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Authors Note: Thank you for the hundreds of e-mails I received after my first story and to those who asked – Yes the story is completely true – of course names, ages etc have been changed to protect the innocent (or should that be the guilty). I hope those who wrote to me also voted.

A large number of readers wanted me to continue the story which I now will however unlike my first story the following is only closely based on truth. The story is dedicated to Claref with the following “The believer of truth is the true believer”

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The Story continues and is related as my Mother told it to me.

I lay in my bed naked thinking about the situation and what we could do to avoid scandal. The more I thought about Joel impregnating Erin the hornier I became. I began to rub my tits until the nipples stood out stiff and then moved my hand down to my cunt. I started to massage my clitoris until it too stood out stiff. I fingered my cunt that by now was dripping wet. Removing my hand from my cunt I reached into the top drawer of my bedside table and beneath my underclothes found my vibrator. I had purchased the vibrator after John died to satisfy my sexual desires.

Turning the vibrator on to a low speed I began to rub it around the outside of my vagina paying particular attention to my clitoris.

Increasing the speed and becoming more aroused I started to push the vibrator into my vagina. I started to moan as my orgasm neared “John, John why did you die and leave me” As I was about to cum there was a quiet knock at the door. My orgasm started to subside as I said “Come in”. The door opened and Joel entered the room dressed only in his pyjamas.

“Mom” he said “I know that this is a disappointment to you but you must understand that Erin and I love one another” I took Joel in my arms and started to hug him. “I do understand, darling, it is perfectly natural for people to engage in sex when they love each other”

Joel and I talked for a while about what we were going to do when the baby arrived and then he said “Well I am going to bed now and as our secret is now in the open Erin and I will be sharing the same bed from now on.

After Joel had left I returned to getting bitlis escort myself off with my plastic friend, wishing all the time that someone was in bed with me and fucking me as he was no doubt Joel was doing to Erin at that moment.

Running the vibrator up and down my cuntal split from the opening of my vagina to the hooded area of my clitoris. I began to think back to when I turned 18, several months before I met John.

It was my birthday party and I was now legally able to drink alcohol (not like some other countries where the legal age is 21). I had quite a few drinks during the evening and was very merry. At about 1am when most of the guests had left my father said that he would drive my girlfriend, Melanie home to another suburb about 20 kms away. I volunteered to keep him company. After dropping Melanie off at her home we began the return voyage to our house.

When we were about halfway home I felt that I was going to be sick and I asked my father to pull over. Getting out of the car I stood on the roadside verge retching.

My father got out of the car and stood behind me holding me around the waist as my stomach reacted unfavourably to the alcohol that I had consumed. I felt my Father’s hand reach up and cup my breast causing my nipple to erect. It felt so good that I thought that I would pretend that I was more drunk than I actually was to see where this would lead.

I leaned back against him and felt his erection pushing against me. As he manipulated my nipple I reached back and began to rub his cock on the outside of his trousers.

With his free hand he undone his zip and pulled his cock out so that I could have better access to it. He then lifted my dress and pulled my g-string panties down and took his hand from my tit and started to rub and finger my by now well lubricated cunt. I leant forward slightly and reaching behind guided his cock into my cunt.

He started to fuck furiously and only took about two minutes before he came depositing what felt like a cupful of jism into my receptive cunt. Wiping himself he returned his now flaccid cock back into his trousers and hugged me telling me how much he loved me. I put my g-string into bolu escort dress pocket and we headed home.

Mother was in bed but still awake when we returned home and I stood talking to her in the bedroom. I was telling her in a slurred voice that the party and the night was the best time that I had ever had. While talking to Mom I could feel my father’s jism oozing from my cunt and running down my leg. I wished my mother Goodnight and headed to the shower where I masturbated to an orgasm, which I did not reach when my father was fucking me.

The next day at breakfast my father asked how I enjoyed the evening and I told him that it must have been good because I drank too much and could not remember much of it. You could see my father visibly relax thinking that I could not remember what had occurred.

Thinking back to this night and the events that unfolded I could feel my orgasm building and as it was about to reach its peak I pushed the vibrator into my dripping vagina. I had often read of female ejaculation but had never experienced it until this moment. I came with such a force that the fluids erupted from my cunt in much the same manner as jism from a cock. My cunt was covered and wet from my ministrations and after I had come down from my orgasmic high I left my bed to have a shower to clean and dry myself.

Returning to my bed I slept soundly until 9.00am the next morning. About three months later I met John and after a few dates we started our sexual relationship. John was a good lover and we would fuck whenever we had the chance, before we knew it I was three months pregnant with Erin.

Of course both of our parents were not too happy about the situation but agreed readily when we decided to get married. Hasty arrangements were made and set the date for two weeks hence.

My wedding day arrived and John and I were to be married by a marriage celebrant at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. Laying in bed at 8am I heard my Mother rise, shower and leave the house for her hairdressing appointment at 9 a.m. For no particular reason I lay in bed gently rubbing my clitoris and suddenly I was extremely horny.

I got out of bed and dressed in only a sheer nightdress burdur escort I went to my parents room where my father was sitting in bed drinking his morning cup of coffee.

“Good Morning sweetheart” my father said and I leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Daddy” I said “Would you do something for me” “Of course” he said “you know that I would do any thing for you”

Pulling off my nightdress and standing naked before him I asked “Would you please fuck me” With this I got into bed with him as I knew that he slept naked and would be naked under the blanket. My father was taken aback by my actions and my request to be fucked by him. He was suddenly silent and I thought that I would help him make the decision. “Daddy” I reminded him “Remember six months ago when we were coming home from taking Melanie to her house and you fucked me by the side of the road, I wasn’t as drunk as you thought.

My father pulled me close to him and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my belly. I could feel his cock starting to get stiff and I wriggled down in the bed and took it in my mouth and began to suck him in and out of my mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he moaned, that is so good but don’t do it too much if you want me to fuck you.

He pulled me up in the bed and turned me on to my back and got between my legs, lifting my legs he placed them on his shoulders and came up over me. This action resulted in my arse lifting slightly off the bed and my cunt raised and open waiting to be fucked.

He placed the head of his cock at the opening of my cunt and gently pushed in, once lubricated his tempo increased his thrusts being met by mine. Suddenly I could feel my orgasm rising and I started to call out ” yes, yes daddy fuck your daughters wet cunt, ohhhhhhhhh fuck I’m coming. Daddy said “I’m coming too” “Daddy”, I cried out “Cum in your wicked daughter’s cunt as I’m pregnant I can’t get any more so”

We lay in each others arms for a short while and then went and showered together where we fucked again.

Before we knew it the time for me to leave to have my hair done arrived and the rest of the day was just a blur. That night after our wedding I lay beneath John as he fucked me I kept my eyes closed and thought it was my father fucking me.

As I lay in bed musing about these past and present events I began to wonder

“IS INCEST HEREDITARY – my Father and I, my son and his sister and I wondered what it would be like if Joel fucked me. But then that is another story.

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To see how a daddy winds up having sex with his daughter after snapping her bra you should read the prior chapters. The writer of this offers no pretense that these events could actually happen which is the wonderful thing about a fantasy. The curious thing about a fantasy is that even if a person actually got a chance to make it come true the reality might be too scary and the opportunity lost. If the reader is offended by some same sex contact, lactation sex, or anal you may want to read another selection.

The next night Sandy had her date with Oscar. She had wanted to bed Oscar for two years and wasn’t going to waste her opportunity. They went on a typical date; fast food and a movie as neither of them was rich. In the theater they smooched some and Sandy didn’t stop his hand from traversing up her thigh. The only trouble was the film ended before he reached her steamy crotch.

“Let’s go somewhere where I can take care of that for you,” Sandy whispered as she squeezed his cock through his jeans. Five minutes later Oscar had parked on a remote road and Sandy placed his hand on her massive titties. Clothes flew from them all over the car and soon Oscar’s mouth was firmly attached to Sandy’s boobs.

“These are the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. They are so fucking hot,” Oscar mumbled between sucks. Sandy stroked his member slowly and deliberately while occasionally teasing his balls. Oscar let a soft moan.

“So Oscar who has the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen,” Sandy asked merely out of curiosity. Oscar thought long about that before answering her query.

“You ain’t gonna believe this Sandy but your mom’s ass is the hottest one in the whole county,” he admitted worried that this would spoil the mood. However it only served to turn Sandy on more. Soon they were both nude and Oscar was climbing on top of Sandy. She stopped him in time to slide on a rubber before he plunged his rod deep into her pussy. It seemed like her cunt decided to suck his whole cock into her twat.

Oscar and Sandy’s fuck in the car wasn’t very great but Oscar liked it enough to lust for even more.

“I bet you’ve imagined cumming inside of my mom’s ass and kissing that monster thing haven’t you Oscar?” Sandy cooed while licking the juices from his cock. She hadn’t planned anything other than what she was doing with this stud but a wild thought occurred to her as she licked the last bit of cream from his cock.

“Ah yes I have,” Oscar admitted blushing at his new lover. She kissed him softly and invited him back to her house to snuggle with her. Hurriedly they got dressed so they could enjoy the creature comforts of Sandy’s place.

Becky and Steve were sitting on the sofa when Sandy and Oscar walked in Sandy introduced Oscar as her lover and went right to work. Oscar stood dumb-founded as Sandy French kissed both of her parents. Her parents were happy as they both figured that Sandy would stop with her demands now that she had a guy.

“Hey mom, guess what, Oscar thinks you have the sexiest ass in the whole county and he hasn’t even seen it naked. It is ok Oscar there is no need to blush. Just have a seat right there. Now mom waltz over to my boyfriend and shake that rump in his face so he can get a better look at it before pulling down your pants and panties for him so he can see it in all of it’s glory,” Sandy demanded confidently.

Oscar thought he better leave and tried to get up but it seemed his legs wouldn’t cooperate. It was as if he were glued to the chair. He was shocked when, without a word, Becky came right over and swayed her large ass six inches from his face. Then she seductively pulled down her slacks and panties as part of her really enjoyed turning this boy on. Oscar felt like he was being tortured being so close but afraid to touch.

Glancing briefly over at Sandy he saw her removing her blouse and settling onto her father’s lap. As Sandy pulled her father’s mouth to her bosom she spoke to Oscar and Becky, “Oscar you said you fantasized about kissing and fucking my mom’s ass there it is; it is all yours. It is my gift to you. Mom you are going to be a hot slut for Oscar and let him fulfill all of his dreams.”

It took a couple of seconds for it to click in the young man’s head. Then convinced that this wasn’t some kind of cruel joke or worse Oscar dove for the mature woman’s ass. Becky and Oscar spent the next three hours in pure lust. He filled all 3 of her holes. As Steve and Sandy watched they followed every move and copied it. Becky was happy to actually get a cock into her cunt. It was a great night of unbridled lust.

For the next two months Sandy fucked and sucked her parent’s almost non-stop. All of them were smart enough to stop the sex long enough to meet all normal obligations in their lives. Sandy was the perfect obedient daughter when mom and dad were around with other people but was a hell cat when the family was alone.

Neither Becky nor Steve had noticed that Sandy hadn’t had a period since they had started fucking. If anything they were enjoying bayburt escort themselves too much. Neither of them could get enough of their daughter’s tits. They had reached the point that all of the sex was consensual and blackmail had been long forgotten. The parents were comfortable with things as they were and gladly left Sandy as their sex master.

Becky’s only complaint was that she wasn’t getting to fuck Steve much. Sandy had arranged for her to have a few other guys but she had only gotten Steve’s cock two or three times since this began and both times it was immediately after Sandy had fucked him so he didn’t have a lot left for her.

Steve loved watching his daughter fuck both of her mom’s holes with the strap-on as it was clear how much both of the ladies enjoyed it. He was also amazed at how expertly Sandy used her pussy to milk every drop of spunk out of his cock. He had taken her word for the fact that she was on birth control; never making her prove it. Lust had allowed him to be careless on this vital subject.

“Go ahead daddy and fuck mommy; give her her all you’ve got. Fuck the hell out of her sweet daddy,” Sandy purred one night when they got to the bedroom. Her parents were mildly shocked at the invitation but didn’t hesitate for a second. They were starved for one another’s bodies. Sandy kissed both of them as they carried on like rabbits.

“Guess what mom and dad?” Sandy purred as she licked her mother’s cream from her daddy’s cock. Their breathing was just calming down from the exertion of their wild fuck as they answered.

“What honey?” Steve asked. Sandy moved between her mother’s legs and ate her cream pie as she stroked her father’s erection.

“Daddy you are going to be a daddy again. Oh daddy I’m going to have your baby,” she whispered sweetly as she mounted his cock. She had actually gotten quite a rhythm going on his cock before what she said fully registered with her parents. Horror was the only emotion Becky could feel as her biggest fear had come to reality. Steve merely pushed his hips up to meet each downward thrust of his daughter’s cunt as she had succeeded in taking him past the point of caring about what she had just said at that moment. As Steve mauled his daughter’s tits Becky slapped her across the face

“You fucking whore what the hell has gotten into you?” Becky roared.

“Right now daddy! Now shut up we’ll talk in a moment,” Sandy panted as she came hard with sweat droplets shining on her breasts.

“You cunt you can’t be pregnant! You can’t keep the baby,” Becky snapped back. Sandy slapped her mom’s face and then put the pregnancy test strip on her chest. With one loud grunt Steve emptied the remainder of his jism into his daughter’s pussy. His whole body went limp as he gasped for his breath as Sandy dismounted him.

“How are you going to stop me from keeping it mother? Now get on your hands and knees. I am still in charge in here,” Sandy commanded as she put the strap-on in place. Floods of emotion ran through the older woman’s body. She wanted out of the mess. But, the one reoccurring thought was where would she go and what a mess it would be if this got out? So, slowly Becky gave her ass to her daughter.

Her dad watched totally dumb founded. He couldn’t think of what to say. He had no idea of what he should be thinking. Glassy-eyed he watched the dildo stroke in and out of his wife’s ass. Becky could no longer speak as her body was consumed by the feeling of the ass fucking she was getting.

When Sandy had finished wearing out her parents the three of them sat on the bed and talked for hours. As you can imagine there were some heated moments especially between mother and daughter. Sandy confirmed that she had used rubber’s with everyone but her dad and had gotten pregnant intentionally.

Finally they made the decision that Sandy would keep the baby and all three of them would stay together. They would claim to not know who the father of the baby was. Becky wanted some changes in the sexual situation but Sandy rebuffed that idea firmly except to tell her she would get to fuck Steve more now that she had succeeded in getting pregnant. It was 1:30 in the morning before sleep overtook them.

Over the next couple of weeks Steve and Becky became more used to the idea of a baby being born out of incest joining the family. It didn’t take long for the planning to begin for the arrival. Becky actually was beginning to enjoy shopping as the grandma/stepmother. There were a couple of tense days after Sandy’s announcement but soon even their sex life was back to abnormal.

Now that Sandy wasn’t worried about saving all of her dad’s seed for her pussy it allowed for a lot more freedom. Steve was having a lot of fun spraying his spunk on the ladies tits, ass and anywhere else Sandy wanted it. It turned out that Becky and Steve both found out that they were naturally a bit submissive and it became easier and easier to put themselves in Sandy’s hands.

