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I woke to bright sunlight. I wasn’t usually a late sleeper and I felt disoriented. The apartment was quiet but there was a sound. Auntie! She was masturbating again! It sounded so wet, like those crazed porn girls who go wild on their own pussies! I was already in my sweatpants so I leapt out of bed to investigate, expecting to find her naked, her legs spread wide, her hand furiously rubbing through a sloppy, squirting orgasm.

“Hi, slugger. Sleep well?”

Auntie was at the sink, hand washing her soiled dress. I decided I’d been watching too much porn.

“Yeah, I slept crazy good,” I said. I sat down at the table and watched her. She smiled at me sweetly. “Does it wash out okay?” I asked.

“Oh, sure, sweetheart,” she said reassuringly. “It’s not the first time. If I had a nickel…”

Curiosity furrowed my brow, but Auntie didn’t notice. I wondered just how much cum she’d wiped up with that delightful peasant dress, the one that barely contained her big tits. She squeezed the rinse water out of it and hung it out on the fire escape. A fresh sea-breeze caught it and fluttered it like a flag.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the morning and do some sketching,” she said. “You’ll probably think this if funny, but I’ve done some of my best work after a nice night of sex.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. It stimulates good stuff. It’s not just about your pecker. It’s about your mind.” She tapped the side of her head with her finger for emphasis. I smiled at my sexy aunt. I realized she was a sexual guru, in a way, with much to teach me.

“Want to go downstairs and look at the work from last night?” she asked. “I’m dying to see it all with fresh eyes.”

I nodded and followed her, down the back stairs. She wore a flesh colored bra, and had tights on legs, charcoal gray with a subtle diamond pattern. I’d seen her in them before a couple of times, but I guess I’d never followed her. The ass wiggle in those tights was nothing sort of extraordinary. The kind of sight you want to bottle up and save for a cold winter night.

She opened up the flat file and started pulling out drawings. The work table was littered with renderings of my hard cock. Some seemed exaggerated, but Auntie said no, that’s how I look to a woman. She said the more desirous the woman is, the bigger they draw it. It’s a subtle thing, not like a caricature, and she said a drawing isn’t unreal if that’s how the artist sees. It made some sense to me, maybe because I was hungry. If what she said was true, Ginette and Dina and Celine were the most desirous, at least on that night. I was pretty sure they were the three oldest, too.

“Which one’s Maria’s,” I asked.

Auntie smiled. “She almost made you cum, didn’t she. I saw her eyes.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little as I thought of it. It was a moment that seemed dangerous at the time, teetering on the edge of messy embarrassment as I stared into Maria’s darkly magic eyes. I don’t know what I was thinking, that close to spurting cum in front of near strangers, maybe even on near strangers. I guess I wasn’t thinking at all.

“You could have, you know,” Auntie said. “I wouldn’t have minded. I’m pretty sure the girls would have sorta liked it, too.” She thought for a moment and chuckled. “God, that gusher you unleashed for me! I’d be willing to bet most of them have never seen that before. Are you always…so full?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess.”

“Did your girlfriend let you cum in her mouth?”

“Not really,” I said. “She wasn’t, like, afraid of it, but she’d just do it a little when it was almost over.”

“Just a taste, huh? So nobody’s ever drank you? Like a protein shake?”

Auntie’s face looked happy and relaxed. I didn’t know how to answer. Our conversations had become deeply sexual and it felt almost normal. I liked it.

We looked at the drawings some more. “This one’s good,” she said. “Phoebe. She’s got real talent. Look at how she triangulated those opposite corners. She’s got good instincts.”

Phoebe’s drawing was one of three that included my hand. She had it down near the base of my cock, with lot’s of me extending out of it. My shaft looked solid and meaty. It was a nice drawing.

“We all talked about you, you know, after you went up last night,” Auntie said. “I asked them how far they want to go, you know, erotic wise, and there was a unanimous vote to let it go where it wants to go. That gives you a whole lot of freedom.”

“What kind of freedom?”

“Well, say, if you want to show Maria that hot load of cum that she can magically force out of you with her eyes.” Auntie paused and I didn’t say anything. “Is that terrible?” she asked. “Am I terrible?”

“No!” I said. “You’re crazy, but you’re not terrible.”

Auntie’s mouth curled into an odd little smile. “We all decided that real erotic art should have two people. That was Celine’s idea, but we all agreed.”

“Two models? Who else would you get?”

“It would have to be me. It’s just…something to think about.”

“You wouldn’t be able to teach.”

“I’d be able to,” Auntie bahçelievler escort said. “We’d take breaks and I could walk around. I think it would work. Totally up to you, though. If it’s too weird, with me being your aunt and everything…”

“Wouldn’t they think it was weird?”

“I already mentioned the possibility and they all looked happy about it. I think seeing you look more natural has them all intrigued.”

“Was it a bad pose last night? I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“That’s why a partner helps,” she said. “Then it can be just normal sexy couple poses. Simulated sex.”

“Simulated.”

“Yeah, silly! I’m not gonna fuck you in front of everyone!”

The way she said it made me wonder if she wanted to fuck me where we couldn’t be seen. Alone. Just the two of us. But that seemed crazy. My stupid horny mind was running away with itself again, imagining unimaginable thoughts. I quickly thought about what she was proposing and came to the conclusion it was the only way I’d be able to touch her the way I wanted to. Depending on the pose, I might be able to have my hands on Auntie. Naked Auntie. I’d be able to feel her softness the way that I craved, and doing it in front of the class would make it acceptable.

“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, I guess it sounds all right.”

Auntie looked happy. “Really? Oh, they’ll be thrilled! We all talked about keeping this really quiet, though, okay? If you make any friends in town, or anywhere, mum’s the word. If you’re talking to anybody but the girls or me, you’re not involved in the class at all, okay?”

“Oh, sure, Yeah. I wouldn’t ever say anything.”

—

I saw Celine when I was out sketching. I was on the fisherman’s wharf, a paved parking lot that extends into the harbor, right in the middle of town. It’s a place that bustles with activity when the fishing boats are coming in or going out, with trucks unloading and loading equipment and fish, and at night its perimeter is lined with the village’s fishing fleet. In the middle of the day, though, it’s often deserted, mostly used by tourists as a parking lot for when they browse in the galleries and walk around town taking pictures with their phones. When Celine happened by I was sitting on a guardrail at the edge of the wharf, sketching a Ferrari.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Ferrari. F12 Berlinetta. Pretty rare.”

“You know about them?”

“I’m taking Automotive Design at school. I read the magazines.”

“You’d look good in it.”

“You could come with me,” I said. “You could ride for a while.”

I felt as if I’d been hit with a hammer after saying the words. It was a pretty good line of flirting, the best I’d come up with so far in my young life, and I immediately felt it’s power. Celine didn’t answer with words, just with a shy smile. As I sketched, I glanced at her as much as I could without being too obvious. I pictured her breasts, of course, because I’d seen them, drawn in charcoal on cream-colored paper, seven renderings of them, so I knew what I was picturing was real. Pretty mounds the size of a half a grapefruit, with a deep crease along the bottom where they meet the body. All the women had drawn barely-there nipples, so I pictured them, too; delicate little things that I imagined were ticklish.

I could tell Celine was thinking about my cock, because I saw her glancing there, at my crotch. None of the women had seen me in my normal state, when my cock is nothing more than a penis, three inches long and marshmallow soft, so maybe she was wondering how my hard one would even fit in my pants.

Celine was very respectful of my sketching, not talking, just sitting with me. We listened to gulls and watched a local Osprey swoop and soar and dive for a fish. I sketched the dark red car, but Celine’s presence was strong. It felt comforting, in a way, knowing what we looked like underneath our clothes. Total strangers try to imagine, but we didn’t have to. We had knowledge, and it felt nice.

When I closed my sketchpad we talked about drawing, and the kind of art paper we preferred, and how we both liked trying to capture the moody feel of the rocky harbor. I told her I liked her idea, the one about having two models doing sexy poses at art class, and I told her Auntie — Pamela, I said — was going to pose with me on Tuesday. Celine was silent as I told her all that, her eyes showing her quiet excitement. I realized as I was saying it that it sort of locked me in, there was no backing out, but I think that’s why I was saying it. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be naked with my naked aunt, in front of those women, women who quietly gasped when they saw my erection, women whose eyes devoured me, women whose tits flashed into my mind when I met them around town, like I had x-ray vision.

Celine walked away, heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I watched the back of her as she walked outside the guardrail, right along the edge of the wharf, high up above the low-tide water. I imagined her ass and I wished I knew what bağcılar escort it really looked like, naked, without her bluejeans. She was in her mid forties, a little older than Auntie, but she had a walk that looked much younger than that.

—

It was a good week at the gallery. The man in the Ferrari, it turned out, was a customer of Auntie’s. He already owned one of her smaller paintings, and had driven up from his home in Boston to have a look at a large landscape she’d done, one he’d seen on her website. He purchased it on the spot, and we spent the next couple of days crating it and shipping it to him. Auntie was thrilled. She said a sale that big would keep her going for a whole year. It was an exaggeration, but it was a nice lucrative sale and an exciting day.

The big empty space on the gallery wall led to rearranging, and the week sped by with good energy. Evenings were spent on our own work and watching Netflix. There wasn’t much sexy talk.

Meredith and Abigail stopped by the gallery one day, wearing backpacks that had the handles of tennis rackets sticking out of the top. Both of the women looked sweaty and well exercised, smiling and happy. They’d been at the schoolyard, playing a set or two.

“They let you play when there’s school?” Auntie asked.

“Yeah, nobody uses those courts during the day,” Abigail said. “They’ve got a little tennis team, but they play after school. Meredith likes to get all sweaty and imagine the high school boys watching her from the windows.”

Meredith looked embarrassed. “I do not!” she said, glancing at me.

Auntie noticed her furtive glance and chuckled. “He’s only a year out, you know. Any boys at Toad Harbor High look like him, you think?”

I heard Meredith’s breath leave her, all in a rush. No air seemed to replace it and she went a little white. I wondered if she was thinking about me naked, the way I’d thought about her low-hanging tits when she walked in. They were all tucked into a bra for her tennis game, looking perky.

I thought about Abigail’s tits, too, but mostly it was her nipples that came to mind. They were so extended and long in all the drawings, it made me wonder if all the women were desirous of them and had all drawn them more exaggerated than they really are. I could see a little of their form pushing against her tennis shirt, but her bra was getting in the way of my curiosity.

Word had already spread about Auntie modeling with me on Tuesday, and Meredith and Abigail looked excited about it. Auntie did, too, all of them reminding me of adolescent girls trying to contain their enthusiasm when talking about their Saturday night dates.

Meredith had skin-tight shorts on for her tennis game, like bicycle shorts without the crotch padding, and I wondered if she wore them special for the boys looking out the window at the school. I’d be willing to bet she did, and I’m sure she took some attention away from some lessons. The male teachers probably lost their train of thought, too. Abigail’s ass wasn’t as clearly defined as Meredith’s, but it looked nice in her short white tennis shorts. Very nice. I had to give the nod to Meredith, but those look-like-they’re-painted-on shorts skewed the vote a little.

I was hanging a painting when they finished talking to Auntie, and both yelled “Bye, Jon!” to me as they left. I’m pretty sure they were giggling. I’m also pretty sure they envied the youthful high school girls that dated those boys they were showing off to at the tennis court, but there was something even more alluring about women in their early thirties who could pull off that kind of cute.

—

Tuesday happened with a kind of heaviness. Not the bad kind, more like stage fright. I’d never been to a life drawing class that had two models posing together, so I had nothing to go on as to what was expected. I worried I’d look like a dork, touching Auntie awkwardly, making the women — and especially Maria for some reason — think I knew nothing of eroticism, nothing of how to be with a sexy woman.

It was true, of course. Having one girlfriend, for a few months, even if she did like sex, did not instantly turn me into an experienced lover. I wanted to be one, and hoped to be one some day, but I had no illusions that I’d already made the grade.

Thankfully, the day went by swiftly, and my mind was often on other things. After a dinner of homemade macaroni and cheese, Auntie went in the storage room and returned with a fresh box of art class wine. “I think we should get a little head start, so we’re loose and not so nervous. Our first time might be a little…awkward…don’t you think?”

I nodded. “Pour me.”

Auntie smiled. She poured two glasses, took a big sip of hers and scurried off to her bedroom. She came back with something in her hand.

“So, you’re going to be nude, because you’re the main event, but I thought maybe I should wear panties, just so it’s not too x-rated, at least this first time. What do you think, the red or the black?”

Auntie held two wispy, lacy things ümraniye escort out in front of her, dangling them from her fingertips. They seemed minuscule. That’s when it really hit me that nearly every square inch of her would be at my disposal.

“Red,” I said.

“Good choice. We’ll go full monty another time. The girls should get a chance to draw a pussy, don’t you think?”

“It’s your call,” I said, taking a sip of wine.

“As long as you’re willing. We’re in this together.”

“Oh, I’m willing.”

Auntie eyed the smirk I couldn’t shake. She looked pleased. “Full monty it is, then. Next week. Tonight we’ll break the ice, get everybody used to things. They’re really a great group of girls, I think this is gonna be a lot of fun. And just so you know, that big boner of yours is part of the deal here. You’re not going to be embarrassed if I sort of…take charge of it, are you? I mean, that’s sort of the whole erotic couple’s pose point of things, right?”

“It’s your call. Pamela.”

Auntie grinned ear to ear and I took a big sip of wine. Her smile gets to me in a way that’s hard to describe.

“There’s a daybed in the storage room, under some boxes,” she said. “We need to carry it down and set it up where the posing stool is. I think it’ll fit.”

“What’s a daybed?”

“It’s a single size bed with a rail around three sides. You can put cushions up against it and make sort of a couch.”

“So we’re going to be…in bed together?”

“Not in, more on. Simulated sex, remember? I want your cock front and center tonight, though. So I thought maybe we could lie together with our legs tangled up and I’ll have it in my hand. That’d be a nice composition for them, with a lot of long lines for them to shade and shadow.”

I nodded. Auntie was in charge. I was just along for the very exciting ride.

—

The pre-class huddle around the box of wine seemed more lively than the first time. The women were used to me, I guess, and I’d gotten to know four of them, at least a little. I wanted to feel comfortable with all of them, so I chatted with Dina and Leah. They were old friends whose husbands work on a fishing boat that goes out for weeks at a time. They told me they keep busy with crafting and other things, Dina making beaded jewelry that she sells at a gallery down the road from Auntie’s, and Leah making jams and jellies and stitchery items that she sells in various places. I asked them if it was hard having their husbands gone for so long. They both said, no, not really, but their eyes told a different story. They both said Auntie and her art class was the best thing to happen to Toad Harbor in years; forever, maybe, now that I was part of it. They’re sweet women.

It was time to get things started. I noticed the wine drinking had been a little more hard core. The place was buzzing with energy. When all the women were at their work stations, and Auntie and I stepped toward the bed in our robes, the room went completely silent.

“Jesus, girls,” Auntie said. “A little chatter might help. I’m new at this, you know.”

“Batterrrrr up!” Meredith said.

There was laughter. Auntie liked it. “That’s it,” she said. “Keep it loose here, okay? Here goes nothin’.”

I’m sure everyone would have agreed that seeing Auntie unveil herself was far from nothing. She was stunning in so many ways. Curvy and hour-glassy and soft and titty and nipply, and red lacy down below. I started to get a little woozy looking at her, the wine buzzing me nicely. I’m sure I was looking at her more than a nephew should.

“Hey, the batter’s up!” Meredith said.

It was my cock, of course, obscenely tenting out my robe, and there was more laughter. It was different, a little nervous sounding.

“Well there we go,” Auntie said. “It’s erotic art, and our model is ready.”

Auntie nodded at me and I took off my robe.

There were whispered gasps like there were the week before, barely audible. My skin tingled from the attention, and my brain tingled, too.

“God. I’ll never get used to that,” Ginette said, staring at my full erection.

“Sure you will,” Auntie said to her. “You’ll be an old pro in a week or two.”

Auntie took my hand and smiled softly. We stepped onto the little stage and climbed onto the bed. A roomful of curious eyes were on us, wondering what we were going to do.

Auntie propped some pillows, on her knees, with her breasts hanging. I loved seeing them like that, but I was wishing I could see her ass in that position, barely covered by the tiny, flimsy, red lace panties. The women had that view, but I don’t know how many of them were focused on it.

Auntie lay me back against the pillows, posing me with my legs outstretched, and then she joined me, lying on her side on the opposite side of me from the women, leaning in against me. One of her legs bent at the knee and came to rest on mine, with the warmth of her thigh near my cock. My arm was around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her warm breasts were against me, the full weight of one of them resting on my lower chest. Her hand went to my cock and I heard whispered gasps from our audience when her fingers wrapped around it. She lifted it upright, like she was ready to give a handjob. I’d stayed pretty hard through the posing process, but suddenly I was harder. The last inch of my length only shows up when things are good. Every millimeter was there when she had me in her hand.

