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It couldn’t be true. No way. But when I looked again, nothing had changed. The evidence was still there in front of me, and it was indisputable. Then I heard my Mother shouting me.

“Jack, breakfast is ready.”

When I got downstairs they were already eating.

“I had to call you three times. What were you doing?”

Before I could answer her, my Sister chipped in with, “I thought it made you blind, not deaf.”

That got her a stern look from Mother, and a sarcastic, “Very funny from me,” but nothing from Father. That wasn’t surprising, because when he is reading the sports section of the newspaper, he’s oblivious to what’s going on around him.

Then, just in case any of them really thought that I was late because I’d been jerking off, I said, “I was studying.”

That was a lie, though I hadn’t been stroking my cock. I thought that Alice might have something to say about that, but she stayed silent, preferring to indicate her scepticism by smirking. And that annoyed me.

While I was eating, I kept glancing at my Mother. From what I’d just discovered about her, when I’d been in my bedroom, I was now seeing her in a completely different light.

As always, she was modestly dressed. Today, it was a blouse and a long skirt. It was obvious that she had a good body, but she preferred to keep it covered rather than to expose it. And that was the complete opposite to how my Sister dressed. Like her Mother, she has large breasts and womanly hips, but she never tries to conceal them. Her philosophy is, ‘if you’ve got it, then flaunt it’. And that’s what she was doing now. She was wearing a crop top that was struggling to contain her impressive tits, and a skirt that was very short. So short, that if she was to bend over, even slightly, then her panties would be exposed.

When I’d finished eating I went back to my room. It was Monday, and normally at this time I would be on my way to college, but today was a study day, so there were no lectures. And I was going to study, because next week I had an important exam, but that was after I’d looked at that website again.

As before, it was the pictures of her that got my attention. In some of them she was fully clothed, in others she just had her panties on, but it was the ones were she was naked that I was most interested in. I was nineteen, so looking at porn on the internet wasn’t new to me. However, this was different. Before my Mother had called me for breakfast, my search had taken me to a site that I hadn’t been to before, and it was an Escort agency rather than erotica. That wasn’t what I had been looking for, but I clicked on it anyway.

The women were all desirable, and whoever had photographed them had been very skilful. The pictures weren’t sleazy, they were sensual and erotic. And there was a variety of ages and races. If women turn you on, and there is nothing on this website that excites you, then you are fussy. I have a fetish for older women, and one of them had got my attention. It was the one that I was studying now.

Like all the women, you couldn’t see her face. In some of the pictures it was covered by a veil, in others, she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that was tilted so as to cover her eyes and nose. But I was still able to recognize her. It was the distinctive birthmark on her right thigh that told me who she was. I’d seen it lots of times before, when she was wearing a swimsuit or a bikini.

She was my Mother!

Unsurprisingly, I was finding it difficult to study. I’d manage only ten minutes, or perhaps fifteen, and then I’d start thinking about my Mother again. She was called Rose, but on the website she had a more glamorous name. There she was known as Lexi May.

My Father had a well-paid job, so she didn’t need to work full-time. Twice a week, and sometimes occasionally, three times, she worked in the evening. She was a carer at a nursing home. That’s what she’d told us, and up until now, I’d had no reason to doubt her. But what I did know for certain was that she was employed by ‘The Ultimate Experience’, so the carer job might just be a cover story.

After lunch it got a lot better, I was able to focus on my work, but I knew that what I’d seen earlier on that website, was going to dominate my life for a long time.

At six, we all ate together. Tonight my Mother was working, so as soon as she’d finished she would leave. But what job was she going to? If she was working for the agency, then she must go somewhere so that she could change her clothes, because the clients would expect her to wear something that was more glamorous than what she had on now.

After I’d eaten, I went to my room. For half an hour I managed to resist, but then I gave in. I was now back on the website, looking at her pictures, and reading about her.

Lexi May is a must for the discerning gentleman. She is forty two years old, but for her, that is just a number. As you can see from her pictures, she looks a lot younger. If you decide to see her then you won’t be disappointed. eryaman arkadan veren escort With age comes experience, and this lady knows how to use that experience to make your time with her special. If you don’t believe me, then read her reviews.

There were twenty six of them, and her rating was high, 4.8 out of 5. But did I want to read them? For any other woman the answer would be a quick yes, but she was my Mother. They would tell me intimate details about her, what she’d done with the client. Was that something that I wanted to know? I wasn’t sure, but what I did know is that if I didn’t read them now, then later on I’d feel compelled to.

‘This is a woman that knows how to excite a man. NOTHING was off limits.’

That shocked me, but my cock was OK with it, because it was now rock-hard.

‘Lexi May gave me the best blow job that I have ever had. And she swallowed all of it! I love you, Dave XXX.’

Another satisfied client. My last girlfriend had sucked my cock a couple of times, but without any real enthusiasm, and she’d refused to swallow. Dave was a lucky man.

‘Don’t be put off by her age. Her tits are still firm, and her pussy is still tight. And she knows how to use her body. Trust me, you must see her.’

I was beginning to wish that I could.

‘I’ve fucked a lot of whores, and her cunt is the best I’ve ever had, Axel.’

That got me angry. He was paying her a compliment, but I didn’t like him calling her that. Fortunately for Axel, we were never going to meet. I box for the college, and I have a mean right hook.

That’s when I stopped, because there was something that needed my attention. My throbbing cock.

As I stroked it, I remembered those words, and I also thought about the pictures of her that were on the website. Her large tits were impressive, topped by big nipples. Later on I would read the rest of the reviews, and it was a certainty that some of them would praise her tits, and say how much they had enjoyed sucking on her plump nipples.

I was now almost there. My hand was pumping my cock at a furious rate. Imagining that I was feasting on her tits had excited me, but it was thinking about what she had between her legs, that was going to make me come. One of the pictures had displayed it in great detail. It must have been taken when she was excited, because her clit was clearly visible, and it looked to be swollen. And her opening looked so inviting. My cock would love to push into it.

That’s when I came, and with an intensity that surprised me. I thought that it was never going to stop. Thick ropes were shooting out of my cock and onto my chest. Apparently, from the reviews, Dave had come in her mouth and she’d managed to swallow all of it. If it had been me instead of him, then my Mother would have struggled to do that.

That should have been enough for me, but half an hour later, I was thinking about Lexi May again. When I started reading the rest of the reviews, I knew that this time I wasn’t going to stop until I had read them all.

‘Tits to die for and nipples that were made for sucking.’

That was brief, and to the point, unlike the next one, that was over a hundred words long. It was almost poetic, and it used a lot of flowery language, but what it was trying to say was simple. Lexi May, I love your sweet pussy!

There was only one that had given her a bad review and a low mark.

‘Awful, the worst experience of my life. Do not see this woman!’

For this one, my Mother had replied.

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I do tolerate a little roughness, but you went too far, so I had to stop you, Lexi May X.’

Now I wasn’t excited, I was angry, and it was a while before I’d calmed down. She was my Mother, and that creep hadn’t treated her properly.

This was certainly a week for surprises, because I got another one on Thursday, and this, like Monday’s, was to do with that Escort agency.

“Jack, look at this.”

I didn’t need to ask what it was. Connor was the same age as me, and like me, he was obsessed by pussy, so it would be something sexual. And it was, but it still took me by surprise. It was a picture of one of the women from the Escort agency that my Mother worked for. Was that just a coincidence, or did he somehow know about my Mother? If he did, then eventually he would show me her picture, so that he could see my reaction. And if I looked shocked, he would know that I’d recognized her. But until that happened, I was going to assume that it was a coincidence.

When I gave him back his phone, he asked, “I bet you’d like to fuck her.”

I just nodded. It was a silly question. The woman was Star, and on a scale of one to ten for desirability, she was an eleven. She was only twenty one, with a body that you wouldn’t believe. And even though her face was hidden, you just knew that she would be beautiful.

Excitedly, he said, “I’m going to see her,” and then, in a more subdued voice, he added, “When I’ve managed to sincan escort save up enough money.”

Like me, he was a poor student, so if he was serious about seeing her, then it was going to take him some time to get the money.

“You should do that as well.”

Now that was something to think about. However, if I was to book a woman through the agency, it wouldn’t be Star, it would be Lexi May!

That evening, while I was in my room, I was resisting the temptation to visit the agency website. Instead, I was being a good boy. I was revising for next week’s exam. And it was all going in. At nine o’clock I’d done enough, and now I could go onto the website.

There was a new picture of my Mother. In it, she was naked, and on all fours. Her head was turned so that she was looking behind her, and her eyes were covered by a mask. She was smiling wickedly. Star had the better body, but it wouldn’t surprise me if Lexi May was the better fuck.

I was late for breakfast, but for a change, there was no innuendo from my Sister. In fact, she looked subdued. Was she worried about something? I was curious, but I wasn’t going to make the mistake of asking her if she was OK. I’d done that before, when she’d been in a bad mood, and she’d bitten my head off. But my Mother was braver than me.

“Alice, you’re not your normal self. Is everything OK?”

That got a terse yes from her, and then she started to cry. Before anything else could be said, she was off her chair and heading out of the kitchen.

After looking up from his newspaper, Father said, “Ryan has dumped her. Last night I heard them talking on the phone.”

That got a deep sigh from my Mother, and then she spoke.

“You should have warned us.”

Surprisingly for me, I got into college early. Only by ten minutes, but it was better than being late. And that gave Connor the opportunity to show me another picture of Star before the lecture started.

She was definitely easy on the eye. And this one, despite the fact that you couldn’t see her pussy because she was wearing panties, was highly erotic.

“I’m working extra hours at the weekend. In a couple of months I should have enough money.”

That’s when I decided that I would copy Connor. But my choice, from all the babes at the agency, would be Lexi May.

When I got home I was elated. College had gone well, but that wasn’t what was exciting me. Between lectures, I’d done a quick calculation. Connor would have to wait for two months, but I should be able to have enough money in half that time.

As usual, for our evening meal, we all ate together. Mother was working tonight, and I was envious of the lucky guy that was going to be her client. And because, in just a few weeks, it would be me that was enjoying her gorgeous body, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. And Alice noticed.

“Little Brother, why are you so happy? Did one of the girls at college let you hold her hand?”

I hated her calling me that. She was only two years older than me, but she used that as an excuse for trying to boss me about. However, I knew what I could say to upset her. It was cruel, but I was still going to say it.

While smiling, I said, “How’s Ryan?”

“He’s history. It’s now Brad.”

So she’d already got a new boyfriend. That wasn’t surprising. With her body and looks, they were queuing up to date her. And I knew Brad. He was a hunk. But even though she’d tried to hide it, my remark had hit a nerve, so I’d count that as a win.

It had been a good day, and I’d been in a good mood, but that changed when I was in my bedroom, and I’d engaged my brain. I was supposed to be clever, but I now realized that I’d been acting as if I was stupid.

In a month’s time I would have enough money. Wrong. I’d have enough money to pay the agency, but I hadn’t taken into account the cost of a hotel room. And I wouldn’t want to see her in some cheap motel, so it was going to be expensive.

That had depressed me, but it got worse when I thought more about my Mother.

I hadn’t just been stupid, I’d also been naive. My plan was to pay the agency, and in return for the large amount of money that I’d given them, they would send Lexi May to me. And after her initial surprise, because the client was her Son, she would then treat me like all the other men she’d seen. But that was laughable. What would happen is that she would freak out. Then she might be angry with me, or upset because I’d discovered her secret. But what she wouldn’t do was let me fuck her.

The next day, Connor had more pictures to show me, but they weren’t pictures of Star.

“This is Candy. I might see her as well.”

He was getting ambitious. He hadn’t even seen Star yet, but he was thinking about who would be after her.

“What do you think, isn’t she gorgeous?”

He got a quick yes from me, and I wasn’t just saying it to please him. This time he’d picked an older woman. She was thirty eight, just four years younger than my Mother. Then gölbaşı çıtır escort I had a sudden realization, I might not be able to see Lexi May, but there was nothing to stop me from seeing Candy.

As soon as I was home from college, I was on the website looking at all the pictures of her. She was my second choice, but she certainly wasn’t second best. This was a woman that would give me a lot of pleasure. But what were her reviews like? There were fifteen, and she had a rating of 4.8, the same as my Mother. I read all of them, and when I’d finished I was smiling. They were all complimentary, saying what a good time they’d had with her. The one from somebody who was calling himself, Big Ben, was one of the best ones.

‘She has it all. A good body and a pretty face. But what I liked best was how she treated me. She made me feel special, she made me feel like a stud!’

The reviews had convinced me. I was going to see her, and as soon as possible. When I had enough money I was going to book her for an hour, or even longer if I could afford it.

Six weeks later, I was staying over at Connor’s place. But that was just the cover story for my family. I was really in a room at the prestigious Westland Phoenix Hotel, and in thirty minutes Candy would be joining me. I was excited and nervous, in equal measures. I was only nineteen, but three women had let me fuck them, so I wasn’t inexperienced. This was different though. I was going to be having sex with a mature woman. And she was somebody that did it for a living. Would I be able to perform, or would the occasion get to me? Now I was worried.

She was on time, but the sound of the doorbell still startled me. If I was to ignore it then she would eventually leave. But that was silly. I’d gone too far to back out now. After taking two deep breaths to steady my nerves, I opened the door.

When I saw her, I thought that I was going to faint, but I managed to steady myself. And then I blurted out, “You’re not Candy.”

Through gritted teeth, her response was, “No, I’m your Mother. Now don’t you think we should go into your room?”

When I stepped aside, she walked past me. I then closed the door. She was still angry, but she shouldn’t be. It wasn’t my fault.

“You’re not Candy.”

After shaking her head, she said, “We’ve already established that.”

“But I paid for her, not you. So why are you here?”

Slowly, as if she was talking to a child, she said, “If you’d bothered to read the terms and conditions on the website, you’d know that sometimes you don’t get the woman that you’ve booked. Candy called in sick, so I was her replacement.”

Who the fuck reads the T&C? I never do, life’s too short for that. So that explained why she was here, and I could understand why she wasn’t happy. Her Son had paid for sex. But wasn’t she being hypocritical, because she was paid to provide sex? She was an Escort. I’d had enough of this, it was time to fight back.

“Does my Father know that you do this?”

Because she hesitated before giving me an answer, I knew that it would be no. And it was. Then she quickly added, “And you’d better not tell him.”

She now looked worried, and so she should be. She had more to lose than me. My Father knowing about what I’d done would get me a telling-off, but him knowing that she was an Escort, might end their marriage.

And because I didn’t want that to happen, I said, “Candy, your secret is safe with me.”

