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It was my son’s 21’st birthday, and we were out bar crawling. San Diego has a great downtown district called ‘The Gasslamp”. It’s filled with bars and sidewalk cafe’s for five blocks square.

My son and I were sitting in one of them, having a triple IPA beer each. One of the other things about San Diego is their love for craft beer.

“What about her?” I asked my son.

“I’d give her a five, maybe a six.” he replied.

“But she’s drop dead gorgeous.” I objected.

“Dad, she looks like a teeny bopper.” He said. “I don’t care how good she looks. I can’t get past her immature, self-centered attitude.”

“You’re a wiser man than I was at your age.” I said, “But, what age woman are you looking for?” I asked him.

“I want a woman like mom.” he replied without hesitation, “She’s kind and warm and I can trust her.”

“But Tom,” I questioned, “Your mother is 48. Certainly you’re not looking for women that old?”

“Dad, I don’t care about the age. But, I want what I want.” he said straightforwardly.

“Son, when are you going to let go of what happened?” I asked him. He’d been terribly embarrassed when he was turned down for the prom, by a girl he thought was warm and kind and trustworthy. Not only that, but the word about the turn down had gone around on SnapChat. I guess all the girls had been making fun of him. But, he was 21 now, That was three years ago. I’d taken him to the Gasslamp because according to all sources, that was where the ‘babes’ hung out. I gave up.

“It’s getting late, what say we have a final beer somewhere quiet and then call it?” I asked him.

“Fine by me.” he said, downing the last of his beer.

I paid the bill and we walked off around the corner. A block away, I spotted a sign advertising an Irish Pub.

“That looks promising.” I said pointing to the sign.

Since we were in an Irish pub, I ordered myself a Jameson’s. Tom junior had a beer. We found a booth at the back, where we could survey the place. There were the usual three or four men, nursing their beers and watching T.V. Two other booths held couples, but there was one booth with three girls, all shooting Tequilla.

“What about them?” Indicating the table with the three girls. “They seem to be having a good time. Maybe they’d let us join them.”

“Give it up, dad. They are so totally childish.” he replied, trying to shut me down. “I want someone mature.”

“Son, people do grow up. They probably don’t act at all the way you say in normal life. They’re partying tonight and have probably already had too many Tequilla’s. Even a mature woman will act silly with enough drinks in her. Do you want a mature who doesn’t drink, or what?” I argued with him, though I knew my argument was weak. Those girls really were acting like little children.

“I don’t care if she drinks, but if she drinks so much that she acts like those girls, I wouldn’t want to be with her. I want a woman like… her.”, he said pointing to the front door.

A woman was just coming in the door. She looked a lot like my wife in the face, but with a trimmer body. After Martha had born our son and younger daughter, she’d kind of let her figure go. She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties.

This woman wasn’t much on top – either that, or I couldn’t tell, because of the loose long sleeved pull-over sweater she was wearing (it gets cool when the fog rolls in), but the shorts she wore (a standard in SD), were a skimpy, high on the thigh number, showing off a fine behind – mature or otherwise. She did wear bangs (unlike my wife) which made her look younger still, so maybe she was older than my estimate.

She came in and sat in a booth by herself. That’s a good sign, I thought unconsciously. A single woman in a booth alone, always turns my eye.

“OK. So go talk to her.” I said.

“Dad!” he protested, “I can’t do that. Whenever I try to talk to a girl, I get all tongue tied. I can’t even talk. My brain freezes.”

“Even with a mature woman like your mom?” I asked.

He just nodded emphatically.

“Everyone gets stage fright.” I said. “Just picture the person you’re talking to as being naked. That’s what actors and public speakers do.”

“Dad. If you make me talk to her, I swear, I’m running away.” he protested vehemently.

I gave in again. “All right. Sounds more serious than I thought. If I go and invite her over, and if she accepts, will you talk to her then?”

“Well sure,” he said. “Once you’ve broken the ice, I can talk. But, you’re still gonna stay here, aren’t ya? I need help with keeping the conversation going, too.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” I told him, getting up and heading for the woman’s booth.

“Excuse me,” escort seks hikayeleri I said to her. “My name’s Tom Short, and my son, sitting in that booth over there, is Tom junior. I was wondering if you could help me out?

“What do you need?” she asked.

“Well, It’s my son, actually.” I replied, “See, he’s terribly, terribly shy. I’ve been trying to get him to talk to girls his own age all night, but he says he only feels comfortable talking with older women, and frankly, I think he has trouble even doing that. Would you mind coming and talking to him for a little bit? He just turned 21 and it’s his birthday. I’d be happy to buy your drinks, if you do.”

She sized me up. “First, my name is Margaret,” she said holding out her hand.

“Pleased to meet you.” I said.

“Second, I’m not sure what good it will do. But since there’s no one else interesting in here, and since you’re buying. Sure, I’ll join you.” she said, sliding out of the booth.

“Mind if I try some top shelf stuff?” She asked. “They’re kind of pricy.”

“Margaret, If you can get my kid at least a little way out of his shell, I’ll buy you the whole bottle.” I said emphatically. “Regardless, I’m sure you’ll do better than you know, and I will be ever so grateful to you.”

“How grateful?” she asked, “You’re a pretty good looking man, yourself. I was actually out tonight hoping to meet someone like you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m married.” I said, showing her my wedding ring.

“Damn.” was all she said.

“You really know how to boost a guy’s ego, though.” I said, trying to smooth things over.

By now, we’d reached the booth.

“Son, this is Margaret…” I started.

“Hall”, she finished for me.

“This is Margaret Hall. Margaret, this is my son, Tom Junior Simmons.” I finished the introductions.

“Pleased to meet you m’am.”, my son replied, shaking her hand.

“My! And so polite, too.” Margaret answered.

“What can I get you?” I interrupted.

“I’ll have a Glenlivet, rocks.” She said. “I do love single malt scotch.”

I went to fetch her order. When I returned to the table, it looked like Margaret and my son were thick as thieves already, laughing at some joke.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, putting the drink in front of Margaret, and sitting down opposite Margaret and Tom.

“Oh nothing.” Tom said, with a little smirk still on his face. “Margaret was telling me a story about when she was my age. I never heard it from a girl’s perspective before. Did you know she was turned down for the prom, too?”

“He doesn’t seem to get that girls his age are just as screwed up as he feels he is. Actually, some girls, women, stay screwed up their whole lives. I was just telling him he needs to learn how to spot ’em. And, he is right to back away, if he’s not comfortable.” She said. She had her hand on his thigh, patting it to emphasize various words.

So Margaret’s siding with him, huh? I thought. Well, that would bring him out of his shell.

“So what about you and mom?” Tom asked. “Were you crazy as teenagers, too?”

“I don’t know about your mom during high school. You’ll have to ask her yourself, because I didn’t meet her till college. But for me, yeah. There were some crazy years while I was getting a grip on my hormones. But I was popular in high school, playing football and running track. I wasn’t aware of ‘female peculiarities’ (I put my fingers up in the quote symbol) till I went to college. It took me five tries to get your mom to go out with me the first time. Just to go out for a burger after a football game. Your mom was very fickle when she was younger.

“You kept trying even though she turned you down?” Tommy asked.

“I did, and then after we had a couple dates, she was chasing me.” I said, rather proudly.

“What about now?” Margaret asked. “Does your wife still chase you?”

I turned to Margaret. “Ever been married?”, I asked.

“I’ve had no time. Business run’s my life. I’m only in San Diego for a business conference, then I’ll be off to Seattle, to get a new office up and running. Home is in Phoenix, but I’m rarely there. Anyway, that’s the long way of saying that I’ve never been married.” She replied.

“I also told your son I wouldn’t be here longer than tonight, so if he screwed up talking to me, no one would ever know,” She laughed, and surprisingly, Tom laughed with her.

“Back to the question.” I said. ” Married life is different. Sure we went through the honeymoon period, and that was followed by a nice, long and comfortable freshly wed period. But after twenty plus years of marriage, chasing each other around the house doesn’t happen much. There’s two kids to consider. And paying the mortgage, too.”

“Sounds droll.” Margaret said.

“Not really. There’s a whole lot of satisfaction in raising a fine son.” I replied, looking at my son.

“So pride replaces sex?” she asked, pointedly.

“I’d be lying if I said it did. But sex takes a secondary priority after the children come.” I replied. There was no way I was going to mention the year just passed without either of us being interested in sex.

“What about you?” I asked, trying to get the subject off me and my marital affairs. “You say you’re so busy. What priority does sex have in your life?” I asked, kind of challengingly.

She was quiet for a minute. “Get me another drink, and I’ll tell you.” She finally said.

When I returned with her refill, Margaret and Tom had their heads huddled together, talking somewhat intimately. As, I dropped the drink in front of Margaret, their heads came apart. I handed my son another beer. I was still sipping my Jameson. So I sat back down with my drink in front of me. I looked at Margaret inquiringly, letting her choose when to start talking.

She looked at her watch, and then took a deep breath. She said, “My sex life does take a back seat to my job. I was out tonight, frankly, looking to get laid. I take my moments when I can.”

She took another deep breath. “So here’s the deal. I was just telling Tom junior this while you were getting drinks. It’s getting late and I have to be at the conference in the morning. I don’t need to go to sleep yet, but I will shortly, and I’d really, really, like to go to bed sexually satisfied. So, I’m inviting both of you back to my place for a three-way. Sorry to be so blunt, but my time is limited. I promise, I will help Tom junior out of his shyness all I can. Having sex with a woman, especially virgin sex, usually cures all that. I guess you’d say, I’ve been a cougar on more than one occasion, so I’ve seen the results. Anyway, Tom junior is sweet and nice and polite, but I have the hots for you, Mr. Hall.” she babbled out.

“So here’s the deal. You come back to my hotel room for a three-way, or I leave now. I’ll go back to my room and masturbate, as I do most of the time. I’d rather have you two. But you both need to make up your minds now. I already have Tom junior’s OK.”

She finally ran out of gas, just sitting there and looking at both of us.

I thought long and hard. I could relate to her masturbation statement, I’d been doing it for over the past year,. And knew how much less satisfying it was. And, I agreed with her that getting Tommy laid would eliminate a lot of shyness. Was I willing to commit adultery for my son? Not fair, I thought. In all honesty, I was severely hot to get laid too. I can’t put this all on Tom. OK. I decided to bite that particular bullet.

“Let’s go.” I said, finishing my Jameson. Margaret and Tom were eager to leave and headed out before me. I stopped to pay the bill, then caught up.

Putting my arm around Margaret’s shoulder, opposite my son, and on top of his arm, we strolled down the sidewalk. Well, walked hurriedly, Margaret dragging us along.

“Which Hotel?” I asked.

“It’s the Hyatt, right over there.” she said pointing down a long block and across the trolly tracks.

We scurried along, making small talk as we went. On entering the Hotel, we made out like we were a family retuning for the evening. By the time we made it to Margaret’s door, she already had the floppy pullover off. Upon entering, she pushed us both onto the bed, and then began unbuttoning her blouse sexily, as she swayed her hips.

She stopped, and went over to the dresser, picking up an iPod, and touching the surface. A slow blues number began to play. Then she danced sexily back to the end of her King size bed. Unbuttoning as she came. She removed her blouse sexily, exposing one braless AA sized breast at a time. Then, both, then the blouse was gone into a corner. Her sandals followed.

She leaned over, teasing Tom junior. Her pert little nipples staying a couple of inches away from my son’s seeking tongue, no matter how he jerked his head. Then, she let him have both, hugging his head to them. She let him grab, touch, kiss, and squeeze, then danced away, returning to center stage.

She bent over to a particularly seductive Sax solo, pulling her already unbuttoned shorts over a finely tuned ass. They slid down her shapely, long and slender thighs, before falling to the floor.

I was fixated on her ass. Though she still had on her red thong, there was nothing covering either cheek over her volley ball sized ass cheeks. They jiggled as Margaret started teasing Tommy with her tits. I reached out and grabbed ass cheek. She looked over at me, and danced her way over till she was in front of me. She grabbed my hands, and brought them to her hips, placing them over the waistband of her thong. She pushed my hands down encouragingly, then moved her hands away and began massaging her breasts. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of each side of Margaret’s waist and slid he thong slowly down and off. When I sat back up. I was staring at a hairless pussy, with just the beginning of her pussy slit exposed. She danced back to Tommy, giving him a clear view of her snatch. As the song ended, she slowly crawled onto the bed, pushing my son before her, till his head was lying on the pillows at the head.

She went to work on his pants. Unclasping the belt, unzipping the fly, and tugging them down, as my son lifted his ass off the bed. His underwear went with the pants, and they both ended up in a pile beside the bed. Then Margaret went to work on my son’s already rigid member.

She turned her head to look at me. “Come eat me.” She said, invitingly, before returning to her ministrations on my son’s cock. I slid my head between Margaret’s wide spread legs till I was looking up at her pussy.

Her pussy reminded me of a closed clam, with nothing but a line visible, till I encouraged the clam to breath. Inside, I was delighted to see a silky moist, and brightly pink interior. Her inner labia were petal like, not too different from the fringe around the edge of the clam’s muscle, though much pinker.

I licked at the nubbin of her clit. Then, licked the length of her slit, pausing to stab my tongue into the hole that was where the clam muscle would be (I promise. This is the end of the clam analogies). I repeated the process, as Margaret’s ass moved in time to the Jazz tune that had now replaced the blues number. We almost made it to the end of the number before I heard my virgin son shouting.

“Ohhh God, I’m cumming.” He screamed, while Margaret swallowed and released his cock.

“MMMMM, good baby.” Margaret said in response. “Give me all you got.”

I went to work on Margaret’s pussy hole, stabbing it unmercifully with my tongue. She drove her hips down, rotating her pelvis in time to my thrusts. We kept this up till Tommy was quiet once more, though still breathing heavy.

I couldn’t see her though, as she said, “Fuck me daddy. I’ll get your son’s cock back to working order.”

I scrambled to get my head out from beneath Margaret’s pulsating cunt and up into a kneeling position behind her ass. I slid in with resistance, she being well lubricated. The feel was satin soft, though her pussy had enough friction to cuck at the skin of my dick as I pulled it from her pussy, to deliver her another blow. More like velvet, I thought, pushing home.

So there my son and I were, in a Hotel room spitting a MILF (ignore the Mother part). Newspaper title gets any bigger? I thought. There was no thought of the mother and wife left back at home. We kept at her, till the pulled off my son and said to me. “He’s ready. Let me turn around so he can fuck me. I want to suck your cock for a while.”

I pulled out so she could turn around, then offered her my cock, which was twitching in beat to my heart. She swallowed me, and immediately had my seven inches all the way in the back of her throat. I looked down and watched her lips wrap around the base of my shaft, sucking at the skin as she pulled he mouth back, off my cock, then she plunged down again. I heard little huffing sounds coming from her other end. I picked up my pace in her mouth, till I matched the huffs from the other end. They were quite fast. Then I slowed down and gave control back to Margaret.

She would lean forward onto my prick, then slide backward, impaling my son’s dick. We worked in unison. This went on for possibly as much as five minutes before my son was spewing his sperm. This set me off, and that set Margaret off. We filled Margaret with father son spunk from both ends of her body.

When I was finished, I slid back and lay on my back. Margaret got off the bed, and immediately began handing out clothes. Damn, I thought, no time for after glow (or finding out if Margaret would be in town some other time). We barely had our clothes on before we were out the door. She was full of apologies, but I knew she wanted to keep the whole thing anonymous.

And that is the story of how I became an adulterer and my son lost his virginity. Huh? What happed after that? Well. Tom Jr. and I took a lot more hunting and fishing trips together. At least three day trips, if not a week. Instead of hunting or fishing, we’d head for a town or city we hadn’t been to, where we’d play the father son gambit. My wife never did want to make love, and I think she was happy when we were gone – no more pressure. We finally divorced.

But keep a look out for us. We may be coming to a town or city near you.

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My name is Vinu. My father is British and my mother Indian. I have a younger sister, Camille. Since my father worked in the diplomatic corps, while I was growing up my family lived a number of places around the world. In the last six years I have settled down in India.

I guess you would have to say that our family was unusual, though not unique, in some respects. All female members of our family, on both sides, have enormous tits, the smallest being my sister’s D. Also, my father, my sister, and I are all what you would call “oversexed”. While I can’t say for sure for my father (though I believe it to be true), sex is the main motivation in my and my sister’s lives. (My mother is very different, with just a normal libido as far as I know.) Finally, my father, sister, and I are superb liars. We can tell you the tallest tale in the world, and get you to believe it. My father has proven this by passing a number of lie detector tests associated with his diplomatic position even though many of the answers he gave were “questionable”. My sister and I, despite our promiscuous ways, have convinced our mother, husbands, and other members of our family that we are paragons of chasteness and never have had sex before our marriages, or outside our marriages.

Both my sister and I have been married about 20 years; and we both have sons that are 18. My Australian native husband Brian has let himself get fat, and is not that attractive, but he has one redeeming quality – a big cock. My sister’s husband is half Kiwi, half Indian, and is in great shape, although to hear my sister tell it he doesn’t know how to fuck worth a damn. [I have always been certain she was just telling me this to try and keep me from fucking him since she knows how much I enjoy new meat.]

When I was 18 and 19, before I got married at 20, I loved to fuck different guys every week. I started out early with tit fucks. While they were great and certainly pleased my partners in view of my passion and my big, firm yet soft texture, breasts, once I got into pussy fucking and anal I didn’t do tit fucking anymore; unless I was having my period and my partner didn’t like anal.

There was one stretch of time, however, when I was 19, when we were on summer holiday in a remote location, with no decent local meat, when I decided I had to have my father. My sister and I had mercilessly teased him for a long time by walking around almost naked when our mother wasn’t home, and making suggestive comments and provocative movements (like bending over in front of him while he was sitting at breakfast when we only had a thong on, to ostensibly pick up something we had dropped). Without our father’s knowledge, Camille and I often played an evil game of who could get daddy hard fastest. I think the only reason our father didn’t try to fuck us was because he was deathly afraid of my mother, for reasons I don’t fully understand. On our summer holiday I used that fear to my advantage.

We had been on holiday about a week when I was so horny I couldn’t stand it anymore, and as I said the local meat was “rotten”. I had always admired my dad’s physique, and several times had peeked in on him while he was banging my mother – and he looked like he really satisfied her. Therefore I decided it was time to fuck him. So when my mother and Camille were out shopping – I begged off saying I didn’t feel well – and as I was home alone with daddy I went for it.

Dad was sitting on the couch of our rented bungalow reading. I had pinched a part of my ass cheek to make it really red, and was wearing only a thong and a skimpy loose top which showed almost half my tits, including the top part of the areola. I sauntered into the room and virtually pushed my ass in his face and said “Daddy, can you see a spider bite, or some other reason why my rear end is red? It itches.”

I could tell he was uncomfortable in looking at it, but he inspected it and told me it was probably just some temporary minor irritation. Of course his inspection of my ass and view of my tits had made him rock hard.

After his comments I turned around and blatantly stared at his crotch, pursed my lips, and said “Daddy, it looks like you have a major problem. There seems to be something causing your pants to swell. Let me have a look.” With that I knelt between his legs and put my hand on his crotch.

Dad got a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, pushed my hand away, and mumbled something like “Nothing is wrong – you shouldn’t touch me there.”

I got a wicked smile on my face and I moved both hands back to his crotch and said “Daddy dear, your little girl is really, really horny and needs to be fucked. Since you’re the only candidate here, you need to do the honors.”

“I can’t do that” he mumbled “your mother would kill me!”

“Oh Daddy,” I replied, “the only way Mom is going to think you fucked me is if you don’t. Because if you don’t I’m going to tell her you did, and you know what a good liar I am. If you fuck me, no erzurum seks hikayeleri one will ever know. Plus I can tell from the hard on you get every time I get near you that you badly want it. So what is it going to be, I tell Mom you fucked me and you have no fun, or you get the joy of banging my sweet little pussy and sucking on my big tits and no one ever finds out?”

I hesitated only a few seconds, and didn’t wait for an answer. While he still had his wide-eyed scared look, I undid his zipper and pulled out his dick, and while staring him in the eye started sucking it like crazy. It took less than a minute for him to go from scared to ecstasy, grabbing my hair and moaning “oh yeah, that feels so gooooood, oh fuck yes…”

After I sucked him a while, I pulled him onto the floor, pulled off my thong and top, swung my pussy over his face, and put my mouth back on his raging hard on. He absolutely went nuts on my pussy, sucking and tonguing it like it was the last one he would ever see in his life, while simultaneously vigorously fingering me. He and I were both close to climax in less than two minutes, so I pulled my pussy off of his face, and went down reverse cowgirl on him. As I rode him up and down, he started bucking his hips in sync, more enthusiastically than any other guy I had fucked up to that point, and in short order he was groaning like an old wooden floor with an elephant walking on it. He grabbed an ass cheek with one hand, and stuck two fingers from the other hand in my anus. Shortly, he deposited a monster load in my sweet vagina just as I started a mammoth orgasm myself. As I continued to orgasm, he kept pumping me all the way through it, until I went completely limp and collapsed on him.

That day uncaged Daddy Dear’s lust for me, and we secretly fucked on a regular basis after that, including the day before he walked me down the aisle (wow was that fun – the doubly forbidden nature of it got me to cum more than ever before in my life).

While I was bored with my husband, I got plenty of raw meat outside of marriage, so I never went crazy with deprivation. But finding new meat all the time – I mostly wanted only one night stands – took a lot of effort. So I was really happy when a change in family circumstances came along.

My sister’s husband was between jobs, and was looking for work in the same part of India my family lived in. We had a very big house with 6 bedrooms on three different floors, so I invited them to live with us. My husband had no objection – I had the feeling he had a crush on my sister for years – nor did my son or nephew, so we became one big happy family. “Happy” being the operative word.

It wasn’t even a week after my sister’s family moved in that I maneuvered it so that my brother-in-law, Shree, was in the house alone; I pretended to go out. When he was in the bathroom I stood nude outside of it, and when he opened the door pretended like I was just walking by and was startled. I covered up my nipples with my arms, leaving my hairless prominent camel toe completely exposed. I blurted something out like “Oh dear, I didn’t know anyone else was home,” but didn’t attempt to move away.

