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FOREWARNING: The story that follows is a BDSM scene between a butch and a femme. The word “cock” is used multiple times, but always in reference to a strap-on. So please don’t get your panties in a bind.

***

{HER}

In a mostly-darkened room, you’re on your knees on a folded quilt. I’m standing in front of you in jeans but no shirt. You’re looking up at me as I gaze at your face, letting my fingertips brush across your lips before reaching down and twisting your hair into my fist.

Deliberately, I control the direction of your head, listening to your soft whimpers. Pulling upwards, which forces your eyes to travel from my face, down my bare chest, across my stomach, and then finally straight-on at the obvious bulge in the crotch of my jeans. Forwards now, causing you to brush your lips against that bulge. Then backwards while I unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper.

I love it when you bite that bottom lip. It makes me growl. “Remember how you said you wanted a sweet treat? Well, you’ve been such a good girl.”

Grinning, I watch your hands clench and unclench when I reach into my boxer briefs to pull out my strap-on cock. Once free, I reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup on the table and begin to drizzle it along the length until I’m satisfied. Gripping your hair still, I pull your lips to the head and move my cock from side to side, smearing the sauce over your mouth.

“Lick it off.”

I watch while your tongue slips out, twirling around the head. I can feel you attempting to pull yourself forward, but I give your hair a sharp yank and grin at the whimpering sound you make. I lick my own lips at how your tongue hungrily laps at the dark sweetness dripping off the head of my cock. Feeling something deep inside me twitch at the sight.

Finally, I guide your lips so very slowly down one side until you reach the open zipper of my jeans. God, you look so fucking hot lapping at my chocolate-glazed cock. Controlling your every move with my fist in your hair. When I see you’ve gotten most of the chocolate off that side, I guide your sugary-coated lips to the other, repeating the motions.

It takes every bit of control I have not to turn you around and push your face towards the ground with one hand between your shoulder blades. Holding you down and in place, the other gripping your hip as I slide deep into that soaked pussy.

Once I see the other side is reasonably cleaned off, I guide your tongue to the underside starting at the base. “Lay your tongue flat on my cock, girl.”

At your obedience, I tug your hair again, forcing your tongue to drag along the underside until you reach the tip. I pull your face away from my cock. When you lick your lips, I drizzle some more syrup round the head and along the length. I can feel you trembling, your eyes never leaving my crotch.

“Place your hands on my hips.” At the feeling of your fingers gripping my upper thighs, reaching higher, I tell you, “Look at me, baby girl.”

Your eyes meet mine.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. If you need to stop, tap my leg twice. Do you understand?”

You start to nod, but a yank to your hair stops it.

“Say it.”

“Yes. I will tap your leg twice, Syr.”

I give a small smile. “Good girl. Open your mouth.”

You lick your lips and obey.

Pulling your head towards me, I watch my cock slide between those sexy lips. Not for the first time, I wish my cock was real so I could see if the feeling was as good as the visual.

Holding your head in place by your hair, I begin to fuck that mouth with slow, shallow thrusts.

###

{me}

My mind has gone to that special place of ecstasy it always does when we’re together. Sub space, you call it. When I’m not cuddled up against your warm body, it’s the place I prefer to be with you. I can feel you…smell you…hear you. Like you’re inside of me—part of me—yet outside of me, too. And I feel weightless.

Today, I feel the same, although all of my weight is perfectly centered while I kneel before you, letting you fuck my mouth. Because I am the one in control. I trust you, therefore I have handed the power of me over to you. And only you.

Your hands are tight in my hair. Gentle yet dominating. I can feel your fingers clenching and releasing against my scalp just as mine are doing on your upper thighs. Beneath me, my knees are spread wide, my pussy bared to the cooler air of the room. Pulsing. Weeping. My breasts ache for attention as well above, bouncing from my attempts to breathe steadily through my nose while my body jars slightly at each thrust from you. And further up, my eyes are on yours. My peripheral vision catches the clenching of your jaw. How your own chest heaves.

You finally give me a break and pull out. The absence of your cock between my lips makes me whimper. Your grin is mischievous yet understanding. You know exactly what you do to me. A caress of your fingers casino şirketleri down my cheek makes me close my eyes…press into your touch. I love your touch, wherever it is on my body, but especially on my face. It reminds me that no matter what you do to me, you care.

Without a word, you help me lie back on the quilt. I watch through half-lidded eyes while you undress and your gaze travels down my body from tit to clit. I follow your tongue as you lick your lips. Mirroring you with my own tongue on my lips.

I moan when you reach for the syrup bottle again. Shivers ensue while you drizzle the chocolate from the cleft of my pussy all the way up to the valley between my heaving breasts. Circling each swollen mound in ever-widening arcs. I can’t stop worrying my lower lip. And then my body arches in a gasp when your mouth descends. I can’t see it, but I can definitely feel your teeth then your lips enclose my clit. Then I’m panting at your tongue lapping at my skin on your ascent to my chocolate-covered breasts, my nipples hard at the center, like a cherry topping a Papa Bear sundae.

Once you’ve reached your goal, I finally get mine as well. Your hands envelop each breast, squeezing and caressing while your tongue teases and suckles your prize. Our moans combine, and my legs spread wider, accommodating you. I can feel your cock resting against my pussy, which is sopping by now. You know it, because you grin against my breast, nipping with your teeth, teasing me by moving your hips so the cockhead sweeps against my swollen lips…pressing slightly but never enough.

When I reach to bury my fingers in your hair, you gather my wrists above my head and hold me still. Teasing me more down below. But giving me some respite by kissing me hard, your tongue taking control of my mouth now. Beneath you, I whimper…writhe…sink deeper into that space.

You suddenly release me, flipping me onto my stomach. Gasping, I know to get on my knees and bring them up and apart as far as possible. Before I can even take a deep breath once I’m in position, you push my face into the quilt. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down. The other grips my hip while you slide into my soaked pussy for a few strokes, digging deep before pulling all the way back and starting over again.

I can still taste the remnants of chocolate sauce from your kiss…sucking your cock. The same cock that just backed off and is now ever-so-slowly plunging into me from behind with the same shallow thrusts that you did to my mouth only minutes ago. I moan at the way you leave me wanting.

The heat of your body combines with mine. Sweat on sweat. You increase and decrease your speed, taking me to the brink each time but not letting me topple over.

I bite my lip to quell my cries. It’s right there. I can almost feel it. Clawing at the quilt now, I whimper, “Please, Syr! Please!”

“Yes, baby girl?” Your fingers on my hip and upper back flex, gripping and pressing harder.

“Please, Syr! May I come?”

“Well, you have been a good girl…” you say, but you don’t let up on stroking into me. Teasing me. Torturing me. Pleasing me.

###

{HER}

My fingers dig into your hip and between your shoulder blades for just a moment as I feel another shiver crawl up my spine at the sound of your whimpering pleas. Gritting my teeth…growling, I pick up the pace of my thrusting. Looking down to see the unbelievably sexy sight of the cock disappearing into your pussy, only to reappear coated with your cream.

Over and over I thrust. Going deeper with each inward push. Feeling my own pussy swell and begin to leak while I hungrily feast my eyes on the beautiful sight below me.

Coming back to the moment, I realize you’re asking…no, pleading to come.

I can feel the tremors beneath your sweat-soaked skin causing my own pussy to clench yet again. Leaning over you while I continue to pound, the strap smacks your ass cheeks every time I bottom out.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock,” I growl to you when I release my hold on your upper back. Only to bring my hand back then down in a sweeping arch. Landing my palm squarely on your ass cheek with a loud slap just as I feel the first violent shiver course through your body at my words.

You scream my name. Cussing it.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let it all out…”

I grunt, keeping the cock seated deep inside you while you ride through your orgasm. My only movement being a slow, circular grind of my hips to keep the cockhead moving inside your spasming pussy. Fighting to control my own need for the moment. Panting while I watch you writhe beneath me. Letting my fingertips glide over your sweat-covered skin, I smile softly at your body involuntarily twitching when my fingers find an especially sensitive spot.

Slowly pulling back when your body begins to calm, I watch the cock slide out with a soft, wet sound. I lick my lips at the sight of your pussy hole gaping then clenching, begging to be filled again.

Growling, casino firmaları I reach down and gently turn you over onto your back, unsnapping the buckles to the strap before I lower myself down beside you. Pull you flush with my own body. I can feel your heartbeat pounding just beneath your skin. Your panting breath against my small chest.

With a smile, I lay a kiss against your sweaty forehead and murmur, “Such a good girl.”

Another kiss follows my words of praise. My smile widens when I feel you squirm against me, burying your face against my neck. Tightening my arms around you, I throw one leg over your hip to cocoon you even more.

Even though I can feel my own wetness coating my thighs—the pulsing of my pussy—I’m determined to make you relaxed and comfortable for this moment.

It’s your first time, after all…eating another woman. So far, I’ve only pleasured you. Because you deserve it as my submissive. But tonight?

A slow grin spreads across my lips at that thought, and I place another kiss against your sweaty, dampened hair. I feel more than hear you inhale deeply. Releasing your ragged breath against my neck. An involuntarily shiver causes my muscles to twitch at the sensation.

My fingers ache to claim you again, to show you so much more. Your squirming body slows but never completely stops moving. With every contact of our skin, I grow hungrier to push you to the next level. Suddenly, I feel those lips—so soft and full—slide across the skin of my neck. Growling, I stretch, forcing my thigh in between yours. Letting my hands caress your curves while I press up into your heat. Loving the way you instinctively grind your pussy on my leg.

“Keep that up, and you’ll be getting more then you expected.”

At the sound of your moan, I lose it. Gripping your hair and pulling your lips to mine, I kiss you intensely. Easing you onto your back. Coming up for air only to see that mischievous glint in your eyes that had drawn me in from the first moment you’d said “hello.”

Arching my brow, I trace my finger along your bottom lip only to feel your wet tongue slide along the tip of my finger. “Fucking tease. You sure you want to test me?”

I am mesmerized by the sight and feel of your tongue lightly licking and sucking now while you undulate your hips, grinding harder against my thigh.

Your lips turn up into a soft grin, and you whisper around my finger, “Bring it,” giving my finger a good suck to drive home your dare.

Growling louder, I pull my hand away. Skimming the pads of my fingers over your skin on their downward journey, barely touching you. Licking my lips at the way you squirm and twitch when they hit a particularly sensitive spot. I can feel your quickening breaths, soft pants interspersed with whimpers that cause my pussy to spasm. Finally, I reach my destination.

With a grin, I watch realization dawn on your face that I’m not letting up with my thigh. That instead, I’m easing two of my fingers into my own wet pussy.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I slide my fingers deeper inside, clenching them with a groan. But my eyes shoot open when I feel your hands fisting my short hair, pulling my lips to yours.

You kiss me deeply. Almost with desperation, it seems, because your hips pick up speed…your pussy coating my thigh with your slick fluids now.

I get lost in the moment, immersing myself in the different sensations. Your lips and tongue against my own. The damp heat of your pussy against my thigh. My fingers slowly fucking myself while my muscles clench on them. The sounds of our moans and wet pussies filling the air around us.

Finally, I pull back to gasp for much-needed oxygen, spasming around my fingers when I hear you whimper in protest.

Your eyes are so glazed with desire, I nearly come right then.

Sliding my slickened fingers from my pussy, I brush them against your bottom lip. Groaning while I watch your tongue instinctively lick up the wetness left there. God, you’re so sexy when your eyes go wide with surprise then dark with need.

Pressing my wet fingers to your lips, I slide them into your mouth when you open for me. Growling at the feeling of your tongue eagerly lapping and sucking my cream clean.

“Fuck!” Taking a deep breath, my exhale comes out as an animalistic growl. The beast aching to break free. But not yet. It’s time for something more important. “I’m going to straddle your face, and you’re going to lick me until I cum, girl.”

###

{me}

My brain is floating in a sea of bliss. The semi-darkness of the room aids in the surreal atmosphere. I have sensations, but they are distorted. I feel…ethereal. No control over my body.

Your words—your sounds—they guide me, like a master directing a puppet.

I know I’m still on my back, but your fingers at my mouth disappear. The pressure between my legs is gone, as well, making me whimper. Your soft chuckle reverberates in my head and travels downward. My neck arches in response, güvenilir casino my jaw dropping with a gasp. The sound settles in my chest.

Slight dampness touches my belly before your knees brush my arms at my sides. My breasts heave at your command finally registering between my ears. Then heat—slightly spicy in scent—caresses my chin. My tongue flickers out, grazing your swollen lips.

I smile drowsily at your “fuck!” and then whimper at the sudden absence of the heat.

I don’t need to be fully cognizant to know you’re kneeling over my face…straddling me just as you said you would. My hands automatically reach up, finding your thighs. Sliding up the outsides, barely touching your skin—just like you did to me minutes earlier—while the heat returns. Disappears again.

In my addled brain, I know you’re fucking with me. Probably grinning yourself. Enjoying my reactions.

The heat returns once more but stays this time. Your legs tremble, touching my palms. I grip your thighs finally, feeling goosebumps prickling your skin. I can feel you rocking forward, hearing your gasps when I lash out my tongue, dragging it along the length outside of your pussy.

Hands on your ass now, squeezing, pulling you closer to my mouth. Salivating but holding my desire at bay. Somehow finding a surge of clarity, regaining control of my body and mind.

Taking you off guard, I grab your hips again and roll, landing with you down on the quilt now. Your cry of surprise morphs into a low moan when I press your knees apart, licking my lips…my grin wide and mischievous.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I growl.

At your muffled moan, I get up on wobbly legs and head to the fridge.

Your hiss makes me tremble even more. “Fuck, little one. Your ass…mmm.”

I wiggle said ass and glance back at you over my shoulder. You’re biting your lip. I blow you a kiss. Retrieving the desired items in a bowl and placing a hand towel over them, I return to kneel between your legs. Smirking when you start to raise up on your elbows.

“Do I need to restrain you, Syr?”

Your twisted mouth and narrowed eyes indicate you realize I’m topping from the bottom. That you’re considering if you’re going to let me get away with it. For a moment, I don’t think you will. But maybe because it’s my first time, you’re lenient. You give me a quick shake of your head and lie back, seeming to relax…at least a little. Your eyes shift to where my hands move beside me. One eyebrow goes up, your mouth opening.

“Don’t worry. I will be licking you until you cum. I’m just taking a…detour. You do consider me a brat. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

The corner of your mouth arches now. You’re rubbing the fingers of your left hand together while your hand rests on the quilt.

That makes me grin wider. I know your tells. You may be on the fence of me topping, but you’re definitely in the zone.

I hold up a bottle and turn it to face you. Caramel sundae sauce with a pointed tip to allow ease of control. At your deep groan…the way your knees sway and your hands now fist at your hips, I close my eyes for a moment. Telling myself I can do this. I lick my lips and swallow…hard. Then I stare at you. The darkness in your eyes that glimmers each time you blink. It makes my chest swell with pride that I can turn you on so much. Especially when I’m in charge.

“No touching, Syr,” I manage to say, though my voice is raspy.

My hands shake when I remove the tiny top and invert the bottle. Circling it over each of your nipples, I draw an expanding curlicue. Then I draw a squiggly line from the top of your cleavage down between your breasts to your belly button. Swirling the sauce there the same as I did on your nipples. Mirroring what you did on me with chocolate syrup.

Your breasts jiggle slightly with each shallow breath. Hands clenching and releasing more now. Lower lip red where your teeth have hold.

At your hips, I make a wide back-and-forth pattern from side to side, getting narrower the closer I get to your mound.

Your hips jerk slightly. “Fucking hell, girl!”

“Don’t mess up my design,” I mumble, feeling my pussy clench, my nipples ache. This is as much torture for myself as it is for you.

Waiting until my hand steadies again, I dribble the bottle’s contents down over your cleft. Spread your lips with my thumb and forefinger. Adding a dollop to your clit.

Setting the bottle aside, I press your knees further apart with my arms and lean down, my knees to my chest. Eyes on your face, I see your tongue flicking at your top lip now. Simulating what you want me to do to you but down below. With a grin, I obey and suck your clit into my mouth, caramel and all.

Your cry of my name as you thrust your hips hard is music to my ears.

A hint of your musky arousal is mixed in with the sweetness of the sauce on my tongue. I have to close my eyes for a moment to swallow. Set my mind straight.

Your mouth is pressed tight when I look at your face again.

I waggle my eyebrows at you and show you my first two fingers on my right hand. Grinning when you lick your lips. But when I lower my hand, I reach into the bowl—out of your eyesight—before maneuvering my hand between your legs.

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“Room inspection!” I hear someone say from outside my door.

I open my eyes and sit up in my bed.

Cody isn’t here, he must have gone out while I slept in.

I needed some extra sleep after staying up to work on his homework assignments all night.

I pull the blanket off of myself to go open the door, but realize that I’m still naked.

Whoever is outside my room begins knocking loudly.

I pull the blanket back over myself and try to stay quiet, hoping they will leave if I don’t open the door.

