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Author’s Note: story requested by Blader17.

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“You’re serious?” Monica stared blankly at the woman across from her.

“It’s just… too intimidating,” the woman, Janelle, lowered her gaze to the table between them. She was Monica’s fifth attempt at a girlfriend in as many weeks, and she came to the same conclusion as they all did; Monica was simply too big. They were curious about her at first, then turned tail and ran the moment they realised what would inevitably come to pass if they stayed with the futa, “It’d tear me apart.”

“Haven’t you read a single thing about Hypers?” Monica groaned and leaned back to rub at the obtuse bulge in her dress. She’d hoped someone like Janelle would have done her research, being a medical student majoring in Hypers.

“I-I have,” Janelle stammered, flushing slightly, “But… it’s so hard to believe.”

“Would a demonstration help?” Monica inquired dryly and stood up, showing off her hyper-endowed cock to the whole restaurant. She walked around to the student and helped her up, pulling her to the exit.

“You can’t be serious?” Janelle blanched at the offer, but she didn’t resist the insistent pull, stumbling after the graceful futa. Being born a Hyper, Monica was used to the cumbersome and often awkward weight of her body, and more than accustomed to flaunting it. She had to, anything she wore wrapped tight around her curves, and it was engraved in her physiology to attract. That was what Janelle had read.

The student soon found herself in her temporary girlfriend’s home. Each door was larger than average, widened for Monica’s broad hips and breasts. They stretched out several inches past her shoulders, the perfect frame for her cock and balls, which hung down to her shins. Even by Hyper standards, Monica was a spectacle to behold.

Janelle had only met a handful of them. Males, females and futanari alike, yet Monica was shrouded in something they lacked, something that Janelle couldn’t discern no matter how she tried to analyse the Hyper. They didn’t lack in confidence after puberty, regardless of upbringing, and were always shameless in their pursuit of partners. Perhaps it was because Monica wasn’t trying to find multiple mates?

“There’s no one else here,” Janelle noted and looked around at the spotless abode.

“Of course not, why would there be?” Monica led her up a flight of stairs, glancing back with a curious eye.

“Aren’t Hypers always having sex?”

“Maybe the others are,” Monica murmured, “But I don’t care for it.”

“Why not?” Janelle frowned, crinkling her brow.

“Old fashioned, I guess?” Monica shrugged and pushed open a door. A rush of air blew across the pair, the heady musk contained within finally escaping.

“So, what are you going to show me?” Janelle restrained the urge to cover her nose, and to moan.

“That there’s nothing to be afraid of,” the hyper stated and unzipped her dress, the silk falling from her boulder-like breasts. She turned to face Janelle, curves and immense cock on full display, then grunted as she hefted the huge weight to reveal her puffy snatch, “Does mine look much different from yours?”

“N-no,” Janelle stuttered, eyes flickering between Monica’s figure.

“Then if I can handle myself, it stands to reason that you could too.

“I suppose s… wait, what?!” Janelle yelped as the gorgeous, overly endowed futa began to stroke her mammoth prick.

“I am going to fuck myself in front of you, and then you can make up your mind,” Monica clarified and sat down on the bed, “You’re welcome to help me if you’d like.” Janelle merely shook her head and lowered herself into a nearby chair, eyes following every movement of the elephantine member as it lifted from its throne karabağlar escort bayan made of her balls. The hyper shrugged, then turned around on all-fours to present her frame-dominant hips.

Monica bent her semi-erect shaft around her sack. Her veins throbbed against her balls, each responding to one another as if conversing through her heartbeat. Pleasure pulsed in tandem with them as moisture ran down her egregiously oversized testes, while her snatch undulated around thin air, juices flowing with abandon. As much as this was to demonstrate the safety of sex with a Hyper, Monica adored this self-indulgence. She peeked at Janelle and moved a hand to her ass, pulling the monumental cheeks apart.

The hyper-endowed futa brought her cock up and around until the bulbous head pressed into her engorged cunt. Monica beamed and moaned, rubbing her pre spewing tip against her drooling snatch. She savoured the heat and wetness, cooing as it washed over her glans and down her shaft, mixing with her pre-cum. Her hips began to rock and slide against her prick. She was almost tempted to hotdog herself, however it would defeat the purpose.

“There’s no way,” Janelle whispered, though she leaned forward in anticipation, “It can’t fit.”

“Seeing is believing,” Monica sighed and gripped her cock, holding it steadfast as she pushed her leaking crotch against it. Her breath caught in her throat, followed by a husky moan. The lips stretched with a painful slowness, widening around her massive tip. She smirked as the tip was caught in her opening, “And you’re about to see something, hmm… amazing.”

“It’s going in,” Janelle’s voice barely travelled, yet her awe was no less powerful. The hyper knew that the sight was captivating, watching something as large a small oak enter something no bigger than a peach, and that this was the literal, and proverbial, tip. Monica breathed low as she steadied her cock against the bed, bending it to give a clear pillar for her cunt to devour. She had to bite her lip to keep her anticipation under control.

The way her pussy steamed with need and how her prick exuded an equally ripe desire. Monica’s musk wafted around her form, hugging her flesh like a veil of sex, before beginning its intrepid venture toward the doubtful student. It thickened in the atmosphere and shoved aside any other scent in the vicinity, such was a Hyper’s usual act. They were dominant in sex, unmatched by any other. It only made sense that even their odour would resemble this description.

Monica groaned deep in her throat and pushed another inch inside. Her walls stretched with practised ease, gripping the invader in a lover’s embrace. More sank inside and collided with her cervix, almost bending the resilient barrier. Pre-cum poured and drooled from her opening like a broken faucet, even as it leaked into every facet of her snatch. She would go so far as to say that she felt the sperm wriggling around.

“Why’d you stop?” Janelle whined.

“Cervical penetration is one of the most painful things a woman can go through, isn’t it?” Monica groaned, squatting against her unmoving cock. She couldn’t say if it was a by-product of her physiology, but her cock would harden regardless of its position. Even with it curled around her soccer ball sized cum-tanks, it would turn rigid and hold the pose.

“It is. Even Hypers aren’t immune to it.”

Monica grinned at the affirmation and slammed her hips down. In the exact opposite to Janelle’s statement, her face stretched into a gleaming beacon of ecstasy while her lower-body was moulded around her cock like a condom. It was obvious how deep her dick was, as it stretched her belly into an ostentatious bulge. The shape quickly karabağlar escort rounded out as pre also flooded her womb.

“So hot…” Janelle whispered.

The hyper ignored her statement and simply smirked at the dark-skinned girl. She lowered herself deeper, forcing her stomach to reach between her monumental tits, until her condom-belly bumped into her chin and her mammoth rear came to rest against her haunches. Monica sighed and pressed harder to shove her length between her balls.

“Here’s the best part,” she moaned to herself and began to undulate her hips. The motion ground her tender lips against her rigid veins and her swollen clit into her heaving sack, in which Monica’s balls gurgled voraciously with unspent seed. As she worked, the tumescent bulge of her shaft sank into the depths of her cleavage, then ascended from the soft mountains. Each rise brought her spire against her galloping heart.

