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Alice closed her laptop after making certain that it shut down completely. She knew very few people in the world could break the encryption code it would take to get into the computer and the regular password and thumbprint were to keep out the amateurs, but it never paid to not be careful. She was a creature of habit on certain things, these habits were automatic and deeply seated, she had to finish what she had started, shutting down the computer completely was one of those habits. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi Alice, I have those test results you asked for.”

“’bout time” she griped good naturedly.

“Hey, I put off city work to get your results for you” he returned defensively.

“With the amount of money I and others pay you, you should” she said with a slight smile as she looked down at her manicure, she needed to add more polish.

“You’re sure that money is safe?” he quavered with unease.

She grimaced. She wasn’t fond of cowards, but she needed his expertise occasionally so she put up with his slow results and his constant worry. “Yes, I told you, they will never be able to track it. You have enough put by to retire comfortably on.”

“Well, I better not say much, they may be monitoring the phones.”

Instantly annoyed she asked “are you calling on your cell or a landline?”

“My cell, but I saw….”

She interrupted “you watch too many CSI shows, unless you’ve raised red flags to arouse their suspicions there is absolutely no reason for them to go to that expense” her voice was a warning despite the reassurances.

He immediately calmed down; she had brought him many ‘benefactors’ and the amount in his portfolio in off shore accounts was impressive. He couldn’t afford to anger this particular client. There was something about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it but something told him not to piss her off. There was nothing about the petite blonde that physically intimidated him but still, there was something…he always got the impression she could and would do his job better and more thoroughly, or that she knew the results before he had a chance to even run the tests. He never understood why she needed them done, but with the amount she and others paid him under the table, he wasn’t going to begin asking questions, he knew better by now.

“Just drop the results in the normal way” she told him impersonally, her mind already elsewhere. Maybe she would spend some time on her manicure.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to deliver them personally?” he asked hopefully, he loved seeing her in person, she was worth the look, and he always hoped she would take a personal interest in him.

“No, I’m going out of town” she told the lie without a hesitation, it lent credence by saying it so quickly and succinctly. He was always trying to have more of a relationship than she was willing to give, wasn’t the money enough? She sighed, someday she might have to eliminate this particular relationship, and she didn’t want him knowing where she lived or what she did with his test results. The P.O. Box he would send them to in the anonymous county mail envelope would be enough.

Disappointed he said “well call me if you need help interpreting any of the …..”

“Okay, goodbye” she interrupted knowing that he would blabber on indefinitely if she didn’t stop it now as she disconnected the call. Getting up from her desk she looked out over the balcony to her living room. It was fastidiously clean and in order, but then, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Some might find her taste in furniture futuristic; she found it orderly and functional. It required a minimum of cleaning; she could dust, vacuum, and clean the room in twenty minutes flat, something she had timed herself out of boredom one day. Her entire apartment never took more than an hour unless she decided to disinfect the bathrooms. She was a neat person normally, but occasionally, the bathrooms needed extra attention.

Thinking about the rest of the day she thought about how she would pass the time. The cleaning had been done yesterday; her work necessitated a minimum amount of her time and this periodically during the day unless the market was wildly fluctuating. She could access some of her business accounts from her smart phone, and unless needed, her laptop rarely was opened but once a day, ritualistically every morning after she got up and ate breakfast.

Most mornings she got up out of bed; pulled the blanket and sheets back to air the bed for the twenty minutes it would take for her to bathe. She hated showers, and loved to soak in a tub. It warmed the bones and her delicate ones were frequently cold. Even washing her long Çeşme Escort blonde hair didn’t take any time at all. Shaving was no longer necessary since she had laser surgery to remove the excess hair on her legs, feet, toes, underarms, and knuckles. She had hated having it waxed and detested shaving it, having the money to do what she wanted she had justified the expense by the time and effort it saved. With blonde hair, laser surgery took a little longer, something about the pale blonde follicles or some bullshit; she figured the technician just wanted to see her repeatedly for these two hour stints until all the hair was removed, permanently.

After bathing she would dry off as much as possible, rubbing the excess water out of her locks while she made her now aired bed. Once a week she changed the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets and changed them to another almost identical set. Buying these in bulk saved her money but occasionally they didn’t have the same pattern and while it annoyed her, she shrugged off these little human idiosyncrasies. Getting angry over sheets was not in her forte. Quickly, efficiently, the bed looked like no one had ever slept in it. Even the pillows were smoothed out and looked welcoming to their next occupant, weather it was her or a guest she might bring in. As this was rare, she didn’t worry about it.

Quickly she looked around to make sure everything was in order, nothing left on the floor, or side table. She went to the dresser and brushed out her hair before stepping into the bathroom again, down the small flight of stairs to the next landing, her bedroom being on the uppermost landing of her series of lofts. Now that her body was dry she rolled on anti-perspirant and brushed her hair again before fastening a couple of barrettes to keep it back from her face. She checked the mirror for any blemishes or imperfections that would need dealing with. She still occasionally got them but knew how to deal with them quickly. Returning to her room, she swore she got her exercise from going up and down these infernal steps, she dropped the towel to change into underwear she had bought in France. It was sexy lingerie but also functional. It enticed when she allowed it to be seen, it intrigued for the casual glance down her blouse, and it made her feel sexy besides, attitude was everything. Pulling on functional but classy clothes she was soon dressed. Wiping off the top of the dresser from where she had leaned on it, the droplets of water from her hair brushing and body cleaned off the top with her towel. A minimum amount of makeup and she was good to go for the day.

Hanging the towel in the bathroom on her way down, she turned and looked into the spare bedroom on the second landing, no one ever used this room but she felt better having it, it led to the impression that she was expecting someone, that a friend could stay anytime. It had never been used. Even when family came to visit she convinced them that a hotel was a better place to stay. Something about having this empty room made her feel comfortable, almost luxurious, she had worked hard to achieve this kind of space and this empty room was one of her indulgences. It only made her uneasy occasionally and this was why she checked it occasionally, obsessively, daily to see that all was in order within. The bed never changed, the minimalist furniture never changed, nothing was ever out of order, but she couldn’t help checking it to see all was in order. Periodically she pulled the sheets and blankets from the bed to wash them but otherwise it always looked ready to accept a guest, no one had ever slept in the bed though. Her paranoia over this room led her to check the empty closet, making sure the hangers were one inch apart and ready accept someone’s offerings to hang up apparel, they had never been touched since she set up this room years ago when she bought the place.

She glanced at the loft office room on this second level that contained the bathroom, the guest bedroom, and the office. Nothing was out of order and she resisted the urge to go to her laptop and do research or check balances of her various accounts. That kind of obsessive compulsive behavior she was able to resist. She didn’t realize the rest of her own OCD. She headed down the final steps to the main living room and then turned down a short hall to the kitchen which was under the main bedroom loft. Ah, her coffee was brewed to perfection, accurately timed to her schedule. She popped a bagel into the toaster and sipped her coffee black while she waited for it to pop. When it did she put down the cup of java and pulled a plate from the cupboard, not before, as the bagel needed to cool marginally before she would put butter, not cream cheese on it. She wanted the butter to melt slightly but not drench the hard bagel and make it soggy. Today she had indulged and she had blueberry in her bagel and she stood there eating it and sipping her coffee as she finished her breakfast. Washing the plate, her cup, and checking for crumbs on the counter she quickly dried both and put them away. Looking around Escort Çeşme the kitchen she saw it was all in order and she went back to her office to start her day.

Now her morning ritual was complete and she had the rest of the day to do what she wanted. She could go for a walk in the Marina, use her boat, or borrow a kayak. She didn’t want to get wet, salt sprayed, or sweaty though and when she glanced out the window she saw it was a gloomy sort of day. Something Southern Californians were used to during late May and all of June and sometimes into July, these June glooms as they were called were a fact of life.

‘Going out of town’ made her think over her conversation earlier, maybe she should go out of town. She opened a locked desk drawer and checked that her passport was there. Other sets were in the safe under her feet but she had no reason to use these other sets, they had other names and her face on them and she had used them rarely. In fact, she didn’t check this safe but once a month or even longer, her obsessive checking of her things not lending to this particular aspect of her life. She didn’t want any tell-tale signs leading to this safe that contained false identification, money enough to start over, although she could access her money from anywhere in the world and had it spread out enough that no one would ever find all her hidey holes, cash though bought immediate need things if necessary. Money though gave her a thought about getting out of town; it was time to open another account.

Picking up her phone she checked her contact list and using a code only she understood found the number she was looking for. That way if she ever lost her phone, Uncle Bob wouldn’t mean anything to the casual observer. She had several copies of her SD card in the safe for safe keeping. She rarely had to add new numbers and this only occasionally, the main numbers she kept were safe forever.

She called the airlines to get an open ended flight to South Carolina. To anyone who might be tracking her she was taking a vacation to a beachside location she frequented. She didn’t think anyone was tracking her but it paid to be careful. Her second call to Uncle Bob assured her another flight, but this one from a beachside quay that few people knew about. Thinking momentarily, she carefully peeled back the carpeting and opened her safe using a set of algorithms that would defeat most safe crackers and few of any of the most expert people in the world who would break into such a safe or have reason to. She knew when she employed one of them to put it in that they would someday be back to try it out and had added a few of her own surprises. She was a fairly intelligent woman and had watched and learned from some of the best people, this safe was just one of the many things this condo contained to protect her and her anonymity. Learning how to install it, how to avoid detection, what to do to prevent others from getting inside had been easy. Topping it and preventing the expert teacher had been hard. She carefully avoided the laser insights, the claw that would grab an unsuspecting hand and rip it off at the wrist, she deactivated a few of the other safety protocols, even a rat trap that would break fingers to the unsuspecting. Some of these were inspired by late night movies, some mere annoyances, all designed to keep someone out of her personal and more private information. She gathered cashier’s checks and bonds in a large bag and threw in one of her alternate passports as an afterthought before reactivating her layers of security to the safe.

The expert who had installed this safe she had found dead here after a delightful weekend spent in the wine country up in Central California with ‘friends’ or rather a delicious and delightful redhead. She had known that the lure of why she needed a high tech secured safe such as this would bring the thief back someday and her little surprise additions had proven useful. The beams that would have set off an alarm had been child’s play to the thief but the claw and the rat trap amused Alice at their efficiency. The thief had bled out from the claw, the harder she pulled, the tighter it gripped the vein in her wrist and the rat trap had to have added to her agony when it broke her fingers. The money that had been in the safe was rendered useless by the amount of blood that had dripped on it. The entire safe casing had to be replaced but Alice had been able to do that herself. She had rinsed the previous casing but made sure it was recycled in a fiery furnace before she breathed a sigh of relief over minute traces of blood. She had also had to replace the carpeting in this room. Her thief had bled on it as well and nothing could get out those stains. An off duty carpet installer had gladly shown her how to stretch the new swatch of carpet in her office, never noticing the wood flooring square that hid her safe. He had been more interested in the possibility of dating the little voluptuous blonde and while she had enjoyed his company she hadn’t been interested in sex with the boy. She dated him a little while, Çeşme Escort Bayan having fun with him, but the romantic chemistry wasn’t there or so she led him to believe. It had been easy to get rid of her admirer; it had been harder to get rid of the body of her safe cracker. Fortunately the old carpet came up with the padding easily and rolling her in it had allowed Alice to drag her down the steps and out the patio door to her dock where her boat lay. Having to do it on a dark and awfully rainy night had been miserable but Alice figured the rain washed away any signs of the drag to the dock, and perhaps any minute traces of the woman’s DNA. A midnight ride in a choppy ocean was not her idea of fun but she drifted enough that she could honestly say she was caught in the storm. Weighting down the body and the carpeting had cost her another anchor and chain. The whole experience had been distasteful to the petite blonde but then she had taken care of business matter of factly, the thief had gotten what they deserved, a bit more possibly than they deserved, but business was business and Alice’s business was private.

Scrubbing down the room with bleach and another chemical not readily available on the market but obtained from her admirer at the lab she breathed a sigh of relief that any investigation would not show traces of her thief having been there. Any DNA elsewhere could be explained from when she installed the safe. Alice really didn’t worry; there was nothing to tie her to this or that body. There was no reason for anyone to investigate her. Her boat was washed down from the storm and while she had a hell of a time bringing it back to the harbor, she felt no one could have seen the blacked out boat leave in the first place in the storm. No one had ever inquired.

Alice packed a bag with enough clothes for a few days. She looked around her bedroom one more time to be sure everything was in order and stopped in the bathroom to pack a few things before leaving that room in order as well. She loaded her laptop into a shoulder briefcase and it’s accessories including the thumb pad, the charger, and her roller track ball which she found more comfortable than the pad on the actual laptop. Packed discretely into the lining of her briefcase was the flattened bag containing the bonds, the extra passport, and the checks. To a screener it would look just like paperwork which was to be expected in a briefcase.

She placed it all by the hallway and checked the patio doors to be sure they were locked taking the added precaution of a hunk of wood in the track and screw locks at the base of each of the doors to keep anyone from just randomly opening the doors and unless they broke the glass they couldn’t get in. She glanced out at her covered boat floating at the dock and nodded to herself as she closed the drapes. Security in this gated community was adequate to her needs but Alice always took the extra measure as she armed the pad and went out her front door. She drove herself to the airport in her Porsche, barely hesitating at the gate as the admiring gatekeeper watched her drive down the road in the expensive car. For someone to live in this community they had to have a lot of money and while he knew she was in investments he wondered what kind would afford such luxury. Alice never gave him another thought as she drove first to the P.O. Box she kept in a Postal Annex franchise. She knew the results wouldn’t be there yet but she gathered her mail that was now there as other mail would build up for the few days she was planning to be gone. She glanced at it and threw the junk mail in a recycling bin by the photocopier before taking the rest out with her and stuffing it in her briefcase, further making the hidden bag look normal with the addition of the envelopes.

Driving to LAX or Los Angeles International Airport was always an adventure. It could be two o’clock in the morning and there would be a traffic jam. It was constantly a challenge and she effortlessly drove the powerful Porsche in the traffic. It didn’t take long as she knew what freeways to avoid and what city streets would get her where she needed to go. God I love this city she thought as she avoided an idiot driver from colliding with her car. It would of course have been the other driver’s fault, never hers.

Parking in the long term parking lot she set the alarm on her Porsche. She had been lucky in the year she had owned this particular car, no break in’s but it might happen at any time and she was kind of resigned to it. She kept nothing of value inside the expensive car, just her registration in the glove compartment. Just the fact that it was a Porsche would tempt a thief and while she had a Harmon Kardin radio and sound system, the car itself would be the draw. She shrugged; she was insured for this sort of thing. She walked confidently to the overpass that would take her over the roadway to the terminal and an elevator down to the check in. In the elevator she was accompanied by several people and one set off her internal alarms. He looked at her a little too intently, a little too long, and Alice played the dumb blonde to the hilt as though she wasn’t aware of his interest. She wasn’t sure his interest wasn’t romantic or at least lustful, she engendered this reaction in men and women but she also couldn’t be sure it wasn’t more and was careful about what she did.