I soon hear the sound of a key entering my lock.

The door opens.

A man wearing a blue dress shirt walks into my room.

He has a short brown beard and a large, muscular build.

He turns to me with a confused expression on his face.

“Why didn’t you open the door?” He asks me in an angry tone.

“I’m sorry… I just woke up.”

“Well, students here are required to out of bed by 7 AM. Don’t let me catch you sleeping in again.”

“You won’t, I’ll be up early from now on.”

He looks down at his clipboard for a moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Tyler. Since you’re new here, you probably don’t know who I am. I’m John, your dorm parent. My job is to make sure that all the students in this building are behaving and keeping their rooms clean. Now, get out of bed and go find where your classes are so you don’t get lost on Monday.”

“Okay, I will.”

He stares at me for a moment.

“I’m waiting…” He says impatiently.

If I get out of bed, he will see that I’m naked. I hurry to think of an excuse.

“I’ll be out of bed in a few minutes. I just need some time to wake up.”

“Don’t argue! I said now!”

He grabs a hold of my blanket and pulls it off of me forcefully.

I throw my hands over my cock to hide it as he looks down at me in shock.

“Why the hell are you naked?”

“I uh- I sleep naked” I reply while blushing with embarrassment.

I see his eyes move down my exposed body.

“Doesn’t that make your roommate uncomfortable?” He asks, continuing to hold my blanket.

“No, he’s fine with it. Can I have my blanket back, please?”

“Of course.”

He quickly hands it back to me and I pull it over myself.

“I should go and let you get dressed. But at least keep your boxers on at night. This is a school, not a nudist camp.”

He walks out of the room and closes the door.

I get up and walk over to my closet.

I pull on some tight green boxers and begin buttoning up my dress shirt.

I hear a notification sound from my phone.

I reach over and pick it up off my desk and see a text from Cody on my screen.

“what the fuck are you doing? i said no wearing clothes in the room! since u broke the rules, i will need to teach u a lesson. casino siteleri and if u say anything about our deal to john, i will make sure everyone at school knows your a cocksucker. take those fucking clothes off and wait for me. I will be there in 20 minutes.”

I realize he was watching me through his security camera.

I immediately take my shirt off and pull my underwear down.

I sit on my bed and nervously wonder what he means by “teach me a lesson”.

I notice that Cody had left some clothes on the floor and his bed isn’t made.

I get up and clean the room while waiting for him.

About 15 minutes later, the door opens.

Cody slams it behind himself and walks in.

“You couldn’t even go one day without breaking my rules!”

“I’m sorry, I was getting ready to go for a walk.”

“If you want to get dressed, take your clothes down the hall and change in the bathroom!” he says as he sits on his bed. “Come here and bend over my lap.”

I obey and lay myself over Cody’s legs.

“This is just a warning” he says. “The next time you break my rules, the punishment will be much worse.”

I suddenly feel his hand give me a hard smack on my ass.

I wince in pain as he gives me another.

I let out a small grunt with every spank, trying to stay quiet enough that no one hears me.

As much as the spanking hurts, it turns me on slightly.

“Are you going to break any more of my rules?”

“No.”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head up off of the bed.

“Speak up! I can’t hear you!”

“No!” I say louder. “I will follow the rules.”

“Good boy. Your ass looks pretty red, I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Cody puts his hand on my ass cheek and gently rubs it to ease my pain.

As he rubs my cheek, I feel my cock getting hard against his leg.

He pushes me off his lap, making me fall to the floor.

I sit up as he looks down at my hard dick.

“Wow, looks like your tiny cock is hard again” Cody says in an unimpressed tone. “You’re such a little slut.”

I stare at the floor, feeling ashamed.

“Maybe if your cock was shaved, it would look bigger. Grab our towels, we’re going to the showers.”

I take our towels off their hooks, then turn around to see Cody stripping naked.

I can’t help but watch him as he pulls his boxers off, showing his perfect dick.

I wrap my towel around my waist, then hand his over and see him do the same.

He grabs his shower supplies bag off of his dresser before opening the door.

We exit our room wearing only our towels and walk toward a door at the end of the hallway.

Cody pushes the door open and I follow him into the bathroom.

There is a large row of toilet stalls and a counter with several sinks.

One slot oyna of the walls has a large doorway, leading to a locker room with showers.

I follow Cody into the locker room and feel relieved that no one else is in there.

He leads me into a private shower stall and closes the door.

“Drop your towel” he demands.

I obey, letting my towel fall onto the tile floor.

He looks down at my cock, noticing it is still rock hard.

“Okay, now show me your hands.”

I am confused why he wants me to do this, but I lift my hands so he can see them.

He takes something out of his bag them turns towards me.

I realize he is holding a piece of rope, which he then ties around my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I don’t want you squirming while I shave you.”

He pushes me into the shower then lifts my hands and ties them to the shower nozzle.

He turns the water on, making me gasp as the cold water shoots down onto my body.

After a few seconds, the water starts to get warmer.

He takes a razor and a can of shaving cream out of his bag.

I watch him take off his towel and see his dick swing side to side as he steps into the shower with me.

Being completely naked with my hands tied above my head makes me feel very vulnerable.

Cody sprays some shaving cream into his hand and spreads it over my pubes.

He moves down to my balls, gently grasping them as he spreads the foam.

He pulls on my balls, tightening the skin.

He takes the razor and presses it against my sack, slowly shaving off my hair.

A shiver goes up my body as I feel the cold metal move along my skin.

He continues to shave all my pubes off, pushing my hard dick to the side when it gets in his way.

Feeling his hand touching my cock really turns me on.

After a couple of minutes, he grabs hold of my shoulder and turns me toward the water.

I look down as the shaving creams rinses off of me, leaving my dick and balls completely smooth.

“There, that looks better.” Cody says as he wraps his hand around my cock and gives it a quick stroke to tease me.

He then sprays more shaving cream into his hand and spreads it across my armpit.

“Cody, please. Isn’t shaving my dick enough?”

“Shut up, bitch. I own you now. I want you smooth, so you’re getting shaved whether you like it or not.”

He turns off the water so he can lather me up with shaving cream.

I don’t have very much body hair, but he continues to spread it over every part of my body that does.

He runs the cream along my stomach and my legs, then turns me around so I face away from him.

He bends me over, pushing me against the wall of the shower.

I feel his hand slip in between my cheeks.

I canlı casino siteleri let out a soft moan as I feel his fingers slide against my hole.

Cody then uses the razor to shave off all of my body hair.

First my armpits, then my stomach, then my legs.

Soon, the only place left to shave is my ass.

He bends me over again and pulls my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole.

The cold razor runs between my cheeks as I lean against the wall.

After a minute, he gives me a light slap on the ass.

“All done. I shaved for you this time, but I expect you to do this yourself from now on. Every morning when you take a shower, make sure to bring a razor with you. I want my bitch staying clean and smooth. Got it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Say ‘Yes, Sir.’ I want you only referring to me as Sir.’

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now hold still while I rinse you off.”

He turns the water back on, letting it run down my body.

I watch as the shaving creams flows down my legs and into the drain.

He turns off the shower and reaches up to untie me.

“You look much better now. What do you have to say to me for helping you?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, slut. I’ll meet you back in our room.”

He wraps his towel around his waist, then picks up mine and walks out of the stall.

“Wait!” I yell. “What are you doing with my towel?”

Cody ignores me and keeps walking.

He exits the bathroom, leaving me with nothing to wear back to my room.

I peak out of the stall and look around for any spare towels that might be laying around.

Unfortunately, I don’t see anything I can use to cover myself.

I have no choice but to make my way back to my room completely naked.

I quickly run over to the bathroom door and open it a crack.

I look down the hallway and see that it’s empty.

Maybe if I ran down the hall to my room, I could make it there without anyone seeing me.

I take a deep breath and put my hands over my cock before opening the door.

I begin running down the hall as fast as I can.

I’m halfway to my room when a door suddenly opens.

A boy wearing a sports jersey steps out.

He starts laughing when he sees me running toward him.

I try to go around him, but he sticks his foot out and trips me.

I take my hands away from my cock to catch my fall.

“Guys, quick! Come see this!” He yells into the room.

Two other guys step into the hall and join him in laughing as I get up off the floor.

I hear them whistling at me as I start running again.

“Nice ass!” I hear one of them yell as I make it further down the hall.

I swing my door open and quickly slam it behind myself.

I see Cody sitting at the desk with his phone up to his ear.

“Okay, sounds good. See you soon, man.” he says before ending the call and putting his phone down.

He turns to me with a big smile.

“My friend is on his way over. I invited him to spend the night.”

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Chapter II: Gods from the Abyss

The first time Huw woke, it was to find a naked man leaning over him. Fine honed instincts drove him to strike out against this stranger, but his limbs had little strength in them. The stranger started away for a moment, then continued at his work, gently pushing Huw back down and continuing to tend to his wounds. Huw fumbled for his axe but could not find it, and fell back down into darkness.

The second time the Celt woke, it was in the light of a dim fire of driftwood. He still ached, but his head was a little clearer. He opened his eyes to find himself in a cave, not far from the sound of breaking waves. It was still dark outside. He was not alone. In the firelight he could make out his battle brother, Aelfric, lying a few feet away. The Saxon was partly raised up on his elbows, and another man moved slowly and rhythmically atop him. Impaled on the Saxons rod, the youth from the pirate vessel, whom Huw had thought lost in the waves. Aelfric and the lad glistened with sweat in the ruddy glow from the burning driftwood. It was clear that Aelfric was still weak, and that his partner was doing all the work, his eyes closed as he ground his arse agains Aelfrics crotch, lifting himself slightly with his legs as he rode the Saxons thick prick.

Huw felt his own member stir, but there was a lethargy on him and he could neither speak, nor move to touch himself. The sound of the waves and the quiet grunting of the two lovers merged together. As Aelfric fell back on the sand, he stroked the lads damp staff with his thumb, drawing a little of the honey there up to his partner’s lips, then sliding the thumb into his own mouth and greedily sucking it. As he did his eyes fell on Huw, and he winked, reaching out toward him with one hand; but if he said anything the Welshman did not hear it, as he tumbled back into deep dreamless sleep.

The third time Huw awoke, the Saxon and his lover were sound asleep, both naked, both snoring loudly. Aelfric shifted as Huw sat up and moved the arm the Saxon had thrown over him in his sleep. He did not wake. Huw studied him — bruised and battered, but his wounds tended to and dressed, his tanned body covered in a pelt of thick blond fur. He had his other arm protectively around the young man, holding him against his body. The lad in turn had one hand clutched at the Saxon’s tangled crotch, cupping his soft member as if clinging to an anchor. The strange young man’s body showed signs of recent abuse — bruises and cuts that were faded and looked much older than the fresher wounds he must have received in the recent fight, or in the mad scrabble for survival after the ship went down.

Huw knew his blood brother, for all his violence when battle was joined, was not a man who mistreated his lovers, and furrowed his brow darkly as he remembered what Aelfric had said about Lodbrog the pirate taking first turn with all his captives.

The final time Huw woke, he and Aelfric were alone in the cave. The big Saxon had rolled over and thrown an arm and a leg over the smaller Celt. Huw wriggled free, and Aelfric rolled back over onto his back, still snoring. The Welshman sat up, and immediately had to close his eyes, head swimming, feeling nauseous. Huw stood up, a little unsteadily, and staggered out of the cave.

The broad white beach sloped gently from the water to a waving expanse of gigantic trees. There seemed no underbrush, but so close together were the huge boles the he could not see into the jungle. Here and there on the beach lay the stiff figures that had been washed ashore from the foundering pirate ship.

He took a few more steps down the beach, becoming more confident in his stride as he went, and stared down at one of the dead pirates. He still had a savage hook stuck in his neck, and Huw wondered briefly who had killed him. Then with a sudden snarl of satisfaction, he relieved himself on the corpse. For a few moments, his flow was bloody but it soon cleared. When he finished, he spat in the dead buccaneer’s face, and looked around again.

A little way into the surf he saw his other companion. The lad was still ballock naked, up to his thighs in the sea, with a long piece of sharpened wood. He stood motionless, his back to Huw, and then thrust forward and down with a smooth jabbing motion that made the muscles of his shoulders dance, pulling up his makeshift spear with a wriggling fish on the end.

Huw watched him for a few moments more, then returned to the cave – the Celt had no patience for spear-fishing, and he doubted the lad had made more than one spear. He saw two deep furrows in the sand, where two heavy objects — the Celt and the Saxon no doubt — had been dragged into shelter. He was impressed despite himself. The lad had more strength than he had initially judged, if he was able to shift Aelfric in his full hauberk.

Back in the cave it was obvious that there were clothes, blankets and pieces of wood spread around the fire to dry them. He nodded in casino oyna approval; the lad was clearly responsible, as neither he nor Aelfric had been in any state to arrange anything. The recent exertion had tired him greatly, and he slumped down on a broad flat rock near the cave mouth, resting his head on the cold cave wall, the chill stone causing him to shift his position a few times before his arse warmed it a little.

A few minutes later, Huw opened his eyes as a shadow fell on him. The lad stepped into the mouth of the cave, with three fish impaled on his spear. As soon as he noticed Huw a worried expression spread across his face. Huw watched him in silence as he crossed the cave to the fire and started arranging the fish for cooking, expertly gutting and cleaning them. He kept glancing over at Huw as he worked, squatting naked on the far side of the fire.

“Is there … water?” rasped the Celt, his mouth and throat raw. The lad nodded. He stood up, moving slowly, cautiously, as if approaching a wild animal, bearing Aelfric’s helmet which Huw soon saw was half-full of water.

The lad offered it to him, his eyes downcast, and said nothing. Huw quenched his thirst, sparingly — he had no idea how much water they had between them.

He held the helmet for a moment, sizing the lad up. He was about the same size as Huw, but broader in the shoulder. On the ship he had thought the lad in his early twenties, but now upped his estimate a year or two. He had a tawny dusting of fur on his shins and forearms, thickening on his thighs and upper arms, thickening further to a dense forest at this crotch and a tangle of curls across his chest. He was unshaven, the hair on his face part-way between stubble and a beard. He had a shock of dark hair, and several blue-and-green tattoos on his bicep and shoulder.

“Do you want to take me now?” asked the lad, still not looking up. He made as if to kneel, and Huw caught him by the shoulder.

“What?” Huw growled.

“I don’t … I don’t mind if you want to take me now.” The lad still hadn’t looked up. Huw held his shoulder for a moment, his expression hardening. Then he sighed. He shifted his grip to the lads chin and forced his face up to meet his gaze. The lad looked scared but resigned, although Huw could see the suggestion of tears in dark brown eyes which made him look lost and alone.

“What is your name lad?” asked Huw, roughly.

“Beric, master.” He said, his voice thick.

“I’m not your master, lad.” Growled Huw. “I am no mans master, nor would I be. I am Huw, and you should call me that. How old are you?”

“We celebrated my coming of age five years back ma… Huw. But I do not know for sure.”

Huw let his arm fall. Beric looked away. “You are weak, Huw. I know how to … how to pleasure … how to please you without tiring you.”

Huw ground his teeth, and Beric looked up at him again, worried, as if he expected to be struck. “Lad. Beric. Did you drag me and that fat Saxon from the waves, into this cave?”

Beric nodded, unsure what was going on.

“Did you set a fire, tend to our wounds, find bracken and clothes and set them to dry? Collect water? Hunt for food?”

Beric nodded a second time.

“Did you take my axe?”

Beric screwed up his eyes and flinched as if he expected to be hit. But he nodded a third time.

“I … I’m sorry, master. I needed … something to cut the wood … to sharpen … ” he trailed off.

Huw considered a moment, then leant forward and placed both arms on the lads forearms.

“Son … never apologise for doing what needs doing. You have done well, and should never be ashamed of that.”

Beric opened his eyes, looking confused but he didn’t try to shake free.

“It should be me offering myself to you, lad. I owe you my life and that is not a debt to take lightly. Had I not sworn to my battle-brother to guard you, I would swear to do so now.”

The Celts tanned face darkened. He took a firmer grip on the lad, despite his aching muscles.

“But never come come to me like a whore again. You demean both of us, aye and my blood-brother who has been your lover. Have you no father, to tell you these things?”

Beric looked confused again.

“I … he died when I was young, on the boats.”

Huw nodded and spoke quietly, sincerely, relaxing his grip a little.

“When I came of age my father took me with him into the wilds, to live under the stars and to talk and learn what it meant to be a man. He told me many things then, some of them wise and some of them foolish, as is the talk of men. Yet let me tell you this, and remember it as if I was your father.

“No matter what you do with your lover, no matter what you desire, always start as equals. Look your lover in the eye and say ‘Will you lie with me?’ and if they look back and say ‘aye, I will lie with you’ then all is well. If you go to your lover with your eyes downcast, if you offer yourself up to be used like a slave, then slot oyna you make yourself less, and you make your lover less. Do you understand?”

Beric nodded. Huw leant closer. Over Beric’s shoulder he could see Aelfric had roused, and sat himself up, watching them carefully.

