Mummy Time Ch. 06

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I glanced behind me. “Ready, girls?”

Evie turned to look at Sally, getting a hesitant nod. “Yes, Mummy.”

Kate signed to the organist, and the familiar strains of the wedding march rang out. I took a deep breath, and stepped forward, matching my pace to the music. I saw heads turning in the congregation, but my attention was on the single figure standing at the front of the church. Tim turned, and I drank in the expression on his face as he saw me. When I reached the front, I handed my flowers to Evie and she took her seat next to Sally, whispering excitedly until Tim shushed her gently.

“Dearly beloved…” began the vicar, and the next few minutes seemed to pass like a dream, Tim and I holding hands to make our vows, then slipping on the rings we’d chosen. I heard a whispered “Yay!” as the vicar declared “You may now kiss the bride,” and Tim leaned across to press his lips gently to mine.

“Losing your touch?” I teased in a whisper.

He grinned. “No, but I think our guests would be a little… surprised, if I did what I want to do right here.”

“Promises, promises,” I grinned.

The girls led us out of the church, everyone else following, and we crossed the short distance to the church hall where Kate and her helpers were setting out the buffet. “Feeling like something to eat, Mrs Smith?” queried Tim, and I nodded, smiling softly as I watched him fill plates for us.

We took our seats at the top table, and I glanced at Tim. “Ready for your speech?”

He nodded apprehensively, getting to his feet and clearing his throat. “Everyone… Thank you for being here on our special day, and thank you to everyone who helped with catering and decorating the church. Please enjoy the meal, and a little later we’ll push back the chairs and turn up the music.”

He sat down, and I grinned. “Short and sweet.”

When we’d finished eating, we circulated among our guests, stopping at the table Kate had set especially for Evie and her friends. “OK, girls?” Tim queried.

Evie nodded. “We’re having a really fun time, Daddy.”

Tim glanced at the clock on the wall. “Evie, darling, Mummy and I need to get going soon – is that OK?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’ll be fine with Grandma.”

Tim turned to me. “Want to go and change?”

I smiled. “I won’t be long.”

I caught Kate’s eye, and she followed me up the stairs to the room where we’d stashed my going-away outfit. She helped me out of my dress – “I’ll make sure it gets back to the house safely” – and watched as I changed.

“So, just you and Tim for nearly a week,” she hinted, the tone of her voice giving away the direction of her thoughts. “Planning anything special?”

I returned her grin. “Let’s just say I packed a couple of fun extras in the bottom konyaaltı escort of my case.”

She stepped back, examining me with a critical eye. “Perfect.”

There was applause as I stepped back into the room, and Tim joined me, taking my hand. “Thanks again, everyone – we’ll see you soon.”

I leaned down to kiss Evie. “Be good, darling.”

Evie nodded solemnly. “I will, Mummy.”

She pressed her cheek against my bump. “And Charlie will be good too.”

I brushed back a tear. “Bye, angel.”

Tim held the car door for me, and I settled back in my seat. “How long’s the drive? I still don’t have a clue where we’re going.”

He chuckled. “It’s just under four hours, but don’t worry – we can stop and stretch our legs on the way.”

We were quickly on the motorway, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. “It’s been a lovely day, darling, but I think all the emotion has tired me out a little.”

Tim smiled. “Have a bit of a sleep, my love – I’ll be fine driving.”

I must have drifted off, and when I opened my eyes we were passing an exit. “Gosh, we are pretty far north, aren’t we.”

Tim nodded. “Want something to eat? The next service station is the last one before we turn off.”

I shook my head. “Let’s just get there…”

A few minutes later, Tim pulled off the motorway, concentrating on the signs, and the road started to climb, passing through pine woods. I shifted in my seat, and Tim glanced at me. “You OK?”

I gave him a slightly sheepish look. “Um, I need to pee.”

He looked concerned. “There aren’t any more services on this road, I checked.”

I shrugged. “Not a problem – just pull over. You do remember the first time we went for a walk together, right?”

A knowing smile gradually spread across Tim’s face. “I get it.”

He glanced in the mirror, and pulled onto the verge, switching off the engine. He got out, walking round to my side and opening the door for me. I walked a few steps towards the trees, then slipped my panties down to my ankles and crouched, looking over to make sure Tim was watching. I let myself relax, and my stream started to splash on the pine needles. “That’s better.”

When I’d finished, I fixed my eyes on Tim’s face as I pulled my panties back up and smoothed my skirt. “OK, darling?”

He nodded, grinning. “Don’t know why I like that so much, but I do.”

We got back in the car, and again Tim concentrated on the map. “There should be a turn on the right in about a quarter of a mile.”

“There,” I pointed. “Wow, we really are in the middle of nowhere.”

He chuckled. “Well, I had to make sure there were no neighbours within earshot.”

I swiped playfully at him. “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

A single light appeared kültür escort ahead, and shortly we were pulling up outside a cottage at the edge of the woods, a steep hill rising at the end of the garden. “Home sweet home,” grinned Tim, “at least for a couple of days.”

He fished under a plant pot for the key, unlocking the door, and raised one eyebrow at me. “Want to do this the traditional way?”

I nodded, and suppressed a squeal as he caught me up into his arms and stepped over the threshold, pulling me briefly but passionately against him before depositing me in the middle of the hall. “I’ll just go and get the cases.”

I followed Tim up the narrow stairs, glancing across the landing into the bathroom. “Sorry, darling, I don’t think the shower’s big enough for any fun.”

“No problem,” grinned my husband of just a couple of hours. “See, the bed’s at least king-size – I think they planned this as a honeymoon destination.”

He put down the cases, and I went into his outstretched arms, resting my head on his shoulder. “It’s perfect.”

“Do you want anything else to eat before bed?” Tim queried. “I made sure they’d leave us bread and stuff.”

I shook my head. “I just want to be in your arms in that amazing bed right now.”

Tim helped me out of my going-away outfit, admiring the white lace of my matching bra, panties and suspender belt. “Can we leave the stockings on?” he queried with a smile. “They seem, well, elegant and sexy at the same time.”

I leaned over to kiss him as my fingers fumbled with his belt. “We can do whatever you want, lover.”

Finally we were both unclothed, and Tim lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head, obviously feasting his eyes on me. I slid across him, my knees either side of his hips, and looked down into his face. “OK with me on top? It’s more comfortable with…”

I rested my hand on my bump, and Tim nodded, his face serious. “Darling… We can make love any way you want, or not at all if it’s too uncomfortable when you’re bigger – I’ll be OK.”

I flexed my hips against him, and his eyes widened. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” I chuckled softly. “We just might have to be a little more creative, and take our time…”

Tim’s answer was to draw me down towards him and start to use his tongue and fingers on my breasts, his growing erection pressing against my already-wet entrance. “Mmm,” I breathed, “this is heavenly.”

After a few moments I felt his hands on my hips urging me upwards, and I shifted position so that his head was between my thighs. As I felt the touch of his tongue on me, I tilted my head back with a gasp. “I think you’re right, darling, this is going to be a loud one.”

Tim’s response was to slow down the movement of his tongue, reaching up markantalya escort to cup my breasts with his hands, and I flexed my hips almost impatiently. “Darling, please…”

He relented, squeezing my nipples and flickering his tongue rapidly on me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair as I felt myself climbing rapidly towards release. “Oh – oh – ohhhhh!!”

As I climaxed, I suddenly felt an unexpected sensation, wetness spurting from me. “Oh – god, Tim, I’m sorry,” I gasped as my orgasm drew to a delicious end. “That’s never happened before.”

I slid off him, reaching for the box of tissues by the bed. “Here, let me…”

Tim just grinned, making lazy circles on his chest in the clear liquid with a fingertip. “Don’t worry – I like it that you don’t hold anything back.”

I shrugged one shoulder, grinning, and slid back onto him, feeling the strange sensation of wetness between us as I pressed my breasts against him. “Actually, it feels good.”

After a few moments, I raised myself on one hand. “You ready for your turn?”

Tim nodded, and I lifted my hips, taking hold of his hard shaft and placing the tip against my entrance. I sank down, letting him penetrate me, and watched the satisfaction on his face. “Mmm.”

“This OK?” I queried.

Tim grinned. “Amazing, my love. Only…”

“Only what?” I asked in a teasing voice, lifting up a little then pressing down on him again.

“Well… would it work if you turned round, with your back to me?” wondered Tim.

I eased up again, feeling a momentary sense of loss as his hardness slipped out of me, and changed position so I was facing the bottom of the bed, then guided him back inside me and looked over my shoulder to see his reaction as I moved against him. “Like this?”

Tim nodded, catching his lower lip between his teeth. “I -“

He stopped as though embarrassed. “I have a bit of a thing about your bottom, and being inside you, watching you like this, is incredible.”

I chuckled softly. “I’m glad – because there’s something I’d like to try while we’re here.”

It was my turn to hesitate. “You know I like being touched… behind, in the other place – I thought we could see if it worked, well, actually entering me there.”

I hadn’t anticipated Tim’s reaction. I felt him harden inside me, and as he thrust once more, he groaned loudly and spurted warmth into my depths.

He reached for me, drawing me gently backwards until I was lying on his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you OK, my love?” I whispered, unable to see his face.

He smiled against my hair. “Fine, darling. I – what you said, I can’t explain, it just did something, deep inside me.”

“I could feel that,” I teased. “So you’d be OK with trying what I talked about?”

“As long as you promise to tell me if it hurts you,” whispered Tim.

“I promise.”

Reluctantly I let him slip out of me as I turned on my front, lying with my body half covering his. “Pull the covers over us, my love…?”

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I decide to come to Wisconsin to go camping to get away from all the big cities in California. I finally got to my camp site and set everything up. After all that work I was all sweaty and hot so I decided, since I was far away from any other campers, I would go skinny dipping. I quickly took off all my clothes and set them on a log near the lake.

The water felt so good lapping up against my skin. It felt very erotic, like fingers caressing me all over. I slowly sunk completely under the water dipping my head back when I broke the surface again. I drifted around letting the water sooth me when I heard a noise from the bank. I slowly turned around just in time to see some bear cubs running off with my clothes! I started to swim towards the bank but the bears were long gone and my clothes with them. It wasn’t that far off from my camp site but I really didn’t want to have to walk there, at night, naked. Then I heard some more movement from the woods and I sunk back under the water so my breasts weren’t bare.

A man walked out from the woods, a tall gorgeous man. I felt my heart beating faster and heat spreading over my skin. He walked up to the edge of the water and looked down at me. Oh and he had the most beautiful green eyes. His hair was dark and long, just to his shoulders and looked so silky I wanted to reach my hand out and touch it.

I took in a breath and said, “Ummm, some bears stole my clothes.”

A small smile crossed his face as he gazed at me lingering a little long on where my breast were aching under the water. He knelt down and opened a back pack that he was carrying with him and brought out a towel.

He held out the towel and said, “You better get out of that water, its getting cold out here.”

I started to take a step forward then remembered that I was naked and moved back into the water.

He smiled again and said, “I can come in there and get you if you prefer.”

I leaned forward and my waist length hair fell over my shoulders barely covering my breasts. I started to move quickly out of the water to the offered towel fully aware that he watched me the whole time. I took the towel from him and murmured a thank you, then quickly wrapped the towel around my body. It wasn’t much of a towel and it barely wrapped all the way around me. You could clearly see my ample cleavage and it barely covered my ass.

I finally got up enough courage to face him and say, “Thank you for the towel, I should be going back to my camp site now.”

He looked at me again, beautiful eyes heating my body where ever they went.

He looked his fill and said, “I think that I should accompany you back to your camp site, I don’t think these woods are safe enough for you to be wondering around alone.”

The way he looked at me made my heart beat even faster. I couldn’t think over the beating of it. All I could think about was how great this man would feel inside me. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I reached out and smoothed back a piece of hair from his face. He caught my hand as I tried to pull it away and pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his other hand firmly around my waist and I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach through his clothes. I couldn’t think, or even breathe I just looked up and stared into his eyes.

They were gorgeous eyes. I stood there mesmerized hoping deep down that he would take me right there on the ground. I blinked not believe what was happening to me.

He bent his head very close to my ear and whispered, “Maybe I should take you back to my cabin instead, its closer and I can give you some clothes to put on, “ he paused glancing down at my towel clad body, “or not.”

I didn’t know what to do or say, so I simply just nodded. He released me and took hold of my hand and led me off into the woods. Almost immediately my feet hurt, stepping konyaaltı escort on sharp rocks and twigs, at my first sound of discomfort he stopped easily picking me up and holding me against him. I was very aware of where his hands were, so close to my breast and on my thigh. He quickly strode through the forest until we were at a small cabin in the woods. He set me down on the porch and stepped back.

“Who are you?” I said.

He smiled that wonderful smile of his and said, “A little late to be asking me that now isn’t it?”

I blushed, embarrassed that I had come to this cabin, naked, with a man who I didn’t even know.

“My name is Michael, do not worry honey, I’m the ranger for these forests.”

A little relief flooded over me and I relaxed a little, maybe a little too much because my towel started to fall and I had to catch it and pull it up. He looked at me again then went to the cabin door and opened it. I quickly moved past him into the awaiting room. The sudden warmth made me shiver and realize how cold I had become.

“My name is Raven, I just came up here today to get away from the city.”

Michael moved behind me and rubbed his hands down my arms. It felt so good that I leaned my head back against his shoulders. He bent his head slowly to taste the skin of my neck. His tongue stroked along my skin. My whole body shivered and the places where his tongue touched burned. I sighed and brought my hand up running my fingers through his silky hair. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips as his hands gripped my hips tightly and pulled me back against his cock.

I rubbed against his dick loving the feel of it against my ass. His fingers splayed across my stomach and made their way up to my towel clad breasts. I sighed and released my hold on the towel and it cascaded to the floor to pool at my feet. At the first touch of his hands on my bare breast I released a moan. His hands were so warm and large, taking almost my whole breast in one hand. He caressed and teased my nipple just as his tongue caressed and teased my neck. His other hand slowly drifted away from my hip ending up gliding over my smooth pussy.

He gently spread my legs and with his fingers teased my clit. I cried out at the first touch and he moved my head and took possession of my mouth to swallow my cry of pleasure. He kissed me passionately while feverishly teasing my clit. Then he entered me with his finger to test my wetness. I turned around in his arms and ran my hands under his t-shirt so I could feel his bare skin. It was so smooth and soft over hard muscle. With one fluid motion he took off his shirt and I got my first glimpse of his beautiful tan broad shoulders and muscled chest. I ran my hands up his stomach over his chest and around his neck. I pulled him down for a deep kiss and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed heatedly for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally without breaking the kiss, he scooped me up in his arms once again and brought me further into the room where there was a couch and a fire place with a rug in front of it. He set me down on the couch and knelt before me. He ran his hands down the inside of my thighs spreading them. I leaned back on the couch and gazed down at him. He kept his eyes locked with mine as he tasted me. I arched off the couch at his first touch. His tongue leaving sizzling trails on the insides of my thighs and over my pussy. He laved my pussy with his tongue not missing and inch.