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Note: Have you ever called someone chicken to get them to do something? Well these brothers and sisters take chicken to the taboo level. Enjoy and all rights reserved.

*

Summer looked down at the hot tub from her room and saw her younger brother Adam sitting alone in the bubbles. She had just returned from college last week and had not really spent that much time with him so since their parents were out she quickly put on her white bikini and headed down to join him.

Adam was leaning back in sensual thought about the foreplay session he had with his girlfriend Tess last night. He had finally got to third base with her and may have gone further except her twin brother was in the house. Now as he slowly stroked his six- inch manhood he remembered how his first touch of a girl’s pussy felt like.

“Got any room for me?” Summer asked as she exited the sliding glass patio door.

Adam jerked his hand away from his hard-on and quickly sat up looking like he was caught with hand in the cookie jar. “Shit you scared me. I’m not use to you being around.” His eyes captured the fullness of her breasts and the flat abs above her tiny white bikini panties.

“Sorry,” she grinned. “Just pretend I’m not around for the next six weeks.” She sat down on the edge putting her feet into the water. “It feels really hot.” She was surprised that his upper body was really developed since the last time she saw him without a shirt on.

“That’s why they call it a hot tub,” he laughed. His eyes focused on the tiny triangular white patch between her slightly opened thighs. He thought he could see the indentation of her pussy lips but wasn’t sure. It prevented his cock from going down.

“Smart ass,” she said as her butt slipped forward and her body slithered into the steamy bubbles. “That feels so good.”

The hot tub was not that big so when she leaned back onto the underwater seat her feet moved forward and brushed against his. She smiled when he jerked his feet back. “So when am I going to meet Tess?”

“I was going to invite her over tonight but she had a family thing to do,” he answered.

Summer had always teased him in the past about his girlfriends. “So, how far have you gotten with her?”

His eyes opened wide. “I can’t believe that you asked me that.”

She grinned. “Second base?”

He grinned back. “Maybe. How far have you gone with Jack?”

Summer moved over until the underwater jets splashed into her opened crotch. “You tell me first.” She didn’t believe that he would do it.

“Second base for me and third base for her last night for the first time,” he said proudly.

“Really so that means you have not made a home run yet. My baby brother is still a virgin.”

“For now,” he smiled. “Your turn.”

“I’ve been around the bases a few times with Jack,” she answered.

“Blow jobs too?”

“ADAM!” She gasped loudly. “I can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Chicken.”

“You know I’m not a chicken. Ok I’ll tell you. He wants me to do it but I haven’t taken that step yet. Have you with Tess?”

“No, she has just touched me.”

“Oh you poor baby. You still have to take care of it by yourself.” She was getting hot and moved up to sit on the edge again. She saw his eyes looking intensely at her breasts and glanced down to see her nipples pushing outward. “Is that what you were doing when I came out?”

“You are not going to embarrass me like you always try to do,” he grinned. “I’m eighteen now.”

“Well were you jerking off?” She looked directly into his eyes.

He looked back without blinking. “Yes.”

“That’s cool,” she said slightly embarrassed. She leaned back on her hands which pushed her breasts outward.

Neither said anything as he knew now that the indentation was definitely the shape of her pussy lips.

“I guess I’ll be doing the same since Jack is away for the summer,” she said with her eyes closed. She waited a few seconds for his reply but it didn’t come. She peeked out and saw his body leaning back again and his eyes closed. Her eyes opened wide when she saw his right shoulder and arm moving slightly. “Oh my god, are you doing it now?”

He didn’t open his eyes. “Yes.”

“Adam, are you crazy? You shouldn’t do it while I’m here.” She had never seen Jack masturbate so this was a new and exciting thing for her.

“Chicken.” It was something they had said to each other since infants. Most of the time it meant that they would not back down. “Are you afraid to do it too?”

“You’re sick,” she said feeling light headed and excited. She watched his arm moving and wondered how big he was. She started to turn and climb out of the hot tub until he spoke.

“Chicken.”

She turned and glared. “I’m not chicken. It just something that brother and sister do not do in front of each other.”

“Whatever. You are a chicken so just accept it.”

Summer took a deep breath and turned down into the water. She looked into his eyes and reached her right Karaburun Escort hand down over her navel to the top of her bikini. She stuck out her tongue as her middle finger snaked under the top of the white triangle and then into her damp pubic mound. “I’m not chicken.”

Adam sat up and tried to look into the water but the bubbles prevented him from making out anything in detail. He had peeked at his sister growing up and now here she was sitting across from him masturbating.

Summer rubbed over her raised clitty and was surprised to feel it as big and ready as ever before. She knew that they could not see each other but just knowing what they were doing under the water was enough to turn them both completely on. “Oh,” she moaned.

Adam heard the moan and wondered how far he could get her to go. “Let’s see how brave you really are,” he said as he lifted his hips and pushed down his baggy dark blue swim trunks.

Again she was shocked. “I’m not taking off my bikini bottoms.” She glanced into the water and could actually see the darkness of his pubic hair and the shape of his long pink hard-on. He looked enormous.

They settled back down into the self gratification until he spoke again. “Chicken.”

“Mom and dad might come home early,” she said needing an excuse. She could now see his hand around his cock moving up and down.

“They drove out to Aunt Nancy’s house. They called before saying they had started dinner. It is at least an hour drive back. Chicken.”

She knew that she should climb out of the hot tub but this was about the most exciting and nasty thing she had ever done. “Well I guess since the bubbles are on you really can’t see anything.” She grabbed onto the waistband on the bottoms and pushed downward.

Adam again sat up hoping to see something in the quivering waves. He managed to trace the white triangle downward until she brought them up to the surface and then tossed them on the edge next to her. His eyes strained to see her pussy but all he could make out was a small dark shadow moving around.

“Don’t hurt your eyes,” she teased. They both leaned back and again started touching their privates. Both where totally turned on now and both had to slow down to prevent cuming first.

Adam stopped stoking. “You know I’m naked so you should be too.”

Summer knew that he would call her chicken so she leaned further down into the water and reached behind her to release and then remove her bikini top. She pulled it away and looked down at her hard cherry nipples that stood up proudly just beneath the surface. She knew that he could see them easily. “I’m not as chicken as you think I am.”

“Damn,” he said seeing them in naked. He never really knew how big she was. He started stroking his meat again and smiled as she did the same to her clitty.

Both were breathing deep and rapidly as they approached their climax. “Are you about……..to cum?” He whispered.

“Yes,” she replied. She was about to start her finish stroke when the bubbles suddenly stopped. Their hands and fingers froze as they stared down at the visible privates of their sibling. “Oh my god.” He was a lot bigger than she had first thought and knew that he was at least three inches longer than Jack.

“Move your hand,” he said hoping to see her pussy.

“No,” she giggled. Now her breasts were fully on display so she sat up a bit and both surfaced.

“Your titties are amazing.”

“I can tell that you like them,” she smiled as he moved his hand away and his cock stood up proudly. “So are we going to finish?”

“Move your hand first.”

Summer looked down at her hand as it moved away from her neatly trimmed bush and pussy lips which were open and puffy. “Well?”

Adam grinned, grabbed onto his cock and stroked. He watched her middle finger dive into her opened gash and rubbed. “OH GOD ADAM.”

“I know……..me too,” he said really to fire out his torpedoes.

“I’m going to…I’m going to CUM!” Summer cried as her body exploded into tiny pieces. Her other hand and fingers joined to help. “NOW!”

“ME TOO!” Adam yelled.

Their eyes closed at the zenith and stayed that way until they landed back on Earth.

Summer didn’t say anything as she grabbed her bikini and put it back on while underwater. “This was a one time only thing.” She didn’t look at him as she climbed out of the hot tub. She moved to her bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she heard him do the same.

*****

Summer stayed in her room that night and didn’t eat supper. After his parents went to bed Adam tapped on her door. She opened it and let him in.

“Are you mad at me?” Adam asked noting that she was wearing a thin cotton night shirt.

“No, I’m mad at myself,” she said moving over and sitting on the bed. “I’m older and I should have known better.”

He sat next to her in his nylon basketball shorts and tee shirt. “We didn’t do anything really bad. I thought it was cool.” Escort Karaburun

She turned and pushed him to the side and jumped onto him. “Jerking off in front of my baby brother is not considered cool.”

Adam laughed and was about to turn and push her back but then felt the softness of her braless breasts and the hard tips of her nipples pressing into his shoulder and back. “Did you like what you saw?”

“No,” she lied. “I could barely see it.”

“I could see everything,” he chuckled before turning around and pushing her onto her back.

“Did you like what you saw?” She halfway teased and halfway wanted to know.

“Kinda,” he lied. “I mean you are really not that big.” He looked at the fullness of her breasts under the tight cotton night shirt.

“Liar. I bet that I’m bigger than your little girlfriend.”

“There is one way to prove it,” he grinned looking at her covered mounds.

“Oh no, I’m not going to take off my night shirt.” She looked at his lap and saw the huge tent.

“So am I bigger than Jack?” He put his bare hands on narrow of her waist.

“I…couldn’t…tell.” Warning bells were going off again. “I think you should leave.”

“Show me your breasts first.”

“No.”

“Chicken.”

“Chicken? I’m not chicken because I have already showed you.” She stuck out her tongue again like she had so many times before while they were growing up. “You’re the one that’s chicken.”

“I’m not chicken,” he said seriously. “Be careful what you ask for.”

She looked at the closed bedroom door and whispered, “Chicken.”

Adam moved off the bed and stood next to it while she lay back. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. Her eyes followed the waistband of his shorts as they moved down over the tent. Since he was not wearing underwear his cock head sprang outward with freedom at last. “Oh my God.”

Adam grinned and let her take it in before pulling his shorts back up. “You asked for it.

“Please go,” she said knowing that her fingers wanted to reach out and touch it.

He smiled and left the room. Neither of them got any sleep that night.

*****

Summer overslept the next morning and awoke when she heard a car door closing outside. She peeked out to watch her mother drive away. Since her father was at work she knew that she would be alone with Adam. After seeing his hard penis last night she knew that it was time to stop this madness. She pulled on a robe and headed downstairs and found him sitting at the table eating cereal.

“Captain Crunch. Are you still eating Captain Crunch?”

“Yes, I like it so why change?” He said hoping that she was not upset with him about last night. He did notice the robe. “So are you cold this morning?”

She didn’t look back as she took the milk from the refrigerator. “Yes. And it may get even colder.” She grabbed a bowl and spoon and sat next to him. She grabbed the cereal box but so did he. “Hey give me some.”

“You made fun of it so now you are not going to get it.” He jerked it out of her hands and hugged it down into his body.

Summer laughed and reached down to pull the box out. She managed to get a hold of the bottom corner and pull but then he jerked it and her hand downward onto the top of his covered cock. They both froze upon contact. “Let me have it or else.”

“Or else what?” He whispered feeling her knuckled pushing into his growing erection.

“Or else I’m going to…….”

“What Summer? Are you going to grab my cock?”

She moved her hand until it pushed against the swollen crown. “Maybe.”

“You’re chicken.”

She wanted to do it but held back until she heard the key word. Her fingers moved away from the box, turned over and reached down into his crotch. “You shouldn’t call me chicken.” She curled her fingers around it through the thin nylon and realized that she wasn’t close getting her fingers around it. “Satisfied?”

“No but why don’t you make me satisfied,” he whispered putting his hand around her waist until it rested at the top of her hips. “Or are you chicken?”

Summers fingers moved methodically away from his shaft to the top of his shorts. She leaned over to pull out the waistband with her left hand while she aimed her right fingers down into the thick bush and around the pink penis. “I’ll bet you can’t last a minute.”

“You’re on,” Adam grinned feeling fingers on his cock for the first time that wasn’t his. He leaned back on the chair and pushed down his shorts to give her room.

Summer dropped down onto her knees and opened her hands to spit in them. She rubbed around the saliva and took a hold of his sex. They both looked up at the large kitchen clock on the wall and when she second hand hit twelve she started stroking like Jack had taught her to do so nicely. “Ummm…nice and hard. I can feel the cum about to come out.”

Adam knew that he wasn’t going to last but didn’t care. He was about to explode at the thirty second mark when Karaburun Escort Bayan they heard someone tapping on the back door. He looked up and saw Tess’s face looking in. “Oh shit Tess is here.” He tried to pull Summer’s fingers off but she held on tightly.

He forced a smile and waved at his girlfriend as his sister’s fingers worked their magic.

“Will you let me in?” Tess said loudly.

“Oh God I’m cuming,” Adam grunted. He looked down to see his cum shooting upward making a mess when Summer quickly lowered her other hand. He felt her palm engulf the tip and then his cum fill her cupped fingers. “Oh shit,” he said trying to give his girlfriend the impression that nothing was going on.

Summer jerked him dry and wiped her fingers on her robe before turning and crawling out of the kitchen into the hallway. He heard her laughing as she ran up the stairs. A few seconds later after putting his cock away he unlocked the back door.

“What was that?” Tess asked red-faced. “Why didn’t you let me in?”

He could only think of one thing that she might believe. “I farted.”

Her anger suddenly turned to laughter. “You farted and didn’t want me to smell it.” She took a big whiff and moved down onto his lap. “So are we alone?” She wiggled her cute round butt on his small lump.

“Uh..no my sister Summer is upstairs,” he said wondering what was going on in his life. For eighteen years he had little to no sexual action and now was on overtime. “I can go and tell her not to come downstairs.”

“She…she won’t care?”

“Na. She is cool.”

“OK, I’ll wait for you on the sofa.”

*****

Summer had removed her robe and was pulling off her night shirt when she heard the tapping on her door. “Did you run her off already?” She pulled the door open and stood proudly in only her panties.

“God, I could easily get used to this.” His hand moved up to cup her tit but she pushed it away. “OK, Tess is downstairs and we want some private time alone.”

“So you can get to third base?” Summer teased. “What if I get jealous?” She pulled out the top of her panties and showed him her light brown bush and pink lips below.

“Jesus,” he groaned feeling his shorts about to swell. “Warn me before you do that.”

“Pussy shot,” she giggled as she did it again. “Ok go and have your fun with your little girl.” She stepped back and closed the door.

Adam stood erect wondering if he should run Tess off because he was getting more action with his sister.

“Adam!” Tess yelled from below. “Are you coming back down?”

“Yes,” he said trying to calm down his boner. Finally when it shrunk enough not to be obvious he headed down and found her sitting on the sofa. “She won’t come down.” He moved next to her and pulled her lips to his. They started frenching but then he felt the chewing gum under her tongue. “Gum again.”