“Now if you will look me in the eye and say ‘Huw! I want to lie with you’ and tell me you want me to mount you like a horse, or that you want to mount me in turn, then I will lie with you. If you don’t, if you are asking because you are beaten and afraid and desperate to keep me beside you, then look away and do not ask me again.”

Beric held his breath for a moment then let it out, and smiled — the first time Huw had seen such an expression on the lads face. It transformed it, made him seem less a lad and more a man – and at the same time more handsome.

“Huw, I want to lie with you. But not now, because I can smell our supper burning.”

The youth turned away, and Huw laughed explosively and slapped him on the rump, leaving a clear red handprint on his arse cheek as he went to crouch by the fire and turn the fish on their makeshift spits.

Golden-furred Aelfric stood carefully, lumbered to the door and paused by Huw. “That was well done, Celt” he said quietly. “The lad has been badly used, and it helps none of us if his spirit remains broken.”

He glanced down at Huw’s lap. “Especially as I can see how ready you were to spit the lad on your spear like one of those fish.”

He winked at the Celt, and Huw suppressed a smirk and instead frowned at the big Saxon as he went outside to relieve himself.

***

The three men ate the fish, and talked a little. Neither Aelfric nor Huw had much strength, but Beric had energy enough for both of them. The two warriors had slept a day and a night, while Beric watched over them and made plans. They did not speak of the time on Logbrod’s pirate vessel. Rather they made plans — a fish apiece and some fruit was insufficient to victual fighting men, and they would need real food and drink soon enough.

“I have seen wild pigs,” said Beric as they sat around the fire. Aelfric shook his head. “A boar is not something for us to hunt in this weakened state. Thor’s stinking pits, I am weak as a babe!” Beric disagreed – it seemed Huw’s earlier words had helped to stiffen the lads spine. “These are not like boars, Aelfric. They are more like suckling pigs. I wager they are succulent and their meat sweet, for they feed on a bounty of fruit. I have a spear, and you your sword and Huw his axe. Now that we have some meat inside us, we should hunt bigger game!”

Aelfric laughed, then growled. “I can think of other meat you can put inside you lad!”

Huw smiled to see Beric blush, but spoke up before the banter could go any further.

“Let us hunt a pig, then, and eat like men. The beach outside is rich with carrion, but I do not think I want to stay here until the haunch of one of those filthy pirates begins to seem appetising. Let us hunt, my stomach thinks that my throat has been cut, and growls worse than this fat Saxon does when he sleeps!”

Aelfric spluttered, and Beric laughed again, and the three men prepared themselves for a hunt. They dressed and readied themselves in silence, saving their strength for the hunt. Armed and armoured, they ventured out onto the beach. Twilight had gathered while they ate and planned, but the moon was full and the stars bright. Aelfric studied the sky for a few minutes while Beric emptied his bladder, and frowned.

“I think we are very far south, further than I have ever been.” He said in a quiet voice to Huw. He was clearly worried. “We have been gone very far off course, I think, and it is possible we are the first men to tread these shores. I do not know how we will get back to civilisation.”

Huw spat. “Civillisation? Pah! If these pigs are as sweet as the lad claims, and we can find enough fruit to ferment something to drink, I could live out my life here without grieving for a ‘civilisation’ that breeds men such as that raddled whore’s-cunt Lodbrog!”

Their eyes adjusting to the deepening darkness, the three men made their way up the beach away from the rotting corpses of the pirates. Huw and Aelfric were experienced hunters, who had tracked game together before. They communicated by grunts and hand-gestures as much as by words, but it was clear Beric was not wise in woodcraft. He stumbled when they moved into the trees, swearing as he tripped over roots and entangled himself in branches.

“At this rate we will announce our presence to every animal on the island!” growled Aelfric, frustrated. Beric was no less frustrated, but then the big Saxon squeezed his shoulder and laughed and said “Ah, lad, we’ll make a woodsman of you yet. Watch how I do it!”

It took the better part of an hour, but they came upon a pack of pigs rooting and snorting as they gorged themselves on fallen fruit. Without a bow or a good throwing spear, the men were forced to sneak canlı casino siteleri as close to the animals as possible and then rush in, striking with sword and axe. The pigs scattered, squealing and fleeing in all directions, but when the fight was over two of the animals were dead. The hunters, victorious, took them back to the beach to clean them.

Beric, it turned out, was skilled at preparing the pig-meat. He grinned a little sheepishly as he expertly cut and dressed the meat, admitting that he had been apprenticed to a butcher for a time, before he decided to go to sea. His smile slipped slightly as he thought of the sea and of what had happened, and Aelfric changed the subject, taking up with a bawdy song about a butcher’s son. Huw joined in at the chorus, and the moment passed.

Later, they lay under the stars, bellies full, tired but contented. Aelfric had shrugged off his hauberk, and lay with his back to the trunk of a tree, sucking his fingers clean with an audible smacking of lips, his beard and thick pelt of chest hair glistening with pig fat. Beric busied himself preparing the rest of the pig, setting it to cook slowly, to be eaten tomorrow and the remainder carried with them. Huw sat quietly, watching.

His cooking done, Beric threw himself down on the grassy sand beside his two companions.

“Do you think we are safe out here, under the open sky?” He asked.

Huw shrugged. “I saw no sign of any large predator when we hunted the woods. I think we are as safe here as back in the cave.”

The Saxon grunted and stopped licking his fingers long enough to say “And I for one will be damned before I will stumble back to the cave when I can lie here with my companions and enjoy the smell of cooking pig flesh!”

He rubbed his furry belly contentedly. Then his eyes slid sideways to Beric, and a thoughtful expression came over his face.

“You are still a little bloody, lad, from your butchery.”

Beric had stripped to his breeches, and had made an effort to clean himself after gutting the animals, but was still spattered here and there with dark dry pig blood. It was matted in the hair on his arms and chest. He stood up quickly.

“I had better wash again,” he said, worried.

“You should not be so quick, son, to jump up when Aelfric speaks,” said Huw. “Don’t be so eager to please – bathe again in the morning, lad, if you want. It is too late for splashing around in the dark.”

The big Saxon grinned then. “I remember a time when neither he nor I washed any part of ourselves, save with beer for three months when we fought King Eiger’s men. The stink of us was enough to strike a Viking dead at ten paces!”

Alefric laughed at the memory. Beric looked a little uncertain, still uncertain, worried the older men were making sport of him. Without realising, he rubbed at his side where a yellowed bruise spoke of some recent abuse. He sat back down again a little distance away, nearer the fire, across from his two companions.

“I remember that after the siege, the horses would not let us ride them, we stank so badly,” mused Huw. “The river turned black where we bathed, and after half a day in the water we merely smelled very bad indeed.”

Aelfric winked over at the Celt. “I think that was part to do with the way that whenever we got a little clean, we went to work on another good sweat, undoing all our good work washing.”

“It was a bad siege.” said Huw shortly, and the Saxon nodded.

“I have never been in a siege,” said Beric, poking the fire with a stick.

“Nor should you want to be,” said Aelfric a little moodily. “We lost good friends, and both of us did things that were not worthy of us.”

The mood round the fire became darker, gloomy, and the darkness seemed to press in against them. Aelfric shook himself.

“And then we fucked for a day and a half. Fucked to fuck away the memories, fucked for our dead friends who could fuck no more. We did a good job, I think, of honouring their memory by that river.”

Huw laughed despite himself. “Aye, and in the lodge in the mountains later. I thought I would not walk again. Or drink again, after we finished those barrels we took from the King’s cellar.”

The Saxon and the Celt shared the memory. Huw felt a stirring in his loins. He slid his eyes sideways to the lad by the fire for a moment, then back to Aelfric.

“I truly thought I had met my end on that boat,” he said in a quiet voice, trying to pitch it so Beric did not hear. “Tied to a barrel as the plaything of a fat slug and his bastards, then back to torture and slow, painful death.”

The Saxon shook his head and made a gesture of negation. “Think of it no more. Lodbrog and his scum feed the gulls, and we laze on the beach with bellies full of pig flesh.”

“Aye,” said Huw. “Aye.”

He met the Saxon’s gaze and said, softly “Will you lie with me, Aelfric? Like that time by the river?”

The Saxon relied equally softly. “Ah, Huw, we are neither of us as young as we were and I lack the strength to lie with you the way we did by the river …”

Then he grinned and licked some more pigfat from his moustache and guffawed.

“But by Thor’s swollen thews I would like to give it a good try!”

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Dear Reader: You are entering the final part of the longest piece of writing I have ever completed. Finish enjoying it in good health. The novel (and yes, it is an 88,000 word novel) has been split into four sections, this being the fourth section.

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it’s a big time investment). It is also somewhat extreme, having some of the more intense and bizarre sexual scenes I have ever written (though for some of you faithful readers, that will be the appeal!). Further I warn you that not every section has incest content, though there is a lot of that in here, as well as other kinds of taboo. The first section was a bit of a slow, but now the sections are wall to wall erotica. With that said, I think the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and, if you go back and read the whole thing, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy!

And please let me know what you think.

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Recap: In section one, our hero Ellie (or Lizzie) Abood decided to pledge the same sorority as her older sister Lily. Lily was extremely upset, but Ellie couldn’t figure out why. Eventually, the hazing started at the sorority and it had a definite sexual feel. All the pledges, like Ellie, are required to be naked at all times. Further, at the end of the first section, Ellie had a mutual masturbation session with one of the juniors (which she was a bit reluctant about). In the second section, things got more intense, as Ellie had a shocking experience Lily, performed an impromptu sex show for the sorority, and heard two very sexy stories from her roommate Lori. At the end of the second section, Ellie and Lori (as well as the other freshman girls) were directed to make an erotic movie in a public place. The third section entirely covered the viewing of the movies. If you want more, read the story. Now, no more teasing, this is about to get real.

Chapter 6: Pledge Week Day 6 – Time With Lily

“So what do you think is going to happen?” Lori asked me the next morning. We were both getting dressed for Friday classes, having just gotten out of the shower together. The night before, we returned to the room just a few minutes after the meeting. Lori had been holding the two-sided dildo and, as we entered the room, she had raised her eyebrows suggestively, saying that we might as well give it a chance. After all, it wasn’t like there was much to be modest about. She said something about how we were going to have fun during the rest of the year.

I don’t know what it as that Lori said, but I instantly started crying. Lori looked completely confused, “Hey Ellie. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to say something dumb or make you feel bad. I was just thinking that we have gotten comfortable with each other and have fun together. It’s like, while we are here there are like different rules, and we can just have some fun,” she said. The more she talked, the faster she spoke, like she was trying to convince me. I was shaking my head the whole time.

“No, that’s not it,” I managed to choke out.

“Well what is it?” Lori asked.

The only thing I could do was choke out a single word, “Lily.”

All of the tension and uncertainty was too great. I’d spent the whole week pretending in public like Lily’s indifference and outright hostility didn’t bother me, pretending I didn’t notice, and it was just too much. You can ignore something, whether it is your sexuality or your fears, for a certain period of time. But at some point, you have to face reality. That night, when Heather had said we’d have another meeting, I came face to face with my reality. I had come to the realization that my sister and I were going to have a giant fight the next day and it was probably going to end our relationship. And all I could do when faced with this inevitability was cry. I collapsed onto my bed, covering my head with my pillow.

Lori had instantly figured out what the problem was (she knew more about what was happening with my sister than anyone else) and dropped the dildo, forgotten, onto the floor. Instead, she climbed into my bed with me. Despite the fact that we were both naked, she spooned in behind me. She wrapped her arms all the way around my chest, holding me a tight hug. She made hushing noises into my ear and rocked me gently. She didn’t try to talk to me then, she knew that I couldn’t speak and that she couldn’t make it any better anyway. She just poured out her love to me, tried to make me feel whole.

In some small way, it helped. I didn’t feel better, but somehow I felt…less bad, if that makes sense. Just to feel someone’s love. The love of someone I’d slept with at that. Eventually, we fell asleep together, her warm breasts against my back, her soft palms across my bare stomach. Now it was the next morning, my eyes were dry, and I was sort of in a daze. I guess Lori thought that I was finally able to talk about it.

“I don’t even know,” I said in response to her question, “I am just scared.” Lori smiled at me, reach forward and squeezed my hand gently.

“If I learned anything casino şirketleri about you yesterday, it’s that you are brave,” Lori said smiling, I smiled back.

“Thanks,” I said, “But I am only brave when my body allows me to be brave. This is about my soul, and I think that I am weak in that respect.” My shoulders dropped, I felt crushed. Then I felt Lori’s arms wrap around me once again.

“Hey look,” she said, pulling back and looking me in the eyes, “This has been a…supremely weird week. When it started, I thought we were friends, but we weren’t particularly close. Now I know that I barely knew you then. This place is like…It’s a…what are those things that they melt metal in?”

“A crucible,” I said.

“Yeah!” she said with animation, “It’s a crucible. In a week here, whatever normal barriers people have between then just don’t apply. Our separate pieces melt into one. I know you better than I know most of my friends back home. Hell, we made love. And it was good!” she said and laughed.

“Thanks.”

“I can’t imagine how weird it must have been to do this with your sister here. And to have…well you know what happened. But you came through this. It was harder on you than on anyone else and you never let it bother you. You just kept fighting through. You are brave. You will get through this. And, if your birth sister is too stupid to want you, know that I will be…I am…your sister,” Lori said. I felt tears welling in my eyes again.

“Lori…” I started.

“I am sorry if I got all speechy. I was practicing what I was going to say all night,” she said, “I needed to be right.”

“It was absolutely right,” I said, throwing my arms around her. Tears fell now, but less from sadness. Lori held me close and cried as well. All you need to have a sister is love. Even if I lost a sister, I’d made at least one more. After a long while, we collected ourselves, collected our items, and walked to class.

It was a Friday, which meant that I had two classes. I went to them in a sort of cloud. It would be wrong to say that I was nervous about my even with Lily. It would be wrong to say I was thinking or feeling anything. It was far more complex than that. An endless barrage of emotions, thoughts, and sensations ran through my brain and body. Most of the time, these impulses were contradictory. I felt shame and fear, confusion, and anger. I felt butterflies in my stomach, a light head, and weak. My hair stood on end, my legs sweat, and my mouth felt sandy. I heard lectures without listening, talked without communicating, and thought without content.

The only actual concrete idea I was ever able to isolate, and one which I returned to several times off and on during the day, was a painful uncertainty. I had no idea what the night had in store for me. Perhaps I would be yelling at my sister, maybe we would be in a physical altercation. I thought that maybe I would say things that I didn’t mean, maybe she would say things she did. All I knew was that I was afraid that, though neither of us really wanted it, I was going to lose my sister. I had joined the sorority. In the balance, I had gained friends, a place to belong, and a new understanding of my sexuality. And it would cost me my family. It would cost me my sister. The person I was supposed to be closest to in this world. We’d been birthed from the same womb, shared the same DNA, and been loved by the same parents. Was it worth it to lose that? Was gaining my adulthood worth the loss of my childhood?

I returned to the house after my classes, though it felt like I hadn’t left. The instant I took my clothes off at the front door, I felt like I had just finished hugging with Lori. The outside world was an abstraction. This was the only concrete place and my heart beat faster as I moved within it. I walked up to my room and absent-mindedly surfed the internet, feeling each moment pass as the time approached for the nightly meeting. I felt fear and anxiety without content. Kardashians, Beyonces, and Paltrows skittered across my screen but did not register. Only the march of time, which I both welcomed and feared. Finally, at the normal time, Lori popped her head into my door.

“Hey, uh, it’s time for the meeting,” she said. I took a deep breath, looked at myself in the mirror (pretty, but haggard) and headed down the stairs.

The dining room look as it had for the last several nights. The upper class girls standing clothed in a circle, a small opening available so that we freshmen could walk through. The freshmen were more comfortable now in their nudity. They no longer tried to cover themselves, but walked easily into the midst of the circle. There was a nervous energy, but a good-natured kind, in the group as we made our way to the middle. I was the only one filled with dread. At the appointed hour, Heather moved to the front of the room. All of the normal ceremonies were complied with. Finally, the meeting started.

“Good evening ladies,” she said, “I trust you all had…fun nights last night.” The girls giggled. It seemed everyone had been riled up by movie night. casino firmaları And everyone (except for Lori and I) had figured out some way to relieve the tension.

“It seems they are getting the hang of it,” Carrie said, like she was casually talking to Heather, but clearly loud enough for all of us to hear.

“Yes, I think they are figuring out the meaning of sisterhood here at the sorority. Only two days left and they will be ready as full sisters. But there is still work to be done. And the people who know the most about sisterhood still have much to teach. Lori, there is no need for you to come up tonight. It will be a short meeting. Tonight, you freshmen girls will get some time to meet your senior sisters. That means Lori, you will be coming with me. Everyone else, find your Big Sister. And remember the rules.”