Her pussy rippled around the giant mast of futa cock, while her veins pounded against the walls. Every beat of her heart pulsated against her sensitive head. The bell-like glans spewed pre-cum in response, inundating every inch of her pliant womb in seed. She tilted her head and opened her mouth wide.

Janelle was forgotten. The intent behind this moment was forgotten. Only her pleasure remained. She moaned like an animal in heat, body thrumming with a similar energy.

Monica jerked down and forward, spreading her tits like two giant balls of jelly against her bed. Her lips spread, and her jaw unhinged, allowing the basketball sized head entry. It forced her cheeks out, then did the same to her throat. She clasped her hands together in an embrace around her tits and held them tight around her cock.

Monica’s arms rocked to and fro, pulling her breasts with them. Her hips rose and fell, fucking her cock into herself. More than three feet stretched her cunt taut, while the remainder throbbed against her testicles. The flesh of her sack had smoothed out as her body prepared for the inevitable climax, piling gallons upon gallons into her orbs.

If Monica had any regrets about her body, it was the cum production. The amount was incredible, no matter how little build-up there was to her orgasm, yet, matter how many barrels worth of cum she expulsed, it was never enough. Her cum baths were never enough, not even when she displaced the liquid in a water tower with her jizz. She couldn’t remain backed up for longer than a day, however.

The thoughts disappeared into the black void her pleasure created. It sucked in her consciousness, replacing it with the sole need to cum. Monica curled in on herself and coerced her gullet around her cock, taking her own body down her oesophagus, all while she gave herself a tit fuck. Her ass clenched in its own desire but went ignored. Monica rolled her head back and forth along her belly-turned-cock sleeve.

With each rise, a bubble would fall down her length. The tide of pre had only increased, feeding on her burgeoning pleasure and transforming into the viscous slime. With every full-length pulsation that ran along her Hyper cock, more than a cup spewed forth. It was thickening as well, overflowing with the quintillions of sperm swimming within her sack. Monica had never fallen pregnant with her own child, however there was a first-time for everything.

The mere idea was enough to swell her balls another inch. They spread her legs apart, tightening the already vice-like grip of her snatch. Her juices poured along her cock, making each movement easier than the last. Rivulets leaked onto her balls, casting a sheen across their mass.

Monica started at a sudden touch against her voluptuous ass. She turned with her cock still escort karabağlar buried down her throat and saw Janelle behind her, bent forward with her face buried between the hyper-endowed mounds. The student’s tongue pressed into Monica’s puckered anus, slipping inside and fluttering against the walls. It wasn’t surprising that the girl would do something so filthy. Hyper pheromones are potent enough to turn a nun into the local bicycle.

Monica couldn’t savour the added sensation for long, though. Her body jerked and locked into place. Her lower holes clamped around their respective invaders, pulling them in and holding tight. The hyper’s distended stomach shot down her throat, gaining inches with every second. She cried out around her self-imposed gag as her tits and ass also expanded, the latter devouring Janelle’s head between their plush valley.

It had been years since her last growth spurt, and longer since it happened during an orgasm. Hypers didn’t stop growing, not really. It simply slowed overtime or appeared to stop, during which the growth was simply storing up in a sense, ready to explode at any time. Monica’s balls joined the fun and steadily pushed her higher off the bed.

Then her orgasm finally came. Monica’s eyes bugged out and her body shuddered in one final burst of expansion, as a massive ball travelled through her cock. The orb, easily the size of her former testicle, pushed along foot after foot of dick, sending greater waves of ecstasy with every inch. She couldn’t even guess just how massive her dick was now.

The first explosion rocketed down into the pits of her stomach. Her belly turned into a rotund sphere, more than a match for a yoga ball, even as the second blast sprinted after the first. Monica’s flesh stretched like rubber, her abdomen exploding with each ball of cum into her belly, pushing it out further and further. It shoved against her rigid shaft, gradually pulling it from her mouth.

Monica’s belly poured from her mouth like the cum streaming from her cock. It fell against the bed and only continued to further extend, devouring the mattress and pushing her tits apart. Each burst of her climax was better than the last, sensations exploding in tandem with the tsunami waves of jizz. Monica laid her hands atop her gut and savoured the churning within.

“This is incredible!” Janelle yelled, standing beside the expanding flesh balloon. Its height came to her chin, though the mass far exceeded hers. She could still taste Monica’s ass on her tongue, the strangely delicious sour flavour dancing around her mouth. Her pussy had soaked through her panties and had never seemed so needy. Unbidden, her hand dipped into her skirt and underwear and rammed three fingers into her hole.

“Ah!” The student cried out as she came, disappointment plummeting into her gut as she squirted a pitiful amount compared to Monica. As if just to hammer the fact in, the hyper’s belly expanded several inches. Monica’s balls looked as huge as ever, despite the hundreds of gallons they’d already unleashed. How much more could there be?

All she could do was stand and watch. Monica owned a queen-sized double bed, more than big enough for the orgies Hypers were known for, yet it was rapidly losing surface. Janelle pressed her hands into it, amazed at how firm it was. Despite the insane elasticity Monica possessed, her womb was packed to the absolute brink, yet nothing leaked and still her bliss persisted. Janelle leaned against Monica’s stomach, moaning as she felt each new release of cum.

The hyper orgasm eventually calmed. Monica’s cock weakly released the remnants, swelling her belly further. It swam in her ejaculate, surrounded by its progeny and heat. She raised her head with a yawn and saw the ebony college girl gawking at her.

“So…” Monica began and rested her head upon the vast expanse of her stomach, “Still think people can’t handle Hypers?”

Janelle gulped and asked, “When will you be mobile again?”

“Depends on when you want to take my place,” Monica grinned and licked her full lips.

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Unlike previous chapters, this story is purely fantasy…

It’s raining today — One of those completely overcast days with a steady day-long drizzle in store. Looking back on that spring, I can’t help but have a little secret smile inside and hope it’s raining where you are too.

It’s amazing how certain days or certain smells can take you back — Back to a summer cottage in the woods and an unforgettable day. Little did I know when I signed on as an adult female staffer at a revolving youth summer camp that I would be utterly beguiled by the end of the season.

I still remember the day we met — Sitting next to one another in the dining hall with the rest of the staff during the welcome speech. You were struggling very hard not to comment under your breath while the director droned on and on about things that should be common sense to anyone above the age of 11, and I was trying very hard not to encourage you by laughing. I failed miserably, and we became instant comrades. You accused me of having a devilish smile, and I accused you of bringing it out in me.

I remember how sweetly we teased each other too… for weeks on end. Kids rolled in and out on a weekly basis, keeping all the adults busy, but we somehow managed to spend a good bit of time together each day or evening, sharing our secret thoughts and testing the waters a little more with every stolen moment… until finally, opportunity struck.

Staffers were allowed rotating weekends to go offsite once the students had left and before the next batch came in. You and I and Jen were picked to stay behind, with not much more to do than tend the animals and keep the place from burning down. But Jen ended up getting sick, and before we knew it, we had the entire place to ourselves… And weeks of unexplored tension to work with.

