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Hot. Hot and sticky. And hot. Brooklyn, mid-July, the end of a humid day and a thunderstorm getting ready to rock and roll. After a day spent working to a deadline, Maggie wants nothing more than to quit, switch off the lights (the storm has robbed her of a good hour of daylight), cover the table and go drink something very cold, very fast. And find a cool spot. She wants to quit, but she wants to finish…but she wants to quit. As she’s deciding if she’s at a good spot to stop, one where she can go on, she hears a key in the lock downstairs. Well, that’s one decision out of her hands, and in no time, she’s standing in the lower hallway of the brownstone, waiting for Dave to walk through the door.

“I wasn’t really expecting you,” she tells him, then sees that he’s carrying a shopping bag. “Ooh, good boyfriend! What did you bring?”

“I brought sustenance,” he tells her, savoring every syllable. “I knew you wouldn’t have done anything, and I wanted to eat, so I brought it to you.”

“Well, come on,” she says, and goes down the hall to the big kitchen in the back of the house.

It’s marginally better in here, a little below street level, in the back away from the worst of the day’s sun, and the tile floor is cool on her bare feet, but it’s still oppressively hot. The first hints of thunder can be heard, still at the point where the question is, is it just a plane, or is it really thunder?

Dave thumps the bag down on the table, and together they unpack it. Ciabatta, tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, salami, strawberries. “You are the best,” she tells him, and suddenly hungry as well as thirsty, quickly has one end of the long table set for two. The finishing touch is a shallow bowl of herbed olive oil, to dip the bread into. Dave is opening two bottles of bursa escort beer–“Use glasses,” she reminds him–and then she lights some candles and switches out the light. “I thought it might seem cooler this way,” she says.

“We need the storm to break it,” he says, and for a short while, they’re silent, eating. It’s one of those times when hunger truly is the best sauce. After the first pangs are assuaged, and they’re down to picking, Maggie asks Dave how his day was. “Fine,” he answers. “Rehearsal was good….look at that,” he says, changing the subject suddenly. “Nothing is moving, look at the flames, they’re not even flickering.”

It’s true, the air is still and heavy. There seem to be more horns blowing than usual–the weather making tempers even shorter than normal.

Maggie is wearing a black, v-necked t-shirt, and it’s so humid that it looks nearly painted on her. Her generous cleavage glistens with sweat, and her hair has turned into a cloud around her head. She reaches up to lift it off her neck, the v of her decolletage deepening as she does, then lets it drop again. She does this a few times, and Dave begins to feel a heat that has nothing to do with the weather.

A true rumble of thunder now, no question of what it is.

Dave feels the sweat running down the middle of his back and decides to take off his shirt.

“I’m not sure if that raised or lowered the temperature,” Maggie observes, in the dry voice she keeps almost solely for the moments when she’s feeling the least dry, then rests her wrists against the cool of her glass of beer.

“I could go either way,” he says.

Lightening flashes, further out in Brooklyn.

Maggie moves her chair closer to his. She looks completely deadpan, but he can see her breath is coming bursa escort bayan a little faster than before. A slight breeze is starting, the precursor of the storm, and the flames begin to flicker ever so slightly. She runs her left hand idly across her chest, and Dave is mesmerized. Finally, she says, “There’s something I want to try…I want to play with food a little, okay?”

“Okay,” slowly, not knowing what’s going to happen next.

She takes the red bowl of olive oil off the table, and sits holding it for a moment in her palm. “A new twist on an old favorite….”

She leans forward, and dipping a finger into the oil, rubs it on first one of his nipples, then the other. The slick coolness (even in the heat) is unexpected and exciting. “Nice?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Uh-huh…” Then she leans forward, and sucks it thoroughly off first one, then the other, in the same order as she applied it. His breath is a glottal stop of an exhalation, a soundless punctuation of passion. As she’s finishing, he leans closer in to her, and catches her wrists in his hands and pulls her to him. His kiss is almost rough, and she answers him in kind. Not a pretty movie kiss, this one is urgent, hungry, flavored with beer and garlic and sweat and and the soundtrack is not swelling music, but the occasional suctiony slurp, which bothers them not at all.

The thunder sounds closer now, and there’s a flash of lightning behind the Williamsburg Bank building.

He lets go of her wrists, and puts his hands on either side of her breasts. He enjoys the familiar feel of the fullness of them, and then his face is in her cleavage. Summer sweat and her perfume, even muskier than normal, fill his senses and he licks his way through the salt and sweetness. Then, through the shirt escort bursa and her bra, he takes her nipple in his teeth and tugs. It’s her turn to make a noise, but hers is an intake of breath, sharp with the surprise of it. He tugs again, a bit harder, and she throws back her head, and her legs begin to part, slowly. Then her hands are on his slick, naked back, and she murmurs, “Come on, oh, please, here, on the table, oh, please…”

They’re both on their feet, this is the best idea anyone has ever had, since the beginning of time, “the candles,” she giggles, “I don’t want to go up in flames.”

He blows out two and moves one further away on the floor. Only shadows and one candle and the two of them.

His hands go up under her skirt (she favors skirts) and finds to his pleasure, that she’s naked under it. Quite naked, he finds. “I shaved for you.”

His voice thick, he says, “You know I how I like that,” and small talk is done. She sits on the table, it’s the perfect height, her skirt is pushed up and he’s undone his jeans and her legs are wrapped around him. He pushes himself into her, hard, and the noise she makes is both pleasure and relief. She’s leaning back, supporting herself on her hands, and he’s thrusting so hard that the dishes on the other end of the table are jumping. He slows for a moment and reaches down to finger her clit, at which point there’s no stopping her, her orgasm starts and he feels the familiar convulsive waves. He tries to prolong the moment, but before long, he’s cumming too, hard, a jaw-dropping pleasure. His arms are braced against the table, he leans toward her and knows that when he kisses her, her lips will be icy cold….they always are afterwards…

And the heavens open and the storm is overhead, thunder and lightening, as though jealousy has caused the weather to compete with them.

Later, a floor above, in her big sleigh bed, naked on the sheets, they listen to the rain that has slowed to a steady rhythm, and finally, sleep.

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All day I had had to keep my suit on in the hot springs. I have a hard time understanding why people insist on wearing clothing when swimming or sunbathing. It just isn’t natural. This particular hot springs allows clothing optional bathing after dark. When it did finally get dark I understood why. It was really dark. You couldn’t see a thing. I slipped out of my suit and dropped it by my chair where my towel and the keys to my RV were. The freedom of being nude elated me, and made me feel more renewed than I had all day. I was glad now that I had had the opportunity to learn my way around during the day. It made navigating among the numerous pools much easier in the darkness. I had to admit I did kind of enjoy the absolute elimination of lights. The stars stood out vividly in the sky. I worked my way around to a couple of different pools and found a nice seat in one pool that provided coverage up to my neck.

I was thoroughly engrossed in watching the stars when a voice next to me said, “Beautiful aren’t they?”

I glanced in the direction of the obviously female voice, and said, “Yes, it is amazing to think of the possibilities of life revolving around those stars similar to our star.” I glanced at her and noticed that she was nude as I was. I also noticed that she was young enough to be my daughter. She had to be in her early 20s. I couldn’t make out much other than the lightness of her nude breasts. She said her name was Jeannie and I told her my name. “Do you come here often?” I asked.

“I come over about once a month,” she said.

“Where do you live?” I asked. “Boise” she said. We continued to sit and chat and stare at the stars. She mentioned she came over alone and was camping in a tent nearby.

It had to be about 10:00. I asked her if she would like to come back to my RV for a nightcap. I was really shocked when she accepted. We climbed out of the pool and she went to get her towel as I went to get mine. I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist and we found each other again in the dark. I took her hand and led her up a path to the camping area. I unlocked the RV and stepped in and turned on a light. Jeannie walked in behind me. She had wrapped her towel tightly above her breasts. I looked at her in the light. She was even lovelier than I had imagined. bursa escort She had short dark hair and lovely brown eyes. I asked what she would like.

She said, “a glass of wine would be fine”, as she sat down on the couch.

I poured the wine and brought the glasses over to her. I sat on the couch next to her and toasted her saying, “here’s to hot springs and new friends’. She smiled and touched her glass to mine. She took a sip of wind and turned to put the glass on the side table. When she did her towel came undone, and fell from her breasts. She made no motion to retie it.

“I like being nude, I hope you don’t mind’ she said.

“Not at all,” I said,” I enjoy being nude also”.

“Well take off that damp towel then” she said. As I stood and dropped the towel to the floor she said, “this is a lovely RV, why don’t you show me around”.

“Okay, there’s not much to show” I said. I took her back through the kitchen past the bath and into the bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom Jeannie smiled and said, “this would be a whole lot more comfortable than my tent.” “Would you mind if I slept here tonight?”

I stammered “not if you don’t mind sharing the bed with me” I said.

“Not at all” she said smiling. She glanced at my penis and could see that it was starting to stiffen. I glanced at her small breasts with the dark nipples and the luscious curves of her body. She moved to me and put her hands up behind my head and we both bent simultaneously to kiss.

I touched my lips to hers and felt their softness. Our bodies pressed close together and I felt my penis react. I pulled away and said, “Are you sure you want to do this, I’m so much older than you”.

“I enjoy older men’ she said, “They know what turns women on and take more care in trying to satisfy women”.

I argued no further. I took her in my arms and enveloped her, running my hands up and down her back and over her smooth round buttocks. Our lips pressed against each other. My tongue probed her lips and both of our tongues began to spar with each other. I felt her stiff nipples pressing against my chest. I’m sure she had to feel my now erect penis pressing against her soft pubic mound. I separated from her long enough to pull the spread and top sheet back bursa escort bayan off the bed and then took her in my arms again and laid her on the bed. “What do you like” I asked.

“Well, I’m really fond of chocolate ice cream” she said smiling at me.

“I meant what do you like to have done to you sexually,” I said.

She smiled and replied, “I know silly, and I love oral sex”.

Fantastic I thought. I positioned myself between her legs and she had her knees up. I spread her legs and looked at the dark hair and slightly glistening slit there between her legs. I bent to kiss her thighs and put my hands under her buttocks, raising her hips slightly to give me a better angle to dip my tongue into her slit. My tongue dipped into her vaginal lips, I could taste her womanhood. This is one of the most erotic things I can do to a woman. I hope it turned her on because it certainly turned me on. I concentrated on finding her clitoris and flicking it as well as running my tongue around it. Occasionally, I would dip my tongue as deep as possible into her vagina. This went on for a good ten minutes.

I heard her say, “roll over on your back”. I did so and she straddled me in a sixty nine position, placing her now dripping slit to my face. I felt her take my rigid cock in her hand and then I felt her warm mouth envelop my cock head. I felt her tongue circle the head and then she began to run her lips up and down my shaft. I continued to administer to her clit all the while. I could feel her body begin to tense as I concentrated on stimulating her orally to take my mind off of what she was doing to me. I felt she was getting close to an orgasm. I dipped my tongue into her again, and then moved it back to her clit and flicked it. Then I closed my lips around her clit and sucked on it. That did the trick. I felt her tense and shudder. She stiffened and pulled away from my cock and moaned loudly. I could feel her whole body shudder and convulse in a lovely orgasm.

She settled back to normal after a few seconds and said, “Keep going”, as she closed her mouth around my shaft again, and stroked up and down it with her lips more enthusiastically than ever. I could hold back no longer.

I shouted “Here it comes”, so she could pull away if she wished, but escort bursa she kept her lips around my shaft and stroked up and down as I shot a load of cum into her mouth. I could feel her gulp as she swallowed, sucking all of my juice.

As I could gain control of my senses again, I softly massaged her clit some more and she came again as my cock softened in her mouth. We turned and snuggled together as I turned out the lights and pulled the covers up over us. It was time for a little sleep.

I thought I was dreaming. A lovely girl was softly kissing my penis and stoking it to erection. I suddenly awoke to find that it wasn’t a dream. Jeannie was indeed doing just that. I let her continue for a couple of minutes before I let her know I was wide awake. As if she couldn’t tell by the throbbing erection she was kissing and stroking. I reached for her and pulled her up to my face and gave her a passionate kiss. I continued to kiss her as my hands slid up and down her body. I fondled her small breasts and tweaked her nipples. I ran my hand down her side and massaged her buttocks. I moved it between her legs, and began massaging her slit and clit to moisten her in preparation for my entry. Finally I felt she was ready. I gently moved her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. I moved my penis head to her moist slit and then gently pushed it in. It felt like heaven as my hard shaft was engulfed into her pussy. The warmth and moistness was electrifying. I moved my penis back and forth in her stimulating her. I dearly hoped she would cum soon, because I knew I could not hold it for long. I tried concentrating on other things to prolong the intercourse, but my mind kept wandering back to the moment and the lovely creature that lay beneath me. I felt her begin to push back to my thrusts. After a few minutes I could feel her tensing and then she erupted in a moaning orgasm. I came immediately, not able to hold it any longer. I buried my penis into her and shot spurt after spurt into her warm moist cunt. We both fell to the bed exhausted and were almost immediately back to sleep. The next morning we fucked again, a slow easy fuck, more comfortable with each other now, learning each other’s desires. I cooked her breakfast and she helped me do dishes.

Finally she had to leave. She put her arms around me and said ‘thank you Daddy for helping me to fulfill my fantasy. It was more than I could ever imagine.”

“The pleasure was truly mine,” I said, “there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my little girl”.

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There is something very domestic about watching her putter about in the kitchen. She is making hot cocoa — I love a good cuppa hot sweetness on a cold evening — so she had my full attention. Mostly because she was cooking in the nude. Tight, pert arse: the kind that makes me think of wooden spoons and bending her over the counter. Tight, perky breasts: just sized to fit into a coffee-mug. Mmm… dipping her tits into the hot cocoa and sucking them… Tight: the fit of my jeans across my hard cock. Naked cooking — domestic and erotic.

She carried the hot mugs towards my chair, smiling as she saw the bulge in my jeans.

“Mmm…. a candy cane to stir my cocoa?”

I laughed. “Might be a bit tricky to fit it into the cup, love.”

“Then I’ll just have to fit the cup around it…” she said as she set the mugs on the side-table and knelt before me. Her hands stroked across my thighs, heading straight to the zipper. I rarely wear underwear, pendik escort so she was able to see — and touch — my erection as soon as the zipper was down. But that was all she could do. I am far too large to be ‘fished out through the opening’ when fully erect.

