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Getting off work I know its going to be a long lonely night at home. You called me earlier to tell me that you would be out with friends and wouldn’t be coming over tonight. I tried to get a group of the guys together to do something……. ANYTHING… but everyone was busy. So I figure I will stay home and watch a movie or two.

After my shower and a light dinner *pizza* I head off to my room and click on the T.V. and search for a decant movie to watch. I finally decide on The Terminal, it’s a little slow but I’m not in the mood for an action film. I get undressed and look at myself in the mirror. Not to bad I think to myself, but it could be better. I chuckle a little bit thinking how vain I must be right now. Normally I’m not like that but I have been trying to work on losing a little weight and getting my abs in better shape. I lay down to settle in and watch the movie still laughing at myself.

As I watch the beginning I realize how tired I am and it’s probably a good thing that you didn’t come over tonight. My mind starts to drift thinking about what you are doing and how much fun you must be having. You were nice enough not to tell me what you where going to wear tonight but I can only imagine. Something low cut with something high cut that shows a lot of boobs and legs. Thinking about this my dick starts to harden. You have always turned me on from the moment we met. Many a night I have jerked bursa escort off just thinking of you, the way you smell, the sound of your voice and your soft touch just drives me wild.

I hear you come in the front door and I just smile from ear to ear. You come in and lean against the door frame. You are wearing something I have never seen before, a red leather jacket with a halter top and a very short black leather skirt. You look so amazing all I can do is stare. As you walk towards me I notice one kicker that I didn’t notice before. You are wearing a fish net cat suit. My cock is rock hard at this point. I feel like my eyes are going to fall out of my head.

You ask if I am excited to see you while you’re looking straight at my cock. I tell you it’s a nice surprise to see you but I thought you where going out tonight. You laugh and say that you did for a little while but you where getting to much attention and didn’t want to stray. A ping of jealousy shoots through me but I see the look on your face and see your mostly kidding. Though I’m sure you got enough attention for 3 girls.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and lean down to kiss me. As you sit up you take my dick in your hand and start to tell me about this really hot blonde that was hitting on you. I just stare up into your eyes listening to you go into detail on what she was wearing and what you two talked about. While you’re doing this bursa escort bayan you are slowly stroking me. Listening to you describe how your conversation turned to sex was killing me. With pre-cum making my cock slippery you stroke me faster. My breathing starts to get heavier as you lean down and take me into your mouth. You slip off your coat and really start to work me over. I run my fingers through your hair and tell you how great this feels. As you start to stroke me faster I tell you that you better stop because I’m about to cum. You just suck me harder as I grab you by the hair and thrust up into your mouth. As I start to cum you just keep bobbing your head not even missing a beat. Swallowing all my cum you are moaning and squirming around. I notice you have your skirt pushed up and your hand is rubbing your pussy. As I finish Cumming you stand up. Telling me not to move you take off your halter top and unzip your skirt letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in just the cat suit you look amazing. I start to lean up only to be told to lay still.

As you climb on top of me you slide your pussy along my shaft. You are so wet and I can feel the heat coming from your pussy. You continue to rub your clit along my cock moaning I feel myself getting hard again. All of a sudden you start to move up my chest smiling the whole time. As you straddle me I can feel just how turned on you are as you move closer escort bursa to my head. You put your knees over my arms so I can’t move my hands as you straddle my face. I can only use my tongue on you right now but I’m ok with that. You grind your pussy down on my face as I suck on your clit. I use my nose to slide around on your clit as I push my tongue into your pussy. You rotate your hips up a little bit and that gives me access to your ass. You moan really loud as I tickle your hole with my tongue. After a few minutes of that you slide back down so I can keep licking and sucking on your clit.

Out of breath you start to tell me how good my tongue feels on your clit. You are almost screaming now as you grab my hair and tell me you’re about to cum. As buck wildly on my face, pulling my head into your pussy, you keep saying your Cumming over and over again. I feel a warm rush flow down my face. Still pulling my hair and grinding into my face you start to settle down. Breathing hard you tell me how great that was and how lucky you are.

I am feeling great right now as I feel you slide down my chest and sit on my hips. I close my eyes for a minute to catch my breath and reflect on how great that was and what is coming next. I open my eyes and start to pull you close, but your not there. I am hugging a pillow. I am very confused at this point as I notice the pillow is wet. I look around and figure out that you have not been here tonight, I was just dreaming of you. I throw the pillow off me and start to get up, but notice my cock is really hard. So I find the remote and search for something a little more interesting to watch.

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This story contains: incest between mother and daughter, some watersports and scat.

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I’m Will, a 21-year-old girl with brown long hair and nice body. I have normal size breasts, not too small and not too large (some men will think they can never be too large). Let me be honest, writing these stories I am always way too horny and wet to be patient and describe details that really don’t matter a fuck. So I will always make a point of cutting through the bullshit.

I have a 44-year-old father (Randy) whom today is still attractive, same goes for my 39-year-old mother (Veronica), who has grown wider around the hips but that’s as far as it goes. I have a 19-year-old sister (Angelique) and 18-year-old kid brother (Ron). Myself I’m bisexual and my family knows and accepts. My brother sometimes teases me with it and my sister sometimes seems to feel awkward, but that always fades soon.

This is the story about my discovery of several hidden desires of both my family and me.

It was a Thursday night in a random month when I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands after I had been finger fucking my pussy and ass in my bedroom. As I walked in, I found my mother sitting on the toilet taking a piss. Since my brother was out and my mother isn’t embarrassed to be found in this situation by my father or me and my sister, she hadn’t bothered to lock the door. So I walked over to the sink, and started to wash my hands. As I did this, I couldn’t deny the sounds of my mother pissing. The hissing sound as her yellow liquid shot from her urethra and the splashing sound as it hit against the porcelain did something to me I’d never experienced before. I had been in the bathroom before when my mother was on the toilet but something was…exciting me this time.

The thought of my mother on the bowl, with a strong stream of warm piss shooting from her cunt, the smell, and not least the fact that it was my own mother…made that itching, warm feeling return to my pussy, even though I had been frigging it for over 30 minutes just a few minutes ago. As I washed my hands I concentrated on the sounds and smells of my mother, and when I suddenly heard her let go of an incredibly loud fart, I barely managed to suppress a shiver. The odor of her butt gas was filling the room and it was driving me crazy.

“I’m sorry, Will. I couldn’t hold back,” my mother apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, mom,” I replied, “This is the right place to do that.”

“Yeah but I feel bad doing it when you’re here.”

“Mom, if I cared, I wouldn’t get in here when you’re relieving yourself.”

“You know, I have to do number two too, but I’m afraid the smell will drive you away,” my mother said with a sense of humor.

“Mom, no smell of yours would drive me away. You’re my mother, I love all of you AND your smells.”

That sentence had more meaning than I intended it to have, but whether my mother noticed the undercurrent of those words or not, she gave me the impression to be convinced.

“Well, okay. Here goes then.”

After another fart was shot from her butt, I heard the distinct crackling sound of a thick turd forcing it’s way out. I could barely contain myself, and I started looking at the reflection of my shitting mom in the mirror. Although not clearly, I saw the shadow of a thick turd lowering down from between her legs. Then scent of her shit drove me over the wall and all I could think of was how much I wanted to just sit in front of her bursa escort and watch that brown log being squeezed from her hairy asshole (I know it’s hairy, I’ve seen it from time to time when changing clothes). I just knew I was going to frig away at my cunt for this the moment I got to my room so I decided to take a mental picture. I looked at my mom in the mirror and took note of the piss still dripping from her hairy pussy, the brown turd staring to curl a little, then break off and, with a loud splash, falling into the yellow pool in the toilet bowl. And the odor, the smelly, shitty odor would have me squirting a pint of girl juice later (I’m a squirter).

My wanton lust was growing more perverse with each second. I was starting to wonder what it would be like to lick the piss off her cunt, or finger fuck her shit covered pucker, having my own mother scream out loud to “keep fucking her shitty asshole with my middle finger.”

I was kind of shocked. Never had I even imagined kissing any family member on the lips, let alone the depraved thoughts I had now. But I wasn’t ashamed. They were fantasies, and besides, my parents, being open minded as they are, taught me that anything that happens with consent from all parties is never wrong.

Knowing how open minded my parents are, as I mentioned, I decide to go for broke and see what happens.

“Mom, have you ever…you know…fantasized…about someone close to you. I don’t mean friends, but…”

My mother looked at me in silence, then started smiling and, damned if I didn’t notice, opened her legs a little wider.

“You mean people who are related?”

“Well..yeah. I mean…is it so strange that, for instance when you have a gorgeous brother, or sister, that you fantasize about them?”

“Off course not. Like your father and I always told you, fantasies belong to you. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don’t even need consent. So you can think or fantasize of anybody and anything you want.”

“But what if I wanted more than fantasize? Wouldn’t it be wrong to want to be with a relative, you know…sexually?”

“Well, it can be. But we also taught you that anything that happens with consent of all people directly involved is good. So I would be a hypocrite if I said that it was wrong for, say, a brother and sister to make love if they both really wanted it with all their hearts.” “Then I have another question,” I said more confidently knowing my mother didn’t disapprove of the notion of incest.

“What if it wasn’t a brother and sister, but a mother and son, or a father and daughter…or a mother and daughter?”

My mother smiled and knew exactly where I was heading.

“Why don’t you just tell me exactly what you want to say, Will?”

“Okay then. Before I came in here, I never even thought about it. But in a matter of minutes, I’m surer of this than I ever have been of anything in my life. Mom, I want you. Thinking back, I never stopped to think about it, but now I do, you drive me wild. Sitting there with your legs spread, looking at your lovely pussy. I hope you have some f the same feelings I have.”

“Oh honey, you don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about you like this. I just wanted you to make the first move, if you ever would. I wouldn’t want this unless you’re a 100% about it. The idea of making sweet love to our children had me and your father captivated for years now. This is why we were always so open with you. Hoping that some of it would come back to bursa escort bayan us. There is nothing in the world I would rather do than go to bed with you. Let me just finish here and I’ll meet you in your room.”

But I had other plans. In complete bliss, I kneeled in front of my mother and pushed her back against the wall.

“But Will, we can’t do it now, not like this. I’m still dirty. Let me just wipe and freshen up.”

“Like I said, mom. I love ALL of you. And this is exactly like I want you right now.”

I spread her thighs and smelled the scent of her piss as my face got closer. Not wanting to waste time with games, I buried my face into her crotch and my tongue into her dripping wet slit. I tasted the salty piss that was coating the entire inside of her pubic lips, and started licking it off with abandon. I actually started leaking through the material of my white cotton panties as I tasted and immensely enjoyed my mother’s piss.

“Oh Christ, Will. You’re eating my pussy so good. Can you taste my piss? Do you like it? I’ll have lots more for you very soon. I’ll make you drink gallons of my piss.”

My mother lifted her legs and put one stockinged foot on the washing machine and the other against the tiled wall. Leaning back against the wall her entire crotch area became perfectly accessible to me. I lapped lusciously and thirstily through my mom’s entire juicy slit from bottom to top, starting just above her brown, dirty asshole. I just wasn’t ready for that YET. But I WAS ready for some manipulation with my fingers, as I started rubbing her sticky asshole with my thumb. The brown mess coated my thumb but where it would have grossed me out before, I now got increasingly horny thinking about it and feeling it. I had my mother’s shit on my thumb and was rubbing her dirty asshole.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me. You’re rubbing my asshole, my dirty asshole. Please, Will. PLEASE stick your fingers in my butt. Finger fuck my shitty ass hard. Fuck your mother in the fucking asshole with your fingers. I wanna feel your fingers in my hole.”

I had never imagined it would turn out like this. My mother was actually more depraved and perverted than I thought I was. But I more than happy t turned out like this. I rubbed her loose pucker with the tips of my index and middle finger, then greased by her warm shit, I easily slid my fingers to the knuckles into her shitter. I started shoving my two digits in and out of her backdoor faster and harder, poking her butt like mad.

“Is this what you wanted, mom? Is this what makes you hot, huh? Your daughter fucking your dirty shitty butt with her fingers, while she licks and sucks the piss from your pussy? I wonder what else you would like. You probably get hot too with the thought of me sucking like crazy on those delicious big toes of yours, don’t you? Sucking those stocking clad toes, then ripping that stocking open and sucking that big toe? Feeling my warm saliva run between your toes along the wrinkled sole of your foot? Or maybe you would squirt gallons of your sweet momjuice thinking about me fucking your shit-smeared ass with my TONGUE? Would you like that? Seeing my brown sticky tongue sliding sloppily in and out of your smelly…farting…greasy asshole?”

I had reached the breaking point. The point where all inhibitions are gone and I’m ready for anything. So I pulled out my fingers, which were completely covered in greasy, sticky shit, and without holding anything back, I spread escort bursa her cheeks as wide as possible, and drilled my tongue deep into her brown gaping asshole in one move. I tasted the bitter, sticky shit of my mother as I pounded my tongue in and out of her ass. The smell and taste drove me further and further and sloppy, plopping noises were made by my tongue as it slid into my mother’s pucker. By now she was farting aloud every chance her butt got. But I kept on drilling home. At one point I fucked my tongue inside her snug warm ass, and started swaying and turning my head, as if this allowed me to go even deeper.

“Holy fucking shit. You depraved slut of a daughter,” my mother yelled, “Fuck my ass harder. Make my ass cum. Stick that tongue deeper into my shithole. Goddamn, you drive me insane.”

My mother grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face deep into the shitty crack of her ass. My nose was pressed into her cunthole, and although the smell of her piss was intrusive, I had to breathe with my nose, because my mouth was almost glued to her gaping asshole by the excessive shit around it. I licked and sucked on her asshole for minutes bringing my mother to orgasm after orgasm without ever stimulating any part of her pussy.

“OOHH, GOD, I’M CUMMINGGGG! OOH…OOH…OOH”

My mother had my head pulled into her ass as she curled her toes and squeezed her sphincter around my tongue and came like there was no tomorrow.

