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Feeling very nervous as she stood backstage with the others, Diana Watson had so many butterflies in her stomach by then that she was deathly afraid that she might throw up ay any moment.

Uncomfortably squeezed into her very best dress – one that she had not worn for many years, since before a sedentary life added more than a few extra pounds to her once slender figure – Diana had to work hard to resist the impulse to run a restive hand through the hair she’d had professionally coiffed at the beauty parlor earlier that day. She had gone to a great deal of trouble and expense to look her absolute best for this event and didn’t want to ruin it, though she was quite sure the effect had long since been spoiled by her sweating and nervous fidgeting as she awaited her turn.

Cringing at the rolling rumble of the crowd, the rhythmic chant of the auctioneer and the gunshot-like bangs of the gavel, Diana resisted the urge to take another peek through the curtains as she knew that it would only put her even more on edge.

Diana really wasn’t the sort of woman to use such language, yet she still allowed a soft curse to pass her lips as she remembered how she had gotten herself into this mess.

* * *

Whenever the holiday season rolled around, the little women’s club that Diana belonged to always launched a drive to raise money for charity.

Ordinarily, they would go door-to-door or just send out fliers to beg for donations, but with the amount of cash they were collecting dropping off rapidly, they had all agreed that it was high time that they found a better alternative. After much pondering and head scratching, after several ideas were proposed and promptly shot down for one reason or another, it had been that well-known troublemaker Ethel Holmes who suggested a bachelorette auction.

A bachelorette auction, of all things! Diana had enjoyed a good laugh when she first heard this foolish notion.

The club’s membership was made up not of beauty queens after all, but almost entirely of middle-aged housewives, divorcees and widows! It wasn’t as if any of them were hideously ugly or anything, but she just couldn’t imagine anyone being willing to pay so much as a dime for an evening with any one of them. Then there was the little matter of their husbands and boyfriends, who would surely not appreciate their significant others spent a romantic evening out with someone else.

Not that the lonely Diana had to worry about that, of course.

Under the circumstances, Diana was shocked when several of the other members of the club announced that they thought this was a wonderful idea!

Ethel tried to allay the concerns of doubters like Diana by pointing out that they would be very careful to make sure that everyone understood that the auction was really just a show being staged as an excuse to raise money. At the most, she asserted, they would probably only have to have dinner with whoever won them, but it was far more likely that they would be let off the hook altogether. The men in their life surely had very little to fear from that!

A quick vote was held and, to Diana’s dismay, the scheme was passed with a sizable though not overwhelming majority.

Even so, Diana did not plan on participating in this auction silliness. The whole idea just made her profoundly uncomfortable and she didn’t care for the blow her self-esteem would certainly suffer when nobody wanted to buy a fat old woman like her.

When she spoke about all of this to her best friend Joyce Taylor the next day, she expected the other woman to join her in laughing at what an absurd idea it was.

Joyce did not laugh, however.

“I think you should do it, Diana.”

Diana’s mouth fell open in surprise. “What?!” She could hardly believe her friend would say such a thing and felt just a little bit betrayed that she had. “What are you talking about, Joyce? I mean, it’s not like I’m some sort of super model . . .”

Joyce allowed that a small smile. It wasn’t merely her friend’s shyness and sense of modesty that was making her so resistant to taking part in this event she knew, but she was also deathly afraid of the profound blow her ego would suffer if nobody was willing to bid any of their money on her. Joyce was convinced that she had nothing to worry about though as she had always thought Diana was one of the most attractive women she knew.

Her smile grew wider as a sneaky idea occurred to her.

“You’re a real woman, Diana, and that alone makes you hotter than any plastic super model,” she told her, delighting in how red her friend’s cheeks grew at this. “I can’t imagine why anyone would prefer to have a blow up doll when they could have a human being.”

Diana giggled at this, feeling very flattered, but her mood soon grew serious again. “I still don’t think I could do it, though. I mean, I just don’t think I could go out for an evening with somebody I don’t know. I would feel like some sort of prostitute if I went out with some guy just because he had paid some money.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Joyce reassured her quickly. internet casino “Kevin and I will buy you.”

Diana was startled yet again. “I beg your pardon.”

“My husband and I always contribute some money to your club’s charity drives anyway,” the other woman explained with a very casual shrug. “We’ll come down to the bachelorette auction and make sure that we are the ones to win you.”

Joyce gave her friend a few moments to think about that, to grow a little more relaxed and comfortable with the whole idea of the auction, then pretended to suddenly remember something. “Oh, no! Kevin’s going to be out of town that day. He’s got to go on another long business trip. Still, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll just have to buy you myself!”

Diana was a little unsure about that idea. “But if you keep bidding on me, people might start to think that you and I are . . .” Her voice trailed off as she couldn’t quite bring herself to actually say the words.

Joyce just laughed. “Don’t be silly, Diana! Everyone knows you and I are friends and that my husband and I always contribute to these charity drives. Just because I’m going to be there bidding for you without Kevin by my side isn’t going to make anybody suddenly start to think that we’re lesbians!”

Diana still looked doubtful, but finally answered, “I guess so.”

* * *

Diana had never imagined that this ridiculous bachelorette auction would actually be a success, but the size of the crowd on the other side of that curtain was ample proof that she had been wrong.

That fact did absolutely nothing to settle her nerves.

It had been bad enough when she thought that the whole event would be a flop and she would only have to go out there and parade around in front of a handful of people. The size of the mob that was crowded into the theater they had rented for this event was just astounding to her . . . not to mention frightening.

It was only by reminding herself that she was doing this to raise money for people who desperately needed it that kept her from making a run for it.

“And now, the next lovely bachelorette up for auction tonight, Miss Diana Watson!”

That was her cue to go out on stage of course, but all the strength left her legs at the sound of the auctioneer calling out her name and Diana simply couldn’t get herself to step through those curtains. In the end, it took a none too gentle shove from that troublemaker Ethel to propel her out there.

Diana gasped in awe at the sight of that vast sea of faces before her, well aware that every eye was now on her and she had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up right then and there. Praying that she wouldn’t trip over her own feet and fall on her face in front of all these people, she carefully but determinedly started pacing back and forth across the stage just as she had practiced over the last few days.

The bidding started then and something happened that Diana never would have expected.

* * *

Diana was in a state of severe shock as she found herself being guided out of the theater and across the parking lot by her friend Joyce just a few hours later.

To her immense relief, nobody had so much as batted an eye when another woman started bidding on her. That was not what had left Diana in such a dazed state though. Rather, it was the fact that the bidding for her had actually grown quite heated and she had been one of the most expensive bachelorettes auctioned off tonight. Indeed, she had gone for better than twice as much as had Ethel.

Somewhere, deep down, Diana took a measure of malicious satisfaction in the fact that she had outdone that troublemaker.

On the other hand, while it had been a very flattering amount of money to say the least, she just kept telling herself that everyone had gotten a little caught up in the spirit of the auction and didn’t really reflect how desirable she might or might not be. After all, she was a middle-aged woman and well past her prime now and most certainly not the sort of woman who populated the fantasies of most men. No, the amount of money they had bid really had more to do with the underprivileged people who would be helped by the donation than it did with her.

Even so, her friend had spent what seemed like an appalling amount of money to live up to her promise of buying her tonight and so she offered to reimburse her for most of it out of her own pocket, but Joyce wouldn’t hear of it.

“Relax, Diana, Kevin and I can afford it. Besides, it’s all for a good cause.”

Diana was just starting to regain her bearings when she found herself standing beside her best friend’s car as Joyce opened the door for her and invited her to climb in. Looking blankly at the other woman, who was holding the door open for her like the long lost chivalrous gentleman of olden days might, Diana started to protest that her own car was parked not very far away. She was quickly interrupted by Joyce, though.

“We’re on a date, remember?” Her voice was light and teasing. “I won you fair and square! And canlı poker oyna since you’re the bachelorette here, that must make me the bachelor, right? That means I have to be a gentleman!”

Diana couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s playfulness and took the hand that was offered to help her into the car. Just as soon as she was settled, Joyce shut the door for her and then dashed around the vehicle to climb behind the steering wheel.

* * *

Joyce had not stopped playing the chivalrous gentleman there, however.

She had taken Diana to a classy and very overpriced restaurant, opened the door for her, pulled out her friend’s chair for her when they were seated, and yet again refused to let the other woman share in the cost of the meal or even to leave the tip for their unctuous waiter. This was one of the finest restaurants in the city and it normally took forever to get a reservation, so Diana was quite curious about how they were able to get in at all. Joyce was shy about providing to many details, but eventually confessed that she had made the reservations right after she found out about the auction.

There followed a trip to the theater where they just happened to be putting on Diana’s favorite play. She knew full well that tickets to this show were completely impossible to obtain and so she had marveled when her friend produced them. Joyce was modestly reticent about how she had gotten hold of the tickets, but Diana eventually understood that, knowing that she was determined to win her no matter what the cost, her friend had made a special effort to get those tickets for some of the best seats in the house just as soon as they went on sale just for her.

Though still deeply concerned about how much money her friend was spending on this night, Diana could not deny that she also thought it was very sweet and flattering that the other woman would go to so much trouble and expense just for her. Further, her friend was in rare form tonight – being extremely humorous and entertaining and managing to lavish her with praise and compliments without seeming at all insincere.

Laughing and thoroughly enjoying her best friend’s company this night, Diana was practically floating by the time the two women finally decided it was time to bring this night to an end. Even so, she couldn’t help but notice that they were not headed back to the theater so that she could pick up her car, nor were they headed towards the modest apartment were she had lived alone ever since her husband left her.

“Joyce? Where are we going now?” she wondered innocently.

The other women gave her an almost wolfish grin. “Back to my place for a nightcap,” she explained with a giggle. “Isn’t that how all the best dates end?”

“Are you sure? I mean it’s getting awfully late now.” Diana’s smile was a self-deprecating one. “Surely you must be getting pretty tired of me by now!”

“Never!” Joyce was very adamant and her face flushed hotly when she realized that she had said that much too forcefully. “Look, you’d be doing me a big favor if you could come back to my place tonight. Remember how I told you that Kevin was out of town on one of his business trips? It gets so lonely in that house when I’m all alone like this.” Her smile made a reappearance and she didn’t have to fake even one ounce of the eagerness and enthusiasm with which she suggested, “Why don’t you spend the night? It’s not like either one of us have to go to work in the morning, after all. It’s been forever since we spent some time together like this – just the two of us.”

“That does sound like fun,” Diana nodded agreeably, “but I don’t have any spare clothes or anything over at your place.”

“Don’t you worry about that.”

* * *

The hour had grown very late, the two women sprawled so comfortably on the couch had by now drunk most of a bottle of wine, and so Diana and Joyce were both feeling relaxed and just a little giddy.

Joyce had just been regaling her friend with a hilarious story about the latest stupid thing her husband Kevin had done to embarrass himself and of course her too. She added that she loved him dearly and couldn’t imagine a life without the man, but that there was just no denying that he wasn’t the smartest guy around.

It was this story which seemingly inspired the question, “So why didn’t you ever get married again?”

Diana just shrugged, looking away. “Well, let’s face it, Joyce, plump and middle-aged women are not the first choice of most of the men out there.”

It was very clear to her friend that she was a very lonely and discouraged woman with a very poor self-image and Joyce simply wasn’t prepared to put up with that tonight. “You can just stop that right now, Diana,” she told her firmly. “I am sick to death of listening to you run yourself down all the time! Now you just listen to me: You’re not only the sweetest, kindest, most generous person on the face of this planet, but you also just happen to be the most beautiful woman I have ever met!”

Diana looked up into her friend’s eyes shyly, looking poker oyna more than a little vulnerable. “Do you really think so?”

“I do,” answered Joyce firmly and with great feeling, meeting her friend’s gaze without flinching.

The living room fell into utter silence then as there followed a long and very intense moment of the two women just staring deep into each other’s eyes.

As if on impulse, Joyce suddenly leaned in and gave her dearest friend in all the world a friendly and all too brief kiss on the lips that Diana was only too happy to accept. However, instead of pulling back again in the aftermath of this kiss, Joyce stayed right where she was and raised a hand to gently stroke her friend’s cheek.

“You are so sexy . . .” Joyce breathed softly.

There was confusion on Diana’s face. “Um, Joyce . . .?”

Whatever question she may have wanted to ask was interrupted then when Joyce suddenly leaned back in and captured her lips again. This was not merely another chaste kiss between old friends however, but a much longer and far more intense kiss that they both felt all the way down to their toes and which left them breathless.

Now there was also astonishment on Diana’s face. “Joyce . . .?”

“My, God,” Joyce moaned, scooting closer to the other woman so that the full length of their bodies were pressed firmly together on that couch. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“You have?!” Diana couldn’t quite believe her ears. “But what about Kevin?”

“I’ve known you and loved you for twice as long as I have Kevin,” Joyce replied, once more stroking her friend’s face. Her claim was absolutely true as well and, even though she really had wanted to help her friend out with this bachelorette auction, it had been her ulterior motive all along to end this evening by seducing her. “This has nothing to do with my husband. This is just about the two of us, my darling.”