I could feel an orgasm building up and clenched my fists in his hair. I arched off the couch again when I came and he rubbed my thighs with his hands still not stopping. He continued until I cam three times and only then till the last tremor of them left my body. Then he slowly rose over me taking my breast in his mouth and sucking hard on my nipple. I cried out from the pleasure of it and held kültür escort his head to my breast. His hands where playing all over my body massaging my hips and thighs.

Finally he released my breast and I immediately took control by pushing him back against the couch. I kissed him softly, slowly, gently, and then I made my way down his throat and over his chest, laving my tongue all over his chest and stomach. I tugged off his jeans and threw them to the floor. Then I cupped his dick in my hand and gently stroked it while kissing my way down his body. My breast grazed over his swelling cock and teased my hard nipples. Slowly I licked up and down his cock making sure it was nice and wet for my mouth. Then I swirled my tongue over his tip and he leaned his head back and let out a breath.

When I took him deep in my mouth his hands fisted in my hair, his hips thrusting up to meet my hot, wet mouth. My tongue swirled around his enormous dick as I took him deeper stroking him with my hand as I did with my tongue. I took all of him in my mouth and moaned. He let out an answering moan and let his hands fall away just wallowing in the feel of my mouth on his cock. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back to his mouth. He devoured me with his kiss, it was deep and hot.

His mouth kissed along my cheek to my ear and I heard him whisper, “I need to be inside you, I can’t wait any longer.”

I moved over his body straddling him positioning myself over his throbbing cock. His hands went to my hips and drove me down hard over his dick. I cried out and arched my back at the sudden pleasure and he took possession of my breasts. He caressed his hands over my hips around to my ass as I rose up and down on his cock. His tongue licked at my nipples and he lightly grazed them with his teeth. I wrapped my arms around his head and held him to me while I rocked against him.

He took possession of my hips again and guided my thrusts with his. I came again holding him to me while he drove deep in side of me. I cried out and he took possession of my mouth again. He slowed his pace and eased me up and down on his dick. He cupped my breasts and grazed my nipples. Then he stood up with him still embedded inside me and laid me on the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his chest to feel the smoothness of it. He put his arms on either side of me and drove hard into me. I arched my back and raised my hips to meet his deep thrusts.

Sweat began to coat our bodies, running between my breasts. I opened my eyes to stare at his as he thrust into me, each time my breasts moving against his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and brought him to my mouth. I kissed him while fucked me and I came and moaned into his mouth. After I stopped rocking from my last orgasm he withdrew from me.

He leaned over me lightly playing with my hair and said, “I want to take you from behind, Raven, will you let me do that?”

I arched against him loving the feel of his body naked and so close to mine. “Yes.” That was all I could say.

He lifted up off me and guided me to where he wanted me. I knelt with my knees on the couch him standing behind me. He gripped my waist with one hand while he ran his other hand along my spine. I arched back at the feel of his hand and then he gripped my hips with both hands and slowly eased into me. His cock felt much larger from this angle and I gripped the couch and sucked in a breath, then he slowly started easing in and out of me. I let my head fall down, reveling in the pleasure. He slid his hand up my back and gripped my hair in his hand. He pulled me back to kiss him as he drove harder into me, and then trailed kisses along my neck and down my spine.

I came as soon as his tongue touched my back. I cried out and gripped the couch harder. Michael kept fucking me, pounding me harder. markantalya escort He gripped my shoulder with one hand and used it to slam me harder against his cock. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end; I leaned back against his chest. Michael brought his hands around and cupped my breasts running his thumbs over my taut nipples. I leaned my head back to give him a kiss and he leaned down to brush his lips with mine.

Then he moved to my ear and whispered, “God you are incredible Raven. You feel so hot and wet inside.”

I moaned at his words and whispered back in his ear, “I love the feel of you cock inside of me Michael, I never knew it could be like this.”

At my words he groaned and nibbled on my shoulder, still pumping his cock in and out of me. I reached my arms up and wrapped them around his neck loving the feel of his mouth on my skin, licking, kissing, biting. He moved one hand away from my breasts to find my clit and started massaging it while he fucked me from behind. I moved my hips in time with his loving the feel of his cock inside me and his hand caressing me. I moaned his name and he thrust harder making me cry out with another orgasm.

As soon as my spasms stopped he wrapped a hand around my waist and tuned around with his cock still buried deep within me. He sat down on the couch with me in his lap facing away from him. He leaned me back across his chest and raised my legs apart with his hands. His cock felt even bigger as he began thrusting his cock into me. He rubbed his hands along my spine and over my ass making sure to reach every spot.

He grabbed her hips and rocked her against him moaning at the great sensation that being inside her gave him. She was so tight and hot he didn’t know if he could hold out any longer. He purposely slowed his pace trying to drag out their pleasure for as long as he could. He kissed along her spine loving the sounds that came from her when he did.

Raven turned her head and leaned back to whisper in his ear, “I want to look at you while you fuck me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes.”

She rotated her hips then making him almost lose control. He held her hips still and moaned trying to keep from coming. He stared at her, looked into her sated eyes which were a beautiful green a little lighter than his own. She had a mischievous grin on her face and he couldn’t help but just smile back at her.

He picked her up and laid her down on the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. The light from the flames danced over her skin and for a second he just took in the look of her laying on her back lays splayed out before him. She reached up and brushed some hair away from his face, they locked gazes as he positioned himself above her. He lowered his head to capture her mouth and softly kissed her.

“You are so beautiful Raven,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled and arched against him, “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

He entered her again and slowly sunk into her as far as he could go. Then he began slow deep strokes drawing out the pleasure. He dropped his head and kissed up her neck, across her jaw to her mouth. She kissed him back passionately looking into his eyes. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts and he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. He started to fuck her harder grabbing both of her hips and thrusting into her. She cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him to her.

Michael couldn’t hold back he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. He came with a rush of pleasure thrusting into her hot tight pussy. When he was done he was breathing heavy clutching Raven in his arms. She was panting still shaking from their shared orgasm. She was still holding him to her, rubbing her hands along his back and through his hair. They lay there like that for a long time. Then he kissed her neck sending new shivers down her spine.

She laughed and nuzzled his neck, “You can’t possibly want to go again so soon?”

She felt his smile on her neck as he said, “Mmmmm, with you I could go all night.”

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The Perfect Partnership Ch. 01

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My name is Francis, I’m forty years old, and have a wife Alana and one daughter Elizabeth , I call her Bunny, and we have always been very close, she’s definitely a daddy’s girl.

I married Alana when I was 19 she was 21 and pregnant with Bunny, I started working for her father in the family business. he taught me how to succeed, but this meant spending time traveling away from home, and it took its toll on our relationship.

As the years went by Alana and I started to argue about the time I was spending away, and when her father died 4yrs after our marriage and her mother 18mths later, things started to get worse, the business continued to expand, Alana became depressed and began to rely on prescribed medication and booze.

Apart from the odd indiscretion, I was faithful to my marriage, but home life was becoming hard, and the only joy in my life was Bunny.

From the time I walked through the door, Bunny would run up throwing her arms around my neck, lavishing me with kisses on my cheeks, and then plant a juicy kiss on my lips, she would look me in the eyes and say “daddy I love you,” I’d feel guilty because she had a hard time at home with Alana who had started to resent the relationship I had with Bunny, she became more depressed and became addicted to the prescription drugs and drinking.

Whenever I could I would take Bunny with me on my trips, hiring a live-in caretaker to be with Alana.

Bunny went college at 17 to do a 4yr business degree, during college breaks Bunny would come home, I would try to make sure I was there, and she would sometimes accompany me on my business trips.

Alana had gotten worse and half the time didn’t know what day it was, she became jealous of Bunny, who was growing into a beautiful young woman, I’d tease Bunny, about how she was filling out, in all the right places.

l had also noticed how the young men were looking at her, “are you jealous daddy,” I laughed and gently slapped her bottom you’re 19, half way through your studies, and besides you are my very special girl.

She turned, looked me straight in the eyes, nestled my cheeks between her hands as she always did, and then kissed me on the lips a lingering sensual kiss that a father doesn’t expect.

As I gently pulled away her hazel eyes peered at me, she smiled “you’re blushing daddy, you know no one is going to take your Bunny from you”.

She had a hard time with Alana who was getting increasingly more jealous of our relationship, Alana would scream at Bunny “why don’t you find a man your own ,it’s not natural how the two of you act, he’s your father not your boyfriend.”

Bunny retorted, “it’s a pity he didn’t have a proper wife instead of a drunken, drug addict.” The carer rushed in and tried to calmed the situation, Bunny ran from the room in tears, slamming the door behind her just as I walked through the door.

What’s going on I ask, “it’s that upstairs”, what’s happened, “I hate her”, but she’s your mother “she’s no mother to me and no wife to you, you need someone to love you and appreciate you”.

I’m sorry darling I know it’s not easy for you, I’ll talk to Doctor Lewis. Come and give me a hand to unpack, and as Bunny started to put my things away I went to my wife’s room, she was screaming at her caretaker and when I walked in she became even more scathing, we tried to calm her down, eventually we got her to take a sedative, and I called the Doctor.

It was decided that Alana needed proper treatment, we had endeavored with Alana’s treatment at home, but it was becoming impossible, and Alana was committed to a clinic. Bunny could see that I was upset and came over to me and gave me a hug, we stayed embracing for what seemed a long time, I found myself holding her tight rubbing my hand up and down her back and through her hair, it had been so long since I had felt such a connection, a closeness to a woman, it stirred feelings in me that I had forgotten, for her part Bunny was nestling her head against my chest.

When we parted she turned her head so she was looking into my eyes and without hesitation she gave me a loving, longing kiss on the lips, my body reacted, I found myself with an erection, what I was doing I pulled away, and apologized to Bunny, she put her finger to my lips, “don’t apologize daddy, it’s not wrong if we both enjoyed it.”

Bunny was due to return to college shortly after, and for the rest of her stay we enjoyed the time we had, apart from the occasional hug and peck on the cheek, there was no other contact, I was aware my feelings for Bunny, and that they were wrong.

As she said goodbye she said “what will you do now without mum,” don’t worry, I’ll sort out a housekeeper. “Make sure she is old with warts, I’ll be home for good soon and I don’t want some harlot moving in”. I gave her a hug, and said I have konyaaltı escort my Bunny, you’re all I need, “do you really mean that daddy,” of course I do.

She through her arms around my neck and this time the kiss was so full of longing, emotion and tenderness without thinking I returned it. As we pulled apart, Bunny looked down at my trousers, she smiled “from where I’m standing daddy, you really will miss me”, I had an erection, once again I was embarrassed, Bunny just laughed and said “I’ll leave you with that and my love” she winked got into her car and waved as she drove away.

With Bunny at college I threw myself into the business, I had a housekeeper now, a motherly lady called Meg, and she look after everything around the house, After my trips she would welcome me home, hand me my mail with Bunny’s on top, and then prepare a meal.

The letters from Bunny started with how much she missed being home, how much she missed me, occasionally asking after her mother. But at the same time her letters became more suggestive, little things at first?? She would ask things like “I hope no-one is giving you any embarrassing swellings,” and how her lips haven’t tingled lately, LOL.

Time flew bye and after a couple more home visits during which time I managed not to mention the comments in her letters, it was finally time for Bunny to come home, Bunny said no fuss, just the two of us, so I ask Meg to prepare something simple and gave her the night off.

Bunny and I ate and drank wine, far more than we should have, but it was so good to have her home for good, after our meal we sat by the open log fire, me in my large chair, Bunny turned and asked if I would like a single malt with my smoke, she returned with our drinks and lit my cigarette, Bunny shocked me when she lit another for herself, she then sat down on my lap.

“Do you remember when I used to sit here with you daddy, and you used to tell me all about your travels.”

I do, but there wasn’t so much of you then, and I definitely don’t recall the malt and cigarettes.

As she put the tip between her lips there was something very erotic about her, as she inhaled she turned her head to the side and exhaled through her mouth and nose simultaneously, at that moment I realized that my little girl had grown into a very beautiful, and extremely sensual young woman.

As we sat there I was trying to ignore the bulge developing in my trousers, but Bunny had noticed me shuffling in my chair. I tried to defuse the situation, so I brought up the subject of what Bunny wanted to do now, we had discussed her joining the firm when she had completed her studies, “all I dream about daddy is being with you and helping you,”

I didn’t realize at the time, but those few words would change my life forever. Bunny flicked the butt of her cigarette into the fire, took a swig of malt and smiled, “my vices seemed to have had a growing effect on you,” as she gently moved her hips, “and you’re blushing” I push her off my lap, saying this wasn’t right you’re my daughter, this is neither morally right or legal, it has to stop here and now.

We’ve had too much to drink ,for gods sake I’m your father. She started to cry “I thought you loved me” the tears rolling down her cheeks, I’ve never seen Bunny look so hurt before, I do love you Bunny, you’re my life you know that.

Bunny got up, and ran to her room, I heard the door slam, I did something I’ve never before, I had not only hurt her, I had rejected her. I sat there pouring myself another whiskey or two, trying I suppose to blot out the fact that my feelings for my daughter were certainly not fatherly.

The following morning I woke up feeling crap, I had a shower and prepared myself for trying to amend things with Bunny.

Meg and Bunny were already chatting away as I entered the kitchen for breakfast, I asked Bunny what she had planned for the day, and before she could answer Meg said ,unaware of the previous evenings encounter, that Bunny was going flat hunting, I choked on my coffee, why? you’ve just got home ,why would you want to move out.

Meg laughingly taunted that she probably needed boyfriend space. For the first time I raised my voice to Meg, telling her it was none of her business and to do what she was paid to do.

I looked at Bunny and said we have to talk, “talk about what”, why you feel you need to leave, “you know why, it’s about time you found yourself a companion,” in case you’ve forgotten I am still married to your mother, “but she’s in a comatose state now thanks to the drink and drugs,” I know, but I can’t just abandon her, can we talk about this before you make any decisions.

Book somewhere nice, I’ll take you out for dinner, and I’m sorry Meg, for shouting, take few days off and go visit your sister, with that I gave Meg some money, kissed Bunny and left for the office.

I arrived home kültür escort and looked about for Bunny, she wasn’t down stairs so I went up and knocked on her door “I’m getting ready I’ll be down soon,” I’m going to shower and change,” I’ve booked for 7.30, we can have a drink before we leave” she shouted back. I was waiting for Bunny downstairs, I heard her say “well, will I do,” I looked up and almost dropped my glass of wine, she looked exquisite as she glided down the stairs, she had a knee length dress that hugged her curve’s, she wore high heels and her legs so shapely in what I assumed were silk stockings by the sheen, her dark hair was immaculate and her makeup was perfect with eyes not to dark and the light red lipstick set off her beautifully shaped lips.