When all was done, I retreated my smeared face from her crack and lustfully spoke to her.

“All the times you were pissing and shitting you left the door unlocked on purpose, didn’t you? You were always hoping that I or Angie would come in and see you while you were taking a dump, weren’t you? The idea of any of us being here while you pissed, and shit and farted had your cunt on fire, didn’t it? Only Ron couldn’t be in.”

“Your right,” my mother answered puffing for air, “I always got horny when pissing or shitting if any of you were in the bathroom. I farted just like I usually do if Angie is in, because I wanted you to smell my ass an everything that comes from it. But you’re wrong, about one thing, Will. The door is never closed even when Ron is home. As a matter of fact, he came in the bathroom one day when I was pissing. He felt embarrassed and wanted to leave, but I told him he didn’t have to be ashamed, because I’m his mother. So he could do whatever he wanted to do while I was on the toilet. While I was pissing, I made an effort to shoot the piss as hard as possible so it would be loud. And I farted as well. Then I started asking him if he was masturbating already and he admitted he was. He left as soon as possible then and went to his room. I quickly finished up and stood outside his room at the door. And I could here him moaning, and I heard the slapping sound of his fist slapping against his balls as he jerked off. I’m still working on him, but I’ll get him, and I’ll get him good. I’ll have him licking my ass so hard it’ll make you jealous.”

“Harder than me? I’d pay money to see that. Frankly I think it’s impossible. But it sure makes me wet again thinking about it. The sight of his tongue fucking that delicious hairy asshole of yours has me climbing the walls.”

“Speaking of pussies and asses, I feel a bit self-centered not having given you the same treatment you gave me. So why don’t you and I take a good thorough shower and continue in my bedroom?”

“Sounds like a great idea, mom,” I said genuinely excited.

“I think it would be a good idea if I put some old sheets on the bed wouldn’t you?,” my mother asked.

“I think that would be wise, mum. I feel something inside that might want out soon.”

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He was riddled with guilt, as he watched his pregnant 18 year old daughter waddle across the room. She was four months along, and her mother, his wife, was screaming at her, demanding to know who the father of her baby was. She was mad as hell too. Beckyann did not know who the father was of her baby.

Beckyann was a beautiful child growing up. Loving, free spirited, and adventurous. For her 18th birthday they had allowed her to go with her friends to a party. That was what started it all.

He was jolted back when he heard a slap, and screaming. He was on his feet quickly and he stepped between his wife, Ellen, and Beckyann.

“Enough!! No more Ellen. She told you she did not know, and I have told you that she was drunk that night she came home from the party. And besides it’s none of our business anyway.” he told her, demanding she pull herself together.

Her angry eyes bore into her husband of 20 years, she was pissed and felt alone, a shame of what her daughter did. He could see her flushed face, and she was still huffing steam.

“She’s nothing but a whore now, and I want her gone from my house by the time I come back down.” she said, turned and left.

He was shocked, and that was the last straw. He would not take it anymore. He told Beckyann to go rest in the guest room, and he went up the stairs to their bedroom. He opened the door and slammed it closed.

“This is OUR house, not just yours, mine, yours, and our daughter’s. She will not leave unless she wants too. And if you ever, ever hit her again. This marriage will be over, and you will get nothing. Is that clear Ellen.” he said.

She was afraid she had pushed to far. She had never seen him like this ever. All she could do was bursa escort nod that she understood what he had said. She was still mad, but soon as her hand hit Beckyann, she knew she had gone to far.

“I’m sorry.” she said.

“Not me, tell it to Beckyann, she needs to hear it from you.” he told her.

He went down to his study, closed the door and sat down. Taking a deep breath, and slowly letting it out. He thought back to that night. Ellen had gone out of town, and so he was the only one home. He watched as his daughter in her short mini skirt walk down the stairs as she left for the party. There must have been drinking at this party, cause when Beckyann came home around midnight she was drunk.

He had fallen asleep on the couch, while watching one of his movies. Thinking he heard someone in the room with him he opened his eyes, and saw Beckyann swaying, half dressed, and watching the young girl on her hands and knees sucking the old mans cock. He watched as she took off her blouse.

Closing his eyes again, trying to think how he was going to get out of this. Suddenly he felt a warm soft hand caressing over the front of his boxers. His cock jerked, and started getting harder. In the background he heard the TV being turned up.

“Oh god baby, suck daddy’s cock, mmmmm, so good.” the man in the movie said.

Opening his eyes just a little bit, enough to see that Beckyann had stood up, and was taking off the rest of her clothes. She stood there squeezing her titties, and tugging on her nipples. He watched as she sat back down and pulled his boxers down, and her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.

He knew that he was not a normal sized man, but he also would not trade his size for anything. bursa escort bayan His cock measured ten inches long, was real thick at the base, slimed a little in the middle. But his cock head was huge. As a young man one of his girlfriends had compared it to a tennis ball, and found that he was much bigger.

He looked over to her face. She was still watching the movie as her hand stroked his cock. He was having trouble keeping quiet, and knew that he would not be able too much longer. He was trying hard, but minutes later he cried out.

“Oh god, suck daddy’s cock, suck it baby.” he groaned.

He knew he blew it when her hand stilled. Keeping his eyes closed he prayed that she would not leave. Long minutes passed before he felt her wet, hot mouth closing on his cock. She licked, kissed, and dragged her tongue along the small hole of his cock head. His body jerked suddenly when she opened her mouth and push it down over his thick cock.

“Oh god baby, so good,” he moaned.

Damn she is good, better than even her mother ever was, and any other girl he has ever been with. He tried to stop his hands from moving, but could not. They slip though her hair, pulling her closer. His hips moved too, he was fucking her mouth now, and with open eyes, he watched as his cock disappeared in her mouth. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her. He saw the raw lust there in her eyes. He watched as his cock went deeper, and deeper, then she slowly lifted her mouth away. She moved over his body, and straddled his lap.

“Oh baby we should not be doing this. Oh goddddddd!!” he cried out as her hand again wrapped around his cock, and pump him.

“I want you daddy. I have fantasized about doing this for a long escort bursa time daddy. And tonight I am going to have my way with you.” she said.

She took his hands and guided them to her titties, pressing them into her tit’s, she then lifted herself up, and guided his cock to her pussy. He felt her pussy stretching to fit his monster cock. Her hands rubbed her inner thigh down to him then back up again. He held her tit’s, squeezing them, pinching the nipples hard. Slowly he moved to a sitting position and lean in and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, tugging on it with his teeth.

“Oh daddy fuck me, fuck me hard.” she demanded, as she squeezed, and pushed her pussy on his cock.

“Oh baby, Daddy love’s you. You are taken me to heaven baby. OH GOD I’M CUMMINGGGGGG!!!!” he grunted, filling her with hot thick cum.

Later in the night he carried her upstairs to her bed, laid her down, but could not bring himself to leave her. He eased behind her on the bed, and he felt her hand as he pushed his cock between her thighs. He felt his cock slip in her wet pussy again. He let out a deep, long groan, and he pushed his cock in deeper. Turning her onto her tummy, he pulled back and slammed his cock in repeatedly. Reaching under her, he grabbed her tit’s and squeezed, pulled, and pinch both nipples. Soon he was thrusting deeper, harder, and faster. With a loud roar he exploded deep inside his daughter.

After thinking about how it all started his cock was hard again. Looking out the window he saw Beckyann out by the pool, naked, and she held her tit’s in both hands. She was beautiful. Her tit’s were thicker, bigger. Her soft round belly looked inviting, her long slender legs made him wish he was out there naked laying on his back waiting for his daughter’s pussy to lower. As she turned he gasp, she did not have any pussy hair anymore, she must have shaved it all off. At four months he wanted her more than he wanted anything.

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I was divorced for a few years when my life changed forever. My ex husband Stan had called me on the phone one night to invite me to his wedding. I accepted even though I was hurt because a part of me still loved him. We were married for 20 years. That’s like a lifetime for two people to be married. I thought we would be together forever but boy was I sure wrong.

I had finished a hard day of work when I was in the elevator going to my apartment. I got off the elevator and went to my apartment door when I noticed my neighbor trying to get his key out of his pocket.

“Hey Zack. How have you been?” He has been my neighbor for almost a year now and I try and talk to him whenever I can. He is probably the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. I get so turned on whenever I see him let alone think about him.

“Hi Victoria. I’ve been good. Had to go and visit my kids up north for a few days.” He leaned up against the wall as he talked to her.

“Well that’s nice. I have to go cook dinner so I’ll see you later.”

“Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight? As friends of course.” She smiled. Of course just as friends. That’s all he saw her as.

“Ok that sounds good. Let me take a shower and I’ll come over at around eight.”

“Sounds good. Do you like Chinese?”

“I love it.” He opened his door before breaking the conversation.

“Alright see ya at eight.” He closed the door behind him while smiling at her. I was so happy. I was going on a date with Zack. The man I have fantasized about for ever. He didn’t feel the same way but hopefully I can make him feel something then friendship for me.

Once I got into my apartment, I went upstairs to take a shower. As I was getting the shower ready I stripped down to nothing and looked at myself in the mirror. Who am I kidding? All I am is a middle aged woman. There was no way he would want me. My own husband of 20 years didn’t even want me anymore.

I hate my curly blonde hair. My green eyes were probably my only good feature. I looked down and saw my breasts. At least they weren’t sagging yet. There was no way Zack would want someone like me when he could have someone a lot younger.

He was way better looking then I was. He had crystal blue eyes. Short black hair and a body to die for. He was tall and muscular. Why was he going to go for a woman like me. Oh well I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower.

After my shower, I did my makeup and got my outfit together. Even if it wasn’t a real date, I still wanted to look good. I decided on black pants and a red form fitting blouse. Even if I didn’t think of myself as sexy on a normal basis, I felt like I was that night.

I went downstairs to get a bottle of wine from my collection when I heard a noise. It sounded like it was coming from Zack’s apartment. Since our apartment’s were so close together, I could hear things that he did. Like if he broke glass or when his water was running. The walls were really thin.

I went over to where I heard the noise exactly and stopped. I was right in front of a picture frame. Something told me to move it out of the way so I did. When I did I was in for the shock of my life.

As I moved the picture frame I saw a small hole in my wall. It wasn’t really big and it was the first time bursa escort I had noticed it in the year I had been in this apartment. A good friend of mine had gotten the apartment for me so she probably covered up the hole with the picture and forgot to tell me about it. I was never the one to spy on people but I decided to look through the hole just to see.

When I looked through the hole it looked like I was looking at a bedroom. I was looking at Zack’s bedroom! Now I knew I was always going to think about this while I was sleeping. I felt bad about looking so I was about to stop when I saw Zack enter the room. I stood there and watched closely. The hole was too small for him to notice me I hoped.

He had this look on his face as he sat at the edge of the bed. As he sat down he started to stroke his cock through his pants. Was he masturbating? That would be so hot if he was. I kept thinking about what his cock looked like. Was it big and thick as I thought or was it small? I didn’t know but I wanted to find out.

Zack pulled down his pants and I could see him grasp his cock in his hand. I couldn’t really tell the size of it from were I was but he looked like he was a pretty blessed man. He started to stroke himself harder moving his hand up and down the shaft. He threw his head back and moaned deeply.

“My god she is so hot. I just want to fuck her brains out so bad.” I heard him say as he picked up the peace. He was moaning like crazy by them and I felt the urge to touch my soaking underwear. He was moving his hand even faster until it was over and he came all over the place. His breathing had gone back to normal as he went into his bathroom and got a towel to clean up his mess.

“God what I wouldn’t do if I had a night alone with her.” He said to himself. Who was he talking about I wondered to myself. After he was done cleaning up he redressed and left the bedroom. I moved the picture frame back and decided to do this again whenever I got a chance to. I felt like a voyeur but I didn’t care. It was hot to see him masturbate. I loved every second of it and I knew I was going to think about it a lot when I masturbated that night.

I looked at the clock and saw it was close to eight so I went over to Zack’s. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. He answered the door with a huge smile and I just smiled back thinking about what I had just saw him do.

“Come in please.” He opened the door wider for me as I walked in and looked around his apartment. It was nice and tastefully decorated. He motioned for me to sit down on the couch and followed me to it.

“I brought some wine for you.”

“Oh well thank you so much. That was very nice of you.” He smiled his gorgeous smile and went to go get some glasses. The doorbell rang while he was pouring the wine.

“Could you get that it’s the Chinese. The money is on the counter.” I went over and got the money before answering the door. I handed the Chinese guy the money while he handed me the food. I thanked him and then closed the door. Zack helped me with the food and set it down on the counter.

“Serve yourself please. Eat as much as you want.” Once we got our food we situated ourself on the couch.

“This is really good. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all. I get bursa escort bayan really lonely at times so I decided to see if you wanted to have dinner. So tell me something about you.”

“Well I’m divorced and have two beautiful grown kids.”

“I’m divorced as well after 21 years.”

“20 years for me. I didn’t see it coming.”

“I did. We always argued never agreed on anything and our sex life lacked so much.” Just talking about sex made me think of seeing him a few minutes ago. I could feel my panties getting soaked again.

“Well my husband went through a midlife crisis and slept with his 25 year old secretary. They’re getting married in a few weeks.”

“Wow he is an idiot for giving up an incredibly beautiful woman like you.” I could fell myself blushing and thanked him. We had finished most of the wine when he got the plates up and washed them. I felt a little dizzy and light headed since I hadn’t drinken at much in a while. He noticed while he was washing.

“Are you ok Victoria?” I nodded my head.

“I’m fine. I think I drank a little too much.”

“Well at least you don’t have to drive anywhere tonight.” I was lucky I didn’t because I knew there was no way I would have made it home alive that night. “Do you need any help Zack?”

“No I’ve got in under control. Thanks though.” I don’t know if it was the wine but I was so fucking horny. I think it was Zack though. Seeing him washing the dishes was such a turn on for me. He noticed me staring and turned off the faucet moving towards me.

