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At last we come to the final chapter of this wonderful family fuckfest.

After Young Dan had been introduced to the festivities with his Mom, Gracie; of course he was also encouraged to help me out with his Nan. The family had become quite an incestuous one. With all the members getting involved at times, it became a very hot and lustful experience.

Unfortunately, the original Nan from the first few stories had passed away a couple of years previously but my Mom and Dad still came to visit regularly. Dan Snr. Would be only to eager to take my Gracie to bed, at the same time as young Dan and I would get together with Mom.

It had finally come to the time when JD would indoctrinate young Fran, his daughter. Then Young Dan would also get to taste the fruits of his lovely sister.

One evening just after Fran’s 18th birthday party, we were all sitting in the lounge room watching the TV. JD got up and said he was going to put on a Video instead.

When he sat down and turned on the remote, it was a porn movie. It contained a father and daughter, then a brother and sister settling into a fuck session.

I think he was giving us a signal that he wanted to be part of something the same!!!!!!

I stood up and sat myself on the sofa beside my daughter and put my arm around her and proceeded to explain the situation to her. How the family was so involved with each other. All the while I ran my hands up and down her arms and ‘accidentally’ brushed against the sides of her breasts. She was amazed at what she was hearing and when I took one of her stiff nipples in between my finger and thumb, she turned to me and kissed me. Not the usual Daddy-daughter kiss, but a full on French kiss. I felt that this was a way of both acknowledging and agreeing to become part of the family festivities in the future.

I bent my head and kissed her on the neck and swirled my tongue behind her ear, and boldly began to cup both her tits in the palms of my hands and pressure those wonderful mounds of flesh.

Now Fran was about 5′ 6″ tall with a willowy body and perky tits. She was about a 34C cup size, in fact, a beautiful hand and mouthful. She had a bouncy way of walking and a booty that would jiggle when she moved, a delight to the male eyes. She had reddish-brown hair cut into a bob and large bright blue eyes. She laughed a lot and was a very happy young girl.

While JD was working on his daughter, Young Dan had slipped onto the arm of the seat where his Mom, Gracie, was sitting. He also let his hands wander over her bustline while watching JD. He was horny and wanted to get with his Mom so badly, but knew he had to wait until his Dad took his sister to the bedroom.

JD stood up and held out his hand to young Fran and led her away from the room, to the bedroom. He whispered in her ear, “Is this what you want my sweet girl.”

Fran looked at her Daddy and nodded. “Oh yes, Daddy, I want you to be my first man.”

They proceeded to the bedroom. JD closed the door over but didn’t lock it, leaving it a little ajar. He knew that young Dan and Gracie would want to watch the proceedings later.

Of course, JD and Fran had barely disappeared into the bedroom before young Dan started to strip his Mom. She also wanted him so badly. Young Dan went on his knees küçükçekmece escort and started to eat his Mom’s pussy before JD and Fran were even undressed.

JD held Fran in his arms and started to loosen her clothing, he unbuttoned her blouse and then undid the clasp of her bra and let them both drop to the floor. Turning her around to face him, he fondled her breasts and lowered his head and started to suckle both globes of flesh and lick the nipples with the tip of his tongue. Young Fran was in ecstasy by now; none of her boyfriends had ever gone this far and she realized that this is what “making love” was all about. JD worked at her jeans and slipped the zip down, at the same time dragging her panties down with the jeans until they too landed on the floor, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

JD did all this before taking off any of his own clothing so Fran began to unbutton his shirt and slipped it down his arms and it fell to the floor to join her garments. JD lifted her in his arms and lay her across the bed facing towards him, then he knelt down at the side of the bed and inhaled the aroma of that beautiful virgin pussy in front of him.

He stuck his tongue out and laved and licked the sides of her Garden of Eden and slowly lifted the hood of the clit with his tongue and began to gently nibble it. Fran was in heaven, never would she have thought that it would be like this. She had heard from girls at school who had lost their virginity on the back seats of cars and that hadn’t sounded too great. But to be here with her own Daddy was a thrill she could never have imagined.

JD continued to build up the tension in that wonderful cunt until Fran screamed, “Oh Daddy, I think I’m cumming. Please help me.”

JD continued feasting on her pussy and cunt until she shuddered to a mighty orgasm.

They lay on the bed together to recoup their strength.

“Daddy, I never thought it would be so wonderful.”

“Well my darling, we have only just begun, Daddy wants for finish making love to you by fucking you and taking your virginity. Is that what you want too?”

“Oh yes Daddy, I want to be a woman in every way. Will you fuck me often from now on.”

“I am sure that can be arranged, whenever young Dan is with your Mom, I will be in your bed with you, if you want me. How does that sound?”

“Fine with me Daddy, but I think we have something else to do before the night is over,”

“Just you lay there on your back Daddy, now I am going to make you happy.”

Fran then proceeded to run her tongue around his nipples and down his stomach. She reached the base of his stiff cock, and gasped at the size of it. It ran in the family that all the men were at least seven and half to eight inches long and quite thick. She ran her hands up and down that love pole working it so that the pre-cum started to eject from the eye of the penis. Then she lowered her head and engulfed the knob of his stiff stick into her mouth, working her lips up and down the shaft and having a virtual feast of hot rod. JD was by this time, extremely horny and ready to pour out his seed, so he pulled her head away from his cock and told her that he was just about to cum.

“That is okay Daddy, I want you to cum in my kurtköy escort mouth.”

That was all the words he needed to hear, and he erupted into the cavern of her sweet mouth, and she swallowed all but the last few drops which overflowed and ran down her chin.

“Mmmm, that was so good Daddy. When can you get it up again so that we can eventually fuck?”

“Just give me five minutes baby, and I will be all ready for you.”

As they lay on the bed, Fran played with JD’s cock and it didn’t take too long for him to rise to the occasion, once again.

JD continued to lie on his back and picked Fran up under the arms and sat her on top of his upper legs.

“I am going to sit you on top of my cock sweetheart, that way you can lower yourself down onto it and fuck me as slowly or fast as you want. This is your night and I want you to enjoy it as much as I am.”

“Okay Daddy. Anyway you want is alright with me.”

So Fran sat atop her fathers thighs and rocked herself back and forth, and gradually bought the lips and mouth of her cunt to meet the head of JD’s cock. Both knew that there would be some pain but JD would try to alleviate that by diversifying her mind by sucking on her boobs. Fran raised her body up a little and slowly bought the weight down onto her fathers cock-head. She then gave a stronger push and firmly embedded him into her cunt. She sat still absorbing the slight pain and then began to rock back and forth, and up and down on that steel rod. She had a bounteous smile on her face and started to giggle.

“Oh Daddy, what have I been missing out on. Why didn’t we start this earlier.”

JD replied, “Well, my lovely, firstly because it is illegal and secondly you were too young.”

“Well I wont be going without it too many times from now on. Especially with my wonderful Daddy around to help me out.”

All through this conversation, they had been fucking up a storm and Fran gave off one unholy scream as she rushed to an almighty orgasm, once again. JD felt his sperm rising up from his balls and he erupted into his daughter’s womb.

They both collapsed, spent. There was a round of applause from the doorway, Young Dan and his Mom walked into the room, both completely naked.

“Wow, that was a great show of love making between the two of you,” said young Dan.

JD and Fran spent the rest of the night together and young Dan continued to fuck his Mom for the rest of the night.

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A couple of days later, young Dan came upon Fran lying on her bed, reading. She only had on a camisole and a thong bikini and looked delicious to his eyes. He walked into her room and sat beside her and ran his hands over her body. Fran looked at him lovingly with the question in her eyes. “I think you want what Daddy had the other night eh Dan.”

At this time, JD and Gracie were both at work so didn’t realize what was happening

“As long as you want it too Sis, I would love to suck your tits and pussy and fuck you.”

So he lay on the bed beside her and began to strip her of her clothes, all the while she also helped him out of his shirt and shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so it was a lot easier for her to grab maltepe escort his pecker and start massaging him.

Young Dan kissed his sister firmly on the mouth and inserted his tongue between her teeth, and they dueled with their tongues for a few minutes.

She lay on her back and young Dan slipped down level with her groin. Her pussy was covered with a thin covering of reddish brown hair. He opened her legs wide and knelt between them, gazing at the first real sighting of this wonderful piece of woman flesh. Flicking his tongue, he licked at the meaty pussy lips and dragged his tongue up and down the juicy gash. While lapping at her sweet juices, she filled his nose with the rich fragrance of her femininity. Her overheated womanhood filled his senses

Tickling the little pearl with his tongue, he eased his finger into the tightness of her cunt. Knowing what he was doing and whom he was doing it to, excited him so much. She had her hands on his head digging into his hair as she hunched her pussy up against his lips. She made soft sounds as he continued to tease her. She arched her back and bent her knees, as she thrust her breasts into the air.

Dan wrapped his hand around the thick, hard shaft of his cock and aimed the tapered head down at the glorious gash awaiting him. Slowly, he fitted the tip of his prick down into the juice filled opening, easing forward, and feeding his cock into her. As he did this, she slipped her arms behind her legs, lifting them up higher. Deeper and deeper, he sank into the hot, boiling nectar that helped eased him into her, and spreading and filling her with his shaft.

Dan was sliding his big cock all the way into the back of her cunt, his balls slapping against her ass. She didn’t ever want him to stop but she felt herself reaching the edge once again. She felt herself plunging into the darkness as waves of pleasure drowned her. Her legs shook and she gave an unholy primal scream. After several long minutes, the scream weakened to a plaintive whimper. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed around his prick. Dan continued to pump his cock into her in the same slow pace until he felt his sperm build up and begin to erupt into that womanly abyss.

“Well brother, that was some fuck,” Fran eventually found her voice.

“Fran sweetie, if it is okay with you, Dad and I can fuck you on different nights because you know that I also fuck Mom. We may even be able to arrange a three or foursome at times – and include Mom and you with Dad and myself. How does that sound to you?”

“I suppose I will be a very lucky girl then, having both my big brother and my Daddy both fucking me, and maybe on the same night. I love the thought of it. I am determined to make up for lost time.”

When JD and Gracie came home that night they immediately sensed the difference in the attitude of the two young folk.

JD took young Dan aside and asked him what had happened.

“Well, Dad, I got my turn with Fran this afternoon. We have decided that we want the family to keep up the tradition and will be available for the festivities anytime. When Gran Fran and Pa Dan come to visit, we want to be involved with them also.

The family celebrated that night and those family festivities carry on even to this day. As one family dies out another comes along to take its place and carry on the experiences of a lifetime.

That is the final chapter of this series – I don’t feel as though it can go any further. Hope everyone has enjoyed reading it –

WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY AND SAFE HOLIDAY SEASON – I am having a break until the 10th Jan. 2010

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Summer in Australia is like two girls riding bareback naked, hotter than Hades. You can’t move without thinking of yourself and someone else and with someone else in some form of entwined position, hands roaming, lingering, tongues touching, licking every bit of flesh within reach. Sweat beading, running down in tear droplets on the back of the thighs, down behind the knees where it falters to go any further because your position has changed and it now runs back from where it came, adding to the moisture that is all ready accumulating in your g string.

Despite this wetness there is no relief from the hot feeling that courses through your body like the blood in your veins. Every bit on fire, yearning for some relief yet pleased by the sizzling sensations that summer sends.

Every day of summer makes me feel like this.

The intensity of this feeling is at it’s most strongest when I travel late afternoon from my work in Sydney, to my home on the coast, fifty minutes of torturous pleasure, especially when the air conditioning on the train is down where I wish so many other things would be. Most days the ride home is silenced by the noise of the train, everyone hot and tired from a long day at work, eager for their homes, families, backyard swimming pools or if lacking that, the drive to the nearest beach.

I wanted for none of those things. I wanted to savour the taste of this heat for as long as possible. It possessed me, made me think of nothing but the heat and what I wanted done to my body and what I wanted to do to others. It felt steady and constant like the flame of a candle, sometimes wavering in the burst of a breeze, but always lit with fervour.

It was on a day, early January that the temperature rose to 42c, you couldn’t eat lunch outside for it was like a fevered sickness from going from outside into the sun, to back indoors to the falsified air that was frozen.

The passion, the rage that had been building up since the first days of summer were about to erupt. I could feel it as I walked to Central Station. The tightness of my skirt confining it within, the high heels I wore with every step became tighter and tighter, binding me in blind rage to the pathway I walked. My pantyhose imprisoned my g string against my flesh, the jacket I wore constrained my breasts that wanted to spill out into the open, be damned to those I passed and feel the sun’s rays burning into my skin. Everything about my outfit screamed bondage to me at that moment. I could feel the devil’s teardrops running down my back, soaking my white blouse. I had chosen not to wear a bra this day because I knew it would send me over the edge, rubbing against my nipples. They too were now erect without the help of this rubbing and I longed to have someone’s mouth covering them, their tongue circling, suckling, taking me deeper and deeper into the madness I knew I was suffering from.

I stepped onto the train just şirinevler escort before it pulled out. I was thankful that today’s ride home would be blessed in silence for it was still school holidays and there would be no children, teenagers to chatter as they do. It was also an earlier train then what I usually get, before rush hour so maybe I would have the carriage to myself … just maybe.

I sat in back of the last carriage. There was no one else with me in the lower deck but I did hear someone upstairs. It still wouldn’t prevent me from doing what I had planned to do. The seats in front of me faced the way we going, both on the right and left hand sides, you could move them from one side to the other so you can travel facing either direction. I needed some room so I pushed the one in front of me forward. It was the tiny part of me that was of a cruel and evil nature that stopped me from pleasuring myself right then and there. I groaned in frustration at this decision but knew I wanted to wait for a few moments longer.

We passed station after station and as the sun shone through the windows, I was blinded by the light, my vision seeing waves of red and purple. Gently I closed them and begun. I removed my jacket and undid the buttons of my blouse, starting from the top working halfway down. This way if I had the worst kind of luck with some school holiday camp boarding halfway through I could easily fix myself without ruining any of the kiddies for life. Freed finally, I cupped my breasts in pure bliss, squeezing them gently, passing each finger over my nipples. I moved my fingers to my mouth running them over my lips, sucking each one, rolling my tongue around them inside my mouth.

Arching my back, I dragged my hand down my chin and neck, in an open palm like someone about to choke me with one hand but moving to the collarbone instead, gently brushing the fingertips back and forth as I trailed down to my breasts, circling the nipple of one side, and then moving to the other, increasing the pressure slightly until both were erect. I moaned as I had been aching for this touch for so long. I wanted someone else to be doing this to me, to be taken, to be touched, so my own hands were free to play.

My right hand slid down from between my breasts, past my belly button inside my g string and curled itself around. My left hand moved back up to my breasts to continue the touching, my legs opening themselves without conscious thought as my skirt pulled itself up with this action, exposing my thighs to the air. I moved my legs like I had one of those thigh masters, imagining that I was squeezing it in and out. I brought my right hand back to my mouth, to again lick and suck my fingers, to taste my taste and wet my fingers further to trail back down past my waist.

The feeling of wanting something hard inside of me was overwhelming. The emptiness of this consumed şişli escort me and try as I might, I settled for my fingers. I moaned and shivered at the same time, the coldness of my fingers from where I had sucked them to the warmth of my insides, a stimulating combination that I had to repeat. Inch by inch I went further into myself, I raised my legs to the seat opposite me and I was at my most deepest when I heard a whispered, “ My God!” which didn’t come from my lips. It didn’t sound like revulsion or from someone who would object to my state, it sounded like shocked lust.

My eyes opened, with fingers still in place and breasts exposed to see a tall, well shaped man in his late twenties, on the edge of the seat across and opposite of me. He had ice blue eyes, intense eyes that looked straight through me, past me. His features were almost feline in appearance, alabaster skin, his hair at first glance was short and a deep shade of brown. On further study, I could see it was long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail and tucked under his jacket. He was a suit! From jacket to tie, pants and polished shoes. The jacket gave the illusion of broad shoulders.

Slowly I removed my hand, I thought I heard the man whimper at this. “ Please, don’t stop.” It wasn’t a command or that of begging, just a simple request. I wanted to go on, I wanted to continue and have an audience while I did so, but the evil part of me wanted to withhold what I was seeking and he saw this in me. The man stood up, almost having to hunch himself over because of his height. He offered his hand to me, which I took, pulling me to a standing position facing him. Gently, he brought my hand to his mouth and sucked my fingers, tasting me, something which no one had ever done before. Each finger was given individual attention, his eyes firmly focused on mine. When he was satisfied doing this, he lent towards me, kissing my lips in a long hard embrace, and walked away from me towards the other end of the carriage.

“Next stop, Whitmore Station, followed by Tacoma, Pacific Plains and all stations to Richmond.”

Whitmore was my station, I finished redressing myself, stunned that I didn’t stop the man. I guess I had more things on my mind, like finishing what I started. I was a raging fire that kept consuming forest after forest with no sight of ending. This summer heat!

The sun was still high, with a sweltering temp, my hands kept running down my neck as I tilted my head to one side, imagining someone sucking, and biting the skin. I’ve always found that the walk home is always the longest. My heels still sliced into my feet, and they too like my breasts, longed to be free. At my front door, I collected my mail, a parcel and searched for my front key in my handbag. Without warning, strong arms circled my waist from behind, and lips found the spot of my neck that made everything else disappear but the sensation. taksim escort I turned on an angle and saw ice blue eyes dropping everything at the front door.

“I figured you needed some help, otherwise you might torture yourself forever.” he whispered into my ear, sucking on the lobe.

“And would that be so bad?” I replied.

“After what I saw yes because you’d be torturing me.”

I turned and faced him, kissing him as he kissed me, tongues duelling in fierce battle, neither one of us wanting to break this flesh connection. Like a scene from a movie, we went into the house, shedding clothes as we went to the bedroom, a trail of lust left in our absence.

“What do u want?” he asked.

Grinning at him, “I want to play!”

I went to my knees in front of him, taking the base of his cock with my right hand, my tongue teasing the tip before I took him in my mouth, running my lips down his cock taking him deeper and deeper. I repeated this as my left hand begun to massage his balls gently, every so often I would alternate what I was doing. He groaned throwing his head back, eyes closed, the power I yielded was overwhelming. Just as he was about to cum, I stopped what I was doing, he also stopped me at the same time.

“ My turn!” he evilly grinned at me.

He pushed me back on the bed, sucking my nipples, it was all I could do from not cumming then and there. He kissed me once more on my lips then moved to my hip. His tongue circled the hip bone moving across to my belly button, his tongue never leaving my skin. He made his way to my clit, pushing on it, sucking it, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. He licked my lips, up and down pushing into me harder and harder.

“I want you to fuck me, I want you inside and I want you now.”

Without hesitation he lifted me up, my legs straddling his waist as his cock entered my burning cunt. I held it in my body, squeezing gently with my muscles as we moved together. Every time his cock was thrust up into me, I screamed “Harder!”. I wanted it hard and I wanted it rough. I pulled him closer to me with my legs, trying to be more apart of him then I all ready was. My nipples firm and erect brushed against his chest before I arched my back. I bit his lip, and pulled myself off him, going on all fours. Again without hesitation he rammed his cock deep inside of me, my breasts swaying at the force he used.

I pushed myself back on him, his balls slapping against my arse. He was so long and thick, he filled every inch of me. “ Oh god yes, that’s it, harder, fuck me harder.” My whole body was rocked back and forth with each thrust he made. In and out, drawing his cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in up to the hilt. I brought my hand round to my clit, and begun massaging it, the first waves of orgasm finally descending upon me. I felt a strong erupting sensation within me from him, as he came collapsing on top of me. I told him not to move, and to stay inside me, I wanted him inside for as long as possible.

“Hi hon, I’m home.” called my boyfriend from the doorway.

“Hiya, how was your day?”

Grinning at me, “Pretty good, but not as good as yours I can see… who’s your friend?”

To Be Continued?

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For those who didn’t read “Planning To Nail Two Stuck-Up Virgins,” a one paragraph summary:

I’m Brian, a 19 year old hockey player, mature for my age, obsessed with nailing Lisa and Carolyn, two stuck-up plasma-hot 18 year old prick tormenters in my high school. I enlisted the help of my 23 and 22 year old provocative cousins Jen and Ginger who taught me to find a woman’s G-spot and then gave me real-life fucking experience and training until they thought I was a 10. Their plan was for me to fuck Madeline and Faith, the mothers of friends of Lisa and Carolyn, respectively (Cherry and Julia are the daughters), and make sure their daughters found out about it. I’ve done that, and am now ready to start executing the plan.

I couldn’t thank Jen and Ginger enough for their help. Even if the ultimate goal of nailing Lisa and Carolyn wasn’t achieved, I had so much fun fucking Jen, Ginger, Madeline and Faith, I was already one of the happiest men alive.

While Jen and Ginger were proud of my accomplishments so far, like a good hockey coach they weren’t satisfied with just a “conference championship” — they wanted me to win the “State Championship.” There was almost a month left before school started and they told me there was no reason to wait until then. So they made me join the community swimming pool (I don’t really swim worth a damn — I like my water frozen), went with me to purchase bathing suits, and gave me my marching orders.

When I went to the pool the next Saturday, as I walked in I immediately saw two of Lisa’s friends, Ginny and Sue. They smiled at me, I said Hi, and as soon as I walked past they began texting. I found a shady spot and sat down.

It wasn’t long before Cherry and Lisa showed up. They were so close it seemed like they were joined at the hip, and did everything together. I couldn’t believe what happened next.

Cherry, Madeline’s daughter, walked over to me wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen, with no cover-up. Cherry is a very good-looking woman, just having turned 18, though not as hot as Lisa. But she does have her mother’s best features — at least as far as can be determined without an intimate inspection.

“Hi Brian, I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Well I just joined.”

“Why are you sitting in the shade?”

“Because I burn easily and I plan to be here most of the day, so I wanted to minimize my exposure to the sun.”

“You know you can put sun block on.”

“Yeah, but I like to lie on my stomach, and I can’t reach my back.”

“I’d be happy to help you with that.”

“That’s really nice of you Cherry. I probably will take you up on that later. Do you have sun block on?”

“Not yet. I just got here. I have the same problem you do — would you mind applying it to my back?”

“I guess — but aren’t you here with your friends? Can’t you ask one of them?”

“Ha, ha. I would Brian, but we are always playing tricks on each other, and I don’t trust them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well last week Lisa and I put sunblock on Ginny’s back but we did it in such a way that we put no sunblock in the shape of letters on her lower back. By the end of the day ‘SLUT’ was very visible in red. Lisa, Sue and I laughed so hard I thought we would split our guts open. Ginny took it in good humor but vowed revenge.”

“Ha, Ha. You’re a little devil aren’t you? I can see why you don’t trust them. All right, bring your sunblock over.”

As Cherry went back to her lounge chair she didn’t walk. She sashayed, wiggling her ass like a fisherman dangling a lure. When she returned she lay on her stomach on the lounge chair next to me. After no more than two minutes of small talk it was “bombs away.”

“So Brian, did you enjoy fucking my mother?”

“What are you talking about? Who told you I fucked your mother?”

“Lisa and I saw you doing it.”

“What? How could you?”

“We did. We saw you gently stroking in her, and then when she screamed for you to fuck harder we saw you pounding her.”

Jen and Ginger had prepared me for this — we actually went through a Q God I love my cousins! So I stopped applying sunblock, took off my sunglasses, removed Cherry’s, put a fake embarrassed look on my face, and continued.

“Geez, Cherry. I hope you haven’t told anyone about this. I mean, that was just between your mother and me.”

Cherry got a wicked smile on her face. “Well it looked like she really enjoyed it — ‘best fuck ever’ I heard her say. Now answer my question; did you enjoy it?”

“Look Cherry, anything I say to you can’t go any further, OK?” [Yeah, right, Ginger assured me Lisa and her friends were incapable of keeping secrets.]

“Sure Brian, anything you say.”

“I’m not the type to kiss and tell; I never talk about my exploits. But yes, Madeline was a wonderful sexual partner. I loved it!”

Then talk so direct even Jen and Ginger hadn’t prepared me for it:

“Well I would have thought that her pussy wasn’t tight enough for a really good fuck, Brian. Wouldn’t you rather have a istanbul rus escort teenage pussy to fuck?” After a good 60 seconds of staring at my dumbfounded face like a cobra would its prey Cherry went nuclear: “Like mine?”

After another 30 seconds I finally regained my composure. What snapped me back to attention was thinking “Ginger and Jen invested hours of their time in you moron; don’t disappoint them. Rally!”

Staring back at Cherry as intently as she was staring at me I was proud of my way out of it.

“Are you a virgin Cherry — be honest.”

“Well I haven’t had a dick in my pussy before if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. Cherry, don’t you think it would be an insult to your mother — who I like very much — to have me fuck her virgin daughter? Plus, how do you know you’d like it?”

“No I don’t think it would be an insult. We swap underwear.”

“That’s a little different than sharing the same cock.”

“Is it? Both contact our pussies. Anyway, I could tell by the gentle way you handled my mother before she begged you to fuck her hard that you’d be gentle with me, so I wouldn’t be apprehensive, and I know I’d like it.”

“Have you discussed this with your little co-voyeur Lisa?”

“Maybe.”

“Listen Cherry, you’re being direct with me so I’m going to be with you. I’ve never fucked a virgin before” [so not true, I thought] “and I don’t want the first time to be the daughter of a woman I enjoyed sex with, in case something goes wrong. Maybe if I fuck your co-voyeur Lisa and everything goes OK with that I’ll fuck you too. Or would you have a real problem with me taking both of your virginities?”

After another long pause as Cherry started to get up she said “I’ll talk to Lisa.”

I grabbed her arm and gently pulled her back down onto the lounge chair, and continued. “You do that, but first I’m going to finish putting sunblock on your back and the back of your legs.”

She only smiled in response. With that I straddled her on the lounge chair, and gave her as much a back massage as sunblock application. I was hard by then, and there is no doubt her ass crack noticed my hard on — in fact she flexed her ass up into it. After I finished with her back, I knelt on the side of the lounge chair and applied sunblock to the back of her legs, making sure to go all the way to her crotch and touch her mound. As I was finishing I left a finger in contact with her mound for a good fifteen seconds. As she moaned I quietly said to her “Actually Cherry, I hope this does work out. I’d like to see if your G-spot is in the same location as Madeline’s.”

I then stood up, said “I’ve got to do something about this hard-on you’ve given me,” and went and jumped in the pool.

After doing my poor imitation of the Australian crawl and breast stroke for a couple of laps, I returned to my chair. I couldn’t believe it, but within five minutes Lisa came over to me.

“Hi Brian.”

“Hi Lisa.” Some small talk; then I pulled a Cherry:

“Say, Lisa, did you and Cherry really see what she said you did?”

“You mean watch you fuck Ms. Johnson?”

“Without admitting I did it because I don’t tell anyone about my sex life, yeah.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. We never saw anyone getting fucked live before and wanted to see what it was like.”

“What did it look like?”

“It looked like a lot of fun. Ms. Johnson sure enjoyed it.”

“You know you’ve almost never talked to me before Lisa. Why are you talking to me now?”

“Well — I’m kind of embarrassed.”

“Shit, Lisa, I’m not going to tell anyone anything you say to me. I know how to keep my mouth shut and I will. I think you know that by now.”

“Well, I’m kinda tired of being a virgin. But I don’t want to have a bad experience my first time like some of my friends have; I’m a little scared. And, well, uh, Cherry and I could tell from the way you handled Ms. Johnson that you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“Wait. Are you actually asking me to take your virginity?”

“Well — shit this is hard — I’m not good at this — yeah. I don’t want some clown who doesn’t know what he’s doing, that’s for sure.”

“I don’t know, Lisa. Since you get hit on all the time I guess you don’t know that guys are particular too. I’m not just a stallion out to stud you know.”

Lisa diverted her eyes downwardly. I lifter her head up so she had to look me in the eye: “I’m not a booty-call. And I’m quite certain that you’d back out even if I agreed.”

“I, uh, well, uh, I don’t think of you as a booty call. I like you. I promise I won’t back out.”

After another long pause as I stared into her eyes. “Okay Lisa, listen. You and Cherry have to promise not to talk about this with anyone, especially Cherry’s mom. Promise?”

“Promise.” [I was actually counting on that not being worth the ink used to print it.]

“OK. I’ll think about it. Call me tomorrow afternoon or evening and tell me if that is what you and Cherry kadıköy escort really and truly want. I’ll tell you then if I agree to it. If we agree, though, there is no backing out!”

I couldn’t believe it. Despite how hot Lisa was, she almost never smiled — certainly not at me. But with a smile bigger than I thought she was capable of she replied “Thanks Brian. I’ll call you tomorrow. What’s your cell number?”

Lisa and Cherry left soon afterwards. About a dozen other girls came up to me in the next three hours I stayed at the pool, flitting around like little hummingbirds, including some of Carolyn’s friends who had never really talked to me before. Ginger and Jen were right. News of me fucking two moms to top notch orgasms had spread like wildfire throughout the teenage girl network.

I called my cousins to report that things were working out perfectly, and I would make arrangements for my first conquest tomorrow. Ginger’s response: “Great Brian. Since I don’t have a date tonight why don’t you come on over to make sure your plumbing is in good working order.” Ginger found out it was as I fucked her twice that night.

One thing I forgot to mention. My cousin Ginger is a nurse. Now that she knew I would be nailing virgins, she felt obligated to give me a short course on hymens and their relation to G-spots. I thought it was TMI, but she said I needed to be prepared. I never even thought about it with the only virgin I had fucked to date, but that was before I even knew that a G-spot is real.

“The three main types of hymens are annular, separate, and cribriform, in order of how common they are. Normally, each must be broken before the G-spot can be located. Also, unless the girl really is anxious for it, you don’t want to try G-spot stimulation right after breaking the hymen.”

“Is this really necessary Ginger?”

As she grabbed my balls and lightly squeezed she continued with a diabolical grin — “Have we steered you wrong so far you little bastard? Listen up.”

“Okay — don’t squeeze my nuts — I promise to take in every word.”

In the next 15 minutes I learned more information about hymens and how to handle them than I thought existed; and Ginger convinced me that the girl I fucked who I thought was a virgin really wasn’t. Bummer. But I was ready now.

About two seconds after noon on Sunday (I told Lisa to call Sunday afternoon or evening — I guess she was anxious) my cell rang. Of course it was Lisa, on speaker, with Cherry next to her. It was clear to me that this was going to be a package deal. While I had set my sights on Lisa, I had no problem fucking Cherry at the same time.

“I want you to understand that the first time may be more painful than pleasurable, and it is possible that there will be bleeding.”

“We understand,” Lisa and Cherry blurted out in unison, like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.

Arrangements were made. Ginger and Jen helped out again by offering their spare bedroom the next Saturday morning. Cherry and Lisa insisted that their first time be together. I thought “What the hell — it will calm them down and it will make it just that much better!”

When the time arrived I was as excited as I ever have been. I purposely had not had sex or masturbated for three days so I would have a full charge. Also Ginger gave me two “morning after” pills which I told Lisa and Cherry I would provide since they were not on birth control, no one wanted a pregnancy, and there would be no condoms.

Based upon their history, I thought Lisa and Cherry might be nervous and flighty. But probably because they saw me fucking Madeline, and they were together, that wasn’t the case — they were simply excited, like I was. Both were dressed very provocatively. I was commando, just a T-shirt and shorts.

After we chatted a few minutes, they took a quick tour of my cousins’ small house to see that no one else was there, I informed them there were to be no photos or videos, and I gave them sodas to drink. We went into the spare bedroom and locked the door.

I took off my clothes first, revealing a raging hard-on — maybe the biggest I’ve ever had, and certainly the most active since it twitched every minute or so. They were mesmerized by it.

As I gently took off Cherry’s clothes I told her that she was going to be a spectator the “first period.” I kissed her body parts as they became exposed, including gently running my fingers around the circumference of her breasts, and drawing my fingers lightly over her bare shaved mound. I couldn’t help but think to myself that her tits were a younger version of Madeline’s nice rack, with similar large areolas and pronounced nipples.

After I sat Cherry down in a padded chair I approached Lisa. As I stared unblinkingly into her beautiful alluring eyes I resolved that sometime — likely not today since I probably would have to be gentle, but sometime — I would fuck her raw. After staring at her a few minutes with my hands on her shoulders and arms, I got behind her and disrobed her kartal escort from the rear. I lingered on each breast and on her ass, stroking with enough force to stimulate the nerve endings, until she started oohing and panting.

I kissed the nape of her neck turned her around and squeezed her as I French kissed her, my cock burying itself in her stomach. Then I lay her at the edge of the mattress, moved her legs widely apart, and worked her clit over with my tongue. I used this time to inspect her hymen — a rare cribriform type, which meant it certainly would hurt and bleed when penetrated.

By stroking her thighs and licking her clit I brought her to an orgasm. Not an earth-shattering one, but definitely pleasurable for her, causing her to moan and her breathing to quicken.

As I relaxed while waiting for her panting to subside, I scanned her entire body. This really was a fucking hot woman! Almost every part of her body was perfectly shaped — like she had stepped out of a magazine after being airbrushed.

I wanted my penetration to be face-to-face so I shinned her up the mattress so that her ass was on a towel I had strategically placed there. I held her arms down, and while keeping her legs apart with my hips brought my dick into contact with her hymen. I stole a glance at Cherry, who was rubbing her clit and staring wide-eyed at us.

I so wanted to just jam my cock up her hole and start banging at 100 mph, but I resisted the temptation and just slowly circled my hips with my cock in contact with her hymen. After a few minutes of this I told her I was going to penetrate her and then started pushing in. I felt her hymen give bit-by-bit as the little bridges of skin forming a web over a central opening started to pop. Lisa was grimacing, but not screaming or crying — she apparently really wanted this.

Finally the last little bridge gave way, and I popped into her. She winced in pain, and I could feel a little liquid that I knew was blood, between us. I just stayed in position in her without moving, talking to her softly: “I’m through now. I’m not moving until you tell me to. There is only a little blood. I know it hurt but in 10 minutes you’ll have forgotten all about the pain,” etc. Even though I wasn’t moving my dick remained rock hard — it liked where it was!

After about 5 minutes Lisa got a smile on her face, said “I’m not a virgin anymore, am I?”

My response “Technically, no; but now you need the fun part.”

“Okay — fuck me, but not too hard unless I say,” she moaned back since I had already started slow grinding.

“You got it; you control the tempo girl,” I groaned.

I have to say, it lived up to my expectations. As I was slow pumping and grinding in Lisa I realized that my obsession with fucking her had many different facets: she seemed unattainable and that was a real challenge; her spectacular body would be fun to explore even if she was a bitch; I really wanted to control her, if only for a little while, because she was so stuck up she seemed to lord control over everyone; and I would achieve stud status by nailing her, with no need for self-promotion!

I felt an enormous buildup in my balls. I was too excited. I wasn’t going to last until she had an orgasm. I would have to go with a different scenario, using all of my G-spot training. Knowing the surge was coming, I quickly lifted both of her legs on my shoulders, pumped deep and hard four times, and then the blast occurred. She started shaking and moaning loudly as shots of seminal fluid were erupting into her vagina.

While she was enjoying it, I knew she wasn’t climaxing. After the last stream left I quickly pulled out, spread her legs wider, and with the fingers of my right hand went after her G-spot while sucking her clit completely into my mouth. She was alternately pushing my head and pulling my hair and yelling “What the fuck” until I hit the magic bundle of nerves. As I started abusing it, she started gasping for air and soon she went limp and was literally whimpering as all of her nerve endings were overloaded by a massive orgasm.

While I was still very gently stroking her clitoris with one hand, and kneading a thigh with the other, I looked at Lisa’s gaping non-virgin gash. It was beautiful. I looked over at Cherry, and she was literally frozen, with her mouth open and her eyes as big as hockey pucks as she saw cum leaking out of her friend’s cunt as Lisa dissolved into a happy puddle of protoplasm. I got a big shit-eating grin on my face and mouthed “You’re next,” to Cherry, which made her instinctively start rubbing her clit again.

Once Lisa was completely motionless with a big smile on her face, I kissed her on the lips, got up, picked up Cherry and carried her the few steps to the bed. I lay between Lisa and Cherry, snuggling both of them waiting for my cock to rise again and engaging in pillow talk. Lisa didn’t have much to say — she just kept repeating “I don’t believe it — wow that felt good.”

Cherry was full of questions. I never really knew her that well until a few days ago, but she was turning out to be about the most direct and inquisitive person I had ever seen. Questions like “So how does your dick feel after a fuck?” “How long does it take you to recover?” “Do you like older women better,” and on and on, always staring at me with wonderment. Then the questions changed:

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Late Sunday afternoon we made a point to suspend all play and just clean up the campsite. All of the extra stuff we had brought and used was collected and stowed. We made sure the fire area was totally cold and safe. The only thing we didn’t pack was a bathing suit for each of us and a towel to share.

Then we took a long last dip in the pond. We relaxed, floating and wading in the cool water and I took every opportunity to admire both visually and tactilely this new wife of mine. She kind of reminded me of a kitten; very playful, cute, beautiful and yet a little untamed and unpredictable. Her love for nature was totally sensual in that she loved the warmth of the sun on her skin, the smell of the plants and the coolness of the water on her skin.

“Jason, I want one last fuck.” She said after she was dry. She quickly unrolled the sleeping bad and spread it out in the bed of the truck. My cock responded at the sight of her working almost feverishly to make these last few minutes count. This little golden beauty quickly lay on her back a big smile was on her face, with her knees drawn up and her arms extended, inviting me in. It wasn’t long before my head was between her thighs and I was tasting her feminine sweetness again. In no time at all she was mewling and pulling at my ears and my hair, drawing me higher on her body so that we could make love in the most traditional position. Although the bed was hard and not at all comfortable on my hands and knees, I just couldn’t deny this request. My member drove into her sopping envelop and soon I had totally forgotten the discomfort of the truck bed and all of my attention and focus was on the sensations caused by her clinching muscles on my stiffness. Down in the truck bed, we were somewhat sheltered from the breeze, but we could still hear it as it moved through the forest all around us.

I tried to make our actions slow and loving but that’s not what she wanted. Like a rodeo rider, she used her heels to spur me in fast and hard strokes. Soon we were just thrusting at each other. Our bodies pounded together with frantic urgency.

“Oh, oh, oh…Jason…Oh…muph…muph!”

Suddenly her legs tightened around me like giant pincers and I had no choice but to bury my shaft all the way to the balls. Her muscles milked me until I unleashed a gallon of hot splooge into her.

“Oh baby, you fuck so gooood!” She said, holding me hard against her tits with her arms, kissing my chest and neck.

Finally we lay together for a few minutes, spend and panting, until the painful reminder of our position on the truck pushed its way back to our awareness. We used the pond to clean up and I tenderly caressed her shoulders and back as we embraced in the water. But our weekend was drawing to a close. Once out of the water, the breeze was a little too cool so I used the towel to carefully dry Tanya’s body first and then she dried mine.

When I decided that we would have just enough light left to get through the trickiest part of the drive, we started back. Since the truck had been closed up, it was very warm in the cab. Tanya elected to ride nude, so I did too. She talked about all the things she had seen and done. She talked about the birds and the chipmunks and the squirrels we had watched and the bear we saw from a distance. A little while later I realized she had been quiet for a few minutes. I looked over at her and noticed that she was dozing off. I reached over and drew her to me, helping her to lay down with her head on my thigh. She kissed my thigh and my belly and my eagerly fatih escort welcoming twig and berries. She slept for almost an hour as I drove carefully toward home. She awoke as I drove across the steel cattle guard at the end of our driveway. The house was dark and I noticed that one of the cars was missing as I stopped in front of the garage.

I used the remote and the roll up door opened. We quickly put the gear in the garage and went into the house. We were still naked and I was immediately aware of how warm the house was. There was a note on the dining room table.

“See you in the morning.” Was all it said.

Tanya noticed a bottle of wine in an ice bucket and sauce pan full of marinara sauce with hamburger and another with water. A small stack of uncooked spaghetti noodles was on a paper plate next to the stove.

“I guess they made dinner for us!” She said cheerily, as she turned on the stove to heat the ingredients.

I opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us. I dipped my fingers in the wine and dabbed some of the tart liquid on Tanya’s still bare nipples. They immediately tightened to hard little nubs that looked too inviting to ignore. I wrapped my tongue around them, alternating between the succulent buds for several minutes until the electric sensations had triggered my “tab a” and her “slot b” to full arousal. My fingers dipped into Tanya’s sweet nectar and I knew she was as ready as I was. I picked her tight 18 year old body up and placed her on the dinner table so her legs were hanging down and her pussy was open and ready. My eager cock found its target and began long sliding thrusts into her hot body. I worked hard for quite a while, bumping in to her so hard I could hear the table moving on the hardwood flooring. I just couldn’t get enough of this wonderful youngster and soon my passion overflowed and I filled her beyond capacity. She lay back on the table for a few minutes to catch her breath after I collapsed on the nearest chair.

After we recovered, we finished preparing dinner and had a quiet meal punctuated by sideways glances and silly snickers and noises as we ate. Damn! Even the way Tanya eats is so sexy. I don’t really like Chianti, but it was a nice match for the spaghetti and it’s terrific with fresh nipples.

It was late by the time we finished clean-up. We took a shower together, careful to make sure we were totally clean, even taste testing critical areas to be sure. Then we went to bed. As she lay cuddled against me, I felt my cock stirring again. She looked up at me and smiled then she slipped beneath the blankets and took my stick into her mouth again. He was sore and drained, but still game.

Shortly she climbed aboard again and we enjoyed a slow sensual session, finally cumming in perfect unison. She kissed me hotly and then finally settled down. We both fell asleep in seconds.

When I awoke, it was to the smell of breakfast cooking. My little kitten was still asleep so I got up very carefully, trying not to wake her. In doing so, I put my hand directly on a large goo spot. I grinned to myself as I took a quick shower and got dressed.

In the kitchen, Tracie and Tina were setting places at the table. Each of them kissed me hotly and wished good morning.

“I’m driving over to Boise today to order some new fixtures for the store. I should be back by dinnertime.” Tina said, looking at me over the edge of her coffee mug.

“A rep for White Stag is coming to the store to show me the new catalog.” Tracie said. fındıkzade escort “And I hope Tanya remembers that we had talked about meeting with Jean Christophe up at ‘Top Notch’ to discuss his ideas for a new dinner menu. He said that the new Assistant Chef he hired is really excited about the opportunity to try out some new recipes.”

“I want to take a horse up the back road to the summit today.” I said. “Jessie said that he thinks the rock slides have made it too narrow for even a small truck.”

I went to a closet and got out my Mini 30 and a few loaded mags. I also made sure my Blackhawk was loaded with shot shells and that I had some extras in my vest pocket and on the holster belt.

“What the heck is that for?” Tanya asked. She had entered the room just in time to see me inspecting the firearms.

“Bears and rattlers.” I said as I threaded my knife scabbard on to my holster belt.

“Bears? Are there bears?” She ran to look out the window.

“No hon.” Tina said. “Jason is going in the back country on horseback today and he just wants to be ready…in case.”

“Jason? Why weren’t you concerned about bears and snakes when we were out there?”

“I was…sort of.”

“But you didn’t have guns with you then?”

“Yes, I did. I just forgot to tell you.”

Tanya looked at her sisters with her mouth open. The other girls just smiled.

“Just wait ’til he kills one and has you gut and skin it.” Tracie teased.

After breakfast I made sure my saddle bags had a few things I might need, saddled a horse and then kissed each of my wives.

“See you all later. I should be back by dark but I have my cell phone if you need me.”

“Piece of junk!” Tracie scowled. “It never seems to work when I’m trying to reach you.”

“It’s not a piece of junk. We just don’t get reception everywhere up here.” Tina reminded her.

I shook my head as the horse and I headed up the road.

I was finished earlier than I expected, so I stopped at the house and dropped off my gear and traded the horse for my truck to drive in to the village. When I passed the ski store, I saw Tracie’s car parked in front so I stopped in.

“Hello ladies.” I said, giving each a kiss before I noticed Pete Stocker, the Sherriff lurking near the changing room.

“Hey, Jason.” He said. “Got a question for you.”

This guy always seems to have questions about one thing or another. He sidled up a little too close for my comfort. I could smell the too-fruity scent of his gum.

“Say listen…just between us…ah…off the record…” He looked around to be sure nobody else could hear him. Listen…ah…so how many of these girls do you got?”

“What?”

“I mean, you got Tina, and Tracie, and now you got this other girl…what’s her name/?…and so how many more are there?”

“Don’t know, for sure…”

I watched Tracie walk by. She was wearing very short and tight shorts and a tank top with the store name across the front. It didn’t look like she was wearing anything under either garment.

“I mean…are there any more?”

“What?…sure…lots more.”

He unconsciously rubbed the front of his trousers as Tanya bent over a few yards away. She was facing away from us and her tight shorts pulled very snugly into her crotch. From this vantage point, the view was almost breath-taking.

“Lots more?”

“Lots more what?”

“You know…of them” He pointed to Tracie who was talking on the phone. She used the fingers of her halkalı escort left hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m following you…” I said, innocently.

“Okay, Jason, here’s the thing…do the girls got any more sisters? I’m wondering if any more are gonna be coming up here and if maybe I’ll get a chance with her…” He spoke softly and secretively. His eyes darted around the shop as he spoke.

“Do you girls have any more sisters?” I asked, with a raised voice. “Sherriff wants to know if you got any more.”

Tracie and Tanya looked at me in surprise, shaking their heads.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.” He nodded, blushing a deep pink. Then he quickly strode from the store.

“You know what would be fun?” Tanya giggled. “Why don’t we see if Tori wants to visit for a few days? You know she just dumped that jerk she has been with since junior high.”

Tori was a cousin to the girls. She was 6 months older than Tanya. Physically, she looked like part of the matched set. Hair, skin, proportions, almost everything except her eye color. They were brown. Also, Tori was widely regarded as the sluttiest girl in their home town. She had worked as a stripper in a biker bar and had even gone to California to do a couple of porn videos.

The ladies left me in the shop so they could make there meeting with Jean Christophe. I had a few maintenance things to get done, and I mounted a new snowboard waxing machine in the tech room, then I locked up and headed home.

It was starting to get dark, so I turned on a few lights and then sat down to watch a little TV.

When I awoke, Tina was just walking in to the house. She looked bushed from the long drive to and from Boise.

“Babe, if I get naked do you think you’ll massage my shoulders for me?” She asked. What could I say?

“Tina, if you get naked, I’ll get naked and then I’ll massage anywhere you want, inside or out.”

Without another word, she stripped and wedged her naked ass between my thighs. My hands worked the muscles of her neck and shoulders for nearly a half hour before I let them move to more interesting parts of her body. I hefted her tits and massaged them, providing special attention to her nipples.

By the time I was massaging her ass, she had turned around and was now thoroughly impaled on my rebar rigid ram rod. She moved slowly and sensuous up and down my cock and with each up stroke I spread her cheeks and with each down stroke I pushed them tightly against my cock. I could feel her pussy getting wetter with each movement and I intensified my tongue work on her nipples. It wasn’t long before she increased the tempo of her movements. Her tits were jiggling so much it was hard to catch them with my lips as the wobbled around on her chest. Suddenly her movements changed tempo again to strong slow labored twisting rises and falls.

“Oh FUCK Jason! Oh Fuck!…Oh…oh…oh…”

Just as my cock seemed to explode inside my wife and the room seemed to fill with a bright glittery light, I heard Tanya and Tracie clapping.

Tina fell forward onto me. Her body continued to convulse for several minutes and I struggled to catch my breath.

I finally looked at Tracie and Tanya. They had huge grins on their faces as they looked at the picture on the digital viewfinder of Tanya’s camera.

Then I noticed the aroma of some exotic dish was filling the room.

“Okay you two, go get cleaned up and hurry back. Jean Christophe sent a sample of this great entrée he wants us to try…shoo…shoo!”

Tracie was pushing against my shoulders as Tanya helped Tina off my lap. Suddenly a cold damp washcloth landed on my crotch. I saw Tracie and Tanya exchanging a high five, very pleased with themselves.

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This is an account that my wife told me when we had been married for several years. It is about her first proper experience of sex, which was with her father. Sadly it was only after he had passed away that she felt able to tell me, because she was afraid of what my response might be. Up till that point I was under the impression that I was the first and only man to have fucked her.

Susan.

The events I am going to describe took place not long after my eighteenth birthday, and just before the beginning of the school spring term.

Over Christmas Daddy had suddenly announced that it was about time he redecorated the spare bedroom, which, as he was very thorough about these things, meant stripping off the old wallpaper, thoroughly cleaning the bare walls and all the paintwork, and making good any holes and cracks before finally repainting and putting up new wallpaper. I offered to help him, as I often had done in the past, but he only said yes once I had assured him that I had finished all the schoolwork we had been set for the holidays.

So on the second day of the new year off we went to the decorators store where he held an account to choose the paint and paper – this was before the days of do-it-yourself superstores. I was very excited because he had said that I could choose the colours and wallpaper pattern. He explained that this was because I would need to move out of my small bedroom into something bigger when I started my physiotherapy course in the autumn, and that he intended to fit out the spare bedroom as a study bedroom for me. This made me even more excited, especially because it showed that he was beginning to think of me as a grownup person, rather than just his little girl. I was the youngest of three, and my brother and sister had been born during the war when Daddy was away in the forces, whereas I was born four years after he came home from India, and I was therefore his favourite.

The next morning we mixed up the sugar soap, found sponges and scrapers, and set to stripping the old wallpaper. Before the days of steamers this was a messy and laborious job, but by three o’clock in the afternoon we had finished. We were very dirty and disheveled, covered in dust and sticky with old wallpaper paste, so Daddy suggested that we called a halt at that point and got ourselves cleaned up in time for dinner. Mummy poked her head around the door at that point to tell us that she was off on some errand, and wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours or so. She said that the meat was in the oven on timer to be ready for about seven thirty, but if I wanted to be helpful I could perhaps start the vegetables off later on.

Daddy then said that he was off to the bathroom, and it would be nice if I would come and scrub his back for him as I usually did. I lover my Daddy’s back, his skin was very soft and smooth, and I loved to run my fingers up and down his spine. I wasn’t worried by his nakedness – we were a family that had always been comfortable to walk around without clothes on, so I had grown up knowing what men looked like, having seen my father and my brother nude from an early age.

When I got into the bathroom, Daddy was just stepping into the bath, his penis and scrotum hanging down between his legs. I had a sudden thought that I would like to put my hand out and sort of weigh them in my palms.

He was nicely settled in the water, and I was just about to roll up my sleeves rady to sopa his back when he said, “C’mon Susie, why don’t you strip off as well and get in with me like you did when you were a little girl. It’s more economical to share the water, and we’ll be through in half the time.”

This sounded like sense, and I started to strip off my clothes. Daddy was watching me, and when I got down to my bra and knickers, I suddenly felt shy, but Daddy laughed and said, “Don’t be bashful, it’s not as if I haven’t seen it all before. Besides, it’s nice to look at a nice pair of boobs, sadly your mother is not so well endowed in that department, so I don’t know where you got yours from.”

My breasts had started to develop when I was only about twelve years old, and I was now blessed with a well shaped pair of size 34D titties, as all the boys called them. I blushed, and undoing my bra, I did a pirouette so that they bounced a little – I was rather proud of them, and I had noticed that boys couldn’t take their eyes off my chest, particularly if I wore a tight sweater. It was rather nice that my Daddy enjoyed my breasts, and I started to feel a little glow inside.

I had to turn away to pull my knickers down, but I thought I heard Daddy saying something under his breath as I bent down to pick them up off the floor, giving him a really good view of my vulva peeping between my thighs. It sounded like “Mmm, that ‘s nice,” but it was so quiet I couldn’t be sure.

When I turned round though, there was çatalca escort no doubt about the look of pure desire on his face, and then he spoke loud enough for me to hear, “Susie, you look very beautiful, and it is nice to see that you keep your pubes trimmed, they frame your lovely young pussy so delightfully.”

I blushed again, but instead of feeling shocked, I started to feel a tingly feeling between my legs, and I was aware that I was starting to become wet. To cover my embarrassment I quickly slipped into the bath behind Daddy, with my legs either side of his hips. I then took the soap and a sponge and started to wash his lovely back, as I had done so many times before, but never when I was naked and in the bath with him.

When I had finished, his back was lovely and clean, all pink and shiny, and I couldn’t resist giving him little kisses across his shoulders, and from his neck down his spine. I could swear he groaned, but I was preoccupied with loving him, my big, strong Daddy, who had always been there to look after me; my knight in shining armour who bathed my cuts, and kissed away my tears when I was hurt. This seemed so right, just the two of us together, father and daughter joined by a bond of love like no other.

After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and said, “You stay there, and I will turn round so that I have the tap end, and you can lie back and have a nice soak.”

As I lay back in the water, my boobs floated up, my pink nipples poking above the surface. Daddy put his legs either side of mine so that my feet were level with his groin. His balls were resting on my feet, they felt so strange, and yet so nice, and I could see the tip of his penis just above the level of the water. Suddenly I had the urge to see what it felt like, so I lifted one foot and stroked the shaft of his penis from his balls up to the head, and as I did so I felt it stiffen and grow. Daddy groaned out loud this time, and I felt his balls stir in their sack, and his penis grew a bit more, so that a couple of inches were sticking up above the water. The head was all purple and shiny, and I thought to myself how nice it would be to stroke it with my fingers, or to lick and suck it like a lollipop.

As I continued to stroke his penis with my foot, Daddy started to move his hips gently, thrusting his penis an inch or so further out of the water. His penis was now fully erect, and I just stared at it, fascinated by its shape and size. I had seen it many times before when it was limp and hanging down between Daddy’s legs, but this was the first erect penis I had seen. I had felt the bulge in boys trousers when we went outside for a snog at the monthly dances that were held school up the road, but this was different and much more exciting.

Daddy was now groaning and moaning all the time, and I thought of the sounds that came from Mummy and Daddy’s bedroom on a Sunday afternoon, when they went upstairs “just for an after dinner nap” and locked the door behind them so we couldn’t barge in.

“Is that what Mummy does to you on a Sunday afternoon?” I asked.

Daddy didn’t answer my question, but in a rather strained and breathless voice, simply said, “Turn round and lie back against my chest, my darling, and let me cuddle you.”

I did as he asked, giving him a very good view of my vulva and bottom as I stood up and turned round, before sitting down again. Daddy’s penis was now pressing into the cleft between my cheeks, and I was aware of how soft and silky it felt,even though it was as hard as steel. Daddy pulled my face round with one hand so that he could kiss me, his lips apart and his tongue poking its way between my lips. With his other hand he started to play with my breasts, caressing them, and pinching my nipples. This was all very stimulating, and I was now glowing all over. The tingling feeling in my pussy was now much stronger, and I could feel my clitoris starting to grow and throb.

We continued to kiss passionately, and Daddy slowly slid one hand down my tummy and between my legs. He gently parted my inner lips, spreading them out with his fingers, and then stroked up and down from the entrance to my vagina up to my clitoris. This felt delicious, and wonderful sensations rose up into my body from my pussy in waves, joining with those coming from my breasts. I was on fire, and I started to kiss him even more hungrily, alternately thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and sucking his tongue deep into mine. My hips were rocking backwards and forwards, and his penis was moving up and down between the cheeks of my bottom.

I was in heaven, and I thought that things really couldn’t get much better, until Daddy thrust first one, and then two fingers, into my vagina, and started to stroke the wall at the place where I imagined my g-spot to be. I knew all about the g-spot because we had esenyurt escort been passing round Alex Comfort’s new book “The Joy of Sex” at school, covered in a brown paper wrapper of course. There had been lots of girlish giggling because of the very daring, and to us, naughty drawings of a young couple making love.

Since my periods had started when I was twelve, they had always been very heavy, and I was in the habit of using two tampons at the same time on the worst two days. As a result I had broken my hymen some years earlier, and also meant that there was plenty of room for two of Daddy fingers. So all I felt was exquisite pleasure, far better than I had ever felt when I used the handle of my hairbrush to masturbate with.

By now I was starting to lose all control of my body, which was quivering as waves of pure joy washed over me. I started to cry out in my ecstasy, “Oh Daddy, that is so nice. Daddy, don’t stop. Daddy, love me. Oh, oh, oh.”

This was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, as my Daddy gently and skilfully loved me, to the point that I found myself losing contact with everything around me, except for his fingers, and lips, and tongue, and body taking me to a new land of delight, where everything flooded with golden light.

But then he stopped, taking his fingers out of my vagina, and putting hands on my hips. I felt so empty, and started to sob with disappointment, “Don’t stop, Daddy. I love you, you are so good and kind to me, please don’t stop loving me.”

Daddy started to lift me up until the head of his penis was just nestling in the entrance of my vagina, and I realised that he was going to fuck me, and make me a real woman. This filled me with even greater joy, along with the thought that the Daddy I loved so much, and who loved and cared for me, was about to give me the greatest gift that a father can give his daughter. Slowly he lowered me onto his penis until he was totally inside me. The sensation was incredible, beyond any words to describe, and I really thought I was in heaven. I could feel his penis caressing the walls of my vagina, filling every part of me, and where there had been two people there was now only one, one new divine being of love and passion.

I was almost speechless with rapture, but I managed to cry out, “I love you Daddy, I love you and I am completely yours now.”

We did not move for what seemed like an eternity, almost as if time had been suspended, as we floated in a sea of bliss. Then Daddy started to stroke and squeeze my clitoris, and I ascended to even greater heights of rapture as my orgasm swept through me, my body shaking, and my head thrown back onto Daddy’s shoulder. I had never imagined that such pleasure existed, anything so earth-shattering, and I wanted it to go on for ever. Eventually I came down to earth again, and it was then I realised that Daddy hadn’t had his climax yet, and that in his love for me, he had totally concentrated on my pleasure.

“Daddy, that was amazing, thank-you for giving me such indescribable pleasure. But you haven’t come yet. Fuck me some more until you come. I want to give you the same pleasure that Mummy gives you. I love you so much, and I want to feel you ejaculate inside me, and fill me with your sperm.”

I had no fear that I would get pregnant, as I had started on the contraceptive pill a few months earlier at the suggestion of our family doctor. As I said, my periods were very heavy and sometimes painful, and he suggested the pill as a way of controlling them, so that I could fully concentrate on my studies. Daddy and Mummy had totally agreed, but I had never thought that one result would be that I could experience such mind-blowing joy.

Daddy lifted me off his penis, stood up and got out of the bath. He asked me to do the same, and he then roughly dried us both off with a towel, so that we would not get cold. I was sad that our love-making was coming to an end without him having an orgasm, and it felt rather incomplete, but he then told me to bend over and hold on to the back of the chair with my legs apart. He took a long look at my pussy, the lips swollen with desire, and the entrance to my vagina still open, ready to be penetrated once more. Then he placed the head of his penis in the entrance, and with one thrust buried himself once more deep inside me. The feeling of his shaft sliding deep into my body was almost enough to drive me over the top again, and I shuddered with excitement.

This time he did not remain stay still for long, but started to thrust in and out of me with long steady strokes, his balls slapping against me every time he was fully home. He leaned forward to kiss and nuzzle my neck, and he cupped my breasts in both hands, kneading the flesh and pinching my nipples hard, as his thrusts grew faster and more urgent, fucking me harder etiler escort and harder. I started to squeal and moan as my second orgasm started to rise up within me. I was utterly consumed by passion, and every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on the sensations coursing through my body, and the world seemed to disappear in a fierce golden glow, as if I was falling into the sun.

We were both sheathed in a thin film of sweat, and I could feel that my chest and faced were flushed, visual evidence of my state of utter arousal and abandonment to the pleasure of sex. Daddy’s penis had now become my whole world, filling me utterly, possessing me, taking me, fucking me harder and harder. It started to swell and stiffen even more, and then started to jerk and pulse. Suddenly I felt his hot semen spurting deep into me, as he ejaculated seven or eight times, grunting and groaning with the effort, filling my vagina with his seed. This pushed me to even greater levels of rapture, my body entirely at his mercy, filled with his essence, and I started to slip out of consciousness, such was the intensity of the pleasure racking my body.

After a while, Daddy’s penis slipped out of me, and holding me tenderly in his arms, he turned me round and tenderly kissed each of my breasts in turn, followed by my mouth and my eyes. I was limp as a rag, my legs like jelly, so he gently lowered me onto the chair, and turned to get a damp flannel to wipe away the mixture of our juices that coated his penis and balls, and my pussy and the inner thighs.

“Oh Daddy, that was so wonderful,” I murmured weakly, “Please, please, can you do it again soon, I have never felt so close to you. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“We’ll see,” he replied, “I will need time to recover, I haven’t ejaculated so much for years. And besides, your mother might have something to say about it.”

“Oh Daddy, I hadn’t thought about that. We have been very naughty. Will she be annoyed when she finds out. But it was so beautiful, it can’t have been that wrong, can it?”

“I will talk to Mummy later,” he said, “and I am sure she will come and see you this evening when you have gone to bed. I don’t believe that she will be angry, because she loves you just as much as I do, and she will want you to find out about making love and fucking from someone who cares about you before you plunge into the world of the hospital, and all its temptations.”

Later that evening, after I had gone to bed, Mummy came into my room. She was wearing one of her lovely silk dressing gowns, which was only loosely tied, so that I could see her breasts as she leant forward to give me a goodnight kiss.

“Mummy,” I said, somewhat tremulously, “Has Daddy said anything to you?”

“Yes,” she replied softly, and with a gentle smile, “He told me all about your afternoon, and before you ask, I am not cross at all. I have been suggesting to him for some time that before you started your training in the hospital, you needed someone to show you how beautiful sex could be. Who better than the man who loves you most in all the world.”

“Oh Mummy, thank-you,” I said, relieved that she was happy with what had happened, “It was wonderful, and Daddy was so gentle with me. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.”

What she did next, however, took me completely by surprise. She undid her gown and opened it, and I could see that she was naked underneath.

“Look at my pussy,” she said, “See how excited it is thinking about you and Daddy. Feel how wet I am,” and she took my hand and put it between her legs. “I am going to take your father to bed now, and fuck him until we both come in a paroxysm of ecstasy. But tonight I am going to leave both bedroom doors open so that you can hear us. In future I want you to join us on a Sunday afternoon, and we can teach you all there is to know about sexual passion.”

With that, she kissed me on the lips, and turned and left, leaving the bedroom door open as she had promised. That night, listening to the moans of passion coming from their bedroom, I played with myself until I came too, my mind full of the memories of my first fuck with Daddy. For the next few months I joined Mummy and Daddy in bed on a Sunday afternoon, and as Mummy had promised we fucked in all sorts of combinations, and every time was just as wonderful as the first. I discovered that my favourite position was on top, straddling Daddy’s thighs and riding him until we both came in a hurricane of mutual delight. Sometimes Mummy would straddle his face, facing me, and would kiss me and play with my clitoris until all three of us climaxed in rapture.

Unfortunately, a week before my training at the hospital was due to start, Daddy had his first heart attack and we never fucked again. I started going out with the man who was to become my wonderful husband a few months after I had started my training, but we did not have full sex until the first night of our honeymoon. I did teach him some delightful tricks, and to this day he is highly accomplished at cunnilingus, and never fails to give me delight.

To be continued.

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Jared looked into the rear view mirror studying the flames. They seemed to be following him down the long, narrow country road. “Damn, if the winds change we’ll be screwed,” he thought as he drove deeper into the canyon. This section of the canyon had sprouted up cabins over the past 4 years for people wanting to leave the city. Forests burn, they need to burn and now this canyon was an urban interface. It hadn’t burned in almost 10 years; the carrier fuels were heavy; this could get real ugly, real fast.

Helen smelled smoke on the light breeze and wondered who would have a fire this time of year. The neighborhood association had warned all the residents not to do any burning because the fire danger was extreme. It’s probably one of those prescribed burns she had read about. Something about fire cleaning up the forest floor and then the trees grew better. As she started up the stairs to her log cabin the phone began ringing. Opening the door she ran and picked up the receiver just in time to hear her mother’s hysterical warnings about being burnt in the worse fire in the past decade.

“Mom, slow down. What are you talking about? What fire? The canyon is on fire. Ten thousand acres have burned. No, I haven’t heard the news. Ok, ok I’ll turn on the television. Mom, I wanted to move to the Canyon. I’d had enough of city life; sometimes a person has to reconnect with nature and I’d trade the chance of fire to gangs any day,” Helen explained as she balanced the phone in the crook of her neck and reached for the television remote.

“Yes, mom I see. It’s channel 24. Let me call you back I can’t concentrate on what they’re saying and your constant chatter. Yes, I promise I’ll call you right back. I’m NOT on fire mom; I don’t see flames. I promise, I’ll call back,” Helen placed the phone on the cradle and sat on the futon to watch the footage of the fire that seemed to be headed her way. She had made sure her cabin was cleared to 100 feet and that all the flammable containers and the wood stack were stored at opposite sides of the land beyond the 100 foot margin. No pine needles littered the roof. A fire traveling fast and crowning might pose a threat yet she had followed the Forest Service guidelines exactly. She knew they would send fire officials to warn residents when they needed to evacuate. No one had knocked at her door so that had to be a good sign.

Picking up the phone she was relieved when her mother’s answering machine clicked on. “Mom, there is a danger. I’m going to pack the truck and be ready to pull out. No one has come by to warn me so I think I’m ok for now. I’ll call later.” Hanging up the phone she looked around and wondered aloud, “What has to go with me? I’ve pared down to the bare essentials so what has to go with me?” She immediately packed the dog’s food and leash; she’d also need some clothes, basic food and water just in case the pass through the canyon was closed.

The sound of a vehicle in her drive brought a reflexive gasp as she looked out to see a Forest Service green rig pulling to the front door. A man of about beşiktaş escort 40 stepped out, not bad looking and in uniform so she probably didn’t have to worry about a serial killer. She opened the door and again noticed the smell of smoke in the air. “Good morning. My name is Jared Spelling. We are warning residents that an evacuation might be necessary. It would be best if you packed a few things and got ready to leave. We’ll be back to give you the evacuation command should it become necessary.” Helen looked at the man and smiled. She thanked him. He smiled back at her, tipped his hat and left. Jared, the Forest Service official, was gone as quickly as he had come.

Helen looked around; what next? A shower, she hadn’t had a shower today best to get cleaned up and be ready to go, if needed. Walking out to the back porch, she crossed over to the outside shower. She quickly stripped out of her jeans, panties, T-shirt and bra stepping into the stream of water. She had made a great decision buying the place and setting it up to be environmentally-friendly and rustic. The water spraying over her body as she soaped felt erotic and her nipples were instantly hard. It certainly wasn’t easy finding a sex partner in the boonies but her imagination and a variety of dildoes and vibrators kept her satisfied. How long had it been since she had masturbated? Soaping her body she realized she was aroused and lingered over her clit and vaginal opening. At least two weeks she mused…it had to have been at least two weeks because she had been busy canning blackberries and she had stayed up late several nights to work on her book. The familiar zing of true arousal struck her cunt; she was instantly wet and so very receptive to a hard cock… Just thinking about it was making her knees weak. A flesh and blood cock, hard, ready…ooohhh moaning she slipped two fingers into her cunt curling them so she’d hit her G-spot…deep, rhythmic pressure then withdrawing to rub her clit. Leaning against the wall of the open shower, eyes closed she felt her orgasm building quickly.

As Jared drove away he felt mildly excited. The woman at the last cabin was pretty and she had smiled at him. He’d make sure that if an evacuation order was issued he would personally go back to her place. Maybe she was single, great tits and a nice ass perhaps she was as lonely and horny as he was who knows maybe he could comfort her. His radio crackled and there it was the order to evacuate this section of the canyon. He whipped the truck around quickly and headed back to the woman’s cabin.

When he drove into the driveway she didn’t come to the door. As he walked across the porch he didn’t see her inside and decided to walk around back she was probably packing her vehicle. As he turned the corner of the cabin, his heart almost stopped at the sight in front of him. The woman was nude, standing in an outside shower water running down her body; she was clearly masturbating. His cock was rock hard in seconds. She was dipping the fingers of her right hand in and out of beylikdüzü escort her cunt and her left hand was squeezing her nipple. She was actually humping her own hand. Her head was off to one side, her mouth open, gasping and she was leaning against the wall of the shower. He thought he could hear her moaning over the sound of the water. He reached down to readjust his cock and rubbed his hand over it. Pre-come had already seeped through his pants.

Helen was deeply aroused oblivious to her surroundings so that when Zip, her terrier, started to bark she jumped not realizing he was so close to her. She looked first at Zip and then up at what he was barking at…the man, the Forest Service man was standing not 20 feet from her. She immediately saw his cock clearly outlined through his pants and the wet spot that revealed his arousal. She didn’t feel frightened. Her body jerked and her cunt clenched hard at the sight of the swollen member restrained in his pants.

Jared saw the dog out of the corner of his eye just as he started barking at him. He glanced at the dog then back at the woman who was obviously staring at the bulge in his pants. He thought he saw her body move towards him and he found himself crossing the yard discarding his clothes without even thinking of what he was doing. It just seemed natural. His body wanted this woman and he knew her body wanted him. By the time he reached her, his cock was free, his pants falling down his legs, his shirt had come off he didn’t remember how. When he reached for her, she jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist impaling herself on his cock in one swift movement. He thought he’d topple over yet he managed to lean her up against the shower wall and hammer into her. He could feel her feet pushing into his butt pulling him deeper and holding him inside her. Her cunt was wet and tight; it seemed to be milking the very life out of him. When her vagina started spasmodic contractions he felt his cock swell and explode. He couldn’t hold back the flood of come as he pumped into her willing body. Her head was on his shoulder and she was softly moaning, her cunt continued squeezing him with tiny contractions. He honestly felt he had emptied his life into her. Her legs slid down his ass and he became aware of the shower still spraying on both of them. When her feet hit the ground his cock slid from her cunt, a gush of fluids followed. He was still leaning into her. He looked at her; she was facing him as tears ran down her cheeks both were still breathing hard. She reached over and shut off the water. Zip was standing at the woman’s feet looking up at her wagging his tail.

When Jared pulled away from the woman she almost fell. He felt woozy himself and reached out and steadied himself on the shower wall. Jared felt self-conscious, now what? He had just fucked a stranger half dressed in his uniform and a fire was raging towards them. What if the crews showed up and found him bare ass naked in a shower with one of those pain-in-the-ass canyon tree huggers?

Helen beyoğlu escort saw the man walking towards her. He ripped open his shirt and threw it on the ground. He unbuckled his pants, unzipped them and his cock sprang free pointing directly at her. She wanted it; she had to have that cock deep inside her. When he reached her, she leapt into his arms grasping his waist with her legs to pull him deep into her. He slid in easily. What a great cock, a big, fat head something a girl’s cunt could really suck on. And suck she did — her cunt seemed to come to life — grasping, pulling, and clinging to the throbbing life deep within her. She could feel the weight of his body against her as he leaned their bodies into the shower wall. Her orgasm took her violently. With the first spasms she felt his cock swell even more and knew he was going to come deep inside her. He came for what seemed like minutes. As her orgasm subsided the tiny aftershocks rocked her body she felt her cunt milking even more of his come. She felt drugged. Her legs slid down. She felt the earth and realized she had to lean against the wall and the stranger to keep from falling. Turning off the water she saw Zip at her feet and smiled at him. “Mom got fucked good, big guy,” she mused. Looking at the stranger their eyes met it was then she realized she had been weeping. Deep, soul-level orgasms always left her weeping. What was his name? Why had he returned?

Jared pulled away from the woman and handed her the towel hanging over a chair. She took the towel and wrapped her body. She started walking toward the cabin. He followed her picking up his clothes and dressing as they walked. When they reached the porch he said, “You have to leave; the evacuation has been ordered. You must leave now. Are you ready? I can help you pack your truck.” Helen turned dressing quickly in front of the stranger. She grabbed Zip’s belongings and a few of her own and headed out the door. When she reached the truck, the stranger said, “Go to the base set up at the far end of the canyon. You can wait there. I’ll meet you there. I have to get to the others quickly.” Then he kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that told her he knew her.

Helen settled Zip in the truck and started the engine. The stranger was already pulling out of her driveway and heading deeper into the canyon. She noticed as she looked south the way the stranger was traveling that black smoke was billowing up from the tops of the forest. She headed north to the base camp. Dialing her mother’s number on her cell phone she was disappointed when her mother answered. “Mom, I am evacuating to the base camp. Everything is fine. Zip and I are ok. Don’t worry. I’ll call you later.” Hanging up as her mother began to speak she didn’t think she had the energy for her mother’s endless hysterics.

Driving through the canyon she had time to think about fucking the Forest Service man. What would she say when she saw him at the base camp? What must he think? Perhaps she should just keep driving to her mothers and wait for the ok to return to her cabin. As the base camp neared, she pulled in knowing she wanted to feel him deep inside her again.

When Jared got to the farthest house, the residents had already left. The fire crews were cutting line and setting up for their fight. He pulled on his gloves, grabbed his radio and headed to the fire line.

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This story continues the saga telling the relationship I have with my son, Owen, as detailed in the previous two stories about Owen.

*

I had a telephone call from Marion last Friday. This was not unusual as we had kept in touch with each other ever since our sons started University together. But on this occasion she asked me if I were interested in joining her for a visit to our sons, and I readily agreed, as I had been having to make do with sessions with Chloe whilst Owen was away, and even that depended on whether or not she was not previously occupied with one of her many boy-friends.

Anyway, we agreed to plan it as a bit of a surprise, and so I drove to meet her and pick her up in my car on Saturday. I was not surprised, though, when she got into the car carrying just a small bag containing soap and a toothbrush, apart from her handbag, with no evidence of change of clothing or night attire, although the plan was to stay overnight if possible.

As she got into the car she leaned over for a warm kiss, and then settled back into her seat as we drove to our destination, some five hours away at least.

Owen had given me directions in the past for the four-bedroomed house they were renting, and I found it quite easily.

We parked the car and together we walked up to the door and rang the door-bell. There came a sound of scuffling behind the door for a short time and then it was opened by a very pretty blonde girl wearing what seemed to be no more than a towel, although she did not seem to be as wet as if we had disturbed her in the shower.

She looked a little puzzled at seeing us there until we explained who we were, and then her face changed into a big smile of a greeting.

“Come in, please” she said, then turned her head to shout up the stairs, “It’s all right. It’s your mums, Owen and George. Shall I bring them up?”

A little to our surprise, although we should not have been surprised actually, George appeared at the top of the staircase dressed only in what looked suspiciously like a pair of feminine knickers, judging from the lace which seemed to be the main material.

“Hi Mom!” he called out, and as he came down to meet us he was closely followed by Owen, similarly dressed but also sporting a bra which looked so incongruous on him. But behind him was a red-head of a girl who was just wearing a man’s shirt, several sizes too big for her.

Marion and I were puzzled for a few seconds, but Owen called out to us as he came down to meet us — “Great to see you, but you have just interrupted our game. Not that it matters,” he continued. “We were having a game of transvestite strip-poker, but we had nearly finished as you can see. That is why Nadine had to slip on a towel to answer the door, in case it was someone who would not understand why the rest of us were dressed as we are.”

The girls did not seem to be as embarrassed as we would have thought, but as Owen and George introduced us as Nicky and Marion to them, both Nadine and Betty said how much they had been wanting to meet us, saying that George and Owen had told them so much about us and about our four-way relationships!

“They have often spoken about you and have even showed us some of the photographs you have sent them, showing you all together in bed, and playing with each other,” said Betty.

“Yes,” said Nadine. “They have often told us about you, and how you (and she nodded to me) helped George to lose his virginity.”

“That was my daughter, Chloe”, I started to say, but Betty again interrupted to say laughingly to Owen, “So I wonder if that means I shall have to sleep on my own tonight, then?”

I looked at them both, as Owen replied, “Not necessarily. Depends how the evening goes!”

“Oh, goody!” she answered him. Then she said, “But we should finish this game another time, I think.”

“Yes, perhaps you should,” I said to them all. “Marion and I would like to take you all out for a meal, and then perhaps a disco. Would you like that?”

They jumped at the opportunity, especially as it meant that Marion and I would be footing the bill, and then excused themselves to change in readiness.

Marion and I had no reservations about accompanying George and Owen whilst they dressed, and neither of them seemed the least embarrassed. And nor should they have been. Not only had we had all seen each other nude before but we had all been regular fucking partners.

After the boys had changed (and Marion and I had restrained ourselves from touching them whilst they were undressed — that could come later) we went downstairs to wait for the two girls, who soon appeared.

Whether the boys had had some influence on the way the girls were dressed I would not try to hazard a guess, but they certainly looked as if they were on the look-out for a good time.

Both of them were completely bare at the midriff, and although I was used to seeing Chloe wearing as little as possible when going out these two seemed to be wearing even less! As tops bahçelievler escort they were both similarly covered, if covered is the word. A narrow band of chiffon encircled their breasts but so see-through that they may as well have had nothing covering them at all. Their skirts were tinier than any I had ever seen and dipped low in front revealing their belly-buttons with space below, and they must have been shaved as the skirts dipped right to the beginnings of their slits which could just be made out. From the rear the dip was also in evidence so that the tiny elastics of what must have been g-strings were on show.

Betty saw my appreciative eyes taking all this in, and she laughed as she told us that the boys had bought these outfits but so far they had not worn them anywhere outside the house as yet. She then made no fuss at all as she raised the bottom hem of her skirt (and there was not much to lift) to show how flimsy the g-string was, consisting as it did of no more than a tiny black fragment which had already slipped between her cunt lips in a really beautiful camel-toe.

But my curiosity was satisfied straight away as Nadine said, “I hope you approve — Owen and George bought these for us, like Owen says he does for you. Have you got some on that he bought in the past?”

“Unfortunately, no,” I answered. Then, with sheer audacity I took my own hem and pulled it up to the waist, showing everyone the fact that I was not wearing any knickers at all! But the action also revealed the fact that I wore stockings and suspenders, and this seemed to amuse the girls.

“I’ve never worn those,” said Betty. “But I must admit that they look really sexy the way they frame your pussy. But are you really going to go to the disco without any knickers at all? “

“We certainly are,” said Marion. “I’ve none on either — we both came prepared for an immediate fuck from our sons, but that can wait for now.” Then she turned to me and asked, “What do you think, Nicky? Shall we go with stockings and suspenders on, or should we remove them and perhaps ask the girls if we could borrow some shorter skirts?”

“But still without knickers, of course,” I agreed. “After all, who knows — we might get picked up by some young studs if we do.”

The girls seemed amused with our remarks, but the boys took it in their stride — naturally, as they knew us well!

“We have no more as short as these, though,” apologised Nadine. But we told her that it did not matter — just so long as they were shorter than the ones we were wearing at the time.

Betty slipped out and quickly returned with two mini-skirts, neither of which was as short as the ones they had on, but nevertheless quite revealing inasmuch as they were wrap-around with a Velcro fastening.

Again, neither Marion nor I felt the least embarrassed as we slipped off our own skirts and replaced them with the borrowed ones quite unconcerned with our audience, and at the same time slipping off the suspender belts and stockings.

Once ready we squeezed into my car, Marion in the passenger seat and Owen sitting between us on the “child” seat whilst George sat between the two girls behind us.

But nothing untoward happened on the journeys, as it was fairly short. I pulled up outside a steak-house which everyone agreed was as good an option as any, tonight being a Saturday night and restaurants usually being pre-booked on such nights.

Being a steak-house, though, meant that we were seated in small booths, which was really to our advantage, mainly because our manner of dress would not have been really suitable for tables and dining chairs — all four females were showing practically everything, especially Marion, whose wrap-around skirt seemed to be made for a shorter waist than hers. This meant that it was already parting company when she sat down, and was open enough to reveal a glimpse of her smooth pussy lips, although the fact that she was spreading her legs probably helped, the brazen hussy. (Like me, though, really.)

Anyway, her display was not apparent to the waitress who served us, but did cause amusement amongst our party.

A couple of bottles of wines and six steaks later and we were ready for the disco.

Again, this was not too far away, either, and so as soon as I had parked the car we all trooped inside.

The place was full of students, and our boys and the girls seemed to know most of the crowd, and Owen explained as well that they often came here because of this. Evidently, he told us, it was because the crowd were mainly students that there was a more tolerant attitude as to dress or to casual petting. Heavier petting did take place, but this was usually done in less obvious places, such as in one of the darker alcoves or perhaps even in the garden outside.

As if to illustrate this he pointed to one of the side alcoves alongside where we were standing and on looking in we saw that a young couple were inside in a really passionate embrace, bahçeşehir escort he with one hand down the top of her sweater and she with her hand down the front of his trousers.

“Mind you, that’s tame compared with what we will be able to see later on,” said Betty. “Some of them could not care less what they may show. And I’m one of them!” she added with a giggle.

But Owen then asked me onto the floor to dance, and George did the same with Marion. As we went onto the tightly packed floor, though, we saw that Betty and Nadine were being attended to by two other boys who seemed to know them well.

Eventually we decided to sit down again, and on looking round we saw George with Marion already in one of the booths, kissing intimately like the two lovers they actually were. As we joined them they made no move to separate, vaguely acknowledging us as they continued to kiss and fondle. Mind you, they had been separated for some time as lovers now that George was a University, as had Owen and me.

So it was no coincidence that, as we sat beside them, Owen and I began to smooch, and his hands immediately sought my boobs through my thin dress.

We continued like this for a short while until we were suddenly disturbed by another couple, as the girl said, “Owen! You lucky devil! Are you going to introduce us to your new girl-friend? We haven’t seen her before.”

We broke contact, although Owen kept his mauling hand still pawing my breast as he looked up and said, “Hi Steph! Hi Steve! This is Nicola — she has come to stay with us for the weekend with her friend Marion, who is somewhere around with George.”

(I was extremely pleased that he was calling me Nicola. He was not divulging any of our secrets to anyone else, even though Betty and Nadine seemed to be fully aware of our situation.)

Whereas Steph was a quite petite blonde girl, pretty and slim, Steve was well-built and hefty. This was because, as I found out later, he was a rugby player and played for the first team.

Steve looked straight at me, though, and then asked Owen if he would mind if he were to take his girl-friend onto the dance floor, meaning me of course.

Owen made no objections, and as I stood up Steph took my place, and I was not surprised to see her kissing Owen as we left them.

The music at the time was playing a very slow smoochy number, and we clinched closely together as we swayed to the music. I could feel his strong hands sliding slowly down my back until they cupped my bottom, and I did the same to him. But then I felt such a tingling sensation as I realised that his hands had now opened up so that his fingers were pressing into the cleft of my bottom, hampered only by the thin cotton of my skirt, beneath which, of course, I was completely bare.

Steve seemed to sense this, and as his lips brushed mine he whispered, “No knickers?” I replied just as softly, “None at all. And no bra either.”

He seemed to take this as a ‘come-on’, and indeed it was meant as such, for he then suggested in a very low voice that perhaps we should find our own little alcove.

I was more than willing, with a hunk like this little more than half my own age. He steered us to one end of the room until he saw what he was looking for — an empty recess.

This one was very secluded, though, and was ‘L’-shaped, so that we just sneaked round the corner where we were almost completely hidden from the rest of the room.

In order to encourage him as much as possible I immediately reached my hand across to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers as his hand reached across and parted the gap of my wrap-over mini-skirt to settle right on my smooth pussy, which was already feeling quite warm with expectation.

As one, then two of his fingers began to penetrate me I parted my thighs for his easier access and our tongues met forcibly as we both kissed uncontrollably.

My hand had, by now, torn open his zip and was recklessly grasping and wanking his meaty cock, until he suddenly broke contact to gasp out, “Let’s go outside where we can be more private.”

I was as anxious as he was and made no hesitation in following him outside through the rear doors and out into a dimly-lit type of garden, liberally planted with trees and with randomly scattered benches, some of which were already occupied by couples but at whom we scarcely looked out of consideration.

We eventually found one unoccupied, whereupon I instantly lay back, and swiftly snatched open the Velcro fastenings to my skirt, leaving myself completely exposed in the discreetly subdued lighting as I begged him to fuck me as brutally as he could.

Next second he was on me, his cock feeling like a hot rod of steel as he rammed it in the way I wanted it — fiercely and rough.

This continued for only a very short time, as we were both so pent-up that we simultaneously came almost instantly, his semen flooding me, overflowing onto the seat below us.

“You bakırköy escort lucky fucker!” came a voice I knew, and I looked up to see Marion with George, her top gaping open to reveal both breasts, George’s hand still cupping one of them as one of his arms encircled her from behind.

At first Steve seemed a little embarrassed at having been caught, but seeing how Marion and George were looking at us he quickly recovered his composure and instead seemed proud to be exhibiting what he probably regarded as his ‘monster’. Granted, it had hardly drooped since he withdrew, but actually I had seen (and been fucked by) others of a similar size, including Owen’s.

He seemed to be even more relaxed, though, when Marion leaned forward and, using her fingers, scooped up some of the sticky mess now covering my cunt and then transferred them to her own mouth.

“Nice” she said, offering me her fingers which still had some of the cum sticking to them. I took my turn in licking them, too, as Steve watched in amazement. Evidently he had never seen anyone enjoying the taste of cum before.

But, hunk though he was, and although his lack of droop was very significant, nevertheless he seemed to have been satisfied for now, for he suddenly stood up, fastened his trousers again, and without a word disappeared, leaving me alone with Marion and George.

“Where’s Owen?” asked Marion, to which I replied that I did not know.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Just wondering,” came the cryptic reply. “But where did you pick up that beefy hunk?”

“He picked me up,” I told her. “I left his girl-friend with Owen, though. I wonder if Steve has gone to look for them? If so, I hope he realises that what is sauce for the gander is also sauce for the goose!”

But just then another familiar voice was heard by all of us.

“Someone talking about me?” we heard Owen say, and we turned to see Owen with Betty, Owen holding a tiny scrap of something in his hand.

He did not seem too concerned at my state of undress, but laughed as he said, “I have just been doing my good turn! Betty was complaining that her g-string was uncomfortable, as it keeps slipping inside her pussy, so I have just taken it off for her.” And he held out the tiny wisp to show us. Does either of you two want to try it on?”

“Sorry, Owen,” I told him. “My pussy is still full of come, and I would not want to ruin it.”

“But if you screw it up into a ball you can push it inside my cunt,” said Marion. “Mine is only wet with pee, as that is where we have just been. George was saying that it is a long time since he last watched me pee so I have been doing that for him.”

She held her skirt up long enough for Owen to insert it right the way inside her, then we decided that perhaps it was time for going back to their house for the night.

First thing, though, was to find Nadine, wherever she was.

We did find her, though, on the dance floor with another girl, but as soon as she saw us she left and came over to us.

“I’m not in the mood for fucking with anyone else tonight,” she explained. “I was getting so worked up with our strip poker session and I was close to winning, and that is what I wanted tonight.”

Marion and I looked at one another. What a strange thing to want! But perhaps there was something a little more to it than we had first thought.

“Well, shall we go back and restart the game?” asked Betty. “I’m game, and we can show Marion and Nicola how we play it. I’m sure that they would enjoy it.”

This time Owen drove my car, saying it would be easier for him to drive than to sit there explaining the route.

On arriving home, though, Marion and I watched as Owen and George went into the girls’ rooms, opening their drawers and extracting various items of clothing, whilst the two girls went into Owen and George’s rooms and began doing the same.

Actually they did not wear much when they had finished. George had on a bra and French knickers, Owen had on just a skirt and an unfastened blouse, and the girls appeared in shorts and neckties. Breasts were bare!

“Can we join in?” asked Marion, to which Nadine answered that we were welcome, but that if we did, she warned us, we would have to be prepared for the same conclusions as they were.

This sounded mysterious, but as nothing could ever shock either Marion or me we were more than game, and so we also put on the boys’ shorts and a jacket, just so that we all started equal with just two items. With such little clothing the game was sure the end fairly quickly, we thought.

It was not long, though, before Marion and I were out of the game, having lost both our items in turn. George was down to just the knickers; Owen was still wearing both his items, and Nadine and Betty were minus their shorts.

But then Owen lost two rounds in succession and Betty lost her remaining item, leaving Nadine in just the tie.

“Whoopee!” she cried. “I’ve won. Now, let’s get to the bathroom quickly for my prize!”

She virtually ran all the way upstairs and when Marion and I arrived she was lying full length in the empty bath.

Immediately Betty jumped onto and straddled the sides of the bath, balancing lewdly with her wide-open pussy facing Nadine, whilst the two boys stood holding their cocks towards her as well.

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The old man, whose name was Calvin, woke up startled. He had been having a dream. Vague images lingered in his mind, but nothing clear. There had been pain in his dream, there had been laughter, there had been grief in his dream, and there had been lust. Oh, always there was lust. So many women had passed through his long life, many of them naked and voluptuous. There was no surprise in that, he had been an artist most of his life.

He lay now, wide awake, in his massive bed, in this large house, which, in reality, was too large for his needs now. Just as the bed was too large for a single body. But he would never voluntarily leave this house. Too much of Laura still lived with him in this house. So much of it displayed on the wall in front of him.

Three years since the pneumonia had taken her from him, and he would go on seeing her in every room, at every table, in every stage of undress. Quite apart from all his depictions of her around the house, she was locked firmly inside him.

He knew too that before long he would not be leaving. This very bed would claim him. At present his two faithful assistants, (he refused to call them servants) served him breakfast, and then they would bathe and dress him. After that they would ask which view he wanted to paint that day, and he would tell them.

If it was a clear day, it would be the upstairs gallery, where many of his unsold paintings were kept, and from the window there he could paint the green and purples of the distant hills. He knew well that his assistants secretly visited this gallery to ogle some of his more erotic works. Those of women offering themselves in the throes of passion. Calvin was pleased that they could take some pleasure from that, just as he had when he was young and producing them.

On a sunny day, they might place him under a parasol on the patio, from where he could paint chosen aspects of the garden, the garden that charged his memory of Laura even more. She loved that garden, and had supervised much of how it was arranged, from the bubbling water course, to the galaxy of flowering shrubs, which she had cleverly selected so that a display of colour was on show all summer long.

He lay and tried to dredge up the dream again. Nothing remained. He couldn’t even recover the lust. Ah, sweet desire. All such thoughts had died with Laura, it seemed. He allowed himself a sorrowful smile, as his hands searched under the covers and touched his shrunken little penis. What times they’d shared, and there was always memory.

And memory inevitably took him back to that circumstance when, as a young man, for a while, he had been unable to distinguish a dream from reality. No problem recalling that .

He had been twenty years old, and should have still been attending university. But having already sold two or three of his paintings, all the signs were he would have a lucrative career ahead of him. All his tutors had encouraged him with high praise, and had, naturally, been highly disappointed when he told them he was bored with university and was dropping out to pursue his art more thoroughly on his own. Their warnings of hard times ahead fell on deaf ears, and apart from one brief fallow spell he had never regretted his decision.

He rented himself a small flat in the city where he could wander out to paint landscapes, or, by curtaining off part of the large bedroom, he made a studio where he could do still life, portraits, or the ever popular nude studies of the female form. Searching out models to pose nude had not been as difficult as he had feared, and the nearness of the bedroom, had been very convenient when the occasional model welcomed his attentions.

Detecting such amorous availability became quite a skill for him. Best done, while handling a nude model into a required pose, he would ensure that one hand somehow slid along an inner thigh. At that same moment he would glance up into the model’s eyes, and from what he saw there he would know that follow up was on the cards when painting was done. So his artistic ability increased along with his sensual experience.

In the summer of ’47 he rented a seaside cottage, newly refurbished, since the coastline had opened up after the war. His main intention in the two weeks he was there was to try his hand at coastal scenes, but he also intended to continue his experience with painting naked ladies. Two of his most recent sales had been to gentlemen who appreciated the way he caught the lascivious qualities of a naked woman.

A castle over the dunes, a fishing boat returning to harbour, sea birds rising in a flock from a rocky shore, were all pleasing, and, more importantly for a relatively poor young man, likely to sell. However, although he had much satisfaction working on such coastal pictures, he had no response to an advert he’d placed in two local shops for female models. In consequence he was carrying a degree of sexual frustration after a blank fortnight.

However, on ataşehir escort the morning of his last day in the cottage, a rather buxom young lady, twenty two years of age, turned up at his door. Looking her full figure over, under her clothing, he had visions of the lady being the very type of model Rubens might have used. She was dubious, at first, about doing naked posing, but when she was made a generous monetary offer, she agreed.

Sure enough, when she had removed her clothing and lay on the cushions the artist had laid out for her, without too much coyness it has to be said, he could see that her large breasts, wide hips, heavy thighs, gave her that very look he had imagined. He knew, it being his last day, he would have to make a very quick outline so that he could complete it at his leisure when he got home.

By late evening, darkening outside, he felt he had gone as far as he could at that stage. Now after staring at her all day, even though she might not have been his ideal for for such ventures, Calvin could not resist moving in on her. At first she seemed rather flattered, that he wanted to kiss her, stroke and nuzzle her breasts and that she could produce that huge bulge in his pants. It was when his fingers had tried to slide between her thighs, and he had moved her hand towards his bulge that she objected.

“I never, ever, go that far,” she had exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

Calvin was steaming with desire by this time, sure that the experience of spending himself inside a woman of this size and delicious softness would be most stimulating. The pressure in his penis was near agonising, as, despairingly, he watched the big lady pull on her clothes.

In bed by midnight Calvin just could not sleep. Too hot, too worked up, he rolled around in the bed, over onto his stomach, but the friction on his penis only increased the discomfort. Outside he could see bright moonlight, and he wondered if the cool night air might calm him down. It was turned two o’clock when he rolled out of bed, donned shirt and pants, before moving outside.

For that time in the morning the air was unusually warm. Calvin wandered past other cottages, all in darkness wondering whether a plunge in the sea might be his only chance of losing his tension.

Approaching the last cottage on the edge of the sand dunes, Calvin detected a faint light. Then came the sound. An unmistakable sound, a sound that Calvin was well familiar with. The grunts, groans and gasps of passion, were coming from around the side of the cottage.

Changing his direction slightly, so that his approach might be deeper in darkness, Calvin moved beyond the last corner of the cottage, and found that, over a very low wall, this cottage had a reasonable sized patio. What he saw there set his temperature up a further notch.

On cushions scattered liberally around, a naked man lay back with his legs spread. A woman , who he could only see from the back, her buttocks continually twitching, had her head down where the man’s legs joined. The man’s mouth gaped as Calvin watched what the woman was doing to him.

When the man put his hand on her head to drive her lower, she gave a laugh, and her whole body, raised up over him, and she was presenting her pubic area right in front of his face. Now Calvin could see the man’s penis, recently released, pointing fiercely into the air, as his face disappeared into the offered womanhood. They remained in that position for a long time, as the woman squeaked and murmured incomprehensible words. Her large breasts appeared in profile, as she swung one way or the other.

Calvin’s penis had gone as rigid as it had ever been, and if he had watched for any greater length of time he would have had to either try to join in, or take himself in hand. Agitated, more than ever, he moved away into the night and along the border between dunes and beach.

With the image he had just viewed still in his mind, he began walking along the beach. The dunes rose on his left, white hills in the moonlight. From his right came the gentle slapping of a quiet sea, like a muted slow handclap, as it touched the sandy beach.

Calvin, walking in moonlight, was just beginning to believe that this was perfect solitude, when a figure appeared on one of the higher sandbanks up in the dunes, walking in the same direction as he was. Just as quickly the figure disappeared. A dip in the dunes, Calvin presumed, as he quickened his pace. When the figure reappeared on another rise, Calvin noted, the lightness of foot, and the kimono style robe, which when the breeze pressed it to the body, emphasised a shape that could only be a woman.

After disappearing once more, she reappeared, moving swiftly, and steadily on a lower level, which kept her in continuous sight. Calvin realised he would need to increase his own pace if he wished to keep her in view. They walked for a long while, with Calvin staying just avcılar escort a reasonable distance behind her.

At a point where the dunes pushed further out into the beach, the woman stopped, looked out to where the sea glittered in the moonlight. Calvin was startled when the robe, kimono, whatever it was, suddenly dropped to the sand, and she stood there naked, pure white curves glowing in the moonlight. The artist in him longed to hold that image for reproduction on canvas.

The woman suddenly ran towards the sea, and plunged into the water. Without even considering exactly what he was doing, Calvin stripped off his shirt and pants and followed her into the surf. She saw him as soon as she surfaced. He was standing with water lapping around his hips. At first she just stood, perfectly still. It was hard to say whether she was eyeing his body. Calvin had no worries on that score. He knew he had a young, well proportioned body, and he was already excitingly aware of her sensuous shape, as her breasts jutted in his direction, snow white under the moon.

He smiled, and she showed no sign of dismay by his sudden appearance. Crazily he thought the look on her face could have been one of relief. Then she returned his smile, and he swam towards her. And there was nothing that could be distinguished apart from the brightness of their shared smiles and the moonlit perfection of their two bodies.

She swam to deeper water, and he followed to swim over her body, touching it before moving on. For a brief moment he saw an uncertain look on her beautiful face, as her eyes looked out into the darker waters. Then she began swimming again as though to go deeper, but suddenly turned so that she swam in a circle. Calvin repeated his earlier action of swimming over and around her, and she did not protest. When she stood in water deep enough to cover her breasts, they exchanged quick smiles, before Calvin dived down and passed between her parted legs. As he resurfaced they both laughed. To Calvin, these events just felt as though they should happen. Both moved through the water, easily and casually.

Deeply excited, Calvin knew very well that he was swimming with his penis hardening all the time. They came close, feet digging into the moist sand, each crouching as though preparing for a wrestling bout. With unexpected daring, Calvin placed his hands on her waist and drew her willing body close against him. She would feel the hardness of his penis.

Her body gave a slight twist, and Calvin felt his penis lie easily, and quite naturally it seemed, between her thighs. Her hand dropped under the water to touch it. Calvin’s hands caressed everywhere over her body. Then she swam away, and he went after her, caught her gently, and again his erection rested along the length of her labia. He drew her more firmly against him, and all his earlier frustration and heat, was centred on entering her.

She broke free, and ran out of the water, laughing, to where her kimono had fallen. Grabbing it, the woman mounted up into the dunes. Dripping and wildly alive, Calvin chased after her. She had thrown down her kimono and immediately fell backwards on top of it. He, on fire for this mysterious woman, reached her and spread himself over her.

At that moment, when he was certain his burning need for her was at its peak, his passion suddenly died. How was that? He had never failed like this. She lay there, breast heaving, smiling, waiting for him, and his penis had wilted. Calvin was stunned. He had been in a heated lustful state for hours. This woman had appeared, gifted to him, by some god of the sea, it seemed. Now, she lay beneath him, ready, and he longed to take her, but couldn’t rise to it. Had he ever been so humiliated?

Strangely, her voice was kindly. “There’s no hurry,” she said. “Don’t pull away. This is pleasant.”

Calvin felt the warmth and wetness of her. Nothing could excuse his physical failure, but just feeling her was a joy. His belly was against hers, his thighs rubbing on hers, her breasts pressed to his chest, sea water welded them together, as her lips meshed with his.

For this occasion, touching was not enough. Calvin needed to view the completeness of her. Slowly he slid his body off her, broke the kiss, and just let his eyes play over her delicate sea-shining skin, those slender legs, vibrant thighs, dark curling pubic hair, flat belly, the rise of her full breasts, her shoulder length hair straightened by the sea, her wide generous mouth, still smiling at him. Every inch of her was perfection. His fingers touched a small L shaped scar he’d noticed earlier on the left side of her neck. She drew his fingers away.

Calvin was sitting back on his haunches, and his heart leapt as she leaned across him to take his traitorous, flaccid penis into her mouth. Her tongue moved in tender licks all around it, tickled at the tip. Calvin was sure it flickered just a little. He could not avrupa yakası escort believe this sight of her red mouth, delightfully curved about his penis, and now her hand was pulling at it gently.

Sitting up and moving her legs around, she moved his penis between them, and rubbed it over her clitoris, repeated the action, and again. Her fingers held him so tenderly, and he thrilled at the contact made with her clitoris, but his penis, although less limp, remained too soft to be guided inside her.

She continued her rubbing action, and Calvin could see the moisture on her inner thigh, enjoyed the friction of her warm skin. Without stopping manipulating his penis between her labia, she said, “Give me your tongue,” and leaned her face close to his, taking his offered tongue into her mouth, just touching it with her own. There was an electricity that Calvin was sure made a connection between tongue and penis. It became a two way connection.

In a more husky tone, she demanded, “Tongue, further out, way out.” It went deep into her mouth and as it did, Calvin felt his whole body tremble, knew his blood was running hot in his veins. His penis was still between her fingers, but now, she parted her legs in anticipation. Calvin knew that his pounding blood was pouring into his penis, and it hardened

Calvin was now panting like a dog, as he saw her open sex awaiting him, saw her eyes heavy upon him, expectant, longing, and suddenly the desire that had deserted him returned like an explosion, as his penis heaved. He collapsed over her, his tongue deep in her mouth, his pulsing penis heaving deep into her vaginal channel.

But he did not come, even though he longed for the release of it, inside this amazing woman. His control in these situations had always been good, and he could hold back for what women had told him was an admirable length of time. Now, when he longed to come, his scrotum would not supply a finale.

They rolled together for a while, but then they got up, without a word, and walked, carrying their clothes. Calvin’s penis was huge and taut in front of them, and she delightedly clapped her hands at the sight of it. A few times they fell to the sand, and Calvin churned inside her, before unspent, he left her, hot and moist.

Once as they walked, she in front of him, he threw his arms around her, and she fell forward into the sand, and they did it in that doggy position. He rolled his erection inside her, pushed, pulsed, holding her breasts in his hands.

“Want it this way?” he murmured in her ear.

“Yes, yes,” she replied, ” this way, that way, any way, but keep it going. Do not come. I like it like this, doing it over and over again.”

He could not believe how moist she was, and they walked on. Each time they stopped she gave a sensuous sigh as he thrust her into the sand, plunged his throbbing penis into her, stirring her up, he could tell by her heavier breathing. Then he was out, before she could come, and more and more he was realising that now, having flopped so badly, he was almost in charge. Now, he was having to use that skill of holding back, because that was what she’d wanted..

Each time they stopped his hands searched over her eager body, his mouth caressed her everywhere, while his penis penetrated ever deeper. As they walked, her hands busied themselves too, closing around his wet penis, and at one point she knelt down and took him in her mouth. That did take some control on his part. As did the moment she delivered his penis between her generous breasts, letting it sway in their soft embrace. They were both woozy, unsteady, with hearts pounding as though they’d overdone the alcohol.

When the cottages appeared he held her back behind a high dune, laid her down, pulsing to come inside her. She had waited for him. She deserved his best delivery. Inside her he was shaking, heaving upwards, and finally he was coming with such violence as he had ever experienced. All the frustrations of earlier were compounded into his massive ejaculation.

The way she reacted, in climbing onto him, over him, told him she too had hit her own orgasm. Their joint cries rose up towards the moon.

Lying still, she leaning over him, he moved to touch that L shaped scar on her neck. But once again she pulled his hand away from it, glanced away, before squeezing his hand. “You are what I needed.” she whispered.

“And I’d like to capture you in an oil painting,” he said quietly.

“Oh, yes?”

The silence that followed was long, and Calvin must have dozed, because when he looked up she was gone, out of his life as quickly as she had appeared. The sky was lighting towards dawn, and Calvin wondered how long he had slept. Had he dreamed what had happened? The tenderness in his groin told him that was unlikely. Yet there were so many dream elements in it.

The way she had appeared; her acceptance of him in the sea and in the dunes; her ease with his failure; the failure of his potency itself made it a bad dream: as did his inability to come for so long. The whole episode was so dreamlike. When he stood up and looked around there were sets of random footprints in the sand, leading away through trees beyond the dunes, towards the village. But they could have been anyone’s.

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Clark checked his watch again, and wondered if the battery was dead. No, the second hand moved, but is seemed to be very slow. Sitting in the lobby of her building, he tried to remember the last time he was this nervous about a first date. Granted, this was not a typical first date, any more than Jasmine was a typical girl. That she had even said yes to this was something of a small miracle.

They had met when Jasmine came to the University for her residency, and Clark was on faculty. When Jasmine expressed an interest in teaching, Clark found opportunities for her to lecture. They spoke frequently, and started having lunch together often. As time passed, Clark found himself attracted to her. Looking back, he was surprised it had taken as long as it had. She was incredibly smart, and made the most of every opportunity to learn. She loved music and books, and the two of them had exchanged more than a couple of things to listen to and read. And she was the most optimistic and genuinely happy person Clark had ever met. But they were very different – he was 39 and as Caucasian as his rural Indiana roots would suggest, and she was a 24 year-old East Indian Jersey girl. As the attraction grew stronger, Clark told her how he felt, and a brief but intense relationship developed. But he was in another relationship, and before he had decided to end it, Jasmine had moved on. Ultimately, she and her new boyfriend moved away, and she was no longer a part of his daily life. Gradually, the sadness gave way to acceptance, and lunch alone in his office became the norm. He wondered how she was from time to time, and learned through a late night Google stalking session that she had been promoted and was now board certified. And that was that.

Until July.

He was talking with a colleague in a convention center in New Orleans when he sensed her. It was almost imperceptible, like a gentle summer breeze, but it was as real to him as the conversation. As he turned, he saw Jasmine and her best friend Sasha walking in his direction. A half-hearted acknowledgement morphed into a testy text exchange, which became an apology dinner/reunion. Afterwards, they went for a walk, Jasmine had point blanked asked Clark if there had really been anything between them, or if she was just another conquest. A long conversation followed in which Clark tried to tell her that it was all “real”, and that while they had both moved on, the feelings remained. This didn’t seem to sit well with Jasmine, but at the end of the evening they said goodnight with a hug that felt more like a farewell embrace, and went their separate ways. And so, he thought, that was that.

Until the end of March.

He was in line for his Monday morning cup of coffee when he spotted her ahead of him. He thought it was her twin, until he heard her voice. Stunned, he approached her as they waited for their drinks. And that was where she informed him that she had moved back to take over the outpatient care center. Another round of contentious tests ensued – with a few extra “assholes” thrown in for good measure. When calmer heads prevailed, they agreed to have lunch.

“Jesus Jaz, you could have told me!”, Clark exclaimed as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.

“And miss the look you gave me on Monday? No way; that was priceless. I wish I had my phone out. ”

“Fine, But you should have said something. I could have written a letter of recommendation, or helped get things set up at the University.”

“Not necessary. I’m all grown up now. Besides, I didn’t want your help. I am really angry with you.”

“What did I do this time? Was it something türbanlı escort I said in New Orleans?”

“It was what you didn’t say, asshole! Why did I have to hear from Sasha that you were single?”

“Guess what? I’m an adult too, and tell me, how would that conversation have gone? ‘Hi Jasmine, it’s me, Clark. Um, I don’t have a girlfriend anymore. Wanna hang out sometime?’ I’m sure that would have played well with ‘Turquoise’.”

“You wish. And for the millionth time, he goes by ‘Blue’, and I hate when you do that!”

“Whatever. And speaking of ‘Azure’, how did you talk him into coming back? To hear you talk, he couldn’t wait to get to leave the city.”

Jasmine stopped and stared at her salad for a moment. “I didn’t. We haven’t been together for a while now. And before your even start, don’t. I am fine, and this isn’t the slightest bit what today is about.”

Clark could tell by the look on her face that it was time to move on to something else, so he did. And the rest of their lunch was spent on safer topics – the politics of the University, the state of the residency program, and the unseasonably cold Spring they were having.

He waited two days before he asked her to have lunch again, but she politely declined. He persisted, and managed to convince her to have coffee two weeks later.

This time, the conversation was civil, almost friendly. They talked about families and books, and Jasmine laughed a little at his jokes. It went well enough that Clark asked her to have dinner the following week. She hugged him and replied, “No. Some other time, perhaps.”

They began texting more, and their phone conversations became longer and more personal. To Clark, it was beginning to feel like they were reconnecting in a meaningful way. He waited two weeks before broaching the subject of dinner, and was pleasantly surprised when she said yes. He promptly made reservations at Aunt Ruby’s German Green, and called in a favor from his florist.

She met him in the lobby at 7:10pm, ten minutes late as usual. He had expected this, but he still arrived well before he was supposed to, and his heart skipped a beat every time he heard the elevator bell chime. As she walked into view, Clark was greeted by a beautiful woman in a vibrant yellow and white dress. And Jasmine was greeted with the single largest rose she had ever seen. She held it, admiring its deep red color, and taking in its aroma. In an instant, her face brightened, and she smiled knowingly at Clark. Without hesitation, she raised it over her head, and stared intently at him, with a glint in her eyes. Clark smiled back and said, “Well played. I think Mr. Dali would have been impressed.”

Jasmine smiled back. “Ironic, since impressionism and surrealism are opposites. But thank you for the rose. It is beautiful, and a thoughtful gesture. Let me take this back upstairs and put it in some water. I will be right back.” With that, she turned on her heels and walked away. Clark watched, as her hips swayed rhythmically, and wondered just what impression he had actually made.

They walked out together, and Jasmine genuinely seemed to be caught off guard when he opened the car door for her. “Force of habit. Find what you like on the radio. I’m sure you will come up with something I haven’t heard of.” The ride to the restaurant was short, and they were seated quickly.

After the waiter had taken their drink orders, Clark looked across the table and studied Jasmine’s face carefully. When her eyes met his, she smiled back and said, “What are you thinking right now?”

“I am thinking that ümraniye escort this is nice.”

“Typical.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that it’s a typical Clark non-answer.” She replied. “It’s safe, and completely inoffensive. At what point are you going to take a risk? Ever? I am here with you. Today. Right now. This. Very. Moment. And I want to know what is on your mind.”

Clark felt his face redden, and for a moment, sat motionless. Then, in what felt like slow motion, he took his napkin from his lap, placed it carefully on his plate, got out of his chair, and walked over to Jasmine’s side of the table. Without saying a word, he put his hand on her cheek, leaned in, and gave Jasmine the most desire-filled kiss he could deliver. Her lips were as magical as he had remembered, and in an instant he was aware of both her response and his arousal. After several seconds, he stopped and stood up, nearly knocking over the waiter who had come to deliver their drinks. “Sorry buddy, but that was necessary.” He said, as he returned to his seat. Now it was Jasmine’s turn to blush, but she did so with a smile.

“What I was thinking is that I had missed those lips, and when I looked at you, they seemed drier than I had remembered. And I would hate for you to have to try and eat with chapped lips. Turns out, they weren’t. My mistake.” Then Clark slid his leg under the table until it touched Jasmine’s. Neither moved for the remainder of the meal.

They held hands in the car on the way back, enjoying the sparks that came from touching. As he pulled in front of her building, Jasmine leaned over and whispered, “There is a lot around the corner you can park in if you like. I will tell the doorman to let you up. ” With that, she quickly kissed him and walked inside. Clark found a spot in record time, and speed walked back. As he was about to get into the elevator, his phone buzzed. The message read, “I left the door open.” As if a locked door would have mattered.

Jasmine was waiting for him on the couch, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. “I though you might like something to drink.” she said in her best sultry voice.

“I would. Very much. But not that.” He replied, and took Jasmine in his arms and gently, but deliberately, laid her back. They kissed for what seemed an eternity. As their lips and tongues reconnected, Clark took in all of her. Her skin was softer than he had remembered, and her hair smelled like flowers. This mixed with her natural scent to create an intoxicating aroma that drove him from her lips to the nape of her neck. Jasmine sighed and wrapped her arms and one leg around him, bringing their bodies together tightly. She was as wet as he was hard, and her vagina ached for attention. She moved her mouth to his ear, and sent shivers down his spine as her tongue worked its magic. This was all the encouragement he needed, and as he stood, Jasmine took him by the hand and led him to her room.

Clark’s hands were trembling with excitement as he unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, he saw only a white satin thong and as Jasmine turned to face him, he was greeted by her rock hard nipples. She gasped as he touched her breasts, and moaned when he took them in his mouth. He knew this part of her body well, and took his time to lick and suck them to her delight. Jasmine needed more of him, and soon took his hand and moved it between her legs. Clark could feel the heat and wetness through her sexy panties and slid them to one side so he could feel her. She was incredibly smooth and very wet. His fingers danced over her clit as acıbadem escort Jasmine’s moans became deeper. He slid per panties off, and eagerly kissed down her body until he reached his goal. Parting her lips slightly with his fingers, Clark admired her beautiful pink pussy and how in contrasted her gorgeous brown skin. “Now I will drink” he breathed.

He licked her slowly, taking in every sensation as Jasmine writhed on the bed. As he moved his attention back to her clit, he inserted one finger, and massaged her g spot. Jasmine’s chest heaved as she grabbed the back of his head and urged him on. He moved his tongue to the rhythm of her ragged breaths, and soon sent her over the edge. With a high pitched scream, Jasmine lost her body to carnal lust. The strength of her orgasm forced her head back and for a moment, she could see nothing but stars.

As the contractions stopped, Clark slowly removed his finger, and tenderly kissed her outer lips. Exhaling slowly, she moved away, and rolled Clark on his back. “That was amazing, but I need you inside me now.” she said, as she quickly undressed him and caressed the length of his penis. She rubbed him in and around her vagina, making the head of his cock glisten with her juices. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly inserted the length of Clark’s shaft into her, exhaling when she had all of him. Jasmine leaned forward and moved her hips slowly, letting her hair fall onto his face, as he roughly squeezed her breasts. Clark soon matched her rhythm with his thrusting, and moved his hands to her ass. The pace gradually quickened, and soon Clark could tell that she was close. He moved her forward so he could bite her nipples while grabbing her hips and driving his cock into her. Jasmine grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into them as the sensual surge returned with an intensity she had not felt before. Waves of pleasure roared over her, and for a few moments, she felt as if she was someplace else. Gradually, she returned to her body, and was aware of Clark’s presence underneath – and inside – her.

She kissed him on the lips, and softly whispered, “One more favor.” Jasmine gingerly dismounted Clark, and moved to his penis. It gleamed in the soft light of her room, pulsing to his racing heartbeat. She kissed the head, tasting them both, before filling her mouth with him. With her right hand wrapped around the base, Jasmine once again locked her eyes on Clark’s, and let her lips and tongue coax her prize from his body. Clark tried to speak, wanting her to slow down so he could enjoy the sensations longer, but he was too far gone. Seconds later, Jasmine received her present, as semen erupted in her mouth. She swallowed every ounce he gave her, and did not release him until his erection had completely vanished.

Clark pulled Jasmine close to him, and tenderly kissed her. They laid with their bodies entwined for several minutes, before Clark sat up on the edge of the bed, and picked up his phone. Incensed, Jasmine threw a pillow at him, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, “What? Got a hot date?”. Clark rolled back to her and kissed her on the cheek, before placing the pillow next to hers. “I was turning off my alarm. Didn’t think you wanted to hear it go off at 6am. Now, just as soon as you point me in the direction of your bathroom, I am going to use your facilities, get a some water for us , and come back to enjoy the feeling of your hot and naked body next to mine.”

As he drifted off to sleep with Jasmine in his arms, Clark wondered what this would all look and feel like tomorrow. Was this the beginning, or a nicer end to what they had started once before? Did she want a relationship, or just a good time? And why did her hair smell so good? Before answering any of these, he stopped, and listened to Jasmine. She was sound asleep, and from the look on her face, content. And that, said Clark as he reached over and turned off the light, was enough.

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Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: This is a sequel to “My Twin Fantasy”, “My Return of the Twins Fantasy”, “My Twincest Fantasy” and “My Twincest Fantasy (Part 2) (also published on Literotica). For full enjoyment, please read part one, two, three and four first.

Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

“The lasagna’s ready,” suddenly said a voice, snapping me back to reality. Glancing around, I realized the sexually explicit events that had just been unfolding were nothing more than a fantasy. A surprisingly vivid fantasy, but a figment of my imagination nonetheless. I could not hold back a sigh as I peered around, only to find my skimpy outfit still clinging to my body and every trace of my recent orgasm absent. This, coupled with my fantasy lover’s presence at my side—instead of between my legs—was enough to convince me I had effectively been snapped back to reality. Releasing yet another sigh, I felt my gaze travel across the living room. Moments later, I laid eyes upon the hot young woman who had so inconsiderably snapped me out of my intense sexual trance. Taking a few moments to look her up and down, my gaze then travelled back to the surprisingly identical young woman seated next to me on the couch. Of course, that was normal given the fact that the two women were in fact twins; identical twins! But that was all I had time to do before the newly arrived twin strode across the living room.

“It just needs a few minutes to cool,” she added as she headed for the couch. Moments later, she took a seat. Like her sister, she sat surprisingly close and I soon felt her hand brush against my thigh.

“I don’t think I’ll last that long,” I thought as I realized something. I was the ham in a twin sandwich! Though I was still incredibly horny from the two intense fantasies I had just experienced, it was not until I realized just how close the twins sat to me that I felt my already heightened level of arousal skyrocket. Powerful waves of arousal started washing over me as I felt yet another fantasy grow within me. The last thing I did before reality faded entirely was smile; I knew exactly what was about to happen and I was going to enjoy every single second of it. Or so I thought…

Mere seconds after the fantasy had begun, I got to work. Glancing at each twin in turn, I asked a simple question.

“Want to have sex?” was that question. But as soon as those words left my lips, I knew I had made a mistake. For you see, this fantasy was in fact a continuation of the previous two, which meant I had already had sex with each twin adalar escort while the other was otherwise occupied. Fortunately for me, neither was aware of what had happened during their respective absences. Unfortunately, they were about to find out…

“Again?” asked the twins in unison upon hearing my offer.

Because they had spoken at the exact same time, it took the sisters a few seconds to understand what was happening. During this short delay, a look of total incomprehension deformed their traits. Unfortunately for me, their perplexity was only momentary; mere seconds later, their eyes widened in shock as they realized I had played them. Of course, I had not planned on fucking each sister while keeping the entire affair a secret. Unfortunately, that did not seem to matter to the twins. The look they soon shared told me they were not about to sit idly by.

“Uh-oh,” was all I found to mutter as I realized punishment for my actions would undoubtedly follow. Sure enough, the twins soon got to their feet. I could not help but cringe as I realized I would probably not enjoy the punishment they had silently agreed upon. Fortunately, I was wrong. Unfortunately, I was only partly wrong.

“Whoa!” I could not help but gasp as I saw the twins pull each other in for a passionate kiss.

“Mmmmm!” they moaned in unison as they started making out passionately. Though the last time I had met the twins, I had experienced an incestuous fantasy involving the hot siblings, the two family members passionately making out before me were doing it for the first time all over again. That is the beauty of fantasies; they do not have to make sense, they just have to be hot! But back to the fantasy…

The two sisters passionately made out for almost a minute. I just sat there, watching in a mixture of confusion and arousal. Why were they kissing? Why were they not punishing me? But I was soon provided with an answer to that very question when the two siblings ripped each other’s clothes off and started taking turns teasing each other’s nipples. Acting on instinct, I let one of my hands travel down to my crotch and gently start massaging my labia.

“STOP!” yelled one of the twins. I was so surprised by the young woman’s reaction that I yanked my hand from between my legs and peered up at her in confusion.

“Wh… what’s wrong?” I stuttered.

“Did you really think we would let you off the hook that easily?” asked one of the twins.

“This is your punishment,” added the other.

“What is?” I asked, totally confused. The incestuous sisters gave me a few seconds to think things over and it finally hit me; the aforementioned punishment was being forced to watch them have incestuous sex without being allowed to join in or masturbate.

“Can they really be that angry?” I wondered. Unfortunately for me, they were. The next few minutes were spent watching the two beautiful siblings make incestuous love to each other without being given even an instant to indulge the perverse desires that filled me. So I just sat there, forced to watch the twins passionately make out, take turns licking, sucking and anadolu yakası escort biting each other’s nipples, and massaging each other’s firm behinds. On more than one occasion, I pleaded for the torture to stop, but always the answer was the same. No! By the time they forced two fingers into each other’s cunts, I could no longer bear the constant teasing. Ignoring the warning I was given, I slipped a hand between my legs and started massaging my engorged labia. But the sensual massage was soon cut short when I was slapped across the face.

“What the…” I started as I peered up at the twin who had struck me, but was cut off before I could finish.

“We told you; no touching yourself!” she reminded me in a strict voice. I was so shocked by the slap that I nodded sheepishly and remained obedient for the rest of the show. My eyes stayed glued to the incestuous couple for the next few minutes, during which they started making out as they fervently finger-fucked each other’s pussies. This went on until they finally climaxed. Their simultaneous orgasms sent cum flying in all directions and their moans echoed throughout the living room. Meanwhile, I did my best to keep from sliding my own fingers into my cunt and imitating the twins. I knew better.

After what felt like an eternity, the moans died down and, seemingly exhausted by their intense orgasms, the incestuous couple pulled apart and crashed down upon the couch. I glanced at each twin in turn and asked a question I hoped would not result in me being slapped again.

“Is the punishment over?” I asked.

“Not quite,” said one of the twins once she and her sister had recovered from their orgasms. I considered protesting, but decided it was best to play along.

“Wait here,” said the other sister as they both got to their feet and hurried out of the room.

“What are they doing?” I wondered as I waited for them to return. The answer was soon revealed when the incestuous siblings returned, each wearing a large strapon. A wide smile appeared upon my lips as I realized whatever the twins had planned involved me. If not, why would they have two strapons? But that was as far as I got before I was ordered to my knees.

“Yes mam,” I muttered as I slid off the couch and landed on my knees. Moments later, the two siblings stood before me, their large “cocks” standing erect between their legs.

“Suck them!” they ordered in unison. I felt my smile widen as I leaned forward to obey. My lips parted and I forced the first toy past my lips, pushing on until the spear filled my entire mouth. Not wasting a second, I started bobbing my head back and forth, forcing the toy in and out of my mouth. But I knew it was just a matter of seconds before the other sister got jealous, so I switched cocks and kept on sucking. This went on for a bit before the twins decided I was able to accommodate both.

“MMM?!” I moaned as both shafts were forced in and out of my mouth at the same time. Before long, I started to choke, but that did not stop the horny siblings for jerking back and forth. It was not until tears filled my eyes that my forceful lovers ataköy escort finally pulled away.

“Stand!” instructed one of the twins. I did as told and soon felt my clothes being ripped from my body. Before long, I was fully naked.

“Sit down!” was the next order I received. Though still half blinded by tears, I managed to locate the couch. But before I could take a seat, two pairs of hands guided me to a specific spot on the couch and I was forced to sit atop one of the twins.

“Mmmmm!” I could not help but moan as I felt the large strapon being forced into my pussy.

“Oops,” muttered the twin seated beneath me, “Wrong hole!”

Before I could even understand what she meant, I was forced back to my feet. Moments later, I was guided back into a seated position. Like before, the large toy was forced deep into me. But unlike before, it was forced into my asshole!

“MMM?!” I moaned in surprised as I felt the large toy slide deep into my rectum. Finally, the twin’s comment made sense. I started wondering if the massive strapon being shoved deeper and deeper into my asshole was a good thing, but never managed to finish the though as I soon felt an identical spear being thrust into my pussy. By then, the tears had cleared from my eyes and I could clearly see what was happening. The twin seated beneath me had her “cock” shoved far up my asshole while her sister kneeled before me, forcing her own “dick” into my cunt.

“Mmmmm!” I could not help but moan as I felt my already high level of arousal skyrocket. But that was nothing compared to the sensation that enveloped me when the twins started jerking around, forcing both spears to dive in and out of my holes.

“Oh yes!”

“Oh god!”

“Oh fuck!”

My moans echoed throughout the living room as my two lovers pounded the shit out of me. I was still unsure why the twins considered this to be a punishment, but soon realized that did not matter; all that mattered was the intense feeling is provided me with. Well, that and the powerful orgasm that had started to grow within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I soon shrieked at the top of my lungs as I felt myself climax. My pussy shook and shivered. Cum flowed up my vaginal canal. Lesbian sex toys were forced in and out of both my holes with surprising speed. The twins…

But that was as far as I got before a loud beeping sound snapped me back to reality. Glancing around, I realized I was still fully dressed and seated on the couch. The twins were also fully clothed and their two large strapons were nowhere to be seen. I sighed as I realized reality was nowhere as fun as fantasy. But I soon forgot all about that when I realized the beeping sound still persisted. It was not until one of the twins spoke that I finally understood what was happening.

“Ah!” she said, “That’s the timer; the lasagna should be cool enough.”

“Ready for dinner?” asked her sister as both twins got to their feet. Though food was the last thing I felt like eating—or should I say eating out, lol—I nodded and stood up. Following my hosts into the dining room, I got ready for the feast to come. As expected, the lasagna was delicious, but I had difficulty enjoying it as I spent the entire dinner struggling to keep my arousal in check. Still, I made it through the entire evening without doing something I would later regret. However, I have no idea if I will be able to keep my urges in check the next time I see the twins. I guess only time will tell…

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