“This would be easier if you wore a robe, y’know,” she said, working on my buckle and waist button.

“Who said I wanted to make things easy for you?”

I reached for her head to draw her onto my cock. I like the hardness, controlling her motions, pushing her down along my length, using her mouth as my fuck-toy…

“Wait!” she said, “Let me do this, I want to stir my cocoa…”

… but I love to let her surprise me too, and pleasure me at her own rhythm.

But I really didn’t want to get up and do pushups into a cup of hot chocolate, so how…?

She took a big gulp of cocoa into her mouth, and grinned up at me. Ahhh.

She lowered her head to my cock, escort pendik and rubbed its tip with her lips. Then she steadied my shaft with her hand, and slowly pushed her mouth down on me. The sliding pressure was wonderful, and the liquid heat was glorious on my skin. Just at the edge of bearable. I squirmed restless in the chair, but her mouth and hand had me trapped in that maddening heat. No escape but straight through, deeper. Trickles of cocoa leaked out around the seal of her lips, running down my shaft, between her fingers, making me slick. Heating me up further.

She started sliding up and down my shaft, my erection filling her mouth, making it bulge with hot drink and hot cock. Her hand slid up and down to match, the dribbling threads of hot chocolate as lubricant, making my penis into a economy-sized candy bar.

I could feel her lips curl back as she pulled away, then they clamped on my head and there was a moment of mind blowing, intense pendik escort bayan suction as she swallowed her mouthful of cocoa with my cock-head still inside.

She kept her hand masturbating my shaft as she took another mouthful. I was breathing hard, feeling the tiny twitches and jumps that signal I am close. The air on my shaft didn’t even register as cold, until she pushed her mouth down on my cock again, keeping her lips tight to my skin, sucking me into the heat, the feel of her tongue, the inside of her cheeks rubbing my shaft. The heat was too much — or not quite enough.

I started bucking into her mouth, gripping the arms of my chair. Her head rocked in sequence, driving her mouth down my erection, her hands sliding down to grip my balls at the base of my cock. A faint scraping of teeth and I was over the top, groaning and bucking, thrusting myself into her, my cock exploding deep in her mouth. A scalding wetness flooded over my shaft and balls as she struggled to swallow my cock, my cum, and the hot cocoa — all of it mixing and overflowing.

“mmm….,” she said a bit later, idly licking my softening shaft clean, “I love my cocoa with extra cream…”

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“Mrs. Jones, would you come with me.” The only other patient besides myself still in the waiting room, an elderly woman, hobbled to her feet and made her way towards the door, leaning on her cane. The nurse, a petite redhead in a blue smock, waited patiently.

The nurse smiled sympathetically at me and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.”

I had been waiting two hours already. A little bit longer wouldn’t hurt. I nodded my understanding and covertly tried to imagine what the nurse would look like without her clothes on. It was a pleasant exercise but the nurse had nothing on the doctor. I smiled at that thought. Doctor Stone was a beautiful blonde with a decent figure and full, lush lips. There was a constant sense of sexuality about her and a certain playfulness in her mannerism that appealed to me. Though I had only seen her once before, and had been in too much pain then to properly appreciate her presence, I thought there might have been some chemistry between us.

Time passed.

“Mr. Orfeo, your turn. If you will come with me.” Was it my imagination or was their a playful smile on the nurse’s face. She casually reached up and brushed a stray lock of her long red hair out of her eyes and… no it was not my imagination. Her eyes definitely traveled up and down my body as she curled her hair in her fingers.

“This way,” she said. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. She was wearing two inch heels that made her legs stretch nicely. Her short white skirt wrapped tight around her well shaped ass. I could not keep a smile from my face as I followed her. The hall was empty. I was the last patient of the day.

“In here if you will.” She held the door open for me and I stepped into the examination room. It was painted a pale blue. Anatomical charts and stainless steel instruments were on the wall behind the examination bed and a sink and cabinets filled the other wall. The floor, strangely enough was carpeted bright green.

The nurse stepped into the room after me and closed the door. It clicked shut. The air conditioner was running and the air was cool.

“Would you please undress,” asked the nurse. Her tone was very professional but when I looked there was a sparkle in her eye. I noticed she was holding a hospital gown in her hands.

“Is that necessary,” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she said gravely, “I’m afraid it is. The doctor wants to give you a complete and thorough examination.” That sounded promising I thought.

I slipped my t-shirt off and held out my hand for the gown as I pushed off first my left shoe and then my right. She didn’t give me the gown though. Instead she looked at my pants and licked her lips. She had on a dull red lipstick.

“Pants too,” she said and this time there was no mistaking the suggestion of desire in her voice. She wanted to see me naked before giving me the gown. The thought was enough to cause my cock to start hardening. A bit nervously I unbuttoned bursa escort my jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them. My cock was straining against my briefs and I knew if I was any harder it would rise up and out of the elastic band.

The nurse stepped closer and reaching down she rubbed the shaft of my cock through the black cotton fabric of my underwear.

“Everything has to come off,” she said softly into my ear. Her breath was heavy and I could feel the fabric of her blue smock against my chest. My own breathing was becoming heavy. She laid the gown on the table besides me and then with both hands she slid my underwear down for me. My cock sprang forward, as hard as it had ever been. The cool of the air and the heat of her body made for an erotic juxtaposition.

“I’m going to have to take your temperature for Doctor Stone before you put on the gown,” she breathed into my ear, her hands on my shoulders. She slid her hands down my chest and grabbing my erection with one hand and gently cupping my balls in the other she kneeled gently onto the floor.

Hardly believing what was happening I watched her as she slowly ran her tongue from the base of my dick up to the head. There was already some clear pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick and she gently lapped it clean. I trembled from the feeling. She lowered her head and repeated the slow lick, all the time cupping my scrotum with her left hand. I trembled again and clutched her red head with both hands. I think I groaned but it was low and I don’t know if it was audible to her or not.

She lifted her head from my cock and looked up at me. “You seem hot.” She licked the tip of my dick with a quick flick of her tongue. “But tense.” She licked again and moved her fingertips on my balls. Then she took my cock and put her lips around it. I felt her teeth for just a moment and then her tongue circled my cock. I moaned loudly this time.

“That’s good,” she said wickedly and she stood up suddenly, releasing my cock, “the doctor will be with you in a minute. I’ll tell her that you’re ready. You can put on the gown if you want.”

I groaned with frustration. With a wink she strolled over to the door and opened it. Looking back my way she licked her upper lip and winked. Then she was gone and the door closed behind her.

I took a deep breath and touched my cock. I was so turned on at the moment. It was hard to think straight. But the cool of the room helped fight my arousal and I put on the gown, if for no other reason than to be a little warmer. Then I hopped myself onto the table and waited. The gown was of course open in the back and the plastic of the examination table was very cold at first on my posterior.

I was not waiting long. In just a few moments the door of the room opened again and Dr. Stone walked in. She was everything I remembered and more. Her white lab coat came down to her knees and her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Those bursa escort bayan were the only conservative things about her outfit however. Her low cut red silk blouse hugged her breast and the material was thin enough to easily discern that she wore no bra. Her hard nipples were just visible behind the white coat. Her mini skirt was black and showed off her sexy legs well. She was wearing glasses and red lipstick and the whole effect was very sexy.

Dr. Stone was looking at her clip board as she entered and she was smiling. Then, as the door closed she laid the clipboard down on the sink and smiled at me warmly.

“So, how are we today?”

“Just fine,” I croaked.

“Good,” she said and she pulled a stethoscope off of the wall. She placed it around her neck and then positioned it on her ears. She moved close and put her left hand on my shoulder. She placed the round medal disk over my heart. I could feel its cool touch through the thin fabric of the gown.

“Lay back and breath deeply,” she said. I was aware of my cock stiffening from her touch but I did what she asked, wondering if she would notice it pushing the gown up like a tent pole.

“Your nurse is something else,” I said by way of conversation before taking a deep breath.

“Yes she is,” said Dr Stone, and then leaning close to my ear she whispered, “She eats pussy as good as she sucks cock.” My erection immediately became full once more.

She stood up and shrugged off her lab coat, letting it fall to the floor.

“Just stay on your back if you will,” said the sexy doctor, “I need to examine your stamina now.” She rand a finger over the length of my dick and then pulled off her blouse, dropping it too to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, her dark nipples a vivid contrast to the smooth white skin. They were firm and just enough for each hand. I longed to cup them and squeeze them.

Her skirt joined the clothing on the floor and I saw she wore thigh high stockings but no panties. Her pussy was shaved except for a triangle of cropped hair above the dark red lips of her cunt. I stared at her perfect body and I know my breath was heavy.

She lifted the gown up and over my cock and then crawled up onto the table. As she mounted me, I reached behind my neck and untied the gown. She pulled it off, leaving me naked and then she slid her pussy onto my cock. She was slim and light and her pussy was so very warm and wet. I moaned as I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze.

“You feel good,” she said with breathy, husky voice. She slowly undulated her hips. “I love the feel of cock in my cunt.”

“Uh-huh,” I said wittily, lifting my knees and putting my feet flat on the table. I lifted my hips, grinding my cock up and into her pussy.

“Move it baby,” she said and she began bouncing.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed her breasts. They were soft and warm and my mind and body both reacted to the thrill of touching them.

“Don’t escort bursa cum yet,” she warned me and she reached down and rubbed her hands, both of them on her clit, spreading her pussy as she did so. I tried to nod but it was to do so in my position, and kept moving my hips, lifting her body with mine, making her literally ride me. I could feel the desire to cum building within me but I fought it. It was hard for she moved faster and faster. I pulled my right hand from her breast and, pushing aside her hand, I slid my thumb into her pussy above my dick. Rubbing my hand on her clipped crotch hair, I moved my thumb softly on her clitoris and pushed up hard with my hips, lifting my buttocks off of the table.

She gasped and began pounding her pussy up and down on my shaft.

“Oh yes…yes…yes…!” Her excitement was more than I could take and I came with a cry. I felt the warm cum pulsating through my cock and into her cunt. Her muscles tightened on my dick and she too came. Sweat glistened on her skin and her hair had began to pull out of her pony tail. My stick stayed hard, as it often does after I come, and I kept moving it in her. She moved her pussy once more and then lifted herself off of my cock. For a moment, a thick ribbon of fluid linked her cunt with my stiff cock and then it broke.

“Come on then lover,” she said and she pulled me up off of the table. I stood next to her uncertainly, wondering what more she wanted. She leaned her naked torso over the table and wiggled her ass in the air. My cock, slightly softer than it had been, hardened just a little more and I stared at her perfect but. Her cheeks pulled apart just enough to display her asshole but were still fleshy enough to make me want to grab them.

I bent and kissed her back, running a hand up each of her stockinged legs. I slid my left hand down between her legs and pushed my forefinger into her cunt. It was sticky and wet but still so sexy. I rubbed her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and then slid the fingers of my other hand into her wet pussy. With my moistened fingers I traced a line to her anus and slid my wet pinky into her as hole. She shuddered and wiggled her rear, grinding herself against my fingers.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, “that’s what I want. Only use your cock. It’s bigger.”

Smiling, I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. She wiggled and squeezed and I closed my eyes from the pleasure. I’ve always loved the feeling of my cock rubbing a woman’s ass. My dick was still wet and her asshole has already been moistened. I placed the tip of my cock . . .

“Mr Orfeo.”

“Mr. Orfeo, it’s your turn. The doctor will see you now.”

The nurse’s voice snapped me from my day dream and I sighed, opening my eyes. I probably had a goofy grin on my face, I knew and I felt myself starting to blush. My cock was already softening in my pants, but I could feel the wet moisture left behind by the fantasy. I looked at the nurse and nodded to show I was aware that she was addressing me. She stood waiting in her sensible shoes as I pushed myself up with my crutches and began hopping myself on one leg towards the door for my meeting with the doctor.

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. . . Snow had started to fall again, but the moon was still dancing between the clouds, bringing an eeriness of a vintage black-and-white film into the bedroom, making everything monochrome but still discernible. She watched the figure move in the room and moaned in anticipation as it drew nearer, disappearing below her parted legs. She tensed and began to pant at the feeling of the hands on her thighs, the heavy breath at the core of her, the low laugh. Drawing in her breath, she groaned as the mouth clamped down on her V, a tongue separating and gliding into the folds of her labia, searching for finding, and flicking on her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, licking her lips, palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss” over and over again. The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates opening to the touch. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn’t escape the onslaught . . . even if she’d wanted to.

The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. “Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie.” Penetration. The tongue moving inside her and flicking. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the face into her muff. “Yes, yes, yesss.” Deeper, the tongue penetrating her deeper, moving in and out. And then out, her labia being sucked and nipped again. The tongue gliding higher . . . to the clit again . . . nipping, sucking, sucking harder.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” And then she did in building explosions and flashes of light and thumping of pelvis against torturing face, grabbing hair and crying out to the murky darkness of the ceiling . . .

* * * *

“Isn’t it nice we all can be together up here on this mountain just before we have to take you two down to the college to start your freshman year?”

“Yes, Mother, It’s great,” Cindy said. She punched her twin, Jason, in his side at the dinner table, and, he quick-chewed up his mouthful of food so that he could parrot her.

“Yes, Mother, it’s great.”

Their mother, Cynthia, didn’t seem irritated that they’d used the same words. The twins, both accepted to the university in the valley below the mountain resort where the family had rented a condo for two nights and both planning to play basketball at the university and to study urban design at the university, had always been in lockstep. They enjoyed the same things; had the same taste in food and friends; discovered everything in life at the same time, together; and thought each other’s thoughts. The phrase “joined at the hip”—or anywhere else, for that matter—undoubtedly was coined with these two in mind.

They even both were Nordic blondes of fashion model and gym rat looks, identical blue eyes, sunny smiles, and roughly the same height. With more muscle mass—very well distributed—Jason outweighed Cindy. That may have been the only difference between them.

All seven of them were huddled around a round table, built for four, but they were a close family—the closest that could be—so no one complained. Dad, Jerry, and Mother, Cynthia, had driven Cindy and Jason up to the condo at the ski resort. It had been snowing since before they arrived, which was really early in the season here, but in big, occasional flakes that were having a slow go at turning the ground white. Grandmother Celia had driven up alone in her Miata convertible. She was fighting time, trying to stay young and hip, and was actually having a good go at it. She also held the strings on the family’s fortune, having worn out three well-fixed husbands. Aunt Katie—Cynthia’s sister—and her dentist husband, Carl, made up the group here so far. Cynthia was hoping a brother and his wife would show before tomorrow afternoon.