“There actually was a reason why I invited you over tonight.” He moved closer to me until he was face to face with me. I got fell my breath getting shallow.

“Really what was that?” He leaned in and I could fell he breath my neck. He moved his hands to my neck and trailed down to my breasts before stopping. He leaned into my neck and kissed it gently. I couldn’t breathe. My fantasy was hopefully coming true. He stopped kissing my neck and looked directly into my eyes. His eyes weren’t blue anymore. Instead they were as dark as black.

“I wanted to kiss you.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply on the lips. Nibbling on my bottom lip gently. I have never been kissed like this before in my life. He pressed his body into mine and I could fell his erection sticking into my thigh. “You know I fantasize about this body when I masturbate.” I gasped as he cupped my breasts and started to massage them. Then it hit me. I was the woman he was talking about while he was jacking off. I felt myself smile and he saw it.

“I think of you too when I masturbate.” He kissed me again as he took off my shirt and then moved to my pants as I fought with his clothes. When we were in our under garments, he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. Setting me down on his bed he removed his boxers making my eyes bulge out of my head. There stood a nice hard 9 inch cock with pre cum glistening from the tip. I had never had a cock that big before. Stan was the only 7 inches. I knew I would enjoy it though.

“Do you like what you see?” I smiled and nodded my head as I removed my bra and underwear. He looked like a kid in a candy store as he eyed me up and down. ‘

“I love what I see.” He then moved on top of me and kissed me again before moving his fingers to my wet pussy escort bursa pushing them in making me moan out in pleasure. I wanted him at that moment like I had never wanted a man before in my life.

I groaned as he banged me faster with his hand. He kissed me one last time and then moved his head down to my breasts kissing them before kissing his way down my body. He stuck his tongue into my bellybutton making me laugh before descending to my pussy. I held my breath as I what anticipated would happen next. He looked into my eyes and smiled before he took one glorious lick to my pussy. Gasping in pleasure I grabbed his head and wrapped my fingers into his short hair.

He started to tongue fuck me as he moved his thumb to my clit and rubbed it gently. I was getting so much pleasure I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was about to come and come hard. He could tell I was close so he moved his tongue faster and faster before I felt my orgasm coming. I gushed so much against his tongue as I moaned in pleasure. he kept licking and sucking me making me come even more.

“Oh god Zack.” I said as I caught my breath. He looked at me and smiled since I was so satisfied. I knew he had to be dying though. Time for him to get his I thought to myself.

He moved down to me and kissed me hard making me taste myself on his lips which turned me on even more. I flipped us over shocking him.

“Now It’s my turn.” I winked at him before kissing him on his chest. I started to lick his nipples and biting them gently. he moaned as I did this which made me want to please him more. I kissed his rock hard abs before taking his cock in my hands and stroking it lightly. I then blew on the tip before taking it into my mouth. I hardly ever did it for Stan because it never appealed to me which is probably why he went to a much younger woman. But with Zack I really wanted to do this for him.

I started to lick and suck him harder which he loved. I looked up at him and saw his lustful eyes staring back at me. He moved his hands to my hair and pulled on my hair gently. I could tell he was close so I moved my head quicker on his cock. He pulled me up and flipped us over again before pushing himself into me hard.

“Oh fuck Zack harder baby please go harder.” He thrusted the length of him back into me harder then the pervious time making me scream in pleasure. Never before had a man made me feel this way.

“Oh god Victoria you feel so damn good.” He pumped harder into me.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna come. Come with me please.” He pumped into me one last time before his hot cum went into my pussy. We both caught our breaths as he moved down on the bed next to me.

“God that was amazing.” He kissed my forehead before wrapping his arms around me tight.

“I have wanted to do this forever.”

“Me too.” I started thinking about watching him masturbate and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I moved up on my arm and looked at him.

“There is a hole in my wall and before I came over here, I watch you jack off. It was really hot.” He smiled because he knew that I knew I was the woman he was talking about.

“Well hopefully I won’t have to masturbate as much with you in my bed.” He kissed me deeply before we fell asleep.

Ever since that night we have been dating which will be a year soon. He makes me fell so alive and free I love it so I feel nothing for Stan but friendship and I know Zack and I’s relationship will last for a while and who knows maybe it might turn into something more.

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She couldn’t concentrate on dinner. She didn’t even know what she was eating. All she knew was that it was overwhelming her taste buds. It seemed that every nerve in her body was alive. The sex that she and her husband had just had in the closet had aroused her in such a way that all of her senses were on fire. She looked over at her husband sitting next to her. She admired the face that had won her over so many years before. She loved his deep blue eyes and that lopsided grin that appeared whenever he looked at her. As she stared at him, she was oblivious to the conversations going on around her until she heard her name being called.

“Kate, are you here?”

“Sorry dad, I was just thinking about something at work.” Out of the corner of her eye she caught the look of amusement on her husband’s face and blushed. “What were you saying?’

“I was saying that my granddaughter might like to stay over tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure.” She replied, a little too quickly. She tried not to sound excited, but she was still horny and the thought of having her husband to herself for the whole night sounded wonderful.

“Good, I’ll go tell her.” With that her father left the table to go dote on his little munchkin. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her leg. She looked over at her husband, who was deep in conversation with her sister, but his mind was definitely elsewhere. Clearly he had heard the exchange between her and her father and was just as excited as she was. Slowly his hand began making it way down her leg till it touched the bare skin of her knees. While still making a pretense of listening to some very long, very detailed story, his hand began to gently caress the inside of her thigh. It pushed her skirt up till it reached her panty-less crotch. He began to rub his fingers through the little bit of pubic hair she had let remain. She could feel herself beginning to sweat. A bead of moisture made its way down between her breasts. She could feel her nipples poking our through the corset she was wearing. His hand began to press stronger and lower bursa escort on her crotch. She quickly separated her legs to allow him better access to her cunt. She jumped a bit as the tips of his fingers grazed gently over her swollen clit. She closed her eyes and felt the heat in her loin’s burn. She started squirming in her chair.

“Are you all right dear?” her mom asked.

“Yeah, I think… just a little indigestion. I’ll be FINE.” The last came out a bit loud because his hands started to move a bit faster. The juice from her pussy had soaked both her legs and his fingers. She could feel an orgasm building inside of her. As his hands continued to covertly stimulate her she gripped the tablecloth tighter and finally exploded in a powerful climax. The fact that she was biting her tongue and forcing herself not to move only added to the waves of pleasure that swept through her. For the second time in about a half an hour she felt the blissful contentment that comes after cuming. She gently released her grip on the table.

“I fell better now.” She looked across the table and saw her older sister staring back at her. There were beads of sweat coming down her face and she was red. Gloria blushed as she realized that her sister had not been fooled. Then she started to fell hot again. Wow, what was wrong with her?

“Hey honey, do you mind if we went home.” She asked with a pleading in her voice.

“Absolutely!” He almost knocked over his glass as he bolted to his feet. The two of them quickly got their coats, said goodnight, and walked out the door. In the car, Gloria could barely keep herself from squirming.

“Is there something the matter with you?”

“Oh God, I am so horny. We haven’t had sex like that in years.” Yet again her pussy was wet and without any panties on the seat was getting wet too.

“What turned you on so much?”

“Well you for one thing. You just came out of no where. And then having Dizzy in the other room while you fucked me. And Cassie was watching while you fingered me at dinner. I think all of it is just a little too bursa escort bayan much for my poor pussy to handle.”

“She was watching huh?” Kate noticed that a bulge in his pants had formed.

“So is that turning you on too?”

“Yeah I guess it is. Looks like we both have a little exhibitionist in us.” Watching the bulge in his pants turn into a mountain sent her over the edge. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. She flipped her tongue over the head of his cock. He jerked suddenly and the car almost went off the road. Smiling she looked up at him.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh yeah!” With that positive feedback she plunged her entire mouth over his cock, swallowing it back. She began to bob her head up and down. She wrapped her tongue around his member and licked it from base to tip. He was shuddering with every touch. At that point they pulled up to their house. He pulled over and stopped the car. Gloria however continued to suck on him.

“This is incredible.” He hissed. “Don’t stop.” Kate started sucking him harder, while she held the base of his cock with her hand. She could feel his balls start to tighten.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum.” This only spurred her on more. “Don’t you want me to pull out?” he asked.

Keeping his cock on the tip in her mouth, she looked up at him. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your hot seed.” Hearing this sent him over the edge. He cried out as he pumped his sperm into her waiting mouth. His cum started oozing out the corners of her mouth and down the side of her face. When he finally stopped, she pulled his cock from her mouth and sat up. She looked into his shocked face and smiled.

“You never let me cum in your mouth.”

“I decided to finally give it a try. I actually kind of liked it. It tastes good.”

“I don’t think I can move.” He gasped.

“Shall we go inside?” She asked as she opened her door. She wiped the last of his cum off her face with her finger and licked it off. Mmmm, it was good. She could not escort bursa believe she hadn’t done that sooner. She pulled her keys of and unlocked the door. As she opened it she found herself forcibly shoved inside. She spun around only to feel herself lifted into her husband’s powerful arms. He carried her inside and laid her down on the staircase. He lowered his head in between her legs and smelled her sex. It was musky, yet sweet. Contrary to his wife, he had done this to her many time and he never had enough of it.

“Someone really needs to bottle you.” He mumbled into her waiting pussy. He nuzzled her clit with the tip of her nose. “You taste great.” He started to lick up one side of her vagina and down the other. With his tongue he traced the outlines of her clit and then slid the full length of it over her nub. She moaned and he applied more pressure on her clit. He used his tongue to trace the alphabet over her clit. He started writing ‘I love you’ over and over. After about the forth ‘I love you’ she arched her back and let out a loud groan. She started panting and sweat dripped off her breasts.

“No wait. I want to cum with you inside of me.”

“Okay.” He scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. They went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. The street light peeped in thought the shades and faintly illuminated her tight body. Her breasts rose like hills over her chest with her nipples peaking over them. He slowly climbed on top of her and entered her. His long think penis filled her up completely. His began to piston in and out of her. His hands grazed her thigh and lifted her leg. She wrapped it around his back and pulled him deep into her. She grabbed onto his ass and started pulling up to meet his thrusts. His lips kissed the softness of her neck and trailed down to her breasts. He put her nipples between his teeth and gave them a slight tug. Beneath him she gasped and arched her back. He started pumping faster and harder. His dick was starting to swell even more inside of her. Their sweat was mingling. She started wriggling underneath him. She felt her climax start again. For the third time that night she screamed in pleasure. She felt his muscles tighten and he shot his load up inside of her. They both collapsed in exhaustion and fell asleep in each others arms.

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Disclaimer: All persons involved in any sexual situation are 18 years of age or more. The following story is pure fantasy.

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I tossed and turned for a long time after my enlightening chat with Dottie. Her news about Dad was startling and made me pretty upset but I’m glad she trusted me enough to tell. I stared at the ceiling in my dark room, the music on my radio just barely audible (“There is no pain, you are receding/A distant ship, smoke on the horizon/You are only coming through in waves/Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying…”) Dottie came to me because the news was going to burst out of her and she knew that I loved her and I loved our father. It was difficult to absorb the significance of her words; I was having a very difficult time wrapping my brain around them. My dad watched Dottie undressing? On more than one occasion? I know he missed Mom but he could have easily gotten someone to take care of those urges. He was a tall, good-looking guy with a good job and a nice house.

And a daughter who is a perfect 10.

How could I truly be upset with my Dad if I had experienced those same feelings? She’s so beautiful and sweet and smart. Who knows how many buckets I’ve figuratively filled with visions of Dottie running through my perverted, lust-filled brain? I sometimes think how much easier it would be if she was just a bitch or something, just tits with legs. Not as simple as that, unfortunately. She was a sweet girl with a beautiful soul.

And her attitude about the whole thing! She wasn’t angry or even disturbed in the slightest. “I still love him.” “It’s just what guys do, I guess.” “Guys get boners.” And then when she flipped up her shirt and showed me her blue panties… Oh god, if I wasn’t already hard at that moment… I could still hear her feet padding lightly down the stairs when I pulled my dick out and furiously punished it. By the time she turned the TV on I was spraying cum all over my left foot. Usually I like to draw it out and enjoy it, going through my expansive file of Dottie fap fantasies, but I just needed to blow one out.

I should have just taken her up on her offer to watch a movie. And done what? Just watched a movie? Confessed my eternal and undying love? Grabbed a tit? None of those would have happened, of course. I would have sat on the couch with her and tried, with the lights off, to get a quick glance at her boobs. Or maybe stared longlingly at her butt as she walked into the kitchen for a drink. But it would all have ended the same way: in my room, lying in bed, dick in hand, Dottie fap fantasy file
02 at bat and

92 on deck.

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TAP TAP TAP

My eyes flew open. Glancing over to my night stand I saw it was 2:02 am. I could hear branches outside my window being pushed around by the wind. I shivered and realized I was lying naked on top of my covers.

TAP TAP TAP

I quickly shuffled under the covers and pulled them tight over me. “Yeah?” My voice was like tires on gravel.

Dottie poked her head in to see me smoothing the covers over myself. There was that smile. “Did I interrupt anything?”

“Yes!” I said a little too harshly. “Sleep.”

She slipped quietly in and moved across the floor to sit in the wing-back chair next to my bed. She pulled her feet up under her perfect butt and sighed. She wore no makeup and her hair was a bit of a mess but still she looked like a goddess.

“I’m sorry to wake you but I still wanted to talk.” She had a big smile on her face but her eyes showed something else. Melancholy? It was an expression so rarely seen on Dottie’s beautiful face, I couldn’t quite place it. “You didn’t come downstairs, Peter. I waited forever.”

I felt an instant pang of regret. I should have gone downstairs and suffered through a movie with her. I should have just dealt with whatever inane, sappy rom-com she put on. I should have been an adult and ignored the smell of raspberries from her shower, the vision of perfection sitting next to me on the couch and my inevitable erection. But I didn’t. I stayed in my room like a pussy, whacked-off to thoughts of rubbing my dick on Dottie’s ass, then laid on my bed, remorseful and sullen, picking my way through the conversation we had had earlier in the night.