I always thought Shree would like a piece of my ass, and his reaction confirmed that. He stood still, gap-jawed without speaking for a good 30 seconds, obviously staring at my twat. Then a sly smile crossed his face, and he said “Why haven’t you run away Vinu instead of just standing there?”

“If I ran away then you would see my ass. If you were a gentleman you would cover your eyes and walk away,” I lied. I continued “I don’t like the look on your face. It appears you want to take advantage of me while I’m here naked with no one else in the house.”

If he didn’t have an idea of what I wanted before, he sure did after that comment. With the sly smile apparently now permanently painted on his face he walked up, pulled my hands away from my nipples, pressed against me, and started kissing me. I put up only enough resistance to encourage him, and within 2-3 minutes he was sucking my tits while fingering my cunt. I softly protested “You’re not going to fuck me, are you?” much like a rabbit pleading with a fox “don’t throw me in the briar patch.”

That last comment really turned him on and he started running his hands all over me. He picked me up while keeping a finger in my cunt and carried me the short distance down the hall to his bed. I could tell passive resistance was really turning him on so I whimpered “Please don’t fuck me; I’m so vulnerable and helpless.”

He virtually ripped his clothes off and started attacking my pussy as vigorously as my father did my first time with him. I knew Camille was lying about him being a terrible fuck. Even though his dick was quite a bit smaller than my husband’s that was inconsequential because he really knew how to use that thing, and his lust was almost beyond my experience. Also, his body was lean and muscular, and felt so good to the touch. After bringing me to my first orgasm orally, he stabbed me with his cock, put my legs on his shoulders, and pounded my pussy with a fervor I had never experienced before. With great zeal he continued moving his hands over my breasts and hips, and occasionally licked or bit my calves, while rhythmically pummeling my cunt into submission.

Within two minutes of my pussy being stabbed I had an awesome orgasm which only briefly subsided until he rocketed his joy juice into me, triggering even greater ecstasy in my loins.

When I finally came down from my third climax at Shree’s hand (actually tongue and dick) he withdrew his tool from my now sopping cunt, and lay next to me while he continued to suck my nipples and rub his hands all over my body. I now knew for certain that I wanted regular fuck sessions with my dear brother-in-law and it was clear to me what pushed his buttons. So as he was zestily handling my body I whimpered “I can’t believe you had your way with me. You’re an animal. You know I will never tell anyone so you simply took advantage of my weakness with your strong arms and body.”

Wow, did I have him figured out! Those whimpered words perked up his eyes, ears, and dick. He wasn’t a one a done guy – at least he wasn’t going to be with me – I could tell. Once I felt his hard dick again poking me in the side I continued my manipulation with “Oh no, you’re getting hard again, and I haven’t done anything to encourage you. You’ve already worn out my poor pussy, please don’t fuck my ass, you animal.”

His eyes lit up even more. He smash mouthed me, grabbed my hips, and turned me over on my hands and knees. Wiping up the slurry of our cums literally flowing out of my pussy I could feel him slathering my ass hole with the slurry, and coating his dick as his dick head rested on my rosebud. I continued to get him excited by quietly begging “You can’t take the virginity of my ass,” “Oh please won’t you control your animal passion,” and “Aren’t you ashamed of dominating your poor sister-in-law?”

With a combination of gentleness and intensity that I had never experienced before he inserted his dick to the hilt in my expectant anus, moving gently at first, and then banging me like a bass drum. I wanted him to know that my words were intended to only be a turn-on when I started banging him back with all I had. It wasn’t long before we were both ready to cum again. I climaxed first – one of the best anal orgasms I’ve ever had – and shortly thereafter he was screaming like Tarzan swinging on a vine as he blasted me with another load of his thick cream.

When we both came back to full functionality and awareness, with his arms wrapped around me, I looked him straight in the eye and said as seriously as I could “Can you at least clean me up after using me as your plaything?” He smiled, got out of bed, picked me up, and carried me into the shower and got in with me. He washed all of my private parts with one hand, while the other either massaged my ass, stroked my tits, or was buried in my cunt. I washed his parts off too, but only when he insisted that I do – I knew that was the best way to keep him coming back for more.

When we got out of the shower he toweled me off. As he was doing that I humbly said “Can I please get dressed now?” After he said “Sure” with a smirk on his face, I coyly asked “Just because you gave me multiple orgasms you’re not going to think you can take advantage of me again, are you?” A big smile engulfed his visage as he retorted “I’ll fuck you whenever I get you alone so if you don’t want to get fucked you better make sure you’re never alone with me again.”

With my head down I shuffled out of the 2nd floor bathroom to go upstairs to my room, and once I got there a big smile and warm glow overtook me. I realized that now I can regularly get a great fuck without even having to leave my house.

I knew Shree wouldn’t tell Camille, and my husband was too stupid to figure out something was going on between Shree and I, but I wanted to distract Camille so she wouldn’t figure it out. Therefore I had several heart-to-heart talks with her saying things like I missed my husband’s big cock, and maybe I should encourage him to get some ass elsewhere as that might perk up his interest in sex in general, and thus with me. Poor Camille is such a sap, I know she sucked that up. I tried to get her and my husband alone together whenever I could. It would probably be a few months of my husband infrequently porking her before she realized that Shree was by far the better fuck.

While Shree and I were going hot and heavy, fucking 3-4 sessions a week (with multiple orgasms each session), my oversexed brain was thinking of adding a new partner. My nephew Raj was looking real good; he and my son Brian Junior are both really good looking boys. Raj has his father’s nice body, and his mother’s beautiful facial features, and is outgoing, tall, and endearing; Junior looks enough like him to be his brother. They always hang out together. I started wearing skimpy clothing around Raj – and therefore around Junior too – and took them for outings where I would direct sexual comments toward them. I know I piqued Raj’s interest – but Junior’s at the same time. Once when I was looking into a store window, in the reflection I saw Raj – and Junior – staring intently at my ass and thighs. Hmmm.

The day before his 19th birthday, I asked Raj to go shopping with me to pick out a present he would like. The outfit I wore when we left the house had a conservative look to it, but had top and bottom sections that were easily removed. We weren’t out of the house 5 minutes when I complained of the heat and took the easily removed sections off. What was left gave Raj a real good look at my tits and thighs, and when I bent over my ass, and when I sat with my legs apart my pussy.

When we sat down at a bench between stores I put my arm around Raj and drew him close to me so his side was smashing into my tits, and I swung one thigh over his. I looked him in the eye and said “Raj, what if for your birthday I would give you anything within my power to give you, what would you want from me?” When he diverted his eyes from mine and started stuttering and mumbling, I knew I had him. “No, I mean anything within my power, what would it be? Don’t be shy, if you don’t want me to I won’t tell anyone. What?”

I could tell he was really getting nervous, but my constant body contact with him was also causing his resistance to wane. Finally he said, without making eye contact, “Well don’t get mad at me Aunt Vinu, but what I would really like is to have sex with you.” I smiled, kissed his cheek, turned his face toward mine, and said “Raj, why would that make me mad at you? It flatters me. I would love to do that for you, and we will this weekend. But let me buy you something too so that no one suspects your real present will be my flesh.” I’ve never seen a bigger smile on Raj’s face; we walked arm-in-arm to a store to pick out something that might look like a real gift before we headed home.

Friday night was the time for Raj’s present – and I was so horny in anticipation, I begged Shree to fuck me during the day on Friday, which he was happy to do. I showered and douched afterward.

Raj’s bedroom was the only one on the first floor of the house. On Friday night, after everyone else was asleep, including my husband snoring like a freight train, as Raj and I had arranged I sneaked down to Raj’s room. My nipples were as hard as rocks and my panties were soaking wet in expectancy. As he was lying wide-eyed in bed, I turned a low light on. Then I slowly removed my nightgown, and slowly stepped out of my soaked panties. I walked over to him and told him to give me his hand. I brought his hand into contact with each of my erogenous zones, taking time to show him what effect touching or licking my clit, pussy lips, nipples, and rosebud had upon me.

I pulled back his sheet. His flag pole was sticking way out of his pajama bottoms. I gently removed his bottoms while licking the head of his cock. It was a really beautiful one, uniform color, distinct head, nice shaft, and a perfect size for my cunt. I massaged his testicles while licking his cock and he started to moan. I told him I was getting on top of him to suck his penis, and wanted him to touch the sensitive parts of my pussy with his fingers and tongue as I did that.

We got into a 69 position, and I was pleased that he was as spirited as his father in going after my pussy. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in desire as he finger fucked me with alacrity while tonguing and sucking on my clit. He was so excited that he came in my mouth after I sucked him for only a few minutes, but I expected that, and told him that was OK. One of the benefits of youth was that I knew he would have no trouble depositing a load in my cunt in addition to my mouth.

I kept my lips and tongue in contact with his cock even after I swallowed all the ejaculate, as he continued his good work on my cunt. Once he got me to an orgasm, I sucked his dick vigorously, and he was rock hard again in a minute. Then I told him I wanted his first fuck – he had admitted to me he never fucked a woman before – to be doggy style. So I got on my hands and knees and guided his dick into my waiting cunt. He got the hang of it real quickly. He banged me good, and for each of his thrusts I applied a counter-thrust. We quickly developed a rhythm so smooth it was like we had been lovers for months. This time I came first, but he came shortly afterward, and it felt great when his cum was being blasted into my vagina.

Raj and I lay together kissing and fondling each other for another hour or so, before I told him I better be getting back to my room, since my husband usually wakes up once during the night to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t want him wondering where I was. I promised Raj – a promise I happily later fulfilled – that we would be lovers at least twice a week from now on (meaning I would be getting laid 5-6 days a week by him or his father).

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Grandpa’s Little Blue Pills — A Christmas Tale

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I’m putting this one up for the Winter Holidays contest just for a bit of fun, so please give it a nice high vote if you like it!

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Okay, suspend belief all who enter here … this is supposed to be a fun, dirty little Christmas romp and not much more than that, so if you just go with it, hopefully it’ll give you a laugh and a bit of kinky pleasure. I’m sure Viagra doesn’t work the way that I’ve described, but that’s part of the fun of fantasy, so if you can get past that, you should enjoy the fun.

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Thanks to Tex Beethoven for his editing on this one!

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I need to tell you about the crazy Christmas that just went down, so to put things in perspective, here’s a little about me and my family and Christmas.

Christmas in our family is always held at my grandparent’s house. Everyone gets along fine and we don’t seem to have any of the stress I hear about in other people’s families. Given we live in Australia, a White Christmas is out of the question; it’s always hot, sometimes unbearably so, and the fact there’s a pool at their house makes it the best place to be.

We don’t have a large family, just Mum, Dad, Dad’s brother Stu (who has never married) and my three older brothers. The one consistent theme through the last two generations of our family has been getting pregnant young, fast and giving birth in September. Grandma and Gramps were 19 when Dad was born, and 20 when his brother arrived. My mother was 19 when she had my oldest brother, and then she popped a kid out every year for four years. As we got older there were always jokes at birthdays about how Christmas must have been when Grandpa and Dad got especially randy. Everyone except my Grandparents and my Mum (who married into the family) had been born about nine months after Christmas.

Anyway, so Grandma and Gramps were like 43 when I was born, and that was 18 years ago. This was my first Christmas as an ‘adult’. I was finally able to join in the drinking at the dinner table! I was super excited about it.

Anyway, so we always have lunch. Grandma and Gramps have always stuck to the traditional European turkey dinner, but over the years we’ve managed to get some Aussie prawns and seafood into the mix. Everyone stuffs their faces and drinks too much, crashes in the lounge room, then if it’s a hot year, we all hit the pool once we’ve started to recover.

Anyway, this year started out like all the others. We arrived, grabbed drinks and sat down in the lounge room to swap gifts. I got the usual collection of ear-rings, scents and chocolates, except for the bikini Grandma gave me. That was a bit different. I mean she’d always bought me clothes and stuff when I was younger, but a bikini was a brave choice. As I unwrapped it, I found that it was bright yellow and I started to hold it up, but quickly realised it was super-skimpy! What the fuck?

“I thought you might like to wear it in the pool after lunch,” she said to me completely innocently.

“Um, yeah, we’ll see Grandma. I did bring my normal suit, though.”

“See how you feel after lunch,” she coaxed.

“Show us, honey,” Mum said.

“Later Mum,” I laughed nervously, stashing the scandalous bikini back into the wrapping paper and hiding it under my small collection of loot.

Lunch was as fabulous as always, and the drinks flowed freely. We relaxed in the lounge afterwards, the boys all piling shit on each other with Gramps proving his wit was just as sharp as theirs. Gramps had worked his way up through construction until he ran a small contracting crew that Dad and my brothers had all ended up working in as well, so they had plenty of stories about each other and the dumb things they’d done working together. We’d heard many of them before, but they were still funny.

Christmas had turned out to be a scorcher, hitting 39C (that’s over 100F for you non-decimal people) and so the pool was looking more and more inviting as the AC struggled to keep up with the extra people in the lounge room.

“Come and give me a hand for a sec Chelsea,” Grams asked me. I hopped up and followed her into the kitchen where she mixed some drinks for everyone. “Okay sweetie, these ones are for the men, and this lot is for us gals,” she said when she was done. The men’s drinks were all rum and coke, while she’d made vodka raspberry slushies for us. I took Mum and Dad’s drinks out and then returned for the boys’, while Grams passed my Uncle Stu his drink. Then I grabbed mine and joined everyone.

Fifteen minutes later Grams started encouraging everyone to head outside and take advantage of the pool.

“Go put your bikini on Chelsea,” she commanded me, shooing me away. I wanted to protest, but I knew when Grams had her heart set on something, it was easier just to go along with it. I grabbed the bikini and my bag and went to the guest bedroom to change. Everyone else started to follow Grams’ orders as well. I stripped erzincan seks hikayeleri down to nothing and then put on the bikini. Good God, was it tiny! It wasn’t a thong, but it wasn’t far off one either. Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry about putting any pubes on display because I shaved them off anyway. I looked at my butt in the mirror, and shook my head. Most of it was on display. The tan lines from the bikini I’d bought myself at the start of the summer were visible and no-one in the family had ever seen me in it because I thought they’d tell me that one was too revealing!

As for the top, it consisted of two triangles and a collection of string to hold them in place. I checked the size on the tag and it said 32C. Now given I’m a 32DD, the coverage wasn’t going to be perfect. I was tipsy enough though, that I decided if Grams wanted to see me in my new bikini, I’d show her exactly what she’d bought me!

It took a bit of fiddling to get the straps adjusted just right and to make sure my large nipples were sufficiently covered (though it wouldn’t take much of a shift in the cloth for them to start showing), and then I decided I was as ready as I’d ever be.

I strolled out with my towel wrapped around me and headed straight for the water, stepping down onto the steps before unwrapping and tossing my towel aside.

“Holy Shit,” my middle brother Bill gasped from behind me when he saw me.

“You bought that for her, Mum?” my mother asked in shock as I continued into the water.

“Oh come on, she’s a woman now, she’s got an amazing body and she should enjoy it while she’s young,” Grams replied smugly. “Don’t forget, we both got pregnant at her age.”

“Doesn’t mean she has to, Mum,” my mother replied.

“Don’t be a prude. You’ve spent enough time naked in this pool, and she’s at least wearing a suit.”

“If you can call it a suit,” Mum laughed, but she let the matter drop.

“Well, you’ve certainly grown up, haven’t you Chelsea?” Gramps observed. He was already in the pool and I was walking directly toward him as I entered the water.

“I guess so Gramps.” I slipped fully into the water and realised that all the men had suddenly headed for the water too. Uncle Stu was the last one in, and he almost looked embarrassed as he shuffled quickly across the deck to jump in. I realised as he made the jump he had a boner! Was that because of me?!

Grams and Mum decided not to be left out and joined us in the water, bringing their drinks with them and sitting on the steps at the shallow end while the rest of us bobbed around in the rest of the pool, continuing to chat and enjoying the cool relief of the water.

Another 10 minutes and the men in the pool were starting to behave a little oddly. Jeff, my youngest brother, climbed from the pool and tried to head into the house.

“What’s wrong, Jeff?” Mum asked because his mannerisms were a little odd.

“Why’s the door locked?” he asked, sounding a little desperate.

“If you need to pee, just go behind the lemon tree,” Grams suggested with a wicked grin on her face.

“No, it’s not that, I just wanted something from inside, but the door’s locked.”

“Stupid old me must have locked us out,” Grams muttered, climbing from the pool. My oldest brother Peter offered to help. He had to move past me in the pool and I gasped when he accidentally rubbed against me. He was rock hard! I met his gaze but he shied away and looked a bit panicked as he stuttered a quick apology. I watched him closely as he left the water and even though he was trying to hide it, his wet swimwear outlined his erection far more clearly than he wished.

“What’s going on with you boys?” Mum asked, looking from one to the next. All the men had strange looks on their faces, appearing confused. Dad moved close to her and whispered in her ear. I saw her eyes widen at whatever it was he told her, and then she grinned and broke out laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Dad hissed.

“Just stop thinking about it and I’m sure it will pass,” Mum said.

“Great, we’re locked out,” Peter complained.

“Just get back in the pool, there’s plenty of beer in the cooler and we’re not in any rush,” Grams said, showing no sign of distress at all at having locked the entire family outside. I watched both Jeff and Peter as they made their way back to the pool and despite their attempts to hide them, they definitely had boners.

I looked at Bill, Dad and Gramps and they all seemed to be enduring something. They weren’t their usual selves. Suspicious, I swam about the pool and accidentally brushed against Bill. He had a boner too!

Why the hell did all my brothers have boners? It couldn’t be just from seeing me in my tiny bikini. Gramps swam over to Grandma and said something quietly to her and she burst out laughing.

“It really isn’t a laughing matter, Merry,” he said sternly.

“It is to me,” she practically cried.

“You too?” Bill asked Peter.

“Yeah, and it’s almost getting painful,” Peter complained, though I had missed the initial question and didn’t know what they were talking about. I looked at Mum, who had a calculating look in her eye. Uncle Stu tried to slide past me then. He had his back to me.

“You okay Uncle Stu?” I questioned him.

“Um, yeah, just fine,” he grunted.

“It’s okay boys, you don’t have to worry too much, it’s supposed to pass in a couple of hours,” Grams announced to no-one in particular.

“What’s supposed to pass?” I asked, not understanding what was going on.

“Hours?” Jeff protested. “I can’t be like this for hours!”

“We won’t leave you like that for hours, we’ll help you out,” Grams offered.

“Help with WHAT?” I asked, still lost.

“With their boners,” Grams replied matter-of-factly. “I may have slipped some of Ted’s Viagra into their drinks and now they’re going to have raging boners for a couple of hours. It wouldn’t be right to make them suffer through it though, so we’ll have to help them out.”

“Wait, what do you mean by help them out?” Mum asked in shock.

“You know, get them off; drain them; milk them, make them cum.” I, along with my mother, my brothers and the other men-folk just stared at her in shock. “Who wants to be first?” Grams asked.

“Wait, what?” my mother asked.

“Oh come on Jenny, you’re way too experienced to play dumb,” Grams said to my mother. “Look at all these boners and tell me you don’t want to help get them off.”

“But they’re my sons! And my husband’s brother and … and … your husband!”

“Yep, and I don’t care,” Grams grinned. “So the offer stands, who wants some relief first?”

“And you expect Chelsea to help?” Mum sputtered on, looking at me. I was lost for words. Grams is saying we should make all the guys cum? They’re all family!

“Fuck, I’ll go first,” Gramps said. “I know how painful it can get once it’s up and there’s no relief in sight. Come on Merry, work one out for me!” I just stared in shock, along with everyone else as Grandpa climbed out of the pool with his wet swim shorts clinging to his hard cock, displaying its shape clearly. It didn’t look to be quite as rigid or upright as my brothers’ had, but it was definitely erect. Grams had him sit on one of the outdoor setting’s chairs and then sat beside him on a sunlounge, placing herself lower than him.

“Shuck them off then,” Grams said as if there wasn’t anyone else there. I think we all turned away in shock at the same time when Gramps dropped his shorts and exposed his cock. I peeped, though. Enough to see Grams start giving him a head job. That’s something I didn’t think I’d ever see!

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Mum said to Dad, studiously not looking.

“Well I tell you what, Dad wasn’t wrong. I’m starting to ache pretty bad, and I sure wouldn’t mind if you were good enough to do me the same favour. Fuck, do I need to get off.”

“That’s fine for you, you have a wife here, but what about them?” Mum asked him, nodding her head at my brothers.

“They can sort themselves out I’m sure,” he replied with a groan. “Just help me out, please.” Next thing I knew Mum and Dad had left the pool and set themselves up on the other side of the outdoor setting from where Grams was blowing Gramps. I turned around to watch them. Sure enough, Dad stripped out of his swimmers and Mum knelt between his legs and started sucking him.

Grandpa gave a cry of delight and then Grams left him sitting naked in the chair.

“Okay you lot, anyone else need help?” she asked, eyeing off the four men still in the pool.

“Fuck,” Peter said. “I really don’t think I can let my Grandmother do that to me.” I don’t think he meant for Grams to hear him, but she did.

“Oh, don’t be a pussy. Close your eyes and you’ll never know the difference. Hell, with your eyes closed it could easily be Chelsea blowing you, and I’m pretty sure if she offered, you wouldn’t say no to her!” All three of my brothers gave me looks that assured me Grams had taken their measure.

“Fuck it, I hurt so bad I’ll take the offer!” Uncle Stu said, slogging through the pool toward his mother.

“Oh my God, tell me this is not actually happening,” Jeff cried out in shock. Uncle Stu dropped his trunks and I perved on his cock. He was carrying a bit more weight than my Dad and my brothers, probably because he lived alone and ate too much crap, but the construction work kept him in better than average trim. His chest was hairy, and his cock was a nice size. Nothing monstrous, but a good size.

“Just sit down and close your eyes if you like,” Grams said. He sat down and I watched Grams take her younger son’s cock in her hand, stroking it. Stu moaned and let his eyes close and his head tip back. I gasped when Grams actually took him in her mouth and started sucking.

“Hey Chels, do you think you could help me out?” Peter asked me.

“What, like that?!” I exclaimed, indicating where Mum was blowing Dad and Grams was blowing Uncle Stu.

“Even just a hand-job?” he moaned. He really did look like he was in pain.

I looked all around the yard. Can I really do that for my brother? He does look really desperate. “A hand job then,” I agreed. I had him strip out of his swimmers and sit on the edge of the pool, his erection pointing toward the sky.