That made her laugh, and when she’d finished, I got a nice smile from her.

“Thanks, now I’m going to have a drink. I need one. And just to let you know, I’m called Lexi May.”

I already knew that, but hearing her tell me her secret identity, made me smile.

This was supposed to be a special night for me. I’d paid for two hours with Candy, and on the table were two bottles of champagne. I now wasn’t going to be able to enjoy Candy, but I could at least enjoy the champagne. And my Mother was enjoying it as well. In only half an hour we’d almost finished the first bottle. That was surprising, because neither of us were big drinkers. But we were together now, due to unusual circumstances that had made us tense. So perhaps what we’re doing wasn’t that surprising, because the champagne was helping us to relax.

“I got all dressed up for nothing.”

Her clothes were a lot different to the ones that she normally wears. Her top was low-cut, but not excessively so, and her skirt was short, but not as short as the ones in my Sister’s wardrobe. And her clothes weren’t just stylish, they were obviously expensive.

“Not for nothing. You look good in them. You should wear clothes like that when you’re at home.”

“When I’m cooking and cleaning?”

That made me laugh, and she joined in.

“And I even bought new underwear for John Doe.”

Hearing the fake name that I’d used made me wince. I’d thought that calling myself that was funny, but now I realized that it just made me look silly.

“I’ll show you.”

She was now unbuttoning her blouse. I didn’t need to see her new underwear, but if she wanted to let me look at it, then I wasn’t going to stop her. Today I’d paid a lot of money for sex. I wasn’t going to get that, but seeing her without her top and skirt on would at least give me some excitement.

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Step MILF Ch 02

“G! Holy fuck!” Shannon swore. “Please don’t tell Chris!”

I stood at the open front doorway not really believing that the woman on the other side was my Step father Chris’ fiancé and my future Step-mother… Step-step-mother? I don’t even know what the fuck she would be.

We met up accidentally last night at the bar and ended up fucking all night. Chris had told me earlier that she wasn’t returning to town until today so the thought she could be Chris’ fiancé never entered my mind.

“Shannon! Gregore!” Chris’ voice said. “Glad you two could meet! Come in! Come in!”

Shannon and I looked at each other. Both of us knew we’d have to talk but it would have to wait. Chris herded us into the living room. He had made some sangria for all of us. We sat uncomfortably quiet. Chris sensed the tension between us but did not understand the reason.

“Oh! I have some apps and stuff in the kitchen. You two need to get to know each other.” Chris rose from his seat beside Shannon and scurried off to the kitchen.

“You?” I asked under my breath. “Didn’t you know who I was?”

“No. He told me he had a step son but the picture he showed me was from when you were young. I thought you were a teenager.” Shannon whispered back. “I didn’t put the two together. Plus I was a bit tipsy at the time. Didn’t he ever mention me?”

“Not by name. Just that he had met someone.” I said. “Okay. We both keep this our secret. I may not be that close to Chris but there’s no reason to destroy him.”

“Okay. I can keep a secret.” Shannon promised with a sly smile.

Tension eased after that. We had lunch. Chris was happy we seemed to be getting along. Afterwards, I decided to soak in the hot tub. Chris had an emergency he needed to see to and left. As I laid back enjoying the effervescent waters, Shannon came out and asked. “I’m bored just waiting for Chris to return. Is it okay if I join you?”

Barely waiting for my positive response, Shannon shrugged off the beach robe she wore. Beneath was a bright red bikini. The bra did nothing to support her big boobs and barely covered her nipples. The bottom thong was so small, I could almost see the top of her slit. As she backed herself into the spa, the string had disappeared into her butt crack.

At first she sat across from me. Unsure what to say, the conversation remained null. Her toes touched my feet. She moaned. “Mmm… I really enjoy using the tub. It feels so nice, don’t you think?”

“Er… Uh… Yeah!” I mumbled back. “Nice.”

“Do you mind if I move a bit closer?” Shannon asked and sat beside me again without waiting from me to answer. “The bubbles make too much noise and makes it tough to talk.”

It was only a minute before I felt Shannon’s hand on my thigh. “Shannon! We can’t.”

“Oh, G! But I just love your cock!” Shannon cooed. “Chris’ dick is okay but he’s a bit smaller and doesn’t last long if you know what I mean. Then he just falls asleep. I have to pretend mostly. I need more!”

Shannon’s hand was inside my trunks and stoked my growing cock. She was making a great argument against me saying no. She took my hand and guided it between her legs. She had removed her bottoms not that it did much, and my fingers automatically found their way into her pussy. Even with the water, I could feel how slick it already was.

I pulled my hand away and was about to repeat my protest but Shannon’s lips were pressed against mind. She tasted as sweet as she did the evening before. Plus it was hard to speak with her tongue halfway down my throat. In the end, I had little choice but to surrender.

Shannon was now in front of me. She eryaman anal yapan escort ducked under the bubbly waters and tugged my trunks off. Her mouth was around my base immediately after. Her bobbling head enlarged the wakes in the waters. I was amazed by how long she was able to hold her breath as she sucked me.

I felt the spa waters hit my dick as she finally came up for air. She straddled my lap and slid my cock into her hot cunt. She had removed her bra letting her tits floated upon the waters. Her hips slowly gyrated and grinded into me. She clinched her walls and held my shaft as if in a vise. “Oh. G! Cum! Cum inside me!”

I wasn’t like I had any control of the situation. And Shannon’s movements made it impossible for me not to obey her. It was no wonder why Chris didn’t last long. “Oh GAWD! I’m cumming! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh…..!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! That’s it. Cum inside me!” Shannon cried out. “Auuugh! Oh god! Fuck! So good!”

I spewed out the last few spurts before I managed to finally exhale. Shannon had her arms around my neck; her head nuzzled against me; her breathing still a bit ragged. My cock still throbbed inside of her. “Oh my gawd, G! Other than last night, I can’t remember the last time I came that hard! Certainly not from Chris!”

I immediately felt pangs of guilt. Last night at least, I didn’t know who she was but today was no excuse. Still, she was an incredibly hot fuck! “Jesus, Shannon! We can’t keep doing this. Even if he’s only my step-father, you’re marrying Chris.”

“You’re right, G.” Shannon pouted. She started to gyrate again. “But then…”

She started a slow bucking motion. I had just cum and even being as young as I was, there was no way I was going to cum again that quickly. Shannon, however came multiple times. Ultimately, my dick was so sore, I had to stop her. She managed stand but I needed time to recover. As she stood on one of the seats, she pushed her ass into my face. With a wet hand, I smacked her wet bum and left a perfect impression. “Ooh! Am I a bad girl? You’ll have to spank me more if you want me to be good!”

She was a pretty good, bad girl.

Later when Chris came home, he announced that we had reservations at the Steak Haus in celebration of us getting together. The resto was not a formal place but it wasn’t a jeans and tee place either. Clients were expected to dress casually smart at a minimum and that include children (so rare that kids were present). I had changed into a collared shirt with grey pants and a sports jacket while Chris wore a suit.

“How do I look?” Shannon looked fabulous in a more-than-above the knee, tight fitting, black cocktail dress. It had a low scoop front with a high slit up the back; barely appropriate for the dinner out. Her legs were shiny meaning she was wearing stockings. There were seams running up the backs of her calves and under the tight skirt. I could make out the lines from her straps and bumps from her garter clips. As she walked, her five inch strappy stiletto heels clack on the hard marble floor. Her perfume was hypnotic and tantalizing. It caused my groin to stir slightly.

“Wow! Do I need to say anything else?”” Said Chris. “Okay. Let’s get going!”

We walked towards the LX. We had to take the SUV since Chris’ other car was only a two seater and mine was small and would be cramped. Shannon grabbed the handle for the rear passenger door. “G. Sit with me in the back so I won’t be lonely.”

Chris agreed. “G. Go ahead and sit in the back with Shannon so she doesn’t have to be by herself. I’ll play the chauffer.”

Shannon slid behind the drive seat as I cebeci escort joined her in the back. She took my hand atop my lap and said. “Thanks for joining me in the back.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek but didn’t let go of my hand after that. Instead she clasped the back of my hand and placed it on her lap. She used her fingers to manipulate mine so I could trace one of her garter straps and clips.

We got underway but ran in to some slow traffic. An accident ahead with no way for us to turn around. With the traffic creeping at a snail’s pace, Chris kept his eyes ahead but maintained a conversation with us. He was explaining how he and Shannon met. I looked over at Shannon. She returned the gaze and without breaking eye contact, she brought my hand up to her lips. She took my middle finger into her mouth and emulated giving me a blow job.

Once we passed the accident, the remainder of the trip sped by and we arrived at the restaurant in no time. We were shown to our table, a quaint horseshow booth with a dark brown leather bench seat. Shannon sat between Chris and me; closer to me though.

The Steak Haus was a traditional type place with very subdued lighting and old oak wood tables and chairs. Each table was covered with a draping red table cloth (to hide the spilled steak blood I guess). I placed the oversized white napkin on my lap.

One of the old time male waiter came by to take some pre-dinner drink orders. I ordered a beer but Shannon wanted wine so she ordered a bottle of red that would closely match the carnivorous meal. Chris didn’t really care what he drank as long as it was alcoholic.

For as well travelled as he was, Chris was very unsophisticated. Very plain meat and potato type as long as it was a lot. He had no idea about fine foods or wines. Shannon, on the other hand, had experienced quite a bit of fine dining. Apparently she always ordered the wine with dinner.

It didn’t take long before Shannon hand was under the table cloth; under my napkin and on my crotch. Even after I gave her a dirty glare, she continued to rub and squeeze my hard member. Then suddenly. “G. Would you let me out please? I need to powder my nose.”

I shot daggers as her. She was well aware of the erection she had given me. It was easy to hide it beneath the table but standing would expose my tented trousers. I took my time sliding aside hoping my erection would wane at least a little bit but she kept her hand on it until the very edge.

As I got up from the bench, I kind of stooped over a bit. It helped some but Shannon took her time getting out. She had one foot on the floor exposing up her dress. “Oh, I should bring my purse.” And then. “Oh, I guess I don’t need my cell phone. Chris, hold on to it for me.” Finally she got up but didn’t let me sit back down right away. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, G.”

“So, we really haven’t had time to talk.” Chris said. “What do you think of Shannon? You seem to be getting along.”

“Wow, Chris! What can I say?” Honestly, what could I say? That I met your fiancé last night and fucked her silly and then again today?

After a number of minutes, Shannon returned. My erection had ebbed. I got up to let Shannon slide into her seat. After I returned to mine, Shannon gave me a sly smile and placed something in my hand. It was warm and damp. I opened my palm under the table and saw she had given me her panties. I felt her foot brush against my calf.

“Thanks for letting me meet G and taking us out for dinner.” As Shannon leaned over to give Chris a little kiss her, she lifted her leg and placed her foot in my lap. Her stiletto heel pursaklar escort was digging into me. I removed her shoe and massaged her foot. Her slight facial expressions told me she was enjoying it. She left it there for the rest of the dinner.

Dinner done, we enjoyed some after dinner drinks. Plural especially for Chris. He could barely figure out how to use the machine to pay for the dinner. Certainly he was in no shape to drive home. I helped Shannon put him in the back seat. She joined him and I drove.

On the way, Chris became more and more amorous. In the rear view, I could see him pawing at Shannon’s big tits. At a red light, I turned to see his hand up her dress. Then there was a “Zzzzippp!” sound. Shannon whispered loudly. “Chris! No!”

Chris wasn’t going to relent. I watched as Shannon bent towards Chris’ lap. Then there was the tell-tale sound of someone getting a very wet blow job. About 30 seconds later, Chris made a grunting sound and he was done. Shannon sat back up. I could tell she was peeved.

At home, I helped Chris out of the SUV and into the house. He was half asleep so I just took him to his bedroom. Shannon said. “Thanks, G. I’ll get him in bed.”

It was still relatively early but too late to go out. I changed into some sweats, plopped in front of the big screen and put on “Hunt for Red October” which was one of my favourite movies. It was just unfortunate that I couldn’t blast the sound, not that there’s much sound underwater anyways.

I had just settled when Shannon came in. “What are you watching? Can I watch with you?”

My jaw literally dropped. She was wearing a knee length, translucent black robe with a loosely tied obi. The robe did little to conceal what she had on beneath; a black lace, push-up bra that barely held her boobs and stockings with an eight strap garter belt. She walked in some black stiletto mules. When I saw she had no panties on. “You didn’t give them back to me!”

Shannon snuggle beside me. She had one arm underneath mine while the other rested on my bicep as a pillow for her head. She kept nestling and stirring about pretending to try and get comfortable. Finally she just rested her head on my lap. Her hand moved to my thigh nearer my knee; then under her head. I could feel her fingers wiggle slightly; right on my shaft which was growing harder by the nanosecond.

Shannon was like a drug. Even if I didn’t want to, I had become too addicted. I placed my hand on her boob. My fingers found her hard nipple and pinched it. Shannon had her whole palm on my dick and rubbed it. She turned her head and ran her lips along my shaft. She ordered me to “Take it out!”

Shannon was yanking down my sweats even before I could move. My dick was at full attention. Shannon had a wild look in her eyes as her gazed locked onto her target. Her head went straight for my crotch. A hot, wet mouth surrounded my girth all the way down to my base. Her tongue swirled around my knob. Her head started to bob up and down; slowly at first then with increasing cadence. She was sucking me up like a Dyson vacuum. I wouldn’t last much longer and I didn’t.

“Uh… Uh… Uh… Uuuuhhhh….!”

Shannon released my dick with a pop! She exaggerated a swallow and drank it all down without spilling a drop. Smiling, she lifted the back of her gown and exposed her wet slit. Before I lost my stiff, Shannon sat down on my lap and let me inside of her. She came instantly but that didn’t stop her. Shannon rocked back and forth. Her hand was between her legs and was playing with her clit. Her head jolted backwards. “Oh fuck! Oh! Fuck! Fuck YES!”

Shannon’s body shook as the orgasmic waves crashed through her body. She gasped to regain as she tried to regain her breath. It took a minute or so before she was able to stand. By then my dick had wilted. She gave me a sly glance and wink over her shoulder before she left me there.

“Good night, G! See you later!”

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The rain was battering the window of my office as I looked up at the wall clock, almost seven pm, I was a bit frustrated because I had intended to leave a bit earlier today.

I had tomorrow booked off to spend a long weekend with my girlfriend and had planned to leave about four but Patricia had called me and asked if she and her daughter could swing by the office and print out some forms needed for her daughters dance class.

It was not the best timing but apparently they were urgent and I guess it gave me chance to catch up on some boring admin tasks which I had been perpetually putting off.

