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My little sister Sarah and I have always been close to each other, best mates as well as siblings and it only seemed natural that when she got a job near where I lived she moved in with me. We got along like a house on fire and confided in each other about everything and I was glad she was around when my girl friend dumped me. Then one evening things took a very unexpected turn. I’d never looked at my little sis’ in a sexual way before that evening god only knows why though as she’s a fit young brunette with slim hips long legs and a nice pert ass.

The glow soon faded from her new job to be replaced by the dread and exhaustion I feel about my job these days. Sarah came home from work threw her suit jacket over the TV as I was watching it and slumped down on the sofa next to me

“Hey just throw your stuff any old place!” I said grumpily.

“I’ve had a hard day pay me attention.” Sarah said in her most spoilt voice

I sighed I knew she wouldn’t go away unless I humoured her so I asked what was wrong. what followed was ten minutes of her yapping on about her boss, work mates, the size of her office, the severe lack of gratitude everyone had for the work she did etc,etc,etc….

I pretty much tuned out about there as her jacket slipped off the TV to reveal the porno I had been watching before my sister came in, I had muted it so she wouldn’t hear it and as Sarah didn’t usually come into the lounge so quickly when she came home I usually would of had time to eject the DVD and put it away but not this time though.

Sarah’s voice trailed off I thought she was about to go nuts but instead she began to laugh and needle me about it like she used to do when we were kids and I was caught doing something wrong by our parents

“Danny’s watching porno, he’s not had it since he got dumped by his girlfriend nah, nah, nah, nah, nah …” This seemed to make her forget about her complaining at least.

She began to pinch me and tickle me

“What’s the matter Danny need a good seeing to?” she asked as if talking to a baby.

“Fuck off sis.” I said my face turning bright red with embarrassment.

Then the worst (or looking back maybe the best) thing that could have happened… well happened

Sarah’s eyes suddenly locked onto my crotch, she went into a stunned silence and her mouth opened wide.

I followed her gaze down to where she was looking and could have died of embarrassment right there and then. Not only had my hard on from watching the porno not yet subsided but I had unzipped my jeans and forgotten to zip them up again before Sarah had come into the room, My little sister could see a bulge pushing my blue boxers out through the open zip

Sarah brought her left hand up to cover her open mouth and I knew she would never let me live this down… ever. I quickly zipped myself up and put a cushion over my crotch.

For the first time in her entire life Sarah was speechless and to me that made it worse than if she were teasing me about it. She just sat there staring at the cushion over my crotch then she began to giggle like a schoolgirl who had seen into the boys locker room

“It’s not funny Sarah, all men do it, and it’s no big thing.” I said.

As the words came out of my mouth I knew I had said the wrong word. Sarah burst into hysterical laughter and to be honest I thought it was funny too so I laughed as well

Sarah patted the cushion and said

“Don’t you listen to the nasty man I’m sure your big enough.” She spoke as if talking to a pet

“Christ Sarah it’s not a dog” I said surprised.

“So why were you petting it then?” She asked all smart aleck like.

“Very funny sis… Say isn’t it your turn to make dinner. I’ll have that pizza I bought yesterday.” I said changing the subject.

Sarah rolled her eyes she was always trying to get me to eat more healthily

“Fine I’ll leave you and ‘Rover’ to play together.” She said as she got up and left for the kitchen.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I removed the cushion. Still noticing I was hard I wondered when I’d get a chance to relieve göztepe escort myself. (If I only knew the answer to that question then)

Twenty minutes later we sat down at the kitchen table together me with my pizza and a beer, Sarah with her salad and glass of red wine. Under the table my erection was still raging in my jeans with no sign of going away it was the longest time it had ever been hard but with my sis there I couldn’t exactly just pull it out and toss off over her salad ( salad dressing jokes here please).

Sarah who was sitting opposite me was quietly munching away on her salad. She wore a tight fitting light blue skirt that went to about mid thigh level on her; yet wasn’t too short so she could wear it to work and a white blouse, she was sitting in the fading sunlight so it shone through the thin material I could make out the white lacy bra she was wearing. My cock throbbed in my jeans at the sight. I looked away quickly ashamed at being aroused by my own little sister. I tried to take my mind off sex by annoying my Sarah. I cut a slice of my pizza and lifted it up from the plate with one hand and wafted the aroma at her with the other

“Mmm real food Sarah, hot, yummy cheese pizza. Full of all those calories you’re so desperately trying to avoid.” I teased.

She looked up from her meal as I waved the slice in front of her and I could tell she was tempted but would she bite I wondered?

“Pizza sis, I know you like it. Just one slice, it won’t hurt.”

“It won’t work Danny I’m happy with my salad thank you very much.” She said as she turned her attention back to her meal.

I took a big over exaggerated bite from the slice and rubbed my stomach as I chewed and swallowed

“Mmmmm Sarah this is great it’s like manna from heaven.” I kept on teasing.

I could tell by her face her resolve was weakening so I waved my beer at her as well knowing she liked a drink too

“Come on sis one little bite of the forbidden fruit.”

Sarah’s resolve broke and she grabbed the beer and pizza slice from me before I could even react. She sat back in her chair and ate up the slice and washed it down with the beer

“Fuck it I can always start the diet again tomorrow.” She said.

We shared the rest of the pizza and drank a couple of six packs of beer each as a bet to see who would give up first. I won as Sarah got up from the table and staggered back through to the lounge

“I win” I shouted through to her.

“I let you; now bring the bottle of wine I opened through.” She replied.

I was drunk I had to admit it because it took me five minutes to find the bottle and stagger through to the lounge

“Glasses?” Sarah asked.

“No I wear contacts.” I replied which made me laugh.

I slumped down on the sofa next to Sarah, handed her the bottle and watched her take a big drink. For some reason as she swallowed I imagined I was standing over her and the bottle was my cock, spurting my seed down her throat, by this time I was so drunk I couldn’t really be bothered to stop my cock from springing to life again. Sarah passed me the bottle and I took a drink as she fumbled down the side of the sofa for the TV remote control

“Time for my TV show to come on.” She said.

As intelligence goes my sis isn’t the brightest spark when sober but drunk she’s about as bright as a blackout and the silly cow somehow hit play on the DVD part of the remote instead of the channel she wanted to watch. Up came the image of a guy taking some blonde bimbo doggy style on the floor of a church of all places Sarah began to giggle

“Oops silly me.” She slurred

Sarah was about to turn the DVD off when a wicked smile spread across her face

“I know let’s watch this instead” She slurred

“What? It’s a porno sis” I replied.

“What’s the matter Danny? Afraid Rover might mess your boxers?” She giggled as she eyed the bulge in my jeans.

Great I thought now my little sister has a pet name for my cock that was all I needed.

“Hey I’ve never cum early çorlu escort in my life before and never will.” I told her trying to protect my male pride from her teasing.

Sarah looked at the screen just as the man shot his load over the blonde’s ass

“Well that’s a waste of cum. I mean if your gonna fuck a girl you might as well have the decency to spurt inside her.” She said

I was surprised and a little bit more aroused by her words I’d never heard Sarah talk like that

“It’s called a cum shot Sarah Your meant to see it, it’s a turn on.” I told her

“Well I knew that.” She said trying not to sound too naive.

“You’ve never seen a porno?” I asked suddenly realising.

My sister shook her head. A chance to corrupt an innocent I drunkenly thought. I took the remote from Sarah and unmuted the sound just in time for the next scene to start

“Well sit back and watch sis.” I said.

Sarah did as I said and we watched together as the scene started started. It was set in a school classroom with a male teacher talking alone to a ‘schoolgirl’ who was obviously over eighteen the plot was the girl was behind on her studies and the teacher offered to give her ‘tuition’. Soon the girl was on her knees sucking the mans long hard cock like a pro. Out of the corner of my eye I watched my sister as she shifted in her seat she was obviously turned on by this but sitting next to her brother made her a little uncomfortable so I handed her back the wine bottle and she began to drink it as she watched. Soon the ‘schoolgirl was bent over a desk and the man was pushing up her pleated skirt and ripping off her panties

“Please sir not too hard” Pleaded the girl but you knew she’d be ignored

I looked back at Sarah, she was now rubbing a finger over her left nipple which still lay covered under the thin blouse and her bra, she licked her lips as the man entered the ‘schoolgirl’ from behind and began to fuck her hard. Inside my jeans my cock was straining at the material wanting to get out, I knew my sister could see the bulge so I put a hand over it as if to cover it up but really as an excuse to touch myself.

As the porno progressed Sarah unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slipped a hand in and pulled out her left breast so she could tease her nipple with her fingers, I couldn’t believe how turned on she was making me, I began to rub my crotch slowly to see if Sarah would object but she didn’t so I turned my head to get a good look at what she was doing. Her earlier uncomfortable ness had obviously disappeared as she looked me in the eyes as she said

“Let me play with rover now.”

Her right hand went to my crotch, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock hard cock

“Ooo Danny you’re so big.” She said as she moved her fingers over my length.

This was wrong we both knew that but at that moment we weren’t going to stop for anything. We leaned toward each other and kissed passionately. Sarah was no beginner and was as good a kisser as any girlfriend I’d ever had but she soon broke it off as she had another idea in mind

Sarah took off her blouse and led me back into the kitchen

“I’ve always wanted to fuck in here.” She said as she cleared the table with a swoop of her hand

I bent my little sister over the table and began to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders

“But I’ll bet you never thought it would be your brother you’d fuck in here though huh?”

She laughed and pushed her hips back making her ass rub against my cock, it felt so good.

“Please sir not too hard” She said imitating the porn star on the DVD.

I needed no further encouragement and pushed her tight skirt up over her ass revealing a white lacy g-string and her pert little ass, I ran a hand over it

“Fuck sis you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?”

I pulled her G-string off and Sarah spread her legs enough to reveal her shaved pussy and puckered asshole. I lifted one of her legs up onto the table and got down on my knees ready to lick ümraniye escort my sister out, the smell of her quim was intoxicating I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy lips and flicked her clit with the tip which made Sarah quiver and purr with pleasure. The taboo taste of my sisters’ pussy was like no other I’d ever tried maybe it was because she was my sister (or the beer I’d had) but she tasted like honey. I tongued her pussy for a few minutes until Sarah’s whole body began to shake and quiver and she was moaning wildly with pleasure as she began to orgasm, I clamped my mouth over her hole and pushed my tongue as far inside her warm wet cunt as I could just in time for her to climax and flood my mouth with her sweet juices. Once her orgasm had subsided I stood back up and leaned over so we could kiss again, she lapped her tongue at her own juices that covered my lips. I took her bra off and turned her round, her breasts weren’t too big or small but just the right size and her nipples were rock hard, I squeezed them between my fingers before sucking on them

“Oh Danny that’s so good, suck my tits.” Sarah moaned.

As I sucked on them Sarah undid the button on my jeans and pushed them and my boxers off my hips so she could slowly wank my ten inch cock and rub my balls

“I want you in me” She whispered in my ear as she rubbed the tip of my cock along her pussy lips

“I’ll fuck you soon enough….” I teased “… Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Sarah got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth, her warm wet lips glided effortlessly over my length until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat with inches still to go

“Not such a big mouth after all then huh sis?” I teased

But my sister was never one to turn down a challenge

“I’ll take it all Danny don’t you worry.” She said looking up at me with a devilish grin as she put my cock back in her mouth.

She moved herself so she was sitting open legged on the floor and low enough for my length to go down her throat.

Being deep throated by your younger sister for the first time is quite an experience the little minx was more experienced than she let on and was sucking my cock as if she were a porn star. Sarah would lick my entire length then take me all the way down her throat before slowly letting my length back out all the time playing with my balls with one hand while playing with her pussy with the other.

All too soon I felt my cock about to explode but I desperately wanted to fuck my sister good and proper as afterwards this might never happen again so I got her up onto the edge of the kitchen table and opened her legs wide and took in the view of her bald cunt glistening with her juices. It was at this point that a little common sense entered my drunken brain

“Should I get a rubber?” I asked her.

“Don’t bother I’m on the pill.” She replied rubbing her pussy invitingly

Without further delay I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her love hole and slowly eased into my little sister, we both moaned in unison at how good it felt. My sister was tight but wet enough to allow me to fill her to the hilt with little difficulty; I felt my balls rub against the skin between her cunt and asshole and took that as my cue to start fucking Sarah at a steady yet firm pace. Sarah lay back on the table rubbing her tits and moaning softly, as I began to speed up the pace I also began to rub my sisters clit which made her body begin to shake and her groans become louder

“Fuck me Danny fuck your little sister.” She urged.

I didn’t need any urging though I was soon fucking Sarah as hard and as fast as I could, my balls began to tighten as they slapped against her and I knew I was going to cum in minutes so I quickened the pace I was massaging her clit at and Sarah closed her legs around me. Soon enough we were both coming my cock twitched inside her as I shot spurt after spurt of cum into my sisters pussy and her cunt muscles clamped round my shaft as Sarah orgasmed. I collapsed on top of her gasping for breath from, my exertions and I could feel Sarah’s chest heaving for air as well, my cock was now waning inside my sister but I didn’t pull out, I wanted to be inside her a little while longer. Sarah put a hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair

“Rover’s well trained I see.”

We both began to laugh. It was then I knew this wouldn’t be our only time together.

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In a thousand lifetimes, Tammy couldn’t have imagined the situation she found herself a part of, even if she’d been given the script way ahead of time! What had started as a simple day off, had become something… more!

I don’t believe this! she told herself, almost wishing this was some dream… but, looking down over her bare breasts, the young college girl stared in disbelief as her brawny, nineteen year-old brother Dirk peeled the boy-short bottoms of her swimsuit off of her lower body.

With him grinning like a shark as he looked up from between her legs, she couldn’t believe the dizzy sensations spiraling through her brain, as she lay on the tanning lounger on the deck surround the pool behind their home.

“Dirk!” Her honey-hued eyes darkened as they went wide with a mixture of trepidation, heat and a smidgen of anticipation as Dirk peered at her bare puss; her silky mons venus only sparingly covered with a thin dusting of red-brown hairs, which did little to hide the slick, aromatic layer of lubrication seeping from her pink, puffy outer lips.

Moving his large hands to cradle her hips, Dirk moaned thickly as she watched his nostrils flare wide; taking in the heady scent of her womanhood, before he slowly lowered his face towards the fork of her legs. “Tammy! Oh, honey!” A second later, his mouth slipped over her puss in a slow, warm embrace… and then a liquid ribbon slithered across her lips as his thick tongue started to probe her there.