Diana’s heart fluttered at all of this romantic attention, especially after such a long drought, but she still resisted what was happening. “But we’re both women . . .”

Joyce just chuckled softly. “Shh,” she whispered, so close to her friend by now that their lips were almost brushing against each other. “Don’t worry about that, darling. Just let it happen. I promise that you will not regret it.”

Joyce kissed her again and was absolutely delighted when the other woman’s resistance melted away swiftly. It took very little encouragement to get Diana then to open her mouth and allow in her tongue and so very soon the two women were sharing a long, deep, and very passionate kiss. If they had felt that first kiss all the way down to their toes, this one was like two souls touching and merging into one.

Leaning her friend back so that she was reclining against the arm of the couch, Joyce followed her and spent a little time kissing and nibbling at as much of Diana’s neck, shoulder and collarbone as she could reach. Thanks to the fact that the other woman was still wearing the evening gown that she had taken out of moth balls for the bachelorette auction, there actually was quite a bit she could reach.

Sighing and moaning softly, tilting her head to one side to provide her friend with easier access to her neck, Diana ran her hands up and down Joyce’s back feverishly. “Oh, my, God,” she whimpered in a throaty, emotion choked voice. “That feels so good, Joyce . . .”

Joyce did not answer with words, but when one of her hands rose to firmly cup one of the other woman’s breasts it sent a profound shudder coursing through Diana.

Joyce smiled to herself as she continued to work on her best friend – she had always been so confident that when given even half a chance, not only would Diana prove to be a very willing lover, but that she herself would prove to be skillful at loving other women. It was like all of her favorite and hottest fantasies were coming true!

Writhing and moaning heatedly, poor Diana was sinking deeper and deeper into the haze of pure ecstacy. It had been so very long since anyone at all had romanced and seduced her of course, but there was much more to it than that. She found herself this evening in the arms of someone she had always loved like a sister, someone she completely trusted and admired, someone who knew her better than she knew herself, and these were after all exactly the sort of qualities that she had always dreamed of a romantic partner having. Naturally, it also didn’t hurt that the person who was now making out with her was also the most beautiful person she had ever known, male or female.

As she was feverishly kissed and eagerly groped on that couch that incredible evening therefore, Diana had simply decided that her friend had been entirely correct: It just didn’t matter that they were both women or that one of them was supposedly very happily married.

Joyce smirked at the pathetic little whine that rose from her friend’s throat when she suddenly let go of her breast. Hooking a finger in one of the shoulder straps of Diana’s dress, she slipped it off and then pulled it down far enough to reveal one of Diana’s full breasts. Age and gravity had conspired to make that bosom sag just a little of course, but Joyce had no complaints and for once in her life Diana did not feel at all self-conscious about her perceived shortcomings.

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I’ve been teasing Elisha all morning. She’s at work but she makes time to do the little tasks I assign her.

Today she has stood before the mirror in the ladies’ room and teased her lovely nipples for me. I gave her a script:

“I belong to you, Miss Gwen. I’m your filthy horny slut and I’ll do whatever you say. I’m your fucktoy, your insatiable pussy-licking whore. You own me, every filthy nasty bit of me, and I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

She recited this as she pinched and twisted and tugged her nipples hard, watching in the mirror, hoping none of her colleagues would come in. We have had some close calls in the past.

I know the pain in her nipples travels through Elisha’s body like lightning, quickly making her pussy wet. I have her dab some of that wetness on her pulse points like perfume, and smear some more on her face. Anyone who gets close to her today will smell her sex, like an animal in heat.

Elisha returns to work, her bra and panties tucked obediently into her purse. I have her put the purse on the floor, open, where anyone could look in and see her discarded lingerie.

What Elisha doesn’t know is that my business trip has finally materialized and I have been messaging her from a cafe a couple blocks down the street.

I direct her to play with her nipples again, then send her to the ladies’ room once more to play with her increasingly wet pussy. But not to cum – no, not yet. Some days I have her cum over and over at work, and other days I deny her until evening. This is turning out to be the second sort of day.

Elisha tells me it’s time for her lunch break and asks if I have any directions for her. Last week I had her visit a crowded market and purchase a large cucumber and a single condom. I tell her to wait at her desk while I think about it.

And then I am striding toward her. She has seen me only in photographs, so when I arrive at her cubicle it is a split second before her jaw drops in recognition. She is too startled to rise in greeting or to drop to her knees. She just sits in her office chair.

I smile. “Hello, sugar-britches,” I say. “Surprised?”

I reach into my satchel as Elisha struggles to recover the power of speech. I pull out a delicate black collar studded with sparkly rhinestones. “Pretty, isn’t it?” I ask.

I hand the collar to her and she immediately buckles illegal bahis it around her neck. To her credit, she has not once glanced around to see if any of her co-workers are watching our encounter. I am impressed at her discipline.

Elisha takes my extended hand and I pull her to her feet. It is the first time we have ever touched each other after months of dreaming, and we hold onto each other for a full minute, maybe two, as we look into each other’s eyes.

Finally Elisha remembers herself. She looks down shyly. “Thank you for the collar, Miss Gwen,” she says softly. “I will wear it with obedience, love, pride, and devotion.”

I put a hand under her chin and raise her face so I can look once more into her eyes. “I’m proud of you,” I say. “You’re a very good girl and you have earned this collar. I love you, sweet slut.”

Elisha beams under my praise.

I reach again into the satchel. Elisha’s eyes widen as she sees what I pull out. It’s a leash. A very thin, delicate one. A little strip of black leather one might use on a miniature poodle, but a leash just the same. I attach it to the loop on her collar. Elisha drops her eyes to the floor once more in shy submission, but not before I see that she is blinking back tears.

I step close enough to feel her heat, to smell the secretions she is wearing at my direction. “You belong to me,” I whisper. She nods, speechless.

I raise my fingers to the front of her silky shirt and unfasten two buttons, leaving it open to her sternum. The shirt blouses open. Anyone who cares to look will be able to see her little breasts nestled inside.

“Ready?” I ask softly.

Elisha nods once. “Yes, Miss.”

I take the end of the lead and walk her slowly away. We reach the doors and I smile as Elisha’s colleagues approach the exit and veer away when they catch a glimpse of us.

Then we’re out on the busy noon-time street, walking through crowds of people in search of food and a respite from commercial tedium. I cut through the crowds, watching their eyes widen as they see her.

“The park, Elisha,” I say. “Where’s the park where you eat lunch sometimes?”

She directs me to turn left at the next corner and soon we are at the park, a peaceful little oasis of green in a busy commercial district. We follow a footpath into the center of the park, where benches ring a green lawn. I walk her illegal bahis siteleri to one of the benches. “Sit here, love,” I say, unclipping the leash and putting it back in my bag.

I walk to a bench across the circle of lawn. I watch as she pulls her shirt open and leans back against the bench, letting the sunlight warm her exposed breasts. She’s done this for me before, many times, but until now I have only imagined it.

Passersby slow their steps at her bench, swiveling their heads to look at her. Some do a comical double-take. She ignores them and basks in the sun. It isn’t actually all that warm. I can see from here that her nipples are fully erect, the lovely areolas crinkled in the open air.

Now and then a man stops by the bench and says something. Elisha shakes her head. According to the rules of our game, she must send the first two away. She pulls a book from her bag and pretends to read as she exposes herself on the park bench. Just another sunny day.

A young man approaches her bench. A college student, by the looks of him. Backpack, glasses, a button-down shirt tucked neatly into jeans. Perfect. Elisha shakes hands with him, engaging him in conversation. Then she takes his hand and leads him deeper into the park, behind some bushes.

A few minutes later she returns to her spot on the bench, sitting demurely and brushing a few blades of grass off her knees. I imagine I can see a few drops of cum glistening on her cheek.

I walk to her bench and reattach the leash. “Good girl,” I tell her.

“Thank you, Miss.”

I lead her to a restaurant I selected earlier. I know it’s not in her price range. “Have you ever eaten here, pet?” I ask.

“No, Miss.”

“Let’s see if it lives up to its reputation.”

I unclip the leash and we enter the restaurant. It’s a large room decorated with old paintings in gilt frames. White tablecloths. It’s a bit fussy for my tastes, frankly. Formal and old-fashioned. I’d have favored take-out curry. But there’s time for that. I’m in town for several more days.

The waiter comes over and I order for both of us. To his credit, he doesn’t glance twice at Elisha’s exposed breasts. I’ll reward his discretion when I calculate the tip.

“How was the college boy?” I ask.

Elisha blushes and gives me a detailed account of their encounter in the bushes. I have her tell me canlı bahis siteleri how it feels to be led through the street on a leash, exposed. She struggles to find words. “It’s like a dream, Miss Gwen,” she tells me. “It’s thrilling and scary and better than I imagined it would be. I am terrified to do it another second and I never want it to end.”

I listen as we eat lunch. It’s delicious but neither of us is really tasting it. We are caught up in the intensity of the moment.

I pause as the waiter clears away our lunch plates, then ask, “Are you wet, sweet girl?”

She answers immediately. “I am SO wet, Miss Gwen. It will be a miracle if the back of my skirt is dry when we walk back to the office.”

“This place is known for its desserts, isn’t it?”

She smiles widely. “I’ve heard about them my whole life.”

“We should definitely order dessert then,” I say, “but not until after you cum for me.”

“Right here, Miss?”

“Right here.”

Elisha’s smile confirms that she hoped I would ask her to do this. She doesn’t bother to glance around to see who’s looking before slipping her fingers into her skirt under the tablecloth.

“I’m wetter than I thought, Miss,” she says.

“Hush, pet,” I say. “Just cum for me.”

She is quiet for a few moments. I see a blush start in her chest, between her breasts, where her shirt is still gaping open. It creeps up her neck and her cheeks. She’s quiet except for her quick shallow breathing. She closes her eyes and I know she’s close.

She has left one hand resting on the table. I reach over and lift her fingers to her neck so she can feel the collar there. An “oooh…aaah!” escapes her lips as her orgasm overwhelms her. She drops her head and her shoulders shake for a few moments until the tremors subside.

“Good girl,” I say.

Elisha beams under my praise.

We open the dessert menus and begin reading about the delicious options. Elisha studies them all carefully, then closes the book and looks up at me. There’s a mischievous gleam in her eye. “I can’t decide,” she says. “Is it possible I could have TWO desserts?”

I pretend to think about it for a moment. “Yes, I suppose so,” I say, reaching into my bag. “But you’ll need this.” I see her eyes widen as she takes the dildo from me under the table.

In a miracle of bad timing, the waiter chooses that moment to return. “Have you chosen a dessert, ladies?” he asks.

“None for me,” I say, “but I believe my lovely guest will be sampling two desserts today.”

Elisha looks up, the gleam still in her eye. “At least two,” she says.

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I had just graduated from high school, and was cleaning out my room packing things up preparing for college when I came across a box of old clothes. In that box I found an old bathing suit I had since I was 15. I knew it was a little small but that’s how I enjoyed wearing my clothes, especially around my father. After I tried the suit on, and enjoyed the way it fit I stopped by Daddy working in his den to let him know I was going swimming. The way he looked at me let me know just how sexy I looked in the too small suit.

Out at the pool I saw Daddy watching from a window in his den so I made sure to cover every exposed inch of skin with my lotion before diving in, and swimming a few laps. When I got out I reclined on a chaise lounge to enjoy the sun’s hot rays. With my eyes closed to the bright sun I began to imagine my boyfriend’s hands exploring my body, and I became very aroused. I decided a hot shower with my favorite shower head was in order so I went inside. As I went güvenilir bahis past Daddy in the den he asked me to come inside. As I stood before him with just a towel around my waist, I could feel his eyes roam freely over my body as we discussed my college plans.

Daddy came out from behind his desk, and I could clearly see the effect I had on him by the bulge in his pants. Then he was standing in front of me, staring down at me, down the top of my suit. I could feel his breath on me, and it made me shiver. He stepped even closer, and I could feel his hardness against me, making me shiver again.

“You look very sexy in that suit pumpkin, ” he said as he ran his hands up my arms to rest on my shoulders.

“Thank you Daddy, ” I said never looking up.

“But I bet you look even better without it on, ” he then said as he pulled the straps of my suit down exposing my perky breasts.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I asked as I tried to turn and leave the türkçe bahis room.

“I’ve been teased far to long by you pumpkin, and now I want to enjoy you, ” he said as he grabbed me from behind, and pulled me against him.

“Please Daddy, no, ” I protested as I felt his stiffness pressed tightly to my ass, and one of his hands come up to caress my breast as the other held me tight against him.

My fight to escape him was weakening, and he knew it.

“That’s it pumpkin let yourself enjoy this, ” he whispered into my ear as the hand that was holding me to him ran down between my legs.

“Oh Daddy please, ” I began to protest yet again but was overcome by his hand rubbing my pussy.

“M M M M I love a bald pussy pumpkin, ” he breathed in my ear as I lost all my fight against him.

“OOOHH DADDY, ” I moaned as his hand bought me quickly to orgasm.

“Suck my cock pumpkin, ” Daddy said after I recovered from orgasm, and I obediently turned, güvenilir bahis siteleri and dropped to my knees before him.