They had been due to arrive about half six but so far no sign of them, which was pretty typical for Patricia who seemed to be always running late.

My thoughts turned to Patricia and I, things were going good, really good, We had been together about 18 months now, Patricia was ten years older than me at 45 but her Portuguese genes and healthy living obsession made her look much younger, we certainly did not present as an odd couple although she often joked around and called me her British toy-boy.

We didn’t live together but over the last several months we had spent pretty much every weekend with each other and several nights over the week and had even softly began discussing stetting up home together.

I was head over heels in love with her, not only did she had an amazing laid back personality but she was a knock out stunner with long brown curly hair, a breathtaking bosom and a bubble ass which most men would chop off their hand in return for enjoying one squeeze.

She doted on me, cooked me up the most delicious yet healthy meals and most importantly in my male mind of course, the sex was out of this world, she would literally do anything in the bedroom and enjoyed every second of it.

Over the last few months I become addicted to water-sports with her, every time she knew I was coming over she would drink a ridiculous amount of coffee which would then get recycled directly into my mouth before she would kneel down on the bedroom floor and deep-throat my cock until I pumped her mouth with sperm.

Sounds perfect doesn’t it? Me, an average looking guy meeting a Portuguese dream MILF who cooked, cleaned and blew my mind with kinky sex but, and in life there is always a but, things were not quite perfect because Patricia had a daughter.

Luci was eighteen and a half, when I had first appeared on the scene I had been very keen to build a relationship with her, to feel part of a family but Luci just did not seem interested. It wasn’t that she hated me, resented me or was jealous of her mothers attention to me, none of the usual cliches — she just seemed to have no opinion of me whatsoever, completely indifferent to my existence.

When I had first met her she had seemed immature for her age, obsessed with Minnie mouse and Disney in general and didn’t appear to want to socialise with many friends or get into the usual teenage trouble. Over the last six months however, since she had turned 18, I had noticed a rapid change in her both physically and mentally. Her breasts had suddenly bloomed and her ass was becoming unavoidably plump and juicy like her mother. She started wearing make up and most weekends we wouldn’t see her for dust as she jumped from one teenage party to another.

This metamorphism had not gone unnoticed by her mother who, in her character chilled out and humorous style, had joked a few times “When I get too old and dried up for you honey, I guess you could always marry Luci! At least we would keep you in the family!” Now I am a laid back guy too with an off the wall sense of humour but those remarks always made me feel a bit uncomfortable because at the end of the day I was still a relatively young man who naturally could not help but take the occasional lustful gaze at this blossoming young women. A girl who overnight had emerged from the shell of the geeky teen I had fist been introduced to. That, however is where it stopped. I wasn’t some sort of creep and I was besotted with her mother despite the fact that just a few years earlier her daughter was exactly the type of fresh meat I would have been bringing home from the club, fucking the brains out of and then sending on their way with a sore pussy and no follow up phone call.

But, we change, life and love changes us and we all grow up in the end, what really bothered me now was the fact that I had no meaningful relationship with my potential step-daughter, her father was long gone and I would have been happy to step in and fill the gap, perhaps in some way reaching an atonement for all the young women I had played as a younger man.

In Luci’s eyes though I barely existed and this bothered me, Patricia always said “Give it time, honey” but Luci was going away to University in September and I knew my opportunity to build any sort of connection with her was limited.

My ruminations were interrupted by the office intercoms shrill buzz, I picked eryaman orospu numaraları up the handset and there was the distinctive accent of my beloved MILF! “I’m on the fourth floor darling, just jump in the elevator by the main door” I said as I buzzed her in to the now empty complex.

A few minutes later Patricia and Luci waltzed into my office. Patricia was looking stunning as always in a designer dress which proudly presented her tits and nicely clashed with her sheer stockings and as for Luci, wow, I hadn’t seen her for a few weeks and she had shot up further in height, dyed her brown curly hair blonde which was trussed up in pigtails and was wearing a pink crop top and extremely short pink skirt. She must have noticed my lingering gaze because she said “Sorry, just out of dance class, that is what I need the form printed for, dance trip needs to be back by tomorrow. Hope it is okay to visit your office like this?” She asked sweetly.

“Of course” I replied “You can visit my office anytime you like and dressed however you like” I blurted out, before realising I probably seemed too desperate to come across as chilled and hip.

Anyway we printed the form out and I offered them both a coffee. Patricia took her first sip of black coffee and stared at me, winking one eye, as she swallowed, this was a secret cue that I would soon be drinking the very same coffee out of her gorgeous pussy. I was gagging to leave now to take her home, rip the dress off, drink her golden nectar and then fuck her hard and Patricia obviously sensed this “Lets get going. Luci I can drop you at your friends house on the way” she said.

Great, Luci would be gone for the evening and I could spend the whole night having raw passionate sex with my older goddess.

Both girls finished their drinks and walked towards the door, I followed behind and was struck with the awesome sight of their asses wriggling, they could have been twins from this view, both sporting identical curvy booty’s. I wished that some of my co-workers had still been present to see me leaving with two beautiful women, before scolding myself at such taboo thoughts.

We got into the elevator and I pressed the ground floor button, the cabin started to move downwards and I felt my cock hardening as I knew piss drinking and sex was just a ten minute drive away.

Then it happened.

Bang.

The elevator ground to a halt and the lights went out.

Luci screamed out loud and Patricia shouted “What the fuck just happened”.

“Oh shit, this happened to Mike in accounts a few weeks ago, I thought they had sorted it” I said as I fumbled to find my phone and activate the torch. Within seconds we all had our phone torches on and I could see that Patricia and Luci were looking genuinely freaked out.

“Don’t worry” I said as I furiously pressed every key. Nothing happened though, the elevator was clearly stuck. “Okay, I am going to call the police” I said and started dialing but my phone was completely out of reception. Patricia and Luci could not get any signal either.

A deathly quiet descended and for a few minutes nobody said a word.

I broke the silence “Right, there is not much we can do, Mary the head domestic will be in at 5am and will notice the elevator is not working, so its about 8pm now. We have around 9 hours in here, in theory if we spend 6 hours or so sleeping then we only have about an hour and a half either side to be in here.” I said in the most authoritative but reassuring voice I could muster. “You know, when you put it like that it doesn’t sound so bad” Luci said.

I felt warm inside, almost like a real father, the way I had framed it had clearly calmed her down. Patricia spoke up next “Yes, I guess its not too bad and we will have a story to tell in the future” she said with her trademark upbeat attitude.

Enjoying my new role as alpha male I continued “We have our phone lights but need to think about battery so whilst we are awake we do one hour with one light at each time” as I said this Patricia and Luci turned their flash lights off and I kept mine on.

“We are lucky because its quite a large cabin” I said “Patricia you can use your handbag as a pillow and your coat as a blanket” I looked at Luci, who had no coat “Luci you can have my coat and use your backpack” Luci looked at me and smiled, probably the first real deep smile that she had ever given me “Thanks, that is very kind of you” she said, and I noticed just a tiny hint of a small blush.

“Lets sit down” I said and both girls sat in opposite corners before I had finished the sentence, I guess the emergency situation had activated all sorts of primeval responses in their brains and they were following orders as if we were thousands of years back in a cave and I had just returned from a days hunting.

We all relaxed and started talking, Patricia suggested that we tell funny stories about things that had happened to us and the next hour or so was gölbaşı orospu numaraları taken up as we all recalled embarrassing or silly moments — Patricia had once turned up at the wrong funeral and played along, Luci had got her head stuck in a climbing frame in the school playground a few years ago, I had got so drunk as a teenager that I ended up declaring love for a big fat older lady on a park bench. These light hearted stories made us all forget we were stuck in an elevator and anyone listening in would have thought we were watching a comedy show as the laughter echoed around the metallic cabin.

Before any of us realised it was past 11pm and I suggested that we try and get some sleep, they both agreed and made up their makeshift beds in each corner before Patricia said “Darling, I have a problem. A big problem” her tone was serious now and it was a big change from the merry mood we had all got in “What’s wrong baby?” I asked, suddenly very concerned.

“I really, really, really need to pee” She said. I started thinking, I didn’t have a bottle or any container. Luci said all she had in her bag was a Tampax, perfume and her keys.

“I don’t know what to do” I said sadly, admitting defeat for the first time during this incident.

Patricia just stared at me and a sly smile began to form around the edges of her red painted lips, “I know what we can do” she said with a sudden giggle.

“No way” I said discreetly pointing at Luci who was now playing some candy crushing game on her phone.

Patricia fell silent and then she shocked me to my core.

“Luci, sweetie, Listen you are 18 now and I am sure you know the ways of the world, Dan and I have a normal active sex life and sometimes I piss in his mouth, he like it because it makes him feel close to me and I like it because it makes me feel powerful” I saw Luci’s eyes widen but she didn’t make a sound. Patricia continued “So right now, we are stuck in here for the rest of the night, my bladder is about to burst and the only logical thing to do is for me to piss in Dan’s mouth”

Luci was looking at her phone screen again and didn’t glance up “Whatever mum, yeah I know what you guys are like! Go for it its better than leaving a big puddle in here”

To say I was in an almost comatose state of shock should be a given, here I was with my beautiful girlfriend suggesting that she was about to piss in my mouth to her gorgeous teen daughter.

I sat there, frozen to the spot.

“What are you waiting for?” Patricia knocked me out of my trance “Just lay down like normal and let me do it” she said before turning to Luci “Luci, darling. Go and stand in the corner, it will take a couple of minutes because I will drip-feed it to him to make sure not a drop ends up on the floor.”

So Luci went stood up in her corner and turned her back to us and I realised that this was really going to happen, I loved being Patricia’s toilet in the bedroom, as a kink, as a fetish, but now I was going to be one born of genuine practical need and that turned me on at a new level.

I laid down on the floor and Patricia walked over to me, hitched her dress up and pulled down her black lacy knickers. Starring up in the glow of the phone light I saw that pussy I so adored, its meaty but pretty labia lips and its landing strip of curly brown pubic hair. Patricia hovered her pussy above my lips “Its coming” she gasped and it hit me how urgent her need was. The first spurt came out and the tangy bitter taste filled my mouth, I gulped it down, just like we do in bed, then the next burst, then the next. This process went on for about two minutes as I swallowed every little drop of her pee. Luci suddenly broke the silence “Can I turn around yet, mum?” she asked meekly “Not yet Darling, not quite empty yet” Patricia replied.

A few last dribbles of pee emerged and I caught them in my mouth. From the corner of my eye I thought I could see Luci sneaking a look but I couldn’t be sure and before I knew it Patricia was pulling her panties back up. “I love you, my toilet boy” She said. There was a moments silence then she erupted in furious laughter. The laughter proved infectious and Luci started to laugh as well as she turned around. I was still on the floor licking around my lips to ensure every bit of pee was swallowed.

“He’s very useful isn’t he?” Patricia said to Luci and Luci just nodded, seemingly lost in deep thought about how a boyfriend could also double up as an emergency toilet.

I did not say a word as I sat back up and slinked back to my corner.

“Time for me to sleep” Patricia said yawning “I’m going to pop some of those sleeping pills from my purse, the ones the doctor gave me when I had panic attacks after the divorce” She said and proceeded to bring two little pills to her mouth.

“There’s no way I could sleep in here otherwise” she said “I wouldn’t normally take them” she added, conscious that it didn’t fit her image of clean organic living.

“No gölbaşı azeri escort worries, seems like the perfect time to use them” I replied.

“I can sleep anywhere” Luci said “So I am going to get my head down now too” she rested her pretty little head on her backpack and closed her eyes.

Within minutes Patricia was out for the count. I just sat in my corner, completely shell-shocked at having my mouth pissed in whilst her daughter was present. My cock was achingly hard in my trousers and I was hoping that once I was sure that Luci was fast asleep I could very quietly masturbate myself.

“Dan” the silence was shattered by Luci “I cant sleep yet” I flicked the flash light on again and it illuminated her face and the sleeping silhouette of her mother in the other corner.

“Well, your mum is completely in fairy land now, so I guess we can chat for a bit” I said, despite the weirdness of the past few minutes I realised this was my chance to bond with her in a wholesome way. “Dan, about what happened. Don’t feel embarrassed, I know you really love my Mum and I think its so sweet that you helped her out like that” she whispered “Oh, thanks” I replied somewhat awkwardly “I did look around a few times when she was using you, you know?” she asked coyly.

“I thought maybe you did but..” she interrupted me “It looked quite beautiful to be honest, you looked so devoted and a bit excited!” she giggled and I am sure I blushed red.

“I like visual depictions of beauty” she said and this led on to a long conversation about photography, which is one of my passions. I never knew that Luci shared this interest. Finally some common ground to work from I thought. I wont bore you with the conversation but we talked enthusiastically about different approaches to photography, street photography and the great Ansel Adams for about an hour and a half and even agreed to both go out somewhere interesting with our cameras in the near future.

“Okay, I’m definitely ready for bed now” Luci said, gracefully laying her head back on her makeshift pillow.

“Goodnight Luci, its been so nice to properly talk” I said “Night toilet!” she replied teasingly.

I just chuckled, contently and closed my eyes.

I fell into a strange and feverish sleep, dotted with dreams of cameras, pussies, panties and pig tails.

I woke up with a start as a bright light was shining into my eyes, my pupils adjusted and I could make out two big soft Bambi eyes peering at me “Dan, wake up” whispered a sweet teenage voice and I remembered where I was and that the voice belonged to my girlfriends lovely 18 year old daughter Luci “What’s wrong honey?” I asked her, half excited to use an intimate pet name toward her and half awkward “Oh, honey is it now?” she laughed and I just grunted, nodding my head.

“Dan, I need your help please” she cried “I need to pee so badly now too and I’ve been laying here for ages trying to hold it in, there is still another hour until your cleaner lady is meant to come and I just cant wait.”

She and I both knew what she was implying. My stomach looped the loop with nerves.

“I cant Luci, you know that” I said softly. “You can Dan, we both know mum is ultra chilled, she wouldn’t really mind and besides she is still knocked out” Luci said pointing at the sleeping beauty in the corner.

We stared into each other eyes and I made my decision “Okay, do it” I said as my whole body started to shake. “How do I do it?” she asked so innocently as if asking for help with a homework equation. “Just put your pussy above my mouth but give me time to swallow in between squirts like your mum did” I said “Okay, but I noticed mum was facing you and looking at you when you did it, I feel too shy for that so can I turn the other way?” she asked. “Of course” I said.