She had booked a small family run Italian restaurant, why here I asked, “because I’m told it’s very good, secluded, and we haven’t been here before.

I wanted this to be our special place, a place, where you don’t take client’s, or anyone else, a place where we could be any couple, not father and daughter.” We ate, talked and drank wine, she smiled when the proprietor ask if the entertainers could serenade my beautiful young lady, and she was so beautiful, god why did she have to be my daughter, my feelings were not those of a father.

We arrived home and Bunny said “why don’t you light the fire, I don’t feel tired, we can have a nightcap and a smoke, I’m going upstairs, be down soon, make mine a large malt,” I slipped my jacket and tie off making myself comfortable, poured the drinks and sat in my chair.

When Bunny appeared she was wearing her dressing gown, she sat on the floor at my feet leaned over took a cigarette from the box, put it between her lips and lit it, and after exhaling she smiled “I hope the lipstick doesn’t spoil the taste,” I’m sure it will add to the pleasure and with that she climbed up onto my lap, took her drink , and drank, she took my smoke and put it between her lips inhaled and exhaled so sensually, Bunny had taken control of what was about to happen.

She gently ran her fingers through my hair, down my cheek and lifted my head by the chin, she kissed my eyes, and each cheek and then my lips, “I love you so much daddy” I know darling but this, “no daddy, I love you, and I want to be with you.” But it’s, “it’s what we both want daddy, you can’t deny it”, I know darling but, and again she put her finger to my lips, “please daddy don’t fight the feelings we have for each other”, I knew at that moment I couldn’t deny her anything.

I looked at her, put my hand gently on her cheek and smiled, as I pulled her to me,I kissed her lips lightly at first and then more passionately, I let my tongue explore her mouth, Bunny let her tongue dance with mine.

I was holding Bunny in my arms, it felt so good, so natural, Bunny took my hand and slid it into her robe, and on to her naked breasts, I fondled those wonderful firm glands, gently kneading them like a artist with his clay. Bunny untied her robe and held her breast so I could suck and nibble her little hard perfectly erect nipple.

She gave a little sigh as I went from one to the other. Bunny lifted my head and started kissing, she looked at me, her smiling lips whispered “give me your hand.”

Taking it she put it on her knee and gradually moved my hand up her leg, and onto the inside of her thigh, then onto her vagina, she then took one finger and rubbed it up and down her wet lips, then inserted it into herself, “fuck me with your fingers daddy, please.” I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb whilst inserting one then two fingers into her wanting hole, we were kissing more urgently and I could feel her muscles tighten around my fingers.

She pushed her hips forward and threw her head back, she grabbed my hand, pushed it into her as hard as she could, groaning, “I coming, fuck me harder, harder”, I was ramming my fingers into her soaking pussy, I took her clitoris between my thumb and finger and she went rigid and just kept coming.

After Bunny had finished her orgasm, she took my hand and put one of my fingers between her lips and sucked, she kissed and licked my hand, then put the other finger in my mouth, she didn’t have to say anything, I closed my lips and sucked it, she smiled “now daddy ,do you like the taste of your little girl,” you taste wonderful darling.

Bunny slid off my lap and knelt between my legs, “now it’s time for daddy’s little bunny to play,” she undid my belt and zip, I raised my hips ,she pulled down my trousers and pants releasing my cock which sprung to attention and as it did so sprayed precum into the air hitting her in the face.

She smiled wiped it with her finger and licked it off, “well daddy, I can see that you are ready” with that she lowered her head and with her tongue, expertly ran it over the tip of my cock collecting the sticky precum into markantalya escort her mouth.

She closed her lips around my cock and moved slowly and lustfully down it’s full length , fondling my balls with her left hand whilst gently holding my rigid cock between her lips, moving her teeth gently down to the base, and as she raised her head I could feel her teeth gently pulling the skin, she came halfway up before going down again and then easing her teeth, started to speed up, I grabbed her head and held it.

She got into a beautiful rhythm, it was fantastic, I took back control and gently gripping her hair I started pushing up and down, faster and faster. I looked at Bunny her eyes smiled, she released and as she lowered her head again, said ” fuck my mouth daddy, push your hard cock into my mouth and make me choke” with that I grabbed her hair and fucked her wet wanting mouth as hard as I could, it didn’t take long and I bucked my hips until I felt my come hit the back of her throat, I moaned and gave one last hard push down until she was choking and my come started to run down the corner of her mouth.

Bunny licked all the come from my cock, and brought her head up at the same time I lowered mine, our lips met tongues meeting in a frenzy within our mouths. I apologized to Bunny for coming so quickly, “oh daddy it was beautiful and we have all night lets get comfortable,” and she got up and while I stripped off the rest of my clothes, Bunny arranged the cushions in front of the fire.

I poured us another malt and we laid together enjoying a cigarette and drink. I wanted to try and make sense of what we were doing but at the same time I just knew for us it was right, Bunny lying in my arms both of us completely naked.

After we finished our smokes Bunny started rubbing my chest and biting my nipples, moving her hand down onto my cock and to my surprise it started to become hard again.

Bunny looked at me and winked she got up off the floor and sat on my chair and as I positioned myself between her legs she spread them wide, one over each arm of the chair, and with fingers pulled her pussy lips apart, dark pink folds on either side exposing the bright pink flesh of her wet and inviting pussy. “Use your tongue daddy make me come.

I want you to drink my love juice”, I lowered my head and started licking up and down the sides, moving leisurely towards the center, moving up and down and back up paying attention to her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and tenderly rubbing it between my teeth.

Bunny grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face against her soaking wet cunt, and as she came, I drank the gushing sweet fluid endlessly flowing from within her.

she pulled me up, took my cock and slid it into her pussy, sliding her ass forward impaling herself onto my solid 8in cock, Bunny leaned over grabbed a cigarette and lit it, as she exhaled she smiled “fuck me like your whore daddy, you like your cheap fucking whore to smoke, while you ram that big fucking cock into my soaking wet cunt, do it daddy for Bunny.”

Slowly I moved forward and backwards, drawing my cock out and then forward pushing it so my balls slapped against her pussy, Bunny wrapped her legs around my body gripping me tight against her.

Our bodies moved as one and I could feel Bunny quivering, her eyes rolled and she begged, “fuck me daddy fuck me like your cheap slut whore, dragging in smoke she shouted, ” harder daddy fuck your little girl harder, make me your fucking filthy whorrrrrrrre,

Bunny slumped we were both shattered, I had never heard my daughter talk that way, we cuddled for a while then went upstairs.

We showered, I soaped her back and then moved my hands around to her breasts, gently running my thumbs over her nipples, down over her stomach, and on to the pussy, sliding my hand between her thighs and inserting a finger into her soapy pussy. Bunny had her hand behind her rubbing my cock, oh daddy, you’re insatiable, I love it.

Bunny got into my bed, I smiled at her and joking asked if she thought it was right her sleeping in her dads bed, smiling back she retorted our bed daddy, our bed.

As we lay there my arms wrapped around her and her head on my chest, we discussed all aspects, the dangers of this relationship and how careful we would have to be.

With regards to Meg, it was a problem having her living in the house, she would notice our unique sleeping arrangement.

Bunny smiled and said not to worry, she would sort it out.

All you have to do daddy, is stay fit, randy and ready to fuck me senseless on demand.

In return my pussy will be at your beck and call 24/7.

On Megs return we told her Bunny would be staying at home, that she had decided to join the company, so as we would be working together and traveling around it made more sense, Bunny turned and suggested I finished my business in the den while she had a girl to girl with Meg.

This was the start of what Bunny called our PERFECT PARTNERSHIP, I would teach her the business, and she would take control of all other business including my personal education.

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DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: incest, pee

§

Kat Peoples stared, perplexed, at the doorknob that would not turn. She tried it clockwise, counterclockwise. It was definitively locked. And then she clocked the sounds coming from inside the room: the high melodious girl sounds, the rhythmic baritone boy sounds, and the insistent wooden drumming, as of a headboard thumping a wall.

“Well, this is an unexpected development,” she said, turning to her twin brother, Rufus, who was swaying sleepily behind her in the hall. “Is that Ash?”

“I’ve never heard him moan like that,” said Rufus. “But it sounds like his voice.”

“Hmm,” said Kat. “I thought Ash was supposed to be gay.”

“That’s what he says. But celibate. ‘Cause of Jesus.”

“Sounds like he’s breaking his vow…and not with a dude.”

Rufus shrugged. “Now that he’s graduated, he must be branching out, trying new things. He also lost his beer virginity tonight. I saw him drink at least half a bottle. Come to think of it, he was sharing that bottle with Keri Lobl. I wonder if she’s-“

“I saw him rubbing sunscreen on Keri’s back this afternoon. I thought he was being oddly non-awkward about it.”

“Damn.” Rufus scratched his chin. “Ash and Keri. That’s…an unusual couple. She must have worked her pagan magic on him. Well, good for them, I suppose.”

“It’s good somebody’s getting laid tonight,” agreed Kat. “But Ash could have done better than Keri Lobl.”

“I dunno. She’s attractive, in a hairy, dirt-under-the-fingernails sort of way.”

“She’s dumb. She believes in elves. Like, literal elves. She thinks they exist.”

“You sound a little jealous.”

“If I’d’ve known Ash was into girls…” Kat frowned. “He could have turned to me for his deflowering needs.”

“He probably thinks of you like a sister. Y’know? It’d be weird.”

“Why? You hooked up with Ash’s sister, didn’t you?”

“Sure, but that’s different.”

“How so?”

“You know Tish. She likes to spread it around.”

Kat nodded. “I heard she gangbanged the entire men’s lacrosse team at Penn State.”

“Nonsense,” said Rufus. “People like to start rumors. I mean, Tish may well have banged the entire lacrosse team. That I can believe. But one at a time is more her style.”

“Anyway…so now what, R.P.? We’re obviously not sleeping in there.” Kat poked her thumb in the direction of the sex sounds. “This is a conundrum.”

§§

Ash Haushauer was hosting the biggest, albeit somewhat belated, graduation party for the Conestoga Valley High class of 2018. Graduation had actually occurred two weeks earlier, but it wasn’t till this weekend that Ash could host his party of parties. This weekend, his parents were out of town, attending yet another graduation. Their fifth eldest daughter, Tess, was receiving her law degree from the University of Chicago. This left Ash alone on the family farm.

Festivities had commenced that day around noon. Kat and Rufus had competed in spirited cornhole and wiffleball tournaments, had swum in the pond and ridden the Sea Doo, had shouted, flirted, and danced to loud terrible music, and at dusk had sacrificed and devoured a pig.

The Haushauers, including Ash, were devout Mennonites. Ash was a non-drinker (at least, prior to that evening). Although he’d not, himself, provided any alcohol for the party, he’d not disallowed others from bringing their own. And bring it, they did. The booze had flowed copiously.

On the other hand, Ash had been a stickler about drunk driving. To that end, he’d collected everyone’s car keys and locked them away in a big metal toolbox, to be returned the following morning, or upon proof of sobriety. He’d rather everyone crash at his house, he’d said, than anyone crash their car.

The Haushauers’ commodious old farmhouse had many spare bedrooms (for Ash was the youngest of eight siblings, all of whom, save Ash, had left the nest). There were also numerous couches and recliners, a passel of chaise lounges on the back porch, and if nothing else, there was plenty space on the floor. Ash had encouraged people to bring sleeping bags. Some had pitched tents on the hill behind the pond.

Ash had given up his own bedroom to guests and was instead sleeping in the master bedroom downstairs, his parents’ bedroom. He’d invited Kat and Rufus to spend the night with him, as they were among his closest friends, and he trusted them not to steal, befoul, or break anything. His parents’ bed was an enormous California king, with plenty of room for three people to sprawl without touching. To minimize temptation, they were to have arranged themselves with Kat in the middle: boy-sister-celibate gay boy.

Actually, Kat and Rufus had each secretly hoped to find a hookup partner for the evening, and thus avoid Ash’s bed of chastity. However, this did not come to pass. Instead, Ash’s bed, improbably, had become the konyaaltı escort bed of fornication. And now Kat and Rufus were left without a place to sleep.

§§§

Behind the bedroom door, things seemed to be reaching a crescendo. The thumping of the headboard quickened, bedsprings screaked precariously, Ash huffed like a wild beast, and Keri wailed in a shrill, hyphenated falsetto.

Kat’s lips scrunched into a pout. “This sucks, R.P. Now it’s late, and all the other beds are already taken, I’m sure.”

They checked the other bedroom downstairs, the guest bedroom. At least half a dozen people, all guys from the looks of it, were crammed sardine-like onto the bed, snoring like a chorus of mechanical frogs. The room smelled of foot fungus.

Kat sounded a sad trombone. “Wah, wah, wah.”

In the living room, the two sofas and two recliners were occupied. The floors, too, were littered with bodies, some curled up on the rug, some lolling and drooling on the bare hardwood. Scattered amidst them was a wreckage of cups, cans, bottles, paper plates, discarded clothing, shoes, fragments of smashed pottery, a spray of blackish soil, and an uprooted fiddle-leaf fig.

Rufus thought a spot on the floor between the piano and the fireplace looked adequate, but Kat tugged him away by his sleeve.

“You don’t have a sleeping bag,” she admonished.

Kat went to investigate the back porch. Meanwhile, Rufus poked his head into the den. His eyes nearly poked on out of his head when he beheld the spectacle within.

Ottavia Putkowski and Lucy Gruetzmacher were spooning on a blue leather sofa, wearing nothing but skimpy panties, watching anime on an ancient black-and-white TV. Or rather, their eyes were open and their faces aimed at the TV, but they appeared to be in a catatonic state. Their mouths were slack, and Lucy was drooling. They didn’t react to Rufus’s intrusion.

In the corner of the room, another girl was wearing not even panties. She knelt, fully nude, before an old wingback chair in brown and green plaid, her head down, dark hair ensconcing her face like a veil.

At first, Rufus thought she was vomiting (perhaps inspired by the chair’s colors). He’d seen a number of his classmates in a similar posture that evening. But then he heard the slurping and saw the slow bobbing of her head. Whoever was sitting in the chair was obscured by its angle, its wing, and the girl’s naked body.

Although her face was not visible, Rufus knew the body: short but sturdy, somewhat stubby of limb, wide of hip, thick through the thighs and rump, with a good bit of muscle and a little pudge-not too much pudge, just enough to make everything soft and round. Her skin was tawny, with complex and diffuse tan lines left behind by various cuts of summer clothes. From where Rufus stood, to her rear and diagonal, he could have easily mistaken the girl for his sister, except that Kat was currently accounted for. Which meant that she could only be Rose Gillogly.