“Sorry,” she giggled and pulled it out and put it on the end table behind her. As she leaned over to do it he moved up behind her and reached around to cup her small but very firm breasts.

“Hey,” she giggled again. But she didn’t move as he found the hard tiny tips and toyed with them.

Adam moved his lips to the nape of her neck and then to her ear lobe. As he fondled her breast with his right hand his left hand unbuttoned the three buttons on her polo shirt and then moved under it to the edge of her bra. He completely cupped the covered mound as his thumb hooked the cup and pulled downward.

Tess had let him touch her breasts but today would be the first day he could feel her bare titties free from the bra. As he tried to get the cup off her mound she reached up and released the front clasp. The cup moved quickly away and for the first time a boy was caressing her virgin orbs. Her head leaned back against his shoulder while he moved from breast to breast and nipple to nipple. His lips on her neck were quickly causing her panties to get damp.

Adam could hear her breathing getting labored and moved back to let the front of her body face him. As he continued touching her breasts with his right hand his left hand lifted the shirt upward until her left breast appeared. Before she could object his lips found the hard little bud and suckled.

“Ohhh,” she moaned not expecting this to happen this fast. Her hands reached up to pull his lips away but when they touched his head they held it in place.

*****

Summer waited about ten minutes before she pulled on her robe and tiptoed into the hallway and quietly down the stairs. She heard the girl moaning and peeked around the doorway in time to see him pull her shirt up over the tiny titties.

“You go Adam,” she thought when his lips captured the girl’s nipple. “Maybe third base is around the corner.”

Although Tess was as turned on as ever before, her internal bells rang when his hand moved to the snap on her jeans and opened it. She tried to keep it together but once it opened she caught his fingers as they tried to get under her tiny pink laced thong. “Adam no.”

“Jesus Tess. You touched me the other night. I thought that…”

“Not yet,” she said as she pulled his mouth back to her tits. She knew that they would be leaving for college and possibly not see each other seriously again. But Adam pulled away which surprised her.

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Twice a month since I am in sales I go to Pune that is about 100 miles from Bombay. I have been doing this for several years and since I stay in the same Taj hotel every time, the staff remembers me. Being a single unattached woman it helps that I am known, I suppose.

Anyway, the last few trips my boss has been threatening to come but on account of his busy schedule I have been unable to do so. I don’t deny that I have a terrible crush on him and I would die to make love to him. This time he says he will travel with me. When we get to the hotel the lobby is deserted and when I walked in I remembered the desk clerk from my last trip. His name was Sanjay and gets me checked in nice room overlooking the pool. My boss Shyam has the next suite.

He comes to my room for a drink and we chat about the sales meeting in the morning and he asks why I was still single. I tell him of my problems with my husband about how he brought another woman home that he wanted me to make love too. He looked palpably excited at my revelation as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

Just then Sanjay rang up from reception that Nita the hotel massage specialist was available in case I needed a back massage for my slip disc. I asked Shyam if he didn’t mind if I had my massage while we discussed the meeting in the morning. Nita rang the bell. I opened the door and greeted by Nita. She looked very sexy. Long thick black hair and very busty in her uniform.

She asked me to undress. I was suddenly aware that Shyam was in Çiğli Escort the room but he made no move to leave. I shyly removed my sari and blouse and revealed the thick jungle of hair in my bushy armpits. Nita arched her bushy eyebrows at seeing my hairy underarms. My overflowing pussy hair was embarrassing me as it came into view and I dare not look at Shyam. Would hirsute body turn him off? Did hairy armpits and thick bushy pubic hair make me look repulsive to him?

Nita made me lie on my stomach but I was sure that my asshole hair would be visible and I wondered what Shyam was thinking. To my amazement I found him walking towards me and I swear I thought I saw a perceptible bulge in his trousers as my mouth was within licking distance of it.

Nita massaged my back and surprisingly touched my bushy armpit hair. I was sure she spent a few seconds caressing the silky hair of my hairy armpits each time she massaged my sides.

Suddenly she bent down and kissed my back. I was taken aback but then I noticed that Shyam though fully dressed had taken of Nita’s uniform and unhooked her bra. I turned around and saw the hairiest woman I had ever seen. Nita’s armpits were a virtual forest; jet-black hair was growing wild and her untrimmed bushy armpits looked very sexy. I then noticed Nita’s on the floor. She remembered how she had looked, and without thinking, picked up the panties. Her pubic forest was a mat of hair running from her navel down disappearing between her thighs.

Nita Çiğli Escort Bayan then unzipped Shyam and took out his long cock. The sight mesmerized me. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him. He places his hands upon her ass. I can see the hairiest asshole I have ever seen. Black crinkly hair was growing up her arsehole. He gently pushes his cock enters her ass. Moaning at her tight hairy ass, he slams his cock deep into her. He takes a few deep breaths and slowly starts to move in and out of her ass. I look at the frenzy on Shyam’s face. His hairy chest making him look like a movie star. He big cock sliding in and out of Nita’s hairy ass. Getting use to the feel of him, she starts pushing back onto his cock. Reaching around her, he slides his fingers into her bushy armpits. I helplessly watch wanting a piece of the action. I am all wet and I slip my fingers into the thick mass of Nita’s bushy pubes. He hooks his hand into her bushy armpits as if holding on he hair in her hairy armpits and rides her. “Darling, I’m gonna deposit my cum in your hairy ass and then fuck your bushy armpits fill your hairy armpits with my cum. Your jet-black bushy armpits will become white when I cum in them ”

“Ohhhhh darling I am going to cum!! Bela lift up your arms I went to rub my dick in your bushy armpits.” I was taken aback. Here was my beloved boss wanting to cum in my bushy armpits. I took his prick from Nita’s ass and pressed in my sweaty bushy armpits. He kept pumping it as it slid Escort Çiğli in and out of my hairy underarms. He thrust hard and finally came all over my bushy armpits.

I then lick his cock and suck on it and slowly takes it all in. I suck hard and play with his balls I pulled him deeper into my mouth, pressing my lips tightly against him and sucking hard. The feel of his hard cock sliding between my lips and over my tongue had my pussy literally dripping again as I felt Nita’s tongue licking at my pussy muff. Shyam grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. He asked me to raise my arms and then told Nita to do the same. “Wow both of you are hairy bitches “ he shouted, “Look at your hairy underarms. Have you ever shaved your armpits I wish our movie stars had bushy armpits too” I was past caring at what he was saying as his warm cock was sliding in out of my mouth as I sucked him as fast as I could.

Shyam screams “I want to fuck you now” and pulls his cock from my mouth. He bends his knees and guides the bulging head of his enormous dong over my hairy slit. I grab his cock and, push the head into my opening and put into my hairy cunt as he thrusts hard his throbbing pole. I am ready to explode as Shyam put his head into Nita’s bushy armpits. My arms are tucked behind my head exposing my armpit fur too. Shyam continues to pound my bushy pussy, pulling his cock almost all the way out and slamming deep inside with each thrust. I have beginning to have multiple orgasms as Nita puts her warm mouth on my armpit jungle. She plays with the wild growth and tugs at the tufty jet-black hair of my bushy armpits. Juices are running down my thighs as he thrust harder sending me off on another wave of uncontrollable spasms. He cums inside me as I go into another bout of orgasmic pleasure.

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a crush on my dad. My parents divorced when I was young, and I grew up with my dad so it was just the two of us living together. I often found myself fantasizing about him when masturbating. It never really bothered me that I clearly desired my dad’s body, though I kept my desires secret for obvious reasons.

He’s really good-looking for his age, he always kept in shape. I was more lean from playing soccer since I was in high school, but my dad was built like a truck. What I loved most about his body was his bulging pecs, and his thick nipples that always poked through his shirts. Especially when he’d come home from the office, and sprawl out on the couch with his dress shirt still tucked into his trousers, and unbuttoned down to his stomach exposing his hairy torso, and his tie undone and hanging over both sides of his neck.

I’ve never seen him go on any dates with anyone though, despite how handsome he is. He’s more into his work than anything else. Might be the reason why my parents divorced. I can’t help but wonder if he feels loney, or if he even feels a desire to be with someone sexually…

When summer came, I decided to drive home from college to spend time with him. While I drove, I thought more and more about my dad and how much I desired him. It felt so wrong, and that’s what really turned me on. I rubbed the bulge in my jeans as I drove, pretending that it was my father’s hand rubbing it. I was going commando, and my precum made a wet spot in my jeans. I flexed my cock and let out a groan at the sensation of my cock rub against the slippery wet spot on my thigh under my jeans. There’s nothing I loved more than the feeling of my hard cock being strained beneath a pair of tight jeans. I couldn’t take it anymore, I need to jack off.

I pulled over on the shoulder of the highway and unzipped my jeans and pulled my thick uncut 9 inch cock out. I flexed it and admired the head half covered with my forsekin gleamed in the sunlight from all the precum. I was so hard it hurt. I began to stroke it slowly as I adjusted the driver seat down, as I closed my eyes and fantasized about my dad sitting in the passenger seat watching me as he touched himself.

“How’s this, dad?” I said to myself

“That’s it boy, show me how you work that cock.”

I began stroking it with twisting motions, letting my tight wet foreskin tickle the head of my cock.

My dad finally slid his trousers off, only wearing his tight black tank top and climbed on top of me, and lowered himself on my cock.

“Dad, people driving buy could see you if you do that…”

“Let them look, I don’t care.”

Now stroking faster with both hands, I moan loudly knowing no one can hear me anyway.

He groaned as he slid my cock inside him carefully. “Argh! You cock feels so good inside me.” he said as he begins grinding his ass on my cock. I grope his thick bubble butt with both hands and begin pumping my cock in and out of him slowly.

I thrust my cock into my fists pretending it’s my dad’s ass, and using my precum to lube up my entire shaft. My thick cock strained through the zipper Foça Escort hole providing me with more pleasure.

“Come on, boy, is that your best?! Fuck your dad harder!”

I grope his ass tightly as I begin thrusting in and out of him hard.

“Yeah, that’s it son!”

He holds his hands behind his head, balancing himself on my cock plowing his tight ass as he moans and shoots his load hands-fee all over me.

“Dad, I’m about to cum…”

He quickly pulls my cock out of his ass, and opens his mouth as I jerk it into his mouth.

I thrust my hips up, not caring is passing cars can see me, as I stroke my cock fast with both hands and shoot my load all over my shirt and face. I moan loudly shouting “dad” in ecstacy. Oh, how I longed for the real thing, to share a special moment like that with my dad.

When I arrived home, my dad wasn’t there to greet me sadly. I checked the time and it was almost 7pm. He should have been home by now. I wasn’t bothered by it though. This gave me more time to think. When I was driving home I made up my mind. I’d try to seduce my father. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long now.

I waited up for my dad to arrive home. He arrived late in the night. Good, he’ll be exhausted and want to unwind after working so late.

“Max?” He called out as he entered the foyer.

I went to greet him with a tight hug. “Hi, dad. What kept you?”

“I got held up at work. I wanted to get some extra work finished so I could spend more time with you.”

He took off his blazer, undid his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt just as he always did when he came home from work. He looks bigger than from what I remembered. Like his biceps were going to tear through his sleeves, and his thighs would rip the seams of his trousers apart.

He poured himself a glass of brandy and dropped himself on the couch with his legs and arms apart. Fuck, he’s so hot. I tried not to stare too much. Watching his hard bulging pecs lift up and down as he breathed. I poured myself a drink and sat beside him the same way.

“So how’s college?”

“It’s great, I’m doing well in all my classes.”

“Good, good… You have a girlfriend?”

“No… What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

He sighed at my question.

“I haven’t got enough time for dating.”

“Don’t you ever, y’know, get horny?”

“What?!” He exclaimed, shocked to hear me ask him something so private.

“C’mon dad, we’re both adults.”

He laughed and sipped his drink. “I do, but nothing I can’t fix myself. What about you, boy? You ever plowed some lucky girl while you were away?”

Talking to my dad like this really started to turn me on.

“Oh, yeah. Blowjobs too.” I said. Though, they were guys, not girls.

He laughed again and rustled my hair. “You stud.”

“How about you dad? You never at least had your cock sucked?”

“Watch your mouth.” He said jokingly. “Not in a long time. Could really use a good cock sucking right about now whenever I come home from a long day.”

I noticed the bulge in my dad’s trousers. I finally gathered up thr courage Foça Escort Bayan and got up and stood in front of him.

“Max?”

I got on my knees between his legs and rubbed my face against his bulge.

“MAX!” He shouted as he tried to push me by my shoulders, but I held on to his thighs and held my ground. I felt his cock throb under his tight dress pants against my face. He gasped as I groped it and rubbed it vigorously through the fabric.

He resistance ebbed and finally gave into my touch. Who was he kidding? He needed this, and he didn’t care if he was going to get it from his own son. He kept his eyes down on me as I pulled his cock out through the zipper hole of his trousers. One of my fantasies was doing it with him while he wore one of his expensive business suits.

His cock was even bigger than I imagined. I marveled at it’s size and caressed it against my tongue.

“You cock is massive, dad.” I complimented.

“Max…” He began then gasped as the sensation of his shaft sliding against my tongue. “You’re my son…”

“Have you ever measured it?” I asked, ignoring his protests.

His face turned red and hesitated before answering me. “About 11 inches…”

I licked under the head at the fenulum withe the tip of my tongue, and watched him as he closed his eyes and quivered at the sensation of my tongue teasing him. Finally I took his entire shaft into my mouth and sucked slowly, as he did his best to contain his moans of pleasure.

Finally he responded back to me and started to rub my cock with his foot. The sensation of his black silk knee-high socks felt amazing. I can’t believe I never had someone do this to me before. I looked up at his as I kept sucking his cock and saw that his expression changed from resistance, to devious. I finally have him.

I stopped sucking for a moment and moaned out loud. “Oh, fuck, dad! That feels so good!”

“Oh yeah? How about this?” He said as he started to jerk my cock between his toes. My cock leaking precum like a faucet and soaked his expensive silk socks.

“Oh god, yes! Faster dad!”

“Mmm, I love it when you call me dad like that.”

I continue sucking his massive uncut cock as he puts his hands on my head, and begins to fuck my mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He shouts and he shoots his hot creamy load down my throat. “Be a good boy and swallow every drop.”

I eagerly swallow my dad’s creamy semen, and lick off the excess on his lap and thighs. His cock remained stiff like an iron pole.

“I haven’t cum in a few days now, son. I can keep going.”

He pulled me on his lap and kissed me passionately. Was this really happening? Were all my fantasies coming true? He kissed me down my neck and further down, and flicked is tongue over my erect nipple.

“Tell me, son. How long have you wanted to do this? Tell me everything. I want to hear every detail from that perverted mind of yours.”

