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Jenn moves in with her Dad to go to college and her girlfriend Piper comes along for a week. Jenn’s Dad finds himself being pursued by Piper, but her wanton sexuality has caused him to notice his daughter that has ripened and grown into a beautiful woman. The lusty couple finds that they share more in DNA than just hair and eye color.

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Dr. Dad Will You Be Mine?

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jenn? A week to get your Dad into my bed?” Piper shrieked.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Just don’t tell me about it,” I said with a dramatic eye roll. “We’ve been best friends forever, did our eighteenth birthdays with each other, and you’ve always crushed on Dad.” I laughed, although I had to wonder how she suddenly went from crush to planned seduction.

Piper sniffed. “The sad part is that you’ll stay there for college, and I’ll come back by myself,” she said, ending with that crackling cry voice that comes before the actual sobbing sets in.

“I know. I’m sad about it too. But we can go back and forth on breaks. Winter, you come to Gainesville to see me, and summer I’ll come to Cleveland to see you. Deal?”

She was full-blown ugly crying now. I knew. I’d seen it often. I wiped my own tears and we hung up. Piper had to depend on college loans while my Dad was footing my tuition. But only because I had chosen the same career. Sort of. I wanted to be a veterinarian. He was a veterinary cardiologist, and he wanted me to go on after graduation and take up a specialty too.

I began to pack for my move from Mom’s house, where I’d lived since their divorce, to Dad’s house where I would live while I worked towards my degree at the University of Florida.

Two weeks later we were landing at GNV for a week together of our summer vacation. We grabbed our stuff at baggage claim and found my Dad waiting at the curb in a big black Mercedes SUV. I gave him a quick hug and jumped in the front seat, Piper, not one to pass up an opportunity gave him a full-body hug before sliding into the back seat. Full body from Piper was her thirty-six C’s smashed into you, and likely accompanied by a little bump and grind for dad.

“Figured you guys wanted to settle in and maybe hit the pool so I thought we’d stop now and pick up some food from Bangkok Square?”

“Sounds good, Jeff!” Piper said from the back seat and I agreed.

As soon as Dad went in to order, Piper whispered theatrically, “Oh my god he is so hot, Jenn.”

I laughed. “If you say so!” I had to admit that my Dad had a charisma that made both men and women gravitate towards him. He always did. Which was what my Mom let eat at her until she was accusing him of everything. Sex with women, sex with men, anything lurid she could come up with.

He always included her, so I could not understand why it was such an issue for her. Even when he and I went somewhere, he always kept me by his side, never making me feel left out. He could only take so many of her allegations and he finally left her, immediately filing for divorce.

I was sixteen and although I was heartbroken to see their breakup, I understood why he did it. Sadly, she was even more miserable after he left. I couldn’t console her, and after two years of trying, college was my way out.

Dad automatically gained respect because he was a very talented well-known veterinary cardiologist. He has been to Japan and the United Kingdom to learn open heart surgery from some of the best. In Gainesville he works with cardiologists at Shands, the UF teaching hospital. I’ve always been so proud of him.

He came back carrying enough food for a small country and I laughed at him as he handed the bags in. “Geez Dad, are you sure it’s enough food?”

“I didn’t know what you guys like, so I got a variety,” he grinned, shrugging, and getting us on the road again. “If you guys are interested in going to the beach before Piper leaves, I can arrange my schedule and we can go to Crescent beach in St. Augustine?”

“A little beach time would be great, Dad!”

Dad pulled up to an imposing gate that slowly started to swing open. Behind it was a Spanish style Florida stucco home that soared three floors. He pulled into the main floor garage that also housed a red sports car and a pickup truck. I laughed to myself thinking he was ready for anything. Between suitcases and food, we all made a few trips back and forth.

The interior was the same Spanish vibe and the living area was open into the kitchen as well as out onto the lanai and pool. It was a house made for parties and I was sure he had many. Piper walked around oohing and aahing while we spread the food out on the kitchen island. We often used chopsticks when I was growing up and Piper was all rapt attention as Dad showed her how. After a lot of laughing and giggling, at her and with her, she gave up and picked up a fork.

“So it’s early and I figured you guys might want to just hang out at the pool today?” His look went from me to muğla escort Piper. “I arranged the day off so we could go somewhere if you want? Shopping maybe?”

Piper was the first to speak up. “I think I’d rather stay here and get some sun and pool time?” She looked at me and I nodded. Since she would only be here a week, I wanted her to do what she wanted. I lived here now and would have plenty of time to check out the shopping situation.

“Okay then, that’s settled!” Dad said diving into the last of the massaman curry. “Y’all go ahead, I’ll clean this up.”

“You’re the best, Jeff!” Piper gave him her best seductive smile before she ran up the steps to change.

“She has really grown up,” Dad said, watching her for a moment. “I remember when you two were wanting to get your driver’s licenses and you were only thirteen,” he said laughing.

We both grew up, I thought.

By the time I got there, Piper and Dad were already in the pool. She had him in the corner, although he didn’t seem to mind much as his arms were spread on the edges of the pool, and his head was tipped back laughing at something she was saying. She wasn’t but a foot in front of him and I could see her kicking her legs which kept her bumping into him.

“Jenn! You made it,” Dad said when he saw me. “C’mon in baby girl.” That was his childhood nickname for me and my green eyes leaked a little at the memory. I couldn’t remember the last time he called me that.

I tied my blonde hair up on top of my head and dove in to remove any telltale emotions before Piper noticed. I swam down to that end of the pool and Piper reluctantly backed off. I ignored her pointed look, obvious she didn’t appreciate being interrupted. But I had news for her, I wasn’t about to let her commandeer his whole life this week.

“This isn’t the best time of year for visiting. We don’t have the advantage of the coastal breezes and the summer heat can be overwhelming when you’re not used to it. But at least we have the pool and plenty of shade.”

The backyard was landscaped for total privacy. The perimeter was thick and tropical with palms, bright orange bird of paradise, and bamboo rustling in what little breeze there was. The fans on the lanai turned lazily over a seating area with a drop down television. Outdoor seating and dining areas had cooling misters and were adjacent to a fire pit for cooler evenings.

“This place was definitely built for parties,” I said, thinking of the glass wall that slides open between the lanai and the house, bringing the outdoors in and vice versa.

He laughed. “You’re right, it is great for entertaining. I’ve had some pretty good size parties and it never felt crowded. I do entertain a lot for business, Jenn.” He smiled at me. “I’m going to enjoy having you here for them.”

Having had enough of being left out, Piper grabbed a beach ball at the edge of the pool and tossed it to Dad, who in turn tossed it to me. I grinned at Piper before lobbing it back to her. She threw it a few more times then went to the ladder and took her time climbing out.

She had pulled out all the stops in her campaign to seduce my Dad. A brief black bikini called attention to all her curves. She was 36C like me and the triangles didn’t begin to cover her breasts. She grabbed a towel but made no move to adjust her wet suit, which had worked high on her ass and sucked into the valley between.

Dad hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. I swam to the steps and even though my bikini was more modest, I tried to put on a similar performance. Why I don’t know. You are jealous. You are also nuts, I thought, silencing my inner voice.

After I adjusted the lounger for optimal sun angle, I spread my towel and stretched out. I must have dozed for a bit because when I woke, Piper and Dad were gone and the sun was much lower in the sky. Could she have gotten to him that soon?

I was done with the sun anyhow and went to see where they had disappeared to.

I heard laughter and followed it. “Baby girl, I was just getting ready to get you out of the sun so you don’ burn to a crisp.” He stood at the kitchen island with the cartons from lunch spread out. “Executive decision to eat leftovers for dinner, but if you want to go out, we’ll shower and head out.”

“No no, leftovers are fine but I’m really not hungry now. Don’t want to get fat while I’m here,” I said, pointedly looking at Piper who was literally using chopsticks to shovel food into her mouth from a carton. A suave nineteen-year-old she wasn’t. She stopped and glared at me but I turned and headed upstairs to my room.

I showered and changed into soft peach sleep shorts and top. Dad was already on the sofa, remote in hand, scrolling through the channels. He patted the cushion next to him and I snuggled under his arm, just like we used to watch television.

“I’m so glad you decided to come here, Jenn. I’ve missed you more than I could say.”

“Missed you too, Daddy. A lot.” I wrapped my arm across his chest and hugged him.

“I’m sorry escort muğla that you had to go through so much with your Mom after I left.”

“It was terrible and I hated that I couldn’t do anything for her, but she refused to see anyone about her depression, and there was nothing else I could do. She’s close to her two sisters so she has a lot of support around her.” I sniffed. “I just had to leave. She was smothering me. Just like she did to you.”

“I know baby girl. You did your best.” He kissed the top of my head.

Piper walked into the room wearing similar sleepwear to mine, but hers was white and a size too small. The top stretched across her breasts, the knit so thin you could see the shadow of her areolas and her nipples poked through almost obscenely. She sat directly across from us, her legs across the arm of the chair.

“You guys interested in any movies?” Dad asked, scanning the movie channels. Piper stopped him at one and he pulled up the information. It was adult-themed and didn’t look all that raunchy.

“Yes! That one,” Piper said, but Dad continued to scan. We chose a movie that wasn’t sexually graphic as the other, but Piper sat in the chair pouting. “This is sort of a kid’s movie.”

Dad ignored her and went to make popcorn.

“Let me sit there,” she hissed, indicating my seat on the sofa.

“No! That would look weird.”

“No, it wouldn’t. C’mon! I’d do it for you.”

“You’re so obvious, Piper.” I stage whispered. She frowned, began to say something but looked over my shoulder and I knew that discussion was over.

“Did I miss anything?” Dad asked, handing her a bowl and one for us to share.

“Nothing at all,” I said turning my attention back to the movie and ignoring her dirty looks.

After a few minutes Piper said, ‘I need something to drink, can I grab us all some of those beers I saw in the refrig?”

“No, no beer for you two.”

“It’s not like we’re going out in public or driving anywhere,” Piper said, attempting to plead her case. “No one will even know.” She shrugged, throwing her hands up.

“I will and I don’t want you drinking on my watch.”

His tone invited no debate and we went back to watching the movie. It was a comedy and pretty funny and Dad laughed as much as I did. Piper was pouting about the beer now and saw no humor in the movie. Her first day here was not going well.

Dad had to go into his clinic the next day but promised to leave as early as he could. He gave me the keys to a smaller sedan parked in the basement garage. He took me aside before he left and handed me a credit card with my name on it.

“You’re going to need a lot of new clothes since you’ll be living in Florida. Get what you need. The mall isn’t far from here.”

“Daddy! That’s too much but thank you. You can trust me with this.”

“I know baby girl,” he said, hugging me against him. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t trust you implicitly.”

Piper and I cooked a couple of eggs and some bacon for breakfast, then cleaned the kitchen and went to dress for the mall.

“You know Jenn, you need to give me some time with your Dad. It seems like you’re always butting in,” Piper said, holding a dress up in front of her in the mirror. She made a face and put it back on the rack.

“Butting in?” I put my hands on my hips.”I would like to spend time with him too. He is my Dad after all and I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

“I get that, yeah, but it might have been nice if you would have left us along during the movie. And you could have backed me up about the beer, too. Maybe just make yourself scarce huh.”

I was out of the mood for shopping now that I discovered that the real reason she came with me was to seduce my Dad. She had always crushed on my Dad, but I didn’t think she was that serious. I vaguely flipped through the racks intending to come back alone, after she was gone.

“You didn’t find anything?” She had an armload of clothes to take to the fitting room.

“Nothing. I’ll meet you at the coffee shop in the middle of the mall when you’re done.” She seemed irritated, but nodded and flounced away.

I ordered a latte and sat down to people watch and think. There was no way I was going out of my way to leave them alone. They would just have to find the time on their own.

I missed my old friend and had looked forward to our week together to do things just like this, but it seemed the whole week would be nothing but her chasing him. I know my Dad dated and it never bothered me before so I did not know why now, with Piper. I guess I did actually feel some jealousy.

I watched her coming towards me loaded down with bags from several clothing stores. She dropped her bags on the seat and plopped in the other.

“Florida has the best stores!”

“Pink Zebra huh. Pretty sexy stuff in there.”

“Ohmygosh you can’t believe what it got there,” she gushed, fanning herself with her hand. “They have the sexiest gowns and lingerie!”

“They’ll go great in your dorm,’ I said laughing. muğla escort bayan I drank the last of my latte and stood up to go.

“Don’t be silly! They’re for your Dad! I’m sure he would love it if I wore them for him.”

“Right,” I said, turning and heading to the exit doors.

Piper dragged all her bags up to her room when we got back. I didn’t expect Dad until late dinner and he said he’d grab a pizza on the way home. I planned on doing a lot of cooking while I lived here, but probably not until after Piper left. This whole thing had me out of the mood. Out of sorts in general.

The pool shimmered invitingly in the sun. l put my suit on and went out with my Kindle. I stretched out on a lounger in the shade. Mom called and began making me feel guilty I hadn’t called her, complaining about how I just left her by herself, and how could I choose my Dad over her. It was the normal topic of conversation I usually had with Mom but on top of everything going on with Piper, it hit me harder than usual.

Right then she came out wearing a new bikini. “Check this out, Jenn!” She twirled. The top was two triangles that barely covered her nipples, the bottoms were thong back and didn’t cover much. “Florida is the best place for swimsuits!”

I nodded, embarrassed for her. The bikini was way beyond her normal and there was little doubt she got it to allure my Dad. “I’m not sure showing more skin is the answer, Piper.”

“Oh come on! You’re downright archaic, Jenn! Loosen up!” She arranged her lounger in the sun and practiced posing. I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses. “He’s a man, Jenn. We’re used to dealing with boys.”

“Uh-huh. We’re so the experienced women of the world.” I snickered.

“What better way to gain experience but have a real man teach us? An older man.”

“You do it your way, I’ll do it mine.”

That’s all I had for her. This was supposed to be a relaxing week and instead, it had been anything but. I picked up my book and pretended to read and Piper continued to try different poses on her lounger, presumably to decide on the sexiest one.

“I’m going to have to sneak out of work early more often if I’m going to find two gorgeous mermaids at my pool!” My Dad’s voice boomed from the house.

“Put your suit on and join us, Jeff!” Piper trilled.

He walked out a few minutes later. “Hi, Daddy.” He leaned over and kissed me on top of my head.

“Glad to you see having fun, baby girl.”

Piper was posed with a bent knee, back arched and fingers hooked on the back corners of her lounger. Dad didn’t spare but a glance towards her before diving into the pool.

He came up, water streaming off his body. He kept his hair trimmed and I saw a couple glints of silver in the black. He began to swim laps. His form and speed indicated that he swam daily and his trim body was the result. His chest hair was neither too much or too sparse, and just about perfect in my estimation.

Not surprisingly Piper did a runway walk over the pool and slipped into the water. She did remain off to the side while he lapped, but was ready to spring on her prey the first opportunity. The last lap brought him out of the water and up the steps in one smooth maneuver and it made me wonder if he knew she was lying in wait. He grabbed a towel and a bottle of suntan lotion.

“Jenn, can you put some on my back and shoulders? I want to get some sun but those places are first to burn.” He sat on the edge of my lounger and although I wanted to look at Piper, I knew the daggers would be flying from her eyes, so I chose to ignore her.

“Sure.”

I toweled the water off and rubbed the sunblock between my hands, stroking from his shoulders down his upper arms. I felt his muscles flex under his skin as I ran my hands over them. His back was already hot from the sun and the lotion melted between his skin and my hands as I applied it. I heard and saw a big sigh and continued to rub his back beyond what was needed.

He looked over his shoulder and said in a low voice, “That feels good baby girl.”

His voice was different. Deeper, low toned. It sent a little tingle straight to my pussy along with a soft mew. He smiled, his eyes were searing as they quickly ran over my body. He picked up his towel, moved to a chair in the sun with the towel on his lap.

“Hey Jenn, you coming in or what?”

I jumped up, ran, and dove into the pool. I needed to cool off one way or the other. The other would have to wait until I got in the privacy of my bedroom.

We batted the beach ball back and forth and got back to the laughs we used to have before Piper’s libido snatched it away. We chased each other, diving under and behind each other. One time she came up laughing waving my bikini top in the air.

“Hey!!” I went after her but she tossed it out of the pool and skittered away just as I got to her. She was a better swimmer and used it to her advantage, quickly gliding to the steps and getting out. “Give me my top, Piper!”

She picked up a towel and began drying herself, bending over in front of Dad and going through a few suggestive poses. Dad’s sunglasses blocked his eyes, but it didn’t take much guessing where he would be looking. Piper leaned over her lounger to straighten her towel, tits swaying, those tiny triangles in a heroic effort to cover her nipples.

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*

“Is that her?”

The guard looked over at a tall, well-built prisoner who was strolling across the yard, her outfit too tight to contain her ample muscles.

“Nope, Sheila’s bigger, and meaner-lookin’ too.”

He chuckled at the first guard’s nervous twitch.

“Relax spud, you won’t have to deal with Sheila, she’s gettin’ released today.”

“Oh…. Oh good.”

“I gotta say, I actually think I’m gonna miss her… she keeps the rest of ’em in line… ‘Specially her bitches”

“B… bitches?”

Tam rolled his billy club idly between his fingers.

“O’ course! Got a hell of an appetite. Sam over there’s the one who usually takes it worst.”

Spud looked over at a young man who was limping, looking slightly dazed.

“Is… is something wrong with him?”

Tam chuckled.

“Oh, I ‘spect Sheila’s just had her morning session. He’ll be full to the brim… I tell yeh, if there’s one thing I WON’T miss, it’ll be cleanin’ her cell afterwards. Dang near drowned a couple o’ times.”

“In… in what?”

Tam raised an eyebrow at his green compatriot.

“Boy…. There’s enough jizz in her balls to fill the Pacific.”

“Jesus.”

“Yup…. Gots to be honest, I don’t know how they are lettin’ her out, but… rules are rules I guess.”

They watched as Sam limped off.

“May God protect whoever she sets her eyes on next.”

***

Pouty lips. Pale face. Long lashes. If you had described the figure staring into the bathroom mirror as a young girl it would have been a reasonable, if entirely inaccurate conclusion.

The young girl was in fact a boy, or rather a man, although anyone who guessed him as being a twenty-three-year-old male on first glance was either lucky or blind, because a considerable portion of his assets had gone into making him look as wilting and soft as the most delicate of flowers.

He brushed a wave of black hair out of his saucer-like eyes. Somehow he always seemed an inch from crying out of those deep, black wells, and today was no different, rubbing a hand across his chest and belly which looked like they were intended simply to be oiled, massaged, or perhaps photographed before being placed on pillows in a museum, light shining off the milky sheen of his skin.

“Okay, okay… James, tell them, you’re an adult now.. you’re an…”

He tripped over his words a little and his knee turned inwards.

“No, no…. Mum, Dad… I can… I can be alone… I….”

There was a pause whilst he seethed at himself and stomped his foot so gently that it barely made a sound on the tiles beneath him.

“Just…. Hmph!”

It was impossible for James to say why he was the way he was, but it had always been this way. From his first moments, he had always been effeminate, delicate, demure….

His fingers found the one note of rebellion on his otherwise flawless young body, a belly button piercing, which matched the one in his tongue. He thought it looked pretty cool… the girls would love it when he was older.

James grimaced, having thought the same for six years. He was still waiting for them to notice him…

The painful memories of the only date he had ever been on still haunted him; somehow managing to convince an old classmate to accompany him to a bar, only to have her almost vomit because of the sound of his ass-cheeks clapping as he walked. He had tried to avoid short-shorts after that, but his bubble butt was so sensitive….

‘Speaking of which, time to work out’, he thought, puffing his chest up.

Since sneaking his father’s workout DVDs from their bedroom (little did he know they were actually his Mother’s), he tried to do them three times a week. James didn’t know why but the central coach wearing tight spandex on the front cover always seemed to make him feel safe somehow.

James placed the disc in, turned the tv on, and slid on head and wristbands to soak up any small traces of sweat before clicking his favourite sequence: ‘Day 6: Ass and legs’.

“HEY there guys, it’s Terrance here on high-five workouts, and we’re here to get those cheeks and tweaks pumping!”

A group of women ranged from thirty to fifty jogged on the spot behind him, all with large, incredible breasts and asses, cheering as they began to lunge left and right with Terrance whilst he gyrated his groin with gusto in the air. The soundtrack was cheesy, and the colours couldn’t have been more garish if they were in a kid’s TV show. Pink was everywhere.