Kat and Rose had played volleyball together since junior high, and had often been mistaken for sisters. They could have nearly passed for twins, except that Rose was a hair taller, had a higher and rounder forehead, a less complexly-faceted nose, no gap between her front teeth, and smaller boobs. She also spoke in a squeaky cartoon voice, in contrast to Kat’s husky mezzo. However, despite being longtime teammates and semi-doppelgängers, Kat and Rose were more rivals than friends.

When the kneeling naked girl’s hair parted, momentarily, to reveal a wedge of her face and a pale, swinging, teacup-sized breast, Rufus determined that she was, indeed, Rose. Sweet, bubbly Rose from his Spanish class, the cheerleading squad, and his sister’s volleyball team was sucking a cock. It felt very wrong to watch. He knew he shouldn’t. But in the flickering light of the vintage TV, the whole scene seemed not quite real. So, he watched.

Rose didn’t see him. Her eyes were closed, or at least the one he could see. Like Kat, Rose had large, wide-set eyes, slightly bulgy, with big smoky lids and long curling lashes. Her lips were puffed out like a volcano. Slowly, methodically, her head bobbed on a shiny penis.

Her hair-curtain closed, then parted again, but this time her eye was open. She glanced back over her shoulder. Rufus backed away a half step, but she held him with her gaze. Her expression was hard to read from his angle, plus with the big cock plugging her mouth, but her eye was glassy calm. She didn’t miss a beat with her bobbing. However, she blocked out his view of her suckling face by shuffling around on her knees, squaring her body to the door, aiming her ass directly at Rufus. He gasped, audibly.

Among his circle of friends, consensus held that Rose had the finest ass in their class, in their entire school, in fact, and probably in their entire geographical region. It was a world-class ass. And here it was before him, so plush, so spacious! Two perfect globular hemispheres kültür escort smooshed lovingly together, punctuated in the middle by a pucker and a slit-an upside-down exclamation point! Silently, Rufus thanked the universe. He felt blessed to witness such beauty in the flesh. It was like sighting a rare and elusive bird.

It started to move. It moved like the slow swishing of a feline’s tail. This puzzled Rufus. What does it mean? Am I being taunted? Is this a mooning? Is she showing off? Or…could it be…an invitation?

“What’s up?” Kat’s voice came from behind.

Rufus jumped. “Nothing!” he said, jerking the door shut. “Occupado. Porch?”

“Nope. Well…the porch swing is free, but it’s still damp with Talia’s piss.”

“Let’s try upstairs.”

§§§§

Rufus trailed his sister up the stairs. He was exhausted after a hard day of drinking and playing in the sun, but also unexpectedly stimulated after his encounter with Rose Gillogly and her ass. His eyes, by chance, fell upon Kat’s ass as she climbed. Normally, he would never ogle his own sister, but in his current state of zombified arousal, he lacked the willpower to look away. It was right there in front of his face, in a pair of snug denim shorts, swinging like a meaty pendulum. He could almost hear it intoning, “You are very, very sleepy…and horny.”

He also couldn’t help but compare his sister’s ass to Rose’s. Rose may have semi-officially had the best ass in their class, but he thought Kat’s compared favorably. It was very much the same type of ass as Rose’s, with quite similar proportions: broad and bubbly, well-muscled and well-padded, with grandiose curves. Kat’s ass was underrated, Rufus felt.

The problem was, probably, that Kat’s ass was overshadowed by her boobs. Just as a consensus had formed around Rose’s ass, one had also formed around Kat’s boobies. Most of his friends (save Ash) coveted them, thought they were the best in town. Martin Hamschlinger called them “rocket titties,” because they were massive (especially for her diminutive frame), pointy-tipped, and gravity-defying, dangling down but curving back around to aim for the stars.

In the gloom at the top of the stairs, Kat almost immediately stumbled, and Rufus nearly plowed into her. She flipped on the light in the half-bath to her left and discovered her stumbling block: a pair of feet protruding into the hall. They belonged to Madeleine Hinz. She lay face-down on the bath mat, ass humped in the air, wearing nothing but a silver anklet and a pair of men’s tighty-whities. The briefs hung loose and low on her hips, exposing a sliver of her crack.

Kat shook her head. “Tsk-tsk.”

Rufus pointed to the toilet, backed up and overflowing, due to someone having tried to flush what looked like a stuffed toy frog. A thin pool of water spread amoeba-like on the tiled floor, and had already reached the fringe of Madeleine’s bath mat. “She’s about to get a rude awakening,”

“Not as rude as Jerene’s,” said Kat.

Rufus chortled. “What was Talia thinking?”

Kat shrugged. “She was probably thinking Jerene looked like a toilet. If you’re drunk enough, I can see how you’d make that mistake.”

“How do you even get that drunk without being unconscious?”

“Dunno, but I think I’ve got a new fetish,” said Kat. “Come to think of it, young Maddy here looks like she’d make a fine toilet.” Kat leaned back, squinted, gauging her aim, and reached for her zipper.

Rufus took hold of her wrist. “Don’t be a dick,” he said, chuckling. “I mean, don’t be a Talia.”

“Kidding,” said Kat, removing her fingers from her fly. Instead, she burrowed into her pocket and came out with some coins: two quarters, a nickel, and three cents. She repocketed the silver coins and slipped the pennies one-by-one into Madeleine’s crack, like a vending machine.

Madeleine’s fingers twitched, and she let out a beevish groan.

“Wake up, sleepy Maddy.” Kat prodded the unconscious girl with her sandaled foot. “You’re fixing to get a toilet-bowl facial.”

Madeleine muttered some unintelligible curses. But, slowly, and after a few more prods from Kat, she hefted herself, in fitful stages, to her feet. In the process, she gave Rufus a nice eyeful of her small, perky, pink-tipped boobies.

She stood, reeling like a newborn foal. One by one, the pennies dropped from her Fruit of the Looms and clacked onto the floor tiles. A moment later, she lost a brief struggle with the oversized undies, and they slipped entirely from her slender hips and crumpled around her ankles.

Rufus goggled at her mousy-brown pubic thatch, before he remembered he should avert his eyes.

Kat flipped off the bathroom light to allow Madeleine to get herself combobulated in the relative privacy of semi-darkness.

After gathering up her underpants, Madeleine tottered off down the dimly-lit hall, stopping at the first door on the left (which happened to be Ash’s bedroom).

Before she could markantalya escort disappear, Kat asked her, “Hey, we’re looking for a place to crash. Is there any room in there?”

“Room in there?” echoed Madeleine. “Well, there’s me and Jeff…and Clyda Klir. That’s…” She furrowed her brow, as if trying to work out a difficult equation. “Actually, this room is not… You can’t come in. I mean, because of…activities. Sorry.” She paused. “But you could try a different room. There are other rooms,” she added, her voice rising to an encouraging falsetto. Then she lost her briefs again. She opened the door and slipped inside, nude. The lock clicked behind her.

Kat shot Rufus a smirk. Before she could speak, a single high note pierced the air. It was unmistakably a sex sound, feminine. But it didn’t come from Madeleine; it came from another room further down the hall.

“Jeez,” groused Kat. “Everyone’s getting laid tonight…except me.”

“And me,” said Rufus.

§§§§§

According to Ash, his family’s farmhouse was older than the United States. Originally a tavern and inn, the ivy-covered fieldstone structure dated from the eighteenth century. Although the downstairs had been heavily renovated and modernized, the upstairs hallway had been carefully preserved, and still looked much as it would have nearly 300 years earlier, with exposed gray stone at either end, rough-hewn wood beams supporting the ceiling, and wood planking completely lining the interior. Six heavy oaken bedroom doors, with blacksmith-forged iron fittings, faced off in three pairs. Between them hung two pairs of curving iron candelabra, fitted with electric candle-bulbs, whose flickering orange tongues cast skittery orbs of muted light, separated by long stretches of shadow.

Kat and Rufus worked their way, one door at a time, down this dark and ancient hall. Behind door number one, on the left, were Madeleine and friends. Rufus tried door number two, on the right, and found it locked. Ditto for door number three, per Kat.

The sex sounds started in again-this time, not an isolated moan, but a full barrage of aahs and oohs and mmms and nnnghs and other, more guttural ejaculations. These issued from behind door number four.

Door number five was locked.

This left door number six. Kat tried the handle, and eureka! She cracked the door to a deep red glow and a thick haze of marijuana smoke, warm and herby and pleasantly skunky. She opened the door a bit further.

A pair of ruby glass hurricane lamps burned on twin nightstands, lighting the room like a Martian boudoir. Where the lamps’ crimson aureoles crossed, an overweight goth girl, Adeline Lare, lazed on the bed in a silk kimono. She had shiny raven hair, ruler-straight bangs, and squared-off and serious-looking eyebrows. Her skin was alabaster. Her big, luxuriant body was well past voluptuous, but nicely-proportioned: an extra-large hourglass. Her face bore her excess weight handsomely.

Rufus was not normally into big girls, or goth girls, but he’d always found Adeline attractive, at least physically. He’d never found her particularly friendly. She looked at him now with a deadpan expression as his head peeked into view above Kat’s in the doorframe.

On the floor at Adeline’s feet were six young Amish men-neighbors and acquaintances of Ash, not classmates-fully dressed in their broadfall black trousers, plain blue shirts, and suspenders, straw hats in their laps, sitting Indian-style in rows of three. Half had beards; half did not. They quietly passed a glass bong amongst themselves, whilst staring at the wall beside the door.

Rufus and Kat both craned their necks to look up at the wall, where an almost cinema-sized flat-screen was mounted. They immediately recognized the scene.

A lovely redhead lay curled on a porch swing, eyes closed, mouth set in a wobbly grin, long ginger locks dangling through the swing’s wooden slats, swishing back and forth across the steel blue floorboards, pushed by a gentle breeze. Behind her, shafts of evening sunlight punched through a lush, rustling canopy of foliage, bleaching the girl’s already-pale features to a luminous white, and glinting off her hair as from a sheet of polished copper. All around her, boisterous partygoers jostled and swigged from red plastic cups. Belligerent hip-hop thumped in the background. But amidst the commotion, the redhead was an island of tranquility. This was Jerene Mollette. Earlier that evening, she’d drunk too much hairy buffalo and passed out on Ash’s porch swing.

Jerene made such a pretty picture that someone had decided to film her. For several minutes, the camera gazed on her loveliness. It zoomed in on her blissed-out face, focusing on her constellations of freckles, her dimples, her adorable upturned nose. It tilted down to show the tips of her hair sweeping up bits of leaves, tiny twiglets, and other detritus from the floor, plus a big black ant. It panned to the hem of her cotton print dress, fluttering against her milky thighs. It panned some more to her dainty feet, with one sandal off and one still on, her toenails polished scarab-green. It zoomed out again to take in the whole of her petite, recumbent form, swinging in the breeze.

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Prologue: The night before the reunion

19 year old twins Jessie and Timothy were trying not to rock the house the way they were rocking their bed. Jessie was on her hands and knees on the bed while Timothy thrust passionately into her from behind. “Oh fuck me big brother.” Jessie moaned as she felt Timothy’s 9 inch cock slam deep into her body.

Being twins, Jessie and Timothy had always been closer then normal brothers and sisters. Both were 5’8″, Jessie had a more slender build with 34B tits, while Timothy took after their father with a more medium build. Both had bright red hair and brown eyes.

When Timothy had crept into Jessie’s room the night of their 18th birthday and told her he wanted to fuck her, Jessie had been shocked and surprised. Of course that didn’t last long as he stripped her naked then brought her to orgasm four times with his mouth before he slammed his cock into her taking her virginity and his.

Their parents had been surprised when the twins came to them the next day and told them that they wanted to move into the attic together. When their mother asked why, Timothy had told her that he thought the downstairs bedrooms should be for guests since they usually had so many and since the twins were so close anyway, why not share a bedroom to?

The truth was though that the twins wanted a place they could fuck each others brains out without alerting their parents to what they were doing.

Crystal and Patrick agreed, so the twins had moved up to the attic. Over the last year, Timothy had taken not only his sister’s pussy virginity, but also that of her mouth and ass.

Now though, he was burying his cock deep into her pussy while he felt her muscles clench around him. “Oh sis, I love your sweet pussy.” He growled as he thrust hard into her while his hands gripped her hips, pulling her roughly back against him.

“Oh Timothy, your cock is so big, I love it.” Jessie cried burying her face in her pillow as she pushed hard against him. “Fuck me so good.”

Timothy did just that. He rammed his cock repeatedly into her depths while he reached beneath her body and gripped her clit with his fingers. He pulled at it painfully and heard his sister cry out in both pleasure and pain. “I’m cummmminnnnngggg…” She screamed as she suddenly convulsed around his pounding cock.

“That’s it sis, coat my cock.” Timothy moaned as he increased the power of his thrusts. His sister’s pussy was milking at his cock and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer from filling her. “You want my cum sis?” he panted as he thrust into her. “You want me to cum deep inside you?”

“Yes…Oh yes…Flood my pussy with your delicious cum Timothy.” Jessie cried ramming her body hard against him. “Make me cum again.”

Timothy lowered his body over hers, grabbing her tits in his hands as he impaled her body with his hard shaft. He knew that Jessie loved to feel him cum deep inside her. He still thanked god every morning that their mother had put Jessie on birth control as soon as she turned 16. True she hadn’t needed it for two years but better to be prepared.

Timothy hammered his cock deep inside her as he felt his cum start shooting up his cock. “Here it cums sis, take all my fucking juices.” He yelled as he emptied himself deep inside her.

“Timothy, yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss…” She screamed as she felt him coat her pussy with his jizz. Her body convulsed around him as he pushed her once again into orgasm.

When it was over, Timothy collapsed on top of her sweaty back as he kissed her lovingly on the neck. “Tomorrow starts the family reunion.” He said softly as he pulled his limp cock from her body and collapsed on his back beside her.

Jessie curled up against him with her head lying on his chest. “Yea I know. I don’t know why mom and dad have to throw this thing every year. I mean we see most of these people practically everyday.”

Timothy just wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “True, but I hear that uncle Nicholas and Aunt Brenda are coming with their kids.” He said softly. A picture of him fucking his aunt Brenda ran through his mind. He had always thought she was beautiful and would love to stick his cock deep in her snatch.

“That’s true.” Jessie yawned as she thought about her cousin Nathan. She had the hots for him for as long as she could remember. She wondered if maybe she could convince him to fuck her while they were in town.

As the twins fell asleep in each others arms, dreaming of a relative they wanted to fuck during the reunion, the didn’t realize that their parents were standing right outside their door, thinking the same thing.

Chapter 1 Fun with mom and dad

Early the next morning, our family was sitting around the breakfast table chatting about all the relatives they would be seeing and spending time with over the next week. Crystal and Timothy were going to make up the spare bedrooms for the guests while Jessie went into town with her dad to get the rest of the roll away beds.