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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.

*

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 başakşehir escort teased.

‘I 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?’ küçükçekmece escort I asked.

‘O.K. dad, 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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*All characters in this fiction are over the age of 18. I as the author do not condone illegal sexual acts of any kind. This series contains stories with strong sexual content. If you have come across this story by accident, not on the Literotica website, and you are not comfortable with fictional erotic writings involving incest, lesbianism, or other possibly taboo topic than I strongly suggest you do not read further. Also I would like any and all feedback. This being my first submission to lit please let me know if you like it.

Part I

June is coming so fast. It seems like I just started high school yesterday and graduation is sprinting up to me. My name is Ashley and I obviously am a high school senior. When I graduate I am heading to college on the other side of the country. I was lucky that I managed to swim really well which led to a full ride, just not near home. I was a little worried at first but I realized it was a good chance for me to grow up…

“Wake up sis time to get ready, we have to leave in an hour.” “Damn it ” I mumbled to myself as my sister Megan yelled at me from the doorway to piss me off.

“Meg turn the shower on for me!” I yelled back in half awake daze but she ignored me as usual

Mom was on vacation with Casey my step dad in Florida. It seems like they are always gone now that Meg finally turned 18 we were both adults so what did they care. Next week was finals so we were going to be studying all week. I put in an all nighter last night and would have slept easily past first period maybe even second if Meg hadn’t yelled. I was the bookworm and Meg wasn’t. She had the boyfriends and all the fun. I didn’t. I stayed at home studying while she had fun with all her boy toys. She was super hot. We both were actually. I am not trying to be shallow but we got lucky I guess. She has shoulder length light brown hair with blond highlights. It matches her natural tanned five foot four inch frame perfectly. The thing that really stands out is her perfect tits. I didn’t think breasts could be that fantastic. I was attracted to her but not in an overtly got to break all the rules kind of way, but I noticed. Her tits were the most pert full sized B cups with the sexiest nipples. Don’t get me wrong her ass is great but those tits made all the girls jealous and all the boys hard. I on the other hand was the opposite. She was swimsuit model curvy and I had a swimmers body. Long and lean. I was about four inches taller than Meg. I had b cups also but on the smaller end. My legs were long and tone. My abs had to be my favorite part of my body. They are the part of my body I am most proud of. A lot of comments have always been made about my ass so I am guessing it is a good one.

Anyway, I had a few boyfriends but we never got far. I often had to resort to masturbating, unlike Meg who seemed to always be fucking. I could usually hear through our thin walls when one of her playthings would come over. I could constantly hear her begging to be fucked harder and saying the göztepe escort raunchiest things that instantly made me want to touch myself. If I wasn’t rubbing my clit to my sister cumming on a cock than I was stroking my pussy to porn. I love porn. I found Megs stash one day when I was 14 and masturbated ever since. I loved masturbating in the shower so I was looking forward to starting my day off cumming hard. I needed it.

I was not as comfortable as Meg was about being naked so I checked the hall like I was crossing the street and ran to the bathroom. I pushed the door open since it was cracked and stepped into the bathroom. I was confused at first but then it dawned on me Meg started the shower all right. Just not for me. Apparently she loved playing in the shower as much as I did. When I opened the curtain she had a hand between her legs working herself. Her eyes were closed as the water ran down her almost almond looking hair cascading down her back between her gorgeous ass. She opened her eyes when the curtain opened. “Damn Ash can I get some privacy?” as she tried to hide what she was doing

“I am so sorry I didn’t mean to… I mean I thought …” I mumbled as I turned away grabbing a towel for and rushing out of the bathroom.

“The bathroom is free.” She said as she leaned into my room, still naked.

“Thanks and hey I’m real sorry about you know catching you or whatever.” Man I felt so stupid

“It’s okay Ash really so you caught me masturbating we all do it. But you need to get ready we will talk later” Meg replied easing the tension

“I know but still I’m sorry.” I quickly got into the shower and felt the knot in my stomach. I had just seen my younger sister fucking herself. Why am I getting so hot thinking about it? I didn’t even realize my right hand positioned it self-right between my legs almost trying to recreate the brief but lasting image of my sister trying to bring herself to orgasm. My head and body positioned it self the exact same way I found my sister but added my own personal touches. I loved playing with my nipple while touching myself. I went at my pussy with one goal in mind…to cum. My tits had enough attention… now to nut. I slid the middle finger of my left hand deep into my snatch while my right hand rubbed my sensitive clit. I could tell by my heavy breathing and the fact that I was not new at touching myself I would be over the edge real soon. As I fingered my cunt and rubbed my clit the image of sister would not go away. I rubbed my swollen clit between my fingers and rode my other hand. “OH GOD, OH GOD UMMMM” I whispered to my self as I came trying to be quiet. I relaxed against the wall to regain my composure. There was my nut for the day and it wouldn’t be my last.

Part II I couldn’t concentrate for shit at school. I came home after swim practice to an empty house and went straight to my room to get changed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Megan. When I saw my sister naked çorlu escort this morning it was so brief but damn I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I took a quick shower and changed before I went downstairs to get a bite to eat. I threw on a pair of short shorts and a sports bra and went to the kitchen and started making a sandwich when Meg got home.

“Oh hey Meg.” I said obviously still nervous about the incident.

“Alright Ash lets talk. I wanted to do it later but dammit I can tell its freaking you out.” she bossed at me. “I am taking a shower then we are going to talk. This is not bothering me but for some reason it is bothering you.” man she doesn’t hold back I thought. “Gather your thoughts until I get back from my shower and guess what Ash? ” “What?” I replied “I am going to masturbate. Considering I never got to finish.” She said very slow and seductively toying with me and pretending to be hurt. As she walked away I couldn’t tell what she was doing. Was she just playing with my emotions trying to drive me crazy? Was she being funny and trying to just get comfortable again cause she was embarrassed she got caught. I don’t know but I knew it would all work it self out. By the time I finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen Megan came down wearing boy shorts and a small tank top wearing a very relaxed grin on her face.

“Come in here Ash when you get a chance I want to clear this crap up.” Meg asked from the den flicking through the channels.

“There is nothing to clear up Meg.” I said as I walked into the room plopping onto the couch. “I walked in on you and I’m sorry”

“I know but you are acting weird. I don’t know why? I know you play with yourself as much if not more than I do.” She said it so matter of factly I couldn’t deny it. “Am I right?” “Well, yeah I guess” I mumbled slightly embarrassed

“I’m sorry what I cant hear you sis. Did you say something because my sister isn’t bitch? She will say what she wants loud and clear.” She said jokingly easing my much to tense self. “I do it, ” I said back to feign insult

“Do what Ash?” she coaxed” I know I love to masturbate.”

” I also love to masturbate.” I said back to her laughing.

“You see how easy that was? I guess its awkward but we both do it. There is nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed of. Shit ash you caught me and you’re more bothered about it than I am “

“I know it’s just that you have all these boys over and I hear you guys. I never thought in a million years you did that. Especially since you were getting laid.” I said “While I was getting laid? Sorry miss prim and proper. I was getting fucked.” Meg shot back” I am a very horny girl. If I cant get a dick in me ill put a finger in me. If I can’t get someone’s tongue eating me out, I will gladly rub one out. I love Cumming. So sue me.

“Hey relax I was just saying” I tried to calm her down. “I get it. I not judging you Meg I’m always horny too. I just can’t find a good ümraniye escort guy that I want to screw. I have to resort to porn”

“Okay sis I’m sorry for over reacting like that. You like porn?” “Yeah Meg I love it. You thought you couldn’t contain yourself; I must have a 14-year-old boy in my past life. ” I said with a snicker

“Shit had I known I would have lent you some of mine. I might have even watched some with ya.” Meg said slyly

” You would watch porn with me? Isn’t that kind of weird? You know being sisters and all” I asked

“I don’t think so. I would watch it right now if you wanted to. It doesn’t bother me at all” she said

“Okay I guess. I’m down if you are.” I said

“Okay sorry but I was already watching one before you got home. ” Meg said as she started the DVD player.

She hit play on the DVD player and it started off right where she left off. I got hot real quick watching that blowjob with my sister. I couldn’t help but notice that we were both half naked and watching porn together. I knew she was horny as hell and I wanted to cum bad. I was ready to make a move when her cell phone rang.

“Hello?” she said snapping back to reality. Snapping me back to reality “Ok cool…yeah def”

“Hey Ash Linda is going to come over in a little bit. I am going to go get ready. Go ahead and finish up down here if you want” She said with a smirk

“Yeah, yeah I get. Is every joke going to be about masturbation?” I said

She hustled up the stairs to her bedroom as I cleaned up downstairs. I followed her up a few minutes later to get ready also since they were coming over my house as well.

“Hey what time-” and I just stopped déjà vu all over again

“What? come on in?” Meg said lying on her bed rubbing her pussy

“um I was wondering what…” I couldn’t get a proper word out

“Look I thought we cleared this up. I’m ready to cum. You are more than welcome to stand there, join in for all I care.” She said putting a finger inside her pussy. “Ohhh god I need this. Ash ” “Oh ok Meg this is kind of weird” I said

“What is so weird Ash? You don’t like watching me fuck myself? I can see your pussy is wet” she said coyly “So what it is still awkward” I couldn’t help but thinking I was just about to make my move downstairs

“Come on sis masturbate with me. Fuck yourself next to your sister” Her hand working her pussy as she breathed slowly and seductively saying this

“God damn I need to fucking cum” I couldn’t control it anymore I straddled my sister and started fucking myself right above her.

“Is this what you want Meg?” I said ferociously rubbing my hard clitty

“Fuck yeah Ashley masturbate for me. I wanna see you cum on your fingers. Oh GOD ASH IM GONNA CUM”

“That’s right Megan. Keep fucking yourself. Look at my fingers slide into my wet tight pussy. Cum for me sis. I’m about cum right along with you.”

“I can feel it ash. OH MY, OH MY OH MY GOD IM CUMMING”

“Me too Megan I can feel it. OHHH!! I yelped as I collapsed on top of my sister.

“Jesus Christ Ashley you are a freak. But that was hot as hell. My orgasm was unreal” Megan said

“You didn’t know your little book worm sister could get off like that did you”

“No I didn’t. Wait until Linda comes over.” she said mischievously

Chpt 2 coming soon

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“We’ve done it this time, I can feel it!” exclaimed Dr. Howard, grinning as he turned confidently to his colleague.

“Now, now… Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Mitch… We haven’t even tested this iteration of the formula yet.” cautioned Dr. Morris, putting his hand on the younger biologist’s shoulder. “We don’t know what it will do…”

“It’ll do what we made it to do, Jon! I’ve done the math… I know it’ll work this time! We’ve created the world’s most powerful female aphrodisiac!!” Dr. Howard gestured triumphantly at the enclosed beaker sitting in front of them on the lab table. It contained a translucent pink liquid and was marked ‘Warning: Do not inhale.’

Dr. Morris sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “That’s what you said the last half a dozen times, Mitch. We need to test it before we start to celebrate.”

As the two men argued, their assistant, Sally, cleaned up around them as quietly as possible. The cute grad student wanted to stay out of the scientists’ way, trying to perform her duties as unobtrusively as possible.

As she tidied up, she did her best to squeeze past the two men without interrupting, but accidentally bumped into the lab table in the process. The beaker toppled over the edge and smashed against the linoleum floor. It’s contents spilt everywhere, and an overwhelming stench immediately permeated the room.

“Oh!! Oh no!!” Sally exclaimed.

“Ah!! What the fuck?!?!?” cried Dr. Howard, covering his nose quickly with his sleeve. The smell made him gag, and his eyes watered, blurring his vision.

Dr. Morris doubled over, throwing up all over his shoes. He wiped his mouth and staggered forward, leaning against the table. “What the fuck is that?” he cried. He covered his face with his hand. “How the hell is that supposed to be an aphrodisiac, Mitch?!?”

Dr. Howard fought the urge to retch and looked up at his colleague. “I… I don’t understand! This isn’t right!! It shouldn’t smell like this…”

“Smell? What smell?”

The two men turned at the sound of Sally’s voice, noticing her for the first time. She was standing in front of them, apparently undisturbed by the pungent odour filling the room. Both of her hands were shoved inside her jeans, and she was furiously masturbating as her bosses stared in disbelief.

“I don’t smell anything… Ooo… ooo fuuuuuck…” the young grad student groaned as she steadily pleasured her moistening sex…

–

A few blocks downwind of the laboratory, Annette Louis was having her entire family over for dinner. Once a month, the 65 year old hosted her 3 daughters and 7 granddaughters for an evening and cooked them a big family meal.

She stood at the head of the table, smiling as she watched her girls all chatting and laughing with each other, before setting the ham she’d cooked down in front of them.

To her right sat her eldest daughter, Carol. The poor woman was going through a separation with her husband, and so it made Anette happy to see her enjoying herself this evening. Carol was 46, and had two daughters, 22 year old Cortney and 20 year old Chloe, who were sitting across from each other at the other end of the table. Both girls were in college, but were taking their classes nearby in order to stay close to the family.

Next to Carol sat Maggie, Anette’s middle child. Maggie was gossiping animatedly with her older sister, the two absorbed in whatever new local scandal they were discussing. Maggie was 44, and had 3 children of her own. She had always wanted to have a big family, but had to stop after her third when she’d caught her husband in bed with another woman.

Maggie’s eldest, Melissa, sat beside her. Melissa was 24 years old, and still living at home. She was finished college and working at an internship at the moment, and so she couldn’t afford to move out just yet.

Melissa’s two younger sisters sat across from each other beside her, the older of the two directly to her right. Michelle was 20, and Molly, across the table, had just turned 18. Both girls were gorgeous, and Annette found herself admiring their darling young faces. Michelle was in college with her cousins, Chloe and Cortney, and Molly was in her final year of high school.

Meanwhile, to Annette’s left sat her youngest daughter, 42 year old Helen. Helen’s husband had walked out on her years ago, but the strong willed woman hadn’t let it stop her from raising two capable, independent daughters of her own.

They sat beside her – Heather, her eldest, was 23, and Hope was 19. Hope was giggling and whispering with her cousin Molly, who sat beside her, and Heather was in an animated discussion with Melissa, across the table.

After setting out the last of the food, Annette clinked her fork to her glass, prompting the rest of her brood to fall silent.

“I just want to say how happy it makes me to have all of you here, eating me out of house and home yet again.” she said. The women sitting around the table all laughed. “Now, let’s all dig tuzla escort in, before it gets cold!”

There was a chorus of agreement from the others, and they all clinked their glasses before taking a drink. Unbeknownst to any of them, the mysterious aphrodisiac had already drifted toward them and was seeping into the house…

Annette sat down and smiled at her eldest daughter.

“Thanks so much for this, Mom.” Carol said, reaching out to touch the older woman’s hand. “I needed this, after the month I’ve had.”

Annette squeezed her daughter’s fingers. “Of course, Dear. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And that prick husband of yours needed to be sent packing.”

Carol laughed, and Annette couldn’t help admiring how beautiful her daughter had become. She leaned in to give the 46 year old a peck on the cheek. Instead of the cheek, however, Annette caught her daughter on the lips, and instead of a peck, she gave her a soft, lingering kiss.

The two women pulled slowly away from each other, before quickly leaning in again. They kissed sensually, their moist lips slowly parting to allow their tongues to meet.

‘What the hell am I doing?!?’ Annette thought, even as she sighed into her daughter’s hot, open mouth. Their kiss deepened, their tongues searching for one another and sliding deliciously together.

She finally managed to pull herself away, but only after having thoroughly made out with her own flesh and blood daughter! Carol seemed flushed, her breathing ragged. Her sexy lips hung open, and she gave Annette a look that made her want to lean in again for more.

Instead, the 65 year old looked across the table. As she feared, all eyes had been on them, and the room had fallen silent. ‘Shit…’ she thought. ‘What the fuck did we just do?’

She felt Carol’s hand squeeze her own once again, and turned back hesitantly to face her eldest daughter…

–

Chloe gaped across the table along with the rest of her family. She couldn’t believe she’d just seen her mom and her grandmother make out with each other like that!! It looked so disgusting, and yet, she found herself getting very warm between her legs…

The 20 year old glanced across the table at her sister, wondering how Cortney had taken all of this. Cortney was still staring at their mom, her lips slightly parted. Chloe could swear she’d seen her sister’s tongue dart out briefly to lick her pretty lips.

Watching Cortney, Chloe found herself getting even more excited. She realized for the first time just how beautiful her sister really was. She began to openly check out the 22 year old, admiring her gorgeous face and pert, sexy body.