There didn’t seem to be any need for more explanation anymore. Everyone knew the routine by now. The sophomores and the juniors filed out of the room, a little bit bored. They were all probably hoping something showy would happen, like with Adrianna and I. The naked freshmen girls started to search out their senior sisters. Soon, everyone was filing out of the room. In the end, Lily and I were the only ones left.

For a long while we just stood in the room. Lily’s lips were pursed and she had her arms crossed in front of her breasts. She was tapping her foot, like she was waiting for me to disappear or something. I stood, feeling more naked than I had in days (less naked than when I’d peeled my clothes off underneath the desk in the library, in fact) wishing that this was all over. Finally, the tension rose to the point that I had to do something.

“So what…” I started.

“Be quiet,” Lily said, “And follow me.” I felt like I’d been slapped.

“I was just…”

“I said be quiet and follow me, do you not recall all of the fucking rules? I don’t want to do this here,” Lily said. I closed my mouth and threw up my hands. Lily rolled her eyes and then walked out of the room. I followed behind her. We passed through the living room, wondering if anything would be happening. There were just a group of sophomores watching TV. They turned and looked at me, seeing Lily’s angry face, they whispered to one another. I turned away. I continued to follow Lily. We started walking up the stairs and I followed her, my head bowed.

Finally, we arrived outside of Lily’s private room. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed behind her, closing the door after me. As I walked in, something hit me in the face. I stepped back, surprised, and hit the door.

“What the fuck?” I said, pulling a piece of fabric off of my face.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, it’s a goddamn robe, just put it on,” she said. I looked at the thing in my hand, a dark red bathrobe, light but by no means sheer.

“I am not supposed to wear clothes,” I said in a snotty voice. I hadn’t known what tone I was going to take when I stepped into the room, I hadn’t really had any plan, but Lily’s annoying aggression had gotten to me. It looked like we were going to jump right into this. I felt my anger growing, and it felt good. At least this was going to be over with.

‘You are supposed to follow orders. I am sick and tired of looking at your ass. It’s been all week,” she said. I started to slip the robe one, synching it around my stomach.

“That isn’t what you said the other night, you pervert,” I shot back, knowing it was a low blow but not caring. Lily’s eyes got extremely wide and her mouth got extremely narrow.

“You will never, ever talk about that, ever again. Do you understand me?” she demanded.

“What, that you lick my asshole, you freak?” I asked. Lily walked forward, grabbed my arm and sort of launched me onto her bed. I screamed as I lost balance. I landed on my stomach and rolled over so I was sitting down. “Christ!” Lily was standing in front of me now, her face red with anger.

“Do you think that is funny? Do you think that all of this is funny? Is this some sort of game to you? This is my life!” Lily exclaimed.

“Do I look like I am laughing Lily?” I shot back.

“Lizzie…” she started.

“Ellie,” I shot back.

“Fine. Bitch, what in the fuck is your problem? Does everything you do in the world have to revolve around you fucking up my life?” she asked. She flopped down, still hot, in her chair. I felt my face getting redder and redder. Why was she making this about her? Didn’t she see the irony about making about big deal about everything having to do with me? The contours of this fight were familiar, I knew what was going to happen, but the intensity was far great than anything I’d ever experienced before.

“God Lily, sorry for existing,” I shot back.

“Don’t talk like you’re in fucking middle school. Don’t sass me like I am mom. Just…stop crowding me. Just stop being around me all the damn time. Stop barging in on my private life. How can I…” she looked down at her feet and we both knew what she was thinking, “do whatever I want when you are on top of me all the time?”

“Fuck güvenilir casino you Lily, you think you are so fucking mature. Well guess what? I am a real person too with a whole life that is mine. I didn’t come here just to annoy you. I am just trying to live my life. Why do you have to make it about your life? Why can’t my life just be about me?” I said.

“Why fucking can’t it just be about you? Seriously?” she said, and I was shocked to see there were tears in her eyes, “Why can’t you just do things that are for you? Don’t make your life a part of mine and I won’t bother you. Why couldn’t you go to a school that fit your personality instead of mine? Why couldn’t you join a sorority that did things that you like instead of things that I like? Why do you have to take the things that are mine and try to make them yours? I just wanted one thing to be mine you bitch!” Lily said, sounding desperate.

“Well you like to breathe air and drink water too, I don’t just do those things because you do them. I do it so I don’t die. I don’t go to school and make friends because you do it. I do those things because I am copying you. Check your fucking ego Lily. You don’t get to piss on life and then call it your territory.”

“Then why are you fucking girls Lizzie? You aren’t a lesbian. You had 10,000 boyfriends in high school. This is who I am. I am…I am a lesbian. This is who I am. You are just…pretending so you can be like me. You are a pathetic loser who has no personality of her own. You just steal my personality. And then you make me feel inauthentic. Because if it is just an act for you, everyone will just believe it is an act for me. You make me fake and I hate it and I hate you.”

The last few words Lily hissed out like they were acid. They burned. She didn’t say it like kids say they hate someone. I could feel it. It was real hate. I gasped. It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. My chest actually hurt. Oh God, my heart was actually breaking. I could feel it tearing apart. I know that sound dramatic, but I felt physical pain. The heat of her hatred swept over me and overwhelmed me. My will to fight was sapped.

“I…” I started to respond. Lily was sitting in her chair, her shoulders rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon, her face contorted in anger, I barely recognized her. She was a stranger, “This is just who I am,” was all I could think to say. I was more exposed and naked now that I’d been before I put on the robe.

“Go away,” Lily said looking incredibly tired now, “I can’t be near you.” At first my legs didn’t work, but then I slowly got to my feet. I felt punch drunk and confused. It was like I was concussed. Finally I reached for the door. I turned over my shoulder and looked at Lily. She was staring at the wall, her face blank and slack.

“You know,” I said, untying the robe and letting it fall to the ground, “you can tell me to leave your room and I have to. And, if you try hard enough, you could probably find some way to get me kicked out of this sorority. But you can’t wish me away from this world. I don’t think you’ve wanted me here from the instant mom and dad brought me back from the hospital. But I am here and I have every right to be here,” I said. I opened the door and walked out.

* * * * *

Two minutes later I was lying on my bed crying. Lori was still with Heather doing God knows what. But I was in my room alone now. Completely alone. All of my worst fears, even the ones that I could not completely form in my mind, had come true. Lily had completely dismissed and rejected me. She had done so with a level of hate and permanence that I found almost impossible to believe. It had happened so quickly. We had just suddenly been in a fight and suddenly out of sisterhood in a matter of minutes. I felt sick. My heart still hurt and my body felt weak. For a very long time, I just stayed on my bed crying with complete abandon.

Eventually, I calmed down some and my rational faculties started to return. The hurt was still there, maybe more acute now that I could think, but it was less overwhelming. For a little while I just stewed in my self-pity. Why was this happening to me? But after a while, that seemed childish and unproductive. While the hurt and self-pity was still there, I moved on to something else. Specifically, I tried to figure out how I had reached this point.

It seemed like from the very beginning, things were destined to end up the way they had. I thought back to when I first started pledge week. It seemed from that moment, the die was cast. Lily had been so angry with me, what did she expect? That I’d just fold because she was angry. How could she respect me if I’d done that? How could I respect myself?

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that that was too late to begin to consider this situation. Maybe it was when I decided to pledge the sorority. I could have just joined another one, I thought. But why did that matter? And where did Lily get off banning me from the sorority anyway? It didn’t belong to her. And if she didn’t want me to do it because of the…unique aspects of the sorority, why wasn’t she just up front with me about it? It was like saying “don’t think of purple.” Saying “don’t rush,” had been an absolute demand to rush. Gain, what did she expect from me? What else could I do?

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And I’m not a professional writer, just a normal guy who’s writing for fun.

Thanks and have a good read!

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Things aren’t the same after my father’s death recently and the fact that it’s our semester holidays for us and I’ve to be home to perform the aftermath doesn’t help me at all. My step-mom however, shed some tears when he died, but I do know obviously that they’re as fake as her. When my dad brought her home a few months back, I instantly felt the gold-digger aura around her, the way she dresses, her friends, her daily lifestyle. I couldn’t care lesser about her spending his money or whatever as I haven’t had any dream of claiming his money as his heir. But she definitely looks like she does.

I used to spend most of my time outside when I was in University, so I wouldn’t interact much with her. While at home, she just orders around as if she’s my mom or something while my dad didn’t care about this. After his death, which happened a week back, she was acting all sad as if she lost the love of her life, which I found pretty weird and funny as the only thing she would be waiting eagerly is for his money. I’m sure that she made him write her name in the will, maybe when she’s giving her body to him in exchange. He was 60 when he died while I remember she’s around 35-40 now, and I just didn’t show any interest in his property as I’d be out from university next year, as I’m 21 and I wanted to explore the world first and then settle with my own job independently.

“Nick, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready by now?” I hear her voice and wake up rubbing my eyes.

“What is it?” I ask walking out of my room in my boxers and t-shirt looking at her in living room.

“We’re supposed to go to the lawyer?” she asks as if I forgot about it.

“Duhh that’s like 11AM or something and it’s still not 9 yet” I say with a sigh hearing that angrily.

“Who do you think will do the garden work today?” she asks raising her brows sitting on couch in her blue tight top and black knee-high skirt.

“What? The gardener maybe I don’t know.” I say with a frown as I never did any of that shit so far as I know that my dad was rich enough to afford the maids to do these works.

“Well not today, he’s on leave, so do it and get ready and we’ll leave by 10:30.” she orders getting up.

“Get fucked, I don’t care.” I say with a nervous chuckle as this is getting weird and walk towards my room to sleep again.

A few moments later, I hear my door opening with a bang, and as I turn around on my bed, I can see her standing at the door folding her hands looking at me.

“Now imagine a situation where you aren’t able to pay your university fees for next two semesters…” she says looking at her nails in a bitchy way.

“What do you mean?” I ask nervously even though I kind of get what she’s trying to say.

“You know what I mean. Once I get the whole property, you should be asking me for your living even if it’s just for a year.” She says with a wild smirk.

“And? For that I’ve to do whatever you want me to do?” I ask furrowing my brows.

“Well yes, thank god, you’re not as dumb as your old man.” She says rolling her eyes.

I feel like hitting her to the wall and send her along with my beta dad for bringing her to the house in the first place. The way she stands and orders as if she’s the woman of the house, but that explains why my dad became a simp to her.

I take a deep long breath without saying anything and get up to walk to the garden. I finish the work in a few minutes and walk towards bathroom to fresh up and have some breakfast so that we can leave. She seems to be ready for the lawyer visit, and I assumed she would have prepared for the breakfast. I come out and get into a blue shirt and a blue jeans and the time is 10AM already. I walk inside the kitchen to have breakfast and there’s nothing present anywhere.

“Uhm where’s the breakfast?” I ask walking towards living room where she’s just chilling on couch scrolling through her insta.

“It would be on table if you prepare it, or else you know where you would be” she says without looking at me.

I clench my fists hearing that and walk back to kitchen assuming that she might have wantedly told the maids not to come today. I make some basic level pasta in 15-20 minutes and we finish eating by 10:35AM. We get inside the car, and I drive us to the lawyer’s place and return after an hour. It was just the basic formalities about the aftermath of his death and the lawyer just said that there are some more things to check to finalize my dad’s will and he’d inform us later tomorrow and send the will copies as that’s how they do it. She still seems to be pretty excited about it while I just shrugged off.

She made me do the lunch and dinner and I am feeling like a helpless weak man for doing all this. At least my dad used to get her pussy for being a simp, casino siteleri while I get nothing obviously. I wish the university opens again sooner so that I can be out of this temporarily. I am pretty tired of the day and sleeps early and the next day morning isn’t any better than yesterday’s. At around 10 or so, we receive a letter and it’s obvious that people who are mentioned as beneficiaries will receive a copy of the will and I just took it and opened it before handing it over to her.

I widen my eyes to see that it’s my name mentioned in the will and the copy is addressed to me but not to her. There is not even a mention of her name in the copy of the will. Even I find it a weird as that’s unlikely to happen and show it to her, and as expected, she panics more than anything. As if her whole life is dependent on the will, well maybe it is for her.

She quickly calls the attorney to find out about it and I just stand in front of her confused but kind of excited about this. I can notice from her expressions that she got completely backstabbed by my late dad and that he didn’t even mention her in the will.

I grab her phone quickly, “So does that mean I get to keep the whole property?” I ask directly as the attorney guy is close to our family anyway.

“Well yes Nick, that’s what your dad wrote at least.” He says simply.

“Oh good then, thanks anyway.” I say with excitement and cut the call and turn around to look at her.

Her hands are shivering a bit and her face down, not knowing how to react to it as if she can’t live without this will on her name.

“Uhm, do I need to repeat the hearing again?” I ask grinning inside.

“Oh fuck off! I’m sure there might be a mistake in it.” She says acting out a confident grin, but her fears are visible clearly.

“Are you sure? Because your name and my name aren’t even close to be mistaken.” I say with a chuckle.

“Ok fuck off, I’m tired of this. I’ll find about it by myself.” She says irritated, turning around and walk towards her room.

“And where would you do that? Planning of asking my dad directly?” I ask with a chuckle standing still.

“That’s none of your concern, just shut the fuck up.” She says pretty irritated.

“Of course it ain’t my concern. But lunch is. Make sure you do something before 12 noon.” I say walking towards my room to keep the copy of will in my cupboard.

“What? What do you mean? I ain’t doing any lunch for fuck’s sake.” she tries to act out a bitchy chuckle but end up with a nervous chuckle.

“Uhm imagine your life if I instantly stop your money source. You can’t go out with your friends, you can’t afford your beauty stuff, and do I need to continue?” I ask walking to living room.

“Oh fuck off, stop playing my card back on myself kid.” she says rolling her eyes.

“You get what you fucking deserve is all.” I say shrugging off.

“Now now, look at yourself.” I say softly walking close to her, look down at her as she’s around 165cm or so, I can feel her perfume hitting strong and her slight make-up on face, “these creams, this perfume, this dress, the house you’re living, imagine all of them being taken from you at once. You can’t enjoy your weekend parties with your Thot friends anymore, you can’t use the car to go out. That wouldn’t be a nice thing now, would it be?” I ask drawing a line on her cheeks with my index finger slowly and breathing in her face.

She turns her face away feeling my breath on face and my body up-close to hers and afraid to imagine her situation, “Fine.” She says simply and walks away from me to kitchen.

I shrug off and walk to my room to sleep peacefully again as now I don’t need to worry about my financial problems completely.

I wake up around at 1 or so and walk towards kitchen to have lunch and she did make pasta for lunch. I take some in bowl and walk around to look for her and see her room locked from inside and assumed she might be sleeping or whatever. At around 5PM, while I am on couch lying and watching Netflix, she walks out of room in a gold glistening one-piece dress which reaches her thighs and sleeveless which exposes her arms and some of her flawless curves. I widen my eyes looking at her walking beside me towards the exit, without minding me.

“Where are you going?” I ask turning my head as she is about to pick her high heels.

“That’s not your concern now is it?” she replies in a cold tone.

“Well since 10AM today, it is my concern don’t you think?” I ask quickly sitting on couch.

She rolls her eyes hearing my response, “I’m going out for a party, I might be late tonight so don’t wait for me. There, is that enough information?” she says with a sigh.

As she bends down to put her heels, I can see her busty cleavage through the tight dress fitting her Latina curves.

“It is enough information, but I don’t think I’d agree for that.” I say shrugging off.

“The fuck does that mean? I am going out with my money you cunt, and not in our car, so slot oyna I don’t need to ask your permission.” She says, about to open the door and leave.

I quickly get up and run towards the door closing it forcefully and she panics as she steps away from me afraid.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You think you can forcefully stop me from going out just because your name is in the will?” she asks holding her purse trembling slightly.

“It is not about my dad’s will. It is about your will to whore around and my will to keep you in control so that you won’t spend the money recklessly for your activities.” I say locking the door in front of her.

“What do you mean by discipline? I’m literally your step-mom and you want to discipline me?” she says with a nervous chuckle.

“Well yes, don’t you think it’s beautiful to see how the tables have turned?” I say with a grin and grab her purse forcefully while she resists slightly.

“You’re acting weird and this is not funny anymore.” She says gritting her teeth, helpless when I grabbed her purse.

“Let’s say from now on, you should earn your money.” I say opening her purse and I can see my dad’s credit card and some hand cash in it.

“What do you mean? I have to start searching for a job?” she asks confused.

“Uhm not really. I know that you aren’t fit for those stuff. What I meant was that you’ve to earn your money from me by doing things which I order you to do.” I say taking the card and money out and throwing the purse on the couch.

“What does that mean? By cooking and doing house chores? Just tell the maid to come from tomorrow. Now give me my purse and money back.” She frowns.

“It’s not about those chores. And even for them, no, I won’t recruit maids, you’re supposed to do them from tomorrow if you want to stay here and get your living.” I say walking towards couch and sits while she stands there confused and helpless.

“I meant to say the chores which you used to do to my dad to get your money when he was alive.” I say looking at her with a grin.