Jerking backwards, Tammy’s body slapped flat against the lounger as the sheer voltage of her brother’s oral manipulations rocketed up her spine. Blossoming outwards like a nova burst from a fireworks display, the pure, sweet power of the act fired nearly every synapse along her body; making her writhe and buck up into Dirk’s face to prolong each second of contact. She let out a breath — just how long had she been holding it for? — with a hiss that spooled up into a throat-throbbing moan, before her slim hands reached down towards her crotch. Long fingers snaked into Dirk’s wet locks and seized firmly, holding the eager young man in place.

“Ooh, Geezus!” Tammy groaned, her voice sounding weak, and at the same time strong with growing passion. “Dirk… oh, shit! Dirk! Dear… GOD!”

Pulling back slightly from his assault on her nether regions, Dirk chuckled thickly and said, “He’s busy at the moment… you’ll just have to contend yourself with me for now, Sis.” He dropped back down to return to the task at hand, while letting go of one of Tammy’s legs to let that hand glide up her oil-coated body and take hold of the breast on that side. Clamping down gently, Dirk molded and rubbed her firm tit with his masterly paw; using two thick fingers to trap the hard nubbin of her nipple, to let it saw back and forth between his knuckles.

“Ah, damn it, damn it, damn, it, Dirk!” Unable to keep quiet, Tammy cooed and mewled, riding the wave of passionate fire rolling over her, letting it take her higher and higher with every passing moment.

Together, they made for quite a scene; the slim, lithe girl held down by the big, burly bear of her brother as they lay stretched out on the pool deck. Bodies browned by design, with skin damp from suntan oils, water and sweat, glistening like two living statues in the late morning sunshine.

Eventually, Tammy’s cunny just couldn’t take the punishment Dirk was dishing out. Gasping for oxygen, she felt the sensation of her impending orgasm rise further, and further… until she felt it teetering on the brink.

“Yeah, honey!” Dirk growled in that panther-like rumblypurr, never once taking his mouth more than a split hair from her wet sex. “Cum, Tammy… cum, cum for your dirty, little, brother!” With each word, he placed the broad surface of his tongue over the exposed point of her clit and dragged the textured skin over that swollen hot spot of his sister’s lusty box.

The last lick did the trick. “Oh, shit… shit, Goddamnit, Dirk, you… you… Aaieee!” Totally caught under the crashing wave of her orgasm, it was all Tammy could do to maintain her grip on his hair, and stay squarely on the lounger as her hips bucked hard; pumping several times a second into the air as the quick fire sensations shattered any previous memory of past climaxes into sparkling shards of powder! Crying out, Tammy let the feeling carry her off into the heart of the sun where, after four, rolling waves of orgasm nearly broke her apart, she collapsed back down, feeling herself literally melting… melting….

# # #

When she could feel her mind returning from the darkness of her blacked-out state, Tammy felt something was different… as in, she wasn’t in the same place she’d started in, when Dirk drove her totally, completely wild with eating her cunny.

Moaning, she shifted her arms and legs languidly… feeling not the plastic surface of the lounger underneath her body, but instead she felt the cool, liquid sensation of… water? Opening her eyes, Tammy looked up and saw tuzla escort nothing but blue, open sky, even as she heard the tik-tik sound in her ears; just what you hear when you have your ears submerged in water.

“Hey, you back now, honey?” The sound of Dirk’s voice sounded muffed, yet close.

“Mm?” Raising her head, Tammy felt the water fall away and drain away from her ears as she looked down her body, into the smiling face of her younger brother. “Wh-what, happened?” she asked, realizing that she was now in the pool, being supported at the surface of the water by her brother’s large arms as he stood at the waist-deep level.

“You passed out, Sis,” Dirk replied, his dark eyes full of good humor and concern; clearly he hadn’t expected her climax to be so strong. “I mean, I wanted to drive you out of your mind, but-.”

“You had to be so damn literal about it, hm?” she said, getting him back with a touch of her own good humor. Stretching her body, she shivered as an aftershock of her orgasm vibrated out from her very core. “Ooh, geez… what in the name of all that’s holy did you do to me!?”

Dirk held her up with one hand, chuckling as he let the other one creep up out of the water and touch gently on her exposed tummy. “You liked it, though,” he crooned softly, giving her a wink as he caressed the soft, toned flesh of her middle. “Didn’t you, hm?”

Even as much as she didn’t want to admit it — a small part of her brain was still feebly protesting against the wrongness of what her brother did — Tammy couldn’t help the satisfied purr that spilled from her lips. “Mmmm, oh, I guess you could say that….” Letting her body dip down into the water, Tammy turned and slipped her arms up onto Dirk’s body. Her hands gripping his wide shoulders, she pulled her naked body close to him and, wrapping her hands behind his neck for support, she stared firmly into his face and asked, “Boy, did I like it! Just where in the world did you learn to eat a puss like that?”

Dirk’s arms skimmed down to surround his sister’s waist as he let out a small laugh. “Trade secret, honey!”

“Di-i-irk! You dork!” Tammy wheedled, giving him a pleading look. “Damn it, who taught you how to please a woman like you did? I want to know!”

“How come?” Dirk teased. “You want to thank her?”

Rolling her eyes, Tammy snorted, “Yeah… I just might, or else I might kick her in the tail, for corrupting my baby brother!” She tried to sound cross, but there was a playful tone lacing her words… and, from the way her nude form was pressed up against Dirk’s, she wasn’t too unhappy with what had happened this morning. In fact, from the relaxed way they held each other, it was clearly visible that neither of them wanted to get out of the water anytime soon.

As they drifted through the pool, Dirk said, “Well… I’ll tell you what, honey… I promise I’ll tell you of the how and who that gave me lessons on sex. However….”

Blinking, Tammy cocked her head and asked, “However?”

Slowly tightening his arms around her, Dirk leaned down and murmured softly, “First, we’ve got to take care of… something, between us.”

It was then that Tammy realized, all the time they’d been in the water, that Dirk was just as naked as she was! Gasping softly, she felt the hot length of what had to be his cock as it twitched against her thigh. “Oh, shit!” she breathed.

Dirk chuckled again. “Tammy… we’ve got to get you a dictionary, ’cause that ain’t shit you’re feeling!” With that, he reached up and pried one of her hands away from his neck, gently urging it downwards until it brushed against the thick column of his warm prick. “Here… see for yourself!”

Unwilling to look down, Tammy nonetheless felt her small hand brush against the taut skin of his arousal. Unable to help herself, her hand twisted around to get an underhand grip on his flesh, to feel it fill her palm and fingers as another deep breath slipped out of her mouth. God! He’s so… so… thick!

Dirk’s own breath deepened as he felt her smooth touch on his cock. “Mm, you like that, honey?”

Nodding her head on sheer reflex, Tammy let her hand travel down to the root of his manhood before slowly moving back up, onto the fat tip of his glans. Curiosity getting hold of her, she eased back from her brother’s body and peered down between them. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it; a meaty, hefty column of maleness, no longer than six inches if she reckoned properly, held in her tiny fist.

Dirk murmured gently, “I’m sorry, Sis.”

Looking back up, she asked in a puzzled tone, “What for?”

“For being so short… down there,” Dirk offered. “I mean, I know a lot of gals like ’em long-.”

“Dirk!” She reached up and pressed two fingers over his lips to still them. He’s apologizing to me… for not being hung like a porn star!? She couldn’t believe her ears! “Dirk,” she said, this time her voice was more supportive and loving. “Dirk, it’s pendik escort okay… you’ve got nothing to apologize about, believe me! Not every woman wants to admit it, but any cock bigger than a middle finger is just… well, it’s more than enough, and that can be a problem!”

Dirk blinked, then asked, “So… you like it, even small like it is?”

All the while, Tammy had been caressing his cock softly, keeping it stiff but not over-stimulating it with her touch. “Oh, little brother,” she sighed. “This is just like it should be; not to big, not to small… but, from what I can see, it should be just right.”

With a deepening smile, Dirk reached out and rubbed his big hands over her body with a lover’s touch. “Just right… to fuck my big sister with?” he asked hopefully.

Tammy felt that little part of her mind squeak one last time in protest: it’s incest! I-N-C-E-S-T!!! You can’t screw your own brother!

Then, the memory of that magnificent orgasm Dirk had given her came surging back; crushing that last protest amid a wave of tenderness and… yes, even love for her brother.

How can I just go and not do something for him, when he made me feel so damn good, just then?

Looking up into Dirk’s dark eyes, Tammy closed the distance between their naked bodies and reached up to embrace her brother, giving him a smile that telegraphed the feelings put into her next words: “Baby… to me, I don’t think there’s any other cock that looks just right.” She looked towards the house, and added, “You want to use your room, or mine?”

With a growl of loving lust, Dirk reached down and wrapped both hands around Tammy’s slim waist, lifting her feet off the bottom of the pool with ease. “Why not here?” he countered with that same grin he gave her, back before he started to eat her cunny out.

With a squeak, Tammy reflexively lifted her legs to curl them around his waist, and brace her arms over his shoulders. “What? You want to screw me, out here!? In the pool, in front of God and… and-?!”

Her words were cut short by a fierce, yet love-laced kiss Dirk planted on her lips. Breaking it briefly, he started stalking towards the shallow end of the pool, while saying, “Why not? I’m more than hot for your sweet, sweet kitty, and I don’t think we’ll be interrupted by anyone.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Dad’s not due back for a while, and there’s our privacy fence all around… can’t ask for anything more than that, can you?”

Tammy rhetorically replied, “Oh, a warm bed would be nice!”, before she felt Dirk spin her around and place her facing the edge of the pool; letting her slip down until she could feel the bottom with her feet.

“We’ll find a use for that bed, later,” Dirk promised, moving in close behind her, his hard pecker snuggling in close to her bottom as he ran his hands down her smooth back. “Right now, I’ve got something hot to fill that little kitty of yours!” He gently pushed against her shoulders with one hand, while using the other to hold over her tummy; forcing her to bend until she had to brace her hands against the rim of the pool.

Bent over, Tammy felt her backside rise up, until she could feel the top of the water lapping against the top of her mons. “Cripes, you like to screw dog-style, little brother?” She suddenly gasped as two of Dirk’s thick fingers slipped in between the lips of her puss and slid deeply inside. She could feel the digits spreading her inner walls, stretching her with a sensation of electric fullness.

“Geez, honey!” Dirk’s voice dropped to a deep groan as he thrust his fingers in and out slowly. “You’re as tight as all get out!” His upper body leaned over hers, as he placed a tender kiss on the shell of her ear. “You don’t fuck much, hm?”

Writhing slightly, Tammy moaned as she felt her puss clutch wetly against his probing digits. “Oh, only… um, a few times,” she admitted with a pant. “With a man I’m-OH! Shit… a man, I, really, like!”

Chuckling, Dirk moved smoothly behind her quivering backside, continuing to finger her puss with the addition of a third finger which he planted over her newly-hard clit, rubbing the thick pad over it in long strokes. “Have you ever done it… with someone you loved?”

Gasping with each circuit of his fingers, Tammy felt her fingers tense over the white ceramic edge of the pool as she felt her passion rise. “Have you?” she said, glancing over her shoulder with smoke in her amber eyes.

Giving her a wanton grin, Dirk ran the flat of one hand up her spine and back down, before slipping it and its partner over to settle on her hips. “Oh… to be honest,” he rumbled, dropping his own hips down so that the crown of his cock slid over the vibrating lips of her puss in a slow motion, before slapping on the top of the water before that same entrance. “I think that answer is… right now!” With that, he tipped his lower body towards her, pressing the nose of his dick into the folds of her aroused maltepe escort sex.

“Di-IRK!” Tammy’s breath all but exploded out in a hot rush, as she felt the chubby head of his cock pry past her outer lips; working slowly onwards as his hands held her firmly to impale her. “Oh… sweet Gee-zus!” Sparks like points of white fire raced out along every nerve as his thick flesh speared her most intimate of holes. Her wet skin went from sizzling hot to goose-bump, prickly cold as the sensation of being filled by her brother overcame her.

Behind her, Dirk wasn’t being shy about his feelings either; his large paws clamped around her round hips, tugging her back in a slow, yet persistent motion. “Hell, Sis,” he growled, “you’re so wet and… umph! That’s a sweet, sweet kitty I’m getting into, honey!”

Tammy rolled her head on one shoulder, unable to stop the smile spreading over her plump lips as she looked back again; seeing the tense-yet-pleased expression of lust on her younger brother’s face. “Mmm, you like my nice kitty, Dirk?” she cooed, watching him continue to thrust forwards, as the muscles on his arms and chest flexed; standing out like a carved piece of dark, wet wood as he fucked into her steadily.

“Mm, yeah… I love that nice, tight puss,” he groaned; his voice pitching up a notch as he sank the last inch into her. “Yeah! I’m lovin’ it, honey!”

Filled and fit snuggly with his cock, Tammy rolled her hips slightly to take the measure of him. Damn, she swore to herself. He’s a perfect fit! He’s got to be at least seven inches inside… rather than six! Sighing, she flexed her internal walls, feeling the rings of muscle along her sheath ripple down his turgid flesh.

“Ahhhh, shit!” Dirk hissed, his fingers tightening further onto her hips.

Tammy felt the laughter bubble up from inside her belly. “That… mm, that ain’t shit, little brother,” she teased, rocking her lower body from side to side as she clenched his cock several times in slow succession. Her own lust rose another notch, as she sensually tortured his rampant cock inside her for several seconds… until, she yelped from the sting of the swat one of his hands delivered to one of her tan butt-cheeks.

“Nah,” Dirk chuckled – a sound filled with mirth, love and just a hint of danger – as he shifted his hands to wrap around her lithe waist. “That’s a hot piece of puss-puss, honey… and, I think it’s time to fuck it!” With that, he pulled his hips back slightly, only withdrawing a couple of inches from her depths before he thrust steadily back inside. When his hips kissed the backside of her sweet buttocks, he repeated the action over, and over again… drilling her vagina in a steady rhythm that had him hissing in pleasure as well. “Mm, honey!”

“Ahhh, Dirk!” Tammy arched her back, throwing her head towards her spine as she closed her eyes in pure bliss. The fire inside her puss was now blazing with each stroke of her brother’s cock.

“You love this?” he asked, leaning down to breathe hotly into her ear. “You love getting your kitty stuffed with my cock, Tammy?”

Tammy growled as a particularly juicy jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. “Mm, yes, little brother… I love the way you fuck your big sister!” She clenched her jaw as she rode the sensations. “You gotta… hmmM! Gotta tell me, who, taught you-?!”

With a series of strong pokes, Dirk finished her sentence for her; “Who taught me how to screw?” He grunted and kissed her neck, before rising back up to continue fucking her smoothly. “Later, honey! We’re not finished here, yet!”