Just then, Cortney glanced over, catching her little sister staring. Chloe sucked in her breath and quickly looked away. She felt herself blush, and tried to pretend she hadn’t been staring, but she knew it was little use.

She looked back up into her sister’s eyes, and saw Cortney staring back at her. Neither girl said a word, but Chloe suddenly felt something rubbing against her foot under the table. It ran slowly up her leg, and she bit her lip as she felt what must be her big sister’s toes working their way sensually up her calf…

–

‘Holy shit…’ Melissa thought, watching her aunt and her grandmother as they leaned into each other again.

Carol and Annette had once more resumed their heated kiss, seemingly no longer caring that their entire family was sitting there, watching.

Melissa found the events incredibly arousing, even though she didn’t understand why. ‘It’s just so… wrong!!’ she thought, even as she squeezed her thighs tightly together.

Her attention was torn away from her kissing relatives suddenly when she felt someone touch her on the arm. She turned, and found her sister, Michelle looking up at her with an unmistakable look of arousal.

‘Holy shit!’ Melissa thought, again. ‘When did she get so sexy??’ Her nipples were throbbing against her bra as she felt Michelle’s hand slide up over her shoulder and slip behind her neck.

“Sis… I… I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I…” Michelle stammered. She seemed too excited to think clearly.

Before Melissa could say a word in reply, her younger sister pulled her in, forcing their lips to collide in a passionate kiss.

–

Molly whimpered as she turned her attention from one pair of relatives to the other. Up until now, she’d been watching her grandmother and Aunt Carol make out with each other, but now her own sisters were kissing… right in front of her, across the table!

It was getting to be too much for the cute 18 year old, and she slid her hand between her warm thighs to cup her boiling pussy. “Mmmm…” she moaned aloud, as she squeezed and kneaded the juicy mound through her tight, thin cotton shorts.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her. She’d never been attracted to other girls before… But something about seeing her pendik escort family members kissing had her young pussy on fire!

“Shit, Molly! What are you doing?!?”

The 18 year old pried her eyes away from her kissing sisters long enough to look at her cousin beside her. Hope’s eyes were glued between her legs, and staring as Molly began to massage her needy cunt.

“I… um… Well, I’m m-m-masturbating…” she whimpered. She was already so horny… and Hope’s eyes on her only seemed to make things worse!

Just when she thought she couldn’t get any more aroused, Molly was surprised as Hope’s hand shot forward, plunging between her thighs and grabbing her boiling crotch.

“Oh!!” she squealed. “Mmmm… Yeah, Baby!! Touch me!!” she groaned, beginning to grind against her cousin’s touch.

–

Maggie didn’t know what to do!! On one side, her sister and mother were openly making out with one another. In fact, now, they’d gone beyond making out and were openly groping each other’s breasts!

But on her other side, her two eldest daughters, Melissa and Michelle, had fallen into a heated make out session of their own!! She stared as the two girls whimpered into each other’s open mouths. She could see Michelle’s fingers digging hard into the back of Melissa’s neck.

When she heard her youngest, Molly, begin to moan, she looked across the table, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. She watched in shock as her niece, Hope, furiously masturbating her sweet baby girl!

Maggie felt herself getting light headed. She was dizzy with disgust, shame and arousal, all at the same time. Stumbling to her feet, she began to push past Carol to make her way out of the room.

“Maggie, Darling…”

Maggie froze at the sound her her name. She looked back over to the table, and saw her mother’s smouldering eyes looking up into her’s. Carol had pulled Annette’s blouse open and had one of the older woman’s bare breasts in her mouth.

As Maggie stared, her older sister sucked hungrily on their mother’s swollen nipple.

“Sweetheart… Come kiss your mother.” Annette pleaded.

After the briefest of hesitations, Maggie found the idea impossible to resist and stepped forward, sinking to her knees on the floor. Annette cupped her middle child’s chin and pulled her close, and the two women pressed their wet lips together.

–

Helen had wanted to get up and leave along with Maggie, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop watching the growing orgy around the table. And now, Maggie was a part of it, too! It just seemed so surreal!

She felt completely disgusted with her sisters and nieces, but her pussy was a swamp in her sticky panties.

‘At least my daughters aren’t involved in this…’ she thought to herself, not yet noticing what Hope was doing a few seats down the table. ‘I should get them out of here, though!’

She turned to Heather and suddenly grabbed the girl by the hand. The contact made her eldest daughter jump, and she realized the 23 year old was just as absorbed in what was happening all around them.

“M-m-mom!!” her daughter stammered, looking up at Helen with wide, searching eyes.

“It’s ok, Baby. I’m going to get you out of here.” Helen whispered, leaning in to touch her daughter’s cheek. It felt flushed, and the heat made her heart hammer faster in her chest.

“Yes! Please, Mom… Take me… Take me away from this…” Heather begged. She was trembling, and Helen felt a sudden urge to hold her darling daughter tightly in her arms.

‘No! You have to get her out of here! Don’t stop to hold her!!’ Helen thought. Her body seemed to ignore her inner protests, however, pulling Heather out of her chair and into her mother’s lap.

For her part, Heather seemed more than willing to climb on top of her mom. She wrapped her arms around Helen’s neck, and the two looked at each other, their faces inches apart.

“I’m scared, Mom…” Heather whispered.

“Shhh… It’s ok, Baby…” Helen soothed. “Shhhh…” as she stroked Heather’s hair, she unconsciously leaned forward. Heather did the same, and soon, the girl’s tongue was plunging into her mother’s open mouth. Both women moaned as they made out with each other.

–

Cortney was panting as she leaned back in her chair. The room was filling with moans as the women around her paired off to fuck. She stared across at her little sister. Chloe was fucking gorgeous, and Cortney couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before now!

She had been rubbing her toes gently up Chloe’s thigh, but now her sister had a firm grip around her ankle, and was humping her pussy wildly against Cortney’s foot.

The cute 20 year old was staring back at her, too. Her face was contorted with pleasure, and she was panting as she ground herself into her big sister’s toes.

Cortney looked to her left, where Michelle and Melissa were making out with each other. Her two cousins had started to strip, maltepe escort and were both suddenly topless, their hands groping at each other’s pert, young breasts.

Cortney bit her lip, and felt the sudden urge to take her own shirt off, too. She heard Chloe groan as she slowly peeled the top over her chest. It sent a wicked thrill through her, and she quickly tossed the shirt aside and tore away her bra.

Chloe’s eyes seemed glued to her breasts as she continued to fuck herself on Cortney’s foot.

The look on Chloe’s face made Cortney want to be closer to her. The 22 year old wrenched her foot from her sister’s grip, causing Chloe to let out a frustrated groan. She stood, and pulled her shorts and panties off, leaving her body completely on display.

Chloe quickly stood as well, and clumsily took off her own clothing. Now naked, both sisters climbed onto the table, knocking dishes and food to the floor as they approached one another.

On their knees, they pressed their bodies together and their lips collided in a furious kiss.

–

Michelle watched as her cousins started making out, naked, up on the table. Her eyes were half open as she leaned back in her chair. She had one leg thrown up on the table, and her fingers were tangled in her big sister’s hair.

“Mmmm…Sis… This is so bad… Ohhh… Right there!!” she whimpered.

Melissa was laving Michelle’s breasts with her tongue, slurping and sucking the soft orbs with obvious relish. One hand was wrapped around the girl’s waist, holding her firmly, while the other dug into her panties, rubbing furiously at Michelle’s gooey snatch.

Melissa seemed to have given herself over completely to her desires. She fucked her sister eagerly, and Michelle definitely wasn’t complaining!

When she felt her big sis’s fingers plunge inside her, she squealed, biting her lip and humping herself desperately into the older girl’s hand.

–

Hope had gotten herself incredibly hot while masturbating her little cousin. The two had started to make out, groping wantonly at each other’s nubile young bodies.

Now, unable to contain herself, Hope had crawled up onto the table on all fours. She had shucked her panties already, and her skirt was thrown up over her back.

“P-p-please!!” she whimpered. “D-d-d-don’t stop!!”

Molly was sitting behind her, and her face was buried in her cousin’s juicy cunt. The 18 year old seemed like a natural at licking pussy, her tongue managing to hit Hope in all the right places!

Pussy cream dripped from her snatch, running along her thigh as she humped herself back into Molly’s face. The younger girl eagerly slurped up every drop she could catch, moaning as she seemed to enjoy her cousin’s sweet, heady flavour.

As she was eaten by her cousin, Hope leaned forward, toppling wine glasses as she searched for a firm hold on the dining room table. Directly in front of her, Melissa was sucking on Michelle’s breasts and masturbating her pussy.

Michelle looked up at her, and the two cousins grinned as they enjoyed the attentions their pussies were receiving. The older girl blew her cousin a kiss, and Hope tossed her head back, crying out as she suddenly came hard on Molly’s face.

–

Carol was on the floor now, completely naked and laying flat on her back. Maggie had gotten on top of her, equally naked thanks to their mother, and the two sisters were making out as they ground their hot bodies together.

‘How did it end up like this?’ Carol thought to herself. She couldn’t even remember. One minute, they were all laughing and having an innocent dinner party, the next they were all fucking like bitches in heat. Carol couldn’t help imaging what her daughters were up to. From her vantage point, she couldn’t see them up on the table, but she could certainly hear their whimpers.

Carol could feel the heat from her younger sister’s pussy as it pressed directly against her’s. It sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and she wrapped her legs tightly around Maggie, pulling her harder into their embrace.

Maggie seemed to approve, and ground herself firmly into Carol’s cunt, the two squelching as they slapped against each other over and over again.

“That’s it, girls… Fuck each other… Fuck your horny pussies together!!”

Carol looked over, watching her horny mother as she sat just a short distance away. The 65 year old was on the floor too, masturbating lewdly as she watched her incestuous daughters. She brought one of her breasts up to her face and sucked the extended nipple, causing Carol to groan at the sight.

With a sudden burst of strength, the 46 year old flipped Maggie over and sat up on top of the bewildered woman. Still watching their mother, she scissored her legs with her sister’s, and ground her sopping cunt down hard against Maggie’s.

Annette licked her lips and crawled forward, kneeling next to her fucking daughters. Carol groaned, pulling her mother to her, and the two began to kiss furiously once again. She felt her mother shifting slightly, and the next time she pulled back, she could see that Annette was now sitting on Maggie’s face.

–

Heather was straddling her sexy mother as the two made out wantonly with one another. The room reverberated with the sounds of lesbian sex, and it had her pussy boiling with need.

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This story sets the scene for others I have written by introducing the main characters: David and Elizabeth Wilson and David’s girlfriend, Susan. The three Chapters of this story contain explicit sex between brother and sister, so if you are offended by the idea of consensual incest then please don’t continue….this story is not for you. All of the characters are entirely fictitious, and therefore bear no intended resemblance to any person living or dead. All are over the age of 18.

The story is written from David’s perspective.

*****

It all started with a Halloween Party at Damien’s house, when he decided to invite a number of friends over during his parent’s absence. Damien is a friend of mine, usually pretty vague, but I must say that it was well planned. Neat little invitations went out several weeks beforehand, with a stipulation you were to wear a mask that hid your identity and to bring sufficient alcohol for at least two people. Costume parties do not normally interest me, but I decided to go anyway. I invested in a black and orange tiger mask that struck me as fierce and imposing at the same time, and was certainly sufficient to hide all of my features. Nobody could tell it was me, hiding underneath it.

I don’t recall much of the early part of the evening, other than my initial surprise to find that there were only a dozen or so people there, and more girls than guys. The music was loud and the rooms dark, and the punch was laced with something strong to make it work quickly. The night swiftly degenerated into a small sea of sweating and inter-twined bodies, initially preoccupied with writhing on the dance floor to the throb of music, and later on writhing in a more primeval occupation.

I remember dancing with several girls, including two or three together at one stage, but as the night progressed I paired off with one who seemed intent on me. She was a little shorter than me and wore a blue mask designed like an eagle, the fierce expression complimented by the glitter of her eyes. It made it difficult to tell her age, yet alone who she was, but she had a trim body that certainly felt good and she knew how to move it. All I could see of her face was the sparkle of her eyes in the dim light and a soft sensuous pair of lips, with the occasional flash of small white teeth behind them. A wisp of auburn hair announced that she was a brunette, and the way she moved suggested she was ready for action.

We didn’t talk much. The music was too loud and it wasn’t that sort of party, anyway. The air gap between us diminished quickly and soon we were body to body, rubbing against each other, hands roaming where we liked. I could smell her, a mixture of perfume tinged with warm flesh, hot and sensual. The music seemed to recede into the background and other people in the room to retreat, so there was just her and me, moving against each other. She pushed her breasts and pelvis forward, unashamedly sexual. I responded, kissing her neck and cheek, tasting the delicious warmth of her mouth, pushing against her so we were almost fucking on the dance floor. Her lips were soft but I sensed she was a tentative kisser, waiting to learn.

I leaned close to her ear. “Are you ready?”

She stiffened for a moment in my arms, then nodded. I took her hand and led her through the hallway, up the stairs to the bedrooms. The first door was closed and I could hear activity behind it. The second bedroom was empty and I kicked the door shut behind us, propping a chair against the handle to prevent disturbance.

The light was off, but a street lamp threw a band of light into the room. She stood back from the door, quite still, looking at me. I moved quickly to her, one hand holding her head as I kissed her and the other moving down over her breasts, feeling their shape and texture through the thin material of her dress. She pushed her pelvis forwards and I felt the hardness of her mound grinding against my rigid cock.

I reached behind her head to remove the mask but she reacted violently, pulling back.

“No!” Her voice was husky and urgent.

“I need to see you!”

“No!” Just a single word, nothing more to say. She stepped back, hands fumbling at the zipper on her little black dress, opening it, stepping out. A whisper of dark material fell to the shadows on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and I realised she was much shorter than me, but her body was firm and beautifully proportioned. Her skin shone in the soft light like molten pewter, and I gazed at her breasts, not large but well defined, the nipples pushing against the lacy fabric of her bra. Her belly was flat, smooth flesh gliding downwards to a pair of small black panties that hugged a well-defined mound.

For a moment we stared at each other, and then she moved forward, reaching up to kiss. I fumbled with my buttons, shirt finally falling free, belt coming loose. I kicked off my jeans, hopping awkwardly from one foot to the other, still kissing. Her hands maltepe escort were on my shoulders, her face locked to mine. We fell onto the bed with me partly on top and I slid aside one cup of her bra and suckled her, feeling the nipple swell in my mouth and her hands holding my hair to guide me. My cock was bursting, straining against my jocks and pushing against her thigh.

She pushed me back and sat up, deftly removing the bra and tossing it to the floor. She leaned forward and lifted the elastic of my jocks so that my cock jumped out, freed from its constraint. For a moment she was still, looking down at it, and I could sense her uncertainty. Then she bent forward and took my shaft in her hand, squeezing it, looking intently at the long strand of pre-cum that was stringing from the bell end to my belly, glistening in the pale light like a spider’s web. She crouched forward and her pink tongue tentatively licked at it, breaking the strand so that it clung to her lip for a moment before she sucked it in, pausing to savor the taste like a new experience. My cock strained upwards at her touch, and she engaged the tip of it against her lips and let it slide into her mouth.

At first she was uncertain, not understanding the sensitivities. She moved in jerks instead of long smooth strokes, and her pressure and cadence were all wrong. I guided her, my voice soft in the semi-darkness, teaching and mentoring. She was silent, listening, a quick learner and willing. My cock ached as it fucked her mouth, the head swollen bigger than ever before as it stretched her young lips. I could feel the ridges at the back of her throat as it glided deep into her, and then the softer part of her mouth as she drew back, letting her lips grip the head, nuzzling and lubricating. I could feel the feather light rasp of her tongue on the sensitive underside, and the firmer clasp of her lips as she tightened them over the head before allowing my length to slide into her throat again.

As she crouched over me, I moved my hand to cup one buttock, my fingers dipping forward into the dark shadow. I could sense the incredible heat of her and feel the slick wetness of her panties on my fingertips. I imagined the thin material stretched over her pussy, stained dark and wet with her discharge. I envisaged her juices oozing from her warm wet passage, thick and tart, trickling out through her labia, now swollen and fleshy with wanting. In the silence of the room I could hear her small grunts and whimpers of pleasure as my fingers rubbed against the sodden fabric of her pants and I could hear the occasional slurp of her mouth on me. I could smell her arousal: the warm scent of her cunt and the musk of a female in heat.

I pulled her hips around and she lifted one thigh over me, straddling my face, pushing her torso back and down so that her crotch was positioned over my face. As her mouth slid down my cock I pressed my tongue upwards, pushing aside the thin gusset so that I tasted her for the first time. The light was not strong enough for me to see her sex, but I could feel the downy softness of pubic hair against my face and the firm plasticity of her thighs against my cheeks. I pressed my face upwards and in a moment her juices soaked my face, running in rivers across my tongue.