Father Jerry cleared his voice and started a speech. “We wanted to pull everyone together for this last visit before you two go off to college for the first time . . . uh, Jason, are you listening?”

He was, but just barely. Someone at the table had the toes of a socked foot rubbing his shin several inches up the hem of his trousers. He smiled at Cindy, who gave him a startled look, but then returned a warm smile.

“As I was saying,” Jerry continued. “We all gathered up here to send you two off because I know you want to have an opportunity to express your appreciation to those who are making your college possible. Your mother and I have really tightened our belts to give you this boost in life. Your Aunt Katie and Uncle Carl have contributed to your college fund since you were babies. And Grandmother Celia, of course. None of this could have even remotely been possible without your grandmother’s help. I’m sure you two are grateful for that.”

“Yes, Daddy, of course,” Cindy pendik escort and Jason said in unison. Jason’s response, atypically, was just a hair behind Cindy’s. He was somewhat disconcerted by the toes, which had pushed on up, almost to his knee, and were rubbing him. A sock or hose? He could tell? Not bare toes, he didn’t think. What was Cindy wearing on her feet? Why didn’t he know? Why wasn’t it obvious to him that it was his twin’s toes?

“Thank you, Mom and Dad; thank you Aunt Katie and Uncle Carl; and thank you, especially, Grandmother.” This time the twins were in total synch, not just in voice but in the movement of their heads in a sweep around the table.

“I certainly hope you know appropriate ways to show your appreciation,” Jerry concluded, putting his speechifying to rest.

“Yes, Daddy, we sure do,” Cindy said. She gave Jason a surprised look and elbowed him in the side again.

He’d been a beat too late in matching her response because he’d been thinking of what the toes were doing now as more of a caress than a rub. But, latching instantly into Cindy’s thoughts, he instinctively said, “Yes, Dad, we sure do.”

All of those around the table were smiling, in their own way. Jerry’s and Cynthia’s smiles were ones of pride and approval, Aunt Katie was shyly smiling, Uncle Carl was grinning, Grandmother Celia was displaying an imperial smile of self-satisfaction. Cindy’s and Jason’s identical smiles were ones of shared knowledge of the tasks ahead.

* * * *

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, licking her lips, palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss” over and over again. The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates opening to the touch. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn’t escape the onslaught . . . even if she’d wanted to.

The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. “Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie.”

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” And then she did in building explosions and flashes of light and thumping of pelvis against torturing face, grabbing hair and crying out to the murky darkness of the ceiling.

Penetration. He had turned her, belly to the bed, and raised her up to her feet at the foot of the bed so that she was bent over it, propped up by her spread arms. One of his arms ran up her torso, with a hand latched onto a generous breast, holding her captive, while the other hand cupped her muff, a finger working her clit and two fingers rubbing between her labia and entering her vagina.

More taxing penetration followed, though. She was groaning and huffing as he worked his cock into her ass. Making progress, then holding for her to open further to him. Then deeper. She was helping, pushing back on him, revolving her pelvis a bit, causing him to screw his way inside her.

“Oh, God yes, Jason. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck Momma good.”

Jason bent over her, close, his mouth by her ear. “Thank you, Mother, thank you for all you’ve done so that Cindy and I can go to college.”

Cynthia went wild under the attentions of her son, fighting him for control when he began to pump her, punching back at him, scrabbling at his thighs and pumping rump with the long fingernails of one hand, while raising the other to cup the back of his head, turning his face to hers, and taking his mouth in a brutal kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jason commanded, “Just settle down, Mother. It’s going to be a long ride.”

She did, and it was. But they didn’t ride alone.

While Jason was pumping his mother in the ass, he sensed another presence in the room. Someone else had entered and was lurking in the shadows, watching them with slitted eyes.

He dismounted and turned to see that it was Katie, her back plastered against the wall, just inside and beside the door to the corridor. She was wearing a sheer negligee. Her arms were outstretched and held close to the wall, as well. She was all curves and deep crevices, flowing blonde hair and blonde as well at her bushy snatch. Her eyes were open wide. She had had the courage to enter Jason’s room, but surprised to see him with her sister like this, she was in shock and glued to the spot.

Jason unglued her, walking slowly over to her, moving close into her, letting her feel the strength of his young hard cock inserting itself between her thighs, which she instinctively spread. He moved his hands to her wrists, holding her flat against the wall, pressed there by his muscular, youthful body. She was breathing heavily.

“Thank you for the college fund,” he whispered.

He went down on his knees in front of her, his face brushing the wings of her negligee aside as he moved his escort pendik tongue down her plump breasts and rounded belly and into her bush, his hands pulling her panties down and off her legs as he sank before her.

She lurched as his mouth found her thick wings and glided into the folds.

“Oh, Jason, Jason, Jason, she murmured, of course you’re welcome,” as his tongue found the gate to her vagina and rimmed it.

Looking up at her with a mischievous smile on his face, he whispered, “Ring around the rosie,” and then move his face back into her snatch and started munching on her clit.

She was wide open for him when he stood up against her, lifted her left leg, hooked it onto his hip, thrust his hard cock up between her meaty folds, and started to pump.

Later, he watched, briefly, as the two sisters worked each other over, Cynthia stretched full length on Katie on the bed, the two of them kissing and rubbing their tits and muffs together, and moaning in harmony.

Having worked his cock up again and recrowned it, Jason moved below them, pulling up and spreading Katie’s legs, which did the same for Cynthia, and began giving them turns—Katie’s cunt and Cynthia’s ass in equal measure—with attention from his plunging and pumping cock.

* * * *

She watched the figure move in the room and moaned in anticipation as it drew nearer, disappearing below her parted legs. She tensed and started panting at the feeling of the hands on her thighs, the heavy breath at the core of her, the low laugh. Drawing in her breath, she groaned as the mouth clamped down on her V, a tongue separating and gliding into the folds of her labia, searching for finding, and flicking on her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, licking her lips, palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss” over and over again. The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates opening to the touch. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn’t escape the onslaught . . . even if she’d wanted to.

The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. “Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie.” Penetration. The tongue moving inside her and flicking. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the face into her muff. “Yes, yes, yesss.” Deeper, the tongue penetrating her deeper, moving in and out. And then out, her labia being sucked and nipped again. The tongue gliding higher . . . to the clit again . . . nipping, sucking, sucking harder.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” And then she did in building explosions and flashes of light and thumping of pelvis against torturing face, grabbing hair and crying out to the murky darkness of the ceiling.

“Now,” Jason commanded, lifting and pushing Cindy aside, whereupon she moved up the bed to embrace Celia, kiss her on the lips, and move a hand to the nipples of a pendulous breast. “Thank you, Grandmother,” Cindy whispered, “from both Jason and me. Thank you for making college possible for us.”

The strength of the climax had caused Celia to dig her feet into the edge of the foot of the bed and raise her pelvis. Jason moved right into position, his knees on the bed, his calves pressing into Celia’s buttocks, his hands under her thighs, holding them up in position and spreading them further.

Celia bit Cindy’s lip, threw her now-free head back, and gave a little cry, as Jason penetrated her and sank in to the hit.

Undeterred, Cindy’s mouth went to Celia’s nipples, sucking and pinching at them, as she let her hand glide down the older woman’s belly, through her bush and into her folds, finding and working her clit.

“Oh, children, children,” Celia cried out as her hips were involuntarily set in motion, grinding her clit against Cindy’s rubbing finger and moving on Jason’s thick cock buried deep in her cunt. Jason held his cock hard and steady for only a moment more before he began to pump her.

Silence, other than grunting and groaning in three different voice registers reigned for several minutes, until Jason’s shudder and filling of the bulb of his condom set off a shudder and second set of explosions inside Celia as well.

Lying there together, grandmother in the middle, a grandchild on each side, embracing her and still stroking her body with their fingers, Cindy murmured, “Thanks again, Grandmother, for helping with our college tuition.”

“Yes, thanks,” her twin, Jason, chimed in. Both of them knew that one thanks would not be enough for the old lady.

“You’re good kids,” Celia murmured. “You’re very, very good to me.”

* * * *

Snow had started to fall again, but the moon was still dancing between the clouds, bringing an eeriness of a vintage pendik escort bayan black-and-white film into the bedroom, making everything monochrome but still discernible. Cindy watched the snowflakes fall, waiting in anticipation, naked on the bed, her fingers moving on her clit and in her vagina. Arching her back and moaning low. Waiting, waiting.

She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the click of door, but purposely didn’t look up, not being sure who . . . but then she did look. One figure moved over to a chair by the bed and folded into it. The other one approached the bed.

“Daddy?” Cindy murmured.

“Shhh, sugar, don’t speak.” His hands were on her ankle, pulling her down to the foot of the bed, slowly, gently, sensually.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered, grabbing the back of his head and holding his face into her muff as his lips and tongue went to work. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” Moaning, whimpered. “Oh Daddy, don’t make me wait.”

Laughing, Jerry moved over Cindy’s young, voluptuous body, pulling her up onto the center of the bed to where he was crouched over her trembling, prone figure, kissing her lips. She reached up and took his hard cock in her hands, stroking it. She turned her head to the side to see that Uncle Carl had his cock out as well and was stroking it. She wanted him too. Daddy still had a good body, but he wasn’t as muscular as the younger Carl. And his dick wasn’t as thick. And Daddy didn’t have a Prince Albert in the head of his cock. Cindy wanted Carl too.

But she also wanted Jerry. “Daddy, Daddy, don’t make me wait. Be good to me. Let me show our appreciation for sending us to college.”

Jerry lifted her and turned her onto all fours, mounted her hips, slowly entered her, and, to her sighs and groans, started to pump.

Jerry liked to change positions and holes often. He was on his back on the bed, with her on her back on top of him, his legs between hers, spreading hers, his arms embracing her torso, his hands covering her pert breasts and working her nipples, and his cock buried up her ass when she sensed movement in the room. She watched Carl rise from the chair, thick cock fully erect and drooping from the weight of the PA.

She moaned in anticipation as Carl drew nearer, disappearing below her parted legs. She tensed and started panting at the feeling of the hands on her thighs, the heavy breath at the core of her, the low laugh. Drawing in her breath, she groaned as the mouth clamped down on her V, a tongue separating and gliding into the folds of her labia, searching for finding, and flicking on her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, licking her lips, Jerry’s palms working her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, sucking harder. She writhed, sighing “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yessss, Uncle Carl” over and over again. “You’re so good to me, to us, Uncle Carl. Thank you for the college fund.”

The tongue glided down, flicking at her entrance. She felt her gates widening to the touch, knowing that Carl was a lot thicker than Jerry was. And there was that thick PA that always made her melt to him. The tongue coming back up, tonguing a ring around the clit. She begged for the sucking to recommence there, but she heard a low laugh and the mouth moved down again, sucking on her labia and flicking her entrance with the tongue, holding her close so that she couldn’t escape the onslaught . . . even if she’d wanted to.

The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. “Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie.”

Her entrance was being rimmed now by something other than a tongue—the cold metal of a thick PA. Circling, circling, and then pressing in. She inhaled deeply and tensed.

“Relax, relax,” Carl murmured. “You’ll have to relax to take it. You know that.”

She wanted it, so she forced herself to relax. He entered her cunt slowly, thickly, stretching her walls, causing her to groan and grunt at the effort of managing the invasion. All three of them held for a brief second, none of them taking a breath. And then Carl started to pump, forcing his cock deeper inside her with each slide. And Jerry started to pump inside her ass too.

With a deep moan, Cindy collapsed between them, like a rag doll—a very well serviced rag doll.

* * * *

The tongue rimming her. A soft laugh and a low voice. “Ring around the rosie; ring around the rosie.” Penetration. The tongue moving inside her and flicking. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the face into her muff. “Yes, yes, yesss. Deeper!” And deeper it was, the tongue penetrating, flicking at her undulating walls, moving in and out. And then out, her labia being sucked and nipped again. The tongue gliding higher . . . to the clit again . . . nipping, sucking, sucking harder.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”

“No, I forbid it,” the sharp command rang out. “We must come together.”

“I’ll try to . . . yes, yes. YES!”

Jason had come up on the bed on his knees, wrapped his arms around Cindy’s waist, and pulled her cunt onto his cock. Her torso streamed down onto the bed from his clutching arms, her weight resting on her shoulder blades, her arms flung out, fists grabbing up bunches of sheeting.

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Author’s note: If you just want to get to the masturbating, feel free to skip this. Then if you like the story, please do me a solid and come read this section. You’ll thank me later. THE MEANING OF THE BRACKETS: throughout my stories (except my first one, “Anytime Lisa,”) I’ll be putting brackets around certain phrases. Think of these phrases as links. I write excruciatingly slowly, but over time, I plan to post a story whose title corresponds to every bracketed phrase. Whatever the person who’s talking says that’s bracketed, you can go to that story to read more about what they just mentioned. Try looking up one of my other stories and you should get the idea. It’s sort of a Star Wars “continuous universe” kind of thing. Okay, thanks for indulging me. And just for the record, I love feedback and I’d love to chat.

Being a slut has its advantages.

I’ll bet you can imagine some on your own, but the one I have in mind right now is the fact that a slut is never without a ride. And before you go off half-cocked, I’m referring (at least this time) to transportation. You know, wheels. There’s not a bonafide, card-carrying slut on the face of the Earth who can’t scrounge up some sturdy axles when she needs them. As long as there’s a red-blooded man (or woman, for that matter) with transportation anywhere in a fifty-mile radius, a slut is never truly stranded.

It’s one of our powers. A nice ass, a soft mouth, judicious cleavage, a kinky disposition—these are the world’s only truly universal currencies. And even though I don’t have a dollar to my name at the moment, by those standards, I’m rich, bitch.

Which hopefully explains what I was doing standing on the side of the 101 freeway somewhere in the smack middle of California wearing a sports bra, a skirt short enough to blind, and a grin big enough to be spotted from the cab of a passing semi (or so I hoped). Believe it or not, that’s all I had with me—no clothes, no money, no shoes even. That’s a long story in and of itself. Suffice to say, [never eat out in Texas]. I know what you’re thinking: a young thing like me, barely big enough to notice, traveling alone without any protection? Call it my compulsion. I’m a rambler, and I’ve never been able to submit to the bonds of sensible precaution. I’m sure it’ll catch up with me sooner or later. Fuck it.