“Oh fuck no. I see where this is going and no. That won’t happen.” She says shaking her head as she gets what I mean.

“That will happen, because you want these other things to happen like partying and hanging out. Don’t you think so?” I ask showing her the money to lure her.

She closes her eyes hearing that and opens to look at the time on the clock and it’s getting already late for her.

“Look, you got me wrong, I’m not that kind of woman who does those things for money.” She says trying to smile looking at me.

“Look at yourself. Those curves, that ass, that rack, your way of talking, your friend’s circle, the way you manipulated my day and ALMOST got the whole property…” I say with a chuckle. “You should at least be happy that I still didn’t kick you out.” I say shrugging off.

She takes a deep breath helpless and walks towards me slowly and look down at me standing in front of me, “Look, why don’t we deal with this rationally? Please? You can give me my money and purse back and I would do some chores like cooking and cleaning from tomorrow?” she tries to persuade me gently.

“Sit down, I mean kneel down. Let’s discuss this rationally.” I say gesturing with my hand and lean back relaxed.

She rolls her eyes hearing that and kneels down slowly and look at me, “OK? Now please give them to me.” She says with a slight smile.

“Not yet, I wanna see your skills. The skills you used on my dad to manipulate him.” I say holding her hands and placing them on my thighs, as I’m just in my thigh high boxers.

“Ugh can’t we do this later? Please? It’s already getting late Nick.” She says with a sigh.

“I don’t think you clearly understood the meaning of rational discussion. I get to say what you do and what you don’t. So should I repeat what you should do now to earn your party pass?” I ask again holding the money and flashing them in front of her eyes.

“You’re a pathetic disgusting cunt, fuck you.” She says angrily tired of begging me.

“Hmm, I don’t care what you feel about me. But keep in mind that whenever you’re pleasuring me, I’d love to hear some sweet words, or else you’d get cut in your pay.” I say shrugging off and taking 5 notes and keeping them aside as a gesture of pay-cut.

“Oh please, don’t do that, and I’ll keep that in mind. But don’t reduce the money.” She says in a submissive tone.

“Depends. Depends on how good your hand and tongue skills are.” I say gesturing my hands as if I’m in a dilemma to add the money or to reduce it.

“Ok fine fine, I understand.” She says as she slides her soft brown hands on my white hairy thighs and pull my boxers down slowly.

She widens her eyes seeing my semi-huge boner suddenly popping out from boxers. I lean back keeping my hands behind my head relaxed as she removes my boxers completely. Her left hand starts to massage my musky balls while her right hand holds my shaft softly and starts stroking it gently as if she’s canlı casino siteleri not interested.

“Any hooker would do this for a cheap price, you know that right? But what might make you better than them? So you better start imagining that you belong to me and you’re your son’s property from now on.” I say holding her chin and throwing her face away gently.

She turns her face straight again, feeling humiliated, and I can feel the result in her touches. They become gentler and the stroking intensifies. Her thumb starts to rub my frenulum gently and I suddenly start feeling as if I’m in heaven. I did get a few handjobs and blowjobs from the girls in my past relationships, but no one has done this. Her left hand continued to squeeze my hairy balls while her right thumb continued to rub my cock tip gently.

She knows that she has to finish this quickly so that she can leave for the night, so she started putting the best effort to make me cum earlier and I can notice that clearly from her actions. I close my eyes facing the ceiling and hold her head, losing the control over my cock to her completely.

Within a few seconds, I can feel her lips wrapping around my circumcised cock-tip and her tongue hitting my cock skin. Her tongue piercing touched my frenulum and for some reason it gave different level vibes to me, the way her plump red lips move around my cock and her soft hands taking control of my cock, now I get why my dad chose this Latina woman over others.

Soon she started moving up and down on my cock, down to way bottom of my 7.5 inches cock. My cock-tip can feel her throat and her saliva dripping on my shaft making it messy down there.

My grip on her hair stiffens as her lips wrap tighter and her movements pace up. She takes off her mouth and quickly starts licking my balls while continuing to rub my cock tip with her thumb, more than gently this time. That feels so good when her thumb uses my precum liquid to rub my cock-tip.

I feel like releasing my load even though I don’t want to yet. So far I was sure that I used to last at least 15-20 min in blowjob, but she just took 8-10 minutes and I’m close to cumming. I hold her hair tighter and starts squirting thick cum on her face. The projectile isn’t far as it’s a quick cum, but the quantity is moderate and within a few seconds, her beautiful make-up filled face is coated with my thick cum, some on her hair too. She freezes for a moment closing her eyes and taking it on her face reluctantly as I held her head tightly.

“What the fuck? You can’t even tell me when you’re about to cum? Like how am I supposed to go out like this?” she shouts irritated.

It takes me a few seconds to get out of orgasmic pleasure and look down at her, “I don’t care. Go however or whenever or wherever you want and here’s your money.” I say throwing the notes on her cum-filled face and getting up pulling my boxers up.

“The fuck? You’re disgusting you know? To throw money on my face like that.” She says angrily humiliated by that.

“Ugh I don’t care.” I say simply and close the door behind me.

I watch TV until 10 PM or so and then go to my room to sleep as she isn’t home yet. The next day I wake up and go check her room to see if she’s there but can’t find her. I look at the time and it’s 9 AM already so I just make breakfast for myself and start eating on couch. A few minutes later, I can hear a car stopping in front of the house and I walk to the door to see what’s happening. I can see her tripping out of the car, drunk and staggering and laughing wildly as she kisses the guy in the car and stands there talking to him giggling. He seems to be around 40ish, has a fancy car in which he dropped her. I sit back on couch and a few moments later she arrives staggering and walks towards her room without minding me.

“Where were you last night?” I ask looking at her.

“Ugh stop acting like you’re the man of the house. I don’t need to answer to you about all my activities.” She says with a sigh.

“So what am I if not a man of the house?” I ask sternly. “And should I be calm while you go out and bitch around, getting laid with other men?” I ask with same tone.

“Why do you care? You’re not even my husband or whatever. I sucked you off yesterday and earned my pass last night, and that’s it.” She answers carelessly still drunk.

“Oh no, you still don’t understand.” I say shaking my head with a chuckle getting up and walking towards her.

I take the purse off of her hand and throw it on couch and make a turn around her while she staggers tired, drunk and unable to stand steady. I suddenly push her on to the couch. She furrows her brows and tries to get out of it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks drunk.

“To show you how things would be done in here from now on.” I say walking towards her and bending down, pinning her thighs to couch with my hands so that she can’t escape.

I can notice some dry cum stains between her inner thighs which clearly says that she got laid with someone when drunk. I quickly slide her one-piece dress up with force exposing her panties and her curvy belly.

“Oh god don’t. Don’t you do this to me Nick.” She tries to pull me but helpless with her woman power.

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8:30 p.m.

During part one, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George. In part two, her boss Bill ate her pussy. In part three, Cinnamon takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel. Part 4 concluded with Mark fucking Cin’s ass. During Part 5, Mark fucked Sally as Cinnamon watched and masturbated.

Sally collapsed on Mark after she finished climaxing. Cinnamon had a nice orgasm too watching the couple. Cin took off her bra and panties, and lay on the bed next to Mark and Sally.

“That looked so sexy, so sensual, you two.”

Mark just smiled, and hoped that there would be more, especially between the two women.

Sally rolled off of Mark to the side, and Mark now lay between Sally and Cinnamon. This provided access to Mark’s cock, and Cin reached out to stroke it. She then got on her elbows, and moved her mouth towards it.

It was nice and slick, from Sally’s pussy juices. Cinnamon licked the head, and down the side. It tasted good, it was a little different than her pussy, but it was turning her on. She proceeded to give Mark a slow, sensual blow job, licking her tongue up and down his ten inches, kissing on his pink head, and starting to push it deep into her mouth. She could take about seven inches into her mouth. She would close her mouth, and knew that this really turned on Mark. She would then let it slide out, and returned to licking and sucking down its length. She would get to his balls, and suck each into her mouth.

When she moved casino oyna up his shaft, she met Sally who was sucking on the cock head. Cin licked around under the pink head, and then Sally lifted up, and the two women began to kiss each other.

Sally could taste herself on Cin’s mouth and lips. It had been a few months since she had kissed a woman, and she had thoughts about kissing Cinnamon for a number of years. She pushed her tongue deeper into her mouth, and their two tongues caressed each other.

Mark lay there and watched the two women kiss. He would have loved for them to continue the blow job, but he could have Cin give him a blow job anytime.

Sally began to rub Cin’s nipples, pinching and pulling them. Based upon Cin’s response to her touch, she knew that she was very sensitive and also desired her to continue. She broke the kiss, and pushed Cin down on the bed lying on her back. Sally’s mouth then began kissing and sucking on Cin’s right nipple, and after a few minutes, moved over to the left one.

Cinnamon loved to have her nipples sucked on, but became really turned on when they were pinched, pulled, and bit on. Her pussy was hard wired to her nipples, and she was becoming very wet and aroused.

Sally enjoyed sucking and biting on Cin’s breasts, but she wanted to go down more, and taste her pussy. She could smell Cinnamon, and realized quickly that her sucking her nipples was getting her turned on. She continued for a while, and then began to give her butterfly slot oyna kisses down her stomach.

Sally thought it was so unusual for a woman Cin’s age to be shaved, but she enjoyed the smooth skin as she flipped her tongue across her clitty, and buried her face in Cinnamon’s pussy. She tasted so good. Cin spread her legs apart, providing greater access for Sally.

Mark watched this, and decided to move behind Sally so that he had a better view. His cock was harder as he watched the women making love. He decided to enter Sally from behind.

Sally was busy eating Cin’s pussy and clit, and then felt Mark push his cock into her cunt. He started to rock her back and forth, which translated into Sally’s mouth pushing deeper into Cinnamon’s crotch each time. Cin was enjoying Sally’s efforts, and moaning loudly.

Cinnamon was starting to roll. She loved having back to back to back climaxes. She continued to scream and moan and this seemed to increase the sucking and licking and biting and kissing from Sally. Cin had never had a woman eat her pussy, and it was far better than any man had done. Her face was soft, her lips just perfect, she seemed to know what to touch, for so long, and what to touch lightly, what to touch firmly, oh it felt so good.

Mark was watching Sally press herself against Cin’s pussy. He started to fuck Sally harder, wanting to come deep inside her. He banged her butt hard, and reached around and pinched on her nipples.

Cin began to come, and her thighs squeezed canlı casino siteleri around Sally’s head. Cinnamon screamed out, “Oh my God, oh my, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, oh my, oh my, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Hearing Cinnamon climax, Mark let loose his spunk, and came deeply inside Sally. Feeling his hot cum, Sally felt her own climax, but continued to ride Cin’s bucking orgasm. Sally could not scream out, as her mouth was buried against Cinnamon’s cunt.

Sally continued to eat Cin, and caused her to climax again. Then she lifted her head off, and lay on the bed next to her. Cin stroked Sally’s head, and thanked her again and again. Mark’s cock was still inside Sally, and she leaned against him, moving him slowly and teasingly.

The three touch each other tenderly, and relaxed.

Cin looked at the motel room clock. “I need to go home, as my husband will be expecting me from work.”

Sally and Mark laughed, and watched Cinnamon quickly wash up and put her clothes on. Mark explained that he would have to leave by about 11 and go back home.

“Go ahead and play after I leave, you two.”

Cinnamon saw that two room key cards lying on the desk. She picked up one and put it in her purse, thinking that the room was booked until tomorrow noon. She might have use for the room later.

Cin kissed Sally, and then kissed Mark. “I hope you enjoyed your surprise, honey.”

Mark nodded, with a grin on his face. His cock was still deep inside Sally.

Cinnamon walked towards the door, opened it, and turned back at the couple on the bed. “Have fun!” She then walked out of the motel room and went down the stairs.

9:15 p.m.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*

She had pissed me off for the last time. My mom was always saying or doing shit to embarrass or humiliate me, her one and only child, in front of my friends. It my last summer at home before I left for college and I’d had enough. It was time to knock her off her high horse and bring her down a notch or two.

I never understood why Dad put up with her. I mean, she’s gorgeous, so there’s that. Great big titties with incredible curves and legs that went straight to heaven. Her long blonde hair wrapped around a thin face with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. She was always telling people about how I ruined her body, although you couldn’t tell it to look at her. Once we discovered girls, my buddies would always tell me what they’d like to do with and to Mom if they could get past her bullshit. But Dad was rich and successful. He could find any trophy wife. Maybe that’s why they were still together, he didn’t want to give her half of everything he had worked so hard for. Maybe she was a hell cat in the sack. I dunno.

Whatever the case was, it was time for a little payback. I devised a plan and found a partner in crime, which wasn’t easy. I had to find somebody Mom wasn’t familiar with. So I convinced my buddy Steve from the soccer team. He was a mischievous character anyway, and he knew my mom. It didn’t take too much convincing. Dad was out of town for a few days, as usual, and Steve’s parents were going to be in Europe for a couple of weeks. It was time to act.

Mom left the racquet club Tuesday at 5:30 just like she did every Tuesday. She looked hot as fuck, too, as usual. Her long blonde hair fell over a sheer white blouse that was tucked into a short, red pencil skirt. Matching red pumps adorned her feet. Every bit of it was designed to accentuate every luscious curve she had, and it worked.

She climbed into her black Mercedes and fired the engine. I was dressed completely in black, even wearing a black ski mask. I blended perfectly into the black leather interior. I slowly raised myself up from the backseat and pressed the unloaded revolver to her temple.

She nearly came out of her skin, then froze. The air left her body.

“Hello, Dana,” I whispered into her ear.

“How…how…what do you want? Is it the car? Take it, it’s yours,” she said in a panicked voice.

“I don’t want the fucking car,” I said in a low, menacing growl. I needed to growl as much as I could. I wanted to disguise my voice and sound as menacing as possible. “It’s you I want.”

“Oh God! What…what do you want with me?! Oh God! Please…please don’t hurt me!”

“Play nice and you won’t get hurt. Don’t play nice? Well, I can’t make any promises,” I whispered into her ear.

“Oh God! Please, please don’t hurt me!” she whimpered. “I’ll do…I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good girl. Now drive.”

“Drive? W-w-where to?”

We drove across town to the seedier side of town. I had her pull alongside the curb and park. Steve came bounding out of an abandoned building.

“Get out and get into the backseat with me. He’ll drive,” I commanded as Steve crossed in front of the car.

We opened our doors simultaneously and stepped into the deserted street. Steve, also wearing all black and a ski mask, slid into the driver’s seat. Just as he did, Dana decided to make a break for it. She turned and began to run away from the car, her red high heels clacking on the pavement, whimpering the entire time.

It only took a few seconds for me to catch up with her. I grabbed her by the back of her long blonde hair and yanked her backwards. Her shoes flew off her feet as her body came to a sudden and painful halt. She cried out and grabbed my hands, trying to pry them off. Her feet scrambled trying to keep herself upright while I dragged her back to the car with her screaming the whole way.

I spun her around and threw her into the backseat. She bounced off the seat and slammed into the passenger side door. She quickly grabbed at the door handle and pulled…and pulled…and pulled. But Mercedes, in their concern for the safety of your children, wouldn’t allow the back doors to open if the front doors were locked.

I threw myself into the backseat and landed on top her thrashing body. I slapped her across her head and face until she finally stopped flailing about and simply curled herself into a protective ball. I slammed the door shut and Steve stabbed the gas.

Mom and I were both panting. “I told you! Play nice and you won’t get hurt! That little stunt isn’t playing nice.”

She was sobbing against the door. “I-I-I know. I-I-I’m sorry. Please…please don’t hurt me.”

I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said as my heart rate slowed. “C’mere, sit up. Sit up next to me.”

She slowly sat upright and scooted closer to me. Her shoulders were raised up around her head as if I might strike her again. Her hair was no longer perfect. Her cheeks were red. Her eyes were filled with tears.

“You can make it casino şirketleri up to me. Want to make it up to me?”

“O-o-okay. How?” she asked nervously.

“Take off your blouse,” I growled.

“Take off…what?! Why?!”

“Just do it! Or do you want to get slapped around some more?”

“No! No. I-I-I’ll do it,” she sobbed. She slowly began to unbutton the blouse.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. I turned to her, reached into the shirt, and ripped it open. She screamed as buttons flew into the front seat. I roughly yanked the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Fine! Fine! Okay!” she yelled. I leaned back over to my seat while she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. She wouldn’t look at me. She just stared at the floor.

“Okay, the bra. C’mon, let’s go! The bra!”

She paused for a moment then reached behind her. I could see Steve watching in the rearview mirror as she slid the straps down her arms. She paused before she pulled it completely off and threw it to the side to join her blouse. She quickly covered herself.

“C’mon, let’s see ’em,” I said as politely as I could.

She paused, still staring at the floor. Slowly, she peeled her hands away and placed them at her sides.

I stared for a moment. I’d seen her in skimpy little bikinis thousands of times. But never completely topless. Her tits were perfect! Any plastic surgeon would be proud to show these off as samples of his work. Round and firm and tan. The cold air conditioning of the Mercedes had her gumdrop-sized nipples pointing straight out.