James’ eyes roved across the bevvy of bouncing breasts as he lunged. He usually oscillated between those and the bulge in Terrance’s pants. He didn’t know why his eyes fell there so often, but he rationalised that it was in the centre of the screen nevşehir escort so it would be tough not to look at it anyway.

James felt himself rising to full mast with his four-inch penis, which he assumed meant his workout was going well. Blood pumped through his crotch, creating almost no identifiable bulge in his pants as he wiggled his ass this way and that, and the two rubbery pillows began slapping together as if applauding themselves for being so slutty.

By now James was used to the sound of his ass smacking itself behind him if he got any more enthusiastic than a slow walk, but he had learnt to avoid doing it in front of other people, as it provoked laughter in many cases, and sometimes much worse. His Dad in particular detested having to hear the reminder of how worthless his only son was, and insisted James never work up a sweat in the house whilst he was present.

“Come on girl!” shouted Terrance, squatting low, and James obediently lined his hips up and dipped down to the floor. His ass was so bubbly that if he ever lost balance and fell backwards it sometimes bounced him back up, and he had convinced himself that his natural reflexes must be the reason he could get back on his feet so quickly.

Around thirty minutes of brutal leg exercises had James huffing, sweat bands soaking in the slight sweat coming from his wrists and forehead.

He could feel the burn in his thighs and quads raging through the muscles, and by the time they reached the only arm exercises of the video he had stopped and begun glugging from his water container, as he always did whenever they decided to do upper body work. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he decided that this was enough for one day.

Turning away from the screen where the women were now pumping their shoulders, he casually clicked the power button on the remote and went into the shower to wash the tiny amount of sweat off his body, before dressing himself in one of his many booty shorts and tight-white t-shirt combinations that always gave him a confidence boost. The extra small (women’s) t-shirt allowed him to flex his adorable biceps and actually fill out the sleeve.

He didn’t know why women never seemed to go for him… he was already manly, he thought whilst teasing his own nipple through the near see-through material, before realising he was doing it again and folding his arms. It was hard to think without his fingers naturally straying to his sensitive buds…. Still, not the worst habit in the world, he could be a masturbator! He shivered, thinking back to the two times he had masturbated in his life, and a deep shame stole through him.

“Dinner’s ready!” said a voice from downstairs, and James’ eyes peeled. Maybe May would notice he had got pumped from his workout?

He jogged towards the kitchen and then stopped because his ass-cheeks were making such a racket that he might wake the neighbours. He slowed his pace and turned up in the doorway, where a ginger girl with a little more height than him, green eyes and a pretty nose was serving macaroni and cheese into two waiting bowls.

James watched her for a second and nearly jumped out of his skin when Jessica tutted.

“You know… you must be the loudest boy I’ve ever heard for someone who’s trying to be sneaky.”

His face went bright pink as she turned with an unimpressed look.

May was eighteen, five years younger than him and about to go to college. For some reason his Mom and Dad seemed to think it was perfectly fine to have her babysit him.

“So, Mac and Cheese?” said James, trying to turn to the side and show his arms tight in the t-shirt, which had the unfortunate side-effect of swinging his butt into full view and making it explode out of his short shorts like the most shameless Instagram model imaginable.

May sighed and put down the serving spoon.

“Listen James, for the last time those workout videos are never going to get you laid, and certainly not with me, so can we just eat dinner?”

He nodded, deflated as he accepted the bowl being proffered to him and sat down at the table.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before May struck up a conversation.

“James… I really don’t understand why you don’t just admit you’re gay.”

He hiccupped, lodging a piece of pasta in his throat. It wouldn’t budge, and he coughed, clutching pathetically at his throat. May rolled her eyes, already walking over. James’ eyes were going red as he spluttered, and then strong hands wrapped around his belly and slammed him against her. The offending carbohydrate sailed out of his mouth and through the air, landing on the spotless kitchen table along with a small splodge of saliva.

“Th-thanks,” he spluttered.

May didn’t reply, quite accustomed to James’ inability to present even a poor imitation of an adult male.

“As I was saying, you being gay…… The workout videos, the way you dress, the way you ARE…. It ain’t that hard to work out.”

He said nothing, already fighting back tears.

‘Men escort nevşehir don’t cry, men don’t cry, men don’t cry.’

“Two plus two equals four right?”

She eyed him with interest, a rarity in itself as she usually did the exact opposite. He had once asked if she would like to play his favourite dance video game with him, but she had flatly declined, and he had avoided the olive branch from then on.

“I’m not gay.”

His tone was as firm as he could make it, and he crossed his arms.

“I’m a man.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” she said robotically.

His eyes welled up, and he scrunched them shut.

“W…why would you say that?…”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Because men don’t cry every time you call them an asshole.”

She continued eating her macaroni quite serenely as James breathed a few times and wiped his eyes.

“W-well you caught me by surprise.”

They ate the rest of their meal in silence, James putting his knife and fork together and waiting for May to finish.

“How was it?”

“Nice,” he smiled.

She nodded and grabbed both bowls, nudging him on the way to the sink which made him wince.

“In denialllll,” she sang softly, placing the bowls on the dishwasher rack.

James stared at the lone piece of macaroni sitting forlornly on the kitchen table.

He wasn’t gay. He was just waiting for the manliness inside to come out….

“Are you going to clear up your mess or just leave me to do it?”

“Yes, sorry,” he whined, waddling over to the kitchen roll which set his cheeks slapping again.

“Jesus James, could you glue those together or something?” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust.

“Sorry.”

He tried to mince his walk back to the table and that seemed to do the trick.

His gaze honed in on the table and he carefully sized up his target.

May watched with incredulity as he bent over the table like a porn star, so focused on making the table spotless, tongue pressed to the outside of his lips, that he didn’t notice May’s nauseous expression as he doubled over, ass waiting to be mounted.

“Disgusting,” she murmured, unable to look away as he began to gyrate whilst carefully wiping every last inch of the dirty spot on the table.

‘Honestly maybe I should ask him for lessons on how to be a slut, that way the boys at college might actually notice me,’ she grumbled in her head as he twerked the last of the counter to a perfect shine.

“All done!” he simpered, mincing over to the bin and threw the dirty towel away.

May’s fake vomiting went unnoticed as a car engine outside signalled the return of Mom and Dad from date night.

It looked like the tiny amount of freedom he could enjoy was about to end.

He fingered the stud in his belly button as the lights went out and two figures walked up to the front door.

“Hey Shnoogums! May! Goodness this summer never ends!”

His Mum was first in, offering a warm smile to them both as she stepped in. She was a plumpish woman with mousy, greying hair, and a radiant expression. A white cocktail dress sat on her curves and covered anything that might be considered provocative, and a small silver cross hung from her neck.

“How was your date Miss Bennet?”

“Oh wonderful, we went to St Piers, quite lovely!”

She seemed to swell when she gazed upon her handsome boy.

“How was everything here?”

“All good Mrs Bennet, James choked on a piece of macaroni.”

James groaned as his Mother hooted and scurried over to check him in case the macaroni was still hiding under his shirt, waiting to throttle him at a moment’s notice.

“Oh Goodness, thank you so much May, what would we do without you! One hundred and fifty was it?”

Mr Bennet stepped through the doorway as money was being handed over, looking rather well fed. His expression changed as soon as he laid eyes on his son and the amount of money changing hands.

“Yup,” said May, her smile gleeful as she scrunched the bills in her hands. “Oh by the way Mrs Bennet, I won’t be available for a little bit, I’m going to some open days, so I’ll be out of town until Wednesday.”

“Oh… Oh all right, well…. well good luck, and we’ll see you when you get back I suppose!”

“Great, bye guys!” and with a last weird look at James, she went through the doorway.

“Bye,” he murmured with a wave, but she had already marched down the driveway, and his arm fell limp by his side.

“Lucky May was here right honey? Thank God for that girl, I swear she was sent to us by Jesus himself.”

“Yes… thank God,” said Mr Bennet through gritted teeth, still infuriated that they needed to ask their neighbour’s eighteen-year-old daughter to watch over their grown toddler.

His mother didn’t notice the frustration in her husband’s voice, continuing as if he had heartily agreed with her.

“Well we’ll need to find a replacement babysitter darling, it’ll be on honeymoon week as well….”

James’ ears pricked up.

He nevşehir escort bayan minced up to his Mum and Dad who were busy taking their shoes off, careful to keep his butt silent.

‘Now is the time, while they’re happy…. You can do this.’

“Mum…Dad… I’d…. I’d like to ask for… for something.”

Mum smiled kindly at him. His father glowered.

“What darling?”

“Well… If…. I’m older now…. I-It’s…..”

Mrs Bennet waited patiently whilst Mr Bennet already looked like he was close to bursting a blood vessel, his head transforming into a plum with slits for eyes.

“…..I could stay…. I’m old enough now….”

“You said that already!,” rumbled his father, turning an even deeper shade of purple.

“Doogums,” said Mrs Bennet sharply to her husband, and he held back the vile epithets threatening to spill out from his mouth. “Come now darling, use your words.”

“I….”

‘You can do this.’

“I would….., I would like…. Um… I would liktostayloneinthouse.”

He gave a strong nod and a hopeful smile.

His parents looked down at him confused.

“I’m sorry darling?”

His smile dropped, and he put a steely look on his face.

“Mother, Father…..”

Mr Bennet growled so loudly that the cat sleeping on the stairs woke with a fright and scarpered up to the landing.

“OH erm… I can stay here. I can stay….. Here….. Alone.”

Mrs Bennet’s eyes became shrewd.

“Excuse me young man?”

Mr Bennet’s eyebrows crept up his forehead. Could this be the first hints of masculinity threatening to creep from the peachy lips of his son?

“I think he said perhaps he wants to stay on his own….”

“No he didn’t,” she said sharply.

“Yes… I…”

She cast a furious eye on him.

“….I did.”

The words seemed to echo through the hallway and out into the street.

James’ lips quivered.

Mrs Bennet closed the door slowly, which chose this particular moment to creak like it was auditioning for a horror movie.

“Darling, I’m sorry…. but I do not think that this is a wise idea.”

Mr Bennet look pained. His son trying to be a man? This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity….

He chose his words carefully.

“Dear… perhaps it would be nice to give him a little time to himself… grow his confidence you know …”

“HE IS NOT BEING LEFT ALONE IN THIS HOUSE!” she shrieked.

That shut everyone up. There would be no arguing with James’ Mother when she felt her chick was being threatened.

Mr Bennet schemed for a moment, brain whirring as he searched for a way to squeeze through her sturdy defence mechanisms.

“Of course, of course dear…”

She fixed him with a sturdy gaze.

“.. But we would still need to find a nanny,” he finished, trying not to wilt under her stare.

“Yes… yes,” she breathed, slipping back into the doughy eyed woman that had walked in moments earlier once more. “Perhaps Jeremy?”

“He’s moved away, you know this,” said Mr Bennet, still hopeful of fanning the miniscule flames of manhood in his son after twenty-three long years.

“Is any of the family still in town?”

“No, none at all.”

“Wait… But what about Auntie Sheila?”

James blinked.

‘I have an Aunt?’

Mr Bennet paused, his master plan coming undone.

“Sheila….. but…..hasn’t Auntie Sheila…. Didn’t she just come out of prison?”

Mrs Bennet looked at him incredulously.

“Yes…. But our Shnoogums needs a babysitter.”

James tried to pipe up.

“I.. I don’t….”

His Mother cut over him harshly.

“If Auntie Sheila is available then she will look after our beautiful boy.”

Mr Bennet seemed pained, desperate to try and appeal to the good nature of his wife.

“Dear…. Darling.. if our only option is Auntie Sheila, perhaps we should just give it up as a bad job and let the boy become a man. I mean… He can’t stay here forever!”

This was the single worst thing he could have said, as his wife’s nostrils quivered, and she clutched her handbag tight to her chest with a clenched fist.

“I think she will do just fine Graham!… The bible teaches us forgiveness, and of course, she is still family… Auntie Sheila will do it.”

This last statement and the use of Mr Bennet’s first name seemed to settle the matter. Mrs Bennet, looking much happier now that her chick would be remaining safe in the nest, spoke to James as if he had not been present for the entire conversation.

“Darling, Auntie Sheila will be looking after you next week.”

“Yes, thank God,” said Mr Bennet, glowering now that he was once again resigned to his son remaining a plumped-up ken doll with stripper buns.

“But… you never told me I have an Aunt….”

Mrs Bennet seemed to deflate slightly.

“Yes well…. The Lord gave her a different path to tread… Be that as it may… the fact is she is family and will be looking after you.”

James looked crushed, and he couldn’t stop hot tears beginning to flow down his cheeks.

Mr Bennet took this as his cue to leave, the waterworks having been turned on daily since the age of one and him having long since grown tired of it. He sidled to his favourite couch in the living room, ready to watch the same cop tv-show that he had watched for the last fifteen years.

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Hi. My name is Janet. Single, 38, and comfortably off. The HR manager of a retail chain most people in England will have heard of. I’ve been married, had a couple of live in partners, but at least for now value my freedom. I live alone though every third weekend, or thereabouts, I stay with my sister and her husband. Who enjoy a much more comfortable lifestyle than I do.

Anita is two years younger than me and almost as attractive. That’s my version of it though we have disagreed about it over the years! Mike, her husband is two years older than me. Tall, confident, moderately handsome and not at all bad in bed. I don’t get to enjoy him every time I stay but let’s say it’s not uncommon. Anita’s quite happy with this. In fact she initiated the arrangement we all now enjoy. It’s not a full blown threesome. Neither Anita nor I are bisexual though sometimes all three of us play together. Which is something Mike clearly enjoys. If I was a man I would like to have two attractive near naked enthusiasts stroking and kissing my body and competing for my attention. The sighs and moans, the probing fingers and his stiffness all testify to the pleasure he gets from having two wet willing partners indulging most of his fantasies. If he wants to sit in the corner watching girl on girl action he is going to have to go elsewhere. There is no way that I want to put my face intimately between another woman’s thighs. That’s a man’s job in my view.

We don’t treat him to the full two girl experience every time. Sometimes I have to stay in my own room with two fingers slipping in and out of my own neglected pussy while I listen to the sounds of him giving my very noisy (boastful?) little sister a thorough seeing to. On a couple of weekends last year we got to reverse these roles. Or at least I got to spend the whole night taking as much stiff cock from Mike as he could manage. While Anita crawled off to the spare room to sleep, with the parting words “he’s all yours tonight sis. Enjoy”.

And I did. Four times the first time and three the second. Having urgent lusty sex with someone who is not your husband is always fun in my humble opinion. Having sex with someone like Mike who knows what he’s doing and has decent size equipment and lots of enthusiasm is certainly fun. But what I really really like about an all nighter is lying warm and comfy and half awake in the darkness of the small hours as a hot stiff prick starts tentatively rubbing against my soft (and welcoming) bum cheeks and, facing no resistance, pushes forward to test how hot (very) and wet (soaking) I am. Without a sound, and very gently, his tip pushes against my lips. Which spread, welcoming, as he shifts position and pushes firm and confident between my spreading legs. He reaches that wonderful sweet moment where his probing tip causes my muscles to relax, draw him into me and clamp around his firm shaft. Not quite silent, though nothing is said. Low breathy moans, a faint sound of my wetness embracing his rod, the sounds of sex, the aroma of sex, the visceral feeling of a hungry man now deep inside me. His stomach pulsing against my sweet rounded little arse as he pumps in and out and in. Intimate, hot, caring, lusty sex in the darkness. God I love that cock in cunt feeling.

That first night was very special. But it wasn’t our first time. That was his 39th birthday. There were eight of us for dinner. Mike and Anita, two couples, a divorced colleague of Anita’s who very clearly fancied the idea of getting into my knickers, and me. Poor Tony. I’m always flattered that a man desires me. But the truth is that more men fancy me than the other way round. No sooner had the starter been cleared away than his hand first strayed to my leg. Which was no great surprise. His interest in me had been undisguised from the moment we had been introduced. I did think about it for a bit. When I didn’t immediately push his hand away his hopes were clearly raised. He shifted in his seat, smiled very broadly and started giving me even more conversational attention than before. Which didn’t do his cause any good at all. My experience is that a man who is boring at the table is likely to be equally boring in the sack. As the conversation flagged his wandering hand resumed its exploration of my leg, venturing under the hem of my skirt, inching carefully upwards.

It would have been both rude and disruptive to Anita’s stylish dinner to tell him precisely how I felt about his advances. So I took the naughty option of teasing him. “Not here, not now” I whispered as I leant towards him. He smiled broadly and moved his hand away. And turned his inadequate conversational skills to Melissa on his right. Apparently, as she told me later, he had a little tentative grope of her legs too.

The price of teasing is that poor frustrated Tony came back later for more. As I stood in the garden later two arms reached around my waist and I felt the unmistakeable pressure of an erect penis against the bottom of my back. I didn’t have to waste a lot of time guessing which of the four in the house it was. niğde escort “Maybe here, maybe now” he breathed into my ear.

“Maybe not Tony”. He pulled away quickly; surprised at the rejection. It was a shame that I didn’t really fancy Tony. Because I did fancy the idea of getting laid. And Anita had carefully selected someone to balance the table and take care of me. It wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last, that she had sourced a partner for me. But Tony wasn’t the right choice I’m afraid. Poor man. Poor horny frustrated hungry man.

So I turned, put my arms around his neck and gave him a big over the top super sexy kiss with lots of tongue and then took his hand and led him out into the darker reaches of the garden. Where I kissed him again. Which made him very excited. His erection pressed against my stomach and his hands roamed freely bunching the top of my skirt as he pawed my bum.

“You’re a very horny boy Tony. Very big and much too excited.” He simply giggled like a teenager. “The only trouble is…. that what you want is just not going to happen.” Which stopped the giggling. So I kissed him again, hard and fiercely as if I were the man in this encounter and I grabbed a big handful of cock through his trousers. “But you are going to get a consolation prize.” As I continued to stuff my tongue down his throat I reached down for his zip and pulled out a very stimulated piece of meat with a little bubble already formed at the tip. I couldn’t see it in the darkness and our bodies were pressed close but I could feel his prick dripping with excitement. My hand wrapped around him. And it was over. Three, maybe four short strokes and he twitched and shuddered and dripped his pent up spunk down the front of his trousers. Fortunately none of it went on me.

So Tony went home, discharged but not very happy. I made his apologies to the rest of the party saying that he didn’t feel very well. I couldn’t very well announce to everyone that he had a big sticky white stain down the front of his black trousers. Before he left I did give him one last long lingering kiss and some friendly words of advice about what women want. And I dried his tears and sent him home.

Melissa guessed. “What happened out there? I’m guessing he came onto you after I’d told him to get his hand off my leg. Did you get his number?” Apparently, she thought he was cute and wasn’t worried about his lack of conversational skills. “If Darren hadn’t been on the other side of the table I wouldn’t have minded. But he gets so jealous. I do wish we could be more open. Having to keep all my lovers secret is so much trouble.”

Being the friendly helpful girl that I am I naturally offered to help. “If the situation ever arises again, do tip me the wink. I’ll see if I can distract your Darren for an hour or two.” Not that I had any special desire for Darren but I always enjoy a seductive challenge. I suspect he won’t prove too difficult. I’m pretty sure Melissa will take me up on my offer to try out her husband. And that Darren will succumb.

But to get back to the subject of Mike’s birthday. Melissa and Darren left first, followed soon after by Peter and Helga. In my view Peter is an insufferable pig and I cannot work out why pretty little Helga has anything to do with him. Just me, Anita and Mike and two thirds of a bottle of red.

“What happened out there? I never thought you would go for Tony. I chose him deliberately as someone you would not leave with. Please tell me you didn’t fuck Tony in our back garden.” It took Anita all of three seconds after Mike left the room to cut straight to the chase.

I was puzzled. And a bit shocked. Possibly a little angry. Disappointed. I had nothing against my sister setting me up with possible lovers. I was quite prepared to accept that not every piece of ‘matchmaking’ would work. Some of her selections had proved very satisfactory. I almost fell in love with one of them. Most I just enjoyed once or twice or for a month and then moved on. I liked variety and novelty and our little dinner party arrangement suited me just fine. But she had deliberately dumped someone completely unsuitable on me. I was beginning to think I should have given Tony a whole lot more pleasure than I did.