I held him tight and moaned as he played with my nipples, and grind our stiff cocks together. “Years now… Every since I first started masturbating. Rubbing my cock pretending you Escort foça were nonchalantly watching me. Humping my pillow pretending I was humping you. Pulling over on the highway this morning to jack off, thinking about you riding me and not caring about the passing cars seeing you…”

“Is that how much you love me, son?” He asked as he kept playing with my nipples with his tongue and the other with his hand.

“I just want to show my dad the proper respect he deserves from his son.”

My laid me down on the couch and tore my shirt in half, admiring my lean body and my thick cock. He held the shaft in his hands and stroked it. “Almost as big as you’re old man’s.” He said lewdly as he leaned down and started suck the first 5 inches of my cock while jerking it at the same time. He’d clearly never been with another guy before.

“This your first time sucking cock, dad?” I joked.

“Watch your manners, boy.”

He quickly got the hang of it and began to deep throat me slowly. I moaned ‘dad’ loudly, and he looked at me with that same devious face again. He slid his tongue under my foreskin and swirled it around the head, taking up as much precum as he can.

“God dammit, you taste good!” He exclaimed. He pulled my foreskin back and began to suck on the head of my cock. I couldn’t take it. The sensation was so overwhelming, I fought back my approaching orgasm. At that moment, he stopped and smirked at me.

“I want you to fuck me.” He ordered.

Like a good son, I obeyed my father. I turned him over on all fours and used my precum to lube up his tight virgin hole. Just as I pushed the head of my cock against his hole, he shouted out in agony.

“You need to relax. If you tense up your hole like that it’s gonna hurt even more.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed himself. “All right, go ahead now.” He said.

I pushed the head of my cock against his hole again, and he bit down on the couch cushion and muffled his moans. Inch by inch, I entered him slowly until finally my entire cock was buried inside him. I slowly pumped in and out of him carefully. Once he finally got used to the sensation, I began to go in and out of him faster.

“Oh, man. I’ve never had a hole this tight before!”

My cock continued to leak precum inside my dad’s hole, lubing up his innards. The sensation of my wet foreskin sliding back and forth seamlessly made me moan like a porn star.

“Come one, son! Pound that ass like one of your frat boys!”

I turned my dad over on his back, and fucked him in the missionary position. Wanting to see his face as I fucked him. Wanting him to see my face as he got rammed by the cock that he made.

He reached behind me and slapped my ass as I entered him again. Immediately I began thrusting in and out of him fast and hard. He jerked himself off in sync with my thrusts and let out an animalistic growl. I leaned down and locked lips with him as he muffled his groans in my mouth as I sucked on his tongue.

I begin fucking him faster as I feel my climax approaching. “Dad… I’m going to cum…” I said as I burried my face in his shoulder.

“Cum inside me, boy.”

I did as I was told and pumped my cock hard and shot my hot load inside him, as he came all over himself at the same time. I shuddered at each thrust in him. As I pulled out, all my cum began to leak out of his hole.

“I’m so lucky to have a loving son like you.”

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Slave Alicia had served Mistress Karen dinner on her knees. She wore her collar and skimpy panties only, as required. Careful preparation of food was indeed a treat, an honor and Alicia had worked feverishly during the afternoon selecting the menu perfectly. Tender white chicken breasts, sautéed fresh mushrooms, tossed green salad with oven baked biscuits and a steaming pot of Oolong tea filled out the table. Her slave was allowed to sit across the immaculate white linen covering the expanse and sip tea with Mistress.

Karen ate slowly, enjoying every morsel while Alicia drank several cups in an attempt to abide her hunger; she knew all too well the penalty for a rumbling noisy stomach while Mistress ate!

“You may prepare my bath now.”

“Yes Mistress.” She carefully removed the silky black gown and watched as her Mistress’s flawless naked body slipped beneath the warm, inviting water.

“Remove your undies and join with me, now.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“May I wash your back, if you please Mistress?”

Karen scrunched forward and sighed as the loofah sponge coated with a soft peach-scented soap caressed her back.

“The front now? Mistress?” Alicia gazed with passion as Karen’s long hardened nipples confronted her. Carefully and with a hidden lust she lovingly scrubbed Karen’s front paying special attention to her feet, toes and legs.

“Dinner was excellent, Slave. NowI am feeling very relaxed. And desire that you shall please me further. Kneel between my thighs, Yes…like so.” The water swished as the pair moved as if in a dance, a Dance they perform, knowing the steps expertly. Karen lofted her soft asscheeks upon the edge of Karşıyaka Escort Bayan the tub as Alicia moved forward, allowing her palms to touch Karen’s thighs.

“Oh Mistress, may I touch your thighs? May I place my mouth upon your beautiful pussy?” Karen’s fingers opened her folds and both stared into her palace, reddish and wet from the warm bath water.

“Oh Mistress, you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. I must tell you that I masturbate while thinking of you here, your taste, your perfection, wonderful swollen pearl….let me love her…noww.”

The words were having the correct effect and Karen sighed deeply as Alicia placed her mouth over her mons.

“Yessss…stick your tongue in further…yesssss…taste me. Eat me well….” Karen whispered while grasping Slave’s head, pulling her slightly damp hair, mashing and grinding into her face.

Karen was too aroused, out of control and could not hold out any longer. Alicia bared her lips, causing her teeth to make contact with Karen’s clittyMistress gushed into Slave’s mouth.

“OHHHHHHHH…YESSSSSSSSSSSS…YESSSSSS!”

Mistress moaned aloud her cries echoing off the tiles as wave after glorious wave assailed her senses! Slave swallowed and licked the tasty juices that dribbled over her chin, dutifully awaiting her turn, churning inside from true love and loyalty. As minutes passed, Slave leaned back into the warm waters, head bowed and smiling.

“Verrrrrrrrry nice…you have become the best to ever eat me so…”murmured Mistress, making Alicia feel very special indeed.

As Karen slipped back under the waters level, her right Escort Karşıyaka leg slipped between Alicia’s kneeling form. Karen’s toes slipped past Alicia’s velvety crotch, testing her slave’s reaction. None but a soft sigh, good. Alicia squirmed and whispered to her owner, “Mistressmay I…pee…now? Please?” Both shocked to a degree by her impertinence.

“Of course not!” Barked Karen

“Oh goodymy slave has to piss!” Karen chuckled.

Mistress’s hand rubbed Alicia’s breasts, teasing her nipples to stand erect and then teasingly flicked the long red nips with her nails. She winced as Karen’s palm pressed downwards onto her tummy, onto her bladder which was full and wishing to be emptied.

“Too much tea, sweetie? Does my Slave want to piss in the water and release all that liquid?” she smirked.

“Ride my leg for awhilec’mon now…do it!”

Alicia placed her aching crotch over the smooth surface of Mistress’s leg, as told. She moaned from the intimate contact as her pussy rubbed in a rotating motion, feeling her lips spread there. The combination of pleasing her Mistress and the desperate need to piss was overwhelming.

“Please Mistress. I am in pain. Allow your servant to pee, I beg of you!” Alicia moaned.

“Cum firstha ha ha…c’mon you slut…your pleasure is MY pleasure…rub yourself here…now!”

Alicia grabbed onto the edge of the tub and began to ride the leg…fucking herself onto the leg…back and forth wildly. Her head was thrown back, forcing her weight down, wincing from pain and pleasure. The water spilled onto the flooring with her movements and something clicked far off in Karşıyaka Escort Bayan her brain…sending a signal directly to her vagina. One more push on the leg and Alicia’s climax began…slowly, forcefully.

“Ugggggg…Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she grunted.

“Ahhhhslave…you may release now…piss…piss!”

Directly in the middle of Slave’s climax, the command registered and she let down her guardher muscles relaxed enough to allow the flow.

“Oh god…oh god…I am pissing!”

Her piss flowed over Mistress’s leg, cascading into the warm water as they mingleda beautiful feeling and beautiful mixture. Alicia rubbed her Venus mound into the pee sensing her clitty enveloped by the warm flow. Surely she must have pleased Mistress well for this to be allowed. Karen only watched her slave in pure delight as she urinated and climaxed simultaneously, tensing first then relaxing muscles.

“Soooooooooogood…to release”

Hot rivulets of clear liquid ran over and down Karen’s smooth skin making a tinkling sound upon hitting the swirling surface.

“Mmmmm…let it all out now…all of you.”

A full minute went by until the flow changed into a dribbling and Alicia then concentrated on her pleasure, grinding her mons, savoring this moment. The scents mingled…peach-scented bubbles Karen’s nectar upon her face…tangy pee and her own release.

The evening had only begun, could it get much better? Later, Slave would be tied and spanked properly. Mistress promised to utilize her captive love slave this night…truly showing her the ropes….bringing her to another level of pain/pleasure. Alicia watched her Mistress leave the water…silently wishing to suck and bite every inch of her gorgeous torso. Slave was left to clean up the room. Quietly she slipped her hand down and massaged her wet mound, closing her eyes and feeling beautiful, cupping pee tainted bath water onto her breasts…in love with Mistress. Always.

Alicia ~ February 1998

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The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

* * * * *

I had another weird dream that night, but it was something new and very, very different. Coach Perrine and I were at the Olympics. Sexual Olympics, that is. We were on the floor mats, really putting on a show.

We had gone through the mandatory portions of the program, of course. We’d nailed the doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary positions. We had transitioned seamlessly from the reverse butterfly into the standing mad scientist, and slid back into the paired flounders. Then we rolled into the mated box trolls, flipped into the angry hummingbird, and we were in the home stretch in this industrial cookie press position.

“That fucking Russian judge is killing me!” Coach Perrine hissed into my ear, “the way she keeps glaring at me and shaking her head…I want to kick her ass!”

“Focus!” I groaned. Her asshole was squeezing my dick, and I didn’t want to lose my erection. “Keep smiling, Coach. We can do this. Look over there at the French judge. He’s jacking off under the table, and you know it.”

She twisted on top of me, and I slid my hand to the middle of her back as she arched and spread her legs. I knew she was giving the judges an unimpeded view as my shaft slid in and out of her asshole. Then she lifted her feet up off the mat and spread her legs, and I was taking her full weight with my left arm. My muscles ached as I held her steady in that position and thrust my hips up to maintain the same pace.

This was the most difficult part of the routine, and our timing had to be perfect. The music had gotten faster, and I had to match the strident beat. I thrust into her steadily, then sped up as we neared the climactic finish.

“Now!” I hissed, and she launched into a reverse-somersault dismount, rolling off over my head and coming to a triumphant landing with her hands over her head. She was the embodiment of the goddess of victory in that moment, with her arms raised in a ‘V’ and her nipples quivering proudly atop her heaving breasts. I arched my back so that my erupting dick shot a geyser of cum high into the air over my body.

As my cock erupted, so did the crowd. They stood and cheered wildly as my semen jetted into the air and splattered down all over my flexed muscles.

I could see my parents applauding in the stands and my mother wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m so proud!” she sobbed.

Even the Russian judge nodded in grudging admiration.

* * *

After all the nightmares I’d had, it was nice to wake up after that dream with a grin on my face. It had been silly, but I was still completely hard when I stumbled out of bed. As I made my way into the bathroom, I was struck by the reality.

Holy shit! I fucked Coach Perrine last night!

I shook my head and flipped on the bathroom light, and stared at my face as I started the water in the sink. Then I realized I needed to shave. I had to shake my head again. I still wasn’t used to having to do that. While the water warmed up and I brushed my teeth, I mused that I had fantasized about Coach Perrine almost as long as I had fantasized about Leanne. Now I had not only had sex with both of them, but I had fucked both of them in their asses.

That hadn’t even been a fantasy before I got sick. In fact, I think my fantasies had largely been contained to merely getting to see one of them naked. After the way last night had gone, I had no doubt that Coach Perrine wanted a repeat performance. That was what ran through my head, “repeat performance,” and then I was reliving that crazy-ass dream and trying not to laugh or choke on the toothpaste in my mouth. I spat into the sink, and saw my mother slide into the doorway.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

I rinsed my mouth out and felt the water was finally getting warm. I smiled and shook my head, and then looked over at her. It was tough, but I managed to keep my eyes on her face. The lacy white negligee she wore was one I recognized, and I knew I would be able to see her body clearly through it.

“I had another crazy dream,” I replied. “This one was amusing, though.”

“Oh, really? What was it about?” she asked, stepping into the bathroom. The way she moved, it was clear she was trying to get me to look at her tits.

I couldn’t help it. I looked. Damn, my mother has some mouth-watering breasts. Her nipples were already prominent and I watched them get even stiffer as I licked my lips and stared. Then my eyes flitted down and…well, it wasn’t really a surprise she wasn’t wearing the matching panties. I tore my eyes from her tasty little pussy and looked her in the eye.

“You said you would be good, Mom,” I reminded her.

She blew out a long breath. “Yes,” she sighed, “I know I did. I’m sorry, Joshua.”

She Bayındır Escort leaned closer and gave me a quick smooch on my cheek, then pulled back and wrinkled her nose.

“You really need to shave,” she murmured.

I grinned at her. “I was just about to, before you came in here and distracted me with your sexy body.”

She smiled and watched me for a few seconds as I washed my cheeks and chin. When I started applying the shaving cream, she sighed and walked out. My dick gave a little lurch in my boxers when her ass was revealed for that fleeting second.

It’s tough for me too, Mom, I thought.

Partway through my shave I glanced at my watch. It wasn’t as early as I had thought; I only had about thirty minutes before I needed to leave, if I wanted to pick Trina up. I was careful enough not to nick myself shaving, and then I took a quick shower. By the time I was dressed, I could already smell breakfast.

* * *

It was fortunate I had hurried through my shower, otherwise breakfast might have burned. Mom was still wearing only that scanty negligee, and Dad had no reason to hold back like I had. They were fucking in the kitchen with the eggs and bacon sizzling in the skillet. I quickly slid in and flipped everything over, then pulled the other skillet off the stove. The hash browns were already a little over-done.

Dad was already dressed for work, but his dress slacks were puddled around his ankles as he took my mother from behind at the counter behind me. “Thanks for…taking care…of breakfast,” he panted as he pounded her horny pussy.

Well, I assume he was in her pussy. I couldn’t really tell from that angle and didn’t feel like staring. I needed to get moving or I would be late.

“No problem, Dad,” I replied, serving up breakfast onto three plates.

I was finished eating before they finished having sex. They were blocking the kitchen sink, so I left my dirty dishes on the counter. When I came back out of my bedroom with my book bag over my shoulder, I ducked my head into the kitchen doorway by their bedroom.

“You’re not going to be late, are you Dad?” I asked.

He glanced at the clock on the microwave. “No, I should be fine,” he panted. “Have a great day!”

Mom was too busy moaning through her orgasm to say anything, so I just smiled and waved and headed out the door.

I called Trina’s house while I was on the way, letting them know I was coming. Just like the day before, I had just enough time to give Deirdre a hug and a kiss before we left. Trina and I shared a longer kiss in my car before we drove to the school. When we walked in the double doors at the front of the school, I smiled and waved at Linda. She blushed when she returned that smile and wave.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and hoped that she could keep it together.