I laid down on the floor in the exact spot that her mother had used me earlier and Luci stood up turned her back to me then pulled her Minnie mouse panties to her ankles and slowly lowered her fleshy 18 year old ass towards my face, she sat down with a bit too much force and before I knew it my nose was making contact with her anus, it smelt musky with a hint of shower gel “Sorry!” she said moving her anus away from my nostrils.

“You need to move back a bit so your pussy is just above my lips” I told her and she did.

I was presented with the most amazing sight, her pussy was hairless and unlike her mothers was like a coin-slot, pink and tender looking. A perfect ripe peach. I stared at it, utterly transfixed for what seemed like eternity until the pee started to fall out and onto my tongue.

Her pee tasted so sweet with just a slight bitter aftertaste like candyfloss and lemons. Like her mother it was delivered in little bursts and not a single drop ended up on the floor. I drank in her aroma and essence like it was the most expensive Champaign on the planet.

I never wanted this moment to end, but of course it did as Luci slid her pink Minnie mouse panties up her shapely legs, leaving me on the floor with a belly full of her prime teenage piss.

My cock was diamond hard, I hadn’t had an erection like that since I was 18 myself but there was nothing I could have done about it, Luci did not say a word about my obvious arousal but surely she must have known.

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John rushes through his apartment, running scenarios through his head of what’s about to happen. He flails about a bit, grabbing whatever he thinks might be necessary. He says out loud to himself “Work clothes for tomorrow, maybe – I’ll keep it in the car just in case.”

He bundles up his travel bathroom kit into his pile of clothes, grabs his work ID, throws it all into a gym bag and makes his way to his car. He notices as he walks out from the apartment that even after only a couple sessions his leg is starting to loosen up, though it’s still pretty weak.

The drive over is filled with excitement and anticipation, both of imagining what might happen and not wanting to totally screw up everything. He runs the call through his head, making sure he isn’t reading too far into things – he thinks that she seemed pretty direct though.

He cards into the parking lot, parks and decides to leave most of the bag there in the passenger’s seat, grabbing a couple condoms from the bathroom bag just in case and sticking them into his pants pocket.

The rehab clinic is now completely dark – even the cleaning staff have left for the night. He tries the front door, and it’s locked up tight. He notices a little red light in the corner of the door frame though, and puts the access card up to the reader.

John says to himself under his breath “Worth a shot I guess..” as the beep-click-bang of the electronic lock lets him into the empty building. He takes a few steps into the lobby and glances at the map, finding the east wing and heading that way.

The hallways echo with his footsteps, and he wonders to himself if there are any security systems to worry about or guards to try to explain himself to, but he makes it to the right spot with no issues.

The room has a sign that says “Electrical Closet”, and an industrial doorbell-looking button on one side. He hits the button, and waits for a response, the anticipation, nervousness and excitement bubbling up even higher.

The door opens and he sees Lia, without her prosthetic or cap and wearing the same T-shirt as earlier and some pajama shorts. Her appearance is even more striking in person – due to the loss in height she reaches up to about mid-chest on him, and though her neck stump is uncovered her tongue is hidden. He can see some light scarring around the circumference of her neck, where they joined everything back together as best they could – though it looks like they did an excellent job.

She moves to grab his hand, and he quickly shifts both crutches to the other hand so she can bring him into the room. She silently pulls him along, carefully leading him to the center of the room. The space doesn’t have any surprises from what he saw in the photos and video, the only additional items being a really nice accessible shower and bathroom through a doorway in the back corner.

Lia shifts John over, gently moving him to a standing position between her and the bed. She embraces him, taking a deep breath and standing up on her toes. Her tongue sneaks out and touches a spot on the side of his neck, eryaman rus escort her best approximation of a kiss.

She takes a half-step back and puts her hand on his chest, taking a more dominant pose and pushing his chest to force him to fall backwards into bed.

Two things happen at roughly the same time:

John realizes that his leg doesn’t have nearly the strength, flexibility or impact resistance to deal with flopping onto the bed.

His crutches, which he was holding in one hand, get caught in his armpit as he falls and a combination of gravity, inertia and leverage take over.

While falling John has enough time to say “Woooaaah” as the tip of one of the crutches hooks on Lia’s leg, currently in a cool but not especially stable pose and lifts her foot off the ground.

John hits the bed hard sending a wave of pain from his leg to basically everywhere, causing him to yell out “Oh shit!” as Lia starts to rotate, the momentum and her awkward balance sending her tumbling over. She flips sideways and backward, rolling into the yoga zone near the side of the bed.

She lands back first on a rolled up squishy mat, between a yoga ball and a pile of random stretch bands and foam blocks.

John, though distracted by the wicked pain in his leg, has enough wherewithal to pick his head up from his position in the bed and see if Lia is alright. Though she seems uninjured, he asks “Are you OK?”

She puts her thumb in the air, then points at him and makes the OK symbol. John says “Yeah, I’m good. That might have been a bit too aggressive though” He chuckles to himself, and drops his head back down.

She finds her phone in her pocket, leans up from her yoga mat and it speaks “I think I might have hit my head.. Wait, never mind.”

John looks over to the side table “actually, I think I might have hit your head. I don’t see it on the table anymore…”

She flops back onto the mat, and appears to be laughing…

A moment later, once they worked the terrible joke out of their system, John picks up his crutches from the floor and leans them against the wall by the bedside table. Lia walks over and feels around for her substitute head, quickly finding it and setting it back on the nightstand, taking a moment to arrange the hair and brush off any dust.

Lia takes a seat on the bed next to John and types into her phone, showing the screen to him “Sorry about that, I think I might have gotten a bit too ambitious. It would’ve looked cool though…”

John says “It was pretty cool all things considered – you managed to do a crazy backward one-legged somersault and not get hurt in the process.” As John speaks, he notices Lia’s smart watches kick into gear, converting his speech into vibrations and transcribing the conversation to her phone.

There’s a slight pause as she senses the words, then types “I’m going to have to teach you some tactile sign, it’s a bit faster than this phone thing. We’re such nerds, texting each other even though we’re sitting right next to each other ;)”

“Why not start now?” John ankara etimesgut escort bayan asks.

Lia types “The easiest way is tracing, where you just draw the letters in the other person’s palm. I’ll show you.”

Lia turns slightly sideways, and reaches for John’s hand. He puts his hand palm up in hers, and she uses her pointer finger to begin tracing letters. John echos back the letter as she starts through the first few letters of the alphabet, and it’s very easy for John to pick up.

Lia stops after John makes it to the letter I, and grabs her phone. She types into it “Now advanced mode.”

She takes his hand again, and traces as John tries to put together words.

“John, right?” Lia nods.

“Lia.” Again a correct answer.

“Lamp, definitely.” Lia gives him a thumbs up.

Lia hesitates for a second, then starts again.

“Kiss?” John guesses as Lia leans in sideways, moving closer to John.

He moves in, his face up close to where her neck ends. He tentatively kisses the top of her neck stump, unsure about if this is what she intended. She puts her hand behind his head, pulling him closer and lower. Her tongue moves out of its hiding place slightly, and she uses its forked tips to grab a hold of his lip.

The kiss rapidly turns into something in between deep kissing and cunnilingus, her tongue entering his mouth, teasing his tongue and grabbing at it with the split tip. John carefully explores her neck opening with his tongue and lips.

Lia pulls back a bit and grabs his hand. She quickly spells into his palm:

“Take”

“Off”

“Your”

“Pants”

John complies quickly, removing his pants and shoes as fast as he can. Lia slides down from the bed, kneeling in front of his legs. She grabs hold of his boxer shorts and slides them down as well, John flicking them off the end of his foot.

Lia feels her way up his legs until she finds his erection, feeling its size with her hands. She slides her hands gently up and down the length, slowly picking up her pace.

She moves her body closer, and removes one hand from attending to John and taking hold of his thigh. She closes the distance from John’s erect member, and her tongue begins licking along its length. The split tongue tips flick and tease John’s cock occasionally wrapping part way around, as he says “Jesus, that’s incredible.”

Lia thinks to herself “You ain’t seen nothing yet” as she takes hold of John’s shaft and guides the tip toward her neck slit. The tip disappears into her throat, as her tongue wraps around and forms a ring partially around the shaft. She leans forward, steadily sliding his member deeper into her throat and working the shaft with small strokes from her tongue. She bottoms out, having quickly deepthroated the entire thing.

“Holy shit” John says as Lia’s tongue wraps down around the side of his shaft and coils halfway around the top of his ballsack, squeezing slightly and making him let out a moan. She works his length with her upper body and neck, as he starts gently thrusting gölbaşı rus escort bayan in time with her motions. Lia seems to be enjoying it as well, her breathing becoming faster and more intense.

He doesn’t last long, her technique being completely above and beyond anything he’s ever experienced (or anyone else, for that matter). “Lia, I’m gonna cum soon.” He says as Lia gives him the OK symbol and picks up her pace even more.

He lets loose into her throat, as she wraps her arm around his waist and pulls him all the way to the base. She stays there impaled on his shaft as he pumps down her throat, Lia swallowing rhythmically. She moves back, sliding his cock out from deep within. She leans back to an upright kneeling position, and her tongue sweeps quickly around her neck slit to catch any mess. Her tongue slides back into its hiding place and she sits back on the bed, opening up the side table and handing John a tissue to clean himself off.

“Lia, you are a goddamn sexual superhero.” John says as he catches his breath and takes the tissue from her.

Lia types on her phone as John cleans up. “I wasn’t sure I could do that – pretty crazy though, right?”

“Pretty fucking awesome – you’re going to make the other girls jealous” John says.

“They should be, I’m fucking great. And humble too.” Lia types as she finds John’s discarded shorts by sliding her foot around the floor. Having found it, she grabs with her toes and lifts it up, taking it and handing it to John.

“Hey, I know a way to get to the roof. I used to watch the stars from there, want to get some fresh air?” Lia types as John puts his boxers back on, standing up carefully.

“Absolutely, I’d love to.” John says as Lia reaches for the neck cap and prosthetic on the side table.

“You should leave that stuff here, I want to see the real you. Besides, nobody’s here so why not?” John says as Lia hesitates, her hand hovering near the cap.

Lia puts her finger up to where her chin would have been, making the pondering gesture, then stands up and wraps her arms around John. She squeezes the hell out of him as he makes a sound like a surprised bullfrog.

John puts his pants on as Lia grabs her cane and the two of them head out the door, Lia leading and barely using her cane to navigate a well-trodden path. She opens up a door marked “Do not enter” and walks John up a set of stairs to a door.

The roof is huge, flat, and open with a pretty good view of the town and a really good view of the sky. Near the end of the roof is a bench – apparently the area isn’t totally unused. Lia and John take a seat under the sky, taking in the early summer air. They sit in silence at first, cuddling up next to each other and enjoying the company.

Lia types into her phone “I’m glad that crazy lady hooked us up – I never thought I would be back in the game after all this.”

“I’m glad I met you – you’re wonderful. Hey, if you’re not busy, want to go on a proper date this Saturday?”

“I’m not sure how that will work.. I don’t really go out anymore.” Lia types as she slouches down and her shoulders droop slightly.

“I have a plan… You don’t have to decide right now though, I’ll wait and you can text me if you want to. If not, I’ll still see you in the gym Friday” John says, as Lia takes his hand.

She spells into John’s hand “Thank you” as she leans into his shoulder.

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Author Note:

This is a brother, sister incest story but the younger brother also has a panty fetish.

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My name is Todd, and I grew up in a family with four older sisters and was fixated by their nylons and pantyhose. I’m not sure, why but I couldn’t take my eyes off their legs when they wore them.

Eventually, I needed to know how they felt and stole a pair of panties from my youngest sister, Abbie. They felt amazing, so smooth and soft!

Then I started noticing girls in high school and women in public who wore nylons. It was like my brain was wired to notice nylon-clad legs.

By the time I was eighteen, I was a nylon addict and started masturbating with Abbie’s panties. The silky-smooth material felt heavenly against my dick, and my addiction grew worse.

One day, I shaved my legs and groin, stole a pair of Abbie’s pantyhose, and put them on. The sheer feeling of the material felt exquisite against my smooth, shaved skin. I started wearing Abbie’s stockings around the house under my clothes. I loved running my hands over my smooth hosiery-clad legs and ass.

Then I got bold and started wearing Abbie’s panties and nylons out in public under my clothes. The illicit naughtiness of the act and the sensual feeling of the material against my skin made my cock rock hard.

Abbie’s panty drawer was a goldmine. She was only two years older than me, and her pantyhose and panties fit me the best, and looked hot!

But I got sloppy.

To remove the evidence, I always rinsed my cum out of Abbie’s clothes. But one day, my buddy called after I spurted before I rinsed, and I got distracted and headed out. Abbie was waiting in my room, holding her soiled panties, when I returned.

Abbie was two years older than me and my favorite sister. My other sisters were a lot older and were ‘girlie’ girls, whereas Abbie was a tomboy when she was younger, and we played together. Abbie wasn’t a tomboy anymore, though, and was pretty easy on the eyes. She was 5’10” and blonde with nice tits and legs that went on forever. Imagine a hot Norwegian blonde. And she always dressed to thrill in tight pants that look painted on and tight shirts.

Anyway, she’d entered my room to borrow my stapler and noticed her soiled underwear on my bed. Oops! Not good! She was furious and confronted me. I was so stunned I didn’t even try to lie to her. She calmed down after I apologized profusely and explained my embarrassing obsession. By the end of my groveling, she almost looked sympathetic.

Fortunately, she didn’t tell anyone, although she warned me firmly about wearing her stuff. The next day, there was a three-pack of sheer pantyhose under my pillow. She’d forgiven me. Whew!

I was too embarrassed to buy my own panties and nylons, but I had a part-time job and money, so I asked Abbie if she would buy them for me. Abbie disliked our oldest sister Nancy and grinned wickedly and suggested using Nancy’s lingerie if I ran short. But I didn’t like wearing Nancy’s panties. She had a big butt, and they didn’t look good on me. Every once in a while, Abbie gifted me with a pair of her panties. The fact that they’d been on her hot body always made my cock rock hard.

One day, Abbie came into my room with an evil grin on her face and locked the door. Then she pulled a pair of sheer red panties out of her pocket and told me to try them on. I resisted. I didn’t like red panties! But she persisted. I told her to turn around, but she refused and told me she’d already seen my little dick growing up.

My ‘little’ dick wasn’t so little anymore, so I smiled and pulled my pants down, and Abbie’s eyes popped out of her head.

“Holy shit, Todd! You’ve grown! Now I definitely want to see them on you! And your legs and groin are smooth. Do you shave yourself?”