After freeing his cock he leaned back against his desk, and told me how long he has been fantasizing about me doing this. As I ran my tongue up the length of his cock I looked up into his eyes, smiled then swallowed his cock halfway. He groaned loudly, and I began to slide my tightly suctioned lips up, and down his throbbing shaft.

“That’s it pumpkin suck Daddy’s cock so good, ” he moaned as I let more, and more of his cock slip into my mouth.

I relaxed my throat, closed my eyes, and when his cock slipped into my throat he grabbed my head, and groaned, “Take it all pumpkin. “

Daddy began to fuck my mouth, and I just let him take his pleasure. When I reached up, and began to caress is hairy balls it was all he could take, and he began to shoot his hot, gooey cum down my throat. When his balls were drained I pulled my mouth from his cock, and he pulled me up, hugged me, and apologized for what he had just done. I told him it was ok, and that I enjoyed it as much as he had. We held each other for several minutes before I asked him to take me upstairs and make love to me.

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“Oh, my God!” Trace could barely contain himself, whistling at the leggy blonde strutting off the stage and toward their group. “She’s fucking fine! I’ll see you boys later!” He held out a couple bills, and the obviously enhanced stripper sauntered over to him, grinding her purple thong-clad pelvis against his knee as she took the money he proffered with her ample tits, smiling suggestively before whirling to present her rock hard ass and shapely legs. He got to his feet, following her toward one of the partitioned-off areas for a private couch dance. The matching purple heels were a nice touch, and most of the bachelor party was momentarily distracted by Trace’s exuberance and the stripper’s playfully provocative attitude before they disappeared.

“We picked a perfect night to come.” Jared’s grin was infectious, his eyes on the pair of girls intertwined near the catwalk. An unusually curvy Asian doll clung to a statuesque redhead, their bare breasts pressed against each other as their tongues mingled and hands roamed and caressed with abandon. “Avery? That brunette in the white thong is pretty hot. You’d better act now before that guy in the suit lures her away.” With that, he got to his feet and hurried toward the kissing girls, waving a twenty at them and beckoning to one of the private dance areas. They paused, offering Jared a pair of sultry smiles as they clasped hands, then hurried off the stage to join him.

With a long sigh, Avery lit a cigarette. It was only a perfect night to come because he’d been warned by Trace, Jared’s little brother, that the girls working the Sunday night shift weren’t nearly as aesthetically pleasing. A Monday wedding seemed rather unusual, but Jared and Michelle planned to travel during the less popular days of the week to save a bit of money they could put toward having a stress-free honeymoon.

The trip back to Chicago had been filled with contemplation. Since returning to his hometown and best friend, Avery was dismayed with always seeming just on the edge of conversations with Jared and his crew, never quite able to ease into the rapid-fire, colorful discussion topics they bounced back and forth. They were young and smarmy, like a lot of guys their age in this area, and the differences between him and Jared brought about by simple geography were quite staggering. Ten years of California living had taught Avery a lot of patience, determination, and most of all, acceptance.

Somehow, Jared had made a life and name for himself without losing his impish charm along the way. Working for an IT upstart fresh out of high school and during college insured he was well positioned for a prime job offer once he graduated. The romance with Michelle surprised everyone who knew Jared, if the truth be told. It was clear he was a man well on his way to happiness and success that would undoubtedly support the All American Dream with ease. But the whirlwind courtship and announcement of their engagement only caused more curiosity among his family and friends.

Avery hadn’t met the lady in question yet. He’d only arrived at O’Hare a few hours ago with just enough time to shower and change before catching a cab to Club Silk, one of the best strip clubs in town, according to Trace, and the reunion between the old friends had been as warm and exuberant as they dared with other young men looking on.

Avery had no cause to doubt Jared’s rakish kid brother when it came to selecting a venue, given his age and level of nightlife prowess. Hell, the drop-dead gorgeous young man planned most of the bachelor party arrangements since Avery hadn’t lived here for twelve years. Good and bad parts of town can change drastically, and he wasn’t sure which place would suit their needs.

Trace was nearly physically identical to his older brother, with the same dark brown hair and startlingly pale blue eyes. But while Jared had a bit of poise and polish from a few years living on his own, Trace was wild and untamed. The general consensus was that Trace wouldn’t make it through his freshman year of college because sitting in labs or classes all day was “way fucking boring.”

The DJ switched up the tracks and “Fergilicious” began as the pretty brunette made another trip down the catwalk. She was tanned and toned, and Avery had to admit she was certainly one of the more realistic-looking and attractive girls he’d seen tonight.

“Man, you lost your chance!” Jared flopped onto the suede-upholstered chair beside his friend, leaning an elbow on the glass and iron edged table as the strippers he’d bought a dance from breezed past in a giggling cloud of glittering skin and perfume. “Those guys in the suits just bought her for like an hour.”

“So are you ready for the rehearsal tomorrow?” Avery inquired, sipping his watered down soda. “I can’t believe it. You’re going to be married in thirty-six hours. God, where does the time go?” Avery smiled, a distant light in his eyes.

“She’s so perfect, Avery. I can’t wait for you to meet her. I feel bad you haven’t already, but with our school schedules and all, we don’t have the money güvenilir bahis or time to get out there for a visit, as much as we’d love to.”

Avery nodded, brushing his unruly blond bangs from his eyes. “The real question you’ve got to answer is this: is she hotter than Brooke?”

With a comic groan and hand to his crotch, Jared fell back in his chair, laughing as he recalled his almost obsessive high school crush on Brook Nash, the cutest girl in their class.

“Oh, my God! Brooke is in a class all her own. Michelle’s pretty in that old-fashioned porcelain doll kind of way. Brooke was a fucking goddess!”

A couple more girls paraded down the steps to circulate through the crowd. One of them, a delicate little thing with sandy blonde hair and big brown eyes, approached their table. Her breasts were small but perky, tipped with pale pink nipples that made Jared’s mouth water.

“Hi,” she chirped in a little voice that struggled to be heard over the music. “You guys want a couch dance?”

Avery pulled out his wallet and gave her a twenty, gesturing to Jared. “It’s on me. Give him a great time, sweetie. On Monday, he’ll be a married man.”

Jared’s eyes widened, then he grinned and got to his feet.

“… Oh, all the comrades e’er I had, they’re sorry for my going away, and all the sweethearts e’er I had, they’d wish me one more day to stay, but since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I gently rise and softly call,good night and joy be with you all.” The men at Timothy’s finished in a boisterous chorus, then cheered, many coming over to clap Jared on his back or put another shot of whiskey before him. Timothy, tending bar tonight, smiled and handed Jared one last shot then announced it was time to clear out.

“Your parents must be so proud, Jared.” Mr. O’Donnell smiled, coming over to shake Jared’s hand with a vigor that belied his years. “Congratulations, lad, and we’ll see you on Monday then.” The old Irishman gave a nod to Tim behind the bar, then turned on a heel and sauntered out of the small pub.

“Church is off tomorrow, right?” Trace slurred the question as he slumped against Keith, one of his friends. “‘Cause I’m going to have a wicked hangover in the morning.”

“I think we’ll be fine as long as we’re there on time for the rehearsal.” With a sigh, Avery finished his beer then slid off his stool to settle up before leaving. “You ready to go, Jared?” All but falling off the stool, Jared reached out to steady himself on the bar, struggling to retrieve his wallet from his pants.

“Forget it, Jared.” Tim grinned, gathering up empty glasses. “On the house. But you boys best be on your way. Eve will have a right temper if you’re late for rehearsal tomorrow.”

“Thanks…” Jared’s gratitude came out a bit slurred as Avery helped him toward the door, not too tipsy to realize the extreme danger of a pissed off mother-in-law to be.

Trace and company had been stealing sips here and there, but mutually agreed that they weren’t tired and would go looking for some scary goth girls at a nearby twenty-four-hour coffee house.

A couple of Jared’s friends made a point of emphasizing the lateness of the hour. In the end, Avery and Jared stood at a street corner, waiting for the cab Avery had called to show up.

“I don’t know why Michelle wants to be all traditional about not sleeping together the last couple nights before we get married,” Jared mumbled as warm summer wind swept his hair into dark tendrils. “I mean, my bed’s more comfortable than any hotel.”

“Well, it’s her big day, too.” Avery sighed, watching the cars whiz past with a pang of nostalgia. If things weren’t going so well as in Cali, he’d be tempted to consider moving back here in a heartbeat. “And you know how big a deal this is to women. Just think about the honeymoon. It’s going to be awesome.”

He and Jared used to walk the neighborhood streets at night, sneaking cigarettes or the odd beer disguised in a fast food soda cup as they complained about school, pined for certain girls, and speculated where they’d be ten years from now.

Never in his wildest imaginings had Avery ever considered that Jared would settle down and get married. Even as they stayed in close touch over the years and shared victories and losses, there had been a youthful thread binding them that would soon be tangled in knots by the silk ribbons of love and matrimony.

“I got a really nice room,” Avery reassured as their cab approached. “We can go get your things tomorrow. Will Michelle be around?”

“She’s got a few last minute things to finish. I’m sure she’ll be able to bring my stuff if I call and ask her…” he trailed off, lids heavy.

They offered a curt wave to the cab driver, and then slid into the back seat, giving him the name of Avery’s hotel. The car lurched forward with a jolt, and Avery wished he could have driven instead.

The warm summer night was filled with college kids and club goers trying to walk off a bit of the last call overindulgence, homeless people looking for a spare türkçe bahis bit of change, and some of the darker and more mysterious element, all of whom didn’t seem to mind the lateness of the hour.

After seven years of conventional working hours, Avery wasn’t able to handle the old nocturnal schedule he used to keep, and apparently Jared wasn’t either. He was slumped against the door.

With the soft squeak of breaks, the cabbie pulled up in front of the luxury hotel, checking the navigation system to total up their fare. Avery handed him his card, then got out to catch Jared before he collapsed onto the elegant flagstone drive.

“Have a good night,” the cabbie said in heavily accented English, gliding back out into traffic. Avery frowned, slipping an arm around Jared’s waist. Jared was very solid, and though he was in perfect shape, there was still a lot of bulk to manage as he tried to help his friend stagger toward the revolving lobby doors.

“A few more steps, Jare. Come on. The elevator’s right over here…”

“Man…” Jared choked back a bark of laughter. “People are going to get the wrong impression about us, Avery. Just so we’re cool, I don’t let anyone shove anything up my ass.”

“Shut up!” Avery bristled, surrounded by polished brass, marble, and Vivaldi at a gentle volume as he tried to haul a softly sniggering Jared toward the brass doors. He winced as a pair of businessmen click-clacked up behind them in their obviously expensive suits and shoes, lifting their brows at Jared’s babbling. “Bachelor party,” Avery tried to assure. They weren’t buying it and took a few steps back as the car’s doors slid open. Avery hauled his friend inside just before they shut.

More Vivaldi, mirrored walls, and a padded bench awaited them, and Avery let Jared collapse backward onto the bench, catching his breath from the effort as he studied Jared’s slumped form.

As far back as Avery could recall, he and Jared had always been friends. From playing in sand boxes or arguing over who got to go down the slide first, they had been thick as thieves. Their parents got along well, and only lived half a block apart. In fact, they’d met when the boys were still babies. Mrs. Marcus was out taking Avery for a walk in his designer stroller while Jared’s mother planted flowers in their front flower bed. Jared was in a baby swing close by.

The Marcuses and McCalls had grown very close over the years. Jared’s father owned a chain of successful mensware shops while Avery’s father held a high-ranking position in a local bank.

Avery never wanted for anything, and while Jared wasn’t quite as indulged, they still managed to be the best of friends.

If only Jared knew how hard this had become for Avery … Frightened he’d end their friendship, Avery never confessed his confusing feelings of a love deeper than that of average friends, even when those feelings intensified during their last couple remaining years living moments away from each other. But it was a constant whenever they were together—a stabbing pain of both lust and shame he could never ignore.

When his father was offered a promotion in the form of bank president in Santa Barbara, the Marcus family packed their things, said farewell to their beloved Chicago, and Avery’s life got a whole lot better, and a whole lot worse, all at once.

“All right.” Avery heaved Jared to his feet, practically carrying his friend down the posh and silent corridor until they arrived at his room. Carefully, he propped Jared against the entryway, retrieved his key card from his wallet and unlocked the door.

“Okay, Jared. We’re here. Can you get yourself to the bathroom and whatever else alone?” A mumbled slur was his only acknowledgement. Please don’t make me do this for you, Avery thought as he closed the door behind them and turned on the lamp beside his bed.

Jared’s T-shirt was rumpled, and his jeans hung low on his narrow hips. Avery let him fall back onto a bed. He fervently hoped a cool cloth would bring him around enough so he could get to the toilet and back to bed on his own.

Seeing Jared in person for the first time in two years had been hard. But seeing him sprawled out in all his nearly unconscious beauty was worse. Though Avery had taken a handful of lovers over the years, standing up at Jared’s wedding would be one of the hardest and most heartbreaking things he’d ever have to do.