“I wanted you warmed up but unsatisfied” she said. “You have been coming to dinner here and getting laid by a stream of eligible young men for eighteen months now. And my Mike is getting very jealous. Have you not seen how he looks at you? Did you not realise how he stares at your bum every time you walk across the room?

Actually I had realised. Which was why I wore short skirts and black stockings even though there were no other guests on Sunday evening. Why I left my briefest undies lying around where he might see them. Why I walked across the landing in a towel rather than put a modest dressing gown on. I loved making Mike drool when I played with the buttons on my blouse. After all; I was the more attractive sister. “No; you’re kidding me. Mike’s never had eyes for anyone escort niğde but you”. I was pretty sure that Mike had jerked off fantasising about me several times. Maybe he even imagined my bum while he was doing his duty with Anita.

Anita’s eyebrows arched. She didn’t contradict me. “Well he does. He lusts after you you seductive little harlot. “. There was just a moment’s pause, a drawing of breath before she continued. “I love my husband very much, but I want you to be his birthday present. I don’t think there is anything he’ld like more than you. “

Well. That was not what I had expected. Not at all. Teasing Mike and getting him to wank thinking about me was one thing. Being gifted to him by my sister was off the scale of surprises. “Exactly how much of me do you think he would like?”

“How much of you did Wesley get at Easter? How much did Chris get last month?”

“I don’t think you want me offering all that to Mike! You saw how I looked when Wesley dropped me off after that trip. I could barely walk. And I had to throw some of my stuff away.” I grinned at the memory. “Could he cope?”

“I think he would like everything you are willing to give” she said with a faint hint of sadness. “Maybe you could hold back just a bit – I do want him back on Monday. What I was thinking of was this….”.

We finished the bottle. And I had a small sip of brandy for the shock. “It’s been a lovely evening. I’ll see you two in the morning. Don’t make too much noise!” ( wink). Mike kissed me on the cheek and touched my arm. For a second longer than was perfectly proper.

As I left the room I heard Anita “you go and get ready for bed darling; I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll just pop these last bits in the dishwasher and I’ll be up.”

Just as soon as Mike closed the door to their room and I heard the sound of running water I slipped back downstairs. Anita was waiting with a dress of shiny red – which looked very short – and I had a small bag with some rather skimpy but very sexy black pieces. That I just happened to have in my suitcase. And we got me dressed. Like a sacrificial lamb ready to be pounced on by an unsuspecting wolf. I was to be a true present, as Anita completed the look with a length of wide ribbon tied in a bow around my chest.

I have seduced a lot of men in my life. I own a range of fuck me shoes and have worn an interesting assortment of come and get me outfits but never have I been presented so brazenly as a sexual gift. We hadn’t even got to the bottom of the stairs and already my pussy was dripping. The thin black strip between my legs was already dark with my moisture. Anita asked me if I was sure!!! Hell, yes. I just hoped she was. But it was her idea.

I stood, quivering with anticipation in the darkness as Anita walked into their bedroom, leaving the door ajar. “I thought you would already be in bed darling; but no matter. I see you’ve changed. Just sit there, I have one extra present to make your day complete. Just close your eyes. No peeking. Which was my cue to tiptoe into their room. I had been in there before of course. But never with Mike dressed just in silk boxers and Anita in her finest whitest lingerie standing right in front of him.

“You can open your eyes now darling”.

Mike did, and gazed at his wife looking her very loveliest. His tongue ran across his lips and his hand slipped down and cupped his balls though the silk. “You make a great present. Though I did get one just like it last year. And the year before that”.

“So I got you something a little bit different.” She lifted her hand from its demure pose in front of her crotch; raised it palm upwards and outwards and waved like a conjurers reveal towards me on the other side of the bed. Prepacked pussy just waiting to be unwrapped.

Words cannot capture Mike’s reaction. Reactions. Wide eyes. Shortness of breadth. A jaw dropped as low as you can imagine. Lust. Excitement. Disbelief. He looked back and forth, alternating between my sister and me. Settling finally, despite his desire, on Anita. The question hung unspoken as he struggled to speak. His hand was clamped tight around a very swollen bulge inside his boxers.

“Yes….yes.. I got you a special present. I know you’ve looked at it while window shopping. I know it’s something you’ll like. I think you should unwrap her. Go on….. Janet. Come here and let him unwrap you.

As I moved around the bed to stand between Mike and Anita he stood up. And the front of his pants stood out. A long way. He put his hands on my hips and kissed me. Then reached around and kissed Anita. Full on the mouth but short. He looked once more for Anita’s approval and on seeing the nod and smile took hold of me again and kissed me long and slow and gently as my lips opened for him and I got to taste my sister’s man for the very first time. Outside my fantasies that is. Then he took hold of the ribbon, and the bow dropped to the floor. He knelt in front of me and picked it up. And as he did so ran his hands from my ankles to just niğde escort bayan above my knees, which was still a long way below the hem of the little red dress. His gaze rested on my thighs and he smiled so broadly I thought his face would split.

“Now the wrapping paper. Unwrap her properly. You can do it carefully and save the wrapping for later. Or you can just rip it off. It’s your choice. She’s your present.”

He unwrapped me slowly. I knew he would. That he would want to make this last as long as he could. That if he rushed to a conclusion the moment would be over. I knew there would be other chances for him to tear my clothes from in a frenzy of passion. But not this moment. This was to be savoured. He ran his hands over the shiny fabric. Over my hips pulling it up a little and showing the clips at top of my stockings. Anita’s fingers gently pulled the hem back down. Quite right. Before he could play with his gift he must unwrap it. Knowing this was more than just two of us added a little extra frisson.

His hands roamed over my hips, over my arse, his fingertips trying to feel what was underneath while his palms ran over the smoothness of the satin. They roamed upward over my stomach and my back and my breasts and my nipples. To which he was most certainly going to return. I resolved never to wear this dress again but to frame it like a football shirt and hang it on my wall as a permanent reminder of how much pleasure a man could get and give from stroking a fully dressed woman.

But his patience had its limits and his hands took the zip and pulled it down to the bottom of my back and it slipped down, with a couple of little wiggles, to form a scarlet pool around my feet. Which he ignored now ad he stepped back and took in the sight of me in my underwear. Not that there was a lot of it. But what there was he loved. He couldn’t decide whether to gaze at it, or touch it or take it off. That’s the thing about nice underwear. Men want you to keep it on as long as possible yet at the same time are desperate to get at the treasures underneath.

I decided it was time to step up a gear. To get some of my gear off. We are clearly telepathic, being sisters, and as I formed the thought Anita’s soft warm fingers grazed my back and undid my bra. It had not done a lot to conceal me but its removal focused Mike’s attention and his impatient fingers held to pull the cups from my breast and toss the thin fabric aside. He knelt in front of me and reached up to feel me. Poor Tony would have come in his pants by now but Mike was clearly made of stronger stuff. You trained him well Anita. Very attentive. Very gentle. Very very stimulating.

Looking over Mike’s head as it buried myself in my breasts and concentrated on sucking the hell out of my tender stimulated over excited nipples I could see Anita in the mirror. The straps of her top were off her shoulders and her breasts out and her fingers played with her own nipples. The scene was turning her on too. It certainly turned me on. Much as I love breasts play this girl needed some hardcore action. And a faster pace.

So I took hold of Mike’s hair, pulled him upright and pushed him back onto the bed. I know I was supposed to be be his present and not the other way round but there are times when a girl cannot wait any longer. I had waited a long time to see Mike’s tackle and now was the moment. Thank you Anita. I like to think I would have kept my hands off but since you changed the rules….

Flat on his back with his legs dropped at the knees over the edge of the bed, he was just where I wanted him. At least for the moment. There was no resistance to my pulling his shorts down over his hips and down onto the floor. Which left him stark bollock naked with his prick pointing to the ceiling, me in front of him in a suspender belt, shiny stockings and a teeny tiny soaking wet scrap of a thong and Anita half dressed in pure white kissing him as if it was a competition.

Choices choices. How close is this over excited man to exploding? What I really want right now is to kneel in front of him and go down on him. I love giving head and I really really want to experience Mike in my mouth but it’s high risk. This man, in my considered opinion, is only going to come once tonight – in a big way. And when he does I want that explosion to be deep inside me. I think, though I’m not really sure at this point, that this will not be the only time I get to enjoy him. Maybe Anita plans this to be just a one-off. I’m pretty sure Mike thinks differently.

So I compromise. I lick his shaft very briefly and stroke his balls and allow myself the quickest of sucks on his swollen head but I leave it at that. Which seems to disappoint him. Greedy boy. And I clamber onto him so his hands can slip easily and quickly into my knickers. Such as they are. They, and I, offer little defence. His fingers have given up being slow and gentle. I know he fancies my arse; he’s looked at it often enough but right now all he can manage is a cursory stroke. Before they slide from the bottom of my soaking lips to the top and back down again and up to tug feverishly at my stiff hot little clit, and then deep,into me. As deep as can push them. It’s not hard. He is, like a poker, but I’m soft and yielding and welcoming. This man right now could do whatever he wanted with me.

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Things are getting dangerous out there. I refer, of course, to the passions of political correctness. Like about sex.

This is not about me. A guy I see occasionally told me.

It is a warm, inviting June evening in East Hampton, where I live, and my friend is at a small party on his private terrace over the bay (costs less than over the ocean).

Not super comfortable, for him, right now-except wine and martinis, your choice, and evening settling in peacefully…

He and his wife, Selena, have guests: Selena’s friend, Karen, her husband, Michael, and their big, strapping gay son in his twenties, Peter. Comfortable chairs, chaises if desired, drinks and snacks all around. Some perfect pink and orange clouds over the far reaches of Peconic Bay.

Why not super comfortable? Well, Karen is woman in her early fifties, strikingly attractive in a fashionably skinny way. Her dirty blond hair is clipped short. Though small and slender, she has failed to suppress her full boobs, still firm hillocks with nipples pressing for attention under her blouse. But about that she gives not a poop, right now.

My friend, Bill, is in his early forties. Good-looking, athletic. He does not approve of gays. He has reasons he claims come from his experience as editor of a journal on brain science. He does not dislike gays; but he thinks that clearly they have a “disability” (missing a piece of the brain that motivates reproductive behavior) but deserve no prejudice or discrimination, at all. Imagine how pleased gays are to hear that.

Unfortunately, Karen has heard from Selena, who has known Karen since summer camp in the seventh grade, when they first got together to sneak into the woods to meet guys from a boy’s camp.

Karen, who never dreamed of having a gay son, is like a lioness about Peter, over-the-moon with indignation at Bill’s view of gays. She could kill this less-than-human bigoted jerk.

And now, this enticing evening, lifting the Chardonnay, she is going on and on—in her charming, lightly humorous, viciously castrating way—about how she LOVES Bill, of course, but he is SO homophobic, full of fears, deeply insecure about his manhood. She laughs, jokes about the size of his dick, and says Bill, a benighted male supremacist—would rather DIE than suck Peter’s cock-just to take a silly example.

Bill’s wife, Selena, nods. She is with Karen. Yes, Bill has “nice qualities,” but enlightenment about LGBTQIA is not one of them.

She listens sympathetically as Karen stomps all over Bill’s masculinity. Peter, the young gay guy, is twice as mature as anyone else. His mother is raving on, talking as though Peter gives a shit about a blowjob from Bill, and Peter is still able to enjoy the evening. His “disability” is limited to inclination to reproduction.

Suddenly, Bill is saying, in keeping with the evening’s banter, “I would be intrigued to suck a man’s dick.”

“Oh, yeah!” snorts Karen with a horse laugh.

Bill says, “If Peter takes it out and orders me to go down, I go down.”

Karen’s lovely, refined face, with the cute blond pixie cut, is now flushed bright red. Before she can say anything, Bill says, “It’s a boner fide offer.”

“Karen’s little body is now animated. She rises to her feet, “Don’t make a joke out of this Bill!”

“Getting me hot,” says Peter, with a grin. He must be the most lad-back guy on the planet.

As I said, Bill is a shapely guy, good-looking—and not all straight guys offer a gay guy a blowjob.

Karen is recovering. Regaining her footing. She says, her voice trembling a little: “Sure, if it’s okay with Selena. You are excused! Go and do it!”

“No,” says Bill, shaking is head. “Nope. This was a public challenge. I must do it here. Show no muş escort bayan embarrassment. Right where you can watch and see I’m doing it right.”

For the first time, we hear from Karen’s husband, Michael, a kindly country doctor with a practice in Newport, Rhode Island. He is chuckling with appreciation of what life brings. He says: “It’s a boner fide offer, Karen. It’s a challenge.” (One has a sneaking suspicion that Michael has had it up to here, or even higher, with Karen’s preaching.)

“I’m okay with it,” says Selena, rolling her eyes as she looks at Bill.

Karen is going berserk: “So I have to watch, while…”

Her son, Peter, who should be freaking out, says calmly, “You don’t have to watch it, Mom. We’ll forget. Points for Bill.”

Karen is lowering herself into her chair, reaching for the wine. It is a climactic moment.

Bill says, “While do it, I want to be able to look at Karen’s tits. That’s what turns me on. Just like sucking Peter’s dick turns him on. It’s all natural and okay.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Karen yells.

“Well, Mom,” says Peter, “you asked Bill to drop all his inhibitions. I mean this is a first time, for him, but not the first you’ve been nude with guys…”

No one comes to poor Karen’s defense. She always needs to come out on top. She stands still for moment, upright, hands on her hips, the unruly boobs pressing indignantly against her mauve T-shirt. She is one cute women, but now beaten. She shrugs and says, “Sure, I’m in all the way.”

She adds, weakly, “I take if all off, now?”

Bill stands up, shrugs off his shirt, pushes down his pants and briefs with one shove. Kicks them off. He is standing naked. Karen’s jokes about his dick were off the mark. Peter looks over with a slight smile. It is impressive equipment.

Bill walks over to Karen. Without a word, he strips her as she steels herself not to resist. Karen has been stripped countless times. And the result has been adoration. She knows what she has.

Bill is leisurely inspecting her, now. The long slender legs rising to her flat belly with a thicket of blondish curls over a demure dark slit, the contours of her rising torso, and then the tits as firm as big scoops cold ice cream. And by now, her pink-orange nipples are stiff. Nothing she can do about that. Bill gives her a slow kiss, squeezes one statuesque boob, and says, “So brave!” He adds, “Now lie back on the chaise lounge and dangle one leg over each arms so you show everything to us.

Selena has been watching. She gets what her husband is doing. She remembers summer camp and some variety on those nights in the woods. She says, “I can do Karen’s puss.”

Karen’s legs are giving away. She flops back on the chaise. Slowly, as though they are lead, she lifts her legs over the arms, and gives a long sigh. “You want to eat me, Selena?”

“Sure,” says Selena.

Closes her eyes. Goes limp.

Right with the program, not saying much, Peter has shoved down his trousers and briefs. He has a long pecker, thick, standing up.

Karen opens her eyes. She glance at him, glances away. Then back. She probably never has seen him hard. She begins to say, “Wow,” but gets a grip. Because now her best girlfriend, Selena, is half-lying at the other end of the chaise lounge, leaning on her elbows, facing Karen’s wrenched open breach. She says, “Just pull your pussy lips as far apart as you can, sweetie.” Peter is watching her; Karen turns to look at him, and their eyes meet. As her fingers go into the fur and tentatively pull aside the curtains, Peter is examining her pink petals with a frown of interest.

Bill looks up from where he is kneeling between Peter’s thighs, and smiles conspiratorily. He says, muş escort “Never done, this.” He has taken the hefty flesh in his hand, gazing down at it, shaking it. Experimentally, he drags down Peter’s foreskin to look at his swollen strawberry.

“Okay,” Bill sighs. His head comes forward and the long dick slowly slides into his mouth. He is looking up at Peter because he knows from porn sites what you are supposed to do: Look, I’m down on my knees with your prick in my mouth.

Karen has turned again to watch. The thing is huge! How has Bill taken almost it, his lips stretched around it, head bobbing. He turns his head slightly to grin at Karen. His long, lingering, rude stare makes Karen turn red, pout, cross her hands over her cunt.

Peter cries out, “Look, Mom!”

Karen looks, but Selena has attacked with an all-out licking and flicking Karen’s super-sensitive wet labia. “Beautiful, Petie,” is all Karen can manage to croak. Her head flops back, eyes shut, panting. She uses her thighs over the arms of the chaise to lever up her loins, the tanned belly lifted with the perfect belly button in the center, pushed harder at Selena’s face.

Selena is a thoughtful girl. She becomes aware, even with her face burrowing into Karen’s womanhood, that nobody is paying any attention to Karen’s hubby, Michael. She pauses, turns her slimed face to grin at Michael, and jerks her head to summon him. When he is standing next to the chaise, she attacks his belt and zipper, although he says in his mellow way, “Not necessary, Selena!”

But he does not resist. Selena has his pecker out, manipulating it like crazy even as she goes back gobbling Karen. Then, she switches, taking Michael’s hard shaft in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it, again and again, and teasing under the underside of his penis with the tip of her tongue. He gives a moan, puts the palm of his hand on Selena’s head as though to steady himself.

“No,” Karen whines, “don’t stop for heaven’s sake!” Selena swivels back to her pussy. Her hand still jerks Michael. This girl has seen a few porn videos and learns fast. Might have a future, there. Sweat is all over Karen’s taut, tense body, running down to her belly.

No one knows how long has passed. Probably only a minute.

But Peter is standing at one side of the chaise, Bill at the other, both with dicks brushing back against their navels. Bill says, “Okay, we’ll take over, now.”

Michael turns, glances down at his wife’s body. Karen opens her eyes. Her nipples are as stiff as half-hammered nails. “What?” she asks, half dazed.

Peter looks down, his fingers dandling his stiff prick. “Mom,” he says, “Mom, Bill did me. He did me like crazy! But I couldn’t come. Mom, you are so beautiful! So perfect…”

In Karen’s eyes is panic, confusion. She is obscenely exposed. The splayed thighs, her pink pussy architecture on display, the abrupt fur over her mound, the long torso, and then the shameless thrusting hillocks. And over that final mountain range is glimpsed the inexpressibly cute face.

Selena has got Karen’s cunt throbbing. Bill puts his hand on Selena’s shoulder, pushes her aside. She shrugs, rises, takes Michael’s prick like a handle, leads him to the other chaise lounge.

Karen is panting. She can’t keep her loins still. “What the fuck are you guys fucking doing!”

She glances at Peter, his hard-on now so close she could reach out and grab it. She realizes suddenly: “You didn’t come, Petey?”

He shakes his head, sadly. Just then, Bill is grabbing Karen’s thighs, dragging her off the chaise. Stepping back, he is dragging her. She yelps, “What are you doing?” As if she doesn’t know.

Bill doesn’t stop till he has lifted her wide-open escort muş pussy and pressed it against his belly. Her slender legs are around his waist. Actually, her head is about to flop off the chaise. No problem. She has done yoga for decades. Her hands go down to the ground, her body makes a smooth arc up toward Bill. Her tits are pulling slightly to each side. Her belly is rounded, pressing up, the belly button the highest point.

Bill adjusts her weight, yanking her, flexing his own body, and then she abruptly cries out: “Oh, oh, oh!”

She is being bounced, now, Bill’s prick shoved in and pulled out. Once he gets the rhythm, he can do it harder and he does.

“Kill it!” Karen sobs. “Kill my cunt! Hurry, Billy! Do it! Fuck me!” This woman can’t stop talking even when she is coming toward a monster orgasm.

She hears the chaise scape back. Her face upside down, she looks back, orienting herself. Peter is kneeling there, now, his prick inches from her helpless face. She moans, “Oh, shit!:

Peter just flexes his hips. All of it-pecker, thick hair, thighs, belly—buries her face. Her shrill cries are muffled, but “up there” somewhere her loins are frantically beating on Bill’s cock.

At that moment, at the other chaise, Selena is glancing up at Michael with a wild grin, her sweet lips engulfing him. She lifts her face for a moment to laugh. She orders: “Come on, Michael! Pay attention!” No use. Her hand reaches up to lock on his balls and mash them together in his bag without mercy.

