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Das Tageslicht hat uns wieder. Und somit auch die moderne Welt. Kaum draußen, meldet sich schon das Handy. Ob und wann wir wieder heim kommen? Wird gefragt.

Ich schreibe zurück das wir uns mit der Länge der Strecke vertan haben und erst morgen zurückkommen und unter freiem Himmel übernachten werden.

Passt auf euch auf wehrtes Königinnen-Paar, wir Lieben euch.

Ist es nicht schön schon nach ein paar Stunden schon so vermisst zu werden?

Jetzt aber zurück zu mir und meinem Schweinchen. Nach der Verabschiedung erst mal Handy aus. Weil später haben wir bestimmt keine sauberen Hände mehr zum Telefonieren.

Wir setzten uns in das reichlich vorhandene Moos und fingen an zu Essen. Natürlich nicht alles. Da wir ja übernachten, wollten wir für morgen etwas übrig lassen. Von Pisse und Scheiße allein kann man sich nicht Ernähren. Obwohl das zu Testen auch noch ausstand.

Aber das wird ein anderer Teil dieser Geschichte, falls noch gewünscht.

Nach dem Normalen Essen, fingen wir an uns gegenseitig zärtlich zu küssen und zu streicheln. Kein Körperteil ließen wir aus. Es ist einfach schön sich zu berühren und zu fühlen und Stellenweise sehr intensiv zu schmecken.

Da wir nun doch schon einige Tage unsere Fotzen und Arschspalten von jeglicher Seife verschont hatten, war das Aroma natürlich sehr intensiv und noch mehr aufgeilend für uns. Wir fraßen uns gegenseitig fast auf vor Geilheit, so scharf waren wir auf den Fotzen und Arsch-Gestank.

Unser erster Orgasmus war sehr laut und weit hörbar, aber auch wunderschön entspannend. Danach lagen wir eng aneinander gekuschelt im weichen Moos und schauten in den mit Blättern verhangenen Himmel und streichelten uns dabei ein wenig.

„Sag mal Schatz. Lust auf eine Dusche? Ich müsste ganz dringend Pissen.”

Ich legte mich ohne groß zu reden auf den Rücken und Meli stellte sich über mich und pisste auch gleich los. Ein Dicker, heller Strahl ihrer herrlich warmen Frauenpisse traf mich voll auf die Fotze.

Ich schrie auf vor Geilheit und Lust. Dann lenkte sie den Strahl auf meine Titten und in meinen Mund, den ich schon weit geöffnet habe um ihre geile Pisse zu empfangen. Ein herrlicher Geschmack.

Ich glaube ich bin schon jetzt süchtig nach ihrer Pisse. Ich zog Melis Fotze auf mein Gesicht um den ganzen Rest zu trinken.

„Du schmeckst so gut sagte ich zu ihr. Ich bin süchtig nach Dir. Ich will ab sofort Deine Persönliche Toilette sein mein Liebling.

Egal wann, immer und überall will ich Dich trinken.”

„So geht es mir auch Liebste,” sagte Meli.

„Bitte Piss in mein Maul. Keine Toilette soll jemals wieder Deinen Herrlichen Saft bekommen. Egal ob hell oder dunkel gelb, alles soll nur noch von mir getrunken werden. Nie mehr Verschwendung von Königinnen Pisse.”

„Dann komm Prinzessin, ich kann ‘s kaum noch halten. Als ich ihren Mund spürte lies ich es laufen. Gott war das viel. Aber Meli schluckte brav alles runter. Wirklich alles, und es war bestimmt ein guter Liter.

Als der Strahl versiegte und sie alles geschluckt hatte, rülpste sie direkt in meine Spalte. Wow war das ein geiles Gefühl.

„Ich glaube in nächster Zeit brauche ich nichts zu trinken Schatz. Und zu Essen bestimmt auch nichts. Aber wie wäre es mit einer Gesichts und Haarmaske oder auch Ganzkörpersalbung mein Liebling?”

„Wenn Du mich so lieb fragst Liebling, dann hätte ich gern den ganzen Körper mit edler Creme eingerieben.”

„Das kann ich gerne tun Welche Creme hättest Du denn gern? Anna oder Anja?”

„Du hast noch mehr dabei?”

„Ja, aber nur jeweils 2 Tüten von meinen beiden.”

„Dann hätte ich gerne die Creme von Anna. Und spare nicht damit Liebste.”

„Eine gute Wahl liebste Prinzessin. Ich werde mich sofort an die Arbeit machen. Wo soll ich beginnen?”

„An den Füßen liebste Königin. Ich werde mich erst setzen wenn mein ganzer Körper von Dir gesalbt wurde. Und bitte las Dir Zeit.”