As they ate their illegal bahis breakfast, Jessie looked at her parents. Patrick was an older version of Timothy in a lot of ways. His red hair was starting to thin, but she thought that made him look more handsome. His face was covered with a bushy mustache and beard. Unlike most men his age, Patrick didn’t have a beer belly. He was slender and tall.

Crystal on the other hand was a bit chubby around the middle but no one seemed to notice that. Standing at 5’8″ and 160lbs, Jessie thought her mother was one of the most beautiful women she had ever known. Unlike the rest of her immediate family who had red hair, Crystal’s was a dark brown color. It was almost black in color. Her amber eyes were always full of laughter. In her 19 years of existence, Jessie didn’t remember a time when she ever saw her mother cry.

“Nicholas and Brenda should be here around 2.” Crystal was saying as they ate their breakfast.

Patrick glanced at his watch, and then wiped milk off his mustache and beard. “In that case,” he looked at his daughter. “We should get going. It’s already a little after 9.”

Jessie took one more bite of her cereal then pushed away from the table. “Sounds good to me dad.” She smiled at Timothy then followed her father out of the house.

Timothy finished eating his own cereal as he watched his mother clean up. “So only Uncle Nicholas and his family are staying here at the house?”

Crystal, who was putting the empty bowls together smiled at her son. “Yup, they are the only ones in from out of town.” She carried the empty bowls into the kitchen.

Timothy watched the way her butt wiggled when she walked and got a hard on. He sighed knowing that he wouldn’t be having any fun with Jessie until tonight when they went to bed. He drank up his milk then followed his mother into the kitchen only to drop the glass bowl on the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces. “Mom?” He asked stunned as he looked at his mother.

Crystal was leaning against the counter, naked from the waist up. Her 40D, pert tits were pointing out from her body as she looked at her son. “You know, you used to love to suck on mommy’s titties when you were a baby.” She cooed as she ran her hand lightly over her tit.

Timothy’s mouth dropped open as he watched her caress her own breast, then take the nipple between her fingers and pinch it. “Want to see if you still like it?” She asked with a smile on her face.

The broken glass was forgotten as Timothy dove at his mother. His mouth locked on one of her nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth as he made slurping sounds. “Mmmmm, that feels good baby boy.” Crystal purred running her fingers though his hair.

Timothy sucked hungrily at her tit as his hand moved over her other one. He took her nipple between his fingers pinching it lightly while he grazed his teeth over the one in his mouth. “Oh yes. Suck momma’s titties baby boy.” Crystal moaned as he took more of her tit into his sucking mouth. He sucked hard at her for a minute then moved his mouth to the other one.

While he nursed at her breasts, Crystal moved her hands over his body. She moved them down over his chest, and then when she came to the opening of his jeans, she pulled them open. Timothy moaned against her breast when he felt her push his pants and underwear down exposing his hard cock. “Touch me mom.” He breathed licking at her flesh.

Crystal smiled as she exposed his hard cock. He was a little bit bigger in length then his father. She pushed his clothes down past his hips, and then wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking him lightly. “Oh yea.” Timothy moaned lifting his mouth from her breast to claim her mouth with his own.

Crystal moaned into his mouth when he pushed his tongue into her eager mouth. She jacked his cock slowly while squeezing it each time she pulled upward. When she felt Timothy suddenly lift her body up onto the counter, she squeaked. “Timothy.” She gasped pulling her mouth from his.

Timothy just smiled at her, and then worked at her jeans. When he had them open, she lifted her hips so he could slide them off of her body. When she was completely naked, he moved between her spread legs, lowering his mouth to her snatch. “Mmmmm…Suck mommy’s pussy baby.” Crystal moaned when she felt his tongue touch her.

Timothy licked at her outer lips, and then spread them open with his fingers to find the treasure inside. He ran his tongue lightly over her clit, making her cry out even as her body shivered in pleasure. “Oh baby.” She moaned when he took her clit between his lips, sucking gently.

Timothy lifted her legs up over his shoulders as he lovingly ate out her pussy. He sucked at her clit while he teased her slit with his fingertip. When she moaned, he let his finger slide into her. “Oh fuck.” She moaned leaning back on the counter until her back hit the wall behind her. Crystal pulled at her tits as she closed her eyes. “Feels so good.” She moaned lifting her body against him.

Timothy wrapped his tongue around her illegal bahis siteleri clit while he slowly fingered her pussy. Crystal was moaning and crying out as she humped her pussy against his face. When he bit gently at her clit, Crystal screamed and flooded his moving fingers.

He kept at her pussy as she came, then pulled his fingers from her wet hole, shoving them into his mouth. “Mmmmm…Mom you taste good.” He moaned around his fingers.

Crystal ran her fingers through his hair. “Want me to suck on you baby?” She cooed.

Timothy smiled at her with passion filled eyes. “Later.” He growled locking his mouth roughly against hers as he brought his cock against her entrance.

When Crystal felt his cockhead press against her, she moaned into his mouth, lifting her hips even as he slid smoothly into her depths. “Oh yes. Fuck me.” She cried as he thrust slowly into her body. She moved her legs off his shoulders, wrapping them tightly around his waist as she pulled him hard against her.

His mother’s pussy wasn’t as tight as Jessie’s but it still felt great around his thrusting cock. “Oh mom, you have such a nice pussy.” Timothy moaned as he pushed hard into her. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was buried inside her then slammed hard into her body.

“Fuck…Yes…” Crystal cried as he rode her. “Fuck me…Ride my pussy with your hard cock.” She screamed. She lifted her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

It didn’t take long for the fucking couple to pick up a rhythm. When Timothy pounded into her, Crystal pulled back, when he pulled out, she slammed her body against his. Both people were crying out in pleasure and desire as they fought for release. “Oh mom…So hot…” Timothy cried when she suddenly tightened her muscles around his thrusting cock. “Hold me inside you. Yea…Just like that.”

“Deeper baby…” Crystal cried pushing herself tightly against him. She felt him digging deep into her depths. “Oh fuck me…”

Timothy locked his mouth on her breast, sucking hard on it as he slammed into her body. He needed her to cum and soon. He felt the cum building in his balls and didn’t think he would be able to hold back much longer. “Oh mom…Cum for me…Please.” He cried reaching between their thrusting bodies to grab at her clit. Her clit was out of its hood and pulsing madly. When Timothy dug his nail painfully into it, Crystal screamed in pain and pleasure.

“I’m cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg…” She screamed as her body tightened around him.

“Fuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…” Timothy screamed as unable to hold back with the way her pussy was milking him; he slammed his cock hard into her eager hole as he emptied his balls of his juices.

When he was empty, Timothy pulled out of her and collapsed with his back against the counter beside her. Seeing his limp cock hanging from his body, Crystal jumped off the counter and onto her knees before him.

Timothy barely had time to react before he felt her mouth engulf his cock. “Oh mom.” He groaned as she cleaned his cock of his juices and hers. He felt her tongue whip around on his flesh and moaned. “Mom, yes.”

“Mmmmmm…” Crystal moaned as she sucked him back to hardness. This time he took her with her arms resting against the counter and him behind her pounding wildly into her body.

As she felt Timothy’s cock reaming her hot pussy from behind, Crystal wondered if Patrick had fucked Jessie yet.

***

At the moment Crystal wondered that, Patrick was actually slamming his 8 inch cock into Jessie’s pussy while she had her face braced up against the passenger door.

When Patrick and Jessie left the house, Patrick headed towards town. Jessie was chattering about all the relatives she was going to see when suddenly he pulled off the main road and onto a deserted dirt road. “Where are we going dad?” Jessie asked in wonder.

“I want to show you something sweetheart.” Patrick replied continuing down the dirt road until they were about 2 miles from the main road. When he felt they were far enough from civilization, Patrick turned of the engine then looked at his daughter.

“What do you want to show me dad?” Jessie asked looking out at the deserted area around them.

“This.”

Jessie’s eyes widened when she looked back over at her father. He had his 8 inch cock out of his pants and was stroking it slowly. “Hungry baby girl?” he asked with a grin.

Jessie smiled at him. “Starved daddy.” She moved on the seat so she could lie down while Patrick lifted the steering wheel so she would have access.

Jessie replaced her father’s hand on his cock. She jacked him a couple of times then lowering her head, licked at the base. “Oooooohhhhh…” Patrick moaned closing his eyes.

Jessie just continued to lick at his hard cock until she came to the tip of it. Opening her mouth wide, she took him deep into her mouth. When she had about half of him inside her, she closed her lips and started bobbing her mouth up and down over him while she ran canlı bahis siteleri her tongue lightly over his flesh. “Oh honey, yes. Suck daddy’s cock.” Patrick moaned pushing up with his hips.

Jessie let him push his cock into her throat, and then held him there while she massaged him with her muscles. Patrick started crying out as he shot precum down her throat. Jessie pulled her mouth back and was able to taste the next bit. “Mmmmm…” She sighed as she tasted his essence. She swallowed it, and then dug at his piss-hole looking for more.

“Oh god.” Patrick grunted as he tangled his fingers in Jessie’s hair. “Eat my cock baby. Eat daddy’s hot cock and I’ll give you a prize.

He thrust hard into her mouth as he shoved her head down over him. Jessie just groaned around his thrusting cock as she let him fuck her face. She grazed his flesh with he teeth and Patrick just about jumped out of his skin. “Fuck…Yes…” He growled slamming hard into her sucking mouth. “Oh baby. Don’t stop.” He begged as he forced his shaft in and out of her throat.

While Patrick fucked her face, Jessie lowered one hand down her body until she could get her jeans open. Once they were open she slid her hand inside and attacked her clit with her fingers. “Mmmmmm…” She groaned around her fathers pistoning cock.

Patrick was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn’t realize his daughter was playing with her pussy while she sucked on him. He thrust wildly into her mouth, forcing her to accept him. His hands dug into her scalp as he forced her head down over his hard shaft. “Oh fuck…I’m gonna cum.” He suddenly cried as he slammed her head hard against him.

Jessie’s finger was manhandling her clit. With the way she was laying, she couldn’t get her fingers into her hot slit, so she dug at her clit. “Mmmmmmmph…” She cried against her father’s thrusting cock as she suddenly came.

When she came, Jessie accidentally dug her teeth into Patrick’s shaft. The feeling of her teeth digging into him, made Patrick howl as he flooded her mouth with his juice. “Take daddy’s cum baby.” He cried as he shot deep inside her.

Jessie swallowed his cum as fast as she could. When he was empty, she ran her tongue lovingly over her teeth marks then once again dug at his piss-hole. When she was sure she had gotten it all, she let his semi hard cock slip from between her lips. “You taste good dad.” She said with a grin.

Patrick was breathing heavily as he looked at her through lowered lids. “Take your pants off.” He said leering at her.

Jessie smiled then quickly shed her jeans and panties. Lying back on the seat, she rested on leg on the back of the seat while she rested the other one on the floor. She rested her head against the passenger door as she spread her pussy lips open to her father’s gaze. “Hungry daddy?” She asked huskily.

Patrick smiled at her as he pushed open his door and moved to his knees outside the car. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her squealing body towards him. When she was close enough, he lowered his mouth to her hot snatch. “Oooooohhhhh daddy,” She purred when she felt his tongue move over her pussy. “It feels so good.”

Patrick growled against her snatch but didn’t lift his face. His fingers replaced hers on holding her pussy lips open. He flicked his tongue over her clit and heard her moan. Taking her clit between his lips, he sucked gently on it while he teased her slit with his fingertip. “Oh daddy.” Jessie moaned lifting her hips towards him.

Accepting the invitation willingly, Patrick let his finger slide into her. He felt her muscles tighten around him as he slowly moved it in and out. Jessie was mewling with desire as he sucked at her clit while he slowly fingered her hot slit. He heard her juices squeaking as he pushed his finger deep inside her. When he pushed a second and then a third into her depths, Jessie squealed and humped her body hard against him. “Daddy…Oh daddy, finger my pussy.” She screamed pulling at her tits while her head whipped back and forth on the seat.

Patrick growled against her flesh as he went to town on her pussy. His tongue was flying over her clit even as he sucked hard at it. His fingers were driving hard and fast in her hot little hole. Jessie was flooding his hand even as her body clung to his moving fingers. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered humping hard and fast against his face.

Patrick just sucked harder at her, even as he heard her cries. He wanted her to flood his face with her juices. His hands moved like a bullet being shot out of a gun. His hand was coated in her juices as her body raced towards release. When he suddenly replaced his soaked fingers with his tongue, Jessie shrieked as her body convulsed suddenly around him. “I’m cummmmiiiiinnnnngggg dddddddddaaaaaaadddddddddddyyyyyyyy…” She howled shoving her pussy tightly against his face.

Patrick held her body tight against his face, as his tongue dug deep inside her. His face was coated with her juices from when she came but he was digging at the source looking for more. When she started to cum down from her orgasm, he rammed his tongue hard and fast inside her until she started panting as he pushed her once again towards release. “Daddy…yes…tongue fuck me…Make me cum again.” She begged as she pulled at her nipples.

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Gina had been looking forward to visiting her former sorority sister Anna for weeks. Gina had moved to rural Missouri for work after they graduated from college several years ago, and while Anna had been enjoying life in Dallas, Gina suffered from the lack of social options in small town life. Tonight, Anna had promised to introduce Gina to a few of her friends and, as luck would have it, there was an art gallery opening taking place downtown at a gallery run by a friend of Anna’s. Gina came prepared, with the requisite black cocktail dress – hoping to at least turn a few heads as they had years ago in college, and as Gina had not done much of since.

Arriving at the Gallery along with the crowd, the valet was backed up for a couple of blocks. Nichols’ Gallery is at street level of a large turn of the century downtown building, 18 stories converted primarily to residential use. Anna seemed to know everyone in the hip crowd, moving from small group to small group, introducing Gina around. The artwork was a bit confusing – abstract, lacking in color or shape, but amusing to admire. Gina enjoyed watching the people better, feeling a few men (and perhaps a few ladies) looking her over, she was glad to be back in form. She teased Anna about being able to guess which of the men have slept with Anna. The knowing look in Anna’s eyes told Gina that she was fairly accurate.

Over the course of the evening, Gina noticed one man whom everyone seemed to know, and respect. He was tall, at least 6’4″, late 30s or early 40s, clearly comfortable with the crowd and genuinely enjoyed mingling. It might be her imagination, or wishful thinking, but Gina believed that she caught him looking her way a few times, perhaps because she was nearly the only person in the room whom he didn’t know by name. She caught Anna watching him as well. At some point, Anna’s hand pressed to the small of Gina’s back as she steered Gina toward him. “Carson” Anna said as she kissed his cheek, “I’d like for your to meet a college friend of mine, Gina. Gina, this is Carson Halloran.” Carson smiled at Gina in a way that made her feel genuinely welcome. “What do you think of tonight’s artist?” he asked, as he gently, but clearly intentionally, replaced Anna’s hand with his own in the small of Gina’s back, guiding her away from Anna and toward a large painting. Gina just barely caught a look from Anna . . not certain if she was amused, concerned, or jealous. It didn’t matter, as Gina was enjoying being the momentary focus of Carson’s attention.