Things were going along swimmingly until bilecik escort Sandy was four months pregnant and they realized that they faced a big problem. Kim was coming home for a four week break between semesters at school. All of them worried about keeping the secret from her and also knew that they wouldn’t be able to stop their activities altogether. Steve seemed just as worried about explaining why there were two king beds in their bedroom.

In Sandy’s mind there was no doubt about what had to happen. She was too horny to keep her lust closeted. The welcome home seemed perfectly normal. Kim didn’t even notice that she was being hugged extra tight by the rest of her family. Kim’s features were the best of both her sister and her mother as her boobs were slightly smaller than Sandy’s massive melons and her ass was just a tad smaller than her mom’s monstrous butt. An instant erection formed in Steve’s pants.

Sandy had told her folks that she expected to see her dad fucking Kim by the second night she was home. Becky and Sandy stayed in the kitchen while Steve escorted Kim to her bedroom. He was to snap the elastic of her bra as she walked down the hall to gage her reaction. A high pitched squeal rang from the hall as the pair disappeared.

As soon as his daughter dropped her suitcase Steve grabbed her around the waist and pulled Kim into his arms. The pair kissed hard and passionately; their tongues doing the tango. Steve ran his hands over her breasts as she took a half a step back to unzip his fly. Kim whispered, “Daddy I’ve missed you and your cock so much; fuck me right now.”

“Oh yes sweetie, but it has to be damn quick before they wonder what we’re up to,” Steve said pulling down her pants and undies as he spoke. Kim leaned on the side of the bed as her father sawed his cock into her pussy like a knife through butter. Excitedly he thrust in and out of his eldest child’s cunt feeling all over her body. He wanted to spank her ass so bad but he knew the slapping noise could be heard down the hall.

As Kim frigged her clit and thrust her hips up to meet her dad’s thrusts she realized just how much she missed his big cock. It only took a couple of minutes for both of them to cum. When they were finished Steve sat the girl down and they had a long talk while the other ladies made dinner.

Shock is not an adequate word to describe Kim’s feeling at being told that her baby sister was in sexual control of her parents. She thought that she was the only one in the house who was committing incest but apparently it really did run in the family. Her pussy was throbbing as she knew that her and her dad no longer had to hide their affair.

Obviously they couldn’t go out and announce that they had been fucking off and on for five years. Kim was suddenly happy that she had to share her sister’s room as hers had been converted into a workout room. The only real thing that bothered her was the idea that Sandy was in charge but she could live with that as long as her sister spread things around all of them fairly.

Kim hatched her own plan to get things moving determined not to wait more than a few short hours. Not even her dad knew that she was bisexual and had a girlfriend and boyfriend back at school. Her mother and sister were the hottest women Kim had ever ogled. She was not about to let this chance pass her by.

“Don’t worry dad. I bet there are four of us in your huge bed by the end of the night. Let me take care of everything,” she cooed giving his cock a hard squeeze before leaving the room. Steve had no doubt that she would make good on her promise as Kim always got what she wanted.

At about 10:00 Kim feigned exhaustion and told Sandy she was going to climb under the covers and read until her eyes fell shut but would love to talk if Sandy got there before she fell asleep. Sandy smooched with her parents a few minutes before going to her bedroom figuring any seduction of Kim would take time and probably wouldn’t happen her first night back and might require getting her sister drunk.

When her sister came into the room Kim watched as she stripped down and then put on a slinky nightgown that clung to her body. Kim licked her lips at this vision as they exchanged small talk. Sandy turned off the overhead light leaving the room lit only by the dim bedside lamp and then climbed in bed beside her sister.

“Sandy let me show you something,” Kim whispered as she gently caressed Sandy’s arm. Turning to face Kim Sandy nodded her assent. Kim tossed back the covers and got up to her knees beside her sister revealing a bright red bra, stockings and garter belt. Then before Sandy had a chance to say anything Kim pulled up her gown and pushed apart Sandy’s legs.

Kim thought it curious that her sister wasn’t wearing panties but ignored it and quickly went down on Sandy’s steamy twat. All Sandy could think of besides the great cunt lapping she was getting was that she was a bit disappointed at not being the one doing the seduction. But as Kim expertly bingöl escort swirled her tongue around Sandy’s clit all those thoughts faded as she feverishly ground her twat in Kim’s face.

Soon Sandy’s fingers were entangled in Kim’s hair as she pulled her older sister tighter against her pussy. Sandy saw stars as she came hard into her sister’s mouth flooding her with a torrent of sweet nectar. Convinced that Sandy was totally into it Kim broke free and scooted up Sandy’s body and kissed her mouth with deep passion. In seconds their crotches were grinding together in an almost violent dance.

For the next hour they spent their time getting to know one another’s bodies in a very unsister-like way. As they snuggled after the intensity of their incestual play Kim caressed Sandy’s breasts. Then Sandy spoke up, “Now Kim can I show you something?”

Sandy handed her sister the clothing she just removed from her and put back on her gown. Then she took Kim’s hand and led her to the living room where her parents were watching television while they smooched. Kim balked and stopped in her tracks, “Sandy, I can’t go out there with them. I am not dressed; hell I don’t even have panties on!”

“It’ll be ok Kim, I promise. Now just come with me; this will be a lot of fun.” Sandy answered practically dragging her sister. Kim was having fun acting like a reluctant participant in what Sandy was up to. Becky’s eyes popped when her daughters walked into the room. Steve salivated but wasn’t shocked as he half expected that things might move this fast after he clued in Kim.

“Slaves turn off the television and on your fucking knees and worship your mistress,” Sandy snapped. Her parents weren’t ready for this as lately the commanding had fallen off as it was clearly understood Sandy was in charge so she didn’t command. Sometimes a glance was enough to get them to do as Sandy pleased. Instantly Steve and Becky were on their knees in front of their daughters.

Becky’s face was red in anger at Sandy as evidently Sandy had managed to corrupt Kim in just a few hours. Steve secretly smiled to himself as things were going better than he could have dreamed. Using her very best actress voice Kim blurted out, “What the fuck is going on here Sandy?”

“Well Kim I thought I should let you in on our parents new role especially after you initiated that hot session with me in my room just now. Mommy and daddy are my sex slaves and will do anything I tell them to,” she said confidently.

You mean you’ve been having sex with them? You’ve fucked dad?” Kim asked.

“Yes, they both are under my total control. Mommy and Daddy show Kim your nude bodies right now. So, Kim, do you want to join us in some hot sex?” Sandy asked as she walked up behind her sister and nibbled on her neck. In less than a minute Steve and Becky were naked back on their knees.

“Oh gawd yes, they are both so hot,” Kim purred as she relaxed against her little sister.

“Ok, dear sister only one condition and that is that you are under my control or nothing doing,” Sandy sounded uncompromising.”

“Anything you want just let me at them,” Kim replied almost desperate. Sandy hugged Kim hard against her body and then looked back down at her kneeling parents.

“Mom and Dad I want each of you to get behind Kim and give each ass cheek and her asshole a kiss of submission as when I am not around you are her slaves.” Becky started to protest but knew it was pointless and crawled around to Kim’s posterior. She was quickly followed by Steve. Kim was thrilled at the circumstance she was in.

Not wasting anytime Sandy thought she would give her sister the gift of her parent’s genitals right away. So she ordered her sister onto her back on the floor. Then had her mother sit her dripping pussy right on Kim’s face as she had Steve fuck Kim. Becky decided not to fight it and enjoy this new twist.

The next month was very wild and the family had to place some limits on activities so that they could function as a complete household by going to work and school. A few times Kim convinced Sandy to stay home and play or ordered one of her parent’s to stay with her. Kim and Sandy also provided other people for some of their evenings together being careful not to reveal the real relationships.

Near the end of Kim’s visit reality began to set in as Sandy’s belly was growing rapidly. This fact eliminated certain activities and some positions as time went on. Everyone noticed a new sensuality about Sandy’s body and it wasn’t only that her boobs were getting even a bit larger.

Finally the big day arrived and Sandy went into labor. Her parents were her birthing coaches as they told the doctor the father of the daddy was nowhere to be found. Steve got the thrill of cutting the umbilical chord freeing his new baby boy from his last attachment to the womb. Within minutes the baby was sucking on his mother’s breast drinking his fill of pre-milk. Sandy looked down in wonder at her beautiful baby.

A couple of days later the baby and mother were home from the hospital settling into their new worlds. Life was good for the entire family as everyone took turns taking care of the baby’s needs; even Steve changed diapers at 3:00 a.m. Sandy’s only complaint was that no matter how much the baby nursed her breasts were always fully engorged.

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My sister Jessica came to town that October to check out the university’s undergrad program. She’d gone to community college for a year and wanted to transfer. I had a small apartment and she asked if she could stay with me for the week. I told her sure, but with this being my final year I was pretty busy and wouldn’t be able to hang out much. Jessica said that was fine, she would find ways to entertain herself.

She arrived on Thursday morning. I met her at the train station. It was unseasonably warm that October and she wasn’t wearing a coat. I noticed a few heads turn to watch this 20-year-old girl in a pleated black skirt and low-cut red blouse stride across the terminal floor to greet her brother. Jessica’s short black hair was cut into a bob, framing her face. Her large blue eyes were bright and her full lips parted for a dazzling smile when she saw me. I knew the other men in the terminal weren’t looking at her eyes or hair, though; they were staring at her full, pert breasts and the shapely butt wiggling under that skirt. I had never admitted it to anyone, but I’d noticed too.

Jessica dropped her bags and gave me a hug. We hadn’t laid eyes on each other in four months. She smelled sweet.

I took her to my apartment and gave her the ten-cent tour. She would have the bedroom. I’d stay on the couch. My next class started in an hour so I had to go. She said she had an appointment with an admissions officer and she’d see me later that night.

Classes dragged. By the time I got home it was after seven and I was starving. The stereo was on when I opened the apartment door and Jessica was in the kitchen. Her clothes were the same she’d been wearing that morning. She was bent over, getting a pan out of a low cupboard. For a moment I caught a glimpse of lacy, plum-colored panties. I said hi and she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“I’m making pasta,” she said.

“Sounds great. What can I do?”

“You could go get some wine.”

She must have seen the hesitation on my face. Before I could say anything she said, “I just turned 20 two months ago. That means it’s only ten months before I’m 21.”

“I don’t know…”

“Then look at it this way: now’s your chance to make up for missing my birthday party.”

She had me there. I walked down the street to the liquor store and picked up a bottle of red wine. When I got back she had two plates of sauce-covered pasta ready, complete with grated cheese. She also had two shot glasses full of whisky.

“Someone’s been snooping,” I said.

“Yes,” said Jessica. “And I am appalled that you drink such cheap shit.”

She insisted we take the shots. I wished her a happy birthday and she winked and we downed the whiskies.

We sat on the floor in my living room, eating and drinking wine while music played in the background. She told me about her appointment that day and the tour of the campus. We talked about movies and friends and our parents and our love lives. Jessica’s last boyfriend had been handed his pink slip a few weeks ago.

“He got a little freaked out,” she said.

“What?”

“He was nice and everything but he just wasn’t, well…”

I poured the last of the wine into my glass. “He wasn’t what?”

“Adventurous,” she said, blushing a little. “There were some things I wanted him to do and, well, he wasn’t up for them.”

“Like what?”

“Like, you know, sexual things.”

I laughed and so did she and I told her to say no more.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“What?”

“What about you? Any special ladies?”

I shrugged and told her there’d been some dates but nothing substantial. Jessica stared at me without saying anything and finally I laughed and asked what she was thinking. She just smiled and shrugged and took another drink of wine.

An hour later the bottle was empty, we both had a good buzz going, and the best idea in the world right then was getting some more wine. I stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the store to get another bottle of red. There was a line and the girl in front of me couldn’t find her ID, so a ten minute trip quickly turned into twenty. When I got back to the apartment, my head wasn’t swimming quite as much.

Jessica wasn’t in the living room. I shut the door and looked around. The stereo was still on, but louder than I remembered. I opened the bottle of red and poured two more glasses. The bottle we had finished was not on the counter, I noticed. I took a sip and then walked back to the bedroom to see if Jessica had fallen asleep. The door was open and the light was on. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

My sister’s panties were on the floor. She was lying on the bed, on her back with her black skirt up around her waist. Her long legs were spread and her milky white thighs were delicious in the light. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. Two of her fingers were knuckle-deep in her shaved pussy. Her other hand held the empty wine bottle as she worked the bottle’s neck in and out of her perfect ass.

My mind reeled at the sight. I was frozen.

Jessica balıkesir escort moaned and gasped. She pumped the bottle into her ass faster now, her asshole stretched and wet. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy and stuffed them in her mouth.

My cock was hard. I took a step back from the door but kept watching.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass harder. Do it.”

She rubbed her clit and her moaning became louder and her full red lips were glistening just as much as the lips between her thighs. She began to orgasm. Her eyes popped open.

I stepped back quickly and retreated to the front door. I counted to five and then opened the door and shut it hard, yelling that I was back.

I waited in the kitchen, trying to get my hard-on to subside and failing miserably.

A couple minutes later Jessica came out of the bedroom. Her face was flushed and if I hadn’t seen her fucking herself with a wine bottle just minutes before, I would have thought she’d just woken up from a nap.

“I thought I heard you,” she said. “I fell asleep.”

I wondered if she had put her panties back on. I held up a glass of wine. She held up the wine bottle; she’d brought it out from the bedroom.

“There’s still a few sips in here,” she said. “Why don’t you finish it off?”

I stared at the bottle. Did she know I’d seen? No, of course not. I took the bottle and moved to pour it into my glass.

“Just drink from the bottle,” she said.

“I don’t like to,” I said. She took the bottle and drank from it and licked her lips. She handed it back to me. “Don’t be a baby.”

I put the bottle to my lips. I could smell her ass on it but pretended not to. The scent was intoxicating. There were a few drops of wine in the bottle. I couldn’t help myself: I licked the glass. Jessica smiled and watched me drink.

We sat on the couch and killed the other bottle. Her cheeks were flushed and she stumbled getting up, falling back on the couch and landing in my lap.

“Sorry,” she said, giggled, stood back up, bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table to steady herself. Her skirt rode up and I had an unobstructed view of everything beneath: two firm and delicious ass cheeks with a thin red thong wedged deep between them. She had changed her panties. Jessica stood like that for I don’t know how long.

“I think I’m going to fall over,” she said. “Will you—help me—the bed?”

I didn’t say anything. I stood up and there was my sister bent over in front of me. My cock was like steel in my pants.

She looked over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes dark. Her lips parted and her breathing heavy.

Suddenly she pushed back and that luscious ass—the same ass she’d been shoving a bottle in—collided with my crotch. I fell back and she fell on top of me. On the couch now, my sister grinding her butt into my stiff dick. She was almost panting.

Then she stood up and straightened her skirt and said I was drunk and she disappeared stumbling into the bedroom, leaving me stunned and speechless on the sofa.

An hour went by. I couldn’t sleep.

She had drunk too much. What if she got sick? If she was lying on her back she might choke. I should check on her. That’s what I told myself, and it seemed like a great excuse to go see her, so I got up and went to the bedroom and opened the door slowly.

Jessica had fallen asleep on the bed. She was on her back. Her black thong was down around her ankles. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her hand rested on her crotch. The lamp was on. She was asleep. My guess was that she’d fallen asleep while trying to get herself off.

I walked over to the bed to turn the light off. She didn’t stir. My eyes ran over her long legs and red toenails. Her breathing was slow and deep.