„Das werde ich bestimmt liebste Prinzessin.”

Und das tat ich auch. Eine hauchdünne Schicht Scheiße nur auf die Beine dauerte fast eine Stunde. Ihre Fotze war so Nass das der Kaviar immer weggespült wurde.

Für den Rest hatte ich auch noch über eine Stunde gebraucht. Nach fast drei Stunden oder 3 heftigen Orgasmen von ihr, war ich fertig.

Kein Flecken weiße Haut war zu sehen. Gesicht und Haare waren besonders dick eingeschmiert.

Und das selbe Vergnügen escort anadolu yakası erwartet jetzt mich. Meine Fotze wollte gar nicht mehr trocknen so stark lief ich aus. Und als dann noch der geile Gestank von der Scheiße meiner Tochter mir in die Nase stieg war es vorbei mit meiner Selbstbeherrschung.

Ich schrie meinen ersten Orgasmus hinaus obwohl meine Fotze gar nicht berührt wurde, so machte mich der Duft meiner Tochter an.

Auch Meli war ganz erstaunt, verstand aber schnell als ich ihr alles erklärte. Danach intensivierte sie ihre Bemühungen noch es mir so schön wie möglich zu machen.

Ich war wie in einem Rausch gefangen. Egal wo und wie sie mich berührte…. Ich kann es nicht beschreiben.

Waren es die Berührungen von Meli oder der Kaviar-Duft von Anja? Ich kann es nicht erklären.

Ich glaube aber das es der Kaviar meiner Tochter war, ich glaube einen Engeren Kontakt kann man mit seinem Kind nicht eingehen. Doch, einen gibt ‘s noch wenn etwas übrig bleibt werde ich meine Tochter noch Essen. Das ist dann die vollkommene Vereinigung.

Aber noch waren wir nicht so weit. Noch Massierte Meli meine Titten, meine Arme und Hände. Jetzt Hals und Schulter. Mein nächster Orgasmus.

Jetzt umdrehen und Rücken und Haare Machen. Schön Dick in die Haare geschmiert. Meine blonden Haare waren komplett Braun. Ich zwang mich nicht zu kommen.

Für mein Gesicht nahm Meli eine Extra große Portion Kaviar meiner Tochter und verschmierte alles ganz langsam, nur das es kein Schnee war. Da auch die Augen und dem Mund dick verkleistert war konnte ich sie nicht öffnen.

Erst nachdem Meli ein bisschen was auf die Seite tat konnte ich wieder sehen. Und auch reden. Aber ich konnte meine Geilheit nicht in Worte fassen.

Ich konnte nur noch jammern, heulen, stöhnen und schreien. Und dann wurde ich von einer Ohnmacht erlöst bevor ich vielleicht in den Wahnsinn trieb.

Ich glaube ich war sehr lange weg. Weil als ich zu mir kam war es fast Dunkel.

„Was ist passiert Meli? Mir fehlt jede Erinnerung ab dem Moment als Du meine Titten eingeschmiert hast.”

Sie erzählte es mir in aller Ruhe und sagte das ich fast eine Stunde weg war. Als ich wieder zu mir kam lag mein Kopf in ihrem Schoss.

„Ist noch was da von Anjas Kaviar?”

„Ja Schatz. Dann las ihn uns mischen mit Annas Kaviar und zusammen Essen. Sozusagen als Abendessen Liebling. Etwas anderes möchte ich heute nicht mehr. Vielleicht noch einen Guten Tropfen Meli-Sekt und dann schlafen.”

„Dann möchte ich nach dem Essen aber auch noch ein bisschen Tanja-Sekt.”

Wir aßen noch gut ein Kilo Kaviar bevor wir uns gesättigt auf das noch immer warme Moos legten und uns mit der Picknick-Decke zudeckten.

So dreckig wollten wir nicht in den Bunker. Aber waschen wollten wir uns auch nicht. Und so schliefen wir dann auch ein.

Ich erwachte mit einem Wahnsinnigen Druck auf der Blase und wollte gerade Meli wecken als ich bemerkte das sie schon wach war.

„Ich hab Dich beim schlafen beobachtet. Auch wenn Du mit cm Scheiße bedeckt bist, sieht es süß aus wenn Du schläfst.”

„Ich muss dringen Pissen Schatz. Sei mein Klo, wie versprochen.”

„Gern Liebling,” und legte sich zwischen meine Beine.

Ich lies sofort alles laufen, länger konnte ich es nicht halten. Und tatsächlich schluckte sie meine Dunkelgelbe Pisse ohne zu murren oder das Gesicht zu verziehen.

Als ich leer war kam sie hoch und küsste mich. Dabei gab sie mir noch ein klein wenig meiner Morgen-Pisse. Bitter aber Lecker.