“Me next?” Jeff begged, stripping off and climbing up beside him. As you could expect, I soon had all three of my brothers sitting naked on the side of the pool sporting throbbing erections and looking at me expectantly. I took hold of Peter’s cock and started stroking him. It wasn’t like it was my first time or anything, just my first with family. Pretty much as soon as I’d turned 18, I’d started experimenting. Grabbing my brother was a bit different though. I heard a cry from over under the shaded area where all the older people were, and I looked over to see Grams standing up and wiping man cream off her mouth. Uncle Stu was laying back, looking pretty satisfied.

“I never ever thought I’d say this, but you give great head, Mum,” Uncle Stu laughed.

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” Grams boasted as she made her way back to the pool. She was in good shape for her age. She’d always been a runner and had taken up swimming once she started to complain she’d worn her knees out. She was thicker in the body than Mum, but she was still quite slim, considering her age. As she walked toward us, she slipped her one-piece swimsuit off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. I was almost unshockable by that point, so I managed to accept the sight of her topless without issue even as I tugged on Peter’s cock. All the boys were gawking at Grams.

“Geez Grandma, not shy are you?” Jeff laughed. Her tits sagged, but it wasn’t like they were down to her knees or anything!

“I learned a long time ago that shy didn’t get me what I wanted in life, so no, grandson, I am most certainly not shy. Now do you want some help with that?”

“Um, I can wait for Chelsea,” Jeff suggested.

“Hey, they’re your balls, don’t complain to me if they burst like little blue water balloons. Come on Chelsea, you’re not really helping him at all like that. Do it like you mean it, so the poor boy gets some actual relief.”

“What?” I asked, completely shocked by the suggestion.

“Suck his cock girl, either that or get out the way and let me do it.”

“Oh God, go on Chels, do it for me?” Peter begged. I was pretty sure he was scared of my letting Grams take over and I was tempted to let her, but I was pretty horny just from stroking him and having my other two brothers sitting on either side of me with permanent erections, waiting for me to do something about it. I glanced at each of my brothers and then decided to go for it. I sucked Peter’s cock between my lips, sliding them down over his shaft, and draping my tongue around it. Peter groaned in pleasure and I set to sucking him properly, wanting him to cum.

“What about you Bill, you want some help?” Grams asked after he uttered a loud moan.

“Fuck, okay, as long as it stops hurting so much.”

“Here, focus on these if it helps,” Grandma said and pulled my bikini off my tits.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Oh shush, it’s a shame to hide those girls away, so just show them off and help your brother out,” she admonished me, so I shrugged and went back to sucking Peter.

“Yeah Chels, like that, fuck yes,” Peter cried out just before he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his spunk just as I heard Dad wail out a cry of ecstasy as well.

“Fuck please Chels, do me now? Jeff begged me. Grams had Bill deep in her mouth and was slurping up and down on his erection happily. I heard movement in the water and looked over to see Dad, Mum and Uncle Stu returning into the pool and moving in close to where we were at the edge.

“This is so perverted,” Mum commented as I took Jeff’s cock in my mouth and started sucking him to try and relieve him.

“Yeah, well it is that,” Dad agreed. “God, does this Viagra ever wear off? I’m still rock hard. If it doesn’t go down soon, I’m going to be in pain all over again.”

“You got that right,” Uncle Stu agreed, I can’t remember being so hard so soon after cumming since I was like 18!

“Well I’m kind of busy, but if you want, you can always stick it in me,” Grandma offered.

“What?” Dad and Uncle Stu both yelped at the same time.

“Just offering,” Grams said, between sucks of Bill’s cock. “Or you could always let Jenny help him out.”

“What do you think Phil, should I help your brother out with his exploding balls?” Mum asked.

“Seems a bit extreme,” Dad suggested.

“So does having my nuts blow up,” Stu complained.

“I’ll just give him a quick head job to help him out,” Mum suggested.

“Fuck, one time only though, yeah?” Dad declared.

“Sure thing,” Both Mum and Uncle Stu agreed distractedly before heading out of the pool and back to the table.

“Oh fuck, Grams!” Bill called out, shooting his load in her mouth. “Who knew you gave such amazing head?”

“Your Grandfather,” she replied with a laugh, wiping a stray bit of his cum back into her mouth.

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The day that changed my life forever began just like any other sunny, warm May morning. I saw my husband off to work after breakfast, did the usual household chores, had a shower and sat down to watch some daytime T.V. I reflected on what a happy lifestyle my husband, John, and I shared. We’re both in our mid-twenties, have a nice house, some good friends, no kids (yet) and enjoy all the benefits that his decent salary brings. I was roused from my reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see my Dad in the porch, since we had arranged to go to the golf driving range that morning. But I guess my daydreaming had taken up more time than I realised. He came in and waited for me to get dressed for my practice lesson. I’m not very sporty but at least golf allows you to be awful and still enjoy a good walk. Besides, it gets so boring staying at home all day and John doesn’t like me working, so this gives me a nice break.

Dad drove us the few miles to the golf course. Mum was at work but he had the day off and I think he liked the idea of teaching his youngest daughter to play the game he loves so much. I found a nice quiet stall away from the other learners, so that no one could see the terrible shots I hit, while Dad went to buy a bucket of practice balls. I started to swing the club to get my muscles loosened up. Although I don’t play too much I keep in good shape with my twice weekly dance classes. John likes to take me out a lot in the evenings and show me off to the world, as he puts it, so it’s important that I keep to a size 8. Dancing and golf help me to keep my figure the way John likes women to be, tall, busty and leggy. I looked up from my stance to see if Dad thought I was addressing the ball correctly only to find that his focus was not exactly where I had expected it to be. To be precise, he was staring directly at my ample cleavage. I admit that a tight fitting, low buttoned top and equally tight shorts may not be the most appropriate attire for the golf course proper, but didn’t feel it was out of place for the driving range. My eyes still hadn’t found his so I said ” Excuse me, but are you going to help me today Dad or just stand staring at my body?”.

When eventually he looked up, his expression was not one of shame or embarrassment at mentally undressing his own daughter, but of sheer, undisguised lust. I was not entirely surprised. I had seen that look on his face before. Often, when we’ve been at family gatherings like weddings or birthdays, I’ve caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I usually wear a short, tight little mini skirt and high heels to occasions like those and sometimes, if I know Mum’s not looking, I’ll give Dad a treat and somehow try to let my skirt ride up even higher . I admit that I get excited when any man lusts over me, even my own father. I can imagine what they’d like do to me if they had me in their power. Anyway, that’s how I normally feel. But today I was angry. Angry because I really wanted to concentrate on getting better at this stupid game. That’s why I said it. That’s why a fantasy turned into a reality. It just came out of my mouth before I even realised what I’d said.

“Look Dad, if you can get me to hit just one ball more than 150 yards, I’ll take off my blouse and bra when we get home and you can have a really good look at them, O.K?”.

“You’re just kidding me” he replied.

“No I’m not, it’s a promise. Honest ” I heard myself say. erotik hikayeler Well wouldn’t you know it. All of a sudden I had my very own dedicated golf pro changing my grip, adjusting my stance, telling me to flex at the knees. Give a man the right incentive and he’ll do anything. Equally unsurprising was that the next ball I hit sailed over the 150 yard marker before it even touched the ground. My fate was sealed. It was hardly worth hitting the few remaining balls, we both had other things on our minds. Dad almost pushed me towards the car. He was making no attempt at any kind of propriety. The drive back to my place was completed in a record ten minutes. All the time I could feel his eyes burning into me. He was about to see his own daughter naked from the waist up, just as I had promised.

We entered through the front door and I locked it behind me. I certainly did not want John coming home early and catching us. Dad went straight into the lounge and shouted for me. ” Not in here Dad, the neighbours might see. Let’s go up to my bedroom” He followed close behind me up the stairs. I could almost feel his breath on my behind and still couldn’t believe what I was about to do. As we entered the bedroom I went over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. I began to have doubts. What if John was to come back.? Dad walked past me and picked up the bedside phone. Then I heard him say ” Hi John, it’s Bill. We still on for that game this Sunday ? Good, see you then buddy” We both knew that it would take my husband at least 90 minutes to get home from his office even if he was to leave early and miss the rush hour. So there was now no backing out. Dad put the light on saying that he wanted to get a really good look at them.

Slowly my hands went to the bottom button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next, and the next. Finally, just the top button was left holding my blouse together. Then I stopped. I told Dad I was worried. He accused me of trying to break my promise. I said I wasn’t worried about him seeing me topless but worried about how turned on I had suddenly become. In fact, I had just realised that the panties I was wearing under my shorts were soaking wet. I also suddenly became aware for the first time just how excited Dad was, and he was making no effort to hide the bulge that had appeared in his trousers. I took a couple of steps towards him. Now I wanted him to see me naked. Teasingly, I undid that final button and slowly opened the blouse to reveal my nicely tanned cleavage in a white, lace trimmed bra. As I slipped the blouse from my shoulders I started to sway to the sexy music I could hear in my head.

Dad was just staring at my body, and I could swear he was salivating. I let my hands caress my tummy, slowly moving them up to the bra fastener at the front. I moved so that I was right in front of him , looked up to his eyes and said: ” Dad, why don’t you undo me ” He licked his lips with a lustful tongue. His hands came up to my bra clasp. He fumbled for a few seconds the way men do with these things, but at last he got it undone. I turned around so that my back faced him. I could feel his dick digging into my shorts. I ordered him to take the straps down from my shoulders. I felt his rough hands on my soft skin as he obeyed my command. Suddenly the bra fell to the floor and I was naked from the waist up. I knew at this point that I wanted things to go further. As a matter of fact I had never felt so randy. I began to wiggle my bottom against Dad’s swelling and ever so slowly turned around to face him.

I used my hands to try and cover as much of my breasts as possible but they’re too big to hide them all. He told me to take my hands away. ” Don’t worry Daddy “, I began, ” you can see as much of me as you like. I’ll be a good little daughter for you. See, I’ve kept my promise “. Ever so slowly I moved my hands away. At the first sight of my nipples, Dad’s bulge seemed to grow even bigger. I caressed my breasts and pushed them up so that they were almost close enough for me to lick them. I had him under my complete control and the power was such a turn on. I told him to give me his hands. He did so without ever taking his eyes from my heaving bosom. I held his palms up to my face and ran my tongue over them. This got his attention as I hoped it would.

” Rub my nipples ” I commanded. I can still remember his hands touch my breasts for the first time and the effect now is the same as it was then. My nipples went so hard and big that they could be used for coat hooks , and it was the first time I ever had an orgasm without a dick in me. I moaned loudly as my body convulsed in pleasure with Dad’s hands mauling my tits till I thought they’d bruise. My knees buckled under me and I collapsed into Dad’s arms. I expected him to hold me up but he placed his big hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel on the floor with my body leaning against the wall and my legs under me.

Roughly, he opened my mouth with two of his short, fat fingers and I knew what was coming next. With his other hand he fumbled at his trouser zip. Eventually, he got it undone and out sprang his enormous weapon. It wasn’t the longest I had ever seen but it certainly was the fattest. Without any concern for me he guided it straight into my open mouth. It was wet with pre cum and this helped me not to gag as he took hold of the side of my head and fucked me in the mouth. My head stopped banging against the wall as I became used to the length of his strokes. He was grunting as his glistening tool slipped easily in and out between my parted red lips. I wondered how long he had fantasised about doing this to his youngest daughter and before the day was to end this question was to be answered. Just as I felt he was about to come he pulled out of me. He took hold of my arm and threw me on my bed. He pulled off my gym shoes and started to tug at the waistband of my shorts.

I raised my hips to help him and before I knew it I was lying completely naked on the bed, and my own Dad hovering over me with desire in his crazed eyes. He took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that my knees were almost touching my face. My wet, swollen pussy lips were gazing up at him. Slowly and gently now, Dad bent down to my love box. At the first touch of his tongue my body racked with delight for a second time. As Dad’s mouth explored my clit and delved inside my wet hole I writhed uncontrollably beneath him. As I bucked for the third time he moved his mouth away.

“Beg your Daddy to fuck you properly you little slut ” he said.

“I’ve been a good girl Daddy, please, please put your dick in me and fuck me till you come ” I pleaded. And I meant it too. I’d never been so horny in all my life. The pleasures of forbidden fruit I guess. The same must have also been true for Dad because he forced his manhood into me with such a power that he almost lifted me off the bed. I doubted that Mum had ever had the fucking he was giving me right now. There was no love involved as he thrust his meat in and out of my tight little box. He held my hands together above my head with one of his while his other one clasped my throat. I wasn’t choking but there was no way that I could have gotten away even if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this ever since you went to that school where they made you wear that sexy little uniform ” Dad began. ” And I know you were raising your short little skirts on purpose you little prick teaser. So now I’m giving you ten years backdated fucking and you’re going to be my own little sex slave from now on.” Well it came as a surprise that Dad had wanted to take me that long ago, but now that he had I was willing to do anything for him. When I told him this it drove him crazy with lust. He lowered his face and his big, fat lips drooled over mine as his tongue found it’s way into my mouth and began it’s exploration. I could taste his saliva but couldn’t swallow because of the lock he had on my neck. Dad’s thrusting became faster and deeper and I felt his knob was going to touch my heart if he wasn’t careful. I tried to scream as yet another orgasm racked through my body, but with his big mouth slobbering over me no noise came out.

After fucking me for ages I felt Dad’s body start to tremble and I could see from the contorted expression on his face that he was seconds away from coming. He ordered me to open my mouth quickly. I obeyed. He wasn’t in the mood to be argued with. At last he withdrew his dick and positioned it above my gaping mouth. I imagined how it looked to him. He had given his daughter the fucking of her life and fulfilled his most secret fantasy to boot. And now he was balanced above her naked, glistening young body with his dick about to explode it’s juices into her inviting sweet mouth. The girl he had bounced on his knee as a baby was about to swallow his semen.

And then with a groan of ecstasy it came. Not in a dribble, the way a man comes when sex is over quickly, but in a thick, forceful stream that indicates sex has been on a man’s mind for a long time. The glutinous, salty liquid hit the back of my throat like it had come from a hosepipe. Dad released his grip on my neck so that I could swallow it. There seemed to be gallons of the stuff, but I took it down almost as quickly as he could produce it. When Dad had squeezed the end of his knob so that the last few drops fell past my lips, only a small residue dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I used my now free fingers to give his dick one final grasp and pushed the cum from around my lips and onto my tongue. Then, slowly I licked them dry. He stood up and looked down upon his exhausted daughter.

“From now on, I’ll take you whenever I want. You’ll do what I say, wear what I want you to wear and fuck who I tell you to fuck. Do you understand ?”. ” Yes Dad ” I replied “I’ll always be your obedient little girl” With that, he wiped his dick on my discarded panties, threw them on my breasts and left.

That was a few years ago. Since then I’ve been his sex slave and toy. I’ve done things that would disgust most people, but they make me so horny that I think I must be a depraved ,wanton slut. Maybe I’ll tell you some of them another time.

The moral of the story is this: For all you fathers reading this, maybe your daughter would like to take up golf. And for any girls who have been excited by my story ( and what girl hasn’t fantasised about sex with her father ) a little encouragement pays dividends.

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The following is the second part of two of the “Crazy Weekend” chapters, and the fifth part overall of the “A Crazy” series. If you haven’t read those, I strongly suggest you do before reading this continuation. If you are up to date, please enjoy.

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My father had me pinned to the deck. His hands holding mine to the bow to hold me down as he impaled his manhood into my clam. My father’s strapping and athletic naked body covered mine as we fucked at the front of the boat. With each powerful thrust I felt complete ecstasy overtake me, and an incredible orgasm welled up inside me. I was very close. As I looked my father into the eyes I noticed the sun that had been behind him was replaced by a very large shadow. My father continued to plow me when I heard a very loud horn blow, and we both jumped up.

Directly behind the boat and only yards away was a tremendous ship, a cruise ship! With my arms I tried my best to cover my naked body, but it didn’t do much good. That’s when I noticed her. Way up on the rail of the deck of the ship stood many people looking down on us, none of them looked happy, and the one in the middle looked the most menacing. It was my mother.

She seemed surprisingly close for being about 200 feet up or so, and she yelled down at me from above. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!” she screamed.

“MOM!” I cried in panic, “I CAN EXPLAIN!”

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU DO WITH YOUR WEEKEND!” she hollered.

“MOM, IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!” is all I could say in defense.

“NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?” she laughed with an evil grin. “YOU’RE FUCKING YOUR FATHER!!!”

“IT’S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS…”I began to say, when I noticed the woman next to my mother. It was Renee!! She was on the ship and was dressing in a long dress reminiscent to the late 1800’s. She looked down on me with a dissaproving scowl, and just shook her head as in disgust. I noticed that everyone at the rail was doing it.

“YOU ARE A SLUT MELISSA ABIGAIL KIELY!!” she shouted using my whole name.

I felt horrible and totally exposed, unlike anything every before. I wanted to die, but the biggest shock was yet to come. I turned to my father for support or defense but suddenly he wasn’t there! I was all alone on the boat, naked.

I saw my father amongst the others on the rail of the ship, standing in a shirt and tie with Kristen beside him also in an old dress. Both of them looked upset with me, and then my father spoke. He didn’t yell like my mother because he doesn’t raise his voice, still I heard him all the same.

“You’re a slut Melissa,” he said.

I jolted up in a cold sweat as I made to scream for forgiveness, but instead of seeing the ship above me, I only saw the dark ceiling. A quick glance to my right made my nerves relax, and I was glad I didn’t scream. Beside me lay my father and Kristen, both of them were completely naked and they were fast asleep in a partial embrace. I looked to my left and found nothing but messy sheets.

Where’s Renee? I thought as I made to get off the bed.

I checked the small bathroom in the cabin, but it was empty with the lights off. The dark interior of the cabin told me that it wasn’t quite time to get up yet. I noticed the clock on the microwave oven in the mini-kitchen area, it read 4:05.

I got nervous because the stairs to the above deck were closed. Where could she have gone? I asked myself as I inspected the latch on the door above the stairs, it was undone.

Opening the latch I quietly made my way up to the top deck as I began to wonder if the entire experience was a dream. Perhaps Renee never even came with us on the boat. I couldn’t imagine a dream being so vivid, but the nightmare I had just awoken from had seemed quite real. The moisture between my legs was enough to prove that I actually was indeed close to an orgasm before I woke.

Stepping onto the dark deck on the boat, I saw nothing but blackness beyond the rail. It was a bit intimidating at first, but as I turned my head I noticed Renee at the rear. She was sitting down facing the ocean with her back to me. Her legs folded Indian style on a spread out beach towel, and her hands resting on her thighs. She was naked.

As I approached her from behind, still nude myself I realized that she was apparently meditating or something. I quietly walked around her hoping she would notice me, but she didn’t because her eyes were closed. I stood there for a minute just looking at her. She was amazingly beautiful, and her hot body shimmered in the moonlight. Her breasts were perky and looked as if they belonged on a 17 year old body. Her tight belly revealed a perfectly oval belly button, which was several inches above a perfectly shaved line of reddish brown pubic hair, leading to her pussy.

I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, so instead I just sat beside her. When I plopped myself on the towel to her left, she apparently felt a pull in the towel and opened her eyes.

“Hey!” she said a bit surprised. “What are you doing up?”

I smiled and said, “Shouldn’t I be asking that question?”

She laughed a bit and ensest sikiş hikayeleri smiled, “Fair enough,” she said. “This helps me relax, and I thought this was probably the most peaceful place I could try it.”

“I’m sorry to have bothered you then,” I said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I was basically done anyway,” she said.

“So where do you usually meditate?” I asked her.

“Usually at my house, in my living room, not nearly as beautiful as this,” she said looking out onto the dark ocean.

“Are you usually naked when you do it?” I said grinning slightly.

“Sometimes, but not always,” she said. “You don’t have to be without clothes to relax, though after yesterday I’m not so sure about that anymore,” she chuckled as I laughed too.

I was going to make a comment based on her last sentence, try to talk about the previous day and all the amazing things that became of it. How we had spent the day sunbathing naked on the boat in the presence of my father, her boyfriend, and how we capped off the evening having an incredible incestuous fourway with him. There was so much I wanted to talk to her about, but at the moment I decided not to bring it up.

As we sat there in silence she leaned back on her arms and looked up at the night sky. “Aren’t the stars beautiful?” she said.

Looking up I witnessed an amazing sight. The night sky was littered with thousands upon thousands of bright stars. Several twinkling in various colors it seemed, and even the faintest ones were visible. It was absolutely gorgeous, and I realized it wasn’t the moon that was lighting her body, but the stars alone, the moon wasn’t out.

“It’s breathtaking,” I said quietly as we gazed at the stars together for a few minutes.

There was a cool breeze blowing across my body from the ocean, and the feeling was invigorating. When Renee spoke again, I wasn’t expecting her proposal.

“I feel like taking a dip,” she said as if poolside at a hotel somewhere during the day.

“Um…now?” I asked unsure of what she meant.

“Yeah, why not? The water looks so refreshing,” she said again with a smile.

I didn’t quite see the same invitation from the ocean this time, the luminous surface appeared to me like an endless inky sea, more menacing than refreshing. I wasn’t sure if I had seen too many movies, or if it was something I learned in some text book, but I partially recalled hearing something about the dangers of swimming in the ocean at night. Apparently the school teacher wasn’t as concerned as I was with it, and another look at her made me keep my opinion to myself.

“You really want to?” I said with a hint of a smile.

“It won’t be long, just a few minutes, like yesterday,” she said with a lustful grin on her face.

I didn’t have to ponder my decision any longer. Quickly remembering her comment yesterday afternoon, about me not kissing her as I had with Kristen was enough for me to make up my mind.

“After you,” I said with a devilish smile as well.

Apparently unconcerned with waking the others, Renee dove head first off the back of the boat, her beautiful naked body was swallowed by the inky waters. I followed her immediately and as I jumped off feet first, feeling the chilly ocean water submerge me.

When I came to the surface Renee was right by my side. I could barely make out her face in the starlight, her slick wet hair partially covering her eyes as she made her way closer to me. Before I could say anything Renee had embraced me. As I felt her arms wrap around me, I met her lips with mine and invited her sweet tongue into my mouth.