It couldn’t be helped. I can’t say it was the wine in me, or simple curiosity. It was lust. And it had such a hold of me that leaving the room without at least touching her was out of the question. I gently moved her hand aside.

A strip of dark pubic hair crowned my little sister’s pussy. I wetted my finger and, trembling, put it between her legs. She was wet still. Her lips were soft. I ran my finger along her slit. She didn’t respond. I did it again, and again, and this time she gasped. A small gasp.

I had to leave, I knew it, but not before one more thing:

I slid my finger inside her. She was warm and slick and tight. A moan escaped her. I withdrew slowly, savoring the feeling. Then I put my finger in my mouth and tasted the rich sweetness of my sister’s pussy.

I wanted to dive between her legs. I wanted to pull my cock out and stick it in her mouth and fuck her exquisite face until I came. Instead I went back into the living room and jerked off and went to sleep. Too much had happened that night. I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.

The next morning I woke up to find Jessica had left. There was a note on the bathroom mirror saying she had gone out to shop for a costume for the party. It took me a moment to bartın escort figure that one out, then I remembered I’d told her about a Halloween party this weekend and she was welcome to come. I was having second thoughts about that offer now.

The note also said that Jessica would meet me for lunch if I wanted. She would be at the bookstore on the east side of campus.

I only had one class that day and it ended at eleven. I made it to the bookstore around noon. It was a huge place, two stories, with smaller rooms within it. Finding someone wasn’t easy. I had made it to the cooking section when I overheard one male employee say to another, “You gotta see the girl in erotica, she’s totally fuckin’ hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She’s been over there for like fifteen minutes just flipping through books. I’m pretty sure I saw her pinch her nipple.”

I had the sinking feeling that I knew who the girl in the erotica section was. I made my way over there. There was indeed a girl there, the same height as Jessica and wearing tight blue jeans that highlighted her long legs and tight ass. She wore a tight black T-shirt. I would have thought it was Jessica except she had dark red hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was turned away from me, engrossed in a book.

I’d had enough searching. I called Jessica’s cell phone. The redhead’s small purse started vibrating. She pulled a phone out and before she said anything I said, “Jessica?”

The redhead turned. It was Jessica. Apparently she owned a wig.

I was about to ask her why she was wearing a wig, but her expression stopped me. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were hungry. Her nipples were hard and protruding through her tight t-shirt. She mumbled something under her breath and walked away quickly. I followed her, asking if she was ready to go. Jessica didn’t answer. Instead she went to the back of the bookstore where the bathrooms were. She jerked open the women’s door and disappeared inside. She was in there ten minutes before another woman knocked on the door. I heard my sister swear and when she came out she was breathing hard and didn’t look happy.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Let’s go.”

I guess she didn’t get to finish what she started.

At lunch Jessica told me she’d found her Halloween costume. She wouldn’t, however, tell me what it was. I was at staring her long red hair.

“Do you like the wig? It was on sale and I thought it’d be fun. I think I look good as a redhead.”

“C’mon, Jess, you’d look good bald.”

“How do you know I’m not?”

“What? You’re…” Then I realized we weren’t talking about her head and I changed the subject.

That I evening I came back to the apartment not knowing what to expect. Normally I would have been at a study group session on Thursday night, but I was eager to spend more time with Jessica. Eager and terrified, all at once.

She was on the phone with a friend and waved to me from the living room. I set my bag down on the floor and spotted some boxes of takeout on the small kitchen counter. Next to the boxes were a frosty bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.

Jessica finished her call. She had taken the wig off. At first I thought she was wearing the same outfit as earlier, but I realized she’d changed her jeans. This new pair, just as tight as the old, had holes and tears in them. Especially around the thighs and butt.

“Before you say anything,” she said, “let me explain. I met one of your neighbors and she said she was buying party supplies for Halloween.”

“One of my neighbors?”

“So I asked if she would mind picking up some liquor for us since I still had to make dinner…”

“Okay, I get it. You convinced her to commit a crime. That’s great.”

“I didn’t tell her I wasn’t 21!”

“She didn’t ask?”

“Not about that. But she asked about you.”

“Who was she?”

“The girl down the hall. Blonde, long legs, really pretty eyes? Nice full lips, too.”

I knew who she meant. I’d helped that girl move a chair in a few weeks back.

“She’s cute,” said Jessica. “You should ask her out. I bet she gives great head.”

“Okay, are we going to eat or what?”

We did. Then Jessica demanded we take some shots. I said no and almost meant it.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “I can’t go to the bar with you and I probably won’t see you again until Christmas! When do we ever get a chance to party together?”

Like I said, I almost meant it. We did two shots and started a game of scrabble. I don’t remember the drinking rules, but I knew Jessica was pouring more shots and pretty soon I couldn’t spell anything without giggling. Jessica was laughing too, but not nearly as much. Then, for some reason, I had the brilliant idea of asking about the bookstore.

“Were you getting off in the erotica section?”

“What?”

“At the bookstore. You were breathin’ all heavy and then you went into the bathroom and you just, you just disappeared…”

“I was,” she said. “I got really turned on. I love reading erotica.’

“You batman escort should see the library. The library’s got a lot.”

“What are you talking about?”

She was by the sink pouring more shots. I was staring at her ass and thinking that I should probably look someplace else, but my eyes were locked on those curves and the creamy skin showing through the holes and tears.

“How many have I had?”

“Six. No: seven.”

“Is this seven?”

“This is eight.”

“How many have you had, Jess?”

“What’s at the library?”

“Oh yeah, the library! There’s an erotica section on the fourth floor. Not huge, but there are, like, three or four shelves of it. That’s a lot for a library, I think.”

“Is the library open?” She handed me the shot and sat on my lap.

“You’re sitting on my lap.”

“You noticed.”

“Yeah the library’s open, it’s open all the time.”

“Drink.”

I did. So did she.

“I want to go,” she said. “Let’s go right now, we’ll take the bus.”

I’m sure I protested, but for how long I can’t remember. Not that long, I figure.

She insisted on wearing her new red wig. We stumbled outside and down to the bus stop. It was chilly out that night. The bus was empty except for us. We sat near the back.

I was warm and reeling. I knew I was drunk and I felt bad that my little sister was drunk, but not that bad. She was hugging me because she was cold and hadn’t grabbed a jacket and her nipples were hard and I could feel them through her shirt pushing into my arm. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Lemme ask you something, Jess.”

Yeah?”

How do your tits stay so perfect without a bra?”

She laughed. “How do you know I’m not wearing one?”

“I can see you’re not.”

“Well you’re wrong.”

“I am not.”

“How do you know?”

“Because…”

Jessica took my hand and placed it on her left breast. I could feel her stiff nipple under my palm. My hand slid down to cup her breast. She closed her eyes.

I took my hand away and said, “I told you you weren’t.”

Her mouth was near my ear and she was telling me things that I forgot immediately because her whispers and breasts were turning me on. Her tongue flicked my ear and I jumped a little. She laughed softly and sucked on my earlobe. I told her she shouldn’t do that.

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“My jeans have all these holes in them.”

“Yes they do. Yes they do, Jessica.”

“I’m getting cold, could you put your hands over the holes to warm me up.”

She pulled my hand between her thighs, near her knees. I could feel her skin. It was really was cold.

“Jessica, you’re freezing…!”

“I know, that’s why you have to warm me up.”

I rubbed her skin. She nuzzled my neck. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her crotch and said, “There’s another hole.”

Indeed. There was a tear right near her crotch. The wig helped; it was like she was some girl I’d only just met. A girl who wanted me to finger her on the bus.

I was in the middle of deciding whether this was a good idea when the bus stopped and she slid forward. My finger brushed her pussy and I jerked my hand out of her lap. Jessica just laughed.

It was a short walk to the university library. The building was quiet. She was giggling about something but I wasn’t sure what and I was too busy trying not to walk like I was drunk. Then she became very serious and asked me where we were going. I said the third floor. We took the elevator. I showed her the row of erotica. Just a few shelves, really, maybe sixty books. She started reading to herself, then out loud. After a few minutes of staring at her while she read, I was hard as a rock.

Suddenly she stopped. “This is too much,” she said. “I’ve got to get off.”

Jessica grabbed my hand and dragged me back towards the elevator. There was a bathroom nearby. She told me to stand guard outside. She disappeared behind the door.

I stood there about a minute, wondering what the fuck I was doing in the library, holding a book of smut, with a hard-on for my little sister who was no doubt fingering herself to orgasm not even twenty feet from me.

Then I heard her call: “I need help.”

“What?”

“Open the door!”

I peeked my head in. She was in one of the two stalls. I couldn’t see her.

“I want you to read to me,” said Jessica. “I can’t get off.”

“I can’t do…”

“Just shut the door behind you and read!”

I did. The story was something about a young girl of eighteen getting finger-fucked by a woman in an elevator. Then a security guard got on the elevator and both of the women proceeded to suck his cock until he came all over the young girl’s. The other woman then licked the cum off her face.

Wet sounds were coming from the bathroom stall. My sister was panting.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. It was wet with pre-cum. I started stroking myself listening to her.

“Come over here and read to me,” she said. “I can’t hear you.”

I went over to the stall and pulled the door open. There she was, sitting on the toilet, her jeans and panties down around her ankles. Rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other, pinching her nipples through her tight black shirt. She looked up at me and her eyes went to my cock.

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“You know what I miss more than anything?” my wife asked as we lay in bed after a particularly vigorous bout of lovemaking.

I took a deep breath, still feeling my heart beating like a hammer in my chest from the exertion, and looked over to her with a kinked eyebrow. “Perkier breasts?” I asked playfully.

She looked down at her bountiful bosoms and held each magnificent tit in her hands, hefting them into the air, and contemplated them for a moment. “Okay. You know what ELSE I miss?” I shrugged. She bounced her breast-filled hands gamely. “I miss not using these puppies for their intended purpose.” She let them drop heavily and sighed. “I miss having kids around the house.”

I smirked. “Don’t let our daughters hear you say that out loud. They might protest.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I mean LITTLE kids. The pitter-patter of little feet. Our girls are grown now. They both turned eighteen two months ago and both are already doing well enough in their own ventures to not really need college if they don’t want it. I sometimes wonder why they’re even still living here, as successful as they are.” While technically true, the REAL truth is that our girls, identical twins, had BOTH gotten themselves into the independent porn industry and were making a killing. Lisa was running a live web-cam website out of her bedroom. All she ever did was strip and masturbate for the camera, but the money she got from doing only that had already put her personal bank account well past the $100k mark. Our other daughter, Kim, was selling sex toys through Lisa’s website and had a side-gig of “unboxing” them on her own web-streaming channel. Her bank account was doing very nicely, too. Both of them being so young kept their customers’ interest. Both of them also being extraordinarily attractive didn’t hurt things any, either. They were just at four-feet-nine-inches tall (as was my wife), had large C-cup breasts with trim waists and each went to the gym regularly to keep their young bodies toned.

Their mother and I were, as you might imagine, a pretty liberal couple. We both felt that we would only do our daughters a disservice by trying to make them afraid or ashamed of sex, so we taught them from an early age to be proud of themselves and to explore their sexuality freely. We never harped on them about anything and always answered questions honestly and openly. Had we seen their business endeavors? Yes. Absolutely. We approved of their ingenuity and tenacity, no matter what form it took. I can’t say that I really enjoyed the idea of countless, faceless men out there jacking off to my daughters’ faces, but I couldn’t really blame them, either. As a man, even I had to admit that my daughters were extremely easy on the eyes. Their long brown hair, their almost golden-hued eyes and full, pouty lips in conjunction with their stellar bodies (inherited from their fox of a mother, of course) would turn nearly any man’s head. So, yes, I had seen my twin daughters naked and doing very sexual things with their bodies… ONLINE. Never in person. And I most certainly didn’t participate. I loved and was one-hundred-percent faithful to my wife. We had a happy, healthy marriage and I was never tempted to stray from her, no matter what.

I looked at my wife sympathetically and rolled over to lovingly stroke her thigh. I didn’t miss the fact that she was still slightly sweaty from our carnal session, but my touch wasn’t a sensual one. “Honey, if we could, I’d knock you up again in a hot minute. You know that.”

She nodded but kept her gaze downward. “Fuck cancer,” she said hollowly.

Shortly after the girls were born, we’d learned that Marie had uterine cancer. The doctor told us that the girls had been a true blessing because there was no way that Marie would be able to carry another child to term without putting herself and the fetus at great risk. Treatment, unfortunately, wasn’t an option. She underwent a radical hysterectomy and had ALL of her reproductive plumbing removed. It took us both quite a while to come to terms with the fact that the girls would be our only shot at parenthood, but we managed to get through it. The love of two innocent souls who depended on us for everything kind of helped, actually. But, now that they were eighteen and legally old enough to move out on their own (even though neither one had even hinted at wanting to), Marie was starting to get “empty-nester’s” syndrome. Her role as caretaker and mother was coming to an end, a role which had pretty much defined her for the last eighteen years.

I gently squeezed her thigh. “Seconded and affirmed,” I said. “But, hey, it never came back, did it? And our daughters have both grown up into amazingly beautiful, intelligent creatures. We’re luckier than a lot of parents out there, honey.”

She nodded and heaved another great sigh. “I know,” she agreed. “But… still… I’d give anything to have little ones around the house again.”

I shrugged. “Give it time. Before you know it, the girls will end up giving us ardahan escort grandchildren. We’ll be neck deep in diapers again, probably sooner than either of us would like.”

Marie huffed in exasperation. “They’d have to find someone to knock them up first,” she said and then looked at me. “Did you know that they BOTH broke up with their boyfriends just before their birthdays? Honey, I’m not even sure they’ve had SEX yet.”

That caused me to give her a skeptical look. “Seriously?” I asked. “OUR girls haven’t had sex?”

Marie shook her head. “Not with boys, no,” she said seriously. “Their business ventures aside, I honestly don’t think they’ve taken the TIME to have sex. Both of their boyfriends were jerks, which is why they broke up with them. Sexually liberated as they may be, I really do think they’re both still virgins.”

I hadn’t really given it that much thought, to be honest. I’d always just assumed that, being so attractive, both of them would’ve tripped at least ONE guy each. There certainly wouldn’t be any shortage of potential suitors, that’s for sure! Their customer base alone was evidence of that. The girls could have any guys they wanted, the pick of the litter. Hell, they could hang a shingle outside the house and have men lined up down the block for a chance to date them.

As I pondered it for a moment, I found that I couldn’t remember a single time since their birthdays when they’d brought some boy home for us to meet. They went out to see movies and eat dinner, usually together, but they always came back home alone. Happy, but alone. “You don’t think…” I choked on my next few words, but forced them out, “…that they’re… TOGETHER or something, do you?”

That idea seemed to genuinely surprise my wife. “What? THEM? I… no. No, I don’t think… I mean, it’s not like we… noooo. No way. Since they were sixteen, BOTH of them have always shown a healthy interest in MEN. Not even a hint of Sappho in them. At least, I don’t think…” She shook her head as though to clear away some cobwebs. “No, honey. I don’t think our daughters are lesbians.” She sat there quietly for a moment and shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt if they were, though.”

I clucked. “Yeah, but… no grandchildren, if they are.”

My wife looked down at me archly. “A lesbian woman is perfectly capable of having a child without bringing a man in the picture, you know.”