„Und jetzt ich meine Königin.”

„Ja gern, ich freue mich auf die dunkle Prinzessinnen-Pisse. Gib mir alles Du Stinke-Fotze.”

„Nichts lieber als das.”

Ich saugte mich mit weit geöffneten Mund an ihrer übel riechenden Fotze mit Genuss fest und nahm ihren Dunklen Saft auf. Es ist immer wieder herrlich meine Frau zu trinken.

Ich will nie genug davon haben. Ich will sie auch so oft es geht auch Essen. Nach dem Speziellen Tag.

„Sooo. Den Durst haben wir gelöscht. Lust auf was zu Essen Schatz?”

„Ja gern. Was ist denn noch übrig von gestern?”

Ich schaute in den Korb und zeigte es ihr.

„Na dann würde ich sagen das wir das jetzt Futtern. Für große Königinnen muss ich noch nicht. Das spare ich mir fürs Mittagessen auf. Was meinst Du liebste Frau?”

„Sehr escort istanbul gern liebste Frau. Mir läuft bei dem Gedanken schon das Wasser in Mund und in der Fotze zusammen.”

„Dann las uns langsam losgehen Liebste. Halt. Erst noch die Tür tarnen. Obwohl. Sieht gut aus so wie es ist.

„Also Scheiße Prinzessin die Erste, los geht ‘s.”

„Ja Kaviar Königin die Erste. Mögen Dein Arsch und Deine Fotze nie aufhören zu stinken. Ich Liebe Dich.”

„Ich Liebe Dich auch.”

„Bin gespannt ob wir es bis nach Hause schaffen heute, oder ob noch eine Überraschung auf uns wartet.”

„Kein Problem. Zu Essen und Trinken haben wir genug dabei.” Und streichelte sich lächelnd den Bauch.

„Und noch ein bisschen Wasser und Wein auch noch. Also bestens versorgt.”

„Gott, was sind wir doch für perverse Schweine. Das ist doch krank so was. Aber ich möchte es gar nicht anders haben. Nur wir zwei Liebling.

Hätte mir das jemand vor einem Jahr erzählt, den hätte ich ausgelacht. Aber heute? Ich möchte anders gar nicht mehr leben wollen. Aber nur mit meiner liebsten Frau.”

Und so liefen wir weiter, immer unsere Gedanken aussprechend, nichts im verborgenen lassend. Viel war Phantasie, aber vieles wollten wir auch noch Real erleben.

Aber wir sind ja noch Jung und können so viel verwirklichen. Und vor lauter reden und Planen haben wir gar nicht mitbekommen wie die Zeit vergangen ist. Wir waren kurz vor dem Häuschen angekommen. Also ist wohl bald Mittagessen angesagt.

Und ich hätte nichts dagegen. Ich spüre langsam einen Druck im Darm. Noch nicht unangenehm aber doch vorhanden. Ich fragte Meli wie es bei Ihr aussieht? Sie meinte auch das es demnächst raus sollte.

„Wie willst Du es Liebste?” fragte ich sie.

„Teller oder direkt von der Quelle?”

„Ich hätte es gern vom Teller. Jeder bissen soll ein Genuss werden.”

„So will ich es auch von Dir Liebling.”

„Dann los.”

Wir nahmen 2 Pappteller und legten sie unter unsere Hintern. Dabei saßen wir uns gegenüber in die Hocke und küssten uns voller Liebe und Leidenschaft.

Wir rieben auch unsere Fotzen dabei und stöhnten unseren Orgasmus in den Mund der anderen. Als alles auf dem Teller war verklangen auch unsere Orgasmen.

Herrlich.

Und zum Schluss pissten wir noch in eine Schale um etwas zu trinken zu haben.

Also was da so auf dem Teller lag war nicht zu verachten. Auch der Haufen von Meli war nicht von schlechten Eltern. Naja, Wir waren ja auch schon gut 2 Tage nicht mehr für große Mädchen.

„Wie essen wir Schatz? Zivilisiert mit Messer und Gabel, oder wie die Tiere?”

„Wir können ja zivilisiert anfangen und uns dann in Tiere Verwandeln,” lachten wir…

„Dann gib mal Deinen Haufen rüber Liebling. Und hier haste meinen. Las es Dir schmecken.”

„Das werde ich. Aber was machen wir mit den harten ersten 10 cm?”

„Was hälst Du davon wenn wir die zur Seite tun und später wenn wir den Restlichen Weg heim laufen als Dildo in die Fotze schieben. Und dort bleiben sie bis wir zuhause sind.”

„Du bist und bleibst ein perverses Schwein mein Schatz. Ich hoffe Du bleibst so. Ich Liebe Dich.”