That made Tammy groan in surprise. “Wha-? How, long… mm, are you gonna fuck me, Dirk?” Her belly tensed and rippled, as she got into the motions of their hot rutting. Bracing her arms while balancing on the balls of her feet, she started to push back strongly against Dirk’s thrusts.

“Long as you want me to, honey,” Dirk replied with a grin.

Tammy’s sigh came all the way up from her boiling puss, ending in a high squeak of pleasure. “Don’t want you… to stop, ever, baby!”

The two of them formed a sight that, if witnessed by the neighbors, would probably be described as pure, sinful, scorching sex: her tan, slim, baby-doll body dwarfed by the burly, brown beefcake form of her brother; the both of them covered in wet and sweat, glistening under the late morning sun. The water around them churning steadily, as Dirk pumped his hips into Tammy. The both of them vocalizing their lust in growing volumes as they fucked in the aqua-blue oval of their backyard pool.

Tammy’s mind was caught up in the whirlpool of emotions and sensations. Her brother’s dick was stirring up a fountainhead of lust that was building higher, and higher… every inch of his fat man flesh rubbed against the morsel of her clit, generating enough power with every pass to drive her crazy.

Shit! Tammy shook her head, with her eyes closed so tight she could see flecks of red, white and blue against her eyelids. When I pop off… it’s gonna fry us both! she thought idly, before the rising wave of her inner fires swept away any further cognitive thought.

She was so caught in the swirling waters of their passions, she almost didn’t catch Dirk’s voice — filled with good humor, raw lust and… mild surprise? — when he said, “Heh… was wonderin’ when you’d get here!”

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Tim’s had been horny all that afternoon. Ever since he saw Angela masturbate on her bed for him, his cock had been hard as a rock. The minutes seemed to drag on like hours until it was quitting time.

When if finally did arrive, he rushed to his car. He had declined invitations from his co-workers to grab a beer or two at a bar that was down the street. He knew that what was waiting for him was much better then a beer or two with some of the guys.

Even though he was excited and he couldn’t wait to get to Angela’s, he was careful not to speed or drive like a maniac on the way there. The last thing that he would need at that moment was to be pulled over by a cop for speeding. Or worse yet, get into an accident.

When he got to her apartment building and after he parked his car, he ran into the building. On his way he almost crashed into a man who had just returned from the grocery store. Tim shouted out an apology as he continued into the building and headed straight for the stairs. He didn’t know how long the stairs would take and he was too impatient to wait for it. He was in good shape so he ran up the stairs, two at a time to her third floor apartment with ease.

He had his own key to her apartment, so he did not have to knock on the door to get into the apartment. When he walked in, he looked around for her. She was nowhere to be seen and he noticed that only the hallway light was on. He then called out to her. He really hoped that she didn’t decide to go out somewhere.

“Is that you Tim?” she then called out to him from her bedroom.

“Yes it is.” He replied happily. A great relief swept over him when he heard her voice.

“Come in here please, I want to talk to you.” She said in a commanding voice.

Not knowing what to expect, he didn’t hesitate as he walked to her bedroom. When he walked in, he saw that she was on the edge of her bed. She wore a white blouse and red skirt, and she also was wearing some nylons, something that he always loved her to wear.

“Come hear and sit down, we need to have a talk.” She told him as she gestured for him to sit down.

For a moment he thought that maybe that she was having second thoughts about her taboo fantasy. He wondered if maybe she had done some thinking about this mother/son fantasy she wanted to play out and decided against it. Or it might have been something else, like some bad news about something. He really hoped that it was not the latter.

So he sat down on her maltepe escort bed beside her. He looked at her carefully and asked, “Whets wrong?”

She took a deep sigh and then said, “I was in your room today and I saw that you have some dirty magazines.”

He knew at that moment that she didn’t change her mind. All of this was her acting out the taboo fantasy as soon as he walked in the door.

Playing along he answered, “Umm… Yes I have a couple.”

“I know that we have had a talk about you having these and how I don’t want you to have them. But I found something else with them.”

She then reached for something that was beside her and he saw that she had a pair of her panties and she held it in front of him.

“I also found these in your room. What are you doing with my panties?”

Before he could answer, she answered for him, “I know why you have them. You have been playing with yourself with them.”

She then stood up and stood before him. “”Did you take them so you could smell what a woman smells like? Did you take them so you could smell what I smell like? What I might taste like?”

Feeling the anticipation build up, all he could do was nod his head in agreement,

She then lifted her skirt and moved to his face. “If you really want to know what I smell and taste like, then here is your chance to find out.”

He saw that she was not wearing any panties. Her pussy was wet and he leaned his head towards her. He then quickly started to lick the folds of her lips, tasting how sweet she is and he licked away at her hungrily.

“Oohhh yeeesss.” She moaned. “Lick me baby. Show me how much you want to taste me.”

As he licked her cunt, the leaned back onto the bed so she sat on his face. As he tasted her hot pussy, her sweet juices flowed onto his mouth and tongue as he savored her. He flicked his tongue in side her lips rapidly, bring her to instant orgasm.

She moaned in pleasure as she came on his face as she felt his tongue work on her. She rode his tongue as he licked her, rubbing her hot wet lips all over his mouth and tongue.

She then turned around and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. He helped her pull his jeans and underwear out and his cock stood at attention. She saw exactly what she wanted and she leaned down and started to kiss and lick the tip of his cock. Feeling her lips on his cock, he started to lick her a bit faster manavgat escort making her moan a bit more and as she opened her mouth and started to suck him off. They moved back and forth on each other as they gave each other oral pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to cum again, and he was more then happy to lick up her cum.

She then got up from him after her second orgasm. She turned around and leaned down and kissed him. After the kiss, she looked at him and said, “I want you baby. I want you to put your cock inside me now.”

She then leaned back on the bed and spread her legs for him. He got up and took a hold of his penis and directed the tip to her pussy lips. He teased her with the tip of it and she sigh with delight as she waited for him to penetrate her. He then slowly took his cock and slid it between her lips and she started to cry and moan with pleasure. He worked his way into her and began the thrust his manhood deep inside her.

“Yess my baby Yes. Fuck me! Make your mom cum for you again!” She moaned. “Oh god baby YES!!!”

He pumped a bit faster. He could feel how good and hot her pussy was as his cock moved in and out of her. He then reached up and put his right hand under her blouse and started to caress her left breast.

“”Ooohhhhh baby yess,. Do that. Like that. Mmmmmmmm”

Feeling the passion build he fucked her on her bed like there was going to be no tomorrow. He was really getting into this scenario.

“Oh mom, this is so hot mom.”

As soon as she heard him call her mom, Angela then took a pillow and bit into it as she screamed into it as she orgasm. He saw this and decided to see if could things heated up more.

So he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Oh mom, this is so hot. I have wanted to do this to you for so long. I have wanted you for so long mom.”

“Mmmmmmm baby yess. This is so hot. Mmmmmmm baby this is so taboo and I don’t care.’

She then took his face and started to kiss him passionately. Their tongues met as he continued to mount her. He knew that he would have his own orgasm very soon, but he held back because he wanted to make her cum again.

As the kissed they then rolled on the bed so that he was now on his back. She took his rock hard shaft and moved it into her pussy again. She then started to ride him and they embraced again. He then whispered in her ear, “Take me mom, I’m yours. Only yours mom.”

She şişli escort leaned back to look at him and smiled. She then slid her pussy up and down on his cock. Up and down a bit faster. As she looked at him and asked, “Do you want to sleep with mom tonight? Do you want to fuck me all night baby?”

He smiled and replied, “Oh yes mom I do, I really do.”

“Mmmm yes baby, I want you to, I need you too, I need to have you.”

She then looked at him and asked, “Do you wish that I really was your mom?”

That question did catch him off guard. This fantasy was so hot and intense. If she were his mom, it would be so erotic for the both of them. He was very thankful that she introduced him to this incest fantasy.

He looked at her and replied, “If you were really my mom, that would be so great. Think of all the hot nights we would have together. In bed night after night, having incest.”

This excited her and she then said, “Let me be your mom then. Only in here, Out there we will be boyfriend/girlfriend, but in bed, we will be mother and son.”

He loved the idea and he agreed without any hesitation. “Yes mom. More then mom and son at night. Hot lovers in bed.”

She rode him faster as she started to cum again. “Oh ohh ohh yess yess.”

He then started to thrust to help her cum again. He also said, “From now on night after night of taboo love. So many nights of incest.”

“Ooohhhhh yeessss. So many nights of hot innncesssttt!!!!!!” She moaned that last part of that sentence as she came all over his hard cock.

He could not hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum mom. Mom. I’m going to cum!”

She then got off of his cock. She went down and started to stroke his hard cock and leaned her face towards that head of his penis. It didn’t take long for his hot white cum to shoot straight out. His cum covered her mouth, cheeks and hair as she continued to pump out his semen with her hand.

When he was done, she went up to him and gave him a long kiss and then snuggled into his arms.

After a few minutes, he finally said, “Oh wow that was so hot.”

“Mmmm yes I agree.” She purred at him as she wrapped her arms around him. She then rose up enough to look at his face. She then asked him, “Did you mean it when you said that you wished that I was your mom?”

He looked at her and then kissed her and replied, “Yes. You got me to like the idea and fantasy of that.”

She smiled at him and kissed him back. “Good I would love to be your hot mom. To others, we will be boyfriend and girlfriend. But when we are alone, call me ‘Mom'”

He gave her a long kiss and replied, “Anything for you mom.”

They stayed in bed and relaxed in each other arms. Both knowing that they would share many more hot nights of hot incest fantasy fun.

The End.

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Sex slaves are slaves because they choose to be slaves. If you find one that you enjoy owning, you must do what it takes to keep them happy. Or else, they will find themselves a new owner and move on. Sounds contradictory, but true. It’s not because of fear, but for the sexual rewards and sexual punishments. I, for instance, am a fifth degree black belt. I am not afraid of her, but I revel in the exquisite pleasure of pain and humiliation and reward.

I guess I should start at the beginning. I was 12 when she was born. I was her babysitter for the first seven years of her life. She was my sister’s only child. When she was 7, they moved away. I didn’t see her for 11 years.

After a messy divorce, she and her mom moved back. They bought the house next door to me, and the three of us started to get to know each other again. She was beautiful, 5’4, slim, strawberry blonde, and 36c/26/34. Nothing remained of the 7 year old that had moved away. We quickly relaxed around each other.

I mentioned that I was a nudist and she was curious. So, one weekend, she went with me to a nearby nudist camp. She was, immediately, comfortable with the situation. We had a nice weekend, and returned home on Sunday night. The next week I was doing a little remodeling in my house. I locked the door and worked nude, as usual. When she knocked on the door, I checked to see who it was, then let her in. She made small talk while I worked. She must have gotten herself horny, because when I stopped to take a break, she started pinching and pulling on different parts of my body. It worked. I had a hard on that wouldn’t wait.

I’m not sure what happened next. She was there, on the bed, with her legs spread. I was standing between her legs with my cock ready to enter her, and I realized, this was my niece. I turned, left the room, and got dressed.

About a week later she had a friend over for a family cook out. She introduced us and mentioned that I was a coward that didn’t finish what I started. No one asked questions. No one really cared what she was talking about. Except me.

The next day, Sunday, I went to a motel in a nearby town, rented a room, and returned home. I asked her to take a ride with me, to which she said ok. She never asked where we were going or why. We pulled in front of the room. I turned the engine off and opened the door. She asked, “What are we doing here?”

“I want to fuck you,” I said matter-of-factly.

She sat there with her mouth open while I unlocked the room and went in. I got undressed and peeked out the window to see if she had moved. She hadn’t, but when she saw the curtain move she did. She came in, sat on the bed and just looked at me.

I helped her to undress. Lay her back, and caressed her body, from head to toe. She was beautiful, but very nervous. She didn’t want me to eat her pussy or play with her breasts or kiss her. This was a completely different girl from a week before. But, she was willing to let me fuck her. I had thought about this all night and all morning. I was too excited. I might have lasted 5 minutes, but probably not. Then it was over, and I took her home.

It’s hard to believe, but we carried on with life as before. In just a couple of months she met and şişli escort married the man of her dreams. I didn’t see her for 6 months, until she filed for divorce and moved back with my sister.

She got a job as a dancer in a local strip joint. I went to see her a couple of times and must say, she was the best entertainer there. Maybe not the best looking, or the sexiest (although I believe she was), but unquestionably she was the best entertainer.

A year there and she met and married another “man of her dreams”. I would see her from time to time, but we were not as close as we had once been.

Then, another divorce. This time she went from one man to another. She lived with this one for 2 years before she moved, again, back with my sister. Working afternoons as a dancer she managed to keep a normal life. She enjoyed her work, but you could tell she was depressed with other aspects of her life. We would spend hours talking. At their house, at my house even at the club where she worked

Late one Saturday morning, I was in my bedroom watching a fuck flick and masturbating, when she opened the bedroom door. Stunned, I looked at her. I was to into it to quit, and she didn’t offer to leave.

“You might as well come in,” I said.

“Might as well,” she answered.

I continued to enjoy the movie (and my hand) while she sat there on the bed with me. Soon, she got interested in the movie too. We watched as a young girl had her pussy eaten by her aunt, was fucked by her father, and her brother was fucked by their mother. Just before the whole family ended up in bed at one time, she lifted the sundress, straddled me and put my cock in her pussy. Again, I was too quick to cum. She finished herself off with a toy I had in the nightstand. This was twice I’d fucked her and twice I had been useless. This time, it changed our relationship.

I found it much easier to talk to her about sexual matters after that. She bought a house and moved, but, this time, only 20 miles away. I didn’t see her everyday, but 3 or 4 times a week. She found a boyfriend and spent every night with him. She still had time for me. She would make comments like, “Men have no idea how to eat pussy.”

“That’s because women aren’t willing to teach us. Men have no trouble explaining to women how they like their cocks sucked, but women would rather complain to someone else. I’ve been eating pussy since I was 16, but I’ve never had a woman teach me. It’s all trial and error and, they always say it was great. How can it be great when we have no education?”

She stood, removed her shorts and gave me a lesson in eating pussy. Another time, I had watched a movie where the women would use a strap on to fuck men in the ass. I made the comment that I had never tried that. “Me either,” she said. “Go get us a strap on.” I did, and she did. It was great but she didn’t offer to do it again.

Once, we were talking about sex, and I mentioned that I would like to try golden showers. “Go get me a beer,” she said as she walked toward her bedroom. I went to the refrigerator opened a beer and met her back in the living room. She was nude and had a ten-inch vibrator in her hand. “Put a tuzla escort movie in,” she said.