I was — still am — shy about making the first move. I think you were too. We probably would have gone on teasing indefinitely had it not been for a little help from the skies causing us both to get soaked to the skin. Your cabin was close, and you promised the protection of a warm fluffy robe while our clothes dried. Looking into your eyes, which were filled with intensity, I knew what the invitation meant… I didn’t stand a chance of resistance.

You teased and joked with me, handing me a big blue terry robe at the bathroom door, and promised to change into a robe as well to keep me from feeling at a disadvantage — After all, it wouldn’t be fair for you to be in jeans while I had my bare legs and feet exposed. Thinking of your teasing ways still puts a smile on my face…

It felt very intimate, being in your bathroom, surrounded by your things, taking my clothes off, then being surrounded by your lingering scent in the robe. Even as soaked as I was, I can still remember debating whether or not to hang everything up or leave a few items on for the sake of modesty… and how my entire body flushed when I finally slid my panties off and hung them under my jeans and shirt in an attempt to make it a little less obvious that I was completely nude under your robe.

Finally, I came out to find you already changed into another terry robe… this one white and lighter weight than the one you’d given me. That first look… the one you gave me when I walked out in your robe… completely took my breath away. But you teased me again about the naughtiness of exposing my bare feet to your eyes, then excused yourself into the bathroom, telling me I could take the bed if my feet were cold, promising to sit in the chair when you came back, ‘like a good boy’.

I sat down on your bed… scooting back into the corner, fighting to cover feet and legs within the robe while not exposing other things and finally gave up, pulling your sheet and covers back to slide my legs under them. Again, I can’t tell you how decadent it felt to be making myself at home in your bed, knowing that you’ve slept here night after night, and perhaps thought of me the same way I’ve thought of you in my own bed.

For weeks, I don’t think either of us had ever been at a loss for words, but when you came out of the bathroom and found me cozied up in your covers, neither of us seemed to have a thing to say. I smiled at you, and you smiled back and pulled the chair over as close as possible to the bed. Sitting there with your legs slightly parted, the slit of the robe following the contour of your thighs as you leaned toward me across the bed, you said, “You know you look very tousled… and very kissable right now. Can I kiss you, Mera?”

My heart was pounding. I couldn’t even speak — My lips and tongue were already tingling in anticipation as I leaned forward, meeting you in the middle for that first kiss… the sweetest, gentlest brushing of lips on lips. My breasts were instantly heavy, my core instantly damp from one of the chastest kisses I think I’ve ever received. I both wanted more, and for the moment to last forever exactly as it was at the same time…

You reached your right hand up to my jaw, your fingertips in the hair at the nape of my neck, ataşehir escort your thumb and index finger gently tugging on my earlobe, tickling me just enough to make me smile and turn my head toward your hand — allowing you to move your lips to my other ear. I bite my lip and give a little whimper with the intensity of the pleasure.

I love the feel of your lips gently tugging at my earlobe, and lean my head that much harder into your other hand, exposing my neck to your exploring lips and tongue. You rake your teeth over the tendon in my neck below my ear, which feels like electricity going through my body and causes me to jump, pulling away slightly. But you use your right hand – fingers still in my hair – to keep me close, nibbling and kissing my neck again and again until I am literally aching to feel your body pressing against mine. Outside, the rain picks up to a solid downpour, pounding the roof so hard it sounds like it could come down at any moment. I am drowning in you, and can’t think of a better way to go as I cup your own face in my hands, pulling your lips back to mine for a passionate, I-can’t-get-enough-of-you kiss.

Pulling you with me, I lay back. You put one knee on the bed, and crawl toward me until we’re laying fully against one another, side by side, covered shoulder to calf by the terry robes which are still tied tight. You kiss the bridge of my nose, and I burrow my nose under your chin, loving the way your skin smells. I tell you as much, and you laugh and roll onto your back, arms spread wide as if to say ‘yes, yes, just have your way with me’ and tell me to sniff ’til my heart’s content.

Smiling, I prop myself up on one arm and lean over you, and start to use my nose and lips to caress and nuzzle your skin as lightly as possible… the corners of your mouth, tickling you… back under your chin… down your jaw toward your ear… behind your ear. You moan softly, and I pull back, needing to see the look on your face. Satisfied with what I see, I shift my weight, curling one thigh over your legs as I stretch to nuzzle the other side of your face and neck, pressing us closer together.

You shift, moving one arm under me, turning your body toward me to help me reach, arms around me, and slip one knee between mine… my lips move down from behind your ear to the base of your neck, and then toward your collar bone. I use my nose to push the robe out of my way before pressing my tongue deeply into the hollow there. Your moan is like music to my ears… the sweetest harmony to the song my own body is singing for you combined with the timbre of the rain slowing on the roof.

I move lower, enjoying the texture of the hair on your chest against my lips and nose. I brush my lips down the length of your collar bone, toward your far shoulder, pushing the robe out of my way as I go. The tie has loosened, and the far half of your chest is now exposed to my explorations. I brush my lips back along the line of your collar bone, slightly lower than the last time. Back and forth, I use my lips to explore every bit of your chest from your sternum to your side… until finally my lips brush over your nipple. You gasp a little and I smile, brushing my lips over it again, this time lingering to bite it gently through my lips before moving past. You swallow hard, and shift your weight… pushing me onto my back as you take control of the situation again, your knee sliding up between my thighs a little more as you nibble my lips.

Leaning your head on your hand, you use your other hand to tug at my robe until half of my chest is also exposed. Your eyes move back and forth between my face and my shoulder, then breast that come into view as you use the tip of your middle finger to make big circles… down the outside of my breast… over my ribs… back up between my breasts…. Under my collar bone… round and round in smaller and smaller circles. I am watching your face, and smile to see you smile as my nipple puckers, anticipating where those circles are leading.

You catch me smiling, and lean down to kiss my lips before leaning over me further to blow on my nipple. I close my eyes, and feel your tongue flick over my hard nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. You blow again, making it ache to feel your warm mouth surround it. But instead of easing the ache, you continue to tease me… alternately licking and then blowing on my nipple while you pull the other side of the robe toward you… brushing your fingertips along the underside of my other breast and the terry across my nipple as you pull the robe fully open above the sash.

You run your fingertips down over the newly exposed skin, and beyond… down to where my hand is laying between us. Then you lift my hand, stretching my arm up over my head… before reaching over to do the same with the other arm. Your palms press against my triceps as you shift again, moving fully over me, legs nestled between mine, weight on your elbows as you begin to circle my recently exposed breast with your nose, similar to what I’d done to your chest earlier. As my kadıköy escort nipple puckers, you slide your hands into the arms of the robe against my bare skin and start to caress my underarms with your thumbs.

We are both very turned on. I can feel you pressing against me through the robe, and I can feel that my own thighs are damp, although you’ve not laid a hand on me there. I can’t imagine wanting you more than I do at this moment… and then your hot mouth closes over my nipple… and begins to suckle.