„Ich Liebe Dich au Tanja-Schatz. Und jetzt las uns Essen. Ich sterbe vor Hunger auf Dich.”

Das harte Stück schnitten wir beiderseits ab und legten es zur Seite. Der Rest (gut 500 Gramm) wurde von uns mit Genuss verspeist.

Dem geneigten Leser mag vielleicht schlecht werden bei diesen Gedanken Scheiße zu Essen.

Für uns ist es der Himmel auf Erden. Kein 5 Sterne Restaurant könnte uns jemals solch einen Genuss servieren.

Und wir wissen schon jetzt das wir diesen Fetisch bis an unser Lebensende haben werden. Genauso wie Pisse trinken. Oder eine blutende Fotze lecken. Auch Kotze ist für uns nichts schlimmes was wir nicht zu uns nehmen könnten.

Aber ich schweife ab.

Nach diesem köstlichen Mahl, teilten wir uns noch die Pisse aus der Schale und schliefen tief Entspannt auf dem Waldboden ein. Habe ich schon erwähnt das Nackt sein was schönes ist? Immer und fast überall. Ja? Na das werdet ihr noch öfters lesen.

Nach ca. 1 Stunde wurde ich durch irgend etwas wach. Zuerst bemerkte ich es gar nicht. War wohl zu weit weg im Traumland.

Ich glaubte ein leises Schmatzen zu hören aber aus meiner und Melis Fotze, wie soll das denn bitteschön gehen? Auch Meli verstand escort avrupa yakası das wohl nicht. War wohl auch noch nicht ganz da.

„Na Mama, so schlimm im Kaviar Rausch?” Lachte sie.

„Nein mein freches Gör. Im schönen Traumland.

Hay mein kleiner Liebling. Komm her und Küss Deine Mutter. Und Du Anna kümmere Dich um Meli.”

„Ihr 2 seit ganz üble Schweine. Ihr stinkt 10m gegen den Wind. Alle Wildtiere in eurer Nähe verkrümeln sich vor eurem Gestank.”

„Na sooo schlimm ist UNSER Gestank nun doch nicht, oder Meli”

„Nein.”

„Der Kaviar auf meiner Haut ist von Dir meine Tochter und Meli hat den von Anna an sich.”

„Deshalb kommt mir der Geschmack bekannt vor,” sagte Anja.

Das selbe bestätigte auch Anna.

„Na, da jetzt alle Klarheiten beseitigt sind. Bekommen wir jetzt endlich unseren Kuss ihr 2 kleinen Schweinchen?”

„Aber natürlich,” rief Anna.

„Ich hab Dich so vermisst Mama. Auch wenn ich wusste wo Du warst. Es geht mir nicht um Dauersex mit Dir oder so. Mir ist es nur wichtig Dich in meiner Nähe zu wissen.”

„Ich hab Dich auch vermisst meine Kleine.”

„Aber gestern warst Du ganz nah bei mir (bist es eigentlich immer noch), als Meli mich gestern mit Dir eingeschmiert hat.

Solche Orgasmen hatte ich mein ganzes Leben noch nicht. Mir war als wäre ich eine direkte Verbindung mit Dir eingegangen als Deine Scheiße meinen Körper komplett bedeckte.”

„Soso,” grinste Anja frech.

„Geile Orgasmen! Dann habe ich gestern Abend als es ganz still war doch was gehört. Hörte sich an als wenn meine Mutter abgestochen wird. Nur auf eine besonders Geile Art,” grinst sie weiter

„Ja, ganz leise, nur ein Hauch, aber da wusste ich das es Dir gut geht und Du Glücklich mit Deiner Frau bist.”

„Ja Anja, das bin ich, jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr.

Und wenn alles klappt werden Meli und ich übernächste Woche Heiraten. Aber das ist erst sicher wenn die Scheidung mit ihrem Alten durch ist. Also ist diese Ankündigung noch als Geheim einzustufen. Und das gilt für alle Schweine hier,” lache ich.

„Ach, das wisst ihr ja noch gar nicht,” sagte Anja plötzlich.

„Meli, Dein Ex wandert wohl für viele Jahre hinter Gittern. Und nicht nur Er. Da ist wohl eine größere Lawine losgetreten worden. Immer mehr Leute melden sich und zeigen Deinen Ex an.

Im Radio kam gestern was. Und wenn das stimmt was ich da gehört habe wird er wohl für den Rest seines lumpigen Lebens nur noch gesiebte Luft Atmen.

Und dem Staat Schuldet er auch noch einiges an Steuern, was irgendwo auf Schwarzgeldkonten lagern muss, aber die Behörden nicht ran kommen weil sie nicht Wissen wo und wie viel.