I smiled and nodded my head yes and pulled the panties up. They were super soft and snug and felt wonderful against the sensitive underside of my dick.

“Turn around!” Abbie commanded.

I turned around, and she caressed my panty-clad ass cheeks.

“Nice ass, bro! You look hot in these!”

Then she reached out and squeezed my dick through her panties.

“Very nice!”

======

Abbie became a frequent visitor to my bedroom. She liked to see my cock and ass adorned in sheer materials. She even bought me a pair of seamless pantyhose which hugged my body like a second skin. They looked and felt great!

Abbie loved to watch me stroke my dick, and sometimes she pulled her panties down and masturbated beside me. It was super hot! I wasn’t allowed to touch her pussy, but the view was very stimulating!

I was sad when Abbie got married and moved out. We’d always been close, and she was the only one that knew about and accepted my secret. Fortunately, she invited me to her apartment when Alan, her hubby, was out with his buddies. It seemed like he had a lot of buddy nights for someone who was just married. Oh, well! His absence was my gain! Abbie and I continued our dress-up routine. Abbie looked scorching hot in nylons, and eryaman arabaya gelen escortlar we masturbated together. I guess she missed me too! It was great!

Abbie started mentioning me to her girlfriends. She told them I was handsome, friendly, and had a nice dick. I hate to brag, but I’ve built up a good reputation with the ladies, in and out of bed, and have no shortage of women to go out with.

I didn’t like Abbie’s husband. I don’t know why. He treated me okay, but I just didn’t like him. I had a bad feeling about him. I didn’t say anything to Abbie, though, because she loved him.

Abbie was thrilled when she got pregnant, although Alan didn’t seem enthused. I started to visit Abbie more often because I wanted to see how she was doing. She appreciated my visits because Alan was frequently out and rarely helped around the house. When Abbie started to get big, I helped out when I visited.

Mom said rubbing vitamin E into your tummy prevented stretch marks, so I bought some and gave it to Abbie. She already had some and applied it every day but appreciated my thoughtfulness. Then she pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her round belly, smiled, and asked if I’d like to cream her.

I felt honored and slowly rubbed the cream into her soft skin, making sure to do a good job. It’s the first time I ever touched Abbie outside of hugs, and it was a very sensual experience. When I looked up, Abbie was looking at me lovingly.

“You’re going to make a great hubby someday. Alan hasn’t touched me in a while. He says he’s worried about hurting the baby, which is retarded! I’m pretty sure the baby enjoyed what you just did because I sure did!”

I felt embarrassed but pleased. After that, I rubbed cream into Abbie’s belly every time I visited.

One day when Abbie was eight months pregnant, she had on a thin nighty when I came over. She lay back on the couch while I massaged the cream into her tummy. I was methodically applying the cream when I noticed Abbie’s eyes were closed and her nipples were hard. I went to stop, but she took my hand and moved it to her left nipple. She moaned when I started creaming her nipple. Then she moved my hand to her right nipple and moaned again when I creamed that one. Then she moved my other hand under her panties. They were drenched! She groaned when I touched her pussy and came quickly with a shudder.

She sighed and lay there for a minute and then opened her eyes.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have done that, but Alan hasn’t touched me in a while, and your fingers felt heavenly. Are you okay?”

I was more than okay and grinned like a fool. It was the most sensual experience of my life!

I mumbled stupidly. “If you ever need to be touched again, let me know.”

She smiled lovingly at me. “What a sweetheart you are!”

Oddly enough, the bigger Abbie’s tummy got, the more she appreciated our dress-up days. She felt unattractive (she said she looked like a cow), but I thought her lingerie-clad pregnant figure was super sexy, and she couldn’t deny the effect her body had on my dick. My blood-engorged cock got huge looking at Abbie, which was good for her ego.

Asshole Alan was ‘out’ when Abbie’s water broke, so she called me. I told mom and dad, and we picked her up and took her to the hospital. Abbie was constantly calling Alan, but he was missing in action.

Mom was in the delivery room with Abbie and came out occasionally to give us updates. The good news was Abbie’s contractions were getting closer. The bad news was Abbie was too far along when she came in to get an epidural. No pain relief!

I was a nervous wreck and wanted to be in the room to support Abbie, but I knew it wasn’t my place. Mom took a washroom break, and dad was snoozing in the waiting room, so I wandered down by the delivery room. Just then, a large nurse named Olga came out and gave me a dirty look.

“Are you the father!” She asked in a stern East European accent.

I gulped in fear which she interpreted as yes. She took my arm, and suddenly, I was in the delivery room! Whoa! Not good! Abbie looked horrible. Then mom returned and gave me a ‘what the hell are you doing’ look. I was about to hightail my ass out when Abbie screamed in pain and grabbed my hand so hard I thought it would break. Holy shit! I wasn’t ready for this! But Abbie wasn’t loosening her grip, so I sat down beside her.

It was brutal! Abbie moaned and screamed for hours, and she looked exhausted. Her sweaty hair was plastered to her face, and her eyes looked like they were in a faraway place. The nurse kept telling Abbie to push harder, but Abbie didn’t have any juice left.

“PUSH!” The nurse yelled one last time. “The babies almost out! You can do it!”

Abbie scrunched up her face and gave one last push, and the baby came out. Thank God!

And then the baby cried. Thank God!

They cleaned Amanda and lay her on Abbie to bond, and Abbie smiled weakly but lovingly at her daughter. Abbie looked at mom, and then she looked at me. I must have looked ill sincan escort bayan because she grinned and thanked me and said I could leave. I looked at mom, who was still scowling at me and left in a hurry.

Thirty minutes later, asshole Alan showed up looking glassy-eyed with alcohol on his breath. He got the evil eye from mom and dad. Good!

Alan went to see Abbie and came out ten minutes later, offering dad and me cigars. Ten minutes? That’s all the time he could spare for Abbie? We turned his offer down. He didn’t deserve to celebrate with us. What the fuck had he done! We supported Abbie during her delivery. He wasn’t even there.

The birth of Amanda was the beginning of the end of Alan.

Abbie didn’t complain about Alan being out before they had Amanda because she had her own girl nights, and of course, she liked visiting me and mom and dad.

But it was a different story after Amanda arrived. Abbie expected Alan to pull his weight, but he didn’t. He was still out all the time and hardly helped when he was home and had yet to change a diaper. Abbie was pissed. They started fighting. The last straw was when a friend of Abbie’s forwarded a photo of Alan with another woman in an intimate embrace. Abbie had enough and moved back home with Amanda.

I was delighted, and Amanda got smothered in attention from everyone. I even changed the occasional diaper, but I preferred feeding her. She looked happy when I fed her but smelled bad when I changed her. After several months, Abbie went back to her dental technician job. She cleaned teeth and assisted the dentists.

One night, Abbie entered my room, locked the door, and grinned at me.

“Do you know what happened today, little brother?”

I didn’t know.

“I woke up horny. I haven’t been aroused in months!”

Then she pulled a sexy pair of panties out of her pocket. They were quite lovely with black lace and felt super soft.

“Drop your drawers, little brother! It’s playtime!”

I dropped my drawers, and Abbie yanked my undies off and shimmied the panties up my legs and over my smooth ass and cock until everything was snuggly in place.

Then she lay beside me on the bed and lifted her t-shirt, exposing her breasts, and kicked her track pants off, revealing a sheer black thong.

She looked at me, and her eyes were on fire.

“I’m so fucking horny I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin! I need help!”

She rubbed the sensitive underside of my dick with her hand.

“Does that feel good, little bro?”

I nodded yes.

“Good! Then return the favor!”

Abbie spread her legs, and I slid my fingers under her thong. Her pussy was slick with arousal.

Abbie sighed in pleasure when I started to finger her, and she rubbed my cock harder. Then she shifted and stuffed a nipple in my mouth, and I began to suck.

“FUCK! That feels good! Harder! Finger me harder! Suck my other nipple.”

Abbie had extracted my cock and was stroking it hard. It felt heavenly, and I wasn’t going to last long. Abbie started to moan as I sucked her nipple and fingered her pussy.

“Hmmm! Keep going! Harder! Hmmm! Harder! Faster! YESSSSSS!!!!!!”

Abbie orgasmed, and I spurted. We spasmed in unison until our contractions subsided and then rested contently, facing each other.

“Thanks, Todd! I needed that bad!”

Abbie grabbed my hand and began to lick her cum off my fingers. Then she held her hand up. Strands of my white junk joined her fingers like semen spider webs. She licked two of her fingers like a cat cleaning herself and then offered her hand to me.

“Want a taste? It’s your junk. Don’t you want to see what you taste like? I licked my junk off your fingers.”

I reluctantly licked a glob of my semen and rolled it around in my mouth. It was okay. There wasn’t much taste, and it had the texture of tapioca pudding.

Abbie grinned at me, “Want more?”

She pushed her hand closer, and I took a lick, and then she took a lick. Then she shocked me. She pinched my cheeks until my mouth opened and stuck her tongue in, along with semen from her mouth. My sister actually tongued me! Holy fuck!

I tried to tongue her back, but she pulled away.

She gave me a sexy grin. “Not tonight! Maybe some other night, but not tonight!”

She pulled her pants up and her shirt down and sashayed out of the room, swaying her hips grinning at me.

“Sleep tight, little bro, and don’t let the bed bugs bite! I’ll be back another night! My pussy has awoken!”

Holy fuck! My mind was racing, remembering what she said.

“I’ll be back another night!!!!”

“My pussy has awoken!!!!”

My cock twitched, and I started wanking myself again with Abbie’s silky smooth panties.

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“You’re looking chipper lately, Abbie.”

Abbie smiled. “I’m feeling great, mom!”

“Any particular reason?”

“Well, I’m making money again, which is nice. And Amanda is waking up less at night, so I’m getting more sleep. And Todd takes care of her about half the time gölbaşı sınırsız escort she wakes up.”

“He does?”

“Yup! I wait to see if he gets up after she cries, and he does about half the time. I get up if he doesn’t.”

“Abbie! You shouldn’t be asking Todd to get up in the night to take care of Amanda. He’s not her father.”

“Mom, I didn’t ask him. He gets up on his own. Her whimpers seemed to be finely calibrated for his ears. Plus, he’s smitten with her. She’s already wrapped him around her little finger. You should see her when he picks her up. A big smile spreads across her face and his.”

“It’s just gas, Abbie. She’s young.”

“It’s not gas, mom. I’ve seen her gas look. It’s love!”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s not just her smile. It’s in her eyes, mom. Her eyes light up when he holds her. Loving eyes are not gas. She knows Todd has fallen for her.”

“So Todd feeds her and changes her diapers?”

“Yup!”

“Amazing! Who would have thought Todd would be good with babies. He never showed any interest in your sister’s babies.”

“Well, Todd and I are close, and he did watch me give birth.”

“Yes! I noticed him in the delivery room!” She said with a frown.

“It was an accident, mom, but I was glad you were both there. I was exhausted, and when I saw him and grabbed his hand, it gave me the support I needed to continue. It should have been Alan, but it wasn’t, and I’ll never forget who was there in my hour of need. Hell! It was hours and hours of need! Why didn’t you tell me how brutal it would be?”

“Because, if you knew ahead of time, your sweet little girl might not exist!”

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I never used to think about Todd sexually. He was just my brother. I knew he was good-looking but never thought about his looks.

I did now.

He had a rugged manly look without even trying. He was six feet tall with sandy blonde hair, a five-o’clock shadow, broad shoulders, a flat tummy, a curvy butt, and muscled legs.

But he wasn’t macho manly. In fact, he was soft-spoken and very gentle, which I liked. And it made my heart melt seeing how good he was with Amanda.

He was also low-key. He didn’t care about most things and didn’t sweat the details, which I liked because I was the opposite. But, if he did care about something, he did what he wanted regardless of what anyone else thought, which I respected. Does that make sense? I liked the idea that Todd didn’t care about most things and would defer to me in general because I was used to him deferring to me as his older sister. But I wanted him to let me know if he felt strongly about something. It made sense to me!

And oddly enough, his cross-dressing made me respect and love him even more because he wasn’t afraid to display his inner self with me. He trusted me with his secret.

And my GOD! He looked fucking HOT in pantyhose!

Think about most women. They wear tight clothing to show off their bodies. But most guys don’t, so it’s hard to see their stuff.

Now, think about the form-fitting tights that male ballerinas wear. You can see EVERYTHING! You can see how big their cocks are. You can see how curvy their asses are, and you can see how muscled their legs are! It’s great!

I can see EVERYTHING when Todd wears his pantyhose. He’s my in-house ballerina! I can see his muscled legs! I can see his buns of steel, and I can see his gorgeous cock!

I buy his pantyhose and deliberately get ones that are tight and sheer so that I can see his stuff.

We’ve been playing doctor for a while in his room. He shows me his panty-clad stuff, and I show him mine, and we masturbate together.

It used to be enough, but it’s not anymore. I love him differently now. He’s not just my brother. He’s the person who visited me when I was pregnant and creamed my tummy. He’s the person who stayed with me in the delivery room even though he looked ill. He’s the person who dotes on my daughter like a daddy.

He’s everything I want in a man, and he’s hot!

My girlfriends tell me he’s good in bed, and they say he’s receptive to suggestions which is priceless in a lover because every female is different. We all have our preferences. So, no matter how experienced you are, you need to listen to your sexual partners to find out what THEY like and not get your ego bent out of shape when someone makes a suggestion.

And I’m horny again! My pussy was dormant for months because of Amanda, but it’s wide awake now and back with a vengeance! I’m frigging horny all the time. It’s very distracting!

But I don’t want to start dating. I still feel burned by Alan. I thought I knew him better. But I didn’t. And I don’t want to waste time and money finding someone else to like and trust and love. Why would I want to do that when I already know someone I like and trust and love, and he loves me.

There’s a problem, though. It’s too risky doing things with Todd at home. We lock the door, but sooner or later, we’ll get caught.

So, I have an idea. I’m a dental assistant, and Todd works as an assistant manager at a locally owned hardware store. He’s very handy and started working there part-time at sixteen and has worked his way up. Todd has been saving money for a mortgage down-payment, but he’s not there yet. But between the two of us, we could get a two-bedroom apartment and still save money.

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Up in the high three-thousands of 145th Avenue, an exclusive district of the city as displayed by the sprawling single-storey mansions set behind burglar-decapitating spiked iron fences, lay the thirteen-hundred square feet of prime estate owned by the eminent Jelphes.

Michaela Jelphe fidgeted on one of a handful of sun-loungers by the side of their modest pool. The book she was trying to read for her undergraduate course disinterested her. Michaela’s imagination was being wrestled away by that day’s disturbing events. She dropped the book to her side and flomped on to her front, letting her shoeless feet sway idly in the humid evening air, and gave in; her mind would not let her settle until she once again re-examined what had happened.