We kissed passionately in the black ocean for what seemed like an hour. I could feel her hands on my breasts below the surface, and I put one of mine on her ass. I could feel her kicking her legs as we treaded, still making out like lovers that hadn’t seen each other in years.

The ocean suddenly didn’t seem nearly as cold as it had moments prior, and as I felt Renee’s fingers find my pussy lips, I lost all fear of anything. My hand found her jewel below the water, and I tried my best to work in a finger or two as I tried to keep my head above the water.

It was definitely awkward, but I was into it as we fucked each other in the ocean. Renee broke our kiss finally and began kissing my neck as she worked her fingers in me, adding a third. Her free hand was behind me, holding us together. When she kissed my neck I began to moan, in disbelief of how unreal it was. Renee dipped her head below the surface and I could feel her mouth on my nipples.

“Oh my God,” I said aloud to nobody listening.

I had already been close from my crazy dream, so Renee didn’t have to work too hard to get me over the edge. Within minutes of her reappearance at my lips once more, I felt myself bubbling over, and I screamed in delight as I added more fluid to the ocean.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Renee kissed me again.

It was amazing. It felt as if we were two mermaids out in the middle of the ocean making love. It was unlike any sex I had ever had.

Suddenly realizing our floating fuck had drifted us, I said, “Oh shit!” and laughed as we saw the boat was about 20 to 25 feet away!

Renee and I swam side by side to catch the boat, and once we reached it I had no strength left to continue the escapade in the water.

“Let’s get up there, ” I whispered to her.

One by one, Renee and I climbed on the back of the boat, me going first and then helping her up.

As soon as we got on the deck I put my arms around her and brought her back down to the deck. Climbing on top of her I kissed her passionately as my hands squeezed her beautiful baseball sized breasts. After about a minute of wild tongue kissing, I licked her lips and continued my lick down her neck and onto her chest. Tasting all the saltwater on her body as I went.

I rolled my tongue over her erect nipples and sucked each one like a pacifier. “Ummmmmmmmmm…” Renee moaned in approval. After giving each tit individual attention I worked my way onto her belly button and gave it a good lick as well, before moving down to her strip, and eventually her jewel.

When I got between her legs I could smell the incredibly sweet scent of her pussy, and I gave it a hungry lick.

“Ohhhhh!” Renee wailed.

I took both her legs in my hands, and burled my tongue between her lips. My tongue found her clit immediately as I flicked it.

“Ohhh my God,” she cried.

I continued to eat her, mashing my face into her rose as much as I possibly could.

I felt her nails on my back as she continued to call out to the heavens. I felt her dam open, and I swallowed everything that came flooding out.

As Renee’s convulsions of pleasure ceased, I finally came up for air, my mouth soaked in her juices.

“Melissa, you’re amazing,” Renee said breathlessly as she took me in another deep passionate kiss, tasting her own delicious cum on my lips.

We collapsed on the deck together and just laid there motionless for several minutes after that. Both of us having probably the most amazing lesbian sex we had ever encountered, and probably the strangest place I had ever done it.

I couldn’t think of anything but Renee at the moment, and how amazing she was. It was the first time, and probably the only time I had ever felt jealous of my father. He had found an amazing lover. And although Kristen was equally amazing, the moment belonged to Renee, and for the twenty minutes or so that we made love in the ocean, I was in love with her.

Now with her naked body in my arms as we lay together on the back of the boat, I felt another feeling of complete paradise.

Before I knew it Renee and I had dozed off. I sat up startled at how amazingly colder it now seemed, and I lightly shuck her awake.

“Let’s go back down, ” I said quietly. She said nothing but just nodded, apparently exhausted from the swimming and the sex.

As we dried off with the towel, we made our way back down below deck and locked the latch. In the bedroom we found Kristen spread eagle on her stomach, taking up most of the bed. Renee and I decided to sleep in the pullout originally meant for Kristen and I.

Climbing beneath the sheets and cuddling up with my father’s girlfriend, I found myself saying something, something I usually only said to Kristen and my father, “I love you.”