And I come completely unglued. Out of nowhere, my entire body is flooded with heat. Both nipples are rock-hard. My back is arched hard toward the ceiling… toward your mouth. I hang on to the pillow above my head for dear life and cry out, thrashing my head as wave after wave of pleasure takes over my body, exactly in sync with the rhythm of your tongue stroking my nipple inside your mouth… again and again. I am a puddle beneath you, and I am completely at your mercy as I finally start to come down, only to have you look up at me and take my other nipple into your mouth, sending me right back through the roof again.

Long minutes pass. As sanity finally returns, I realize you’re watching me… your hands stacked just above my breasts, your chin resting on the backs of your hands. “Hi,” you say. Still catching my breath, and a little embarrassed about my complete and utter loss of control, I just smile at you and say, “Mmmmmm…” You say, “That was… incredible — very, very sexy. I loved watching and listening to you.” I bite my bottom lip while you’re talking, then take a big, happy sigh and roll to my side, pushing you off of me and cuddling into your arms facing you. I wrap my own arms around you and give you a big hug, content to be touching you in any way.

We drift off for a while, and the next thing I remember is waking up with you spooned up behind me, your lips brushing over the back of my neck. The room is dark with the early sunset of a rainy day. I stretch against you and purr at your kisses, feeling you begin to stir behind me.

The robes had all but come off while we slept… the ties becoming completely loosened. I feel your fingertips at my shoulder, reaching under the collar to help me take one arm out. You sit up and shrug your own robe off, leaving you bare-chested above the covers, before moving to lean over me for a hello kiss and helping me to shrug completely out of my own robe.

I love the feel of your chest hair brushing against my nipples, and start to run my hand down your side toward your ass to pull you back over me when you pull away. “Ah, ah, ah… I want to taste every square inch of you today, and I’ve only gotten this far” you say, drawing a line across the bottom of my ribcage with your fingers. Looking at me that way you do, with a half smile, you say “Turn over and lay on your stomach for me.”

As I roll over, you pull both robes from beneath us and toss them to the floor. I am lying with my hands stacked and my head pillowed on them as you straddle me just below my hips and brush my hair aside. You place your hands at the base of my spine, fingertips toward my sides, and massage slowly up my spine… your thumbs pressing deep into the muscles surrounding it. I sigh out a moan only to gasp it back in when you caress lightly back down the sides of my breasts. Back at the small of my back, your fingertips brush inward, over the dimples there, making me squirm under you. Again, up my spine, massaging… then caressing back down and across… I squirm that much more this time, knowing what’s coming, and feel your body twitch where it’s lying against my cheek. This time, when your hands massage up my spine, your body follows them… pressing you more firmly against me… your skin against my skin from shoulder to hip. Your nose in my hair you breathe deeply then move your lips to my ear and whisper, “You smell so good… I can’t wait to taste you.”

I shiver and whimper under you, biting my lip and pressing my ass up against you. Your hands slide back down my body… past my breasts… my waist… under my hips. I gasp and press up against you again, wanting to spread my thighs as you reach lower, but my legs are held tightly closed by your own on either side of them. Just as your fingers brush over my pubic hair, you flick your tongue behind my earlobe. I gasp again only to feel you moan above me, “Oh, my god you’re wet.” I whimper out “Uh huh” as the tip of your middle finger starts to slide between my lips.

You press deeper, and with your lips moving against the outer shell of my ear ask, “Does this help?” “No…” I sob. Smiling, your lips move to the back of my neck. Moving your finger in slow circles you ask, “Do you want me to stop?”, and before you can even get the last word out I whisper, “Oh god, no…”

Never removing your finger from my moist lips, you roll more to one side, taking me with you… your arm stretched around my hip and your thigh still pressing mine closed as you start to brush your lips down my spine… kissing… licking… nibbling your bostancı escort bayan way down… your body sliding against mine as you go. My hips press back against you, again and again, in time with each slow revolution of your finger.

Nearing the base of my spine, you find one of my dimples and nibble, making me jump. You slide the other hand back under me, hugging my hips with both arms as you nibble the same spot again, holding me still. The electricity running through my body is so intense that I can barely take it. “Shane, please…” Your lips move to the other one and I press my hips into your hand, making me gasp for a totally different reason as the pressure of your finger increases.

Finally, you move away… releasing me as you use my hip to pull me fully onto my back again. You stretch out next to me, head to feet, and begin to kiss the top of the ankle closest to you and run your fingertips up the outside of that leg… past my hip to my waist… then a single fingertip back down over the top of my hip bone to my thigh… and back down to my ankle. With each pass, your lips move higher… up my shin… to the inside of my knee. I bend the other knee, spreading my thighs… anticipating your kiss.

Just as I reach out to caress your legs you move out of my reach and begin to nibble your way up the inside of my thigh… higher and higher… I hold my breath… hoping… but knowing better. Sure enough, as your lips reach the crease at the top of my thigh you press your tongue into the tendon there, making me moan before trailing your lips up over my stomach… past my belly button to the bottom of my ribs… and back down to the other ankle to start my torment all over again.

Until finally, finally I feel your warm breath on my moist lips, and your tongue flick out to taste me for the first time. I’m so sensitive that I can barely lay still as you start to trace the outline of my lips with your tongue. You settle more firmly between my legs, wrapping your arms under each leg and back around over my hips to hold me down as you take your time, even now… making me mindless with desire for you.

My hands grip the sheets under me as you take your first, long, ice cream lick up the center of my lips. You moan against me as you discover how truly wet I am for you, making me moan too. As you take another long lick, my hips tilt up causing your tongue to press more deeply into that most sensitive little spot. I moan deep, and you flick your tongue over it again then rise up and say, “You like that, hmm?”

In answer, I release my grip on the sheets and run my fingers through your hair, pulling your mouth back for another intimate kiss and for once, you give in and give me exactly what I need without making me wait or beg for it. I hiss out, “Oh god yesssss…” as your tongue starts to flick over me again and again. As the pressure builds inside me, I start to pull your hair in my mindlessness. You bring one arm out from under my hip, link your fingers over mine, and use my hand to caress up my thigh… over my stomach… to my breast where you use my own fingers to tug at my nipple in rhythm with your tongue… making electric current run from my nipples straight to my core.

You abandon my fingers to my nipple and trail your own back down my side, but instead of wrapping your arm back around my hip you bring your hand between my legs, and with your index finger bent, start to rub your knuckle against me, below your tongue, pressing… teasing… spreading me open… building the pressure even more. I begin to roll my hips, and spread my free leg, placing my heel on your shoulder for leverage, wanting more of you. Letting go of your hair, I bring my other arm up over my head reaching for anything to hold onto and beg, “Oh god, Shane I need you inside me. Pleeeease…” You moan against me, “Mmmm mmmm,” then, letting your thumb take over where your tongue left off, you tell me, “Not until I’ve touched you everywhere.”