Returning from the bathroom with a cloth soaked in cold water, Avery hovered over Jared just for a moment to watch the soft lighting play upon his friend’s face. His eyes were closed, long lashes making shadows on his cheeks. Lips slightly parted, he looked as if he were waiting for a kiss, not incapacitated by alcohol.

Every plane and angle of Jared’s face was forever etched into his mind, but as Avery knelt beside the bed, one hand poised with the cloth, he studied the handsome man Jared had become.

“She’s so lucky,” he whispered, hesitating only a second before running the folded cloth across Jared’s brow, watching intently as his friend’s lashes fluttered. güvenilir bahis siteleri Even as he longed to lie beside him and just talk as they had once done, Avery got to his feet as Jared stirred. “I thought you’d be better off hitting the john before you totally passed out. You only rent beer, after all, and I wouldn’t want you wetting the bed again.”

Jared managed a weak smile, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll never live that one down, will I?”

Avery went to his suitcases in the corner to find a T-shirt.

“Probably not. Night.”

“Night,” Jared mumbled, closing the bathroom door as Avery turned out the light.

Do you know how to tie a fucking Windsor knot?” Jared stood at the bureau, scrutinizing himself in the bright Sunday sunshine pouring through their room’s window. “I hate ties. You’d think having a father who sold these damned things would make me get it by now. Seriously, ties fucking suck.”

Handsomely tousled, Jared cut a stark contrast to Avery’s pressed as a pin visage. While Jared’s dark bangs fought to obscure his eyes, Avery’s hair had been successfully tamed with comb and gel into a very professional arrangement, not one golden hair out of place. His own navy suit and tie were flawlessly arranged, and his shoes shone from being freshly polished.

“Here.” He smirked, putting down the bagel he’d been nibbling. “Stand still and pay attention, dumbass. God, if your dad knew you couldn’t tie a Windsor.”

“Shut up. I’m under a lot of stress,” Jared complained, looking a bit sleepy around the eyes despite the Bloody Mary he’d chugged for breakfast, hoping the hair of the dog would make him feel better. “Tracey can’t tie these fucking things, either.”

Avery took another bite of his bagel, sitting at the table and flipping through the paper. Jared sucked the last bit of tomato juice and vodka clinging to the ice, pickle, and celery stalk, swaying to the alt-rock song tuned in on the clock radio as he jingled the ice in his glass. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He put the glass down on the table and started to pace. “Am I batshit insane, Avery? I mean I totally love Michelle and can’t imagine life without her, but getting married? Damn—”

The brisk tonal warble of the room’s phone interrupted his tangent and he reached for it. A mumbled “okay” and he dropped the receiver back into the cradle, his eyes lowered. “The car’s here. Ready to go?”

Don’t worry about me being ready to go, Avery thought as he got to his feet, pitching the remains of his breakfast into the nearby trash. Worry about you being ready to go.

“Let’s go.”

St. Matthew’s Cathedral was unusually quiet as Jared and Avery stepped inside. Jared was pretty much a Christmas and Easter Catholic, while Avery’s faith lapsed more with each passing year. Father Patrick offered them a welcoming wave from the dais.

“Jared.” He nodded, stepping down and toward the hall leading back to the family room. “Avery Marcus! Great to see you again, son.”

“Father,” Avery returned, standing in a kaleidoscope of colored sunlight pouring in from a nearby stained-glass window.

“I’ve got coffee going if you two would like to help yourselves. Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you back here to run through the rehearsal.” The priest offered a warm smile then disappeared from sight.

“Coffee. Hell yes,” Jared sighed, hurrying toward the back of the church. “Maybe that will help my head.”

Moving through the space that would be filled with friends and family tomorrow, both men grew lost in their own thoughts. Surrounded by the quiet, Avery wondered why last night’s sleep had been so unsatisfactory and poor, afraid of the answer hidden deep within his heart.

The room they entered would serve as the dressing room for Michelle and her bridesmaids tomorrow. But for now, it was cozy and calm, filled with the rich aroma of coffee and vanilla creamer. Avery paused in the doorway as Jared hurried in, preparing a cup of coffee for himself and pacing anxiously back and forth across the room.

“You okay?” The question escaped his lips before Avery could stop himself. Jared sipped his coffee, eyes not leaving the floor.

“Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess. It’s a huge step, man. No more one-night flings, no more flirting with waitresses, and no more porn. At least no porn kept in obvious places. Michelle doesn’t like it much.”

Avery let go of the doorframe, his steps muffled as he entered the room decorated in creams and accented with earth tones. The effect was very soothing, and he suspected this had been the intent from the start.

Tentatively, he put a hand on Jared’s shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest so fiercely he could feel it in his ears.

“Are you all right, Jare? Did something happen between you and Michelle? A fight?”

Jared shook his head, putting his coffee down and heaving a sigh as he turned to face his best friend. Jared closely studied Avery’s eyes. Avery knew he still possessed his angelic good looks, and his eyes were still a warm and reassuring hazel, he’d been told so by more than one lover. But what did Jared see? He wasn’t keen on Jared’s scrutiny. Desperate for a distraction, he reached out to offer his friend a macho hug, careful not to get too close.

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*****

Chapter 02

As Rudolph Argyle pressed the head of his cock to the anal sphincter of Kandace MacCallum’s lovely ass, he found out that she already knew to press out as he proceeded to press in. Just as soon as the head of his love pole entered her rectum, she cried out for him to stop.

“Your cock is too big, and my rectum is so small that you will have to pause frequently so that I can adjust to your size,” she informed him. “You wouldn’t want to tear my insides, would you?”

“No, my dearest lover, I certainly would not want to hurt you in any way. Just tell me when you want me to start pushing in,” he replied. Then he added, “If you want to be on top, just roll us over, so that you can control how much of me you can take before the next pause.”

“Let’s do that now,” she replied. “You can probably accommodate my weight more easily than I can yours.” So they rolled over until he was on his back with his arms wrapped around her to hold her on top of him as she slowly impaled her ass on his oversized member.

One hour later Kandace had pushed his entire mighty tool inside her anus. When she felt his pelvis bump against the globes of her ass, she cried out in joy that she had taken all of him. Five minutes later he rolled up onto his knees, and hers, and began a slow withdrawal until once again only the head of his cock was within her. He pulled the fingers of his right had out of her pussy, and lubricated his shaft with more of her vaginal secretions. Meanwhile, Rudolph felt her body shake with another orgasm.

When he had pushed himself completely back inside of her, she halted him again. Then she told him, “I’m ready now. Please fuck my ass, slowly. I’ll tell you when to speed up.”

On his 4th push into her Kandace said, “Please, Rudolph, fuck me faster and harder. And please finger my cunt once more.”

He was happy to comply with her wishes. After ten more minutes of vigorously fucking her ass, he shot a load into her as her cunt muscles tightened around his fingers in the biggest orgasm of the night. Pulling them onto their side so that they were spooning, he finally softened enough that she could expel him from her ass. They fell asleep that way and slept for five hours.

After sleeping in Kandace’s bed, Rudolph awoke to the very pleasant sensation of himself spooned around his stepsister’s naked body, with his morning erection poking her in the ass. He started to pull away when she awoke, turned in his arms to face him, and asked, with a grin on her face, “Mr. Argyle, just where do you think you are going, at this hour of the morning?”

“Why, my beloved Ms. MacCallum, I need to relieve my bladder before these sheets get any wetter than they already are,” he replied. “Feel free to join me for another shower before our day begins.”

“My lover, my stepbrother, I just might take you up on that offer. Then, when we are dressed, we could, if you are willing, go to our nearby donut shop and café where you will be my guest for breakfast. But we are due at Shira Cohen’s office at 9:15 this morning. Since I don’t want to rush our meal, I suggest that we refrain from sex in the shower, this time,” she told him. As she did so, she realized that this was the longest first thing-in-the-morning conversation that she had ever had with a man.

Rudolph agreed with her plan, especially when she disclosed to him the name of the donut franchise. He loved their coffee, and the food was always satisfactory when he didn’t make breakfast at home.

The visit with Shira Cohen, the real estate broker, was also a success since the very first place she showed him more than fit the bill. So they returned to Shira’s office where a lease was prepared and signed, and then rent and a security deposit were written out in two separate checks for the property. As it was vacant, Shira handed Rudolph the keys and said she was happy to have him as a tenant.

After this Kandace drove him to his hotel where he gathered his belongings, settled the bill, and then returned to their apartment complex so that güvenilir bahis Rudolph could move his things into his new apartment. Then, at Kandace’s suggestion, they returned to the leasing office to have a private conversation with the leasing agent about early cancellation of her lease so that she could move in with him, since he had leased a three-bedroom apartment, despite having intended to rent a one-bedroom unit. A move out for Kandace was arranged for the middle of the month.

Over the days between then and the middle of the month they were able to clear her old apartment and move into his new one. The last item that they brought over was her bed, which they slept in every night. And every night their passion for each other grew. On the morning after their seventh night together, Rudolph told Kandace to go and buy a new dress to be worn to dinner that night at the best restaurant in town.

While she suspected what he had in mind, Kandace still was taken aback by Rudolph’s proposal of marriage after their meal, especially as he knelt in front of her and presented her with a magnificent engagement ring consisting of a 2.5 carat sapphire surrounded by a dozen white diamonds totaling 1.5 carats. He asked Kandace to be his bride, and she readily agreed.

When they returned home that night they made slow, sweet love, doggy style. Then they fucked, anally, like lovers who’d been separated for far too long. Then they fucked again, this time with Kandace sitting on him in the reverse cowgirl position. When they awoke the next morning they were both very sore, but very satisfied. And they were very happily engaged.

Two weeks later they were married in Las Vegas, where they spent their honeymoon. With no one in Vegas aware of their familial ties before the wedding, and the fact that they had agreed that Kandace would remain a MacCallum afterwards, they were very happy to be married to each other. And each night of their honeymoon was like the night he had proposed. While he did fuck her ass slowly, she insisted he fuck her pussy hard and fast. And they finally settled on four positions for their fucking: missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl and regular cowgirl.

When they returned to the city of their residence they decided that by the time his lease had expired they wanted to own a large house ten miles or so outside the city; hopefully on a 10-acre wooded lot with a small private lake. That far from neighbors they could live the life they chose. They could hire a cleaning service to come in weekly for dusting, vacuuming and mopping. All other chores they would perform for themselves. Since they had many clients in the city, they drove where they had to go, separately, although sometimes he hitched a ride in her van when he knew he would spend all day in his office.

At night they just cuddled with each other in the nude until bedtime. While he would caress her tits and play with her cunt as they cuddled, she would stroke his cock, which always led to her sucking at least one load before they made their way to the bedroom. As they had already stripped off each other’s clothing as soon as they locked the door for the night, this form of cuddling was easy. And every time that she sucked him off, he would return the favor by eating her pussy.

And when they went to bed he was sure to slide his cock into her cunt while they explored each other’s head, neck and chest with their hands, their lips and their tongues. So they seldom had need for external lubricant before he began his slow exploration of her feminine channel with his eight-incher. He might slightly change the angle to hit different parts of her welcoming vagina. And sometimes he would make love to her doggie style so he could push even deeper into her core. And when Kandace approached her first orgasm while he was deep within her, Rudolph loved the way her internal muscles would squeeze him until he came as well.

When their breathing had returned to its normal pre-coital level, then he would take her hard and fast, usually in some other position. But he only fucked her anally at a slow pace until she begged him to fuck her harder and faster. When he had exploded into her a second time, usually as she had her second orgasm since they had gotten into bed, Rudolph would wrap himself around her and they would drift off to sleep.

One türkçe bahis night, as they cuddled before heading to the bedroom, Kandace asked him if he wanted children right away. He told her that he thought that they should be married for a couple of years before attempting that. She agreed, saying, “I think we definitely should spend time being us before adding children to our lives. But I eventually want at least two.”

The next night, while cuddling, they talked about the fact that she never called herself “Kandy” and he never called himself “Rudy.”

Rudolph said that he never liked nicknames. Kandace said the same was true for her. He said, “Answering only to my full name always made me feel more like a grownup than a child. By the time I started college no one called me anything else, unless it was to address me as ‘Mr. Argyle,’ as most of the professors did.”

Kandace said that the first time a student at school dared to address her as ‘Kandy’ she politely, but firmly, told him that if he ever did that again she’d kick him so hard he’d need a seat cushion for a month, along with pads to absorb the bleeding. “The poor fool didn’t listen to what I had said. The next day he did it again I kicked him as hard as I could where the sun never shines. I may also have kicked him in the crotch, because he walked very gingerly for two days. He apologized and said he would never do that again.” She added, “The word got around and from then on people only called me Kandace or Ms. MacCallum.”

As she told him this he slid a couple of inches away from her, covered his family jewels with both hands, and solemnly promised never to piss her off like that kid had done. She pulled him back into a cuddling position and said, mock menacingly, “If you pissed me off I would only kick your ass. I’d never endanger that glorious cock and those fabulous testicles that keep me so satisfied.”

That night they only fucked once; but it was a slow doggy style as they lay on their sides. And when her orgasm caused him to shoot his load into her waiting pussy they fell asleep with his massive member buried within her. Those were the nights when they would get the most rest.