I wasn’t sure how she’d react to it, but she just gave me a tired smile and said, “I love you too hun,” and she kissed my lips. We both fell back asleep almost immediately.

~~~

When I opened my eyes I saw Kristen in the kitchen preparing breakfast, she was still naked. I sat up and looked at her as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright light pouring in the cabin from above.

“Oh, well good morning sleeping beauty!” she said smiling. “So did you two sleep walk over there last night, or is there something new you want to tell me?”

I looked to my right and saw Renee’s beautiful naked body sleeping beside me. I smiled and said, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Sure, sure,” she said with a naughty grin.

Over the next several minutes I woke Renee, and to my disappointment, she put on her pair of denim shorts and a white tee she had packed with a silver butterfly on it. I didn’t complain that she felt a bit uncomfortable eating breakfast naked, so I threw on the red spaghetti strap tee I had, and my shorts. Kristen didn’t want to dress, and just wrapped herself in a towel as we sa in the area where the converted bed was after we closed it. My dad had come down briefly to eat, and he too was wearing shorts and a light blue tee shirt. As we sat, Kristen’s towel fell to reveal her tits, and she didn’t bother to cover them.

“So what time are we going back to shore?” I asked.

“Well I think we’re headed in that direction now, at least I think your dad said that,” Kristen said.

“What time do we have to have the boat back by?” I asked with another question, wondering if today would anything like the day before.

“I’m not sure, but I think around noon or something,” Renee said.

Our breakfast was very subdued, and despite Kristen’s being topless, it was probably the only time on the entire voyage that sex wasn’t on my mind, and it didn’t seem to be on Renee’s either. Kristen however, looked ready to go.

After breakfast we went up top and I was a bit upset when I saw that it wasn’t the sun that was brightening the cabin, but just a bright overcast day. The sun was well hidden behind the clouds, and in fact it felt as if it would rain.

“I think we’re going to head back early,” my dad said. “There’s a fifty percent chance of showers, but judging by these skies, it looks more likely,” he said.

I was bummed out, having really been looking forward to another day of nude sunbathing.

As we hung out on deck, watching the shore appear in the distance we remained dressed. Only Kristen remained nude, trying to get some rays in the back of the boat, insisting that the sun wasn’t necessary for a tan. After about another 20 minutes we started to feel rain drops, and Kristen finally gave up and went below to put something on. She emerged minutes later in the clothes she had boarded with, same as me, only without our bikinis on underneath. None of us had brought a bra on the trip.

As the rain got heavier none of us went for cover. We wanted to keep my father company as the deck got slippery, despite his demands for us to go below where it was safer. The rain had drenched the shirts we wore, and before long it was quite easy to make out Renee’s nipples through her shirt, same for Kristen. My red shirt hid my nipples a bit better than their white ones. Only a few hundred yards away, I could see the marina where we rented the boat, and I knew with the way we looked, the man at the marina would definitely have a nice treat.

When my father pulled the boat into the dock, two young guys rushed out in the rain to meet us and help tie the boat to the pier. We got our stuff together and the guys helped us off the boat. Their eyes were glued to our shirts.

“Have a nice time?” one of the guys said to me as he took my hand and helped me off.

“Wonderful, you have no idea,” I said with a flirtatious smile.

I knew he really had no idea, and if he thought the most filthiest he could, he would probably only come close. The thought almost made me laugh as we ran to the car in the downpour.

In the car on the way back to the house nobody really spoke much. I’m not sure why, but I could tell the atmosphere was a bit bizarre. While on the boat it seemed like there were no rules, and we spent most of the time naked. Many things had happened at sea, and now that we were back on land and heading back home, it was obvious that things would no longer be the same with my father and his girlfriend.

When we left they were simply dating, and he shared a deep secret with his daughter and her girlfriend. Now, only 30 hours or so later, so much had changed. Not only was the secret out, but we had all had sex with one another, several times. I don’t think my father knew how to handle it now that we were coming home, and his silence almost confirmed it. I was quite sure Renee was thinking the same thing.

During the ride I also thought of the bad dream I had about my mother. I wasn’t sure what it meant, or why I had had it. I knew the relationship I was engaged in with my father, and now with his lover, was probably very wrong. I couldn’t begin to imagine how my mother would react if she ever found out. I somehow thought her reaction in my dream was probably the best case scenario.

As for what I was called in the dream, it bothered me. I knew I could probably be fairly considered a slut, although I didn’t like to look at myself that way. I know I gave myself sexually not only to my best friend, and my father. But fucking my father’s girlfriend definitely didn’t make me seem like the angelic type. Although it was just a word, I wasn’t sure I liked being called it.

When we got back to the house the rain was still coming down as we ran into the house.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.

Kristen quickly said, “I’ll join you.” This time unlike the last when we had joked about it, Renee and my dad didn’t find it humorous, and my father simply said, “OK, just make sure you don’t leave your clothes on the floor.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted Kristen to join me this time again, but not for the same reasons as last time. I wanted one of us to stay out to try and listen to any conversation that might take place between my father and Renee. I knew Renee had a wonderful time on the boat, she proved to me that her experiment with us and my dad wasn’t a fluke when she nearly attacked me in the ocean in the middle of the night.

I just feared the same thing I always fear after an exciting night of sex with my father. I feared he would come to his senses, and put an end to it. For sure he couldn’t allow this to continue happening if he was going to have a serious relationship with Renee. Perhaps a serious relationship was in jeopardy now for them. Maybe Renee would only want to have fun, or worse, dump my father for me! I knew I was probably over thinking things like I always do, they don’t call me the worrier for nothing, but stranger things have happened.

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It was Thursday afternoon Sophie and I were in the living room talking about our sexual encounter earlier in the day. “That was my first fuck in over a year.” Said Sophie.

“That was my first ever fuck and I fucking loved it, I was beginning to think I’d never get laid, but you were the best teacher I could have ever had, thank you sis, I’ll never forget today.”

“I’ll never forget it either Paul, and just remember we must keep this secret, I’m happy to help you in any way I can. But please don’t tell Lynn that we fucked, she bullies me too but nobody sees it and I feel she controls me.”

“Well Sophie, let’s turn things around and let her think she is bullying and controlling us but in reality we can work together and control her.”

“Yes, let’s do it. I can’t wait.”

Sophie sat next to me and hugged me tightly. “Thank you so much brother, I’ve wanted help to sort Lynn out for a long time but didn’t know who could help me.”

“You’re welcome sis, I’d do anything for you.”

Sophie was laid on her back with her head in my lap, I was stroking her hair as we chatted. “Can I kiss you Sophie.” I asked.

“Yes, of course you can, any time you want to kiss me just do it, in fact just treat me as a girlfriend when we’re alone.”

Sophie put her arms around my neck and I held her in my arms and we spent about an hour just kissing. “You’re getting really good at it now, I’m really turned on.” Said Sophie.

“I’m turned on too, and I love the way you kiss me, you’re a great teacher.”

Sophie went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I followed her and she stood at the sink looking out of the window, I realised for the first time what a great arse she had as she stood there in her tight jeans, I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist pressing my cock against that perfect round arse. “Your hair smells lovely.” I Said to her.

I kissed the back of her neck and she said “oh Paul, I love that don’t stop.”

I moved my hands up her body and held her boobs as I kissed her neck, Sophie put her hands around her back and grabbed my hard cock, stroking it up and down through my shorts. I left one hand on her boobs and put the other one on her bulging camel toe sliding my fingers up and down her slit. “Let’s go to bed, I want you.”

I took Sophie’s hand and led her upstairs, I was about to turn to go into my bedroom then I remembered the hidden camera in Sophie’s room so I took her into her own room. I started to hurriedly rip my clothes off and Sophie removed her clothes with the same haste, within seconds we were facing each other stark naked, I pulled her to me and kissed her, my hard cock was pressed against her pussy and her boobs pressed against my chest, holding and kissing my sister like this maybe wrong, but it felt so right.

“I want you to fuck me this time Sophie, I want engelli seks hikayeleri to know what it’s like to have a girl ride my cock.”

“My pleasure little brother, get on the bed.”

I laid back on the bed and Sophie straddled me, my hard cock was laying flat against my body, Sophie positioned her pussy against my cock and slid up and down the underside of it, I looked down and saw the amazing sight of her pussy lips parted either side of my shaft and her juices soaking my cock as she slid back and forth without actually putting my cock inside her. I saw the head of my cock oozing pre cum as she continued her slide. She then leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, this enabled her clit to rub along my length and I held her swinging tits as she said “I’m going to cum already.”

“Yes, let me feel you cum sis.” I replied.

Sophie gasped and held her breath as her face reddened and her body shook as she cum, I could feel her juices dripping from her and down my cock, balls and all over my groin area. All this and my cock hadn’t even entered her yet.

Sophie regained her breathing reached between her legs and lifted my cock away from my body, she guided it into the entrance to her pussy and slid the full length into herself. She leaned back and put her hands onto my thighs and rode up and down on my cock, her tits gently bounced up and down and I thrust my hips up each time she dropped down onto my length. I reached forward and using my thumb I rubbed her clit fast and within seconds Sophie screamed and I felt her pussy pulsating on my cock as she sat motionless in orgasm. “That was fucking amazing Paul.”

I pulled Sophie down on top of me and felt her great tits against my chest, “kiss me.” I said, we kissed passionately as she moved very gently on my cock, I was desperate to cum so I thrust my cock into her furiously and my cum shot deep inside her pussy, the head of my cock was so tender and I grabbed Sophie’s hips as she sat back up to keep her from moving on my throbbing aching cock head. Sophie raised her pussy up my shaft and stopped on the head of my cock, I watched as my cum emptied from her pussy and slid real slow down my shaft, it sat in a pool at the base of my cock, she then slid down my shaft once more and the pool of cum squashed between her pubic mound and my pubes. Eventually Sophie moved and fall on the bed exhausted, I laid there too, equally breathless and soaked in our combined cum. We looked at each other smiling, “this is amazing Sophie, I hope it never stops.”

“I agree, its so naughty but I love it.

“Me too, i want to discover everything about sex with you, teach me everything you know.”

“I’ve only had sex with one man before you brother, so we need to learn together.”

Later in the day we were talking about Lynn, “she’s going to be so angry if she finds out about us.” Said Sophie.

“We wont tell her sis, she’ll never find out. But we mustn’t let her bully either of us again. Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, She’s been with him for about eight months.”

“If we could install a hidden camera we could blackmail her.”

“But, where would we get one?”

“They’re easy enough to get hold of, they come disguised as many things, I once saw one hidden in a pen, ill get one of those.”

I already had a pinhole camera pen that contained a usb memory stick but didn’t want Sophie to know, so I told her I’d ordered it and it would arrive the following day. I didn’t want Sophie to find out about the clock, so I decided to keep it a secret.

Later that evening we were sat on the sofa watching a movie before bed time, i was sat one end of the sofa and Sophie was laying against me with her feet up, I had my arm around her back and she had her hand on my leg. I stroked down from her back and reached her arse, I loved how her arse felt in my hand and just stroked it gently. Inevitably my cock started to harden and it wasn’t long before Sophie felt it against her arm. “Ooh you naughty boy, is my arse turning you on?”

“Yes, come with me I want to do something.”

I took Sophie upstairs but this time I took her into my room, “strip off and get into my bed.”

Sophie got into my bed as I’d asked, I stripped naked and got in beside her, I laid on my side propped up on one arm, Sophie was laid on her back next to me. The room was dimly lit and warm, I reached out and felt Sophie’s face I stroked it and turned her slightly towards me, I then kissed her gently and with more passion than previously. I caressed her boobs as we continued to kiss, her nipples hardened between my fingers. I continued down and reached Sophie’s pussy, I realised straight away that she was wet, I eased her legs apart and got between them, my hard cock touched the wet opening and I pushed my cock into her. I laid on top of Sophie and kissed her again, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me into her as we kissed, then she put her lags around my waist and dug her heels into my back and gently thrusted her hips upward to meet my own thrusts. Our tongues danced in each others mouth as we kissed non stop, my hard cock continued to slowly slide in and out of Sophie’s wet pussy until she broke off our kiss, “I’m going to cum Paul, cum with me.” She whispered in my ear.

She grabbed my head and we kissed once more as my cock pumped spurts of cum into her pulsating pussy. “I love you Sophie, you’re so beautiful and sexy and an amazing lover.” I said.

“I love you too Paul.”

This was different from our earlier sex sessions, they were fucking, this was making love. Fucking is amazing but making love takes it to a different level and I wanted more of it. With the bedside light now on I could see tears in Sophie’s eyes, “whats the matter sis?”

“This will all end soon, and I don’t want it to.”

“I’m sure that if we’re careful and keep it a secret we can continue as long as we want to, if we’re both happy then let’s enjoy each other.”

“Ok, you’re right let’s enjoy it while we can.”

Sophie then went to get showered and return to her own bedroom. About an hour later there was a knock on my door, and Sophie walked in and said “will you come and sleep in my bed with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Yes, I’d love to.”

We got into Sophie’s bed and cuddled, The next thing I knew it was morning and the sun was shining through the gap in the curtains. The previous days exertions had taken its toll and we had both slept soundly all night.

We had all day today to be alone, then Lynn was coming on Saturday morning to stay for the weekend. We’d had an amazing day of sex yesterday and I hoped today would be equally amazing. We had done many things yesterday but I’d noticed Sophie had hardly touched my cock. I’d kissed, licked and sucked her boobs, I’d kissed, licked and sucked her pussy too but my cock was neglected. I asked Sophie “have you ever sucked a cock?”

“No, I’ve hardly ever touched one either, I’m too nervous as I’m not sure what to do.”

“Would you like me to help you?”

“Yes, okay then, but you will have to tell me what to do as I don’t want to hurt you.”

We went to Sophie’s bedroom and I stripped naked and laid down on her bed, my soft cock laying on my thigh, Sophie sat on the bed and said “where do I start?”

I took her hand and placed it on my cock, “pick it up and hold it.” I said to her.

I then showed her how I liked to be stroked, she soon had the hang of it and it hardened in her hand. She pulled back the foreskin covering my cocks head and it was already dripping with pre cum. “Use that pre cum as a lube and stroke it all over my cock, and use your other hand and play with my balls. Mmmmm thats it, that’s perfect sis, just do what feels right to you.”

“I actually like how it feels in my hand, is it ok to suck it?” Said Sophie.

Before I had the chance to reply her lips were on my cock, this was a first for me too and it felt amazing. Sophie licked, kissed and sucked on my hard wet cock and I desperately wanted to cum, “I’m going to cum Sophie, take it out of your mouth if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth.”

Sophie lifted her head from my cock just as my first jet of cum spewed upwards, the next few spurts quickly followed and there was an almighty mess, sophie continued stroking my cock using my cum as a lube and it felt different from when I masturbate, but it was great, much more satisfying than when I do it.

In just a couple of days Sophie and I had learned so much from each other and given each other a lot of sexual satisfaction. But tomorrow Lynn would be back and this time Sophie and I would be ready for her.

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Subject: That Was Unexpected / Part 01 / Gay / Male / Beginnings That Was Unexpected” Copyright 2021 ail Welcome to my latest story. It’s been a while. Note: this prologue may contain spoilers! This is a period piece love story featuring two main characters in their early twenties. Unlike my other stories, this writing is much shorter and features limited “sex scenes.” It remains true to the basic signature promise found in all of my writings. Where contextual clarification may be needed, a set of [ ] provides relevant information. The characters are all based on real people but “the names have been changed to protect the innocent.” There are real places intermingled with fictitious constructs necessary for the story. Grammarians may notice that I frequently shift the tense. It reads better that way; and this isn’t an English Lit assignment. Although that would be an interesting idea… I do claim responsibility for all typos! Thank you for reading…. ——————————————— Oklahoma is sure as hell no place to live if you’re young and gay. Okay… Maybe today it’s bearable. Possibly. In the state’s two largest cities: Tulsa and Oklahoma City. Now. Let’s step back a few years. Okay. A LOT of years. To the 1970s. It sure wasn’t bearable then. Being a gay boy in Oklahoma was something you kept to yourself. Unless you wanted to get beaten up all the time or face massive societal derision. “A long time ago….” Ah yes…. Oklahoma….!!! I think the state was created out of land that Texass (sic) didn’t want. Being no fan of the Lone Star State, that’s another story for a different day. If Texass is the “Big Empty,” then Oklahoma is, and always will be, “the land that time forgot.” Fishing, football and hunting. That pretty much sums up the recreational opportunities. I guess the obligatory background information is required. My name is Randy Martin. Nothing very impressive about me; at least from my perspective. At age twenty I stood an unimpressive 5’9″ tall and weighed a whopping 130 pounds soaking wet. Which, with the oppressively high humidity in Oklahoma, is quite often. My hair is dirty brown, cut in a bowl shape with bangs that sweep down to my eyebrows, and my eyes are emerald green. Just an average baby boomer, the product of the stereotypical nuclear family of the era. Dad was the “lord and master” of our little group of three. We (Mom and I) were just serfs in his “kingdom.” Dad had a singular talent. Despite serving as a pilot in the Air Force during World War II and Korea, he managed to squander that government-supplied training and ended up working in retailing all of his life. He apparently earned a decent salary. We had a comfortable life. I never wanted for anything, really, except for someone to care about me. Despite the many assurances from Mom that I was a “planned” child, I grew up in a very solitary existence. Dad was always working, while Mom just seemed to be a fixture in the background. Oh…My Father’s talent? …..It was losing jobs. One after the other. That resulted in moving. A lot. I was born in the North East, but at age two, Dad got fired again so we headed West. Which was pretty much 95% of the country… I never did know “the plan;” or if he even had one. We stopped in the Mid West; Missouri, to be exact, to visit with his family. A decade later, after spending a long and futile effort of trying to sell army surplus junk and fishing lures out of an old converted gas station on a highway between NoWhere and NoPlace, we moved. And moved again. And again. It was during this time that, as I approached age twelve, my nuts dropped and things started to grow. During that process, it dawned on me that girls didn’t interest me at all. But boys sure did! The wet dreams I started having every night resulted in my sexual awakening. That moment didn’t go unnoticed by others…. Little books about “Changes in Your Body” began showing up in my room every few months. That “betrayal” by my body (all those stained bed sheets and underwear!), ushered in my only “formal” sex education. After all, it WAS the sixties. Sex didn’t exist. Or at least it was kept hidden, always bubbling under the surface. Everyone was assumed to be “straight.” No room for “queers!” Those little books didn’t even mention that! We moved again one more time in 1970, right before my Senior year in high school. Which sucked. I mean… I had spent three years in a small, jerkwater town in Missouri and I finally made some friends. This last move was different. Dad somehow managed to land a job in a place that didn’t roll up the sidewalks and close down at sunset. Tulsa was my newest home. It wasn’t all a bed of roses. Starting a new school in your senior year was beyond cruel. Everyone there was already in their little cliques. They were all saying their goodbyes to each other in anticipation of going away to college or whatever…. I kind of remained in the shadows… The big day came and I was free! Graduating 23rd in my class! All I wanted was out. I skipped my graduation ceremony – no cap and gown bullshit for me – picked up my diploma in the office and never looked back. “You have to go to college!” That’s what my parents kept telling me. Well, it was a good way to avoid the draft, so I enrolled in a private university at the “outrageous” cost of $500 per semester. After two years I dropped out. I hated it. Just like high school. Same fucking subjects over again. Besides, I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. I was still pretty much of a loner. Gay, VERY lonely and EXTREMELY horny. Oh yeah…all of the time!! As far as I knew, I might be the only gay boy in Oklahoma. It was kind of like a cruel joke. I mean… Tulsa was HUGE compared to the other places we had lived. I figured my chances of finding someone like me would be much easier. Still very naive, I had no idea how to make that happen. Dad was still selling fishing tackle and other sporting goods. I ended up working for him in a big retail store. Kind of like Kmart or Target… That was almost like eating at a smorgasbord buffet every day! Remember what I said about Oklahoma? Fishing and hunting? Yeah! Lots of Fathers brought their sons with them into the store for an indoctrination into that Oklahoma “Way of Life,” and there I was. My eager eyes saw a lot! I didn’t care about the Dads; It was the boys. Levis, Wranglers, The Gap jeans or some other similar knock offs were standard fare. Guys weren’t body shamed at all. Most wore jeans that conformed to the shapes of their growing bodies. Yes. THOSE shapes included! And then there were the cutoffs…. Short and frayed. Amazing how everything didn’t come tumbling out… I kept my eyes glued just in case! Working behind the main sales counter, I had a ringside view. I also became a master in the art of bullshittery…. by selling GUNS. Now…guns don’t interest me. I didn’t own one then. I never hunted. I’m not a “gun nut,” like there are today. Like I said, this is Oklahoma. Hunting country. I became a “pro” at selling every firearm in our considerable inventory. You might wonder where I gained my firearms knowledge. Easy. I read the sales brochures and perused any of the number of hunting magazines we sold to the public. I could discuss the pros and cons of each type of firearm, different calibers, weights of bullets and types of shot. Endlessly. Making sale after sale. All the while keeping my eyes tuned to the quite frequent appearance of a cute boy or boys in attendance with their Dad. Nothing happened. Except we exceed sales goals for every month in that department. Largely because of me. Away from work, there was no change. I was very lonely. Ever since I finally figured out that I was “different,” my mind rationalized things very neatly. “I’ll just find a boyfriend and live happily ever after,” I thought. Sure….. Right before the roof fell in, I bought a 1972 Chevrolet Camaro. It was my first new car and I loved it. A 350 cubic inch V8 with an automatic transmission. AIR CONDITIONING so those hideous Oklahoma summer days were a thing of the past. It was my salvation. I could escape and take road trips. Lots of them. All over Northeastern Oklahoma. I quickly discovered there wasn’t much worth seeing. I mentioned the roof falling in. Yes. It did. Dad lost his job. Again. At the time, I had no clue why. Later as I grew older and figured things out, it came to my realization that our little family was very dysfunctional. Instead of being the all-American Dad, he was really cold and aloof. Despite claiming to want a son, he quickly gave up on me after trying – and failing – to get me interested in things like football, basketball, baseball and fishing. You know, Oklahoma things. They didn’t interest me at all. He even tried GOLF. When I was ten years old. Really? He must have wondered what kind of a son he had… So you might be asking, why did I end up working for him? That was largely at Mom’s insistence after I quit school. I think I kind of “redeemed” myself in his eyes when he saw how I could easily sell a top of the line Browning shotgun to a reluctant customer. Anyway, this time when the roof fell in, it was a total collapse. Starting with Dad losing his job. Not because he fucked up. No, his department exceeded all sales goals. It was something much more basic. The management hated him. Because he ignored their directives. Even though he was successful, that didn’t matter. Welcome to corporate America! When he was fired, I quit. Why? Because I knew my days there were very limited. That wasn’t the biggest problem, though. Oh no! Remember I mentioned that “dysfunction” thing? It finally caused our little nuclear family to completely melt down. Mom and Dad argued a lot. All the time for as long as I can remember. Now the volcano was finally exploding. It turns out Dad had been cheating on Mom. More than once. Apparently his continued absence from home wasn’t all work related. He was engaging in some “extracurricular activities.” Rather than being apologetic about it, Dad was almost arrogant. She kicked him out of the house. I started looking for new work. The first logical possibility was going to work for one of our competitors. I probably could have landed a job at any one of them. Very easily. Nope. I didn’t want to work in retailing anymore. It turns out I was born at just the right time. Dad always crowed about Tulsa being known as “The Oil Capital of the World.” Don’t ask me the fuck why! There weren’t any (producing) oil wells for a hundred miles in any direction. To make up for that glaring omission, Tulsa had something else. A favorite among the locals. Situated on the 21st Street entrance to the Tulsa State Fairgrounds. Right off, my mind started playing games. Just when did Tulsa become a state? Or was it planning on seceding from the rest of the state? That might not have been a bad idea. Any time I asked the local “natives” about this, all I got was stern looks… But wait! I can’t stop there! Guarding the entrance to the Fairgrounds was a hideous statue that must have been… I don’t know…. seventy feet tall. The “natives” called it “The Golden Driller.” It was a steel, concrete and plaster reproduction of an oil field worker. With one arm resting on an oil derrick. At last! I found ONE oil well in the “Oil Capital of the World.” Except, like the “Driller,” it was fake too. Every time I passed “The Golden Driller,” it brought back scary memories from one of my favorite science fiction movies, “The Day The Earth Stood Still.” The Driller reminded me of Gort. Waiting to unleash his death ray on passing cars and people. I wasn’t scared. If Michael Rennie didn’t show up, I knew the magic words, “Klaatu barada nikto.” Tulsa was safe in my hands! A more perverted side of me always got a cheap thrill standing under Gort…er…. “The Golden Driller.” Looking straight up presented a perfect crotch shot. Either the Driller had a very small “package,” or he was wearing the biggest jock strap ever! He did have nice abs, though… Such is Tulsa. A place so barren, in a state so void of natural scenery, that they had to create something for people to see. There may not have been any real oil wells, but lots of big companies had offices there. I scored a direct hit and went to work in the Blueprint Department for ATCO – The American Tank Company. No. Not “tanks” like the ones you see in war movies. Pressure vessels. Huge storage tanks. In fact, they built complete oil refineries. After all, in 1973 the infamous “Arab Oil Embargo” had started. Hint: I eventually found out there was really no such thing. But that’s another story. Anyway, ATCO was HUGE. Three thousand employees in their Tulsa office, which was the headquarters. Plants in three or four other cities as well. This was a time when a person could easily leave high school, get a good union job and make a shitload of money. My job wasn’t union; those were at the assembly plant on the edge of town. Instead I worked in a high rise office. Air conditioned and very nice. Windows that looked out over the dreary, flat landscape that is Tulsa. None of that mattered. The real scenery was inside. My life had just changed forever! Charles Spinner, a man in his early 40s, conducted my final interview after I passed through the Personnel Department. His office, and the Blueprint Department, were part of Publications and located on the Twelfth floor of the building. “We have two floors of draftsmen below us, and one above,” he told me; “They are cranking out new plans on a daily basis. Our job is to fulfill shop orders calling for these plans. It’s a very simple job but there’s ensest seks hikayeleri a lot of work. He paused, eyeing me carefully, “Do you mind working overtime?” “No!” I chirped. That answer made Mr. Spinner smile. I was hired immediately! “We start every morning at 7:30,” Charles told me, “And stop at 5:30.” He smiled. “Rarely do we actually STOP at that time…..” “I’m ready to go, sir!” I said. He smiled again. “Great! There are some guys about your age working