I’d been waiting for about twenty minutes, and I was pissed, and hot. I was hot because it’s fucking hot in California in June, and I was pissed for a few reasons, chiefly because I was about to be late to my baby brother Matt’s birthday party. I’d been trying to get home in time for the past few days, and humped and wiggled my way to within fifty miles, and now here it was, the morning of the party, and it was starting to look like I was on the only stretch of the 101 that was totally and utterly deserted. It was enough to bring a girl to tears, especially since I’d promised Matt I’d make it for his birthday, and that wasn’t a promise I was ready to break.

I love my baby brother Matt more than anyone in the world. And I swear, I felt that way before we started fucking. The night I finally begged him to stick his little tadger into me just kind of made things official. Since then (had it been a year already?), we’d only gotten to sneak off a few times to play, and every time, as I wiggled my tight pussy back against his thrusting hips, I had a rush of something I can’t quite describe. Call it love, call it taboo, call it the sheer dynamite joy of knowing you’re about to milk your own baby brother’s cum out of his quivering dick.

All I know is to this day, no one who’s spent time inside my ass has filled me up in quite the same way. And whenever I asked him, fell on my knees and begged him to plow my pussy or drill me anally, he always said the same thing: “[Anytime, Lisa].”

God, Matty in my ass. I had to cross my legs to keep the wetness from dripping down onto the pavement. I could only get down on my knees and pray that we’d get a chance to sneak off during the party.

I was considering that possibility, and waging an epic battle against the urge to reach a hand into my skirt and start diddling myself right there on the side of the road when a truck finally appeared on the horizon. Not an actual truck; not a semi, just a pickup. I like semis. The guys are usually friendly—most men love to think they’re saving a damsel in distress—and they know the deal. The transaction is clear and expected. For the duration of the trip, my ass is theirs.

But this was just a guy in a white F-150 with that new car sheen and, I saw as he pulled over, plastic novelty balls dangling from the tow hitch. I smirked as he leaned over to the passenger’s side window, doing his good-natured best not to stare at my tits. I love when they do that.

What he managed to see hovering above my well-cleft chest was a pale, expressive face embedded with two massive emerald eyes and topped by flame red hair. Freckles spilled down from my kinky hair like glowing embers sifting from a cloud of smoke above a campfire. tuzla escort I cocked my pert, voluptuous lips in a friendly grin.

“Are you all right?”

The guy looked mid-thirties, little well-trimmed beard, baseball cap. You know, friendly, commuter type. I like nice people. I can always identify them right away; it’s another one of our powers.

“Well, that depends,” I drawled, stepping right up to the truck and leaning in, resting my ample cleavage on the window sill. No small feat, either; I had to go tip-toe. “Any chance I can get a ride into Thousand Oaks?”

He paused to consider…purely a formality. The door lock snapped open with a click and I yelped, pretending to be surprised. This guy was lucky; thinking about Matty had gotten me in the mood for a full show.

I hopped up into the leather seat, sliding my pert little butt across towards him, feeling my juice soak through to the cushion already and not caring in the least.

“Oh wow, what happened to your shoes?”

“Long story,” I smiled. “Let’s just say you’re a real life saver.”

“Wow,” he said again, “well, glad to help.” I could tell he wasn’t going to press me further. This guy was about as nice as they came. I mentally revised my game plan while he shifted back into gear and pulled onto the freeway. When you’re dealing with a square—a norm, a hetero, an L7, whatever—you’ve got to keep their fragile sensibilities in mind.

“I’m Lisa,” I said.

“Rick.”

“Rick. Like Richard?”

“Sure.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dick.”

Okay, so it was an old line, but it got a laugh out of him anyway. He fidgeted a bit, keeping his eyes locked on the road just a little too much, drumming his fingers in time to the quiet country music wafting out of the tape deck.

“Thanks so much for stopping. I was getting pretty worried.”

“I can imagine,” he said, “girl like you, out there. Are you traveling alone?”

“Yup,” I grinned, “just me and the clothes on my back. What little are left.”

“Right,” he chuckled again, risking a glance. I angled my shoulders towards him and gave him my best, wide-eyed, pearly-toothed innocent flower waiting to be plucked look.

“You know,” he stammered, “it can be dangerous—”

Now I laughed, “Uh oh. You sound like my Dad.”

He didn’t like that. But I find men are always so much more accommodating when they’re a little wounded.

“Sorry,” he blurted, “you’re right, it’s none of my business.” How fucking cute is that? The way he backpedaled reminded me so much of Matt, I could feel my butthole twitch on the seat. I had to act soon, I thought, or this guy was going to notice the puddle forming on his naughahyde and think my water broke. We had a full forty minutes before we hit town; plenty of time.

It’s funny, even though I’ve been doing this (and by “this” I mean anything that moves) for a long time, I still get a little flutter in my stomach when I try and snare a guy. The important thing is to coax them, not push them; to let their natural tendencies take effect. After all, by that point in the conversation, I could be sure Rick had imagined fucking me every which way possible. I just had to clue him in that it was actually going to happen.

“Nothing like a truck with big balls,” I heard myself say. I wasn’t even sure where I was going with it

“Huh, yeah. Those were a gag gift from a buddy.”

“They’re huge,” I said. “I saw those things coming from a mile away.”

He started to flush, Rick did. Fucking adorable. My pussy throbbed once in appreciation. “Tell you the truth,” he said, “I keep meaning to take them off there. Just forgot. They must not be that big, or you’d think I’d notice them.”

“Not that big?” I asked, incredulous. “Are yours that big? Honest.” So this is where I’m going with this, I thought.

“Uh—”

He thought about that one. While he was thinking, I was already planning what kind of ringer I wanted to put this guy through.

“Yeah,” he said, finally, “sure, yeah, about the same.”

“No,” I said, covering my smile demurely, “I don’t believe it. Really?”

“Sure,” he laughed, “yeah!”

Fuck, this was bad. I could feel it starting to take hold; the dark side of me, the Wicked with a capital W side. More than just horny, something bigger started filling me up. An urge was taking hold that I don’t quite have a name for yet. Before I gave into it completely, I took a delicious moment to teeter on the precipice, a scanty second to pity poor old Rick. After all, the poor sap had no idea what he’d just got himself into.

Then I’m off.

“Prove it.” I’m so horny I actually lick my lips. Rick kind of squints, his brain trying to process this turn of events.

“I’m sorry?”

“Prove it. Let’s see ’em. I’m the kind of girl who’ll believe it when she sees it.”

I take a look between his legs, where a tell-tale bulge is beginning to form even as he’s pretending to laugh. “I…what?”

I’ve got his full attention now. He even takes his right hand off tuzla escort bayan the wheel and lays it on his leg, to hide his growing erection. I gingerly take his hand in both of mine and pull it away.

“Don’t try to hide now. You made a claim, now I want proof.”

He seems to drop the pretense, smirks at me like I’ve got some nerve, which I guess I do. “Jeez, lady. I mean, fuck.”

“Oh!” I shout jovially, “So you’re not Mormon! That’s a relief.”

“Are you serious?”

Turning my torso towards him, I slide my right hand from his right knee up his inner thigh and grab the top of his zipper, palming his groin, all in one movement. I can feel him reflexively inch back against the seat, but his bulge grows to meet my hand.

As I pull the zipper down with a satisfying noise, I slide my left hand behind his back and down into the back of his pants, pulling my knees up onto the seat until I’m on all fours facing him. My tiny skirt rides up to show my ass and pussy to the passenger’s side window. I glance up to see him ogling the dim reflection, and his dick stiffens one more notch.

Fishing into his jeans and then his boxers, my fingers close around the heat of his hard cock, but only for a moment. I push it up and out of the way and tug gently at his balls until they finally emerge.

“I guess they’re big,” I say, leaning closer to inspect. “I still don’t think they match your truck.”

“Well,” he says, “they can get bigger, you know.” His voice has totally changed now. It’s husky, low. I feel like I’m getting to know the Real Rick.

“Oh yeah?” I squeeze playfully.

“Sure, with the right encouragement.”

“Oh I see,” I smile, “well, I wouldn’t want to lose the bet on that account.”

Without hesitating, I toss my hair and drop my face down into his crotch, sucking his balls into my mouth and gently popping them back out.

“Oh, God,” he groans, and I run my flat, full tongue up the underside of his balls, licking him again and again eagerly.

When I try to take both of them into my mouth again, I have to jam my face hard into his groin. My nose pushes up against his dick, which is straining vertically at his waistband. I’d lucked out, I think. It’s so big it’s almost peeking out the top of his pants.

I stare at it as I massage his balls with my mouth, pulsing my lips and tongue and humming lightly. My tongue escapes the confines of my mouth and explores down his ass crack, lightly salty.

Popping the button on his jeans, I fish in again and cling to his thick cock, like a warm, soft Maglite. I let his balls slurp out of my mouth as the dick navigates past the opening in his boxers and springs free, bouncing against my lips.

Rick hasn’t made much noise, but he gasps or kind of grunts when his cock pops out. I take it as a good sign. Putting both hands around his dick, I point it gently towards my open mouth, opening my throat as much as I can.

“So,” I ask, “you married?”

Then I bring my mouth down, not just onto his head, but down as deep as I can go. The tip of his dick slips past my parting lips, slides across my tongue, nestles against the very back of my mouth, then pushes through—I almost gag, but hold it in—down into my throat. I involuntarily start to swallow again and again, causing my throat to ripple down his length. This all in the time it takes him to register the shocked expression that is now transitioning into one of extreme pleasure fighting with deep embarrassment and a little anger.

I can’t even tell if he’s saying “uh” or “ooh” as I continue to rub my nose against his inner thigh. Maybe a little of both.

“I—I’m sorry?” he stammers out. I finally pull my head up to take a breath, and his penis withdraws from my throat like an exodus. I can feel the empty space. Long strands of spit stretch from my lips to the very base of his dick.

I turn my head left to look up at him, simultaneously wiggling my butt in the window in a way he doesn’t fail to appreciate. Green eyes aglow, spit still drooling off my smiling lips.

“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “I’ll still swallow.”

Then both my hands are around his slippery cock, turning it gently but firmly in opposite directions. I pop the slick head of his penis into my mouth and kiss it out a few times.

He risks resting his right hand gently on the back of my neck, and I respond with a shiver of appreciation to encourage him. My tongue is tenderly probing and caressing his head while I knead the length of his cock with both hands.

I start sucking on about two inches of him, actually sucking now, my cheeks pulling in as I imagine sucking the sweet cum out of his balls and into my mouth like a straw. My tongue whorls around in my mouth and my hands pump furiously. Rick starts to grind his ass into the seat and gently rocking his hips, fucking my mouth.

I let his soft humping slowly push the head of his dick back again, and my head drops down, centimeter by centimeter, until once again the steel rod of his dick eases itself irresistibly down escort tuzla my opening throat, filling my whole mouth and gagging me. I don’t choke, this time, but he softly exerts pressure on the back of my head with his hand, keeping my lips wrapped around the fat base of his cock and not letting me up. Good boy.

I continue to choke and gasp, and Rick continues to hold me firmly in place, in fact grinding his dick up further inside of my mouth, moving himself inside the sheath of my throat. As I gag, I can feel his stiffness sliding back and forth deep inside.

I can barely move my lips enough to make recognizable sounds, but between gags I manage “Fuck my throat. Fuck my throat.” Although it probably sounds like “‘Uk I ‘oat. ‘Uk I ‘oat.”

Finally I can’t take any more, and I push my head up. Rick lets go, allowing my head to yank off his dick in a splutter and cough. I gasp once, twice, begin to catch my breath. Still gasping, I ask “Any kids?”

This time his expression is clear. Anger.

“What?!”

“Huh?” I look up at him as if I didn’t hear him. “What?”

“What did you say?” He looks at me as if he thinks he may have misheard.

“I was just making conversation.”

A momentary silence. Rick’s eyes dart back to the road once or twice, but otherwise I have his undivided attention.

“Baby, you’re pulling my hair.”

Without thinking, Rick has clenched the hand that was resting on my head into a fist, tightly pulling at it. He looks at his hand, but doesn’t release. I wince, not because it really hurts, more for showmanship.

Showmanship is more than just a slut power; it’s an art form. This is the only point at which Rick will even consider stopping the truck and kicking me out. If he doesn’t, he’s lost the game. Then he’s mine. I know this, and I want all the sympathy I can get.

Rick hesitates for another second. “I—”

He looks back up at the road and jerks the car to the right a little, as if he had drifted towards the median. I use the jolt as an excuse to hop my right hand from his leg to his penis, and begin jacking him off with short, quick, tight jerks right below the head, enveloping the end of his dick in wet warmth.

Another pause. “Sorry.” He completely unclenches, floating his hand down between my shoulder blades, where it comes to unsteady rest.

“So are we going to do this or what?” I grin up at him.

He flashes a smile at me and looks back through the windshield, leaning back and stretching his right arm out across my back to rest on my lower back right above the smooth slope of my raised butt. By leaning back he juts his dick out as far as possible. It intrudes into the space like an obelisk, seeming at least an inch longer. The base seems wider than ever. I use my lips to massage his balls, pressing my long middle finger into the flesh below them.

“Have at it,” he says. Just before I put my lips to his dick and start kissing it like I’d kiss my child, I plead “finger me.”

I lick up and down his length, and rub his huge dick on my wet cheeks and over my silky lips, worshipping it like Mecca. Such a prayerful pose puts my backside just within Rick’s reach. His hand does small circles over my pink ass cheeks, gauging their size and tight, perfect-circle roundness. He squeezes, feeling my plump butt open slightly, letting out a wave of heat as a glistening slice of my pussy is revealed, sandwiched between two fat, smooth lips.

As his cock disappears into my mouth and distends my cheek I mumble “finger fuck me, finger fuck me.” He only hears “Eeger ‘uk ‘e,” of course, but he gets the idea.

He hummmmms when the already soaked tip of his index finger gets enveloped by my hot lips and finds the tight hole. He says “aah,” as he pushes it in. We say “ooh” together as he gets his finger all the way inside and crooks it, causing me to pull his cockhead out of my mouth with a pressurized *pop* and squeal in delight. My pussy sucks at his finger, pulling on it like a vacuum cleaner as he tries to gently pull it out again.

Keggels: slut power number 482.

Then he finally does get his finger pumping, slowly, like the pistons on a train leaving the station, then faster. I start letting out low, breathy growls, “huh, huh, huh” and go down for more of his lovely dick. I suck it into my mouth and slurp it out each time he drives his finger in. “Huhn,” suck, *pop,* “huhn,” suck *pop,* we start moving together, a hot, sweating machine. “Ohhhhhhhh, yessssss!” I shout, two loud reports in the silent cab.