Before my mind can even register what you’ve said, your lips are back around my little bud, sucking gently, flicking your tongue over me again and again as you press two fingertips into me… just deep enough to feel my body squeeze them, sucking gently… in concert with every flick of your tongue. Dying to have you inside me, what you said finally sinks in. I realize that you’re not going to give me what I truly want until I lose all control again. I quit holding back, no longer trying to wait for you… knowing you’re resolved to wait your turn until I am nothing more than a quivering puddle in your hands… and start to focus on the feel of your tongue… your fingers… my fingers, in earnest.

I can see us in my mind’s eye… in a sea of tangled sheets… me on your bed… my right hand raised above my head and gripping my own hair… my left hand cupping my left breast and tugging at my very hard nipple… your left arm under my leg, hand wrapped around to my hip, anchoring me… my foot on your shoulder, pushing… your lips sucking gently at me in sweet, sweet waves… your fingertips teasing me in the most suspenseful way possible… your own body hard as a rock, waiting, waiting… for my whole body to tense and pulse under and around you… screaming with the intensity as my head thrashes from side to side and I soak your hand even further.

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The big day arrived, and after work, Mindy had scheduled her first appointment. One of the things she had learned was to never allow a client near her real apartment, so she had planned on renting a room for the evening. The client she was going to see, had been cleared as safe through Frank, and had scheduled a two hour appointment for twelve hundred dollars. Mindy was amazed that someone would actually pay that much for sex.

She was excited, scared, and nervous as she got ready for the appointment. One of the things that the lady had stressed was cleanliness, so Mindy took two total baths, shaving all her areas carefully and perfectly, and applying lotion all over to make sure she was smooth, soft and silky all over. She wanted her first gentleman to have the time of his life, so she made sure she was perfect. She had checked in to the upscale hotel on her lunch hour so she would be in business attire, and she left her apartment with the room key in her purse and drove to the hotel about an hour before the appointed time.

She was wearing a little flowered sundress with straps over the shoulders, and her tiny high heeled sandals to match, and nothing else. She thought he might enjoy the easy access. Her hair was combed out loose, framing her gorgeous face in highlighted brown perfection and her tan skin glowed from a combination of health, and expensive lotion. She moved like a cat, sleek, and lithe. She walked into the hotel, and took the elevator to the floor her room was on, got into the room, and then retrieved some ice and a couple of soft drinks. She found herself waiting impatiently, fidgeting and nervous. A dozen times she turned the TV on, then back off. She checked her hair and makeup over and over, to be sure she looked as good as she could. She knew that the client was also expected to be immaculately groomed and prepared as well. She understood that they might not be able to control what they looked like, but that they could and would be neat and clean.

She knew only a little about her first client. She knew that he was about fifty five years old, a white man, with a paunch, and balding head, but that he was a very nice man, and that he was an experienced participant and would be kind to her. Frank had assured her of that, and the two conversations she had had on the phone with him indicated the same.

At last, the knock on the door came, and Mindy jumped to answer it. He was right on time, a short, heavy man, carrying a dozen roses, and a box of Godiva chocolates. His face was flushed and once inside the room, he took a look at Mindy and let go a “Wow!” under his breath. “My lord, darling, you are even lovelier than I was told. You are perfect,” he exclaimed. Mindy actually blushed a little from his obvious admiration. She smiled and got him a drink, as they began a little small talk to relax and get acquainted. For several minutes, they sat beside each other on the sofa, talking aimlessly, smiling at each other, and looking each other over.

Mindy didn’t need good looks in a man if he was someone that she could connect with emotionally, and luckily, bostancı escort bayan she could connect at some level with most people. She found Art, his name was Art, to be a pleasant, kind man, married but lonely as his wife was all about the children and grandchildren and had pretty much forgotten Art was still in the family. He had turned to paid companionship rather than a girlfriend or such, as he told Mindy; it was much neater and easier to hide.

After a few moments, his hand dropped to Mindy’s cute knee, gently fondling and caressing her soft, smooth skin. She felt a tingle run through her as she realized what that touch was going to lead to. She leaned back a little to watch his hand begin to play up the inside of her sleek thigh, his fingers tickling, and his palm caressing the softness he found there. She let his hand slide higher, ever closer to finding her secret. He leaned in to gently kiss her on the cheek, before letting his lips touch hers ever so softly.

Mindy liked the gentle kissing, and let her jaw drop open a little to allow his tongue to slip inside her mouth, sliding against hers. She responded positively to his advances, kissing him back, pushing her tongue against his and into his open mouth. She felt his hand reach her crotch on the inside of her thigh, and she felt him tense and heard a little gasp when he realized that she was pantiless. She felt his fingertips brush over her tender mound, and then reach lower to slide gently over her sweet, tiny lips. She felt herself moisten rapidly from his teasing caresses. Their kisses heated up, each tongue earnestly sparring with the other, lips sliding together, hands touching and caressing. Mindy was getting totally turned on, her body starting the familiar ache, her pussy becoming very wet and her nipples becoming hard and sensitive as they played on the sofa. Mindy’s hand had wandered over Art’s stomach and down to his crotch, where she encountered what was an amazingly rigid penis.

He felt her touching it, and whispered, “Thank God for Viagra.” She smiled. Mindy slid off the couch onto her knees on the carpet, getting in between Art’s legs. She fumbled with his belt, then the catch on the pants, and zipper. She got them open and started tugging to get his pants down. She stopped to slip his deck shoes off, and went ahead and removed his socks as well. She then went back to tugging on his pants, gradually working them down his thighs to his knees where they easily slid off. She laid them neatly aside, and turned back to Art in his boxers. Mindy hooked her fingers in the waistband, and tugged them down, letting Art’s rock hard cock spring free, his swollen and tensed balls hanging beneath it. Art’s cock was of average length, and average in diameter and on his dose of Viagra was impressively hard, strutted with blood, and throbbing as Mindy gazed on it, before lifting her fingers under his ball sack and gently stroking the thin skin of his scrotum then hefting the balls on her fingertips.

She leaned forward to place a kiss on the inside of Art’s thigh. She felt her cheek brush ümraniye escort the rigid shaft of Art’s cock, which was thrusting straight out from his body. Art evidently felt it too, as he shuddered all over from the gentle sensation. She kissed slowly up his thigh, to the point that she could slide over onto his tight ball sack. She nuzzled gently into his balls, using her cheeks, her lips and even her nose to caress them, driving Art crazy with the sensation. He trembled in excitement as her lips touched the swollen head of his rigid penis. She kissed it softly, and then slowly slid her pursed lips over the soft skin, feeling the tension in it. She slowly let her lips open, until the head of the fat cock slid partly into her mouth. Inside her mouth, she used her tongue on the pulsating head, sliding it against the skin, feeling his reaction, and tasting the clean, sexy taste of him.

Mindy let her mouth open farther, and let the cock slide farther in. Slowly, she took it as far as she could, let the head touch the back of her throat, and then began working slowly and sensuously up and down on the cock in her mouth. She continued sucking for several minutes, changing speed, pressure, and technique as she sucked, allowing Art all the pleasure she could. Mindy felt herself getting wetter, her excitement rising from the contact with a male, and the closeness of the male body and sex organs. She knew that her little cunny was already leaking juices onto her thighs, as she could feel herself soaking wet. She realized from this encounter that she was turned on by men that she would have never imagined could get to her.