My cock withdrew from her mouth with a soft plop, and rested on my belly. She pushed herself upright, thrusting her hips downwards so her cunt was rammed against my face. I lapped hungrily, hearing her soft moans and sighs, feeling the crisp softness of her pubic hair against my lips. My tongue was buried inside her, drilling upwards, her labia opening to allow me to penetrate her as deeply as I could, and she writhed and wriggled against me.

Her first orgasm came in a rush. I felt her thighs tense, gripping my face, and her back arched. She had one hand at the back of her head and the other was pressed against her mouth to stifle the squeal of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. I could feel her vagina sucking with hard rhythmic contractions against my face, pulling my tongue, and a flood of cum juice spurted into my mouth as if I had bitten down on a luscious piece of fresh fruit. For long moments she trembled in ecstasy, a thin high wail of pleasure breaking from her lips and her body writhing against my mouth, and then, gradually, she grew still and I could hear her ragged breath in the stillness of the room. I fancied I could feel the wild beating of her heart though the lustrous skin of her thighs clamped either side of my face.

After a moment she lifted herself clear and the bed creaked as she lay next to me. We were both silent for a moment, and then she spoke, her voice still tremulous with the intensity of her orgasm.

“Now, your turn. Fuck me. Fuck me all night.”

“I will, I will.” I whispered.

I climbed over her and she opened her legs, drawing her knees upward to allow me unfettered access to her sex. I manavgat escort positioned the head of my cock at the opening to her body, and then with infinite slowness I pressed forward. The sensations of that first penetration filled my brain: smoothness and pressure and incredible heat. I envisaged the lips of her cunt twitching at the first touch of the velvet head, then parting as the first inch or so entered her body. I imagined the exchange of our fluids, her juices bubbling around my cock head, and my pre-cum smearing over her vulva as I penetrated her. I heard her sigh and felt the bedsprings move as she shifted slightly to accommodate me.

I felt sudden pressure as the widest part of my cock-head demanded entry, then incredible tightness that stopped further progress, and I felt her go rigid under me. I stopped. She was panting a little, her hands fluttering at my back, her thighs drawn back and open as wide as she could. After a moment she lifted her legs over my back and I felt them lock together, and then she suddenly rolled her hips upwards, thrusting her pelvis sharply so that I broke through. I sank full length into the delicious heat of her tight body, and as my shaft impaled her, she cried out.

“Oh! Oh! Stop for a moment!”

I held my hips still, savouring the cloying grasp of the young pussy in which I was embedded. Not one millimeter of my cock was outside – it was all in.

For long moments we were both still, aside from the twitching of my cock inside her. I longed to withdraw and plunge, withdraw and plunge, to fuck this hot body beneath me, but somehow I held still. Presently she moved her hips, tentatively at first then with growing confidence as she adjusted to my length and width. I responded, drawing my cock out so that just the head was engaged, then pushing – a long delicious stroke into her, feeling her pelvis thrust back to accept me, so that I was completely buried, the root of my cock mashed against her mound.

I don’t know how long I fucked her…perhaps twenty or thirty minutes. I wanted more than anything to stay inside her all night, but my senses were swamped by her gasps, her low squeals of pleasure, the intensity of how she held me, and the incredible tightness of her cunt with its velvet walls and clutching, rhythmic movements.

However much I wanted to continue, I knew I was lost. Deep inside me I felt my own pressure building, an unstoppable juggernaut that swirled upwards and outwards through my whole being like an explosion of colored light. In a single, white-hot moment where time stood still I released the first scalding jet of sperm into the young body wriggling beneath me. We cried out together as six or seven other jets followed, ribbons of sperm, rivers of it, filling the clutching cunt, splattering its walls with its heat, bathing her cervix and bursting outwards from where we joined, so that it was immediately churned to a white froth by the intensity of our movement.

After a long time she released the grip of her legs and I felt the grip of her cunt relax as I softened inside her. I slid off her and we lay side by side, breathing ragged gasps, sweat cooling on our skin. My heart was beating like a drum.

“God” She whispered. “God damn, that was….”

“…incredible.” I finished the sentence.

She turned her face towards me, voice so soft that I could hardly hear the words. “I didn’t know….I never knew it could be like that.”

I reached over and touched her lips lightly with my fingertips, and I smoothed the wild tangle of her hair on the pillow. She lay still, watching me, her eyes shining behind the mask.

“What’s your name?’ I asked her.

She shook her head lightly, her voice soft. “No. We can’t do this again. No names, no faces.” Her voice was filled with regret.

I didn’t ask why. I knew nothing of this girl, who she was, her hopes and dreams or where or how she lived. In a moment of clarity I understood that part of the magic of the night had been not knowing – meeting another kindred soul who wanted only to share a night of passion but nothing more. Every detail I found out about her, I thought, would add a layer of complexity to the relationship, to seek to complicate what was very simple. I understood that she didn’t want that, and I thought I was content not to want it either.

I stroked her hair and by and by, we fell asleep.

I thought I heard her crying during the night, and I felt the touch of her hand on my face, but then I sank back into sleep and, when I woke, she had left. She had covered me with a bedspread and every trace of her was gone, except for the fragrance of her hair on the pillow. The morning light had taken away the anonymity of the night, and I felt alone. I wondered how I could have let her go without finding out her name, or looking at her face.

*****

The following Monday morning I sat at breakfast, munching cereal and flicking şişli escort though a magazine I had found on the table. I had to leave for work in a few moments.

My mother shouted from the kitchen, “David, bring the dishes in before you go, please.”

“Yes Mum.”

“…and is your room tidy?”

I rolled my eyes at my little sister sitting opposite me, blond hair in disarray and still sleepy. She’d been away at the weekend and looked as if she had had a good time, too.

“Yes Mum.”

“Is Beth there?”

“Yes Mum!”

My mother appeared with another bowl and a plate of toast. “Here you go, Beth.”

I looked at her. Dad had died a few years before of a heart attack at the age of forty two, leaving her with a meager living so she had to work. I wondered why she didn’t find another guy. She was still attractive and kept herself trim.

“Have to go, Mum,” I said. She smiled and gave me a brief hug and a peck on the cheek.

“What time are you home tonight?”

“Usual. I’ll give you a ring if it changes. See ya, Beth!”

Beth grunted. She had pinched my magazine and was reading the agony column. I wondered why she didn’t have a stream of boyfriends bashing at the front door as she was very attractive, even first thing in the morning. Like me, she was a bit of a loner, although I had just started dating a girl called Susan a week before. It was too early to tell if it would develop into anything, though. I was suddenly struck with a picture of my mysterious friend over the weekend, head thrown back, knuckles pressed to her mouth to suppress a scream of ecstasy. I couldn’t envisage Susan in that position.

I closed the door behind me and went to work.

And so life went on for the next few days, much as it had before that weekend. The only difference was that I thought about HER a lot. The little mannerisms I noticed in our brief acquaintance: the way she held her head on one side, as if asking a question; her sense of stillness; the way she pressed her hand to her mouth to silence her pleasure. That was all I knew of her, other than she had brown hair, wore a little black dress and plain shoes, owned a blue eagle mask and gave me the most stunning sex I had ever had. Each time I thought of her, the sense of loss grew greater. How can you feel you’ve lost something that you really never had? How can you fall in love with a dream?

On the Thursday after the weekend I phoned the host of the party to thank him.

“Damien….its David.”

“Hi David. What gives?” He was always cheerful.

“Not much, mate. Just calling to thank you for the amazing party.”

“Amazing is right” he grumbled. “Looked like a fucking brothel next day….knickers and condoms all over the house, beds wrecked. Looks like someone deflowered a chick in the main bedroom….still trying to wash the sheets clean before the oldies come home.” He chuckled. “Was a great party though, wasn’t it!”

I thought of HER, thrusting her pelvis forward and crying out. Had I used the main bedroom?

“Er, yes” I said. How lame. “Well, anyway, thanks a lot…”

“You’re welcome.”

“…and I wondered if you could do me a favor.”

“Maybe.” A note of caution in his voice.

I pressed on bravely. “I met a chick there I really liked.” I said. “Could you give me a list of who you invited?”

There was a moment of silence, and then I listened to his reasons for not helping me. Confidentiality…the right to privacy. He asked me what she was wearing, what she looked like.

“The blue eagle mask. Brunette, shortish. Black dress.”

I could hear his mind working. “Nah. Don’t know her.”, he said. “Might have been a gate crasher. We had a couple. Sorry mate. Perhaps next time.”

The dialing tone was loud in my ear as the only way I could think to find her rang out.

*****

Friday evening, almost a week since the night. Beth and Mum were out somewhere, and I arrived home alone, thinking of her. I collected the mail at the front door, flicking through the usual collection of bills and junk mail. I had been hoping that somehow she had found out who I was, and there would be a little note asking if we could meet. There was little chance of that, I knew. The ache was there, bright and sharp in my gut. I longed to see her again, but part of me dreaded that if I did it would be a disappointment. She was a predator and she didn’t need me.

I thought of the jobs that Mum had given me to do. She worked hard and we helped out, and it was my turn to do the laundry. I collected the basket and went into my room, picking up the week’s collection of dirty clothes; then to Mum’s room, where they were all neatly kept in a basket in the corner.

I moved down the corridor to Beth’s room, scooting around, collecting socks, her work blouses, a couple of pairs of red knickers about the size of dental floss. Nothing else that I could see at first, but on impulse I bent to look under the bed and just behind the fold of the duvet I could see a bunched up scrap of black lace. It was a black bra and a pair of skimpy black knickers, and as I retrieved them I saw that they were concealing something else. Curious, I reached under the fold of material and pulled it out.

The room seemed to tilt, and I could hear a roaring in my ears.

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Chapter One

“How about having dinner with me tonight?”, Phil Russell asked, although he knew he would be turned down. He still had to try. After all, Sue Brown was someone whom many men privately referred to as an ‘instant hard-on’. Every time he looked at her, or heard her voice, he had to concentrate very hard, so he would not cream his pants right then and there.

The recipient of his admiration and lust turned toward him with a smile. Her soft voice made him shiver. Her green eyes danced merrily as she replied, “No thanks Phil. Besides, my son and I share the same Birthdays, which just happens to be today and since it’s Friday, we thought we might stay out late tonight and celebrate together. And you know I haven’t dated anyone since Bob’s death, not to mention the fact that I don’t believe I should date anyone with whom I do business.”

“I had to try”, Phil shrugged philosophically, “and I’ve asked you every time I’ve seen you since Bob died, and I wouldn’t want the best looking lady on the west coast to think that she didn’t have it any more, because believe me, have you GOT IT!” He paused, not sure he should continue, then said, “Really Sue, it’s been two years since Bob died. As his best friend, I know he would have wanted you to find someone else!”

“Thanks Phil. I know you care, but I’m just not ready yet. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be all right.”

“Okay”, he sighed. “I’ve gotta get going. Happy Birthday! I’ll see you next month. Oh”, he paused, halfway to the door, “think about my offer, I’m offering you a good price!”

“I know, and I promise I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask. See ya!” and with that, he was out the door.

For a long time, Sue sat and stared out her office window. She had not been entirely honest with Phil. Although she was thirty-nine years old, she still didn’t look a day older than she did when her son Andy was born eighteen years ago. She was still a very sexually oriented woman, whose two-year abstinence from anything sexual but self-gratification increased her lust daily. Lately, it was getting to the point where she not only had to get herself off every night, but every morning as well.

A smile crossed her lips as she thought of what poor Phil’s reaction would be, if he could see the lingerie she loved to wear every day. She nodded to herself as she thought of just how sexually governed her dressing habits were. There was nothing wrong with her sensuality; she just didn’t choose to share it with anyone yet. Lately, she had even thought of testing the waters with another woman, but hadn’t pursued those thoughts beyond her own bed as she masturbated. These thoughts caused her to think of her Corporate Director in the office next to hers.

Sally used to be their baby-sitter whenever she and Bob had wanted to go out. She was a very smart and sensible young lady, who had turned into a brilliant and beautiful young woman. After she had graduated from University with a degree in Business, she had come to work for her husband’s computer software firm. She had quickly worked her way through the Company, until she held the highest position next to her own, and all by the time she was twenty-five.

It was Sally, who had become a part of her masturbation fantasies. She was the same height as Sue’s 5′ 10″ and had long tapering legs with strong looking thighs. Her long brown hair fell halfway between her shoulders and her wonderfully rounded buttocks. Her 38DD sized breasts looked even bigger due to her flat tummy, and as if her face wasn’t beautiful enough already, her deep blue eyes gave her a spectacular finish.

Sue’s lustful thoughts of Sally weren’t without just cause. About a month before, the two of them had been out celebrating together, after they had closed a business deal that was worth a net of ten million dollars per year. Late in the evening, after having consumed a fair amount of wine, and while the Company chauffeur was taking them to their homes, Sally had tentatively let it out that she was bisexual. In the same breath, she had told Sally how much she admired her, emphasizing her assertion, with a light hand on Sue’s upper thigh, fairly close to her groin. She had slowly removed her hand after about five seconds, and nothing further had been said about that night since then.

‘God’ she thought, ‘these thoughts are driving me nuts!’ She glanced at her watch. It was one-thirty p.m. Suddenly she made a decision. She reached over her desk and pushed a button on her phone.

“Sally Huddle”, the cheerful voice said over the speaker.

“Sally, could you come into my office for a few moments, and bring your diary?” asked Sue.

“Be there in a sec” she replied.

In short order, Sally knocked on the door and entered, closing the door behind her. “What’s up?” she queried as she turned and walked towards Sally’s desk. Sue motioned for her to come around the desk as she said, “I really need a break! I thought I might take a couple of weeks off and get away somewhere, şişli escort so we need to take a look at our diaries and see when I can get away.”

Sally walked around the end of Sue’s desk and stood to Sue’s left right beside her chair. She opened her diary and placed it on Sue’s desk, leaning over. What with her thoughts of a few moments before, Sue couldn’t help but notice how this pushed Sally’s buttocks out provocatively.

“How soon would you like to get away?” she asked.

Sue had to clear her throat a couple times before she could reply. “As soon as we think I can get away!” Her left arm trembled as she slowly brought it up, and hesitantly placed her hand on the back of Sally’s thigh, who didn’t react to this. Slowly, Sue began to lightly caress Sally’s leg, moving a bit higher and towards the inside of her leg.

Sally, who was leaning on her hands, slowly turned her head to look questioningly at Sue. For a long moment, they looked into each other’s eyes. Finally, Sally gently turned toward Sue, still bent over, until her face was inches from Sue’s. Then she hesitated, while soft puffs of breath wafted against Sue’s face. Sue’s nostrils flared as they took in the scent of Sally’s perfume. Gently, they brought their faces together, until their lips lightly touched. Their caress-like kiss gradually turned more insistent.

Sue’s hand movements grew bolder between Sally’s legs, sliding higher up the soft inner thigh. Sally shifted her legs, moving them farther apart. The thumb of Sue’s exploring hand encountered the crotch of Sally’s panties.

At the same moment, she felt Sally’s hand touch her right breast with a knowing touch, giving a firm but gentle squeeze. Sue’s pussy began to tingle, causing her to moan into Sally’s mouth. Gently, she pulled away and took a deep breath.

“I think we should go to my house and continue there, where we can relax and not risk being interrupted.

“Now?” Sally responded. It was more of a suggestion than a question.

“God, yes!” Sue replied. “I don’t think I could wait out the afternoon!”

Sally grinned. “I know exactly what you mean!”

They pulled apart and straightened their clothing. They stepped into the outer office. On the way out, Sue told her secretary Jane that they had to go out unexpectedly and would be unavailable until the following Tuesday, it being the beginning of a long weekend. Once they were in the underground car park, they couldn’t get to their cars fast enough. Sue had sent the chauffeur to pick up Andy at his private school. She glanced at her watch. ‘Good,’ she thought, he wasn’t due to arrive until around six p.m.

Andy entered the house with his bags. He had sent the chauffeur home, who had received a call on the limousine’s phone on the way back, telling him that his daughter had been seriously hurt in a school accident. He figured he and his mother could do without the limousine for the weekend.

He carried his bags up the stairs and put them on the bed in his room. He took out his shaving kit and headed for the adjoining bathroom, which he shared with his Mom. He opened the door and put the kit on the vanity, while thinking of the upcoming evening’s celebrations with his Mom. It was then that he noticed the moaning sounds coming from his Mother’s bedroom.

Puzzled, he stepped to the other door, which was ajar and began to push it further open. He stopped in surprise, taking in the scene on his Mother’s bed.

His Mom lay on her bed totally nude, her legs drawn up and spread invitingly. An equally nude Sally was on her knees and elbows over his Mom, her head buried between his Mother’s thighs, while Sue’s head tossed back and forth, her eyes closed and her hands busy with Sally’s pussy and ass.