Then we were in our biology class, and Miss Green was keeping it together better than I had hoped. She still smiled at me, but nothing about her behavior gave away how upset she had been when she left our house the previous evening. Despite her diminutive stature, she had become a strong, resilient woman. I remembered partway through class that I had promised to help her move this weekend, and I stuck around long enough to ask after class.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Josh,” she reassured me with a wave of her hand. “I’ve got some other teachers helping me with it now. It would be silly to take any chances. Thank you for offering, though.”

I nodded, and Trina and I hugged before parting for our next classes.

When I got to my Calculus class, I started to dig out that homework assignment to drop it into the basket on Mr. Roush’s desk. He waved me off and I could see the basket was empty.

“Just hold onto it, Josh,” he said. “We’ll be going over it in class.”

It turned out that was all we did. Only a quarter of us had actually finished that homework, and the rest of the class was visibly relieved that they wouldn’t be penalized for failing to finish it. We wound up splitting into groups and working out the problems as a class. It gave me a chance to let my mind wander, to think about what I needed to do the rest of the day.

* * *

Brenda Cahill did not look well, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. She looked pale and shaky, and when I saw her knees shuddering I quickly leapt from my desk. I managed to catch her before she fell to the floor, and then I looked around and barked out orders. Trina headed for the nurse’s office, and Bryce headed next door to let Mrs. Thomas know what was happening.

Brenda clung to me and whimpered, and I stroked her hair gently. “It’s okay, Miss Cahill, I’ve got you,” I murmured.

She didn’t want to let me go when one of the young student teachers arrived to take charge of the class, or when Nurse Hamilton arrived. As soon as Nurse Hamilton was certain it was safe for Brenda to be moved, she put her hand on my shoulder.

“Josh, do you think you can carry her Bayındır Escort Bayan to my office?” she asked quietly.

“Sure thing,” I replied, nodding.

When I carefully lifted her and carried her to the door, I heard several girls sighing behind me. Trina was one of them, but she looked around and bit her lip when she realized she wasn’t the only one. Brenda felt light in my arms—so much so that it was alarming.

“Haven’t you been eating?” I whispered.

She was delirious at that point, and she struggled in my arms. Brenda was trying to pull my face down to hers so she could kiss me as I carried her down the hall. Most of the classroom doors were closed in the hallway, so Nurse Hamilton felt the need to lean in and whisper.

“She’s obviously dehydrated, but…” She looked around quickly once more, “when was the last time you two had sex?”

After thinking a second, I couldn’t recall. “I don’t remember,” I muttered. “We were supposed to get together a couple of times last week, but something always came up and we never did.”

I stuck around and held Brenda’s hand after Nurse Hamilton gave her an IV and left to call her granddaughter. When she returned, she sent me back to class.

“Heather’s on her way,” she assured me. “She’ll take Brenda to the hospital so they can make sure she’s okay.”

She chewed her lip after that, and I nodded to let her know I understood. There were too many people around who could hear us. I stepped out of her office, but then Doctor Hill stopped me with her hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” she said. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried through the office. Everyone turned to look at her—at us—standing in her doorway. “We’re lucky to have a student like you,” she added with a smile.

“Thank you, ma’am,” I murmured. “I’ll…head back to class.”

She nodded and turned to let me pass. Linda smiled at me and impulsively leaned closer to put her hand on my other shoulder.

“I’ll call your mom and let her know what happened,” she said softly. She looked at Dr. Hill and they exchanged a nod. “I wouldn’t want her to worry if she hears that something happened here today.”

“Thanks, Linda,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “You are a really good friend. I appreciate it.”

* * *

I was troubled as I made my way back down the hallways to my English class. Was it my fault that Brenda had collapsed like that? I shook my head. No, I had really tried to spend time “taking care” of her carnal needs. It had been pure, dumb luck that we hadn’t gotten together. Still, I felt guilty for not trying harder or more often. Obviously it was complicated. I didn’t have time to work out the difficult problem in my head before I returned to class.

The young student teacher was struggling. I didn’t recognize her and figured she must have just started. Without even thinking about it, I walked up next to her in front of the class and cleared my throat. All the little conversations ceased, and everyone looked up at me.

“Miss Cahill is going to be all right,” I assured them. “She will be going to the hospital, but that’s just everyone being cautious. Now, when she left off…”

The young student teacher stepped back, nodding and watching as I took over teaching the class. Nobody questioned what I was doing. I did get some really good questions about the material as I taught the lesson. When I finished, I turned to the young student teacher.

“Um, homework?” I asked.

She gave a little lurch. “Oh! I didn’t—” she muttered.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” I assured her. “We’re all doing our best to get through this.”

“It should be in the lesson plan,” she murmured, “just a second.” After flipping through Miss Cahill’s lesson planner, she found it. “Ah, here we go. Make sure you have a copy of Macbeth for the next class. We’ll start going over it tomorrow. No other homework today.”

We still had a couple of minutes before the bell, and most of the class returned to little quiet conversations as the student teacher regarded me. I looked at her too; it was the first chance I had to really look at the woman. She had curly auburn hair and big, round glasses. The lenses and frames were both thin; unlike Miss Cahill, though, she wasn’t wearing them for show. She was wearing a pale blouse with an intricate embroidered design, with jeans and sneakers. It was obvious she hadn’t expected to be in front of a class that day.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Are you going to be okay?” I whispered back.

“Yeah, now that I watched you do it, I’ll be fine,” she chuckled.

I gave her a smile, but then the bell rang and I had to get my things and go. Before I finished packing my English textbook and notebook into my bag, though, Trina was there hugging me and pulling me down for a frantic kiss. The student teacher and Mrs. Thomas both cleared their throats and gave us a disapproving shake of their heads, but their expressions let us know Escort Bayındır they weren’t upset as soon as we stopped.

“Sorry,” Trina said, to them. Then she turned to me and softly added, “I just couldn’t resist.”

We smiled at each other and held hands as we walked out of the classroom. When I looked at her again, that adoring expression on Trina’s face made my heart swell. I can still remember that look today. It was the moment I realized I really loved her.

* * *

We stopped at our lockers briefly to swap out text books, and then headed to the office. Miss Cahill was gone by then, and Nurse Hamilton quietly let us know that Heather had called. The hospital had immediately confirmed her diagnosis; dehydration and low blood sugar. She was also suffering from malnutrition.

“I should have kept a closer eye on her,” Nurse Hamilton muttered, shaking her head.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up,” I replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We were in her class yesterday, and she looked fine.”

“Thanks,” she whispered, reaching up and giving my forearm a squeeze. “Now you kids go get lunch. I don’t want to have to send anyone else to the hospital this week.”

Trina and I grabbed lunch “to go” and headed for the science wing. Miss Green and Mr. Delgado both smiled and shook their heads as soon as we walked in. They were in the Chemistry classroom today, since the Biology class smelled of formaldehyde.

“We heard you had quite the English class today,” Mr. Delgado chuckled.

“Yessir,” I replied. “Miss Cahill should be fine. She was just dehydrated, and she already got an IV before she left.”

Trina and I unwrapped our burgers and started eating. Our teachers nodded and we all ate quietly for a few minutes. Mr. Lattimore stuck his head in the doorway then. He was the assistant principal, and had a reputation for being very strict. Of course, that was his job. He cracked down and maintained discipline so that our principal didn’t have to look like the “bad guy” all the time. He raised an eyebrow, but pointedly did not say anything about me and Trina having our lunch in there.

“Mr. Delgado, Miss Green,” he acknowledged, “And Mr. Thompson.”

He looked like he was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he regarded me. Then he looked back out into the hallway before stepping inside and closing the classroom door quietly. He stepped up, sighed, and shrugged.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to you, young man,” he chuckled.

I had never heard the man chuckle before. Hell, I’d never even seen him smile. He was always so serious. Trina and I both blinked as we looked at him. So did Lisa. Mr. Delgado swallowed and cleared his throat.

“Glen, what’s going on?” he asked. “Josh isn’t in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mr. Lattimore replied, shaking his head. “It’s just…we heard you took over teaching your English class today. That’s um…well…we can’t have you doing that. You aren’t a teacher, and you don’t have the certification. If anyone makes a fuss about it, the school could get in trouble.”

“Did you really?” Mr. Delgado asked, looking at me with a wry smile.

“Yes sir,” I replied, nodding slowly. I looked at Mr. Lattimore. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

He just laughed and shook his head. “That’s just it,” he said, “Nobody’s mad about it. Mrs. Thomas, Dana’s supervisor, came over to check on your class twice. She swears you were doing a fantastic job of teaching the class. Dana said the same thing.”

I started to shake my head, but then realized “Dana” must be the student teacher. Then my eyes widened when it hit me. Dana Lattimore had been the student teacher. She was his daughter, and she had been a student in this school! She couldn’t have graduated more than three years ago.

“Oh,” I finally said. I didn’t know what else to say.

“I would like to say ‘thank you,’ Josh,” Mr. Lattimore said carefully. “But of course, as assistant principal I can’t say that.” Then he looked up at the ceiling for a second. “Well, I guess I can say thank you for helping Miss Cahill. I understand you kept her from falling and hurting herself when she fainted.” He looked thoughtful for a bit, nodded, and finally added, “Just try to remember, you’re still a student here. Let your teachers handle the teaching.”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

We exchanged a smile, and then he turned and left us to our lunch, leaving the door open behind him.

“Well, that was weird,” Mr. Delgado chuckled softly.

I don’t think Trina noticed the wistful look Lisa gave us when she finished her lunch. She managed to clear her expression before she spoke.

“Well, this was nice,” she said, smiling at us all. “Thanks for letting me eat here, Mr. Delgado. I’m afraid my room will smell like that until we’re done with the dissections in three weeks.”

“You’re always welcome,” he replied with a warm smile.

“I’d hug you all, but—well—we’re in school,” she said softly. We all smiled, and she waved and left.

We finished our lunch and disposed of the wrappers before students began arriving for class. Mr. Delgado turned a blind eye when Trina and I ducked into the supply room for a quick, passionate make-out session. When we emerged, I remembered to tell her about Calculus class.

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Considering I was supposed to be at the grounds of my assignment, I dragged my heels taking a shower, makeup. I’d only ever admit this to myself, never to Stephen, who was on my case, about the time I spent getting ready. All kinds of decisions, what to wear, If I should panic about this assignment. Stephen, on the other hand, It should be easy to him. Who knows what’s going on inside his head. He thinks I have trouble making my mind up. He’s worried about the decisions of this assignment. They are in fact decisions from out of his head. There is a struggle going on all of our heads. Stephen, Simon, me, then I am the one that’s going to be in the field, so my head is thinking all sorts. Most of all, there maybe bullets flying around, I am extra nervous, I shall be out there alone.

I was surprised to see the grounds full of cops, mingled around a body. It looked like it was freshly fished out of the pool. I had to think quickly, I was out of place, in a murder scene. I took this assignment to find out if he had the artifact. It was supposed to be an easy mark. Flutter my eyelids. Get him to want to fuck me. then while he’s blissfully asleep after fucking me, I was to search the house for the artifact. I am totally screwed. They will probably arrest me for his murder.

Why ever did I get roped into this. Who the fuck am I kidding? It was love, or to be more exact. The love of great sex. This is the first time in many years, I have allowed myself to be attached to one person. I had this safe job working for the head curator of an art gallery. He paid me way above my job description, personal secretary, sex, and lots of it. All he asked of me, was sex. I gave it to him, more than willingly, I crave for it by the second.

Stephen my new boss/lover, a private eye. He works for Christie’s, who in turn work with the art loss register (ALR). I get a percentage of the finders fee. I still work for the art gallery, so does Stephen as head curator overseeing Dennis. He has always been shady among the art world. Stephen is an ex MI6 agent, I guess he must see something in me, other than sex. With Christie’s, they funded my education as a private investigator, forensic science, computers, and self-defence.

I took my phone out of my pocket and rang Stephen.

“Sit down Stephen! Look buddy, you might have all day to sit around and pal around, but I’ve got to make a Aliağa Escort living hear. I have a problem, there are cops everywhere. I think he’s dead. I need to hit the pavement and get out of here. Capisce?”

“I’m not Italian.” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes at that; I can’t believe i said that. I’ve heard that word in every mafia movie known to man.

“This isn’t funny Stephen, there are cops with guns. You hear me GUNS!” I said, hearing Stephen laughing over the phone.

“OK, don’t panic just get any information you can and get out of there. You can do it Carla”

He hung up on me, I was so fucking mad, he had left me there alone. You Bastard, i yelled, then i realized where i was, in million dollar mansion, full of armed cops. At least i was hidden from view by some bushes, while i gathered my thoughts. I spotted a jacket with a crime scene investigator logo printed on it. Perfect, a plan flashed through my head. I put on the jacket, it was a little big for me, but would be able to blend in with the cops. I picked up a leather bag that was laying by the jacket. I was immediately spotted by a couple of cops who pointed me towards the house. So far I am heading where i want to go. I had no problem entering the front door, two cops removed the crime scene tape and stepped aside to let me through.

There was tons of cops, CSI inside, most of them was in the main hall. I looked to me left it looked like a small office. Opening the door slowly in case there was someone in there, the room was empty as i hoped. I shut the door behind me to block anyone’s view, i gazed around the room looking for any clue of the tablet. After sifting through some papers on the desk, I spotted a safe half hidden behind a filing cabinet. I remembered a few things from spy school, this type of safe has a four digit combination, someone punching in the combination only use four keys. 4X4X4 = 64. I just need to find the four digits used then it’s a one in sixty-four chance.

I looked in the leather bag i picked up as cover to get in the building. As i expected there was fingerprint powder, whooo! Once i found the right four keys i got the safe to open on the seventh try. Inside was the tablet wrapped in a canvass, i took it out the safe, it was heavy. Now all i have to do is get it out of here unnoticed. The leather bag would make a perfect place to hide Aliağa Escort Bayan the tablet from prying eyes.

It was heavy on my shoulder, i tried not to make it noticeable walking through the main hall. Then a cop started walking towards me, i had to think up a story fast. I picked up a roll of crime scene tape.

“What are you doing Kate, he said looking at the name tag on the jacket.” What a piece of luck the jacket belonged to a female CSI.

“I came in through the rear entrance, there was no crime scene tape across the gateway. I was about to fix it, if that’s OK with you sir?”

“Yes that’s a smart idea, i will look into why that was never done. Well get to it Kate!”

“Yes sir.” I said squeezing past the two cops at the main door.