“Sorry, Dottie. I told you I was tired. I’d been studying for over four hours for finals and my brain was like Jell-O. I crashed as soon as you left my room.”

“I know,” she said, wiggling her cute little toes, which of course brought my attention to her butt on top of them, “I was just enjoying talking to my best friend.” She smiled warmly. Then she threw on a more serious face. “Look. I started feeling guilty about our conversation earlier, which is why I was hoping you would have come downstairs. I’d been wanting to tell you about Dad for a long time and I finally couldn’t wait anymore. It just sort of burst out of me.”

I cleared my throat. “Dottie you don’t bursa escort have to explain yourself.”

“I know. The moment I went downstairs I started feeling regret that I had said anything at all. It wasn’t fair to you.” She could see me start to protest and raised a hand. “I know, big brother, protector, all that jazz. But I could have gone to the grave with that knowledge and it would not have changed who I am at all. Dad did what he did but I’m not mad at him at all! My childhood is not scarred and it’s not something that’s going to stop me from intimacies as I get older or any of that nonsense. Maybe if he’d said, ‘Nice ass, hot-stuff’ or tried to molest me or something, it might be different. I don’t know.”

“I understand and you’re being remarkably mature about it. I just hope there’s nothing lurking below the surface that will rise up and cause my sudden castration or something.” I smiled weakly.

Dottie laughed. “No, we don’t want that thing gone before it’s been put to good use.” She smiled at my obvious discomfort. “Speaking of which, how long has it been since you’ve been on a date? I know you’ve been trying to be serious about school but a young man’s got to sow his wild oats, right? That’s what I hear.”

“Ugh!” I flopped my arms to my sides. “Let’s not have this conversation.”

“Hey, I just want my big brother to be happy. Is there no co-ed that’s caught your eye? It’s a big school. Surely there’s someone?”

I started counting off on my fingers and saying quietly, “One…two…three…” Then I looked over to Dottie. “Nope. No one.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I’m sure there’s a girl out there somewhere for you.” She put her chin on her hand. “I know there is.” She suddenly shivered. “It’s freezing in this room. I wish Aunt Dorothy wasn’t so weird about the heat in this place. How can we predict this crappy weather? ‘Just put on a sweater, doll-face!’ It’s May, almost summer!” She pointed to the other side of my bed. “Can I use your afghan?”

I grabbed the blanket and tossed it to her. She spread it over her legs and I was sad to see them go. “So tell me, Peter. Why do you have such a hard time getting a girlfriend? It doesn’t make any sense. You’re funny, mostly smart…” She smirked at me. “…and you’re very handsome. Plus, you play the guitar! I mean, come on!”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tease me, Dottie. I’m just a guy, always in the friend-zone. I guess I’m ‘safe’.” That sounded so pathetic actually coming out of my mouth but it was true. At least half of my friends were girls, most attractive, and they were completely out of my reach.

“That’s ridiculous, Peter.” She honestly looked surprised to hear me say that. Sweet Dottie. “You’re tall, have great hair, great skin, just the right amount of muscle, nice butt…” She giggled at that. “And remember,” she added, glancing down my blanket-covered body, “I’ve seen what you’re packing down there.” She covered her smile with her hand.

“Oh my lord, Dottie,” I said but couldn’t help but let a smile cross my face. “Maybe you need glasses. Plus, you know, I was a little revved-up at that moment and, you know, most dicks look a little more impressive in that state. Besides,” I added, turning on my side to face her, “How would you know what to compare it to? How expansive is your first-hand penis knowledge?”

Again, she giggled. “Virtually non-existent, as you very well know, Peter Harper.”

“Virtually?”

She looked up at the ceiling. “Well, Michael Janycz put my hand on his crotch when we went to the movies. I was so embarrassed and just let it sit there without moving. I don’t want to be mean because he really was a nice guy but he seemed…” She paused. “…really…small. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! He just kept looking at my hand while breathing heavy and then he stood up quickly to go to the restroom. I’m pretty sure he came in his pants.” She shook her head. “And when Molly and I went to that concert at the college last month, remember we took the bus? It was so crowded and there was a guy standing right behind me who was rubbing himself against my butt. It was kind of gross, he was not much taller than me and like 50 and reeked of cigarettes. It was really hard to tell but his dick felt gigantic, like he had a flashlight in his pocket or something. And…” She paused, obviously embarrassed. “Peter, I swear I’m not a sicko or anything so please don’t think this is weird but I really like having my butt touched. It kinda tickles, in a good way. Most guys are afraid to do it I think. It’s probably poor form for me to just yell out, ‘someone please fondle my ass!’ Maybe they’re afraid I’ll hit them or something. Or maybe they’re afraid of my big brother.” She smiled warmly at me. “Anyway, besides that there’s just the freaks on the internet that Molly made me look at. Gross. So I can honestly say, with full confidence, that your dick is easily the biggest and most impressive tool I’ve ever seen in real life.” bursa escort bayan

It was a good thing that I had turned to the side at that moment because my dick really started to get an influx of blood. The thought of touching, squeezing, massaging, and groping Dottie’s butt invaded my thoughts. I’m sure I had a very distracted and distant look on my face because Dottie tilted her head and said, “Peter?” I shook my head, snapping out of my reverie. “Thoughts? Comments? Observations?”

“What do you mean? About Daddy Big-Dick on the bus? About Michael Hair-Trigger? Or about the fact that you like to be felt up?”

“Peter, don’t tease me.” She blushed. “It’s kind of embarrassing. Most girls my age have had at least some experience with guys. At least a little back-seat groping, usually more. Did you know Molly once blew two guys at the same time? Serious. College guys. I was at the same party. I went to find a bathroom and opened a door and there she was on her knees. I couldn’t see anything, they were facing away from me but she sure seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking one while stroking the other. It was very noisy and wet, lots of soggy smacking sounds, whimpers and moans. I only saw for like a few seconds.” She blushed. “Well maybe a little longer than that. It was hard to not stare all bug-eyed, you know? While I was standing there, for just a minute, I swear, one of the guys, you know, I think, um, finished in her mouth. She kind of choked a little bit but then looked up and said, ‘Thank you.’ She didn’t say anything about it later and I didn’t ask. I know for a fact she hadn’t even been drinking that night. She’s such a slut! I don’t even know why I hang out with her. We’re so different.” She paused and looked thoughtfully at me. “You know I’m not like that, right? I have active hormones like everyone else my age but I refuse to just jump into bed with anyone for the sake of doing it. I don’t HAVE to have anyone else; I know where all the best places to touch are. It would be nice to have a good guy that I trust and wouldn’t rush me and maybe wouldn’t mind rubbing my butt from time to time…” She paused. “…to time. It’s not so weird, is it? Most people like to be touched right? It’s not like touching my ass sends me into a screaming orgasm or anything, it just feels nice.”

I was so mesmerized by listening to her talk that I realized suddenly I hadn’t said anything in awhile. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. With a butt like yours, I’m sure you would have more than enough takers.” Oh shit, did I just say that?

Dottie laughed merrily. “Did my big brother just compliment my butt?”

I tried to cover with a quick back-track. “No! I’m just saying, with a basic understanding of artistic lines and aesthetics, you are probably just inherently shaped…in a pleasing…” I stuttered horribly and sounded completely ridiculous.

“Peter Harper thinks I have a nice butt!”

“Aesthetics!”

She stopped laughing and just looked at me lovingly. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing you. You have very aesthetically pleasing lines as well.” I slapped my hand over my eyes. “Last one! I promise!” She shivered again and pulled the afghan up to her neck. “Brrrr! How can you stand this? It’s freezing in here.” She glanced under the blanket. “Maybe I should put on a parka or something.” She looked back up and locked me in a gaze. “And were you at some point going to tell me my tits were locked and loaded?”

“Huh?”

She pulled the afghan back down and pointed at her boobs. Sure enough, her nipples were threatening to rip a hole right through her T-shirt. How had I not noticed that? Her very impressive breasts were topped with small areolas and nipples slightly bigger than a pencil eraser. All were there for me to see. Her T-shirt now fit so tightly that I could see the tiny bumps around her areola. It was magnificent.

I must have been lying there with my mouth hanging open (hopefully no drool?) because Dottie laughed lightly and said, “Yes, apparently you can see it now.” She ran one hand over her left tit. “Which just proves my point: it’s freezing in here!” I couldn’t help but notice she made no attempt to cover herself back up. I was so profoundly aroused at that moment that if I touched myself with just one finger I would have gone off like a fire-hose, all over my nicely cleaned and pressed sheets.

Dottie pointed at my bed. “Can you scooch over? Can I lay next to you?” She stood and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Dottie, I…” I began nervously.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, you know, I was sleeping when you got here and, um, well, I sleep with not a lot of clothes, like in this case, none…”

She looked surprised but smiled. “It’s freezing and you’re sleeping in your birthday suit?”

“Well, I didn’t think it was that cold when I fell asleep. Plus, I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“You continually surprise me, Peter Harper. Well, scooch over anyway. escort bursa I’ll stay on top of the covers.” She smiled in her teasing way. “We certainly wouldn’t want our naughty bits accidentally touching, would we?”

Wouldn’t we? “Of course not. I just thought you should know before you laid down.”

“Well, thanks for letting me know.” She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with both hands and made to pull it up. “I suppose I’m over-dressed though…” She laughed and let go of her shirt. “Psych! Just kidding! I wouldn’t do that to you, Peter. I love you!” When she let go of her shirt it didn’t quite settle all the way down to her thighs and I was given a breathtaking view between her legs. I tried to tear my eyes away. I swear I tried! She caught my look and glanced down. “Oops. My big brother can see I’m wearing his favorite blue panties.” She smiled and pulled her T-shirt down further. “Now scoot over, I’m freezing! Don’t worry, I’ll stay on top.” I scooted over a couple feet and she lay down next to me and covered herself with my afghan. “You can trust me. But you better watch which direction that boner is pointing; I don’t want it poking me all night long.”

Again she left me flustered and stuttering. “Dottie, I…”

“It’s okay, Peter. I could see it the moment I walked in your room. You create a pretty impressive tent in the covers.” She angled herself so we were sharing the same pillow. She just looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Oh god, she smelled so good.

“Sorry about the little fellah down there,” I said. “He has a tendency to show up at pretty inopportune times.”

“Like when you’re lying in bed with a half-dressed pretty girl? Sounds like the perfectly opportune time for him to rear his head. Too bad the girl just happens to be your sister, huh?”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Too bad.”

She looked at me with complete seriousness and said, “If you want, I could close my eyes and cover my ears and you can take care of him. Really. I don’t mind. It’s what you’d probably do if I wasn’t here, right?” I could see from her expression that she was 100% serious and genuinely cared about my unfortunate condition.

“Oh Dottie, I’m not going to jerk-off with my sister next to me.” I tried desperately to hide my excitement.

“Are you sure? I don’t want that big guy slithering over here and poking me in the butt or something.”

I tried to laugh it off but I had a real diamond-cutter working. I so desperately wanted to reach down and grab my dick but the truth was, I was surprised I hadn’t already cum just from all the sexy talk. Seriously, I was so on edge the slightest amount of physical stimulation would have made me blow. I’m glad Dottie felt so comfortable with me that she could talk about these things without being judged or laughed at or made to feel what she was feeling was negative in any way.

“No, I think I’ll be okay.” The truth was, of course, that it was doubtful I would be getting any more sleep at all with Dottie lying so close and my erection threatening to run out of skin.

“I’m sorry if my talk has made you uncomfortable,” she said, putting her head on my shoulder and putting her face close to my neck. “It makes me happy that I’m able to talk to you about these things. It’s super-important you understand I told you about Dad not because I was angry or sad or anything, just simply because I wanted to finally tell someone. I pray it doesn’t effect your opinion of him. He was still a great man and father and I want your memories of him to be positive.” She tilted her head up closer to my face. “And Mom, too!” Her exclamation caused her sweet breath to tickle my ear in a very delightful way. I was fairly sure I was dripping pre-cum at that moment. “I miss her so much, too. Even with her craziness, she taught me so much about life and being a woman. She taught me how to be a good student, the importance of family, how to dress appropriately when my body started to change. She took me to get my first bra, of course, which we didn’t realize at the time was going to require so much work, my boobs growing so quickly. For a little while, I didn’t think they were going to stop!” She smiled up at me. “You may have noticed.”

I cleared my throat. “I guess I never really paid attention to those things when you were young. I guess I tried pretending I had something more interesting going on in my life at that time.”

“And now?”

“Now what?” I looked at her out the corner of my eye.

“What about now? Now that I’m an adult? Do you pay attention to those things now?” She cuddled a little closer, her left knee bent and moving within inches of my poor cock. “I know I’m just your annoying little sister but do you notice now? I try to not let it matter what people think of how I look but it’s important to me to know what you see when you look at me.”

My throat felt dry and my heart was beating hard. “Dottie, this is awkward for me. You know I think you’re beautiful but it’s hard for me to say without seeming like some kind of sicko perv.”

“Oh, Peter, you know I would never think that! I think you’re an amazing brother and nothing you say or do would ever, ever change that fact.”

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All of our previous writings have been in the form of memoirs. In them, all of the events described took place decades ago, however, this account is a little more contemporary. I will provide a overview for anyone unfamiliar with our background, if you are familiar with our story, you can skip this section and scroll down until you see ‘END INTRO’.

My wife Audrey and I met at a nudist resort decades ago. We had sex together for the first time at that resort as part of what was also our mutual introduction to the partner swapping lifestyle. Whilst we enjoyed the experience, we both had partners at the time and we went our separate ways.

Through a series of seemingly random events, we ended up single and at the same party one day. One thing lead to another and several decades later we have two wonderful daughters and a grand-daughter. We are nudists and we raised our girls to be nudists too. This brings me to my sister.