“Not directly, no,” I allowed. “But I stand corrected on the broader point. Yes, if they’re lesbians, it doesn’t preclude the possibility of them having children at some point.” Then I added. “But it certainly isn’t as LIKELY anytime soon, is it?”

Marie bit her lip as she thought some more about it, then she looked down at her crotch, which was still leaking some of my cum. “I’m gonna go clean myself up,” she announced. “You go ahead and get some sleep. Love you,” she added as she bent down to give me a quick kiss goodnight and then skipped off for the bathroom, naked as a jay-bird. I rolled over and went to sleep, giving the conversation no more thought. Sleep, especially after having had really good sex with my wife, came to me quickly and I slept so hard that I didn’t even notice her joining me back in bed.

——————

I woke up the next morning and found that Marie had already gotten up. It was a Saturday, which meant no work and no worries. Nothing planned for that day at all. I glanced at my cell phone, which was perched in its charging base on the bedside table next to me and saw that it was 8 AM. Pulling on some boxer briefs, I immediately made for the bathroom to take a leak and have a quick shower (something I normally would’ve done the night before, but was too tired to do after having sex with Marie). Feeling refreshed and awake, I got out of the bathroom and the distinct smell of bacon filled my nostrils. While not unheard of, home-cooked breakfasts were a rarity in the house, but always welcome. I threw on some sweat pants and went upstairs to see what was going on in the kitchen. Walking in through the kitchen door, I noticed my wife standing in front of the stove, humming softly and going through the motions of getting our first meal of the day prepared. All she wore, however, was an apron. And that’s it. I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms lovingly in an embrace as I kissed her neck and rubbed my clothed groin into her backside.

“Woo!” she yelped and jumped slightly. When she realized that it was me, she immediately calmed down. “And good morning to you!” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning,” I mumbled into the softness of her neck. “Smells amazing in here,” I said. “But what’s with this getup? The girls leave early or something?”

She wiggled out of my embrace to pour off some of the bacon grease into the sink. “Nope,” she said breezily. “They should be out here in a few minutes, actually.”

While I wasn’t opposed to nudity in the house, this was something entirely new, but I rolled with it. “Okay,” I said artvin escort uncertainly and went over to the part of the kitchen where we had all of our coffee fixings- mugs, creamer, sugar, several types of coffee and teas and the coffee maker itself. Bless her, Marie had already brewed a fresh pot. As I started to prepare a cup of joe for myself, I said, “So… you’re not worried about the girls seeing you like this?”

She put the frying pan down and turned to look at me with a playful smile on her face. “Why not? They’re women, too. It’s not like I have something they haven’t seen before. And, considering that we had a threesome last night while you were asleep, I figured that hiding myself was a moot point.”

I stopped pouring the coffee for a moment and looked at her slowly. “You had a…”

She walked up to me with a sultry swagger. “The girls and I had a long talk last night. Some things are going to change around here and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just go with it. Trust me: you won’t be disappointed.” I arched a curious eyebrow at my wife. While she isn’t a lesbian, she HAS been known to dabble from time to time, especially before the girls came along. We weren’t swingers, not even back then, but when we were younger, our sex life had been a little on the adventurous side. Since the girls came into our life, however, we’d only ever been with each other and no one else. Throughout the years we roleplayed quite a bit, even including incest scenarios (something we both enjoyed- neither of us had a taboo about the subject, really), but bringing another woman into our bed was something that had never again come up. To hear that she’d had sex with our twin daughters last night, on the heels of having had sex with me, was quite a surprise. “I told you,” she said throatily, “I WANT grandchildren. The girls and I have come to an agreement.”

“And that is…?” I asked.

At that moment, both our daughters came into the kitchen. Both were naked as the day they were born (a day I will never forget). If not for the fact that Lisa likes to keep her hair just a touch shorter than Kim, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart- shaved pussies and all. “Hi, Daddy!” Kim said brightly as she came in and made a beeline for the counter area where the food was waiting to be set out. Her twin sister parroted her happy greeting and followed suit. Within seconds, breakfast had been placed on the table and they were already set about the task of getting out plates and silverware. Naked and acting as though it was perfectly normal, like this happened all the time.

I looked at my wife questioningly, but she said nothing as she took off her apron, draped it over the back of her chair and joined our daughters in nudity. When I just stood there in utter bafflement, she pulled out her chair and looked at me expectantly. “Are you joining us for breakfast, honey, or not?”

I numbly nodded and took my customary seat at the head of the table while I watched my naked teen daughters finish setting the table. When they sat down, all three women stared at me with bemused grins on their faces. “All right,” I said finally, “what gives?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Lisa asked her mother.

Marie shook her head. “Of course I told him. I think he thinks it’s a joke, though.” She looked at me. “I wasn’t kidding, honey.”

I silently looked at the three of them, one by one, and then held up my hand as I processed this. “Okay,” I began slowly. “You want grandchildren. Got it. We talked about that and I agree with you: grandkids would be nice someday. But what does THAT have to do with-” I waved at their naked bodies, “THIS? And… you had a THREESOME together?!?”

“Okay,” Kim said. “You told him, but he still isn’t getting it. Look, Dad, it’s real simple: Mom wants grandchildren and we want to give them to her. And we want you to do the honors.” She glanced at her twin sister, who nodded slowly with a happy grin on her face. “We’re all clean, so there’s no worry about STD’s. And we get the impression from Mom that you’re a good and attentive lover, which is good for us because we’ve never been with a boy. With what we do to make extra money, neither of us has a hymen left, so we’re only TECHNICAL virgins. We also don’t have the time to go around dating and looking for guys to knock us up. Neither of us is in a hurry to settle down, either. So we all talked it over and decided let YOU get us pregnant. Either one or both. It was Mom’s idea, actually, since she’s the one who can’t have kids anymore. So… any questions?”

I just sat there in silence for a moment as all of this new information settled into my brainpan with a resounding THUD. I dazedly looked at my wife, who was beaming proudly at Kim for how succinctly the situation had been explained. “And… you’re OKAY with this?” I asked her.

Marie blinked at me in mild confusion. “Well, like she said, honey, it WAS my idea to begin with. So, yes, I’m okay with this.”

I looked bodrum escort back at my daughters, who were both nodding in affirmation. My brain started to catch up with the situation and I eyed them carefully. “Okay. Spill it. What’s in it for you two?”

Lisa blinked at me innocently. “What do you mean?” she asked. “We love you. You’ve both been wonderful parents and we owe you literally everything. If you want to have grandchildren, we’re only too happy to give them to you.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. While both my girls truly are kind-hearted, they’re both also VERY smart and rarely ever do things for purely altruistic reasons. That’s not to say they’re greedy or duplicitous, but they tend to somehow make everything they do work more in their own favor than anyone else I know. “Aaaaaand?” I prompted her to continue and didn’t break eye contact, letting her know that there was more to tell.

Lisa rolled her eyes balefully and huffed out. “Okay. FINE. We want to do a live stream of it. Play it off as a roleplaying thing so that no one really believes you’re our father, but we’re going to tell the audience that we really ARE going to be impregnated by you. We won’t show your face, either, just to be on the safe side.”

“And that’s when the threesome broke out,” my wife put in. “Our girls take after their parents, honey.”

Like I said: my wife and I are, sexually speaking, pretty liberal even though we’ve been exclusively devoted to each other since we got married. If this is what they wanted to do, who was I to argue? As a male, I couldn’t very well say that the prospect wasn’t appealing; our daughters were incredibly attractive creatures. As a father and husband, I most certainly wasn’t about to say no, either. So I took my wife’s advice and just rolled with it. I began to pile food onto my plate and said, “So… when did you three expect to do this, anyway?”

The girls and my wife visibly relaxed and started to dig into breakfast themselves as Kim nonchalantly answered, “After breakfast.”

I paused for a second. “That soon?”

“Well, of course,” Lisa answered as she started to butter some toast. “As you know, I don’t do online shows while I’m on my period. Turns off most guys. So I was off camera all last weekend and the first half of this week…”

Her twin picked up the thread. “…and since we’re both synced up, that means our flow ended a few days ago, so I’m done with my cycle, too…”

And now it was my wife’s turn to add to the conversation. “Which means that, right now, they’re both ovulating.”

“RIGHT now,” both girls added in unison.

“Like,” Lisa continued, “our ovaries could probably just GLANCE at sperm and put out the ‘Open For Business’ sign.”

As I dug into my breakfast, I said, “It seems like you’re both pretty blasé about all of this, considering that you’re virgins.”

Kim waved the observation off. “Pfft. With all of the toy-testing that I’ve done, I’m no stranger to having something inside my pussy, Daddy. And neither is Lisa- she’s played with more than her fair share of toys, too, for her show. And it’s not like we’re not comfortable around you. I mean, you’re our FATHER…”

“…and we love you very much,” Lisa put in.

“We’ve known you our whole lives, so it’s not really something we’re worried about because we trust you completely. Sure, we’re excited to FINALLY be having sex-“

“Amen to that, sister!”

“-but because it’s you, we’re just looking at it as a special sort of… uhm… what was the word you used, Mom?”

“Expansion,” Marie said around a mouthful of eggs.

Kim pointed her fork at her mother appreciatively. “Right. Expansion. It’s just an expansion of our relationship with you. Really, it’s more of a gift.”

Lisa giggled and looked at me squarely, taking on a sexy pose in her chair. “That’s right, Daddy. We’re giving ourselves… to you.” For effect, she caressed her left breast and tweaked her nipple playfully.

“No sexually teasing your father at the table, Lisa,” Marie said, a string of words that I never, in a million years, thought that I’d hear her say. Ever.

“I’m surrounded by crazy women,” I muttered as I forked food into my mouth.

I felt Marie gently stroke my shin with her foot. “Yes, but fortunately we’re YOUR kind of crazy.”

I looked down at my crotch and found, unsurprisingly, that at least SOME part of me was wholeheartedly in favor of this plan my wife and daughters had concocted. My johnson was stiff as a board and made a respectable tent under my sweat pants. I looked back up at my ladies with a wry grin and said, “I can’t say the idea isn’t appealing to me,” I began, “but I’m not sure keeping my identity a secret will be as easy as you think.”

Marie waved that one off. “Not a problem. I’ll work the camera.”

I cast a surprised glance at her. “You think you can handle watching your husband impregnating our girls?”

“Handle?” Marie scoffed. “I’m looking FORWARD to it. I mean, c’mon, honey. You have to admit that it’s kind of hot knowing that the same sperm which made them is going to get them pregnant.”

“And to be completely honest, Dad,” Lisa said, “we’ve BOTH always thought you were a bit of a hunk. We know we’re beautiful. With you, our babies ought to be gorgeous.”

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From: Granpa@h—–.com

Even though you’re in your last year of college, I still miss you when you are away. Sometimes I take a pair of panties out of your drawer, wrap them around my cock and slid the soft silky fabric over my penis….. Faster and faster until I shoot my cum cream into your panties. That is why you are always running out of clean underwear and sometimes have to go around with out panties. LOL Of course I really like it when I know your bare bottom and pussy are just under your little skirt or shorts. You usually want to sit on my lap on those days and I love it.

I spent the week remembering the fun we had last weekend. I taught you how to play strip poker by my rules. If you loss a hand the other person took a piece of clothing off of you. I could never tell who did the most cheating to get naked first. I don’t know which got me more excited…. The way you caressed my balls and kissed my cock as you pulled down my shorts or my first glimpse of your newly shaved pussy. You moaned so loudly when I tasted your sweet pussy juices I was afraid the neighbors would hear. Before long we were both naked and began hugging aksaray escort and kissing each other all over. We decided that we would stay naked all weekend. We had great fun and did a lot of nice naughty things.

I gave you your first facial. You had such fun stroking my cock, bringing me to ecstasy and then had such a beautiful smile as I shot my warm cum over your lovely face. As you licked the cream from your lips some dripped onto your erect nipples. With a swipe of your fingers you lifted the love juice to your mouth and we kissed.

Do you recall what happened when I got out the Almond oil out and taught you how to give a pussy rub? You were a quick learner and sooo good. First you covered my back, butt and legs with the oil and then rubbed it all over your front, giving an extra helping to your sweet little bald pussy. You then straddled my back and leaning forward began rubbing your entire body over mine. You’re titties grazed my back as you slid up and down my back .

Our bodies were warm with excitement and stimulation. Your titties stood out as your nipples hardened with each pass. My stiff prick pressed into the amasya escort bed each time you slid over my back. Next you sat up so only your pussy and butt cheeks were in contact with my skin. As you rode and ungulate your pussy lips against me the friction gave you a most erotic feeling. Your labial lips quivered as you brought yourself to climax time after time.

I felt the heat from your cunt as you increased the rate of your ride. You then carefully straddled my leg and glided you love lips over the back of my thigh, knee, calf, ankle and finally settled on my heel which gave you great pleasure as you pressed down causing your clitty to be stimulated by my heel. You finished that leg by sliding your pussy back and forth over the bottom of my foot. What a sensation!

You repeated your pussy ride on my other leg and then proceeded to cunt-cruse over my arm, receiving particular joy from my elbow. Next was my hand and fingers which found their way up your tight little honey hole and you shook as I rubbed your clit until you shouted, “Ooh grandpa…. I’m cumming again.”

After taking care of my other arm you ordered me to rollover antalya escort on my back. Straddling me you poured more oil on my chest, belly, legs and finally my cock. After lubricating yourself your swollen pussy lips flowed over me. You continued to have orgasm after orgasm as your pussy juices mixed with the oil making the trip even better.

Covering ever inch of my body with you pussy you next wanted to know if you could take my cock into your creamy cunt. I said, “Oh yes my little Eva… Grandpa wants to feel his big hard cock in your wet, tight pussy.” You lowered your body on mine… Guiding your quivering labial lips onto the head of my shaft and slowly eased up and down… engulfing an additional inch of cock with each plunge. Finally I disappeared inside your soft – hot honey hole and we began a love rhythm…. starting slowly and increasing in a passionate pace. The bed shook and our intertwined bodies flew until you shouted your cumming and I filled you with my cum.

As we showered together you had such a special way of stroking my soapy cock… Bringing me just to the point of climax and then squeezing my shaft to keep me from cumming. Having enough of your playing around I bent you over and bracing yourself against the shower wall I slid my lathered rod up your rectum and gave you your first butt-fuck You loved it and wanted more.

Oh what a weekend we had. Can’t wait till you get home Friday.

Love, Your Fantasy Grandpa

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This is the latest in an ongoing series that is the first thing I’ve considered good enough to submit here. The story has already turned out quite different to how I expected, but I’m having fun writing it. Feedback is of course welcome.

If you haven’t read the story from the beginning, I suggest you do as it’s getting a bit complicated!

—–

I was seated at my terminal setting out some project plans when my team returned from lunch. They were laughing and joking and on the whole seemed very positive about being assigned to work with me. I spent the remainder of the afternoon going over the projects I wanted to tackle, splitting the six of them into three pairs as best suited each task. I assigned one particularly tricky problem to Max and the older guy, Trevor, knowing full well that they would require the most direction from me. Not that I cared too much about Trevor, though he was a good engineer and as much of a car bore as I was, but I definitely wanted to encourage Max’s flirtation and see what happened.