I can’t believe i had got away with that, well i haven’t yet. I need to get out fast before they send someone to guard the rear entrance. I quickly disposed of the CSI jacket and the leather bag. The rear entrance was only 100 yards away. I was not even a third of the way. This tablet probably weighs 20-30 pounds, right now it feels like 130 pounds. I wished i had kept the leather bag, it would be much easier to carry. I knew in my mind it was the right decision to ditch the bag, the less evidence leading to me the better. I have to grit my teeth and get the fuck out of here.

I dropped to my knees from exhaustion as i arrived at the rear gates. Tired or not i had to get my butt in gear, i could hear a car coming down the driveway. As the air whooshed out of my lungs, I turned to look, the car was almost upon me, it was time for me to think fast. I hid behind some bushes at the end of the driveway, I wasn’t sure if they had seen me. An idea came to me, there was an old cemetery hidden behind the bushes where i was hiding. A great place to hide the tablet, amongst the headstones. My time was limited as the car was arriving fast. I lay the tablet down, spacing it equally with the other head stone, to make it less obvious. Then covered it with dirt and grass.

I managed to sneak out from the bushes unseen, just as the car arrived. “Hey what are you doing, this is a crime scene” one of the cops shouted.

I turned my head to see two cops holding guns pointed at me. “On your knees, hands on your head NOW!”

I did as they ordered. “I am a pi, my id is strapped to my thigh Escort Aliağa with my gun”

He snapped on handcuffs and lifted me of the ground and pushed me face down onto the hood of his car. With one hand he pushed me firmly against the hood of the police car. He then lifted my skirt and began fumbling around between my thighs.

“Either remove my ID and gun, or god dam fuck me, all that fumbling is turning me on!”

“Quiet bitch, or i will arrest you for soliciting.” After handing my gun and ID to his partner, he kept me firmly pinned to the hood of the police car. He lifted my skirt again above my waist.

“Are you going to let me up of the hood?”

“Give me a good reason why i should,” he said rubbing one finger of his free hand, between my vagina lips.

“Your partner is taking his time checking out my credentials.”

“Not a good reason. Now quite bitch.” He said ripping my blouse off my body.

I heard the unzipping of his fly, then i felt the warmth of his cock against my ass. He pushed my face into the hood of the cop car, lifting my feet of the ground. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, then he thrust his cock into my vagina. The hood of the cop car was hot on my bare chest, I screamed out in pain of the hot hood burning my breasts.

“I said quite bitch!” Then he slammed my face back into the hood.

He started thrusting his cock into me deep and precisely. I was wet and slick for his hard member, I have always found cold steel against my chest arousing, I never thought hot metal, would be just as arousing against my breasts. He started to pounding his cock harder into me, i was sliding further over the hood. He released his hand from around the back of my neck. Then he grabbed a hold of my hair. That stopped me sliding over the hood, he could also fuck me harder and faster. I began to moan softly, the it progressively got louder and louder as my orgasm built.

“What did i say bitch! Quite!”

He started to grunt in time with his thrusts. Then he suddenly let go of my hair. With one hard thrust i slid across and over the hood of the cop car. I landed on my back on the other side of the hood. All i could hear was his heavy panting. Then his partner broke my concentration.

“She checks out, she is Stephen Carver’s new partner.”

“If you’ve finished, get me out of these cuffs!”

Once his partner removed my cuffs, I took a couple of pictures, with my phone. “So i’ll remember what your cock looks like.” I said. It was really an insurance so he would forget my face. Now i need to deal with Stephen, why he left me in the field vulnerable, and he never told me he’d had another partner.

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Just a quickie I put together. Scott’s Aunt Cathy sees him spying. She moves in to punish her nephew but gets too hot for the job.

Hope it titillates a few readers.

Thanks for reading.

GA — Cambridgeshire, UK — 28th of October 2018

*****

She just walked in and told me straight.

Shocked, all I could do was stare, the weight of my hanging jaw a vague impression.

“Dirty beast,” she said, glaring.

Her fists were on her hips. Fire flashed from her eyes.

I thought she was magnificent.

I knew what she was talking about, but it played dumb.

This was trouble. I’d over-stepped the mark by several long strides.

I blurted out, “What? What are you talking about?”

My face gave me away. I couldn’t control the heat rising in my cheeks and I knew I was burning red.

“Don’t play that game, nasty little shit. Don’t you dare make out like you don’t know.”

She fumed as I looked at her, a leaden sinker of dread plummeting into the pit of my stomach.

Crossing her arms beneath the swell of her breasts, my Aunt Cathy sneered and said, “So, come on, show me.”

I boggled, confused.

My attention was set on the swell of her tits where her folded arms spilled the flesh over the cups of her bra.

Aunt Cathy blew out air, cheeks ballooning in exasperation.

“You played with it when you were spying, Scott,” she said, sharp and angry. My aunt unfolded her arms and jabbed a forefinger at me. “It was obvious. Don’t try to kid on you weren’t. I’m old and wise enough to know when a bloke’s tugging his dick.”

The vehemence in her verbal assault was stunning.

Then my aunt shocked me by adding, “So do it now. I’m right in front of you. You want to tug your pathetic little winkie over me? Here’s your chance. This is it. I’m right here, right now.” My aunt stepped back and showed of her curves, motioning along her flanks with the tips of her fingers.

Despite the alluring sight of her full figure panic surged. “No, Aunt Cathy,” I gasped. “It isn’t … I wasn’t–“

She cut me off with a laugh, clapping her hands together in a gesture of high-old amusement.

“Bollocks,” she said, shaking her head. “You were there. At the bloody door. Watching…”

My aunt leaned in low, breasts swaying as she moved. With her face inches from mine, she held my stare while pointing behind her towards the bedroom door.

To the scene of the crime along the hall.

It had been too much to resist: my lovely aunt, full and ripe and mature just out of the bath, the bathroom door ajar. I couldn’t help myself. Drawn by the promise of her voluptuous curves, I lurked and watched and stroked my cock, the caresses turning into fell-fledged wanking while I thought about what I would do if I had a chance at her body.

Legs, waist, and buttocks exposed, my aunt towelled dry before stepping into her knickers. She wore her ash-blonde hair loosely pinned up, skin glowing from the heat of the bath as she reached for her bra, fixing the thing to cover her boobs before she turned. I had no real idea of what she was like between her legs but pictured a landing-strip style, my hand really working my dick as the fantasy gripped.

But, then, lost in the sub-space of sexual arousal, as I yanked my dick, head full of my aunt, I fucked my fist for a moment too long. Aunt Cathy turned, her eyes drawn to the movement.

I was heading towards my room before she could speak, but I knew it was hopeless.

“You were spying. You’re a dirty little sneak — I fucking saw you, Scott.”

My aunt sighed and, after a couple more seconds of glaring at me, rose upright.

Her arms folded under her impressive frontage again, the movement drawing my eyes.

“Tits,” Aunt Cathy spat. “Is that it? You perved at your aunty because of the tits?”

I gulped, cornered and anxious. “Yuh-you won’t tell, will you?”

My aunt sneered, eyes going wide. “Oh,” she said, mockery heavy in her tone, “worried I might tell, are you?”

“I’m sorry,” I blurted.

“No … Oh no, Scott. You don’t get away with it by saying you’re sorry.” Aunt Cathy raised a forefinger and waved it at me. “No, what you’re going to do is show me exactly what you were doing. It was okay to do it without me knowing? It’s okay to do it with me standing here.”

Mortification turned me cold and then hot. My cheeks burned hotter while paradoxically cold sweat trickled along my spine.

Appalled at the suggestion, I babbled, “What? God, no, Aunt Cathy!”

My aunt was emphatic, wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Oh, you’re going to do it, Scott. Nasty pig. You think it’s all right to tug your tiny cock and look at me? Jesus, I’m your mum’s sister! I’m your fucking aunty. I’ve known you since you were an hour old. You should have more fucking respect!”

She was superb. Full of fire, angry and wild, the upper slopes of her breasts, her chest, and her throat suffused pink in her ire. I’d never seen her furious before, the full force of her anger made plain by İzmir Escort her use of bad language.

My Aunt Cathy wasn’t one to swear, so to hear her using those words impacted on me.

Aunt Cathy jabbed a red-painted talon towards my face. “So,” she spat, “you’re going to learn a lesson, Scott. I’m telling you to do it with me watching.”

My upbringing conditioned me to obey authority figures.

My Aunt Cathy counted.

That her instructions were outrageous didn’t matter at the time. I could have refused, but my mind didn’t work that way. I reasoned, in my panicky state, that I could be in trouble if she decided to tell. The humiliation would be huge. My mother would know. It would spread to the wider family, too. Not only that, but the way my aunt stood and glowered, proud and stern, had an effect. I didn’t think there would be any physical violence on her part, but her demeanour was very intimidating.

She was fierce and wasn’t taking any shit.

“But I can’t,” I gasped as my dick shrank.

“You fucking-well will,” My aunt shot back.

I was on my bed while she stood at the side, fists on her hips, frontage square-on to face me.

I glanced at the door, wondering if I could get past her.

Like she could read my mind, my aunt smirked and said, “You could run away, Scott; but I’ll tell my sister what a filthy toe-rag you are. You want me to do that?”

Aunt Cathy raised a single eyebrow to emphasise the question.

Then she added an emphatic, “Well, do you?”

“Oh, no,” I groaned, “please don’t tell my mum.”

At that the intractable bitch smiled and nodded. She pointed to my cock and said, “I won’t. Not if you get it out and play with yourself.”

I tried begging.

Which only made her laugh.

“You picked on the wrong woman, Scott,” Aunt Cathy said. She pouted, looking at me with fake-pity in her expression. “Poor you. Aren’t you a silly little perv? Didn’t think Aunt Cathy would catch you? Didn’t think she might be a total bitch? Hasn’t it ever crossed your mind why I don’t have a constant man in my life, Scott?”

I blinked at the fierceness in her tone.

“I … I don’t know, Aunt Cathy,” I warbled.

My aunt laughed. It was a full-on guffaw, head thrown back, tits shivering before she actually bent at the waist and slapped a hand against her own thigh.

Abruptly venomous after the slapstick amusement my aunt’s face went tight and she leaned in low once more.

“It’s because I don’t take their shit. Because I’m in charge. Men do as I say, or they don’t get to touch me.”

My aunt, unrecognisable as the woman I’d known all my life, grinned at me.

“So, because I’m in charge, Scott, what you’re going to do is fish that little sprat out and start playing with it.”

I did it because I she was fierce.

I did it because I didn’t want her to tell my mother.

I did it because it just didn’t occur to me to refuse. She was the authority figure.

My face was on fire when I unzipped and scooped the shrivelled giblet out with trembling fingers.

Aunt Cathy was scathing. She smirked and said, “God, is that it? Not very impressive is it, Scott? Tell me, have you ever pleased a girl with that little thing?”

It was torture to hear her say it. Humiliated, I lay there and looked at the wall. I couldn’t stand to see her expression, the amusement behind her eyes.

“Well, go on, make it hard,” Aunt Cathy added. “Play with it, Scott. Show me the dirty thing you were doing when you were perving.”

While my face continued to burn, I fondled my dick, thankful and relieved that it sparked into life when I touched it.

“Look at that,” Aunt Cathy hooted. “It’s such a pathetic thing. Give it a tug.”

After a few seconds my dick was fully erect, swollen and throbbing, desire hot inside me despite the scene I found myself in. Lust boiled and gave me the confidence to really work at my cock. I didn’t think it exactly, but what went through my head was something like, I’ll show you, bitch…

It was silent between us for a minute or so. The only sounds were the creak of the bed and the wet, slippery fap of my fist sliding over the shaft, pre-cum greasing the action.

Nasty fucking perv,” murmured my aunt.

“This is what you do to me,” I groaned in response, emboldened with lust.

You’re disgusting,” she snapped.

“But I think you’re lovely,” I moaned, wild for my aunt.

“You just like big tits,” Aunt Cathy responded. “I’ve noticed you looking before.”

When she mentioned her boobs, my focus fell to those tremendous orbs encased in the bra.

“Dirty pig,” Aunt Cathy said. “”You’re staring at them now. That’s just dirty, Scott. You’re a filthy animal.”

Then, after a withering look of disdain, my aunt reached round to the clasp at her back. “Okay,” she added, “you want to see them? Will that make you happy? There, get a good look. Those are tits a pathetic little shit like you won’t ever get to play with.”

I boggled in gape-mouthed İzmir Escort Bayan shock when she took off her bra to reveal her breasts.

“Nasty little fucker,” Aunt Cathy murmured as she cupped her boobs in her palms. “Looking at your aunt. Wanking. It’s just disgusting, Scott. I suppose you want to see me out of these knickers, too.”

Desire surged when I realised she was going to do it. I wanked at my dick, mindless to the climax simmering down in my root.

“A rude boy like you will want to see my quim.”

She had her thumbs hooked into her knickers, eyes set on my face.

“Your auntie’s pussy, Aunt Cathy breathed.”

I gulped, staring as the sensations whirled in my guts.

“Dirty, nasty, filthy little pervert,” Aunt Cathy continued, smirking at me. “You should be ashamed.”

She said it and then unveiled her vulva in a quick, deliberate action, sliding her briefs over her thighs and down to her shins. When she was naked, my aunt took a dainty step out of her knickers, posing unashamed, fists on her hips.

With my aunt’s frontage presented, I gawked at her body, delight ballooning inside me as my eyes soaked up the detail of her hairless mound and the thick meaty inner lips peeping from her intimate folds

“Yeah, I can see you like it. Getting a thrill from seeing me bare? God, you’re such a pervy pig, Scott. I really should tell your mother what you’ve been doing.”

She thrust out her pelvis in a provocative action.

“Get a good look. This is all you’re ever going to get. I’ll give you a few minutes to wank it out. You can look at me, Scott. But when it’s over I’m getting dressed and we’ll never talk about this again.”

“Aunt Cathy,” I said, gasping it out in excitement. “I want to fuck you,” I moaned.

My aunt’s eyes went wide before she leaned in. Her boobs swung and swayed and almost caused the rush of delight to flick from my cock.

“Filthy fucker,” Aunt Cathy breathed. “How fucking dare you.”

Out of control, I reached up and grabbed at her breast.

My aunt squawked and stood upright, slapping my hand as she cried out “No touching!”

I tugged at my cock, wild with desire. “Please,” I sobbed, reaching again.

My aunt slapped at my hand. “No. I told you, you can look, but I won’t let you touch. Only my special boys get to touch me.”

I gawked at her. “Special boys?”

My aunt rose upright. She smirked, taunting me by squeezing a breast.

“It takes time and effort to get with me,” Aunt Cathy said. “I’ve got a few boys I keep hanging around for fun. Most of them don’t get to touch me at all. Some I’ll let fuck me.”

“Oh, please let me, Aunt Cathy,” I moaned, desperate to feel her.