Aber es sickerte auch durch das wenn alles seinen gerechten Gang geht seine Ex-Frau dann eine gemachte Millionärin ist.”

Jubel brach unter uns 4 Schweinen aus. Zuerst. Aber als ich mir das alles noch einmal durch den Kopf gehen lies wurde ich Todtraurig und fing an hemmungslos zu Weinen.

Meli nahm mich in die Arme und fragte mich was los sei. Ich stammelte irgendwas von Geld… reiche Frau… mich verlassen… der Rest ging in Verzweiflung unter.

„Hey Schatz. Schau mich mal an. Wie kommst Du darauf das ich Dich verlassen werde? Wegen des Geldes etwa? Glaubst Du etwa das meine Gefühle für Dich verlöschen nur weil ich Millionärin bin?

Und außerdem habe ich noch nichts schriftliches in der Hand. Ich habe immer Gesagt das ich Deine Frau werde. Und Du die Meinige. Und jetzt erst recht. Übernächste Woche ist Hochzeit. Komme was wolle.

Und jetzt hör auf zu flennen sonst werde ich doch noch Sauer.”

„Ich weine doch gar nicht. Das sind Glücks Tränen, sorry. Und sorry das ich an Deiner Liebe gezweifelt habe. So eine Dummheit mache ich nie wieder Liebes. Ich LIEBE Dich.”

„Und Ich LIEBE Dich mein Dummerchen.”

„Und jetzt ab nach Hause ihr Stinktiere. Bevor uns ein Jäger wegen Luftverschmutzung aufhält und Zwangs badet,” lachte sie.

„Tanja-Schatz, hast Du nichts vergessen einzuführen?”

„Oh stimmt. Danke mein Liebling.”

„Was habt ihr da in euren Stinke-Fotzen?”

„Jeweils einen Kaviar-Dildo mein Kind.”

„Na dann werdet ihr wohl die Gewinnerinnen unseres Wettbewerbs, den wir gestern nicht durchgeführt habe weil die zwei wichtigsten Schweine gefehlt haben, lach.”

„Ich hätte jetzt nicht gedacht das ihr auf uns wartet. Ist aber sehr lieb von euch.”

„Na dann starten wir doch heute Abend den Wettbewerb. Nur wer macht Duftrichterin?”

„Sonja hat sich freiwillig gemeldet sie hat die Nase mit der meisten Erfahrung und riecht am wenigsten.”

„Dann ist das also auch geklärt, ich freue mich schon wie die Sau, im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, lach.”

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Another beautiful day thought Cindy as she lay on the pool chair. A nice day to catch a tan under the warm Florida sun. It was the summer after high school and she was enjoying a much needed break. Nothing could compare to relaxing in her parents back yard by the pool. She had on her pink bikini outlined in white and long blonde hair flowing down her back. The warm sun beat down as she lay in a peaceful bliss. She was 18, school was finally over and soon enough she would be going to college. She couldn’t wait to get away from her parents and annoying brother Josh. “Oh Lord, why did I have to think of him” she thought.

The beautiful Cindy had no idea her 21 year old brother Josh was watching out the window of his second story bedroom. While he never would have considered taking advantage of his sister she was quite beautiful. He watched as she roll over to tan her front. Her small but perky B cup and petite body soaking under the sun. Suddenly, the annoying brother had an idea to torment his little sister. What Cindy thought was a peaceful day is soon to be interrupted by her mischievous brother.

“ahhh, such a great day” Cindy thinks while her eyes are closed and she catches a tan. Then she feels a set of hands under her and screams. “Oh my god Josh! Put me down you asshole!” Within a moment she realizes he has tossed her in the air and she is about to land in the pool. She rises from the water screaming “Mom!”

Their mother comes running out and ask “what’s wrong dear?” Cindy tells her how Josh just violated her space by throwing her in the pool. “how dare he do this when I’m just sitting out here and trying to catch a tan.”

Relax dear, and you kids try and get along said their mother. Little did she know how well they would be getting along later that night.

Josh watched as his sister climbed out of the pool and gave him a dangerous look. She slowly walked up to him and gave him a slap across the face. Josh looked down at her with a smug smile and laughed. He looked on at his accomplishment as she went to grab her towel and glared at him with her piercing blue eyes before storming off into the house.

Cindy walked into the house boiling with frustration and saw her mother in the kitchen. “Can you believe the nerve of him”. Her mother looked at her with a smile and said “he’s just trying to tease you sweetie. If you just ignore him I’m sure he will leave you alone. Why don’t you go get a shower and relax. Your father and I are going to dinner tonight and won’t be back until late.” As if things couldn’t get any worse she was now going to be left alone with him tonight. Oh well, at least she could enjoy her shower in peace. On her way upstairs to the shower her mom shouted “money is on the table for ordering dinner. Your father and I will probably be gone before you’re finished.