I dimly realize the tape in the tape deck has ended. Now the only sounds are the ones Rick and I are making and the occasional thud thud as Rick’s tires hit the median dots and he has to correct course.

When he jams his middle finger in, I can’t take it any more, I sit up abruptly, bushy red hair brushing against the cab ceiling as I toss it back and scream. “OoooooOOOOHHH!” A screech that ends in giggles that slowly drop into a low register and somehow become a satisfied hum. My pussy has clamped onto the twisted vines of his fingers like they were growing out of me; I squeeze like I’m trying to break them, and they are projected forcefully against my G-spot as I hump up and down, bringing them in and out of me.

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He had watched her from the office across the street. He knew her schedule like clockwork. 7:45 in the morning, Mari would arrive and park in the staff parking lot. She couldn’t see Rick behind the mirrored windows as he watched her with binoculars. Mari always wore short dresses and Rick loved to see her slipping out of her car in the mornings. He loved to watch her dress pulling tightly against her thighs and riding up to only what he could imagine would be a nice panty shot if he were on the opposite side. In fact, from Mari’s vantage point, she didn’t think anyone could see her well and on occasion she would fix her stockings or bend over to pick up something she had dropped. Yes, she certainly gave Rick something to look forward to in the mornings.

Rick read the want ads daily. He had been hoping there would be an opening at the company Mari worked for. He would take any kind of job just to be near her. The closest he had ever been was 45 feet when one day he walked outside at the same time Mari was leaving for lunch. He didn’t need binoculars that day to see her breast bouncing as she quickly walked to her car. He knew there was no way that she could have been wearing a bra and he wondered to himself if she wore anything else under her silky summer dress. If only a breeze would have come along as she sank down into her car, if only.

Rick knew that if he worked at the same place as Mari that he could discover where she liked to hang out at on the weekends, where she went to buy groceries, where she went to buy panties. He could imagine accidentally bumping into Mari, apologizing profusely and then inviting her to have a cup of coffee, or a coke, or dinner, or … He knew the possibilities would be endless.

One day it happened. Mari’s company had acquired a new contract and they had an opening for a new marketing assistant. Rick applied and was interviewed. He counted the hours and the days after his interview. He hardly slept. He imagined Mari and how he would make her want him. He imagined kissing Mari, pulling her into his office. Rick thought he had died and gone to heaven bursa escort when the marketing director called him back and offered him the job.

Rick was so nervous on his first day. He spent hours deciding which tie, which pair of slacks, which boxer shorts. He timed his arrival just a few minutes before Mari’s so that he could be walking near her car when she arrived. And, like clockwork, Mari arrived at 7:45. Rick was in for a treat. For once, he was at a vantage point to see Mari from a different angle when she slipped out of her car. His heart began to beat heavily as she opened her car door. She slipped her left leg out and then turned her body with her right leg starting to follow but suddenly stopping. She had forgotten to grab her purse. So, with one leg out she twisted back to fetch her purse, totally exposing what Rick had been fantasizing about for months. Mari exposed a freshly shaven pussy. Rick’s cock throbbed in excitement. He couldn’t contain himself and before he could stop he called to Mari, “Miss….”

Mari looked up, startled and seeing Rick looking at her she froze in her display. He was so cute, “who was he?” She thought to herself. Then realizing the position she was in, she gasped, but instead of putting her legs together, she only put her hand down in front of her nakedness. “Hi,” Mari said sheepishly, “My name is Mari.” Mari didn’t move as Rick walked up closer, nor did she remove her hand or put her legs together. Rick’s hardness could not be hidden.

“I’m Rick,” Rick said while looking down at Mari. “I’m new here. I wonder if you’d like to show me where the front door is?”

Mari giggled and grabbing the door handle, pulled her self up. She turned away from Rick and leaned against her car. Her dress was so short that by parting her legs, Mari caused the dress to ride up to show her butt cheeks. Mari peeked back at Rick, winked at him and said, “Honey, let me show you the back door first.”

Rick pressed up against her. He couldn’t help it. He was standing in the staff parking lot and knew that other staff members would be arriving shortly. bursa escort bayan “Mari,” he gasped, “What are you doing?” Mari rubbed her hard ass into Rick’s crotch.

“You don’t know?” Mari giggled.

“We can’t do this here,” Rick said. “We’ll get fired.”

Mari giggled and grabbed Rick’s hand, “Follow me then, Ricky.”

Mari pulled Rick into the foyer of the company building. His dick was hard and straining against his slacks. He knew everyone was looking at him. Mari pulled Rick into the elevator and pressed the top floor. The button said “Executive Suite.” “Mari,” Rick gasped as the elevator doors shut and Mari dropped to her knees in front of him. Mari savagely unzipped Rick’s fly and pulled out his stiff cock. He closed his eyes, waiting to feel her warm lips envelope his prick. Instead, the elevator door opened and Mari was pulling Rick out of the elevator by his dick. “Oh God,” Rick thought, “I know I’m gonna lose my job but this is worth it.”

Mari pulled Rick into a large meeting room. Rick looked around and was shocked to see an older gentleman sitting at the head of the table in a leather armchair. “Hi Daddy,” Mari said, letting go of Rick’s dick and skipping up to the older man. “Hi Baby girl,” the man said as he pulled Mari down to sit on his lap. “Daddy, look what I found in the parking lot, can I play with him? Would you like to play with us too?” Mari asked. Mari’s father winked and nodded at Mari as she hopped off of his lap.

The older man stood up and quickly slipped out of his clothes. Mari slipped quickly out of her dress and said, “Daddy, I want you to meet Rick, Rick I want you to meet Daddy. Daddy is the CEO of our company.”

The older man walked over and shook hands with a very astonished Rick. “Son, you can call me Daddy too,” he said as he let go of Rick’s hand and grabbed Rick’s still-hard dick. “Nice Cock, son.”

“God,” thought Rick, “what kind of wet dream did I wake up in.”? Rick, unsure of what to do, reached out and grabbed Mari’s dad’s cock and gave it a friendly yank.

The older man slipped on escort bursa an engineer’s cap and shouted, “All aboard the choo-choo train.” The older man laid down, face up and stiff dick up. Mary giggled and sat her wet pussy right down on her daddy’s face.

Mari wiggled and wiggled her wet pussy onto her daddy’s lips, “Open wide daddy. Come on Daddy, give me your tongue-tongue.” But Mari’s father kept his lips tight. Mari began to pout, “Daddy, I want to feel your tongue-tongue now.” Mari’s dad pushed her off of his face and stood up.

“Son, we’ve got to teach little sister here a lesson.” Mari’s father walked over to his armchair and ordered Rick to bring Mari. “Push her head down on my cock, son. Hold her by the ears and make her lips do the right thing.” Mari’s fathered ordered. Rick obeyed and holding Mari by her ears, he raised her head up and down so that Mari gave the old man a fine blow job.

When Mari’s dad came, he made a sound like a train, “Wooooo-Woooooooo.” He then jumped up, put the conductor’s cap back on and shouted, “All aboard. Mari hopped up onto her daddy’s lap and onto his cock. She rapidly slipped up and down, up and down. “Son, son?” Called the older man, “you get to ride the caboose.” Mari wiggled her ass at Rick, while still pumping daddy.

“Come on Ricky, come on stud, come on and stuff me,” Mari shouted. Rick didn’t hesitate; he climbed on aboard, slipping his hard and pulsating cock into Mari’s anal caboose. Mari wildly pumped both daddy and Rick. Rick hung onto Mari’s hips. Her father hung onto Mari’s bouncing tits. Rick continued ramming his cock against Mari’s wild ass though the friction drove him insane.

Rick let go of Mari’s hips and reaching up, he grabbed her shoulder. Rick pushed Mari down deeper onto her father while he buried his cock deeper into her ass.

Rick could feel Mari’s anal lips going into intense spasms each time he withdrew his cock and he could feel her anal lips pucker as he slipped his throbbing cock back into her. The anal pucker was more than the swollen head of his cock could take and he shot hot cum deep inside of Mari. Mari squealed and picked up speed, causing her father to ejaculate at the same time.

As Rick lay on top of Mari, and her father he wondered to himself if maybe he might have a bit more clout with the CEO than most.

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This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older.

As the story makes references to plot and character elements from earlier chapters, reading the story from the beginning is recommended.

***** MONDAY EVENING *****

*** The Cramped Ride Home ***

Miori confirmed that Eva would be out shortly, so Peter sneaked out of the locker room with his niece to wait in the car. Peering around corners like an escaping convict, he was keen on not being seen leaving the girls’ change room, and he certainly didn’t want to run into the dean, especially since he had told her that he had an appointment. The hallway was clear when they left, as so was the building exit.

“Aren’t Eva’s friends great?” Miori said as they threaded their way through the parking lot.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize she had such close friends here.” He swivelled his head around, still paranoid about running into the dean. “Maybe it’s not a good idea for her to live with us.”

“Why do you say that?”

Unlocking the car door, he said, “Because we will be keeping her from spending time with them.”

“No we won’t, Uncle Pete,” Miori said as Eva came up behind them.

“Didn’t you talk to him?” Eva said, grabbing the keys out of his hand. “You said you were going to ask him for me.” He watched as Hannah, Natisha, and Gigi, all in their school uniforms, filed in behind her, circling the car with duffel bags and wheeled suitcases.

“Can you open the trunk?” Gigi asked.

“There aren’t enough seats,” Natisha said, peering in a window as Miori and Gigi loaded the trunk. “We’re going to have to squeeze in.”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I can drive,” Hannah offered, taking the keys from Eva, “and then someone can sit on Mr. Summers’ lap in the back.”

“Ooo, me, me. I’ll do it,” Gigi said, winking at him. “I’m the smallest.”

“Hang on,” he exclaimed, open-mouthed, as the girls started getting in the car.

“Oh look,” Gigi said, waving up at the administration building. “It’s Dean Payne.”

Snapping his head up to her window on the second floor, he swallowed as he saw the dean scowling back at them. Shit.

“I think I should drive,” he said, but Eva pulled him into the backseat, hugging his arm, and Gigi plopped onto his lap, hugging his neck.

In the front, Miori explained the directions to Hannah. “I know where that is,” she said, pulling out of the lot.

“How’s my gum,” Gigi asked Peter as Natisha, sitting beside him, played with the hair on the back of his head.

“I … uh … I might have thrown it out.”

“I gave that to you.” Gigi popped another stick in her mouth. “I’ll have to replace it.”

“What’s with all the luggage?” he asked, although he was afraid he knew the answer.

“They’re going to live with us, Peter,” Eva said, kissing him on the cheek as she snuggled into his side. “Miori said it would be okay.”

“Did she?” he said as Miori peered over the seat with a big grin.

“We really appreciate it,” Natisha said, leaning over to kiss him on the mouth. Her lips were amazingly full and soft. “You don’t know how boring it is living at the school.” With her face only inches from his, he looked into her soft eyes, which crinkled into a smile when she saw him staring.

“It is so-o-o boring,” Hannah said, confidently making turns with the car.

“Did you know that Uncle Pete and Eva are married?” Miori said.

“What?” Gigi yelped

“Miori!” Eva cried. “We are not married.”

“No, not really,” Miori said, “but they spend all their time having sex like they were married.”

“Miori,” Eva cried. “We do not.”

“You mean Mr. Summers is a freak?” Natisha squeezed the back of his head.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Miori said. “He won’t leave either of us alone.”

“Mmm, I’m going to enjoy this,” Gigi said, squirming on his lap. “I hope you’re not taking advantage of my girl Eva.” She flashed a devilish grin.

“Miori has a habit of exaggerating,” he said.

“You saw how I defended my girl,” Gigi said to him. “I can mess you up too.” Planting her lips on his mouth, she kissed him roughly.

“What do you mean ‘defend me’?” Eva asked. “What happened in the locker room?”

“Nothing, baby girl,” Gigi said, giving her a sensual kiss. “I just got your back.” Then turning back to him, she added, “Besides, I already know how to control this one.”

She reached into his jeans to play with his cock and ended up grabbing his cock sleeve. “Don’t,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hands away. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”

As he wrestled with Gigi, he said to Miori. “Where the hell is everyone going to sleep? There’s not enough space.”

“Uncle Pete, you’re always forcing us to sleep with you, so I thought they could share the other bed.”

“Oh my goodness,” Hannah bursa escort said. “Is there a lock on our door?”

“He is a freak,” Natisha exclaimed.

“He is.” Gigi pulled his cock sleeve out. “Look at this creepy thing.”

“I saw that in the locker room. What kind of freak wears that?” Natisha said, taking it in her hand. “Maybe it’s so he can whip it out. You might have to protect me before we get home.” Squeezing her hand, she rubbed his skin through the material as she stroked him. He stiffened.

“No problem.” Gigi kissed him repeatedly and then settled in on his lap to keep doing it.

Cuddling his arm, Eva kissed his cheek. “Poor Peter. They’re terrorizing you.”

Natisha was definitely athletic. Despite her arm being at a bad angle, she stroked him firmly and rapidly without letting up. He was being quickly aroused. He wanted to complain, but Gigi kept his mouth covered. Pushing her tongue in, she slipped the gum into his mouth and then sucked it back out.

“Your boyfriend is going to perv out all your friends,” Miori said, watching the action intently.

When he got close, he called out, but it ended up being a murmur in Gigi’s mouth. Seeing his hips beginning to buck, Natisha grabbed his face, stealing him away from Gigi. Kissing him firmly, she sped up her stroking.

He came hard, spurting into his cock sleeve. Cum oozed through the material, seeping out the tip and soaking down the shaft.

Watching Natisha, Gigi smiled, her eyes twinkling. Then she gave Natisha a big kiss before licking the cum off her hand.

“Thanks for the gum,” Natisha said, sticking her tongue out with the wad of gum from Gigi’s kiss on the end of it.

Pulling a towel out of her gym bag, Eva began to wipe up his mess. “Off,” she said to Gigi, forcing her to change places with Eva, who kneeled between his legs to finish cleaning him up.

“You see,” Miori said. “Freak.”

“Yeah, but I kind of like his freakitude,” Natisha said.

As Hannah pulled up to the apartment, Natisha gave him a long kiss on the mouth, which she ended with an elaborate smacking sound. “Thanks,” he said, spitting into his hand the gum she had just slipped him.