The Jelphes had driven out to the members-only Hillcrest recreation park for a family tournament of tennis. Her father had announced the match would be ‘girls verses boys’ and so, all dressed in an unstained white uniform that bounced the summer sun in eye-blistering rays, her father and step-brother took up opposing positions across the court from Michaela and her step-mother, Therese.

Therese had come into her life when she was still grieving over the break-up of her nuclear family and Michaela was consumed with bitterness at way her loving and devoted mother had divorced and departed along with her two younger brothers who she’d adored. For reasons never quite fully explained, she had been left behind like unwanted garbage. Therese was blameless in her parents’ dissolution but she became the focus of the young girl’s misery when she married her father and moved in to their sprawling, opulent home; bringing along her snotty little twerp of a son had only compounded her crimes.

As Michaela grew into a pubescent teenager, her loathing of Therese also grew. Michaela was short and podgy and spotty and felt like a lump of maladjusted play-doh when compared to her tall, elegant, flawless step-mother. Unlike this despised interloper, Michaela had curves in all the wrong places.

Therese tried incessantly to help style Michaela but whenever she stood next to her step-mother, Michaela appeared to be a hideous frump clad in used dishcloths. Today, dressed in the compulsory white outfit, Michaela felt like a ping-pong ball in comparison to the effortlessly beautiful woman beside her.

During the match, Michaela had been utterly distracted by her step-mother; the way she flowed athletically across the red clay court, the way her bronze hair caught the wind as if starring in a shampoo commercial, the way her svelte limbs flexed and tensed, her fat-free tummy, her round rigid breasts, her tanned skin… her pouty lips that opened easily and often into a wide smile.

Mostly, however, Michaela was mesmerised by her step-mother’s perfectly smooth long legs; Therese glided like a gazelle on the savannah. Michaela always became acutely aware of her own physical failings when she was in proximity to this Amazon.

The distracted girl had muffed yet another shot and her father had yelled out a patronising encouragement while her step-brother sneered. Therese had strolled over to pick up the missed ball.

“Don’t worry, Micki,” she’d said, “It’s just a game. Just have fun.”

Michaela had frowned, enraged. Why did she have to be so nice all the time? The bitch.

“Sure, Mum,” she’d snarled, “So this is what fun looks like.”

She’d started using the word Mum when she was going through a heavily sarcastic period and she always made sure it was dripping with acid when she spat it. What amplified her rage was that her saintly step-mother was never goaded into joining in the hostilities, it was always one-sided. Therese would just roll her eyes, shake her head and laugh it off.

The trouble was that Michaela hated feeling this way; she hated the way she spoke to Therese and she always felt awful afterwards. Not too long ago, her step-brother had been causing a fuss in the kitchen over some imagined slight; the tyrant had been shouting and swearing and Therese had placated him until he stormed off, slamming doors as he exited in full dudgeon.

“He’s such a dick,” Michaela had observed once his drama had died down.

“Don’t call your brother that,” Therese had chided gently.

“He’s not my brother. My brothers live in Atlanta.”

There’d been a weighted pause, this being a touchy subject.

“Go on, say it!” Michaela’s rage had risen unbidden, “Tell me that’s where I’d be if I was wanted.”

Therese was always flustered when caught in the full beam of Michaela’s spite.

“You, you are wanted-“

“Not by the person that matters.”

“Your Daddy-“

“Was stuck with me! Like a bad debt! Go on, say it!”

“I… he…”

Michaela’s face had burned crimson in the blue morning light, reflected in their platinum kitchen; her fingers had tugged on her frizzled mess of untameable hair. Therese had sat down next to her at the breakfast counter, quiet and serene.

“I would never eryaman rus escort say anything like that. I seem to hurt your feelings a lot but it’s never intentional. And anyway, I don’t think that’s true. You are wanted. Your father and I love you deeply. Your mother-“

“Don’t talk about her!”

“You know?” Therese had adopted a let’s-change-the-subject tone, “I don’t think you like Jefferson much but boys sure are hard to like at his age.”

“He’s as stupid as his name.”

Therese had coolly ignored the insult, “If I was an observant person, I’d suspect that you don’t really like boys at all.”

Michaela had felt her step-mother’s warm palm rest on her bare thigh and it’d provoked a volcanic confusion.

“You don’t know anything about me! You’re just some cooze that my father is screwing until the next cunt comes along!”

Michaela lay on the sun-longer remembering the shock that had, just for a moment, wrecked her step-mother’s beautiful face, a distorted portrait of the inflicted wound. She closed her eyes and groaned at the sight that was etched permanently in her mind. Afterwards the remorseful girl had cried into her pillow, hating herself and everyone. Poison, that’s what she was. Poisoning everything she touched.

Her painful recollections were interrupted by the wide patio doors swinging open. Orange light spilled out into the summer dusk. Her parents were hosting one of their tedious parties and she heard the dreamy whisps of Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantastique seeping out accompanied by sloshing voices spouting tittle-tattle. Therese stumbled out of the doors and, walking arm-in-arm with another woman, came unsteadily across the sloped expanse of lawn.

‘There she is,’ thought Michaela, ‘Wearing a skin-tight mini-dress that a woman half her age would have difficulty pulling off. And those heels! They make her look about ten feet high.’

The young woman watched her matriarch saunter closer, her silky chocolate-brown stockinged legs seemed to lead your eyes up forever until your gaze disappeared under the daringly short hem of her dress. Michaela was a spiked cocktail of envy and desire and anger at her own lack of self-esteem.

Still wearing her sweat-stained tennis whites, she looked down at her own chunky calves and wiggled her pudgy toes in despair. The few times she’d tried on pairs of stockings she’d had all the elegance and allure of a sack of spuds.

“Micki, love, it’s utter chaos in there, you wouldn’t believe it,” Therese’s voice trilled with a wine-tinged melody, “One of the loos has broken down, your Aunt Dahlia has barricaded herself in the guest bathroom having one of her glug-glug-glug dramas,” Therese mimed a drinking motion, “And the other bathroom has such a queue that we decided to do it like the pioneers did and relieve ourselves in the shrubbery.”

Michaela recognised the other woman as one of her step-mother’s long-time friends. As the pair turned towards the tall red-twig bushes that lined the garden’s edges Michaela couldn’t help but admire the seam of those soft, smooth nylons that drew a tantalising coffee-coloured curve down the back of Therese’s legs and she was instantly transported back to earlier that afternoon.

After her bungled sporting performance she’d sulked her way through lunch while her parents had planned the coming party. As they’d returned home, Therese and her father had playfully argued about who was going to first use the luxurious shower in their private en-suite bathroom. As soon as the car was parked, Michaela had watched them both bundle out and race to the door like gleeful children. Therese had been winning but her father had cruelly tripped his wife and left her scrabbling on the gravel path, holding an injured knee but laughing.

A little later, Michaela had been loitering in the hall outside the main bathroom, waiting for her step-mother to finish showering when the door was flung open and a steamed vision emerged wrapped barely by a small towel, pearlescent beads of moisture glittering on her brown arms and shoulders as she’d floated past.

“All yours, Micki, sorry I took so long.”

Despite her default animosity, Michaela found herself returning Therese’s friendly smile. She’d turned to watch the glowing woman walk down the hall, the towel absolutely failing to cover a pair of delicately wobbling round bum-cheeks that were not quite as tanned as the rest of her burnished skin.

Michaela had locked herself in the bathroom, lifted her white skirt to yank down her underwear and plonked down on the toilet seat. She was in a bit of a daze when she glanced across at the open laundry basket and spied Therese’s discarded panties. They lay atop the other clothes like the golden peak of a mountain. They were cotton and pale pastel yellow. They were almost turned inside-out and Michaela could see a slight discolouration at the crotch. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d reached over, picked them up and sat back down.

As she’d ankara etimesgut escort bayan held them, her fingertips had felt the warmth of recent flesh remained within the material. It’d felt closely intimate to hold them. She’d examined the visible stain on the gusset for minute or so before raising the panties up slowly, her body had seemed to know what was going to happen before her brain could comprehend; she’d held them up to her face then buried her nose in the soft damp crotch.

She’d inhaled deeply her step-mother’s natural and secret aroma. Her stolen breath was held. At this moment her bladder intervened and she’d began a pee that was strong and forceful and made her pussy tingle with excitement. There’d been a knot of unknown tension in her stomach.

Michaela had closed her eyes to focus her enjoyment on the pleasurable sensation her descending fountain of pee was giving her. Instinctively she’d raised again the soft cotton treasure and breathed in the private scent of Therese. In her frantic mind, pornographic images had flashed and spiralled and then coalesced into a close-up of a beautiful vagina with pretty pink petals parted to entice, to invite, to touch, to taste. As she’d dreamed herself even nearer to the huge, shiny, moist opening slit she became consumed by an ever-increasing intensely luscious fragrance.

Michaela had opened her eyes and emerged from her vivid fantasy to look around the bathroom as if it were an alien landscape. The knickers were in her mouth. She’d been surprised. There had for some time been a bubbling of unfamiliar feelings about her step-mother, an uncontrollable emerging obsession.

She’d always known that she preferred girls and she’d had a handful of crushes at high-school and college but, because she thought she looked like a gremlin with a doughnut addiction, she’d never had the courage to pursue those thoughts except in her fantasies. She had, at times, convinced herself that she would speak to a girl she fancied but she would always lose heart and crap out, leaving her feeling even more of a failure and an unlovable ogre.

But this? She’d never felt like this before. This was powerful. Was it powerful because it was real? It couldn’t be… could it? She’d noticed her fingers were wet with urine because during her curious dream she had explored her own labia and jellybean. She’d withdrawn her hand as if she had touched a flame. She’d dried her sopping fingers with her step-mother’s moist underwear then stood to wrangle her own panties up her stout thighs.

She’d carefully laid the borrowed panties down again on the laundry mountain and placed the lid of the basket on top to hide her shameful mishandling of them. She’d washed her hands vigorously, washing away the stain of illicit pleasure, smoothed down her skirt and then went to her bedroom to sit in a silent stupor, lost in unbidden and unidentified emotions.

There was laughing from behind the bushes. Therese’s guest was complaining that her bare behind was being tickled by the foliage. Michaela smiled as the two grown-ups giggled like school-girls then, between a couple of sparsely leafed bushes, she watched her step-mother’s nylon legs step into view.

She watched those glossy spiked-heels dig into the earth, with legs spread far apart, before Therese squatted and began an audible piss. A liquid sound soon joined by her friend’s, while their voices carried on a conversation as if this were completely normal. Michaela could only see Therese’s lower half and so she guessed her voyeurism was safe from discovery. She watched without blinking and recorded every second. She knew she’d want to replay these images in her head again and again.

Therese’s stance was at such an angle that Michaela’s curious scrutiny could only make out a hint of a dark triangle where those long legs met the rest of her body. She tilted up her nose and sniffed the air like a small mammal but caught only the ever-present fresh garden fragrance. She allowed her eyes to rest for long minutes on her step-mother’s thighs and the ornately decorated stocking-tops.

She longed to have her fingertips caress the pattern there and maybe… maybe slide cautiously higher until she was touching the velvet flesh above the stockings and then on, further into that dark mysterious triangle.

“Holy shit,” Michaela said to herself.

This brazen pervert was like a second person inside of her, someone perhaps she wouldn’t be able to restrain, to resist, to control. She watched Therese wiggle, presumably shaking off the final drops of pee. Michaela remained as still as a bird-watcher observing her idol stand and re-adjust her stockings and dress.

The friend broke the spell by crashing out through the bushes, cursing and hobbling, trying to straighten her frumpy floral dress. Therese emerged with immaculate aplomb and jovially helped the woman get unruffled.

Some more people walked through the double patio doors and inquired drunkenly gölbaşı rus escort bayan loud about where they were being directed to pee, the news of the lack of facilities was getting around. Michaela watched Therese take charge of the handful of needful drunks, bossing the men to one side of the garden and showing a couple of plump women into the bushes. She came and sat down next to her step-daughter on a sun-lounger.

“Pewf! It’s warm!” Therese said, wiping her brow, “Is there anything I can get you? A drink? Snack?”

Michaela shook her head and then they sat in the silence of the summer sunset, listening to the sound of piss splashing on leaves and grass. The men just hoiked out their spouts, sprayed the greenery then disappeared back into the house.

Now there was a singular note of acidity mingling with the evening’s fragrance. One of the women clambered back out of the bushes, she was struggling to pick some leaves from her hair while straightening her tights under her skirt; she gave them both an embarrassed grin then inelegantly wobbled up the grass slope in her party heels.

“Where’s Diana got to? She’s been in there a while.”

Therese squinted as she scanned the bushes for a sign of her guest then laughed and slapped her thigh.

“Hot damn! You can see right through the hedge there!”

Giggling, she touched Michaela’s shoulder and pointed to the gap in the red-twig hedge. Michaela didn’t need to be told where to find the voyeuristic viewpoint but she feigned surprise. They both watched as the woman held on tight to her bunched up satin dress and stayed squatting awkwardly in the gloomy improvised toilet.

“Poor Diana. I hope no one else comes out. Should I say something? No, best not. We’ll let her keep her dignity.”

Therese chuckled softly as they watched the lower half of a uninteresting middle-aged blonde eject a thick stream of gushing fluid.

“My god, she pisses like a cart-horse!” Therese whispered.

Michaela was surprised, her step-mother very rarely used crude language and only when sozzled.

“Wait a minute, that’s… isn’t that where I, you know?”

Michaela nodded.

“Did I exhibit myself like that, to you, Micki, my love?”

Michaela nodded.

“You watched me pee?”

“Erm, yes, I, er, couldn’t help it.”

“I’m sorry you had to see that, darling.”

“No, I, er, I didn’t mind. It’s nothing.”

There was a pause, the quietness of the night seemed to loom closer, Michaela was feeling claustrophobic now she was sharing her inner persona with a deviant, panty-sniffing, piss-peeking pervert. She was thankful when Therese’s attention was diverted.

“What is she doing in there?” Therese whispered, “She’s just squatting there. She, she isn’t… is she?”

Therese cackled and gasped with relief when Diana stood up behind the bush and vanished from view.

“My god, I genuinely thought for a second there she was going to take a dump on my chrysanthemums.”

Diana reappeared on the lawn, removing a twig from her woollen shawl. Therese smiled broadly and waved as the woman lit a cigarette and returned to the party.

“I mean,” Therese joked, “It’s bad enough scooping cat doings out of the rhododendrons without humans joining in.”