After heading upstairs and entering the bathroom Cindy took off he bikini and began her nice relaxing shower. While the water ran down her she began to think of her boyfriend Zach. If only he wasn’t working tonight she would go visit him later so she wouldn’t be stuck at home with her douche of a brother Josh. Letting all thoughts of that pesky brother slip away she thought about her loving boyfriend of 2 years. Her hands began to gently caress her body and slowly trailed from her small breast down to her sensitive clit. She began thinking of her boyfriend gently making love to her as she inserted two fingers into herself. Him on top of her slowly thrusting while they kiss and caress eachother. “Mmmm” she moaned while thinking of her loving boyfriend and gently pushing her fingers inside.

A while after tormenting his sister Josh had finally gone back inside. He noticed his mother getting her purse and ask if they were heading out. She looked at him and said “your father and I are going to dinner. We wont be back until late but left money for food. Also, your sister went to take a shower, try and be nice.” As the door closed and the car drove off Josh knew he had all night to torment his little sister. He knew just bilecik escort how to begin, and that was by flushing the bathroom toilet to give her a blast of hot water.

He slowly walked upstairs and cracked open the door where his sister was taking a shower. Sneaking quietly over to the toilet he flushed and went to run out. Josh heard a scream and then slipped on the floor. He looked up to see his sister had jumped out of the shower and was looking at him angrily. “JOSSHHH!” she screamed while grabbing her towel to cover herself. “Get the fuck out!” she said with her towel around her and finger pointed towards the door. He had not expected this turn of events and the site of his sister nude before grabbing a towel made him notice he was getting aroused. Embarrassed, but also proud of his prank he got up and left the bathroom.

Cindy was furious, she walked across the hall to her bedroom and took a deep breath. “alright, it’s just a few hours” she thought as she went to pick out a nightgown. She pulled her favorite purple nightgown out of the dresser drawer and slipped it over her petite body. It had thin straps over the shoulders and was short but comfortable. She looked into the mirror and pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail. After getting herself together she decided to take a moment and relax in her room. If only Zach wasn’t working tonight she would be away from her annoying brother.

Josh sat on the sofa in the living room thinking of the events that just unfolded. He knew his sister was attractive but had never thought of her in a naughty way until seeing her jump out of the shower. He knew it was wrong but the thoughts kept creeping in. He decided to go into the kitchen and grab a beer before calling to order pizza with the money his parents left for them. After knocking back a few drinks Josh came to an important decision. He knew it was wrong, but after years of tormenting her Josh was going seduce his sister. It was at that moment his plan which would change everything began to unfold. Knowing it could ruin his relationship with the family he had to try.

As Josh relaxed and began to imagine his little sister with her legs wrapped around his waist when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. Ah, pizza must be here he thought and then headed towards the door. After paying and placing the pizza on the kitchen table he walked upstairs and knocked on the door to Cindy’s room. “Hey sis, dinners here if ya’ want some.”

“Son of a bitch” thought Cindy. Now she would have to be around her annoying brother if she wanted something to eat. Just the thought of him got her angry after the stunt he pulled on her in the shower. Cindy got off her bed and stood in front of the mirror before taking a deep breath and heading downstairs. As she entered the kitchen and saw Josh she gave him a dangerous look that said she was not to be messed with.

Josh invited her to watch some TV and she looked at him suspiciously. He promised not to play anymore pranks so she hesitantly agreed. As they sat in the living room and finished their dinner Cindy began to relax thinking perhaps her brother had finished tormenting her for the night. After a long stressful day Cindy began to doze off. Before she could fall asleep though she felt a hand around her massaging her shoulder. “what are you doing?” she asked. To her surprise Josh said he felt bad about the bathroom prank and thought he owed her. “You seem tense, let me make it up to you.”

She was still annoyed about the bathroom incident but a massage did sound nice so she wasn’t going to complain. Cindy turned her back towards him on the sofa so he could massage with both hands. She had so much tension and it was nice to have both his hands relieving some between her shoulders and neck. Cindy thought to herself that this was not like Josh and wondered if he was setting her up for another one of his pranks. Either way though, she let her suspicions slide and enjoyed the much needed relaxation that came from his massage.

Josh manisa escort continued to massage his beautiful sister as he slowly moved down to her lower back. A slight “mmmm” passed her lips as he continued to relieve her tension. Cindy had no suspicions of her brothers intentions as she thought “I could get used to this, wish he would feel guilty more often.” Josh asked her to lay on her stomach so he could give her a better massage and she did. He continued to rub all down the back through her purple nightgown and then up between her shoulders and neck. He carefully moved the straps from her nightgown to the side and began to massage her bare skin where the fabric had previously been.