“Fuck me,” Steve groaned from the front seat. Was that a hint of a grin on her face at his comment? I thought to myself.

“Very, very nice,” I said. Seriousl?. Did I see the corner of her mouth just curl into a tiny grin?!

After a short pause, I reached over and roughly grabbed her tits with both hands. She gasped and her body tensed. She closed her eyes. I continued to paw and maul her tits. They were fabulous. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I leaned in and took an erect nipple into my mouth. She gave another gasp and her head flew back slightly.

With each swirl of my tongue and pinch of her nipple I could feel her body unclench a little more. But there was a part of me that was getting tighter and harder. As much as I hated to, I finally pulled away from her chest. She gave a slight gasp when her exposed nipple hit the cold air.

She froze again when she saw me unzipping my pants. I yanked them down and out popped my thick beast. I had quite a reputation around the school with the ladies that I was quite proud of. Nine inches long and thick. Most girls gasped at first sight. Dana was no different. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth flew open. I looked at her with an evil grin while I grabbed it by its shaft.

“What…what…what are you doing?!” she asked, panic returning to her voice.

“Well, for starters, you’re gonna suck my dick,” I said grinning. I grabbed her hand and pulled it over until she wrapped it around the shaft. Her hand was warm and soft.

“But-but…I-I…”

“You what? You’ve never sucked dick before?” I said in a mocking tone.

“No! No. It’s not that.” She paused. “It’s just…it’s just…it’s so big. It’s so much bigger than my husbands. I…I…”

“Then it’s your lucky day, isn’t it?” I said with a crooked grin.

I grabbed her head and pulled it down towards my lap. She fought, but only slightly. I pressed her head down until I felt the head of my cock enveloped by her hot, wet mouth. I pressed harder until I felt the tip slam against the back of her throat. I gave a long, low moan. I saw Steve smile in the rearview mirror. I released the pressure and she brought her head back up but only to the tip. Soon her head was bobbing on my pole like a pro.

“Oh fuck, dude! This bitch knows how to suck dick!” I moaned to Steve while she continued to smoke my pole with gusto.

“She’s a good little cocksucker, huh?” he chuckled from the front seat.

It wasn’t long until she had me ready to blow. “Oh shit! I’m gonna bust a nut! Make sure you swallow ev…grrrrrr…every last drop! Got it?!” I said as I thrust my hips into her face.

She nodded her head and moaned. “Mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmmm!”

I pressed down on the back of her head and threw my hips into the air. “Here it comes! Here it comes! Gggggaaaaaaaa!”

I exploded inside her mouth. Each pulse sent a fresh load of thick cum down the back of her throat. She gulped and gulped, doing her best to keep up with the flow. So much cum! I can’t keep up! she said to herself. Her mouth finally overflowed, allowing streaks of white to slip out of her lips and down my shaft.

My balls finally stopped emptying their contents into her face. I let go of the back of her head and she slowly lifted her head up and off my rod. She had cum dripping off her chin and falling onto her magnificent tits. She licked her lips and swiped her forearm across her chin.

“I told you to swallow it all. Looks like you missed some,” I growled casino firmaları quietly. “Lick it up.”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry.” She grabbed my shaft and dove back into my lap. Her tongue began to lap at my balls and shaft, thoroughly cleaning off every drop she had missed. After several moments, she finally sat up. She licked her lips and swiped her forearm across her chin again. “There, I think I got it all,” she said meekly.

I nodded and smiled. “Good girl.”

It was dark by now and we were getting near our final destination.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to put this on,” I said as I handed her a balled up piece of material.

She unraveled it and looked at it. It was a mask used in bondage. It had holes cut out for the mouth and nostrils, a zipper on the back, and that was it.

“You-you-you want me to put this on?” she asked with a hint of panic returning to her voice.

I nodded. “I promise, we’re not going to hurt you,” I said in as comforting a voice I could make and still growl.

She looked at the hood again. “O-o-okay.”

She nervously pulled the hood over her head and leaned back into her seat. Steve and I pulled our masks off. I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and began to play with her fun bags again. She gasped at first touch but quickly relaxed.

Moments later we pulled into the driveway of Steve’s parent’s house. He pulled up to the back door and stopped. We both got out of the car. I grabbed Mom’s hand and started to pull her out.

Panic struck her again. She pulled back. “W-w-where are we?! Where are you taking me?!”

“Dana, I swear, I promise you. Just cooperate and I swear we won’t hurt you.”

“B-b-but I’m half naked!”

“Don’t worry about that. Trust me, nobody will see you.”

She quickly stopped struggling and slid across the leather seat. One long leg, then the other emerged from the car. I pulled her up to her feet. I could feel her slightly trembling. I handed her to Steve.

“Okay, take her down. I’ll be down in a second.”

She began to lightly sob again but went with Steve into the house without a fight. I jumped behind the wheel, pulled it into the garage, and quickly lowered the garage door.

By the time I got to the basement, Steve already had her strung up. He’d slapped handcuffs onto her wrists. Her arms were raised high in the air. The cuffs were attached to a chain and hook that dangled from the ceiling. She was lifted onto the balls of her feet, completely naked. She was making a mixture of sobbing and moaning sounds while Steve had two fingers buried in her snatch and a nipple in his mouth.

When he saw me enter the room he released her nipple. “Dude, she was soaked! She must’ve gotten all worked up giving you that blowjob.”

I laughed. “Fuckin’ slut.”

She shook her head. “No! No! It’s not true!” she cried out. Steve and I both laughed.

“Think she’s ready?” I asked with a grin.

“Oh, I know she’s ready!” Steve replied and removed her fingers from her slit.

“Ready?! Ready for what?!” she asked, panic in her voice again.

She struggled slightly at her bindings, but only half-heartedly. Steve and I stripped down without replying. Steve had a solid boner. It was nothing compared to mine but nothing to be ashamed of. Quite average. He’d be able to satisfy any woman with it.

Steve placed himself in front of her and I stood behind her. Steve lifted her legs into the air and cradled them in his arms.

Her body tensed. “What…what…what’re you doing?!”

Steve and I simply smiled at each other. Simultaneously, Steve touched the tip of his tool to her swollen gash while I touched mine to her puckered rosebud.

“WAIT! Wait! Ohmagawd, wait!” she yelled.

Steve and I paused. “What?” Steve asked annoyed.

“You…you…fuck! Goddammit! You…you…you can’t stick that…thing…up…up my butt! Please! You’ll tear me in half! I’m begging you!” Steve and I smiled broadly at each other.

“You know, she’s got a point,” I said to Steve. “Maybe we should prime her before I fuck her ass.”

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, fine with me. I’ll take one for the team and fuck and her in the ass first,” he chuckled. He paused. “I’ll even do her a solid. I’ll get her lubed up first.” He turned and ran up the stairs.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God…” Mom moaned.

Soon he was back holding a tube of KY jelly. He held it up. “Dad loves giving it to Mom in the ass,” he laughed. He squirted some onto his finger and pressed against her rosebud. “Better relax or this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker,” he whispered into her ear.

He allowed her to take several deep breaths. He felt her muscles relax, but the gate never swung open. Tired of waiting, he pressed hard. His lubed finger slipped through her asshole and past her sphincter until it was buried knuckle deep.

Mom’s head flew back. “Oh! You motherfucker!”

She bit her bottom lip while he stabbed at her ass until he felt like she was sufficiently lubed and loosened. “Let’s rock güvenilir casino this bitch!” he said, tossing the tube to the side.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God…” Mom moaned again.

We slid in close again, only this time I pressed my tree trunk to her puffy pussy and Steve pressed against her freshly lubed ass. Her long legs were cradled in my arms. Steve and I pushed forward. Suddenly, both swollen heads slid through their intended holes until we were both balls deep.

Mom’s head flew back. “Ohmagawwwwwd!” she yelped. “It…it…it’s too much!”

“Holy shit she’s tight!” Steve moaned. “Her old man must never give it to her in the ass!” He reached around and began to maul her tits and twist her erect nipples.

“Fuck! Her cunt is squeezing me like a vise! I’ve fucked virgins that weren’t this tight!” I announced. “The old man must be ignoring this hole, too!”

As Steve and I began to pound on her neglected holes, Dana’s mind raced. It was true. Her husband barely touched her anymore. He was either gone, too busy, or too tired. Her vibrator had become the closest thing to a lover she had. And she hadn’t been DP’d since her college days. She’d forgotten what an incredible feeling it was to have two cocks buried inside her at the same time. Even though she was being raped, her body was getting the pounding it had been craving for so long. I’m being raped but I’m actually enjoying it! Oh my God! Is that even possible?! Her body grew warmer with every dive of our cocks into it.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only minutes, things were getting hotter.

“Oh God! Oh God! Mmmmmm, don’t stop! Ohmagawd, don’t stop!” she begged.

“Hear that, buddy?” Steve asked while he drove his stick into her ass. “She loves it!”

“I know, right?” I replied while I stabbed her with my thick tool. “Nothing but a fucking slut,” I growled.

“No! No! It…it…Oh God! No, it’s not true!” she lied.

“Lying bitch!” I barked. “Tell me you don’t love it! Tell me you don’t love two cocks fucking you!”

She shook her hooded head. “No! No! It’s not, mmmmmm, true!”

I drove my hips hard into her. She yelped. “Liar! Your cunt is squeezing me so tight! You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

It was true. Her body was building to a climax. She shook her head again. “No! No!”

Sweat was rolling down Steve’s face. “Fuck, dude! Her ass is sucking me in! I’m gonna…grrrrrrr…I’m gonna…mmmmmm….”

“Do it, man! Shoot it up her ass!”

Steve’s body stuttered. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

Dana felt her ass filling with Steve’s hot cum. Each thrust of his hips only filled it more. He was gripping her tits as if they were the only thing keeping him from launching into space. I grinned while I watched both of their faces contort.

“Yes! Yes! God, yes!” Dana yelled. “Ohmagawd, yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh God! Oh God! I’m…I’m…”

Steve had emptied his balls into her ass and pulled out. I felt Mom’s cunt starting to spasm. I pulled out.

“OH! No! No! Don’t…don’t…don’t stop!”

I walked around behind her as Steve stepped away. “Now that you’ve warmed her up she should be ready for me,” I said in a wicked tone.

Her body stiffened. “Wait…what?! No! It’s too big!”

“Bullshit,” I hissed as I touched the tip to her gaped ass.

“Wait! Fuck! Wait!” Panic was in her voice again.

I grabbed her hips and pushed. The bulbous head of my cock slipped past her sphincter with surprising ease. My hips slapped against her ass.

“Oh FUCK!” she yelped. I gave an evil chuckle.

I held her hips steady while I drove my tool deep into her ass with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping skin and her moans echoed in the basement.

I was close to cumming when I was fucking her snatch. Her tight ass was going to finish the job. “Holy fuck! You weren’t kidding! Her ass is tight as fuck! Even after your reaming! Fuck! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…ggggaaaaaaaaa!”

“Oh God! Wait! Wait!” Mom cried out.

My body spasmed while I dumped my load into her ass. I could feel it seep out as spunk filled her ass past capacity. I kept pumping until I’d dumped my full load.

When my body stopped convulsing, I pulled out. It was like pulling a plug. A stream of white poured out of her asshole and down the inside of her silky smooth thighs.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, smiling at Steve. “I think that’ll do for now,” I said and slapped her on the ass.

“What?! No! But I…I…I was so close!” she said in disbelief.

“Close to what?” I asked. “According to you, you weren’t enjoying it at all.”

Dana paused. “No! I…I…I wasn’t! But…but…”

“But nothing,” I said. “Maybe next time, if you beg us, we’ll let you cum.” Steve and I gathered our clothes and walked up the stairs.

“You…you…bastards!” she screamed while she wiggled on the chain holding her up. Steve and I just laughed and closed the door.

Steve and I showered and played a video game, talking about what a great fuck my mom was the entire game. An hour later we went back down to the basement. Mom was still hanging from the chain. Her hands had gone numb. Her cunt had stopped throbbing 45 minutes ago. A puddle of white had formed at her feet. Her masked head snapped around when she heard the door open.

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Author’s Note: Obviously this is listed as a incest/taboo genre story however, it is also very much a nonconsent/reluctance story and a gay male story so if those things aren’t your thing then please take note. Oh and please take the chance to leave feedback, comments, votes and suggestions because there are further chapters of this story planned.

*

I never really like my big brother, NeIl. He was nine years older than me and we just seemed to be from different generations. He always seemed so stuck up and pompous to me even when he was only a teenager. And he was always so damned right and sanctimonious. And he was Mum’s favourite, her blue eyed boy that could do no wrong, especially once Dad left us. My sister Kelly always seemed to feel the same. She was three years younger than him and it he obviously annoyed her about as much as me. I was the youngest and as youngest children are wont to do I rebelled as I got older, which indirectly is why I was sitting in the ante room to my big brother’s office about to do something I vowed I would never do — ask him to help me out.

I was 21 and since leaving school had pretty much successfully wasted the three years between leaving school and then. It all went wrong when I found out that I was quite the pool player and if I was smart enough there was easy cash to be made that way. So I made easy cash and then started betting it on the horses and won more than I lost, which brought me to the attention of some frankly undesirable pseudo gangsters who I started playing cards with. Despite early victories I started losing and then losing big and here I was owed some pretty nasty characters £10,000 or my kneecaps were going to be broken. And I was pretty fond of my kneecaps.

Neil, meantime, was a tycoon, a financial whiz kid. Had made his money in stocks and shares and sold at the right time and was now Managing Director of his own engineering company and as all the local press liked to tell us it was going places, landing some pretty major national contracts. In short he was minted and was the only viable idea I could come up with for getting that level of cash in a week (which was all I had).

God I felt like I was sitting in my old Headmasters office here, waiting for my brother. His ultra young and ultra sexy secretary had showed me in here when I arrived unannounced and said she would do what she could but that “Mr. Clark was extremely busy”. So I took a seat and thought back on some less than pleasant memories. Like the many times Neil got his way, we played the games he wanted to play when he wanted to play them and it never really mattered what I liked. I guess that was part and parcel of being a much younger brother but it used to annoy the hell out of me and I would hate it and take whatever joy I could from his all too infrequent cock ups. I think I did annoy Neil though, almost as if I should have liked and respected him just because he was my older brother, but I didn’t I disliked him and treated him as a joke to me wherever I could.

My train of thoughts was interrupted as the sexy secretary (I wondered if Neil ever tried it on with her then dismissed the notion, he was too much of a prude, always had been, to do something like that) returned and informed me he made a space in his schedule to see me. So promising myself to leave all past grudges in that waiting room I followed her (man, what a piece of ass she was!) and was led through a maze of corridors until I was shown into his office.

He was sat there behind his large desk looking as smug and self satisfied as ever, even though he was only 30 he looked about ten years older and probably wanted to look like that. He was well built and had obviously been spending time in his own personal gym at home and didn’t even bother to get up as I entered and the door shut behind me. Looking back now I wish I had never gone in there.

He pointed at the chair across from him, it was lower than his and put you at a disadvantage straight away. He didn’t ask how I’d been or anything, he just cut straight to the chase.

“So little brother, what do you want?”

“Hey Neil, who says I want anything, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Yeah right. Save it, I don’t have time to waste listening to it. What is it? You’re in trouble and need me to bail you out? That it? Yeah, I can see it is. How much you need then?”

God, he was such a condescending prick. I felt like I was a teenager all over again. Anything else and I would have stormed out of there flipping him the middle finger on the way. But truth was I was scared, I was in with some bad men, that you did not fuck about with. So I kept my temper and tried to appeal to his better nature.

“Ok, you’re right Neil I’m in a bit too deep, owe some gangsters a bit of money and it would be cool if you could help me out with a loan.”

“Ha, that’s a good one! A loan. And when would you pay casino siteleri me back? Anyway how much is this ‘loan’ for? A thousand? Two?”

Shit, no wonder he was good at business I was a mess already and blurted out “ten thousand or I get some plastic surgery that I don’t need”. He found that funny but rather than laughter his humour was just a smile. A very cruel smile. He sat tapping his pen for a few moments and in those moments I remembered every thing I hated about my brother. He was making me wait deliberately and I was fairly sure it was only to answer in the negative anyway. Then he stopped tapping and looked over at me.

“Ten thousand? I suppose I could get the money, come back at twelve tomorrow, but you’ll have to do something first to get the cash, we won’t call it a loan, more a payment for services rendered.”

I didn’t like the sound of that but what could I do? I was being offered a possible way out of my troubles and the survival instinct took over so I thanked him and let him get his secretary to show me out (and I got another good look at those long legs of hers), I even tried chatting her up but she just looked at me like I had two heads and blew me off. Ah well, can’t get everything I thought to myself. I was certainly happier leaving than I had been going in but I couldn’t shake the feeling there was still a twist to this, Neil was like that and I’d be a fool to trust him even if I was his little brother.