in the Department. You’ll get along just fine!” I couldn’t wait! As soon as I got home, I told Mom. She was overjoyed. “Look at all the benefits I get! Two weeks vacation after a year; ten sick days a year; TWELVE holidays! Some kind of health care and stuff…. I probably won’t need that!” “You never know, dear! I’m glad you managed to get on with such a big company…. You might be able to work there for twenty years and get a nice pension when you retire….!” she laughed, “I know that seems like long ways off now but….!” The next morning I was ready to go! Mom had packed me some sandwiches and an apple. I jumped in my car and headed off to work. Mr. Spinner greeted me and gave the grand tour, starting with the library. A HUGE room with stacks and stacks of horizontal files. “This is where we keep our blueprint masters. You will be making copies from them!” he said. I shivered as we walked through the room. Charles noticed and laughed. “It’s always between 65 and 68 degrees in here with a relative humidity no higher than 30%,” he explained, “To preserve all the documents.” “Oh!” I replied, “Even in the winter?” “Yes. 365 days a year,” he said as we walked up to a desk where a matronly lady was shuffling through files. “Eloise, This is Randy Martin, our new blueprint operator,” he said. She greeted me with a warm smile. “And this is her assistant, Rhonda!” Rhonda was about my age… who knows… I mean… I don’t look my age at all. At twenty, I still looked like a teenager! By any standard, Rhonda was cute. If girls had turned me on, she would have done the trick. Out into the production area, next was Bob, an older man who also ran blueprints. “Bob will show you the ropes,” Spinner said. We greeted each other and shook hands. Next was Gregory Hart. He looked to be about my age; a little shorter and a LOT tubbier! Spinner never really explained Gregory’s job. I didn’t ask. I really didn’t care… The jaw dropping section came next as we rounded a corner. There was another large room filled with what I guessed to be duplicating equipment. Spinner introduced me to Timothy Cole. My cock lurched in my jeans. Standing at about 5’6″, 135 pounds, brown hair parted down the middle, brown eyes, a tight, well defined body with a cute nose and Levis that hugged him just right! He casually eyed me and shook my hand. “Tim’s job is to produce shop order documentation,” Spinner said. I had no idea what that meant. My throat was dry from looking, but trying not to be obvious, at the cute boy I had just met. Spinner moved on to the next work area. “This is Mark Ellis!” he said. I looked up…. Yes, UP…. at the young man standing in front of me. My heart was pounding. I wondered if anyone heard it… Mark towered over me at 6′ 4″ ….. I felt like a midget standing in front of him! His body was perfectly proportioned; maybe 165 pounds…. Blondish/ginger hair also parted down the middle and bright green eyes. He smiled; it was radiant. Then came the handshake. I noticed right away that he had HUGE hands and a very firm grip. “Howdy!” he exclaimed. The “Okie Twang” hit me like an aphrodisiac! It’s not like the inflection you hear in the South. It’s more of a soft drawl that I heard many times while working for my Dad. I hated it then. All I could think of was “hillbilly!” Maybe it was because I heard it from so many old men. When Mark spoke, all of a sudden it sounded like the voice of an angel. Not that I have any idea what an angel sounds like. Or if they are even real. Except they MUST be real because I was looking at one! The more he talked, the more it turned me on. That soft drawl and unique enunciation of certain words was….the biggest turn on I ever experienced in my life. Fortunately I spent the morning with Bob. He was very nice, very instructive and very patient with me as I learned my new job. And he was certainly no threat to my overstimulated libido! Lunch time came and I watched as Mark opened a huge grocery bag and pulled out multiple plastic containers. He headed off to places unknown while I pulled out my PB he stared at me before turning away. “Look…. I’m not going to judge you for anything you say. I feel like I know you better than anyone else at work….!” (Or anywhere for that matter, but I wasn’t going to say that). “He… He….!” Mark stammered. I thought that was cute; but at the same time I could see he was really conflicted. “He thinks he’s so cool!” Mark said softly. “Big deal! I think he’s a dick!” Mark chuckled. “He wears those leather jackets and rides a motorcycle and…. he has some super fast car that he built himself…. He knows all about cars.. I mean, everything!” “So the fuck what?” I barked. Mark laughed again. I think hearing language like that was almost foreign to him. Not cursing wasn’t a religious prohibition for him. Based on things he told me, his family wasn’t particularly religious at all. Which made me very happy because I wasn’t either. I think he was simply a really genuine, nice and very kind person. “What ….” Mark started to ask, “What kind of music do you like?” “Oh…. Top 40…. I mean rock and roll…. And soul and… well…. anything but country and western,” I said. He smiled at that last part of my answer. “Do you… DID you ever hear the song,  Smiling Faces?'” “The Undisputed Truth? Fuck yeah! I love it!” He grinned at me again. “Well… That song is HIM. He’ll be your friend to your face, but behind your back he’ll…!” “No shit? You mean he’s two-faced?” “Fuck yes!” Mark barked, then he turned beet red. “It’s okay! No one heard you but me!” I laughed. Then he laughed too. “He thinks he’s so cool. He went to a trade school and he’s only working in our department so he can end up moving into Drafting. He runs with a pretty fast crowd that cruises Brookside [a part of the city where teenagers and young adults gathered to show off their cars while trying to impress the girls] and…. he’s always bragging about his latest….!” Mark stopped and looked at me. I felt uncertainty in his eyes. “His latest FUCK?” I said, hoping I had guessed him correctly. He nodded. I had been right. “So what does that have to do with you?” “I don’t know why but I …don’t measure up to his …. what ever he looks for in people. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to move into drafting. Or I don’t have a hot rod or ride a motorcycle. But when I first met him here he was okay. We got along fine. We even went to lunch like you and I do….!” I was instantly jealous….. “But when I saw him down on Brookside one Saturday he acted like…. Like he didn’t even know me,” Mark explained. “That’s bullshit!” I growled. “And I found out… kind of through other people, that he cut me down to his friends…. He calls me  Zipper’ and  Scarecrow….!'” My blood started to boil. “WHY? Because you’re taller than he is…. Or what?” Mark looked at the ground. “I don’t know. Rhonda also told me about him. I guess they went out together a couple of times. She said he’s so stuck on himself… I guess he judges everyone by his own standard of perfection.” I was about to explode. Part of me wanted to find Timothy and beat the shit out of him even though I had never been in a fight in my life. “I… I….. !” I stuttered, “You’re not missing anything by not having him as a friend. The loss is all HIS!” I wondered if I had gone too far. Mark digested what I had said. He straightened up, stared into my eyes and smiled. “Thanks,” he said softly. I told him I’d like to kick Timothy’s ass. “Don’t. He’s pretty tough. Besides, you’re better than that!” Now it was my turn. I looked into Mark’s green eyes and felt something charge through my body. Like electricity. Only much more erotic! “Thanks!” I said back to him, “At least now I understand. He’s one person I don’t need to know at all!!” “I better be going,” he said, “Don’t forget…Tomorrow is payday. Your first! And don’t bring a lunch!” he said. “I’m buying this time!” I said. He shot me the cutest, toothiest grin ever. The next day… “WOW!” I said to myself as Mr. Spinner handed out the payroll checks. It was a lot! Much more money than I had ever earned in my life. Having ten hours guaranteed overtime every two weeks AND the extra hours on top of that pushed the net pay through the roof. Well, that’s how it looked compared to my last job! Mark must have seen the shock on my face. “I told you!” he laughed. He hadn’t been exaggerating! As the weeks went by, I saw my checking account swelling in size. Of course, I still lived at home and working 60-70 hours a week didn’t give me a lot of time to spend much of it. I did manage to double up on my car payments. And after about a month I started looking for an apartment. The scene at home between Mom and Dad was intense. He kept trying to come back, and for some reason she kept saying yes. Then they would fight again or he would stay out all night… I thought about that. When (being overly optimistic there!) I finally get my boy friend, it would have to be just him and me. I’m not into the idea of sharing my body with lots of guys. Not if I supposedly had someone at home …. but what am I saying? So far at the age of twenty, my only “lover” is my left hand! With my long hours, it was difficult but I finally found a really nice apartment. A one bedroom furnished in a four-plex. It had LOTS of room and even a small fenced patio (ground floor) with utilities paid. For only $90 a month! [2021 equivalency $551] Since it was furnished, all I had to do was move in my clothes, my new stereo gear (something else I upgraded with my earnings) and other stuff and I was ready. On my own at last! Over the weeks I decorated my place to try and reflect the real “me.” Whatever that is… Now there was some kind of equilibrium to my life. Except that living alone kind of heightened my overall solitary existence. Work was fine. Mark was so close yet so far away. I finally figured out that he probably isn’t gay. Just a friendly country-style boy. Naturally part of my brain would keep making me flip that decision! We kept our payday lunch dates where I watched him pack away enough food for ten people. I took road trips when I could. Although there was a new complication there…. Long rides combined with the vibration from the engine and the pavement gave me very painful boners. So much that, more than once, I jizzed right in my jeans! I did finally get a chance to see what Mark had meant about Timothy. It happened over Thanksgiving 1973. The plant was closed for Thursday and Friday, so we all got a four day weekend. Mark took three days off that week and suddenly I felt alone at work. That’s when out of the blue, after working there for months, Tim started talking to me. He seemed nice enough but there was an underlying cockiness to his attitude. He did know a lot about cars. And motorcycles. All kinds of typical “guy” things. He talked about his string of girl friends. Slowly he started working Mark into the conversation. “Don’t take everything he says for granted.” “Why not?” “Are you kidding? He doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does.” “I never noticed that,” I replied, “Everything he has told me seems to be correct… I mean he’s never lied to me ….!” “Oh…..! He doesn’t lie. He just makes shit up. To sound like he has an answer for everything.” “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” “And he’s goofy looking. Like a string bean. Or a fucking scarecrow!” I bristled at those words… “….Wearing those stupid [baseball] hats all the time. And that cornpone accent…!” Mark did like to wear a baseball cap. I thought they made him look even cuter…. “He’s not a  scarecrow!'” I replied. “Fuck…. what do you see when you look at him? A tall, goofy string bean…! With that bright red HAIR!!” “You’re being very judgmental,” I snapped. Timothy stared at me. “You actually think Mark is COOL? Like a NORMAL guy?” “I’m not even sure what that means! But I know he’s very nice! And he never cuts down other people…..!” I hesitated, “BEHIND THEIR BACKS!” He stared at me. “I don’t believe it! You actually think he’s okay?” “Yes. I do… And stop criticizing him when he’s not here. If you have something to say to him, say it to his face!” Timothy turned beet red. “Of course you won’t do that. Because it’s easier to do what you do. And besides, Mark could break you in two like a pretzel!” Timothy laughed. “Oh yeah?” He flexed an arm and I admit he did have some nice biceps. “He’d never mess with this!” “Fine. Now. Unless you have something nice to say about anyone… Leave me alone!” The conversation ended. But there was more. That Saturday evening I was gassing up the Camaro at a station down on Brookside. It was a packed night with lots of teenagers and young adults showing off their cars. Typical male fluffing. While at the pump, a souped-up red 1970 Chevelle pulled in. Out stepped Timothy. Inside was a girl in the front seat and a couple in the rear. Timothy was all decked out in nice snug jeans that looked like they were painted on his young, agile body. A form fitting pullover shirt and warm jacket framed his tight torso. While we gassed up our cars, he stared directly at me. And said nothing. Finishing up, he paid and walked back to his car. “Le’s go,” he said as he turned briefly to look at me, “Nothing but losers around here!” Firing up his car, he peeled out of the gas station parking lot. I didn’t tell Mark about any of what had happened. After Thanksgiving he was back at work and I felt warm and fuzzy inside. That feeling quickly gave way to another nagging, familiar, perpetual one between my legs. “I’m going to end up an old maid!” I sighed. While partaking of my brief college experience, I learned about a bar downtown that supposedly catered to gays. One dark chilly December night I went searching for it. A small dumpy looking establishment with a pink triangle in the window marked the spot. [the pink triangle dates back to WWII and Nazi Germany. It also was the defacto gay symbol until replaced by the rainbow flag] I must have walked by the front door a hundred times before I left. Being only twenty years old, it never dawned on me until later that I probably would have been denied entrance. My exploration wasn’t over… I also learned at college about a nearby park. I easily found it… There were some heavily wooded areas and concrete sidewalks meandering into the dark; all punctuated by a few dim lights. Screwing up my courage, I walked into the darkness. It felt like hundreds of eyes were watching me, although the chilly evening probably made that unlikely. I found a brick building that had a restroom and some benches outside. Sitting down, I asked myself, “What am I doing here?” Deep in thought, I only vaguely noticed a shape pass by and enter the facility. Gradually I realized I had to take a piss. “At least here’s a bathroom,” I thought. Not thinking about anything other than emptying my bladder, I entered the dimly lit facility. Unbuttoning my Levis, I fished out my cock and cut loose with a heavy stream. I took no notice of the stall next to me. Or the two feet under the divider that signified that it was occupied. Why would I? I had just seen someone enter before me… Everything seemed perfectly normal to a person as completely clueless as myself. After what seemed like “the great flood,” I shook off my cock and started to tuck it back into my jeans. “No! A voice whispered. I froze. “Put it through the hole!” At first that meant nothing to me until I glanced down and saw it. Two fingers were beckoning at the opening. I looked around. There was no one else present. My body trembled in fear and anticipation. Slowly I fished my limp cock out and poked it through the opening. I might have been naive and sexually inexperienced but my cock knew what was happening. It was my first blow job. My first sexual contact with another male! In less time than it takes to draw a breath, my dick was rock hard. I felt it throbbing as a warm mouth easily swallowed the entire length. Small moans escaped my lips. Suddenly I didn’t notice the coldness of the fetid, foul restroom. Thrusting my body flat against the stall wall, I pushed as hard as I could. My little ass cheeks tightened as my pelvis kept pressing into the steel partition, which screamed in protest against my savage assault. Whomever was on the other side of the wall knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue washed the length of my cock and swirled around its mushroom shaped head. “OHHHH!” I moaned. The mouth responded by doubling its attack on my aching hard prick. My head dropped backwards as I stared up into the dimly lit room. That’s when I saw HIM! It was Mark! Sadly, it was only an illusion created by my mind….. I imagined him driving me towards a thunderous ejaculation. His cute boyish face; those eyes; the perfect teeth. He smiled as he serviced my steely hard rod. That was all it took. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” I panted as the first volley of cum came firing out of my cock. The person on the other side choked and gagged as more and more of my jizz flooded his throat. The stall divider creaked in continued protest under the repeated assault by my slim body. “OHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” I groaned as my cum kept drowning the unknown person who had taken my virginity. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the flood of cum tapered off and I pulled back slightly. There were more coughs and hacking as I felt cool air strike my still aching boner. “You have a very nice cock!” “Thanks,” I said in a quavering voice. “Do you always cum like that?” I thought for a moment. How to respond? I had no way to compare. Like every high school boy, I had covertly spied on my fellow students in the Phys Ed locker room while taking a shower after class activities. There were cocks of all sizes; some as tiny as a noodle, and others that looked like long thick pieces of sausage. Naturally they were all limp. That made me always wonder: What did those hefty soft ones look like when they woke up? And of course there was NO way to determine how any of them performed “under fire!” “Yeah…..!” I muttered. “We better get out of here before someone shows up…!” the person said. The more I heard his voice, the younger he sounded…. “You’re still hard!” he added. “I know,” I said softly, “One more time….. please!” There was no answer. No audible reply. Instead I felt that warm mouth devouring my cock again. It actually took me less time to shoot my second wad than it did the first! I saw him again. In my mind. Mark. That was all it took before I was again feeding the eager throat milking my cock on a cold December night in 1973. After finishing with my “partner,” I withdrew my STILL hard cock and tried to shove it back into my tight jeans. Looking down, I saw the outline of my prick straining against the denim fabric. The sight turned me on! Not knowing the proper “etiquette” for the situation, I uttered a quick “Thanks” and left the building. “Bye!” I heard a small voice call out behind me. In the cold night, I headed off the concrete sidewalk and into the bushes. Hidden from view, I waited. And watched. I wanted to know who had stolen my innocence. The answer came quickly enough! I pressed into the shadows as a very thin, delicate young boy left the concrete building. “WOW!” I thought to myself, “How old IS he?” My mind played with numbers as the boy quickly disappeared into the darkness. The drive home on the Broken Arrow Expressway almost caused me to jizz in my jeans. My mind was exploding over what had happened My first blow job! I had no idea it could feel so great! A trail of discarded clothes led from the front door of my apartment to the bedroom. Once home and naked, I leaped onto my bed and rolled over on my back. My cock jutted up into the air; it swayed back and forth like an angry cobra. Streams of clear white juice cascaded down its shaft. Grabbing hold, I softly squeezed it and more dick honey bubbled out of a wide, gaping piss slit. I started jacking off. Not slowly or gently. No. I began whipping my cock until my hand was a blur. The sound of my nuts slapping against my thighs was clearly audible. Faster and harder I went. My balls started churning. Roiling. Broiling. There came that familiar feeling. Something was starting to rise towards the end of my aching bone. My thin body arched upwards; I felt my butthole tighten up. “YEAH!! YEAH!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” I cried. A massive wad of cum shot out of my cock. My body bucked and thrashed, making the bed springs scream in protest. Once free of my cock, the cum sprayed out like a sprinkler. Some rained back down on me while more flew off in all directions. “Splat…. splat…..splat…..!” Jizz was striking the wall above the headboard!! My cum has always been…. at least since high school, thick, creamy and white. Like tapioca pudding. Now there was “pudding” everywhere in my bedroom. The pungent smell of sex hung heavyily as my orgasm tapered off. I could hear and feel my heart beating like a drum. It took only seconds for me to fall asleep. That next morning, the events from last night caught up with me. After finishing myself off again – a mandatory part of my daily ritual (even more so since I first laid eyes on Mark), I started cleaning up the bedroom. And thinking. I had lost my virginity. Yeah! But where? And with whom? In a dirty park bathroom? That wasn’t how I envisioned my first time. The elation from last night started to turn into depression. My mood was compounded by the realization that while dumping my load in some kid’s mouth, I had been dreaming that it was Mark. I went back to work and tried to act normal. It was more difficult than before. Every time I let my mind wander and I looked in Mark’s direction, my cock began to bone up. December flew by. It was a short work month because the plants – all ATCO facilities – closed down for Christmas. That news really didn’t excite me. It meant I would be home alone for eleven days! Oh, we got paid for the hours. No overtime, of course, but it was the loneliness I was dreading. During lunch Mark told me his family was having relatives visit for the holidays. Great! No chance of me hanging around with him then! Not that it even had been a remote possibility anyway… In fact, Mark and I never saw each other away from work. That only convinced me even more that while I was falling in love with him, from his perspective, I was just a friend. Why does shit like this happen? On the last day of work before the holidays, at quitting time, Mark met me at my car in the parking lot. “Hey! I tried to catch you but….you got away!” he laughed, “You move really fast!” I evaded him because I didn’t want to say goodbye for the long upcoming break. “Sorry,” I said. Opening his car, he reached in and pulled out a paper bag. “What….?” I started to ask. “For you. For Christmas!” he said. Damn! That toothy grin and his “Okie” twang made my cock stir. I peeked in the bag. There was a present, all wrapped with a bow in cheerful holiday paper. There was no disguising what it was. Large, squarish and flat. “I bet it’s an album,” I hooted. Mark blushed. He looked SO cute. I tried to will my cock to behave. Just then Timothy roared by in his Chevelle. “Asshole!” I barked. Mark laughed. I felt like an asshole as well….. I hadn’t bought Mark anything. I hadn’t expected anything from him… I tried to apologize. “You don’t have to,” he said, cutting me off, “I did this because I wanted to!” What the fuck did he mean by THAT? No one else at work gave me anything. Well, Mr. Spinner gave us all Christmas cards, thanking us for our hard work, but that was it. I was determined to not let this gift go unreturned. “A month of buffet lunches,” I blurted out, “As many as you want!” Mark smiled again. I felt my body start to weaken. “Okay! Deal!” He chirped. Then came the sad part. We had to go our own ways. My eyes started to tear up as I watched his white Challenger leave the parking lot. The Christmas holiday sucked. I decorated my apartment with ornaments, lights and a tree. Mom came to see it. We exchanged gifts and I took her out for lunch a couple of times and dinner as well. Other than her gifts, the space under my tree was barren. Except for Mark’s present. Mom asked me about work. She said she worried about me living all alone. I reminded her that I was a “big boy” now. “But you need to find nice girl friend,” she said. I almost choked on my food. Sure. I want to find someone, spend years with him and then find out he’s been fucking who knows how many people! We avoided talking about Dad. Or what was going on between them. Better to not know than to ruin an already shitty holiday. She loved my apartment. “It just says “YOU!” she laughed. Really? I wondered if my apartment was as lonely as its occupant. I took some road trips over the holiday. Things like driving to Oklahoma City, then turning around and coming back. Or up to Joplin, Missouri. Big waste of time there! Or venturing into Kansas. EWWW!!!! People actually LIVE there? NO more trips to the park! I didn’t even think about it! I wanted someone I could see. Hold. Kiss. Cuddle. Sleep together. Feel his body next to mine. Not just shooting my wad through a hole into an anonymous mouth! I did not want to end up as a gay version of my Dad! I opened Mark’s present last. Mom gave me the standard fare of clothes that I would probably never wear. I knew she meant well…. My fingers trembled as I peeled back the wrapping paper. On the outside was a card, “Merry Christmas for my best friend.” He signed his name. I started crying. WHAT did he mean? He HAD to have other friends! There wasn’t an album inside; there were two! Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” and Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy.” That’s when I finally figured him out. Well, partially. Mark was a listener. A watcher. An observer. He obviously paid attention to his surroundings and what people said. The albums were proof of that. It had been more than a month, while we were talking over lunch, when I mentioned both of them. Only in passing! He had paid attention. He had remembered. I looked at both albums and then REALLY started crying…. The holidays couldn’t end soon enough. On the first day back at work, I gazed at Mark as he bent over to open a case of paper. His ass was so…….perfect! When he straightened up and turned around, I quickly looked away. Had he seen me staring at him? “T…T…Thanks for the albums!” I stammered. He smiled. AGAIN….. those perfect teeth and a goofy grin…… I never tired of seeing both. “You like them…?” “Are you KIDDING! I was amazed that you knew….!” “I try to listen to people when they talk,” he said softly, “Especially to my friends.” There was that work again. “Friend.” “Well I meant what I said. Plan on eating a lot!” I laughed to cover my excitement. I wondered what it would be like to sleep with Mark. To wake up next to him every day? All through January and into February I made good on my promise. In fact I extended it. He tried to protest but I wouldn’t listen. “As long as we go to “all you can eat” places, I’m fine with it!” I laughed. In February and March, things got more confusing. Mark asked me to go out to a movie with him. More than once. We saw some really great films. “Blazing Saddles.” “The Exorcist.” “Magnum Force.” “Westworld.” Every time he paid for both of us. I protested. He just laughed. His smile and grin made me fold like that proverbial cheap suit. I reciprocated and bought him dinner after each movie. We talked. About nothing serious. Work. Music. Movies. Light, airy topics. I was being drawn into him like moth to a flame. If I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, it might have occurred to me that this was his way of trying to connect with me. He might have been trying to tell me, “Take it to the next step.” I was SO clueless!! The “movie dates” slowly trickled away. In retrospect I suppose he thought that he had tried and nothing happened. We were still “friends” but back to the level before the holidays. My wanderlust was overpowering me. Oklahoma played itself out on the first day I moved here. It actually went back further than that, to when I was sitting in the school library in my sophomore year. That was in Missouri. It was in the middle of winter. A gale was blowing outside. The temperature never rose above twenty degrees all day long, and it snowed. And snowed. Fate had it that I picked up a book on the desert Southwest and started reading. About the Sonoran, Mojave and Chihuahuan Deserts. Where the sun ruled and it seldom rained. It was warm. No snow. No ice storms like Oklahoma had all the time. No humidity that made you drown while breathing. That was for me! I put in for my vacation. I had ten days available, and took them all. My last work day would be May 24th, and I wouldn’t be due back until June 11th. “I’m taking the ultimate road trip,” I told Mr. Spinner. He laughed and said, “Enjoy. And be careful!” As the 24th approached, Mark became more withdrawn. “So you’re going on a big trip!” he said quietly. I could sense a …. sadness….. in his voice. “YEAH! I’m heading to El Paso, then into Arizona through Tucson and Phoenix, over to Los Angeles, then back here through Albuquerque!” “That’s a long trip!” he said. I noticed the change in his attitude….again. “Yeah! I’ve always wanted to see the Southwest!” “You’re going all by yourself?” I thought that was a strange question. “Yes!” “Be sure and have your car checked over before you leave. Make sure you have a good spare tire!” He actually cared about me! “I can send some postcards…!” I laughed. “Okay…!” “Give me your address then!” He looked surprised. Then I realized he was thinking about me sending postcards to work… Hastily he wrote down his address. “It won’t be the same without you here,” he said softly. My heart ached. Why did he have to say THAT? The 24th arrived. At the end of the day, we met in the parking lot. Mark seemed almost lifeless. His usual effervescent energy level was completely missing. “Be careful,” he said. “I will!” “Don’t take any chances!” “Me?” I laughed. “Drive safely!” “I will!” Just like that, we were gone. What can I say about my trip? It was spectacular! I saw all the cities on my list. Unfortunately I didn’t get to visit Juarez while in El Paso, but otherwise it was a blast! Los Angeles was very intimidating. So many people and cars! I saw all types of different races and ethnic groups. That was new for me. Tulsa remained a very segregated and racially divided city. Even in 1974. Admiral Boulevard was like the dividing line. South of Admiral, the neighborhoods were almost all white. Tulsa also had a dirty little “secret” that was seldom discussed. It had been the sight of a terrible race riot in 1921. Los Angeles changed all of that! It felt cosmopolitan! What am I saying? It IS cosmopolitan! I managed to go to Knotts Berry Farm, Griffith Observatory, Disneyland, Marineland, Universal Studios and even to the beach. The trip was completely uneventful. My car performed just fine. It never occurred to me how a twenty year old “twink” managed to travel three thousand miles and not have one sexual encounter…..!!!!! I sent postcards. Lots of them. To work AND to Mark. I didn’t say anything dumb to him like “Wish you were here.” I felt like that would be rubbing it in. I just wrote short notes telling him what I had done or seen. And I took pictures, LOTS of them. I couldn’t wait to get them developed. They would tell the story about my trip!! My trip ended one day early so I would have time to do laundry and take my pictures in for developing. On June 11th there I was, back at work. Everyone was glad to see me. All my postcards were tacked to the bulletin board in the front office. During the day some of my coworkers would ask me about what I had seen and done. Timothy didn’t seem to give a shit! That was fine with me. Even the “teacher’s pet,” Gregory, seemed engaged and animated about my experience. He told me he always wanted to do something like that only instead going to New York City. “No thanks! Too cold for me!” I laughed. When I first saw Mark, my heart skipped a beat. Several beats, in fact…. He looked even better than before… “I’m glad you made it back okay!” he said softly. “Thanks!” “Sounds like you had a lot of fun!” “I did!” He lowered his voice, “Thanks for all the postcards!” I