My sister Wendy and I spent the majority of our childhood as I imagine most siblings did: alternating between being best friends and mortal enemies. Even though I caught her with chocolate all over her hands and face, to this day, she refuses to admit that she stole, and devoured, my secret stash of chocolates. I hope that the sneaky little bitch got a stomach ache, but I digress.

As we got older and matured, we weren’t super-close, but we got on well enough and enjoyed each other’s company. Having our parents both pass away relatively early by today’s standards also meant that we were the only close family that we had left. Our parents got to see my sister and I marry our respective spouses, but were gone before any grand children came along.

At least once a year or so, we would try to get our families together. She had moved away with her husband Richard so we needed to consider the logistics carefully. Flying time was about two hours, driving time was practically a whole day, pedal to the metal with a few ten minute stops for voiding ones bladder and changing drivers. Often, we would compromise and pick somewhere roughly equidistant between us and meet there.

Regardless of the arrangements, it was always my family that would end up wearing clothes. Our youngest daughter accepted this without too much fuss, but our oldest daughter was not so inclined. When we had returned to our accommodation for the evening, she would strip as fast as she could, almost defying us to tell her to put some clothes on. Clothed joint family activities were the norm until one year when my sister turned up at my front door stark naked.

Unbeknownst to my wife and I, Wendy and Richard had recently experienced some social nudity with some friends. As their level of comfort grew, this evolved to a far more intimate relationship with their friends culminating with my sister and her husband engaging in their first full partner swap with their friends.

With their new found love of naturism, my sister and her husband had decided that during their next visit to my house, they would join us in being naked instead of us covering up. This all went fairly well until my wife saw the size of my brother-in-law’s penis for the first time and decided that she simply had to try it out.

I was perfectly happy for my brother-in-law and my wife to have sex. As swingers, I have seen my wife have sex with other men many times. I was not, however, expecting the proposition that accompanied that. My sister, not wanting to be left out, wanted me to have sex with her. I was more than a little reluctant at first, but she talked me around and we eventually discovered that we were very compatible sexually.

From there on, whenever the four of us would get together, we would pair up. We knew that it was socially taboo, but we developed a wonderfully liberating sexual relationship with the enthusiastic encouragement of both of our spouses. Technically, she was still my sister and I was still her brother, but we treated our relationship as we would any other consensual sexual liaison.

This arrangement continued for a large number of years until my brother-in-law became unexpected sick and passed away. Without ever needing to discuss it, the sex stopped and we became ordinary siblings again. That is, until 2020.

END INTRO

As I am sure most of you are aware, 2020 has been a year plagued by social upheaval. Although Wendy still had friends in her area, the isolation imposed by the public health situation as well as the fact that her sons had moved away to pursue their careers had left Wendy quite alone. Skype helped, but was of only limited relief. Audrey and I decided that for her own well-being, Wendy should move in with us for the time being.

Wendy obtained all of the required paperwork from the relevant health authorities and then drove from her house to our house non-stop except for the occasional toilet break. For the first two weeks, she was quarantined in our ‘guest wing’. We ensured that she had all of the food and supplies that she needed, but now, we could talk with her face-to-face. We still kept our distance and wore masks as required when in closer proximity, bursa escort but once she had been cleared, she joined us in the main house.

It was not so much odd, but unusual to be naked with my sister again. Seeing her in clothes had sort of become normal again since Richard’s death. Wendy, as far as I could tell, was happy to have a bit of normalcy back in her life, even if that was living with her nudest brother and sister-in-law.

We did offer to allow Wendy to remain in the guest wing, but she was adamant that she wanted to move into the main house with us. Neither Hannah nor Romana had lived with us for years, so Wendy had the choice of either room so she pick Hannah’s as it was furnished with the bigger bed.

A few days after Wendy had transitioned to the main house, we were sitting around the pool in the sun, attired as comes naturally for us nudist types. Wendy had always been slightly more pale than either Audrey or I. She was even more pale than when we last saw her naked, so we made sure to keep reminding her to reapply her sunscreen.

Wendy had expelled us from our own kitchen and had brewed an absolute kick-arse pot of tea. She had acquired a packet of her favourite loose leaf blend prior to leaving home and fastidiously ensured that it steeped for the required duration before pouring cups for all of us.

“Do you know that I read your memoirs?” Wendy asked me.

“No, I didn’t. What did you think?” I responded trying to conceal any enthusiasm.

“It certainly filled in a lot of the blanks for me, it explained a lot. However, the final chapter was a little confronting to read.” Wendy said.

“It was a little confronting to write too.” I replied.

“I imagine it might have been.” Wendy said thoughtfully taking her first sip.

Both Audrey and I tried our tea and it was surprisingly good.

“Not only did you and I discover our taste for ‘forbidden fruit’, but you mentioned Richard’s passing without mentioning that week at the resort.” Wendy said.

“Wendy, that was just before Richard got sick. We thought that perhaps that was a step too far.” Audrey said coming to my defence.

“Oh poppycock!” Wendy said waving her hand as if to swat an unruly fly.

“What do you mean?” Audrey asked.

“In the time that I had left with him after that trip, Richard would often fondly recall that week.” Wendy told us.

“Really, I did not realise that.” I said genuinely.

“Listen,” Wendy started, “one day when Richard was in hospital, I walked into his room and he was sitting up in bed with his eyes closed, his head rocking from side to side.”

Continuing, “One of the nursing staff said that they were adjusting his pain meds and that he could be slightly incoherent until they dialled in on the right dose. To me, it looked like he was listening to music, but he did not have any headphones on and there was no music playing elsewhere. I walked over and touched his hand. He opened his eyes and smiled immediately.”

“So he knew it was you?” Audrey asked.

“Yes, he clearly knew who I was. Anyway, I asked him what he was listening to and he started to sing: ‘Turtle Beach, far away in time, Turtle Beach, far away in time’.”

“Isn’t it ‘Echo Beach’?” I asked.

“Yes it is, but he was singling ‘Turtle Beach’ instead. You remember the hike to Turtle Beach?” Wendy said.

“Of course.” I responded.

“Well luckily, none of the medical staff understood the exact context.” Wendy said.

We sipped at our tea in quiet contemplation for a short time before Wendy said, “Would you write a chapter on our hike to Turtle Beach Ben?”

“I suppose so, but I thought that the day in the private Villa would have been more memorable for him.” I replied.

“Perhaps you could write about both?” she helpfully suggested.

“Mmmm” I said taking another sip.

“Something else puzzles me about your memoirs.” Wendy said.

“What’s that?” Audrey asked.

“How did you select the pseudonyms? I mean, I know how you came up with ‘Ben’ and ‘Audrey’ and I can make a pretty good guess at where you got ‘Richard’ from.” Wendy said.

“So what’s missing?” Audrey asked.

“It’s ‘Wendy’. Where did you get the name ‘Wendy’ from? The only ‘Wendy’ that I can remember lived across the street a few houses along from the intersection. I think that we had some classes together too.” Wendy said sounding rather puzzled.

“Well. The relationship that I have with you is something that is not made public.” I said.

“Oh no! You and Wendy?” Wendy exclaimed.

I just smiled and said nothing savouring my tea.

“Oh fuck! Of course! Biology class all makes sense now! I thought that she had simply read ahead when we did the chapter on the male reproductive system.” Wendy said as the scenario took shape in her head.

“You randy little bugger! She got all of that knowledge first-hand from you, didn’t she?” Wendy asked.

I just quietly sipped my tea again and smile a devious smile. Wendy looked over to Audrey who avoided the topic and took another sip of her tea. Frustrated, Wendy saw that neither Audrey bursa escort bayan nor I were going to answer, so she too took another sip from her cup and dropped the subject.

“Since Richard died, I have been trying to find out what my new ‘normal’ looks like.” Wendy said looking at Audrey.

“That’s perfectly understandable. Loosing a life partner is a big upheaval and it will naturally take some time for you to adjust to it.” Audrey replied before sipping her tea and raising her eyebrows at the sudden change in subject.

“I’ve taken care of all of the administrative things like bank accounts, insurance, car registration, utility bills, etc. What I still find to be somewhat undefined are some of the relationships.” Wendy explained.

“What kind of relationships are you talking about?” Audrey inquired.

“I know that considering my age and gender, what I am about to say puts me way above one standard deviation from the mean, but I don’t want my ‘new normal’ to also include celibacy.” Wendy said.

“Well I’d be right beside you on the bell curve too I suspect. Listen Wendy, I think that if Richard could say anything to you right now, he would probably say that he just wants you to be happy. Do you agree?” Audrey stated.

“I suppose so, yes.” Wendy replied.

“If you don’t want celibacy to be part of your new normal, then it’s up to you to see that it isn’t.” Audrey said.

“Well as you probably remember, when Richard was alive, the four of us had an extremely intimate, if somewhat unconventional, relationship.” Wendy said.

“Yes, it was quite enjoyable. That last week together at the resort was very memorable.” Audrey agreed.

“I know that there are only three of us now, but I was wondering if the both of you would be, um, interested in perhaps exploring some, um, possibilities.” Wendy suggested shyly.

“What did you, um, have in mind?” Audrey asked.

“Well, I thought that maybe I could masturbate or something while I watched you and Ben have sex for starters.” Wendy proposed.

“We would certainly have no problem with that, but why not aim a little higher?” Audrey asked.

“Higher? In what way?” Wendy said looking confused.

“Did you enjoy having sex with your brother?” Audrey asked.

“Indeed I did, every time he entered me, the feeling was almost euphoric.” Wendy replied staring into her, teacup idly running her finger around the rim.

“So how about we change your plan, only slightly. How about you and Ben have sex and I will watch you guys?” Audrey proposed.

“Do you think that he would be willing?” Wendy asked seeming unsure.

“Why don’t we ask him? Ben, would you like to fuck your sister again?” Audrey asked turning to me.

“Oh, I don’t know.” I paused to take a thoughtful sip of my tea before finishing with, “If you think it would help, I suppose I could try.”

“You arsehole!” Audrey said.

“Me? No!” I replied in mock protest.

“You’ve been eager to get back at it with Wendy for years.” Audrey rebuked.

Somewhat relieved Wendy said, “Well, why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“We thought about it.” Audrey said.

“But we weren’t sure if you were ready or not. You’ve been through a lot and we didn’t want to push things.” I added.

“Listen, I know that it used to be the four of us, and now it’s only the three of us, but we get along well enough that we’ll be able to find something that works for all of us.” Wendy said.

“So, with that taken care of, when would you like to start?” Audrey asked.

“Well, if it’s OK with you two, as soon as we finish our tea.” Wendy said with a big smile.

Hearing this, I stood up, downed the rest of my tea in one gulp and said, “Ahhhhh, delicious!” before placing my teacup next to the pot.

Seeing my reaction, Wendy too stood, downed her tea and said, “Superb! Anyone for up for a little consensual incest?” before placing her cup next to mine and taking one step towards me.

“You two are the worst fucking perverts I’ve ever met, I swear.”, Audrey said, “I’m going to finish my tea, but if you two want to get started, don’t let me stop you.”

“Would you like me to give you head dear brother?” Wendy asked enthusiastically.

“I thought that perhaps I could go down on you first dear sister.” I replied.

“Out here or in the bedroom?” Wendy asked.

“Ladies’ choice.” said with a bow.

“It’s more comfortable on the bed, let’s go in there.” Wendy said as she held her hand out to me.

I took her hand and guided her towards the house so that she was slightly in front of me. As she reached just the right spot, I let go and slapped her on the arse.

“Ooo!” Wendy said as she took a little jump forward.

“Fucking perverts!” I heard Audrey say from behind as Wendy and I entered the house.

Wendy and I made our way into the master bedroom and moved to opposite sides of the bed. As we coordinated our efforts to remove to top covers in unison, Wendy said, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”

“I can’t wait be inside you again.” I said as we piled the covers escort bursa neatly on the floor at the end of the bed.

“You realise that this will be my first time with anyone since Richard?” Wendy asked standing to look me in the face.

“I’m honoured that you chose me.” I replied stepping towards my sister.

She took a step towards me and kissed me on the lips saying, “I can not think of anyone more appropriate.”

We embraced and kissed tenderly for some time before Wendy pushed back and said, “Didn’t you mention going down on me a while ago?”

“Indeed I did!” I replied pointing towards the bed.

Wendy took her place on the bed, legs raised, ready for me to commence.

I’ve always enjoyed looking at female genitalia. Male genitalia is on display 24/7, what you see is what you get. Female genitalia on the other hand, are removed from display, full of mystery and hidden passages. A thick covering of hair conceals the exquisite labyrinth that lays beyond leading to not only pleasure, but also new life itself.

As I crouched at the end of the bed with my sister’s pussy on full display before me to behold, covered in a patchwork of salt and pepper coloured pubic hair. I marvelled at its beauty and allowed myself to become intoxicated by its unique aroma. My experience heightened by the knowledge that to the majority of society, what we were doing was taboo, abhorrent, worthy of shunning. To us, it was once a perfectly natural and precious part of who we were, a part that we hoped to regain.

“Having second thoughts?” Wendy asked bringing me back to reality.

“What? Oh no. No no, sorry, I was just enjoying the view. It’s been so long since we’ve done this. I was just savouring the moment.” I replied.

“Perving at your sister’s pussy again are you?” Wendy asked.

“You know me so well.” I replied.

“We’re in no rush, enjoy the view for as long as you like.” Wendy said spreading her legs slightly wider and wiggling herself closer to me.

“Promise me one thing will you?” Wendy continued.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Once you’re nice and hard, you’ll let me play with you for a while before we finally fuck.” Wendy said.

“It’s a deal.” I said as I lowered myself towards her.

I kissed my sister gently on her clitoris and she sighed a sigh of contentment as I started tease her with my tongue and lips.

“Did I miss anything?” Audrey asked as she entered the bedroom.

“Not much, we were just getting started.” Wendy responded.

“Mind if I watch?” Audrey asked as she took up a position cross-legged on the bed level with Wendy’s torso.

“Please do. I’d love to have an audience.” Wendy replied.