We kicked a few ideas around and then I decided to send everyone home early. I gave Julia a quick call and told her my plans, but she seemed a little distracted. “I’m sorry love, something’s come up,” she said. “I’ll probably have to stay late. I called Aless though, and she’ll take care of you until I get back. She’s at school working on some projects if you want to pick her up.” I said I would, and was about to put the phone down when Julia said quite clearly, “make sure the cameras are running.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but I trusted Julia and was happy to do as instructed. Before long I was guiding the Lambo to a halt in front of Queensgate, where Aless was waiting. She’d gathered an even larger crowd of friends and hangers-on since that morning, and she waved to them sweetly as I held the door open for her. “That’s Miss Howard, the headmistress,” she whispered to me as she subtly pointed out a sixty-ish, rather severe looking woman towards the back of the group. “She couldn’t resist seeing for herself what all the gossip was about.” I grinned, and pulled the Murcielago out into traffic.

I hadn’t quite known what to think when Julia had said she’d told Alessandra to take care of me, but it was quickly obvious she didn’t just want her to make dinner. As soon as I closed the front door behind us Aless started stripping out of her school uniform, divesting herself of the blazer, pleated skirt and blouse. She was still wearing the flesh-coloured stockings and red suspender belt I’d glimpsed that morning, as well as a matching red lace thong and balcony bra with cups cut so low, most of her areolas were visible above the lace. Kicking off her flat-soled black school shoes she replaced them with a pair of strappy red wedge-heeled sandals. She left her school tie on, she said, ‘in case I needed something to tie her up with later.’

She busied herself in the kitchen downstairs while I used a few leads purloined from the lab to hook my laptop to the widescreen TV. I soon had several different views of Julia’s office open on the screen, and was somewhat alarmed with the scene that unfolded. Julia was sitting a little way behind her desk so that her boots were still visible through the splits in her skirt, just as I’d instructed her. But it seemed that her appearance, coupled with our gymnastics at lunchtime, had landed Julia in hot water.

There was a thin, balding guy standing in front of Julia’s desk. Dressed in an ill-fitting suit and with a thin moustache drooping from his top lip, he had the air of a lifelong bureaucrat. Sure enough, the officious little prick was rebuking Julia over both her outfit and the day’s events. In one corner of the office, looking as if he’d like nothing better than to disappear into the wall, was the young temp from earlier. The skinny idiot kept gesturing to him while he ranted; every time he did the kid flinched as if he’d been slapped.

The guy’s voice was an irritating whine, and I was wondering how Julia was refraining from smacking him in the mouth. I called Aless up from the kitchen to find out if she knew who he was. “Ugh, that’s Arthur Corman, he’s Mum’s boss. She says he’s the only thing about her job she doesn’t like.”

“I can see why,” I murmured. On the screen the odious twerp was going into overdrive.

“…and furthermore, this sort of behaviour would not be tolerated from the lowliest office junior, let alone a member of management. Poor William here…” – flinch – “…was so severely distracted by your performance that he made several rudimentary errors in my bi-monthly stationery report, and I hardly need tell you what a vital document that is. Oh, I dare say your Lothario from the technical department is exhilarating company, but I doubt he appreciates the chaos that would ensue if his department were to run out of pencils…”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Corman. I guarantee it will not happen again,” replied Julia coolly.

“That’s simply not good enough I’m afraid. adana escort This is not the first time you’ve dissatisfied me, Miss Brighton, and you leave me no choice but to reconsider your position with a view to terminating your employment.”

“That BASTRD!” yelled Aless at the screen. “I’ll rip that skinny little dickhead’s balls off!”

“Hang on,” I cautioned. “Look at your Mum. I think she’s got this idiot right where she wants him.”

On the screen, Julia had stood and was slowly walking around the desk. “Mr. Corman, I thought we’d put that previous… unpleasantness behind us. But I suppose I have little choice but to resign.” Julia sighed overdramatically. “Unless of course we can come to some arrangement, like last time?”

Corman harrumphed and muttered, “perhaps under the circumstances that might be acceptable.”

Julia smiled sweetly, and I knew the guy was fucked – I just wasn’t quite sure what she was planning yet. Aless and I watched as Julia slowly slipped off her jacket, bringing into view her sublime breasts and shapely figure still squeezed into the red snakeskin corset. Reaching down she undid the clasp on her skirt, letting it fall to reveal her bare pussy and those incredible boots. William the temp, apparently forgotten in the corner, gasped.

Meanwhile Julia was dropping to her knees in front of Corman, who had undone his ugly brown polyester slacks and freed his cock. At least I think he had, it was hard to tell. “Gosh, is that it?” asked Aless. Even so I could tell she was tuned on by what we were seeing; she had snuggled up to me on the sofa and one hand was rubbing my leg restlessly while she pressed her thighs together. I started to strip off my work clothes as Julia got to work on Corman’s tiny cock with her mouth.

Once I was naked I cuddled up to Aless again on the sofa. She traced one hand down my stomach to fondle my hardening prick, her other hand pulling the red thong to one side so that I could slip a finger into her saturated pussy. She moaned and pressed against my hand, never taking her eyes from the screen.

Across town, Julia let Corman’s dick slip from her mouth. She looked into his eyes with a longing that was utterly false. “Would you like me to go on top, like before?” she asked.

“That will be acceptable,” Corman replied. He had removed his trousers and underwear, but left his shirt and grey socks. I asked Aless if I should get some like that and she giggled, squeezing my cock at the base. I gasped, hardly believing that such a beautiful 18-year old girl was caressing me this way while we prepared to watch her mother being fucked by another man.

Corman had lain on the floor and allowed Julia to straddle him on her knees. She slipped him into her pussy, and began to make a great show of riding his cock as if she’d never been fucked in her life. To us it was patently obvious she was faking, but Corman seemed to believe that he was hung like a stallion. Back on the sofa Aless mimicked her mother’s actions by sliding into my lap. I moved my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her, allowing my cock to slip into her pussy. She bit her lip as I entered, clearly having the opposite problem to her mother as my generous tool invaded her tight young hole. Facing away from me she slowly began to ride my cock, all the time keeping her attention fixed on the screen.

We watched as Corman reached up to paw at Julia’s perfect breasts. I gritted my teeth and decided that no matter what Julia had planned for him, I was going to make him pay for putting his sweaty palms on my flawless lover. Meanwhile Aless leaned back against my chest and reached one arm around my head, running her fingers through my hair. “Do you like this, Daddy?” she whispered into my ear. “Do you like feeling your cock inside me while we watch Mummy getting fucked?”

I kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. “I love it, darling,” I whispered back. “You’re my wonderful girls.”

Onscreen we saw Julia look around and spot William the temp hiding in the corner. He was still trying to look as inconspicuous as possible despite having liberated his cock and started wanking a reasonably-sized 7 inch erection. “Will! Come over here and stick that thing in my mouth, won’t you?” Corman apparently didn’t like this idea and began to protest, but Julia drowned him out with another scream of faux-ecstasy. Will stripped off the rest of his clothes as he walked around to Julia’s head. He was actually a pretty fit young guy; Aless clearly approved, involuntarily squeezing me with her inner muscles.

Julia took Will in her mouth and sucked furiously, all the time continuing the pretence of riding Corman’s tiny dick. The young temp seemed to have found a little confidence from somewhere, even being brave enough to place his hands either side of Julia’s head to pull her mouth further onto his erection. Corman seemed less happy, actively trying to avert his gaze from the male genitalia hanging a couple ankara escort of feet from his face. When a little of Julia’s saliva dripped from Will’s cock onto his cheek I thought Corman might actually throw up. Suddenly I realised what she had in mind.

Julia released Will’s cock and looked up at him. “Will darling, it’s no use. This loser’s tool is so small I can’t feel a thing. Why don’t you put that cock in my cunt as well, that way I can get fucked properly!”

Corman looked horrified. “I really must protest…” he began, trying to struggle up, but Julia was stronger than the pathetic specimen and held him down.

“Come on Will, I know you were thinking about fucking me this afternoon. It turned you on watching me licking another guy’s come off my tits, didn’t it?”

“Ohhh, yes!” moaned Will. He quickly moved behind Julia, crouched down and began to feed his cock into her soaking pussy. Corman struggled as he felt another man’s penis sliding over his, but it was hopeless. Julia could have broken him in two.

“Mmm,” moaned Aless on top of me. “Daddy, will you fuck me like Will is fucking Mummy?”

“Of course darling,” I replied. “Get down on your hands and knees.” She quickly obliged, dropping down on to the floor in front of the TV. I knelt behind her and slipped back inside, gripping her tightly around the waist so I could thrust energetically into her cunt – much as Will was doing to Julia in the office. He was clearly in seventh heaven, his eyes virtually closed as he slammed into my lover’s pussy. Julia was now gasping with genuine pleasure, and even Corman appeared to be enjoying himself.

Julia looked down at him. “There, doesn’t it feel good with another cock rubbing against yours? Making my cunt feel so much tighter?” she demanded.

“Nng… Yes! Yes, it feels wonderful!” he gasped, and Julia grinned triumphantly.

Aless’s breath was coming in shorter gasps and I knew she was moments away from an earth-shattering orgasm. I grabbed her school tie in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other and used them as anchors to fuck her even harder. “Oh… God… Daddy… AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she hit her pinnacle, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I fired jet after jet of come deep into her trembling pussy, while on the TV Will and Corman simultaneously did the same to Julia.

We collapsed on the carpet, still watching events unfold at the office. “Watch this,” I murmured to Aless.

Will withdrew his softening cock from Julia’s pussy and stood up, apparently dazed by the double-penetration he’d just participated in. Julia stretched, cat-like, and stood over Corman. She made sure that the mingled semen of him and Will dripped over his shirt and face, and it was like watching a vampire being hit by holy water. He scrambled from underneath her and dragged himself up by the edge of the desk. “Miss Brighton, that was entirely uncalled for. Regrettably I’m still going to have to reconsider your employment here…”

Julia snorted with laughter. “You’ll do nothing of the sort, you ridiculous little shit. In case you missed it, my ‘Lothario’ as you called him is a surveillance genius. You coercing me into sex to keep my job has been captured by at least eight high-definition digital cameras. Incidentally, is your wife still active in the church?”

Corman had gone white. “Wh-what do you mean? Why?” he stammered.

“I’m sure she’d like to see what sort of sinful things you get up to at the office. I imagine she’ll especially like the part where you said you enjoyed having another man rubbing his cock against yours. I seem to recall there was some fuss over those anti-gay leaflets she was distributing in Soho a few months ago. She probably thinks you can ‘catch’ being gay from touching someone’s cock, or having his come running down your face. You might want to wipe that off, by the way.” Corman frantically rubbed his cheek with one sleeve.

“So unless you want me to send the whole thing to your wife,” Julia continued, “this is what you’re going to do. Tomorrow you resign your job, effective immediately. You can say you want to spend more time with that stupid homophobic bitch if you like, I really don’t care. Then you recommend me as your only possible replacement. You’d better do a good job; if I’m not in your chair by Friday then that frigid, fundamentalist cow and her whole church group will get to see you swapping semen with Will here.” The young temp had dressed and was hovering nervously by the door.

“I… But… You’re bluffing!” He snarled. The phone on Julia’s desk rang. She strutted over to it and hit the speaker button.

“No, she really isn’t,” I said conversationally. “I have the whole thing, and it’s worse than you could possibly imagine. I’d do as the lady says. Incidentally, regardless of what Julia has done to you, I’m going to make you sorry you ever laid your pathetic hands on her. Oh, and the shirt and socks look? Never good, adıyaman escort even on a waste of skin like you. Now fuck off before I blow your house up.”

Tears were streaming down Corman’s face as he grabbed his trousers and ran. “Bye, Arthur!” Julia called after him. Then she turned to Will the temp, who cringed away in terror.

“Please Miss Brighton!” he yelped, “I didn’t say anything! He just knew somehow! Please don’t… I’m just a temp, I make £3 an hour, please…”

“As of tomorrow, expect a pay rise. That was perfect, Will, I couldn’t have done it without you. Hear that, darling?” she addressed me on the speakerphone. “No killing Will, OK?”

“Well, I suppose,” I laughed. Will looked extremely relieved, and fled the office almost as quickly as Corman had. “Who do you suppose told old Arthur?” I asked.

“I think that little bitch of a secretary, Libby, is going to learn a valuable lesson about office discretion starting tomorrow,” growled Julia. “Anyway, that’s me done for the day. Did you have something nice for dinner?”

“Mmm, a very tasty 18 year old blonde,” I replied.

Julia laughed. “not much point telling you not swear about the house now, is there darling?”

“No!” yelled Aless vehemently from over my shoulder.

Julia picked up her skirt and jacket, then looked down at her stunning body clad only in the half-corset and boots. “I think I might drive home like this,” she purred. “See you soon – put some bubbly on ice, will you? I’ve got a promotion to celebrate!” Julia swaggered out of the office as Aless and I, still lying on the carpet, burst into hysterical laughter.

*****

Julia was as good as her word, arriving back at the flat dressed only in her boots and corset, having again walked mostly naked from the garage. Aless, still running around the house in her underwear, had prepared a large spread of cold meats and potato salad, and I had a couple of bottles of Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin on ice. When Julia walked in we greeted her like a conquering hero, and blushing she gave a small curtsey as we applauded. Before dinner we all sank into a soothing bath, and though it was a little cramped with three of us nobody complained. After the excitement of the day I was shattered and so was content just to enjoy the foamy warmth of the water – though the sight of mother and daughter sensually washing each other created some localised rippling below the surface!

We wrapped ourselves in bathrobes and ate in the living room, laughing and chatting about the day’s excitement. Julia laughed wickedly as Aless described the reaction to her arrival at school, while Aless was eager to hear about my and Julia’s lunchtime episode. She avowed loudly that she would have to watch the footage later seeing as she’d missed out on the fun, making Julia and I laugh. To pacify her I demonstrated the use of the video feed and editing software, and left the two wonderful women in my life to scrutinize the most recent footage. As I climbed the stairs to work out I heard them excitedly planning an elaborate multi-angle DVD that could switch from Julia in the office to Aless and me simultaneously at home. The last I heard they were talking about audio commentaries and behind-the-scenes footage!

*****

On Tuesday I dropped Aless off at school again, and this time an even larger crowd had gathered to see us arrive. Aless had prepared for the occasion by neglecting to wear underwear, occasionally lifting her skirt to flash me as we drove through London. At one set of traffic lights a builder in a white van looked down just in time to catch a glimpse of 18-year-old pussy, and honed his horn appreciatively. Aless giggled and rubbed herself through her pleated skirt.

As we pulled up at the school gates a group of hostile-looking rich mothers turned to watch us in unison, resembling a pack of immaculately styled Meerkats. As before I exited the car first, walking around to open Alessandra’s door and help her out of the Lamborghini’s low bucket seat. I’d dressed casually in chinos, a tight oxblood rugby shirt that hugged my pecs and six-pack in a satisfying manner, and a favourite leather jacket I’d brought from Birmingham. I nodded cheerfully to the group, sending them into a frenzy of chatter. Julia stood up on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek, whispering in my ear about what she’d like me to do to her when I got home. I was so lost in these particularly nasty thoughts that I almost missed a lean, balding man walking towards us.

“Alessandra, darling!” he called in a curt, high-pitched tone.

“Oh bollocks,” she muttered to me, “it’s Giles.”

“How’s my favourite girl?” he oiled, grinning obsequiously.

“What are you doing here, Giles?” she said icily.

“Well, I was just passing on my way to the office and I thought I’d stop by and see my little treasure.” It was obvious he and Julia’s ex-boss were of the same type.