After continuing to massage his sister Josh was ready for the next step. He offered to get the bottle of massage oil from his room to give her a real massage. Cindy was still surprised at how her brother was acting but had no suspicions. Josh told her to follow him to his room and he would lay some towels on the bed to avoid making a mess with the oil.

Once the towels were layed down Josh told her she should probably take off her nightgown so it wouldn’t get ruined. This got Cindys attention and she said “What the fuck Josh! That’s weird, I’m not taking off my nightgown in front of you.” Her brother replied by saying “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you’re my sister”. She thought he had a good point so Cindy took off her nightgown and lay on the towels in her matching purple bra and panties.

Josh kneel beside her on the bed and began applying the massage oil. Once again gently rubbing up her back, shoulders, and neck. She let out a soft moan of relief as she began to release all her tension. Josh also moved to rub her arms and then legs ever so carefully. He then moved from kneeling next to her and straddled his legs over her bottom. More deeply he began to massage up and down her back as she let out a small moan.

In the time their parents had been gone he had managed to give her a massage, get her in his bed, and get her out of that pesky nightgown. This was going well for Josh and he was getting confident that soon enough his sexy little sister would have him buried between her legs.

He continued the massage and growing more bold ran his fingers across the side of her small breast. She gasp but didn’t complain so he continued teasing. Slowly moving his hands back up he unsnapped the clasp to her bra. This brought Cindy somewhat back to her senses as she said “We shouldn’t be doing this”. Josh began to move his hands up and down her back as she let out another soft moan. He then worked his fingers back down to the sides of her breast before cupping them and giving her a soft kiss on the neck. He then pulled her up while massaging her breast and softly kissing her neck.

“we can’t” she protested weakly.

Josh removed his shirt and pressed his skin against hers as he moved his hands to gently massage her breast. As he sat with his legs straddled and her back against him something hard through his jeans. This was getting out of hand she thought but didn’t want it to stop. He slowly began moving a hand down her side and slid down into her panties finding her moist slit. “So wrong” she whispered as he began to massage her wanting pussy. She then felt two fingers slide in and let out a moan.

“Oh god Josh, what are you doing?”

Josh looked down at his horny little sister while thrusting his fingers in her and whispered “Just taking care of my little sis”.

“mmmfuck, we shouldn’t be doing this. So wrong… so good. our parents.. could be home any minute.. ummmfuck don’t stop. Ah shit, right there Josh.”

Cindy turned her head around towards her brother and he kissed her deeply. Their tongues dancing back and forth as he continued to thrust his finger inside her. She turned to face him after breaking the kiss and josh placed a hand on the back of her head. They looked deeply into eachothers eyes before kissing again in wild lust. mersin escort Cindy began to slowly kiss down his chest and then began removing his jeans and boxers.

His cock at about 7 inches and wide was much bigger than her boyfriend. Cindy took him into her soft hands and began to stroke him. She gave him a soft kiss on the lips before kissing down his chest. She then gently placed her mouth around his cock. Cindy slowly moved her head up and down with her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Josh took hold of her blonde ponytail as he watched his gorgeous sister give him a workout and taking his length between her lips. If she kept on like this he would cum too soon and Josh had other planed for his sexy little sister.

He pulled her up with his hand still wrapped around her ponytail and kissed her hard. With one hand on her waist and his naked body pressed against hers. The only thing standing between them was the thin pair of purple panties. Josh lay her down while kissing passionately as their groins grind against eachother in excitement. Josh broke the kiss and began to kiss down he neck and down to her breast.

“mmm, we shouldn’t… we shouldn’t Josh. Oh God, so good but.. we can’t have sex. I’m your sister, I love my UHH boyfriend Oh, uhhmph.. soo good.”

Josh continued to trail kisses down her body before placing her legs over his shoulders and moving her panties aside. He began to lick her honey pot as she let out a moan of pleasure. She found her hand soon grabbing the back of her brothers head as he buried his face between her legs. The sexy little sister could feel herself preparing for orgasm.

“OH MY FUCK JOSH! DON’T STOP, OH GOD KEEP DOING THAT. YOU’RE GONNA MAKE YOUR SISTER CUMMM! SO WRONG, SO HOT! OH SHIT, I’M CUMMING!”

Cindys body shook in orgasm as her brother finished the attack on her pussy. He began kissing up he body before looking into her lustful eyes. He began to run his cock along her slit as she looked at him unsure but wanting. “Tell me what you want” he said looking down at her. “Do it” she said looking up at him. With that he began to enter her with a few slow strokes until she took all of his length. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he began thrusting faster into her. So tight, she felt amazing as she took him in and out of her dripping pussy.