As I started to get into the swing of things, Wendy was showing all of the key signs of enjoying herself. It had been many years since I had eaten her out and she was moaning and groaning and playing with her nipples just like she used to.

“Do you like it when your brother eats you out Wendy?” Audrey asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” was all that Wendy could moan as I sucked on her clitoris.

I was finger-fucking her as well and I could tell that she was close to coming so I picked up the pace a little.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” Audrey said, but Wendy did not respond as Audrey moved along the bed until she was beside me.

“Come on Ben, make your sister come for me.” Audrey said encouragingly.

At that moment, Wendy took in two sharp breaths and relaxed her whole body saying simply, “Oh fuck.”

“Well done honey!” Audrey said, “One order of sibling orgasm has been served.”

I pulled away from Wendy’s heaving body as she laid there obviously enjoying her post-orgasmic high.

“Would you like me to do you next?” I asked my wife.

“Thanks for offering honey, but I want to see that hard dick of yours in your sister’s mouth. Once she catches her breath, that is.” Audrey responded.

“We could do both.” I suggested.

“Not this time, I want to watch you two get reacquainted.” she replied.

“Did someone mention fellatio?” Wendy asked as she rolled over and got up off the bed.

“I want to watch you suck his dick.” Audrey announced without fanfare.

“I think that can be arranged.” Wendy said as she moved in front of me.

Wendy wrapped her lips around my semi-hard penis and began to suck ferociously. I was fully hard in no time and with Audrey’s encouragement, Wendy had me almost coming before I knew it. Luckily, Wendy stopped just a few seconds before the point of no return and I watched my penis, covered in my sister’s saliva, bob up and down slightly trying to regain its composure.

“That was close.” Audrey said.

“I wanted to get him almost all of the way there, but not quite.” Wendy responded.

“Well, mission accomplished.” I said, “A few seconds more and I’d have shot my load in your mouth.”

“No time for chit chat.” Wendy said as she positioned herself on the bed, “I want your come in my pussy!”

Positioning myself on top of my sister, I penetrated her quickly and started thrusting like there was no tomorrow. Audrey was to my side and had reached behind me and taken hold of my scrotum. I wasn’t counting, but I probably got in about twelve, perhaps fourteen, thrusts before I let loose and inseminated my sister with all that I had.

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This story isn’t in my typical wheel house but a reader requested it, provided me with intriguing details, and here we are…

As always, comments are appreciated. Anonymous trollish comments are not and will be deleted.

*****

Janette 38

Jennifer 35

Lisa 30

Heather 28

Jessica 21

***

“Shoot!” Janette Browning threw down some clothes in disgust. “I can’t believe our medical bag is missing.”

“Don’t worry about it sis.” Her youngest sister, Heather, said as she gave Janette a soft punch in the arm. “Who needs the pill? It’s Sisters’ Week. We’ll just make sure none of us will jump our husbands for a week when we get back. As for aspirin or anything. Well, they have pharmacies here.”

Janette blushed and Lisa, the middle sister, laughed. At that moment, Jessica walked in. She saw Janette blushing and ducked her head down and blushed.

Heather took charge. “Oh my god, you two blush more than a virgin on her wedding night! Let’s hurry up and unpack so we can have some fun.”

Janette returned to the bedroom she was sharing with Jessica and the two continued to unpack. Janette, Jennifer, Lisa and Heather had been taking weeklong vacations for six year running. The sisters had always been close, but now that they were all married, it was harder to find time together. Sisters’ Week had been Lisa’s idea and they all loved being able to take a break from their family life to lie around in the sun and gossip.

This time, their circle had been expanded to include Jessica. Jessica was Janette’s niece and she had just turned 21. She was always so quiet at family gatherings that Janette had felt a special place in her heart for the young woman and had invited her in hopes of getting a chance to chat with her.

Even though Janette was the oldest, she had always felt a little timid next to her three more extroverted sisters. But she didn’t mind. She liked being the one behind the scenes and could tell Jessica was the same way.

For this year’s Sister Week, they had booked a private house on the beach at St. Martin’s. The Caribbean waters lapped less than fifty feet from their door.

“Wh-what were the guys laughing about?” Jessica asked softly.

Janette turned and shook her head. “Just about birth control pills. The bag that had our supply is missing.”

“I – I can’t even use them.” Jessica’s face turned a bright red. “I’m allergic to the pill and to latex as well.”

Janette looked down at her niece. Jessica was a tall, sweet looking woman. She was about 5’9″, long brown hair and the good looks of a girl next door. And the body to match, Janette admitted to herself. Flat stomach, perky breasts (maybe a C cup?) and wide hips. She sighed and touched her own stomach that wasn’t as flat since she had her first child seven years ago. “Must be tough being a newly wed then.”

Jessica looked up at that and smiled. “Well, we’ve been careful, making sure it’s the right time of the month. And we’re meeting with a doctor next week to discuss some other options.”

“What are you two doing in there!” Heather yelled. “Get your suits on. It’s time to swim.”

Janette and Jessica quickly put on their suits and joined Jennifer, Lisa and Heather outside. The sun was bright and the water was a deep blue that slowly faded to a bright, emerald green as it rolled onto the beach.

Of course Lisa and Heather were wearing bikinis. Lisa got divorced three years ago and had since become an avid work runner. She was already tan and had long slender legs that made her seem taller than her 5’6″ frame. At 30, Lisa said she was in the best shape of her life and she looked it. She was flatchested like all the sisters, but had a cute smile and eyes that shone with laughter.

Heather was most beautiful of the group. At 28, she had never been married and accentuated her beautiful face with fashionable makeup and the latest clothes. She was also the tallest sister at 5’9″ with long hair with highlights. Her ass was her best asset, and her thong bikini showed it off.

Jennifer was more conservative and wore a one-piece. At 35 and a mother, she couldn’t quite compete with Lisa, Heather and Jessica. But she had a maturing beauty about her. She was maybe 125lbs and 5’6. Her suit was conservative, but her long nipples were hard from the water and strong legs flashed in the water.

Janette smoothed her own one-piece over her stomach. Her husband always insisted she was beautiful, but next to her sisters… well, at 38 she had self-confidence in a strong marriage. She wasn’t as skinny as her sisters, but men always complimented her smile. And she had noticed one of the grocers checking her out when she was buying supplies for this trip. She smiled at the thought. Even though she shouldn’t have, she had bent over a little longer when she realized what the boy was looking at.

All thoughts washed away as she splashed into the warm water.

***

It was the fourth night of Sisters’ Week and the margaritas were flowing. The five women were sitting bursa escort around the table tanned and tired after another day of swimming and laying out in the sun.

“Ladies,” Heather poured a round of freshly blended margaritas and lifted her glass in a toast. “I think we have found paradise. To the best Sisters’ Week yet!”

“Here! Here!” The four other ladies chorused and clinked their glasses together.

“And to Jessica, the newest member of the sisterhood! And who had the idea for margaritas!” Lisa said with a wide grin. “Nice call Jessica.”

And they clinked glasses again.

“Thank you for inviting me- hiccup!” Jessica slurred.

“I think we have corrupted little Jessie!” Jennifer remarked and everyone laughed as Jessica pouted.

“God, I hate being called Jessie.”

“Well, a little corruption never hurt anyone!” Heather said laughing. Her smile became mischievous and she said. “How about a game of truth or dare?” Jennifer nodded, “OK, but you have to go first. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Heather replied immediately.

“Chug your drink.”

“But it’s huge! OK, OK. This was my idea,” Heather said and then lifted her glass in the air and then began to chug the drink.

Janette was surprised how quickly her sister got the big drink down. And down it went, though as she slammed the empty glass to the table, Heather’s eyes were watering a bit.

“OK, my turn to pick.” She surveyed the group while Lisa poured her another drink. “Well Lisa, since you are so eager to get me drunk. You pick.”

“Bitch.” Lisa joked. “Hmmm. truth.”

Heather pondered for a minute then said. “What’s your favorite thing to do in bed?”

Lisa blushed which was unusual and then said, “Giving blowjobs.”

“Ewwwww,” Janette said. “You actually like doing that?”

“It’s fun.” Lisa replied. “Plus, guys are putty when you are giving head.”

“Don’t tell my husband Robert you like that.” Janette retorted. “He’s always trying to guide me down there.”

Everyone started laughing at that and Jennifer shook her head. “Typical man.” Lisa looked around the circle before settling on Janette. “Your turn.”

Janette felt a little excitable after another night of drinking. Ah, why not? “Dare.”

“Hold on a minute.” Lisa giggled and then ran off to her bedroom. Everyone exchanged puzzled glances. A few seconds later, she came back with the belt of her robe. It was a pink terrycloth and easily three inches wide. “You have to remain blindfolded for the next twenty minutes.”

Lisa stepped behind Janette and lowered the belt over her eyes. She tied it tight and Janette was engulfed in darkness. Well, this was certainly different. Where had Lisa come up with such an idea!

“Alright, my turn. I pick Jessica.” Janette’s hand fumbled around. “And where’s my drink?” She felt someone tug her wrist to the right and guide her to her drink. “Thanks.”

“Um. truth,” Jessica voice was soft and slurred.

“OK,” Janette wracked her brain trying to think of a good question. Damn Lisa for blindfolding her. Well, if they were going to play that way. “When did you first have sex?” She could almost feel Jessica blush at the question.

“My wedding night.”

That caused another explosion of laughter.

“Honey,” Heather said. “Even big sis Janette over here didn’t wait till she was married!”

“Aw, it’s sweet.” Jennifer said. “You just don’t appreciate it because you aren’t married yet.”

“Lucky her, I say.” Lisa joked.

“It’s MY turn now.” Jessica cut in, obviously she didn’t like being laughed at. “Jennifer, what do you pick?”

“Dare.”

Janette thought Jennifer obviously didn’t think Jessica would do anything bad.

“Take off your swimsuit. You have to be naked the rest of the game.”

“WHAT?” Jennifer screamed while the rest of the women ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at the dare.

“You go girl!” Heather interjected.

Janette smiled and wished she could see her sister’s face. Jennifer didn’t like showing off her body.

“I’ll get you for this Jessie.” Jennifer said as she stood up and shed her suit. She sat down quickly and crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Remember Jen, no tag backs,” Heather said.

“You’re right Heather, that’s why you get to go.”

“Hmmm, I pick-” Suddenly she screamed.

***

Janette reached for her blindfold, but before she could do so, hands grabbed her arms. Roughly, her hands were brought behind her and tied tightly. “What are you guys doing? That hurts!” She cried out.

A deep voice whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll make you feel better soon.”

A shiver of fear tingled down Janette’s spine. What had happened?

Another man’s voice spoke up. “I want the rest of you to lie down on the floor face first. No screaming and no one gets hurt.”

Janette heard the chairs being moved. Someone was crying. The buzz from the alcohol was making it hard to concentrate.

“You watch them while I check the bedrooms for valuables.” Janette heard the first bursa escort bayan male voice say.

Heather spoke up. “Our friends should be coming back any minute!”

The second man laughed. “You think we haven’t been watching you? You ladies are all alone.” The man laughed again, more sinister this time. “Lying is bad, you’ll have to be spanked.”

A slap punctuated the silence. Jessica cried harder as Heather squealed.

“Man, you have a fine ass. It jiggles so nice, I have to do it again.”

Another slap and another squeal. And another. And another.

“Mm-mm good.” The man said and the spankings stopped. Janette heard footsteps and then he stopped again.

“And what do we have here. A fine woman all naked. Did you want to be ready for us slut?” Janette figured he must be talking to Jennifer. She hoped her sister wouldn’t antagonize him. Relief flooded through her as silence was her sister’s only reply. “Stand up and turn around slowly.”

Janette heard Jennifer stand up. What must she be going through? My poor sister!

“You are a fine looking woman. I love those long nipples! You like getting them pulled?”

Janette heard her sister yelp and wondered what this criminal had done.

“Now don’t look all surprised. Get down on your knees.”

Silence. Janette strained to hear, to understand what was going on. She almost jumped when she felt a something cold pressed against her neck.

“I said get down on your knees. Otherwise, your sister gets hurt.”

He has a knife! Janette realized what was pressed against her neck.

“Yes. yes, sir.” Janette heard her sister kneel and then the sound of a zipper opened. OH MY GOD! Janette imagined her sister Jennifer, buck naked, giving this guy a blowjob.

“What are you doing?” The other guy must have come back.

“What does it look like the bitch is doing?”

“Yeah, but what about the girl you’re holding a knife to?”

“Huh?”

“She’s getting scared with nothing to help her out.” The guy laughed and then his voice became deadly serious. “You! Stand up!”

Janette strained her ears to the limit, but couldn’t figure out what was going on. The knife was removed from her neck and her bathing suit was cut away at the crotch.

“Now get down and give her some tongue!”

What! Who was forced down there?

Long hair brushed against her legs and goose pimples tingled down her legs. Her own husband rarely went down there. A tongue tentatively touched her pussy. She was really doing it! One of her sisters was going down on her. The sheer depravity sent a shiver down her spine.

One of the guys saw it and mistook it for sexual excitement. “Whoa! The bitch is getting into it.”

The tongue probed deeper. Licking her pussy with more force.

“This woman sucks at giving head! You! Yes, you! Get over here and see if you can do any better!”

The guy’s hand moved away from Janette’s head, knocking the blindfold slightly. Janette was able to see a bit with her right eye. She nearly choked with shock. Heather was giving head to a large, black cock. The man was standing there grinning, his pants around his ankles. Jennifer was on her knees inches away, watching as her younger sister gave head.

The tongue was probing deeper and faster now. A small tremor of pleasure tickled Janette’s crotch. Who was tonguing her? Jessica or Lisa? She looked down, but the blindfold was still covering too much of her vision.

The other guy was still behind Janette. She nearly jumped when he spoke. “Very nice! Keeping licking till I say to stop. You hear?”

A muffled grunted in assent and the tongue inside Janette moved faster and deeper than before. Janette reddened in shame as she realized that she was getting wet.