She knows he needs this so he can focus, stop obsessing about the mad violation of his wife. With her fist rolling his balls, even as her sweet, grinning lips suck him, he loses it. Selena feels it happening and releases his prick. She lifts her sweet, perfect face to him. Gout after hot gout fires into her mouth, which is wide-open, inviting it..

Michael is half-groaning, half-growling as he jerks himself.

At the other chaise lounge, Peter has drawn back, unburying his Mom’s poor face. She gasps for air. but, a second later, is crying out, “No, no, no” as though she is being stabbed in the cunt. Her eyes have gone round, her mouth an “O,” as she comes.

At the same moment, the gouts of Peter’s hot cum start hitting her face, one across her lips, one over her eye, and a horseshoe shaped one drooping over her cute nose.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she babbles. She’s crazy. One hand whips off the ground, as she nicely supports herself with the other, and grabs Peter’s package. She is masturbating him for the last drops of cum. But it feels like she’s tear everything off.

“Mom, no!” Peter pleads.

But Bill is still working on coming, his hips battering Karen’s delicate flower of flesh. Her slender body is bouncing, thrown arching outward and away, falling back.

“Oh, stop! Pleeaase!” Karen is crying. She is groping up with one hand, fingers spread. “Please! My pussy! Oh, please!”

Hanging upside down, helpless, her stinging, aching twat somewhere she can’t even see, she begins to weep, her head rocking back and forth in disbelief this is happening.

Peter pulls her wet face toward him, tenderly cradling her, her lips squashed against his dick, which already is getting hard, again.

He looks up at Bill: “When you’re done, let me take her like that, too. I never fucked her.” He adds, “Don’t worry about all this bitching and moaning. Just give it to her.”

“Right,” says Bill with a grin. Karen’s long slender body is abruptly arched like a bow as she is flung forward as though hit in the small of the back with a sledge hammer.

“Please!” she shrieks.

And then, she lets go an utterly unidentifable noise, an animal sound of eviscertation. Suddenly, her luscious legs are pumping in wild protest.

What did you do, to her” asks Peter, looking up, startled.

Bill holds up four glistening wet fingers. “She needed it in her asshole, too. I tried to see how far down I could go.”

“Oh, sure!” says Peter, with a grin. “Keep doing it.”

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What can you do when your virgin daughter has waited for you to pop her cherry? Those thirty-six C’s and plump ass don’t help him be the adultier one. What’s a Dad to do?! But once she learns the power she has over a man, all bets are off. Lots of daddy/daughter play. As always comments are welcome, I try to answer private emails. If you like it, give me some * love * at the end of the story! xo

“Daddy, pleasseeee,” Olivia whispered in a voice much too seductive for a twenty-year-old.

She squeezed between the breakfast table and my body to sit her soft plump ass on my lap. Her arms came around my neck so her ample tits pushed into my chest. The thin nightgown did nothing to suppress the hardening nipples that poked into my bare chest.

“I need some new clothes for summer. Everything I have is for college.”

Her lips were inches from mine. Her breath came out in soft little puffs when she talked, which hardened my cock even more. She rocked her ass letting me know she felt it.

“Larry, can you stop at the grocery store on your way home from work,” she said, coming into the kitchen and just that quick Olivia was off my lap and leaning against the counter eating her toast. “I have another late meeting so I’m not sure when I’ll be home so don’t wait dinner for me.”

I nodded. “Yep, just leave the list, no problem.” I had scooted my chair more under the table to hide the hard-on the tented the front of my sleep pants.

“What’re you doing today, Olivia?” her Mom asked.

“I may invite a girlfriend over to hang out at the pool with me.”

“Fun, I think we have enough snacks and soda around for you girls,” she said, picking up her laptop case and purse. “Okay you guys, see you later!” And she was out the door.

“You are cutting it way too close young lady,” I said, frowning. “She almost caught you on my lap.”

She came up behind me, leaned so her tits draped my shoulder while her fingers wove through the hair on my chest. I stifled a moan.

“I just can’t help myself, Daddy.” Those little puffs of breaths in my ear made my cock throb and I was glad it was still hidden under the table. “I see you and I want to rub my body against yours.”

“You’re turning into quite the cock tease you know,” I said, knowing that was in her college vocabulary.

She twisted around so she was back on my lap again, facing me. The gossamer-thin nightgown. The only thing between her forbidden tits and my chest. She pressed them into me, her arms around my neck. Automatically I circled her waist. As she raised her arms, her nightgown worked higher until the lace followed the lines of her thighs, and dipped down to the V between her legs.

“I’m not teasing though, Daddy. I want to follow through.” She rocked her soft ass into my throbbing cock.

Just for a moment, I thought as I moved my hands to her plump ass and pulled her down harder into my cock. Just for a moment. She rubbed her tits hard against my chest and sucked on my earlobe.

“Daddy I can tell you want me too,” she breathed in my ear. “All I have to do is straddle your lap and this is ready for you.” She lifted her gown to show her pussy. Pink lips were swollen and damp.

“I have to get dressed and get to work. If you need anything, call me. I’ll be in the office all day,” I said, ignoring her pouting lip

I watched her walk out of the room, her thin cotton nightgown clinging to her curves and cupping he ass. I sighed, thinking, old man you got a wake-up blow job from your wife this morning and an hour later you’re lusting after your daughter. Olivia was getting more insistent and taking more chances. On one hand, it was exciting, but reality told me otherwise.

When I got home I walked out to only see Olivia in the pool. “I thought you were having friends over.”

She turned and gave me her big smile. “Daddy! They were. They just left.”

She came up the steps, rising out of her water like a beautiful mermaid. Olivia did not dress provocatively, and her bright blue one-piece bathing suit served only to enhance her gorgeous curves.

The plunging neckline teased you with the inner curves of her breasts. Thirty-six C. I know. I peeked. It was high cut on the hips making her legs look even longer. As I looked at her I watched her nipples harden and poke through the knit. She walked up to me.

“Are you coming, Daddy?” Water clung to her long eyelashes that framed her deep blue eyes. The bright blue suit made them even more sultry. I watched water running off her shoulder-length hair into rivers between her breasts. I wanted to trace them with my tongue. “Coming into the pool, I mean,” she said with her sexy smile.

With an inner groan, I knew I had to be the adultier one. “Don’t think so, honey. I will sit by the pool while you swim.”

I hated the disappointment in her eyes but knew I was treading on thin ice and it could be disastrous if I fell through. I didn’t want to lose my marriage, or worse, get arrested, for fucking my daughter. At twenty she was of age she could make sakarya escort rational decisions. In fact, would soon be twenty-one, and normally I would be worried, but Olivia has never caused us any worries at all.

She is a beautiful girl and I am sure guys would be after her, especially at college, but she never dated much in high school, and even less now that she is in college. She was always focused on her studies, and as our only child, we were thrilled. I think she is a late bloomer testing her powers of seduction on the nearest male. Which is me.

She was drying off when I came back out, cold drinks in hand.

“Ohhhh thank you, Daddy!”

She took a sip then sat on the chaise and began applying sunscreen. Long white drips took an agonizingly slow time to come out the tip of the bottle into her waiting palm. She sniffed the coconut tropical scent before rubbing her hands together. She began stroking at her ankles and made one long pass up to the edge of her swimsuit. I felt a little ache in my balls when I watched the same slow drip and motion up the other leg. I thought the sunscreen company should use her in a television ad and they would have every man buying it for their woman.

She leaned back on the chaise and held the bottle over her upper chest and squeezed small white drops across her shoulders, and down the valley of her breasts. I swallowed hard that it looked so much like cum splashed on her. She ran her fingertips around, smearing it on her hot skin. I watched her make little circles in the white cream down into the valley of her breasts.

I took a long swig of soda, enjoying the coolness on my dry hot throat. “So,” I started to say but it was a croak and I had to clear my throat. “What do you want to do this summer, Olivia? Do you want to go somewhere on vacation maybe? Get away for a weekend or two?”

She looked thoughtful. “Not sure, Daddy. Have to think about it.”

I nodded. “Okay, just let me know. Your Mom and I have to take off work and they need to know ahead.” She nodded.

“I go to Grandma’s a lot with Mom, but I never get to go anywhere with just us.”

Alarm bells and flashing lights went off in my head. “That’s true. I didn’t know you wanted to just spend time with me. What were you thinking we could do?”

“Maybe just a long weekend somewhere? The beach or something like that?”

I relaxed when she said the beach. Lots of fun activities that would keep us busy outdoors and her distracted from her seduction. “Yeah honey, that does sound like fun. Let me run it by Mom and then we can talk more about it?”

“Okay, Daddy, thanks.”

A few nights later Becca mentioned going to her Mom’s for a few days. “I forgot, but a few days ago I asked Olivia what she wanted to do this summer. Vacation or a couple of long weekends, or what. She mentioned that you and her go to your Mom’s, but she and I don’t get Dad and daughter time. She said she’d like to go to the beach for a long weekend. I told her I’d run it by you.”

“I think it’s a great idea, Larry. I spent time with my Father and have great memories,” she said thoughtfully. “You know I have to go out of town for a meeting for a week. You could go then if you want. Take the whole week or whatever you want.”

“Yeah yeah baby, I think we’ll do that. I won’t feel so bad about leaving you home while we go.”

“Mmmm, I love you so much,” she said, rolling over and sliding her leg over me. We slept nude so the feel of her body against mine was instantly arousing.

“I love you too baby,” I said, pulling her on top of me. My hard cock nestled in between her open legs. We started kissing. Hot and passionately. Tongues dueled in each other’s mouth and it turned wet and messy.

She let her legs fall on either side of me so her cunt was open and my cock head zeroed in on her entrance. She was up on her elbows and rocked her hips into me. She kissed across my chest and nibbled at my nipples, then tugged with her teeth. She rolled up still straddling me. My cock was tight under her cunt and she slid her wet pussy over it.

I ran my hands up her sides to her breasts. They weren’t large but a nice handful that was tipped with rosy pink nipples. I pulled them longer and harder and she moaned and rose up. Holding my cock, she slid her hot pussy slowly down until she was grinding against me.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” is groaned, bucking up and giving her a ride. She rocked and ground down hard and rode. Her cunt gripped me as wave after wave washed through her. Her head was back and mouth open in a long wail.

Her cunt milking my cock did it and I felt it in my balls and thrust up, holding her down while I pumped my load into her.

She collapsed on me. “Oh god, Larry, that was so good. I needed that.”

…..

Olivia was ecstatic with the news we were not only going to the beach but would be gone a week.

“I really need some new clothes, Daddy. Can I use your credit card?”

“You just got some new clothes!”

“Yeah escort sakarya but I need something for this vacation now!” I handed her the card and cringed watched her bounced out the door to shop.

We had several more weeks that gave me time to look for some resorts that would work for us both and be on the beach. I’d hoped to get in a round of golf, and although the courses weren’t attached to the resorts on the beach, they had transport there so I was happy. I narrowed it down to southwest Florida and soon found the perfect one. I called for reservations and got a two-bedroom suite overlooking the ocean. I knew Olivia would love the private balcony so she could people watch the beach.

That night I told Becca about the resort. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you there someday.”

“Oh really… I’ll have to work real hard at being a good girl ten.

“I’m sure you can do it.”

“If you keep talking like that I’m not going to get dinner done!” She went back to her chopping.

Olivia came in and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and when I looked over my shoulder, she kissed me. On the mouth. Teasing my lips with her tongue. With her Mom only feet away.

She stood up and said, “I’m home! Thanks, Daddy, I didn’t spend too much.” She handed me the credit card.

Becca turned, seconds away from catching our forbidden kiss. Olivia kiss me that is. “I’m glad you got some new clothes, honey. Your Dad picked out a really nice place for you two.”

She turned back to her dinner preparations and as soon as she did, Olivia leaned over to give me another kiss with a naughty tongue tease before dragging all her shopping bags to her room. I sighed, thinking again how close we came to Becca discovering us. Again. We needed to get this game under control. Or rather I needed to do it. I had to have a discussion with Olivia. This risky teasing behind her Mom’s back had to stop.

Olivia came back into the kitchen after changing into shorts and a tank top. She leaned on the counter, looked at me, and said, “Tell me about it, Daddy?”

“I’m not going to tell you, it’s s surprise!”

It was then I noticed she was giving me a direct view down the valley between her swaying tits as she leaned over. The neckline gaped so her ample breasts were exposed nearly down to her nipples. I swallowed hard wanting to tear my eyes away and chastise her, yet wanting to see more.

Watching me, she moved her forearms across the counter which squeezed her breasts together nearly pushing them over the top of her tank. She slipped a hand in her tank and fondled her tit. She bent her head down and licked her tit.

I jumped up so quick I knocked the counter stool over.

“Larry!” Becca hollered. “You scared me!”

I laughed uncomfortably. “Sorry!” I glared at Olivia and said, “Set the table.”

…..

Olivia began to touch me whenever she could, again, even when Becca would be right there. She loved taking chances and when she noticed my reaction, by the bulge in my pants, she did not let up. It was a dangerous game she played, but I was afraid she was drawing me into it.

I was just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist, shaving at the sink and Olivia came barging in.

“Oh sorry Daddy, I didn’t know you were in here. Mom wanted me to get something out of the medicine cabinet.”

She squeezed between me and the sink and started slowly rifling through the things. She bent closer and her ass pushed against my erection. As though deciding on which item to choose, she rocked back and forth rubbing her ass against me. I wanted to grab her hips. Pull her skirt up and drive my cock in.

“Olivia,” I groaned.

She grabbed something from the shelf, stood up, turned and my towel dropped to the floor. She looked down with wide eyes because my cock was pointing at her and throbbing. I heard her whimper before rushing out of the room.

I tossed the towel over the hook. I finished shaving wondering how I was going to get through a week of close contact with my daughter without the built-in barrier of Mom.

…..

I picked up a few new things for the trip myself. New swim shorts, Florida bright t-shirts, and sleep pants and shorts. I usually slept nude, but that would never work, even with two bedrooms. I hoped Olivia would find some friends her age at the resort to have fun with.

It was a six-hour drive and I wanted to get an early start. I had the car packed and ready to go. Becca had flown out last evening so it was up to me to get Olivia up and moving.

“Time to go lazybones!” I knocked on her door. And went to the kitchen to grab a quick cup of coffee, knowing I’d have to try waking her up again.

“Okay okay, I’m ready,” I heard her sleepy voice behind me before I had my first cup of coffee down. I turned to see her wrapped up in a blanket, her eyes half-open.

I rinsed my cup and said, “Let’s get on the road then! Tooooo the beachessssss!” She giggled.

Olivia was asleep before sakarya escort bayan I backed out of the car out of the garage. I loved to drive and didn’t mind not having to chat. We were a couple of hours into the trip and Olivia wanted to get something to eat. I was perusing the menu board at the drive-through.

We pulled up to the window to pay and the young guy at the window’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I looked over at Olivia seeing her midriff-baring halter top that tightly corralled her breasts like two melons. It wasn’t that it was low cut, but the silky fabric cupped her tits and made you want to slide your hands over her firm globes. I shoved the money in his hand, grabbed the bag, and pulled away. We had decided to stop for a few minutes to eat our food, then finish the rest on the road.

She set up the food on the console between our seats and I had to face her to eat. Her breasts drew my eyes like magnets. I tried to look like I was dipping my fries in the ketchup, but here I was, ogling my daughter’s breasts.

I knew I should be ashamed, even shocked at myself. But she had been teasing me unmercifully and I was seeing her as a woman as well as my daughter. Her nipples hardened and poked through the filmy cloth.

“Daddy, is that for me?” she whispered, looking at the tent in my knit shorts.

“Olivia, you know it is. You’re not that innocent that you don’t know what you do to a man. You’re very beautiful.”

But I am.”

“Am what,” I felt lost in the conversation, but anything to distract me from her hellacious breasts.

“Innocent. I’m a virgin.”

I’ve heard of stunned silence before, but never really experienced it. Until now. I never wanted to think about anyone putting it on my daughter. Just something that a father does not want to think about. But she would be twenty-one this week and I guess I never dreamed she was a virgin.

“That’s great, honey. To save yourself for the man you love is wonderful.”

“I’m not really.”

“Not what?” I said, confused again.

“I saved myself for you, Daddy. I want you to be the first man that makes love to me.”

I swallowed hard and turned to look out the windshield at the cars streaming by. They were all just going about their daily business. Grocery. Mall. Doctor’s apportionment. I thought no one else was just blindsided by their daughter.

“I umm, appreciate that you want me to do that for you, honey.” I looked over at her. “But it’s just not right. Not what everyone does. You’ll find a nice guy and then… It’ll all just happen naturally.”

“I don’t care what everyone else does. I want to make love with you for the first time.”

I started the car. “We need to get back on the road, honey. Let’s discuss this later okay?”

“Yes, later,” she said looking out her window.

In a short time, we were pulling up to the resort portico. Employees hustled out with shiny brass baggage carts and had our bags unloaded almost before we got out. We were in a whirlwind into the lobby, checking in and being taken to our cottage on a golf cart.

“Oh, Daddy!”

Small cottages were nestled into the dunes with winding paths to the beach. A wide shaded porch spanned the front and was outfitted with various recliners, chairs, and small tables. At the end of the porch, a white circular staircase led to the lookout on the roof, no doubt with a spectacular view of the beach and ocean.

Our bags had already arrived, and after a quick tour, we were left alone.

“Choose your room, honey! I’m going look around a bit.”

Sliders opened to a private courtyard that probably had the same footprint as the house. There was a small glistening pool and a bubbling hot tub next to it. Lounge chairs, table and chairs, and a bar. Tropical colored umbrellas could be moved for shade wherever you needed.

“Oh my gosh!” Olivia came out and surveyed the courtyard. She wrapped her arms around my waist and had her head on my chest. “Thank you, Daddy! This is wonderful!”

I held her against me. “You’re welcome, honey. I think we are going to enjoy a week here hmm?” She nodded. “How about we put our suits on and see if that pool is as refreshing as it looks. We can gather beach stuff and head out there tomorrow?”

“Yes, sounds good. Maybe we can just order in for dinner?”

“Absolutely!”

We headed in to change into our suits and met back at the pool. Olivia came out in a one-piece swimsuit similar to the one she had worn earlier. But this one was black and it made her look sexier. Just what I need, I thought to myself.

I jumped in and splashed and she followed. We swam for a while, and she floated on her back, while I leaned against the edge. She floated towards me, giving me a better look at how tightly her tits were confined in the thin knit. The wet fabric clung to her hard nipples and I could see the bumps of her aureole around. Her suit was high cut on her hips and the wet suit had created a camel toe as it sucked onto the lips of her pussy.

Her eyes remained closed, her blonde hair spiked around her head like a halo. As I studied her, my cock was trying to push out the leg of my swim shorts. There was nothing I could do, and it would be a week of this. At least between the times, I got myself off. And by the looks of it so far, was going to be often.

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**Disclaimer: All Characters depicted are above the age of 18.

**Author’s Notes: This is a continuation of Charlie’s journey towards maturity and confidence. Charlie and his friends carry on with their adventures and more surprises are in store for the group as Claire unexpectedly returns home early from college.

*Please Note: This chapter contains a cuckold scene. Justifying the necessity of this scene feels appropriate to the consistent readers of this story. There are three reasons I introduced a cuckold scene.

1. The scene is structured to develop the protagonist and provide actual conflict for him to overcome.

2. This series is intended to reach many different fetishes throughout the saga. The hope is that this story will bridge the gap for many divergent types of readers.

3. I’ve always wanted to write a cuckold scene! It has always seemed like a fun fetish to explore.

If a cuckold scene offends, please skip this chapter. I hope you would not score this chapter poorly because this particular fetish does not suit you personally. Please judge the content itself.