Two months after returning from their Las Vegas honeymoon, they began talks with Shira Cohen, now a good friend to both of them, concerning the kind of house that they wanted to buy. Five months later she showed them a property that she had been offered that suited them perfectly. It had 5 bedrooms, each with its own en-suite bathroom plus a finished basement that would later become a playroom for their children. It was also connected to a natural gas pipeline, which enabled them to cook with gas. There was even a satellite dish, which allowed them direct Internet access at the highest download and upload speeds available. Plus they were only two miles from the local schools.

The best part was a four-car garage that was connected to the house by a wide hallway that accommodated a mudroom and a laundry room. Because the house roof, and the garage roof both had solar panels, as well as the hallway between the house and the garage, the garage was kept heated in winter and air-conditioned in summer. Kandace told her husband that it suited her perfectly. The only condition he had was that her van had to be replaced with a Land Rover when she drove to clients in bad winter weather. Rudolph told her “my family back in Scotland always had one in the garage, for weather emergencies. She agreed saying that her van wasn’t that good in bad weather.

They bought the house for cash and informed the leasing office that they would not renew their lease when it expired in four months. But, Rudolph assured them, “I will begin adding staff to my business over the next five years, and I will send them here first for their initial housing needs. That assurance made their departure from the property more joyous for the leasing agent.

Life was good for them as their businesses thrived. Soon enough their second anniversary had come and gone. Kandace had her IUD removed and they began serious baby-making sex. One month later her doctor confirmed her first pregnancy had begun. So they were able to return to their slow love making and wild fucking that they normally did. And, of course, they continued their nude cuddling after dinner.

But Kandace’s first trimester güvenilir bahis siteleri of her first pregnancy was marred by her frequent bouts of morning sickness. Her clients got used to her frequent postponements. Later she only made appointments after noon, by which time her system had stopped making her sick.

Eventually the morning sickness faded and they could both work full days, while enjoying each other at night.

One night in Kandace’s seventh month, Rudolph was caressing her belly and massaging her back, which had begun to ache a lot during the day. He loved to pamper her this way and she usually felt better, and more amorous, when they went to bed. But this time she wanted to discuss something with him.

She began by asking, “Rudolph, are we going to remain unclothed as much when the baby comes? Are we going to let our child watch us cuddle and everything sexual that we do?”

“I see no reason to change when the baby comes,” he told her. Then he added, “If our child sees us as we are there will be fewer questions to answer. Besides, you wear panties over your Tampon when it is your time of the month, so the baby will not mind wearing a diaper until it is potty-trained.”

Kandace thought about this for a few moments, and then stated, “Of course, we will all have to wear normal clothes if we should have visitors, and if our children want to have friends come over.”

“Very well reasoned my beautiful wife,” Rudolph said.

Then she posed another situation. She asked, “What kind of age would you want our first child to be before we have another? And at what age should we begin permitting them to have sex with others. Are we going to permit our children to have incestuous sex with us or with each other? And how shall we manage that, because having watched us they will want to do what we do: and being nude in the house may encourage them to begin sooner, rather than later. What do we do then?”

Rudolph thought about what she said, not venturing to speak until he knew what he wanted to say. “My dearest love, you have raised some very serious issues. We should not put off this discussion too long, but I think we should spend a week or more thinking about these questions. I also think we should write out our own answers to each one on our computers. Then we should email each other our answers. And then we can discuss what we wrote, perhaps even side by side.”

When they sat down to compare their individual answers, they were more than pleased that there were few substantive differences. Kandace expressed herself on one of Rudolph’s points this way: “I know that when we have two or more children this might be an issue if they are both males or both females. But if they start to have feelings of a sexual nature for one another, I think we should encourage them to talk to us before they act. And I believe both children should be able to tell us why they want to do this with each other. If they can do that, then they will be able to proceed with our blessing.”

Rudolph also said that he thought the same should apply to having parent-child sex. If their children could explain why they think that they should be allowed to have sex with their parents, then it would be an indication that they should be permitted to do so.

He added, “When they ask us, as they will, if we have ever had sex with a sibling, because they want our approval to have sex with one another, we should not hide the fact that you are my stepsister and I am your stepbrother. That fact alone should be the basis for our giving them permission.”

Kandace followed his remarks with this thought: “I think that we should encourage them to explore their bodies, the other’s body, and our bodies whenever they ask, but not before. And they should ask us before having sexual intercourse of any type with any other member of this family so that we can verify their ability to do so without hurting each other. And we especially want to impress upon them that both persons have to ask to have sexual intercourse with the other before they can do so. I want no one being forced to do anything, as you know.”

With that they agreed that they had adequately covered what and how they would teach their children about permissible sexual relations within their family. Rudolph then picked Kandace up, harder as that was with all the baby weight, and took her to their bedroom. That night he had her fuck his ass with one of her dildos. He told her that he wanted to be prepared if they had a boy who wanted to fuck his father’s ass.

To be continued…

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– –

Nicholas Foster

– –

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It was Saturday, no school and 24 hours of fun at home. I woke up to a warm feeling around my cock. Looking down, at saw my sister Cassidy sucking and tit fucking me.

“Good morning.” I greeted her.

“Morning Nicolas.” She greeted back, with most of my cock in her mouth. I rolled my head back, moaning.

“Where’s mom?” I asked her.

“Oh yeah!” My answer was given to me by hearing mom shout from the bathroom. “DP this GILF boys! Pump those fat cocks deep inside me!”

Cassidy and I stared at each other, giving a quick laugh, before she went back you to blowing me. I grabbed her by the back of her head and started fucking her tits and mouth at the same time.

– –

After we headed downstairs for breakfast. Charles and Joseph were sitting at the table, naked, while my mother Amy cooked breakfast, only in an apron.

I could still see the cum dripping from her ass and cunt, clearly having been filled with a good 10 loads at least.

My twin sister Gabrielle was on her phone, drinking a water bottle full of my cum. Drinking it as a baby had got her hooked. But at least my balls never were blue.

I sat down with Joseph and Charles while Mom shake her ass teasingly at us while cooking.

“Breakfast is ready!” Mom called out, bringing over three plates of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

She kissed me as she set mine before me. “How’s my trooper this morning?”

“Perfect Mom,” I replied as she rubbed my head. As I ate, I became aware of another warm feeling on my cock. Looking down, Gabby was sucking my head. Seeing me, she winked and took me completely down her throat.

With just having cum from Cassidy, it didn’t take me long to finish but Gabby applied the right amount of pressure to my balls and I came again and again in thick amounts, pumping her stomach full of my seed.

She stood and wiped her mouth before kissing Mom in a long and slutty kiss.

“I’ll be home by dinner,” she said, “the football team has a game today. You know what that means…”

“50 loads if not more,” Mom replied with a smile, obviously remembering her own experiences with them.

“Bye big bro,” she said to me with a sparkle in her eye, “save some cum for me.” I laughed and nodded as she left.

Vanessa walked in sluggishly.

“Hey Vanessa!” Charles shouted happily, “did you sleep well?”

“How could I sleep with you two hormone-driven demons waking me up at midnight with your cocks dangling in my face?”

The two laughed and ran upstairs. Before long, Cassidy’s screams were heard up there along with their jovial shouts. As Vanessa sighed and kissed us before she left for work, Mom turned to look at me.

“So what are you doing today honey?” she asked as she put my plate in the dishwasher.

I shrugged and walked up behind her to squeeze her ass. “You I hope,” I replied to which she laughed, letting me feel up her tits. She turned slightly and we kissed for a long time by the sink, gradually getting turned on even more.

“I think if you two kiss any longer Nicolas’s cock is going to explode.” Marie said behind us, having walked in the house. Sure enough, my cock was throbbing madly and dripping precum on the waxed wooden floor.

Marie got to her knees and gave it a lick, twirling her tongue around the head. She began to vigorously deepthroat me as she palmed my ass cheeks.

“Fuck!!” I shouted as I blasted my seed down her throat. Mom reached around stroked me back to full length as the two sexy women kissed all over my body.

“Don’t worry baby,” Mom whispered, “we’ll have a lot of fun tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait.” I replied as Marie gave a final suck to my balls.

“How’s Kyle?” I asked, having not seen my friend for a while.

“He’s fine,” she replied with a smile, “he’s in New York right now. He should be back in a few weeks.”

Heading upstairs, I smiled as I saw Cassidy passed out, her pussy having taken an excessive amount of cum as Charles and Joseph snoozed in exhaustion on either side of her.

“Hey big bro,” my freshly 18-year-old sister Lucy said seductively from her doorway. She wore nothing except two large fake bunny ears and a large cotton puff for a tail above her ass, “you want to give your bunny a nice Easter present?”

“Fuck yeah…” I replied and instantly scooped her up and threw her onto the bed. She leaned forward to kiss me as I fondled her soft boobs.

“I want to feel that fat dick in my rabbit hole big brother,” Lucy said as she began to stroke me slowly. I then spread her legs and began to fuck her eagerly.

“Yes!” Lucy cried as she held her bouncing tits together, “fuck me!!” I began thrusting faster making her cry out as I pushed into her sexy and curvy body.

She pressed her lips eagerly to mine. “I love you big brother.”

“I love you too Lucy,” I said once our kiss ended, “so fucking much!”

“Keep fucking me Nicolas,” she begged, “god, this is just what my rabbit hole needed!”

I güvenilir bahis sped up, groping and sucking her tits, loving the sweet hard nipples.

Our hips met harder and harder each time until I felt my orgasm coming in.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“Do it Nicolas,” she moaned as she began to cum herself, “I need to feel you flowing inside me.”

At that moment, I began to explode, filling her cunt with my seed in rapid hard thrusts, squeezing her soft tits. Her pussy tightened, milking me dry as she rocked her hips to catch every drop.

“Yes,” she moaned with her eyes closed, “oh yes…”

I finally pulled out after the savage orgasm released me and I fell beside her.

“Fuck I love Easter,” she giggled.

– –

In all honestly, I loved Easter too. The only thing I didn’t really like was that Mom dragged us to church that Sunday. It was hot and clammy, not to mention I nearly got choked as Mom straightened my tie.

“Oh relax Nicolas,” Mom said cheerfully as she inspected me, “we’ll have a wonderful time. And you like so nice in your suit.”

“You look nice in your dress,” I replied, “but I’d still rather have you naked and over a coffee table than a bunch old women who smell like mothballs raving about how I’ve grown.”

“Please honey,” Mom begged as she slowly moved her hands over my crotch, “for me…”

I looked down in her cleavage, her boobs squeezed into her blue and black dress. She shook them slowly from side to side.

“And then,” she whispered in my ear, “we will have a hot, passionate, down-and-dirty fuck to end all other fucks.”

“Oh yeah,” I instantly replied, needing no further prompting for fear my cock would tear my pants, “I’ll go.”

“And smile for Mommy?” she asked with a kiss to my neck getting me harder. I instantly smiled before I smacked her ass.

She whirled around and feigned shock. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her kissing me deeply as I took two handfuls of her ass through her dress.

“All in due time big boy…” she said seductively.

– –

“Come on down Gabby!” Mom called as she and Marie cooked potato salad for the Easter picnic, “I need to inspect you.”

“Nicolas already has!” Gabby shouted to which I chuckled, thinking back to our hard shower fuck that morning.

“Oh ha ha,” Mom replied as she saw my look, “get down here.”

Gabby walked down, looking gorgeous in her white knee length skirt and matching pumps. Her auburn hair hung to her shoulder. Mom went to inspect her and suddenly gave me a funny look before grabbing Gabby’s ass.

“And just where are your panties, young lady?” Mom asked before I got the cum stained lace panties from my pocket. Gabby pulled them on slowly and moaned as she felt the blasts of my seed against her cunt.

Mom shook her head and laughed. “You two are insatiable.”

“Where do you think we get it from?” Marie asked from the kitchen and Mom chuckled.

“Fair enough,” she said with a shrug as she headed back into the kitchen.

– –

Upon arriving to the church, Charles and Joseph rushed to join in a football game before the service. Gabby then went to gossip with her friends who all gave me sideways looks. I knew well that Gabby often told them of my prowess.

Seeing Tariq and J.T standing by the fountain, I went over and Mom and Cassidy chatted with the other ladies.

“‘Sup Nicolas,” Tariq greeted me, “dragged here as well huh?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile, “but not without reward.”

J.T laughed. “I wouldn’t budge this morning until Mom drained my nuts and then sucked me off in the shower.”

We all laughed, seeing Charlene, Suzanne and Mom chatting together before turning to look at us, apparently having the same thoughts.

“We do live some pretty damn good lives,” Tariq said after a brief silence to which we nodded.

“With some damn good women,” I added just before something caught my eye.

The pastor, Rev. Howard Lucas walked up, shaking hands and greeting attendees. The guy was old as dust and somewhat looked like Benjamin Franklin, completely bald on top of his head with some freaking bifocals.

But my eyes were really glued on his wife. Jackie Lucas was only 24-years-old from what I’d learned. She dressed modestly, an ocean blue dress and beige heels, as she followed her husband inside.

“She’s got to be in it for his money,” J.T said as we watched her sexy ass walk up the steps.

“Who knows?” Tariq asked, “maybe he’s packing some serious dick.”