I put in a porn flick and undressed. She sat on the sofa with one foot on the coffee table and the other on the sofa fucking herself with the vibrator. I watched her while playing with my cock. She had three beers and came twice during the movie. When it was over she said, “Go get in the bath tub.”

I lay down in the tub, still playing with my cock. She kept one foot on the floor. The other she put on the back of the tub. She peed on my cock while I came. She left me lying there. I thought about it while I showered. That was great but I wish she had peed on my face.

Then there was husband number 3. She married him, rented her house to some friends and moved in with him. She had been there about 3 weeks when she called me. “I want to have a threesome.”

“Ok, I’m game,” I answered.

“This is different, so I want to know where you draw the line.”

I thought for only a moment, before I answered, “I won’t kiss him”.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I had couple of days to think about it. I knew they were making plans. I was making plans of my own.

When I walked in, they were both naked and waiting.

“I know you have been planning what is about to happen,” I said. “Probably right down to the last detail. Well, I’m going to throw a monkey wrench in the works”. I know they thought I was going to back out. She was sitting on the sofa, he in a chair next to the sofa. I walked over to him, knelt down beside him, took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth.

I had never sucked a cock before and this one was huge. I could barely get the head in my mouth. But, between my mouth on his cock, my hand pumping the massive shaft and my tongue going round and round the head, he soon began to moan. Because I was beside him, I was looking straight at her. I was enjoying watching her sitting there playing with her beautiful bald pussy, stunned that her uncle was sucking a cock.

My only thought was to do what pleased her. I thought this was it, but less than five minutes into it she stopped me. “Get undressed,” she ordered. Since all I was wearing was a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, it took me about two seconds. I grabbed his cock and started back down to my knees. “No,” she said. “Trade places.”

He got up. I sat down. He started sucking me. It really didn’t do much for me. Men just don’t turn me on. The idea, as far as I was concerned, was to entertain her. Well, she disappeared down the hallway. He continued to suck until she returned carrying a whip. She hit him on the ass with it and gave him instructions.

“Suck his dick. Deep throat it.” She grabbed him by the hair and shoved him down, forcing him to take all of my cock in his mouth.

I was enjoying what she was doing, but she stopped all too soon.

She pulled his head away from me, and took my hand. She led me to their bedroom. “Lay down,” she ordered him. He did then she turned to me and said more softly, “I want to watch you two sixty-nine.”

I straddled his face and took his cock in my mouth again. She moved around us giving orders and pendik escort enjoying the show. When she was ready, she said, “I want to fuck you Uncle.”

She got on the bed on her hands and knees. I got off of her husband and mounted her from behind. While I fucked her, he licked her clit. Soon we both came. As my cock slid from her, he moved so he could lick my cum from her pussy. Soon she was horny again. To him, she said, “You may fuck me.”

We switched places. I licked her clit while he fucked her. She had another orgasm and stopped. She was finished and he had yet to cum.

“Let’s take a shower,” she said to me.

So, we took a shower together, leaving him there with a raging hard on. We washed each other, rubbed each other, kissed and sucked each other while we showered. We dried each other and I dressed. We walked through the bedroom passing her husband who was masturbating. She never paused, just kept walking.

We drank a beer and smoked a cigarette, and I decided to leave. I said goodbye and kissed her. As we broke the kiss, she said, “Eat me.”

I fell to my knees and eat her pussy. I felt I was just getting started when she said, “Goodbye.” I was stunned.

“Huh?”

“Time for you to go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

So, I left.

The next day, true to her word, she called. “Did you have a good time?” she asked.

“Sure. And you?”

“It was fun. He said you’re welcome here anytime.”

“Thank him for me. I discovered something about myself yesterday. I’m not bisexual. I would love to fuck you again. Or to watch him fuck you, but that was my first and last time with a man.”

That was that. We talked from time to time but we didn’t get together again. She told me a month later that he was more into men and their marriage was in trouble. Another month and she left him.

Still, for more than a year, we didn’t get together for sex. One day I bought a movie about lesbian sex slaves. I really enjoyed it. I would masturbate while watching it everyday. I mentioned it to her. I told her about my fantasy of being a sex slave. She said, “Come by tomorrow.”

For the next few weeks, I was her slave. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry and generally waited on her. I wasn’t allowed to call her by name. For a couple of days I called her Mistress and she called me slave. Then, after watching the movie together, she decided I was her lesbian slave. She would call me Cunt and I should call her Bitch, because that’s what she intended to be.

There was no sex involved. By that I mean, I didn’t fuck her. I was required to be nude unless she said otherwise. I could masturbate anytime because she enjoyed watching. As a reward for being a good “girl” Bitch would let me lick her pussy, bathe her, shave her pussy, suck her tits or some other wonderful thing she might dream up.

As punishment she would whip me. I wasn’t there but about 2 or 3 hours a day. Once she decided, since she was Bitch, she should mark her territory. She pissed on me from head to toe. I wasn’t allowed to shower that day, but I was allowed to eat her pussy.

Bitch bought a collar and leash. “Anytime you are my Cunt, you are to wear the collar.”

That was two years ago. I haven’t had the collar off since. I rented my house and moved in with Bitch. I serve all of the time. She dresses me up as her maid and invites her friends over. She ties me up and beats me. Oh, well. Those are other stories for another time. It will suffice to say, Bitch has become an expert in the care and feeding of a lesbian sex slave.

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Bubbles’ husband, Marc Enderson, was an extremely analytical man, excruciatingly intelligent, and intimidating in his detachment. Marc Enderson had walked into the Parisian novelty show during one of the interminably long lunch breaks he was forced to endure during his two-week conference. He saw the woman’s pink and white complexion flush with ecstasy as her Amazonian frame was put through it’s paces by two men, both with deeply colored, blue-black skin, both thickly muscled, and both boasting erections of well over a foot in length. While Bubbles finished her set, Marc had a word with the club owner who doubled as Bubbles manager. An hour later, contracts were signed, money was exchanged, and Marc returned to his conference.

It was close to midnight when Marc returned to his suite. It was an unexpected pleasure to walk into rooms filled with magnificent flower arrangements. He walked into the sitting room to find Bubbles pouring over sketchpads and fabric samples, a pair of burgundy reading glasses perched on her nose. She looked up at him and smiled quizzically, “Marc Enderson, I presume?”

Marc threw back his head and laughed. “You’re a cool one, Bubbles Beaucamp.”

Fixing them both a drink, Marc smiled disarmingly as Bubbles raised her eyebrow yet again when he handed her a glass. Taking a sip, she smiled back. “How did you know? Psychic ability?”

“Nothing as fancy as that. The ice bucked was filled. The tongs were wet. The Stoli was open. Everything else was dry. It’s elementary, Watson.”

“Mmmm,” Bubbles murmured, taking a long draw. “Marc Enderson, wunderkind, billionaire, analyst, football team owner, manager with sole ownership of a worldwide conglomerate. You have been accused of psychic ability on more than one occasion.”

Marc smiled easily, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. “And, once again, my judgment has not failed me.”

The sheerest hint of steel stole into Bubbles voice when she asked curiously, “Pray tell. What were you able to discern about me besides the fact that I can fuck a large cock while taking an even larger cock up the ass?”

” I can tell you’re a woman who enjoyed what she was doing up there. Wholeheartedly and unabashedly, you came all over those men while they fucked you. It was your juices, not theirs, flowing down your thighs. You screamed, you stopped breathing for a moment, and, most importantly, your body flushed all over each and every time an orgasm ripped your body.” Marc smiled again. There was no twitching. There was no uneasiness. Marc dipped his head and gave her a light, sweet kiss. “I was raised by one of the world’s most active whores. She married and fucked on a monetary basis. She was my first sexual partner. I have fucked her and her lovers and her lover’s lovers for as long as I can remember. I have slept with my stepsisters, stepbrothers, half-sisters, half-brothers, cousins, uncles and aunts. And then, when I was ten, my mother’s sister, Gigi, came for a visit.”

Marc took Bubbles glass and went to freshen their drinks. “We had rented this glorious mansion outside Rio for Mardi Gras. It had been a night of spectacular debauchery. One that really stood out from the rest.” Handing a drink to Bubbles, Marc once again got comfortable. “This big, fat and flabby woman from Texas was sucking my cock while her even fatter husband, with the tiniest plug of a dick, fucked my far from cherry ass, and I rubbed my foot against his wife’s bloated pussy. We were all coming, when I saw a flash of white from the corner of my eye. There was a whole lot of commotion, shouting, and tears. I saw Gigi hand my mother a check, as I was being lead to the car. She had a long talk with me. She didn’t have any problem with sex. She did have a problem with children not being allowed to discover their kinks for themselves. I remember Gigi sighing, turning to smile at me and giving me a one armed hug. ‘Listen, kid,’ she said in her throaty voice, ‘it’s the Jesuits for you. They’re smart, they’re canny, and your kinks will pale in comparison.’ She gave me another of gümüşhane escort her big hearted smiles and I couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Listen, kid….Marc…’ she said, with her voice cracking a little bit, ‘I don’t judge you now or ever. Hell, I don’t even judge your whore of a mother. No offense, kid,’ she said, lighting one of her long, smoky blue cigarettes. ‘Your mom and I got the short end of the stick in life. Neither of us have any room to judge. I know of this monastery in the Sudan. They are truly warrior Jesuits. You’ll have individual instruction. You’ll play sports. You’ll have recreation. And, you’ll have Gigi stopping by every couple of months to check on you.’

Bubbles reached for Marc’s glass and refreshed their drinks. “Gigi was right. I flourished. The Jesuits had charge of my brain and my body and pushed both to their limits and beyond. Every six or seven weeks, Gigi descended on the monastery with gifts and stories and laughter. I witnessed a very personal scene between Gigi and Father Xavier. Father Xavier was a big, bluff man who had been born with female genitalia. Aunt Gigi was strapped on and fucking his prone figure while he prayed fervently. Gigi raised a finger to her lips when she saw me and shooed me with the other hand.”

Marc paused, taking a long breath. “Aunt Gigi is another story for another time. I want marriage, Bubbles. What’s mine is yours. I’m very busy most of the time, so you’ll be left to your own devices. I want someone I can come home to at the end of the week. That someone is very, very sexual. That someone is smart. That someone can live outside the norm set by society. I want a life partner. Are you in?”

Bubbles stood and walked around the room. “Why would you assume I’m smart?” she asked.

Marc laughed again. “I asked the manager for your employment information. Even better, he offered up your passport. A phone call to my assistant made the discovery of the woman being fucked and prodded and pinched and slapped on the stage was the very same woman known as Bouchet ‘Bubbles’ Fairchild Beauchamp, Rhodes Scholar, who discovered her libido in an sex club on London’s East End. Traveled the globe for a while before running amiss of a particularly nasty desert sheik. Placed on the auction block, you were purchased by Kehru Inary of Senegal. You sucked it up, gained your freedom, and went to work for Eduard Renoir. In actuality, you are a wealthy young woman whom allows Renoir to believe he has you performing, three times a day, for the masses, with a variety of men and women, because he holds your passport. What Renoir doesn’t know, you applied for and received a replacement for your lost passport.”

Bubbles crossed her arms, pinched the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it off with a swirl. “I have Veuve Cliequot chilling, and a frothy little number waiting for me. However, it’s now after one, and you need to be in the car by 7:20 tomorrow morning.” Bubbles uncinched her brassiere and threw it behind her as she traveled into the master bedroom. Marc followed her, shedding his clothes in unison. Bubbles stepped out of each shoe, unbuttoned her slacks and allowed them to slide to the floor. Bubbles stepped out of the palest of yellows panties and turned to face her husband-to-be. “I’m in,” she said, removing her glasses and placing them on the end table. She turned to face him, shoulders thrust back, pelvis tilted, hands on hips. She was all pink and white, from her toes, to her lean thighs, to her bare, swollen lipped pussy, over her softly concaved tummy, over her ribcage, and up, up, and around her high and massive breasts, her broad shoulders and her long neck and beautiful face. She crowned it all with her beautiful white, blonde hair falling in gentle waves to her waist. At six feet and three and a half inches, she was still five and a half inches shorter than he.

Marc sunk to his knees and began to worship her cunt. He shouldered her legs apart, and placed his hands on her lower back. He rubbed his face hatay escort against her, soaking in her scent. Women had a dense and heavy musky smell he loved. His nose began the administrations, parting her ample pussy lips where her engorged clit was already poking through majestically. He captured her left lip in his mouth and began to suck and nibble on her beautiful, fat lip slowly and lovingly. Slowly, up and down, he moved his mouth sucking gently, gently nibbling with his teeth. He continued, still on the left lip, waiting for her body to shift its weight. She transferred her weight and Marc began to suckle her lip in earnest, trying to suck the marrow of bones out through her lips. She began to slide against his neck. With a final swipe of his tongue, Marc transferred to Bubbles’ right pussy lip, amazed, as always, at the difference in size of a woman’s cunt lips when only one receives good loving. More of Bubbles weight shifted to Marc’s hands has he began suckling her vulva in earnest. Up and down, his teeth grazing, Marc nosed her pussy apart, his mouth seeking the inner lips, sucking them greedily, listening to Bubbles gasp as his tongue slurped the juices from her and his hands moved to her ass and began to massage and mold her ass with his hands.

Bubbles felt hours had gone by. He was torturing her pussy with sweetness. She just needed a little rub-a-dub-dub. Reaching down with her hand, Bubbles cried out as Marc bit her finger. “Bastard!”

Bubbles brought her finger to her lip and sucked on it. Marc shifted positions. From behind, on his knees, Marc grasped her by the waist and buried his face in her ass, chewing and chewing and chewing on her little rosette. Bubbles threw her head back and moaned as he continued to chew on her ass, his nose going in deeper and deeper as his mouth continued in it’s quest to eat her alive. His arms tightened around her waist as he drove his mouth deeper and deeper into her wide-open asshole. Bubbles reached behind her and grasped his arms, moaning and trying to thrash as he continued his merciless ascent into her ass, chewing the sides of her canal, making her open wider and wider. They began to rock, to and fro, as Bubbles feet left the floor and wrapped around Marc’s back. Bubbles screamed as a wave of pleasure shook her body. “Fuck me, goddamnit!” Bubbles screamed, as the waves began to recede and her clit began to throb unequivocally.