smiled and nodded. “I would love to do something like that some day!” he said. That would have been my vision of perfection; having him with me for all those days….. I wondered what, if any, hidden meaning was in his statement. Over the month of June, I talked incessantly about my trip. It had been a big event for a sheltered, small town boy in 1974… July came and it was another blistering Tulsa summer. The weather was hot, humid and thunderstorms rolled in every few days. Needless to say, there was no change between Mark and me…. I thought about the Saguaro cactus. The clear, blue skies. The beautiful sunsets. I made my decision. Oklahoma sucked. There was a whole world out there waiting to be discovered. Then there was Mark. We were going nowhere. Apparently I HAD misread him. He was just a gregarious, overly-friendly straight boy. If he knew I wanted to suck his cock, he’d probably beat me into a coma. Just when I had it all figured out, he invited me out to dinner on my birthday. My mind was starting to short circuit. What was he trying to tell me? DAMN! I wanted to…try…and make him realize……. FUCK! I am such a coward! I dropped a bombshell after dinner…. “I’m leaving ATCO,” I told him. He looked surprised. “You got a better job? That’s GREAT!” “No…. I’m leaving Tulsa. Forever!” He didn’t ask why. I had made my feelings known about Tulsa a long time ago. He had agreed with me on many points…. Of course the OTHER reason I was leaving was…. HIM. If we were going nowhere, why should I continue to torment myself? Better off to end it with a clean break and a fresh start. “Oh!” he said. His normally bright green eyes suddenly looked very sad. “When?” “I’m giving my notice the first Friday in August. Since Mr. Spinner has been so nice to me, I’ll probably work with him and give three weeks or even more if he needs it.” “Oh! That’s very considerate!” After that, our friendship seemed to cool down. A lot. Mark wasn’t rude or unkind. Just aloof. Quiet. A lot of people noticed. Even Timothy could see a difference. August 2nd came and at the end of the day I spoke with Mr. Spinner in his office. He was shocked in a way but not completely surprised. “It was that trip, wasn’t it?” he laughed. “Yes, sir… I have a star to follow…!” He laughed again. The meeting was cordial. He was very appreciative that I was flexible on my end date. My bank account was very healthy. My car was paid off. I had plenty of money to go for a month or two with no job. Mark watched me like a hawk when I went into Mr. Spinner’s office. He knew. It was over. Or soon would be…. As I got into my car after work, he stopped and looked through the open window. “You did it, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I nodded, “Three weeks unless I’m needed longer. “DAMN!” Mark cried. Before I could say anything, he spun around, got in his car and went tearing out of the parking lot. That behavior was nothing like him at all! I cried all the way home! “I HAVE to do it,” I said to myself, “I can’t go on like this forever!” That evening I just sat around my apartment and moped. Looking around at my habitat, I realized it would all soon be gone. I would no longer have Mark, any job or co-workers or a home. I would be completely 100% alone! The tears went on all evening. Even after I showered, I still was crying. Then I saw Mark’s albums and the water works really started. I didn’t even have a picture of him! That was probably for the best… There was a knock at the door around nine-thirty. No one except the paperboy or some occasional salesman ever knocked on my door. Since I lived in a small four-plex, there weren’t too many “peddlers.” I have to admit the paperboy really is cute. Short frayed cutoffs and a cropped T-shirt that showed off his tight abs. He is young. Very young! I contemplated trying to seduce him. What? Me? That was hilarious. I took a pass on the idea. The thought of his Father kicking my ass cooled down those hormones! I peeked through the curtains and my body shivered. Mark’s white Challenger was parked outside. He had NEVER been over to my apartment before. I had given him the address a long time ago; and he certainly had asked enough questions about it at work. He had been listening…. Paying attention to everything I said… A glance in the mirror confirmed that I looked like shit. Crying for hours will do that to you! I threw some water on my face and opened the door. There he stood. So lean and tall. Wearing one of his many baseball caps. There was something radically different this time. I was looking at a Mark I had never seen before! At work he always wore casual denim jeans. Usually from the Gap. He never wore Levis like Timothy. My eyes bugged out as they quickly roamed up and down his 6’4″ frame. A cropped, faded T- shirt highlighted his tan, flat abdomen and broad, square shoulders. The view was even better when I glanced down at his faded, tight Levis 501s. They had that look when the dark blueness is long gone and the fabric has turned to a bleached-out white look. The thin, worn denim was clinging to every contour of his body! Nothing was left to the imagination. There was a large tubular shape pointing down his right thigh. My throat suddenly became as dry as the Sahara Desert. Mark didn’t notice the fact that my eyes were wide as saucers and focused on his package. He was looking down at the ground while his feet nervously fidgeted from side to side. “Hi!” he said in a very sheepish voice. “HI!” I replied, “Come in!” He followed me inside and surveyed the layout. I couldn’t help staring at his ass. It’s shape was perfectly defined in the faded jeans. Once again, I tried to swallow but nothing happened! “This IS nice!” he said, then he looked at me and noticed my bloodshot eyes, “Have you been crying?” “No!” I lied. The look on his face said he didn’t believe me. We toured the rest of my place. He sat down on my king sized bed and bounced on it a couple of times. “Very nice,” he smiled, “So you really are leaving?” “Y-es!” My voice betrayed me by cracking. “Oh!” he said very sadly. I sat down next to him. Very close. Less than an inch separated our thighs. I was nervous as a cat. His scent was overpowering. It was always Dial soap and Breck Shampoo (I recognized both and started using them too!) and either strawberries or lilacs. I don’t know how he managed that! Plus this time there was something else. It was the essence of Mark! Arousing, sensual and mesmerizing; an aphrodisiac I could not resist. My heart pounded like a jackhammer. Weakening…. I felt myself losing control…. Our eyes met. His were such a bright green shade! I shivered inside! That blondish/ginger hair was poking out from under a slightly crooked baseball cap sitting high on his forehead…. It didn’t matter now! No more endless wondering. I quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. My body was electrified and my cock sprang to maximum hardness in about one second. Horrified, I pulled back What had I done? “Mark… Look… I’m sorry…. You can… You can beat the shit out of me if you want… I’m so sorry…! I had no right to….!!!” The tears started. I couldn’t take this any longer. It was like being tortured! Mark; his scent; the way he had dressed today. It was all too much. I closed my wet eyes; silently waiting for the blows that I knew would be coming. He’s strong. Very much so. I had seem him carrying two cases of paper with ease. Like they weighed no more than a handful of feathers. Maybe he would be quick and merciful. I had betrayed our friendship. For what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw the two most beautiful emerald green orbs staring back at me. His face was almost touching mine. “I…..!” I stammered as tears ran down both cheeks. He raised his finger up to my lips and laughed. “Shhhh!” he said softly, “I could never hurt you!” He smiled. “I’d rather do this,” he said, “Something I’ve wanted to do since the day I first met you…!” Slowly and very passionately, he kissed me on my lips!!

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My mate Kevin and I were in the front room going over each other’s efforts to represent on paper a gorgeous and naked twenty-five year old who’d been the latest life model to sit for us – actually, contort herself into all kinds of positions for us – and were getting particularly enthusiastic about one of my sketches where Jane had sat opposite me, leaning backwards with legs slightly apart and looking me straight in the eye, almost daring me to lick my lips at the sight. I’d taken the dare and stared back into her face, not drawing, just taking in her beauty as if considering it, until a small smile had crept into the corners of her mouth. Then with a self-satisfied smile of my own, I’d settled back to begin the drawing. I think it’s called ‘rapport’ with the model. She really was lovely, and it was my good fortune that she’d chosen this one as the last pose for the afternoon, a thirty-minuter where I could go into great detail, as opposed to the other shorter and rougher sketches. Maybe it was an optical illusion because I hadn’t seen her move that whole time, but I certainly had a good view of her pussy lips by the end of the session which I was sure I hadn’t been able to see before. Luckily too, as well as depicting her smile, that had been the last facet of her that I’d concentrated on. Kevin leaned over my shoulder and exclaimed,

“Phew! Kenny, you horny dog, you…!”

He took the paper in both hands, brought it up to his nose and sniffed…

“Jeez, I can almost smell her pussy…!”

Then he brought it down to his waist and started humping himself into it, making lewd, groaning noises…

“Ooh, yeah, that’s it baby, c’mon, c’mon…!”

Laughing, I grabbed it away from him.

“Stop that, you’ll smudge it…if not even worse…”

“Yeah, let me do worse, I wanna leave her a tribute. It’ll be a new thing we’ve invented. We can call it ‘Interactive Art’, or something. People will go wild for it…”

“I think there’s already something by that name – but I do admire your enthusiasm.”

We were both standing there in appreciation of her two-dimensional wantonness when the front door abruptly slammed and I knew we had only a couple of seconds before Mum popped her head round into the front room to greet us. We were quickly throwing the sketches back into their folders and turning back round with innocent looks on our faces when she entered. She stopped. There was a bemused look on her face.

“Alright, you two, what have you been up to?” She crossed her arms. “Gawd, the last time I saw expressions like that was when Kenny was caught with his crayons as a kid, trying to improve the look of his granny’s living-room wall. Come on, own up.”

She cast a glance at the table behind us where part of one of my sketches was still peeking out – a representation of a smoothly contoured female leg with a cutely defined ankle.

She’d let out an ‘Aha…!’ before we’d managed to close ranks and conceal the goods. She prised us apart and reached for the folders. She opened them up and cast casual glances across our efforts.

“So this is what I’m supporting with my hard-earned cash then, is it?” She tutted and threw them back down on the table. “I’ll bet she was good-looking before your artistic efforts got to work on her… Kenny, be a love and make me a cup of coffee would you? I’ve been on my feet all day. Not like this lucky bitch…”

And she flung herself down onto the couch, flicked off her heels and lifted her feet up onto the coffee table, wiggling her stocking-clad toes. As I went out into the kitchen, she was already asking Kevin, whose eyes were fixed on the amount of leg she was exposing, which folder was his, and was asking if maybe she could have a closer look? He must have agreed, I mean, he’d have agreed to anything my mum had asked him, because when I came back in with her steaming mug, she had already become involved and was pointing to something in his work.

“…you see, you’re concentrating too hard on one or two of the elements where you should be looking at the creation as a whole…then when you get to this bit, you see? You’ve got no space left on the page and you’ve had to twist it unnaturally to fit it all in…this part is good…this part is excellent, but the whole thing doesn’t gel because you didn’t consider how they relate to one another…”

Kevin was looking at her appreciatively, and I didn’t know if this was because he fancied her, which I knew he did, or whether he really found what she was telling him to be important.

“Doesn’t your teacher teach you the basics…you know, the geometry of the composition?”

“Uh, no, not really, he just tells us to, like, go with the flow, express our individuality, enjoy the process…uh, that’s crap, isn’t it?”

“Kind of. Look, give me a piece of paper…” She reached into Kevin’s folder and took out a clean sheet. “Pencil.” She held out her hand and Kevin promptly placed a pencil into it. “You’ve got another one as well, a softer one? Maybe a 4B or something?” She took the second pencil as well. “Alright ensest hikayeler then, Kenny, love, go sit over there.” I did so. “Don’t just sit, lounge about like a slob, like you usually do.” Then, hooking up her skirt, crossing her legs and using the folder itself as a support, she started to sketch me. While Kevin peered over her shoulder, either at the work or to try to get a better glimpse down her blouse, I got to see from my low angle that Mum was wearing thigh-high stockings, that a pale fleshy band of her upper thigh was making itself evident between stocking-top and skirt, and that she was wearing white panties. Her eyes flicked rapidly between me and the sheet of paper. I gave my own face a vacant look so she couldn’t tell I was ogling her legs. It worked.

“Look, forget you’re drawing a person, he’s just another object.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“My pleasure. Alright his head’s here, his feet are there, which makes his left arm approximately… here, and his right one… there. Palm here, elbow there, crotch there…right?”

“Right…”

“Wrong. I told you. Look at it geometrically. If his crotch is there, then his left elbow should be approximately just above, not below his waist and out at this kind of angle between head and toe. So let’s adjust that a bit. That’s why we’re using the hard pencil, so we can easily correct mistakes before we get to the finished article where it’s too late. I told you, you’ve got to look at all the bits in relation to one another. You see? I’ve barely been sketching for a minute and we already know how his extremities are going to sit inside the rectangle. Not too small, not too large. Now more detail…”

I think she was unaware that the rocking of her leg with the folder as she explained to Kevin was edging her skirt up even more. I was sure by now that I could detect the darker shade of her pussy enclosed inside the daintily patterned cotton of her workaday knickers. Apparently oblivious to my gaze because she was looking at all parts of me except my eyes, her hand fairly flew across the sheet, darting backwards and forwards as it roughed in the different elements.

“Now the softer pencil, no details yet, just to place the shading…” I think she was talking to herself, she was so engrossed in what she was doing.

“Wow, Mrs. B., that’s amazing…there’s practically no detail at all but I can already see Kenny there…you’re a whiz…!”

“Thanks, Kevin. So you’ve got the idea?”

“Yeah, I think so. I think I’ve just learned more from you in the last few minutes than I’ve learned all this term in class…How come you know all this stuff?”

“Well…” She hesitated, took a sip from her coffee and, “…well, okay then, let’s tell the truth shall we?” She took another sip and placed the cup back on the table. “I was actually an artist’s model myself, way back in my giddy youth…”

In unison we spluttered, “What?!?” “You what???”

That was sufficient to draw my eyes from her pussy up to her lovely face

“I thought you said you were studying Mediaeval History or something, you know, before Dad, you know…?”

“Knocked me up?”

I squirmed slightly. “Umm…yeah.”

“I think that’s probably why he was so intent on knocking me up. He’d eyeballed some of the pictures my famous artist painted of me and it kind of, umm, lit a spark haha…”

“A famous artist?”

“It’s a bit complicated. He wasn’t a famous artist at the time. He is now, though.”

Our looks and open mouths were egging her on.

“Actually you can see a couple of his pictures of me, the ones that gave your dad the hots so much, hanging in the City Art Gallery, and, before you ask, no, I’m not telling you who the artist is or which ones are of me, so you can get that pornographic vision out of your little heads straightaway.”

“But how did this fellow get you to pose? Were you hard-up for cash?”

“What, are you two looking for chat-up lines to get girls to strip off or something?”

“No, no, of course not (ha…!). We were just wondering…”

“Actually if I remember rightly he did have a good line. I was in one of the art galleries standing looking at a mediaeval picture depicting the Muses, each of them topless of course. He was standing next to me and casually said he had this theory that this kind of art was the original version of the Playboy magazine. Because at the time there was very little access to printed material, he reckoned that people in the Church, and royalty and stuff, they got their jollies by commissioning soft-porn works of art like that one. And that it was all accepted as above-board because in theory they were representations of important historical scenes whereas in fact they were just saucy pictures of the neighbor’s daughter who worked in the greengrocer’s round the corner.”

“The original Photoshop. Can I write that one down?”

“Be my guest, but don’t forget you’ve got to deliver the line with a lot of charm…” She smiled.

“Like he did?”

“Well, let’s just say I’d started to pose for him by the time the sun went down.”

Mum was laughing at the memory while we were trying in our own minds to picture the scene. She was craning round in her seat while speaking to Kevin, and this was serving to make the buttons strain at the front of her blouse and her crossed legs to unconsciously loll open even further. I was still lounging in my pose, and my cock was, quite independently, having its own reaction to this and to the thought of Mum strutting her stuff to a perfect stranger. She then resumed her sketching and her glance swept across my crotch, pausing momentarily.

“You see, Kevin,” she turned to him and pointed towards my crotch with her pencil, “that’s why you should always start with a hard-lead. Sometimes you’re forced to make a few alterations in the middle of things…”

Kevin looked across at me and grinned. He knew just what she was referring to.

They laughed together and she continued to sketch for a couple of minutes more before turning the finished piece to show me. Kevin was laughing his head off. She’d given me a cartoon boner.

“Mum…!!”

“What? I work in a hospital, you think I haven’t seen one of those before? Besides, it’s called ‘artistic license’…”

With that, she put the sketch to one side and downed the rest of her coffee. She then stood up and straightened her skirt.

“Okay, I’m going for a shower now. Kenny, set the table. You want to stay and eat with us, Kevin?”

“No thanks, Mrs. B., I’m off to practise some of those tips you’ve given me before I forget. Thanks again!”

“Alright then. Kenny, you put your sketches away as well. I don’t know what happened with that detailed one, but it’s a bit smudged. Is that ‘artistic license’ as well?” She raised one eyebrow with the hint of a smile crossing her lips.

Kevin quickly made good his exit.

So yeah, Mum worked in admin at the hospital. Getting pregnant with me had derailed all thoughts of academic achievement, but she was sufficiently grounded to take it all in her stride. My Dad. Had he done anything other than impregnate Mum that I should give him that name? Because he seemed to flee the scene as soon as it went up the chute, and he never became a significant player in our domestic life after that.

I now realized, after watching Mum sketching away with a smile on her face, that maybe I’d inherited some of her artistic leanings, and I think perhaps with this graphics course I was doing I might be vicariously fulfilling some of her own ambitions. Whatever the case, she certainly didn’t stint when it came to helping me out with my studies. Money was tight but she never made me feel as though I owed her. If anything, she seemed to be proud of me and I wasn’t going to disappoint her.

As we settled down to our tea, I was obviously still intrigued by the revelations of her past, and I kept probing as to who this famous artist might be.

“Wait a minute…Oh no, you didn’t used to weigh around two hundred and eighty pounds and go by the name of ‘Big Sue’ did you?”

She burst out laughing at that one and said that, no, she wasn’t ‘Big Sue’, and anyway that picture was now in private hands and not in a gallery. One of those new Russian oligarchs had bought it and put it up in his bedroom. The perv.

“Well maybe in that case you should tell them that you’re the model from one of those other pictures, and some Russian or Sheik with all his barrels of oil will come and buy you, or rent you, and you can live in luxury the rest of your life? You do deserve it…”

“Oh, I deserve to be hired out like a cheap whore, do I?”

“No, no… I mean you’d be so expensive that…”

“You should think well before finishing that sentence, buster…”

I blushed and took the hint. I closed my mouth.

“Not that I don’t think I couldn’t still impress a few oligarchs…” and she thrust out her expansive bosom and put a dainty hand up to her neck. “You think I’ve still got it?”

” ‘Still got it’?? Mum, you crazy? You’ve got it in spades! Everyone I know…ah, er, maybe that one’s the sentence I shouldn’t finish…”

“Everyone? Does that include Kevin as well? Mmm, I thought he was trying to get an eyeful over my shoulder…” But she didn’t sound angry at all. “Well he’s good-looking, so I’ll take that as a compliment then…”

“Just so you know, Kevin worships the ground you walk on. If ever you need your shoes shined, Kevin’ll be round to lick them for you. Don’t tell him I told you.”

She laughed generously and pushed her chair back from the table.

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“Where to?”

“You’ll see. I know you won’t rest until your curiosity’s been satisfied, so…”

“The art gallery?”

I was instantly on my feet and clearing the pots from the table.

“Just leave ’em, the gallery’ll be closed soon.”

So it was that, half an hour later, we found ourselves strolling in through the grand sweeping doors to the Gallery of Modern Art, an imposing edifice in itself, though looking rather confusingly dated, having been built during Victorian times with a Neo-Gothic façade. While I was getting my bearings, Mum took a hold of my hand and pulled me straight on ahead. She was holding it very tightly, perhaps in apprehension as to how I would react, and she led the two of us, leaning in, shoulder to shoulder, like boyfriend and girlfriend, down a wide corridor towards the Millennial European Artists section.

“I’m just a bit nervous.” She said.

“Oh. Why’s that?”

“Why do you think? Because I’m voluntarily taking you to see a couple of pictures of me naked, that’s why.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay, I mean I’ve seen you naked before.”

She stopped. “When?”

“You remember, that time I was dying for a pee and I rushed into the bathroom, not realizing you were having a shower?”

“Oh yes. But I thought you looked away? And anyway I drew the shower curtain across.”

“Yeah, well, not quickly enough. And I’ve got this great photographic memory. I seem to remember you needed to shave your armpits…”

I winked at her and smiled, nudging her shoulder. She nudged me back, smiling as well, “You dirty beast. Anyway, I got a good look at you as well.”

“What??”

“Well you were in such a hurry you already had it out while rushing through the door. You’ve not got the patent on photographic memories, you know.”

I stopped on the spot, before she pulled me forward again with a “Don’t worry, I was really quite impressed.” It was her turn to smile, and she pulled her tongue out at me.

We made a few lefts, then a couple of rights, and then in the middle of a large white room she brought me to an abrupt halt.

“Close your eyes.”

I did so. She turned me ninety degrees.

“Open them.”

I did so.

My mum was gazing back at me. Naked. And so much larger than life.

A lot younger, but those piercing blue eyes and the way she cocked her head were unmistakable to me. The artist had caught her in a moment of dressing or undressing, and one arm was up and adjusting the hair at the nape of her neck.

“Well?”

I gave it a few seconds before answering.

“You really do have a thing with armpit hair, you know?”

“You!!” She thumped me on the shoulder, then grabbed me by the elbow and slid her other arm around my waist and drew me close. She rested her head on my shoulder and let me continue my appreciation of the work. It was an exquisite piece. You had no choice but to wonder at such a body, but her eyes seemed to follow you as you were doing so, they seemed to know exactly where you were looking and what you were thinking. So you couldn’t disassociate the body from those eyes. It was a weird feeling. If you wanted to try and get to know the woman in this painting, it would have to be on her own terms.

“Mum, it’s magnificent,” she squeezed my waist, “but you made it easy for the artist.”

“How?”

“Well you handed him all the raw materials on a plate.” She squeezed again.

She said, “You know he painted the Queen as well later on, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. But she’s almost ninety. Did he make her look like a wrinkly version of you?”

Mum burst out laughing at the thought and turned to kiss me on the cheek just as I turned my head in order to land a kiss in her scented hair, and our lips and eyes momentarily met. There was an additional moment of silence, and then,

“I don’t know if I should show you the other one.”

I raised one eyebrow. It was her call.

The other one was only a few frames away, and I stopped in shock when I saw it. The pose was almost identical to that of the model, Jane, that last pose which I’d pored over so diligently just this afternoon. That pose that had made Kevin almost cum in his pants. This one was pre-pussy lips display though, but you sensed that if the painter had just thought to finish his work around the groin area, and hadn’t painted it from the very start, the final picture might have been significantly different. But that would have put it distinctly into the porn category and would never have come to be displayed so proudly in this gallery.

“Phew.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Yours was better.”

“What do you mean?”

“That sketch in your folder this afternoon, I know it looks so much like this one, but in my opinion you found things in the model which he didn’t. I mean, he’s good…but you’re special.”

I looked at her.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I… I…”

We’d turned towards one another and I was holding both her hands in mine.

Then, at the same time, “Can I paint you?” “Will you paint me?”

Confusion reigned for a split second before we fell into a close, laughing hug. Her whole body pressed up against mine and we exchanged kisses in each other’s hair, on our cheeks and, after a pause, upon each other’s lips.

To one side, someone emitted a short, respectful cough. A uniformed gallery guard was observing us.

“Yes, that picture does seem to have a certain effect on some people. I suppose it must mean the artist was very successful. But can I suggest, you, umm, find another place to celebrate it?”

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Like the first episode this involves a college student and his mother, both of whom are obviously of legal age…

As promised this is the second half of “A Boy and His Mom”. The first part detailed Billy’s sexual relationship with his long-divorced Mom. Eileen Hammond had finally begun dating Henri Pachard, a very suave 53 year old gentleman, and everything seemed to be going well – with Billy becoming less jealous of having to share and the two men actually getting along well – when something happened.

Henri had left his wallet on Eileen’s night table and since he needed it the next day he let himself into the Hammond’s house at dawn the next morning. What Henri saw in the bedroom shocked him a bit but not as much as it might have most men because he himself had a special relationship with his grandmother in his youth.

Henri tiptoed in and out without either Eileen or Billy waking up, but he called his girlfriend later that morning and told him about his visit and what he had seen. Eileen tried to make up excuses for Billy being in bed with her but Henri made it clear that not only wasn’t he offended, he had been aroused. So much so that he suggested that he would love it if they could all be in bed together.

Once Eileen got over the shocks of her incestuous relationship with her son being revealed and the suggestion that she would be part of a threesome with her boyfriend and her boy, Eileen brought up the subject to her son with a great deal of trepidation.

Billy was an only child and something of a Mama’s boy who was very sensitive and quite self-conscious about himself, although his fears were mostly unwarranted because Eileen always told Billy that he was much better in bed than his deserter old man ever was.

So Eileen mentioned it all to her son in bed that night, after he had slid the organ Eileen fondly referred to as his Mommy-pleaser into her pussy from behind. Billy was as shocked as she expected he would be upon hearing it all but the more they talked about it the more receptive the lad became.

At the end of the night Billy had agreed to it, and while he told his mother that he would do anything to make her happy, it was unspoken that Billy was also curious. So was Eileen Hammond.

***

As dinners went in the Hammond household, the meal on Friday evening was nothing spectacular, with Eileen declaring the chicken a bit dry while her son and her boyfriend told her it was as great as ever.

Eileen ate little of it, because her stomach was in knots about what was going to happen later, but her son Billy ate even less which was a first because while the boy was as lean as a whippet he usually ate like a horse.

Billy’s attention was on the man across the table, Henri who for his part had not lost his appetite in the least. The bearded 53 year old Frenchman had warned Eileen when they were courting that he was a man with voracious appetites for food and the flesh and he had done nothing to disprove it.

Henri had also won Eileen’s heart by befriending her son despite Billy’s early resistance, but now looking across the table at the curly-haired man who might one day be his stepfather he was scared.

Billy had enjoyed sex hundreds of times but never with anybody but his mother, save a sleepover where he and a friend had masturbated each other. Mom was different and had been patient and understanding so that his once inept efforts were now much more skillful.

But this was Henri, Billy thought as he picked at his dinner. Henry was a man and while he was only slightly larger physically than he was they were worlds different. The lad feared Henri was a man of the world and thus had probably forgotten more about lovemaking that Billy would even know.

Billy had heard him in there with his Mom. he had heard the bed groan and his Mom moan and while those things happened when he and his mother made love too, to Billy it didn’t seem as loud then.

Then there was the difference in their bodies. Billy was slender and except for a dusting of hair on the insides of his calves and under his arms, along with a tuft of golden curls over his dick he was virtually hairless and because the hair was so light and fine he looked even more boyish.

Now Henri, Billy thought as his nervousness grew, now he was a real man. Henri was a hairy chest and really furry legs, the hair as black as night and thick, and it looked like he had hair on his back as well.