“Your office is nowhere near here, Giles.” Polar bears could have frozen to death from the chill in her tone.

“Guilty, darling. I can see I won’t be able to pull the wool over your eyes.” He continued to grin like a muppet. “I just wanted to see you, was that so wrong?” He turned his attention to me, and now his was the voice to become icy. “And you are?”

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One fine evening, I was studying late night and I just happened to pass through Aunts room and saw that lights were on I cracked the door and much to my astonishment, here lay my gorgeous and voluptuous aunt on her back on the Waterbed, totally exposed watching these 3 woman on TV satisfying one another sexually. My aunt afyon escort had her long flowing legs spread and her fingers moving deep inside her cunt.

She turned to the door and saw me watching she called me near and I crawled in next to her as she took my face in her hands, kissed my full on the lips and she parted my mouth with her warm tongue. She traced my teeth, sucked in my tongue as she slipped her hands inside my skirt I looked down at her feeling the heat in her breast. Her breasts were just touching mine. She opened her legs slightly pulling herself more firmly against me. Pulling on my shoulders she moved forward and placed her lips against mine. Her mouth opened warmly and her tongue tentatively probed my mouth. In a moment our mouths were clamped together, our tongues met each other. “Oh yes,” she replied “I want you to make love to me. Kiss my tits, lick my cunt.”

She had the body of a much younger woman, and one that any younger woman, including myself, would die for. Her breasts were perky and firm, her stomach was flat, and there wasn’t a once aydın escort of flab on any part of her body, she was well toned. Then when my eyes went down her body, I saw a perfectly clean, hairless pussy and her outer lips were puffy and slightly open. Then she just buried her face into my crotch and started doing all sorts of things with her fingers and tongue to my hungry and waiting pussy. I couldn’t believe it, Her fingers caressed my lips and at the same time she was chewing on my ear lobe. Her hands and her mouth went down to my navel, sticking her tongue into my little buttonhole. I was in such a state of turmoil that it seemed that her hands were all over me at the same time, my feet were being massaged and then I felt hands on my thighs. The touch of her tongue was better than expected and I could feel my juices flowing freely I have never felt so sexual aroused in such a short time it was incredible. She pushed her finger into the crack of my ass searching for my puckered anus. I tried to push my ass back to stop her but it was to late she found hole and pushed her finger ağrı escort in with ease. That was it I lost control of the situation and moaned to aunt that is was going to cum, I bent my legs and pushed my steaming cunt further into her mouth and exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life then She pulled me down onto my knees in front of her grabbed my head and pushed it into her soaking crouch. I could feel my own clit becoming hard again aching to be rubbed. I found myself back between her legs this time with no help from her as I drove my face into her sopping snatch licking and sucking all I could get. I pulled her ass of the lounge, as I wanted to get to her asshole like she had done to me. Dolly aunty pulled her legs onto her chest to give me easier access and I jammed my tongue deeper into her pussy as I fingered her asshole.

I jammed my tongue into her tight little asshole and rimmed it for all it was worth. I was rubbing her clit with my palm while my thumb was buried in her cunt as she screamed out, ” OOHHH GOD I’M CUMMING YOU FUCKING BITCH I’M CUMMMMING”. As her asshole gripped my tongue I felt her juices pour from her steaming cunt all down over her ass and my face. Dolly pulled me up from her crouch panting her eyes all glazed and started to lick her cum from my face. Then she drove her tongue into my mouth and gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever had…

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Someone was knocking on my door. No one knocks on my door at nine o’clock at night. This was my first surprise of the evening. I live alone, and have just a few close friends, all of whom keep pretty similar hours to mine – up too damn early, bed early to compensate. My building manager is a very nice woman who’d never dream of interrupting anyone’s evening unless it was an emergency, and I hadn’t heard sirens. But, someone was knocking, so I opened the door. And got my second and third surprises all in one.

“Emily?!?” My voice was at least an octave higher on the last syllable than it had been on the first, I was that surprised at her appearance. And that, too, has a double meaning. The simpler of the two meanings is that I was shocked at her appearance at my door because Emily lives a little over three thousand miles away from me, and, on top of that, I had figured she’d written me off. She and I had carried on a pretty hot internet affair for a few months, but that had ended (with, at the time, relief for me) when my ISP shut down, cutting us off. At the time, Emily had been fun, but a complication I didn’t need, and couldn’t manage to get out of. Emily, on the other hand, had claimed she couldn’t live without me, and that her life would be a meaningless void if we didn’t spend at least 3 hours a night fucking via instant messaging. I hadn’t really heard anything from her since the ISP shut down, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing her leaning against the wall in the corridor outside my apartment.

The other part of my surprise at her appearance was her appearance. Her long, dark hair framed her face, partially hiding it in shadow. Her eyes, however, snapped out of that shadow like two burning coals. Her lips were as full as I remembered. Emily has lips you immediately want applied to as much of your body as possible – full, soft, wet. Her hands were thrust into the pockets of a leather coat that extended about a third of the way down her thighs. It was pulled tight at the waist with a knotted belt. Below the coat was a brief glimpse of her legs sheathed in black stockings, and then the rest of her legs in a pair of very black, very shiny boots with very high, very pointed heels. The collar of her coat was turned up, further shadowing her face.

“No,” she snapped, “Eva. Emily isn’t here. She sent me.”

“Eva” was an alter-ego Emily had dreamed up for our fantasies. She represented the purely erotic, somewhat depraved side of Emily. I’d created “Lee” as my alter-ego. Those two had some very hot exchanges since they were able to toss aside the inhibitions Emily and I had. This “Eva” leaning challengingly against the wall looked every inch the personification of hot slut that Emily had created. A hot slut with brains – the hottest kind. No qualms about dressing to fuck. In fact, totally into it, totally into the idea of dressing in a way that would turn a man’s brain to guacamole, and his dick to iron. Just what she was looking for, really – a hard cock, a willing tongue, hers to command.

“I see,” I replied. My head was, as you might imagine, in a bit of a spin.

“So,” she said with a smirk, “Glad to see me?”

“Sure. Of course,” I managed to say.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she sneered.

“No, really, I am,” I said, “You just took me totally by surprise. Of course I’m glad to see you. I always wondered what you were like in person.”

“Well,” she answered, “You’re about to find out, then, aren’t you? Are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh, gee, sorry – of course, come in.”

She straightened up from her lean against the wall, and walked past me. She was wearing some sort of scent, and it did absolutely nothing for my clarity of mind. It did, on the other hand, do a lot for my cock. What was Emily/Eva doing here? Dressed like this? And, all things considered (insofar as I could consider anything at that point), did I care?

I closed the door, and followed the sound of her high heels into my living room. She stood, nisantasiescort.com legs parted, hands still in her pockets, facing me.

“So, where’s Lee?” she asked, “He and I need to have a little talk.”

“Um, just a sec, and I’ll get him,” I answered, not sure just what was going on. I figured I’d step into my bedroom, and then come back claiming to be “Lee”, and see what happened next.

“Tell him to make sure he’s wearing white,” Eva commanded.

I recalled from our exchanges that Emily favoured white underwear on men. She liked the notion that it made her seem like an older seductress leading a young boy into carnal sin.

“I will,” I answered. In my bedroom I quickly peeled off my jeans and black underpants, hunted up a pair of white ones, yanked them on, and then my jeans, and returned to the living room. Eva was looking at my bookcases.

“You read a lot,” she said.

“I do.”

“No sex, though.”

“Not really,” I said.

“Too bad,” she answered. “You think about it a lot, though, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do,” I replied.

“What do you like to think about, Lee? Do you think about wet pussies sliding over your hard dick? Or eager mouths with flicking tongues wrapped around it? Do you think about my hot cunt, Lee? Are you thinking about it now? Is that why the front of your jeans is bulging?”

“You always had that effect on me, Eva. And you still do.”

“Show me,” she said, “Show me how hard your dick is. Just like in those pictures you sent me. Show me how much you want me.”

I wasn’t lying about the effect Eva had on me. Somehow she could just erase everything but the thought of her – licking her, sucking her, fucking her, being sucked, fucked, and had by her – from my brain, and that was my state now. How had she gotten here? I didn’t care. Why was she here? I didn’t care. All I cared about was her standing in front of me right now, in thigh-high, spike-heeled boots and a leather coat, and who-knew-what underneath. And I wanted to find out. My brain was full of her dripping wet pussy, my tongue plunging deeply into it. So, I undid the button at the top of my jeans, and unzipped the front, and slid them down, leaving my underpants on for the moment.

“Mmmm, you remembered I like white – how sweet,” she said wryly. “Take your shirt off, too.”

When I was standing in front of her in only my underwear she slowly walked toward me.

“Want me to suck your cock?” she asked, standing only a hair’s breadth from me.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I said, reaching for her. She slapped my hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, angrily, “You abandoned us. You don’t deserve to touch me. Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise.”

Wondering where all this was going, I nevertheless did as she told me. She reached out, and ran a finger nail along the length of my hard dick, making it jump.

“Want me to jerk you off, Lee?” she asked, “Or maybe you’d like to jerk yourself off? Would you like that? Would you like to jerk yourself off for me?”

“Would you like me to?” I asked.

She looked at me, her lips pressed together, considering. “Mmmm, not just yet, I don’t think. Maybe later. Right now, I’d like you to undo my belt.”

She stood in front of me, shoulders back, hips thrust forward, and I reached for the knot at her waist. My hands were shaking.

“Excited, Lee?” she asked.

“I am, Eva.”

“Good,” she said, “That’s what I want to hear. I like men who are eager and willing. I’ve got so many demands, after all.”

“Just name it, Eva,” I answered, “I’m ready.”

“I know you are, lover,” she said, “You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

I had her belt undone, and she spun quickly around, commanding over her shoulder, “Remove my coat.”

I did, and almost came then and there. She was wearing a black satin corset, with a matching thong. She took two steps away from me, and turned escortcapa.com again. Her breasts were bare, riding high and firm above the top of the corset. The thong had a spider’s web embroidered in silver thread in the front. And, oh, was I ever trapped in that web. Not merely trapped, but eager to be consumed.

“Now, Lee, where do we begin,” she said, considering. “I know – pull down that underwear, slowly.”

I slowly pulled the front of my underpants down, revealing the swollen pink head of my cock.

“Squeeze your cock, Lee. I want to see a drop of semen.”

I squeezed the tip, and a glistening clear drop of fluid welled up from within.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” she said with a smile, “Now catch it on your finger and lick it off.”

I did as she said.

“Again, but this time, take your time. Suck your finger like you’d suck a cock.”

So I caught another drop on my finger, slowly inserted it into my mouth, and then began moving my finger in and out.

“Very good, Lee,” she said, “Anyone would think you’d been sucking cock all your life. Have you ever sucked cock before, Lee?”

“No,” I answered, “I’m too fond of eating pussy.”

“I’m sure you are,” she said. Then, “Reach into the right hand pocket of my coat, Lee. There’s something there we need.”

I again did as she said. Inside was a soft length of black satin.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Turn around.”

When I had turned around, she wrapped the cloth over my eyes, blindfolding me.

“There,” she said, “That will be perfect.”

I could hear her moving behind me, hear something sliding. Then she was in front of me, and something warm and wet was brushing over my lips – her panties!

“Do you like that, Lee? Do you like the smell of my wet panties? Would you like to taste them? Taste my pussy juices on them?” And she thrust them into my mouth, wrapped around two of her fingers.

“Suck them, Lee, suck my panties,” she said, pumping her satin-covered fingers in and out of my mouth. “It’s just like sucking cock, isn’t it, Lee? You do it so well, and it’s getting you so excited, isn’t it? Are you sure you’ve never sucked cock in your life?”

I shook my head.

“Hmmm, well…”

She was moving around again. I heard the gentle clink of metal. What was going on?

“Kneel, Lee,” she commanded. And so I did. “Now, take off the blindfold.”

Eva stood in front of me, her hand wrapped around a big black silicon strap-on dildo, looking for all the world like she was jerking off.

“Suck my cock, Lee,” she demanded, “I’ve seen you in action. I know you can do it. Suck me.”

And I did. And fuck me did it get me hot. She held the dildo in one hand, and put her other hand behind my head as she pumped the thing in and out of my mouth.

“That’s it, cocksucker,” she said, “Suck my big hard dick. Oh, you look so good with a cock in your mouth, I think I’m going to come.”

And she began pumping faster and faster, the half of the dildo buried in her cunt working her up, and up, and up to a massive orgasm. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” she moaned, “Suck me, make me come, Lee. You fucking cocksucker….suck me, suck me, suck me!”

And she came, bucking, yanking my hair, rivulets of her juices trickling down her thighs. My dick was throbbing, and I wanted to come like I’d never wanted to come in my life. I’d never been hotter. I wanted to get on top of her, and fuck her senseless. Fuck me senseless! I wanted her tits, her ass, her pussy – all of them in my mouth, or my cock between, or deep inside, spewing hot come.

Eva sank to the floor in front of me.

“You hurt Emily and I, Lee. You should apologize.”

“I do, Eva, I do apologize. I’m very sorry. I was confused, conflicted.”

“Sure you were, baby. Confused, conflicted. Well, maybe we’ll accept that. Maybe.”

“What would you like me to do to prove I’m sorry, Eva? Name it.”

Eva smiled a very wicked escortfindikzade.com smile. “Yes?,” she said, “Anything?”

“Anything, Eva. I owe that to you.”

“Good boy,” she said, patting my cheek, “Keep that attitude, and I may just let you come. First, a little gesture of partial forgiveness.” She leaned toward me and kissed me, hard, sliding her tongue into my mouth, then sucking mine into hers.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked, breaking the kiss, still panting, “Are you ready for the fuck of a lifetime?”

“Oh, Eva, you know it,” I replied, “Fuck am I ready.”

“Good,” she smiled, and slid her hands around my hips, sliding her thumbs into the leg holes of my underwear as she did so. She pulled the material tight, and up, pulling it in between the cheeks of my ass, pulling it tight around my cock. She held the underpants that way in one hand, while she took my cock and balls in the other and squeezed.

“Oh, fuck, Eva…oh, baby….oh, fuck that feels good.”

“Does it? Does it make you want to come?” she asked, squeezing, and pumping my cock while she pulled up on my underwear. “Does your ass feel good? Is your cock ready to burst?”

“Eeeyessss,” I moaned.

“Well, let’s see if we can make it feel even better,” she said, and moved around behind me. She pulled my underpants down, and off, then reached from behind for my cock. She began stroking it, pumping it.

“Give me some juice, baby,” she said, “Come on, give me some of your hot come. Just a little, just enough.”

My cock began to ooze slippery clear fluid.

“Ahh, that’s right, baby, that’s what we need. Now, bend over, baby. Bend over for the fuck of a lifetime.”

It took a second for what she was about to do to register. When it did, unbelievably I got even hotter, harder. She was going to fuck my ass with her dildo! She used my come, and the juices of her own pussy to lubricate the dildo and my asshole. She brought the dildo to my ass, and I felt it slide between my ass cheeks, pressing against my asshole. I was gone. I was about to get my ass fucked by a woman who never failed to turn me into a pussy-slave, a totally-focused cunt-craving idiot. Nobody had ever had this effect on me. The thought of Eva shoving that dildo deep inside me had me practically drooling with desire.

“Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes…fuck my ass, Eva. Shove your cock deep inside me. Fuck me, Eva, fuck me.”

“That’s my intention, lover, to fuck your ass and make you come with my dick deep inside you. To make you want it again and again. Emily and I want you begging for it.”

The head of the cock slowly pushed past the external sphincter, hurting at first, but then up into me, filling me. My cock had never been so hard in my life!

“Fuck me, Eva, oh, baby, fuck me. Oh, fuck, I’ve never felt so hot. Oh, Eva, god damn it, fuck me.” I was bucking back against her thrusts, helping her ram her dildo home, to fuck me deeply.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, baby,” she said, “Just waiting for some hot bitch to come along and make you her bitch. Tell me that, Lee, tell me you’re my bitch. Tell me your ass is mine.”

“Fuck yes, my ass is yours,” I cried, “Fuck this bitch, Eva, fuck this bitch deep and hard!”

I’d never, ever, been so hot in my life. Eva was everything I’d fantasized about – a domineering slut with brains. Why had I even thought to hesitate?

“Are you going to come for me, bitch?” she asked, “Are you going to spew that hot creamy come for me?”

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes – I’m going to explode! Fuck me, fuck me Eva!”

And it really was the fuck of a lifetime, just as she’d promised. Her cock deep inside me, her hand pumping my cock, her breath hot on my neck. I came and came and came, like I’d never come before. If this was revenge, it was incredibly sweet.

“You’re mine, now, aren’t you, Lee?” she said, licking my come from her fingers, “You’re mine to fuck whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Eva, you can fuck me anytime you want to,” I said.

“Good boy,” she said, “Now, one last thing.”

“Anything, Eva.”

“Eat me,” she said, “I want your tongue in my pussy, and I want you to make me come.”

“With pleasure,” I said, smiling. I knew there’d soon be two willing sluts in the room.

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I sniffed the scented envelope, my anticipation rose, I just received another love letter from my sweet girlfriend back home. I opened the envelope and the scent of her perfume became stronger. Her perfectly folded stationary and perfect hand writing teased my senses. What new words of love would wraps for me?

As I read her letter, it became abundantly clear her letter was a Dear John; I was crushed. She wrote of discovering an independence from what contemporary society thinks. “That includes being exclusive property of one man,” her letter stated. She closed by telling me that when I get back, she would not be around.

I moped through the rest of the day waiting to hit the ‘club’ to drown myself in booze. The club is nothing more than a canvass tent top over simple 2×4 studs and plywood walls. The music is loud and booze flows faster than river rapids. This evening would become my crowning moment for drunken debauchery and surely net me a reprimand. Mostly, I just did not care.

When I reached the club and found a seat, I scanned the area for anyone I knew from my office. Across the room I spied Mary Alice. Mary Alice is in my department although our tasks have us working on different projects. We don’t have too much interaction except at morning meetings. She sat alone just as I was.

I guess Mary Alice’s age about the same as mine, almost 28. She is attractive in a cute sort of way. She isn’t one of those size zero girls who look anorexic. Compared to me ex-girlfriend, Mary Alice is probably a size eight or nine and it is all distributed nicely over her five feet five inch frame.

From where I sat, it looked like she was feeling down just as I. Initiative took over, I picked up my drink and wedged my way through the happy hour crowd toward Mary Alice.

“Hi, Mary Alice. Don’t see you here often. How’s your project coming along?” I must have startled her from the way she jerked hearing her name called.

“Oh, shit, John. You startled me, surprised me really. Yeah, I don’t come here often. Today just happens to be a day when I want a little alcoholic encouragement.” It took her a moment before offering a smile. “What brings you here tonight?”

I wanted to answer with one of my wise cracks, yet Mary Alice mood wasn’t one for a crack and neither was mine. “Like you, I guess. I want some alcoholic encouragement also. Do you mind if I sit for a moment?” Mary Alice’s response was a nonchalant wave of a hand at the chair next to her; I calmly sat.

“So, Mary Alice, how is your project coming, any advancements?” A work conversation was better than no conversation.

“I’ll tell you about my project! I don’t have a fucking project. Fucking Anderson decided to take it over and get all the glory for himself. I’m sure it is because I don’t put out for him. All you guys think about is dipping your cocks in any woman’s pussy and claim some bragging rights.”

I began to stand and leave, Mary Alice was in the foulest mood I had ever encountered. “I’m sorry about your project. I’ll leave you to your misery.”

“Except you, Martin. You are always fair with everyone and you don’t chase skirts. I wish I worked with your project team.” Her voice was still hard and cold although some of the cutting edge of her tongue had dulled. “Come on, sit down. I’m just being a bitchy woman today.”

I had reservations, “Are you sure? I don’t want interfere with a good sulk.”

Another brief smile and Mary Alice retorted, “I’m not having a sulk. I’m getting drunk. Now tell me, why are you here.”

I sat back in my chair, “I’m planning a night of drunkenness and whatever trouble I can get into. You’re pissed at men and I’m pissed at women.” I waved for more drinks.

“How can you be pissed at women? Women around here drool over you. You are always polite with everyone. Besides, ass hole, you came over to me.”

Finally, a laugh escaped her and her mood changed a little more. “Mary Alice, truce. We are pissed but not with each other. Short story, my girlfriend decided to write me the proverbial Dear John. I wanted to give her a good life. I came here to earn some big bucks and provide us with a home and comforts. So much for that idea.”

Mary Alice giggled again. “Wait until the ladies find out you are available. You will be their star bachelor. I know your star is rising over me.”

“Please, don’t go baiting any hooks just yet. I am not on the rebound and definitely not rebounding with a workmate.” I did not want the world in on my plight. “Just keep it under wraps, between you and I.”

In these last few minutes, my desire to get drunk and foolish abated. Mary Alice lightened my load with her revelation about the women on site. She made an obvious hint to my star rising over her. “Mary Alice, lets go over to the other side and have a bite of dinner together. I’ll even let you pay.”

“You’re right, Martin, getting drunk just isn’t what its cracked to be. I’ll pay but you have to walk me home.”

Several eyes followed us as we tried to bagcilaronline.com cross the crowded room over to what was supposed to be the dining room. By tomorrow tongues will have Mary Alice and I in some kind of perverted romance.

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We ate what the club called a steak. Frozen in liquid nitrogen, vacuum sealed, thawed a couple day ago, fried on a hot grill, and served with french fries packed the same way made for a dinner tender enough to be mistaken for shoe leather. With Mary Alice at the table with me, dinner almost tasted good.

We left the club after eating and began the long walk across the compound to our rooms. It was a clear night and the sky glowed with millions of pin-pricks of star light. In a quick gesture, Mary Alice laced her arm with mine as we walked. I felt at ease with Mary Alice and actually forgot for the moment my lost love at home.

“Martin, we don’t have to let the night end now,” Mary Alice smiled. “We can listen to music and dance in my room if you would like.”

Her voice was friendly, not seductive, and having a good time with a cute available woman sounded like a good diversion. “I’m a painful dancer, Mary Alice. You better wrap pillows around your feet if you want to walk tomorrow.”

“Then the challenge is on. I bet you dance well enough, and if not, there are other things besides dancing.” Mary Alice snuggled more tightly as we walked.

This time there was denying the seduction in her voice. I placed my free hand over her hand wrapped through my arm. We walked on.

Our rooms were little more than conex boxes, shipping containers about seven feet wide and 18 feet long. They were insulated and air conditioned for comfort but the furnishings were surplus military barracks furniture. One small corner was walled to separate a minimalist bathroom of small shower, toilet, and sink. The only difference between male rooms and female rooms was color. Women had more pastel colors on walls and men had gray walls.

We arrived at Mary Alice’s room and slipped in quietly. Others were out and about though no one seemed to give notice of us. Mary Alice’s room was comfortably cool compared to the warm humid evening outside.

Mary Alice had a few personal items on a dresser and a few more on one of the corner tables. She had pictures from home and small decorations on her walls. There were two side chairs turned toward the other marking something similar to a living room space.

“I see you used the same designer I had.” It would be silly to complement her room décor as each box had exactly the same furnishings.

“Yes, vintage conex boxes are his specialty. You will have to invite me to your little box one evening. Can I give you a drink, Martin, whiskey?”

“Ah, I hear a song bird playing my favorite tune. Yes, a short whiskey would be nice.” I settled in one of the chairs as Mary Alice fixed a couple drinks. I watched her move about the room with grace and purpose. I noticed her form, full breasts, tapering to her waist before flaring out over her hips. Maybe I am wrong, she is probably a size six or seven not eight or nine. I kept my gaze on her as she moved about.

“Martin, are you checking me out? I feel your eyes burning on me.” Mary Alice smiled in an I caught you looking giggle. “Size six, 36B, 27, 37, 124 pounds, and I work out in what we try calling the gym. I want to tone up more and drop 12 to 15 pounds.”

“Sorry, Mary Alice. Yes, I was checking you out. You have many attractive qualities and you move about the room with grace, no movement wasted.” I am smart enough to say nothing about weight. I rose to meet her as she crossed with our drinks.

Mary Alice handed me a glass and I noticed her hand quivering. I took the glass with one hand using the other to touch her out stretched arm. “Mary Alice, are you okay? Your hand is shaking a bit.”

“Of course it is shaking a little. I am alone with a man and I don’t know where I am going with this.”

“Mary Alice, let me finish this drink and leave. I don’t want to make any unreasonable advances.”

“Martin, do you make reasonable advances?” Mary Alice looked apprehensive but not frightened, overtly sexual but not aggressive. If I labeled it, I would call Mary Alice’s demeanor coy. I enjoyed her shyness and imagined her reaction to advances I make.

“There is a fine line between reasonable and unreasonable, Mary Alice.” I tossed back my drink and continued, “Tonight I am hurting because of a letter and you are hurting because your work got taken away from you. Don’t make a mistake you or we will regret.”

I could see Mary Alice process what I said. When she finished digesting everything, she asked a simple question. “Is this weekend open for you?”

“Yes, I think I can clear a couple things this weekend. We can get a car and drive off the compound to a little spot I know that is secluded and very private.”

“Will you make advanced, reasonable or unreasonable?”

“Mary Alice, atakoymarka.com I’ll make reasonable and unreasonable advances if you want.”

We set a date for Saturday and although the sexual tension remained high, neither of us acted on the urge. We parted with a hug and a little peck of a kiss. Saturday is just two days away.

**********

I set out to get drunk, get in trouble, and get reprimanded. Instead, Mary Alice and I made a connection I would never have expected and I was happy with the outcome.

As I walked to my room, Mary Alice was on my mind. Why does she want to loose weight when all she needs is a little toning? I thought to myself how cute she is and how desirable she is. Thoughts of her as a workmate, a formidable woman who is intelligent and educated were not thoughts on my mind. By the time I reached my room, I had mentally undressed her. I realized I was walking around the compound with a hard on. I reached the privacy of my room, there to relieve the pressure that built inside me.

An after thought occurred, write a letter to my ex. I spilled my guts onto paper, my work, my desire for us, all the plans we shared, all the love we shared. I was sure she would read the letter as some attempt to change her mind.

“So, as I conclude this letter, as I reminisce about our memories, I realize they are only fading memories of what could have been. Now, I can find another with whom to make new memories and her name is Mary Alice.”

I crossed the compound to my work center making a brief stop at the mail room to post my letter. It cost more than I usually spend on express mail because I wanted my ex reading it before Mary Alice and I enjoyed our date.

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My first check in of the day was with my team and our project. I made an excuse to see Mary Alice’s team leader and learn why he took over Mary Alice’s part of the project. He gave some limp excuse that senior members of the project bla, bla, bla. He is not my team leader so I went over his head.

“What! I need her on that project. She is the one keeping that part of the program up to speed with your part. I’ll talk to Anderson.” He assured me that my name will not come up.

The work day ended and I stayed behind to work out some figures and make some progress updates. About 45 minutes later, Mary Alice stopped at my desk. “If I find out that you had anything to do with my full reinstatement, I may forget where we are and show you just how many thanks I can heap on you.”

“Come on, Mary Alice, lets leave.” Last night we were arm in arm, today I took her hand and entwined my fingers in hers. “The project needs you on it. That is all I have to say.” I continued to hold her hand as we walked from the work center across the compound.

We reached the housing area of the compound and my shipping container of a room came into view. “Step in with me Mary Alice. I want your opinion on decorators choices.” With a laugh we entered my room with its sparse furnishings.

“Chic, Martin. I like your minimalism. Hey! How did you get a double bed?” Mary Alice went straight to the bed and stretched out. “This is a luxury, you should share,” she sighed as I heard her shoes hit the floor.

Seeing Mary Alice luxuriating on my bed was a simple turn on. Her body, her curves, seeing her pleasure drew me to her. Mary Alice extended her arm to me, took my hand. With a gentle pull of her hand, I sat on the mattress next to her. What was the next move?

The next move was Mary Alice’s. She sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around my chest pulling us into a hug that she followed with a deep kiss. Her action took me by surprise at first and she reacted by pulling away. I quickly pulled her back into the hug and returned her kiss with one of my own.

This time we were ready. I felt her body molding into mine and heard her breathing change to sharp raspy inhales followed by sighs as she exhaled. Mary Alice and I, locked in this pose, felt our urges build. We fell back sideways across the bed, laid side by side, and continued kissing and hugging.

When our kiss broke, we looked into the other’s eyes. Mary Alice had passion in her eyes, lust and desire. I felt her breasts against my chest, her stomach and hips pressed against me. There was no doubt in my mind that she also felt my cock reacting.

“Mary Alice, is this what you want? We are moving fast to the point of no return. I will not be offended if you leave before we cross any more lines.”

“Martin, I feel your arousal,” Mary Alice whispered. “Touch my nipples, you’ll feel my arousal. I want to cross some more lines.”

I returned to the kiss and moved my hand up to cup her breast. Mary Alice sighed her approval. Her breast felt wonderful in my palm and my finger tips felt her hard nipple through the fabric of her clothes and bra. I gave her nipple a little pinch and received a moan in reward. I felt her hand rubbing my cock through my clothes.

Call it a primal instinct bakirkoymarka.com or any label you like, my fingers went for the buttons of Mary Alice’s blouse. Each button exposed a bit more of her flesh and as one button opened, Mary Alice sighed then sharply inhaled.

My breath also came in pants as Mary Alice massaged my cock through my clothes. Her fingers making me more excited with each squeeze. The next button of her blouse exposed the mounds of her breasts and a very fashionable lace bra. I sighed, “You are a lovely woman, Mary Alice.”

Her blouse was fully open and my hand found the front clasp of her bra. In a motion like the snapping of fingers, the clasp opened and beautiful 36B breasts greeted me my eyes. Mary Alice stopped massaging my cock using her hand to pull my knit shirt from the confines of my pants. I helped her pull my shirt off. When we returned to our kisses, her lovely breasts touched my skin. We both sighed at the feel of this new sensation.

My belt buckle popped loose as Mary Alice groped with greater determination. The waistband and zipper of my pants opened by her touch. Fingers snaked into the elastic of my undershorts; Mary Alice grasped my cock. Her body reacted as she moaned through our deep passionate kisses

My hand skimmed down her body to her waistband. Mary Alice wore pants with a zipper on the side; I was lucky that the zipper was easy to reach. “Martin,” Mary Alice panted, “is this when we get naked and hope performance meets expectation?”