She slowly left his throbbing cock and kissed up his torso, his shirt hanging open and his hairy chest and stomach hanging over his crotch. She used her lips and her tongue to caress his skin, settling in on his nipples, going from one to the other, licking and sucking gently as he moaned and shuddered in pure lust.

Mindy stood and unzipped her dress, which was all she had on and let it drop from her exquisite body, watching the worshipful look on Art’s face as he first saw her completely naked. She took his hand and led him to the king size bed, sliding his shirt off his shoulders and pushing him back onto the soft bed. She kneeled between his spread legs and began to concentrate on sucking his hard, throbbing prick again as she began to anticipate accepting his penis into her hot little body. For quite a while, Mindy used her whole mouth to caress all of Art’s cock. It was throbbing and pulsating as she sucked it.

She broke loose long enough to use her tongue all over his wrinkled ball sack, pulling each testicle into her mouth, sucking them and running her tongue around and over them, licking lower until her tongue was below the skin of his scrotum, teasing the crack of his butt cheeks. She worked back up to take his rock hard cock into her hot sucking mouth again.

Finally, Art pulled her off him, and stood and guided her onto the bed, laying her down on her back, and crawling between the luscious spread thighs, kissing his way from her escort kartal ankles up to her knees along the soft silky skin of her calves and then on up, onto the sleek beauty that were the insides of her perfect thighs. He finally found his way to the tiny pink slot that was Mindy’s hot little pussy. First tickling around it with his tongue, he then closed his mouth over it, thrusting his tongue into her. He slid his tongue in and out of her vaginal opening for a couple minutes before he began to use his tongue on the little button at the very top of her slit. She began to tremble and moan softly, feeling all the thrilling sensations run through her body as he ate her. She enjoyed his ministrations to her sex completely, as he worked to make her cum.

After a few minutes, she began to shudder and shake, tensing all over as she began to orgasm against his mouth. She tensed completely and moaned louder as she almost curled into a ball, cumming as she felt his tongue still in her. Then she was so sensitive she had to get him out of her, the feelings just too strong for her to maintain the contact. She pulled him up, giggling in delight as he stretched out half on her and half beside her, his hard throbbing cock lying against her sleek, smooth, tan thigh. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself on him. She was totally excited and turned on by this older, overweight but sexy man. She began to pull him onto her, feeling him settle in between her smooth thighs.

Then he hesitated a minute, looking into her eyes. “Honey,” he said, ” its up to you, but most girls use a condom for this. Its for their safety mostly. I don’t need one with you but if you want one, its okay by me.”

Mindy looked at him for a moment. She had some in her purse, but she hated the nasty rubber smell and feel of them inside her. It wasn’t as exciting as skin on skin and the feel of cum filling her. She shook her head, and pulled him to her once again. She opened herself and allowed him to push his hardness into her slick, wet, softness. She felt the hard throbbing penis fill her, bare and skin to skin. The thought of it made her shudder with the thrill. They began to move with the rhythm as old as time, as he fucked her there. After a long time, and several position changes, Mindy was on her knees, her face against the mattress, as Art thrust hard into her hot and open pussy from behind. He tensed and groaned as he began to empty his balls into her. Right after he started to cum, she began to cum too, totally into the passionate sex they were having.

A couple hours later, they finally left each other, over an hour longer than he had requested and totally exhausted by each other. Mindy was thrilled with the sex, and almost forgot the heavy envelope that Art handed her as they left the room. She tucked it into her purse and didn’t look at it again until she got home. It had been sealed but was ripped open when he handed it to her, and when she counted the money, instead of twelve hundred there was two thousand dollars in it. Mindy’s mouth fell open in amazement. She had just had the time of her life, and had made two thousand dollars in cash. She hardly slept that night, mind racing with all the possibilities she could imagine with making that kind of money. She couldn’t wait to call Frank the next morning. She wondered if this was really possible.

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Being 19 years old, I work a part time pizza delivery gig at night, but kinda sleep in during the day. Unfortunately, my 18 year old sister still has to go to school, and every morning when she gets up she plays music while she’s getting ready. She also stomps around pretty good, so it’s not uncommon that she wakes me up in the morning. I just lay there most mornings, and wait for her to go off to school before I nod back off for a while.

But the other morning I couldn’t help but feel horny. Guess I’d been having a hot dream. I threw the sheets off and started to stroke my hardening cock, and every so often when Sis would walk by the doorway I’d get a little extra thrill. Our family is really open, as you may have guessed, and we’d always run around nude around the house. Our parents taught us that masturbation was natural and not a big deal, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. So it didn’t bother me that the door was open and as Sis passed by the door she could look over and see me whacking off. As it turned out, she wasn’t interested, and never even looked into my room.

But I sure looked at her. Mom and Sis had great bodies, and they both always turned me on. Of course, both of them had known this since my early teens, when I couldn’t hide my reactions to them. They both graciously ignored kartal escort my erections, for the most part. Once I got an erection while Mom was doing some housework, all that bending over and ass shaking while she buffed, polished, picked things up. I was sitting in the living room watching TV, and as it happened Baywatch came on just then. It was all too much for me, so I started to jerk off. When Mom noticed, she didn’t say anything, but she did sit down on the couch across from me and spread her legs wide, giving me a good view of her tits and pussy. She watched the TV show, only glancing at me as I masturbated, smiling once when our eyes met. When I started to get close to cumming she said, “please use a tissue honey”. Mom kept tissues everywhere since no one knew where the mood would strike Dad or Me. After I filled the tissue with sperm Mom just smiled, closed her legs, and walked up taking the wadded up cum tissue from me, saying, “let me take care of that messy thing for you sweetie”.

Anyhow, Sis was walking around getting ready, and at first she was nude, then after her shower she was in her cute bra & panties set. At one point she came into the hall dancing as she went, and paused to groove to a particularly good part of the song, treating me to a show of her dancing in maltepe escort bayan her hot, sexy undies. That about pushed me over the edge, and I started looking about for the box of tissues Mom keeps stocked up on my bedside table. Shit! The box was empty!

Oh, not now… I thought. I was too close! Normally, I’d have gotten up and gotten another box from the hall closet, maybe even brushing Sis’s ass with my hard cock on the way, just for fun. It was always amusing to have her bitch about precum stains on her Victoria’s Secret panties… But not that morning… I needed a tissue right away!

“Hey, Michelle,” I hollered, “Michelle…”

“What,” she said, sounding annoyed as she peeked into my room. Seeing what I was doing, she giggled and said more softly, “what, big brother?”

“Could you get me a fresh box of tissues?”

“Sure,” she said, ducking back out into the hall.

Knowing that my Sister knew I was jerking off and had looked at me doing it, and was about to be back in the room with me in her undies, and that I was about to get the needed tissues, and be able to let go… maybe even with Sis in the room.

A moment later Michelle came back into the room, while I furiously jacked off, and said, “Hey, better slow down, Bro… we’re all out of tissue. Sorry.”

“Shit…” escort pendik I groaned, knowing I would not be able to hold back.