Michaela’s shy, averted glance caused her to tone down her drunken conviviality.

“Sorry, I, er, you know, I didn’t realise I could be seen. Can’t be fun to witness that. Some scabby old bag watering the flowers.”

“You’re not old,” Michaela felt timid, it was odd to speak to her step-mother without the continual bitterness that always seemed to affect their relationship, “You’re not scabby.”

“Uh-uh, look.”

Therese extended one perfectly shaped leg and drew Michaela’s eye to a dark graze across her knee under the luscious dark fabric. Up close, Michaela could now see the silky stay-ups had tiny hearts dotted in the darkness.

“See? That’s where your father cruelly and with malice aforethought trampled me this afternoon.”

Michaela couldn’t respond, she was consumed by the appearance of the stocking top, the floral lace design leading to a daring flash of naked thigh.

“They’re very pretty, aren’t they?” Therese said, seeing where Michaela was focussing, “Would you like a pair?”

“You have to be pretty to wear things like that. I’m not like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not… like you. You’re gorgeous. Everyone thinks so.”

Therese’ blushed and fiddled with her hair, “Who’s everyone?”

“Aw, you know how beautiful you are,” Michaela grumped and looked away, “Don’t counterfeit modesty.”

Therese leaned closer, “Would you like to know what they called me when I was growing up?”

Michaela didn’t answer.

“Beanpole,” Therese continued, she’d got used to talking to an unresponsive sulking girl all these years.

“What’s a beanpole?”

Therese laughed, “It’s a thin stick you grow runner beans up.”

“Oh.”

“I had thick glasses, and a goofy smile, and arms and legs like pipe-cleaners. Inside… I’m still that girl, the girl who was teased for being flat-chested. My father used to say I was all knees and elbows.”

“I’d rather be that than this,” Michaela said sullenly.

Therese let that go, she’d learned never to dwell on the girl’s self-loathing.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Days passed and, even though the fact that something was changing inside her could not be denied, Jacynda found it more difficult than ever to care. Her studies slipped as her attention wavered and she spent more and more time down at the fighting grounds, the training grounds. It felt like more her speed down there as she took up practise, even training alongside the prince, even though he had his own instructor, the highest skilled swordsman and a jouster who was renowned across the land.

It was good to be around him and she caught his gaze more than once, though it was a feral, savage smile in the heat of fake battle that she threw back at him. Once, the prince stumbled back, his jaw dropping, not knowing or understanding what had come over him — or so she thought.

Her heart surged. She was getting to him…slowly but surely. Jacynda had almost forgotten that she was doing all of what she was doing, waiting for the spell to draw him closer to her, but…something seemed to be working? He sat a little nearer to her when there was a banquet, leaning across the table to catch her conversation, even if he was not drawn into her talk about mage craft. Maybe that was something that Jacynda had to work on, though she could not worry too much about her studies, her work, despite how the master mage was chasing her to keep up with her studies. Beyond him, there was no one there to hold her to task.

She’d drank the ale that had been left in her room, the gift, however…and liked the taste. More and more had slipped down her throat until she was so warm and so comfortable that she wondered why she had never wanted to try it before. It was strange to drink, to seek out different liquors, though it was the simpler brews that made her tastebuds dance the most, not the fine wines that were served to nobles in the eryaman otele gelen escort castle. But that suited her just fine, seeking nights out at the taverns, laughing with her new friends from the training grounds: Marvin, Henry, Sid, Stonny and Theodore. The latter of which was constantly mocked for his name, many different versions of it (each one more insulting than the last) used daily, though it was all in the nature of their strange, rough and tumble friend group.

It was strange to have friends, again. Jacynda had not had that for a while, though she didn’t think Stonny was ever really going to take a shine to her. Not everyone was going to get on perfectly, however.

She tilted her head before the goblet on the banquet table, how it rose smoothing, distorting her features. Her hair was longer, growing and growing, as if she couldn’t do anything about it no matter how many times she visited the castle barber, who was resident on site. Her face seemed thicker, though not in a bad way, as if her features were changing. Her brow was a little heavier, but in a beautiful way, a way that seemed natural, and the hair on her fingers, the backs of her hands and her arms had become more obvious than before.

Something was changing and she didn’t mind. She preferred her new life, the one spent drinking and going out on wild nights, though the other trainee mage at the palace laughed at how she had thrown it all away. It did not feel like throwing everything away, however, but taking stock of something new, becoming something new — and how could that ever be a bad thing?

Later that night, she waited in her chambers, the small room that was all her own as a student mage. She was fortunate to have it, but she was missing the mirror still that could have allowed her to better take in her whole body, all the changes that had come to pass.

But she could light a candle and set it burning brightly, her hair loose and wild about her shoulders. It hung down to her mid-back, thick and luscious, though it was harder and harder to tame daily. That was not a bad thing, though she liked it rather more than her braid, rarely tying it up in the braid for any longer. She took herself down to her plain sincan escort undergarments, even removing the breeches that she preferred to wear over the skirts that she had liked to cover herself up with before. The fabric there had drowned her.

Undergarments, for men and women alike, were simple, functional, though more functional for women than men who were expected to fight or do something worthwhile with their lives. There was a corset that she had donned, yes, but it was more for the fashion of the banquet and she had begun forgoing the everyday one that had taken the place of a whore’s brassiere. They were not supportive, of course not, but they were in more common use around whore houses and the like, considering how much easier they were to remove from a woman’s body.

What did that mean for her when she wanted to forsake anything on the top half of her body altogether? It was simply more comfortable that way, but such a thing that she didn’t want to spend any time worrying about it, none at all.

The hair… It had darkened to a deep red that neared black, all over her body. Jacynda had not taken the time to understand the changes, though it set her heart pounding with excitement, as if she was charging another fighter, sword raised in a triumphant flash of sunlight above her head. Her thighs were thicker with it, muscle rising and giving them shape, but the hair was everywhere, down even on the backs of her calves. Hairy feet might have been something to give her cause for revulsion before, but all she did as she played her fingers curiously across her toes was give a short bark of laughter.

It was right, wasn’t it? It was the way it was meant to be, her shoulders rounder, though she didn’t think it a bad thing. It made her clothes fit differently and that was why she had chosen more clothing that the men wore during sparring matches: a loose fit and tied often at the neck to allow the greatest flexibility. Her chest rounded out the front of any shirt she wore, though she no longer tried to hide the change of her breasts.

Taller, yes… She thought dimly, a shift of her weight pressing her lips together, as if she was thinking of something else entirely. She was taller. Not by much, gölbaşı otele gelen escort but enough that she had noticed too when she’d been sitting at her desk. Her legs no longer fit under it all that well anymore when she was studying, which was a strange thing indeed. The hair was the most noticeable thing, even if she didn’t bother wearing clothes anymore that would have hidden it, covering her arms, more on the backs than anything else, her eyebrows thicker, but in a way that made her face look fiercer.

Jacynda smiled at her reflection, the small mirror glancing back at her. Yet it had not been enough to take full stock of her changes, how her body was firmer, stronger, losing the features in a way that had made her body what it was before. She almost looked a bit stockier too, with how her body had shifted its centre of gravity, her torso not as long nor as lean as it had been, though that was of no worry to her. Her stronger jawline was almost masculine, yet there remained a hint of femininity around her cheekbones and eyes.

She liked it. Simply so. Yet that was not what the spell had been supposed to do. Maybe she should have realised earlier, but…

“The object of his desire, huh?”

Even her way of speaking was less eloquent, though Jacynda didn’t care about that. It was hard to care or worry about anything as she finally understood the spell, pacing to her spell casting cabinet and going through the ingredients.

The goblet that she had used had been tucked away in the back, but she took it in her hand and sniffed it warily. There was no trace of rose water in there, none at all, though the rose water bottle that had been left in the cabinet was perfectly full, not a drop missing.

Something had gone awry, but, strangely enough, with the prince’s eyes wandering to her more and more, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Everything was right in her corner of the world and she only had to see where the path led her. It was better not to worry about it.

If she’d been in her old mind, Jacynda would have realised that that was another change that had come over her — the loss of the churning, seething mass of worry that had coiled around her heart and only dropped into the pit of her stomach when she had forced it there. The loss of it left her breathing easily, sleeping soundly, her dreams drifting to scenes of fighting off a horde of warriors with the prince at her side.

With him, anything was possible.

With her too, of course.

Continued in part three.

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Experienced skipper and former soldier Captain Max Krueger boarded his 80-foot schooner, currently berthed in the marina between charter bookings. He broke out a brush and fresh-water hose and set about swabbing the decks, preparing for the next trip. The charter guests would be arriving on board soon. He was a captain who didn’t mind pitching in to help with the endless chores of keeping a vessel ship-shape. His mind wandered as the sweat poured from him, so he was surprised to look up and see a guest, the Indigenous American actress Minnie Clearwater, standing under the shade of the aft cabin awning, watching him with those dark, gorgeous eyes.

“Jesus Christ, you startled me!”

“I got bored,” Minnie mewed. “Silly old script. I’m done learning lines on shore. I came aboard early. Besides, the view from here is much better.” And it was true, thought Minnie, she had been admiring this strong, hard-looking man… his hairy, tanned, scarred body, his battered but attractive features, the sheer masculinity of him. “You don’t mind me being here, do you?”

“Well, no, of course not.” Max’s heart was beating like a teenager’s on his first date.

Minnie stepped nearer, hoping to smell his sweat, which ran off him in rivulets like condensation off a cold beer. “It’s so hot,” she sighed.

He playfully turned the hose on her, and within seconds she was squealing and giggling, cavorting on the hot decks, soaking wet, her flimsy blouse and slacks plastered to her full contours. The tips of her nipples were dark and thrusting, the round mounds of her buttocks like two taut hillocks under her pants. Max dropped the hose. His men were on the way back to ankara eryaman escort the beach in the launch. Only he and this wild vixen of American Indian heritage were on board. He caught her slender wrist in his big paw.

She looked into his pale eyes and knew she had gone too far to stop now. If she struggled, he would overpower her. She felt his strength, and moaned.

He picked her up, kicked open a steel door and carried her, writhing helplessly, into a dark cabin. He threw her onto a bunk and ripped the clothes from her, his hands clumsy in his haste, tearing, pulling, his breathing heavy, while her hands fumbled with his belt buckle even as she murmured, “No, please, not so fast.” Within moments they were naked and grasping. His prick was up like a flagpole between his thighs. He climbed onto her, thrusting her down as he entered her wetness. She gasped, her mouth slack. He licked her face and sucked her full lips, biting in his frenzy, his hard white butt pumping up and down fast, then faster as he pinned her thrashing arms above her head, his mouth now searching for the plump, wobbly hills of her delicious breasts, suckling the dark aureoles, grunting as she bucked like a young filly under him.

Her hips and pelvis crashed into his as she twisted her head, only the whites of her eyes showing now, her mouth contorted in ecstasy as she gasped, “Fuck you, oh fuck you, you animal!” Her voice reached a high wail as he felt the hot spurt of his love juice release into her depths, spasm upon spasm, unable to hold longer, unable to control, unable to stop spurting, unable to breathe. He gulped for air, his heart thundering in escort sınırsız çankaya his chest, head whipping from side to side, raining sweat on her, jolting up and down and collapsing upon her softness, his hands now gentler, stroking, soothing as she subsided, cooing softly, her panting now turning to deep, satisfied breaths.

A knock sounded on the door. “Boss? You in there? Need the key to the store locker. Need gas for the outboard.”

Eyes closed, his breathing now regular, Max sighed and opened one eye.

Minnie’s pretty mouth, inches from his, smiled sweetly. “Seems you’re wanted on deck. But thank you for your time, hombre.”

“Son of a bitch, Lito!” He smiled wearily and rolled off the bed. Tying a sarong around his hips, muttering darkly, he pulled open the door.

Sunlight entered the cabin. Lito and Pedro stood there, grinning like idiots. They both moved their heads slightly, trying to see around him into the cabin.

He shoved a heavy set of keys at Lito. “Bugger off, will you?” he growled, and slammed the door.

He returned to the bunk and sat beside her, his gaze lovingly sweeping the length of her. “My God, luck be a lady,” he whispered as his hands caressed the warmth of her belly. She groaned and stretched, her legs opening, her knees raising up from the sheets. His hand gently sought the netherworld of her core, titillating the silkiness of her honey pot.

“Don’t tell me I’m due for seconds, Captain, a man of your, um… maturity?”

He smiled, rose and went to the basin. He rinsed a small towel under the tap, returned to her and proceeded to gently wipe her clean. Dropping the çankaya eve gelen escort bayan towel, he lay down full length, his head positioned above her pubic patch.

“Maturity, hell,” he murmured, and lowered his mouth to her Venus cave, his tongue searching, probing, tasting the musky fragrance of her, then suddenly thrusting his tongue, stiffened, like quicksilver into her. Spreading her pink petals wide with his fingers, he delicately explored her hot wetness, as she lowered her head back onto the pillow.

“White man speak with forked tongue,” she gasped, as for several minutes he paid homage to this sobbing, vital American Indian lass who had come so suddenly into his life. “My turn, lover. You need some encouragement,” she smiled, and with a lithe movement, twisted him onto his back and placed her pouting lips over his half-erect love stick. She began her own brand of torture, her tongue nuzzling at his reddened tip, her juicy mouth succulently sliding up and down the veined staff, cajoling, teasing, bringing him maddeningly to attention again.

“The best for last, okay?” she chided, and raised her hips above him, waiting an agonizing moment, watching his face in anticipation before plunging herself down, enveloping him in her furry clutch… tight, loose, tight, loose… proceeding to move up and down languorously, this time holding his hands pinned above his head as she rained soft kisses upon his brow, his eyes, licking his stubbled chin, all the time speeding the motion, rising and falling, drawing a groan from him almost of despair, her naked bottom quivering, her head flung back, panting, the veins in her neck standing out taut, breasts caught cruelly mangled in his hands, a sob rising in the air as her buttocks jiggled almost to a blur as a scream of delight tore from her. “Geronimo!!” she shouted as the near-pain of a frantic orgasm poured through her body. Her fingers raked the thick mat of graying hair on his deep chest, and she was spent.

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“Good girl.” Marcus says as he walks into the room, he has his belt in one hand. I watch his every move as he walks over to me, standing up for him as he gets closer.

“I had a really good night tonight, I hope the fun isn’t going to stop here.”

“I can assure you, it wont.” Marcus walks over to me and puts my wrists behind my back, securing them with his belt. “If you ever feel uncomfortable you just say stop, I promise I will stop right away. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek softly as I smile.