Marc turned her around and bent her over backwards into an obscene backbend, her legs over his shoulder, her hands braced against the floor. His hands supported her lower back as his mouth kissed and licked her inner thighs, soaking up her scent, rubbing his cheeks against her legs. He began the sweet torture of her cunt lips, a little harder this time, a little more demanding. He increased the pace of his absolutions, his gentle nuzzling and nibbles turning into rough rubbing and biting quickly followed by swabbing licks and kisses. Once again, his nose led the way, as he burrowed deeper into her pussy, chewing the walls of her vagina, squeezing her body tighter and tighter against his face as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her womanly depths. The top of Bubbles body began to sway, feeling weightless, as Marc began to toy with her body, slowly shaking her back and forth as the pressure inside of her built and built until it released itself all over Marc’s face and neck.

Every swear word she knew. Every derogatory comment she could remember. It all came spewing out of Bubbles as she lay on the floor, oddly sated yet in desperate need.

She was too tired to look over her shoulder to see where Marc had wandered. As her fingers found her pleasure nub, she felt tiny little stings across her buttocks. The tiny little stings turned into powerful hurts, making her blood surge and a voice moan. Marc chuckled as he rolled her onto her back and she arched her back into the air. “Now, Bubbles,” Marc quietly explained, “You’ve made me very happy. Please allow me the courtesy to make you happy.” ısparta escort He saw her eyes on his personal whip. “Yes, makes quite a sting for such a little thing. The good brother’s of the Sudan practiced self flagellation in an effort to quell the baser needs of the body.” Placing the tiny whip on the floor, he opened up the box he carried. He took the 2″ balls out of the case delicately, holding them to the light. Gently, he slid one, after the other, after the other into Bubbles quivering pussy. Using his tie, he gently tied her wrists together. Bubbles eyes widened as the balls came to life. Every move she made, the balls mocked, vibrating to the very core of her body.

Marc pulled Bubbles to her feet, once again giving her a light, sweet kiss. Turning her around, Marc kicked her feet apart, after bringing her arms behind her and over his head to his neck. Marc stopped denying himself, and allowed his cock to harden. He bent Bubbles over at the waist, holding her steady as her arms jerked, feeling his thighs tighten as her breath came in contact with his throbbing cock. “Jesus,” Bubbles breathed reverently. Whether in reference to his size or the movement of the balls, Marc didn’t care. With a thrust that had broken lesser humans, Marc plunged his enormous, 17″ cock into Bubbles ass, his hands grasping her hips, as he slammed her ass against him vigorously, hammering into her with a vengeance and a fury he had left buried for years. He was pounding her ass furiously, his whole body reverberating with fury, feeling her legs wrap themselves around his legs. Listening to her screams joining his screams as he abused her ass without mercy, something building in him, something more than just an orgasm. He felt like a man with a jackhammer. Either master the jackhammer or die. There was no middle ground. He increased the severity of the beating his cock was giving her ass, bound and determined it would be black and blue from the violence his cock and hips were inflicting upon her.

Bubbles screamed and screamed and screamed. Her throat hurt, her eyes were tearing, and, she swore to God, if he stopped, she’d fucking kill him. She’d had this dream where she was flying. It was absolutely the best thing she had ever felt in her life. She had wakened refreshed, turned on and sated. When she wrapped her legs around his, her heart literally stopped for a fraction of a second as her dream and reality collided. She was flying, she was coming, she was screaming, she was pulsing all over as her husband-to-be gave her an ass thumping that would keep her warm for a lifetime. There was ripping and there was tearing; but, most of all, there was unparalleled sensation. She came and came and came, screaming incomprehensibly. And then he began to jerk in forcefully, flooding her cavity with his juices, yelling her name as his cum spewed from her ass, down his legs, down her thighs, spewing hot and thick and pumping her ass to overflowing, expanding her cavity with his juices, with himself.

He heard the decorous knock of the concierge before the door opened, quietly, allowing Marc’s guests to enter. The gaggle of Russian whores entered, carrying colorful bags and looking fresh and bright Pulling himself out of Bubbles with a loud squish, Marc explained to the head whore in charge he wanted Bubbles sucked and fucked and massaged and fucked and then fucked some more for the next fifteen hours. Do not let her sleep. Slap her, pinch her, spank her, and give her a bit of light torture if necessary. There is to be no sleeping, no napping and keep bruising to a minimum. They were having a dinner party the next night.

One of the whores was sucking the juices out of Bubbles’ ass, one whore was gently licking Bubbles engorged clit, and two whores had a breast each and were suckling like calves to a teat. Sveta understood her instructions, ordering Anya to map out a fifteen hour schedule, making sure the girls’ all had breaks and followed Marc into the furthest guest bedroom for any valet duties, sexual needs, or last minute instructions he may have. “You two could be brother and sister,” Sveta reMarced, looking on the blonde woman.

“Mmmm. There’s a very good reason for that, Sveta,” Marc smiled, giving his old friend a wink.

Bubbles saw Marc leave, Heard something she couldn’t quite make out, registering it in the back of her mind, before returning to the here and now of sensation.

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When my aunt asked me to keep an eye on my 18-year-old cousin, I never dreamed we’d wind-up in bed together.

Michelle’s parents were going away for a week, but Michelle didn’t want to go. So I was asked to stop by and check up on her from time to time. They didn’t need to ask twice. Even though, were act like brother and sister, I would catch myself checking her out every now and then. Michelle is petite with a lean body and reddish-blonde hair. When puberty hit her, her tits went from small peaks to firm, hard mounds.

The day Michelle’s parents left, she asked if I would take her and some friends swimming over at our grandfather’s. I didn’t have a problem with it, so we went to get her friends.

As soon as we got to our grandfather’s house, Michelle makes a mad dash into the house to change into her bathing suit. I told the other girls where they could change and headed in to the backyard with my suit.

I went into the utility shed and took off my clothes. It was a little breezy and I started to sport a massive hard-on. I was pulling on my suit and caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. Pulling my suit all the way up, I went outside to the pool just in time to see Michelle dive into the pool.

One second she was wearing the skimpiest, hot-pink string bikini I had ever seen, and the next her top was open and her bottom was floating in the pool. Frantically, she recovered her suit, but in that instant, I saw how the chilly water had stiffened her nipples and how trim her reddish-blonde muff was.

Just as she put her suit back on, her friends came out of the house and jumped into the pool. Nothing else happened izmir escort after that, but I couldn’t get the image of my cousin’s sexy body out of my mind. When everyone was done swimming, I took everyone to one of the girl’s house for a sleep over.

Two nights later, Michelle calls after a bad thunderstorm goes through, and tells me that the power is out in her neighborhood and asked me to come over. When I got there I saw some faint light in the house and knocked on the door. Michelle called from her room for me to come in, and that if I was thirsty, there was cold stuff in the fridge. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed that some burning candles all over the house giving off the scent of strawberries. I went and got a wine cooler from the fridge and went down to the family room to get comfortable.

I sucked down my drink and needed another. I heard Michelle coming down from her room and asked her to get me another “cooler” before she came to the family room. I was standing there thinking back to the other day at the pool and how sexy Michelle looked, when I turned around and there she was in a so-shear baby pink nighty holding my wine cooler.

Right away I was getting a rock hard-on, and of course Michelle couldn’t miss seeing it. She pushed me onto the sofa and handed me my drink. The whole time I was staring at her body. Then out of reflex, I reached up with my free hand, and cupped her firm, pert tit. I started to gently squeeze it, and was flicking the nipple with my thumb. Michelle started to unzip my fly and pulled my pants down to my knees, and my penis sprang to attention.

Trying kahramanmaraş escort to shake out of my trance, I took a swig of my drink and spilled some, coating myself. I started to get up to clean myself up, when Michelle pushed me down and said she’d do it for me. Then she bent down and wrapped her luscious lips around my member and started to bob her head up and down. I couldn’t believe that my cousin was sucking my dick like a pro. She was running her tongue up and down the underside of my dick. Then she started going faster. The feeling was unbelievable. I put my free hand on the back of her head to help her, but realized she didn’t need it. I started to feel a tingle in my balls and told her I was going to cum. That just made her go faster. I couldn’t hold back any more and blew my load right down her throat. She swallowed every drop. She looked up at me, and took my drink from my hand. She took a long drink and then locked her lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

I found myself pulling her body closer to me, and running my hands all over her body, I started to undress her. I rolled her over onto the sofa, and took off all my clothes. Then I bent over and put one of her breasts in my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue. I moved my hand between her legs and started to rub her clit. Her breathing got faster and she started to squirm. I was still playing with her pussy when I went to work on her other tit. I started to stick my forefinger in her tight pussy when she started bucking wildly. She started screaming, “It feels so good, please don’t stop.” she started manavgat escort to shudder and then it seemed like she froze. I could feel her pussy squeezing my finger and her juices were flowing onto my hand.

She looked down at me sucking her tit and said she never felt so good before. I told her the best was yet to come. I moved lower down her body and lightly kissed her stomach, and then put my face in her muff. As soon as I stuck my tongue in her pussy, she started grinding her muff in my face. I was nibbling on the nub of her clit and she stiffened. I could taste her sweet nectar and knew she wouldn’t last long. Just then she started to cum again and she was pulling my face deeper into her pussy with her legs wrapped around the back of my head.

After coming down from her orgasm, Michelle and I ran to her room. We got on her bed and locked in another passionate kiss. She rolled me on my back and got on top of my stomach. She told me she was still a virgin and wanted me to be her first. I pulled her close and we kissed again. Then she sat up and hovered over my dick. I pressed my fellow to the velvety folds of her labia and she lowered herself down slowly.

I looked into her angelic face as she impaled herself with my weapon, and saw a painful expression appear. I felt a little “pop” and knew it was her hymen giving way. A little blood coated my penis, but was soon gone after a few moments, as Michelle took all of me inside of her.

I could feel how tight Michelle’s pussy was, and knew she would climax soon. This time I wanted to cum with her. I rolled her over and was doing her from behind taking long deep strokes. She started to moan and gasp. Then she started to call out my name “Oh Andy …Oh God!” over and over. Her pussy started to massage my prick and I felt my balls tighten up. Michelle screamed she was cumming and I dove deeper. Just as she was hitting her orgasm, I blew my spunk deep into her love canal. We both collapsed on the bed and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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It started last summer when me and my wife went on a camping trip with her brother and his wife. I had always considered myself straight and have been married to my wife for ten years although I did have a curiosity of being with a guy.

It was the first night of our camping trip. We set up our camp site and cooked some burgers on the grill. Afterwards I decided that I needed a shower. My brother-in-law said that he also needed a shower that he would go with me. Our wives said they would just stay behind and would soon be going to bed.

Me and my brother-in-law went to the bath house to get a shower. In the bath house it had several toilet stalls and sinks in the front and the back were the showers. There were three showers lined up on one side. The showers had dividers between them but no curtains. Across from the showers was a bench.

I was kind of nervous about undressing in front of my brother-in-law so I used the bathroom while he went ahead undressed and got into the shower. When I went giresun escort to undress putting my clothes on the bench I could see straight into his shower. I could not help but notice his huge limp package hanging between his legs. It looked to be nearly eight inches and thick. I was in awe and kept glancing trying to be discrete. He caught me eyeing him and said “like what you see?” I was embarrassed and quickly apologized and told him that I was just in awe because I have never seen one so big. He chuckled and said that he has gotten that before.

We both got out of the shower at the same time. He says to me “is that what a normal size cock looks like.”

I respond back “I guess so.” Curiosity was getting the best of me, I asked him just how big it was, and he said that he had never measured. I went on to say that it must be really impressive when hard. He nodded and said yeah it gets a little longer and thicker. I said that the women must yalova escort really like it and he says to me your wife knows all about it. I was again in shock and he went on to tell how he took her virginity when he caught her gawking at it when they were younger. I thought I knew everything about my wife, guess not. I then noticed he was starting to get hard. That was when I reached out and touched it, rubbing it without even realizing what I was doing. I realized what I had just done, embarrassed I quickly pulled away. I never expected his response, he asked me if I like that and all I could do was nod my head yes. He sat down on the bench, and asks me if I want to suck it? I again reluctantly nod my head yes as I get down on my knees in front of him.

At this point he was nearly fully hard. I stretched my mouth fully open to take it in my mouth. He told me to take more of it but I could not, it was too big. He grabbed my head and started face yozgat escort fucking me hard. I was gagging, tears was running down my face, snot coming from my nose as he continued to pump my mouth hard and fast. After several minutes of him pumping my mouth he finally entered my throat. He held it there for several seconds that felt like forever and pulled out. I was gasping for breath. When I started to regain my breath he shoved it back in. This went on for a while when he finally shoves it in holding the back of my head and when he withdrew he was spent. He laughs and says You like that. I could not even respond from laying on the floor gasping. He got dressed and left me there on the floor like that.

Since then we have progressed to him fucking me when my wife is at work. He says I am his bitch! My wife has no idea that me and her brother are fooling around. He is wanting to have a threesome with the both of us sometime. I am not sure how to go about asking her. She does not even know that I know about her brother taking her virginity. I have asked her questions such as if she has ever seen her brother naked and she just nervously brushes it off and says “probably, I don’t really remember.” I am thinking it is getting time to refresh her memory. This is a true story and I will write more about how things progress since our first encounter.

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Cecilia always looked thin and puny for a 19 year old girl. Living with Sara, her widowed mother hovering in the early 40s her life wasn’t full of any teenage adventures. Cecilia’s 22 year old brother, Melvin, kept himself preoccupied with some courses in the city and remained a bookworm to the hilt whenever he came home. He naturally enjoyed more benefits at home and amongst their relatives as he was ‘brilliant’, a remark which irked Cecilia more often than not. Whenever he came home for vacation, the house buzzed with activity as friends and relatives started pouring in to see the ‘genius’. Naturally, Cecilia envied her brother for all the undue attention he kept stealing during each one of his visit.

He was planning to visit for Christmas and obviously it wasn’t very pleasant news to Cecilia. She was amused and annoyed to watch her mother running from pillar to post preparing for Melvin’s visit. The groceries were flooding the kitchen while the refrigerator began overflowing with milk and soft drinks. Cecilia was fuming in jealousy seeing the elaborate arrangements her mother was making for just yet another visit by her pampered brother. She had a special reason for envying her brother; he was perhaps the most sought after guy amongst her own friends. While Melvin was blessed with the good looks of their mother, Cecilia was cursed to resemble more of her deceased ugly father. Not many guys evinced any interest on her while a whole lot of girls kept chasing Melvin whenever he was in town. Melvin’s other side of being a secret freak neither seemed to bother his mom nor his relatives.