“Wow, you’re that close, huh? Mom’ll kill you if you stain the sheets.”

“God,” I grunted, “do something… I’m gonna cum!”

Sis looked about frantically, but saw nothing close at hand to catch my spew in. Suddenly, to my surprise, she grabbed my forearm and yanked my hand off my cock. A second later, to my amazement and joy, she took the head of my dick into her mouth just as I began to shoot off. It was an incredible feeling, cumming in my little sister’s mouth! I grabbed hold of her head instinctively, and shoved my cock deep into her throat. Her fingers grabbed firmly a hold of my firm ass cheeks in her surprise, but she didn’t gag, and she swallowed every drop I fired into her.

A few moments later it was all over, and Sis slowly took her mouth off of my cock. She spent a few seconds lovingly kissing and licking it, before she flopped down on the bed, sprawled over my legs and breathing hard.

“Michelle… I… I…” I didn’t really know what to say. She’d given me the best cum of my life.

“It was all I could think of,” she said.

We both broke up laughing hysterically. After a while I suggested she ought to go brush her teeth. Sis stood and walked to the doorway, but turned as she held onto the doorframe, and smilingly said, with a naughty twinkle in her eyes, and said, “nah… I’ll be tasting you all day, big Bro.”

I couldn’t believe it. Of course, I never made it back to sleep.

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It was my first long weekend at the lake with my cousins and older sister. I had just turned 18 and they said as long as I didn’t leave the camp, I could have beers with them. It was fun, we never got too wild so we didn’t attract attention. I woke up on the Sunday morning earlier than the others and intended to go fishing, something at the edge of the campfire caught my eye though, looked like a pile of partially burned polaroid pictures. Only one or two were actually destroyed, the rest were fine but they were shots of a naked girl from the neck down. Her hair was either short or held up but there was a few pretty great poses where I could see her full breasts and shaven pussy. I quickly put the undamaged ones in my pocket and made sure the others burned in the few embers that were still hot then went to my fishing spot.

I caught a few fish and cleaned them at the lake and had the fire going again by lunchtime, with the fish I caught and some of our supplies I had enough to feed us all.

“Well if this is how you are on lake trips little brother, you can come back, this is good.” Said my sister Amber as she ate some fish.

“The fishing up here is great, I know what lures are best.” I replied.

We had some fun on the kayaks and paddleboards, I had almost forgotten about the pictures until I went to bed but looked through them again and picked my favorites and since they didn’t look like anyone I knew I laid them out and jerked off to them. I became addicted to them. When we got home I found a good hiding place and most nights I’d pull them out, jerk off then hide them again, it was my secret addiction.

A few months later, my Mom had got a new job and we were all moving into a bigger house across the city. Our Dad had vanished when we were very young so it was a big deal for mom getting her promotion. My sister was helping me with the last of my boxes, as she picked one up the bottom split a little and my pictures fell out. I turned round as she picked them up, her face was red.

“Wh… where the fuck did you get these?” She said after looking at them.

“I found them at the lake, they were thrown on the fire but only a couple were burned. I figured they were Jay’s ex or something.” I replied.

“Why did you keep them, what are you doing with them?”

“I… I uh, jerk off to them.” I said, feeling my own face go red.

Amber stared at me for a few seconds.

“Why?” She finally said.

“She’s sexy as hell, I’ve never seen a woman so sexy, do you know who she is?”

“Yes I know who she is. It’s me.”

My stomach dropped.

“I don’t believe you!”

Amber handed me the picture that was essentially a close up of her breasts and then pulled her shirt off and pulled up her sports bra letting her breast spill out. I practically had the picture burned to memory, she had a pretty distinct trio of freckles by her left nipple that drove me wild and there they were, right in front of me.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you, I swear.” I said.

“Did you mean what you said, about me being sexy?” She said, covering herself back up.

“Y… Yes.”

“Keep these safe, do not tell a fucking soul that you have them. Have you ever shown anyone else?”

“No, I swear.”

“Lets get the rest of this stuff moved, we’ll talk about this later. I’m not mad at you okay.” She said then kissed me on the cheek. She stuffed the pictures into the box again then carried it out to her truck.

We spend the rest of the day unpacking, Mom’s company had hired movers who had done most of the work so we just had to arrange the little things and unpack a few personal boxes. I sat on my bed as I unpacked the box that had the pictures in it and had just put them away when Amber came into my room. She smelled like she was clean out of the shower and was wearing a robe, her hair up in a towel. She closed the door behind her then sat on the bottom of my bed.

“Mom’s gone to that dinner party, she said to just order pizza for ourselves.” She said.

“Her new boss really likes her huh?” I replied.

“She should, 2nd day there and she won them a $3 million account.”

“Nice, she’s been so busy I’ve hardly seen her.”

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend little brother?”

“I… I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That they won’t like me. When I was in gym class the guys said my cock is gross and deformed, I couldn’t face another woman if one seen it and laughed or something.”

“You have a foreskin, most guys don’t, Mom said she refused to conform when you were born.”

“I’m sure it’s not that, my friend has one too but they don’t make fun of him.”

“All cocks are different little brother, don’t worry about it okay.”

“Okay.”

“Do you still have that camera that Mom bought you last year?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t like those polaroids, my ex took them and he’s a dick. If you promise to not put them anywhere online and never show anyone I’ll let you take new ones with your camera.”

“But, they’re naked pictures.”

“Marcus, ataşehir escort bayan you’ve been jerking off to naked pictures of me, I want you to have better ones so I can burn those polaroids.”

“I, okay.”

I got my camera from my box and set it up, I was shaking though and Amber started laughing.

“Oh sweetie, you’re so nervous, all your pictures will be blurry.” She said.

“I can’t help it.”

“Here, put the camera down and sit on your chair.”

I did as she said, Amber stood up and faced away from me then slowly let her robe fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Her ass was amazing, she looked over her should at me and I felt my cock harden. Before she turned around I did my best to adjust but I couldn’t hide it, when she faced me, her beautiful naked breasts right before my eyes I was hard and almost drooling at their magnificence.

“Well I’m taking that as a compliment.” She said, looking down at the tent I’d made in my shorts.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“Sweetie, relax, I am giving you this. I’ll tell you a secret, I get off on showing off.”

“Well you’re very sexy Amber, I can see why you like the gym.”

“Thank you. Now have you finished shaking?”

“I… I think so.”

“Good, I’m going to lay on the bed and pose for you, make sure all the pictures you take cut off my head, zoom in if you want, get as close as you want, I’ll check your work when we’re done.”

I took dozens of pictures of her, I did as she asked and kept all the shots below her face but I got close ups of her nipples, full body shots and close up shots of her pussy when she opened her legs for me. I noticed she was wet too, her labia were glistening with her juices. She sat up and smiled when she’d given me a few of her beautiful ass too.

“Lemme see. Ooh, these are great sweetie, I’m deleting this one though, can see my face.” She said, looking through my camera.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, one picture out of all these. I love them, I may want a copy of the disk for myself. Will you let me take some of you?”

“I uh, I suppose it’s only fair.”