“Please,” I retorted, “that old man can probably barely get it up to piss. I’m with J.T.” There was no way that old man could hit the young beauty’s spot. Not without probably sending his old ass into a coma.

Tariq nodded as we were called in for the service and agreed to meet back up at the picnic intermission.

– –

The word hot does not begin to describe how an old church that George Washington probably went to feels in the beginning of May. It felt as if I was melting in the stuffy building.

My türkçe bahis girlfriend Ashton, in the next pew, caught my eye and began to trace her hand slowly up and down her leg, subtly turning me on. Thankfully, I couldn’t have gotten any harder by that point.

She gave a sexy wink before turning back where the sweaty minister was still ranting. I was just about to fall asleep when Mom poked me in the side.

“Joseph and Charles are getting quite restless,” she said, “it’d probably be best to take to Sunday School.”

I nodded and took them both from the auditorium into the wide hallway. As we arrived at the door at the end of the hall, a beautiful redhead opened it and greeted us.

“Hi Ms. Debbie,” Charles said as he and Joseph rushed to join the other children, playing and drawing.

Deborah Hutchins, the Sunday School teacher invited me into the surprisingly cool room, resembling a classroom. The daughter of Lucas, her husband was a Deacon as well.

“How are you Nicolas?” she asked in her black and white skirt and pink top, “it’s been a while since we’ve seen you here.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “I came for Mom mostly.”

She nodded with a friendly smile. “Well it’s good to see you anyway. Seeing as you are hear though, would you mind helping me get some more chairs from the guest room? I have more kids than I would’ve thought!”

I nodded, glancing at her cleavage between the two large 38F boobs. Her blouse had two buttons undone and I felt my cock, which had begun to shrink, get hard yet again. She left her son 10-year-old Brody in charge.

“You know Nicolas,” Debbie began, making me snap up to look into her eyes, “I couldn’t help but overhear Cheryl’s conversation before the service began.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, not really giving much thought to it, confused as to why I should care what her daughter was talking about.

“Oh probably nothing important,” she replied, “just the same conversation about what Gabby has been speaking to her about quietly for the past 2 weeks.”

I nearly fell over. Gabby had said she had been speaking to Cheryl of our romps. If news of that got out, Mom would be an outcast. If not worse.

I turned to see Debbie even closer to me. “It’s quite scandalous yes,” she admitted, “but it sure makes some good arousal when my good—for-nothing husband is asleep or working on his sermons instead of giving me the good fucking I need.”

I was shocked she was speaking to me like this, especially with the position she had. I soon felt her hand unbuckling my belt. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. Even when you were younger, always trying to get a glimpse down my blouse or up my skirt. And don’t think I never noticed that oddly large cock you had when I would help change your diapers.”

“I was always dying to know how a hung boy like you was laying it down,” Debbie continued as she began to squeeze my cock, “and Cheryl never realized I could hear her over the other phone.”

She then dropped my pants and gasped. “Holy… you have a magnificent cock Nicolas!”

She pressed her lips to mine, unbuttoning my shirt before pulling down her dress and I felt the wetness between her legs.

“Do you like me when I’m naughty?” she whispered seductively.

“I love when you are a naughty,” I replied as she removed her top and black bra.

“Holy shit, this body was made for fucking!” I said before pulling her in to kiss her again.

“I need it Nicolas,” she begged as she pulled me onto the mattress they used when preachers visited from other cities, “I’ve needed you for so long.”

She began to stroke me slowly. “It feels so good to know I can still make a man hard. I stayed a virgin all throughout school so I could marry the man my father said was just perfect for me. Now that fat bastard has the audacity to marry a sleaze younger than I am!”

“I’ve always gotten hard to you.” I replied, “as long as I can remember.”

She smiled and began to suck me off and I moaned as her red curls bobbed slowly up and down my prick. Unexpectedly, she suddenly picked up speed, her face slamming into my balls.

I gritted my teeth to avoid yelling in pleasure, for fear that the audience might hear. I reached to smack her soft ass with the black thong being swallowed in the cheeks.

It was an absolute miracle I didn’t cum, watching her speed up as she rolled my balls through her fingers. As she released me with a fire in her eyes, she pushed me back and mounted me.

She moaned loudly as she began to bounce slowly. “Good heavens, this cock is gigantic!”

I was mesmerized as I watched the pastor’s own daughter and one of the most respected women in our community furiously riding my cock.

“God yes!” Debbie cried as I reached up to cup her juicy boobs, “fuck me!!” I smacked her ass, leaning forward to suck and grope her magnificent melons.

Debbie giggled. “Are they as good as you imagined honey?”

“They’re even better,” I answered as I rolled the hard nipples in my mouth.

“Holy shit! This is so wrong. güvenilir bahis siteleri Me, a Deacon’s wife fucking a little boy!” Debbie moaned as she didn’t slow down, “Fuck, but it feels so good!”

She dug her nails into the mattress on either side of my head and began to furiously bounce up and down on my prick, burying me deeper into her. I latched onto her hips, feeling her wet and needy cunt opening up to me.

“God you’re fucking big!!” Debbie screamed as she finally got to my balls and began to slide up and down my pole, wet with her juices.

“You feel so fucking incredible Deb!” I grunted as she pressed her orbs over my face.

“So do you Nicolas!” she said, “I need you fucking me from now on! Fuck, I never knew this could feel so good!”

I could feel every inch of my swollen cock being squeezed perfectly as she moaned out for me, still sucking her tits and kissing her neck. She was so tight. Virgin tight even.

She lay her head back and groaned as she began slamming into me even harder, letting me fill my hands with her juicy ass. She felt so incredible that I wanted to cry out her name. However, the sermon was still being conducted in the next room so I held it in.

Sensing my tension, she began to sexily move her hips, increasing the pleasure on my cock. She then leaned to kiss me warmly. I fought to avoid cumming, even listening her husband Dennis drone on about the danger of teens using social media.

This helped me hold out as she began to intensify her riding, her ass slamming against my thighs. He had no idea his seemingly loyal and content wife was getting the fucking of a lifetime by the kid who’s mowed his lawn at 10 years old simply to see her sunbathing.

“Does it feel good baby?” Debbie asked as she clenched her legs, tightening her pussy muscles.

“It feels indescribable,” I moaned, “it’s amazing. And so are these.”

I slapped my hands hard onto her juggs, making her sigh in pleasure as I grabbed her hips and began fucking upward. She stifled a scream that probably would’ve woken the dead in the cemetery as she held onto me for dear life.

“Oh fuck yes! Damn it, you feel hard as steel!” Debbie moaned, “Please never stop!!”

“Oh shit!” I grunted as our bodies met in satisfying, wet slaps. I then sucked and bit her nipples, making her moan louder as she held onto the creaking bed. The power of our lovemaking somehow failed to make it into the auditorium.

I pushed her back and began to pound between her legs. Her eyes rolled back as she whimpered, taking my furious fuck. I could barely wrap my mind around the fact the quivering woman I was fucking was really Deborah Lucas-Hutchins.

“Oh fuck Nicolas,” she groaned as she moaned out, “I’m gonna cum!”

Her juices hit me like a typhoon, drenching my balls as I rapidly fucked her. She cried out as she kept cumming. “Fuck!” Debbie groaned as she writhed under, “Its ever better than I imagined!”

She began to breathe heavily as I nailed her with deep and long strokes. “Did you long for me more than your worthless husband?” I whispered as I continued to fuck her brutally.

“Fuck yes!” she groaned as she rubbed my chest up and down, “I’ve needed this for so long!”

“You’ve dreamed of me fucking you and cumming inside you. Because you’re a dainty good church girl outside but inside you’re a horny and dirty whore!”

“Yes Nicolas,” she panted, moving her hips to match my thrusts, “I’m a horny and dirty whore who longs for your cum…”

I looked on with a sense of pride as this formerly sweet woman, who seemingly never could raise her voice was now my cum slut, begging for me to keep going.

I slammed into her womb, sending tremors through both of our bodies as I continued to suck on her tits. Debbie’s eyes stared into mine, filled with lust and excitement. As we kissed, she spread her legs wider to fully take on my onslaught.

Her hands were soon behind my head, her nails digging into my scalp as I pounded into her like a savage. My cock tingled, signaling my pending release after the wondrous and long-awaited fuck I had just experienced.

Debbie’s boobs bounced madly under my attack, my cock being swallowed my her warm and wet depths.

“Fuck Nicolas,” she moaned under me, “I’m going to hell for this.” Nevertheless, she made no effort to get me to stop.

“Would you love to do this with me there?” I asked.

“Yes baby,” she whispered, “I really would.” I instantly went faster, holding onto her hips as she struggled to stay on the rocking mattress.

“Yes! Yes!” Debbie pleaded, “cum in me!!”

“Fuck!!” I shouted as I exploded inside of her. My cock fired like a machine gun, blasting in thick hot torrents into her cervix.

“Nicolas!” Debbie cried as she squeezed and pinched her tits, “I feel it! I feel your cream inside me!”

“I love you Debbie!” I yelled as I drained all my cum content into her.

“I love you too Nicolas!!” Debbie cried as I fired my last round.

As our orgasms finally ceased, the auditorium exploded into applause, almost as if they were cheering us.

– –

After the sermon, everyone headed outside the picnic and I don’t think I had ever felt better. Debbie, having cleaned up well after our fuck session, chatted with the others.

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Arkadaşımın İhaneti (Part-1)
Herkese merhabalar.Yakın zaman önce başımdan geçen olayı anlatmak istiyorum.Ben 20 yaşında, 181 boyunda, 63 kilo, tüysüz biriyim.Üniversite okuyorum ve arkadaşımla bir evde kalıyorum.Aynı evde kaldığım arkadaşımın ihaneti yüzünden gay olmuştum.Ev arkadaşım genelde kağıt oyunları oynardı.Eve o yüzden çok geç gelirdi.Ben de bu duruma alıştığımdan dolayı onu beklemeden uyurdum.Çünkü sabahları erken saatlerde dersim olurdu.Bu rutin belli süre böyle devam etti.Ta ki bir sabah uyandığım zaman el ve ayaklarımın bağlı olduğunu üzerimde kırmızı tanga,siyah jartiyer çorap,siyah sütyen,ayağımda topuklu ayakkabı ve ağzımda ağız topu olduğunu görene kadar.Ne sesimi çıkarabiliyor ne de hareket edebiliyordum.

Neye uğradığımı şaşırmıştım.Karşımda 4 kişi vardı.Birisi ev arkadaşımdı.Ne oluyor tarzında bakışlarla gözlerinin içine bakmaya başladım.O da bana bakarak “Borçlarımı ödemenin başka yolu yoktu.Seni istediler ben de kabul ettim” dedi.Sinirlenmiştim ama hiçbirşey yapamıyordum.Diğer 3 kişiden iri olan hadi başlayalım işimize dedi ve domaltıp bağladı.Kıpırdayamıyordum artık.”Deliği çok darmış bu orospunun biraz genişletmek lazım” dedi.Deliğime sürtmeye başlamıştı yarrağını.Gözlerimden yaş gelmeye başlamıştı.Ama pek umursamıyordu bunlar.Artık zamanı geldi diyerek yarrağını deliğime sokmaya çalışmaya başladı.Gözlerim karardı.Yaş gelmeye başladı.İyice yükleniyordu.En sonunda lap diye girdi götüme.Vakit kaybetmeden pompalamaya başladı.Canım çok acıyordu ancak engel olamıyordum.Tam bu sırada diğerlerinden biri ağzımdaki topu çıkarıp yarrağını ağzıma soktu.Hemen sertleşmişti yarrağı.Şimdi hem ağzım hem götüm sikiliyordu.Bu işkence 15-20 dakika kadar devam etti.Sonunda arkamdaki içime boşalıp çıktı içimden.Ben tam bitti diye rahatlamışken ağzımdaki ağzımdan çıkıp götüme girdi tam acıdan bağıracakken sonuncusu ağzıma yarrağını sokuverdi.Yine aynı şekilde tempolu şekilde sikmeye başladılar.Deliğim alışmaya mı başlamıştı yoksa hissizleşmeye mi başladı bilmiyorum.Bu boşaldıktan sonra ağzımdaki arkama geçti.Ağzıma topu tekrar taktılar.Arkamdaki de sert bir şekilde siktikten sonra toparlandılar.Arkadaşıma dönerek “Borcun sıfırlandı.Bu taze için de 1000 TL veriyoruz ” diyerek önüne 1000 TL atıp gittiler.Arkadaşım parayı cebine koyduktan sonra beni bağlı ve rezil bir halde bırakarak odadan çıktı.Ben de yorgunluktan uyuyakaldım.