On the other hand, Cecelia’s stint with flirting wasn’t worth mentioning. She did receive a proposal for dating from one of her classmates a year ago. However, it turned out to be a nightmare as the bastard cunningly took her to a motel where he and his friends screwed her from afternoon till late evening before having the mercy to let her go home. Since then she had been vary of guys and never tried to scale the wall again.

Anyway, Melvin reached just a couple of days before Christmas and Cecilia could only watch helplessly as he bathed in the hospitality of all the relatives. The siblings seldom spoke to each other for quite some time. It was Melvin who broke the ice by inviting Cecilia for a movie. Although Cecilia wasn’t interested, she finally obliged as there was plenty of persuasion from her mother. Honestly, she wasn’t requiring too much of it as she always loved to watch movies. Melvin took her to the best theatre in town to watch a Hindi movie with Cecilia’s favorite star in the lead.

They were just the two in the whole box as the movie began. Melvin was watching even the commercials with rapt attention .Cecilia was getting bored as she might have watched those advertisements a few hundred times and couldn’t let out a gentle yawn. However, she wasn’t aware of the future shock which slowly unfolded once the main movie began.

Melvin was sitting to the left of Cecilia. As the movie began, his right arm went around her back and rested on her right shoulder. As Cecilia looked up at her brother, he flashed his magic smile while the sister was wondering what he meant by that smile. But the worst shock was waiting in the wings.

“What went wrong in the motel?” Melvin literally pressed his lips against Cecilia’s ears sending a terrible shock wave into her.

“What do you mean?” she fumbled initially to brush off the topic before her brother could probe any further.

“You certainly know what I mean,” Melvin spoke with a smile which flashed in the semi darkness of the theatre. “I heard about it almost immediately through zonguldak escort one of my friends.”

“Then you shouldn’t be asking me,” Cecilia turned her face away as though she wasn’t interested to discuss about the nightmare anymore. She tried hard to concentrate on the screen with her heart beating faster and faster.

“I was told they were four,” Melvin spoke as he tightened his grip on her right shoulder with sarcasm overriding in his tone.

Cecilia began cursing herself for being so naïve to have come with her teasing brother. She had always a few reservations about her brother and it was another occasion to prove yet again that her brother was a sadist in the making.

“No,” Cecilia pushed off his hands from her shoulders and snarled at Melvin. “In fact they were six. Now will you let me watch the movie or should I go home?”

“Six?” Melvin exclaimed pretending as though he didn’t believe what he had heard.

“Yes,” Cecilia quipped in a firm tone. “But I must tell you that they were far better than you.”

“I hope you didn’t disclose this to mom,” Melvin said with a mischievous smile.

“No,” Cecilia felt nervous with overwhelming fear. “You know she won’t cope up with that.”

“You are right,” Melvin smiled again. “I know for sure.”

“I don’t want you to talk about this again,” Cecilia got closer to Melvin and whispered. “At least you will never tell mom about this.”

Melvin nodded his head in agreement with closed eyes. “I think I shouldn’t be telling this to anyone for that reason.”

“Promise me,” Cecilia extended her right hand letting her palm stay inches away from Melvin’s face.

“Not so easily,” Melvin giggled. “Nothing comes free of cost.”

“Don’t ever try to blackmail me,” Cecilia snarled again.

Melvin stopped laughing, looked into her eyes for a moment and said with a smile, “Then we should better watch the movie.”

The siblings tried watching the movie for a while even though neither had any involvement whatsoever in what they saw. While Cecilia kept wondering what she should do keep her brother from revealing the motel episode, Melvin was running out of patience as he looked determined to tease his sister further.

“I want you to keep your mouth shut,” Cecilia spoke without moving her eyes of the screen.

“That is quite easy,” Melvin tilted his head towards her and spoke into her ears. “Provided you listen to what I say.”

“You have to assure me that you won’t ask me anything silly,” Cecilia wasn’t relenting. Melvin got annoyed for the first time as he stared at his sister visibly upset.

“Dear sister,” Melvin spoke making a conspicuous attempt to remain calm. “You can’t dictate terms with me if you want me to keep silent.”

“That’s alright,” Cecilia conceded finally. “What terms are you going to dictate?”

Melvin didn’t answer at once. His rigid face soon bloomed with a mischievous smile as his left hand unzipped his pant in a flash. Cecilia felt like being hit by a hammer on the head as he slid his body downwards and began pushing his pant from the waist. Here he had already freed his throbbing cock from the captivity of his brief which looked more menacing than those guys who went on a rampage in the motel. He held his shaft right in between his palms and began gently churning his meat closing his eyes.

“Melvin,” Cecilia spoke in a voice sounding like thin air unable to believe what she was seeing. She couldn’t help staring at her brother’s vigorous meat which stood tall well above nine inches perhaps.

“Will you give me a blowjob?” fethiye escort Melvin asked opening his eyes briefly.

“W..h..a..t?” Cecilia stammered.

“I assure you,” Melvin winked at her. “I will do a neat sucking job once you are through.”

“This is a theatre and I am your sister,” Cecilia gulped her saliva as she spoke with her eyes pinned on her brother’s gigantic dick.

“There is nobody in the box,” Melvin leaned into her ears and whispered. “It doesn’t matter to me being your brother.”

Melvin suddenly started playing with his rod. His hands went around her again pulling her body towards him. Cecilia’s tender breasts brushed against his right arm sending a mild chill through her nerves. His left hand reached beneath her abdomen to tease her pussy mount.

Cecilia closed her eyes at once and immediately started recollecting her first erotic adventure with her friends in the motel. ‘It all began like this,’ she told herself. She was held from behind by a guy while two guys had spread her legs wide enough to let her boyfriend have a go at her pussy. All the guys kept reaching out to her young tits in turns, squeezing them hard enough to send her screaming out in pain. She opened her eyes in an attempt to shrug off those haunting memories.

“Open up,” Melvin smiled unashamed. “Tell me how you feel your brother on your young pussy.”

“Not here,” she fumbled for words. “May be we should try this at home.”

Melvin wasn’t listening to her as his hands moved rapidly up and down all over her body. His left hand cupped her right breast gently just to let his palm brush against her nipple. Cecilia realized that he was trying to be very gentle with her unlike those pervert guys in the motel.

“Will you fuck me here, Melvin?” Cecilia queried with a bit of anxiety.

“Yes,” Melvin replied in the affirmative and began moistening his lips while his right hand entered inside her shirt through the top open.

“Really?” Cecilia murmured. “We need to be careful.”

Melvin pulled out a colorful pack of condoms from his pocket and unleashed it like magic. Cecilia’s eyes widened to see his big dick getting wrapped by the pinkish condom as though he had enormous experience in using condoms.

“Take of your skirt and shirt,” Melvin ordered in a hurried voice. “Turn around, hold the chair and keep bending forward.”

Cecilia’s hesitation was short lived as her brother’s hands went about stripping her with amazing ease. She got on her feet at once as if she was expecting this, leaned forward gripping the armrests of the chair.

“You aren’t that bad,” Melvin spoke mockingly as his hands landed on her waist. “You have a nice pair of round firm ass cheeks.”

Cecilia had just unclasped the bra hooks to let her young tits hang in the free air. Melvin’s hands caressed her silky stomach for a while before moving upwards to clutch her young tits. His thumbs found her nipples to knead and tweak them for a while.

“You are going to take the whole of mine inside,” Melvin said as if he was cautioning her while he began searching for his young sister’s wet pussy with the tip of his dick. Within seconds his hard meat had made an entry into her cunt sending a tremor all over her body.

“Let it inside,” Cecilia said taking a long breath.

Melvin pushed his demon further deep into her willing pussy and began rigging. Soon his thighs began banging against ass cheeks as he drove his dick in and out of her pussy mercilessly.

“Melvin,” Cecilia tried hard not to scream. “It feels very big inside.”

“Take alanya escort it,” Melvin spoke biting his teeth. “Perhaps your pussy is still tight after the plough you got in the motel.”

Melvin kept increasing the momentum while Cecilia’s hands occasionally slipped off the armrest as her young body struggled to cope up with her brother’s fucking speed. Her tender breasts swayed in the air as Melvin ripped her pussy apart like a machine relentlessly. She was struggling hard to contain her forced moans of utter joy. Melvin too was breathing hard while he kept mumbling ‘Take it’. Cecilia kept pushing her ass backwards not to let her brother’s rampaging cock get out of her oozing pussy. The siblings went along fucking while their bodies slammed against each other with loud noise.

“Melvin!” Cecilia screamed apparently due to her fast approaching climax.

“Goddd,” Melvin called out loudly as he could feel his dick exploding and filling the condom with enormous loads of his cum. His body soon rested on her back and gripped her waist more firmly.

“Why did I cum so soon,” he murmured still gasping for breath.

Cecilia turned around and was a bit amused even in exhaustion to see her brother’s shrunk dick going down like a defeated soldier. She hesitantly reached to her clothes to dress her up although she wasn’t sure if her brother had finished off with her yet. She was a bit disappointed to see that Melvin seemed to be more desperate to dress himself. The siblings settled on their seats smiling at each other.

It was yet another song sequence on the screen when Melvin pulled Cecilia’s face towards him and pressed his lips firmly against hers. What looked like a never ending kiss culminated in the horny brother’s hands once again reaching on the sister’s breasts to knead the perky nipples. It wasn’t difficult for Cecilia to guess what would happen next as Melvin began teasing her pussy again. His hands were quick enough to undo her skirt leaving his little sister in surprise. Cecilia moaned as Melvin drove a couple of his fingers inside her wet hole to dive in and out gently. Melvin looked like a guy in hurry as he got off the seat, went on his knees and buried his face between Cecilia’s shiny slender thighs. Cecilia’s body arched like a bow feeling his rough lips teasing her soft pussy lips.

Melvin began slowly by brushing her public hair with his lips and soon his tongue popped out as though it couldn’t remain patient. Cecilia’s back was pressing hard against the seat while her legs began spreading enough to let her brother get his way. Her right hand rested on his head clutching his hair while her eyes watched with sheer amazement as he got quicker with his lips and tongue on her pussy. She began grinding her waist, gripping his face with enormous strength whenever his probing tongue ventured inside her moist cunt.

“Oh Brother,” She groaned as she felt his teeth occasionally pressing against her soft tissues.

Cecilia was getting wild with her brother’s oral tease as she unbuttoned her shirts again and this time around pulled off her bra as well. Melvin looked up after a while and smiled with glowing lust in his eyes. He inched upwards towards the freed breasts and started sucking her nipples in alternate. His finger had replaced his mouth on her wet cunt as he kept poking her cavity. The little girl soon approached another explosion unable to cope up with the speeding fingers inside her moist pussy. Melvin was equal to the task as he descended at once to slurp her juice by letting his wide opened mouth press against her oozing clit.

Cecilia held his head firmly against her pussy for a while after which her grip loosened. Melvin stood up and returned to his seat again.

“It was fantastic,” Cecilia whispered into her brother’s ears.

“That was just a preview,” Melvin said winking at her. “Wait for the main movie soon at home.”

The siblings kissed yet again thoroughly excited about the prospects of the days ahead.

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Summary: Feminist lawyer learns of family’s secret sex society life.

Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 2: This is the first part of a year-long plus multi-part story of the bride’s extensive submission from powerful lawyer to obedient incestuous submissive slut during her wedding week.

*****

“I just need to warn you my family is very different,” Bradley said out of the blue as we reached their luxury hotel…they occupied the penthouse suite.

The way he stressed the word ‘very’ and the look of anxiety on his face had me slightly concerned.

I comforted him, “Honey, if they are anything like you then you have nothing to worry about.”

“That’s the problem, my parents are very, um, what is the best word to use…liberated,” he continued as we walked towards the elevator.

“Liberated how?” I asked, thinking it was an odd word choice.

“They’re swingers, for one thing,” he revealed.

“Oh!” Was all I could muster, this revelation not what I had been expecting.

“They believe we were put on earth as sexual beings and that monogamy is a silly societal expectation made to control the masses,” he explained.

I laughed, suddenly realizing that Bradley was playing with me, “That’s funny, so I suppose my parents and yours are already up there swapping wives.”

“It’s entirely possible,” he sighed, his tone and deathly white complexion telling me this wasn’t a joke.

I asked, suddenly worried, “You’re serious?”

“It gets worse,” he said, unable to look me in the eye.

“Worse than they are swingers who may try to seduce my parents?” I asked, although the idea of my parents as swingers seemed rather humorous. I liked to think they only had sex three times to produce my two older brothers and me.

He continued, clearly nervous, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I had no idea how to bring it up.”

“It’s okay,” I said, although I was beginning to wonder if that was true.

“I don’t even know how to begin to tell you this.”

“Honey, just say it,” I said, growing more and more curious about what else there could be.

“Brittany, I love you,” he said, as he took both my hands in his and looked into my eyes.

“I love you too, Bradley, and nothing your parents say or do will change that,” I said, trying to comfort him. We were getting married in four days and, due to a variety of reasons, I had yet to meet his globe-trotting parents.

“I should have told you this long time ago, but the reality is, I was too scared to lose you,” he repeated, continuing to be cryptic and vague.

“Just tell me,” I said, getting more worried. Bradley was a strong-willed man and I had never seen him like this…so insecure and nervous…what I loved about him was his powerful persona, especially in the bedroom, “Nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”

“We will see about that,” he said.

“Honey, tell me now,” I demanded, as we finally entered the elevator.

“My family is part of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked, as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse.

“A secret society of families who run the world through a complex male dominated society,” he revealed.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed by his vagueness. What I loved about Bradley was he was a real man and understood how to treat and please a woman. We are both lawyers and he understands the high stress pressure of my job. He was also the first man who understood my doppelganger personality. At work I was an ice queen; a determined woman trying to be successful and prominent in a still very male dominated field. On the other hand, he understood that when in the bedroom, I wanted to just turn off that persona and become my polar business opposite…submissive and obedient.

“It means that my family is a member of a very exclusive society that sees men as superior and women as subservient,” he continued.

“Like I am to you in the bedroom,” I smiled playfully, trying to lighten the tension.

“Yes, but it’s much more complex than that,” he said, not smiling like he usually did when I got flirty.

Just then, the elevator slowed down, stopping on the tenth floor. An older man, holding hands with a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty and was dressed in a plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, thigh high beige stockings which were completely in view, five inch heels, pigtails and a strange looking black choker with a gold symbol I’d never seen before engraved on it, got onto the elevator. She looked like a complete slut and he like a fucking pervert.

Bradley said with a heavy sigh, “Hi, Uncle Bart.”

“Hey, big man, long time no see,” the good looking, grey haired man greeted, before turning to me and saying, “And you must be the bride-to-be.”

“So I’m told,” I smiled politely, already not liking him.