I would love to hear all of your comments on this addition to the story – I spent many hours preparing it, and all of the requests for continuation kept me going.

~~~~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Claire was coming home from college early and out of the blue, no less. So Sarah and the group of stamina trainees went from a very relaxing session to scurrying about cleaning up the basement in preparation for her arrival.

“I can’t believe your sister is going to be here!” Benji said to Charlie as he was neatly putting away his yoga mat.

“I know, I haven’t seen her in so long; I wonder why she’s coming home tonight? She must be in trouble.” Charlie quipped with a smirk.

“She’s not in trouble. She probably has some unexpected time off.” Sarah retorted in disbelief that her baby daughter would be in any trouble at school.

“If I remember correctly, Sarah was always a bit of a bad girl,” Hayden said, he was still a little salty about how the last training session ended.

“Hey! Watch it now. My angel is perfect,” Sarah smiled. “Okay, fine. She can push the limits of what is socially acceptable.”

The group tidied the basement until it appeared as nothing out of the ordinary had occurred there this evening. They all started up the stairs when they heard the living room door open.

“Hello!” Claire roared, announcing herself to the house.

Sarah led the group around the corner into the living room to greet her only daughter. There she was, standing by the door. Claire was tall with blonde hair, a touch lighter than her mother’s, she had bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth. She was wearing a tight grey tank-top that showed off just a little of her toned midriff, paired with black leggings that clutched her figure beautifully. Her friends at college would often compare her body to Kendall Jenner because Claire had long and gorgeous legs and a very flat stomach. She was an undeniable 10, and Sarah was surprised to notice that she had become even more beautiful than the last time she saw her.

“My baby!” Sarah gleefully said as she nearly sprinted over to Claire and embraced her with a big hug, “I can’t believe you are home!” she squeezed Claire in her arms even harder.

“Hey, big Sis!” Charlie exclaimed; he didn’t wait for his Mom to let go of Claire before embracing the side of his sister. They held their group hug for about 20 seconds before finally letting her go.

Claire caught a glimpse of Benji and Hayden standing quietly by the entry of the living room, “Hey, you two, I didn’t know you were here.” she said with surprise.

“Yeah, we were just hanging out with Charlie,” Benji said as he awkwardly walked over to Claire and hugged her.

Claire chuckled to herself and embraced Charlie’s friend. “Well, it’s good to see you, Benji.”

Hayden didn’t try and hug her but instead just gave her a wave, “Nice seeing you, Claire.”

“Likewise, Hayden.” Claire smiled and waved back.

Claire took a glance at everyone in the room, “Why are you all wearing workout gear?” she questioned with a laugh. “Wow, Hayden. Those are nice biker shorts.” She teased him.

They all looked at each other, hoping someone else would come up with an answer for her. Finally, Charlie piped up, “You know, Sis, we were getting a little workout in downstairs. Trying to stay fit like you.” Charlie chuckled and gave Claire a slight push on the arm.

“You work out with them too, Mom?” Claire asked with a bit of surprise in her voice.

“Not usually, but I felt like I needed it today,” Sarah said reassuringly.

Sarah quickly changed the subject, “Anyhow, come on, my dear. Come to the kitchen, let me make you something to eat. You must be starving.”

“I suppose I could eat,” Claire said with a smile.

**********

Claire and the boys all took a seat at the kitchen table as Sarah scurried around the kitchen to whip up Claire osmaniye escort a snack.

Charlie finally acknowledged the elephant in the room, “Claire, I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for another couple of weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you are here, but why so soon?”

“Well, that’s a long story, and I’d prefer not to get into that right now if that’s okay?” Claire politely asked.

Charlie was now concerned but didn’t want to pry, “Of course, I don’t want to be annoying; I just want to be sure your happy and safe.” he smiled at his Sister.

“I am very much so, Charlie. I have to say, and I’m even happier now that I’m home.” Claire smiled.

Sarah walked over and hugged Claire on her side, “We couldn’t be happier to have you home, honey.”

The group made small talk and caught up for the next hour when Claire asked a favor of the boys, “I don’t want to be rude, you guys. But do you mind if I talk to Mom alone?”

“Not at all!” Charlie said quickly.

“Of course, we should probably get heading out anyway,” Hayden said as he looked over at Benji, giving him a nod.

Benji agreed, “Yes, it’s getting late. We should go.”

“Thank you, boys. I’ll see you soon.” Claire smiled.

Sarah said goodbye to the boys. Hayden and Benji saw themselves out as Charlie headed to his room to do a little reading and give his Sister some alone time with Sarah.

Once it was clear that the boys had left and were clear of earshot, Claire had to have a serious talk with her Mom.

“I suppose I should tell you why I’m here early,” Claire said with a cheeky grin on her face.

“I think that would be very appropriate, young lady.” Sarah agreed.

Claire was now looking down at the table as she began to talk, “Well, it’s a long story, and I don’t want you to be mad at me; the dean forced me to take a leave of absence.” Claire looked up at her Mother with her notorious doe eyes.

Sarah looked sternly at her daughter, “A leave of absence?!” Sarah said back to her sharply. “For what reason?”

“I’m so sorry, Mom, but my grades have been awful, and they are making me take the semester over again. I promise I won’t let it happen again, and they are doing me a huge favor by letting me start over again.” She said as if that was a silver lining.

“Claire! I can’t believe you! How could you let this happen? You’ve always been a great student, and now you waste your time and my money like this?” Sarah was livid with her daughter.

“Mom, please don’t be mad. I can explain how this happened if you let me.” Claire pleaded with her Mother.

“I don’t see how you can explain such deplorable behavior, but please, be my guest.”

“I couldn’t handle everything that college presented me. Do you know how hard it was here during High School? I never had time for myself, and I always cared for Charlie while you were at work. I loved helping you after Dad died, and I loved being there for Charlie, but when I finally got a taste of freedom, when I finally had agency, I found it so difficult to sit down and study. I just wanted to let go and party.” Claire tried to explain a gently as she could.

Sarah just stared at her daughter for a few moments. She wanted to explode and give her the business for letting her grades be so poor that they sent her home early, but Sarah considered what Claire just told her a little more carefully. Claire was right to a certain extent, the young woman did have an extraordinary childhood, and Claire faced so much pressure to be perfect. Sarah recalled everything she did for the family over the last ten years, and she was right. But, on the other hand, what did Sarah expect of her daughter? After all, she probably would have done the same in her position.

“Claire,” Sarah finally spoke up, “I don’t want to sugarcoat anything. I’m so mad that you let this happen, but I also understand what you are going through.”

“You do?” Claire looked at her Mom with a renewed sense of hope.

“Yes, you have always been such an amazing daughter for me. I put so much pressure on you growing up. But, the weight being lifted off your shoulders must have felt good.” Sarah now was trying to comfort her daughter.

“Mom, you have no idea! I’m so sorry that this happened, and I promise it’s in the past. I’m ready to take college seriously when they let me back next semester.” She pleaded more with her Mother.

“I know, sweetie, I know you are. I want to say thank you for everything you did for me after your father died. I don’t know if I ever thanked you enough.” Sarah said.

“Mom, your understanding means so much to me. It shows that you trust me and believe that I will get my act together, and I don’t know why I ever doubted it?” Claire smiled.

“Thank you for being honest with me, baby.” Sarah leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead, “Now, we will talk about this more, but first, you have to tell me about these parties that kept you away from your osmaniye escort bayan studies this semester.” Sarah laughed, taking some pressure out of the room.

Claire began telling her Mom all about her freshman year and all of the adventures it has presented her. Claire talked about the cool friends she’s making and even all of the hot guys she’s been getting to know on some intimate levels. Claire wasn’t making herself easy to get, but she was undoubtedly one of the most sought-after girls at school, and she knew it. Sarah was not surprised to hear this in the slightest as her daughter was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew that she had a “bad girl” streak about her, much like Hayden mentioned earlier in the night.

“I hope you’re not promiscuous if you know what I mean?” Sarah said sharply to her daughter.

“I’m not, Mom! I’ve just been having a little fun, and I’ve been safe when I have too much fun” Claire winked at her Mother.

“Good, I’m glad that lesson has stuck with you.” Sarah laughed.

**********

The ladies moved their conversation to the couch. They quickly got lost in the conversation as though no time had passed at all.

“Speaking of hot guys, I couldn’t help but notice how good Hayden was looking,” Claire said to her Mom with a smirk.

“Well, I can’t comment on such things.” Sarah cheekily smiled.

“Mom, are you kidding me? Please don’t play the prude card, not after all we’ve talked about tonight.” Claire prodded.

“Okay, okay. Of course, Hayden looks good. He grew up to be a very handsome young man.” Sarah said. “Benji is cute too,” Sarah added.

“Benji has always been a cute teddy bear, hasn’t he?” Claire chuckled.

“I hope this doesn’t come across weird, but I bet Charlie is doing pretty good with the ladies himself.” Claire felt awkward saying that but felt comfortable enough mentioning how her Brother looked good too.

“That has been a topic of discussion lately. Charlie is having a bit of trouble feeling comfortable with the opposite sex. He’s having some confidence issues.” Sarah didn’t want to say too much.

“He’s always been so shy and nervous. It bugs me because he doesn’t need to be; he’s so smart and cool. If he knew that about himself, he would never have any issues.” Claire said.

“You’re preaching to the choir, honey; you have no idea,” Sarah smirked.

“Well, honey. I’m so happy to have you home, but I have to get some sleep because I have to visit the office tomorrow morning and It’s almost 2 am!” Sarah said, looking at the clock. “Your room is just the same it was when you left. So, I’m sure you won’t have any trouble getting comfortable.” Sarah leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek and then got up to walk to her bedroom.

As Sarah walked away, Claire noticed something on her yoga pants. “Mom, what is that?” Claire got up quickly and took a close look at the substance on her Mom’s pants.

Sarah remembered that Hayden ejaculated on her pants early in the night. Sarah quickly turned around, “Nothing, honey!” she covered her butt with her hands and started walking back towards her bedroom. “I spilled some stuff on my pants when I was making dinner, and I’ll just give them a wash tomorrow.”

Claire looked pensive, and the slightest grin crossed her lips as she began to put some pieces together in her head. “Okay, Mom. Sounds good. Have a good sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Claire was letting her off the hook, for now.

“Love you, honey, see you in the morning,” Sarah said as she escaped around the corner.

Claire finally made it back to her room. Sarah was right; nothing had changed at all. Her Mother neatly made her bed, all of her clothes that she didn’t bring to college with her were all clean and hung up. Claire took off her clothes and put on some of her favorite pajamas, this particular set of nightwear had bananas and strawberries all over them. Not something she wanted to bring to college with her, but it was so soft and reminded her of the “good old days.”

**********

Saturday morning had arrived, and Claire nearly slept through all of it. It was 10:45 when she finally awoke from her slumber. Claire slowly got out of bed and opened the blinds holding the sunshine back from entering her bedroom. She took and big stretch and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. After brushing her teeth and hair, she started to make her way to the kitchen when she noticed Charlie sitting at the desk in his room.

“Hey Bro, good morning.” Claire broke his concentration with the greeting.

Charlie quickly spun around and hid the book from the sight of his Sister. “Good morning, Claire. How did you sleep? How did you like everything being the same in your room? Mom wouldn’t have it any other way.” he smiled.

“I probably slept the best I have in months. It feels good to be home.” Claire reassured her Brother.

Claire noticed Charlie trying to hide the book he was reading, escort osmaniye and Claire wasn’t the type of person to not bring that up. “Hey, what book are you reading?”

Charlie looked surprised. “What book?” he tried to play dumb.

“What’s wrong? Why won’t you tell me what book you were reading?” Claire pleaded.

“Fine, I was reading ‘The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck’.” Charlie pulled out from the drawer he was trying to hide it in.

“Cool, I’ve heard good things about that book, but why are you reading it?” she pressed.

“I don’t know? I just heard that it would give me the confidence to not always care about what people are thinking and maybe help me be myself a little more, you know?” Charlie was talking to his Sister like she never left.

“I love that. I think you should have all the confidence in the world, Bro.” Claire didn’t fully understand everything he was going through but felt some kind words could always be helpful.

“Well, I see you’re wearing the Banana jammies, so I certainly have more confidence than you right now!” Charlie poked fun at his Sister while referencing the old name for the pajamas she was wearing.

“Really? You’re going to kick me while I’m down, huh?” She smiled, “C’mon, let’s eat some breakfast.” Claire essentially commanded him.

Charlie followed her to the kitchen and took a seat at the head of the table. “So, are you going to make me breakfast like you used to?”

“I don’t see why not?” Claire smiled at him and made her famous eggs and avocado toast. “You know I make the best eggs this side of the Hudson.”

When Claire finished breakfast, she took a seat and decided to catch up with her Brother. She told him a more gentle version of why she was back, and he understood. Charlie wasn’t the type of person to make her feel back about grades and things of that nature. He just gave her some words of encouragement for next semester and told her that he’s glad to have her back. That’s what she loved about Charlie. He was always so understanding.

After they finished breakfast Claire figured she should figure out something to do for the day, “What do you have going on today?” she asked her Brother.

“The guys texted me this morning and they want workout at the school gym.”

“The gym, huh?” Claire replied, “I didn’t think you liked going to the gym?”

“I don’t, but we are trying to bulk up and play video games less often,” Charlie said.

“Well, this is news to me. So, are you going to invite me or what?” Claire pushed her Brother on the arm.

“Sure, I don’t see why not? Do you want to come to the gym with me later?” Charlie smiled.

“It’s not like I have anything better to do, and I’m dying to spend time with my baby brother and his friends,” she said sarcastically, but there was a little bit of truth in her voice.

“Cool, I’m heading out at 12:30 pm. You can ride with me if you want.” Charlie offered.

“Sounds good. I can’t wait.”

Charlie pushed his chair back and took the dirty dishes to the sink, “Okay, I have to go finish up some homework. I’ll see you in a bit.” he headed out of the kitchen and closed to door to his room.

Sarah truly wanted to spend time with her Brother, but she also had some ulterior motives for joining her Brother at the gym. She had a suspicion that her mother was not fully honest with her the previous night about what they were doing in the basement, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Not to mention the thought of her showing off her tight body at the gym in front of horny boys was a bit of a rush. College was far from her mind at this point, and she was feeling right at home.

**********

Claire killed time in her room for the next couple of hours unpacking her clothes and belongings from the car and getting settled in her room. She was nearly done getting situated when Charlie knocked on the door and, without much warning, opened it and walked into her bedroom. Claire was wearing a sports bra and tight teal yoga pants. The sight of his Sister in this revealing outfit caught him by surprise.

“Oh, sorry, Claire!” Charlie quickly turned around and started to head out of her bedroom.

“It’s okay! Come in!” Claire replied with a laugh, “It’s just a sports bra, Charlie, jeez! Why are you weird.” She was trying to normalize the situation even though she felt a little awkward dressed as she was in front of her brother.

“Okay, fine,” Charlie said, trying to act cool about the current circumstance. He stepped back into Claire’s bedroom, “Are you almost ready to go? I want to head out in the next 5 minutes.”

“Sure, do you think I can wear this outfit to the gym, or is everyone going to act like you just did?” Claire poked fun at her brother.

Charlie laughed sarcastically, “It’s fine. If anything, people will be happy if you do, I’m sure of it.”

“What are you saying, Charlie? You think I look good in the outfit?” She continued her ribbing.

“Whatever! Just meet me at the car in 5 minutes, would you?” Charlie walked out the door shaking his head.

**********

It was roughly a 10-minute drive to school, which would give Claire plenty of time to probe into her Brother’s life. Claire is an unfiltered person and almost always says what is on her mind without much reservation.

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Aunt Julie encouraged me to be personal trainer to my cousin Jenny for the summer, by way of a fantastic blowjob and tit-fuck, which was just the down payment.

I had lusted over her body and her breasts for years. Apparently, she knew this and used this to her advantage, manipulating me to do what she wanted. But I wasn’t going to complain.

And to be honest, the prospect of spending a lot more time with my cousin Jenny didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, I looked forward to it — she was pretty and fun.

It seemed Jenny had stopped exercising. She had low self-esteem and confidence, especially when comparing herself to her hot and athletic sister Josie.

Somewhat athletic myself, I had been training for a triathlon, going out regularly to bike, run and swim. I agreed to take Jenny with me on runs or rides as often as I could, easing her into a fitness routine.

We started out the next morning at the local bike shop. I told the cute attendant Sarah my aunt and cousins were staying for the summer. When that realization was made it seemed to improve her smile and she flirted with me. I knew I would have to come back and give her attention some other time.

For now, she helped us pick out hybrid bikes in the right sizes and colors. Aunt Julie got a beach cruiser. Then she rang us up and off we went.

Each morning we rode one of the various picturesque biking trails found around the lake. We stopped every so often to take in some of the viewpoints that also had benches, lunch areas and hiking trails.

At first, we did a couple of miles. Then after a few days, I transitioned to get a couple miles in before breakfast and a few more miles after. Occasionally we would get passed by more serious riders, and a couple of times we saw young men that checked the girls out, but nothing more came of it.

After a week, we were finally going to try and go entirely around the lake in one session — Aunt Julie would just cruise a couple of miles and turn back when she felt she had enough.

Biking to me was easier to get back into the swing of things. Running was not complicated, but you have to build up endurance and it can easily lead to someone giving up. Although I wanted to see them in swimsuits every day, I decided to keep swimming recreational for now.

I thought Jenny would have a hard time. But everyone was supportive, and Jenny had a good attitude about it. I think it was nice to have someone non-judgmental helping. I made a point not to compare them. They were just my cousins, and we were just having fun and aerobic bike rides to get in better shape in general and to enjoy the view of the lake and surrounding terrain.

A few times, I would let them take the lead — otherwise they might get too far behind. Plus, I enjoyed watching them from behind. Josie was always more ambitious and motivated, and exercised constantly to maintain her fit physique. She naturally took the lead. Her butt was toned and slender.

Jenny fell in behind her sister, and I could check her out more thoroughly. Jenny had more than Josie, but I would take something to hold onto over less. Something about plowing into a woman from behind, when you have curves, they press into your lower abdomen. You want meat but not junk.

I must have been daydreaming about my cousin’s rump when Jenny turned back and asked, “Doing OK back there, Jack?”

Did she wink at me? Had she seen me starting at her behind? I smiled and said yes, then energized into the last few miles of our track around the lake.

It was late afternoon when we finally arrived back home. Josie raced in called out ‘first’ ahead of her sister, I guess. They were tired, but that was expected. I could feel it, but I was used to the exertion, the pace. The girls were going farther and getting stronger each time out.

Time for a quick shower after the workout, and then lounge out on the back deck.

——————–

To my satisfaction, the girls changed into swimsuits and headed outside. We lounged on recliners for a bit, then as the sun went down that was when we liked to get into the hot tub.

Aunt Julie was there as well in her one-piece covered by shorts. Her cleavage always got my attention, and each time now I recalled our tryst from before. She had been nice and playful, but there was nothing sexual between us since. Too bad, because I had dreamt about having sex with her every night in all sorts of ways. But then, I had done so for many years before, so that hadn’t changed.

As I joined the girls in the hot tub, Aunt Julie went into the house and came out with a round of Mai Tai drinks she made for us. We have a stereo inside and external wi-fi speakers under the overhang to project music out for us onto the deck.

“This is the good life,” I said, and we all cheered and clinked our glasses — the three cousins in the hot tub, and Aunt Julie from the nearby lounge. “I’m happy my recruits made the circuit around the lake!”

“Thanks for being such a good trainer!” Josie gave me a wink. It seemed like she was pulling ordu escort her shoulders back and pressing her chest out for me to look at. I think she just wanted a compliment, to know I saw. Her tits were perky but not large. Still, a girl in a bikini will get looks. Once she saw me checking her out and our eyes met, she leaned back and resumed her normal posture.

“I appreciate you helping me out too,” Jenny chimed in. Did she do that to draw my attention away from her sister? Or was I just imaging the sibling rivalry. “I hope I haven’t slowed you down too much.” She was less athletic, a more laid-back type. Kind and friendly, she was easy to like once you got to know her. But I thought her outer beauty was there too. Different perhaps, but no less alluring.