After zipping him up, Eva helped him get out of the car. The girls retrieved their luggage from the trunk and then head off for the apartment. Before he closed the trunk lid, Hannah confronted him, her face soft and compassionate.

“You look upset,” she said, hugging him. “All the girls embrace your essence and feel your aura.”

“Okay,” he said as she grabbed her bag and caught up with her friends.

“She’s studying to be a naturalistic therapist,” Eva said, cuddling into his side. Then the two of them, arms around each other’s waist, followed along.

Seeing the line of girls with all their luggage entering the apartment lobby, he was suddenly struck with how bad an idea this venture was.

*** The Bonding Exercise ***

The apartment was a beehive. The newest residents were toting their bags into the girls’ room, while Miori and Eva carried bags out of the room over to his. Even though music got cranked up, the girls’ voices drowned it out. The commotion confirmed for him that the apartment was going to be too small for all of them.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Eva said, ushering him into the bathroom. As she turned on the water in the sink and pulling down his jeans, he beckoned Miori to discuss the problem of the new living arrangements.

When Miori entered, she said, “Oh, let me get the others. They need to learn how to do this.”

“Miori, stop,” he said, shutting the door.

“All right, you two, do you see how crowded it is out there?” he said as Eva applied soap to his groin, smoothing it over his cock and balls. “Do you hear how noisy it is?” Eva squeezed his balls, massaging them. “Everyone is bumping into each other.” Eva slid her hand up and down his shaft.

“Eva, you’re going to have to stop that,” he said, grabbing her hands.

“You’ll get used to it, Uncle Pete,” Miori said. “Here, let me help.” Four hands were now grabbing, pulling, sliding, and soaping his cock.

“No, no,” he said. “Stop it.” He began to get stiff. Holding his shaft, Eva rubbed his cockhead in circles with her palm, while Miori played with his balls.

“Enough,” he said, pulling their hands away and rinsing himself off. As Eva towelled him off, he said, “One night, then they go back.”

“But Peter,” Eva whimpered.

“Don’t worry, Eva,” Miori said, winking, “After tonight, he’ll beg us to let them stay.”

Putting the towel back, Eva caressed his semi-hard cock. “Do you want me to get you some clean underpants?” Her stroking was slow and tender.

“I’ll get them,” Miori said, opening the door.

“No you don’t. You’ll get my thong.” He called out, “Hannah.”

“Hey,” Eva said.

“Woo-oo-oo, a new girlfriend,” Miori cooed.

“No, she’s just someone I can trust,” he said as Hannah entered. Her eyes opened wide when she saw Eva gently bursa escort bayan rubbing his partially firm erection. “Can you get me a pair of track pants from my bedroom?”

“Sure thing,” she said, hustling away.

Then Gigi came around the corner. “What going on in here?” she said. “Nice! Teesh, come see this.”

“Mmm,” Natisha said as she poked her head in. “Freaky Mr. Summers.”

“Freaky Petey.” Miori giggled as Hannah squeezed through the crowd to deliver his pants.

“Everyone out,” he said, shooing the girls back into the living room, but Hannah stayed behind.

Rotating her hand in the air in small circles, she moved her hand down his front from head to waist. Then she hugged him, pressing the side of her face against his. They stood like that for a while as he listened to her breathe. His cock poking into her school skirt, he felt weird just embracing her like that.

“What are we doing?” he asked.

“Letting my aura soothe you,” she said into his ear. “You still seem upset about everyone being here. Why don’t we re-establish our harmony? I know an exercise we can do to synchronize all of our energies.”

He wanted to laugh, but at least she was trying. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s go do your thing,” he said to her before she zipped out, allowing him to put on his pants.

Walking out, he found Hannah standing naked in the living room, unfolding the throw from the back of the couch. Her long hair reached down her long body and swept back and forth across the small of her back drawing his eyes down to her cute little bum and long legs.

As he approached, the girls scrambled out of their room, naked as well, giggling and shoving each other as they formed around him. Eva cuddled into his side, and Miori looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“For us to live here together in peace and love, we need to share each other’s auras and synchronize our vital energies,” Hannah said. “So we are going to do an exercise called ‘entwining’ that will fuse together three of our chakras with Mr. Summers and bind all of our spirits together.”

Miori pinched his ass cheek, causing him to flinch.

“The sacral chakra,” Hannah said, placing a hand just above her pussy. “Connecting here will allow us to share our feeling of well-being and our pleasure with each other’s company.”

“Yeah,” Gigi said, clapping. “That’s where I get my pleasure.” Natisha bear-hugged her from behind to silence her, causing Gigi to look up at her with a smile. Then Gigi wrestled Natisha’s hands down to her pussy, trying to get her to finger her.

“The heart chakra,” Hannah said, moving her hand to her chest. “Connecting here will allow us to share our inner peace and our love for each other.”

Eva caressed his butt with her hand, petting it.

“And the throat chakra,” Hannah said, clasping her throat. “Connecting here will commit us to communicating with each other our truth and feelings.”

“Uncle Pete,” Miori said, “We’re going to play truth or dare.”

Hannah asked Eva to get him to lie down on the couch. As he reclined, Eva pulled his track pants off, and then Hannah laid on top of him, her little tits poking into his chest and her smooth skin pressing down along his body.

“Yeah, baby,” Gigi said. “Entwine that freak.”

“Let’s do two minutes each,” she said as she got Miori to pull the cover over their bodies and over their heads.

“Don’t get pervy under there, Uncle Pete,” Miori said, giggling.

Hannah cuddled on top of him, her lanky body stretching all along his. “Do you feel my energies?” she said, her lips almost touching his.

“Sure,” he said as she slipped her hand between their bodies, sliding it down to his groin.

“This is your sacral chakra,” she said, running her hand along his cock before saying, “Oops,” and then slipping her hand underneath it onto his stomach. “Do you feel that? Your energy where my hand is?”

“I feel something.” His attention focused on his cock’s upperside rubbing on her hand and its underside on her abdomen. He stiffened.

“How about this?” she said, scooching down to kiss his lower abdomen. As his erection rubbed across her cheek, she moved it aside with her hand, unintentionally pulling along it. “Do you feel your energy here, now?”

“Yeah. I feel that.”

“Mmm, there we go,” she said, sliding up to his chest, where she kissed him while still holding his erection. “This is your heart chakra.”

“Got it,” he said, enjoying her lips on his chest and thrusting lightly into her hand, hoping that she would start stroking him.

Then she slid up to his neck. “This is your throat chakra,” she said, kissing his tender skin, sending shivers down his body. Below, he pumped his erection slowly into her grip. He moaned.

She seemed to get lost kissing him—nibbling and licking, sucking and smooching. His neck tingled, and his cock strained in her grip.

Eva pulled the cover down. “That’s two minutes,” she declared. “Hey, are you bonding or making out?”

Jumping escort bursa up, Hannah hugged Eva. “Don’t be mad,” she said. He got a thrill out of watching their little breasts and delicate pussies press into each other.

With his erection stretching into the air, Gigi cried, “I’m next,” pouncing on him and throwing the cover over their heads.

“Hey, Hannah,” Gigi said, grabbing his erection, “I think you screwed up his chakra chakra.”

“Sacral chakra,” Hannah said.

“Whatever,” Gigi said, jerking him, “I may need to be here for a while to fix it.”

“Are you taking this seriously?” Hannah said.

“What do you think, Mr. S.?” Gigi bore down on his cock, gripping his firmly as she stroked. “Am I doing this seriously enough?” When he groaned, he could hear Miori laugh.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Not so hard.”

“Don’t. Not so hard,” she mimicked his begging as she sped up her jerking. “If you don’t last, we can do it again.”

“Oh god,” he said, clenching to keep from cumming.

“Time,” Eva said in an annoyed tone.

Giving him a big pout, Gigi threw off the throw and bounded off the couch. “I don’t think that was two minutes,” she said, pointing at him. “You owe me.”

Bear-hugging Eva around the waist, Gigi lifted and spun her around, causing Eva to shriek. “Your boyfriend is fun,” Gigi said, giving her a kiss on the mouth and then letting her down. “But he’s a freak.”

Natisha laid down beside him and slithered over his body. Her skin was super soft, but as he slid his hands down her body, he could feel how toned her muscles were.

Someone pulled the throw over them. “Well let’s start bumping our chakras,” Natisha said, kissing him fully on the mouth.

He loved how good a kisser she was. Her soft mouth pursed around his lips, playing with them, sliding over them, sucking on them, while her pubis ground into his erection.

“Are you linking your chakras?” Hannah inquired.

“Hmm-mmm,” Natisha murmured into his mouth. Her agile hips wiggled around, rubbing against his erection and pushing it to pop up between her thighs. Then she angled her pussy to capture his tip. Without stopping her kissing, she slid her pussy down his shaft. He moaned into her mouth.

Settling inside her pussy, he felt her warm, wet pussy wall hug his cock. Then suddenly her pussy clenched around him. She had amazing muscle control. Slowly, she bucked her hips, her pussy sliding from cockhead to base over and over.

He had never felt anything like it. It was so overwhelming that he just released without warning, cumming in her in thick spurts. His whole body went limp.

“You feel my peace and love, baby?” she said softly to him.

“Oh my god, yes,” he whispered, his head swimming.

Smiling, she gave him one last kiss and then threw the cover off. “This guy’s chakras are all synched up,” she said, getting off him, her breasts and ass bouncing as she stood.

Miori hurried to curl up beside him, covering them with the throw in a single pull. Leaning beside him on her elbow, she grinned at him.

“Can I play with your chakras?” she said, reaching down for his cock. Finding it limp and slimy, she flipped it around and then brought her hand to her face to smell her fingers.

“Did you cum?” she said to him in a whispery shout.

“Yeah.”

Slapping his chest, she rolled on top of him, playfully pressing her face close to his and glaring at him. “You’re such a perv,” she said. Then she laid her head down beside his, as if they were going to sleep.

“Are you linking to his chakras?” Hannah asked.

“I’m still trying to find them,” she said. “I think Natisha took them.”

He thought he heard a knock at the door. “What was that?” one of the girls said.

“You owe me some alone time,” Miori said.

“I always seem to owe you that.”

There was a commotion in the room.

“I’m serious,” Miori said. “Tonight, I get you to myself.”

“Are you going to come out of there, Mr. Summers?” The voice of Dean Payne shot down his spine like a jolt of electricity.

*** The Unexpected Visit ***

Suddenly, the throw was pulled off. Ginger looked down on them impassively. In the middle of the room, the dean glowered at them as she unbuttoned her black trench coat. On either side of her, the naked girls fidgeted nervously, although Gigi seemed ready to blow.

“Just as I thought,” the dean said, throwing her coat to Ginger. “A sick little den of perversion.”

Under her coat, the dean was wearing a serious, black leather outfit—elbow-length gloves, a close-fitting vest with no blouse, a tight mini-skirt, black stockings, and knee-length boots. She even had a riding crop, which she was tapping against the side of her leg. Obviously, she hadn’t just dropped by for a casual visit.

He sat up, and Eva threw herself onto his lap as if to protect him. With a sigh, the dean said, “Miss Skygghetsen, Miss Tanaka, stand up. Don’t make things worse for yourselves. We have a lot to get through tonight.”

“It’s okay,” he assured them, prompting them to join the others. Then he stood up, holding the throw in front of himself as a cover. With a swipe of her crop, the dean slapped it to the ground.

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Kathy Bradshaw was angry with her teenage son and really felt like scolding him for what he had done.

Nathan Bradshaw was eighteen years old and proved himself to be quite a lazy boy. Ever since his father had left, he had spent most of his time slouching around the house and doing very little with himself . Kathy was pleased that he had not left school and had decided to stay on at college, but apart from that he didn’t appear to be of much use at all. She did not like his lazy, self-indulgent attitude to life, but this time he had done something which had really quite got under skin.

Kathy was thirty seven years of age and a very attractive woman. She was in great shape and worked out at her local gym, three times a week. Because of her fitness, she looked in her twenties and people often mistook her for Nathan’s older sister. She had one other child, Gary who was nineteen and had recently left home and moved into his own flat. Nathan, being the youngest, had always been treated as the favourite, but it was Gary whom she secretly adored the most. He was her first-born and that in itself was something special. Not only that, he had got himself a job and a nice girlfriend. Nathan, on the other hand, she feared had been spoilt. It was about time that he got had a little discipline.

What Nathan, had done, she had discovered was almost unthinkable. It was that wretched camera of his. She had the found the picture by mistake, but it had shocked her when she had seen it. She felt that she really ought to say something to him, but found it difficult to do so. Instead, she had two days in which to think of a more appropriate way to deal with the situation.

What had happened and what the photograph was is something of a story in itself.

Nathan had been at home one night, about a month previously and his mother had come home a little tipsy. She kissed him on the cheek as she usually did and then she had decided to go to bed. Making him promise that he wouldn’t be too long himself, as he had college in the morning, Nathan had agreed and it was only twenty minutes or so later that he made the decision to climb the stairs himself and go and get some sleep. He noticed that the light was still on in his mother’s room and that the bathroom door was locked and the light was on in there too. He had wanted to use the toilet, but now realized that he would have to wait until his mother came out. He went into his bedroom and started playing with his new camera. He liked his camera and he enjoyed photography. He still had the camera in his hand when he heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bathroom door being opened.

“Mum,” he cried, “is that you? Have you finished in there?” There was no answer. With his camera still strapped around his neck, he carefully opened his bedroom door. Peering through his door he saw his mother emerge from the bathroom. However, he did not expect to see what he did see and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he did so.

His mother was wearing her pyjamas as usual, but whether it because she was drunk, or whether it was for some other reason, he did not know, she appeared to have some sort of wardrobe malfunction. She did not notice that Nathan could see her because he had not opened his door much more than a small amount. He was also very quiet. He had noticed that her pyjama top had not been fastened to the top, but only the lower buttons were fixed. Her cleavage was on display and her breast was wobbling as she walked. It wobbled so much, in fact that her nipple had escaped free from its covering and now was in clear view.