He took my hand and kissed it as he said, “Brad, this is my girlfriend Amber, she is the Rockenports’ youngest daughter.”

The erzurum escort Rockenports were one of the ten richest families in America, being oil Barons in Texas, owners of a fancy line of hotels including the one we were currently in, and, the head of the family, James Rockenport had recently hinted he may run for President.

“Nice to meet you, Amber,” Bradley greeted, although he looked incredibly nervous.

“Nice to meet you too, Master Bradley,” the young slut replied, bowing to him.

I gasped out of shock and anger…thinking only I get to call Bradley ‘Master’!

Bart, seeing my reaction, asked, clearly surprised, “She doesn’t know?”

“I was just trying to tell her when you got on the elevator,” Bradley explained, clearly anxiety riddled.

“Yes, apparently your family is a member of some sinister secret man society,” I flippantly said, wanting to make it clear I wasn’t buying into this old school male hierarchy bullshit, as I glared at the blonde bimbo who had called Bradley master.

In the bedroom, I often referred to Bradley as Master and allowed him to call me a variety of derogatory names that always got me off. Yet, in public, I was clearly the one in charge.

“Oh my,” Bart said, “this is going to be interesting.”

“How?” I asked.

Amber, who had remained mostly silent, said, “You’re in for a real revelation.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell her,” Bart repeated, ignoring my question and shaking his head.

“Tell me what?” I demanded, getting frustrated, like I often did in the law office when men talked around me and not to me.

“Shit,” Bradley cursed, as the elevator slowed down. “Honey, please let’s go back downstairs so I can explain everything.”

“Is the initiation training off?” Amber asked, disappointment in her voice.

Bart said, “Don’t worry, the initiation training is definitely still on.”

“What initiation training?” I asked again.

Just then, the elevator doors opened and I gasped again.

A ridiculously big breasted, red headed young girl in a maid outfit greeted us, “Welcome to Brittany’s initiation training into the Order of Syndom. Please sign in.”

I glared at Bradley.

Bart greeted, “You’re new.”

“I’m Star,” she introduced herself, with a heavy French accent.

“Of course you are,” I sarcastically quipped.

Ignoring my clear disgust at her, she continued, “My daddy is Mario Cliffton.”

Mario Cliffton was a French fashion mogul and the designer of the dress I was wearing Saturday. My head was beginning to spin as I tried to put this avalanche of strange disconnected information together.

“How lovely,” Bart smiled, cupping her breasts through her skimpy uniform.

I again glared at Bradley, who was not looking at me but staring at the big chested maid.

I moved to the guest book and cursed, “Shit, my parents are already here.”

The redhead said ball bubbly like a bimbo would be, “Oh, they have been here for a couple of hours already.”

Bart quipped, “I imagine they are more than just here.”

“What does that mean?” I snapped, civility no longer an option.

“I think it is better for you to see for yourself,” Bart said, as he stopped feeling up the quasi-celebrity maid, and signed in. “Oh, Candi is already here and so is Dad.”

I had met Candi, Bradley’s sister, once while in Vegas, and thought she was rather strange and subservient, which was all beginning to make sense as this bizarre day continued.

“Shit,” Bradley finally spoke. “Brittany let’s get out of here…this was a mistake.”

“I’m not leaving until I see that my parents are okay,” I said tersely.

Star said, all giddy, “I’ll let Master know the guest of honour is here.”

She disappeared around a corner as I turned to Bradley and asked, my tone giving no doubt as to my growing anger, “What the hell is going on Bradley?”

He stammered, “I-I-I, um.”

Bart interjected, “Brittany, we’re a very close family.”

“So is mine,” I replied. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“We have a family tradition that goes back hundreds of years,” he continued, avoiding a clear cut answer like politicians always do.

“Stop giving me cryptic answers,” I snapped.

Before he could answer, I heard another voice from behind me, “Brittany, it is so great to finally meet you.”

I turned around to see a very good looking older man, a close replica of Bradley, looking at me, dressed only in a robe.

Shifting from hostile to sweet, I greeted, “Hi, Mr. Wolfe, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You as well,” he smiled warmly, pulling me into a big hug, his smile so inviting.

This was how I had imagined the meeting, minus the poking of his cock into my thigh during the hug.

Breaking the hug, he took my hand and said, “Come with me, Brittany. My wife is dying to meet you.”

“Dad, please,” Bradley said.

Mr. Wolfe gave him a look similar to what I give, eskişehir escort which shut him up quickly.

I followed my father-in-law to be around the corner, and was quickly overwhelmed with the massive spread of a penthouse suite. It looked like somewhere that movie actors would stay. He led me through the massive living room as I wondered where everybody was.

Stopping at the door, he asked, “What did Brad tell you about me?”

“He was cryptically telling me about a secret society led by men, but we were interrupted by Bart and his high school girlfriend,” I answered.

“Bart likes them young,” he chuckled as if that explained it, “always trading in for a newer model.” After a pause, he said, “Did you know your family is also a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“What?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes, I have known your father for years. I am surprised he was able to resist the obvious temptation,” he said, again being cryptic.

“What temptation?” I asked, suddenly leery of where this conversation was going.

“Why, you, of course,” he smiled, opening the door to a massive bedroom.

What I saw next shocked me to the very core of my being. I stammered, “M-m-mom!”

My mother, completely naked except for black thigh highs, was straddling a grey haired man in his sixties, assumedly Bradley’s grandfather, and riding his cock…in her ass.

Mom, not remotely embarrassed to be caught by her daughter committing sodomized adultery, moaned, as she took the older man’s long, thick cock in her ass, “Hiiii, sweetheart.”

I hadn’t noticed Dad, but was greeted by his voice, “Hi, honey, happy you could make it to your initiation training.”

I turned to see he was sitting with a beer in his hand as Bradley’s sister, Candi, also naked except thigh highs, hers red, sucked his cock.

“D-d-dad,” I stammered, unable to comprehend what I was witnessing.

He ordered, “Come and give Dad a hug.”

My mind spinning, I obeyed my father like I always did, as I tentatively walked over to him and bent down to give him a hug, trying to avoid looking at his cock.

I gave him my usual daughter-dad hug, but when I went to move away, he ordered, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap so I can explain what is happening here.”

“But you’re naked,” I said, pointing out the obvious, before adding, “and someone who is not Mom is sucking your cock.”

“As you should be too,” he responded.

“Daddy!” I gasped, unsure if he meant naked or sucking him. As soon as I was around my father, who was and still is a very handsome man and very forceful, I became a little girl again, eager to get his approval and completely unlike my usual strong-willed self.

“Just do as Daddy asks,” he said soothingly, somehow making his absurd request seem okay.

Behind me, Mom’s moans increased and I looked back to see that an older woman, Bradley’s mother I assumed, was now awkwardly licking Mom’s pussy as she continued riding the old man’s cock.

My pussy was undeniably, inexplicably wet, which only enhanced my confusion.

“Honey, come and get Daddy hard,” Mr. Wolfe said behind me.

I turned to watch his daughter, Candi, move away from between my father’s legs and scurry to her father, dropping to her knees as he dropped his robe. I stared in voyeuristic awe at the incestuous act as she took her dad’s cock into her mouth.

Dad said, drawing me away from the shocking act and back to him, “Time for you to begin your initiation training, Brittany.”

I turned to him, his eight inch erect cock pointing up at me, and asked firmly, “Dad, please tell me what is going on.”

“Get undressed and I will explain everything,” he said.

I was distracted as I heard mom screamed, “Fuuuuuck, fill my ass with your come, Maaaaaster.”

I again turned to watch as Mom reached orgasm from riding a stranger’s cock in her ass.

“Your Mother has her best orgasms from getting ass fucked,” Dad said, behind me.

Ironically, I thought to myself, so do I. I felt it was the ultimate act of submission, giving your ass away that made it so hot. Bradley fucked my ass regularly, filling my ass with cum as he called me nasty names…knowing that the ultimate submission always got me off.

“Earth to Brittany,” Dad said, as I was brought back to the crazy reality I was witnessing.

“W-w-what?” I stammered, turning away from Mom’s sodomy and back to my naked father.

“What are you thinking?” Dad asked, the smug look on his face showing that he somehow knew it was something naughty.

“N-n-nothing,” I stuttered.

“Were you enjoying watching your mother?” he asked.

“What? No,” I defended, as I actually hadn’t. “It’s just I can’t begin to understand what is happening here.”

“I think you have always known,” Dad said, his hand moving to his fully erect cock.

“Known what?” I asked, Dad’s cryptic answers as annoying as Bradley’s earlier.

“That mom is subservient,” he said.

Thinking of how mother was the stay gaziantep escort at home wife, so “Leave it to Beaver”, and always fawning over Dad it vaguely made sense. She also always wore nylons and was, in retrospect, very obedient.

I joked, “I just thought she never left the fifties.”

“Oh, in many ways she hasn’t,” Dad laughed back. After a moment, he ordered, “Now get undressed, my dear.”

“But…” I began, the order so ludicrous.

“No buts, Brittany, everyone else is naked,” he pointed out.

“Except for the thigh highs,” I quipped, always unable to avoid being a smart ass when the opportunity arose.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, suddenly wondering if the silk thigh high stockings Bradley always had me wear, and were being worn by every woman here, was somehow a symbol of obedience for the women in this strange secret society. Also, I vaguely remembered that mom wore pantyhose every day when I was growing up and wondered now if they had always been thigh highs.

“Good, at least Brad did that right,” Dad said, his tone implying annoyance at Bradley.

“What does that mean?” I asked, as I kept asking questions, but got only vague answers and more questions.

“Just that Brad has not followed the Order of Syndom, which is very disappointing, since I chose him for you,” Dad revealed, another domino falling in a life that before the past half hour had made sense.

“Excuse me?” I asked, his last few words shocking me yet again.

“Oh honey, do you really not understand yet the breadth of the Order of Syndom?” He said, as he pointed around the room.

I didn’t look but instead firmly demanded, “Tell me what you mean by you ‘chose him for me’.

He sighed, “I told you I would explain everything once you got undressed, Brittany.”

“Fine!” I snapped, frustrated and figuring obeying this preposterous task would get me closer to the answers I was searching for. I took off my dress and stood in front of my father in only my bra, panties and thigh highs…shivering slightly and feeling very vulnerable.

“Bra and panties too,” Dad instructed.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“We are all just flesh and bone, my dear,” Dad explained, “don’t let society’s expectations control yours. Nudity is natural.”

“Is that why incest is justified?” I quipped, turning to look at Candi sucking her dad’s cock rather lavishly.

“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring my sarcasm, as he explained, “Sex is supposed to be between two or more people you love, and who loves you more than your own flesh and blood?”

“You want to have sex with me?” I asked, even though the answer was beginning to be obvious.

“Of course,” he nodded, “but this is about much more than just having sex with you.”

“It is?” I asked flabbergasted, my father just admitting he wanted to fuck me. My whole father-daughter relationship was suddenly being questioned.

From behind me, Mom put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Free your mind of judgement, my dear.”

I turned to look at her and said, my tone still bitter, my alpha male personality dying to stay in control, “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Understand your place,” she answered.

“My place?” I repeated, incredulously.

“Yes, honey, there is a natural hierarchy in all relationships,” she explained.

“You just fucked another man in front of your husband,” I pointed out.

“Because Master instructed me to,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Aaaaaaaaaah,” I screamed, frustrated beyond all means.

Mr. Wolfe interjected, “This isn’t going anywhere, Cam.”

“Agreed, Walker,” Dad said with a nod, before standing up and ordering me, his tone firm, “Bra and panties off now, Brittany.”

I turned back to Dad and gave him a desperate look, but when his stern facial expression didn’t change, I, hands trembling, obeyed, as I unclasped my bra and tugged down my panties…even though I didn’t know why I was obeying.

“Good girl,” he purred, like he used to when I was a child…making me suddenly feel obedient and desperate to get more of his attention.

Mr. Wolfe continued, as I turned to him, “Brittany, it is time you understood your place. Your dad and your fiancé both did not do their job in preparing you for your role in the Order of Syndom.”

“My role?” I scoffed, his words sounding absurd. I noticed that Bradley, Bart and Amber where also in the room now.

“Yes, the social hierarchy of the Order of Syndom is very clear and not negotiable. As it has been throughout history, the man is at the top of the family hierarchy and the woman naturally is below him,” he explained.

“How 1950s,” I quipped.

He sighed, “Your father should have disciplined you back when you were young…as sometimes women, like you, think they can buck a centuries old system of power and submission. Plus, let’s be honest, you dress the role of a feminist, you work the role of feminist, but truthfully you are a submissive underneath your facade of pretentiousness.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, pissed at having my character questioned.

“Brad, what is your bride-to-be like in the bedroom?” Mr. Wolfe asked, looking at his son.

Bradley, instantly broke eye contact with me, and answered sheepishly, “She is submissive.”

“Does she call you Master?” He asked.

“Yes,” Bradley admitted.

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“Chastity — the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.”
– (Aldous Huxley “Eyeless in Gaza”)

*

When Howard began to become sexually aware he found himself in a world of mixed messages.

The media seemed bent on encouraging him to engage in sexual activity; sex education at school — long past the days of birds, bees and flowers — gave explicit instruction on “how to” and what to,” and this applied not only to heterosexual, but also homosexual activity; all, of course, in the name of “safe sex.”

The church he attended with his parents, a vaguely middle of the road religious club, seemed to be happy to go along with whatever was current. News was that somewhere it had recently consecrated a bishop who was openly gay. The priesthood was no longer the sole preserve of the male, and it was not unknown for priests to openly state that they were in homosexual or lesbian relationships.

On matters of sex before marriage, abortion, adultery, live in “relationships,” and divorce the denomination was ambivalent, and Howard could not find the guidance he sought about things sexual.

His parents were equally ambivalent. This may well have been because both his mother, Sarah, and his father, Harvey, were not averse to engaging in a little extramarital sex, especially after one of their parties when the alcohol had flowed freely.

On the one hand they seemed to imply that Howard should not engage in sexual activity until he was “the right age; it was not stated what that was. On the other hand they seemed to say it was okay to go ahead, “as long as you or the girl is ‘Safe.'”

Howard was somewhat confused about what to do with his enlarged penis, the dreams of naked girls and the nightly emissions of semen. At least, he was confused until he found “The Church of Holy Purity,” or more accurately, it found him.

It was a school friend that suggested he go along to the Church of Holy Purity, or the CHP as it was usually called. “We have a great time,” the friend informed him. “They’ve got a fantastic band and choir and we sing ‘Hot Gospel Songs,’ and the preachers are great guys; not boring like your guys.”