Jenny’s breasts were larger, but she was a bigger girl anyway. But after tit-fucking their mom, I had a renewed appreciation for big tits and what they could offer. They don’t have to be the largest, but you still need something to press against. It wasn’t always the size, sometimes it was how you used them.

“It’s no worry at all,” I said honestly. “I have been doing more rides and runs than just what I take you two on. Plus, I like the company, and you two are awesome.”

“Oh, I bet,” Josie said. “I know why you let us ride in front sometimes,” she said playfully. “To check out our bottoms on the bike seat!” She laughed, splashing a bit of water towards me.

“Well,” I stammered, “can you blame me?” I replied somewhat playfully.

“Admit it,” she pressed. “Which one of us has the better butt?” She stood up and turned around like a model on a runway. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, but she was either flirting or teasing.

I thought my own preference shouldn’t be the basis for them feeling good about themselves, particularly in comparison against each other. I didn’t want to make Jenny feel any less pretty.

“Aunt Julie!” I called out.

“What?” she turned towards us from her position reclining on the lounge.

Looking down at my empty glass, I replied with “I think I need another drink!”.

Aunt Julie got up to go inside and make more. I watched the beautiful MILF and tried to hide the lustful thoughts I had for her. I had deflected, but also I was trying to avoid the comparison of the two sisters.

Josie looked over at Jenny and they gave each other looks. Then Josie got out to use the bathroom. I tried not to stare, but it is hard when a beautiful young woman leaves the water. She used a finger to adjust her bikini around her ass cheek. Did she do that on purpose, or was it normal?

“I realize I’m not as pretty as they are,” Jenny said breaking the silence.

“What?” I turned towards her. I wasn’t sure how long I was staring, but it must have been obvious.

“You were ogling my mother and my sister,” she said. “Checking them out from behind.” I was caught and I knew it.

“You’re just as beautiful, if not more so,” I tried to recover.

“Nice try. You don’t look at me like that.”

I thought for a moment in silence, trying to come up with the best response.

“When you get out and go inside, you are walking away and won’t see how I am totally checking you out from behind,” the logic seemed good to me.

“Oh really?” she asked, smiling but not fully believing.

“I’m an equal opportunity ogler.”

Jenny smiled as she thought to herself. “You’re so sweet, Jack.”

Then Jenny also got up to go inside. As she reached the sliding door to go in, I said quietly but loud enough for just her to hear, “man that’s a nice ass.”

She paused. Using a finger, she traced the inner lines of her bikini bottoms like her sister had. But instead of smoothing them out, she pulled them in to her ass like a thong. Just for a second, but it was noticeable. Then she re-did it and spread the bottoms out again and went inside.

——————–

It was after dinner, and we had drinks out by the firepit on the back deck. We had light banter and it was getting late. At some point the girls went back inside, and it was just Aunt Julie and I that remained.

“You had better be careful what you start,” Aunt Julie said as she refilled my drink.

“I think I like what I started,” I said. I looked at her cleavage and back up to her and gave her a wink.

“I don’t mean me, silly.”

“What?” I was confused.

“I’ve seen how you look at the girls, and that’s OK” she said. “But now I’ve seen how they look at you, and I’ve seen how their behavior has changed.”

“What?”

“I watched from inside earlier. You realize I can make drinks AND look out the kitchen window at the same time.”

“Uh, yea,” but I hadn’t thought of that until just now.

“And that even if the sliding door is closed, if the kitchen window is open, I can hear everything that was said.” She looked back over her shoulder at the kitchen window. “Everything.”

“Uh,” I said awkwardly.

“Josie,” she went on, “now she’s ambitious and is thinking three moves ahead of you. She will ordu escort bayan use you if she thinks it will get her somewhere in life. And she knows what men want,” she looked at me sternly. “And she could easily move on after, no strings attached.”

“Cousin with benefits?” I thought about this and nodded my head approvingly.

“Be serious for a minute. She also could just fuck you just to prove she’s better than her sister. Once she accomplishes that mission, she might ghost you and leave you in her rear view.”

“Uh….” I didn’t know what to say.

“Always remember there’s a competition between them, Jack. If you get hurt playing with fire, let’s just say I’m not going to blame the fire.”

“Okay. I’ve been warned.”

“And Jenny can compete too — sisters have done it all their lives.” She shook her head. “But Jenny’s more lover than fighter,” she added with reflection. “Jack, if you start something with her, she might just fall for you, mistaking your attention and intentions as something other than what they really are.”

“I was only trying to build her up, to not let her think her sister is better than her. I would never do anything to hurt her,” I said then added, “or you.”

“I know you wouldn’t on purpose,” Julie said, gently and lovingly touching my arm. “Just don’t go confusing lust for love.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant for her or for Jenny. “Roger that,” I tried to say confidently.

“And Jack, if you break her heart,” she said as she got up to go back inside, “you will break mine too.”

——————–

After a few minutes of contemplation, I realized I was on my own and it didn’t seem anyone would be joining. I found Josie inside reading a magazine on the couch in front of the fire. She had an alpha look and the way she flipped the pages made me think she had recently gotten the better of Jenny.

I noticed Julie wasn’t in the grand room, so I nonchalantly went looking for her.

The house isn’t that big, and there are only so many places to hide. But I didn’t find her in the guestroom or bath, and neither was she in the master or on the back deck or by the front or the cars.

I went outside and could see a figure down by the lake reflected in the moonlight. I went to her, and found Jenny standing there, tears on her face.

“Jenny,” I reached for her arm. “I’m sorry for the teasing earlier.”

She looked up at me, “You’re sweet Jack,” she said and smiled. “But my sister isn’t.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing new, same old shit.” She looked back at the house, and then out at the lake. “Do you mind if we walk a bit, over there?” She pointed, and we began walking out of sight of range.

“I’ve heard that with sisters, it can be really great at times, and then it can be really tough at times.”

“I just wish,” she clenched her fist and closed her eyes, then released and opened them. “I wish that I could have something all my own, just for me. And without it always having to be a competition. I am tired of finishing in second place all the time.”

“Silver medal isn’t that shabby,” I tried to joke.

“There are two of us, Jack,” she replied, not seeing any humor in it.

“It can’t be that bad…” I started then regretted it.

“Do you know what it’s like to have your sister beat you at every fucking thing? She’s prettier, she’s smarter, she’s older so first at everything by age and time. Anything I have, she can get a bigger one, anything I do, she can do it better. It’s just everything, all the time. It’s exhausting.”

“Are these things she’s said, or that you are projecting?” I asked.

She began to cry just a little, and I reached out and hugged her. She let me embrace her, and she cried into my shoulder for half a minute, but it could have been 30 and I wouldn’t have cared.

“She even makes these workouts into a competition. She can go faster and farther, she finished back home ‘first’. The cute guys that were checking her out as we rode by today — she could get them, but I couldn’t.” She paused just long enough to wipe her nose on my sleeve. “She even commented on how you couldn’t stop ogling her in the hot tub.”

So that was it — now we were getting somewhere. We had stopped walking, out of range from the house and the back deck.

“Maybe she feels threatened by you because you’re prettier.” I didn’t want to compare them, but she needed a little pick me up.

“Get real.”

“You fill out your swimsuit better than she does.”

“Um, thanks?” she asked, not sure how much a compliment that was.

“Look, I think if you wore certain clothes to um, show off your assets” I said this choosing my words carefully but still putting it out there, “she wouldn’t stand a chance and she knows it.”

“Trying to find ways to build me up still?” Had she heard my conversation earlier with her mom?

“It’s true. I’m a tits and ass man, so I know what I’m talking about.”

“You’re such a guy sometimes,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Really, she’s over-compensating escort ordu due to her own insecurities.”

“Over-compensating?”

“Like the rich asshole that shows off his Porsche to get attention. But his money will only go so far, ultimately there is no substance. The nice guy in the pickup, he has had to work for it, put in effort. And instead of money he has experience and character. He won’t get supermodels, but the type of woman he will attract will be better for him anyway.”

“Don’t nice guys finish last?”

“But they do finish. And the result is more meaningful and longer lasting than the quick and easy accomplished for the sake of competition.”

“Are you saying I need to be nicer to my sister?” She asked incredulously.

“All I’m saying is, instead of spending so much energy trying to compete, you could let it go. Just be yourself, live in the moment. Don’t let her force you to play that game. Remember, she’s competing with you because she has to.”

“Zen Jack?” Was she being facetious or sarcastic? Jenny went quiet for a minute.

When she spoke again, the question startled me at first.

“So, know any nice guys with a pickup truck?”

It seemed odd, but then I realized I had started that line of conversation.

“You mean other than me?” I was only part joking.

She looked up and laughed, realizing the irony in it.

“Oh, you do have a truck,” she said. “Just my luck,” she said slapping her own leg. “My pickup truck guy is sweet and hot, but just also happens to be my cousin.”

“So, you think I am hot?” I asked, smiling.

“That’s what you took away from that?” She asked joking in return.

“Well, it could be something you have all your own. Something she can’t have.” Did I just say that?

“Get serious, I’m your cousin!” She bumped my arm, as if to say, ‘you silly goose’. “Plus, so is Josie, so it would still be a competition.”

“What if it wasn’t that way?”

“But you are my cousin, no way around that.”

“I mean, what if there was no competition.”

“I don’t see how that can be removed from the equation; she just won’t let up.”

“You can.”

“How? Every guy I’ve ever shown interest in, she always goes for and usually gets.”

“Not me,” I said, venturing out there still.

“Trust me, if I showed a little interest in you, she would be right there. Remember the hot tub earlier?”

“Hm, two beautiful girl cousins competing for my attention?” I said with curiosity. “That could be interesting.”

“See, even you admit there would be competition.” She was right. I stepped in it, and she knew it.

“Ready to go back?”

We entered off the kitchen, trying our best to quietly move through the house. It was late and it appeared everyone had already gone to sleep.

We walked down the hall towards the bedrooms in the back. We arrived at her guestroom, and Jenny turned and promptly gave me a hug. “Thanks for talking earlier,” she also gave me a kiss on the cheek. “This is something I’ve had to live with and will likely always have to deal with.”

“You know you’re not always second,” I said quietly.

“You’re just being nice,” she said.

“Can I show you something?”

“Okay,” she said with curiosity, taking my outstretched hand.

We walked back to my room. Once inside, I closed the door. She looked at me, partly concerned.

“It’s not what you think — just for some privacy.”

I retrieved a portfolio from my bookshelf. I set it down on the desk and opened it to the beginning.

“What’s this?” She asked as she came closer.

“Drawings from a class I once took.”

She began flipping through the pages. There were pictures of small objects, fruits and shapes and things beginners drew. But as she turned the pages, the drawings became more complex: cars and buildings and panoramic scenes. The detail became more refined, as the artist gained experience.

“You drew these?” she asked.

“I did, yes.”

“Cool,” she offered. Then after a moment, “But I don’t get it.”

“Here’s the other portfolio,” I reached for its companion binder. “The one with drawings of people.”

I opened it and let her scan over the pages. There were drawings with different angles and sizes. Some focused on the long flowing hair covering the face, others focused on the woman’s big, beautiful eyes.

Then a few more pages showing a woman’s full body. At first there were generic female features then some had sharp pointed breasts and sexy curves. Then more pages of breasts, including a couple where she held her own breasts in her hand, offering it up like a peach and nearly licking it with her tongue.

Next, she flipped through drawings of a woman’s derriere, some with arched back and others covered by her own hands. Quite a few drawings focused on the rear end. She skimmed the pages as they were mostly the same to some extent. I was a bit embarrassed, but she needed to see.

The final section had attempts to draw full body sketches. Some were reclined, including a nice one on our back deck lounge as the sun went down, drink in hand. Others were of a woman in the shower. My favorite was her in a bathrobe that was off the shoulders and held in place at the waist with her arms. Long flowing hair covered one side of her face, and the seductive look was sexy as hell.

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Petra:

I was painting my nails when my brother barged in. Normally he’ll knock first, but today he had a strange look in his eye.

A look that suggested he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Of course, so far, no had never been my answer. I told you – when I’ve got regular contact with a dick, I just get so horny, and even the fact that it was my brother’s hadn’t slowed me down. I’d come home one day with a startling revelation – the more we fought against our urges, the harder it was going to get. The only way to beat this thing was just to do what we had to do – use each other to get off, at every opportunity.

And so I’d started going to Craig every time I was turned on (which, as I mentioned, was a lot) and not leaving until I’d jerked him off.

Something about holding a cock in my hand is so fucking sexy, and the only thing that would have made it better was taking it in my mouth…

So…I had.

I’d started by just swallowing his load (another of my favorite things to do) but the more I got to hold it, the more I wanted to taste it. Pretty soon, I was putting Craig’s cock in my mouth at the earliest opportunity.

Last night…last night I may have pushed it too far.

Craig, of course, was so nervous about the whole “incest” thing. I, on the other hand, had managed to convince myself that it wasn’t incest, it was just two people in need getting each other off.

My kid brother, he wasn’t as level-headed about the whole thing.

I tried not to push it, I tried to move at a pace that he was comfortable with, but last night I just said fuck it – I was horny, and he was the only way I was going to get off.

He’d freaked out, of course, and so I’d tried to mollify him with some boob action. What guy doesn’t like breasts, am I right?

Well, after that, he was so turned on that I didn’t even pretend to start with a handy. I just took his cock in my mouth, and gave him the best blow-job I know how to give.

A few minutes later, he was blowing his load on my tits. Fuck…I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. Why is it so hot, having a guy blow his load all over your body? There’s something so masculine about it – like he’s marking you as his property or something.

Anyway, he’d avoided eye contact with me all morning, and so I couldn’t help but be excited when he burst into my room that night, a fierce look on his face.

“Get up,” he growled, and I eagerly obeyed.

I don’t know what had gotten into Craig, but he looked…

Furious wasn’t the right word for it. No, he didn’t look angry, he wasn’t mad, he just seemed to be so…so…

Assertive. Dominant.

A thrill ran up my spine at the thought of Craig dominating me, and I missed what he said.

“Pardon?” I asked politely, and he rolled his eyes and sat on my bed.

“Sit,” he said, and when I went to sit next to him, shook his head.

“Not there.”

I hesitated, and – clearly impatient – Craig pulled me onto his lap, bending me over like a child.

“Look,” he hissed into my ear, “I don’t know what you thought you were playing at last night, but that wasn’t okay, okay?”

“Um…” I replied, and he sharply swatted my behind in response.

I’d never been spanked as a kid, but some of my ex-boyfriends had been really into it…and so had I.

“Oh!” I squealed.

“Now listen,” Craig said. “This isn’t sex.”

He continued to spank me as he spoke, and I grew wetter and wetter.

“This is just two people helping each other out, okay? Don’t even think of us like brother and sister. I’m just a man, and you’re just a woman. And what were women designed to do?”

I was too busy moaning with pleasure to answer.

“What were women designed to do?” he repeated, punctuating each word with his hand on my butt.

“Pleasure men,” I panted in response.

“That’s right,” he said, standing up and depositing me on the floor. I looked up to the delicious sight of him lowering his pants, his hard cock coming into view.

Neither of us said a word – he just grabbed me by the hair and guided my mouth to his cock. I took his hardness inside my mouth, and enthusiastically did all that I could to get him off.

He treated me as if I wasn’t even a person, as if I were just a wet hole to be used for his pleasure, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt so dirty, so used…and I loved it. Before long, he was cumming in my mouth, and when we was done, he picked me up and threw me on the bed.

I watched, wide-eyed, as he spread my legs, flipped my skirt up, ripped my panties off, and dove in-between my legs, fucking me with his fingers, and then leaning down to use his mouth on me.

“Craig!” I cried in pleasure. “But…I thought…”

“Shut up,” he said, withdrawing his hand and spanking me neatly on the pussy. “I told you – we’re not brother and sister. If we go down that path, we’ll never get through this month. We’re just a man and a woman with a convenient kırıkkale escort arrangement, okay?”

“Okay,” I said with a whimper of pleasure. My mind was spinning – if we were treating each other like strangers, did that mean we had to stop at just oral? Could we…

Ew. As much I’d become comfortable with what we had done up until now, that was too far. I pushed the image from my mind, and focussed on the sensations that Craig’s mouth and hand were causing on my soaking pussy.

Actually having sex? That was wrong. It was crossing the line. It was something we could never do.

So why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?

###

Before he left my room that night, I insisted on going down on Craig once more. After all, it was almost 9pm…I wouldn’t get another chance to do this all night, and I didn’t want any risk of him slipping. There was too much at stake.

The next morning, I got up and sneaked into his room to wake him up with another blow-job. Like a gentleman, he insisted on returning the favor, and that pretty much described the whole week. Once or twice a day, my brother and I would find each other, and ensure that we weren’t dancing with fate, letting our hormones build up.

And get each other off.

All weirdness had passed by this point – the idea was firmly cemented in both our heads that this wasn’t incest, it was just two people helping each other out. The fact that we were brother and sister was irrelevant – I was just a woman, with the soft curves and wet holes of a woman, and he was just a man, with the hardness between his legs that every woman craved.

Admittedly, our sibling connection was probably part of why we were able to read each other’s bodies so well – I swear, Craig knew exactly how to turn me on. I’d admitted to him how hot I found spanking, and before he went down on me, he’d often start by using his hand on my ass until it was glowing red and I was dripping.

We continued to elude Mom and Dad without issue, although Craig would sometimes push it a bit. I’d have complained, but I found his daring so sexy…one time, we were sitting in the back seat of the car together when he reached over and pulled my hand onto his crotch. Another time, he excused himself early from dinner, and then texted me to come meet him in the bathroom a few minutes later. I pretended that it was a friend I had to call back, and quickly joined him. A few minutes later, I was gulping down his cum.

A few times we got naked together – Craig’s got a surprisingly good body, and I fucking love how it feels when he runs his hands all over mine. At first I let him play with my tits because I knew he enjoyed it, but pretty soon, I was just as into it as him…if it wouldn’t have made things weird, I’d have taken off all my clothes every time we got together.

Then one night (about two weeks after the night he spanked me for the first time) we had a sort of a…moment. We were both naked, laying next to each other on his bed, just sort of casually playing with each other’s genitals…it wasn’t a high-pressure “must make each other cum” kind of situation, we were just letting off a little steam.

I was slowly stroking his cock, he was running his fingers up and down my pussy-lips (I’d started to shave, just to make sure going down on me was as easy as possible) and we were chatting about our day.

As things got a bit more heated, we both got quiet, and soon we were just laying there, looking into each other’s eyes. I started pumping up and down his dick a little faster, he slipped a finger into me and watched my mouth with a smile as I moaned.

Somehow, our bodies started to get closer and closer…until soon, my hand was coming into contact with my own stomach every time I pumped, and I could feel the heat of his chest against my breasts.

We were both getting closer and closer to cumming, and then it happened…

He leaned in and kissed me.

Now I should clarify – Craig had never kissed me before. I guess we’d both silently agreed it was too intimate, but there was something about it, the feeling of his tongue in my mouth, his stubble on my cheeks, the knowledge that he was my brother…it was fucking hot.

And so I kissed him back.

As I did, we froze. Every muscle in my body went tense, and I could feel his do the same. I kept my hand on his junk, and he still had two fingers inside my pussy, but neither of us were moving…just laying there, completely still, not sure what to do next.

Finally, I pulled away, and opened my eyes to see him looking back at me…not in fear, just casually, coolly seeing how I was going to react.

I considered running, or pretending nothing had happened, but then I remembered my mantra.

It’s only as weird as you make it.

Unable to stop myself, I giggled, and practically melted with relaxation as I saw a slow smile spreading over his face as well.

“That was hot,” I said frankly, and he just kırıkkale escort bayan grinned and nodded.

Letting go of his dick (reluctantly) I put both my hands on his face and started making out with him again. He put both his hands firmly on my ass – it didn’t feel as good as his hands on my pussy, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

We just lay there for ages, macking on each other. It had been so long since I’d had a boyfriend, and everyone kisses differently…I’d missed tasting the new tastes, enjoying the idiosyncrasies. Every now and again, for instance, my brother would nip at my lip slightly as we kissed, which I loved, and soon I was straddling him, one leg on either side of his prostrate body, kissing him passionately, wondering if he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy.