“It’s doubly worse for you, Scott,” Aunty Cathy said with a shake of her head. She pouted, like she was sorry. “I can’t let you touch me because you’re my nephew. That would be so very wrong. Be grateful I let you see me in the nuddy. You know I shouldn’t, don’t you, Scott? I mean, I’m your aunty. It’s naughty doing this as it is. I’m only letting you see me bare because I like to tease. You’ve been so wicked, I need to teach you a lesson. So you can look and wank. Get a good eye full, Scott. It must be torture knowing you’ll never get to feel my skin.”

My aunt stroked the undercurve of her breast, closing her eyes as she sighed.

“Such a shame,” she continued, smirking at me. “Soft, smooth skin. Poor Scotty.”

Aunt Cathy turned to show off her rump.

“My bottom,” she said through a sigh. “Nice and round, isn’t it, Scott? A lovely big arse. All my boys like my backside.”

Then, in a shocking display which made me suck in a lung full of air, my aunt levered forward and angled her hips while splaying her buttocks.

“Can you see my sweet arsehole, Scott?”

I gazed at the smudge of Aunt Cathy’s sphincter, her cunt gaping pink and glistening, labia heavy as they parted with sticky reluctance.

“I let my boys lick me right here,” Aunt Cathy murmured. She dabbed the tip of a finger against her rectum, then stirred her sex with two fingers going inside. “I love to feel a hot, wet tongue probing into me back there. It’s so fucking nasty,” added my aunt as she turned to face me. “Don’t you think, Scott? Isn’t it a bad thing to do? Lick a lady’s bottom. Would you like to do it?”

“Oh, Aunt Cathy, could I?”

My aunt eyed me with an odd look on her face.

“Taste it off my fingers, Scott,” she said on a sigh. “Right there, that’s my twat.”

She stuck her fingers between my lips. I could smell her aroma, musky and dark as I sucked at the digits.

“Well, just this once,” Aunt Cathy said, “you can lick my arse. Stop wanking and get your face back there.”

My aunt knelt on my bed and went onto all fours, buttocks upthrust when she went down onto her elbows.

“Spread me open and lick it,” she breathed.

My dick waggled when I moved in behind my aunt. I cranked it for several quick strokes before letting go and spreading Aunt Cathy’s buttocks.

“This Escort İzmir is the only time you’ll touch me,” whispered my aunt. She looked back at me, creased at the waist, large breasts hanging and presented in three-quarter profile. My aunt was smirking, one eyebrow arched in a classic expression of wry amusement. “So, go on,” my aunt continued. “Get to work. Lick my dirty-hole like the dirty boy you are.”

She chuckled and sighed when I dabbed at her sphincter.

“Don’t tickle me,” mumbled my aunt. “Really get it in there. Dig in deep. Lick my bottom.”

Wild with lust, I probed as deep as I could go, holding those buttocks wide so I could squirm into her rectum.

She tasted spicy back there.

My aunt made all kinds of appreciative sounds, gurgling and moaning as she wriggled and shoved herself back onto my face and, taking a chance, mindless to the consequences, I moved away from her sphincter and took a lick at her pussy.

My aunt gasped and then groaned, swivelling around to reach out one arm. She placed a hand against the side of my face while mumbling, “You shouldn’t be licking me there … But just for a second. Just this once…”

Not quite believing I was getting away with it, I sucked at her clit, daring to slide a finger into the heat.

“Dirty fucker,” Aunt Cathy muttered.

But she didn’t stop me when I slid a second digit in alongside the first.

Bold, I went back to worshipping her dark smudge while I fucked her pussy with two stiff fingers.

Then, when I inserted a third finger, my aunt snarled out she wanted to taste her quim off my tongue.

A moment later, without me knowing just how we’d ended up with me on my back and my aunt’s breasts compressed between us, we were kissing, her hand jacking my length.

“Come,” Aunt Cathy insisted, her eyes on my dick. “Show me the hot stuff. Come for me, Scott.”

My aunt sucked her essence from my tongue, her hand working my length and, after a few seconds of groaning into my mouth, she set her attention on her fist, urging me to come with an excited squeak in her voice.

I looked at the incredible sight: my naked Aunt Cathy, the sweep and curve of her hip and buttocks, her face in profile while she gazed at my root, fingers squeezing my girth.

It was a sublime sensation, those fingers massaging my dick, my head full of wonder and awe.

How had it happened?

How did I come to be on my bed with my aunt undressed?

“Maybe I’ll suck you,” I heard my aunt mutter.

When I looked directly at her face I saw she was staring at me.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Scott? Me sucking your cock…”

She grinned after she said it, teasing by ducking in low, tongue flicking out. But, before my aunt’s tongue touched my dick, she pulled her head back, her lower lip between her teeth, expression all about mischief.

“Thought I was going to do it, eh?”

Aunt Cathy dropped my erection and waggled a forefinger at me.

“I’m not going to do that, Scott. I’m not going to suck your cock. You’re my nephew. It’d be a slutty thing to do. I mean,” my aunt went on, wide-eyed in her pretence at innocence, “sucking my nephew’s cock! God, that’s just to fucking filthy to even think about.”

Then, not a second after she’d said it, my aunt’s lips pursed around the big swollen dome.

I grunted some nonsense response, stunned to see Aunt Cathy’s cheeks concave when she sucked at the cock-head. As she sucked she kept on working my dick down close to my balls, the rush of heat sending tingles through my core.

She glugged when the first burst of cum sprayed into her mouth.

Another splash of semen flicked across my aunt’s cheek when she came up off my dick. She gasped and yelped, “Oh, FUCK!” spunk jetting forth in a further three bursts, this time jetting over her breasts and the bed.

“Dirty, nasty, filthy fucker,” Aunt Cathy said, still wanking my dick. “Look at the fucking mess,” she went on, surveying the gloop on her boobs. “You came in my mouth, too. God … you’re such a disgusting pervert!”

Again, belying the words with her actions, my aunt moved up onto her knees. She quickly straddled my thighs, hand holding my cock upright while she splayed her folds with her spare hand.

“Spunk everywhere,” Aunt Cathy gasped.

She was complaining and calling me names when she presented her body to the head of my cock, my length slipping inside her when she abruptly sank down to swallow me whole.

“Is this what you wanted?”

I was too shocked to answer.

My aunt started to ride.

She bounced, big tits swinging and jiggling as she looked down at me.

“I don’t believe you’re inside me,” Aunt Cathy said, eyes on my face. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be fucking your aunt!”

She said it and kept on slap-slap-thwacking her buttocks against my thighs. My Aunt Cathy made out like it was me in the wrong. Like I was doing it to her.

While she moved, fingers splayed over my chest, her weight on straight arms, my aunt kept up a lewd monologue cataloguing my apparent tendencies towards perversion. According to her, I was a, “Dirty, disgusting boy. The nastiest I’ve ever encountered. Fucking your own mother’s sister. It’s warped and perverted. Nasty and wrong. I hope you’re ashamed.”

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This is the fifth chapter of seven in Book 1 of the Charlie and Mindy tetralogy—which is a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister. I am rewriting and reposting a series I removed over two years ago.

It takes time for the chaste love between a brother and a sister to become erotic love between a man and a woman, and the first few chapters of this book chronicle that transformation, so the early chapters of this series may not be what you’re looking for. While there is sexual activity in every chapter, the “good parts” of the story don’t appear until later chapters.

You can follow Charlie and Mindy’s hike on USGS topographical maps or on on-line versions of them. (There are a number of good ones on the Web.) This chapter begins at their campsite above Island Lake, and they return to their old campsite at the upper Pole Creek crossing.

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Friday

It was a cold night, even in the tent. I remember waking up, not too long after falling asleep, to pull the sleeping bag’s top zipper up all the way—after which I rolled toward Mindy and pulled her close. She sighed and snuggled in close without waking. I vaguely recall a few more episodes of waking briefly when one of us, feeling too cold, or just too lonely, pulled the other close. Her little body felt like a toasty warm furnace in the doubled sleeping bag with me.

We woke together, I think, early that morning, trying to find each other. We lay there in each other’s arms, trying to come to grips with consciousness. Her naked boobs pressed against my own bare chest. She wiggled her hips as she snuggled against me, showing me that she had trapped my morning wood, which projected from my boxers as usual, between her thighs. She rubbed her cleft against it, through the thin cotton of her boxers. I approved; rubbed back.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, “that feels good. Do you dirty old men ever not have boners?”

“Oh, once or twice a month we don’t. But I always do when a naughty little babe rubs her tits and her pussy against me.”

She grinned, continued to rub. And she wiggled her shoulders so that her tits would rub against me, too.

“I am not little.”

“I thought we settled that last night when I magmanimous… manganomous… magnimamous…”

“Is ‘magnanimously’ what you’re trying for? It means ‘with great generosity.'”

“Yes…when I, with great generosity, didn’t drop you into the pond over there.”

“‘Magnanimously’ my ass! You weren’t man enough! And speaking of asses, who was it that wound up flat on his, Mr. Great Generosity?”

“That was the biggest, dirtiest cheat I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t a fair fight. You used your feminine wiles.”

“Yes, I’m feminine whiles you’re not. And it isn’t my fault that girls are just naturally smarter than boys.”

I kissed her. We squeezed each other. But our bladders were too full for us to keep up the rubbing, however good it felt, and we were soon out of the tent. There was frost on the ground here and there, and on some of the boulders nearby; we hadn’t just imagined that it’d been a cold night.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but the sky was a clear dark blue, so sunrise was about a half an hour off. But even when the sun had risen above the horizon, making it officially day, we would still be in the shadow of ridges to the northeast. So we were an hour or two from getting any warmth from that source.

We scurried off to empty our bladders, and then, shivering in the cold, we scurried back to our packs. We dug out our woolies and got dressed as quickly as we could. There wasn’t much breeze, so we warmed up pretty quickly once we had some layers on. It was time to think about breakfast. I started heating the water for the coffee.

“Oatmeal and pancakes?” I asked.

“Can I make the pancakes?” she asked.

“Sure. What about the oatmeal?”

“Too easy for an expert chef like me. Any dope can fix oatmeal. Even you can do it.”

“You’re just asking for it this morning, aren’t you?”

She looked at me. Gave me her most evil grin. “I just might ask for something this evening.”

“I call a foul! Illegal use of feminine wiles! Again!”

“Poor boy.”

“Man!”

“Poor, poor little man.”

I gave up and started getting the food out. Our verbal exchanges almost always wound up with me flat on my figurative ass and her standing over me. That wasn’t ever going to change, I was beginning to understand. But it hadn’t really sunk in yet.

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We had another long hike that day. I wanted to camp that night where we’d camped Tuesday evening—right below the uppermost Pole Creek Crossing. So today’s hike would be a rerun, in reverse, of Wednesday’s. It was still pretty early when, camp chores completed, we got on the march. We were still wearing a layer of wool against the morning chill.

We Buca Escort headed back down to Island Lake. When we topped the rim of our little basin, the lower three-quarters of the lake came into view. As before, there were campsites along the lakeshore—though they seemed to be in different places than earlier. People had left, others had arrived.

At the bottom of our ramp, the Indian Pass Trail awaited us. We climbed up toward the unnamed pass that led to Little Seneca Lake. Again, we were lucky; we saw no one on the trail near Island Lake. As we topped the pass, we did encounter a party of five hikers traveling in a close group. But they were my kind of folks—respectful of other peoples’ wishes to avoid unnecessary human interaction in the wilderness. We exchanged no words. They simply nodded politely at us as we passed; we nodded politely back.

Then we were back on the short ramp that leads past cliffs down through a notch to the trail junction where we’d lunched on Wednesday. We reached that junction a little past mid-morning, and took a break. The sun had warmed us, and we stripped down to our hiking shorts and shirts. We were feeling pretty good; after four full days at high elevation, three of them involving a substantial amount of hard labor, our bodies had hardened a little, and we’d acclimated some to the altitude. The view, though familiar, was no less awe-inspiring than it had been two days before. After ten minutes or so, we followed the Highline Trail across the basin toward Lester Pass.

It was nearly an hour later, and I was ahead of Mindy, rounding one of the switchback turns about halfway up the northwest shoulder of Lester Pass, when a rock rolled backwards and out from under my left foot. I’d just lifted my right foot and started to swing it through to step forward. I heard Mindy yell “Charlie!” as the mountain jumped up and body-slammed me with all the force of my 60-pound pack added to my own 190 pounds. Pain transfixed me. I didn’t lose consciousness, but the impact dazed me. I don’t have a very clear memory of the next minute or so.

When my mind started functioning again, my first thought was to take inventory of what hurt and what didn’t. Most of the pain had localized to my right upper arm and my upper right shin. I lay on my right side on the trail. Most of the weight of my pack was on the ground—indeed, the pack supported me more than I supported it.

Mindy had managed, somehow, to shed her pack; she knelt beside me, looking very worried. She implored me to speak to her as she unbuckled my waist belt and loosened my shoulder straps. I looked back at her and somehow contrived a weak smile; I couldn’t remember ever being so glad to see her.

When she saw that I’d responded (I have no idea if, or how long, I’d been unresponsive), some of the worry left her face, and she asked, “Are you okay, Charlie?” She smiled back at me—also weakly.

“I think so,” I replied. “But I’m not sure. I’m pretty shook up. Give me a minute.”

She continued to help me unstrap my pack, so I could move more easily. By the time we got me free, I knew that I hadn’t broken any bones. I got to my feet. I could walk, and I could use my arm—both without additional pain. She steered me to a nearby boulder that I could sit on.

The pain in my arm was already diminishing; it felt like Mindy had learned how to deliver an effective punch and given me one there. (I was a little befuddled, but even so, I knew better than to tell her that.) My shin felt like a different story.

“I’m okay, I think,” I told Mindy. “My shin hurts pretty bad, but everything else seems to be fine.”

She smiled, but I could see that she was still worried. She ran her hands over my head, applying light pressure to see if I yelped. I didn’t; I hadn’t hit my head. She made me move all of my joints and muscles. They all worked without complaining. She began running her hands over me, gently squeezing or pressing parts of me to see if I’d hurt something and not noticed.

Under other circumstances, that would’ve been pretty enjoyable. In fact, even under those circumstances, I liked it—and not just because she was doing exactly the right thing. I almost said something about having a cute babe feel me up. But she was, correctly, treating this as serious business, and I figured out in time that making a smart-assed remark like that wouldn’t be wise.

Eventually we decided that the pain in my shin, where a rock had scraped off a two-inch square of skin, was from the worst of the injuries I’d sustained. It was only an abrasion—though it was a nasty-looking one.

We had a stuff-sack full of first-aid equipment with us, and she dug it out of my pack. She poured some of her iodized drinking water onto the wound, and cleaned it as best she could with a sterile gauze pad. Then she spread some antibiotic ointment on the bleeding area.

As she taped another gauze pad over it, I realized that she, too, had sustained Buca Escort Bayan a shock, and that taking care of me had helped her recover from it. But I also knew that that wasn’t why she’d taken care of me.