Andy had always considered his Mom to be extraordinarily beautiful, but, seeing her like this in wanton abandon, showed him a whole new aspect of his Mother. One of a very sexy, sensuous woman, which made her that much more beautiful. As for Sally, he had fantasized about her for years, and seeing the two of them together like this, gave him an instant and incredible hard-on, and filled him with a powerful lust. It also left him at a loss as to what to do.

It was at that moment, that Sally opened her eyes, while her face was towards the bathroom door. Her mouth flew open in shocked surprise, while her hands attempted to push Sally aside. “Andy! Oh God, Andy! What are you doing home so early?” Both she and Sally scrambled off the bed, at first too shocked to attempt to cover themselves. Andy was able to take a long appreciative look at the full frontal views they presented.

He gazed longest at his mother. She had medium long black hair and even in shock, a classic face. Her melon-sized breasts sat firm on her chest, thrusting forward proudly, and at the moment jiggled excitingly from her heavy breathing. He noticed with excitement, that her breasts were capped with huge tuzla escort dark brown nipples, which as a result of his Mother’s recent arousal, puckered out at least an inch. His eyes traveled over her firm, smooth and creamy skin, noting there were no wrinkles as they traveled downwards.

Her abdomen was taut and flat. Her hips flared out very nicely, then tapered down into firm, muscular thighs and beautiful legs. Even her feet were beautiful. His eyes shot back up to the juncture of her thighs. Her pubic hairs were as black as ebony and he was further excited to notice that it was not too bushy. They were sparse enough that he could see her pink pussy lips peeking through, still open a bit with her ebbing excitement.

By this time, both women had recovered enough to start getting dressed. As his mother was getting her robe, Andy noticed her ass. It jutted out and moved enticingly as she walked towards the side of the bed, where her clothes lay. Andy turned back to his room.

He lay on his back on his bed. His mind was filled with turmoil. For the first time, he was viewing his Mother as a desirable woman, one that men would look upon with sexual thoughts. He didn’t know what to think about what he had just seen. He had been thinking of mentioning to his Mother that perhaps it was time she got involved in the social scene.

He could hear his Mother and Sally talking quietly as they moved along the hall and down the stairs. In short order, he heard Sally’s car start up and drive away. For a few moments silence reigned in the house. Then, there was a soft knock at his bathroom door.

“Andy, may I come in? I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me right now, but, I do think we’ll need to talk soon.”

“Come in Mom.”

The door opened and his Mother stepped in. She had grabbed the first robe she’d encountered and it was her short red silk one. It covered only about six inches past the underside of her bottom. The material was thin enough that the tips of her nipples still showed through. Sue sat on the side of his bed.

“Andy, I want you to know that I’m sorry you saw that, but, I also want you to understand that I’m not apologizing for what I did. I’m a grown woman, and I think I have the right to conduct my own life as I see fit. In time I hope you will come to understand that, and that eventually, you will come to forgive me for your having seen it. Although my sexual activities are not really your concern, I want you to know, that not only was that the first time that I have shared a sexual experience with someone since your Dad died, but it was also my first time ever with a woman.” She sighed. “God, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this! I guess it’s because I have been so lonely since Bob died.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Mom? I would have come home and gone to school here.”

“That wouldn’t have been fair to you, besides, it doesn’t really matter now.” In her desire to communicate earnestly with him, she turned towards him, drawing one bent leg up onto his bed. She didn’t realize that in so doing, her robe moved up her thighs enough that he could clearly see the crotch of her black lace see-through panties. She also leaned forward and caressed his cheek.

The front or her robe opened wide, exposing her breasts. Andy got a good look at them and her stupendous nipples. His erection was back, tenting up the front of his loose tennis shorts. Her eyes followed his gaze. She blushed and moved to close up her robe.

Without even thinking about it, Andy reached out and gently took her wrists in his grasp, gently pulling her hands down into her lap, and also preventing her from sitting up.

“Please don’t Mom,” Andy almost moaned, “they’re so beautiful. Please let me look at them?”

Sue sat frozen indecisively. Gently she shook her head. “It’s wrong Andy,” she whispered.

“Please Mom,” Andy said again.

The anguish in his voice tore at Sue’s heart. A war was being fought in her head. She knew it was wrong, but she loved him so. And God help her, she and Sally hadn’t had time to fulfill their lust and she was aching for release. Also, he looked so much like Bob did at his age. While she was agonizing with these thoughts, Andy released her wrists, reached forward, slipped his hands inside her robe and cupped her breasts. She had just decided that she shouldn’t allow this, when she felt his hands on her breasts. When his thumbs flicked gently, almost reverently back and forth across her nipples, they sprang forth instantly. Andy marveled at how far they stuck out. Sue felt a delicious tremor run through her body, right down to her pussy, making it feel as if it were on fire.

She spread her hands helplessly, and her right hand encountered his hard-on. At the contact, an electric shock sent another tremor through her. Her hand closed convulsively around it and she felt it jerk in response. ‘Jesus it’s so big’ she thought. She couldn’t stop pendik escort herself now even if she wanted to, let alone Andy, and she was honest enough with herself to admit it. She became aware that he was saying something to her.

“Sorry?” She refocused her gaze on him.

“Please Mom, take off your robe, I want to see you again! I want to make sure I wasn’t dreaming earlier. You looked so beautiful before. Please Mom?”

As if she was the one who was dreaming, Sue rose to her feet, standing close to the bed. As she undid the sash of her robe, she saw his cock jerk with excitement. Her hands shook as she reached up near her shoulders to remove her robe. He slid over to the side of his bed and began to caress her thigh, as she slid her robe off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

“Your panties too Mom. I want to see all of you!”

‘Yes!’ she thought. ‘I want to show you all of me. God, how this excites me!’

Andy moaned as she slid her panties off. He started to take off his tennis shorts.

“No!” she thought. “Let me do it! I want to undress you. Jesus, I want to undress you so badly.”

“I want you to undress me too Mom!”

Sue hadn’t realized that she had spoken her thoughts allowed. The thought of having spoken to her son like that excited her even further. Suddenly, a sense of urgency overwhelmed her. She couldn’t undress him fast enough. As she pulled his underpants down his legs, his manhood popped up to stand at stiff attention. ‘Wow! He’s not just big, he’s huge!!’

Placing her hands on the insides of his thighs, she gently urged him to spread his legs. When he had done so, she lifted first one leg over his near one, then the other, giving him a good look at her pussy. She saw the desire flash in his eyes. She knelt between his legs and brought her face down close to his cock. She stared at it for a moment, and then she looked up past it, along his body and into his eyes.

“Would you like me to suck your prick?” she asked him in a husky voice.

“Shit! YES MOM!!” he exclaimed.

She shivered as she watched the lust for her smouldering in his eyes.

She gently grasped his cock, thrilling to the silky feel of its skin. She breathed its manly odour in deeply. She parted her lips and her tongue snaked out to wrap around its head. Sue pulled back for a moment to watch its head glistening in the light with her saliva. As She watched, pre-come began to seep out of the hole at the tip of its head. Seeing this, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to wait to long to feel its length sliding inside her. She looked back up at him, to find his unwavering gaze fixed on her every movement.

“In a couple of minutes, I’m going to sit on your prick. I know I can’t wait much longer, but I promise you, that later I’ll suck you off till you come. Where would you like to cum Andy? In my mouth, on my face and neck, on my tits, my pussy, or my ass?”

“Oh shit Mom! I want to come all over you. Even in your hair!”

“Okay baby, wherever you want! Whenever you want! We’ve got lot’s of screws ahead of us!”

As Sue placed his cock in her mouth, she found it hard to believe that she was talking like this. She had never talked so crudely, so wantonly in any previous sexual experience. It filled her with even more lust.

“God Mom! I want in you! I don’t know how much longer I can last!”

“Okay baby. Just hold on a while longer. I’m going to stick your cock in my cunt now!” and so saying, Sue got up and straddled his hips.

Slowly, she lowered her pussy toward his stiff rod, looking into his eyes the entire time. She held his manhood with one hand, and reached down to spread the lips of her pussy with the other. His eyes opened wide as he felt and watched his cock slide into her. Sue trembled excitedly as his length slid into her. It excited her no end to watch him watching her. When his entire length was within her, she paused for a moment, smiled and said, “Now my son, I’m going to fuck you till we both come!” And with that she began to slide herself up and down his length. She knew this wasn’t going to be long screw, but there would be plenty of others and for an infinite variety of time periods.

Sue cupped her breasts and began to tweak the nipples. This spurred Andy into moving with her. They bucked together for a few moments.

“Fuck me baby. Then shoot your come into me or onto me, wherever you want! Just let me know where you want to come and give me enough time to get into position!”

With that, Sue did something she knew was guaranteed to do the trick. It was something she had never done before, because it was something she had only discovered that she could do, while watching a porno movie while masturbating.

She cupped the underside of her tits, grasped them firmly and brought them up towards her chin. Dropping her head, she then proceeded to lick, suck and bite her turgid nipples. She had seen a woman do this in the movie and so had tried it herself. She found that when she did this, she got so excited, that her nipples really puckered up and would extend to at least an inch and a half. Sure enough, that’s what they began to do. While doing this, she’d been watching Andy’s eyes. His reaction both excited and pleased her. It filled him with a deep lust. He shuddered with it.

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“How did it happen with you?”

Amy looked at the young man in her lap and slowly closed her eyes, her fingers drifting through his hair.

“I was eighteen,” she leaned her head back on the wall and sat in silence, letting her mind drift aimlessly in thought.

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Was I eighteen?

I don’t remember really. I remember it was the night before my birthday and they had a party for me. Beth, she kept handing me glasses of champagne and telling me, “Mom said it was okay,” and “Don’t worry, it’s your birthday.”

The champagne really hit me and I remember her pushing me towards the stairs, telling me to go to bed.

“It’s after midnight,” she held me up by my elbow, “everyone is going to go home.”

Why was she screaming?

I made it up the stairs. I remember that much. Somehow I had gotten undressed and into my bed, I don’t remember how exactly.

Then mommy came in and turned out the light and wished me happy birthday. She told me she’d have a special surprise for me when I woke up.

I fell asleep.

It was two-thirty and Beth came into my room. I remember that, because I looked at the clock and started to complain. She was lying in the bed next to me before I even woke up, under my covers.

“Are you okay?” she asked me, her hand gently soothing my face, “I feel somehow responsible.”

I remember telling her it was okay, and that I was feeling better.

Her hand was so soft against my cheek, I still think back to how it felt. She stayed with me for a few more minutes like that, slowly pulling my head to her chest, until it was on top of her arm.

I remember cuddling against her, against her breast. My head gently lodged over her arm. She kept running her fingers through my hair. I felt her other hand start to soothe my hip before sliding up and down my side.

She pulled me in closer, her hand rising higher and higher until I felt her slowly circling my breast.

I really didn’t realize what was happening, still in a daze from being woken up and not quite sober from the champagne earlier. I just stayed there and relaxed, her touch was so soothing, everything felt so good.

“Is this okay,” she whispered softly towards my ear.

I remember nodding yes almost immediately. Not really taking time to think about what was happening.

She slid down into the bed a little more until we were face to face. She looked izmir escort into my face for a little while, her hand still soothing my bare hips and side.

“You are so sweet,” she whispered before gently placing her lips against mine.

I kissed back almost instinctively. Her mouth was so wet and soft. I felt her tugging at her night shirt as our tongues slid together in each other’s mouth.

I felt my body twitch with excitement when she pulled the shirt over her head and her soft breasts pressed against my bare chest. I reached my arm around her and caressed the small of her back, pulling her closer to me.

Something started to come over me. I felt a sexual energy start to build inside of me, even though I was still half asleep.

She slid her hand around to my back, slowly tracing her finger down to my bottom. I felt her legs spread open, using her hand to push my thigh between them.

I felt her moistness pressing against my leg as her kisses became more and more passionate. Her hips writhed against my thigh.

I hesitantly reached my hand down to touch her breast. They were so soft, so round. I let out an uncontrollable moan as I felt my hand drifting over her nipple.

I opened my eyes. It’s the first time I really remember opening them. She was so beautiful. Her blue eyes radiant even in the dim light, her blonde hair easily evident.

I looked into her eyes as I let my fingers tease and twist her nipple. She looked up at me smiling, her teeth barely biting her lower lip.

I felt her hand drift further and further down into my bottom. She slowly caressed me back and forth until her fingers brushed deep between my legs.

She lowered her body slowly, her fingers now reaching deeper and deeper inside of me.

I arched my back, pressing my moist lips out to her hand. It felt so good. I had never felt anything like it, her little fingers caressing deep within me.

I gasped as I felt her mouth start to surround my nipple, her hand squeezing and guiding my breast towards her mouth. My body shivered with excitement as her tongue rolled repeatedly over my nipple, her mouth suckling me in.

I reached my hands behind her head and pulled her tighter to my chest. Her mouth felt so good pressed against me.

She slowly parted my legs with one of hers as she shifted and suckled in my other breast. I felt my body tense and kahramanmaraş escort then quiver out of my control as I felt her thigh spreading me apart, pressing tightly between my legs.

“Oh god,” I remember moaning loudly.

She quick held her finger up to my mouth. I had almost forgotten where I was, almost lost myself in the moment. I bit my lip.

My body felt like it was going to explode. Every touch of her hand or her mouth sent shivers down my spine. I reached out and massaged her, feeling her hair, her breasts, anything I could find to touch.

She felt so soft, so perfect. I drifted my hands across her shoulders, feeling the soft skin up her neck as she leaned away from my breast.

“That feels so incredible,” I half moaned, my head drifting down her cheek towards her mouth.

I ran my finger over her lips, she pulled it in softly, her tongue sliding against it, soaking it.

She took both her hands and grabbed the finger from her mouth. Slowly she backed away from me and spread her legs, pulling my hand down.

She guided my finger between her legs. It was so wet, so hot. Even my own had never felt like that before. I found her clit and gently touched it.

I felt her thighs twitch as I let my hand explore deeper and deeper, my body lying next to hers.

I slowly slid my finger deep inside of her, my thumb gently parting her lips. She let out a moan, her body tensing.

I bent over ran my tongue across her breast before slowly pulling the nipple to my mouth. Her nipple felt so good in my mouth, so soothing.

I started lowering my body further and further down her. First kissing her side, then her hips and finally working my way between her legs.

I used my hands to part her soft flesh, my tongue hesitantly exploring her, taking in the tastes and the smells. I felt my own body rushed with excitement as I let my tongue twist inside of her.

She let out a groan as her hips pressed up against my face. I felt her legs tighten around me, her hands clutching at my head.

My tongue pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. She was all I could smell, see, feel and taste. Her body broke into orgasm as my tongue writhed deep within her, her hips rotating against my face, covering me with her smell.

Slowly her body relaxed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

I let my tongue drift around manavgat escort her legs and her hips for a while, my hands reaching up and caressing her belly.

“Oh god is right,” she whispered as she pulled my face towards her.

She started by gently kissing my forehead, then my face. Slowly she worked her way towards my mouth.

I felt my body tense as our mouths met. I was so excited to think of her kissing me after what I had just done. Her smell still filled my mind.

She let her tongue search inside of my mouth, my body melting more and more the longer we kissed. I felt her hands searching around me, feeling my breasts, my hips.

“I think it’s your turn,” she cooed into my ear.

I remember biting my lip I was so afraid. She lowered herself down my body, first kissing my breasts. I could have come right there, but she sensed my excitement and slowly drifted on.

Her hands were everywhere, touching me. My skin felt electric. I remember lying there so still, afraid to move, to do anything.

Her breasts felt so good against my thighs as she parted them. I remember her nipples pressing between my legs, rubbing me.

She lowered her mouth to my lips and I felt my body jolt with excitement before she even parted my lips. Her tongue gently rolled over my thighs before burrowing between them.

I let out a yelp as her tongue headed for my clit, slowly suckling her lips around it.

My body broke into orgasm almost immediately. She pulled me into her mouth slowly pressing me back out, her tongue always shifting across me.

My hips shot up towards her face, pressing her nose tight against me. I felt my body shake repeatedly, over and over, my hands gripping at the sheets for dear life.

Beth kept sliding deeper and deeper inside of me, her hands touching me everywhere.

I shook for what seemed like hours, her face pressed tightly between my legs, reaching places I didn’t know I had.

Finally, as I felt my body calm down, she pulled herself up next to me. I could smell myself all over her face, my juices glistening on her cheeks.

I leaned towards her and kissed her on the forehead and then all over her face, taking my own taste into my mouth with hers.

I felt the stirring of excitement again as I moved my lips next to hers and let my tongue explore the mouth that had just brought me so much pleasure.

I pulled her body tightly against mine, our lips locked until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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“That’s it,” Amy looked down.