*

When I returned to his offices the next day that damned secretary was still there to greet me grinning from ear to ear. Sure she was a cute blonde but something about her was starting to annoy me and all the more so when it became apparent she now knew I was her boss’s brother. She gave me a very knowing smile and led me through to Neil’s office and somewhat to my surprise stayed with us, standing adjacent to his desk as he addressed me.

“Good to see you again little brother, I’ve got the money, as you can see.”

And with that he flipped open a briefcase and removed a thick pile of notes. It was what I needed but there was something palpably wrong here. I looked at the expectant secretary and back at Neil.

“Thanks Neil, but shouldn’t we be doing this in private, I mean I don’t want everybody knowing our business.”

He just laughed and winked at the secretary.

“Oh don’t worry about Miss Kebbler, she knows all my business, she’s my right arm, so to speak. Besides I want her to see what you’re going to do for the money.”

Uh-oh.

“And what is that. You know I’m grateful for you helping me out like this, I’ll do anything to repay you, I really will.”

The next few seconds would remain with me until the day I die. Without a word of a lie and with a big, cheesy, shit eating smile he looked first at Miss Kebbler then directly at me and said.

“Good. That being the case John I want you to get undressed, get down on your knees and crawl over here and suck my cock.”

To say the next moments were charged with stunned silence would be understating it. Eventually I found my voice.

“What the fuck! You’re joking aren’t you?!”

But I knew instinctively he wasn’t. I could see it in his eyes. He hadn’t changed from all those years ago, he was still a domineering bully who had to get his way. I just hadn’t realised what a sick freak he really was. And saying that in front of his bimbo secretary? Twisted as fuck. He smiled coldly at me as he spoke again.

“No I am not joking. The only joke in this room is you. You are a pathetic, sad little joke brother. Pathetic. And if you want me to bail you out of the mess you have managed to create for yourself you will do as I say and allow me to glory in your humiliation. You always were a cocky little shit, needing down a peg or two.”

God, I could have swung for him there and then but I didn’t, I called him a “sick arsehole” and stormed out but before I was out the door he called after me.

“You’ll be back little brother and you’ll do what I say. And you know the best part? When you come here all sheepish asking to see me, Stacy here will know exactly why you’re here and what you’re going to do!”

I paid his words little heed and stormed out of there to find a pub and get drunk, which I was very successful in doing.

*

I spent the rest of that day and the whole of the next getting drunk and trying, unsuccessfully to forget my woes. I couldn’t shake what Neil had demanded of me, it was so fucking sick, I must have shaken my head at it so much the bartender would have thought it was going to fall off. When I eventually made it home it was to collapse on my bed and at least forget everything in a fog of drunken sleep.

I was rudely awoken by a glass of water to my face the following afternoon. I was still dressed in two day old clothes as I stuggled to get up. Standing over me was a hulk of a man, I recognised him as one of slot oyna Mike Manson’s (the guy I owed the money to) goons and immediately was wary — had they brought the deadline forward? Had I slept too long? It took me a moment to realise it wasn’t just an empty glass he was holding but that in his other hand he was waving my passport from side to side.

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head. We’re just going to keep hold of this just in case you get any ideas of making a break for it. Remember Mr. Manson wants his money in the next four days or you’re going to a little less mobile. Get it?”

I got it even without him grabbing my ankle and giving it a nasty little twist. I was fucked, more or less and the only possible way out was doing something so sick, so bizarre that it made me want to puke just thinking about it.

I know Kelly, my big sister would have helped me out in a heartbeat but there were two problems with asking her for a loan. One her husband hated me and would no doubt give her even more of a hard time than normal if she helped me out. But perhaps more importantly she just wouldn’t have that kind of money, Neil was the only one of the three of us to make good, and he damn well knew it.

I spent most of that day contemplating what it would be like to suck my brother’s cock. I had never even thought about having to suck off any man let alone my brother, I could honestly say I was not that way inclined. The very thought was repugnant to me and anytime my mind created the image I had to struggle to get rid of it, slowly but surely I was preparing myself for having to do this. Maybe I could hope that Neil was not entirely serious and just wanted to humiliate me to make me agree to do it and not really serious with making me carry through, but it was a faint hope for me. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more I was justifying doing it in my mind and by the time I went to bed I had decided that there was no other way out of the mess I had got myself into but to go back to Neil’s offices and do what he wanted. God! I hardly slept a wink of sleep that night.

I arrived at the offices around lunch time, hoping to avoid that damned secretary of his but no such luck because as soon as I had pushed open the large glass entrance door there she was, giving me a beaming wide, but very knowing smile. And this time there was definitely no flirting from me, I just asked to speak to my brother. Her reply was more than a little condescending and pretty much torpedoed any hopes I had that this had all been a sick joke.

“Mr. Clark left instructions with me that when you came back in about the matter we discussed earlier this week I was to tell you to come back at 5.30 that day. Mr. Clark is busy and will deal with you then. I take it you are here regarding the um, matter?”

I nodded, wanting the ground to swallow me up and got out of there as fast as I could.

One long, drawn out afternoon later I was back at the offices and everybody seemed to be gone, the car park was deserted but to no surprise Miss Kebbler was sitting smiling behind her desk awaiting me. As soon as I arrived she buzzed through to Neil and listened to him for a few moments, then she led me through to his office, my heart beating a hundred to the dozen. But when we arrived he was nowhere to be seen and Miss Kebbler perched herself on his desk facing me and addressed me like I was some dumb office junior or something.

“Right then. Mr. Clark will be along presently, in the meantime he asked me to get you ready, so to speak, so if you could start off by undressing.”

Said so matter of factly that she could have been asking me to make a cup of coffee. I tried once more to reason with her and asked to speak with my brother but it was a waste of breath and we both knew it so before too long I was taking my clothes off. She watched me intently, as if judging every inch of my body as I disrobed. I am nothing to write home about but not unattractive either but that didn’t stop me feeling completely uncomfortable when I was down to just my pants and I hesitated.

“Those as well. Come on, Mr. Clark doesn’t have all day, he’s a busy man you know.”

How humiliated I felt as I slid my underpants off and handed them to her and stood there, stark naked in my brothers office. Miss Kebbler then popped off the desk and approached me and began to run her fingers along my flaccid cock, getting some signs of life from it. I gave her a surprised look but she just ignored it and continued down my slowly stiffening cock to stroke and then massage my balls.

The effect was amazing, she had such talented fingers, my cock sprung to full attention and though I fought from enjoying it and being aroused I had no chance. Just as I had closed my eyes to fully enjoy her ministrations I felt her hand leave my crotch and I opened them to see her holding a plastic ruler up and she then measured the length of my cock! With canlı casino siteleri me still staggered by this she moved to the desk and pressed her intercom phone again.

“About five and a half inches, Mr Clark. What? Oh yes, much smaller than you Sir.”

Was all she said before sharing a laugh and putting the phone down. Then she turned to me and gave me that malicious smile again.

“Right, nearly done, why don’t you get ready for your brother by getting down on your knees?”

My head was a muddle by now and almost involuntarily I did so, dropping onto me knees and waiting. Almost the minute I was down there the door opened and in came Neil. He was dressed in a brand new power suit and looked immaculate. He gave Miss Kebbler a pat on her delectable ass and looked down at me pitifully.

“See little brother I told you it would come to this. Still, it’s nice to see you’re as excited as I am at this. Pity it’s so small though, guess I got all the luck in that department.”

He said this pointing to my rock hard erection. Oh god, he I was naked and on my knees and about to suck my hated big brothers cock and I was sporting a throbbing erection. The secretary smiled again, she had certainly done her job!

Neil pulled the case with the money out and opened it on the table. Then he turned to stand before me, undid his zipper and casually flipped out a very long and very thick penis. It was about four inches from my face and I could not believe I was about to do this.

“Stacy, get the camera, still and video I want a record of this. Now little brother you can get started, I want you to suck me off until I come in your mouth. You do that and you can have the money.”

Time seemed to stand still as I knelt there, feeling my own hard cock throbbing between my legs until I finally opened my mouth and leaned forward. When the tip of Neil’s cock touched my lips it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through my body and I recoiled but he reached down and guided my head back towards his crotch.

“Get it in your mouth and suck it if you want the money, bitch!”

That was the first time he called me ‘bitch’ or ‘his bitch’ but by no means was it to be the last time. He was so imposing and demanding and down here on my knees before him I felt so small and insignificant and I opened my mouth and let him slide nearly all his nine inch cock into my mouth. The taste, smell and overall sensation was horrible, disgusting and yet I was still brick hard, why was that? I just wanted this over as quickly as I could so I started to slobber all over his penis, pushing his wet foreskin back with my tongue and rubbing it frantically over his sensitive penis cock head.

I nearly gagged as I felt some of his thick black pubic hair against my teeth and his heavy balls at my lips then slapping against my chin as he began to rock back and forth gently fucking my face. I moved my eyes to the side of his thighs just as his bitch of a secretary took a picture of me with my mouth stuffed full of my big brothers cock. She gave me a mock wave and blew a kiss at me. I was really starting to despise that cunt!

Neil started to move about so that his hard cock invaded and covered every last inch of my oral cavity. He rocked from side to side so that his dick poked against the sides of my cheeks like I was a demented human hamster. I could feel his slick penis all over my teeth, like it was a toothbrush being forcibly rubbed all over them. My tongue was drowning in a sea of saliva, drool and thick pre-cum from Neil’s cock and humiliatingly it was starting to escape from the sides of my mouth and dribble down my chin and onto my bare chest.

I opened my eyes wide and looked as far upwards as I could manage to find my big brother with a look of absolute contempt on his face as he met my stare, I realised then how little I actually was to him, right then nothing more than a mouth to fuck. I quickly found myself unable to match his glare and instead dropped my eyes and set to sucking again.

My first ever effort at male oral sex came to an end a little short of fifteen minutes after it reluctantly began. Neil started to grunt and his whole body seemed to stiffen up, his thrusts becoming jerky and spasmodic. Mentally I braced myself for this final humiliation but even as I was preparing myself I felt his cock burst into action spurting a warm burst of thick, creamy sperm into my mouth, along the length of my tongue and hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged again and struggled to get my mouth free but he held me in place and continued to pump his sour seed deep into me until he had emptied his balls into my unwilling mouth. He finished by slapping his messy dick a few times against my lips and then he stood back to allow his secretary to get a few post oral snapshots.

He zipped up quickly and handed the money to me as I still knelt there, still sporting a hard-on.

“There you go little brother, let me know when you need more.”

I grabbed the cash before spitting back.

“Fuck you asshole, you’ll never see me again!”

To be continued…

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The screech of breaks outside can only mean one thing: my sister Kelly is home from college. The baby of the family, Kelly surprised us all by choosing a college out of state, a big-ten school where, our mother worried, she would do too little studying and too much partying. I had done the same thing the year before, but, unlike me, Kelly had passed all her classes. Mom said she’d been offered an internship near school, but last I’d heard she turned it down. “Kelly wants to be home this summer,” Mom said over dinner one night. “She didn’t say why.”

My sister Kelly had always been a fickle girl. One month, she was obsessed with musicals-the next, with mystery novels. It was like she was constantly trying on new personalities, new hobbies, trying to see which ones fit.

I hear Kelly’s keys hit the table by the door. “I’m hooome!” she calls to no one in particular. Part of me wants to run down the stairs and see what a year at college had done to my nineteen-year-old sister-had she gained the freshman ten?-but I don’t want to look like some eager puppy, running to meet her as soon as she got home. Kelly and I are close, but there’s always been something weird between us.

If I’m being honest, I think the weirdness is my fault. I’ve never told anyone, but last year, something happened. It’s hard to explain exactly what it was. The whole family was downstairs watching Chain Saw Killers 7, some cheesy movie the family had rented because everything else was out. After the first bloody chainsaw murder, mom shrieked and fled the basement. After the third murder, Dad yawned and said, “I don’t think this one is for me. You kinds enjoy.” By the sixth and seventh murders, Brad and Jennifer had declared the movie “lame” and “totally sick,” and had ducked out of the den, too. Me and Kelly were left alone in the dark with Chain Saw Killers 7. Kelly was wearing a shirt that our mom hated-it dipped low in the front-and the fabric clung to Kelly’s burgeoning breasts. I could see the straps of Kelly’s bra through her shirt, and in the chilly basement den, I could see too her stiff nipples. It had been hot outside, but inside, Kelly was underdressed in her short summer skirt. I looked away, feeling like a creep for checking out my sister, but I couldn’t help it-I was entirely hormonal. I felt a boner threatening my pants, and so I grabbed one of the sofa pillows and crossed my arms over it in my lap, trying to look bored.

As the chain saw killer approached victim number 8, Kelly gasped, eyes wide, and backed away from the TV from where she sat on the floor in front of it. She dropped down on the couch next to me. The killer raised his chain saw, and Kelly let out a little shriek, and then jumped into my lap, knocking the pillow out of place before I could stop her. “Kell, don’t-” I said, my face turning red, but Kelly wrapped her arms around me shoulders, burying her face in my neck.

“I can’t watch!” she said. Her breath against my neck made my dick jump. I held my breath; I knew she must have felt it. At that moment, I wanted to die. I waited for her to scream in real horror this time, to jump off my lap and call me a pervert, tell my friends what had happened, or worse, tell mom. Her body stiffened, and I waited for her to push me away.

I can never forget what happened next. Sometimes it feels like I made the whole thing up. Like it was wishful thinking.

Rather than jumping off my lap, Kelly breathed a sigh into my neck and resettled herself on my lap. I was wearing thin track pants, and her short skirt was no barrier between my hard dick and her panties. I knew she could feel how hard I was, and I kept expecting her to pull away, but she kept breathing into my neck, and pressing her cunt down onto my cock. I could feel the soft lips of her pussy against the twitching head of my dick. I wanted so bad to take one of those hard nipples in my mouth, but I was afraid of what was happening. Kelly tightened her grip on my back and I wrapped my arms around her back, my fingers resting on her bare skin just above her ass. She pressed down harder onto me and I couldn’t stop myself-I lifted my hips slightly to press myself tighter to her. I could feel her warmth through her panties. My cock was as hard as it had ever been.

“I’m scared,” Kelly whispered into my neck.

“Don’t be,” I told her. We were both pretending to be talking about the movie.

Her breathing was fast as she pushed down on me and I strained up at her. I could feel her heart pounding as she pressed her tits to my chest. My cock felt like it was about to burst; I hoped I wouldn’t come in my pants right there.

Just then, Kelly let out a gasp of surprise. At first I thought I’d hurt her. Her grip around my neck tightened, then she shuddered and it loosened again. I recognized that, sitting on my cock, my sister had just had an orgasm.

Her body stiffened. Kelly cleared her throat. “Is it over?” she asked, still pretending to talk about the movie.

“Um, yeah,” I said. “I’ll casino oyna let you know if there’s another murder.”

Kelly sat on the couch as far away from me as possible. She refused to meet my eyes. After about five minutes, she mumbled something about studying and ran upstairs.

I lived in fear that summer-in fear that I had hurt my sister without meaning to, in fear that Kelly would tell someone and I would be hospitalized for being a sick, sister-fucking perv. But she never did. We never talked about it again. Sometimes, I think I might have made it up, that it might have been just a fantasy, but I know it happened. When Kelly left the basement, I ran into the bathroom to ferociously jerk myself off. I came in seconds, into one of mom’s hand towels. I know it sounds sick, but I’ve kept the towel. First I was too embarrassed to put it in the wash. Then, I don’t know. It just kind of stayed in my closet.

I can hear Kelly walking up the stairs. I lean back in my desk chair, plant what I hope is a brotherly smile of welcome on my face.

“Mike!” Kelly is leaning in my doorway, beaming. Her shoulders and legs are long and tanned and hardly covered by short-shorts and a tank top that can barely contain her boobs. It’s not like I’ve been taking notes, exactly, but her tits definitely look bigger. If there’s an ounce of extra fat on her body, it’s all in her tits.

I shake my head-cut it out, Mike. This is your little sister.

“Hey, Kell,” I say. “Welcome home.”

Kelly smiles warmly. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“You mean you’re so glad I dropped out of college? Damn, I’m glad someone is!” I joked.

Kelly laughed, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “No, I mean I’m glad you’re home this summer too. I learned a lot in college, and there’s things I definitely want to talk about.”

Stuff like sororities and bio lab, I’m sure. I give Kelly a polite nod.

“Where’s Mom?” she asks.

“At the mall. She left some stuff in the fridge for us to heat up.”

“Oh, good.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Kell-I’m not going to try and cook anything.”

“No, I mean-” Kelly looks down, embarrassed, then looks me straight in the eye. “I’m glad it’s just us.” Kelly walks slowly over to my office chair, until she’s standing up right in front of me, looking down. Her tits loom over me and I hate myself, but I’m turned on. But I’m not immature anymore-I can play it cool now. I have any number of hot girls I can call up for a screw when I’m horny. No need to pop a woody over my little sister.

“Uh, do you want to sit down?” I ask her.