Janette glimpsed and saw the other man come into view. He was white guy a shaved head. His wasn’t particularly muscular like the black man, but he was tall, perhaps 6’5″ or 6’6″. He pulled up Jennifer and dragged her by the arm behind Janette.

“Pull down the top of your sister’s suit.” Janette felt the strap being pulled off her shoulder and then her breasts were exposed to everyone. “Now rest your head on her shoulder and play with her tits!”

Jennifer’s arms encircled her and her sister’s hands came to rest on her breasts.

“I said play with them!”

The fingers moved obediently, tweaking her nipples and then encircling her older sister’s breasts. Jennifer lay her head on Janette’s right shoulder. A soft moan escaped her lips and Janette felt her sister being rocked back and forth. “Oh baby, you are tight!”

Janette felt a warmth building in her belly. Against her will, her body was responding to the tongue and the fingers. A shock exploded up her body as the tongue brushed her clit. Janette thought it was on accident, but it brushed her sensitive nip again and again. The warmth had now spread through her body; a current of electricity between her pussy and breasts. A sigh escaped her lips and wetness flooded her pussy. The tongue responded escort bursa by digging into her with long, deep strokes. It felt so good. Was it Lisa or Jessica?

Meanwhile, Jennifer continued rocking back and forth, her hands clenching Janette’s breasts, kneading them now with a sense of urgency.

“Enough!” The black man ordered. “I want some of that sweet ass.” He pulled Heather to her feet and placed her in front of Janette. The youngest sister had to straddle whoever was eating Janette out. “Now bend over, slut!”

Janette made eye contact with Heather. The youngest sister’s face was full of fear as she laid her head on Janette’s left shoulder. Both sisters were being fucked, their motions crashing upon Janette. Janette had a clear view of the black man as he rammed Heather from behind. He leered at Janette, “Don’t worry, I’ll get to you too.”

Janette moaned in fear and closed her eyes.

Jennifer gave her a kiss on the cheek. “It will be ok sis. It will be, oh… oh, no…” Jennifer’s voice ended in a moan. Could she be getting excited from all this?

The man obviously thought the same thing. He said. “Getting into it? I knew you’d like my cock.” Jennifer’s body stared moving into Janette with more force. “Ready to take my load?”

“Please..” A sob escaped from Jennifer and then she continued on. “Please, I don’t want to get pregnant!”

Jennifer’s rocking slowed to a stop. Janette thought, could this man have a conscious? Maybe they’ll stop all this. But then the man’s question, sent a shiver down Janette’s spine.

“Well, I don’t want you to become pregnant, if you don’t want.” The man chuckled. “So I’ll give you the choice. Do you want me to cum in your cunt or ass?”

Jennifer moaned in despair. Janette pitied her sister’s dilemma Jennifer had been married for twelve years and had a four-year-old son. Her husband had been adamant about not having any more kids. How would she explain it if she got pregnant again?

Her sister must have come to the same conclusion. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “Please, cum in my mouth..”

“No way! My partner said you suck at blowjobs! Now I’ll ask you one more time. Cunt or ass?”

“A-ass, I guess…”

The man laughed and said, “Say please.”

“Please, cum in my ass.”

“Beautiful.” Janette felt Jennifer’s body come to a stop and her body tense up. Surely her sister had never done anything like this before. Jennifer yelped in pain and her hands squeezed Janette’s breasts. Janette strained against her bonds in shock.

The pain was exquisite! Two flames of pain/pleasure flared in her chest and shivered its way down to her cunt. Whoever was licking her, must have felt her convulse because the tongue began to lap at her clit once again.

Meanwhile, Jennifer began to rock once again, this time with a cock in her ass!

“I want you to make out with your sister while I fuck you slut!” The black man ordered.

Janette’s eyes flew open and met Heather’s startled gaze.

“Now!”

Heather flew at Janette, taking her by surprise. Her youngest sister’s tongue probed Janette’s mouth. Janette’s confusion gave way to curiosity. Heather’s lips were soft, softer than any guy Janette had ever kissed before. Heather must really be scared to follow this guy’s orders so quickly!

Confused thoughts waged with building sensations inside Janette. Her body was responding to all this stimulation. Her two sisters were being pounded harder now. Jennifer moaned again, this time in pleasure. She actually liked the cock in her butt!

Janette couldn’t deny it any more, she let go and pressed her crotch and the face that was licking her to suck delightful sensations.

Heather broke the kiss and turned to the black man. “Please, don’t cum in me!” The black man smiled and said, “Forget it bitch! You’ll have something to remember me by!”

Heather shivered and went back to kissing Janette.

Jennifer’s breathing became more erratic. She whispered. “Oh, I can’t believe it feels good.”

The fire within Janette’s pussy grew and she moaned. It turned her on even more when Heather moaned in return.

“Oh, bitch, here I cum!”

“I’m going to fill your ass with cum!”

Both sisters rocked violently back and forth. Then the men screamed out in pleasure at nearly the same time. Jennifer shivered in orgasm against Janette’s back. Heather meanwhile moaned as she came too.

Heather and Jennifer went limp with exhaustion. Their warm bodies added to the sensations of pleasure enveloping Janette. The tongue dove deep and fast. Then to her clit! Lapping her clit! Finally, she couldn’t hold back.

“Ahhhh, I’m cumming! I ‘m cumming!” A powerful orgasm shook through her whole body. Faintly she was aware of Heather and Jennifer kissing her shoulders, face and lips in comfort. Slowly, so slowly, the orgasm receded.

Heather and Jennifer hugged Janette tightly before standing up. Her blindfold was knocked completely off her head. She looked down to see her sister Lisa between her legs.

So it was Lisa with the talented tongue! But where was Jessica?

Janette turned and saw Jessica standing there with a video camera, recording the whole thing.

“What?” Jennifer yelled. “Why are you taping this!”

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Nervously, I pace back and forth across the hotel room. I have waited for so long for this day, yet I’m terrified now that it’s here. I pause for a moment to check my reflection in the mirror. Short black skirt, no panties…breasts straining against the thin white silk of my blouse, free of a bra. I’m faintly embarrassed by the outline of my nipples, already so hard and showing clearly through the fabric. I followed his instructions to the letter, and can only hope he’s satisfied.

As the time we agreed upon grows closer, doubt begins to fill my mind. What if I’m not what he’s expecting? What if I can’t fulfill his desires the way he has already filled all of mine? “Stop it, Michelle” I say out loud. After wanting him for so long, and needing so badly to submit completely to him, I can’t let my fears stop me now.

I gasp as I hear the key turn in the door. I quickly move to the door to take his jacket and briefcase for him. I can feel his eyes burning into me as I bend to set his briefcase in the closet. In the next second, I am on my knees as he looms behind me. His hands run through my hair as he holds me to him, and I can feel his cock already growing in his jeans.

“Ah, my good little cumslut, are you ready to hand yourself over to me?”

“Yes, Master,” I reply, “I am yours to do with as you please.” I feel a calmness settle over me, and know that I’ve made the right decision.

Slowly, he turns me to face him. God, I want so badly to rip his clothes off now and take him in my mouth, my pussy, my ass…to feel his cum on my body would be sheer heaven! But I know I must wait for it, so instead I bow my head, trembling at the thought of what’s to come. Slowly, he unzips his jeans and slides them over his hips. “Look, Michelle. Look at what your Master will give you if you’re a good girl.” I raise my eyes and a moan escapes me as I see his cock for the first time. Veins are throbbing bursa escort all along its length, and I close my eyes to imagine how it will feel in my pussy.

I’m brought back to reality by the sharp slap of his cock across my cheek. “Did I give you permission to close your eyes? Were you supposed to be daydreaming, girl?”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I reply. “Please forgive my moment of weakness.” In reply, you draw my head to you. I open my mouth and before I have a chance to react, your cock is buried deep in my mouth, and I can feel my throat opening to make room. You wrap your fingers in my hair and begin a slow, leisurely thrusting. All I can think of is how good you taste, and how right this feels.

You begin pumping harder and faster, telling me what a good girl I am to swallow you so well. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper, until I feel a heat building…my pussy is drenched, and my legs begin to shake. You notice too, and suddenly you stop. “Did I give you permission to cum, girl?” I slowly shake my head with tears streaming from my eyes, both from the enormous cock in my throat and the need to cum.

You pull out of my mouth, and keeping your hands wrapped in my hair, pull me to my feet and to the bed. I find myself thrown on the bed on my hands and knees, and quickly drop to my elbows, head between them, in the submissive pose I know you like so much. You grab my hips and pull me back to the edge of the bed. I stifle a scream as you run your fingers down my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how wet I am.

As you stroke my pussy, you warn me. “No noises, little one, or I will stop. If you cum before I allow you to, your fun is over. I will take my things and leave, and you will never hear from me again.” I quietly answer, “Yes, Master, this girl will do her best, Sir.”

Without warning, you plunge two fingers into my pussy. The shock of it almost makes me cry out, but bursa escort bayan I bite my lip so hard it bleeds. Working your fingers in and out of me, you sigh with pleasure that I am as tight as you hoped. You slowly withdraw your soaked fingers and tell me that you’d like to see how well my virgin ass can take them. I’m petrified, yet I nod, being careful to not make a sound.

The pleasure is almost more than I can bear when you slowly rim my ass with your fingers. The pleasure turns to pain as you insert both fingers at once into my tight ass. With the fingers of your other hand, you stroke my clit until I relax, and I begin to forget everything except the amazing sensation of your hands on my body. With two fingers of each hand, you fuck my ass and my pussy. I can almost feel your fingers touching as you ream me harder and harder…it is so hard to keep quiet!

Finally, just as I think I can’t take it anymore, you stop. I think I’m getting a break, but I couldn’t be more wrong. You step closer to me and say, “I can’t decide…will I fuck your pussy or your ass?” You rub your cock along the slit of my pussy, and I can’t help but lean back to try and take you inside of me.

SLAP! Tears spring to my eyes as I feel the heat of your palm coming down on my ass. “girl, you do not get to choose. you are not to move unless I say, understood?” I nod yes, tears again streaming from my eyes. This may be more than I can handle…I have never given up control like this before. More decidedly now, you move the head of your cock to my ass, and push ever so slightly against the tight hole. Just as I think you’ve made your decision, you slide back to my pussy. Back and forth you continue, making me insane with desire, but knowing I am helpless to make any movement or noise.

At last, you bring your well lubed cock back to my ass. I tremble with fear, afraid of the pain and unknown that comes with escort bursa my first ass-fucking. “Don’t worry, my little girl. I won’t hurt you,” you say. Slowly, ever so slowly, you push the head of your cock against my ass. I can feel myself opening to you as you slip the tip of your cock into me. With a soft pop, the head enters me, and you slowly begin to pump into me, little by little. Finally I am accustomed to this new feeling of fullness and begin to move with you. You move a little faster, grabbing my hips to pull me farther and farther onto your throbbing cock. Harder now, you pump into me as I moan inwardly, being careful to make no noise.

My head is exploding when you finally give me permission to cum, as long as I am quiet. Straining to impale myself on you, I feel myself let loose as my legs begin to shake uncontrollably…my legs and your balls are soaked with my cum as I spurt in the most intense orgasm I have ever had. At the same time, I feel you growing and throbbing in my ass and hear your breath becoming more and more ragged. With one final thrust, you grab my hair and pull me upward against you. You kiss and bite my neck as you give me the best reward ever-hot, ropy, streams of cum shoot into my ass.

Exhausted, you collapse onto me as we fall forward onto the bed. I lay with your weight on top of me, smiling with the pleasure of knowing that I’ve satisfied you.

“you are a very good girl, Michelle. I may use you again,” you say. I lower my eyes and answer “Yes, Master. This girl would like very much to be used in any manner you see fit, whenever you desire my company.”

After a short rest, you raise your body off of mine. I hide my disappointment as you shower, then dress to leave. After I shower and dress as well, you pull me to you for one final kiss. I watch you pick up your cell phone and bag, and as you walk down the hall, I hear you say “I’m on my way home, honey. I’ll pick up pizza on the way.”

I sigh, knowing that this dream of mine can never be a reality. I pick up my keys and purse, and head home to my family, knowing that I will always have the memory of this amazing forbidden day.

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I’d like to thank my editor Wolf Vixen for her help on this story.

I wrote this for all the non-jocks, the people who were never good enough to be in the “In” crowd and all the students who studied there asses off, made it and could finally get the last laugh years later. As they say, “This one is for you.”

I read the announcement and as I did, I remembered all the names I was called, dweeb, nerd, moron, geek and a slew of others I tried not to remember. It read, the high school class of 1983 announces its ten-year reunion. It will be held Saturday May 18th at the Holiday Inn and so on. I hadn’t been back there since I graduated from college because I hated that town and almost everyone in it.

I was an only child of blue collar working parents. They had at best a high school education and held menial jobs so money was always tight. A lot of times I wore second hand clothes to school and kids always made fun of how I dressed. God how I hated high school, it was like a four yearlong nightmare.

I had very few friends; mostly geeks like myself who were the social outcasts and only one girl in four years had ever talked to me, Brenda. The rest of my class would pick on me and taunt me whenever they could.

I remembers going to a dance and finally getting up the courage up to ask one of the popular girls to dance. She laughed at me. The bitch laughed at me and her boyfriend then pushed me to the floor in front of everyone.

Fucking assholes I thought to myself as I crumbled up the paper and threw it across the very well decorated room. College was a lot better but not great either. I’d gotten a four-year scholarship to a good school and graduated with my masters in computer science in just over three and a half years. You see I was smart, not just your average smart, but also a math genius it seemed.

Just out of college I started a small software business that grew rapidly. I had no social life so I did nothing but work and it paid off big time. I loved to play fantasy games, which to me were a lot more fun than my real life. I devised a software program in which the player could change the flow of the game and make it almost interactive. Think of it, you could change the way the game was played every time.

It took me over a year to get all the bugs worked out and the patent approved before shopping it to all the big companies. They’d all been working on similar software, but I had the first working model from which they could build on. Now the big three were all jumping through hoops to acquire my software. They wined and dined me and I even lost my cherry during one negotiation session.