And so Howard went along to the CHP and there found the guidance he was looking for.

To state the CHP position in relation to sex baldly: no masturbation; no sex before marriage; sex in marriage to be for the purpose of procreation only — it was recommended that married couples slept in separate beds, and ideally in separate rooms – and above all, no gay relationships.

Of all the sins most avidly condemned, the word “Fornication” was used to cover every possible sexual act apart from within marriage, but even then only within the limitations already stated.

Strange as it may seem to the more sexually cynical and lustful, the CHP had a large membership, the majority of them young people around Howard’s age. It was unlike the church in which he had been brought up, which was a mixture of middle-aged to elderly people and lots of empty pews.

Four times on Sundays the CHP Gateway to Paradise Church, which seated seven hundred and thirty two people, was packed to capacity.

Unlike the stolid and set responses Howard was used to, the CHP congregation was noisy, with many cries of “Praise the Lord,” “Thank you Jesus,” and general cries of agreement with what the preacher said.

It seems that one of the most entertaining aspects of the CHP was confessions by penitents. The penitent, clad from head to foot in a black robe thus obscuring their identity, sat on a chair facing the congregation. The preacher standing on the rostrum above the penitent asked loudly, “What do you confess?”

There now followed a set formula.

The penitent stood and cried out almost invariably, “I have fornicated.”

The congregation gasped with horror.

The preacher then asked, “Do you repent your foul sin?”

“I repent my foul sin.”

The congregation gasped with delight.

“Do you now promise as you shall answer on the Day of Judgment that you will hereafter renounce, abhor and shun this sin?”

“I will renounce, abhor and shun this foul sin hereafter.”

Applause and cries of “Praise the Lord” from the congregation.

“Then I release you from your sin in the name of the Lord.” The preacher took off the penitent’s black garb to reveal the penitent clothed in a white garment.

Loud cheers from the congregation and much hugging and kissing of the penitent as he or she was received back into the main body of the congregation; this was always followed by an extended, lurid and entertaining dissertation by the preacher on the subject of fornication which included a description of what happened to the fornicator in the after life.

The Penitent to begin with was unidentifiable since the black garment included a hood; when the black garment was removed the penitent was then recognizable. Howard noticed how often the same people confessed and were absolved of their sin.

Much more fun and entertaining than the church tekirdağ escort of his parents, and feeling that it gave him solid guidance on all things sexual; the CHP became Howard’s religious home.

At first disappointed at Howard’s refusal to attend their church any more, his parents were at least relieved that Howard was attending the CHP. They had no knowledge of what the CHP taught or of what the services consisted. When questioned, Howard was unforthcoming, and his parents took no steps to find out what went on.

In keeping with the current philosophy they decided that, “Young people have to make their own mistakes and find their own way,” they rested content with Howard’s choice of church, thinking, “He’ll grow out of it.”

* * * * * * * *

As the years passed Howard did not seem to grow out of the CHP. In the perverse way of people, especially parents, Howard’s parents became increasingly concerned about his “Unnatural chastity.”

“It’s not natural in a boy his age to not be having sex with girls. Just look at the other boys his age, they’re all at it like rabbits,” his father’s commented one evening.

“There’s no need to be crude,” his wife replied, thinking of the prominent member of their congregation who had paid her a pastoral visit and burrowed into her two days before.

“But your right,” she went on, “it’s not normal.”

Apart from the prominent member, she had in mind the days of her promiscuous youth.

Being among other things the changer of the family bed linen, she also had in mind the semen she found on Howard’s under sheet that was clearly not of masturbation origin, but the involuntary emissions said to be the dream outcome of celibates since overloaded testes must have some outlet.

Howard passed out of high school and went onward into university, still an adherent of the CHP, and still a virgin.

His mother, who nursed an ambition to be a grandmother by the time she was forty five, grew anxious as she passed her forty first birthday, and then her forty second birthday, and still Howard showed no signs of desiring to reproduce the species.

She tried sharing her anxieties with her husband but he proved unsympathetic. He had grown inured to Howard’s chastity and simply commented, “You can forget about grandchildren, he’s probably a closet gay.”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments and then went on, “You might get a grandchild. They’re thinking of passing legislation that will allow gay couples to adopt children.”

“But isn’t that against the Church’s teaching?” his wife protested.

“Not our Church,” he replied, “They’re not against anything these days.” He paused and looking doleful added, “But I expect it’s against the teaching of that CHP lot.”

* * * * * * * *

His mother, finding her husband less than sympathetic regarding her grandmotherly desires, shared her anxieties with her younger sister, Bathsheba, usually called “Sheba.”

Sheba was the object of family curiosity. Ten years younger than Sarah, she had long been Sarah’s confidant in times of trouble, like the time Harvey had become too involved with one of his “bits on the side,” and had come near to leaving Sarah.

The “bit on the side” happened to be the parish priest’s wife, and for once the alleged “Openness, liberty” and general permissiveness of that denomination did not seem to apply, at least as far as the priest was concerned.

When the affair was exposed it was further muddied when it came to light that the priest had been enjoying the favours of one of the members of the congregation, a bank manager’s wife of buxom proportions.

Harvey stayed with Sarah; the bank manager divorced his wife; the priest’s wife divorced him, and the priest was sent to a distant rural parish to consider his options. It was rumoured that he had established a relationship with the divorced wife of a farmer who had disposed of her on the grounds that she was an alcoholic.

The priest, so it was said, joined his inamorata in her alcoholic pleasures and his sermons became increasingly entertaining if a little confused. The Church hierarchy decided that he would be left in his rural retreat until he retired or passed over into eternity.

But I wander, and so back to Sarah and her sister.

The family curiosity was centred on the fact that Sheba, despite being a woman of considerable attractions, not the least of them being a magnificent 42D bra size, and legs that would make the most devoted celibate monk forget his vows of chastity; she had never married.

Not that Sheba was chaste, far from it, but she limited herself to short term relationships with “no strings attached.” The “no strings attached” was not always adhered to on the part of her lovers.

She had nearly been murdered by one lover in a fit of jealous anger, when she informed him that he’d had his share and it was now time for someone else to get his portion.

A knee jerked firmly into his groin brought tokat escort an end to his attempt to strangle her, but she bore the marks of his fingers on her neck for some time afterwards.

When Sarah revealed her concerns about Howard’s apparent lack of interest in female flesh Sheba had made the responses common in such situations: “He’ll get over it;” “He’ll meet someone;” “He’s just shy;” “Give him time and you’ll see.”

When Sarah told her of Harvey’s view that Howard might be a closet gay Sheba remained silent for a while, and then said, “You’ll never know unless he does something either way.”

Sarah, having learned over the years some of the CHP’s teachings about sex, she wailed, “It’s all the fault of that church he goes to.” She went on to explain it to Sheba.

Sheba, who adhered to the same denomination as Sarah, was appalled.

“How can anyone in the twenty first century still be so narrow minded?” she protested. “The government ought to close them down; ban them from teaching such rubbish to our youth. It’s unhealthy and inhibits natural development and self-expression.”

“Yes,” Sarah agreed gloomily, “Harvey and I thought he’d grow out of it, but he’s more firmly committed to that place than ever.”

They sat silently, as if having nothing further to say. Sheba seemed to go into a trance from which she emerged smiling reassuringly.

“I don’t suppose he’s ever been tested, not really tested.”

“Tested?” Sarah said, looking at her questioningly.

“There is a way…” Sheba began to say, and then stopped short. After a brief pause she went on, “Suppose you and Harvey go away for a weekend…a long weekend, and suppose I come here and look after Howard?”

“But Howard isn’t a child, he doesn’t need minding,” Sarah replied.

“All men need minding,” Sheba chuckled. “They never really grow up, you have to cook and clean for them, you have to pick things up that they’ve dropped them, and you have to keep telling them how wonderful they are. After all, what is a wife but the extension of their mother?”

Sarah thought about Harvey and then heartily agreed with Sheba, but went on hesitantly, “Sheba, I know it’s not a very nice thing to say, but Howard doesn’t…well he doesn’t…”

“Like me very much?”

“Yes,” Sarah replied sorrowfully.

“I think you’re wrong Sarah,” Sheba said thoughtfully, “I think he likes me a great deal.”

“But…” Sarah began.

“Let me stay with him for a weekend and I can assure you he’ll like me even more at the end of it.”

“How…why…Sheba?”

Sheba did not answer Sarah’s question, instead saying, “By the end of the weekend he will have finished with the CHP.”

“But what can you do, Sheba?”

“Don’t ask me; just leave things up to me Sarah.”

“But…but…I’ll have to ask Harvey.”

“You do that Sarah, and let me know, all right?”

“Yes, all right Sheba.”

* * * * * * * *

Sarah duly talked over what Sheba had said with Harvey.

Harvey was doubtful that there was anything that Sheba could do to persuade Howard to cease his chaste life and connection with the CHP.

“I’ve told you,” he said, “He’s probably gay and afraid to act on it.”

“Well I think we should give Sheba a chance to try,” Sarah said, “after all, there’s nothing to lose.”

“And suppose she does break him down and he starts having gay sexual relationships all over the place, will you like that?”

“No,” Sarah said, “but it’ll be better than forever wondering what if anything is wrong with him.”

“Religion, that’s what wrong with him,” Harvey snarled, “I’ve always said that too much religion is bad for a young bloke.”

“But we go to church,” Sarah protested.

“Yes, but that’s not really religion, its more…more…well it’s not like that CHP mob who actually mean it.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Sarah said, “but shouldn’t we give Sheba a chance?”

Harvey laughed and said, “Well I suppose if Sheba wants to carry out detoxification of sexual abstinence with Howard then let her try; we can go away for a dirty long weekend.”

“Oh, lovely Howard, we haven’t had one of those for a long time,” Sarah said enthusiastically. “I saw some interesting lingerie in the adult sex shop recently, I think I shall buy some.”

“Yes,” Harvey said, “and while you’re at it buy some of those restraints they sell.”

“Darling,” Sarah giggled, “do you mean you’ll want me to discipline you.”

“No, the restraints will be for you,” Harvey replied.

“Oh darling, how lovely,” Sarah said excitedly, “but we’d better go where there aren’t many people. Remember the last time when someone heard my screams and sent for the police?”

“Yes, it did take a bit of explaining,” Harvey laughed.

“Those bite marks took days to heal,” Sarah said as she fondly remembered.

* * * * * * * *

Arrangements were duly made for the long weekend.

Howard protested that he didn’t trabzon escort want Aunt Sheba to come and stay with him. If asked what he thought of Sheba he would have been hard put to give and answer, but given that her full name was Bathsheba, in his mind he had come to associate her with Bathsheba in the bible, and hadn’t that Bathsheba been seen by King David as she bathed, and hadn’t that led on to adultery? Making this connection had made him wary of his Aunt Sheba.

On being asked by Sarah how he would like to cook for himself Howard decided that it might be as well if Sheba did come to stay with him. After all, he would not see much of her since on Saturday evening he would be attending the CHP Youth Club of which he was a leader, and on Sunday he would attend the morning service, and then the youth service in the afternoon and then he might attend the evening Hallowing service.

And so Harvey and Sarah set off on Friday evening for their long weekend, armed with various items that would hopefully stimulate their sexual appetites.

Having no CHP functions to attend on Friday evening Howard was alone with Sheba. He had never actually been alone with her before, and apart from his associating her with the biblical Bathsheba, he found Sheba’s presence a trifle disturbing.

Quite why this was so he could not specify. She was cheerful and had cooked him an excellent meal and he even began to feel a trifle guilty about his wariness of her.

After the evening meal, and as soon as he decently could. He escaped to his bedroom that combined his study, giving as his reason the need to finish an essay.

He did in fact have an essay to finish but it was difficult to concentrate. He found himself listening for the sounds of Sheba moving around the house, few at first but then the hiss of the shower. He heard her leave the shower and then the sound of soft footsteps.

She had to pass his bedroom and the footsteps seemed to hesitate at his door. He held his breath, and then the footsteps passed on. There was the sound of a door being closed, and Howard tried to return to his essay.

It was useless, he couldn’t concentrate. It was as if Sheba’s presence in the house destroyed his powers of concentration.

He gave up and had a shower then went to bed. He lay awake for a long time listening for any more sounds of Sheba; there was nothing.

When he slept he dreamt that he was King David looking at Bathsheba as she bathed naked. She came to him still naked and she was in the form of Sheba. He awoke, sweating, and there was a pool of semen on the under sheet. He did his best to clean it up, and then went back to sleep.

He woke up in the morning with an erection, and knew he was being tempted by Satan. He had to get out of the house, away from Sheba, since she seemed to be the epicentre of this unholy enticement.

A smiling negligee clad Sheba greeted him at the breakfast table. The erection he had awoken with became firmer and began to throb. He knew what he must do.

The CHP “Handbook for Young Men” had advice for those who suffered from lustful thoughts: “First, wash the affected parts in cold water; second, engage in some vigorous exercise; third, after the exercise take a cold shower; you will then find that the lustful thoughts will have departed and Satan has been defeated.”

He bolted down his breakfast and fled to the bathroom and washed the “parts” in cold water.

As an aid to purity the CHP provided a gymnasium much frequented by the younger male members of the congregation. There Howard rode a bicycle that went nowhere; tugged on weights that lifted nothing of value; twirled dumbbells until his arms ached and then took a cold shower.

It worked, “Thanks be to the Lord,” Howard thought. The forces of the Prince of Darkness had been overcome and his thoughts were pure again.

He had only to survive until the evening when he joined the other members of the CHP Youth Club and all would be well. As a leader of the club he would give a talk on the overcoming of lascivious thoughts. To avoid being with Sheba he took a long walk during which he worked out what he would say.

He decided he would take as his main theme the situation as, according the bible, it had been between King David and Bathsheba, and then outline how it could and should have been.

Instead of engaging in lustful activities with Bathsheba, David should have joined his army who were engaged in fighting the Ammonites and worked off his lascivious desires slaughtering a few of the enemy. Since cold showers were not available at the time, David should then have proceeded to the River Jordan and washed in it. After that all would have been well, although no Solomon would have been born since it was Bathsheba who gave birth to him.

Howard missed lunch but hunger forced him home for the evening meal.

Sheba, dressed somewhat casually in white shorts and a red shirt smilingly asked Howard about his day mentioning that she had missed his company and been surprised that he hadn’t turned up for lunch.

Howard, not wishing to tell Sheba what he had been doing and why, mumbled that he had taken a long walk so that he might commune with “The Lord’s natural world.” He hastily added that he was not a nature worshipper, and then went into a muddled theological explanation concerning God and the natural order.

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