I wasn’t as graceful when I stripped, I stood before her, not knowing what to do with my hands and worried what she’d think of my cock.

“Holy shit. Do you know why those boys made fun of you baby?”

My heart dropped, I thought she was going to be mean.

“N… no.”

“Your cock is magnificent, you’re huge! I did not expect you to have this beautiful monster between your legs.” She said, staring at my cock.

“Really?”

“Yes baby, those little boys fucking knew you’d put their little dicks to shame. Can I touch it?” She said, I didn’t get a chance to reply before she had her fingers round my shaft.

I’d never had a woman touch me in any way before. I didn’t care that she was my sister, her hands were warm and she was stroking my cock and I was in heaven. I stammered that I was going to cum but Amber kept going, getting faster as she tightened her grip. I hadn’t jerked off in 2 days because of the move so I was pretty full, my first spurt hit her in the face then the rest of my climax splashed over her breasts as she kept stroking me I gasped and moaned in pleasure.

“Holy fuck, I thought you were never going to stop cumming.” She said with a grin.

“I haven’t been able to touch it in a couple of days.” I said, still catching my breath.

“This load’s just from a couple of days? Wow. I, am going to shower again, as a thank you for agreeing to burn these Polaroids I want you to join me. We can take pictures of you later.”

“Join you, I…in the shower?”

“Yes sweetie, I’m going to work this shy out of you and we’ll start by you washing your cum off my tits.”

Our main bathroom had a pretty amazing double shower with dual heads and even a little bench to sit on for the steamer function, Amber got the water to temperature then pulled me in with her, put her shower gel in my hands and told me to wash her body. I was nervous as hell but once I started rubbing soap over her I relaxed a little and when I got to her breasts after washing her back, my cock responded accordingly and I was hard again in no time. Amber noticed of course and grinned as my breathing got heavier when I washed closer to her pussy.

“Stand right here.” She said after rinsing the soap off my hands.

She positioned me facing the bench then stood facing it and bent over, using it to hold herself up. I wondered what she was up to but she reached back and took my cock then placed it at the entrance of her pussy.

“Are you sure about this Amber, I’m your brother.” I said, my inside voice telling me to shut up.

“Do you want it?”

“Y… yes.”

“Good.” She said then leaned back into me, taking my cock inside her.

It took her a few thrusts but she took my cock all the way inside her and just held still.

“Oh fffffffffuck that feels good. Your cock is filling me like I’ve never had baby. Take escort kadıöy it slow to start but hold on to my waist and start thrusting.”

I did as she asked and was soon groaning with pleasure. I’d jerked off with lotion and baby oil but I had no idea being in a woman’s pussy would feel so amazing. I kept it slow to begin with but as my orgasm approached I increased my pace and started slamming into her. Amber was almost incoherent with her moans and whimpers, I felt her pussy almost spasm on my cock and before long I felt that wonderful feeling then I was spraying my cum deep into my sisters pussy. Amber was cumming so hard with me, her back had gone a bright shade of red and I almost had to hold her up with her legs getting weak but when I was spent she stood up and pressed her back against me and had me hold her close as she caught her breath.

“Tha… that was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life little brother.” She said, moving my hand up to cup her breast.

“I enjoyed giving you my virginity.”

“What? You’ve never fucked a woman before?” She said, looking over her shoulder at me.

“No, shy remember.”

“Well, I’m going to make this the best cherry losing day ever. Lets get dried and go to my room. I hope you recover well, I want to ride you.”

The excitement and anticipation of getting to fuck her again had me semi hard the whole time, she laid me on my back on her bed then slowly sucked my cock back to hardness. It ached a little but I didn’t care, I had a sexy woman practically worshiping my cock and it felt wonderful. She straddled me and slowly took me inside her again and spent at least 30 minutes riding me slowly, getting close then backing off until she felt I was going to cum again then slammed my cock into herself until I pushed up to cum inside her again. She collapsed on my chest then when I started to soften she got off me and snuggled beside me. I’m not sure how long we napped for but she sucked me until I was hard again then got on all fours.

“Now this position lets you get pretty deep, try not to slam too hard, I’m a little tender already but I want to fuck you all day.” She said.

I managed to do as she asked and just enjoyed looking down at her beautiful ass as I fucked her. I lost count of how many times she came but she was almost in a daze by the time I sprayed what seed I had left inside her. We napped again then after cleaning ourselves up, ate our pizza then snuggled together on the couch to watch a movie.

“I don’t think I need to tell you but don’t tell anyone about this okay? Tomorrow I’m going to start showing you how to eat pussy and how to use that awesome cock of yours to really please a woman and I promise I’ll help you be less nervous around women okay?” She said to me.

“I’d love that.”

Mom came home really late but Amber and I were already in bed. She had enough time to say Hi to me in the morning but was gone by the time Amber crawled out of bed. She walked into the kitchen with a slight limp.

“So, we’ll be oral only today my dear, my pussy is throbbing and not in the good way.” She said, kissing me on the forehead before sitting down.

“I’m okay with that.”

I made her breakfast and coffee then we headed to her room to begin my ‘education’. I think to each time I came in her mouth, she had maybe four or five orgasms. The next morning she had me start by eating her then she had me fuck her, I was on cloud nine having my own woman to fuck all I wanted at home and was walking around with a constant grin on my face. One morning Amber came to see me in my room, she was still texting on her phone.

“I have a surprise for you later. You will follow my instructions, you will not speak a single word and in return you’re going get something awesome. I need a picture of your cock, I’m going to suck you hard but don’t cum.” She said.

I didn’t argue, Amber sucked me long enough to get me hard, took a picture with her phone then got up to leave.

“Oh, no jerking off!” She said then left.

A few hours later I heard someone at the door, Amber sent me a text telling me to stay in my room so I didn’t see who arrived. About 5 minutes later she quietly opened my door and told me to strip naked. I did as she told then followed her to her room. I was stunned, one of her friends, a stunning Asian chick she’d went to school with was laying naked on her bed, her legs open and her shaven pussy glistening with her juices. She was wearing a blindfold too so couldn’t see me. Amber whispered in my ear.

‘I’ve licked her a little but you take over, when I give you thumbs up, you can fuck her.’ She said to me. I just nodded.

I got between her legs and licked her how Amber had been teaching me and when the girl started to moan, Amber tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at my cock, hard from licking the girls pussy.

“Are you ready for the biggest cock you’ve ever had Miss Karla?” Said Amber.

“Y… yes.” She said.

Amber nodded at me and I slowly pushed my cock into the Asian girl. She maltepe escort gasped and moaned in pleasure as I filled her, taking my time to let her get used to me. Eventually my balls were resting against her soaked pussy lips, full and ready for her.

“Oh, fffffuck, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me hard my mystery stud, I can take it.” Gasped Karla.

I did as she asked and enjoyed the look on her face as I began to thrust, she was soon cumming almost constantly and her tight pussy felt like a vice grip every time she orgasmed. I lasted longer than I expected to, putting it down to Amber’s training but I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed my cock deep into the girl and blasted the contents of my balls deep into her pussy. