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She invited me over for lunch one day – a day off work for her was a delicious excuse for an afternoon tryst. She was in a rather flirtatious mood, and did her best to dress the part. She wore a very cute, short plaid skirt, tight low cut sweater to show off her curves quite nicely and a pair of heels to match the sexy thigh-high tights. She would turn an absurd number of heads if she went out dressed that way – but we had planned to stay in. My one request had been that she let me surprise her with dessert.

Through the meal our conversation was pleasantly animated by touching one another here and there – some rather innocuous while others much more provocative. But all very pleasant. I offered to clear the table after we finished and while I clattered about a little in the kitchen she asked rather excitedly, “What did you bring for dessert?”

Over the noise of my preparations I called back, “Just be patient – I’ll bring it out in just a moment.” As promised I returned in just a few minutes and placed a small tray on the sideboard next to the dining room table. “Stand up, please,” I asked, then turning her chair around to face away from the table, pulled mine up to face her. “It’s not nearly as much fun eating these by yourself,” I explained, turning to take something from the tray I brought in.

I turned back to face her with a small chocolate in my hand. A slightly unusual sweet – a tiny thin chocolate cup with a small dollop of whipped cream followed by a tart mango sauce and finally topped with a drop of warm chocolate sauce. “Open wide,” I ask, quickly placing the small treat on her tongue, then watch her explore the flavours mixing in her mouth. I prepare casino oyna a second serving from the tray, offer it to her and she feeds me the same way. I’m pleased with the combinations of flavours, textures and temperatures, all in one small bite. And with the pleasure of sharing with her.

We don’t get as far as a second serving before we collapse into passionate kisses, the flavours still mixing as our tongues entangle in our long deep kiss. My hands start wandering over her body, admiring the curve of her breasts under the thin sweater, only a sheer camisole underneath. Down to her smooth thighs, teasing under the edge of her skirt. Into her ear I whisper, “That was just the appetizer, would you like to try the real dessert?” Her murmur sounds suitably welcoming to the thought.

I quickly stand up and pick her up from the chair, pulling it out of the way with my foot and lowering her onto the table. She looks both shocked and titillated at being on the table, but I don’t leave her much time to consider it. From the tray on the sideboard I take two small plastic bottles, then quickly unbutton her sweater and pull the camisole up over her breasts. On one I place a small drop of chilled mango sauce, the other warm chocolate sauce. First licking one and then the other I enjoy the two different flavours, both deliciously enriched by the subtle flavour of her nipple. She moans gently as I switch one for the other, letting my hand wander down between her thighs as I lick and suck again. Her thong is incredibly wet by this point and she squirms on the table as I tease around her clit while running my tongue over her nipples, savouring every drop. The third time slot oyna I slip my fingers under her panties, sliding into her wet pussy and then spreading her slippery juices over her clit while flicking a nipple against my tongue. As she starts to squirm again I slip my fingers deep inside, finding her pleasure spot as I lick harder and faster, hearing her scream out wildly as she comes, arching up high against my hand before collapsing back onto the table.

The polished table makes it very easy to move her around. I quickly turn her so her head faces me, just at the edge of the table. Dropping my pants and pulling off my shirt I’m suddenly naked and extremely aroused by the second course. Taking the sauces again I place a drop of each on the tip of my cock and while supporting her neck pull so her head is just off the edge of the table. Just the right angle to take me deep inside her mouth – her tongue feels exquisite licking me like that, making me weak in the knees from the pleasure. Perhaps we need to try that one more time…

Then once again taking advantage of the slippery table I spin her right around so her legs face me. Bringing the chair back I sit down, admiring her legs from her skirt right down to the sexy high heels. I reach up under her skirt and lift her behind just enough to pull off the thong, slipping it out from each leg and tossing it on the floor next to my hastily discarded clothes. Pulling her just a little bit closer I drape her legs over my shoulder and lean in to bury my face in her wet pussy. I can’t see her face because of the skirt but from the sound of her moans I’m assured she’s enjoying herself. As I lift her ass and squeeze she closes canlı casino siteleri her legs tightly around me, shaking as I suck and lick her clit, driving my tongue inside.

When I can’t stand it any longer I stand up, tipping the chair over behind me, then lift her up from the table and set her feet down on the floor. Turning her around I bend her over against the table, quickly thrusting my hard cock deep inside. She screams out right away, yelling “Fuck me hard!” at the top of her lungs as I do my best to satisfy her longings, slapping my hips against her ass as I hold her hips and fuck her wildly. When she comes she yells out louder still, her voice echoing around the room as I slow down, pressing myself deep inside, enjoying the feel of being squeezed so tight.

I slip out and lift her up onto the table, pulling her hips right to the edge and slip inside again. With her legs pressed up against my chest I fuck her some more, enjoying the sight – sweater open and camisole still pulled up over her breasts, skirt flipped up. We fuck this way, teasing her nipples and squeezing her ass until I start feeling weak in my knees. Then wrapping my hands around under her back I quickly lift her up off the table, still deep inside. Her eyes open wide as I carry her to the living room, arms tightly wrapped around my neck. I drop her onto the leather couch – a practical spot should we make any mess – and we fuck some more while my hands squeeze her breasts. She starts pinching my nipples while I fuck her and she quickly sees a faraway look in my eyes, hears me moaning as I reach the point of no return, a sudden burst of energy as I pound my hips against hers, finally exploding inside her, surprised to hear her scream out once more as a much higher pitched echo of my deep shout.

We fall asleep on the couch, tangled together with the sun shining in the windows, pleasantly sated both in flesh and spirit.

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The holiday was going great, the apartment was fantastic, the food was good and we hadn’t seen a cloud in the sky for the three days that we had been here. We spent all day relaxing round the pool and drinking. At about 5ish we would go back up to our apartment to get ready for dinner and a few more beers.

On this evening when we got back we decided that after dinner we would go out into town to see what the local nightlife was like and to see if we could find a club. We got ourselves ready, me in my usual t-shirt and shorts and you wearing a short black skirt and a tight fitting, low-cut top that showed off your huge tits to perfection.

After dinner we wondered down to the town and hit our first bar. The place was a little empty, so we just had the one drink and moved on. We found a couple more bars that were livelier and had quite a few more drinks in these while we chatted away.

At about half past 10 we decided it was time to try and find a club before they got too busy. We walked around for about 20 minutes looking and were about to give up when we heard music coming from down a side street. Off we wondered up the street and sure enough, there was a club!

‘Wait a minute’ you said, ‘look at the poster!’

I turned to look behind me and the poster said ‘Male Strippers – Here tonight!’

I said ‘Well it doesn’t bother me if you want to go in, I could do with a drink and I don’t think we will find anywhere else.’

Inside the club was fairly quiet, in all I would say there was about 30 or 40 people in there, mainly couples, but a couple of groups of men and women. We made our way to the bar, ordered a couple of drinks and found a table about half way between the bar and the stage.

After a few more drinks the strippers came on. Typically muscular hunk types stripping off their clothes down to a black and a red thong and dancing up casino oyna to woman in the crowd. By this stage you were starting to get a bit tipsy and you was cheering and shouting for them to take it all off along with a few of the other women, but they didn’t – yet. Soon they left the stage and returned 10 minutes later in new outfits. They asked for a volunteer and arms went straight in the air at the same time that you asked me if I minded. One of the strippers noticed you and immediately ran over to us. He dragged you up onto the stage and had you sat on a chair before I could even answer your question!

The other stripper was doing the same with another girl.

It all started a little like a bit of fun with the guy stripping to his thong and straddling you. He made thrusting gestures towards your mouth and you laughed at him and said something. He took your hand and made you stroke his caged cock – wanking him through his thong. You looked over to me and shrugged your shoulders. I just smiled at you and nodded my encouragement. Next the stripper moved behind you and started fondling your tits through your tight fitting top. You moved his hands away.

Next, he came back around in front of you and had you remove his thong, unleashing a 9 inch hard cock. You just looked at it amazed. Pulling up your top in a quick move he pushed his massive member between your exposed tits. You were as red as a beetroot. He kept thrusting as you tried in vain to pull down your top. He stepped back and you managed to pull it down over your now hard nipples. He leant under the chair and pulled out a towel and wrapped it around his waist, moving back towards you, he opened the towel so that only you could see his cock and passed you a tin of squirty cream, which you squirted all over his hard cock, he pulled your head into the towel and held it behind your head. After a few slot oyna seconds I could tell that your head was moving and I wondered if you were actually sucking his cock or just pretending, I didn’t have to wait long to find out as the stripper let one side of the towel slip giving the whole audience a fantastic view of his hard cock disappearing into your mouth and down your throat!

All this time the other stripper was doing the same with the other girl.

After a little while of you sucking him he sat on your knee and grabbed your hand and made you wank his rock hard cock. You looked across at me a little concerned about where all this was going, I just gave you the thumbs up and blew you a kiss. You smiled back at me from the stage.

He took your hand and pulled you off the chair making you lay down on your back on the floor. I was certain that you had no idea it was going to turn out anything like this and nor did I.

The stripper sporting a raging hard on straddled you in a 69 fashion and pushed your legs far apart and pulled up her skirt – not that it needed much pulling up. A big smile appeared on the strippers face, and a few of the audience when they realised that you had no knickers on! Your pussy was on full view of everyone, and from where I sat it looked very wet, glistening in the stage lights. His cock wobbled from side to side just in front of your face and you reached one hand up and started to wank it again, flicking your tongue against the head.

By now the strippers head was between your legs moving around and around. His hands held your legs wide open mid-thigh as he seemed to suck and lick your pussy. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving but your mouth was slightly open. Your back was arching more and I knew there was a good chance you would come because I could hear you starting to moan from where I was sitting. canlı casino siteleri He really was going down on you – not pretending at all! You started to tense up and you pulled your feet up to your bum as the stripper continued to suck and lick. His fingers toyed with your clit. You started to moan even louder before guiding his cock into your mouth with your hand and then sucking hard on his bell end and wanking him.

You sucked him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could take no more and started to gag. Letting his cock slip out of your mouth you continued to wank his wet, slippery shaft, going faster and faster the closer you reached orgasm. Just as you came, so did he, sending spurt after spurt of his thick white cum onto your face and all around your mouth.

After a few seconds, the stripper pulled away and stood up. You looked a little embarrassed when you sat up and saw all the audience sat there clapping what you and the other girl had just done. As you stood up some of the strippers cum dripped off your chin and went straight down your cleavage, you looked at the other girl who was in a similar state to you and you both headed off the stage straight to the toilets.

You didn’t appear from the toilets for about 20 minutes. I was quite concerned, and was just about to ask someone to go in and check if you were alright when you came out the door all smiles and still looking a little embarrassed. You came over to me and apologised for taking so long, you said that his cum was everywhere and it took you ages to clean it all off. You asked if I was ok with what had happened, I just put your hand onto the front of my shorts so that you could feel my hard cock through them, that was all the answer you needed!

After another couple of drinks we left and headed back to our apartment. When we got back I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and we went out onto the balcony. As we sat down, we heard voices from the balcony next to us. We looked over and there was a young couple sat there with a couple of beers themselves just chatting away to each other.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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This is Tim Anderson again, writing from my laptop in my motor home. As I told you in part one of my story (you really should read it first), I am on vacation touring the West this summer with my wife Tina and 18 year old daughter Ricki.

Also along for the trip is my daughter’s best friend Jenny, also 18, who we discovered last time is a dominant lezzy in charge of my daughter’s wet mouth.

To my disappointment, nothing further transpired between me and the girls for several days. Tina must have sensed the flirtations deepening between me and Jenny, because she switched our sleeping positions so that she was closest to the curtained doorway. The girls would have to climb right over her to visit me again, and that was impossible without waking Tina.

This morning, while Tina still slept, I heard the girls whispering in the bathroom together.

“This is fucking bullshit, Ricki! I told you three nights ago to suck your Dad’s cock!” Jenny was boss bitch, no doubt about it.

“Oh, please Jenny! Don’t make me swallow my own Dad’s cum!” Ricki pleaded in a quiet, submissive voice, followed by wet smacking sounds as she apparently tried to curry favor by sucking Jenny’s hot little tit cones.

“No! No more for you until I have photos from your cell phone proving you can obey orders, cunt!” I heard Ricki stifle a sob as Jenny pushed her away.

“Now here’s the plan. I’m going to draw your mother away today to shop in the nearest town. I’ll tell her I need private time with her to discuss problems with my own mother – that’ll butter her up!”

“Oh, Jenny.” Ricki tried one last time. “Do I have to suck my Dad’s cock?”

I looked down at my throbbing erect member. I thought the forbidden words that no father should say aloud. “Damn straight you should taste Daddy’s cum in that hot teen mouth, honey.”

Later casino oyna that morning, Tina and Jenny said their goodbyes. “We’ll be gone for about two hours, dear. Ricki is going to stay here and study next semester’s course load.” As my wife waved goodbye, I finally trained my gaze on Ricki.

Ricki was looking glumly and apprehensivly at the closing trailer door. As a final touch, exiting Jenny put a finger in her own mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and winked at Ricki.

Ricki shuddered, looked at me quickly, and then looked away. Wearing her tube top and shorts, she meekly told me to wait where I was while she brought me a present from the closet at the rear of the trailer.

I quickly took the time to peel off my shirt, leaving me standing in tight swim trunks that barely contained my pulsing erection.

After a few minutes of rustling from the rear of the trailer, I gasped upon my daughter’s return.

Ricki was wearing a sheer, light green nightie that ended above her naked, hairy bush. Her large tits were completely transparent thru the filmy gauze, and Ricki’s large brown nipples puckered in silent protest at being seen by her own father.

In Ricki’s trembling hand was her cell phone. She could not look up at me, as her tanned cheeks turned crimson in shame and forbidden lust at being put on display like a piece of easy ass.

The only sound in the trailer was the hum of the fridge and Ricki’s quiet sniffling, which only made my cock even harder. With a final lurch, the head of my meat popped above my waistband.

Tenderly, I took control of the situation. I calmly stepped out of my trunks, and my proud prick danced and lurched in the steamy afternoon heat of the trailer. Even though Ricki wouldn’t look me in the eye, her gaze was locked solidly on her Dad’s fat cock. I knew slot oyna instinctively it was the first one my 18 year old daughter had ever seen outside of text books in health class.

I gripped Ricki’s arms firmly and kissed the top of her head. My wet pis hole was now leaking pre cum directly onto my daughter’s hairy, glistening mound. I tenderly lowered the straps of her nightie,and the flimsy garment puddled at Ricki’s feet. Now we were both naked, and her fat, sweaty tits flattened against my muscular chest.

“Honey, hand me the camera. I know all about you and Jenny.” I fought to stay in control as Ricki suddenly threw her arms around me and started wailing into my chest.

“Oh, Daddy! I can’t- I just can’t!” As Ricki cried, I placed her hand on my prick and directed her aim to rub the fat head over her hooded clit.

Ricki’s pussy was completely soaked, and I swooned as the smell of wet kittens and sweaty cock filled the stifling trailer.

“Baby, we don’t want to disappoint Jenny, do we?”

At the sound of her girlfriend’s name Ricki rubbed my cock harder against her sodden cunt. I no longer had to hold her wrist. I began to pinch her fat nipples with one hand as I clutched her teenaged ass cheeks with the other. The glistening sheen between us bubbled and hissed in my mind as I continued my instructions.

“Now get on your knees, honey. Let Daddy slide his fat cock between those glorious tits.”

Ricki slid to the floor with a moan, my erect cock hitting her in the face on the way down. I noted with silent satisfaction that she swooned and lapped at the fluid that spritzed across her lips as an early warning of the load that was to come.

*Snap* *Snap* went the cell phone as I looked on incredously at my teen daughter’s enthusiasm for her forbidden assignment. Ricki’s tits actually canlı casino siteleri squeaked from sweaty friction as she pushed them together to cradle Daddy’s cock.

“Milk my prick with your tits, honey. Do it for Jenny and she’ll feed you hot pussy tonight.”

As expected, another mention of my daughter’s lezzy master caused convulsions of lust to spasm thru my teen daughter.

“More pictures, Daddy! Please!” Ricki began to suck furiously on the first cock she had ever tasted, as her hands continued to funnel a channel through her soaking wet tits. *Snap* *Snap*

“Uh- here comes Daddy’s spunk honey! Eat it up for Jenny!” I clutched my daughter’s curly brown hair in my fists, as, raising on tiptoes, I exploded without shame into the blast furnace of her 18 year old mouth.

The cell phone clattered to the floor as I moaned incoherently, grinding my groin until it pressed against my daughter’s nose. I felt her hot breath exhale on my pubic hair as she choked and mewled around my salty present.

Falling backward, Ricki looked up in a daze, her lips wet with spunk.

“I want to fuck you so bad, honey. Daddy wants to eat your pussy like Jenny does!” I said, but as I took her wrist and flung her into her bunk, I heard voices outside.

Shit! They were back early! I jumped into the shower and shut the door. I heard Ricki pull the covers over herself.

As my wife entered the trailer, she questioned the stench of sex in the air.

“Open some windows, Jenny! Ricki! Are you starting your period?”

As my heart pounded, a note was slid under the bathroom door. It was in Jenny’s handwriting.

“Hey tiger. I’m going to taste whatever’s left of you on your daughter later. Next I’m going to seduce your wife.”

As I read the last sentence, I spurted a jet of cum all over the shower curtain.

I knew then I wouldn’t rest until the four of us were united: Jenny eating my wife, my wife eating Ricki, and Ricki slurping on my cock as I fucked her friend with the big black dildo I had discovered under their bunk.

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I was dressed in my black zipper dress, thigh highs, black heels, no panties or bra. I walked in and found a table in the back corner where it is slightly darker but I could see everything going on in the club. Then I made my way to the bar to order a drink. The music was playing one of my favorite songs….Shania Twain’s “Honey I’m home”. I started to sway and dance just a little while I waited for my drink. I was looking around and I saw a man watching me. I gave him a smile and then…….

I watched this woman walk into the club. For some reason she struck me immediately.

She was, of course, attractive and dressed to kill, but there was something else about her that kept my attention. I watched as she took a seat in the back. She seemed to want to get a feel for the club, the crowd. She got up from her table and walked to the bar to get at drink. I followed her movements, smooth, sexy and provocative. She seemed to be interested in the song being played. I watched as she began to let her body feel the music. Her hips began to sway and she started to look around the bar, checking out the patrons. Her eyes caught mine and I felt drawn into her immediately. I picked up my drink and casually walked to where she was standing.

“Good evening,” I said. “My name is Jack.”

“Hello Jack! Nice to meet you! My name is Amanda”

“I have to say you look stunning” He said.

“Well thank you!”

“You’re quite welcome.”

“Would you like to share a table?” He asked, in a slightly shy way.

“Sure, I grabbed a table back there, you are welcome to join me if you would like.”

I started to walk towards my table. As I moved away I felt his eyes taking me in from behind. I blushed slightly at the knowledge that under my dress is nothing. I wondered what his reaction would be if he only knew. Would the opportunity arise to let him see? Just a glimpse perhaps? I looked back to see if he was following me to the table and noticed that he is still standing there watching me. I smiled again and curled my finger at him, in that come here motion.

She turned and began to return to her table. I could only stand there and watch her walk away from me. My eyes seemed to drink in each bit of her as she walked away. She had me so dazed. As I contemplated the possibilities, she glanced back to see if I was following. When she noticed that I was still in place she crooked a finger and beckoned me to join her. I began to make my way to her table.

As I reached the table, he was still only partway across the club. This was my chance. I “accidentally” dropped my cocktail napkin as I went to place it on the table and had to bend over to pick it up. I knew that the short dress I was wearing would ride up just enough to allow a quick peek if he was watching closely. I straightened up and took my seat as he, wide-eyed, finished making his way to the table and took a seat on the bench next to me.

We sat down and chatted a bit about the day, the weather, and our drinks. I asked her to dance and she agreed. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. As we reached the dance floor the song “The Closer I get to you!” began to play and she squeezed my hand a little. I put my arm around her waist and held the other and we began to move to the beat of the music. As the dance continued I pulled her closer to me. My hand began to descend slowly casino oyna from her waist, searching for something that would confirm what I thought I had seen. I knew as I approached the table earlier that she had bent to pick up her napkin and flashed me what was under that dress. My eyes told me there was nothing there but my brain was still having trouble conceiving it. So my hand descended as we swayed to the song. It continued down until I was sure that she had nothing on under the dress. By this time I was rock hard and I knew she had to be feeling me as we danced. I let my hand fall further searching following the curve of her ass. I kept moving until the hem of her dress was at my finger tips. Then as slowly as it descended, my hand began to return toward her waist, feeling the contour of her ass again. However, this time my hand was bringing her dress back with it.

As we began to dance, I felt his hand trail downward and knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to confirm in his mind that he had seen what he thought he saw. I pressed myself into him a little tighter. I felt the bulge in his pants grow and become harder with each step we took. His hand moved further and further down until it reached the hem of my skirt. Then, I felt it begin to move upward. Suddenly, I felt the air temperature change on my ass and knew that he had raised my skirt with his hand. My bare ass peeked out of the bottom of my skirt. I knew that anyone behind me could see and was thankful that the club was so full and dark. Part of me wanted to be seen like this and part of me was totally embarrassed by my naughtiness. His hand moved until it was cupped my butt cheek and pulled me even closer forcing me to rub against his growing bulge with each dance step we took.

I stared down into her eyes looking for a reaction. She stared back seemingly defiant, daring me to continue. My hand cupped her cheek and my fingers grazed ever so close.

As his finger glazed ever closer to my warm, lower lips, I felt my knees weaken. I leaned even tighter into him. His finger tip just tickled over my slit and danced across my clit. A moan escaped my mouth as his lips pressed against mine.

She moaned ever so slightly as I touched her. Tracing the outline of her lips and reaching for her clit. She leaned into me and I held her close. Even in the dark, I knew we were being watched.

We both knew that we were being watched and for a moment hesitated, and then it suddenly no longer mattered. The world around us disappeared. All that existed was the two of us and the moment we were in. Our lips parted slightly and our tongues met for the first taste.

I kissed her lightly at first, not knowing how far we would chance to go. But as my courage grew so did my passion. Our lips parted and our tongues danced. My left hand continued to raise her skirt. Her ass was fully exposed to everyone there, but we didn’t care. As far as we were concerned there was no club, no public, no dance floor, even the music had faded into the background. There was just she and I, only the two of us, melding into one. There was a moment’s notice of where we were and what we were doing. I broke the magical kiss, took her hand and made for the door. Astonished looks followed us as we moved.

As he broke the kiss, we noticed that the music had stopped. He took my hand and started for slot oyna the door, but I resisted and motioned to the table. For one thing, my purse was still there. And for another, I did not think my legs would carry me any further than that. Reluctantly, he agreed. We quickly made for the dark table in the corner, and slid onto the bench. He moved closer and closer pressing me into the darkest corner of the booth. His hand slowly, gently tracing circles on my inner thigh..

I wanted this woman as bad as I could ever remember wanting anyone before. I was racing for the exit when she stopped me and motioned for the table. I couldn’t believe she wanted to stay, but I had forgotten about here purse and belongings. She slid into our booth and I followed next to her. I pursued her into the darkness kissing her as we moved. My hand went to her knee and I began to move up her thigh. Moving up little by little, already knowing what I would find when I got to the end. She was beginning to moan again as I came closer to her pussy. She moved in the seat, letting her legs spread wider, making my access easier. Finally I reached my destination. She was wet with anticipation and already dripping onto my fingers. I found her clit and began to rub it. Her moans increased and I knew that anyone nearby could hear us above the music. She was so wet that I slipped one, then two fingers in easily. She moaned again and gladly accepted their penetration. She reached out for my pants and worked to undo the button. Our predicament in the booth made it difficult to maneuver well. She tried the zipper on my pants but it wouldn’t budge. My hand reached down and I helped. Our fingers touched and it was like a jolt of electricity. She reached in and grabbed my hardened cock I felt another jolt. It jumped at her touch and ached for more. I don’t remember being this hard for anyone before. She grasped it and began to stroke me. I uttered a moan to match any of hers. Her touch was exciting, erotic, naughty and practiced. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her pussy. I could feel her orgasm build, her pleasure increasing. My thumb worked her clit as my fingers increased in speed. She continued to stroke me and tried to match the pace of my hand. I felt her twitch as she orgasmed around my fingers.

As his fingers worked my pussy and his thumb worked my clit, I stroked hard on his cock. I rubbed my finger over the tip of his cock, the head, down the length of him, and continuing to engulf his balls before starting the return trip to the top. I matched his pace as well as I could. Our passion increased to near climax quickly. It was obvious that this was something we both wanted and needed. We were lost in the moment. As I began to cum on his fingers, I could feel him tense and knew that he was about to cum too. As he shot his cum under the table and I came on his fingers, I pressed my mouth tight to his to muffle the noises that threatened to escape my lips. It was a deep, passionate, almost animalistic kiss that can only accompany mutual orgasm.

As soon as I felt her come on my finger my cock flexed and I began to shoot under the table. The excitement and passion we had built had me jetting my cum seemingly across the room. I’m sure it hit the other bench. I kissed her deeply, trying to stifle our moans. The kiss only increased the passion as we came for each other, canlı casino siteleri sending another set of jolts through our bodies. My tongue searched for hers as we continued to kiss, as our bodies spasmed in ecstasy. Our breathing and heart rates ever so slowly returned to normal. Nothing this powerful could end quickly or easily. She continued to stroke me. I was so aroused by her passion that I remained as hard as when we had started. I continued to kiss her as I pushed on the table leg. It gave a little and I moved it more. I sat up on the bench and pulled her onto my lap. She raised herself slightly and positioned me at the entrance. There would be no resistance in entering her pussy; she was wet and ready to take my cock. She slid down on me and I filled her. I reached up and took the straps to her dress down her shoulders leaving only here breasts to hold it in place. As she rose off my cock I kept hold of the straps and the dress fell from her breasts.

As we kissed, he pulled me into his lap. My wet pussy slid easily down on his hard cock. His hands began to remove the straps of my dress. Again that thought of others watching and how naughty this was crossed my mind. However, instead of making me want to stop…..It only made the passion and desire stronger. I rose up and lowered myself on his cock. I rode him hard with the overwhelming passion burning in me. I kissed his lips, tasting him. My hands traced all of him; his face, his chest, his shoulders. I wanted to memorize every inch of him and of the moment.

As she moved on my cock she began to run her hands across my face, my shoulders, and my chest. Her touch was continually electric. She bent for another kiss. The passion was still there. Mouths parted. Tongues engaged in a dance of their own. She lifted her head and moaned and I bent forward to kiss her breasts. Her nipples were hardened and in need of attention. I kissed one, then the other. I took one in my mouth and began to suck on it, extending it even further. I gently bit. Increasing the pressure, she moaned in appreciation and held my head in place. I reached up and began to rub her other nipple, squeezing it tight between my thumb and finger. She arched toward me and moaned again, all the while moving up and down my cock. Even though I had just come, this passion had me on the edge again. I knew she was as well. She increased her motion and held my head. I continued sucking, biting and pinching her breasts. Her motions began to increase in earnest and I knew we were approaching another moment. There was no club, no table, no world; just these two people, sharing a passionate coupling. Her movements increased and her pussy grabbed my cock and I knew I was about to explode once more. She screamed and sat down on me hard. We grabbed each other in a lovers embrace and I came in her as she came on me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

As he licked, sucked and pinched my nipples, I continued moving up and down on his cock. As we both reached another climax a scream burst from me. It was the most intense orgasm either us had ever experienced. I collapsed onto his chest with his head pressed tight to me. We were locked in the embrace of afterglow. Slowly, the world around us began to return. We laughed at our incredible naughtiness. We straightened ourselves up a bit, grabbed my purse and made a mad dash for the backdoor of the club. Having thought ahead, we had parked as close to the backdoor as we could get. We were in our car, pulling out of the parking lot and headed towards home before anyone else could have made the door. We were laughing all the way.

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Warning: This story contains intense degradation activities, events and plots that are capable of offending your sensibilities if you are not into humiliation and degradation of male submissives.

Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.

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I now like it when I’m home alone. It wasn’t like that before, but since I became my wife; Hailey’s slave, my life took a new turn. Though the chastity cage and the collar around my neck remind me of my slave status even when she is away, I can at least do as I please.

I took my time cleaning the house, not having to rush with anything under her watching eyes and lashing whips.

After having done all the chores on the list, I served myself a cup of beer and sat on the sofa in front of the Tv. An Arsenal match was about to start, and I wouldn’t miss that for anything.

Then there was a knock on the door. That can’t be Nicole — except if she left her key behind, which she didn’t.

That can’t be any of my friends either, since I am not expecting anyone. I don’t even allow random visits these days, since Hailey turned our home into a femdom household, which has me in humiliating positions that would scare the shit out of my friends.

I looked through the peephole. It was Nicole.

Nicole? What is she doing here? Hailey is not at home! — I screamed in my mind. Nicole is someone I have now developed a lot of fear for. She brought this lifestyle into our home. It was a beautiful evening interrupted by the cry of her husband. What could be going on that got Patrick crying so loud we heard him crying from inside our apartment? We decided to check it out, found him in a compromising ad humiliating position, naked and kneeling on an ottoman, Nicole tearing his ass apart with the cane. I should illegal bahis have dragged Hailey out of there immediately, but even I was taken by the display and wanted to see more. Hailey got interested in seeing a man so subservient to his wife, Nicole was more than glad to provide lessons in female domination, and using her sheer boldness and feminity, she dominated me that night and introduced us into the female-led marriage. Since then, Hailey has grown from just being my wife to being my Mistress, and I have grown from just being her husband to being her slave. One day at a time, both women drove me deeper into submission. It’s a lifestyle I have had to accept, since Hailey didn’t give me a choice. All this happened to us because of Nicole, our dominatrix neighbour.

I opened the door quietly, went on my knees, bent forward and kissed her feet.

“Mistress Hailey is not at home,” I said to her calmly.

She dropped a foot on my head and walked in. My eyebrows were raised as I wondered why she would come in after I just told her my wife is not in, but as I turned around, I quickly did away with that questioning look on my face, except I want to get punished, which I know she wouldn’t hesitate to do.

“I know,” she replied me as she got into the living room and looked around, like she was inspecting, “I just spoke with her on the phone.”

“Okay, Mistress Nicole.”

From the sitting room, she went to the kitchen, inspecting the dishes, the walls, the floor, looking for a stain somewhere, but she didn’t find. From there she checked the store and other rooms and then got back to the living room.

“You did a good job.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I replied, bowing slightly.

Hailey must have told her to check on me, I guessed. Maybe she wants to be sure I wasn’t illegal bahis siteleri being lazy, I thought.

“Max. I want to poop, but Patrick is not at home to eat my shit. So I called Hailey.

Hailey said I can use you!”

Oh My! I was having a good time already and this lady is just about to ruin it for me. I haven’t eaten her shit before, but I have eaten and sniffed her farts. They are terrible — so terrible I fainted the last time she sat on my face and farted in my nose while Hailey did the same to her husband, Patrick. Now she’s switching this up on me.

I wish I could say ‘No,’ but that was no option. It will only end in tears for me if I act funny in any way.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said to her, my voice heavy, wrapped in fear and sadness. I hope your shit won’t make me sick! I said quietly in my mind. How can Hailey do this to me? Being her slave is enough to grapple with, but now, she’s making me equally disposable to Nicole.

I took a quick peek at her round and solid ass again, which was almost fully displayed. She wouldn’t need to take her clothes off, since it’s a short dress that only managed to cover her ass cheeks.

While I stared, Nicole raised the dress and the tight helm gripped her waist firmly.

The glorious sight of her bare ass mesmerized me, though the thoughts of eating her shit did quite the opposite.

I quietly lay my back on the floor and opened my mouth, praying in my heart, that her shit would miraculously be better than her farts, else it could kill me. I briefly wondered how Patrick eats her shit and yet looks healthy — perhaps I shouldn’t be so afraid.

She stood over my chest and brought her ass down on my face, skillfully locating the tip of my nose with her anus.

“Sniff my black ass, bitch!”

“Yes, canlı bahis siteleri Mistress!”

The smell was horrible. It was the odour of shit and I could hear her stomach rumbling.

“Open your mouth, it’s coming!”

I did already, it’s her who wanted to irritate me first before using me.

Blopp Shroooppppp!!

Dark brown shit plopped out of her anus and swung down into my mouth. The dark brown soft smelly shit continued falling and making a heap in my mouth. It tasted like rotten veggies.

“Eat my shit, slave!”

Here is my neighbour’s wife shitting in my mouth, abusing me in such a humiliating manner. As she commanded, I ate the shit she defecated in my mouth and opened my mouth for more, and there was indeed more.

Her anus widened again and the same colour of shit — dark brown fresh shit piled up on my tongue again, and I held it in my mouth, waiting for her command.

She stood aside and stared at my face, admiring what she excreted in my mouth and laughed.

“Damn, that looks nasty. That’s what my husband enjoys every day. I hope you are happy to get a share of it too.”

Happy to eat this horrible shit? Really?

“Max, go ahead, eat my shit.”

To her viewing pleasure, I ate the second pile of shit and gulped it down my throat, after which she permitted me to get off the floor.

“What were you doing before I came in?”

“Watching Tv, Ma’am.”

“Alright. Get me tissue paper.”

She wiped her ass clean with the paper and tucked it in my mouth.

“You can continue watching the Tv, Max. But stay like this. Hailey said she’d be coming home late and asked me to watch over you. I will be back in two hours to check on you. This paper and the patches of my shit in your mouth must remain there until I come back!”

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[This is a story that happened to my cousin, Zoe. We had been sharing intimate stories with each other, and this one was so hot that I had to retell it. I am telling it as though it had happened to me, because I think that makes it sound even hotter.]

In college I had a number of boyfriends. I also had a few episodes with some other girls. This was my favorite. I was a sophomore and lived in a sorority house. Sophomores had to share rooms with three other girls, juniors had two to a room, and seniors got their own private bedrooms. We all shared large bathrooms which had multiple shower stalls. As you’d expect, we had all seen each other naked many times and pretty comfortable with our bodies.

One night I ended up talking with a girl who I was good friends with but not best friends. Her name was Kem and we had partied together many times and spent time together one-on-one, but we never had one of those tell-all nights over too much wine or too many beers…until “that night.”

We came home from an off-campus party together and were both feeling pretty crazy. We ended up going back to the House and she wanted to show me something in her room. We ended up staying there and getting into deep conversation. Guys, school, exams, guys, sex, parents, guys, sex. Pretty typical stuff. Then the sex talk turned to best orgasms, with and without a partner, and things started heating up a bit.

I went first and gave a pretty detailed account of a lust-filled night the semester before. When it was her turn, she got super embarrassed and I could tell that she wanted to share something but was reluctant. “C’mon, what was it? Just tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone, and you know I’ve probably heard something like it before. And that’s assuming I haven’t done it myself.”

“Well there’s a few, so I’m just trying to decide which one to say.”

“Clearly one is better than the other, or you wouldn’t be turning so red, Kem,” I said as she held back a smile and squeezed her eyelids shut so hard her forehead became all wrinkled. I knew it was going to be a good one now and tried to push her even more. “C’mon, I can’t wait to hear it. I’m sure it’s hot so please tell me.”

Kem took a long sip off of the open bottle of wine that we were sharing, and giggled one more time, but I could tell she had convinced herself to share the story. “Ok, but you have to swear like you’ve never sworn before that you won’t tell anybody. Nobody.”

“I swear, I swear,” I said as convincingly as I could. We were both sitting on her bed facing each other, and I couldn’t help but lean in toward her in anticipation. My eyes were wide I’m sure as if I were a kid waiting for a piece of candy. “Just tell me as much as you are comfortable saying, that’s all.”

“Ok, have you ever squirted something when you came?”

I was blown away by not only the question but more by the abrupt in-yer-face start to the story. Holy crap. I was not prepared for this. “Uh, no. I’m assuming you have?”

“Just twice. They were amazing, but very weird and embarrassing at the same time.”

“Oh my god, you’ve got tell me what it’s like. I’ve never talked with someone before about this.”

“Well, first of all, it was nothing like what you see in porn. It doesn’t come spraying out. But you can totally tell its coming up, and then you have this earth-shattering orgasm that won’t stop. Your whole body has this huge electric charge. It’s probably even better than what I experienced, because both times I tried to cut it short and stop it.”

“What in the hell? Why in the heck would you try to stop your orgasm? That’s like the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“it was because I was with my boyfriend and I was sure I was going to pee. That’s what it feels like if you’re not ready for it. It feels like all this pressure is building up, and that you are going to pee on him. I was so embarrassed.”

“Did he freak out?” I asked, thinking I might unless I knew what to expect.

“At first, but then I was screaming and he knew he was giving me an orgasm, so I think he actually knew before me what it was. I was like, ‘It’s not pee, it’s not pee, I swear’ and he knew pretty quickly that it wasn’t. That was the first time, and so I was a little more prepared the second time, but still embarrassed and self-conscious.”

“Was he in you, or what exactly were you guys doing, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“He was fingering me, but up inside on my g-spot. He was doing that, really good I might add, and I was fingering my clit. The combination was just too much. Have you ever tried that?”

“Sure, I’ve explored my g-spot, but sometimes it’s better than others. So what did bahis firmaları he do? Can you tell me who it was?”

“No, I don’t want this getting out. It doesn’t matter. He is an ex-boyfriend and doesn’t even go here.”

“So it was an amazing feeling, huh? I wish I could have an orgasm that powerful.”

“Yes and no. Like I said, once I knew what was happening, I tried to stop it. I sure didn’t want him thinking I was peeing all over the place. It’s not like a lot came out, but enough came out that you knew it wasn’t normal.”

“So why don’t you try to do it when you are alone so you can see how powerful it can be to ride it all the way through?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried. I’ve tried many, many times, but it just doesn’t get me there. It is hard to reach in the right place and still be totally relaxed. When it happens, I’m totally relaxed with him massaging my g-spot for a while, then when I feel myself getting close, I rub my clit to set off the explosion. When I try it myself, I’m curled all up in a ball, and all tense, and it just doesn’t work.” When she was saying this, she mimicked herself jamming her middle finger of her right hand up against the crotch of her jeans and rubbing her left index finger on her zipper while curling up in a ball.

I started laughing. “I see what you mean. Not very relaxing.”

“Trust me, if I could figure out a way to do it, I would definitely give it a try.”

So with that, I made a move. Now Kem had no idea that I had tried a few bisexual experiences, or I’m sure that she wouldn’t be this open with me. I was going to play dumb and just see where it got me. “Well, I could help, if you think it would truly make a difference.”

“What do you mean,” Kem asked with her forehead again forming wrinkles. “Not what I think you mean?”

“No, I’m not trying to do any weird lesbo stuff, I was just wondering. I mean, I can’t tell you how intrigued I am. I’d love to hear how it feels if you don’t hold back. And if I can help you get there, then that is fine. I don’t get grossed out. It’s just a friend helping a friend.”

I could tell that it was having an effect. She didn’t say no, and she looked as though she was considering it. “Trust me,” I added. “I ain’t going to tell anybody, so you don’t have to worry about that. But you have to promise to do the same. Don’t say anything to the Sisters or any guys. Promise?”

“Promise? I don’t even know what I am promising to, exactly.” She closed her eyes super tight again, sort of like before, and then opened them while flashing a super big smile. “Ok. You really don’t mind? I don’t know if I could do the same thing to someone else. You know what we’re talking about, right?”

“Yes, stupid. I know what we’re talking about. I even know where to go. I am a girl after all, remember.” And we both laughed, but more of a nervous laugh.

“So…um, what’s next?” Kem asked with a voice that was half nervous and half excited.

“We could just try to do it right now if you want.” I was getting pretty excited, so I was trying hard to not let it show.

“My roommate could be back anytime, so that won’t work. That could be really weird…”

“Ah, of course! No way. Hey, we could go down to my room. Sandra went home for the weekend and Kylie is out with her boyfriend tonight. She’ll probably stay at his place tonight, but even if she doesn’t, she won’t be home for hours, so we could go down to my room.”

Kem thought about this, and I think the reality of what we were talking about was getting to her. She looked unsure, and then reached down, grabbed the wine, and took another big drink. “Ok, but let’s hurry.” And with that we grabbed our stuff, the wine, and slipped downstairs to my room.

The room was dark and sort of messy. Pretty typical. Whirlwinds while everyone is trying to get ready at the same time for a Saturday night. Discarded clothes, makeup, hair straightener, etc. all over the place. The room had three twin beds against three of the walls with the fourth wall home to the super gigantic closet. I locked the door, but each of my roommates had a key, so we were still a bit nervous despite my confidence that neither would come home tonight, or at least in the next hour or so.

“This one is mine,” I said as I sat down on my bed. At least my bed was made. I had three pillows and a stuffed kitty cat near the head of it.

Kem looked at the bed and at me, and said, “I’m not sure. This is sort of weird, isn’t it?”

“No, you’re making it a bigger deal than it is. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to experience that mind-blowing orgasm? You have the gift and you’ve been denying yourself. Luckily, you got me liquored up enough to try kaçak iddaa and help you achieve what you’ve only been able to dream about.” I said this in sort of a fake over-selling voice, and then we both laughed.

“Sort of true, in a way.”

“Here,” I said, and handed her the bottle, but only after taking a big drag myself first. She took the bottle, and then sat near the head of the bed. She swung her feet around so that she was lying straight on the bed, but with her head up. “So you tell me, what should I do. Do you want to get yourself in the mood first?” I asked with a devious smile.

“Actually, all this talk of this has given me sort of a head start. I’m sort of tingly down there already.”

Hearing this made me even more excited, and I was doing my best to try and remain calm. “Ok, just tell me how you want me to go about this. I can lay next to you if you want, or sit down here in the middle of the bed. Let me know how your boyfriend did it, and I’ll try to do it the same way.”

“Ok, he would be lying next to me, but slightly down a bit so he could reach up. OMG, I can’t believe this. Ok, ok. Calm down. Do you want to do this on top of your bed spread, or pull down the covers?”

“Oh, good idea.” I jumped up and grabbed by shower towel off a hook on the wall near my bed. “Let’s lay this out.” I doubled the towel up and laid it down where Kem’s butt had just been. “There. Hey, you should probably lose these,” I said as I scratched my fingers against her jeans.

Kem unbuttoned her jeans and in one swift move slid down both her jeans and panties. She then pulled them all the way off and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. I lied down on the bed beside her, “Now close your eyes and remember that time with your boyfriend. Feel the passion and excitement.”

She closed her eyes and began to rub herself. I bent my head down so I could get a better view but not look like I was staring or getting off on it. I could see the top of her hand covering herself and rubbing gently. I wanted a better view, but didn’t want to freak her out. I wanted her to get going because once she got into it, I was sure she would go all the way.

“I don’t know,” Kem said is a soft bed-whisper voice. “Again, this seems sort of weird. Here I am jamming myself, while you are just lying there. Makes me feel sort of…”

“I know, because I’m not doing anything sexual but just laying here?” I said, cutting her off. “I know, how about if I rub myself, too, at the same time until you get warmed up. Would that make things seem a little…”

“Yea. Hey, I’m not trying to be weird, here, either. And you could keep your pants on, but I just feel that all the pressure and attention is on me, and it’s sort of in my head, if you know what I mean.”

“I totally get it. I can take my pants off if you want, I don’t care either way,” I offered.

“No, you can keep them on. Well, I don’t care. You can take them off, too, if that is easier to move your hand around. But at least keep your panties on, perv.”

I laughed, and said ok while I quickly rolled onto my back, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down and off. I was wearing black cotton panties, which I was glad because they didn’t show hot wet they already were. All I needed was Kem to see some big wet spot and get spooked.

I lied on my back and slid my right hand under the waistband of my panties. I went directly for my slit and all the moisture that had been building up. I slipped my middle finger inside myself and brought it back out, drenched with excitement. I rubbed it up through my slit until I reached my clit and gave it a few good circles. The feeling was electric. I knew I could cum in a minute if I wanted to, I was that excited. A couple more flicks of my clit, and I forced myself to calm down and slow it down. I looked over at Kem, and she was doing the same. She had her left hand massaging her boob and her right hand going to town down below. After a few minutes, I could hear her sloshing sounds, and it made it even more exciting. I thought about pulling my panties off and really going at it, when Kem whispered in a husky voice, “Ok. I’m sort of warmed up. Still want to try this?”

I looked over at her and smiled. “Of course. This is going to be amazing.” I scooted down the bed a little bit so my head was below her shoulder. This allowed me to reach down and insert my fingers while pointing up. I knew where the G-spot was, even though I have never had a G-spot orgasm before. I put my index and middle fingers into my mouth and got them soaked with saliva. They were already warm and slimy from being inside me, and this was a sexual rush to my head. I was so damn horny and couldn’t wait to bring kaçak bahis Kem to an earth-shattering orgasm.

I took my two moistened fingers and pressed them against Kem’s lips. “One finger or two?” I asked.

“My boyfriend uses two, but you can do it any way you want.” I pressed both fingers against her girlhood and they were immediately welcomed into her. Warm, moist, slippery. It was so erotic. I sort of just moved them in and out slowly, feeling her sexuality. Her hips were moving subtly in time with my fingers, encouraging my actions. She began to make little moans of pleasure, so I continued this for a few minutes, working her up before turning my fingers over, face up, and beginning my search for her G-spot.

It didn’t take long. I could feel the spongy patch inside the top part of her vagina. It was swollen with excitement, and welcomed my touch. I used my middle finger to rub it softly, back and forth. She was now moaning for real and playing with her boobs with both hands. I instinctively wanted to rub her clit with my free hand, but didn’t want to scare her. The deal was that I would stimulate her G-spot, and she would do the rest.

I kept on fingering as she moved her hips in synch with my movements. She was literally dripping juices down her ass and onto the towel. Her scent was powerful and erotic. I kept on until my finger got tired, so I switched to my index finger. It was incredible. I felt like I could cum myself without even touching myself. This made me think of actually slipping my left hand between my own legs and joining the party. Just then, she said that she was getting close and not to stop, no matter what. “It feels like I might pee a bit, but don’t stop. I’m going to cum. I’m so close.”

She dropped her right hand down to her pussy and began fingering her clit very fast and hard. This was it, show time. “Yes, yes…I’m almost there. This is it.”

And with that, she came. A small amount of clear liquid shot out of her and onto my hand and wrist. Then her body convulsed and a larger amount of thicker, creamy stuff oozed out of her pussy. Two huge convulsions followed by two more oozings. It was amazing. It didn’t look like sperm from a guy, it was clearish, creamy stuff. I watched it drip down her crack and onto the towel. I was so hot watching this, with my fingers still inside her. Her convulsions eventually slowed down and she took a couple of deep breaths. “Damn,” was all she said and then giggled. I giggled, too, and then slowly slid my fingers out of her. I looked at them and they were covered with juice, but also some of the creamy stuff was on my knuckles.

“Let me see,” she said, and sat up, looking between her legs and at the towel. “Wow, there’s so much,” she said as she stuck two fingers in the blob on the towel and picked them up, rubbing her fingers together. “Would you be grossed out if I tasted it,” she asked. “I just have to know.” And with that, she touched her tongue to her fingers. I have tasted myself many times, but admit that this was something else entirely.

“It felt like I peed, too, just a little bit, at the start of my orgasm.” I showed her the small drops that sprayed onto my wrist. Although it clearly wasn’t the same stuff that oozed out of her, it didn’t seem like pee, either.

“Here, lick this, too,” I said jokingly as I shoved my wrist to her face.

“No, I’ll save that for you.” We laughed again, and then she laid back down on the bed. I did, too. My arm and fingers were super tired. “Thanks so much. That was amazing, and I never could have done it or would have done it without you. You’re an awesome friend.”

I was still super worked up and horny as hell. I wanted to just begin rubbing myself right there. I knew it would only take a minute to cum. I thought about telling her I needed to do it, but just sort of smiled at her. Then, without me even saying anything, Kem said, “I won’t mind if you want to take care of yourself. You have to be going crazy. I can leave the room even, if you like.”

That was all I needed. “I am pretty damn horny. That was so sexy. I almost came just watching you.” As I was talking, I slid my fingers down my stomach and inside my panties. Drenched. As in super drenched. My fingers were also still wet and slimy from Kem’s juices. I slipped the same two fingers inside of me, then slid them up to my clit. Less than a minute, and I was coming. The entire time, I was thinking of Kem and her oozing her girl cum as I fingered her. Wow, I had an amazing orgasm myself, even if it was so quick.

As I came down and began to relax, I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back, and we knew we had a unique relationship. We laid like that for probably half an hour, until finally she suggested we get dressed before my roommate comes home. With that, we both slowly got off the bed and got dressed.

Amazing experience. One of my all time most sensual.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Okay, that was annoying. It was a sound I was familiar with though. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t work. I shifted, the hard mattress underneath me and the chemical smell that seemed to coat my tongue confirmed it. I was in the hospital.

“Ellis?”

Feelings of relief swamped me, and it took me a minute to realize they weren’t mine and remember why. I’d been blocking our bond, and Dav had convinced me to pull down the walls I’d built between us without even knowing I’d created them. But then . . . I groaned, trying to put a hand to my head. I must have had another migraine.

A sharp sting and the tug of tape on the back of my hand made me wince.

I heard him move over me and an arm brushed my ear as he reached for something on my left. I shied away from the contact, my head throbbing. Hospital lights were bright; I didn’t want to open my eyes, not if I’d had a migraine.

“Yes?” A tinny female voice came over a speaker by my head. I flinched from the sound so close to my ear. I knew I wasn’t in the clinic.

“He’s awake.”

“The doctors will be right in.”

Hands on my face startled me, and I embarrassed myself by whimpering. “Shh, it’s just me. It’s going to be okay, Ellis, I promise.”

I heard a door open and turned my head toward the sound. “Hello, Ellis.”

“Dr. Pannar. What are you doing here?”

Steps approached the bed, and I could hear more than one set. I tried to open my eyes again, but they still didn’t move. I could move my head and arms though. I shifted restlessly in the bed, pulling at the sheet over me.

“Davis suggested that your doctor call me. Since you’ve mated a Carthera, you’re not exactly human anymore Ellis.”

“Dr. Pannar is here at my invitation. I needed his advice on some of the test results.” My doctor was here too? I felt my stomach churn. What was so wrong with me that I needed two doctors?

“What tests, Dr. Bakier? I haven’t been out that long have I?” My mind instantly went to Isiah. What would he do if he didn’t hear from me? He could do something stupid, like infiltrate the eyrie to try to get answers. I hadn’t exactly been able to give him much information when I spoke to him on the phone with Dav in the room.

“You’ve been out about eight hours.”

Whew. Not too long, but long enough. I had to get out of the hospital fast and get some time alone to call him. Isiah was patient, but he would be on edge with everything going on.

“Well, I’m feeling much better now, so I’d like to get discharged.” I just had to get them to agree.

“I’m sorry, Ellis, you’re not going to be able to leave for a while.” I could hear someone moving to my left and my head shot around when I felt tugging on my arm.

“Who is that? What are you doing?” I asked, pulling my arm away.

There was silence in the room. “Can’t you see me?” Dr. Pannar asked.

I shook my head slowly. “No, I can’t get my eyes to open.”

I heard a breath catch next to me. “Babe, your eyes are open.”

“What? No, they’re not, I can’t see anything. I’d still be able to see the machines if you just had the lights off so my eyes have to be closed. Otherwise . . . otherwise . . . .” Panic set in, and the beeping on the machine took off. I started shaking my head side to side in denial.

“No. No.”

“Ellis, calm down. There is a lot going on, and we still have a lot of tests to run,” Dr. Bakier said soothingly. I felt hands on my face and the click of a light.

“Calm down? I can’t see!”

“Can you see this?” Dr. Pannar asked.

“No. I can’t see anything. Everything is pitch black.” I ignored the pull of the IV in my arm and put my hands on my face, sliding my fingers up to my eyes. I felt my lashes brush across the tips as I felt myself blink.

I saw nothing. My fingers dug into my face in panic.

“I’m blind!”

Hands wrapped around my fingers and drew them down. Thumbs caressed the backs and I knew the touch belonged to Dav. I could feel his anger, and sadness through our newly opened bond, but he smothered it with calm. “Shh, try to relax Ellis. I’m here. The doctors will find out what’s wrong, and you’ll be fine.”

I shook my head and felt anger grow inside me. I knew all about my type of migraines. I knew the kind of damage they could do and what was likely to happen when I was already blind. It was a pretty short and fast trip downhill to the grave.

“Don’t try to bullshit me,” I said shortly. “I’m not stupid. I know the statistics.” I was still shaking but I wouldn’t become that patient, the one that held out false hope for miracles when I sure as hell knew better. What if Dav left me? He deplored weakness. Being blind was a hell of a big weakness.

Davis bent down and pressed his cheek to mine. “I won’t let you go, not for anything.” Shit, I’d forgotten he’d feel my emotions through the bond. Had he felt my concern about Isiah? I nibbled on my lip as I worried about that too. I almost snorted when I realized what I was doing. I’d been illegal bahis completely stressed since I woke up; there is no way Dav would be able to tell what it was about specifically.

My doctor spoke at the foot of the bed.

“Your blood work, and some of the initial scan results we took while you were unconscious showed a lot of changes from the ones I took a few weeks ago Ellis,” he paused, “and Dr. Pannar and I are not really sure of what it all means. But I think your bond to your mate is having an effect on your condition. We’re just not sure what the outcome is.”

That caught my attention. “How can my bond to Dav have an effect my migraines?”

I heard a chair squeak as someone sat down. I could only assume it was my slightly round, older doctor. He often sat down and tented his fingers, speaking to me over the points when the news was something he wasn’t quite happy with.

“Did you know that there have been studies done on the effective use of venom to treat sufferers of various migraine types?” he asked.

I frowned. “No. What does that have to do with anything?” My brain wasn’t really up to speed, and I had no idea what his point was.

“Well, to our medical knowledge, no human and Snake have ever mated. It’s not exactly common with other species, but it has happened enough that it’s not a big deal. We know what tends to happen. Humans bond and develop some of their mate’s characteristics outwardly, but inside they remain human. You’re not like that. There is something about your DNA that is allowing for a greater mutation than normal.”

“I’m what, some kind of freak?” I tightened my fingers around Dav’s, and he grunted.

“No, you’re not a freak. For some reason, not only are you changing externally with the mating mark in scales on your back and the growth of a vomeronasal organ, or Jacobson’s organ, in the roof of your mouth, your blood shows a distinct chemical make-up we identified as Dav’s venom,” Dr. Bakier said.

I could feel the heat of my face and knew I was blushing. “Uh, um, that might be because he’d just bitten me a few hours before this happened.”

Dr. Pannar cleared his throat. “We are aware of that,” he said wryly, “but it’s more concentrated than a single dose should be. And it’s spreading.”

“Like a disease?” Dav made a noise in protest and I shushed him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“We don’t know. We do know that there is something strange going on with your brain activity, your blood work, and your vision now; everything is off. We need you to stay here so we can get some baseline tests started now that you are awake. This is important. Davis has already agreed to help us and had provided us with a venom sample.”

I heard Dr. Bakier stand up and shifted my face toward him, straining, hoping that if I tried hard enough I would be able to see him. I couldn’t. I slumped back against the pillows. This was all academically interesting to them, I’m sure, but this was my life.

And not just mine, but Isiah’s. If something in my DNA was messing with my bonding with my mate, Isiah was probably experiencing something similar. He’d had fangs like Ahsran. Did normal human mates to cat Carthera get fangs, or was it just him?

I put all that aside. I hadn’t researched much into mating and the effects on humans so I couldn’t know for certain. I had bigger issues to worry about with Isiah. Like being in the hospital while my supposedly killer brother and his mate were hiding from Velaku for another two days while I was stuck in here, blind and helpless. Even if I got the doctors to let me leave I wouldn’t be able to get to them.

Shit. Everything was falling apart.

“Ellis? You’re awake!” I didn’t have time to move before someone’s body was thrown across mine and their arms wrapped around me. I grunted at the impact then smelled a familiar wave of mint and cologne.

“Matthew? What are you doing here?”

“You know I’ll always be here if you need me, babe! I’m so glad you’re awake. Davis called me after you were admitted, and I rushed right over. Didn’t even take the time to change out of my sweats.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Wow, don’t I feel special.” The queen never went out without being fully primped and ready for action, just in case he ran into a hottie. Matthew was a great friend but he was still in that sleep with a new guy every weekend party mode.

“You know it,” he said in a saucy voice, giving me a smacking kiss on the cheek. I heard Davis hiss.

“Stop that. Matthew’s just being friendly.” I felt him move back and climb off the bed. “You are sort of interrupting though.”

“Oh! I didn’t see your doctors in here; I just saw your pretty eyes open and rushed in. Sorry.”

I winced, biting my lip when he said that. I heard people moving around and it was frustrating not to know who it was or what they were doing.

“Actually, at this point we don’t have any answers for you. Dr. Bakier and I were just about to go. We’re going to order some more blood tests and a few scans, illegal bahis siteleri take a peek at your brain. We’ll figure out what’s going on, Ellis, I promise.” I heard the door shut.

“What’s going on? What do you mean? Didn’t you just have another migraine?”

I licked my lips. “No, not exactly. It’s complicated.”

I could hear the panic in Matthew’s voice. “Complicated? What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?”

I sighed and turned my head toward the spot Dav had been last. “Dav, do you think you could ask the doctors if I can have some juice and a snack? It’s been a long time since I had anything to eat, and I don’t feel very well.”

“Ellis!” Matthew’s voice was sharp.

“Just a minute, Matthew, and I’ll explain everything. Dav?”

“Okay, babe. I’ll be right back.”

I sighed. I was really tired and could feel sleep trying to drag me back, and I wasn’t really very hungry or thirsty. I just had to get a few minutes alone with Matthew.

“What is going on, Ellis?”

“A lot I haven’t told you Matthew. Just listen, okay, and try not to interrupt me.” I rushed through a simple explanation that Isiah was doing some work for the government but somehow Velaku had reason to think he and his mate were trying to help take over his territory. I didn’t have to explain how dangerous for Isiah that could be, Matthew and I had grown up in a society where Carthera were no longer hidden. Velaku could wield a lot of power and once on Carthera lands, my brother would have little recourse if something were to happen to him.

I couldn’t let that happen.

“I need you to go to the Lucky Star motel across town and find Isiah. He and his mate are in room eight. I told him I’d call him back this morning, but obviously things came up. I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave the hospital, or what’s going to happen to me. I need you to tell him everything, and warn him to get out of town.”

“What exactly is happening to you?”

“I don’t know. Something is going wrong with my DNA and my migraines. Isiah might need to be checked out by doctors eventually if whatever is wrong with me is dangerous, but keeping him safely hidden is more important right now. This last migraine I had has affected my vision, Matthew.” It was hard to breathe and it hurt to swallow past the lump in my throat. “I’m blind.”

“Oh my god, Ellis. I . . . I’m sorry.”

I could feel tears in my eyes, and I rubbed them away. “Everything is just so messed up. It feels like the last two weeks have been nothing but one major event or catastrophe after the other. I don’t know how much more bad news I can take. I need your help, Matthew, please.”

“Of course. I won’t let you down.”

“Tell him–” I stopped talking as soon as the door opened.

“Tell who what?” Dav asked as he walked in.

“Nothing. I was just asking Matthew to speak to the landlord about my apartment. Nothing important,” I said quickly. “Gods,” I yawned.

“You must be tired Ellis. I’m going to go, but I’ll be back soon. Just run a few errands, talk to the landlord like you asked and then I’ll be back.” I could hear the worry in Matthew’s voice.

I smiled gratefully at him, one major concern now lifted from my shoulders. “Thank you Matthew, but they’re just going to be running tests. We probably won’t know anything for a while. Go home, and get some rest. I promise Dav will call you if anything happens.”

“Of course I will,” Dav assured him.

I yawned again. “Sorry, I’m just so tired all of a sudden.”

I smelled Dav as he leaned over me, smoothing my hair back. “Rest then. A snack will be sent up after the tech comes to take your blood, so you have time to take a nap.”

“Okay.”

Matthew leaned down and hugged me. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in my ear. I squeezed him hard, so thankful he was helping me. He was the best friend anyone could have.

***

After my nap I had needles stuck in me as people asked questions about my family history, my personal history; that included my very personal sexual history, and just about anything else you can imagine. I was a medical test dummy, and through it all Dav stayed with me.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about us, yet. I knew I had feelings for him, but a relationship had to be built on trust. Not only had he shown that he didn’t trust me; he’d damaged my ability to trust him. With those challenges in front of us, I wasn’t sure if we could ever move past them.

Especially when I seemed to only be getting worse. When I’d gotten the diagnosis of vertebrobrasiliar migraines I’d done a lot of research. Blindness was common, and the headaches could often lead to death. I didn’t want to stroke out in my early twenties. With all that on my mind, focusing on working things out with Dav was something I wasn’t sure I could do.

Even with knowing Matthew had contacted Isiah, I had so many worries on my mind that I couldn’t seem to focus on anything. I kept expecting Dav to pressure me to fall back into the same relationship we canlı bahis siteleri had before the incident at Velaku’s, but he didn’t.

“Why are you so quiet?” I finally asked. “Why aren’t you bothering me about us?”

“You don’t need more stress. Our bond is important, but we have to focus on getting you well so that we can have the rest of our lives to make it work. I can be patient; I’m a snake.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. He didn’t seem very patient to me. “Really?”

His lips feathered across mine. “I feel like I could lose you at any moment, Ellis. I’m afraid,” he whispered. “I just want to be with you.”

He crawled up into my bed, curling around my body. He was careful to avoid the wires and tubes but his hands were everywhere, touching me. “I can’t be without you again. The past few days were the worst I’ve ever lived through. I was so wrong, and I can never make it up to you, I know that.

“When you fell and I caught you, you were so still. I’ve done nothing, but think about where I went wrong and why I didn’t trust you. No excuses, you were right. Mates should support each other, no matter what. I saw your memories; I know what kind of man you are. I was just so scared that I’d exposed myself, been weak, to someone who meant harm to those I am sworn to protect.

“I just hope that the man you are is someone who will be willing to forgive me, in time.”

“Oh Dav.” I reached up and pushed my fingers into his hair, pulling his forehead to mine.

I could feel his hot tears fall on my cheeks, mingling with mine as we cried quietly together while our pain mingled just as surely through our bond. It was a release, a purging of the pain that filled us both.

I realized then that as angry and afraid as I had been, I needed Dav. We had things to work out but we could, somehow. I know how much pain I felt when I thought I’d lost him. He was going to face that reality very soon, and I couldn’t let him go through that thinking I hated him.

Snakes were so unknown; he might even survive my death. That thought made me speak.

“I don’t want to die but for as long as I have, I’m with you Davis,” I said, “no matter what we have to work through. I need you.” I drew him back down toward me to kiss me again. Our lips touched, my tongue slipping out to lick at the seam between his lips to open them. I slid my tongue into his mouth and moaned at the hot taste of him waiting for me.

A shudder went through me and hit him. I could feel his shoulders shake beneath my hands.

We moaned. My hands slid up, and I buried them in his hair to tug him closer. He leaned against me, his body a warm pressure holding me to the bed as I held him to me.

The door banged open.

“We think we have it!”

I jerked, and Dav hissed when my hands pulled on his hair. I rubbed my fingers against his scalp to soothe the sting. I wanted to ask what they had, but my mouth was suddenly dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. Both my doctors were breathing hard, like they’d been running.

Dav pulled my hand down and tucked it under his chin. He rubbed it back and forth against my knuckles and asked the question I wanted to know but was too afraid to speak out loud. “Have what?”

“Well, it took a phone consultation with Dr. Pennelst. The man is truly brilliant when it comes to chemicals,” Dr. Pannar said. “Dr. Waddel recommended him before, and I’m glad we had his number. His insights were instrumental.”

I felt Dav’s body tighten against mine. “You said you had ‘it’. Tell us already,” he hissed.

I ran my free hand down his spine, stroking him in return, trying to calm him down. I could feel his frustration through the bond. That much emotion meant he felt a lot more fear than I thought. He had to be hiding it from me, trying to be confident and keep me from thinking about the death I was facing.

“Well?” Dav said shortly when they didn’t speak immediately.

I was distracted from that realization when Dr. Bakier spoke.

“We know what to do to help Ellis.”

***

I blinked at the doctor’s explanation. I tried to let go of Dav’s hand, but he wouldn’t let me, tightening his fingers until I stopped trying to pull away. He relaxed and caressed the back of my hand with his thumb, making me shiver.

Dav’s voice was steady when he spoke, “So, you’re saying that all I have to do is bite Ellis, and he’ll get better?”

“That’s what we think. Even with his type of migraine, his episodes were not severe enough to explain the damage to the vessels in his eyes.”

“I have Carthera blood in me?” I asked in a faint voice. I was still reeling with that little tidbit.

“Is that such a bad thing?” Dav asked me, his hand tightening on mine. “After all, you took in some of my blood when we mated. Are you really that worried about being like me?”

I opened my mouth, but Dr. Pannar spoke before I could say anything.

“We don’t really know what is in you, Ellis. Maybe that is worse. You seem to have some of the extra anomalies that Carthera have in their genetic make-up but we can’t seem to determine any species it would originate from. It’s almost like you have the genes to change like a Carthera would upon mating, but you don’t have your own species traits before then.”

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You didn’t speak, but your face was contorted with mixed emotions. I wanted to speak, but didn’t know what to say. You knelt there inching toward me, crouched like you were going to pounce. I wondered briefly if I should move, go inside, leave you to yell or scream, or jump off the balcony if you so desired, but instead I leaned forward. You didn’t move so I slipped my hand inside your shirt and wrapped it around your breast. You weren’t wearing a bra and the slight sag of age made it heavy in my hands. I played with the weight of it, bouncing it ever so softly, brushing the nipple with my thumb. The confusion on your face ceased and the smallest sigh escaped your lips.

You tensed as behind you a family emerged from the building. We could hear the children squealing and the adults chastising. You went to pull away from me, but I held your nipple between thumb and forefinger and you stopped.

“They can’t see us yet,” I said massaging your nipple with my fingers, watching the desire spread to your face.

I looked behind you and, as the family turned towards us, I pulled my hand slowly from your shirt and waved calling out a greeting. They returned the gesture and continued with their walk. I stood and smiled at you.

“Come inside with me,” I gestured to the open door.

You shook your head and, almost frantically, started backing down the scaffolding. I sighed and went inside to the bathroom.

When I emerged, you were there. Standing with your back to me, looking at items tossed illegal bahis carelessly on the dresser. You reached out and tentatively touched my hairbrush.

“I don’t have nits you know. It’s ok to touch it, it doesn’t bite.”

You whirled and faced me, furious it seemed, at being caught in such an intimate gesture, one that implied something else.

“We can’t…” your voice trailed off.

I smiled and sat on the bed. You looked at me, speechless again. I opened my legs and patted the covers.

“Come sit with me. Please. It’s not anything, it’s just sitting.”

You sighed and perched on the edge of the bed. I reached out and lightly touched your shoulder and when you didn’t pull away; I moved out further and pulled you towards me.

I wrapped my arms around you and held you, feeling your body close to mine. The heat of your skin, the smell of your hair, the soft weight of your breasts on my arm, I wanted to consume you. I rested my lips against the softness of your neck but didn’t kiss you. Another of those small sighs escaped your lips and I smiled.

I took one arm from around your waist and rested my hand on your leg. You didn’t move so I kissed your neck and slid my hand up to your thigh, resting it on the edge of your shorts.

Your head tilted back and you leaned back into me opening your legs. My hand trembled as I moved it down your thigh, I could feel the heat emanating from your cunt and I wanted you.

I put my other hand up your shirt and held your breast tightly pinching the nipple making your wince in pain and desire. You pressed yourself to me and I felt the curve of your back against my breasts. I kissed your neck hard, wanting to taste you, wanting to feel you, wanting you to feel the desire I felt for you.

You moaned then, and I move my hand to your crotch, pressing your cunt beneath your shorts. Involuntarily it seemed, your legs widened to allow all my fingers illegal bahis siteleri room to touch you. I held you in my hand and felt the heat within you; your body betrayed you with its desire. I pinched your nipple again and your cunt thrusted into my hand.

You kissed me then. With a force that shocked me. You drew my tongue into your mouth and tried to swallow it, make it part of you. I held your breast tightly and pressed my other hand into your crotch. You pulled away from me and your face was a mixture of desire and desperation.

“Please… now… please…”

I nodded and without moving from the bed, together we pulled your shorts down so that they rested around your ankles. You weren’t wearing underpants and I smiled. You kissed me again and although I wanted to move my hand to your face, to hold your head and stroke your hair, I caressed the top of your cunt, brushing the hairs there instead.

You pressed your groin against my hand and gently I slid my finger across your cunt lips, feeling you wet with desire and sweat. You moaned then, and with my index finger I softly brushed your clit, making you moan again. I pulled away from you and kissed your neck, biting you softly. Your hands rubbed my arms and legs urging me to feel you.

I slid my finger the length of your slit and gently started flicking your clit. Each time I did your body would jerk and your hand reached for the breast not in my possession. I could feel my own body wet with desire and I held you close to me as I touched you.

Your nails slid up my arm as I pressed a finger into you. You said you didn’t like this, but your body pressed against me, urging it deeper and I obliged. My thumb flicked against your clit and my mouth was clamped at your neck. You moaned and grabbed for my hand, pressing it to you, wanting me to take you, to feel you, to make you scream with pleasure.

Your body pressed hard against me, biting your canlı bahis siteleri neck, squeezing your breast, I fucked you with my hand. Pressing your clit hard, pushing my finger deep into you, my hand covered in your wetness, the room filled with your smell. I wriggled my finger deep inside you and your moans grew louder. Pressing on your clit at the same time I felt your body convulse and when I pinched your nipple you cried out in pleasure and pain.

I held you until your body stopped shuddering and you rested limp against me. You turned your face to me and I kissed you, softly and sweetly, a first date kiss innocuous to the circumstances. Slowly I pulled my finger from you and you shuddered again. I wanted to put it in my mouth and suck on it slowly, savouring your taste, but I wiped it on the sheet and wrapped both arms around you.

You turned and snuggled into me, your head nestled into my shoulder. I kissed your forehead and rocked you gently. I don’t know how long we sat like that. Eventually you pulled away from me and stepping out of your shorts, you went to the bathroom.

Closing my eyes I was surrounded by your smell and I relished it. Knowing you would only be a few minutes, I raised my finger to my lips and tasted you on it. My mouth watered and my body ached.

When you came out of the bathroom and put your shorts on I was by the window. You stood next to me in silence. I turned to face you, but you wouldn’t look at me.

“I have to go.”

You moved towards the door, changed your mind and walked out to the balcony. You looked at me then and I wanted to tell you then. To scream my desire for you, to kneel at your feet and worship you, to tie you up and punish you for leaving. You looked at me and your lips opened and my heart leapt with hope. I sank into your eyes as you drew breath and I prayed that you would tell me. You started to speak and from below, the sound of the family, returning for their adventure, they waved, but I was lost in your eyes, willing you to tell me.

“We should be finished this section in a couple of weeks.”

You climbed backwards down the scaffolding and I stood with the last rays of sun brushing my face.

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All around him, people were taking pictures. The dark-haired twink’s brown bubble-butt was on full display, gushing hot jizz in a pearly arc. He laid upon a monstrously-swollen belly which sprawled across two parking spots.

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The woman clapped. “That should add some extra zing to the pop!”

Jae waited a few minutes, half-bent over the cooler. He began to thrust his hips. The ice rattled as he pumped his fleshy monster in and out of it. It pushed deeper each time, more and more flesh being rapidly chilled. He closed his eyes and began thinking un-sexy thoughts: Boris Yeltsin in a bikini. The ugly wart on his preschool teacher’s wrinkly chin. Having to change his bastards’ diapers. Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. IKEA.

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Most of his golden skin was exposed to the air. His usual spiked vest and boots were in the back seat of his car. Jae could see the waters of Lake Lobo glittering up through the trees. The sun was bright, and he could hear people laughing. His sandals clapped over the wooden walkway leading down to the lakeside.

Jae passed a banner hung high above the pathway. It said “LAKE LOBO REGATTA”. Jae illegal bahis looked toward the shimmering waves. Men and women were out rowing across the water, each team carefully coordinated by their shouting leader. The shore was crowded with spectators.

His arrival didn’t go unnoticed, of course—Jae rarely did anything unnoticed. People pointed and talked as he walked along the path. His ludicrous package was swinging and sloshing, his cock slapping against his balls. He passed a jogger. A woman on a park bench took her phone out to take his picture. Ahead was a wooden picnic table. Several people sat atop it.

When he began passing them, a guy in a hoodie called out. “Hey, how many Gothic cows died for that banana hammock?!”

His bespectacled buddy cackled and spoke up. “And how many … uh … robot cows … died for those spikes?”

The two guys shared a high five. Slap!

Jae looked down at the one of the only four things he was wearing—a black speedo custom-cut to hold a pair of yoga-ball-sized nuts and a stupendous slab of stud-sirloin. The speedo had metal studs along the length of his cock and rows of chrome spikes along his hips and balls. The other two things he wore were both sandals.

He shrugged his broad, rounded shoulders. “Well, I figured I’d wear something for swimming if I’m coming to the lake.”

“You were coming to the lake so your first thought was ‘I should wear a bondage codpiece?’ ” asked Hoodie Guy.

“Codpieces were meant specifically for covering the genitals,” said the blonde girl hanging out with them. “They were very popular in the 1500s. Men’s leggings had improper genital coverage and their jackets were too short to cover them up, so they invented the codpiece. They are a separate item that straps on. That’s not a codpiece.”

Hoodie Guy nodded. “Okay, so, I guess it’s not technically a codpiece.”

“When did you join this team, Fred? Seriously,” chided the girl. “You need to step it up if you’re going to cut it in this organization.”

Glasses spoke up again. “Did you know? Jockstraps are a modern type of codpiece.”

The blonde smiled. “See? Irving knows what a codpiece is.”

“What about those penis gourds those Africans wear?” asked Fred. “Those look pretty cool.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “That is known as a koteka or horim, and they’re worn in New Guinea, not Africa.”

“And that’s why she’s the captain,” said Glasses.

Fred looked at Jae. “I don’t even know what kind of a gourd you would need.”

Jae shrugged. “Well if you figure it out, let me know. Who are you guys, anyway?”

The blonde looked down at the table. “Oh, shit.” She reached back and picked up a sign, then placed it on the table. It said “NORTHBLADE PHALLIC CONCEALMENT SOCIETY”. There was a pink-and-green flag stuck into the ground nearby.

“Well, shit, I might need to come back to you guys for help,” said Jae.

“Any time you want, dear.” The blonde grinned. “I’m Julie. Look me up on the website any time.”

Jae grinned and continued on his way. He wondered where Vernon would be. He strolled toward Lake Lobo, balls bouncing against his legs. Birds were yelling overhead, and squirrels skittered across the path. Over near the water, he could see a bunch of long rowing boats set up on collapsible slings. Some of them were unoccupied, some had their teams still setting up rigging.

Soon, the fence ended, and the pines gave way to grass. He saw the appointed place. Several picnic tables had been overtaken by a crowd. A barrel grill was smoking and sizzling. Chatter buzzed all around.

When Jae approached, all of them stopped to stare. Potato salad fell from mouths, plastic forks hit the ground. A woman froze midway through filling her cup with soda and ended up pouring it all over her friend’s hot dog.

Jae stopped a couple paces away. What is going on here? “Uh…”

The crowd rushed him. Jae was surrounded on all sides by the strangers!

“The fuck?!” he grunted. He felt tugging and pinching. And as quickly as the crowd had engulfed him, they dispersed, going back to their seats. Shiny objects glinted in their fingers. “The fuck was that?” he grunted.

Then he realized that they were holding metallic spikes and studs. Jae looked down. All the spikes and studs were missing from his swim briefs.

“What the fuh—” Sklunch! Clearly, that was the sound of a speedo splitting apart at the seams and its component pieces falling to the ground. Jae felt the nice breeze on his heavy sack and cock. Some of the remaining jizz from the parking-lot fuck rolled down his cock. The ice had only taken off the spunk coating the forward portion of the organ. He squinted down at the pieces of his bathing suit, then looked up at the picnic-goers.

That’s when he noticed the sign on their table. “LAS TIJERAS ISLAND METALLIC SPIKE AND FASTENER COLLECTORS”.

“Wait, this is the wrong table. Where is illegal bahis siteleri the Southblade Pastry Club?” asked Jae.

A guy nearby turned over the metal spike he had between his fingertips and pointed without looking. “Over there, I think.”

Jae bent down to pick up the pieces of his—

Fwip! The members of the Northblade Phallic Concealment Society ran off with them. They whooped and hollered, waving the black cloth above their heads.

Jae sighed. He walked in the direction that had been indicated and found—

About a dozen men and women eating barbecue. All of them had pants or skirts, but none of them had tops of any sort. Nothing concealed their chests except the small stickers over their nipples.

“Dammit,” grunted Jae. “I was looking for the Pastry Club, not the Pasty Club.”

“That’s over there,” said the woman nearest him, pointing at a group a few tables down.

“Thanks.” Jae sighed and kept walking. His heavy cock bounced atop his balls, and his heavy balls smacked his legs with each step. A low, gurgling slosh also accompanied each footfall. Pearls of spunk dripped from his sack and balls.

He passed a couple tables on his way there. Each had flag stuck in the ground nearby which was painted with a design and colors specific to each club. Signs on the tables indicated who each group was. The next table said “KING CHARLES BAY TITANIC ENTHUSIASTS”. Several people at the table were wearing period clothing more appropriate for an early-1900s dinner party than an athletic competition. After that was the “TRAP TRAPS OF MARTIN BEACH”. Several purported girls were dancing on the tables listening to very heavy electronic music with muddled lyrics.

Walking further, Jae found the table for the “LTI COUGAR CLUB”, and immediately next to them was the “LTI COUGAR SOCIETY”. He squinted. Then there was the “LTI MILF CLUB”. Okay, I can see the distinction between MILFs and cougars, but why are there two cougar clubs? While the Cougar Society table was empty, the Cougar Club table was packed with mature women, many of whom were quite voluptuous. Sure, a couple of them had rolls, but that was natural. Jae grinned at them as their eyes rolled over his heavy cock. A couple of them coyly sipped from their wine glasses and batted their eyes. The MILF club’s table was also full of an assortment of luscious ladies who seemed quite happy to see him. A few of them exchanged harsh glances with the Cougars.

As Jae opened his mouth to introduce himself to the women, someone called out, “Jae! You made it!”

He turned around to find his friend Vernon standing there.

Jae suppressed a frustrated grunt. Motherfucker. …Wait, no I’m not. Thanks, Vernon. “Hey! Sup, dude?”

Vernon had glasses and raven-colored hair swept over one eye as well as snakebites. A toned, emo boy with inexplicably pale skin. The sign behind him did indeed say “SOUTHBLADE PASTRY CLUB”, but no one was at it that Jae could see. “The race is starting in half an hour!”

“Yeah, sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I kind of got distracted,” said Jae. “There was a twerk-off on the way here.”

Vernon’s eyes turned down toward Jae’s monstrous, swinging protein hose. “Who cares! I’m glad you could make it. I uh … so my friends are all eager to get you as their reward after the race. I … may have promised that you’d fuck them. You can handle nine cute boys, right?”

“You should be asking if they can handle me,” retorted Jae. “I know they can handle sixty feet of wood. But that’s just a warmup.”

“Actually, most shells are made out of composites of fiberglass or carbon fiber or something. But that’s true! That thing is a real monster! It should motivate them pretty well.” Then he looked behind Jae. “Wait, they put the Cougars next to Cougars and the MILFs?”

Jae turned to look over his shoulder at the disappointed MILFs. “Yeah, I was wondering about that. Why are there two cougar clubs?”

Vernon shook his head. “Well, you know how cougars can be.”

Jae blinked. “That really isn’t a helpful explanation.”

“Oh, well, the cougar clubs can get pretty catty with each other. Mm-hmm. I’m legit surprised they put them right next to each other and the MILFs! The cougars haaaate the cougars and the MILFs and they hate the cougars and I don’t know who hates each other more! We should probably go somewhere else.” He glanced around and waved Jae toward the Pastry Club’s table. As he followed him, he looked back at Jae’s heavy, swinging cock. Its head nearly swept the floor. “What happened to your pants?”

“The metal collectors and phallic concealment club took them.” Jae pointed at their tables.

“Oh, well, in that case, lucky them,” chuckled Vernon. “Anything you could wear would totes be like a … you could make a sail. Or a happy-smelling parachute. So what’s with the jizz on half your dick?” he asked, pointing at Jae’s cock.

Jae pointed to where his car canlı bahis siteleri was. “I fucked some guy in the parking lot on the way here.”

Vernon grinned, displaying his dimples. “Heh, ever met an ass you could say no to?”

Jae shrugged and smiled. “You know me, dude.”

“Vernon!” called a new voice. Jae looked over to see seven boys walking toward them.

Vernon bounced happily. “Hey, guys! Are we riiiigged?”

“Yeah, the shell is—holy shit!” cried the guy in the lead. He was an athletic, tan boy with neatly-combed red hair and a button nose. His eyes were locked on Jae’s pork-train. “This is a freshwater lake, dude, no whales allowed!”

Jae shrugged. “Well I guess you’re Ahab now.”

“Nah, you’re gonna be the one doing the harpooning,” chuckled the redhead.

Jae grinned and winked. “You can peek my wad.”

“Did you just wink? You realize you’re wearing sunglasses, right?” said a tan guy with a brown ponytail and soft-looking lips.

“Hey, where’s Marlon?” asked Vernon. “I thought he was with you guys.”

“I don’t know,” said a fourth guy. He had a chestnut complexion and jet-black braids tied back. “I think he said he was going to get something from his car.”

Vernon looked at Jae. “Did you see a guy in the parking lot? Looked like Martin here?” He pointed at the fourth guy. “It’s his brother.”

Jae examined Martin for a moment. Shit. “Hold up, that guy was on your team?” asked Jae. “I didn’t know that.”

Vernon nodded. “We need to get hiiim!”

“Uh … yeah.” Jae said “I have to make a confession.” I just fucked up your entire race. “Uh…”

A girl walking by piped up as she spoke to her friend. “Wow, can you believe that that Korean metalhead got out of his 1971 Ford Mustang Mach 1 and used his five-foot cock to blow a load in that dark-skinned guy in parking lot which resulted in him being inflated like a jizz-blimp?! It is likely that he was a rower, and will subsequently be unable to race!”

Her friend giggled madly. “I did indeed! What a conveniently-timed explanation!” They giggled as they passed.

“You fuuucked him?!” whined Vernon.

“…I didn’t know he was on your team,” offered Jae.

Vernon stomped his foot. “He should have known better! I told them what you could do!”

“Well, to be honest, no one believed you,” said Martin.

Vernon began stomping in circles. “It doesn’t matter! Now we have a probleeeem! We are missing a rower!”

“What about my new best friend?” cooed the ponytail guy. “Though he looks like he’d make a better coxswain than rower.”

“Will he fit in the shell?” asked the redhead.

“He’ll have to,” sighed Vernon. “Ugh! We’ll look like fools!”

“I can definitely help you all sail away,” offered Jae. “What do I have to do?”

“Listen to my commands and follow them,” explained Vernon. “You need to watch us and be really careful! Super-careful! I’m serious!”

Jae shrugged. “Okay, that sounds pretty straightforward.”

“No! It takes lots of practice!” He poked Jae’s chest. “But you got us into this mess, so you’re going to help us out of it, mm-hmm!”

Jae nodded. “Okay, listen to the yelling and do what you say, I can do that.”

Nearby, the people at the other tables were starting to get up and move toward the water.

“Watch what we do carefully! I’ll explain more when we do warm-ups,” said Vernon. He looked at his watch. “We need to get to the shell, come on! It’s time for our heat.”

Jae followed them down to the water, sandals squishing with jizz that had flooded them in the parking lot. The teams’ boats were lined up along the water. Each had an oar stuck in the ground near it with the team’s color and design. One boat had a creampuff on its oars, and on the side it said “USS TWINKIE”. Its outside was yellow, the interior white.

“That’s ours,” said Vernon. “We have to take it to the pier and wait to launch.” He pointed toward a spot where two piers jutted out into the water. “We go up when Vito calls us.”

Looking toward the piers, Jae could see a heavyset man with a red golf cap. He was also wearing a green tunic for some reason. He glanced down at a clipboard, then blew the whistle hanging from his neck. Thweeep! ” ‘Ay, you, come over ‘ere!” he yelled. “Cougar Club, you’re on pier one! Phallic Concealment Society, pier two!”

Jae looked back in the other direction. The cougars were now all in swimsuits, many of which were too small for the women wearing them. They all bolted down the last of their wine and approached their boat. One of them tripped, toppled forward, and slammed into its side. As it rocked back and forth, another tried to stabilize it, but ended up somehow shoving it, toppling the craft onto the sand.

The Concealment society was more successful … except now they were all dressed in nothing but codpieces. Including the girls. In fact, Jae was fairly sure that a couple of the girls’ codpieces were quite full. Julie was holding part of Jae’s stolen speedo and sniffing it. She promptly slung it over her shoulders like a shawl and helped her team pick up their shell. The bow of their boat was shaped like a pant-bulge.

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Jeffrey, at eighteen years old, still lived in a house full of women.

His father left when his baby sister was born. Technically, he held the title of the man of the house…but that was hardly the case.

Kimberly, his older sister, was nineteen years old and Rachel, his younger sister was hardly ever around. Their mother, Mason, was a police officer who worked the third shift, so she was gone most nights. When she was home, however, her word was law. Everyone was to have their homework done before she left the house; everyone was required to eat their vegetables before they could be excused, etc…

Very rarely did Mason ever spend a night home with her children. With her black curly hair that tumbled down her shoulders, her succulent breasts that pushed eagerly against every blouse she owned, her rump that shook gently as she walked, and her thick luscious thighs; she spent most of her time attracting men.

The kids, in fact, could hardly remember the last time that she spent the night with them. So, when she was away at night, Kimberly was in charge of her younger siblings, not Jeffrey, “the man of the house.”

One night, Mason probably out fucking one of the neighbors, something surprising happened at home…

Jeffrey was masturbating over the toilet bowl, as he often had before. Ever since his balls had dropped years ago, his cum had become thick and white, and a sticky hassle to clean up. So, he had gotten into the habit of going into the bathroom, as if taking a long piss or a quick shit, and jerking off real fast into the water. All that he had to do was flush for a nice simple clean up.

The only difference from tonight, versus any other of the nights, was that, in his haste to relieve himself after looking at the dirty magazines in his room, he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

There he was, his head cocked back, his eyes clenched shut in agony, his meat rock hard in his hand, stroking as hard as he could, dry with no lube, when the door opened.

“Sorry Jeff, I left my–” Kimberly’s jaw dropped.

Quickly, with his hard-on still groped firmly in his hand, he turned toward his older sister. Of all the times in the world, he whimpered and came hard. Ropes of his thick white-hot cum shot across the bathroom and splashed against Kimberly’s shins and slid down onto her bare feet, nestling in between her toes.

She stared down at her glazed feet in shock, her mouth still open.

Nervously he blurted, “Oh shit, Kim. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Here, let me,” he grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall and got down on his knees. With his pants still crumpled around his ankles, and his cock still semi-hard and leaking, he rubbed the towel up and down his sister’s shins. Then he brought it down onto the top of her feet and scrubbed like he was cleaning a floor.

“Disgusting,” was all that she could say.

“Oh I know I’m so sorry Kim.” He stood up and tossed the towel into the sink. Then, out of mere habit, he stroked his cock a couple more times to get the rest out.

“God, Jeffrey,” she said looking away.

“Oh shit,” he quickly tucked it down and pulled his boxers and pants back up. “God, I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Right in front of me?”

“I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking.”

Now that he was fully dressed she took a few steps into the bathroom. “Why didn’t you stop when I came in anyway?”

His face turned red, “I tried, I mean, God I couldn’t help it Kim.”

And it was the truth. If she hadn’t of barged in on him like that, it probably would have taken another minute or so for him to cum, but when he saw her shocked face, the excitement just got to him. Like a sexual laxative, pushing his fluids right out of him.

“I illegal bahis wish you would have at least locked the door.”

Now it was his turn to stick it to her. “Hey, you should at least knock before just waltzing on in here. I don’t want you walking in on me while I’m taking a dump either.”

She bent down to pick up her purse, which was what she had come in for, left it nestled by the tub. The black track shorts that she wore to bed were hardly shorts at all. Originally the shorts hung around her thighs, but she had grown up since when she first got them. Now, she only wore them to bed, where most people couldn’t see them, since they had become so revealing. Being how short and snug as they were, she also chose not to wear any panties underneath them for comfort reasons.

Jeffrey stood behind her, his eyes staring at the exposed flesh. He could practically see her snatch from the angle. Well it was more like the inner crease of her thighs, but there were even a couple of brown hairs poking out. He felt the blood rush down to his penis.

“Trust me Jeff,” she said, still bent over, rummaging through her purse, “I would much rather have seen you sitting on the can then to have seen you shaking hands with Mr. Johnson.”

His cock grew against his pants, pressing them outward slightly. “Yeah,” he said emotionless, staring down at her rump.

“Jesus Jeff, you sound like a zombie,” she stood up and turned around, her small breasts jiggling under her white tank top. “Did it take that much out of–“

He was staring at her lower half still, as if not noticing that she had both stood up and turned around. He licked his lips.

“God, Jeff, what are you staring…” her eyes fell to the bulge in front of his pants, “…at.”

Neither of them said anything; they just stared at each other.

Then the lump in his crotch started twitching. It was throbbing.

Finally, Kimberley looked up at Jeff and saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to her lower region. “Jesus, take a picture it will last longer.”

As if snapped out of a sweet dream, Jeffrey jumped. He immediately tried to cover his obvious erection by adjusting his pants and crossing his hands over it. “Sorry,” was all that he could mutter.

She shook her head in disgusted. “I’m your sister, Jeff. That’s really disgusting.”

“I know,” he said quickly, “I can’t help it, honest.”

“Do you always look at me that way, get a nice woody when I bend over and then come in here and blow your load nice and quick?”

He wished that she would stop talking about it; it was only making him harder.

Feeling both violated and agitated, she shook her head and started out the door. On her way out she stepped her foot right into a large white puddle that had landed on the floor. It oozed up in between her toes. “What the fuck?”

Jeffrey looked down at the mess. Without even thinking about it, one of his hands started stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants.

Kimberley lifted a foot up and wriggled her toes. A couple drops of thick white sperm splattered from her raised heel. “Christ,” she said in disgust, “Is this how much usually comes out when you do this?”

He groaned quietly, his eyes glued to the raised foot.

She brought her foot back down and looked up at her little brother.

In his own world, he stood stroking his erection.

“Jeffrey!” She shouted.

Immediately his hands shot to his sides, as if he had been called to attention.

“For Christ’s sake Jeffrey what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he blurted. “I’m sorry.”

She looked down at his crotch and said, “It wasn’t nothing, Jeffrey. You were jerking off again. Jesus you’re so disgusting. Look at this,” she said, lifting her illegal bahis siteleri foot that was dripping with his fresh white cum, “You still haven’t cleaned up your mess from two minutes ago and you’re already going at it again. You’re so fucking gross.”

“I know sis,” he said, ashamed, his face turning red.

“At least clean up first,” she said, “Have a little dignity.”

“Right,” he said, grabbing the towel from the sink and getting on his hands and knees, wiping the floor. He crawled forward toward his sister, wiping around her feet, then she lifted her sperm covered foot up and put it right up to his face, wiggling her toes.

“Clean all of it up,” she said, putting her hands firmly on her hips.

“Yes, Kim,” he said, wiping the bottom of her feet gently with the towel, then bringing it up and around her ankles, wiping down her shins. When he was done he looked up at her and said, “Is that better?”

She wiggled her toes and said, “It’s still in between my toes. And my feet are sticky now; just wiping it off isn’t going to cut it. God this is so disgusting.”

He looked up at his sister, her beautiful white thighs, the black shorts riding up into her pussy and ass crack, and those little breasts that shook with every breath she took. “Well what do you want me to do then?” He asked, his cock twitching madly in his pants.

“You’ll have to use something wet to clean me up. And that towel isn’t going to cut it.”

He didn’t know what she wanted from him, “Should I run you a bath or something?”

“What, so I can soak in it?” Irritated, she pushed her sticky foot forward into his face and smeared a little from between her toes against his mouth. “There you go,” she said, laughing to herself.

Involuntarily, his tongue came out and ran along the bottom of his sister’s foot.

“Jesus!” she screamed, “Did you just lick my fucking foot?”

He didn’t say anything, looking up nervously at her.

“God you’re disgusting. What did you want to taste, your disgusting sperm or my sweaty feet? I can’t believe I’m related to a gross little pervert like you.” She rubbed her foot across his face again. “Well, go on,” she said.

He looked up at her, “Go on with what?”

“You want to lick it up? Be my guest.” She wiggled her toes again.

“Are you serious?”

“Come on,” she said, “Unless you have a better idea.”

He wrapped one hand around the base of her lifted ankle and pulled the toes closer to his face. Then he ran his tongue between each one, getting all of his thick white sperm out from between them.

She started giggling and said, “God that tickles.”

This was motivation for him to start flicking his tongue up and down against the bottom of her foot, as if he was licking a pussy, to really get her going.

The giggling turned into downright laughter.

Then he slid his tongue up further, behind her calf, and started working on her shins. The laughter died away and was replaced by a quiet breathing. He flicked his eyes up at her every now and then. She had a strange look on her face as he worked his tongue all around her shin and calf.

Then she said, “I think some of it got on me a little higher too.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, his voice shaky.

“Here,” she said, walking around him and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. “Now you can get it all off without straining your neck.”

He crawled in between her legs and started lapping away at her inner thighs. Every time he slid his tongue closer to her crotch he took a deep breath, smelling her musky cunt. He wondered if it was getting wet.

Then she did something that completely surprised him. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it into the center of her crotch, holding canlı bahis siteleri it there tight so that his face was pressed firmly into the fabric of her track shorts.

He tried to protest a little, but he could barely breath, pressed up so tightly against her. And anyway he didn’t really want her to let go. This was a dream, his face pressed up against his sister’s wet crotch, breathing in only her scent.

Then she closed her legs, tight, with his head still in her crotch, so that her thighs and knees were pressing him even harder into her hot pussy. This was his ‘punishment’ for covering her with his sperm. Now it was her chance to cover him with hers, figuratively speaking.

Now he really did begin to protest, but not because he didn’t like having his face in between his sister’s legs; he really was having difficulty breathing.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” she said, teasing him.

He grunted.

“Listen,” she said,” I’m going to let you go in a minute, but only for a minute, and I don’t want you to move a muscle, you got it?”

He grunted in the affirmative.

Then she opened up her legs and pushed him away from her.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She didn’t say anything, just slid her track shorts down to her ankles.

Jeff’s mouth dropped, face to face with his sister’s hairy wet pussy.

“Okay,” she said. Then she grabbed the back of his head, much rougher than before, and pressed it hard against her wet cunt. She wrapped her thighs around him again and said; “Now you get to see how it feels, being covered in your siblings bodily fluids.”

Now he gets to see how it feels, he thought, in pure ecstasy.

Then, much to his sister’s surprise, he began lapping his tongue like crazy against her clit. Instantly she began to drip down his chin and she let out a soft whimper. She wasn’t expecting him to go down on her like this, only wanted to gross him out a little.

He continued, stroking his cock through his pants with one of his free hands. He was already close to orgasm, ready to fill his pants with his cream, but he kept stopping and holding off, wanting to time it just right so that he could cum at the same time as his sister.

The time was coming. She started breathing faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, grabbed the back of her brother’s head by the hair and squeezed his face into her cunt, juices dripping down his chin.

He worked at his cock. Both his hand and his tongue were working at the same pace.

Then it happened.

The pressure built in his groin until he exploded hot ropes of cum all in his shorts and pants. His sister, shaking and convulsing, squeezed her legs as tight as she could and let out a pure cry of pleasure.

They stayed like that for a minute, and then their bodies just sort of collapsed.

Then, after a silent moment of physical bliss, Jeff said, “Hey sis.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think this is fair.”

“What do you mean?” she said, looking down at him.

“Look what you made me do,” he showed her the big wet spot on the crotch of his pants. “This wouldn’t have happened if, you know.”

“Yeah, so?” she said. “What are you trying to say?”

“Well,” he said, “Since this is pretty much your fault, shouldn’t you be the one to clean it up this time?”

She laughed. “Yeah I guess so, you little pervert. Stand up.”

He did as he was told and got up, his wet crotch right in front of her face. Then she slid her hands into the waist of his jeans and yanked them down, along with the boxers, to his knees.

“Do you want me to clean it good?” she asked teasingly, touching gently with her fingertips his already growing cock.

He looked down at her, holding his wet member, and whimpered, “Yes, sis. Please . . .”

“All right baby brother,” she said, bringing only the head of his cock slowly into her mouth and sliding her tongue around it in a circular motion. Jeffrey closed his eyes and cocked his head back in ecstasy.

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