“Thank you Marcus.”

“That dress is incredible, I don’t think I got a chance to tell you earlier.

“I’m glad you like it, I bought it just for you.” Marcus cups my breast with his big hand, squeezing softly as he sighs

“Where do I even begin with you, June?” Suddenly Marcus picks me up bridal style and sets me on the couch, the view of the city dazzling as lust clouds my mind. He spreads my legs, crawling slowly upwards as he leaves delicate kisses on the inside of my thigh until he reaches the wet patch left from the quick encounter in the back of the car.

Marcus’ tongue teases my clit, dancing around in circles and dipping in and out of my warm, wet pussy. He brings two fingers up to my entrances and starts to pump them in and out, running them along the sensitive spot just inside making me writhe above him,

“Stay still, baby.” He stands and releases his cock from his trousers, the size of it impressive and making my mouth water. Leaving his clothes on, Marcus picks me up, turns me around so I am leaning over the back of the sofa and spreads my knees. He rubs his thumb over my swollen pussy lips for a minute before positioning the tip of his erection at my entrance, slowly sliding in until he meets resistance then pulling out again.

“You’re so fucking tight, June. You feel amazing.” He moans in my ear, gripping my hair to pull me into him. I moan as he picks up the pace, his cock going deeper, my moans turning into cries of pleasure in response. Soon Marcus’ hips are bucking into me, the slapping sound of skin-on-skin filling his apartment along with our moans and panting.

“Please keep going, that feels so good.” I plead, attempting to rock my hips back into his to intensify the feeling.

“Like I would ever dream of stopping.” He growls, his hands moving to my hips as he continues to fuck me harder and harder as I relax more into his touch. With his cock still inside me, Marcus picks me up and places me on the cold marble floor. I gasp as my erect nipples make contact with the cool flooring which makes Marcus laugh, not stopping his rhythm as his strong arms push me further into the floor.

I smile widely as I feel my ass slapping against Marcus’ hips, he must see me smile, and laughs maniacally. “Oh good, that’s what I was waiting for.” He pulls out suddenly, picking me up off the floor and undoing the belt around my wrists. I massage the indent that it left as Marcus grabs something from his jacket pocket. “You never know what might happen on a date, but I’m glad I waited to pull it out now. Marcus sits on the sofa and gestures for me to lay across his lap, as I do he spanks my ass twice hard with a loud “Thwack!”. I scream out both in pleasure and in pain, the burning sensation rippling down to my neglected clit. Marcus plays with my ass, dripping something cold on my hole and slipping a finger in. I wriggle at the intrusion, but I had hoped this would happen and prepared well before the date. Marcus seems to notice this and giggles, adding a second, then third finger.

He pulls his fingers out and I whimper, missing the feeling of Marcus.

“Don’t worry baby, hold on a sec.” He presses something much bigger than his fingers against my eager hole, stretching it further as I grimace until it pops all the way in. I moan and wiggle my ass for Marcus, earning another two hearty slaps. I feel the toy in my ass buzz to life, a slow setting at first and then growing until I am a moaning, gasping mess in Marcus’ lap. My knees weak, Marcus picks me up to straddle him. His huge cock free of his trousers and positioned to slip into my pussy, I whimper at the intense pleasure and he pauses,

“You are doing so well, baby girl. Do you want me to stop?” he tenderly holds the side of my face, I shake my head and he grins, his hands moving to my waist as he rams his cock back into my tight wet pussy. I scream out, the neighbors definitely hearing us at this point, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusts deeper and deeper, turning the dial up on the vibrator.

“Good girl, eryaman eve gelen escort that’s it.” He fondly caresses my waist and tits, leaving me to bounce leaning backwards on his cock, which I eagerly do. My tits bounce in Marcus’ hand, his fingers catching my nipple, pinching and pulling at it as he uses his other hand to toy with the buttplug. I moan loudly, the overstimulation of my senses clouding my vision as the vibrating buttplug hums.

I mumble indistinguishably between moans, my mind blank as pleasure pulses through all of my nerves. Marcus laughs at me fondly as he plants a kiss on my chest.

“You’re so beautiful when you talk nonsense.” he jokes, I attempt to laugh in the brief pause as he slowly edged his dick so it was almost out.

“This is probably the first time I’ve ever been left without words.”

“Well, as much as I do love to hear you talk, you’ll have to get used to it.” We laugh together, my laughter interrupted as I cry out in pleasure when Marcus drives his hips upward and moans softly below me. I bite my lip as he stays still, his hands wandering over my smooth skin and teasing all of my sensitive spots, brushing over my neck and down my sides before he breaks the calm with a slap on the ass. I groan loudly and feel him slide his cock out, my hands start shaking as I pant and grind my hips to meet his well-times thrusts.

His body is well in tune with mine, he seems to know all of the right buttons to press and when he needs to slow down and give me some time to catch my breath or change position. Without skipping a beat, Marcus picks me up and starts to carry me over to the window. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips as his strong hands grip my ass, guiding the movement up and down his shaft until he presses me against the wall and can take over. I hold onto his shoulders tightly, the wall giving me a good boost to sit higher on his hips. I lean in and kiss Marcus, his forehead sweaty against mine. He kisses me back enthusiastically, slowing his thrusts down as we lose ourselves in the panting and moaning. He breaks the kiss and sets me down, I look up at him pouting.

Marcus laughs and his lips collide with mine again, kissing me deeply as he begins to play with my clit. My hands start to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, the latter I discard on the floor beside us before I run my hands up his sculpted chest before wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in closer to me. We kiss for a while, his cock still rock hard in my hand as I massage it. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and looks down at me where I am obviously disappointed to have lost contact.

“No need to be like that princess, just catching my breath.” He pants, his hands take my hips once more and he turns me around. In front of me is a spectacular view of the city, the lights all around us lighting up the whole street and stretching for miles beyond view. I gasp, The view from my own window is beautiful but this is simply breathtaking.

“This is amazing, I shudder to think what you pay for a view like this.” I can feel his erection resting on my ass, I wrap my hand around it and start stroking it as we admire the view.

“More than I probably should, but it’s New York City and none of my neighbors can see in this direction since we are so high up, so I get to do things like this.” I feel his hand push my upper body closer to the window, my sensitive nipples once again shocked by the cold surface. A small smile creeps onto my face as I imagine what it must look like from the outside. Marcus puts his hand over mine on his cock and releases the grip, lining his cock up with my entrance again before slowly sliding it in, we moan together, his face beside mine on my shoulder looking out at the view.

“Look at you, my little slut. You’re enjoying me showing you off like this aren’t you?” He whispers.

“I’m enjoying every part of this, but the fact that someone might see my tits pressed against this window while an absolute hunk of a man fucks my brains out is definitely a fantasy of mine. So thank you.”

“You should have said so earlier, I would have turned the lights on to make it more likely you’d be seen.”

“Your neighbors don’t need to see my naked body like this, they’d probably call the cops.”

“On the contrary…” Marcus trails off, picking up his pace from slow hard thrusts into something a little more animalistic. His hands grip my hips hard, and I moan and squeal into the window as his cock slams into me. He hands me the remote to the buttplug which I dial up two more notches, my knees bala escort trembling and a loud moan escaping my lips.

“Fuck, if you carry on like that I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last June.”

“You’ll be fine, I’ll still be here later.”

“Will you just?” He teases.

“If you’ll have me.”

“June, you’re not going fucking anywhere while I have something to say about it.” He nips my ear and starts to kiss down the back of my neck.

“Good, because I don’t think I ever want to leave.”

“Deal.” Marcus’ pace increases, but I can tell by the sloppiness of his rhythm that he wasn’t kidding about being close.

“On your knees.” He instructs, turning me around to face him and gently encouraging me down by my shoulders. I gladly comply and before he even has to tell me what to do, I take his member in my mouth and start to suck him off. My mouth expertly draws out moans from him as his fingers tangle in my hair and tug.

“Fuck June…” He starts

“Fuck, I gonna…” I feel a jet of warm cum hit the back of my throat as his thrusts in deeper, the rest I quickly try to swallow as it forces its way down. I suck on the tip, making sure I got every last drop and Marcus moans loudly from the overstimulation, his hand still in my hair gripping harder as his hips involuntarily bucking forward as we both laugh breathlessly. He pulls me up off my knees and kisses me on the forehead as he wraps his arms around me, we embrace in front of the window, staring out at the city below us and enjoying the post-coital glow.

“Come on, your turn.” He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom, turning on the shower, he guides me in and starts to remove the rest of his clothes. I close my eyes and allow the hot water to flow all over my face and down my body, opening my mouth to rinse the taste of cum out of it. When I open my eyes again he is standing right in front of me. He takes my face in his hand and gently starts to kiss me, not as much urgency as before but this slower, more tender pace, is very welcomed as my muscles relax under the heat of the shower. I lean against him, pressing him into the tiled wall as we lazily kiss under the shower stream. His shower, one of those outrageously fancy ones with a large waterfall head and enough room to lie down in. I smile inwardly thinking about all the opportunities there are with this man, a man who I met by chance in a broken down elevator and who had just taken me out on a lovely date to a restaurant I could never hope to afford myself, but all the while never boasting or making me feel as though I am inferior to him. He was refreshing, the kind of man you read about in lusty young adult novels but with none of the cheesiness. We just connected on every level and yet we have only scratched the surface, not to mention we had only known each other for three days.

While I’m away in my own head, Marcus’ hand slides down my wet body, making contact with my swollen clit and sending a jolt of electricity through my body that manifests in a violent shiver. I’m pulled from my daydream and look up at his face, he towers over me taking one of my hands in his and pinning it above my head. He kisses down my neck to my chest, releasing my hand to drop onto his knees. He gently spreads my legs, settling between them as he reaches up to play with my breast as he kisses down my stomach, closer and closer until I feel his lips delicately touch my clit and his free hand slides up my thigh, fingers dancing near my pussy and teasing me. I moan and try to pull his head in but he stops playing with my nipple to grab my hand and pin it against the wall beside me. He doesn’t hold back now that he knows how desperate I am, he’s kept me waiting and is yet to make me cum and being the gentleman that he is, I know he can’t be happy about that. His fingers slide into my pussy, curling upwards against my g-spot as he licks and sucks on my clit making me writhe above him. His tongue flattens and does long, slow laps from my dripping hole over my over-stimulated clit making my body jerk and bringing a smile to those lips that I love so much.

Watching them work over my cunt expertly as I feel my orgasm quickly build up inside me. This time, when I wrap my hand through his hair and hold him closer he hums in approval and hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, diving in deeper as he hungrily eats out my soaking pussy. His hands are gripping my ass, massaging and slapping it hard so it echoes through the house, I try to brace myself on the slippery tiles as my moans turn more to whines and gasps. My eyes close and I let out one etimesgut escort last hip-jerking cry as I cum hard. Marcus quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me into his lap, his erection making it evident that it’s not going to end there. But right now my legs are still trembling so I let him cuddle me close and trace his hands over my body, tweaking my nipples and dipping into my cunt then to my mouth before he kisses me hard and holds me close to him.

“You know, you just do something to me, June. You bring out this animalistic side of me but right now all I want to do is hold you and not let go. Ever.”

“You drive a hard bargain, I’ll stay here with you if you let me keep kissing you. Your lips are addictive.” He chuckles and hugs me closer to him. His hand gently cups my face as he brings me in for another kiss, the water running over us streaming down my hot body and soothing my sensitive clit. Marcus adjusts me in his lap so our legs are tangled and we are directly under the stream of warm water. I lean into him again and we resume, his hand guides mine down to his rock hard erection then makes his way over to continue playing with my kitty. I moan softly into his mouth and tighten my grip on his dick a little as I jerk him off. We make out for a little while longer until he abruptly stops.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to take you somewhere with a little more grip. My cock is aching to get back inside you, and I can tell that buttplug is probably getting a little uncomfortable by now right?” I smirk at him.

“Is that you saying you’re going to fuck my ass? Because yes please.” He laughs at me and we stand up, shutting off the water and half-assedly toweling off before Marcus is pushing me out into the hallway. Stopping to kiss me and roughly grab my ass before pushing me ahead of him. I lead the way, my hips swaying in front of him earning a nice hard slap, then another, then before I knew it we were about two steps away from his bedroom door when he pushes me face first into the wall, roughly shoving his cock into me and fucking me while I moan loudly and arch my back to drive him in deeper.

“Fuck Marcus, fuck! Where did that come from?” He lets out a deep laugh in my ear which sends a whole new wave of arousal through my body. His eyes are dark, face determined and his hands grip me roughly. I smile cheekily to myself and pull out of his grip, taking him by surprise as he lets out a sound similar to a growl. I walk the last few steps into his bedroom and sit down in the window seat teasingly playing with my own pussy. He stands in the doorway, his eyes still dark and his body language still desperate and craving as he calculates his next move. I lean back slightly, spreading my legs wider and presenting my deliciously perfect pussy to him, dripping juices all over his upholstery and taunting him over the edge. He walks over, his long legs making the journey faster than I expected, scoops me up and turns me to face him. I kiss him passionately as he slides his cock back into me and grabs my hips. I hold on tight as he picks me up and slams be back down on his cock as he walks over to the bed. He crawls onto the bed and kneels with me still bouncing on his enormous member, my gasps and cries of pleasure sounding raspier and more exhausted. He catches my nipple in his mouth, biting it slightly and sucking hard. I take over the riding duty, grinding my hips into his as he presses his face into my tits with an almost crazy grin on his face.

“You’re staying here this weekend. There’s no way I can let you leave after this. Besides, I promised you I would fuck you up the ass and I already failed to make good on that promise.”

“I didn’t bring any clothes with me.”

“I’m almost offended that you think you’re going to be wearing clothes. June, your body is intoxicating. I could stare at you forever, in fact. I might just do that.” His hands firmly caress my back as he grinds his hips upwards to meet mine.

“Are you even real?” I pant.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

He lays me back on the bed, sliding up between my legs to rebury his cock. His pace is slower, more tender as he holds me close to him and kisses me softly. I almost purr at his touch, he moans in my ear as we move together.

“You’re going to finish with me. Come on.” He picks the pace up again, massaging my clit as his thrusts get sloppier and less rhythmic. I open my mouth to say I’m close but as I do I feel his dick throb and bury itself deeper, setting off a chain reaction as my pussy tightens around him and I moan out my second orgasm before we both collapse. Later, after we have cleaned ourselves up and curled up in each other’s arms, Marcus must think I’m asleep as he strokes my hair.

“I love what you do to me, June. I think you should stay with me forever.” I snuggle closer, smiling as we drift off into a blissful sleep.

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