Billy had gotten this information from a single peek at Henri out in the hall late one night when Henri had left his Mom’s bedroom and went to the bathroom, and although the look only lasted seconds it made an impression on Billy, especially the glance he had gotten of Henri’s cock.

It had been flaccid when Billy saw it, most likely having just been in his Mom’s pussy, and while his mother maintained that not only didn’t size matter there was hardly any difference between her son’s and her boyfriend equipment save a little thickness it didn’t seem that way to Billy because Henri’s sure looked big – a fat brown uncircumcised elazığ seks hikayeleri organ that looked like a sausage sprouting out of the bush.

Billy would see Henri naked soon enough and he would see him as well, although his Mom told him that Henri had seen him naked that time with morning wood and was impressed. While Billy knew there was certainly nothing out of the ordinary about him it had reassured him to hear that, only now the clock was ticking, the dinner was over and Henri was telling Eileen that the boys would clear the table and she could get ready for them.

“She’s nervous – your mother is,” Henri told Billy after they were alone, the slight French accent remaining in his voice despite having lived half his life here. “I know you are too and although I may not look it, I too am a bit jittery. More excited than anything else.”

“Me – I’m just scared,” Billy admitted, getting a pat on the shoulder and a laugh from his Mom’s boyfriend.

“I envy you Billy,” Henri said as they scraped the plates. “You see, I would have loved to have the kind of relationship with my mother that you do. I think many if not most boys would like to just once make love to their mothers, or have at least have fantasized about it.”

“Mom said that you and your grandmother…

“Ah yes, the dear woman taught me everything I would need to know,” Henri confided. “I had graduated from middle school and she beckoned me into her house, telling me that she didn’t have money to get me a present but did have something for me. That, my dear Billy, was an understatement.”

“Are you going to marry Mom?”

“It’s possible,” Henri admitted. “We’ve discussed it but I think in the beginning she was afraid that you wouldn’t take it well.”

“I was just jealous. I think I’m over than now, and like I told Mom, in a couple years I’ll be done with college and I would hate to leave Mom alone because who knows, maybe I’ll find a girl I love as much as Mom.”

“That’s a good way to think.”

“I don’t think so though,” Billy added wistfully. “Mom is special.”

“That she is, and so are you,” Henri said after they turned on the dishwasher and prepared to go down the hall. “Now I don’t know how you feel about being with another man, but regardless there might be times when we touch each other, either accidentally or on purpose.”

“Mom told me. I don’t really – I mean me and a friend – you know?” Billy said while making a masturbating gesture. “Outside of that, it’s just been Mom.”

“Well if you feel like you want to touch me I’m fine with that,” Henri said. “I greatly prefer a woman’s touch also but I am open-minded. I think it would be better for your Mom if we didn’t treat each other like we were radioactive though.”

“Okay.”

“I bought your Mom an outfit for tonight – poor woman she’s so self-conscious but she’s lovely. So her breasts are a bit small and they’re starting to show signs of age? That only makes her better in my eyes because she’s real. I hate silicone and that sort of thing. I much prefer natural women.”

“I know.”

“So I think we should wash our hands and meet outside the bedroom door,” Henri declared before they headed to the two bathrooms, handing the lad a small bag. “Here’s something you can wear – I got us both a pair – sort of a family thing. That way we won’t have to get undressed in there. Five minutes should do it.”

Billy nodded and after visiting the other bathroom opened the bag and removed the black satin boxers Henri had gotten him. The boy undressed and as he stood there holding the briefs in front of him caught a glimpse of his image in the mirror.

“I can’t chicken out now,” he told the image as he reached down and took his dick in hand, trying to coax a little life in the flaccid organ that was much more impressive erect than limp.

After pulling on the little rubbery stem for a minute, his eyes closed as he pictured his Mom with her legs spread wide and her hairy pussy open and ready for him, his efforts started to work a bit.

“Can’t let Mom down or embarrass her,” he said as he opened his eyes and saw his semi wiggling there, and satisfied he slipped the boxers on and went back down to the other end of the house.

Henri was there waiting for him outside the bedroom door in his boxer shorts, the thick hair on his chest and legs blending in with the briefs.

“Ready son?” Henri asked, and after the lad nodded Henri opened the door to the bedroom where Eileen Hammond stood clad in the briefest of red nighties with a nervous smile.

“You look gorgeous love,” Henri exclaimed.

“You do Mom,” Billy seconded, having never seen his Mom wearing anything sexy because she didn’t own anything like this, and although the light was dim Billy was so used to coming into this room in the darkness that this look at Mom was unique.

“You men look handsome too,” Eileen said of their matching boxer shorts. “You like them Billy?”

“Yeah. They feel soft,” Billy said as he stared at his Mom’s teardrop breasts through the lace, the fat nipples clear as day as was the thick triangle of hair between her legs.

“Of course, we don’t want them to stay on too long, do we Billy?” Henri said as he herded the lad over towards his mother.

Billy watched his mother kneel down in front of the bed, and while he thought that this must have been something Henri and his mother had choreographed earlier the lad was too busy trying to keep his trembling knees under him to think about it.

“My two special guys,” Eileen said as she brought her hands up and rubbed the fronts of their briefs. “I don’t know where to start, although I think my number one love should come first.”

“Absolutely,” Henri agreed.

“Then it’s settled,” Eileen said as she swiveled a little and took her son’s briefs by the elastic as coaxed them down his skinny legs, and after he stepped out of them Eileen grabbed his slim tube and pulled on it.

Billy had his eyes screwed closed as he felt his mother pull on his cock, trying not to think that Henri was standing right next to him watching, so close the boy could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Mmm,” Eileen mumbled as she took Billy’s cock into her mouth and let her lips slide down to the base, sucking hard on it and feeling it begin to stiffen as his nuts rubbed against her chin.

“Oh dear that’s so hot,” Henri was saying as he leaned closer to Billy, his hairy shoulder rubbing against Billy’s bony arm. “You like your son’s cock, no?”

“You know it,” Eileen said after bringing her mouth back to the tip and dabbing the conical head with her tongue. “He gets hard so fast – and so hard I swear you could cut glass with it.”

“I believe you,” Henri said as he brushed Eileen’s brown hair back from the side of her face as her cheeks struggled to reach the nest of Billy’s curls now that he was erect. “Oh yes, suck that cock. I bet he’s massaging your throat with that prong by now.”

Eileen ran her lips back to the tip of her son’s now-stiff manhood just as Billy worked up the courage to open his eyes, and as he looked down and saw his Mom holding his arching dick that was slick with her saliva she winked at her son.

“What’s Mom’s name for this?” Eileen giggled as she wiggled his boner.

“Your Mommy-pleaser,” Billy said shyly as she pulled his cock upwards to first lick his balls and then pop the ping-pong sized nuts in her mouth one at a time.

“Ohh!” Billy groaned as his Mom snorted eagerly while sucking the orbs.

“Don’t want you cumming too fast,” Eileen said as she let go of Billy’s staff, and as his boner bobbed in front of him Eileen swiveled to face Henri and asked her son if he minded if she gave Henri some love too?

“No, go ahead,” Billy said as he watched his Mom pulled down Henri’s boxers, and when he reached up and grabbed her boyfriend’s cock Billy could tell that his cock looked nothing like what it had in the hall that night.

“Somebody’s excited already, aren’t they,” Eileen said as he gave Henri’s brown uncut cock a pull, a dick that while was pointing somewhat downward was apparently not limp.

“If you had sucked Billy’s cock a minute more I might have cum just watching you,’ Henri explained as Eileen peeled back the foreskin and licked the prominent ridge of the fat bulb before taking the glans in her mouth.

Billy watched Henri’s head roll from side to side as Mom’s lips slid down the fat organ, and as he seemed to grow even more under her efforts Billy realized that Mom had told a little white lie because not only was Henri’s cock considerably thicker it was also much longer as well.

To his surprise Billy found that he wasn’t upset about what his Mom had said and he wasn’t embarrassed about her boyfriend’s physical superiority either. He was actually enjoying watching his Mom suck Henri’s cock and his hand had gone to his own dick and had begun to stroke himself.

“Can you deep throat Henri, Mom?” Billy asked excitedly.

“No but she tries hard and maybe someday…” Henri suggested as Eileen rolled her eyes while struggling to get more than halfway down what was easily 8″ inches of now stiff flesh.

“Damn your cock is huge,” Billy said to Henri.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself Billy,” Henri said in response and then added, “Eileen, why don’t you suck us both at the same time?”

“Are you kidding?” Eileen exclaimed as Henri took his manhood from her mouth and turned towards Billy with his erection waving.

“Billy, bring your cock over and let’s see if your Mom can handle us both at once,” Henri said as he brought his dusky organ over so that his shrouded glans was touching Billy’s pink bulb.

Billy shuddered at the touch of Henri’s dick against his as his Mom grabbed both cocks and ran her tongue over the tips.

“Don’t think I can,” Eileen said before stretching her mouth to the limit and forcing the ends of the two dicks in her mouth briefly before giving up.

“Too much dick!” Eileen chirped. “Can’t believe I said that.”

“You did good love,” Henri said as he reached down and lifted Eileen to her feet, and as Billy watched Henri nuzzle into her neck he tried to mimic what his mother’s boyfriend was doing, kneading her left breast while Henri did the same to her left.

“Omigod – this is amazing,” Eileen exclaimed as her breasts were mauled while the two men kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. “I can’t…”

“I knew you would like it,” Henri sighed as he chewed on Eileen earlobe. “You’re almost too much woman for one man – and look Billy! Reach down and feel your mother’s sex. She’s dripping wet.”

Billy glanced down and saw Henri had lifted the bottom of Mom’s brief nightie up and was playing with her pussy, and when his hand joined Henri’s and felt the soggy pubic hair Billy nodded.

“She never gets that wet for me alone,” Henri said and Billy added, “Me neither.”

“I think what we’ll do first is get this off you,” Henri declared as he lifted the nightie with Billy’s help. “And then I think we’ll have you lie down so Billy can eat your pussy – you do like to eat your Mom’s pussy don’t you Billy?”

“Yeah,” Billy exclaimed as Henri eased Eileen down onto her back and up towards the headboard, and then he was kneeling between his mother’s parted thighs with that lush wet sex gleaming and the feral scent filling the room.

Billy lowered his face into the delta and let his tongue splash around inside his mother, the touch of his tongue making Eileen writhe and squirm in the bedding while Henri smothered her with kisses.

With her son holding down her hips with his hands coming up under her butt and pressing her face in her fold, Eileen was kicking her legs around helplessly as the two men ravished her orally.

While Billy kept eating her out he looked up through his mother’s bush to see what Henri was doing. Her boyfriend was sucking on his Mom’s flattened breast and was raising his head as he kept the plump nipple in his mouth, stretching the loose skin up as far as he could before letting go.

Then he watched Henri kiss his way over from her breast to under her arm which he had pinned back at the headboard, kissing and licking and maybe even chewing the wisp of hair she had left unshorn for him. At that point Billy had to raise his lower torso from the sheets because the contact of the fabric on the underside of his boner combined with the visuals of his mother going wild was too much to bear.

“Get Billy hard again,” Henri was saying to Eileen. “I must watch him have you. Get him hard.”

“Won’t have too – he’s hard already,” a frantic Eileen Hammond gasped.

“How can you tell? He’s…” Henri started to say as he looked at Billy down at the other end of the bed out of sight.

“He always is,” Eileen said almost deliriously even before her son rose from the bedding, his arching prong swaying in front of him as he moved up between her thighs.

“She needs it son,” Henri said as he leaned back to watch. “Put it in slow so I can see it all.”

Billy nodded as he moved up against the backs of his Mom’s thighs and pulled his cock down between her dripping labia, rubbing the tip and making his mother moan and raise her lower torso a bit to try and capture his tool.

“That’s it Billy – make your Mommy beg for it,” Henri cackled as he stroked his own cock. “She wants her boy’s cock in her hairy pussy so bad. Make her beg for it.”

“Please honey,” Eileen’s voice wobbled.

“That’s it – nice and easy,” Henri instructed. “Slide that long dick of yours in slow.”

Billy went as slow as he could, fighting the urge to plunge in as the snug warmth of her pussy surrounded him, but by the time he had slid in to the hilt the feel and the sight of his Mom thrashing around beneath him had him on the verge of cumming already.

Making up his mind that he could not longer look at his frantic mother who was clawing at her breasts and thrusting herself to him, Billy tried to look at the picture over the headboard before he caught a glimpse of his mother’s boyfriend kneeling at the far corner of the bed.

Henri was kneeling there with his cock in his right hand and his balls in his left, and as the older man stroked himself it hit Billy that he was the star of the show. Henri was watching him fuck his Mom and he must have been doing it well because Henri was very excited.

Billy decided to watch Henri jerk off, not because he himself was particularly aroused by the sight or had any interest to doing anything to him, but because he just couldn’t watch his Mom without having to fight the urge to cum. In fact, even hearing her moaning and talking dirty was tough enough to try and ignore.

He would be watching Henri fuck his Mom soon, Billy realized. All those times of standing outside the room hearing this very bed creak and listening to his Mom carrying on while fantasizing what it would look like – and now he would see them in the flesh.

Her boyfriend’s long fat cock would go into the same pussy he was in right now, and as Billy watched Henri’s fist slide up and down his shaft with the plum-sized head playing hide-and-seek as the foreskin slid up and down, he realized that Mom wouldn’t be screaming louder for Henri that she was right now with him. No one could.

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A thousand “Thanks!” to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help.

FOREWORD

The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people.

By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.

Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there’s a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1’s purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I’d hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.

Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Thank you. W_S

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Chapter 56: Daddy Gets The Best Birthday Present Ever!

The day after she first made love with her father, Beth was waiting naked in the empty stall next to Blaze. She did not intend to give her horny Dad a chance to back out. When Wayne found Beth, she had her bare ass waving before his eyes. Having spread her vaginal lips wide apart, her pink, wet opening was already calling to him. Beth nickered like a mare in heat; her swaying caused her breasts to shimmy beneath her.

Any misgivings Wayne had been having flew right out the barn door the moment he spotted that ready, willing, and randy young filly. Wayne was hard before he reached her. Neither lover spoke a word. Wayne dropped his jeans, then mounted the teenage goddess who was inviting him to bury his erection within her sweet body. Having played with herself while waiting for her new lover, Beth was slick and ready to ride.

Despite his intention to go slow and make their joining last, the shock of the raw sensuality presented to him (combined with the hundred times he’d relived the incredible sex of the night before) caused him to ejaculate into his sexy daughter’s depths sooner than he would have liked. As soon as Beth felt hot sperm surging into her womb, she climaxed along with her father.

Beth loved the way he flooded her with semen; so far he seemed able to deliver bigger loads than either of her young lovers. She reached between her legs to grab the hot flow as it dripped out so she could rub the warm goo onto her clit.

Wayne knew there was no longer any turning back. He wouldn’t miss any opportunity to make love to beautiful Beth for as long as she was available. Suddenly the thought of her leaving for college or getting married was even harder to bear. Trying to remain in the moment, he shut out the future and concentrated on the warm grip her vagina had upon his waning erection as he continued to slide in and out between her firm buns.

The moment Wayne was too soft to continue screwing her, Beth did a 180 turn so she could satisfy her overpowering desire to suck his penis clean. Secretly she hoped to make him hard again in time for another quickie before they had to go in.

God bless horny women! They actually conducted something of a conversation during Beth’s oral after and foreplay. Beth would ask or answer questions around his reawakening penis. Wayne would ask or answer, but not necessarily in a normal conversational tone.

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Over the next ten days Wayne had more great sex with Beth than he’d had during the past ten years of marriage. One of the unused stalls in the modest stable was kept ultra clean and loaded with a deep layer of fresh shavings, in one corner they piled hay from a few broken bales. Put a couple of horse blankets on that hay pile and you had a pretty cushy bed.

It wasn’t hard to keep his wife in the dark. Marge tended to her house and garden, she never went to the outbuildings. If Beth and Wayne went out 10 or 15 minutes early for chores, plus got back 5 or 10 minute edirne seks hikayeleri later most nights, it always went unnoticed as long as they weren’t late for dinner.

Before long they’d shared some of their intimate secrets. Soon Beth came to understand how much her Father had been sexually neglected by her mother, hence why he’d been so horny all the time.

Wayne learned that both his daughters were now sexually active, but not the full extent of their ‘activities’. Beth and he struck a bargain of sorts, Wayne wouldn’t ‘see’ much and Beth would make sure he was happy. Beth promised to tell him more over time, but for now she preferred to keep a few secrets.

That tenth day later, ten days from their first sexual union, was Wayne’s birthday. Beth had promised him a very special present or two. He’d taken an early shower, then headed to the stable a half-hour earlier than usual.

When she saw him, Beth lit up and shouted, “Happy Birthday Daddy.” Beth trotted over to hug and kiss him. Taking his right hand, she led him into the center of the small barn. “Daddy, are you ready for your first present?”

While not knowing what he was going to get, he knew damned well he wanted it. “I think I’m very ready sweetheart.”

“Great, then close you eyes and trust me!” Grinning like a buffoon, Wayne did as requested. Soon he felt a blindfold being fit into place. “Now, keep this on until I say to remove it. We’re going to play a game, and you are going to enjoy it.”

That said, he felt Beth lead him into the clean stall. He was sure of that from the sound of the latch and the rustle of the shavings. Soft hands stopped him. First he heard the faint rustling of shavings again, then Beth’s voice directly in front of him say “First you need to unwrap your present.” as soft fingers guided his hands to the buttons of the blouse before him.

He proceeded rather slowly, not because he wasn’t eager and excited, but because not being able to see forced him to take his time. The buttons eventually got unbuttoned; the blouse came off. Wayne couldn’t resist fondling the tender teats he found through the soft seamless cups. Finally he managed to remove the satiny bra. Before moving lower, he enjoyed a long couple of minutes playing with the warm, pliant flesh of both bared breasts.

Unfortunately he hadn’t seen enough earlier to remember how her jeans were fastened, but he soon discovered it was just a simple snap and zipper in front like a man’s pants. The jeans headed towards the floor moments later. Already he was seriously getting into the tactile sensations he experienced from feeling up his daughter without being able to see her. A couple more minutes were spent rubbing her butt, then fondling his daughter’s swelling pussy through her panties.

Her underwear was soon totally soaked in the crotch; he lowered the panties so he could finally feel her shaved lips. When he felt her legs spread so he’d have complete access to her pussy, Wayne groaned from the bubbling excitement rising within his body.

Beth murmured, “I’d like you to put your middle finger as deep inside as you can.”

The slippery vagina was as ready as could be; his finger slid straight in. Two loud sighs filled the air. Unseen fingers unbuckled his belt, then lowered his zipper. When his pants fell to his knees, two hands became active between his legs; one hefted his balls the other stroked his now raging erection. Delicate digits spread the clear fluid oozing from his slit all around his glans, then the pumping resumed.

Soon Wayne’s hips were humping to and fro as the natural rhythm of sex began to drive them. One hand kept stroking his cock, but the other moved to his shoulder, pressing down, signaling him to bend his knees. It was a little awkward, but by keeping his other hand on her firm bottom, he kept his balance as his knees bent slightly. Wayne felt his penis being guided into her hot slit, so he removed his finger, choosing instead to grab her butt with both hands.

His glans was being rubbed around her opening, but the guiding hand stopped him from pushing it inside her. Just as he was about to beg to penetrate her, Beth said. “Happy Birthday Daddy, I’m removing the blindfold first so you can fully enjoy your present.”

As the blindfold came off, Wayne opened his eyes then blinked, then blinked again. He froze, dumbfounded, as Lynn’s smiling face came into focus. “Happy Birthday Daddy.” Lynn purred as she commenced impaling herself on her Father’s throbbing penis. Wayne’s chin dropped like a rock, Lynn pulled his face to hers so she could initiate a deep French kiss as his erection sank into her body. Lynn hopped up into his arms; she wrapped her legs around his waist. As Wayne straightened his legs, Lynn rode his cock like there was no tomorrow.

Almost immediately, Lynn began to come. She’d almost climaxed when his hands first touched her breasts, then again when he’d first grazed her panty-covered clit. She actually did have a small orgasm as his finger first entered her.

Wayne had wondered about what it would feel like to screw Lynn long before he’d first wondered about Beth. After the exciting foreplay, suddenly finding himself balls deep inside his first born was more than his mind and body could cope with. Wayne came. He came long. He came hard. He came deep. His testicles emptied themselves into the dream girl who had his penis snaking into her convulsing interior. Their hips drove together as years of mutual fantasizing were unleashed.

The two newly joined lovers discovered that the body they’d often masturbated over was even more exciting than they’d imagined.

Lust ruled for the next few minutes. Actually, Lynn went limp before Wayne. The familial farmer remained fairly firm, his shaft kept pumping into the matured girl he used to carry to bed not so long ago after she’d fall asleep in the family room.

Long ago disrobed, Beth was lying on the ‘bed’, legs splayed, madly frigging her clit. Holding Lynn close, Wayne explored her body thoroughly as he screwed her magnificent form. Seeing Beth masturbate for the first time all the while kept his erection more up than ever.

Beth was pretty far along with her quest for the big O; her voice was husky when she said, “Daddy, whenever you’re ready for your second present, put Lynn down beside me.”

To Wayne the whole world seemed a bit surreal. He couldn’t imagine what else Beth had in mind. Emotionally inebriated as was, Wayne dumbly stepped his way to Beth’s side. He held onto Lynn as long as possible, each step caused his cock to slide in and out of his precious armful. Finally, reluctantly, he lifted Lynn off of his contented cock, laying Lynn out where Beth motioned, lengthwise beside her.

Beth whispered something into Lynn’s ear. Nodding her head groggily, Lynn rose up on an elbow then opened her eyes to gaze at her father’s face.

Sporting a Cheshire cat grin, Beth purred, “Daddy, would you like to watch two girls making out. I very badly need to come after watching you screw my sister so nicely.”

Wayne had been kicked in the head by a horse once; it had left him feeling just like he did at that moment.

“Dear God, yes honey. I’d liked to see that so much I can’t tell you.”

Beth patted the blanket close beside them. The moment he was seated, Lynn moved into position to eat her sister’s pussy. Spreading her legs wide, Beth’s eyes rolled back as Lynn’s tongue bore into her sensitive flesh. Lying back, Beth’s face contorted from intense pleasure. “Daddy, I’m so close. Lynn’s warm tongue is about to make me come. Kiss me while I come, please.” As soon as she opened her arms, Wayne fell into them. As her orgasm broke over her, Beth drove her tongue into his mouth.

It was terribly exciting for Wayne to feel her young body writhing against him as he lay partially atop her. Knowing that lovely Lynn was eating her sexy sister was turning his mind to mush. Beth came for a very long time, the entire time he played with her wondrous long nipples. Now he knew why the nipples he’d played while he was blindfolded had felt shorter and thicker. As much as the girls looked alike, his delighted digits could discern subtle differences.

When she’d finally come somewhat back to earth, Beth ended the kissing session.

“Daddy, sit back and enjoy the show we’ve planned for you. We want you to look closely at anything you feel like; it is your birthday. After we’ve entertained you enough, you can put your beautiful penis in both of us. If you can manage it, I’d like to feel your sperm shoot inside of me this time.”

As Wayne reclined, Lynn immediately threw her leg over Beth’s face so she could lower her pussy onto Beth’s open mouth. The sisters provided their “Birthday Boy” with a million-dollar show. They came loud and often. Wayne rested on an elbow where he could see every detail of Beth burrowing into Lynn’s shaved pussy. After shifting just a bit he could see, hear, and smell everything as Lynn ate her younger sister. Reaching out to fondle Lynn’s swaying teats, his body reacted strongly to her jiggling mammary glands; each time he grabbed a teat his dick jumped or throbbed.

The performance was outstanding. Soon Wayne was standing out himself; his cock begged to enter a soft young pussy, so Wayne moved behind Lynn. Beth already had Lynn’s vulva wide open, so her pink opening gaped at Wayne, beckoning him to penetrate her.

Wayne mounted the sweet little filly with one steady push. Lynn gave out a loud “Oooooooohhh!!” as she felt herself impaled by her father’s fully engorged penis. His hips at first moved like a runaway jackhammer, but Wayne slowed his thrusting to a very slow, even erratic pace when he realized he’d come too soon if he didn’t fight for control.

So that his penis would twirl inside of Lynn, Wayne worked his hips in circles. This made them both feel great, and the change from thrusting did forestall his climax. A minute later, Lynn began to climax forcefully. Keeping his groin pressed against Lynn’s soft cheeks, Wayne continued the circular motion with his embedded cock so Lynn’s vagina felt him, and had something to grasp onto.

It wasn’t overly long before Lynn’s orgasm finished. Wayne slowly withdrew, but Beth kept munching away on her sister. As Wayne moved around to Beth’s pussy, the sisters rolled so Lynn was on her back with Beth’s butt s high in the air, ready for penetration. Beth was so very ready to be screwed that again Wayne easily slid into her body with one long, slow push. Both lovers sighed as the erection found its way home.

Wayne adopted a rhythm reminiscent of a small oil rig. All the way out, all the way in, all the way out, all the way in. Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk… Slow and steady sometimes wins the race, especially when the last to cross the finish line wins.

Both male and female were in a perfect place. What they were doing felt like heaven, and the longer it went on the better. Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk… They were primed. Both were ready to climax when the other did. Ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk…

Lynn was about ready to explode. Seeing her father’s balls swinging like a pendulum above her face, watching his hard shaft moving like a piston in and out of the pussy she was sucking, feeling her clit being sucked to perfection by her sister, all had brought Lynn to the point of no return. Lynn was going over the edge, but she was determined not to go alone.

With one hand she milked Beth’s right nipple in a way she knew especially turned Beth on. Her other hand moved between Beth and her father until she could make a circle around his shaft. She loved how it felt as the erection fucked the ring her fingers had formed, she liked how it felt as his hips pushed her palm into Beth’s soft buns.

Lynn came big time; she loosed a groan that could make a corpse come, which pushed Beth over the edge. Beth’s contractions triggered a torrent of semen that rushed through Wayne’s penis. The hot ejaculate soon flooded her depths which triggered more contractions, more moans, more intense pleasure. All this caused Beth to eat Lynn like she was possessed. The intensity of Beth’s oral assault reverberated through Lynn, then reflected back into Beth, who fed the loosed sexual energy into Wayne.

Lynn licked the shaft and surrounding pussy that it disappeared into, her hand moved onto her father’s hard clenching buns so she could savor the power in his thrusts. Coming in a teen beauty, while a nubile fox licked your penis and played with your butt crack was about as sure a way to guarantee a man would stay hard and keep pumping as there ever was. Therefore, Wayne kept humping away until his body collapsed. Beth and Lynn ate each other until the ‘Birthday Boy’ couldn’t continue any longer.

When the girls reached their final climaxes, they made a Daddy sandwich with their warm flesh. This being Lynn’s first time with her Dad, she took the front so she could see and explore his resting form.

Lynn toyed with her father’s limp penis then joked “Guess the birthday party’s over, we’ve blown out Daddy’s candle.”

Sweeter gifts no man ever had ever received.

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