“I hope my performance satisfies you, Mary Alice.” I tugged gently at her pants and with a couple well executed hip wiggles, her pants slid past her hips. I took my turn slipping fingers into the waist of her panty. Only a little tuft of hair greeted my finger tips as my hand dipped further toward the sweet honey pot hidden in her panty.

“Uhm, very satisfying, Martin.”

“Mary Alice,” my lust filled voice moaned, “I want to make love with you.” My fingers found her pussy wet with her nectar. I pushed against her opening. Mary Alice responded pushing her hips against my hand. My palm was against her pubic bone giving her clit a little stimulation. Mary Alice responded again, this time a loud moan escaped her mouth and fresh juice escaped her pussy.

Her panty slid easily over her hips and down her leg. We had our pants around our knees and worked to kick them off. Mary Alice moved to the center of my bed and waited for me to join her. We lay on our sides facing each other. Mary Alice hoisted a leg over my hips giving my cock a feel of her wet pussy.

“Your body feels nice, Mary Alice. I could lose myself trying to kiss every square inch of you.”

“I’m feeling something nice too, Martin.” With a couple wiggles, Mary Alice had my cock positioned where she wanted it. She used the leg over my hips to encourage me and encouragement was not necessary. I pushed past her outer pussy lips into her waiting vagina.

Mary Alice took several fast breaths, cried in pleasure, and pushed against me. I buried my cock to the hilt. Mary Alice rolled us over so I was on my back, she sat down hard on my lap giving her clit a good rubbing against crotch. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock.

Mary Alice stared into my face. I stared back just as intently. She had her weight centered pushing hard against my cock and keeping me firmly pinned to the mattress. The only movement was Mary Alice grinding her clit against me as her pussy squeezed my cock.

A minute passed, two minutes, three minutes, time was no longer important. All that mattered was centered on my bed. With no warning, Mary Alice orgasmed in loud cries. She tried to reach a pillow to muffle her cries but was too far gone. Anyone outside heard her.

“Oh god! Me too Mary Alice, I’m cumming. Get off or I’ll cum in you.” She pressed harder making escape futile. I pressed back as hard as I could unleashing millions of little sperm cells into her pussy.

When it was all over, Mary Alice fell against my chest in complete satisfaction. We both panted from excitement and slowly our breathing became normal again.

“Martin, you’re still hard!” I was still hard, turned on by the sexual minx on top of me.

“We just started Mary Alice. Your body deserves as much loving as you can handle. I hope I can handle you.” I began making slow movements in her.

We turned on the bed rolling into missionary. Mary Alice lifted her legs high and I linked my arms behind her knees. A couple pillows under her hips lifted her butt higher allowing me better depth in her pussy.

“Fuck me, Martin,” panted Mary Alice.

I wanted this one to last as long as I could make it last or until Mary Alice begged me to stop. I started sawing out and in but not hard and aggressively. The wetness of Mary Alice from her cum and mine made for little friction.

Mary Alice wrapped her arms around my back drawing me tightly against her. She babbled words that made no sense to me, “…pussy …my …me …fuck …Martin.” I lowered my head planting little kisses on her neck and giving her ear little bites. I must have found a sweet spot because Mary Alice bucked hard against me, clamped my cock with her pussy muscles and detonated in another orgasmic roar. This time I smothered her screams with kisses. My head echoed with her orgasm.

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Further to my previous two recollections about my fun with Jim, the retired policeman who rented Mike and me our first apartment when married, I wanted to add another of the times he ‘had me’ for rent money.

It was few weeks after our last session and in truth I was missing his big cock.

He had flirted with me a few times when we had bumped into each other, giving me compliments on my legs, tits, and arse, having sneaky gropes of me in passing too and then once whilst he was with a couple of his friends after coming out a local pub.

I had been shopping, it was a warm spring day late in May, and I was walking home when Jim and two of his ex policemen friends came out of one of the two the local bars on the high street.

We literally bumped into each other and it was obvious they had been having a few drinks, as they were all rather red around the face and quite boisterous.

He immediately began flirting.

“Och it’s my favourite tenant! Hiya gorgeous how are you?”

I replied that I was well and put my two shopping bags down to speak to him a bit longer.

it was blatant on my part. Mike had been struggling for overtime at work, so I sensed an opportunity to help out, and I was also hot to trot for his prick again.

“I’m very well Jim,” I replied smiling at the three of them. “I hope you are well you certainly look it!” I laughed.

“We’re fine lassie,” he said to me. “Just been having a wee catch up with my pals here and you look damn fine as ever lassie,” he said smirking. “You’re looking as sexy as ever!” he said to me as all three of them lasciviously looked me up and down.

I was wearing a skirt that finished at just above my knees, black in colour, with bare legs and a pair of two inch, high heeled white shoes. I had a white blouse on, with the top one button undone. Nothing too overtly sexy, but I guess to three horny guys coming out of a bar quite merry I was game enough!

“Oh you are a flatterer” I said in reply, kicking my heels a bit to draw their attention back to my bare legs. “You are such a tease Jim!” I said in a coy and playful manner.

“It’s not flattery at all lassie,” he said back to me. “You have the best arse and legs in town and if another button was undone we could be looking at those lovely tits too.”

His forthright nature should have shocked me but he was always such a dirty sod whenever he saw me alone. He always grabbed my arse in the stairwell and always made me feel so fucking turned on by his filthy comments.

The fact that he was being so blatantly sexual with me in front of his pals gave me more than the hint that he had boasted of his conquest of me.

I could almost hear him bragging to them in my mind of how he regularly ‘serviced the wee married tart from upstairs.’

Now at this point I had a decision to make: leave and be affronted or play along. To my shame, or rather because I enjoy being a flirt, a cock tease and then putting out, I was always going to play along!

“Jim really!” I said in mock- shock at his lewd comments. “What will your pals think!”

“Och they can see for themselves lassie. They have eyes to see with, and besides they know everything love, no secrets between us eh lads!” he said as they all laughed and ogled me some more.

So there it was!

He had obliviously told them all. I was stood in front of his two pals, being eyed up and down. My legs being assessed, my tits being looked at, and they knew we had fucked, sucked, licked and he had spunked in every hole I had and on every part of me!

“Dinnae worry love, your secret is safe with us love,” the taller one of them said to escortkagithane.org me (I would later know him as Barry, or Baz as he liked to be called.)

I genuinely blushed at this point. God this was such a turn on.

I blurted back in a distant daze almost, “I’m a married woman you lot you know,” gesturing to my wedding ring.

“Aye but one who likes the cock and isn’t afraid to get that wedding ring hand wrapped around some strange meat, eh lads!” Jim brazenly said to me.

I was in a daze, a sexually lust driven daze. I could sense my cunny moistening and my nipples aching as they tightened.

“And you are so cock sure of yourself as well Jim,” I laughed back at them.

“You know I am love!” he said to me, “And you know why as well eh?” He actually patted his trouser front at this point.

“He’s a big lad right enough!” the short fat one standing at my side said to us. His name was Vince and I would find out what floated his boat sexually in good time!

I was now in no mans land. it was either fight or flight!

“I’ve had bigger!” I wantonly said, dropping my gaze to Jim’s crotch area and playfully licking my red lipstick patted lips.

This took them by surprise and they all smirked and laughed. As we stood awaiting their response I knew they were moving in for the kill.

I tried to spread my legs a bit, bending my right knee slightly, pushing my arse out and in turn pulling my skirt tighter to my bare, long sleek legs. It had the desired effect, my skirt rode up ever so slightly. I heaved my tits out the best I could. In all honesty I wanted to undo more buttons right there in the street for them to ogle me even more!

“Ha!” Jim laughed back, “but have you had better love?”

“Maybe!” I said teasing again. “I can’t deny you’re a randy old sod Jim but it’s not always about the size you know.”

As I spoke the three of them were circling around me like lions stalking prey.

“Well you have never complained and you have been running back for more,” Jim said very assuredly.

“Yes, and you haven’t turned me down either have you!” I retorted back to him.

Baz was now openly staring at my arse.

“You enjoying the view there?” I laughed.

“Too fucking right,” he said to me practically slavering as he spoke.

“Fancy a quick drink?” Vince suddenly asked. “We could buy you a nice wee glass of something and chat a bit more.”

“Oh aye so you can get a better look as well is it?” I brazenly asked.

“Guilty as charged,” Baz laughed. “What about it love?”

I readily agreed, and Baz picked up my two shopping bags and we walked quickly to the next bar along the highs street. Me click-clacking in my heels as I was escorted by my three older admirers.

Once inside I was seated in a booth next to an alcove and Baz and Vince sat beside me on the long bar seat. Jim went to get a round in, myself having my usual gin and tonic.

Immediately as I sat down the compliments began to flow. How sexy I was, how nice my legs were, how pretty and all manner of kind words. all built to win me over but flattering none the less.

Jim returned with the drinks and we began to chat about all sorts.

After a few minutes of course the chat drifted back to sex and the talk became more explicit.

This turned me on no end and by now my pussy was beginning to moisten up nicely, I could feel my knicks getting wetter by the minute.

“So Jim says you are a game lass,” Baz said.

“Does he now!” I replied whilst sipping my drink.

“Aye, he says you are fun and always up for a wee bit of a laugh.”

“Maybe escortortakoy.com that is the case. No law against it is there officers!” I said back to them.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Jim said back. “Cock hungry and one amazing fuck is another.”

I smiled and made light of it.

By now my skirt was up slightly and my knees were exposed, my legs crossed as I was sat in between Baz and Vince.

“So you say you randy old sod!” I retorted back.

“No so I know!” Jim said firmly back.

“You have stunning legs,” Baz complimented gazing at my bare, exposed legs.

“Thanks very much,” I said back, moving my legs and crossing them over, exposing more of my bare flesh in doing so.

“Great tits by the looks of it as well,” Vince added.

“You bet they are,” Jim said. “Nipples get all stiff once you have sucked ’em for a while eh love!” he laughed at me.

“Oh yes they certainly do, they get do hard Jim,” I mockingly said back to him. My legs were quite exposed now and I decided to up the anti a bit.

I quickly unbuttoned another two of my blouse buttons, exposing a bit of cleavage and my white bra was now visible.

“You wee tease,” Baz said to me as they noticed my more exposed cleavage.

“What? You guys are saying such naughty things about me. Do you want me to stop or play along?”

This was past the point of no return now, for all of us.

I could see wedding rings on the other two guys hands. I was unsure of how far they would go or want to push it.

“Told you she was a fun one didn’t I,” Jim said taking a sip of his pint.

“Oh so he’s been bragging to you has he. Mister cock sure of himself here!” I said in a sarcastic tone. “I suppose I have been swooning over him have I?”

“Well creaming over his cock was his exact phrase Anna!” Vince blurted out.

I laughed at this point. I was there’s and they knew it.

“Guilty as charged!” I said back in mock reply to the retort earlier made to me.

“She fucking cums and cums lads!” Jim proudly boasted. “Once I was up her young married cunt with my big meat package she was creaming like mad eh love?”

By now Vince had bravely slid his right hand onto my knee. I didn’t make any move to stop him. I slowly uncrossed my legs, his hand staying in the same position as I did so. My skirt was a wee bit higher now and a good part of my thighs were on show. Vince slid his hand slowly up a bit further: still no reaction from me.

“Okay you got me I!” said as I stared intently into Vince’s eyes. “Yes! Jim and I have been having fun. Yes he has fucked me, yes I have sucked him off till he has spunked right down my throat and even on my face… and yes I have been creaming all over his big , hard fucking cock for a few weeks now. Does that satisfy you guys, is that what you wanted to hear me say??”

I had put the ball back into their court.

“Holy shit!” Baz exclaimed, almost spitting his pint everywhere at my honest and forthright confession

Vince’s hand was now rubbing slowly up my thigh. I simply parted my legs even further.

Digging my heels into the pub carpet like a true slutwife.

Baz took the hint and placed his hand on my other leg and reciprocated his mates actions.

I moaned ever so slightly.

“Well I guess seeing is believing,” Vince said to me.

Both hands were now feeling my bare legs. My fanny was leaking onto my white knickers and I was fucking aching for cock.

“What? You want to watch your mates big, hard cock fucking me?” I teasingly said. I licked my lips after taking a drink of my gin. “You beyogluweb.com wanna watch me get fucked by Jim and his nine inches do you, you dirty buggers?”

“Oh and so much more!” Baz said lasciviously.

“Oh you think you are up to the task eh do you!” I laughed back.

My skirt was now at miniskirt length under the table and both hands were high up on my thighs, my knickers clearly now visible.

“Given the chance I think we can rise to the challenge,” Vince said.

I looked at their crotches. Two obvious hard cocks were tenting and visible in their trousers.

“Looks like you are already risen!” I joked.

“No fucking wonder!” Baz said back to me.

“What’s it worth then?” I asked. “What is the deal for me here?”

Jim jumped in quickly.

“Listen Anna if you are honestly game for this then I will sort you out don’t worry.”

“Ok then!” I simply replied. “One full months rent and get Mike some work on a couple of your other houses and it’s a deal.”

I felt like a tart selling my goods but after all I was a newly wed and money was tight.

“Absolutely,” Jim replied.

“Now that sounds like a promise,” I said back.

Vince as now moving his hand higher and higher.

“Hoy, mister what are you doing!” I said jokingly. “It’s a bit public in here for that,” I said looking down at my skirt which was now rucked right up and his hand and moved completely to my knicker encased cunt.

“Sorry!” he said but didn’t withdraw his hand.

“I don’t mind,” I laughed, spreading my legs quite a bit wider to show how keen I was for the cocking I was about to get.

With that encouragement he gave my fanny a bit of a rub.

“Christ your panties are sodden at the front!” he said to me.

“What the fuck do you expect” I said.” I’ve been sat teasing you, looking at your hard cocks growing in your trousers, with you all eyeing up my tits and legs for the past half an hour!”

“Lets get back to mine!” Jim quickly said. “Elsie is out for the day and wont be back till late evening.”

“What time is your fucking husband due back?” he bluntly asked me.

“He’s out till about five,” I said. “But I will ring him at work and get him delayed more!”

I felt so fucking dirty in saying that.

Delaying my husband who was out trying his best at work so I could have an extra couple of hours to get thoroughly fucked by these dirty old men.

“Good lass!” he said in reply to me. “Use the phone in here and get him told to meet you alter. My balls are full for you and we will fuck you long and good sweetheart .While we finish these pints off you get over there and get us more time with you, you sexy fucker.”

“OK,” I said, “You better not be all talk you lot!” I laughed as I straightened myself up and went to use the public pay phone in the hall.

I rang Mike giving him an excuse of me wanting to meet him later at his parents house across town and he readily agreed to meet me there. I said I would be there for about seven and he told me that worked out well as he had a chance of a five a side football match after work over that side of town anyway.

I was being a complete slut and I knew it.

I was going to be fucked in lieu of rent, by not just Jim but his two mates, and i was loving it. But each month money was saved meant a month closer to our own first home and if the price was me spreading my legs then I was more than happy to do it. I was cock hungry by this point and my lust had overtaken me again.

I walked back in and the three of them watched me intently as I made my way through the bar to them. I could feel three sets of eyes devouring me as I walked towards these dirty old men and I loved the sensation.

We all hurriedly walked back to the house which was about five minutes away, but the anticipation was amazing on the walk there.

Once inside it was obvious these three dirty fuckers had seen plenty action together…

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