“Thanks,” I said, “for helping me, Mindy.”

“Like I wouldn’t? It scared the shit out me when you fell and didn’t get up. Mostly I was worrying about how you’d take care of yourself if I had to go for help. I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Boy, I’m glad, too,” I said. I had heard the relief in her voice. And I’m sure that she heard it in mine.

“Do you think you can travel?”

“Yeah. That won’t be a problem. But I’m still a little shaky. Let me have a few more minutes while the adrenaline subsides.”

She handed me her water bottle, and I took a big drink. I handed it back to her; she put the lid on it, and set it aside. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulled me close, and gave me a big kiss on the lips. “God, I’m glad you aren’t hurt!” she said when she’d finished.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. I squeezed her; she squeezed back. I said, “And I’m really glad that you were here to help me. It meant a lot to me to know that you were here when I didn’t know if I’d been hurt bad.” We looked each other in the eyes and kissed again.

When we parted, I said, “I think I’m ready to move again.”

For the first time since I fell, I thought about my pack. It was still lying in the trail, open, some of its contents strewn about, because Mindy had gotten the first-aid kit out of it. I looked it over carefully, paying careful attention to the frame. It didn’t seem to have been damaged—even though it had probably taken a good share of the impact.

It suddenly occurred to me that Mindy, distraught as she had been when I’d fallen, might’ve just dropped her own pack where she stood. If so, she could’ve damaged it. I looked around, and saw that when she’d taken it off, she’d been careful to place it on a flat boulder where it could lean safely on another boulder.

Evidently, I thought, my wonderful little sister doesn’t panic easily.

I stuffed things back into my pack, dusted it off as best I could, and shouldered it. Mindy shouldered her own. We’d lost about half an hour, and I had a sore shin. We each also had a renewed and deepened sense of how important we were to each other—and not just because we had to depend on each other out there in the wilderness.

We reached the summit of the pass a little before noon. We stopped there briefly to enjoy the view. Below us and a little to the right lay Lake Nelson—easily recognizable because of the island near its southern end. Tommy Lake, for which we were headed, was hidden behind the low ridge that lies below the pass and just to the left of our trail.

In the distance stood the conical peak of Mount Baldy. As it had been up on there two days earlier, the northwest wind was uncomfortably strong and cold. Rather than put on extra layers, we simply descended the southeast slope, and let the pass block the wind.

I had pretty much recovered from my fall. My shin still hurt, but it had no effect on my ability to walk. I reckoned that, the next day, I would ache all over—but some aspirin would take care of that.

At Tommy Lake, nearly an hour later, we took a lengthy break. We needed it, after the stress of my accident. Mindy checked the bandage and found that a little bit of blood had seeped through the gauze. But it was holding well, and we didn’t think we needed to do anything else.

We got out some trail food and our water bottles, and sat on the hillside above the lake. The notch where Angel Pass crosses the Divide commanded our view to the southeast as we munched. Nothing eases stress in a teenager quite the way food does, and after that break we were pretty much ourselves again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was about 3:00 when we reached Tuesday evening’s campsite. It had been a good site, and we decided to reuse it. We made camp about 15 or 20 yards from our old spot, in order to reduce our ecological impact.

We hung out for a while, working on our journals, reading, or just enjoying the scenery. Eventually, having decided to fix supper, I put some water on the stove. We’d only used half of the freeze-dried beef we’d brought, and I planned to use the rest of it that evening. There was also macaroni left, so chili-mac seemed like a good idea. We also had plenty of oil and vinegar left, so I again visited the “salad garden” spots I had found on Tuesday.

As I started working on supper, Mindy put her book away, and sat down on a rock near me. She looked at me seriously. “What could I have done better after you fell?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “I think you did everything right. I guess it might’ve been better to leave my pack on me until you knew I hadn’t broken anything. Where did you learn to check someone for hidden injuries the way you did me?”

“I took a first-aid Escort Buca course last winter. I wasn’t even thinking about a trip like this. I just thought it would be a good thing to do.”

She continued: “Are you sure that’s the only thing you can think of?”

“Yep.” I smiled at her. “You did better than I probably would’ve. You took a few seconds to set your pack down carefully instead of just dropping it. That shows just how levelheaded you are. If you’d gotten hurt, I’d have been in such a hurry to get to you that I’d probably have thrown my pack off and let it roll down the mountain.”

She smiled back. “Somehow, I don’t think so. And I’m really glad it wasn’t worse.”

“Me, too. But I have to tell you that, when you were checking me for unnoticed injuries, I almost told you how nice it was to have such a babe feeling me up.”

She stopped smiling. “Charlie, if you’d said something like that when I was so worried about you, I’d have picked up a big rock and brained you on the spot.” The smile came back. “And no jury would ever have convicted me—not even an all-male one here in Wyoming.”

“Ummm… I think that’s why I didn’t say it. I knew it was serious business, and I knew you were doing exactly what you should’ve been doing. You’re a good, strong, smart woman, and it makes me proud that you want to be around me.”

She glowed again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After supper, she shooed me away from the kitchen area, saying that I’d done enough for the day. She cleaned up the dishes, and she put water on the stove for our hot chocolate. Ensolite pads in hand, I found our old seats against the familiar rock ridge, and waited for her.

It wasn’t long before she came from the stove with our capped cups in hand, both full of cocoa. She handed me mine and sat down at my left. She picked up my arm and put it around herself, wiggled in close, looked up at me, and said, “Hi, handsome.”

I was in the middle of a slurp of chocolate. When I finished, I looked off to the right, away from her. “Do we have a guest?” I asked.

“Charles Edward Magness,” she said severely, using my full name—in the words of Tom Sawyer, the name ‘they lick me by.’ “You are the world’s biggest dope. Kiss me, you great big hunk!”

It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. “All right, Melinda Lee Magness, I will,” I said, not wanting to be outdone in the use of the other’s full name. And I did.

When I’d finished, she looked at me, smiled, said, “Mmmm. A sexy guy with chocolate breath! What kind of kiss could be better?”

“Well,” I said, “maybe for you. I’ll take a babe with beer breath myself.”

She knew I’d developed a taste for beer during my year at college. And the remark got me an elbow in the ribs.

We sat silently and worked on our cocoa for a bit, each enjoying the other’s closeness. After a while she asked, “Can we be serious for a minute? It’s nothing bad—I just want to say some things I want you to really listen to.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll really listen.”

“When you were fixing supper, you told me that I’m ‘a good, strong, smart woman,’ and it makes you proud that I want to be around you. I want you to know that you’ve always been my big brother that I’ve always looked up to. You’ve always taken care of me, protected me, and…”

She paused for a moment, and I could see that she was rummaging about in her memory. She went on. “Do you remember that time you beat Dan Shearer up because he hit me after I called him a ‘dumb fuck’?”

“Do I?” I replied. “I was about eleven, and he was two years older. He almost cleaned my clock, but I got in some lucky punches. Mom whipped me for it. Dad was away somewhere—probably exposing someone for one of his trials—so she used one of his belts. But he’d hit you and he deserved it.”

“That’s ‘de-posing,’ you dope—not ‘ex-posing.’ And ‘lucky punches,’ my ass! He was a lot bigger than you, but you blindsided him and knocked him into a mud puddle. He never saw it coming. You were on top of him before he even knew what was happening. He never had a chance. And you wouldn’t quit working him over until a couple of high school boys pulled you away from him, because you were trying to drown him in that puddle. And everybody thought you were about to succeed!”

“Well, I sort of lost my temper when I saw him hit you. And it looked like he was going to do it again. After he hit you, you called him an ‘asshole’—and he didn’t like that, either. But I promise I was going to let him take his face out of the water as soon as he was unconscious.”

“If he was unconscious, how could he have taken his face out of the water?”

“I didn’t think that was my problem…”

“But you did it because he’d hit me! Mom wouldn’t have whipped you if you’d just said so. I heard her tell Dad later that she couldn’t figure out why you did it. She said that all you would tell her about it was that he was a bully and he deserved it.”

“Yeah, he was, and he did. And you were right. He was a ‘dumb fuck,’ too. But if I’d told her why I did it, you’d have gotten Dad’s belt laid across your heinie. She would’ve wanted to know why he’d hit you, and if she’d found out you’d said ‘fuck’, she’d have given you the licking of your life for being so uncultured.”

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“Harder, Coop, fuck me harder!”

I was so close. His wonderfully thick cock was driving into me and I could hear his heavy breathing. His fingers dug into my hips, just on this side of pain. Even though he was obviously nearing his own breaking point, he picked up the pace and slammed into me. Yes. There.

I rode the wave as it crashed over me, slamming my hips back and my ass into his abs. My inner muscles picked up their own rhythm as they squeezed him to his completion. God, it was good. Good as it always was with Phinneas J. Cooper, former FBI agent and current professor of Criminology at Hurley University. The man knew how to fuck as well as he knew how to use a gun. It definitely paid to be the teacher’s pet.

I collapsed onto my stomach and wriggled when I felt him press hot kisses along my spine. I could feel his wet tongue tracing just above the crease of my ass. He was fascinated with my tattoo, or “tramp stamp” as my best friend Lizzie called it. A vine of golden sunflowers, their leaves a vibrant green, trailed across the small of my back. My mother hated it, but Coop loved it and that was all that mattered to me.

“You’re gonna be the death of me; you know that, don’t you?” He murmured against the sensitive skin.

I rolled over and he continued his ministration on my belly. “It’s not my fault if you can’t keep up, old man.”

Our age difference was a constant source of ribbing between us. At almost 15 years my senior, Coop was technically old enough to be my father. A very, very young father, but it was a significant age difference. It only bothered me when he did try to act like my father, which was luckily very rarely. I think our age difference bothered him more than it did me. Especially since our affair would guarantee he lost his tenure if the administration found out. But that had more to do with my being his student than my Bornova Escort being only 21 years old.

“I think I kept up just fine, Miss O’Reiley. In fact, I think I’d go so far as to say, I outlasted you.” He climbed up my body to nuzzle behind my ear.

“Ooooooh that you did, Professor.” I stifled a groan as he caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled.

Just as I was getting geared up for round two, his cell phone rang. Fuck. The only people who could be calling him this late at night were his ex-girlfriend or his mother and if they were calling, he was leaving.

“Cooper here…. What do you need, Sharon?” He gave me a pointed look as he spoke his ex-girlfriend’s name. I rolled my eyes and started gathering my clothes. Coop stopped me with a hand on my arm and tugged me over to stand in front of me. While Sharon rambled on in the background about her plumbing problem or some other inane bullshit, Coop sucked my nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmm Hmmm.” He responded around a mouthful of flesh. I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping. His tongue flicked delightfully against the tip of my breast. My knees went weak and he pulled me up into his lap.

He tucked the phone into his shoulder and reached between us to position his cock against my opening. He was so deliciously hard. I relaxed my legs to let gravity pull me down and he slid in effortlessly. I tucked my head into his opposite shoulder to try to keep any sound I might make away from the phone. I stayed still for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted me to do, when he slid his hands under my backside. He pulled me up and forward in a rocking motion. It didn’t take any more than that for me to catch on.

I have no idea how Clueless Sharon failed to catch on, what with the heavy breathing, moaning and slapping skin, but somehow Coop managed to get her off the phone with her none the wiser. As soon as she hung up, he dropped phone and flipped us over. My feet were pulled up onto his shoulders as he pounded into Bornova Escort Bayan me. He knew I loved it like this. He was so deep, rubbing so sweetly against my G spot, I knew it wouldn’t take me long.

Apparently, not long was too long for Coop. He reached between us and gently stroked my clit with his thumb. My hips jumped off the bed as the orgasm burned through me. I called his name. Hearing it was usually his trigger, but he held back and continued to stroke me. Oh god, he wanted to make me come again. If anybody could make me come three times in less than 2 hours, Cooper could.

Sure enough, just as I felt him spill inside me, I came again, this one as strong as the last. Damn, maybe he was going to be the one to be the death of me. I could see the headline now “FBI agent kills with more than just his gun”. I was a lucky girl. I stretched as Coop pulled away, feeling more relaxed than I had in months.

He began to dress. I was so sad to see him pull a shirt over those tight pecs and abs. It was a shame, really. The man should do the women of Hurley University a favor and never wear a shirt. Or pants for that matter, because he had an incredible ass, too. Although it would make concentrating in class even harder than it was already.

“Sharon needs me to take care of Graylen. Her babysitter canceled and she has a business dinner. Which is probably code for a date, but I figure if she gets a new man maybe she’ll quit bugging me. Plus, I haven’t seen Graylen in a few days so it’s really a win-win situation,” Coop said as he pulled on his black slacks.

Graylen was Cooper and Sharon’s 4-year-old son. He was an adorable miniature of his Daddy with his sable hair and blue eyes. Coop and Sharon had broken up shortly before Sharon found out she was pregnant and Coop had tried to do the “honorable” thing and marry her, but Sharon had refused. That was the one smart thing I’d ever heard her do. From the little I knew about their relationship, any marriage between them would Escort Bornova not have lasted longer than a year. They rarely got along.

However, Sharon had not completely let go of Coop even after they parted ways and was fond of calling him whenever she needed a handyman, mechanic or babysitter. The last role was the only one he was happy about. The man would do whatever it took to see his son. Sharon had used that knowledge to her advantage on more than one occasion. She wasn’t a bad person, but she did tend to use people to suit her purposes.

I sighed and started getting dressed. I couldn’t argue with his desire to see his son even if it meant one more victory for Sharon. I pushed my auburn curls out of my face as I searched for my shoes. I loved my time with Cooper and I was really starting to want more. But more time meant making our relationship “real” and I knew he would never do that. Not only would he likely lose his job, but his reputation and the opinions of his friends and family could be in jeopardy. He saw our affair as just that and nothing more. He’d made that clear from the beginning.

“OK, I guess I’ll see you in class on Tuesday,” I replied as I dug through my purse for a hair tie and then pulled the corkscrew curls back into a ponytail.

“You’re pissed.”

“I’m not pissed, Coop. How can I be pissed that you want to see your kid when that bitch hardly lets you most of the time? Go. See your son.”

“You’re still pissed.”

I threw my hands up and walked towards his front door. “You’re right, but I’m not pissed about what you think I am and I’m not going to argue about it right now anyway.”

He pulled me back just as I reached the door. He was much bigger and stronger than I was and, while that normally turned me on to no end, I was not happy when he tugged me into a bear hug. His hands rubbed my back and slid down, across my denim covered backside. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in and holding his scent inside me. He smelled like sex and sweat and just a hint of citrusy cologne.

“Don’t be pissed. I’ll make it up to you, you know I will.” His voice rumbled against my cheek.

I kissed him softly and pulled away from his embrace, “I know.” I also knew that I was going to have to get out of this soon, while I was still whole enough to walk away.

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