For the next 15 minutes or so, Gina found herself the entire focus of Carson’s attention. He even seemed slightly annoyed at having to greet his other friends as he showed Gina various pieces of art and asked about her visit, her work . . life in general. Another gentleman came up to Carson as they were examining one of the few sculptures in this exhibit. Carson apologized for needing to take care of something, leaving Gina standing there .. alone.

Immediately, Anna was beside Gina. “So, Carson seems to have an interest in you” she nearly blurted in Gina’s ear – with a look on her face that Gina recognized as one of experience. Clearly Anna was, or had been, intimate with Carson – but didn’t seem exactly jealous. She explained that the Halloran family is one of the most affluent, and most benevolent, of the major Dallas families. Apparently, Carson owns the building that houses the gallery, and lives on the top floor. Just as Gina was about to ask Anna about her history with Carson, he returned, looking much less frustrated than when he had left, and carrying two fresh drinks.

“I hope Anna hasn’t been filling your head with illegal bahis too many lies about me” he laughed, winking at Anna, but ever so casually slipping an arm around Gina in a familiar way. Gina was surprised, not only by his approach, but also by her reaction, that she didn’t mind, even though his act seemed to almost signal to the entire male population in the room that she was now “off limits.”

All three chatted for a bit, then Anna excused herself to the ladies room. Alone with Carson, he asked Gina if she’d visited Dallas often. He seemed pleased to hear that she’d not spent much time here. “Anna may have told you, but I live on the top floor of this building. I renovated that specific space because of the spectacular views of the city that it provides. I’d love to share it with you, show you a view of the city most don’t get to see.” Despite recognizing this as a “line”, Gina found herself wanting to go with him, wanting to see where this might lead. “Sure” she answered, almost without thinking. She was both shocked and pleased when Carson immediately guided her toward the door. They were outside before it dawned on Gina that Anna has no idea where they went.

The doorman at the main entrance to the old building greeted Carson by name, allowing them both into the immaculately renovated lobby. Carson held the elevator open for Gina, using his cardkey to gain access to the top floor. As the doors closed, Carson’s hand slid from the small of Gina’s back around her waist, hugging her casually to him, smiling over at her as they both rode silently to the top floor.

The elevator door opened onto a small lobby with only one door. Carson unlocked his loft apartment, allowing Gina to enter first. Her senses were almost overcome. His apartment took up the entire top floor, and had nearly no walls. The wide-open space was divided into rooms only by furnishings. The single interior box that housed the elevator and lobby also provided wall space for his kitchen area and doors that led to a bathroom and internal closets. The three exterior walls were nearly floor to ceiling glass. Leather furniture, a large dining area, an office area, a media “room”, his pool table and bar, even his bed, were all visible from the center of this large space. The hardwood floors and everything about the place was immaculate, a mix of modern and old-world.

Gina took all this in, including the view of the city outside, from only the glow of the city lights. He has not turned on any lighting in the apartment yet, nor did he need to do so, as the urban illumination set a delightful pale light across everything.

Carson led Gina casually past the dining table, near the glass corner where his pool table sat. From this corner, Gina could see 1/2 of the city to the south, including the taller buildings nearby. To the west, across a narrow alley, Gina recognized that she was staring at the Adam’s Mark Hotel. Several rooms were able to see directly into this entire space – from less than 30 feet away. Carson moved behind her, facing her south and pointed out various landmarks. From the sound of his voice, she could tell he loved this city. In the glass, she could see her own reflection, and that of Carson standing behind her, as she gazed through it across the city lights.

“It is truly breathtaking, Carson. I can see why you love this view”, she whispered as she leaned back against him, drinking in the entire experience.

Gina sensed Carson’s smile at her comment, as his arms wrapped around her, drawing her body against his. Much taller than Gina, she enjoyed watching the reflection as he slowly leaned down to kiss her neck. One illegal bahis siteleri hand gently massaged her abdomen, as his other hand slid up to cup her breast, skillfully teasing her nipple through the fabric.

When she didn’t protest, his exploring became slightly more direct. Not hurried, his hands touched her body, drawing her back against his, not hiding at all the effect she’d had on him. Gina was neither surprised nor opposed as his hand moved from her breast to the zipper of her dress, sliding it down, slipping one strap, then the other, off her shoulders. In the window, she watched herself being undressed by him. Her dress fell to the ground, her braless breasts reacting to both the open air and the situation. Gina was suddenly thankful that she wore thigh highs and a thong rather than full hose. He continued to kiss her neck as his hands enjoyed her nearly naked body. One finger slowly slipped under the band of her thong, toying with her. A moan escaped his lips, confirming how much he was enjoying himself.

Playfully, Carson slipped the thong off her hips and turned her lips to kiss him fully. He held her naked body to his fully clothed one, caressing her bare ass, and she realized how strong, how big, he truly was. After several minutes of kissing, she was almost unaware that he’d guided both of their bodies back a few steps, until the back of her thighs bumped into the edge of his pool table. Cupping her ass with both hands, Carson lifted her body onto the edge, leaning down to kiss her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he casually shed his suit jacket. Then, after teasing her nipple with his teeth, tugging gently, he stepped back, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a well-developed chest moderately covered in chest hair. A love line trailed down across his stomach and disappeared in his wool pants. Drawing her hands up to touch him, he kissed her fully again, standing between her now parted knees. He bent her body slowly back onto her elbows, kissing his way down her neck, her shoulder, across each breast, slowly exploring every inch of her skin as he moved ever downward. It was almost a shock to her when his tongue slid across her clit, his head buried between her thighs as he sucked on her lips, teasing her, moaning his own approval and arousal.

Slowly, then almost imperceptibly faster, he began to build her arousal with his tongue, his fingers. Nothing seemed to be off limits to his tongue. Gina relaxed, giving in, enjoying. She was almost completely lost in the moment when Carson whispered from between her thighs “I believe we might have an audience”. Gina immediately turned toward the windows to the west, and was shocked to see that in two of the 6 rooms that are directly across from Carson’s loft, people were watching. In one room, a young couple, both dressed for bed, she in a sexy, revealing nightgown, and he in apparently silk boxers, were watching, holding each other, clearly aroused. In another room, half hidden by a curtain, a single man, of unclear age, was watching, trying not to get caught.

Shocked, but beyond stopping, almost beyond caring, this possibly added even more to the experience for Gina, if she were honest with herself. Carson’s tongue inside her, his fingers teasing her lips, her ass, while others watch, was more than she could take. “Don’t stop! Let them watch” she whimpered as her body trembled. She grabbed Carson’s hair, holding him in place. Wave after wave of climax shook her body, Carson’s tongue neither stopping nor pushing further, letting her enjoy.

Gina slowly caught her breath, still unable to believe the situation in which she found herself, and canlı bahis siteleri surprisingly, still completely aroused and craving more. Gina lifted Carson’s head to kiss him, to taste herself on his lips, his face wet from her climax. Glancing over at the hotel, she saw that the young couple was now nearly naked, openly touching one another as they watched. The half-hidden man was clearly stroking himself, so lost in the moment and hoping for more that his bashfulness disappeared. In fact, it dawned on Gina that Carson’s was the only cock she couldn’t see. “My turn” she stated, half-startling herself, as she pushed Carson back, turning him to face those watching, and kneeling, reaching out to unfasten his belt, unzipping his pants. “You like being watched, don’t you?” Carson commented with a slightly smug look on his face as he watched her in the reflection of the window – and watched those watching him.

“I guess I do” she admitted, pushing his boxers and pants off his hips, fully exposing a hard, well-groom cock, ready for action and wet with precum. She pushed Carson back and turned him slightly so everyone can watch as she ran her tongue up and down it, toying with the head, licking his balls. Slowly, while watching them for some reason, Gina lowered her mouth down fully on Carson’s cock. He wrapped one hand around in her hair, aiding her in sucking him. Her mouth and tongue working around him skillfully, his moaning grew, increasing Gina’s excitement. “That’s it, oh fuck, that feels amazing! YOU are amazing” Carson whispered, almost beyond control, his hips moving against her, less gently than she expected. She sucked and teased, knowing what he wanted.

Just as Gina began to wonder if Carson was close, about to cum in her mouth, he pulled out. “Not like this” he said, a man no longer entirely polite, but animalistic with need. He yanked Gina to her feet, his cock throbbing. Leading her to his desk nearest those windows, bending her over the side of it, giving everyone a side view, he parted her legs and took her from behind, nearly violently. Gina’s body was pressed fully against the cool wood of his desk, as Carson rammed into her from behind. One hand wrapped in her hair, tugging, his other hand grabbed her and he drove into her deeply. The woman watching suddenly dropped in front of her partner and started sucking her partner for both of them to watch as they watched Gina’s being taken. The other man was no longer hiding at all – probably obvious to the fact that he could be seen stroking himself.

Gina felt Carson deep inside her, getting closer to cumming. His penetration grew deeper, more focused, when, to her complete surprise, he lifted her off the desk, while still inside her from behind, and pinned her entire naked body to the glass window. The cold glass pressed against every inch of her naked, exposed skin. Her breasts, stomach, face, thighs, were flat against the clear glass as he filled her from behind/ Suddenly he came so violently- beyond anything any other man had ever cum inside her. Half biting her shoulder and neck, Carson held her pinned there as spurt after spurt entered her – until he was completely spent. Then, slowly slipping her body off the glass, sliding out of her, he wrapped Gina in his arms, picked her up, and carried her exhausted body to the nearby bed. Kissing her, Carson winked and asked “would you like for me to shut the blinds?”

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The Family Cruise Ch. 01

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All characters are over the age of 18. This story is purely fictional, any similarities to any real persons or entities is entirely coincidental.

This is the story of a young man and a very naughty video he finds featuring his lovely parents in a steamy foursome with his mother’s brother and sister… Hope you enjoy!

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Hi. My name is Frankie Sanders from Detroit, Michigan and I am here to tell you about the day my curiosity lead me to the most satisfying day of my life! Some say curiosity kills the cat, however with me curiosity came in the cat!

Anyways, I’ll get to my story…

My name is Frankie and my parents are Bill and Linda Sanders. I am an only child and grew up with my two beautiful parents in a lovely suburb of Detroit. Some consider Detroit to be ugly and warn down, but I loved my hometown. My father Bill was a banker, and moved up fairly high at his bank thus providing a fairly luxurious lifestyle for our family. Nothing too extravagant, but we did have money. Daddy Bill was about 6 feet tall and 180 pounds; nothing to write home about but Dad was a solid, yet wiry man with slightly greying black hair. Dad has always been my best friend.

Mom, or Linda, is a knockout. Her hair was blonde in her younger days but now she sports an auburn look down to the middle of her back. She is 5’7″ with large melon shaped breasts that sag just a little due to age,, but still have perfect shape. Her body is thick, but in shape and Mommy has a delicious fat ass (that I found out is pale white, despite the rest of her gorgeous tan body, from catching her tanning one day). Mom has always been the stereotypical perfect mother, giving me too much attention but always prim and proper with her baby boy, Frankie.

I had never previously thought of my mother or father in a sexual manner at all, despite it being a common fantasy for boys of my age (18 and soon leaving for college). That is until one frustrating night out on the town. I planned to go out with a couple of buddies drinking and partying the night away, but a couple parties got broken up and my fake ID got taken at a local gas station on my way home. A perfect end to a ruined night, or so I thought.

When I arrived home no later than 10 pm that night, I went to say goodnight to my parents as I always did when I returned home (sober or not). However, what I did not realize at the time was that my parents were expecting me home at 3 am in a cab, not only an hour or so after I left! I approached a half closed bedroom door leading to my parent’s room (that was always wide open) and heard a steady smacking sound with muffled noises coming from my parent’s bed. Before my brain could process what was actually happening, I stumbled into the door calling out, “Mom, Dad, goodnight! Love ya!” quickly closing the door I kneed into, and heading back down the hall…

As I walked back down the hall waiting for a response from my parents, since they probably weren’t asleep by that time yet.

All I heard was a muffled, “Oh fuck!” from my father, and a gasping “Oh shit was that Frank?” out of my mother…

I didn’t fully realize what I had just almost witnessed until I heard my parents muffled reactions to my goodnight call. WOW! I was just on the verge of walking in on my parent’s hot sex! I was scared, I didn’t know whether or not to go throw up (which I know was what I was supposed to do) or to jack myself off into my shower drain because of how erotic it all was (which was so forbidden, yet so appealing and exotic to me). That was the feeling my body was yearning for, as my 9 inch dick sprang upright curving back towards my stomach because it was so rigid. My balls tightened and my mind went wild… I felt so disgusted with myself, however my body knew exactly what I wanted.

I quietly headed clear across the house and upstairs to my bedroom, and turned on the shower. I climbed inside and stood there, wanting to masturbate but too scared to admit my feelings to myself.

I quickly exited the shower and logged on to Facebook to do some relaxing, trying to clear my mind. As I chatted bahis firmaları about nothing in particular with nobody in particular I couldn’t help but stop my mind from wandering to thinking about what my parents were actually doing when I interrupted them. What position were they in, what did it look like, was my mom loving it, was my father about to cum, had Linda already came, would they finish up after I left, did Bill cum on my Mommy’s titties or did he just cum inside her spasming pussy? All questions I asked myself and found my dick getting harder than I had ever remembered it being.

I logged off of Facebook and googled “Incest Porn” for the first time in my life. I found some appealing videos and learned my experience with enjoying what happened with my parents earlier that night was not as rare as I had imagined. I jacked my hot pink dick to the image in my head of my mother riding my father, to them switching and Bill fucking Linda from behind, pulling on her hair hard. Then, in my mind, they switched to missionary. With Daddy pounding my mother’s hot cunt while kneading her fat tits with his hands and mouth, sucking and tugging on them as he shot his spunk deep in her womb.

In my mind, that is what I imagined them doing. I came hard on myself, my thick 9-inch penis meat shot globs of hot steamy chunky spunk onto my stomach and hand thinking about my parents. I had found a new obsession.

My obsession grew in my mind, and I found that any time I had at home alone I would spend looking at my mother’s bras and pounding my dick off into some tissues.