“Ohhh Fuck, you feel so good Josh. mmmfuck… you fuck so much better than my boyfriend! Ohmigod.. mmmmm, yes. Keep fucking me Josh Oh god, keep fucking your little sister. So good, ohhh.. so wrong.Don’t stop, ahh…”

Talking about her boyfriend while getting pounded into the bed turned both siblings on even more. Josh began to pound into his tight little sister even harder. He legs bouncing off his ass as he pound her with all his force into the bed.

“Ohh GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME JOSH… MAKE YOUR SISTER CUM! DON’T STOP, MMMM FUCK ME! DON’T EVER STOP! AH FUCK YESSSS! UHMM FUCK ME! SO MUCH BETTER THAN ZACH… AGHH YESS, AH OMIGOD YES FUCK ME! OH GOD CUMMING!

Cindy was lost in lust and any thoughts of guilt for cheating on her boyfriend and fucking her brother did not exist in the moment. After another wonderful orgasm Josh had her turn around on her hands and knees. He once again entered her tight pussy and held on to her hips while thrusting deep and hard. Their parents would be home soon so he had to finish this up. He began thrusting his length into his sister fast and hard. Then he reached with one hand to grab her ponytail while he continued the relentless assault on his sisters unprotected pussy.

FUCK ME JOSH, OH SHIT KEEP FUCKING ME… TAKE YOUR LITTLE SISTER! OH GOD SO WORNG BUT SOOO GOOD… UMMMMM FUCK YESSS FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTER! FUCK ME BETTER THAN ZACH EVER COULD!

OH GOD, FUCK ME WHENEVER MOM AND DAD AREN’T HOME… I’M YOURS. OMIGOD FUCK YOU BETTER CUMM BEFORE THEY GET HOME! MFUCK YEA CUMM INSIDE ME!

Josh felt himself ready to explode at those words as he released his seed deep inside his sisters unprotected pussy. Cindy let out a final orgasmic scream as she felt her brother shoot inside of her. Pumping her tight little pussy full of cum she knew he was filling her up. Once he pulled out Cindy could felt his cum dripping down her legs.

She knew it was wrong, her own brother may have just gotten her pregnant. In the moment though Cindy could not seem to care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom just wasn’t into it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

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

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

“Some,” he admitted. “Yeah, I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did mom ever find out about Shirley?”

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

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

Suddenly I noticed what time it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, not especially,” he said.

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

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

“Want to see it, dad?”

“Bu– but– ” he stammered.

“But what?”

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

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

I tossed away the magazine.

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

He was still stunned to silence.

“That okay?” I said, standing there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, babe, where are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 11: Lydia’s Day Part 01

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

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Ophelia.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Long enough… Where have you been?’

‘What do you mean, long enough, dad?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Please don’t.’ I insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘A real professor of logic;’ Lydia confessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘So you know I’m not lying.’

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

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

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

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

‘Thanks dad, you’re right.’

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

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

‘Yes dear.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stuck his tongue out.

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

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

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

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

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

She lowered her hand.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yes.” Hissed her dad reluctantly.

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

“Now for that stiffness…”

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

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

Her mouth was salivating now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No no no!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want anything to drink?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighed audibly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sudden thought shook him out of his reverie.

“Oh, shit. What time is it?”

“Uhhh… six-fifteen?”

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

“Good way to lose weight though, eh?”

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

He peeled himself off the couch and stood wearily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did that make her a slut?

No, sluts get laid.

And that was, what, last fall?

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

She angled her leg to catch more of the breeze.

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

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

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

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

A weak smile creeped over her face.

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

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

She laughed at her pathetic situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that Will?”

A bleary-eyed form stumbled in from the hallway.

“Yeah. He just left.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam’s thoughts were still lingering on her frustration.

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

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

A pillow flew across the room and nearly hit Vickie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam lifted herself up to a sitting position.

“Vickie, what do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vickie hadn’t cut her hair since then.

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

Sam chuckled.

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

Vickie immediately regretted it.

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

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

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

“Pigs don’t sweat.”

“What?”

“Pigs don’t sweat. They wallow.”

“They wallow.”

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

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

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

“You really think my boobs are okay?”

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

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

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

Vickie felt Sam’s finger’s tense slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” he said as mildly as he could.

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

“Would you mind if I sat down?”

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

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

Othelia swallowed hard and nodded.

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

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

“What about you? What do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am, and she is. Aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

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

“I wouldn’t forget.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Othelia.”

“Do we kiss first?”

“I’d like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad.”

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

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

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

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

“Do you like that?” he asked.

She hitched in a breath and nodded.

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

Her cheeks were blushed pink, but she nodded again.

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

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

“That feels nice,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Othelia … it’s time.”

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

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

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

“I’m ready.”

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

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

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