Ne kadar zaman geçtiğini hatırlamıyorum.Uyanmıştım.Hala bağlıydım.Başıma gelenleri düşündükçe sinirleniyorum ancak bir yandan da sikimde bir hareketlenme seziyordum.Sanırım tahrik olmuştum.Arkadaşım en sonunda yanıma gelip ağzımdaki topu çıkardı.Çıkarır çıkarmaz spermli ağzımla yüzüne tükürdüm.”Neden bunu yaptın?Neden beni onlara sundun?” diye arka arkaya sorular sordum.”Mecburdum.Borcumu ödeyecek param yoktu.” dedi.”Keşke bana söyleseydin para bulurduk.” dedim.”Neyse olan oldu artık dediklerimi yapmak zorundasın aksi halde seni rezil ederim”dedi.”Nasıl yani?”diye sorduğumda.Beni siktikleri sırada aldığı video kaydını gösterdi.”Hem borcumu ödedin,hem bana para kazandırdın, hem de bunları yapmaya artık mecbursun.Seni sayende çok zengin bir insan olacağım.”dediği sırada saldıracaktım ona.Ancak bağlı olduğumu unutmuşum…

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Bu yaşadıklarımı mutlaka anlatmalıyım, anlatmasam çatlayacağım. Kısaca kendimden bahsedeyim, 22 yaşındayım, malesef çok erken yaşta bir evlilik yaptım, daha 16 yaşımda liseyi bırakıp bir denizci ile severek evlendim. Aileme bile direndim onun için. Ama evliliğimin 2. senesinde, daha ben 18 yaşıma girdiğimde herşey kabusa dönmüştü sanki. Kocamın aşırı kıskançlıkları ve dayağı bir yana, bayanlarla olan samimiyetleri de beni delirtiyordu. Ben bu duruma daha fazla sabredemedim ve zorlu bir süreçten sonra, çok zorda olsa, sevdiğim halde boşandım, ailemin yanına döndüm.

Annem ve babam (bir de 16 yaşında kız kardeşim var) anlayışlı insanlardı, başıma kakmadılar olanları ve kabul ettiler beni. Boşanmamın üzerinden aylar geçmiş ve ben hem kocamı hem beni becerişlerini deli gibi özlemekteydim. Ama Nevşehiri bilenler bilir, okadar büyük bir şehir değil ve annem babam sevilen sayılan tanınan insanlar. Dolayısıyla herkesle samimi olamıyordum ve hoşuma giden bir erkekle dilediğimce sikişemiyordum. Artık amımın ateşi başıma vurmuştu, geceleri kızkardeşimle aynı odada yattığımız için, o iyice uykuya daldıktan sonra, kalın tarak sapı yada havuçla falan kendimi tatmin ederek boşalıyordum. Öyle azmıştım ki, artık günde 5-6 kere yaptığım bile oluyordu…

İnanamıyordum, daha 21 yaşındaydım ama dul kalmıştım. Genç, güzel ve dul bir kadın olmak çok zordu. Dul olunca herkesin sana bakışı değişiyor, en yakın arkadaşın yada komşun bile ‘Bu kız yarağa aç!’ der gibi bakıyor, herkes sikmek için fırsat kolluyordu sanki. Bu böyle sürerken, birgün farkettiklerimle son 1 senedir herşey değişti. Artık ailemle olunca, mecburen kafa dağıtmak için annemlerle falan gezmeye, hatta güne bile gider olmuştum. Yine annemle en üst kattaki Meryem teyzenin gününe gittik. Meryem teyzenin 2 çocuğu var, birisi evlenip yurt dışına gitti, diğeri de oğlu İbrahim, 31 yaşında, hoş tipli, ama malesef sakat, ben bildim bileli tekerlekli sandalyede. Biz bu binaya taşındığımızda ben 12 yaşında falandım, o da 22-23 civarıydı işte.

Güne gittiğimizde, pastalar börekler yenilip çaylar kahveler içilirken, kadınlar kendi aralarında konuşmaya başladılar. Kimisi kocasının çapkınlıklarını, kimisi kocasının nekadar mükemmel olduğunu, onu altınlara paraya boğduğunu, kimisi de kocasının azgınlığını, yarağının boyutunu anlatıp kıkırdaşıyordu. Annem ise samimi bir arkadaşı ile benimle alakalı falan konuşuyordu, onlar öyle sevmezdi diğer konuları konuşmayı. Bizim yaşıtlarımız genç kızlar da bir odaya toplanmış, erkek arkadaşından, kocasından filan bahsediyordu işte. Ben de çok azdığımı falan anlattım. İçlerinen birisi güldü ve “Aynı azgınlığı ben de yaşıyordum, ama fırıncının oğluyla işi pişirdim!” dedi. Şaşırmıştım, millet neler yapıyordu…

Bir ara mutfağa çay doldurmaya giderken, İbrahim abinin odasından gelen sesini duydum. Kapıya iyice yanaşıp, kulağımı iyice verdiğimde ise, şok olmakla beraber içim kıpır kıpır olmuştu. Telefonla konuşuyordu, ama konuşmakla kalmıyor telefonda seks yapıyordu. “Şuan elimde, okşuyorum bebeğim, ohhh!” gibi şeylerdi. Fazla dinlemedim, her an birisi gelebilir ve beni kapı dinlerken yakalayabilirdi. Çayları doldurup kızların yanına döndüm. Duyduklarıma çok şaşırmış olmalıydım ki, kızlardan biri, “Ne oldu, yüzün bembeyaz olmuş?” diye sordu. “Yok birşey…” dedim atlattım. Gün bitince eve gittik.

Ama sonraki 2-3 gün hep aklımda İbrahim vardı. Sakattı ve yürüyemiyordu, ama diğer heryeri sağlamdı. O da bir erkekti ve bir siki vardı sonuç olarak. Aklımda sürekli onun yarağı ve boşalmaları, acaba hiç karı sikmişmidir düşünceleri dönüp duruyordu. Bunu öğrenmeliydim. Sonraki günlerde Meryem teyzeyle samimiyeti ilerlettim. Meryem teyze belinden rahatsız olduğu için temizlik mutfak işlerinde yardımcı olma bahanesiyle girip çıkıyordum evlerine. İbrahimle de konuşmaları arttırmıştık. Artık onlara çıkarken, meme dekolteleri ve taytla çıkıyordum. İbrahim ise azıyor olacak ki, eliyle saklıyordu bazen sikini. Ama kafama koymuştum, ne yapıp ne edip sikişmeliydim onunla.

Bir akşam yemek götürmek için tabağı aldım ve çıktım onlara. Kapıyı çaldım çaldım açan yok. Tam asansöre yöneldim ki, kapı açıldı. İbrahim varmış sadece evde, ancak açabilmiş kapıyı. “Şey, ben yemek getirmiştim size.” dedim. “Alayım ben.” dedi. “Yok ben mutfağa bırakayım madem yalnızsınız!” dedim. “Peki!” dedi. Girdim içeri, elimde tabakla mutfağa yöneldim. Tabağı götürürken yere bilerek yemek döktüm ve “Ayy çok pardon, hemen silerim şimdi, çok özür!” diyerek tabağı masaya bıraktım. O ise koridorda duruyordu. Kağıt havlu aldım, yerleri sile sile geldim tam önünde domaldım ve yeri yavaş yavaş silmeye başladım. Amacım tepkisini ölçmekti. Bu yaptığıma inanmıyordum, ama artık iş işten geçmişti…

Sonra arkamı dönüp kalktığımda, tekerlekli sandalyede bizimkisi yarağı kalkmış kocaman olmuş elinde oynuyordu. Sakince, “Ne yapıyorsun sen?” dedim. “Ne yaptığımı sen iyi biliyorsun, amacın ne senin?” dedi. Bunu derken de yarağını sıkmaya devam ediyordu. Ona doğru yanaştım ve sikini tutarak, “Amacım bunu yemek!” dedim. Resmen bir orospu gibi davranıyordum, ama çok hoş birşeydi bu. İbrahim kendinden geçmiş gibi nefes alıp veriyordu. “Yalamamı istermisin?” dedim. “İstemezmiyim! Zaten deliriyordum sana ben!” dedi. Önünde diz çöktüm ve “Hiç yalattın mı?” dedim. “Sakatız diye çirkin değiliz ya, yaptırdık elbet!” dedi. Şaşırmıştım, “Kime?” dedim. İnanamayacağım bir isim verdi, “Yan sitedeki dul Rukiye teyze!” dedi. Karı okadar azgınmış ki, bunlara geldiğinde Meryem teyze görmediği zamanlarda bizimkinin sikini emer, yalar, boşaltırmış. Evde annesi olmadığında da kendisini siktirirmiş…

Bu bana inanılmaz gaz vermişti ve aylardır olan açlığımla yaladım, emdim sikini. Offf, harikaydı. İbrahim inliyor, başımı bastırıyordu. İlk posta 5 dakika içinde geldi ağzıma. Ama ben fazlasını istiyordum ve acele etmemiz gerekiyordu. Onu odaya götürdüm ve yatağına yatırdım, belden aşağısını soydum bir güzel. Am yalamaya bayılıyormuş, külodumu çıkardım, eteğimi topladım, amımı dayadım bunun ağzına. Aman Tanrımmmm, öyle bir yalıyor ki amımı, sanki aç bir köpek gibi saldırıyor resmen amıma. Tabi ben üst üste 2 kere boşaldım, hemde delirmiş gibi, amımı ağzına bastıra bastıra. Ama daha bitmemişti, İbrahimin o yarağını içime de alacaktım. Kocaman iri başlı birşeydi, nasıl sakat olabilirdi bu adam. Ahh ah!

İbrahim de artık yalvarmaya başlamıştı, “Hadi otur artık, hadi deliriyorum!” diye inim inim inliyordu. Benim de dayanacak gücüm yoktu. Henüz 1 senelik sikilmiş dar ve küçük amımı sikinin başına sürttüm sürttüm ve yavaş yavaş oturmaya başladım. Her oturuşumda zevk beynime çakılıyordu sanki, her oturuşumda sikilmenin tadına varıyordum. O ise ayaklarını oynatamadığı için, sadece yarağı ve belini oynatarak şak şak alttan amıma sokmaya çalıştıkça, ikimizin de inlemeleri artıyordu. O, “Otur yavrum, bastır, ohhhhh, ıhhh!” diye inlerken, ben de hızlanmıştım artık. Aldığım o inanılmaz zevkle kendimi kaybetmiş bir şekilde inim inim inlerken, bir süre sonra deliler gibi orgazm oldum. Ama doymamıştım, siki içimdeydi ve daha dimdikti, durmadan devam ettim zıplamaya. Sonunda ikimiz de aynı anda, resmen titreye titreye boşaldık. Amımın suları ve onun dölleri birbirine karışmıştı.

Ben üstüne yığıldım kaldım. İkimiz de nefes nefeseydik. Kendimize gelince kalktım ve külodumu giyindim, üstümü başımı toparladım, onun da pantolonunu giydirdim. Okadar mutlu olmuştum ki, sikilmenin tadı damağımda kalmıştı. O da aynı şekilde, bir sigara yaktı ve derin bir “Ohhhh!” çekti. Tam ben odadan çıkarken annesi koridorda pat diye karşıma dikildi, başladı söylenmeye, “Senin ne işin var kızım burda? Ne yapıyordunuz içerde?” gibilerinden. Ben utanarak, “Yemek getirmiştim sadece…” dedim ve evimize indim.

Annesi içerde sikiştiğimizi farketmişmiydi bilmiyorum, ama umrumuzda bile değildi. Şimdi her fırsatta İbrahimle sikişiyorum. İnanın sağlam birçok erkekten iyi sikişiyor. Hele o am yalaması herşeye bedel. Ben evliyken kocamla 1-2 orgazm yaşarken, İbrahimle 4-5’i buluyor. Sakat falan, ama sikişmeye geldi mi yorulmuyor adam. Evlenmeyi bile düşünüyorum onunla, bakalım neler olacak : ))

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Yengemle sex hayatimiza abimde katildi