“You mean to tell me that Aunt Beth was your first sexual experience?” the young man looked up into her eyes.

Amy nodded.

“Yes she was.” Amy reached her hands down and caressed his bare chest, “Yes she was.”

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I remember very well the first time that I saw the woman who has been my wife for the past ten years. I hated her instantly.

Of course, I was five at the time and she was two days old, so that might explain a lot. I didn’t want her around, I didn’t want siblings. Prior to her arrival, I was a spoiled rotten little boy who was doted on by his parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles. I liked being an only child and I did not want a baby sister.

Okay, I’m sure you’re all confused, but I’ll explain as I go along.

My parents brought Jenna home a week later and my mother explained to me that I was now a big brother and it was up to me to protect my little sister. “You can be your big sister’s superhero,” she told me. “You can make sure no one hurts her and you can help me with her.”

Mom had me with that one and she knew it. I could be like Batman and save my sister from all kinds of trouble. I was a serious kid even at that age and I promised her that I would do my best.

It wasn’t at all hard to look out for Jenna. She really was a sweet child and whenever I would enter the room, she would stop fussing and coo and smile at me. “Your sister loves you,” Mom would always say. I would smile and even though boys didn’t say mushy things like that, of course, I loved Jenna too.

As Jenna got older, she would follow me around as little kids tend to do with bigger kids. Whenever my friends were around, I would want her to get lost. However, if any one of my friends ever put Jenna down or picked on her, those were fighting words. I don’t ever recall a cross word between Jenna and myself. Most brothers and sisters fight like cats and dogs. Jenna and I never did, not even once. Big brother was always right, no matter what. I could have told her the moon was made of green cheese and Jenna would have believed me, Neil Armstrong’s evidence to the contrary.

I went through high school as a very popular student. I inherited both my mother’s brains and my dad’s athletic prowess. So I was student body president and I was captain of the football team. Jenna came to every game. By the end of my final year, a few of the guys noticed the pretty brunette cheering from the sidelines. Even at 13, she was already even more stunning than pretty. I had no idea myself, a guy isn’t supposed to notice his sister that way. She was though; she was slim and tall, with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. There is a sweet smile that is perpetually on her lips and Jenna’s voice is soft and gentle. She genuinely likes people and they like her.

I went to university on a football scholarship and Jenna entered high school. She also got our mom’s brains and her artistic talents as well. Jenna could sing, act, dance, paint and write. Who am I kidding? Jenna could — and can — do anything she sets her mind to. My beautiful baby sister was going to eclipse my popularity at school, not that I minded. I was enjoying life in university. I was dating a different girl a week and not slowing down to catch my breath. Every so often, I would stop and wonder why it was that none of these girls caught my fancy for very long. A lot of them were as beautiful as models and it didn’t make much sense that I couldn’t sustain a relationship with them. Moreover, I didn’t want to sustain a relationship. I was a major player and I got a lot of tail in those days.

I still commanded my sister’s full attention whenever I came home to visit. She would fuss over me like I’d been gone a year, not just a few weeks. Jenna would tell me that I was too thin, that I needed to dress better and she didn’t like the newest girlfriend. She followed my football career religiously and I would spend most of the weekend with my baby sister, talking about her art and her friends. One weekend, my mother took me to one side.

“Don’t repeat any of this to her,” mom said to me, concern in her voice. “I’m a bit worried about Jenna.”

“Now Claire, we agreed that you weren’t going to say a thing to the boy …”

“No, you agreed, Stanley Hayes, I never agreed to any such foolishness. Tanner loves his sister more than anyone and I think he has a right to know all of this,” my mother said to him. “Tanner, I’m concerned because your sister isn’t dating — not anyone!” Now I was concerned, hell, I was STUNNED! My 5’8″ tall, leggy beautiful sister didn’t have any boyfriends?

“She has offers Tanner, lots of them,” mom told me. “She turns them all down. I’m starting to think your sister might be a lesbian. The only time she goes out is with a group of her girlfriends to go dancing.”

I was floored by this information. Not that any of us would have loved Jenna any less if she had turned out to be a lesbian, but because she hadn’t told any of us. Not even me, her brother-confessor. Jenna would come to me with all of her problems because I was her confidante and her protector. Even all these years later, I still took that role very seriously.

“Do you want me to talk with her?” gümüşhane escort I asked mom. Both of my parents shook their heads.

“No, just let her come to you like she’s always done,” Mom said to me. “I’m sure that she will, eventually. Maybe she’s just a late bloomer, but at 17, I hope she finds someone special fast. I’d hate for her to miss out on life.”

I agreed but now I was the one who was concerned. I was sure that I was just being an over-protective big brother, but I wanted her to have a full and rewarding social life. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t. I wanted every happiness for Jenna and that included love in her life, whatever form that might take. On my next visit home, I did just what mom had asked me not to do. I took Jenna out for lunch and we talked. I was sure that my parents would be angry, so I didn’t tell them and Jenna didn’t tell them that she skipped an afternoon of school either.

“I suppose Mom and Dad asked you to have some kind of discussion with me,” Jenna sighed as she sipped her milkshake. I had taken her to her favorite 50’s style diner; we had been going there for years. “What has been bugging them lately? They’ve been acting really weird.”

“They’re both worried about you,” I answered with complete candor. “Quite frankly, so am I.”

“Whatever for?” Jenna wanted to know. Her pretty brown eyes seemed surprised at my statement and now that I had her attention, I wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

“Your social life, or for a better term, your seeming lack of one,” I told Jenna, taking the bull by the horns. “You don’t seem to be dating anyone. They know that you go out with your girlfriends and your other friends, but no boys — no men. They’re wondering if you might be a lesbian and they are concerned. It would be fine with us if you are, but you’ve been so secretive.”

“I’m not a lesbian, although I will confess I find women very attractive,” Jenna openly admitted. “I don’t date guys my own age because they don’t interest me. There’s only one man who interests me and he’s totally unavailable,” she answered honestly.

I thought this guy either had to be blind, insane or a combination of the two. Jenna continued sipping on her milkshake, she wasn’t offering up any further information. I wasn’t going to let this one go. It was important to my relationship with Jenna to find out who this fuckwit was and try to set him straight. No one was going to make my little sister miserable if I could help it.

I pried and I prodded but Jenna wasn’t giving me answers with any ease. Finally she just looked at me in total exasperation. “Do you REALLY want to know who this impossible ideal of mine is? Who the unobtainable man is?” She looked at me directly and that’s when I did know. Jenna nodded. “That’s right, it’s you, you idiot. You’ve looked after me my entire life and there isn’t a single guy I’ve met that can meet the high standards you’ve set. So I’ve stopped looking. I have friends and I keep busy but I’m not going to settle for some schmuck just to have a boyfriend,” she told me with a sigh.

It isn’t very often that I’m struck speechless and this was one of those times. I looked at Jenna and almost expected her to say “Gotcha”. That didn’t happen. Jenna was dead serious; she was in love with me, her older brother.

“What are you going to do when you … I mean, you’re getting older and I imagine you’re going to want to … Jesus Christ, I don’t know how to say this,” I stammered.

“There is nothing you can do or say,” Jenna stated in her calmest, most sincere tone. “I’m not going to sulk around forever, maybe I’ll find someone who I will car about as much as you, but likely not. If you were trying to say I will eventually want sex, you’re probably right. I may finally succumb to my curiosity and have sex with some of my girlfriends or I’ll buy some toys. It isn’t a big deal so don’t you go making it into one,” Jenna told me.

With this piece of news rattling around in my brain, I finished my lunch with Jenna in a very perplexed state. Once I went back to school, one of the girls I had been dating wanted to know why I was so distracted. I certainly couldn’t give her the reason. How do you tell a girl you’ve been fucking for the past few months that you really aren’t interested anymore because all you can think of is your own sister?

I knew that none of this was right. I stopped calling the girl because I was becoming obsessed with Jenna and not in any kind of positive way. I wanted her heart in the way that a man wants a woman to fall in love with him. I wanted Jenna’s heart to beat faster every time she saw me. I wanted her to wait for my phone calls and look forward to my visits. My next trip home was for her eighteenth birthday. I knew what I had to do.

I cornered Jenna and asked her if she had a date for the Prom. She wanted to know why I wanted to hatay escort know. I really wasn’t in the mood for word play, so I asked her again. She shook her head and told me that no one had bothered to ask her. I smiled and told her that someone just had.

Jenna looked at me as if I had lost my mind. “Are you crazy?” She asked me. “We can’t go together, you are my brother. Everyone will think that I couldn’t get a date and that you had to take me!”

I looked at my sister and took her in my arms, holding her tight so that she could see my sincerity. “Do you honestly care any longer? I don’t, I only know that I don’t want anyone taking you to the Prom but me. How many of your friends even know me anyway? I’ve been away for a long while. Don’t fight me on this Jenna, you know this is the right decision,” I insisted.

The look on her face changed and Jenna smiled. Her smile could light up an entire room. “Okay Tanner,” Jenna said, hugging me tightly. “I wouldn’t have gone with anyone but you, if you’re really sure, yes, YES, I want you to be my date.” She ran upstairs and no more arguments were forthcoming. I knew that I would have to tell my parents and make up some kind of excuse. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case.

“I figured out a while ago that Jenna had feelings for you and you, for her,” our mother told me. “I know that most people wouldn’t consider this moral or right, but there’s nothing to be done about it. You’ll take care of her and love her and that’s what a man is supposed to do for the woman he loves,” she said. “So do what you have to do and your father and I will support you as best we can.”

The night of the prom came and Jenna took my breath away. My eighteen-year old sister stunned in her gown and she’d had her hair and makeup done. I had gone all out and rented a tuxedo as I wanted to do her proud. Only one of her friends recognized me and a lot of girls wanted to dance with me just as a lot of boys asked Jenna for a dance. We danced together exclusively. No one was getting a dance with my girl.

The night ended and it was time to get Jenna home, or so I thought. My sister had other ideas. She held up a key. “What’s that?” I asked her.

“A hotel key,” Jenna smiled as she looked at me. Even an idiot could have figured out what she had in mind. I went to say something but Jenna just put a finger to my lips to stop me. “Tanner, don’t argue with me either. We both know that we’re meant to be together and if you believe that as much as I do, that means in every way. Prom is supposed to be a magical night for a girl and I’m ready for this. No one was ever going to be my first except for you. Let’s have one last dance together and leave, all right?” She smiled. I nodded and that’s just what we did.

The hotel room was gorgeous; I don’t know how she could have afforded it. To this day, I still don’t know the answer. Once in the room, Jenna’s dress dropped the floor and she stood in front of me wearing only her pearls, black lingerie and silver high heels. She looked like a goddess. She walked towards me and I don’t think I moved an inch. I was so turned on but I was also terrified. I was quite far removed from a virginal status but being with Jenna intimidated me tremendously. She was still a bit smaller than I was, even in heels, so she had to reach for me. We kissed the way two people in love are supposed to kiss, with desire, passion and more love than either of us knew was there. I could barely believe we were really together the way it was meant to be.

Jenna began fumbling with my tuxedo to help get me as undressed as she was. Both of us were impatient, as I look back on it, it’s a bit endearing. I laughed a little and she gave me a look. “Tanner Hayes, don’t you laugh at me. Help me get you out of this thing, I don’t want to wait any longer to be with you,” she said. I stopped laughing and removed all of my clothes, placing them carefully on a chair near the bed. I was being practical because I couldn’t afford to pay for any damages to the suit.

“Oh God, Tanner,” Jenna gasped as she ran her hands over my chest. “I can’t believe how handsome you are and how magnificent,” she said to me. I didn’t know what to say and really couldn’t have formulated an answer if I had wanted to. Jenna dropped to her knees and she reached for my cock. She took it in her mouth and began sucking me. I’m surprised that I didn’t cum immediately, yes, she was that good. I knew she was a virgin and this was the first time she had done anything. Her talent astonished me. She was sexy and noisy and licked and sucked like it was the only thing that mattered. What a sexy little thing she was. “Cum in my mouth, Tanner darling,” she panted as she sucked me. “I want to taste you; I want to taste my man. I want to know every part of him.”

I loved hearing the words “my man” because that’s what I was. There was no one else for me, no one else for Jenna. I let ısparta escort myself go and damned if she didn’t get every drop of my sperm. She stood up, licked it from her lips and slid on to the bed. “Come here, lover,” Jenna said in the huskiest, sexiest voice I had ever heard. “I want to experience your mouth on my body, I want you to eat my pussy until I cum. Lick me baby, lick my fucking cunt!”

Hearing Jenna talk like this was a real turn on. I didn’t know how she knew everything to do and all the right words to say, but she was getting to me. I later learned she had been reading a lot of books and hoped she wouldn’t come across like some stupid kid. God, if she only knew! I got into the bed with her and kissed her beautiful face, her soft lips and cheeks and nuzzled her neck. She smelled so wonderful and my hands slid down to her bra-encased breasts. I reached around back and unclasped the bra. For the first time, I held her lovely, delicate breasts in my hands. Jenna sighed as I touched her and moved closer to me. She slid down and on to her back. She lifted her legs and I removed the sexy black thong she had been wearing. Her pussy was beautiful with just a few light tendrils of brown hair above it, neatly trimmed and soft. I wanted to taste her but decided not to rush things. I ran my hands along stocking-covered legs as I explored more of beautiful Jenna. I could hear the breathy little moans she was making. The most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. My hands touched her everywhere and I made sure to be gentle. I had been granted the honor of being Jenna’s first and I wasn’t going to blow it. She was in the moment and when my mouth began licking her pussy, her eyes flew open wide as she shrieked with delight.

“Oh God Tanner, that’s so wonderful, don’t ever stop doing that,” Jenna told me. “You know just what you’re doing, this is what I wanted, oh darling, I hoped but never imagined …” She sighed. “Eat my pussy darling, it feels so good, so good, more please, yessss, that’s itttt!!” Jenna groaned. I knew that I had made her cum and I got more pleasure from that than anything I had ever known.

Jenna looked up at me with a bit of apprehension. “It’s time, isn’t it?” She asked, her voice going small and quiet. I nodded at her.

“We don’t have to go that far if you don’t …”

Jenna looked at me as if I had lost my mind. “Oh no, Tanner Hayes, you don’t make a girl that nuts without fucking her,” she giggled. “I’m just nervous that I won’t be good for you or that …”

I silenced her with a kiss. “There isn’t any possibility that it will be anything less than perfect for the both of us,” I told Jenna. “This is where we’re meant to be and who we’re meant to be with. I think you should get on top of me and guide yourself; it will only hurt for a few minutes. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll really get into it.”

“That’s cowgirl position,” Jenna said, surprising me with her knowledge. “Okay Tanner, whatever you say. I warn you, I intend to exhaust you tonight. You’re going to know what it’s like to be with someone who really, really wants to fuck you.”

I thought I already knew that but boy, was I wrong. In what seemed like an eye blink, Jenna was on top of me and slithering herself down on to my cock. I was in her, she made a little wail that I knew to be pain and then, all bets were off! Jenna began moving on top of me like the two of us had been together forever. Maybe we had. Maybe in some unknown way, two people had been together since the beginning of time. All I knew at that moment was that Jenna was totally insatiable. I was balls-deep inside my sister’s pussy and she was fucking me blind. She had energy to spare and her nails were raking my chest as she fucked.

I wish I could describe how beautiful she looks, especially during sex. There’s this look she gets and an impish grin and she almost gets a … it’s like a glow. Don’t underestimate my sister; she’s a total fuck beast when she lets it all go. I was royally and truly screwed to a frazzle when she finished. She made me cum and luckily, she swallowed the second load before I could unleash it inside of her. Foolishly, neither of us had brought condoms.

“Amazing,” Jenna gasped as she snuggled up beside me. “Everything a girl’s first time should be and more. Rest up, big brother, because I want this to be a night we will both remember for the rest of our lives.” As far as I was concerned, if we had stopped right there, I would have remembered. We didn’t stop right there.

Jenna wanted to experience it all and that’s what she got. Doggy style where I plowed her sweet pussy from behind and got to view that adorable ass bouncing against my cock. Missionary, where her gorgeous long legs were wrapped around me and those silver heels dug into my back. I barely felt a thing. After we had some food and drink, we shared an intimate bath for two. I was sure Jenna would be too sore for us to continue but I was wrong. Don’t ever underestimate my sister. She could outfuck a porn star!

We didn’t even face any interrogation from our parents; they knew when we came home late the following day. Jenna and I talked that afternoon about our futures. She wanted me to be with other women. “That way, you’ll be sure,” she insisted.

“Then shouldn’t you be with other men?” I countered.

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The telephone call that was to change my life totally happened one normal Friday night and it was from my sister who lives 180 miles away from me. I was having a quiet time all by myself after months of arguing, being harassed and pestered. I had finally got rid of my philandering husband. It had been quite an ordeal just getting him out of the house. And he wasn’t a happy bunny!