One of the big companies made me a fantastic offer over dinner. It was a twenty five million dollar buyout of the patent, a seat on the board with a six-figure salary and full control over my present and future work. It was a great offer but I had others, so I asked for a couple of days to think it over.

“No problem Keith, I’ll send up the formal contract later tonight and if you like it, we can work out the details next week,” the C.E.O. told me.

We shook hands and I went up to the suite they’d provided for me. I was getting the taste of the good life and loved every minute of it. Playing one of my games, I heard a knock on the door. I opened up the door and came face to face with a beautiful redhead dressed in a business suite caring a briefcase.

“Hi, my name is Karin,” she said reaching out her hand. “Mr. Thompson asked me to drop off the contract for your review,” she said walking into my room. Taking it out of her briefcase she laid it on the coffee table. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” she asked.

“Not at all. I’m just passing the time playing a few games,” I replied.

Just then, there was another knock at the door,

“I hope you don’t mind, I ordered a few things to eat and drink while we go over the details,” she said letting the waiters bring in the carts.

What a spread. There were exotic fruits, chocolate, pastries, meat and cheese trays, sodas, beer, wine and a few bottles of champagne.

Looking at everything, I laughed. “Karin, it looks like we’ve got enough food for the entire weekend.”

“Who knows how long it’s going to take to go over this contract,” she said unbuttoning her coat.

Karin took off her jacket and shoes to get more comfortable and we had a drink or two while we reviewed the details. God she looked hot and smelled great. She was probably around 5’8″, a hundred and forty pounds, short brown hair and a killer body it looked like. She wasn’t too big anywhere, more so just right. I was sitting right next to her on the couch, within inches of her, as we went over the proposal line by line. A couple of times we brushed up against one another and I felt my dick begin to grow.

Hell, if my attorneys didn’t find any hidden flaws, this was the best offer by far. After going over about a third of it, Karin asked if we could take a break.

“This place has a hot pendik escort tub doesn’t it?” she asked.

“It sure does,” I replied.

“Good, lets grab some drinks and relax for a bit,” she replied.

As I said before, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck and I knew exactly where this was going; she was a little added incentive to sign the contract. I filled the tub and slipped in, drink in hand. Karin came out of the bathroom in a robe and dropped it as she got to the tub. As you might have guessed, she had nothing on under it as she eased herself in the warm water.

She moved over to me and we toasted each other with glasses of champagne. Putting my glass down I looked at Karin.

“We both know why you’re here tonight and speaking frankly, I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve never been with a women before and from what I can see, you’re all women,” I told her.

Karin looked a little startled. “You’re a virgin?” she asked. “Well honey, this is one night you’re never going to forget,” she said as she moved next to me.

Chugging down the champagne Karin came over and kissed me, lightly at first and then slipped her tongue into my mouth. Karin took me under her wing that night. If she didn’t like the way I was doing some thing, she’d let me know just how a woman liked it done to them.

We went from kissing to touching and then to oral stimulation. Nibbling on my nipples, I never knew they were so sensitive; she licked her way down to my dick. Grabbing it in her smooth hands, she licked the under side and head before putting the whole thing down her throat.

I didn’t have a clue if she was good at it, I just knew I had died and gone to heaven. I lasted a whole minute before shooting my wad into her mouth. Karin didn’t stop until I started to go limp.

“My turn,” she announced as she laid back on the bed and pulled me on top and between her legs.

We kissed for a while then she fed me her breast and nipple.

“Be gentle, lick it to get it wet and then suck it between your lips,” she told me as I followed her instructions perfectly. Karin then moved me lower to her stomach and then to her pussy. She was shaved smooth except for a little tuff at the top.

“Lick the outer lips and then spread them apart,” she said. I was licking the lips and pulling at them with my mouth as I watched Karin for her reaction to what I was doing.

“I have a new toy to play with that’s a lot more fun than a video game,” I thought to myself as I licked away.

With her lips spread, she told me to lick her clit using a lot of spit.

“Lubricate it well and watch it grow, just like a tiny cock,” she told me.

I licked and sucked her clit until it came out from under its hood.

“Lick me all the down to my ass and stick your tongue in my pussy hole,” Karin instructed as she pushed my head a little lower.

I thought at first this was going to be really gross, but after a few minutes, I found I loved it. She smelled good and tasted even better. I licked, sucked and even slipped a finger in her snatch as Karin started to moan and wiggle beneath me.

I found that I could lick her snatch and at the same time reach up and play with her hard nipples. Now for the moment I’d waited a lifetime for. I took my rock hard cock, wet it with her pussy juices and eased it into her pussy.

“Go slow at first so I can get use to your size, and then speed up the strokes,” she moaned.

After about thirty seconds, I was banging away at her pussy. I would pull my dick all the way out and then shoved it all the way back in one single stroke. This was like a hand job only a lot better. You couldn’t beat a warm pussy that was squeezing your cock on every stroke.

Not wanting this to end, I thought about my mother, software problems and anything else to get my mind off of what I was doing, but it didn’t work. As I shot my first load, Karin erupted into a screaming climax; that only made me pump harder. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I pumped the last three loads into her. I fell exhausted on the bed next to her.

“So that’s what it feels like,” I said out loud to myself. “I could get use to this very easily,” I said almost laughing. Looking at Karin, I asked her if she’d liked it.

“You did great for the first time and if you don’t know it, you’re really pretty hung.”

I hadn’t thought much about it, because in gym class, I was too self-conscious to look at the other guy’s tools so I had nothing to compare myself to. Well I wasn’t going to argue with her, and at this point I didn’t care if she was lying to me or not; I was enjoying myself way too much.

We never left the suite all weekend. We sucked and fucked until Karin could barely walk. I found that I could get it up twenty minutes after shooting and we did it seven times on Sunday before she cried uncle.

Karin finally introduced me to the joys of anal sex when her pussy gave out. She wasn’t able to take me comfortably all the way in, but maltepe escort I loved it just the same. By the end of the weekend, I had tasted all of her pleasures and she said I was as good a fuck as she’d ever had stroking my ego even more.

However, Monday it was back to reality. The lawyers went over the contract, gave their approval and the deal was signed the following week. Over the next few years a lot changed. I set up my parents in a new home close to mine; I let my hair grow out and hired a personal trainer to get my body into a chiseled state. After one workout I looked down at my six-pack and wished I’d had this body in high school. The last thing was a little tweaking of my nose and chin. After I was done, I looked the same but much better.

Karin was the first of many women I tasted. When you have a lot of money, you don’t look for beautiful women, they find you. I had them all. Asian, black, Indian and my favorite, Latin women with a healthy back side. I was no longer shy and became very forceful on what I wanted.

I loved to have my cock sucked while I drove. Feeling a woman’s warm lips around my cock just made me tingle. It wasn’t just the warm good feeling, but more so the power I had over them. They would do whatever I asked, almost without question.

I recalled taking Debby out to dinner and a club one night. Deb was a black woman who had a body to die for. We flirted shamelessly at dinner and at the club I danced so close that we were almost one. I left her at the table for a minute and went to the restroom. Upon returning I noticed two black men sitting at my table with Debby. Coming up behind them, I told them that this was my table.

“Beat it white boy,” one said. “Me and the lady are just getting to know each other.” Debby was looking at me as I tipped the chair over that the black guy was sitting on.

“The lady is with me, so move along,” I told them.

The taller of the two threw a punch that I blocked, before spinning around and hitting him with an elbow to the side of his head. He went down like a ton of bricks. The other guy then grabbed me from behind and said he was going to break my back. I stomped on his foot and drove the back of my head into his nose breaking it as blood gushed all over the two of us. With one guy out cold and the other screaming it was time to go.

I took Debby to my house and as we lay nude on my bed, I told her that no one would ever fuck with me again.

I loved her nipples, long, black and hard. I would suck and nibble on them until they stood out almost an inch in length. I petted her short-cropped bush and pulled her over on top of me in a sixty-nine position.

Every woman I was with had a different taste and I especially loved the way Deb tasted and her apple bottom butt. It wasn’t huge, but was far from being flat. She was the perfect size for me. I could eat her pussy with ease as she sucked me off without stretching to get in my full length. Deb was the best cocksucker I’d ever met. She could take my whole length and rest her lips on my balls. She had a technique that would bring me to almost shooting before backing off at the last minute.

I didn’t want her mouth tonight but her lovely ass. Lying on her back I continued to eat her pussy and finger fuck her. Moving lower to her starfish, I licked it and drove my tongue into her asshole as she screamed. Taking the finger out of her pussy, I inserted it to the knuckle in her ass and moved it around. Taking pussy juice and spit, I moistened another finger and forced it in also. With two fingers in her ass, Deb was moaning and rubbing her own clit.

Putting her on all fours, I got behind her and after lubing up the head of my dick I pushed it into her tight ass. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Taking a little KY, I lubed up my shaft and push in deeper.

Deb’s head was now on the bed with her ass high in the air crying out that it was too damn big and that I was ripping her apart. Pulling out completely, I put a gob of KY in her ass followed by my dick. Moving very slowing at first, I picked up the pace and told her to relax. It took almost five minutes before I was all the way deep in her ass.

We fucked like that for another ten minutes before I pulled out, ripped off the condom and shoved it right into her pussy. An ass is nice, but a tight pussy was much better. Playing with her clit, I banged away. Debby was now pushing back at me almost as hard as I was fucking her. She climaxed first and I followed shortly thereafter. Going around to her mouth, I had her clean all the fluids and juices off me. She was so hot.

We fucked twice more that night. Once finishing in her ass, and the other shooting my wad down her throat. I drove Deb home kissing her as I walked her to her apartment door. She was beautiful and a great lay, does it get any better than that?

On my way home I passed a school and thought again about my high school reunion. No one knew I made it big because both my parents and I were kartal escort long gone before that happened.

Thinking back, there were two people I still hated. Linda, the leader of the cheer leading squad and her boyfriend Jim the football jock. When I got to work Monday I made a few calls on who was still around and who was married to whom. Linda had married a rich guy and Jim, after blowing out his knee in college, was working in sales.

I hired a firm to find out any and all the dirt on those two, no matter what the cost. If they so much as farted in church, these guys would uncover it. Also, I wanted to know what happened to Brenda, the only girl who ever showed an interest in me. It took three weeks but it was worth the wait.

Linda it seemed was the budding socialite with a boyfriend on the side. I guess the older guy she married couldn’t satisfy her needs. Jim on the other hand was divorced and was still an asshole. He was a sales manager that everyone hated and was reportedly taking money under the table. His lifestyle didn’t match his income so the extra money was coming from somewhere. Finally, Brenda had gotten her engineering degree but was low man on the totem pole in a small firm and going nowhere. She was unmarried and still living at home, taking care of her sick mother.

I continued to pushed the firm because I wanted exact details; names, places, amounts and such. I was going to fuck them over like what they done to me.

I RSVP’d and rented a room for the weekend. I didn’t want to flaunt my money so I scaled everything back. By the reunion weekend, I had names and pictures of who was fucking whom and bank records and details of Jim’s dealings. I put it all in my suitcase and headed out for what would be a most memorable weekend.

The Friday afternoon party was in full swing by the time I got there. Hardly anyone recognized me and those that did said how good I looked. Most of the guy’s were married and out of shape and with few exceptions, all the popular girls were married, had at least two kids and had gone to pot. I spotted Brenda in a corner talking to one of the other high school geeks.

“Hi Brenda,” I said.

She gave me a long look before saying, “Keith?”

“Yes it’s me, I’ve changed a little.”

“Not a little, a lot” she replied. “How and what you doing these days?” she asked.

“Just working like everyone else, how are you doing?” I replied. “Ok I guess, but you look fantastic. You even let you hair grow out.”

We talked for hours and made it a point to get together for dinner. I told her I had a few things to do and I would call her later.

I had a messenger deliver a copy of Linda’s pictures to her while she was at the party with a little note telling her that I’d call her later. I watched her open the envelope and look inside, she almost fainted. She went to a corner of the room and paged through the twenty plus pictures. I saw her look around the room and went to the bar and got a drink. Shortly thereafter, I followed her upstairs before going to my room.

Once in my I room, I called hers. Linda answered on the second ring.

“Hello,” she said.

“Linda I see you got my present, I hope you like the quality of the pictures,” I told her.

“What do you want?” she replied.

“I want you to come to my room right now so we can discuss this in person, room 812,” I said.

“My husband is here and I can’t get away for a couple of hours,” she tried to say before I cut her off.

“Now listen to me very carefully. Unless you’re here in five minutes, I’ll walk down and personally hand your husband a copy of the pictures. I don’t think you’d like that, would you?” I said abruptly before hanging up.

I set up the three hidden cameras and waited. Sure enough she showed up. I let her in my room and she immediately asked what I wanted.

“Sit down and lets talk, would you like a drink?” I asked.

“No I don’t want a fucking drink, how much do you want to keep quiet?” she asked.

“I don’t want your money I want you,” I replied.

“Me?” she answered.

Linda didn’t even have a clue who I was. I was just someone she needed to pay off.

“First of all, lose the clothes,” I said.

“I will not” she replied standing up as if to leave.

“Then get the fuck out of here bitch, this isn’t a negotiation session. You either do what I want or I give your husband the pictures, do you understand?” She finally realized I was not backing down and started to undress. “Slowly, I want to enjoy every minute of it,” I told her.

“If I do this, will you give me all the pictures and negatives?”

“You have my word on it,” I told her.

She still had a great body. Firm tits, round ass and a pair of legs that went on forever. When she was done, I told her to kneel in from of me and to take my dick out. She hesitated for only a moment and then did what I asked.

“Let’s see how good a blowjob you can give me for the pictures.”

Linda licked my dick and sucked it like a women possessed. At one point I had to slow her down or she would have made me shoot too soon. With her bobbing up and down on my dick, I felt in my balls tighten; I was close. “I want to shoot on your face,” I said.

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