Most of the time I would pick one of my mother Linda’s bras and touch and fondle it, maybe rub my dick all over it, put it away, and then spank my cock to my mommy. It was all too erotic, and even though I am no way gay or bi at all, I found myself imagining my father Bill as well. Was he a good fucker, how big was his cock, bigger than mine, thicker than mine, did mommy love it, dick mommy suck daddy’s fat dick, and let him titty fuck her, did he cum all down her throat, what position got daddy off? I was so turned on not really by Bill or by Linda, but by MY PARENTS. The fact that they were proper mommy and daddy turned me on so much, I wanted to know how kinky they were and looking at mommy’s 34 D bra wasn’t getting it done anymore. I searched for clues of their kinky hot sex.

I found a dildo in one of my mother’s drawers under her socks, and found some lube and hustler magazines in my dad’s. That material got me off so much, especially when I found some lesbian MILF porn in my mommy’s drawer. I was getting bored of that subject, until I found a video in my dad’s drawer titled “Let Me Watch You Fuck My Wife”.

That video turned me on to a whole new side of my parents… The fact that my father enjoys other people fucking his wife was a mind-blowing thought, but it turned me on. My masturbatory habits got old quick, however. I was tired of only exhausting the same fantasy, I wanted to watch my parents have sex, or quite possibly even have sex with my parents. But I had enough of fantasizing! It just was like a bad tease for me…

I made one last ditch effort to quit my masturbatory habits, by scavenging my parent’s entire bedroom to find video of them fucking, or nude, or anything slightly sexual just so I could finish the fantasy off for good.

Then I found them.

I found a box of old videotapes labeled “Family Vacation 2007” followed by 2008, 2009, 2010, and 2011.

Dammit! That’s right the most boring vacation ever would soon be underway as always in late February of each year. My parents started the tradition not too many years ago where they would go on a cruise (to a new location each year) with my Aunt Meredith and Uncle Chuck, my mother’s brother and sister. They would leave their families and spouses at home and go with my parents, however I was always forced to attend (mainly because I was a rebel child and wasn’t trusted at home alone).

On the cruise I would always be put in groups with other kids put on by the cruise, and left in a room on my own. Mainly because my parents kaçak iddaa were drinking with my uncle and aunt and didn’t want to encourage that type of behavior in their already rebellious son. In more recent years I had tried to bring a girl home to my room with me, since I always stayed by myself, but to no avail. They willing ones weren’t good-looking and the good-looking ones weren’t willing. Typical.

However, as I stared at the videotapes I couldn’t recall anyone bringing or recording any footage. Perhaps, just maybe, these were sex tapes I had been looking for. But there’s no way my parents would record on a cruise, but not at home, so I remained doubtful.

I put in the first tape and watched pessimistically wondering why there was 12 hours of footage on a 4 day cruise each year. My wondering was quickly put to rest…

The video opened with my dad’s face staring up way too close to the camera shouting, “IS THIS THING EVEN ON?!” before realizing it indeed was. Then he grabbed it and held it to his eye as he walked over to the other side of the room (which I quickly identified to be the cruise we took that year in the Bahamas and Florida). Then the camera took focus.

I saw my tall and beefy uncle Chuck naked from behind as my dad approached him and stood by his side. Then the camera angled down as my father focused on his massive erect cock, then shifting to Uncle Chuck’s equally large and erect rod. Both my father and my uncle were stroking their cocks as the camera focused on the bed.

My mind raced with thoughts, and I paused the video. “THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!” my mind screamed. However, I knew it was wrong, and I momentarily questioned whether or not I wanted to continue. Then I looked towards the screen and studied the image before me. Two rock hard cocks in hand, with the façade of females in the background, though not yet focused on.

My dad’s cock was very similar to mine. However just on a larger scale! My father’s dick was huge! I’m guessing at least 10 inches (which I learned later to actually measure out to 10.8 inches), and considerably thicker than mine. My dad truly does have a pornstar dick. It was hard and starting to beam red through his white skin as he became more aroused.

Uncle Chuck’s dick was not as impressive, however it was no slouch to say the least. Big Uncle Chuck had a 8 inch dick (smaller than my father and I) yet he was thicker than us both. His cock was an impressive thickness, the kind that would drive any woman wild. Uncle Chuck’s dick curved a bit to the left but always sprang up toward his belly when he would let it go, showing off how hard he was.

How could I pass up this opportunity? My biggest fantasy was about to be revealed to me and I needed to continue, I pressed play to see the bed focused in on through my father’s viewpoint.

There was my aunt Meredith sitting against the headboard of the bed and grasping her knees and pulling them to her chest completely nude as my mother Linda ate her pussy.

I immediately pulled out my now rock hard cock, and began to jack myself as my mind raced, spun, and jumped about from thought to thought. Not only was my mother eating a pussy, she was eating her sister’s pussy. While her husband and brother masturbated while they watched. Yes it was perverted, and wrong. But it was the sexiest thing I could have ever imagined. My dick began too ooze precum begging to be tugged off, but I wanted to save my climax for my parents climax.

The video continued on…

My father walked to stand directly beside my mother’s face, focusing on my auntie’s pussy and what my mother was doing to it. Mommy used her left hand to spread auntie’s pussy lips giving better access to her womanhood. My mother used her right hand to slip three fingers in and out of her sister as fast as she could, all the while licking and sucking on her sister’s now swollen clit.

My gorgeous Aunt Meredith stands 5’5″ inches tall with dirty blonde hair down to the top of her bubble butt. It is her best asset by far, it perks up despite her old age and its fat enough to kaçak bahis sag and flop around if you fuck it. It is a beauty and I found myself beginning to obsess over when it would finally come on screen. Her 32 D tits are huge for her body and are wonderfully full looking; I bet they weigh a good 7 lbs each. My aunts areolae are large and probably a good 4 inches in diameter. Her gumdrop nipples stood erect on her chest writhing on her orbs as she shook violently from the intense orgasm my mother was causing between her legs. She came hard on mom’s face as she groped and tugged on her own boobs as she shouted through her cum.

As auntie finished her orgasm my mom finally released her pussy from hand and mouth. Then daddy mounted the camera… As my aunt and mother’s sister recovered on the bed from a massive orgasm, my mother kneeled on the hotel floor while Daddy and Uncle Chuck took either side of her and fed her their dicks. Mom would deep throat her brother for a while down to his balls while she jacked her husband. I heard my uncle groaning as his baby sister swallowed his cock. Then mom switched as she deep throated her husband and my father on camera, while stroking and tugging her brother’s balls.

Mom released Dad’s dick and began to bob swirling her tongue all around my uncle’s cock while taking to her the back of her throat then up to the tip of his shaft as fast as she could. She looked like a porn queen, and I had to hold back my own orgasm.

Mommy switched back to Daddy and spit all over his cock so she could have lubricant for jacking it while she gave my father’s sensitive balls some much needed attention. Apparently my father and I are very similar in that we love to have our balls played wither when we are extremely hard. I tugged on my juicy testicles fairly hard as I watched Mommy do the same to my father on the screen. Mom sucked each testicle into her mouth and popped them in her mouth pulling a little bit down on dad’s scrotum. She went back and forth from teste to teste as she jacked his huge penis atop her forehead. Then my mother took Dad’s entire scrotum in her mouth and sucked it deep in her mouth while licking his sack. Dad was so turned on he demanded to fuck her right then and there.

Mom knew what Daddy wanted and got on all fours while my father positioned himself behind her, ready to pound her cunt from behind. Then my aunt came back to life, and slid under my mother in a 69 position, to lick her clit while she watched my father hump his dick crazed wife from behind. Auntie Meredith gave oral attention to both my mother and father as I saw Daddy switch off and on between fucking his wife’s glorious pussy-hole from behind and throat fucking his wife’s whore of a sister.

Then Uncle Chuck got in on the mix. He entered his sister Meredith in missionary position and began to pump his thick meaty cock into her soaking gash. My mother was on the verge of orgasm as I herd her shout “I’M GONNA CUMMMMM!!!!”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Chuck threw his cock immediately to the back of his sister, and my mother’s, face and began to furiously face fuck her as her orgasm hit from my father’s ravenous pussy fucking. When my mother’s orgasm hit her, she triggered a cum shot from both ends from both my daddy and her brother. Dad came hard up mom’s cunt as he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass hard against him and held her there deeply impaled on a rock hard cum spurting piece of cock. Then Uncle Chuck shot his load down her throat and eventually pulled out spurting his last three strands of cum on his baby sister’s face and on her hair.

Auntie began to clean my mommy up, sucking the cum out from her gaping pussy that had just been left void by my father’s massive prick. Mother cooed as her sister ate her cunt, while cleaning the cum out of it. Then after Uncle Chuck finished slapping his semi hard cock on my mommy’s forehead to drain it of man juice, auntie licked up all the rest of the cum. The video cut to an end as I shot my own man juice all over the floor after all the excitement my mind just received, I came harder then I ever had before… Shooting my massive load all over the tile felt so good and couldn’t help but lie there for a while, thinking of how I would somehow engage myself in our upcoming family cruise’s activities…

TO BE CONTINUED O

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The Fall of the House of Morgan

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This is the third installment in the Morgan family taboo saga, following “Oh Daddy, Can’t You See I’m Busy” and “Nolo Contendere” published in the incest/taboo section. As usual, the three stories can stand alone, though the reader will gain more insight by reading all three.

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Bud Morgan doesn’t need to consult a law book to know what nolo contendere means. As far as he’s concerned, Marissa, his beautiful, seductive daughter and his son Stephen engaged in brother-sister incest. Upbraiding them both for such morally salacious behavior would make him look like a flaming hypocrite.

After all, months before Marissa seduced Stephen, she seduced Bud, lured him into her room while she was masturbating and then spread her silky smooth legs for him. Then, for reasons he still can’t fathom, she rejected Bud’s subsequent advances, much to his frustration. Bud’s self-image suffers enough because of his porn addiction. Now it’s in the pits. Bad enough he runs up huge credit card bills for online porn sites. He’s not alone; millions of men do. But how many of them actually screw their own daughter and then get jealous when their son avails himself of the action? Not many, he figures. What sort of sick, perverted man am I? he asks himself. This from a man whose public image is impeccable—the Boy Scout leader and churchgoer and resident of upscale Mantua Estates, where success is measured in square footage, what school one’s kids attend and what one drives. If they only knew, he tells himself, if his neighbors and country club pals only knew the depravity lurking behind the walls and doors of their spacious brick Georgian Revival.

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As yet, Stephen Morgan has no idea what his dad and his sister Marissa did on that Saturday afternoon a few months ago. He did detect a weird vibe between Bud and Marissa when Bud and his mom Monique came home and almost caught Stephen and Marissa in bed together. He was going to ask Marissa about it, then got sidetracked helping her with her trig homework—ostensibly the reason Marissa came into Stephen’s room that night. Stephen helped her all right, but not before submitting to his sister’s girly wiles. Luscious, seductive, sexy, adorable Marissa—she’s tough to resist, as even her own dad and brother know all too well.

Stephen shutters to think what Riley Fisk, the straight-laced pastor’s daughter and Stephen’s virgin girlfriend (she’s “saving” herself for marriage), would say about the dysfunctional goings on in the Morgan household. She wouldn’t say anything, he imagines, but scream in revulsion. Knowing her, she might even report them to the police. Stephen’s moral compass, like his dad’s, isn’t skewed just one way. Both know that what they did runs contrary to their society’s moral value system, regardless of socio-economic class. Even so, Stephen, like his dad, won’t let moral awareness get in the way of his carnal/emotional desires.

He needs little prompting from Marissa when she suggests they go off to the Valley Drive-In, only one of two drive-in theaters left in their area. The “passion pit” patrons call it, a moniker so endemic to so many of the open-air theaters that once dotted the American landscape, that it now sounds corny. Even though they have the house to themselves, the idea of consummating their mutual desires at a drive-in somehow seems more erotic. Stephen thinks it’s that element of daring-do. Per his request, Marissa wears her gold, black and white cheerleader uniform. “You can leave the pom poms home,” he quips. “Just bring your libido.” How fortuitous that their parents decide to take a long weekend at a bed and breakfast. “Mom and dad would go ballistic if they knew what we were doing,” Stephen says.

Marissa laughs to herself knowing that her dad’s displeasure would have less to do with what they’re doing and more to do with Stephen doing it instead of Bud. “I won’t tell, promise,” she jokes after Stephen pulls up to one of the speakers.

They climb in back in one of their parents’ three cars. This one, a blue Accord Crosstour, affords them plenty of room to do what they came here for—and it ain’t to watch an installment of X-Men. “I guess you didn’t bring your trig homework,” he chuckles.

She cups his face in her hands. “No, just the love and passion I have for my sexy, handsome brother. Is that enough?”

Curling up with her on the deck of the big hatchback, he says, “More than enough.”

For several minutes they smooch and lick and feel, cramped and confined but enjoying each other too much to care. Stephen lifts the sleeveless blouse of her outfit and kisses her tummy. “You smell delicious, Rissa, as usual.” He reaches up her skirt to pull down her panties, only to discover that she’s not wearing any. “Did you forget or was this by design?”

“The latter,” she giggles. “I thought you’d find me sexier without them.”

“Rissa, I’d find you sexy no matter what you wear, though I can’t deny that your cheerleader getup is a favorite.”

“Yeah, with dad, too, it seems.” Suddenly she gets a chill inside thinking illegal bahis that maybe she shouldn’t have said that. Stephen doesn’t yet know about that time with Bud and she wants to keep it that way. “What I mean,” she says after a tense pause, “is that he gawks at me more when I wear this.” She feels relieved when Stephen nods, says he understands.

Stephen’s cock is hard through his jeans when he wedges himself between his sister’s legs and starts to lick her pussy.

“Yes, Yes! Ohmygod, yes!” The sound of her moans mingles with the film’s soundtrack, one she can barely hear. Not that it matters, for any entertainment the film might offer pales in comparison to this. “The only thing stronger than that tongue of yours is your dick,” she cries out.

Stephen smiles in satisfaction. No sound pleases him more than the sound of a woman in heat. Riley will at least go this far, though she doesn’t enjoy it the way Marissa does. Riley acts somewhat inhibited, unlike Marissa who cries out for more, her body shaking in response, her pussy hot and juiced. Not waiting for her to climax this way, he slips his jeans down to his knees, then gently enters her. The car’s tight confines compromise his movement. Still, there’s enough room where he can kiss his sister’s tender lips and suck on her hard nipples, a most necessary adjunct to the process of making love to this girl, this amazingly sexy and adorable girl with whom he shares his DNA.

The feeling is mutual, of course. Marissa wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, wouldn’t be lost in the sort of erotic revelry she experienced only once before, and that’s with the man she’s with now. She loves what he’s doing, not just fucking her but making love to her, sucking on her boobs, licking her tummy and luscious thighs, whispering words tender and sweet. The sound of everything fades as she nears climax, the movie soundtrack, her moaning and his. Her focus isn’t so much on seeing and hearing but feeling, feeling the familiar but hardly routine thing erupting inside her. “I’m right behind you, sis,” is the only thing she hears during those precious few seconds of orgasmic joy.