He felt I owed him something! Can you believe that? He, who had just about fucked and shagged anything that came his way. I think he would have fucked a sweeping brush from a hairdressers shop given the chance!

When we had met four years ago, I already owned my own home, my parents who were wealthy in their own right had bequeathed my sister and I, a house of our choice and there was no mortgage, absolutely nothing to pay except running costs. We both regarded ourselves as being extremely lucky to have such caring and nice loving parents.

I had a good job, I was reasonably well paid so my life was good and it was cosy. I had never had a need for a man, don’t get me wrong, I have never batted for the other side, although I have to confess I have been tempted a couple of times. But I have had plenty of boyfriends, many lovers and my life was great. Then I got to thirty and I seemed to change, the idea of having a husband started to appeal to me.

The only caveat my parents placed on my sister and me regarding the houses and everything pertaining to such, was. Papers had to be signed by any future husbands that they would have no claim to the property’s and property of ours. Unless said husband etc was to build, increase in size and value or whatever, then they would be given their share. This turned out to be a god send in my case.

I am thirty four now, my sister is forty, and we got our respective properties at the age of twenty, or rather the money to buy the said property. I don’t have children; I didn’t want to bring a child into the world as a single parent, so I was always cautious. And then I met Brian who was to become my husband.

He was great to be with, made me laugh, we got on terrifically, I wasn’t to know he was a serial love cheat. If I had I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near him. We got married even though I still had lingering reservations about it. We had been wed a few months when I began to suspect he was messing around.

I found out for sure and then I found out even more. Every time he went out with his mates, he always went on Friday night, boys night! And he wouldn’t come home until the next day sometimes. There were marks on his neck, the smell of perfume, the odd lipstick mark. Any way long story short, I set divorce proceedings in motion, he of course contested them. He wanted half of everything we had, WE?

He got nothing, then he wouldn’t go, he was sorry, all the rest of it, it never stopped him and the girls though did it. Then a month ago I had the locks changed, he couldn’t get in. He caused a commotion, someone called the police on my behalf and he spent the night in jail and was fined for his shenanigans. When he came the next time all his belongings were in bags waiting for him, my dad was there and saw him off with a huge flea in his ear.

Now a month on I am back to my happy carefree self, or I was until my sister called me, I had no idea what was in store for me, but to be fair, no one else could have known either. We have always been close and shared our lives, even though its mostly by phone and e mail now because we live apart. My parents also moved away last year to the seaside to retire, so I’m here on my own but with my happy life too

I have plenty of friends, I’m happy at work, I have an active social life and unknown to any one, I also hunt the guys too, ha ha ha ha.

I’m 5ft 4″ good looking so getting a guy isn’t a problem except some of them seem a bit scared to approach me, so I have let a guy know if I’m interested in him.

All my bits are in the right place and work terrifically, my nipples can and do send me into orbit if handled correctly. My neck is like a volcano when kissed and nibbled in the right order. And my pussy is very receptive to a good cock. And there is nothing more I like than holding one and eating it! And the icing on the cake? The thick cream going down my hungry neck when it explodes in my mouth because I was the one that made it explodes!

But please don’t get me wrong, I’m not sex mad, I’m not a nympho, I love sex, but every thing is in moderation. I count myself as very lucky really to be the person I am, where I am, and what I do. Life really is sweet for me, especially now I’ve got rid of that loser husband, what a tosser!

I am well adjusted, I don’t think I have any hang ups, I regard myself as an equal to most people. Give way when I need to, and don’t when I don’t have to. But this was all to change in the most dramatic and unexpected way. My life was about to turn on its head and leave me hanging upside down.

The Friday night, and the phone call.

“Hi Claire, giresun escort its me,” said my sister.

“Hello me,” I answered cheekily.

“Huh that old chestnut, you ought to be on stage sis,” she laughed. I laughed with her, I love her with all my heart, and I know she loves her baby sister the same way. Neither of us knew what she was going to ask me would have the affect it was going to have.

“Peter has been accepted for Kings College. Claire,” She told me proudly.

“That’s brilliant Sue, just great,” I said, not realising the possible implication.

“Yes, he starts there in September,” she said.

“Lovely, does he need anything,” I asked, “is there anything I can do for him?”

Peter is Sue’s only son, her baby, she dotes on him and he is a smashing lad, I love him, and I know he loves it when he comes over with his mom and dad.

“Well there is actually,” Sue said.

“What, what can I do?”

“Can he stay with you until he gets settled, and find somewhere later?” Sue asked tentatively. I never even hesitated.

“Sue I would love to have him here, he can stay as long as he likes, as you know I’m on my own again, thank god!”

“Oh Claire I was hoping and praying you would say that, oh thank you Claire thank you, thank you,” Her tears was running down the phone and into my ear! I cried with her, if she’s happy, so am I, if she sad, I’m sadder.

“Its okay Sue, when will he be coming?”

“Can we bring him this weekend, he has a lot to do and sort before he starts. I want him fully settled and no worries, and I know he’ll get that with you Claire, oh thank you, thank you, thank you.” She blubbered. I had to laugh at her.

“I’ll have his room ready for him for Friday next? Is that what you are looking at Sue?” I asked her.

“Yes Claire yes, that’ll be great, but I don’t know what I’m going to do without him, he’s my baby you know.” She whimpered. I laughed again.

“Yes Sue I know, I’ll take great care of him, don’t you worry.” I told her, we chatted about this and that, what she wanted me to do, all the motherly things as well.

I got his room ready and was waiting for them to arrive on the Friday night; they all piled in, bags and cases, a computer, a swivel chair, one of those Tablets, books, folders, a drop down desk. It was like a school room by the time they had finished. Sue and her husband stayed the night and in the morning after breakfast, and after much weeping and wailing from Sue over losing her baby, they eventually left. But I also sensed some tension between Sue and Peter, I put it down to her sadness.

Peter and I spent a very leisurely weekend doing this and that, we went for a pub lunch, he is 19 his dad says he can go on his own! The reason he is starting late at college is because he is taking his gap year before he goes! He is a very handsome boy, and I had told Sue that he was going to be a heart breaker in a year or two. ‘Don’t say that Claire, he’s so lovely, the thought of him with a girl kills me’ she had said wanly.

If you or any one else had told me that within four days he would be fucking the life out of me I would have told you to go and see a head shrink. But that’s exactly what happened, It was so unexpected, so unreal, so surprising, that I didn’t have any thing to fight it, or him with. He took me over completely. I never knew I was the person he uncovered.

From the Saturday until the Monday things were what you would only term as normal, but I was sensing from him a power, an aura, a sense of inner strength, a strong demeanour, strength of personality. He had always been a strong minded boy, if he decided to do something, it would get done, come hell or high water.

I’m still not sure what it was or even is. I only know it is, and was, more than I could handle when I faced it and him. And in my short visits to his home, and he to mine I had never noticed it. But now I could feel it, it came off him in a shower of sparks, okay; a slight exaggeration, but you get the picture?

I had had the Monday off to be with him, and he was intriguing me more and more. I didn’t know, or never knew he had, or has, a sort of dominant but gentle nature, one that I found out can over ride your own in a way that it subverts you. And I was entering into that position very quickly. Looking back, I know now that he knew very well what it was he had, it seemed to generate its own personality electrical supply, which shocked and stunned you unknowingly, but seemingly happily into place.

The day it happened was as normal as usual for me. I went to work on Tuesday morning; at three in the afternoon Peter called me and asked me if I would come home right away.

“I want to see you Aunty Claire,” he said.

“Okay I’m on my way,” I told him without asking for the reason he wanted to see me. He wanted to see me, so I went home. It was the first time in our, unknown to me, relationship, and I had just said yes, yalova escort instead of asking why? I hurried home none the less, he needed me didn’t he?

When I got in I called to him.

“Peter, I’m home honey.”

“I’m up here Claire,” he called back. ‘Claire,’ he had said, not Aunty Claire? I thought. I went up and walked into his room. He was standing by the window. And he was wearing only a pair of boxers. This was the first time I have even seen him in a state of undress. The woman in me couldn’t help but admire the handsome strong young man that he was.

Tall and strong, smooth and supple, lithe and with easy movement. But I also noticed something else. The room was charged, it crackled, or it seemed to. My inner senses switched on, what is it? I wondered. I felt my nipples click on, they stiffened inside my blouse. ‘Oooooh,’ I thought wickedly to myself.

“Come here Claire,” it was said with commanding softness, but it hit my brain like a hammer. I walked up to him, a cocoon of charged particles surrounded me, I shivered involuntarily. I asked him if everything was alright.

“It is now,” he said, and put his arm around my shoulder. I felt like a little school girl in the presence of a strict dominant teacher. He looked at me, I lifted my face and looked at him, it was hypnotising, and that’s exactly what it was, hypnotising. Then he kissed me, I couldn’t have been more shocked or taken aback. But did I pull away, did I remonstrate with him, did I admonish him and tell him to stop being silly? Did I hell.

I let him, and in moments I was kissing back, my arms went around him, and we locked into a lovers embrace. I never once thought, ‘what the hell are you doing Claire,’ it never entered my head; my head was full of the kiss that was knocking my socks off. He took his time, all in hindsight, he just led the way and I followed, my 19 year old nephew was seducing me as easily as taking candy from a baby.

I seemed to be in a cloud, floating somewhere. Here I was, a full grown woman of the world, an ex husband who I had tossed out, took whichever lover I chose to take, went out with any guy I deemed to go out with, do what I wanted to do, go where I wanted to go, and be what I wanted to be. And I had, if the truth could have been known then, submitted to him, my sisters son, my nephew, he had got me, he was about to take me, and I had no thoughts on the subject.

I was where he wanted me, I was where I wanted me to be, although this was still not in my head. His kiss grew deeper and deeper, and I went under with it. He wasn’t stood side on to me now either, he was facing me, my arms up around his neck, his around my waist holding me to him. And his cock was pressing into me, it was burning a hole right through me.

I had never experienced such a feeling of such intense submissiveness, it wasn’t in the grovelling sense, but in the sense that I needed to do it, do it for him. It was just the most natural thing to do, give in. But I wasn’t giving in, not yet anyway. Peter was doing the taking, and he was taking me, I had no say, but that didn’t matter at all, all that mattered to me was the moment.

His hands closed over my bum and lifted me slightly; this had the effect of rubbing his cock on to my pussy. I mewled into his mouth. He then let go of me, and pushed his shorts down freeing the thing that was to push me all the way over the edge. He stepped away from me and I was looking at it, then I was being lowered on to his bed.

Now he was over me, my clothes started coming of with all the help he needed from me. I just looked up into those eyes that melted into mine, they burned into me. Soon I was naked but I didn’t know it, my hand found him, he smiled at me.

“Hello Aunty Claire,” he said. My submission to him was under way. I felt grateful for it, don’t ask me why I didn’t know then, and I still don’t know now, all I do know is I will be his as long as he wants me. It all fitted me so good, and so well, giving him me, was something wonderful.

The thing is, and I have to tell you before I go on. I am not a submissive woman in any sense of the word, I can and do hold my own; I always have done, even now. I am no body’s fool I can tell you. It’s just him, he can literally bring me to my knees with just so much a s look, or a word. I love it, I love giving everything I am to him, even though he has expanded my horizons somewhat, much to my not too keen (at the time) surprise, but I’ll get to that later.

I grasped his thick young cock in my hand like I had been doing it all my life, he felt so deliciously good. I know now he is fully experienced, I assume, though he has never confirmed it, that this thing he has, this controlled power or what ever it is that he has on me, has stood him in good stead. My sisters boy was about to enter me.

I was agog with wanting and waiting, I had only been there moments and yet the wait seemed to be lasting a life time. I couldn’t yozgat escort drag my eyes from his, he held me in space, a time continuum. Like ‘beam me up Scottie,’ as captain Kirk would order. I just wanted it to happen to me.

I felt the nudge, then I guided him into me, he pushed, I pushed, I let go and he sank into me, and we met in the middle. Nothing in my life has felt so good as that very moment. He was flat on me, his lovely cock was where god had made it to go, deep into his Aunty Claire’s quivering pussy. He came up on his elbows, hooked his hands under my shoulders and then he took off!

If I didn’t know what it was going to be like, I soon found out. It was utterly breath taking, his smile never left his lips, he kissed me, smiled at me again. And then the first of many wondrous debilitating bangs, thumps, crumps, and explosions rocked my world. He fucking (pardon me) took me to pieces, to the cleaners.

I just held on while what ever it was he had in his system abated itself, I have never under gone such a beautiful hammered fucking as that, wonder never came into it. I just floated about under him as he made love to me, because that’s what he was doing, he was fucking me senseless yes, yet the love was pure divinity.

Slaps and groans came and went, as his hips slapped into mine again, and again, and again. I realised I was staring at my feet, they were high over his back, my knees under his arms, my hands fixed into his back as I got beaten more and more. I have always been a multi climaxer, if that’s the right term, but only in given moments with the right guy, but I was blasting them out now wholesale.

The term, rag doll, and me are now close friends, Peter pumped me up like a flat tyre, he filled me with cum so much, it dripped out of me as he refilled my vagina, it mingled with my own and ran out on to his bed. He toppled onto me when he had emptied his balls, I just held him and told him I loved him. That I had just been given the ultimate gift a man can give a woman, utter satisfaction, and complete contentment. And I meant every word, and every letter.

I lay there dazed, and as dazed as any person, or woman could ever be after that, he had over run me, defeated, and routed me. I had surrendered at the walls of his mind. And I couldn’t have felt better. The guilt could come later as far as I was concerned. He rolled away, then twisted towards me, pulled my shattered body to his, kissed me passionately, then said.

“You won’t believe how long I have waited and wanted to do this Claire,” no pretences at Aunty now!

“Well,” I whispered back to him, “you have certainly made up for lost time Peter that was truly amazing honey, it really was, and you are truly amazing too.” He laughed.

“Yea, I suppose I am Claire.” I lightly punched his arm, he pretended to be seriously hurt, so I kissed it to make it better.

“That’s not what wants kissing Claire,” he said, looking me in the eye. I opened my mouth to speak then understood what he was saying. I nodded my head and went immediately down on his half still thick cock, the one that had just given me light, and air to breathe.

I lay my head on his stomach and went to work on the young man that was to become my master, it was something I was completely ignorant of, but that’s what he was going to be. I sucked him all in, all out, I slaved (no pun intended) over him, he wanted a blow job, he was going to get my best. I drank down all his and my juices that were over and around him, the smell of us was over powering, it blew my senses of equilibrium out of the window.

I munched on his balls, I devoured him, I fingered his ass as I went. I licked him like a child’s lollipop; I sucked him like the worlds most powerful Hoover. I became almost demented in my desire to get him to cum again. He got fully erect again. I worked hard on him and at him. I loved servicing him; my goal in life at the moment was to have him blow a load down my willing waiting throat. I had to wait a while, in fact I had the feeling that he was making me wait until he was ready, before he gave me his spunk!

When it came I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I really thought I had too when it jetted into me, thick hot creamy powerful spunk is a fabulous aphrodisiac for me. I came at the instant he washed my mouth with his nectar of cum. I cringed around him as my orgasm bit deep into me, sending me near insane with desire for this boy.

I lay there on him, his cock soft now; but still captured between my lips. I didn’t want to let it out. The smell and taste of him was hurting my brain beautifully. He was caressing my back, it felt so sensuous, it was so lovely, I almost cried. ‘How has this happened?’ I said to myself, I couldn’t think how, I only knew that it had, and I also knew it would happen again, as many times as possible, and when ever he wanted it.

I understood inside that it wasn’t going to be down to me. The feeling of ownership was in me, belonging. He was the owner, and I belonged to him, natural progression, evolution in progress, my head and heart told me. This boy had a power, a power that was I knew, greater than me. I utterly loved it and what it meant, the more I thought about it, the significance became more meaningful and more apparent. I was owned, I was his, he was the man, I was his woman, end off!

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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old

*****

Dust billowed behind Royce Engel’s new 1937 Plymouth De Luxe sedan as the young attorney for Greene, Lester and Quill drove his 18-year old ward, Clementine McFee, away from the Double-T R Ranch outside Golden, Colorado. Ten minutes later he pulled the car onto State Highway 58 and pointed its nose toward Denver.

Clementine slid to her left on the bench seat and, with a quarter twist of her torso, cuddled against Royce. Her bare left arm draped around his shoulders and her small right hand naturally fell to rest on the inside of his right leg, just above the knee. Royce glanced down, then smiled at the girl and returned his eyes to the road. At 30 m.p.h. he did not want to have an accident.

“Royce,” Clementine reflected, “Is there somethin’ wrong with me?”

Engel frowned and tilted his head slightly. “Heavens, no!” He promptly replied, “What on earth makes you even think so?”