Nathan, as far as he could remember had never seen his mother naked before, in fact he never recalled ever seeing her, even in her underwear. Apart from her pyjamas or a dressing gown, he had never really seen much of his mother’s flesh at all and much to his surprise and his shame he started to become aroused at what he saw. His mother’s breasts were very beautiful and quite large for such a slim woman. He had never noticed her sexually before but this one night was to change everything. His mother walked past his room and was too drunk to notice anything at all. Nathan quickly ducked back in his room as she approached and could feel his heart racing. He felt an erection stir in his jeans. He was about to go to bed and think about what he had seen when he suddenly remembered that his mother always went into the bathroom twice before going to bed. First she would shower and then emerge in her pyjamas and then after a minute or two she would re-emerge from her room with her toothbrush and then go and brush her teeth. Why she did not do this all in one go, he did not know, but he guessed that it was some sort of regular habit that he had picked up. He then remembered that his camera was still around his neck and a thought flashed through his filthy mind. He had already set his camera to low-light and a flash was not necessary. This was good as the flash would probably attract bursa escort her attention. Apart from a faint clicking noise, the camera was fairly when taking a photograph. He decided to chance it. He quickly made sure that everything was ready for him to take a photo. He was shaking so much with excitement that his fingers were fumbling all over the controls. He had to be quick and he had just made it as he heard her come out of her room again.

Hoping and praying that she wouldn’t have noticed that her top was loose, he waited for his chance. There she was and as he had wished her tit was still hanging out. He quickly took aim and snapped his shot, quickly disappearing behind his door in case she had seen or heard anything. He heard the bathroom door close and cursed his luck. “Damn,” he thought to himself, “I’ve missed my chance.” But then he thought to himself, “if I’m patient, I can wait for her to come back out.”

He waited patiently and he heard the tap running. Then he heard a brief gushing sound.

“Ah, fuck,” he heard his mother say. This surprised Nathan as he had never even heard her swear before.

Soon enough he heard the lock click and then the door open and what he saw was beyond even his wildest dreams. His mother had noticed her pyjama top and had adjusted her buttons but, she walked out of the bathroom without wearing her bottoms. She was clutching them in her hand. She must have splashed them by mistake. That was why he had heard the gushing tap which had obviously been turned the wrong way and had sprayed her. That was why he had heard her curse. She must have thought that Nathan had gone to bed and decided to take her chance. What really struck her son though was the fact that she didn’t wear knickers and the sight of her beautiful hairy bush was fantastic to behold. He clicked his camera despite his unsteady hand and then as she walked past his door he photographed her arse. It was a sight to behold too. Smooth and round it was like a beautiful nectarine waiting to be kissed. Nathan noticed that she was visible from behind too and between her legs he could see the hairs of her cunt that trailed down from the front and underneath. Then he saw no more of her that night. She entered her room and closed the door. Nathan was shaking with excitement. He checked the photographs. None of them were perfect but all were clear and he quickly undressed and got into bed. He masturbated frantically and came very quickly. With some feelings of guilt he then turned out the light and went to sleep.

Kathy did not discover any of this until a few weeks later. Nathan had made the mistake of printing the photos out on his computer. Although he knew that his mother frequently cleaned his room, after all he was too lazy to do it himself, what he didn’t know was to what extent she would pry into his belongings. She had already found certain magazines in his wardrobe and although these had shocked her at first, she had decided not to say anything to him as she realized that this was part of growing up and realizing that her son was now turning into a man, she had decided to ignore the matter. She carefully replaced the magazines though that he could not tell that she had discovered them and as a result he was non the wiser. When she found some of his photos, however at first she was pleased, believing that this was one hobby where her son could exercise his talents. When she found the photos that he had taken of her though, her attitude changed.

At first, she wasn’t sure what they were and then she recognized the house and the landing. Next she realized that the photos were of her. The first photo could be excused. It looked almost accidental. The fact that her breast had escaped from her top was a little embarrassing, but it could be seen that Nathan might have taken it as a joke. The next photo confirmed that it was no joke and she felt very vexed to see photos of herself naked from the waist down. She wasn’t sure what to think. She hadn’t been too drunk to remember that night and she did remember wetting her trousers. She never walked around the house naked, at least not when anyone else was there and she was surprised that Nathan had seen this. She had been sure that he had gone to bed. What was he playing at? Had he done this before? Was he a little spy who frequently peeped on his mother? What was more sinister, however were his motives. Did he just like to see his mother humiliated or worse still was something that she could hardly bring herself to think of. Was he turned on by the sight of his own mother? This upset her quite a lot but the next day her distress had turned to anger and she decided that her peeping tom of a son needed teaching a lesson. If this sort of thing turned him on then, he was going to get the surprise of his life. If his own mother could turn him on, then turn him on she would.

She could learn to enjoy this and then perhaps that good-for-nothing peeping-tom son of hers would soon get the message that bursa escort bayan this sort of thing was just not healthy. She was used to dominating men, her good-for-nothing husband had been a wimp until he had decided to run away for good and maybe Nathan would be a little more easier to push around if she found a way to control him. All she had to do now was to walk out a plan of action, but it had to be done in stages. First, she had to find if any of this true and if he really did fancy his mother, next she had to start his lesson in stages. She didn’t want to go too far too soon. It could backfire.

When Nathan arrived home from college that evening, his mother already had plans for him.

“Nathan,” she said to him, “I need to do some of your laundry would you bring down your dirty washing please?”

“Aw, Mum,” he replied, “I’ve just got in. Can’t it wait?”

“No now please, Nathan,” she replied quite sternly. I’m in a hurry.”

Nathan sighed then went upstairs, gathered all his dirty underpants, socks, tee-shirts and jeans and brought them downstairs. He went int the kitchen and put them in the basket beside the washing machine. Then he returned to the lounge.

“The jeans that you are wearing as well please, Nathan,” said Kathy.

“Come on, Mum you’re joking aren’t you?”

“No I’m not ,” replied his mother, “they look filthy to me, please take them off.”

Nathan gave out another sigh and took off his jeans. His mother took them from him ready to put them in the basket.

“What am I going to wear tonight?” he moaned, “I’m supposed to be going out.”

“Well, that’s not my problem,” said Kathy, “I’m not stopping you going out if you want to.”

“Yes, but you’ve taken all my trousers now. Nothing will be washed and dried in time.”

“Well, you’ll have to stop in then,” she replied dryly, “unless of course you want to suffer the embarrassment of going out without any on. I’ll don’t think you’ll get very far in your underpants.”

Nathan could not understand why she was doing this. She had never done anything like it before. He felt quite pissed off but there was nothing that he could do.

Kathy smiled to herself as she prepared herself for phase two.

“Look,” she said to him,” with a smile on her face and a less stern attitude, “I know that it’s a little embarrassing for you to have to spend the rest of the evening trouserless, but I really want to get a big laundry load finished tonight. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be doing all my clothes too. In fact everything of mine is clean, except unfortunately my trousers and skirts. I could well end up being in the same boat as you.” Kathy laughed as she said this, and she was prepared to back up her words with actions if need be. Although her son had already seen her naked before she knew it would be inappropriate to go that far so soon, but she was quite happy to get down to her underwear if need be.

Nathan was very surprised to hear his mother say this and believed her to be having some sort of joke at his expense. He did however, quite fancy the idea of seeing his mother in her knickers and for a moment, he thought that he was going to start having sexual fantasies about her again.

“Right,” said Kathy, I’m going to start on the first load of washing. You stay here and sit at the table. Your dinner will be ready soon.

When she returned, Nathan was already sat at the dinner table. He could not believe what he saw when she returned. She was clothed exactly as she was before except her jeans were missing. She was wearing little white cotton briefs and her shapely legs looked fantastic.

“What are you staring at, Nathan,” she snapped. “I’ve taken my trousers off. What’s the big deal. I told you that I needed to wash my things too.”

Nathan felt himself blushing at her words and then much to his surprise, she turned her back to him and bent over to fumble around in the magazine rack. She was even still wearing her trainers and socks that accentuated her lack of jeans even more. Her jumper and blouse only half covered her panties but as she bent over her white cotton covered arse was completely exposed. Nathan could not keep his eyes off her and he felt his loins begin to stir.

Kathy knew that her son was staring at her arse and she deliberately held this pose for longer than normal. Still, she felt angry by this and her suspicions confirmed, she now felt that her son really deserved to be taught some lessons on respect.

She turned round and up unexpectedly quick and Nathan did not have time to avert his eyes.

“What the hell, do you think you are staring at, Bradshaw?” she snapped.

Nathan was very surprised to hear his mother call him by surname as she had never done this before. She was beginning to sound like a schoolteacher.

“Er… what do you mean, Mum?” he spluttered.

“You know exactly what I mean, young man,” she replied. “I think you need to be taught a escort bursa lesson, you lazy oaf.” I’m going to set you a challenge Nathan. Do you think you are up to it?”

“Er.. er what do you mean?” spluttered Nathan again.

“Well,” she said, you know that I frequently work out and that I used to do Judo. Well, I have an idea. I think we should have a wrestling match. If you win, I’ll give you a pair of your trousers back and you can go out or if you don’t want the trousers you can have any one article of clothing that belongs to me, any article, that is whether I’m wearing it or not. If I win then you have to forfeit one article of clothing that you are now wearing. The article is of my choice. What do you say? If a match is lost then we can have re-match and start again. In fact, shall we say best of three?”

Nathan was both appalled and excited by this idea. He agreed to it, but made it sound as if he was only doing it to get some trousers back in order to go out.

“Oh,” and one other thing,” said his mother, “if you lose the whole contest, I’m going to be in charge of your clothes all the time and every time you go out you will have to ask permission to get clothes. I will also call you by your surname all the time, just like a schoolmistress might.

“And if you lose, Mum,” asked Nathan.

“Then, you can be in charge of my clothing and I’ll be your slave for a whole week.”

Nathan wasn’t sure if this was a fair swap or not, but he didn’t care. He had to do this in order to save face, he thought. Kathy, knew of course that she could easily beat her wimpy son and she would determine the outcome every time. She had plans to win the first one, let her son win the second one and then win the last one herself.

They began wrestling, Nathan hardly knew what to do. His mother quickly went for his legs which brought him crashing to the ground. Then quick as a flash, she pinned him in such a way that he could not move. Try as he might, he could not wriggle free. He had no choice but to eventually submit.

“Watch out, Bradshaw,” laughed Kathy, “I got the first one. You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Nathan felt embarrassed. Now what would his mother do. She had a choice of a piece of his clothing. What would she pick? He was hoping and praying that it would not be his underpants.

“Let me see,” said Kathy pretending not to notice her son’s semi-erection that was clearly visible through his underpants. “I think I’ll have your jumper.”

Nathan was relieved and took off his jumper. Now it was time for round two. Kathy was dreading this one as she had already decided that she would let Nathan win. She did not really want to think of his prize clothing choice but if he had any sense, he would pick a pair of jeans for himself so that he could go out later. If he was a real filthy little pervert, he might chose an item of her clothing from the laundry. She had already earlier put some of her underwear in the basket. God only knows what Nathan might want to do with these later when she was not around. Then again, he might chose an item of clothing that she was already wearing. If he was kind her to her, like she was to him, then he might take a sock or a shoe or her jumper. She had a blouse on underneath. What she was really dreading was the loss of one particular item that would really expose her and that was her cotton briefs. If Nathan chose these then she would really have to punish him in the final bout.

They started to fight and Kathy eventually let Nathan pin her to the floor and finally submitted. His hands were everywhere and at one time he had grabbed her breasts briefly. She wasn’t sure whether this was accidental or not but gave the benefit of the doubt. After the submission Nathan felt triumphant, unaware that his mother had thrown the fight. Now was crunch time and Nathan had to make his choice.

He knew that he should really ask for his jeans, but his weaknesses were getting the better of him and finally he made his decision but tried to justify it with a whopping lie of an excuse.

“Mum, ” he said nervously, “I want you take off those knickers, but only because I won and I just want to humiliate you, nothing else, understand?”

He couldn’t believe that the words had come out and he was almost ready to change his mind when he saw the look on his mother’s face.

“The little bastard,” thought Kathy to herself, “he’s a cunning, dirty little sod.” Now I know that he enjoys watching me. Well he will certainly pay for that. If it is thrills that he wants, then its thrills that he’ll get, but on my terms!”

Kathy with a deadpan face removed her briefs, and Nathan almost fainted on the spot. Here it was in all its glory, that beautiful fantastic muff. Nathan felt himself blush and pretended not to look but his mother knew better. She could see the growing bulge that he sported under his cottons.

As far as Kathy was concerned it was all out war,. She quickly dropped her son to the floor again but this time she was quick to have him on his back. He was even easier than before as his mind was certainly not on fighting and his eyes were always trying to find his mother’s crotch.

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The lean, dark featured lad read the missive once more and considered the fabric it came wrapped in. Clearly a part of his father’s tunic, it meant that the man had been captured by the enemy.

An officer stood in the door of the smithy Dan had run, until recently, in the absence of his father, Leon. The man in uniform spoke simply and briefly,

“An armaments worker as talented as your father is too valuable to lose, a fact the enemy knows, hence their willingness to ransom him for a specific amount of gold.”

“You will pay the ransom, of course?” asked Dan.

“Certainly. But the enemy will not trust one of our soldiers to deliver the ransom. As you can see, they demand a civilian of age but one who has never seen a battle.” The man in the uniform’s eyes froze on Dan.

“I WOULD have been a soldier,” replied the stripling youth hotly, “I’m more than old enough, but YOUR generals decided that I was too valuable to my father as his assistant to be permitted to enlist. Now, where am I? The Kantans have cut my supplies of coal so I can’t even make nails or shoe horses let alone turn out or repair armor for your soldiers, AND you dunderheads allowed them to capture my father! If it was not a certainty that they would kill him if they didn’t get their ransom I ‘d tell you, idiots, to pound sand!”

“Calm down son, there is no reason to be rude.”

“Perhaps not,” returned Dan, “but there IS every reason to be angry! “What was he doing so deep in enemy territory in the first place? He’s a support officer, not an advance man!”

The tall soldier in the vestibule replied, “We had reason to believe that we could hold the Kantan smithy we had captured from attack. Your father was doing his job, creating weapons and repairing armor when the smithy was retaken.”

Dan stared at the officer, his anger not diminished an iota.

“Son, I can’t offer anything other than my apologies. The Kantans have promised to keep him alive for thirty days and have issued this safe passage document. With just about every able-bodied man needed for military or farm work, there IS no one else to run this errand. It is either you, son or nobody and your father dies. It’s a chance to serve your country son, to be a hero.”

“Spare me the patriotic malarkey, of course, I’ll go. Just as soon as I figure out what to do with my sister.”

“I’m coming with you, of course!” stated a lilting female voice.

Both men turned to spy a tall, beautiful, slim blonde, blue-eyed woman force her way into the doorway.