“Sure.” Kelly sits on the edge of my bed, bracing her hands on the bed and leaning forward. I can see a dangerous ways down her top. “Mike, in college, I took a lot of classes, and I studied a lot of things that had always seemed confusing to me.”

Yup, there we go-ranting about Bio 101. Surefire boner-killer. I said a silent thank you.

“My psychology classes were especially interesting.”

“Cool, think you’ll be a psych major?” I glanced at the clock.

“Mike, listen to me. I realized things about myself, things I’d been trying to forget, or hide, for years.”

Uh oh. This was not about Bio. Or worse-it was.

I turned my face away from her so she couldn’t see how nervous I was. “Yeah, girls, self-esteem. I’ve uh, heard that. Good that you took the class.”

“Mike.” It was just my name, but it made me look at Kelly. Her mouth was open ever so slightly and I had a vision, against my will, of her kneeling in front of my chair with my cock in her mouth. Unbelievable. I was twenty years old, and I still couldn’t control myself? My dick twitched in warning, but Kelly didn’t seem to notice.

“Mike, I’ve been attracted to you for years. I think you know that.”

I knew it. I couldn’t believe she was admitting it. Still, I was scared of where this conversation could go. Would she accuse me of taking advantage of her in the basement that time?

“Attracted to your loser older brother? Are we on candid camera?”

“Mike. Be serious. I have a sexual attachment to you. I’ve tried to be with other guys, so many other guys, in college, hoping it would help me get over you. But it hasn’t. It won’t. I want you, Mike.”

“Kelly, you must be feeling sick or something-“

“I want to fuck you.”

“-are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk, Mike. I’m wet. So wet. Want to feel?” Kelly uncrossed her legs and my dick, no longer under my own control, started to grow in my pants. Kelly looked down and noticed. Her eyes widened.

“And you’re hard,” she said, her voice a whisper. “You want to fuck me, too.”

“Kell,” I swung away from her in the desk chair, too nervous to meet her eyes, “you’re my sister, and I love you. I’m worried about you. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Mike, come off it-I’m the only one of us who’s brave enough to tell the truth.” She stared back down at my crotch, licking her lips. “If you won’t slot oyna fuck me, at least let me get you off.”

“Kell-“

“Come on. Let me return the favor.”

“Favor? What favor?”

“For that night in the basement.”

I wasn’t expecting that. Here she was, admitting what had happened on my lap so long ago. What last bit of restraint I had left went out the door when she continued, “Do you want me to sit on your lap again?”

I groaned. My cock leapt up in my pants like a caged animal trying to break free. Kelly smiled and lifted herself off the bed.

“We can’t do this, Kell.” It took all my resolve to say it. I didn’t mean it at all, and she could tell.

“Fine. I’m going to undress; if you think of me as just your sister and you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll get dressed and leave. But if you want me, I’m here. I know I’ll never get past wanting you until I feel your dick inside me, Mike.”

My cock throbbed. If I thought she was bluffing, I didn’t once she pulled her top over her head and threw it on the floor. Her red bra was sheer, and I could see her full, round nipples, the nipples that had been so hard and hidden when she’d straddled my cock and rocked herself to climax. My dick hadn’t gone down at all; it felt harder than it had ever felt in my life. Kelly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her long legs.

“So how do you feel, Mike? I can see how you feel, but are you going to tell me?” She reached around to undo her bra. Her breasts sprung forward like huge, ripe melons. I didn’t mean to, but I leaned towards her in my chair.

“Yes, Mike?” she said, lowering her mouth to my ear. She reached for my fly, grabbed a hold of my zipper. “Should I stay, or should I go?” She tugged my zipper down half an inch and then said, her hair draping over my face as she whispered in my ear, “Is it over?”

It was the same thing she’d said to me after cumming in my lap. I let out a harsh sigh, and pulled my half-naked sister down onto me. Right away, Kelly’s arms were all over me-wrapped around my neck, running down my back, coming around my front to undo my zipper the rest of the way.

“Mmm.” Kelly moaned in my ear. She still had on her red lace panties; I started to pull them down, but she slapped my hand away lightly and settled her cunt over my cock, which was straining and jumping against my thin cotton briefs. This time, there was no running pants between us, and I could feel how hot her cunt was, smell its musk and even feel her wetness through the lace. Kelly went right to work, riding me like a rocking horse, grinding down on my cock with her pussy. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she moved urgently, faster and faster.

“Oh yeah, Mike. Oh, yeah. I love feeling your cock on my clit. I used to finger myself and remember what it was like to feel your cock on my pussy. Your cock is so hard. I want to fuck so bad, Mike. I’m so wet. Oh, Mike! I’m going to cum.”

“Cum,” I urged my little sister, squeezing her round, perfect ass cheeks, pulling her down on me harder. “I want you to cum.” She moaned, and I did what I was too scared to do a year ago-I lowered my head to the tight, pink nipple on the end of her round, perfect breast, stuck my tongue out, and licked.

“Oh, Mike! Yes!” Kelly was pressing on me so hard with her cunt that, despite the barrier between us, it seemed like I could enter her. I opened my mouth and took in her whole nipple, licking and sucking while I kneaded her ass. “Mike! Oh my god!” Kelly’s grip tightened around my neck as she rocked fiercely against my swollen erection.

“Yes!” her breath was a ragged whisper in my ear and she fell shuddering against me. Her head fell on my shoulder and she lay there, panting and heaving. Her panties were drenched, and I could feel a wet spot on my own briefs. My dick must have been purple-I was so hard and horny for Kelly. I hooked my fingers into her panties and tried again to pull them down. I was amazed when, again, she slapped my hand away gently.

“Not yet.” She looked up at me with her huge brown eyes and I thought I might come right there. I couldn’t hide it anymore: My sister was dead sexy, I wanted to fuck her. I was going to fuck her, if she would let me…

Kelly was tugging at my own jeans and briefs and before I knew what was happening, they were down around my ankles. She kneeled at the foot on my chair, just like she had minutes ago in my fantasy, a teasing smile playing at her lips.

“This is what I really wanted to do that night in the basement, but I was scared. I didn’t know what to do, really. Now I do.” She grabbed the base of my cock, licking her lips. “Ooh, man. I wasn’t wrong calling you big brother all these years.”

I’ll admit it-my cock is pretty huge. Long and thick. I’ve never heard any complaints about it. I know more than a few girls have been interested for that reason only and not for my sparkling personality, but trust me, I was never offended.

“You felt big in your pants that canlı casino siteleri time in the basement, but this is more than I ever hoped for.” Kelly squeezed the base of my cock, pulling a moan from me, and then slid my entire dick into her mouth.

My eyes closed and my head fell back; I felt like I was in a trance of pure pleasure. Her mouth was so hot; her hands worked the bottom of my shaft while her lips moved up and down the length, pausing at the head just long enough to flick her tongue round and round before sliding back down again. “Kelly,” I moan, and she moans in return, her mouth filled with me. She leans over my lap, her ass crack exposed. Her tongue slides back over my head and stops to trace the sensitive hole. “Oh, Kell!” I nearly scream. “Fuck yeah. Oh, you’re so fucking good. Suck my dick, Kelly.” She responds by moving her mouth faster and faster, tightening her lips on my shaft. I grab her tits, which had been slapping temptingly against my leg. I tweak her nipples and she moans, looking up at me while she moved with increasing speed on my cock. With every thrust of my dick, Kelly moans deep and low in her throat. I lift my hips and she closes her eyes and before I know it, the head of my cock is touching the back of her throat.

It’s all I could take. “I’m gonna cum,” I tell her, and explode inside her mouth with tremendous force. She moans as I come, greedily sucking my juice into her mouth. Then she swallows. I can’t believe it. My cock jumps inside her mouth, hitting the roof. She releases my dick from her mouth and smiles up at me, sitting back on her heels and licking lazy at her swollen red lips.

“Was I good?” she asks.

Rather than answer, I lift her up by her armpits and set her down on the edge of my bed. I grab at her panties and, before she can stop me, tear them down. I kneel at the edge of the bed and spread my sister’s legs, exposing her wet cunt, pink and tight like a rosebud. I want nothing more than to bury my face in my little sister’s pussy, sucking and licking her until she begs me again to fuck her.

Kelly’s head tips back and she lies down on the bed. I put my mouth on her mons and give it small, slow kisses, tiny gentle pecks. Kelly lets out a high-pitched moan. “Oh, yeah. Oh, Mike. Lick my pussy.”

I’m good brother. I do as she says.

I start licking her slit, first in slow, lazy circles, then zoning in on her tight bud of a clit while she moans. Her cunt drips and I slowly lapp up the juices. “Mike, that feels sooo good. It made me so wet to have your cock in my mouth. I’m wet just thinking of you cumming. Ooh, Mike.”

Though I’d just cum a few minutes ago, my dick starts to grow again. I lick Kelly’s cunt faster, a little harder than before. She crams her pussy against my mouth. I slide one finger down her slit, and caress her left breast with my free hand. “Mike, I want you,” Kelly moanes. “I can’t wait to fuck.”

My dick jumps, rock-hard. Neither can I. I slide my fingertip just slightly inside her pussy; Kelly’s moans grew louder. I try to push my finger in deeper, but it won’t go in any further. Something is blocking me.

“Um,” I say, panting, my mouth covered in her juices and my dick dripping just waiting to be inside her, “are you wearing a tampon or something?”

“Mike,” Kelly moans, then takes a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Oh, not now. Is she getting cold feet? We had gone too far; I have to fuck her. I want her so bad, more badly than I’ve ever wanted anyone. My sweet blonde sister with the round tits and firm ass, and the wettest cunt I have ever tasted.

“What is it?” I ask. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared, Mike. I want this, I told you. But…I’m a virgin.”

I sit back on my knees and look up at her face. “You’re joking, right? You said you’d been with a bunch of guys in college.”

“I gave head a lot in college, yeah. But when the guys wanted to fuck me… I’d just clam up. I didn’t want them. I wanted you. Me blowing all those guys was just practice, for the day me sucking your cock would become reality and not just what I’d masturbate to at night. I’ve never had sex, Mike. If someone is going to pop my cherry, I want it to be my big brother.”

“Kell.” I saw red. I want to fuck my sister so badly, but could I take her virginity? That’s crossing another line…isn’t it? Then again, she had just sucked me to the best orgasm of my life, and I was, until a few seconds ago, sucking her cunt like it was my job. I think of how tight her pussy would feel, how my cock would feel when it broke the thin barrier of skin that was keeping me out.

I braced myself up on the bed to look in her eyes, my arms shaking as my cock throbs. “Are you sure?” It takes all of my stamina to ask.

Kelly licks her lips. “I’m sure. I’ve wanted this for years. I’m wet and tight for you, and I’m waiting.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I push my briefs and pants down and am out of them so quick, I could’ve won an undressing race. I lower my body on top of Kelly. She closes her eyes and moans, bracing her hands on my chest, running her fingers through my chest hair. “Oh yes, big brother. Pop my cherry. I’ve been waiting for your dick, yours alone.”

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Ben Tolga 2003 senesinde İstanbulda öğrenci yurdunda kalıyordum bu yurt kız erkek karışık bir yurttu buradan irem adında biriyle çıkmaya başladım gayet güzel düzgün bir ilişkimiz vardı ikimizde henüz çok gençtik ben 19 irem 18 yaşındaydı, iremin nergis isimli kankası vardı bu kız ilk başlarda pek dikkatimi çekmesede havaların ısınmasıyla birazcık dekolte giyerek çok ilgimi çekmeye başlamıştı, nergis deli dolu cıvıl cıvıl bir kız olup fiziği gayet düzgündü yüzü biraz sivilceliydi ama harika denebilecek irilikte göğüsleri vardı ve göğüs bölgesi lekeliydi o lekeler ve göğüsleri benim aklımı başımdan alıyordu, özellikle askılı giydiği günler yurdun bahçesinde otururken her eğilip kalkmasında göğüslerini izleyip kendimden geçiyordum havaların dahada ısınmasıyla birazcık serinlemek amacıyla yüzmek için büyükadaya gitme planı yapmaya başladık, nergisin göğüslerini daha yakından görebilmek için harika bir fikirdi ve zaman kaybetmeden büyükadaya gittik biraz bisiklet turundan sonra kendimizi ufak kayalık bir koy a attık ve artık soyunma vakti gelmişti ilk ben ve kız arkadaşım soyunduk ben sabırsızlıkla nergisin üzerindekileri çıkarmasını bekliyordum ve o an geldi nergis ilk olarak tişörtünü çıkarttı bikinisini zaten alta giymişti o harika göğüsleri artık tam karşımdaydı delirmek üzereydim biraz güneşlendikten sonra kız arkadaşım irem yüzme bilmediği için kayalıklarda kalmayı tercih etti,biz nergisle denize girdik ikimizde çok iyi yüzme bildiğimiz için kıyıdan baya bir uzaklaştık bir müddet yüzdükten sonra nergise daha yakın olabilmek için beni batırabilirmisin dedim o da alaycı bir şekilde ne varki deyip yanıma geldi ve omuzlarıma bastırıp beni batırmaya çalıştı işte o an o harika göğüsler bana en yakın mesafedeydi dilimi uzatsam deyecek gibiydim zor tuttum kendimi,batırma sırası bana gelmişti bu sefer ben nergisin omuzlarına yüklendim ve batırmaya başladım bu böyle devam ederken yine sıra bana geldiğinde omuzlarından değil de kollarından tutarak batırmaya çalıştım tabi o sıra ellerim bi yandan kollarını kavrarken bir yandan da göğüslerine dokunabiliyordum böyle sert ve iri bir göğüs olamazdı ve en güzeli nergis buna hiç ses çıkarmıyordu hatta bazen el ele yüzüyorduk bunu birkaç defa daha tekrarladıktan sonra nergisin bacakları ve kalçaları dahil her yerine şakalaşmak maksadıyla dokunmuş oldum,
Bir müddet sonra denizin ortasında bir kayaya rastgeldik bu kayaya çıkınca su omuzlarıma geliyordu, nergiste yanıma gelip hadi beni buradan at dedi bende tamam diyip onu önüme aldım ellerimi koltuk altından soktum parmak uçlarım göğüslerini kavramıştı o sıcaklığı ve iriliği hissedebiliyordum aylardır görebilmek için çok uğraştığım taş gibi göğüslere artık dokunabiliyor hatta hafiften sıkabiliyordum bunu 5-6 defa daha tekrarladık ben atıyordum nergis geri geri yüzerek geliyordu ben her seferinde belinden tutup kendime çekiyordum ve yine göğüslerine dokunuyordum bir daha diyordu, ben en sonunda dayanamayıp bu sefer onu kalçalarından tutup kendime çektim ve taş gibi olan penisime doğru bastırdım kalçalarını, nergisin bunu hissetmemesi imkansızdı bir müddet öyle durduk onunda hoşuna gitmişti anlaşılan hiçbirşey demedi bu sefer daha çok bastırdım göğüslerine artık bilmesini istiyordum ama sanırım anlamıştı ve artık çıksak iyi olur dedi ama bana karşı soğuk değildi halen şakalaşıp gülebiliyorduk, daha sonraki deniz planlarımızda da batırma bahanesiyle bir çok göğüslerine dokundum artık dokunma değil de resmen avuçlayıp batırabiliyordum ve çok hoşuna gidiyordu,
Bir gün nergis benim fotoğraf makinemi almak için öğrenci evime geldi evde kimse yoktu ve bana nasıl kullanılacağını sordu bende yanına oturup anlatmaya başladım nergis harika kokuyordu ve yine askılı bir tişört giymişti göğüslerine kayıtsız kalmak imkansızdı, ona biraz daha yakınlaşıp eline ve omuzlarına temas ettikten sonra onunda istekli olduğunu anladım ve hiç beklemeden dudaklarına yapıştım ve öpmeye başladım yaklaşık 5 sn duraksadıktan sonra karşılık verdi birbirimizin dudaklarını parçalıcak gibi öpüşüyorduk nergisin bakire olduğunu bildiğimden fazla ileri gidemicektim hemen tişörtünü çıkarttım o göğüslere dokunmak koklamak ve ısırmak artık serbestti hemen sütyenini çıkardıktan sonra o iri göğüslerini yalamaya başladım harika göğüsleri vardı hem iri hem sert ve uçlarıda dimdik ,uçlarını yalayarak onu çıldırttım vajinası sırılsıklam olmuştu ama içine girmeme müsade etmiyordu, en sonunda penisimi çıkartıp ağzına verdim ilk defa alıyordu ama harika yalıyordu boşalmamak için zor tuttum kendimi sonra nergisi yatağa yatırıp penisimi göğüslerinin arasına koydum elleriyle göğüslerine bastırıp penisimi sıkıştırmıştı biraz gidip geldikten sonra göğüslerinin tam üzerine boşaldım aylarca en ufak hareketini bile takip edip dekoltelerini izlediğim nergis ve göğüsleri artık benimdi ve her fırsatta beni boşaltmak için ziyaret etmeye başladı.

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