“Well, I was just thinkin’ about that old man back there…”

“…You mean, Mr. Rogers?” Checked Royce.

“Yes, him,” Clementine continued, “He spent a good deal of time starin’ at me, almost like he was takin’ my dress off.” Her voice lowered as she went on, “and I think I kind of LIKED it, because I got to feelin’ tingly and queasy, all at the same time, like when Poppa, or you, rub on me, you know?”

“Did Rogers touch you?” Royce asked. “When I was in the house on the telephone?”

“No, he just looked at me,” Clementine answered, “But, I saw his thing gettin’ big in his jeans.” Her fingernails dug into Engel’s denim-clad thigh as she spoke. “And I caught myself wonderin’ what it looked like and how it would… you know… FEEL.”

“So,” Royce inquired, “Did you touch HIM, then?”

“NO, No, no,” Clementine protested. “I only wondered… but he’s so old lookin’… I bet he’s eighty years old if he’s a day… and I got to thinkin’ somethin’ must be WRONG with me to want to…” She hung her head and did not finish her sentence.

Royce risked driving with one hand and lifted his right arm from the steering wheel. Dropping it over Clementine’s head he drew her body into his with his crooked elbow and gently stroked her long flaxen hair. “Oh, kiddo,” he consoled. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all. You’re young. You been awakened to your womanly needs. Your Poppa has shown you a thing or two since your birthday last month, and you and I had fun, in your room and the hot spring…”

“When we fucked,” Clementine interrupted, using the language her parents had taught her, “and this mornin’, TOO, don’t forget!”

“Yes, and this morning,” Royce agreed, “I haven’t forgotten. But, what I MEAN is that you have not had a lot of experience and it is just natural for you to think of… well, …fucking. Given all its newness to you, that is.” He squeezed her body and felt her heartbeat through his ribs as her full left breast compressed against his side. “We’re going to work on when, where and how, kiddo, but in the meantime, don’t fret about these thoughts.”

Clementine kissed Royce’s cheek. “I like when you call me ‘kiddo,'” She said quietly. “Momma and Poppa call me ‘Clemmy’ or ‘honey’ or ‘Darlin’. You’ve been usin’ my whole name… but ‘kiddo’ is real nice.”

“Clementine is a beautiful name for a beautiful young woman,” Engel said, withdrawing his arm and returning to cautious driving as he saw a car approaching. “I don’t know why I said ‘kiddo’ just now, but I’m glad you didn’t mind… maybe I’ll find other little names for you, too.” He added cryptically. Clementine purred as she rested her face on Engel’s flannel shirt and idly scratched higher on the inside of his thigh. Then, turning around, she slid to the passenger window and silently watched the modern world whizz by.

*

Forty minutes later Engel drove the Plymouth into a downtown Denver garage near the GLQ offices. “Good Evenin’, Mr. Engel,” said a tall black man in khaki overalls and a leather newsboy hat.

“Hello, Jamison.” Royce greeted the parking attendant through the sedan’s rolled down window. “She’s a little dirty,” he said, pointing his head to the car’s patina of dust and grit, “Give her a thorough going over on the wash rack, would you please?”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison replied, “Spick ‘n’ span. You fixin’ to take her again this evenin’?”

Royce briefly regarded Clementine beside him and thought, “Absolutely!” before he answered Jamison aloud. “No, but I can’t speak for anyone else at GLQ… Try to get to it right away, will you?”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison said, “Jes’ leave it there an’ I’ll get right on it.” He eyed Clementine carefully, but discreetly, as Engel exited the sedan and she slid along the seat and got out behind him. Quite a bit of creamy white thigh flashed under her seersucker dress’ hem.

“By the way, you got any jimmies?” Royce asked the garage man casually, but in a low voice.

“Oh, yessuh, Mr. Engel, you zonguldak escort know I do,” Jamison replied. He grinned broadly, showing an expanse of white teeth and a gaping hole where he was missing an incisor. “In fact, I jes’ loaded up yesterday… You know how Mr. Greene, he like to celebrate the holidays!” He gave a belly laugh and asked, “How many you want?”

“A dozen will do,” Engel answered, fishing a five-dollar bill from his wallet. “Trojans? You had Sheiks last time…”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison nodded, “Pharmacy was low an’ I had to get them Sheiks. Got plenty of Trojans now, though.” He stepped into the nearby office, opened a cabinet and returned with four red tin boxes. “Here, you go, Mr. Engel,” he said handing the condoms over. He maintained a poker face as he sized up Clementine in full, imagining how fine her titties and pussy must be. “Happy 4th of July!”

“Thanks, Jamison. You too,” Royce returned. He guided Clementine by her waist to the Plymouth’s rear, opened the trunk and retrieved her burlap-and-leather valise along with his own packed leather courier bag.

The black man’s hand strayed to his groin and rested on his hardening dick, holding it down against its will, while he watched Clementine’s ass float enticingly under her dress as she and Engel strolled from the garage out to the street. “Unh, uhn, uhn,” Jamison muttered under his breath, “Don’ know if a dozen would do me if I was left on my own with THAT piece of chicken.” Shaking his head at his insight, he slid behind the Plymouth’s steering wheel and drove to the wash rack.

Royce and Clementine walked a half-block to Tremont, arriving just in time to catch a streetcar. This dropped them, a few minutes later, at the great triangular red granite ediface of The Brown Palace, built specifically to eclipse, in all ways, the fancy Oxford Hotel which had snubbed Mr. Brown by not allowing him to register because of his rough apparel.

Clementine, still agog at the sights, sounds and smells of the big city, had not recovered from the excitement of the electric trolley ride when she and Engel stepped into the vast, elaborately furnished atrium lobby of Mr. Brown’s palatial inn. Abundant wealth announced itself at every turn of her head. She felt faint and fanned her hand before her face. Royce reached his arm around her and snugged her close as the doorman signaled a bellhop to carry their two small, light pieces of luggage. “Steady, Clementine,” he whispered in her left ear, “It’s really just another cavern.” He was glad to see her smile wanly at his jest.

At the desk, the night auditor beamed pleasantly as he said, “Welcome back, Mr. Engel. Your suite is prepared. Will you want dinner sent up directly?”

Royce pulled his watch from his jeans, snapped open its cover and replied, “Give us an hour to get our trail dust off, Harris. Send the dinner at 8 and the dessert at 8:30, please.”

“Very good, sir,” Harris agreed with a nod, jotting down the times so as not to forget. Greene, Lester and Quill maintained a permanent suite for out-of-town clients, private meetings and diverse entertainment. The law firm was very influential and worthy of the exacting customer service its partners expected.

On the seventh floor, while the bellboy attended to opening the suite and depositing the bags, Clementine leaned out over the railing and looked, first two stories up to the stained glass atrium ceiling and then straight down to the lobby they had just left. She felt woozy. When the boy was gone, with his silver dollar tip, Royce espied the girl bent over the iron. He stepped behind her, pressing his quads to her hams, and cinched her waist in his strong hands. “I’ve got you,” he said huskily. “What do you think of the place?”

Clementine straightened and turned in Royce’s arms, her butt backed to the rail. “Oh,” she began, “it’s… I can’t say!… Fantastic doesn’t describe… OH!” She leaned into Engel and seized his back as tightly as she could, laminating herself to his front. “I think I have to lay down!” She gasped into his flannel shirt.

Royce, with spontaneous gallantry, bent his knees and scooped Clementine into his arms. Crossing into the suite, he smiled as he analogized the gift of Dodger and Morris to a dowry and now, here he was, carrying his prize ‘bride’ over the threshold for the honeymoon. He kissed Clementine sweetly and placed her on a silk embroidered mahogany lounge. “Sit and catch your breath, my pet,” he said softly, “While I draw a bath.”

Royce reappeared after a few minutes, naked but for a fluffy white towel wrapped toga-style around his lean waist. When he beckoned Clementine off the chaise she rose and went with him back into the large marble and tile bathroom, already beginning to steam up from the hot water running in the outsized claw-foot porcelain tub. “What is THAT?” She exclaimed pointing to billowing white suds threatening fethiye escort to foam over the rim.

Engel shut off the taps and chuckled. “Bubble bath salts, from Paris, France,” he answered, stepping back from the tub and standing behind the teen. “You’re going to love them.” He ran his hands up the outside of Clementine’s legs, catching the hem of her sundress in the webbing between his thumbs and fingers, inverting the seersucker as he continued along her waist, past her bust and then lifted the garment over her head while she raised her arms. Lowering his hands he cupped her perfect upright breasts and kissed her neck. “Bloomers next, kiddo,” he directed and gently palped her tits, encouraging her nipples to spring from their puffed platforms, while she untied the drawstring and pushed her knickers over her thighs.

“Nnuuhhhnn,” Clementine moaned through her partly open lips. “You make me WIGGLE so, when you hold and rub me.”

“Well step into the bath and lay back,” Royce buzzed, “We’ll see how much you can wiggle.” He released her boobs and held her by her elbow and shoulder as she climbed into the airy white blanket and sank slowly until only her pale yellow hair, round sweet face, pink-brown nipples and creamy knees peeked through the perfumed peaks covering the water’s surface.

“Ooooohh, this IS nice, Royce,” Clementine cooed. “And it smells so sweet and pretty. I feel like I am in a high meadow just layin’ in the warm sun and lookin’ up at fluffy clouds!”

Engel sat on a small stool at the end of the tub, above Clementine’s head. His fat hard cock had pushed its way through the flapping vent of his toga towel and bumped its engorged velvet nose against the cool porcelain. He leaned forward and slipped his hands through the bubbles. His fingers and palms slid over Clementine’s slick globes until, once again, he was holding her the way she liked and teasing her the way he liked.

Clementine’s moans became sighs and then gasping pants as Royce sucked an exposed earlobe while he tugged and twisted her proud nubbins. She braced her feet on the tub wall, beside the taps and spout, and pushed. Her bottom slid, squeaking, along the tub as she rose to a seated position. Clementine grabbed Royce’s hands and crushed her bosom against his strong palms. She licked her lips and rolled her head, tickling his nose with her hair as her ear pulled away from his mouth.

Royce leaned further over her face and kissed her upside down. She groaned through his lips and began stirring her hips underwater. Twisting her neck she broke the kiss and exclaimed, “OH! I’m TOO wiggly! I need you… INSIDE… Oh PLEASE, Royce!… FUCK me!”

Engel was feeling his own pressure and was happy to hear her ecstatic plea. “Just a second, pet,” he whispered, “There’s something I want you to see.” He stood from the stool, flag waving, and grabbed an un-banded jimmy that was laying ready on a washcloth on the black marble bath counter. He stepped into the tub, steadying himself on its rim, and straddled Clementine’s shins. She looked up and grinned at his rigid sleek cock. His central vein was distended and his heavy nuts swung in their hairy hammock.

“What do you have in your hands?” Clementine asked, reaching from the suds, beseeching a closer look at the condom. “Is that a button?”

Royce held the circular rolled-up rubber by its collar and showed it to Clementine. He smiled and said, “This is a ‘Jimmy’ and when I put it on…” He shoved his cock’s head into the center of the ring and rolled it down his shaft until his long stiff dick was almost entirely covered by the translucent, flesh-colored, rubber sheath. “It gives us ANOTHER way to fuck… ANYtime… even on your Baby Board’s danger days, and not have a worry about getting you in a family way.” He double-checked, while he talked, that the Trojan was secure and then knelt in the water, seeking Clementine’s hips with his hands.

“Oh, REALLY?” Clementine was uncertain yet, at the same time, excited at the prospect. She raised her hands to the tub’s edge and held herself in place while she spread her knees, lifting her calves out of the water, over the tub rim, and opening her aching waiting cunt below the surface, out of sight but far from out of mind. “SHOW me! OH, Pleeeese, SHOW me NOW!” She cried, anxiously agitated.

Royce had no trouble targeting and quickly buried his wrapped bone in Clementine’s quivering quim. He ducked his left forearm behind her neck for a pillow and pressed his hard flat chest against her soft full tits. His right elbow conformed to Clementine’s waist and he slid his palm under her bottom as it bounced up to meet his dick. “Hyunh!” he grunted with each forward thrust.

Clementine’s hands abandoned the tub and clawed into Engel’s back, forcing him onto her, into her, through her. “YUUUUNNN!” She cried, then bit Royce’s shoulder before finding his mouth and mashing her lips to his, stifling alanya escort further screams as her first orgasm sent out its shock waves.

Royce, pent up and frustrated from a long day’s exposure to Clementine’s seemingly endless, unconciously natural, sultry teasing, worked hard to sustain his energy and delay his delivery. When he Clementine twerked her ass and dug her nails anew into his lats, he was sure she had climaxed a second time. He rammed her hard and cried around her dancing tongue as his exploding nuts spent themselves. His confused seed pooled at the end of the condom, uselessly trapped between the rubber barrier and the spurting slit in his charged helmet.

Clementine spluttered as her crisis passed and she slid along the tub’s slope, splashing sudsy water up her nose. Royce pulled out and pulled up, hauling the young girl above the slosh. He wiped the bubbles away and planted a warm soft kiss on her lush lips, tasting the slightly acrid lavender froth without minding.

“Oh, ROYCE!” Clementine exclaimed, hugging his neck and rocking forward and back, rubbing her still aroused tits across his chest. “Did it WORK?” She asked, as her breath returned to normal.

Engel reared back and said, “That’s always a good question, kiddo. Let’s take a look.” He stood, suds cascading down his muscled thighs, and pointed to his cock, still hard and still encased in the French envelope, but with a great puddle of semen bouncing in the stretched end.

Clementine touched the bag of spunk and laughed. “You look all deformed!” She blurted out and laughed again. Closing her hand around Royce’s penis she explored the unusual texture and squeezed her way from rim to root. The dick jumped and the cum hopped. “Oh MY!” She exclaimed. “I don’t think you’re done!”

Royce pulled Clementine to her feet. “Pull it off,” he growled, low in his throat. “You can put on a new one and we’ll fuck again.”

They vacated the tub and Royce pointed to the scattered tins on the black marble counter. “Pop one open, take off the paper and the band, and show me you were paying attention to my demonstration,” he directed, turning Clementine around. She followed his instructions perfectly, giggling as she felt his cock swell and throb in her hands beneath the sheath as she unrolled it.

“There!” Clementine declared, tilting her chin and kissing Royce lightly. “The jimmy’s on your thing!”

“It certainly is,” Royce agreed, quickly spinning Clementine around again and bending her over the counter. With his left hand firmly on her neck, he held her face sideways against a folded fresh towel while he nudged her thighs apart with his knees. Scooting up close to her tidy round buttocks, he drove his sword in its scabbard into her slick slit and ran his right hand along her tummy and between the marble and her mashed mounds.

“UUUHHNNN!” Clementine yelped, in surprise rather than pain, at the sudden insertion. Fixed in place, she concentrated on flexing her kegel muscles and hugging the trespasser as a welcome friend. She closed her eyes and listened to Royce’s urgent grunts and groans as he pumped her. Her body responded much the same as when she faced him and soon she was grinding her pelvis and dancing her legs as her familiar tension wound up.

Royce’s right hand, pancaked between Clementine’s hot left tit and the suite’s cold marble counter, depressed her stiff indented nipple into her flattened areola as he lunged and retreated, resolved to take her over the edge once more before he lost control. His left hand felt her increasing strenuous efforts to shake free and he heard her squeak and yip as his cock pounded into her pussy and his balls slapped her thighs. When he could no longer hold back he yelled “AAARRRGGH!” and crunched his cock deep into her well. He felt himself pop and pulse.

Clementine jammed her chin onto the towel and sucked the heavy terrycloth when Royce slammed her with his final lunge. Her agony broke and she came a third time around Engel’s solid stalk, chewing the cloth and squeezing her deliciously tortured twat, holding her tormenter in for as long as possible.

Royce draped over the shivering, wet and exhausted young girl until he was sure her orgasm had passed, then he carefully withdrew his quickly softening penis from her flayed gash. He was greatly relieved to see the Trojan was still in place and none of his jism had broken through or leaked. He peeled the prophylactic away and dangled it in the air. “There’s another half-ounce that won’t cause any trouble, Clementine,” He announced with a chuckle.

Clementine stood, turned around and looked at the drooping rubber. “That’s good, I guess…” she said, vaguely disappointed that she could not see any grey greasy gobs oozing from her plump tender cunt such as she had seen that morning in the tack room of The Cavern Mine lean-to. She took the used condom from Engel’s hand and flipped it into the nearby wastebasket where it fell on top of its equally filled brother. “But I have to admit I like how you feel right now, better,” she said. She stroked Royce’s thick shrunken prick and withered nuts with her small left hand, softly rubbed his cheek with her right and brushed her ruby lips over his mouth in a fast kiss.

Just then there was a loud knock and a muffled voice called, “Room Service!”

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