“Absolutely OUT of the question!” replied Dan.

“Why not? I’m older than you. Technically, with Dad gone, I am the head of household and I have final say on whether you go or not. Anyway, you are not leaving me in this house by my lonesome.”

“In the first place,”, returned Dan, “I would have found a nice place for you to stay. In the second place, Amber, there is NO WAY on earth that you could pass as a Kantan female. They are all dark-haired, short, and have deep brown eyes. I could possibly pass as one of them myself, but you, even veiled would be easy to spot a mile away. You know how the Kantans feel about women who leave their homes without their husbands or fathers. I’m not old enough to pass as your father, and I damn sure ain’t gonna pose as your husband and even though we ARE brother and sister, we look nothing alike. You can help me best by simply staying home. If they find out you are single, the Kantans would throw you in one of their awful jails in a heartbeat and then I’ve got two ransoms to worry about.”

The pretty girl planted her feet firmly on the ground and replied, “Before Mama died, she made me promise to look after you and always keep you safe. You may be bigger and stronger than me, Mister, but you are still my baby brother. In the second place, Kantan rules against single females do NOT apply to slave girls.”

“Now I know you are crazy, Amber!”

Amber was no about to take no for an answer. She turned to the soldier in the doorway and stated.

“Officer, I KNOW my rights. As eldest, I have final say on whether my brother accepts this mission or not, is that correct?”

The soldier stopped short for a moment before answering, “Yes Ma’am, that IS the law, BUT…”

“Then it is decided. I am going along!”

Dan looked imploringly at the officer who shrugged his shoulders in response. “Kid, I know nothing about women, I’m a soldier, not a miracle worker. Here is your pass. I’ll leave the two you to work this out. Whatever you do, be at the frontier in three days.” With that, the man turned smartly on his heels and marched off.

As soon as the door closed, Dan asked, “Are you out of your mind, Sis?”

“No, I am not, Mister too big for his britches, who knows what dangers I’ll have to protect you from while we rescue Dad.” returned Amber smartly.

“You protect me? That’s a laugh!” answered Dan hotly.

Despite much argument, Dan could not dissuade his sister from accompanying him. bursa escort Three days later, after Dan had exhausted his arguments, the brother and sister were near a border station on the frontier.

“I’ll only be a second,” stated Amber as she vanished behind a bush. Dan’s amazement was total a short time later. The prim and proper and modestly attired young woman who stepped behind the foliage was replaced by an alluring lithe woman with fine legs, an impressive bust, and stunning figure, clad in the scantiest of rags.

Dan had never seen so much of his sister exposed at one time before. Never, in all of his short life, had it dawned on him that his older sister could be so breathtakingly beautiful. For the first time, it occurred to Dan that having his sister along as a distraction might not be such a bad thing. It was a three or four-day hike to reach the internment camp where his father was being housed. During that time, many dangers could rear their heads. If word got around how much gold was carefully sewn into Dan’s tunic, his life would be worthless. With eyes and thoughts drawn to his sister, however, Dan became that much more invisible and that much safer. Of course, Amber’s beauty might cause other sorts of problems …

“Stop drooling you creepy little pervert and help me with this collar.” deadpanned Amber.

As Dan closed the lock on his sister’s slave collar he took a moment to revel in his new authority.

“Remember, “Slave” I’m in charge and get to make ALL of the decisions. Your job is to look pretty and act as a distraction and to keep an eye on the trail behind us to make sure we are not being followed.”

Amber stuck out her tongue at her brother before stating, OK, “Master.”

“Where are your clothes?” asked Dan.

“I left them behind that bush.”

“Well go get them, slave.”

A moment later, Amber handed Dan the bundle of her cast-off clothing. Dan promptly tossed the garments into their campfire.

“What are you doing, Danny?” shrieked Amber.

“How would it look if it was discovered I was traveling with concealing clothes for my slave? People would instantly suspect we were up to something. The clothes would get just as ruined if I buried them and, also if I did that, someone might find them and trace them back to us. Don’t worry, I’m sure dad will buy you new clothes when we return home.”

Amber replied to these words with, “For an annoying little brother, you CAN be intelligent from time to time.”

“For an annoying older sister, you sure are annoying.”

“Drop dead, Danny”

“If we’re not careful,” stated Dan, “I certainly will and you would find yourself a slave for real!”

The soberness and import with which Dan uttered that sentence had a profound impact on Amber. For seemingly the first time, despite her brother’s many admonitions over the past few days, of this possibility, Amber began to see this adventure as something much more dangerous than a lark with a spot of menace. As she took up her position, three paces behind her brother, at the end of the leash fastened to her collar, Amber realized that already she was not the same woman she had been just a few days ago at her old familiar home and smithy. She wondered how much more she would change by the time she returned to this spot.

A few miles down the trail, Dan and Amber arrived at the border station of Kantan. Because of the war, the guards eyed Dan’s pass closely. Both he and Amber were frisked several times by huge guards with bitter frowns on their faces and very bad attitudes. Amber’s frisking always took longer than Dan’s and was pointless in any case since nearly all of her flesh was exposed. Dan was quizzed about how long he had owned his slave and if he was cognizant of all the rules and regulations regarding slave ownership in Kantan. Amber was quizzed on her Master’s likes and dislikes and on his treatment of her. After grilling them both for several hours the disguised brother and sister slipped over the border and found the road which would take them to their father’s prison camp.

In short order, the forested hills of the border were replaced with rolling hills of tall grass. The road, while quite dusty, was easy to follow. The brother and sister, however, had a very limited knowledge of what lay ahead of them geographically and culturally. Dan’s country and Kantan had never been friendly but had avoided actual war until now. As far as Dan was concerned, the average resident of Kantan was an ignorant goat herder absurdly protective and controlling of the women in his life. As far the average Kantan was concerned, Dan’s country was full of sanctimonious mountain inbreeds who had no idea how to control their sluttish women. The amazing thing was not that the two countries had gone to war, but that they had maintained the peace for so long.

After many long miles, the grasses shrank in stature until they were not more than ankle high. A settlement appeared by the trail. Dan recognized a tavern among the buildings, bursa escort bayan both Dan and Amber were quite thirsty and tired. Both were also quite dusty from the road. This seemed as good a place as any to spend the night. Dan led Amber to the front gate of the little community.

“Halt!”

A pair of guards leveled a crossbow at the siblings.

“What have we here?” Asked one of the guards trying to be intimidating yet he was almost the same age as, and appeared even more youthful, than Dan.

Dan presented his pass and exchanged the nature of his errand. Dan was frisked and the main guard stated, “You are welcome to stay in our village after you have your property assessed.” As he stated the last sentence his eyes hungrily devoured Amber’s exposed charms.

“My pass is good. Why can’t we enter and make use of the tavern?”

“You can make use of the tavern just as soon as we know how much wealth you are bringing into our town. That way if anything is stolen from you, we will know what to be looking for.”

To make his point the guard had Dan empty his satchel so that he could count all of his gold, silver, and copper coins. (The Kantans were not entirely merciless. The amount of gold required to free his father had been requested via a second document. Not even the Katans trusted their own people when it came to such a large number of coins.) He handed Dan a receipt and then pointed to a modest house.

That’s the slave assessor’s house. With his receipt, you can stay the night but be gone by three tomorrow afternoon, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” replied Dan, attempting to mask the insolence he so profoundly felt.

With trepidation, Dan silently signaled his sister and gently tugged on her leash, leading her towards the strange door, having no idea at all what to expect on the other side.

A bell rang as Dan entered. The room he and Amber found themselves in had charts on the wall and cabinets full of collars, fetters, and riding crops. Both Dan and his sister were quite nervous at the sight. Presently, a middle-aged man with graying temples and a prominent belly entered the room. His large blue eyes noted Dan but then seemed to focus exclusively on Amber who felt quite uncomfortable at his penetrating gaze.

“Are you the slave assessor?” Dan asked at last.

The man resumed looking at Dan and replied, “Yes, stranger, I am. Since you have come to me and I do not recognize you, I can assume that you are visitors to our fair village and need documentation as to your slave’s value.”

“Yes,” replied Dan weakly

“Very good. Be so good as to strip her. Assessments and testing are done in the nude.”

Dan froze in place and swallowed hard. He looked at Amber who had the same panicked expression upon her face as her brother.

“Oh, come, come,” stated the portly gentleman. “certainly she’s been naked in the presence of strangers many times before. If it helps, imagine me as a doctor. Now get on with it, son.”

Seeing no escape from this situation, Dan tried to communicate with his eyes and body language with his sister. It was clear that the two of them would have to spend the night somewhere and they had no idea how far away the next village was along the road. Also, there was a very good chance that even if they managed to make it to another town by nightfall, the current uncomfortable situation the siblings found themselves in was likely to be repeated. Dan knew that he had to appear mature and unperturbed by Amber’s required exposure. It appeared to Dan that Amber had understood his thoughts and intentions, with a slight nod, she assented to his plans.

Trying very hard to control his breathing, Dan reached for the string restraining the simple cloth that supported and concealed his sister’s ample breasts. The fabric fell away and Dan was gifted with the sight of his sister topless. Prior to this, the only woman Dan had spied naked was a fat farmer’s wife skinny dipping in a pond whom he had stumbled across while hiking through the woods. Amber’s breasts were incomparably nicer, two conical hillocks surmounted with light brown areolas and sharp pink nipples. Dan drank in his sister’s exposed flesh, left his breath out slowly and then reached for the knot supporting the lower half of Amber’s slave attire. The scrap of fabric tumbled to the floor and Dan’s eyes hungrily examined Amber’s neatly trimmed golden thatched box. She stood there naked in the slanting sunlight filtering trough the windows of the room, all ivory skin, and lithe physique. The sunlight made the golden hair of her head and pelvis glow with an almost mystical radiance. For a moment, Dan imagined that it was some angel he was viewing and not his older, perpetually annoying sister.

“Splendid!” stated the slave assessor as he began to examine Amber’s lithe naked form with almost the same intensity as Dan himself.

“She’s not branded!” stated the assessor.

“I’ve been meaning to do that,” lied Dan, “I just have not had escort bursa the opportunity.”

“Just about ANY competent farrier can perform the task for a minimal fee.” returned the assessor. “In any event,” he continued, “let’s see how well she is trained.”

Dan could not tear his eyes away. He was spellbound as the older man shouted instructions at Amber. He had her remove her sandals, squat on her haunches, stand on her tiptoes, extend her hands above her head. Amber was impelled to part the lips of her sex and cough, present the assessor her asshole and stand on each leg in turn. and finally, assume the position of a supplicant slave, kneeling, legs apart, breasts thrust forward and head down.

“She’s not especially well trained.” stated the assessor. “However, her beauty is remarkable and her personality seems compliant enough. The fact that she is not branded however means that I COULD get in trouble for not reporting her to the law. I think perhaps, I SHOULD do that.”

“NO!” stated Dan. “I’ll have her branded. Please don’t report us.”

The man looked at Amber with a positively evil leer. “Well, I suppose IF we came to some sort of accommodation, I could issue you a rather nice assessment that would transfer to every town along the line.”

Naive Dan was about to ask what the older man was hinting at when he observed Amber roll her eyes and fall to her knees in front of the fat assessor. Astonished, Dan witnessed his sister liberate the old guy’s stubby erect penis from his trousers and begin to suckle it. The older man placed his hands behind Amber’s head and impelled her to take even more of him into her mouth. Dan found himself stiffening as he observed his sister’s beautiful face slide back and forth while she made sounds of muffled pleasure.

A sudden frown crossed the Assessor’s face as his manhood rapidly became flaccid. Amber forced the load of semen down her throat and opened her mouth and raised her tongue to demonstrate that she had accepted every bit of come.

The fat assessor glanced at Dan with longing and stated, “Oh, to have the endurance of youth once more!”

A short time later, Dan and Amber were exiting the Assessor’s house with a receipt and a rather high-value appraisal of Amber. As the siblings made their way to the hotel Dan asked,

“Where did you learn THAT!”

“There are LOTS of things you don’t know about me “Master.” Dad works in armaments, there were ALWAYS lonely soldiers willing to teach pretty girls new things hanging around the smithy. Do you seriously believe that ALL I did was make cookies and coffee for them?”

Dan looked back at his sister and replied, “I had NO idea!”

“Then you are dumber than I thought! How many more times on this trip am I going to have to save your bacon?”

“You save me?”

“Yes, you schmuck. If all eyes were not on me, everyone would see you for what you are, an innocent doofus WAY out of his depth! No way you could rescue Dad on your own.”

“That’s not fair!” shot back Dan.

“Perhaps, not, but it is accurate! Now try to don an air of authority we are almost at the tavern.”

A moment later the doors to the tavern swung open and the interior fell silent. Dan was acutely aware of the eyeballs assessing him and then quickly moving on to appraise his sister.

“NOW that is what I’m talking about!” said a loud male voice.

Dan proceeded to the bar. The fat, dark featured, Kantan behind the bar met Dan’s glance with a bored expression. His eyes, ever so slightly, focused on Amber before his countenance turned smug.

“I’ll have a meal for my slave and myself and then a room where we can freshen up and rest ’til morning.”

“Freshen up?” mocked the tavern keeper. “You sure the pretty lady isn’t actually your mother in disguise?”

“Spare me your levity, barkeep…”

“Whatever Dan was going to say was cut off by raucous laughter throughout the room.

“Levity!”

Sensing things had gone south quite quickly for her brother, Amber made her voice heard.

“Please, Sir, we have traveled a far piece today. My Master means well.”

The tavern keeper looked carefully at Amber and replied, “His money is good her. Rather pathetic that he has to have his pet intercede for him. I can give you a room and there is a bath tub if you want to use it, mind, you’ll be toting the water yourself.”

Dan did his best to hide his frustration and embarrassment as he replied, “That will be fine, Sir.”

Dan ordered two tankards of beer even though he did not really like the taste of alcohol and began to sip his quietly while he surveyed the room.

“Hey, boy!” stated an older man far larger and more powerful than Dan. He was sitting with a collection of tough looking compatriots. Having obviously heard the interjection, Dan focused on him.

“Boy, I’ll pay for your room if you let that pretty little thing on the end of your leash dance for us.”

“The tavern keeper stated that my money is good here,” replied Dan

“But why spend it if you don’t have to? I’ll bet she’s a real good dancer and that she sheds those rags ever so sweetly. It’s been a while since I and my friends have feasted our eyes on such loveliness.”

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