Coming to her senses, she says, “Geeze, Stephen, that was even more intense than the one in your room.”

“Guess it was the double taboo factor,” he says, grabbing a tissue to wipe himself. “The incest thing combined with doing it in public.”

Wiping the jizz from her pussy, she says, “Speaking of doubles, there’s a double feature here tonight. We missed most of X-Men, but we might want to stay to see “Close My Eyes.” It’s an old British film about a brother who starts up an affair with his married sister. Maybe we’ll learn something.”

He chuckles. “Okay, but if it’s that hot we might be doing a second round.”

“No argument here.” She swipes a finger through her pussy, still wet and sensitive. “With what you do for me, I could go a few rounds, movie or no movie.”

True to her word, they take one of the seats when the movie ends. Marissa straddles Stephen’s lap, her skirt bunched up around her waist, bouncing up and down on his cock so high that her head hits the roof a couple times. She loves the way he grabs her ass and sucks on her boobs while he makes love to her, loves the tender, protective way he hugs and kisses her after she collapses with her climax, her head resting on his shoulder. If not for the Valley staffers eventually seeing them, she’d fall asleep in his arms.

*****

Bud Morgan’s rational voice tells him to repress his perverted urges and move on. His irrational voice, the one that speaks the loudest, tells him that he and his sexy daughter Marissa have unfinished business. It’s one thing for her to rebuff his advances; quite another for her to then have sex with Stephen as he suspects she did.

“At least be honest with me,” he says after knocking on her door when Monique and Stephen aren’t home. “None of this nolo contendere stuff.”

“Be honest about what, dad?” she says after inviting him in. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she’s just changed into her cheerleader outfit, getting ready for a practice session. “Make it quick because I’m due at practice in another half hour.” Pause. “And quit staring at my legs.” She flashes a smile, coy and teasing. Giggling, she says, “Just kidding. I know what this outfit does to you.”

He greets her comment with a frown of hostility. “You enjoy teasing me, don’t you? Do you tease Stephen also?”

She gets serious. “First of all, I’m not trying to tease you. You just happened to catch me right after I changed into this outfit. And second, what I might or might not do with Stephen stays between me and Stephen. I haven’t divulged to him or anyone else what WE did that time you caught me masturbating.”

“A keeper of secrets are you?” He hopes she doesn’t notice his budding erection pressing against the fabric of his shorts.

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” She glances at her watch. “Look, I gotta go.” Uncrossing her legs, she stands and grabs her equipment bag. Bud backs into the doorway, illegal bahis siteleri blocking her exit from her room. “Dad, I’ve got to go,” she repeats.

“And I’ll let you go, Rissa, but first I want to know why you refused to sleep with me after YOU were the aggressor that first and only time.”

She shrugs. “It was great while it lasted, I admit. But then, later on, I felt uncomfortable about it. I mean, sex with my dad…it didn’t digest real well. Still doesn’t.”

“But sex with your brother suits you just fine, right?”

“Well, like I said, what happens between me and Stephen—”

Before she can finish, Bud throws his arms around her, holds her vice-like and tries to kiss her. Damn, she smells so good, he thinks, fresh as tulips after a spring shower, sweet as a sticky bun. Even in his agitated state of desperation, he’s able to think that.

“Get your hands off me!” she cries. She fights to get free, not easy for a girl just a few inches past five feet and less than one-hundred and twenty pounds up against a fit, five-foot eleven, two-hundred pound man.

“Just one more time, one more time, Rissa,” he pleads. He lifts her skirt to her waist and rams his pelvis into her. “You want it, you know you do. Stop being so stubborn.”

“Stop it!” she screams. “Just stop it!” Ignoring her distress, he shoves his hand inside the back of her panties. She grabs the front, trying to keep him from pulling them down. “Dad, please don’t, please don’t do this.” Looking into his eyes, wild and bulging, she sees a man she barely recognizes. She grabs her panties with both hands, pulling upward with all her mite. With one hand, Bud pulls in the other direction, while his other arm holds her around her head. For a second, she feels relieved when he backs off. Then, the next thing she knows, she’s on her knees shaking her head, dazed and dizzy, felled by Bud’s hard slap across her face. Looking up, tears streaming down her cheeks, she sees him back into the hallway, sees him standing there looking as horrified and ashamed as any human being she’s ever seen in her entire life.

Head in his hands, he says, “I’m sorry, Rissa, I’m so sorry. I must be insane, fucking insane.” He moves forward in an apparent attempt to make amends and to comfort her.

“No dad, no!” she cries. “Just go away, okay? Just get the hell away from me so I can get out of here.”

She stands, then rushes past him, down the steps, out the door and into her aging Civic. Crying hysterically, she drives away, not sure where she’s going. She’s hardly in the mood for cheerleader practice. She thinks of calling Stephen, but then thinks better of it. Telling him what happened would then force her to divulge everything, something she still wants to avoid. Telling her mom is totally out of the question. Go to the police? What would they do? No rape actually took place. Besides, as angry as she is with her dad at this moment, she doesn’t want to see him arrested, doesn’t want any further disruptions to her family.

Pulling up to a traffic light, she shakes her head and cringes, trying to fathom the hideous fact of being a victim of attempted rape. Not by a stranger, not by a date, but by her own father. Bud’s words ring in her head (“I must be fucking insane”). “Well, maybe I’m not wrapped too tight either,” she says aloud. “Maybe my whole family’s screwed up.” One thing IS clear: never again does she want to be alone in that house with Bud.

*****

By the time Marissa returns home after driving around aimlessly for a few hours, she’s no longer alone with Bud. To her relief, Stephen and Monique are also there. She and Bud keep their distance from one another. Over the next few days, tension permeates the household like a bad odor. Monique finally backs off after Bud and Marissa meet her pleas for answers with shrugs and silence. Not Stephen, who knows something is terribly wrong and refuses to quit asking questions until Marissa agrees to meet him for lunch. Over a late weekday meal of burgers at Friday’s, she reveals what happened. “He was like an animal,” she tells him, “a raging, horny animal. One minute he’s my dad, the next minute he’s the werewolf of Mantua Estates. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

“I can imagine. It’s the first time he ever hit you, isn’t it?”

“Yes. And man, did he make up for lost time! I was actually knocked unconscious for a few seconds.”

Stephen winces, then takes a bite of his burger. “Did you take a standing eight?”

“A what?”

He grins sardonically. “Nothing. Just trying to inject a little dark humor. It’s what happens in boxing matches after an opponent is floored and then gets up before being counted out.”

She shoots him an admonishing look. “There’s nothing funny about it, Stephen. Our dad tried to rape me.”

He reaches across the table, takes her hand. “I’m sorry. Look, we can still go to the police, charge him with assault at the very least.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not worth it. It’s not worth the insane turmoil it would cause canlı bahis siteleri to our already insane family, not to mention the reaction of our neighbors, our showy, gossipy, busybody neighbors, after the whole story gets out. They’d either completely ostracize us or run us out of Mantua Estates.”

They eat in silence for a minute or so. Then Stephen says, “A stupid question, I know, but are you sorry you had sex with dad that day?”

After wiping her mouth, she says, “Not such a stupid question. Truth be told, I feel ambivalent over what happened. Had we not had sex, I’d have avoided the trauma that followed and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. On the other hand, I learned something about dad from it, something very dark and disturbing.”

“What? Like he’s got the hots for you? So do I, remember.”

“Yes, but you don’t have his temper, his potential meanness. We both know how angry dad can get.” She reminds him of past incidents, the time Bud capsized the dining room table during the family’s dinner hour, the time he smashed one of Stephen’s toys over something Stephen did (she can’t recall what) and the time he threw Monique to the floor during an argument. “What he tried to do to me,” she continues, “takes that anger to another level. I’ll always be on guard around him.”

*****

The tension that gripped the Morgan household following the attempted rape ramps up a few notches after Marissa tells Stephen what happened. Never mind Stephen’s attempt at dark humor in Friday’s—he seethes with anger. Had he been home at the time, he has little doubt that he and Bud would have clashed in violent altercation. Marissa, still rejecting Bud’s repeated attempts to reconcile, makes an effort to cover up when he’s around: no more cheerleader outfits or sexy nighties in front of him. Stephen sneers at Bud whenever they pass each other, and Bud returns the favor with sneers of his own. Monique, meanwhile, clueless and exasperated initially, is becoming angry herself because of everyone’s failure to communicate. The domestic atmosphere feels like a tinderbox ready to explode at any moment.

As Stephen knows, all it would take is a single match. Nearly a week after his lunch with Marissa, he decides to light it. He doesn’t care that it’s a Sunday when everyone’s home. Nor does he care that Bud is in his study with the door closed, probably looking at porn, Stephen figures. Instead of knocking as he’s been instructed to do, he barges in to find Bud in front of his HP desktop. When Bud spins around, Stephen catches what Bud’s been watching on his computer—not porn as he thought but a movie.

“You know not to barge in here like that,” Bud snaps.

Ignoring him, Stephen looks toward the screen. The movie looks familiar, and that’s because it is. Bud’s been watching “Close My Eyes,” the same movie that he and Marissa saw at the Valley Drive-In, one they actually watched. He steps closer. “Any good? It looks hot.”

“First you need to apologize for barging in here,” Bud says, still seated in his office chair wearing flip-flops, a blue T-shirt and black spandex running shorts.

“Sorry guy, I forgot.”

Incensed at his son’s irreverence, Bud glares at him for a few seconds, then says, “All right, Stephen, out with it. What’s your problem? You’ve had some sort of beef with me for over a week.”

Hands on hips, Stephen stands there in jeans, barefoot and bare-chested, his youthful muscularity rippling, primed for battle. “You noticed.”

Bud rises from his chair. “Look, smartass, save your guff and sarcasm for someone else. Just say what you came in to say or get the hell out.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, dad. I was about to tell you the same thing.”

“What’s that?”

“To get the hell out. Out of this house, out of our lives.” When Stephen sees Bud ball up his fists, he says, “Go ahead, slug me. But just beware that I won’t go down like Rissa did. You’ll have a fight on your hands.”

Bud swallows hard, continues to glare at his son. “So that’s it. She told you.”

“Your ass should be locked up by now. You touch that girl again and they’ll be hell to pay.” Stephen again looks at the screen. “By the way, we saw the same movie, Rissa and me. It’s playing at the Valley. Brother-sister incest can be very exciting, especially when one is doing it as well as watching it.” He grins.

“You smug, spoiled, disrespectful ingrate,” Bud roars. He then grabs his office chair and hurls it across the room toward the far window.

Stephen ducks and then sinks into a defensive crouch. “Nice shot, dad. You know, you really ought to control that hot temper of yours. It’s bad for business and sexy daughters alike.”

The sound of glass breaking and Bud yelling “get the fuck out of my den” alerts Monique and Marissa. They rush downstairs into the room to see Stephen and Bud facing each other like Western gunslingers. The chair lies on its side, a couple feet below the smashed window.

Monique, her dark brown hair set in a bun and wearing a green housedress and low heels, takes charge. “Okay, I’ve had enough. What the hell is going on around here?” She blocks the doorway with her stout but shapely, five-foot-five inch frame. “Nobody leaves this room until somebody gives me answers.”

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Some venues are clothing optional and you find some people who wear swimsuits, at least to begin with. Many shed the suits after a while and after they are comfortable that they are not going to be embarrassed by baring all. lol. Only once, at a hot spring, did a couple show up in suits and stay in them the whole time. Nobody cared, we were all nude and comfortable. If they preferred soggy suits, so be it.

I watched a few pro instructors give watsu water massages, then I had a couple myself. The feeling of warm water rippling over every inch of your nude body is a wonderful experience. It is both relaxing and somewhat sensual. After watching carefully, and experiencing watsu, I sometimes offer to give an ‘amateur’ watsu massage to women who tell me they’ve never experienced one. They have all said they enjoyed it and thank me afterward.

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One 55 year old single gal was alone and seemed to be craving company. We chatted for quite a while and I offered to give her a face massage while she floated in the warm pool. She agreed and afterward was very relaxed and said that my touch was just what she needed. I didn’t ask her what she meant, but I think she had been missing a man’s touch for quite a while. She asked if I knew how to do watsu and I said that I did, but was not a pro. She told me she had never had one, but had seen others doing it and that it looked divine. I asked if she’d like to try it, and she immediately agreed. No raving beauty, but she was most pleasant and I was enjoying the encounter. She was slender, had flat, saggy breasts with large, dark nipples, and a full dark bush.

I gave her a long watsu massage and she literally melted in my arms as I slowly moved her through the water. Later, after I finished with a long hug, with her again standing against the poolside in about 3 feet of water, she suggested that we go to the smaller meditation pool located separately in a grove of tall pine trees. She illegal bahis siteleri said she liked the serenity and invited me to come along. Her eyes asked me to join her, so I agreed.

When we arrived at the meditation pool, nobody else was around. We quickly shed our clothes again and got into the warm water. The sand on the floor of the pool squished between my toes as I sat on a rock. She slipped into my lap and put her arms around me. I held her there, with her head resting on my shoulder and my arm around her legs. I looked down at her and our eyes met. She smiled and kissed my neck. She said it felt so good to be held again.

We sat there silently for a few minutes. Then, I began stroking her thigh with my free hand and she slowly opened her legs, inviting more intimacy. No one was around to object, so I slipped my hand up onto her mound and felt her soft bush. She again kissed my neck, so I began to explore a bit more and soon encountered her very wet slit. She groaned low in her throat and I put my finger inside her, probing for her G spot. Her breathing became ragged as I continued to work my finger up and in…massaging her spot with my finger and her clit with my thumb.

After canlı bahis siteleri a few minutes of my ministrations, she began to spasm and tighten her grip on my finger. At the same time, she began to lick my shoulder and pant. My fingers had given her a nice long orgasm right there in the meditation pool.

Once she returned to planet Earth, she relaxed in my arms and reached down to hold my semi-stiff cock and fondle my balls. She asked what I wanted her to do in return. I said that what she was doing was enough, that our time together was to be all about her. She couldn’t believe that I wasn’t demanding that she suck my dick or that I wasn’t going to force her to submit to my thick cock. Actually, she may have even wanted that, but I am not willing to risk disease, etc.

Other people eventually joined us in the meditation pool. She remained on my lap, hugging me close. Nobody seemed to mind. In fact, another couple joined us first and they took up the same loving position. They may or may not have known that I still had my finger buried deep in my new friend’s pussy. As more people arrived, it became a bit crowded, so we got out and made our way back to the large warm pool for a final dip before I had to leave.

We dressed and she walked me back to the lodge and my rent car. We held each other and kissed deeply for several minutes, knowing that we would probably never see each other again. We never even exchanged names.

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