Selam arkadaşlar yengem le sex hayatimizin nasil basladigini burdan paylaşmistik ve yengemin abinle senin ortasinda ayni anda sikilmeyi istiyorum ve abini ikna edeceyim itirafinida yazmistim .
Abim askerligi bitirdi cok sukur geldi hayati kaldigi yerden devam etmeye basladi ama benim yengemle sex hayatimiz nerdeyse bitti gibi birsey oldu bana sabirli ol senide alacagim kendisi gelecek sana ikiniz sikeceksiniz diyor beni kandirdigini saniyordum .Bir gun bana pilanini anlatti mantikli geldi yengem le abim fantazi kurarlar hep bir bayan alirlar abim yengemi o bayanla izler sonra ucu sex yaparlarmis fantazi de ve gercek sex sirasinda daha cok azar birbirlerine kufurler ve abim seni tost yapcamiki yaragi ayni anda yiyeceksin orosbum diye onu kendini azdirir orgazm olurlarmis yengem bu fantaziyi kullanarak abimin dogum gununde Üniversite den bir arkadasini ayarlayip abime sunacak o gece ilk 3lu sex hayatini baslatmis olacaklar ve daha sonra abimden ikinci yarak istedigini sira fedakarligin onda olacagini tek guvenilir kisininde ben oldugumu imali sekilde anlatacagini söyledi bunlari duyduktan sonra hemen ayak ustu orda yengemi soymadan etegini kaldirip tangasini kenara cekip sikistik .Tam bir hafta vardi abimin doğum gününe ve pilanini hazirlamaya basladi arkadasiyla konusmus herseyi ayarlamisti ilk biz asagida ki dairede yani bizde aile ici dogum gunu kutlayacaktik ve daha sonra onlar evlerine ciktiginda arkadasi coktan hazir vaziyette yatakta onlari bekliyor olacakti .Benim icin o bir hafta gecmedi ama sonunda gelmişti hersey pilana uygun ilerliyor bizde hep beraber kutladik oturduk yedek anahtarlari verdigi arkadasi yukari cikarken gördum tambir afet di surekli yengemle mesajlasiyorlardi yatak odasina mumlar falan romantik ortam hazirladigini herseyin hazir oldugunu söyledi yengem kalkalimmi yoruldum falan dedi saat 23 .00 geliyodu ciktilar .Yengemin anlattiklarini yaziyorum bundansonrasini evlerine ciktiklarinda yengem sarilmis öpüsmusler biraz sonra abimin sikini oksayip önunde dizcokup yalamis abimi soymus sonra gözlerini kapat dogum gunu hediyeni vereceyim deyip gözlerini baglamis yatak odasina göturmus yataga yatirmis abimi arkadasi yengem abimi yalamaya baslamislar abim hemen gözlerini acip şok olmus yengem biraz sakinlestirip sevismeye devam etmisler abim le arkadasi sevismeye baslamislar 69 falan sonra abim onu sonra yengemi sikmis sabaha kadar deyiserek sex yapmislar abim zaten zevkten ucmus ve teşekkürler bu guzel gece icin falan yengeme ucu uymuslar .Arkadasini pazargunu 11 de giderken gördum abimgilden sonra olanlari merak ediyordum ve pazartesi yi beklemem lazimdi gerseyi ögrenmem icin butungun hic disari cikmadilar hep sex yapmislar her seferinde yengem gece iki bayani sikmek nasildi benide iki erkekle hayal ettost yapin deyip azdiriyor bir yandanda abimin aklina bu fantaziyi yerlestiriyor mus .Pazartesi abim evden gidince tel actim yengeme anlatti herseyi neler yaptiklarini bana azkaldi sabret dedi bende sabirsizlikla bekliyorum dedim . Birkacgun sonra abim yengeme sex sonrasi cok istiyorum sende gercek istermisin diye sormus yengem anlamazliktan gelmis neyi askım falan diye cevap vermis seni tost etmeyi izlemeyi demis abim yengem sen gercekten istersen herkadinin istegidir iki erkekle ayni anda yapmak ama ben yabanci erkeklerle istememem guven konusu hastalik falan olmaz demis peki kim olabilirki diye sorunca bilmem guvendigin yakiniz biri yokmu falan demis yengem.Abim kim olabir falan diye dusunmeye baslamis ogun öyle gecmis .Birgun sonra gene evde konusurken yengem istersen hafta sonuna arkadasimi cagiririm ikimizide sikersin falan azdirmis abimi .Abim hayir askim sira bende seni tost yapacagim ama kimle bilmiyorum diye dusunuyorum senin istedigin biri varmi aklindan gecen varmi lütfen söyle yardimci ol kime guvene biliriz falan .Yengem bilmiyorum ama guvene bilecegimiz duzgun biri var ama söyleyemem biraz korkuyorum deyip abimin merakini ikiye katlamis lütfen söyle nevar bunda hadi askim diyerek yengem agzindaki baklayi cikartmis .Sen bilirsin ama guven ve temizlik sir tutar bence sende cok istiyorsan 3 lu kardesin olmazmi ..Abim sessiz kalmis birkac dakika haklisin aslinda oda evlendiginde belki 4lu yaparız demis ben askerdeyken aranizda birseyler oldumu demiş yengem hayir kesinlikle olmadi bana cok uzak mesafeli davranıyor demis ikna edebilirsen o olabilir yoksa bilmiyorum baskasida riskli deyince .Abim bana yardim et onu ikna edelim ozaman deyince yengem nasil yani diye sormus Abimde ona firikikler ver azdir seni arzulasin bende onunla sohbeti sexse getiririm bir sekilde söylerim demis ogunden sonra abimle yanliz kalinca konu hep sexse ve yengemi anlatiyordu bana yengemse abimin yaninda bana gögus firikigi domaliyor falan .Bende abime 3 lu 4lu takilan ciftlerin oldugunu delilik bunlar insanlar hicmi korkmuyor birbirlerine nasil guveniyorlar falan dedim Abimde yapan varmis ama hersey eskerin birbirine sevgisi ve guveni olunca geri bos dedi bende haklisin dedim o gun konuyu kapattik .Yengem cumartesi günü bize yemege geleceksin ve abin sana anlatacak herseyi ilk sasirmis vaziyette görun cekimser ol sonra kabul et dedi cumartesi günü iple cektik abim beni aradi öyle vaktiydi aksam bize gel yemege otururuz dedi bende ok dedim ogun guzelce hazirlandim temizlik duş tıraş aksam oldu yukariya ciktim guzel bir masa yengem siyah bir mini elbise gayet sexsi ben biyerefalanmi gidecektiniz diye sordum abimde yok hayir dedi o sirada yengem misafirimize demi guzel görunmeyelim hazirlanmayayim dedi bende cok guzelsin zaten falan iltifatlar yaptik birbirimize yemeyi yedik sonra abim gel birkac el fifa 17 oynayalim dedi tv nin karsisina gectik yengem ben masayi toplayip cerez icicekleri hazirlasiya zaman veriyorum sonra bir film acariz otururuz dedi bizde ok dedik abimle oyun oynarken konu gene sexse geldi bana en cilgin sex hayatinda ne yaptin dedi bende yasim daha genc daha olmadi cilgin ca birsey kiz arkadasimla yada para karsiligi hayat kadiniyla yaptim dedim abime yardimci olmak icin avrupada sex kulupleri varmis ciftler falan gidiyormus oraya gitmek isterdim dedim .Abim hemen esinlemi tekmi dedi eşimle bilmiyorum bizim turk kizlari karsi böyle seye ama fantazim hep gurup dedim abim evet benimde dedi ve guldu yaptinmi beden gukuyosun dedim kisik sessle dogum gununde olanlari anlatti bende haberim yokmus gibi sasirmis hadiya falan dinledim vay yengeme bak herkadin yapmaz kocasina bu iyiligi dedim abimde evet biliyorum simdi baska birsey istiyoruz sira bende ona bu iyiligin karsiligi dedi .Ben nasil yani dedim .Abim iki erkekle diyorum hayal ediyorum dedi .Yengem biliyormu dedim -abim evet ama guvenilir birini bulamadik dedi .Aman abi dikkat edin bu konular tehlikeli adiniz cikarsa rezil olursunuz babamin cevresi baya var falan dedim .Abim haklisin bu konu yuzunden yapamiyoruz yakin guvenilir birini bulamadigimiz icin olmuyor dedi .Bana yengen disardan nasil biri sence diye sordu bana.Bende guzel bir bayan dedim yabanci olsan bu elbiseyle yanindan gecse disarda nasil bakardin ona dedi.Bende kizma ama onu arzulardim dedim guldu simdi hicmi gecmedi icinden dedi abi yengem o nasil öyle sey duseneyim dedim olum acik ol nasil baktin dedi abi guzel vucudu var acikcasi tahrik oldum dedim o sirada yengem iceri girdi cerez ve biralarla hadi kapatin su oyunu benimde isim bitti geliyorum dedi elindekileri burakip geri gitti .Abim hemen bize yardimci olabilirsin sen dedi .Nasil yani dedim ben buldum 3cu kisi kim olacak katilacak kisiyi dedi .Ben kimmis tanidigim birimi nasil yardimci olacagim dedim sensin dedi oha abi yapma yengem neder bu na dedim Abimde sen istiyorsun yani dedi ben guldum evet anlamina geliyor bu gecemiz super olacak dedi .Yengem geldi o sirada tv den film actik biryandan biralari mizi icip bir yandanda sohbet ediyorduk yengem benim kiz arkadasim la aran nasil falan konular aciyor abimo sirada bana belki ayni kafadan birini bulursan daha deminki şeyleri beraber yapariz dedi bana bende kesinlikle ama kapat sonra konusalim dedim yengem neymis falan merakli merakli sormaya basladi sonra konuşuruz hayatim dedi abim yengem ikinci biralari getirdi abim sakin bir dans muzigi acti ikisi dans etmeye basladi bende onlari izliyordum abim yengemin kalcalarini oksuyor yengem yapma kardesin var ayaklarina yatiyordu abim kafam döndu birazda ikiniz yapin ben otursam iyi olur dedi yengem beni zorla kaldirdi ikimiz dans etmeye basladik abim bizi izliyor yengem gendini bana burakmis vaziyette 10 dakika falan öyle ayakta kaldik sonra oturduk abim gecen dogum gununde olanlari anlattim askim kardesim biliyor herseyi dedi yengem oooo hayir deyip yuzunu kapatti utandi guya bende yenge helal olsun seningibi bir eş az bulunur dedim yengem hersey karsilikli bizde aslinda dedi abim o sirada o isi hallettim askim buldum bize yardimci olacakk kisi tam karsimizda dedi yengemle göz göze geldik seytani bir gülus be yani kardesinle mi beni dedi abiime evet tam istedigimiz guven saglik hersey var dedi abimle yengem öpüsmeye basladilar onlari izliyordum bende sonra yengem asagi kalkti benim elimden tuttu kaldirdi sonra abimi kaldirdi ortamizda kalcasini bana surterek dans ediyor abimle öpüsuyor ben biraz cekimser görunmeye calisiyor sonra bana döndu boynumdan sonra dudaktan yapistik ellerimi kalcalarina göturdu abim de koltuga gecip bizi izlemeye basladi biz ayakta birbirimizle deligibi öpüsuyor dillerimiz dolasiyordu yengem sonra abimin önune gitti bacaklarinin arasina diz cöküp sikini yalamaya basladi bende onlari izliyordum sonra abim yengemi yanima getirdi sira onda senin ikinci yaragin burda hadi dedi sikimi cikardi benimkini yalamaya basladi abimde yengemin arkasina gecmis onu yaliyordu o sirada 3 mutde ciril ciplak kaldik yatak odasina gectik yengemi domaltti abim pompalamaya basladi bense yengemin önune gecip agzina verdim ikisinin de zevk aldigi cikardigi seslerden belliydi sonra abim hadi gel dedi ven yengemin arkasina gecip yavasca amcuguna girdim abim biryandan sikini oksuyor bir yandan bizi izliyordu yengemi sert hizli bir sekilde sikiyor çıldıriyordu zevkten o sirada abim geldi simdi o cok istedigin tost da askim diyerek kremi alarak göt deligini parmaklamaya basladi bende yavas yavas girip cikiyordum biraz böyle devam ettikten sonra abim bana ilk sen alta gec sonra deyisiriz dedi ben uzandim yataga yengem sikimin uzerine oturdu biraz zipladiktan sonra uzerime yatti ellerimle kalcasini iki yana ayirdim abime yardimci oluyordum yavasca oda arkadan girdi yengem den cikan zevk cigliklari bizi daha cok azdiriyor ortamizda gidip geliyordu tempoyu o ayarliyor abimle siklerimizi hissediyorduk birimizvamdan birimiz götten girmemize ragmen 3muzde ayni anda orgazm ve bosalmaya basladik öyle 2 dakika falan kaldiktan sonra yan yana uzandik abim sigara yakti birer yaktik herkes fikrini söyluyor abim superdi yengem bundan sonra ikiniz sikin beni dedi bende istediginiz surece hazirim bendedim dusa gittik temizlendik sonra tekrar yengem le ben sevismeye öpüsup yalasmaya basladik abim izliyor sikini oksuyordu tasgibi olan sikimi yengemi domaltip arkadan girdim amcuguna göre dar olan götu kreminde yardimiyla icine kayiyordum abim de o sira yanimiza geldi yengemin agzina verdi eliylede kalcalarini ayiriyor yengemi nasil götten siktigime bakiyor bas kocum siktikce zevke gelir orosbum diyordu sonra abim yere uzandi yengem onun uzerine nen götten girdim abim alttan ben arkadan pompalamaya basladik ilk sefere göre vaya uzun surdu ama 3muzde memnunduk halimizden sonra bosaldik yataga uzandik cok zevkliydi arada yapalim böyle falan dedi yengem abim istediginiz zaman olabilir dedi bende emrinizdeyim dedim tekrar dus yapip ben asagi dairemize indim saat 4.15 olmustu ogun öyleye kadar uymusum uyandigimda yengemle abim bizdelerdi abim uyandirdibortak kalk hadi falan diye uyandim icerivgectimbabim yrngem gayet neseli bir ara mutfaga su bahanesiyle yengemin yanina gittim bana ben sana dememismiydim sabirli ol diye dedi ve hakli ciktiginin gururu ile iceri gecti .Ogunden sonra yapiyoruz gaftada 1 yada 2 kez gayet mutluyuz galiba bende evlenince bu ortam 4 lu olacak.Yengem in azgin guzel doyumsuz olusu abimle benim sex anlayisini sinirlari yikti butun bu nlari ona borcluyuz .Sizde dengelerinizin kiymetini bilin onlardada yanan bir amcuk ve göt var gerisi size kalmış

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