And that’s when it happened. That’s when things got weird.

I was getting more and more turned on as we made out, and when I’m turned on, I tend to…thrust, slightly, I guess. Well there I was, naked, on top of him, and as I thrusted, my pussy came into contact with his erection.

It felt amazing. It was just the slightest of slight brushes, but it was like a bolt of electricity travelled between our bodies. I gasped with pleasure, and – heaven help me – went to do it again when we both realized what was happening.

We were almost fucking.

I pulled back in shock, and even my normally-unflappable brother was staring at me, wide-eyed.

There was a long silence, and I could tell that this time…we wouldn’t be breaking it with laughter.

“I should…”

“Yeah.”

Nothing more was said as I gathered up my clothes and left for my own bedroom.

Up until then, the second week of DeGraves’ challenge had been the trickiest. My hormones had started to take over, I’d started to see everything as sexual, and it had been a genuine struggle to stop my hand from slipping between my legs at night.

But that night, as I got back to my own bed, sexually unfulfilled for the first time in weeks, I almost gave up the full four million. All I wanted to do was touch myself, get it out of my system…but since I couldn’t, I just tossed and turned, the image of Craig fucking me running through my mind over and over, getting me far more hot and bothered than I felt comfortable with.

###

Despite getting hardly any sleep, I awoke early the next morning, and immediately knew what I had to do.

I had to go in and wake Craig up with a blow-job. Partially, to remove any temptation he might have to touch himself, but more importantly – to ensure that things went back to normal between us.

You know, where “normal” is defined as pleasuring each other whenever we’re horny.

Fuck you, DeGraves, I thought, grumbling, as I put on a set of lingerie that I knew Craig would like. Why can’t you just be a normal billionaire? Why do you have to play with people like this?

Making sure the coast was clear (getting caught sneaking into my brother’s room in Victoria’s Secret underwear would, I knew, be pretty hard to explain) I made my way onto Craig’s bed and lifted up the covers…

And as I did, I saw a truly horrifying sight.

As he’d slept, his hand must have drifted into his underpants. His dick was still hard, but softening – his hand was resting on it, and his underpants were wet.

From the incredibly familiar smell, I could tell that he’d only just cum.

“Craig!” I said in shock, making sure to not be too loud.

“Oh, fuck…” he said when he awoke saw what he’d done. “Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! Does this count??”

I tried to remember the exact wording of the contract that we’d signed, but I couldn’t. For a brief moment, I was furious.

“What the fuck, Craig? How could you do this?”

“How could I do this?” he replied, sitting up and staring intensely into my eyes. “This is your damned fault – I dreamt all night about your little escapade last night. I couldn’t close my eyes without thinking about how good it felt, about how much I wanted to…”

He trailed off, and – not for the first time – I wondered what was wrong with me. Why did I find that strength of character, that dominance, so…so…

I took a deep breath, trying not to think about what he’d just said – or how much how he’d said it had affected me – and replied as calmly and rationally as I could.

“Look, it’s no one’s fault. I’m sorry for winding you up…we’ll just have to go see Lord DeGraves, and see what he says.”

“Fine,” Craig said, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ll make an appointment.”

###

The earliest DeGraves could see us was the next morning, and Craig and I avoided each other’s company until then. I knew we were both turned on – well, I knew that I was turned on, and I couldn’t imagine that my brother wasn’t – but it was too awkward…we didn’t want to risk using each other to get off needlessly. If it turned out that we’d already lost.

After escort kırıkkale a brief conversation, we agreed not to masturbate either…just in case.

One more almost-sleepless night later, the morning finally arrived. I went in to check on my brother, and was amused to find him laying asleep in bed wearing pajama pants…and a belt. At least he was taking this seriously.

“Wake up,” I said, throwing a pillow at his head.

He woke up, looked around sleepily and glared at me. I would have said it felt just like everything had before the wager, except for the pulse of arousal that passed through me at Craig’s glare.

Our parents let us borrow the car, and half an hour later, we were sitting in Lord DeGrave’s office, sipping the tea he’d insisted we take, waiting for him to get off the phone.

“Fine!” he finally said, rolling his eyes at whoever was on the other end. “Don’t mention horses…just get me a farm girl!”

Slamming the receiver down, he turned his attention to my brother and me.

“Now,” he said with a sickly smile upon his face. “What can I do for you two?”

I opened my mouth, but my brother put his hand on my arm, wordlessly silencing me, and leaned forward.

“Lord DeGraves,” he said confidently – why the hell was that confidence suddenly such a turn-on? He was my brother, for Pete’s sake…

“Lord DeGraves, we’ve got a potential problem.”

“Oh yes?” the old man said, licking his lips with glee. “Knocked her up already?”

“No!” I said angrily, but again Craig silenced me with a squeeze of my arm, and I obediently shut up.

“No, it’s not that. It’s me. I woke up to discover that I…”

“Came in your sleep?” DeGraves said, finishing my brother’s sentence with a cackle. “And it only took you a month!”

“That’s right,” Craig said. “We want to see the contract. We want to know if it breaks the rules.”

“Well…” his Lordship drawled. “I can have a look at that for you, but first I want to ask a few questions.”

“Anything,” my brother said, ignoring the daggers my eyes were shooting in his direction.

“This nocturnal orgasm – is this the first time you’ve cum since you were last in my office?”

“Of course,” my brother deftly lied, and I tried not to let the surprise show in my face. Well, I thought, mentally steeling myself for what was to come. If that’s the way we’re going to play it…

“So you two haven’t…fooled around.”

“Certainly not.”

He even managed to sound indignant, and I nodded along.

“Remember, I warned you what would happen if you lied to me…” Lord DeGraves said, and that dangerous tone appeared in his voice once more. Craig, however, held his ground, and I did too. “So let me ask you one more time – in the past month, you two haven’t touched each other sexually at all. No hand jobs, no licking, no sucking, no biting.”

“Of course not,” Craig said, and I shook my head in agreement.

“No…kissing?”

My cheeks went slightly red at that, something that I hoped the old man hadn’t noticed, and when Craig hesitated, I spoke up.

“Lord DeGraves, my brother and I aren’t animals. We’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Well, except the squirt in his sleep.”

“Yes…that’s what we wanted to talk to you about. Does that count?”

“Hmmm,” Mason DeGraves said, placing one wrinkled, old finger on his lips. “I’ll have to ask my lawyer. Petra m’dear, I’ll get you to wait in the garden while I do. Craig, you can stay here…”

###

I had no idea why he needed to split us up – I just hoped it wouldn’t be for cross-examination, to see if he could pick any holes in our story. I stepped outside, marveling at the manor’s beautiful garden (why did such a cretinous man have so much money?) and sat on the bench, admiring the flowers.

I’d been sitting there for a few minutes when I jumped with fright – a huge man had practically sneaked up on me. He looked mediterranean – I couldn’t quite tell from where, but his naked torso had the olive skin and swarthy stance of a man from Italy or Greece, or…I don’t know, Malta.

“Pardon, madam,” he said, his voice thick with a sexy European accent that I couldn’t even come close to placing. “I hope I did not to disturb you.”

“No,” I said with a laugh, “it’s fine.”

I blushed, and took a sip of tea to cover it – it had been two days since I’d gotten off now, and it was driving me up the wall.

“I am just to be…trimming the bushes.”

He held out a pair of shears, but I couldn’t stop staring at his chest.

“Of course,” I said. “Let me know if I get in your way.”

The next twenty minutes were, I can tell you, most pleasant. I just sat, sipping tea, watching as Hugo (or Pablo or Mario or whatever his name was) worked…the man was practically a work of art. His huge muscles bulged with every motion, his long dark hair blew in the breeze, and as he snipped away at the bush, a strange sort of pollen started drifting toward me.

It smelled nice, and though I don’t have any allergies, made my mind slightly hazy. As I watched and drank the tea and smelled the pollen, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mostly-naked man in front of me…how attractive he was…how good it would feel if he’d turn around, bend me over the garden bench, and do what my baby brother was too afraid to do…

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Notes:

1) ‘Joan’ and ‘Beth’ are the same person. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about in the present, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter the nature of our relationship.

2) This is a re-submission of an earlier story. I’ve started writing the story from Beth’s perspective and some scenes have changed as a result.

The setting for this story is Colin’s Beach, on the Columbia River north of Portland, OR. The setting is a real park and ‘Clothing Optional’ is a stated rule of the park. Everything that keeps the park ‘family friendly’ is included in the ‘unwritten, but understood’ rules as described in the story. Observations of the narrator are based on personal experience. All characters and events are fictional.

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Chapter 2: The Beach

My daughter had always disliked her name, Joan, considering it boring. She was named for Cathy’s favorite Aunt (Cathy and I divorced when Joan was 14 and her older brother Paul was 20). We had joint custody, with Joan staying with me from Thursday evening to Monday morning. When Joan finished high school, she decided to start going by her middle name, Beth (for Elizabeth). When she changed her name, it changed her, and the nature of our relationship. Joan was my daughter. Beth became my lover as of last night. She had intentionally gotten us both tipsy (she joined me in drinking beer), and then seduced me.

It was a cool evening, but we didn’t need a blanket. I just spooned with Beth as we both fell asleep, both completely sated.

The next morning, I woke up before Beth, and sat up in bed, admiring her — the cute face and magnificent body, sculpted by her twin passions of soccer and dancing. Looking at her, I started thinking about the last time I had seen her undressed. When she woke up I asked “Beth, do you remember changing together when we went swimming?”

“Of course” she answered. “Why?”

“I was just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve seen you naked.” We had been going to public pools in the area since she was a toddler. Cathy had joined us at the pool until Joan was about 4. Joan and I used the ‘Family Changing Rooms’ until she was 7 or 8. “You’ve changed a bit since then.”

She sat up and looked down at herself – including her B-cup breasts and the black pubic hair that had developed as she matured. “I was kinda’ short then…”

I chuckled “there is that.” I suggested that we start getting ready for the day. I pulled on my sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen to make coffee. As usual, I picked up the paper from the front porch and looked through it while the coffee was brewing. When it was done, I returned with two mugs to find Beth brushing her teeth in the master bath. The outfit she had selected for the day was on the bed. “I was hoping we could get ready together” she said around the brush.

“If you mean showering together , I’m all for it. I always appreciate having someone to wash my back.”

She replied, “That’s exactly what I had in mind. I’ve always envied your shower. The one in the guest bath is OK, but I like the double heads in yours.”

As I took off my sweatpants, I commented “I’m not sure why I bothered with these. It’s not like I had to worry about you seeing me as I crossed the living room.”

Beth giggled “I thought about saying something when you put them on.”

I took a hit of coffee. “During the week when you’re at Mom’s, I generally don’t wear anything until after my shower. To be honest, as long as it’s warm enough, I’m almost more comfortable naked than I am dressed.” As I said this, a thought struck me – something to bring up later.

“I’ve never seen Mom naked around the house – or anywhere, actually. I don’t think she’s seen me undressed either. Wait, there was one time I was late getting ready for soccer practice and I changed out of my leotard in the laundry room while she was there. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve seen her naked since the three of us changed to go swimming. I barely remember that since I was what, maybe 4 when she quit going with us? I’ve seen you naked countless times since then. Last night is the first time I’ve seen ‘all’ of you in about a decade.”

This led to comparing notes about locker rooms. “At the pool or the gym” I observed, “most guys are like me. If I’m changing into a swimsuit or running shorts, I undress and dress almost as if I’m at home; the only difference is that I’m putting things in a locker instead of a hamper. I don’t try to cover myself when I’m naked, but I’ll generally be facing the locker. When I’m taking a shower afterwards, I don’t bother covering myself after undressing, and am perfectly comfortable walking around naked. Some guys will wrap a towel around their waist, but most won’t bother. One of the cardinal rules in men’s locker rooms is that you never overtly look at another man’s kıbrıs escort junk, but I doubt I’m the only guy who will steal an occasional covert glance. Generally it’s if there’s something unusual, like he’s shaved his crotch, or is unusually large or small.”

Beth seemed to be trying to visualize this before she spoke. “I’m not quite that immodest, but I’m virtually an exhibitionist compared to some of my classmates.” She had just graduated from High School so of course, her experience with locker rooms was dominated by the one at school. “I change out of street clothes pretty much the same way as you do – basically ‘take off the street clothes and put on the soccer stuff.’ If I’m wearing something that I don’t want to get wrinkled, I’ll fold it or whatever before putting it into the locker, but I’m still wearing at least underwear at that point. A few girls would change in the stalls for gym class, but most just change, facing their locker.

The rule about not looking seems to be about the same for the crotch, but does not apply to boobs. Some girls still may occasionally make a comment. When we started needing bras in middle school, it seemed we were always talking about cup sizes and stuff. Late bloomers would bemoan their lack, or comment about ‘taking notes for future use.’ Looking back, we were almost always covered from the waist down, but would comment about our boobs as we were putting on – or taking off – our bras. Among the soccer team, most of the recent boob comments relate to the effectiveness of various sports bras. Most of us are small enough that it isn’t really an issue. After PE everybody would wrap themselves in a towel walking to the showers. Afterwards, about half would dry themselves behind the curtain before leaving the shower stall and wear the towel back to their locker. I was part of the group who would dry off as we walked, and not worry about the occasional, inevitable flashing. After soccer practice, we’re all fairly immodest. At school, soccer players and girls playing other sports generally used their sport lockers for PE, so we would be together. I remember Shannon and Jackie once wondering if the super-modest girls were ‘different’ somehow. They were just loud enough that the athletes could hear them, but others couldn’t.”

Both Shannon and Jackie had been on Joan’s team a few times during the years when I had been Joan’s coach (or assistant coach). I could easily see them making a comment like that, in the way Beth described. It would be strictly for the amusement of the audience, and in no way pejorative of the ‘victims.’

By this time we had both emptied our mugs, and had gotten into the shower together. I did wash her back, but didn’t stop there. I let both hands drift down to massage her ass then slipped one hand between her legs to feel the slit where they met. She spread her legs slightly and I took advantage of the space by sliding my thumb up into her pussy. This left my fingers free to find her clit and tickle it. While my right hand had stayed down, my left hand slid up and around to pinch the nipples that popped out of her perfectly formed breasts. She leaned back into me and the water cascaded down her front as if to control the heat generated by my hands. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, and I nuzzled her neck. My cock had sprung to attention and was now between her legs, seeking what my hand had found. With one motion, I removed my thumb and guided my cock into her pussy just as she moaned with her orgasm. Once I was inside her, I moved my free hand around her to stimulate her clitoris from the front. Beth’s orgasm subsided, but my cock had missed it. A few quick thrusts in Beth’s warm folds were enough to set off my eruption and flood her with cum. This time it was my orgasm that pushed her over the edge as she came again.

After I pulled out, she started to lean down to take me in her mouth. I stopped her, pointing out that there was probably a fair amount of soap mixed in with our juices, so I suggested that we both pass on tasting each other this time. She had perfected the ‘puppy-dog pout’ years ago, and used it. Adding insult to injury, she wasn’t entirely pleased with the selection of toiletries in my shower, but felt she could survive a day without HER shampoo and conditioner.

She the returned the favor and washed my back. Her hands wandered much as mine had earlier. When finished with my back, she massaged my ass, then both hands slipped to the front. She washed my balls with one hand, while the other ensured that my member was clean. I thoroughly enjoyed the hand-job but it was clearly her first time. She wasn’t able to make me cum, but I thoroughly enjoyed her attention.

As we were drying off, she asked if it was OK to bring her stuff to the master bath when we were done. This brought up the elephant in the room. I had considered last night a single, ‘special occasion.’ Beth clearly thought that she and escort kıbrıs I would be sleeping together on a regular basis. She had broken up with her boyfriend shortly before graduation. They didn’t have a fight or anything; they just decided that, since they were going to different colleges in the fall, they should transition to ‘just friends’ when they weren’t seeing each other regularly at school. Beth’s refusal to fuck him probably contributed to his accepting the arrangement – apparently her (excellent) BJ’s weren’t enough for him. For now, she and I were both ‘single.’ If we were going to be sleeping together regularly, it could continue almost indefinitely since she had a full-ride scholarship at one of the top soccer programs in the country, which happened to be in our home town – Portland. She was one of four girls from her high school team who had accepted Soccer scholarships to the University of Portland (the other three were Karen, Shannon and Jackie), and the four of them had arranged to share a ‘suite’ (two bedrooms connected to a common bathroom) together. They had all agreed to cover for each other in terms of bed-checks, and wouldn’t question where anyone spent the night. One of the few rules was that males could not spend the night in the suite.

At this point my cock was saying “go for it. She’s hotter than any of the dates you’ve had in the last 4 years, and you’ve already identified 2 shared kinks.” Beth enjoyed receiving and giving oral sex, and last night she expressed interest in watching me pee. Cathy didn’t really share my interest in either kink. Occasionally when we showered together, she would let me watch her pee. She seemed to enjoy having me go down on her but was not eager to return the favor. Cathy had never tasted herself, while Beth stated that she had, and found that she liked it. The pee fetish was a bit more tenuous — I know I was into it, but Beth had only mentioned that she liked watching me. The sex we shared last night was incredible. I don’t remember ever cumming more than twice in one session. The blow-job she gave me was one of the best I have ever had, and she seemed eager to learn whatever I was willing to share with her.

On the other hand, I had to consider her future. Although I didn’t see her as my daughter (last night was sufficient proof of that) the fact remained that she was, and her best interests were my primary responsibility. “Beth, we need to talk about this. I want to start by saying that I love you – as Beth. I loved Joan in the same way as any father loves his ‘little girl.’ As Beth, you are my lover, with everything that implies. Although you no longer see me as your father – and to be honest – last night would have been a lot different if I still saw you as my daughter, that doesn’t change the facts. As much as I would like to take you as my wife, the LGBTQ cause has no plans to include ‘Incest’ in their campaign for marriage equality. Prior to last night, I was in complete agreement with them on that point. After last night, I’ve had second thoughts, but nature itself is on their side, and you should know that I’m reluctant to argue with ‘Mother Nature.’ Incest is about the only universal taboo – and you know enough genetics to understand why.”

Beth clearly understood what I was saying and, just as clearly, wasn’t happy about it. “The taboo is from the increased likelihood of deformities. You’ve had a vasectomy, so you can’t get me pregnant.”

“So you don’t plan on ever having children? Yes, I know there are ways around it. Your cousin Janet and her wife have two children. The children have two loving parents, but they will never know their ‘biological father.’ Growing up with two Mommies or two Daddies is now accepted. Coming from a household where Mommie is living with Grandpa would be different. Besides the issue of children, I’m obviously old enough to be your father and, despite advances in medical technology, I will likely die some 40 years before you do. You remember your grandmother, but you never really met my mother. Because of Alzheimer’s, the person who raised me was gone by the time you were old enough to remember her. My father died when he was 66, and she was a widow until she died some 30 years later. For 20 years, she did all the things they had planned to do together, but she was alone. She sometimes had a friend with her, but it’s not the same as sharing an experience with someone you love.”

Beth seemed to realize that I had a point. Regardless of our feelings, we would be fighting Mother Nature.

I then thought of a middle road that placated my loudest internal voice (that of my cock) while satisfying my parental instincts. “Let’s try this: For this summer we can sleep together when you’re here. When school starts, you have to start dating guys from school – being on the soccer team should be a major asset to that end. You can spend an occasional weekend with me or your Mom, but you have to kıbrıs escort bayan spend approximately equal time with both of us. If you spend the night here, you will sleep in your room, and I’ll sleep in mine. In essence, this is a ‘summer affair’ with no extensions. You were able to break up with David, and this will have to be like that. I will also have to find a suitable fuck-buddy when you start school.

“While you are looking for a boyfriend, remember that being known as a slut is bad, but being thought of as ‘easy’ is worse. The latter can be dangerous when you say ‘no.’ Knowing what I do about the friends you’re rooming with, they’ll help with that.

“When you find a boyfriend your age – or at least close, he has precedence. You shouldn’t (I was tempted to say ‘aren’t allowed to’) compare him to me – especially in bed. I have about 25 years more experience in pleasing women than he will. While you’re pleasing him, you can encourage him to be a better lover. Some women won’t tell their partners how to please them, thinking it may hurt a guy’s feelings. I’ve always encouraged them to let me know what they like, since every woman is different. Although you didn’t say much in the bedroom last night, your body spoke volumes. In the shower this morning, you didn’t say a word save the occasional moan, but again your body told me what to do. You mentioned last night that you masturbate and you can use your experience from that as a guide as well. If he’s, pardon the pun, ‘rubbing you the wrong way,’ tell him. Say ‘I get hot when I touch myself like this’ or something like that. If a guy doesn’t care enough to listen when you tell him what you like, he isn’t worth your time. The same applies to boys who think they know your body better than you do.

“Either way, he’s not nearly as bad as the ‘if you loved me you’d let me’ assholes I warned you about a few years ago, but if he’s not interested enough to listen to you in bed, it’s unlikely he’ll care about your needs elsewhere. It took me a more than a few years to catch the non-verbal signals, and again, every woman is different. You could easily fake an orgasm with most guys. Don’t, but tell him how to give you the real thing. I don’t think you could ‘fake it’ with me, and your orgasm makes mine so much better. We can both work on ‘training the trainer’ over the summer.”

Beth thought about it, and finally responded. “I think that will work, but I’m not keen on the idea of you and me being a ‘summertime fling.’ Coaching a guy about sex seems odd, but David didn’t hesitate in giving me pointers about going down on him. I can also see how it would help. I especially like that ‘training the trainer’ bit.”

To celebrate finding a ‘solution’ to the dilemma, I threw my towel on the bed and sat back on it. Beth didn’t need any encouragement to climb onto my lap. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy as she scooted forward with her knees hugging my waist. If she’s going to find a boyfriend, she might as well know as many options as I can cover in the time we had. An advantage to this particular configuration is that she can set the pace. She started by shifting her ass around a bit, discovering how she could shift my cock inside herself. After that, she raised herself almost tentatively for the first couple strokes, but was soon slamming herself onto my shaft. She lifted herself to just short of the point that I would slip out of her, then drop quickly enough that the bed bounced under me. Once again, her strength as a soccer player helped her out. I’ve shared this position with other women, but none came close to matching Beth’s power or stamina (although the latter trait wasn’t really an issue). While marveling at her strength, I was also savoring the feeling of her sex surrounding mine. Her vagina hugged my cock with moist warmth. When she lifted herself, I could feel the coolness of the room on my exposed shaft. This only made her engulfing me that much more pleasurable. Her breasts were small, but large enough to bounce when she landed on me. We both had just showered, but I could easily smell her arousal. Even the sound of her butt cheeks slamming my thighs only increased the pleasure.

As with her previous orgasms, she whimpered as she came and her pussy’s reaction pulled me with her. As she came, she fell forward and hugged me, squeezing her breasts against my chest as we shared a coffee-flavored kiss. Afterwards, she rotated herself for a quick 69 – insisting that we make up for the opportunity missed in the shower to ‘clean each other.’ I may have ended up cleaner, and I sucked some of my cum out of her, but she was as wet afterwards as she was before. When she was done sucking me, she asked if other guys would cum when she did. I explained how her orgasm set me off — and why I doubted she could fake an orgasm with me. I said that it may happen with other lovers, but she was the first woman who could set me off like she did. We then got dressed and headed out to the kitchen to finish the coffee and grab breakfast.

It was time to bring up my earlier idea. I asked her if she had plans for the day. “Karen and I were talking about maybe going shopping or something, but never finalized anything. Did you have something in mind?”

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I wanted to know more about these boys crude treatment of Sharon. Manhandling her. Her saying, she is their slut. It worried me. Sharon told me that it was just a segment of assignments.

“How many?” I asked.

“A dozen or so.” She replied.

Her reply echoed in my mind and I thought, ‘How many of these things have they made?’

“I have to admit, that it is a little thrilling. But, I don’t want to be thought of like that, or treated that way, all the time.”

She went to Chris’ room and came back a couple of minutes later. Smiling, she said, “I know a couple of his hiding places,” as she held up a card. It was labeled, ‘They control her.’ The card was full of short film clips.

The first was Sharon in the back yard, working in her flower bed. She looks up and smiles as Timmy says, “Hi’ya, Mrs. Thomas.”

“Hi-e.” She replied, sweetly.

“What’ya doin?” He asked as he walked over to her.

“Spreading these out a bit. They’ve gotten root bound.”

“I think my root’s a little bound, too.” He said rubbing his crotch.

“Tim-my! Must you always be so crude?”

“Aw, you know you love it, Mrs. Thomas.” He said as he unzipped his pants. “Now, how about takin care a my root?”

She looked up and smiled. “Wait’ll we go inside.”

“You’re takin care a roots, Mrs. Thomas. So, take care a mine. Now!”

Smiling meekly, she turned toward him and reached for his exposed cock.

As she stroked it, he said, “Get to it, Mrs. Thomas. Suck it. Unbound my cock, Mrs. Thomas.”

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Right there, in broad daylight, in the backyard.

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock like a good slut, Mrs. Thomas. That’s what ya are, you know. My slut.” He closed his eyes as her lips went tightly up and down his cock.

Then it was a couple of minutes, of Sharon bobbing her head on his cock.

“Before I come in your mouth, tell me what you are, Mrs. Thomas.”

Sharon grasped his cock, moved her head back and looked up at him with lust filled eyes. “I’m your slut, Baby. Your … Slut. I wanna eat your cum.”

“Get back at it, slut. Go for the gold. I’m ready ta feed ya.”

Sharon went back to sucking him off. In less than a minute, he grabbed her head and jammed his cock down her throat. She gagged and gulped as he emptied his balls. He let go of her head and his spent cock slipped from her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

“Oooo, Weee, Mrs. Thomas. Ur one good cock sucker. Tell ya what. I’m gonna come back this afternoon for a fuck. I want ya in heels, no panties. And, when I walk in, you bend over for it.”

Sharon looked down and meekly said, “OK.”

“What’s gonna happen this afternoon, Mrs. Thomas?’

“I’m going to wear heels. No panties. And, as soon as you walk in, I’m to bend over to be fucked.”

“Yeah, that’s right, Mrs. Thomas. See ya later.” He left and the camera went back to Sharon, kneeling there smiling.

The next scene was the follow up. Timmy came in the house. They said, “Hello.” Then Sharon turned around and presented herself for fucking. No foreplay, just here’s my pussy, fuck me.

He entered her unready pussy forcefully, causing her to cry out. Without a word, he fucked her hard and fast. After cuming, he wiped his cock on her ass and left.

The ending shot was her bent over with cum dripping down her legs from her pussy.

Another, was Sharon in the basement, doing laundry.

“Hey, Mrs. Thomas. Where ya at?” Timmy called out from upstairs.

“Down here.” Sharon replied.

Timmy came bouncing downstairs. They smiled at each other.

“Wow Mrs. Thomas! You look good, even when ya work.” “Why, Thank You, Timmy.”

“Yeah, I can almost see them tits a urs, through that dress.”

“Timmy! The ‘compliment’ was ruined, when the ‘redneck’ started.”

“Aw, you always say that stuff, but you know ya like it. An I can see them puppies movin round.” Sharon smiled. “Ya wearin panties? I can’t tell.”

“Yes! I’m wearing panties. Now, can’t you talk about something else?”

He had made his way behind her. Quickly, he reached out and grabbed her from behind. His hands on her tits, he pulled her back and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Get them panties off. I wanna taste ur pussy.”

“Timmy, Honey. Let me finish, and we can go up to bed.”

“Get them panties, OFF SLUT! I wanna taste ur pussy, RIGHT NOW!” He was still kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. She sighed, pulled her dress up and wiggled out of her panties.

“Can we, please, go to bed, Honey?”

“Shut up, slut! N git on that washer!” He growled, spun her around and lifted her up. “Ya want me ta eat ur pussy, for I fuck ya. Don’t ya, Slut?” He said, as he pushed her legs apart.

“Yes, yes, use your slut, baby. I’m yours, use me.”

“That’s right, Mrs. Thomas. Ur mine ta use. Ain’t nobody, been in there today, have they? Don’t want no surprises, when I stick my tongue in that hot hole a urs.” He said as he leaned in to smell her pussy.

“No, baby. kastamonu escort Nobody’s been there.” Sharon softly said, waiting for him to do as he wanted. She wanted it too, because he very seldom took care of her instead of making her service him in some way. She caressed his head.

He licked the length of her pussy, sending a shiver through her. He smiled, and began licking all over, in earnest. Sending continued shivers through her body. He began sucking her inner and out lips, into his mouth, between licks causing her to tremble and hold his head.

It wasn’t until he moved to her clit, that she shook violently, causing her tits to dance under the dress.

“Damn, Mrs. Thomas! Ya got a hair trigger, today. I’m gonna let ya have another one a those before I fill ur pussy with boy cum.” After a couple of licks, he looked up and said. “Git that dress off. I wanna look up n see them tits.”

Sharon pulled the dress off, leaving her completely naked with tits swaying. Timmy looked up, smiled and began licking her pussy again. He was watching her tits jiggle as she trembled from the sensations his mouth was giving her pussy.

He stayed at it longer, this time, before he tongued her g-spot and nosed her clit, for the final push to her orgasm. She was gasping and shaking so much, her bouncing tits were a blur.

His tongue came out. The tip touching the bottom of her pussy. Curling up, it parted her lips and entered her vagina. Continuing upward, it curled around to her g-spot as his nose rubbed her clit. He did this several times.

Sharon was really shaking. Her fingers curled through his hair as she gripped his head. She was having a long hard orgasm.

Finally, his head continued up. His tongue lifted her protruding, hard, throbbing clit and he sucked it into her mouth.

That was it for Sharon. She was having a massive orgasm. Her legs clamped against his ears as she doubled over, shaking violently and pulled his head against her pussy. The only thing Timmy could do was keep tonguing and sucking while she had this orgasm of orgasms.

When her whimpers and shaking subsided, Sharon released Timmy’ head. He looked up smiling and said, “Da-um, Mrs. Thomas, ya had a bigun! I had ta swallow fast, ta keep from drownin on ur cum.”

Sharon’ eyes were closed and she continued shaking as he stood. She was still dazed by her orgasm, when Timmy pulled her off the washer and spun her around.

“Time ta fuck ya.” He said as he pushed her head down on the washer. With one hand on the small of her back, he rubbed his cockhead all over her pussy. “What ya want, Mrs. Thomas? Huh? What ya want?”

“Fucked.” Sharon moaned.

“Huh, what’s that?”

“Fucked! I want fucked!”

“Why’s that, Mrs. Thomas?”

“Cause I’m a slut. I’m your (he slammed into her, causing her to cry out) SLUT.”

Holding her hips, buried completely in her, he asked, “Whadaya, say?” “Please.”

“No-o!”

“Fuck Me! Fuck Your Slut!”

Smiling, he started full length, rapid thrusts. Pulling back on her hips with each forward lunge. Sharon was moaning and holding on to the washer to keep from being driven forward by his hard thrusts.

Looking down, he watched her pussy pull out along his cock and fold back in with it, repeatedly. Her tits, swung wildly, beneath her. Each time he drove it home, she moaned or whimpered as he grunted.

He kept at it, never slowing up, until Sharon cried out, “Oh, God, Baby! Please cum. Cum in your slut. … Oh God, Please Cum In Your Slut. Give It To Me!”

I don’t know if it was her words or if he was ready, but, with a grimace on his face, he slammed into her hard.

Sharon cried out, “Yessss!”

“There Slut … Fillin … your … cunt … with … boy … cum.” Each word emphasized with a hard push into her.

Moaning and gasping whimpers, Sharon writhed on his spewing young cock. He held himself against her as all movement came to a stop.

“Pick up ur panties and put ’em on. Don’t want my cum runnin down ur legs, when I pull out.”

Sharon obeyed. As he pulled out, she pulled her panties up.

“Clean my cock off, slut. I can’t go to school smellin like your cunt.” Sharon got on her knees and began licking him clean. “Don’t forget my balls. You juiced them up too.” Once again, she did exactly as he said.

Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left. It ended with Sharon on her knees. She licked her lips and wiped her face with her hand.

All of these were basically the same. One or the other, would come in, grab her tits, ass or pussy and either fuck her or have her suck them off. With total indifference. Calling her a slut and having her say she was. Making her do the nasty clean up.

Yes, it was a turn on, watching it. But, I still didn’t like her being treated that way. Sharon explained, they were through with that. And, Chris got double grades from the review committee, the class, and the professor.

My further shock was yet to come, after Sharon sucked and fucked escort kastamonu me. She told me about her and Sherry. Chris needed a Mother/Daughter theme and since he was fucking both of them, he wanted them to do it.

“I’d never eaten pussy or messed with a woman. And, besides, honey, I’d rather do it with Sherry than some unknown girl.”

I’d find out about that, later. It sank in that they were all having sex and I wasn’t getting shit. I mean, hell, Sharon wasn’t fucking me any more than normal. And, Sherry sure as hell wasn’t giving me any, not even looks at her voluptuous body. My son was getting more pussy than a porn star, from his mother and sister. I was getting pissed about being the dumbass husband, supporting the family fucking, and Sharon could feel my mood change.

“What’s the matter, Honey?”

“I think you know! Until I found that bag, I was just the idiot husband, whose family was fucking behind his back!”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I got up and left. I had to resolve this new found conflict in my mind. I quickly dressed and left the house. Knowing better than to drive, I walked and thought. Thought about what a dumbass I was for all of this fucking going on under my nose.

I love Sharon and never would have thought of any of this. The idea of her fucking someone else, irritated me. Yet, I liked watching it, especially with our son. And, the tiny thought of Sherry had grown into a full out desire to fuck and suck her pussy dry. But, I wasn’t getting any!

I just walked and thought, walked and thought, until my cell rang.

“J C, Honey. Where are you?”

“Uh, don’t know.” I said, looking around. I really didn’t know where I was. I was just walking and thinking.

“J C, Please tell me where you are. You’ve been gone almost two hours. Let me come and get you!”

I looked around and realized, I had almost walked to the next town, eight miles away. “Uh, take the cemetery road, west, I’ll wait here.”

“How far?”

“Just take the road!” I hung up and sat down.

It seemed to take longer than I thought it shoud, for her to get there. When I finally saw the car, I thought, ‘What’d she do, fuck one of her boys first!’ But, she didn’t, she got me something cold to drink, on the way. I was bitter, because I wasn’t getting any. That was going to change and it was Sharon who was bringing it about.

She pulled up and I sat there. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but smile. ‘Son-of-a-bitch! I still love her!’ She got out of the car and brought me the ice-tea. Without saying anything, she let me drink. When I stood up, I almost dropped the tea, when she hugged and kissed me.

I let her drive. After we got going, she said, “You know, I think I know what’s bothering you.”

“Oh?”

With a big smile, she said, “Yeah, and I’ve taken care of that.”

“And, just how have you taken care of what’s bothering me?”

“I called, Sherry. She’s on her way home.”

“But, she’ll miss classes.”

“It won’t hurt. Besides, she’s wanted what I asked her to do, for a long time.”

‘Now what? I gotta watch my daughter fuck somebody!’ “OK, just what did you ask her to do?”

Her foot came off the gas as she looked at me smiling. “Why, Fuck You, Of Course!”

I got lightheaded and dizzy, “What! You asked her to come home and have sex with me. And, and, she’s coming!”

“Sure! That is your problem, isn’t it? Everybody’s getting some, but you. Now, I can watch you and Sherry. Like you watched, me and Chris.”

The realization of it sank in. ‘Damn! I’m really going to make love with my ‘Sexy Little, Big Titted, Daughter!’ I got weak again.

We didn’t talk, the rest of the way home. I sat there thinking about what I’d do, and how I’d do it. All fantasy. And in this case, reality turned out to be much, much better.

Since it was going to be several hours before Sherry got home from school, I wanted to know about this Paul fella. I couldn’t think of any Paul that we knew or the kids knew.

“So, tell me. Is that Paul, the other man, I have to worry about?”

Sharon looked down. “Oooo, yes and no. He is the other man.” That was a punch in the gut. “But, you don’t have to worry about him.”

“WELL! Who is he?”

Still looking down she softly said, “Paul Finley.”

‘Paul Finley … Paul Finley.’ I thought. “I don’t know a Paul Finley.”

“Yes you do. Him and his wife, used to live behind us.”

“So, the two of you’ve been at it for a long time.”

“No-o!” She said, exasperated. “We only did it twice, for Chris. Besides, you know he’s old enough to be my father.”

That’s when it hit me, who he was. ‘Fin … Ol’ Fin.’ “You mean, Ol’ Fin and his wife Lu something or other?”

Her eyebrows shot up to make a point. “LU ANN! Her name was Luann and his name is Paul.”

“She …”

“Died of cancer and he moved to an apartment.”

“So how did you two …”

“Get together? Well, Chris needed a Father/Daughter shoot. He wasn’t about to talk to you kastamonu escort bayan about it, so he asked me to think of something. At first I couldn’t, then I remembered what Luann told me about Paul.”

“What’s, he hung?”

“OOOOOOO!” Sharon growled in irritation. “Why are you men always worried about someone having a bigger cock than you do?”

“Maybe, cause you women are always slobbering over them.”

“Oh, we are not! As long as it gets hard, a cock is a cock.”

“And, Tits are tits. Don’t get upset when I look.”

“OK, OK! Now can I get back on subject?” I nodded, yes. Sharon shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Luann told me Paul had an ejaculation problem.”

When Sharon said that, I thought ‘premature ejaculation’ and said that. “No-o. He has a hard time ejaculating. To the point that often, he doesn’t. He would go at it for hours, until she would go dry and get raw. She had to buy lubricant, by the box. Any way, I asked her one time, if she ever helped him with oral sex. And, she said, ‘Oh, No. Never!’

“You saying, she never gave him a blowjob?”

“That’s right. I found out, for sure from Paul. She never sucked his cock or let him eat pussy. She considered it, ‘Just Plain Nasty,’ to do that sort of thing.”

“Whoa! I thought, everyone performed a little oral.”

“Not, LuLu, as Paul called her. Anyway, I figured he was an old man who didn’t live around here and was alone for a while. I looked him up and gave him a call. He agreed to meet me for lunch, one day.”

“So, you just, up and asked him to fuck you.”

“No-o! Stop the smartass!”

“Yeah, OK. Sorry.”

“You will be, if you keep it up. … We small talked and I found out he wasn’t involved with someone. Then I told him about Chris’ studies. He wasn’t offended by it, so I told him about needing someone for a Father/Daughter shoot.”

“What’d he say?”

“He just looked at me. I put my hand on his and said, ‘I’m asking you to be my father, for it.’ And, his eyes got big.”

“And?”

“After a long pause, which had me thinking he wouldn’t, he smiled and said, ‘Really! You want me to be in a love scene, with you?’ I squeezed his hand and said, ‘Not a love scene, an intercourse scene. He said, ‘Goddamn, you’re serious, aren’t you?’ I said I was and he agreed to wait for my call.”

Sharon said she made the arrangements with Chris and called Paul. When he got to the house, he was nervous, because he’d never done anything like that before. They took it slow. Chris had them posing in and out of the house, doing things.

Then Chris had them bumping into each other, inside. When Chris told Paul to put his hand on Sharon’ ass, he slowly did it. Sharon said, she caressed his cheek and then kissed him. But, he didn’t loosen up until she put his other hand on her tit.

Sharon said, she said, “Do you understand now, dad, that I want to help you with anything. Anything at all. Now that mom’s gone.” Then she turned into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He loosened up more and his hands began to roam. They moved down to the small of her back and paused before one moved to her ass and squeezed. She wiggled and leaned back, his hands came up and began fumbling with her blouse.

She helped him remove it, and then took his hands and put them on her sides, and said, “Undo my bra.”

“You shoulda seen the look on his face, when I shrugged my bra off and put his hands on my tits.”

“I can imagine. If someone did that to me, I’d have a look too.”

“A tit hound, like you wouldn’t. You’d just start in on ’em.”

“Anyway, he just played with ’em for a bit. Until I pulled his head down to them. Then he went nuts, licking, kissing and sucking them.”

“I bet! It’s not everyday an otherwise strange woman, does that for a guy.”

“Yeah, you’d love it.” I smiled, cause I would.

*

“I put a hand between his legs. He was hard, so I began taking off his pants. He didn’t stop going after my tits, until they dropped. Then his head shot up and he looked at me, in surprise.

I kissed him, dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down. I looked up and smiled as I took his cock in my hand. He said, ‘Ah, um, uh. You sure you want to do that?”

‘Uh huh, I’m sure, dad.’ I said, before I licked the underside of it. A shiver ran through him. When I put it in my mouth, his whole body jerked and he moaned, ‘OH God!’

His legs started trembling. I didn’t know if he was going to stay on his feet, because the more I sucked, the more his legs shook.

His hands went for my head, several times, until I put them there. That helped him quit bobbing up and down so much. He moaned out, loudly, ‘Dear God! This is fantastic! Oh, My!’ And he really started shaking.

I’d only been sucking his cock for about five minutes, when it got harder, signaling he was about to cum. He tried pulling back and stepped back. But, I stayed with him and kept sucking. I tickled his balls and his cock throbbed as the first spurt blasted into my mouth.

‘Aaaaaaaah, Gaaawd!’ He cried out and began shaking, uncontrollably.

Boy did he cum a lot, it was all I could do to get it all. He was grunting and gasping as he shook all over. I couldn’t understand it, Luann said he had a hard time ejaculating, yet here he did it like the rest of you. ‘Build Up and Blast Off.’

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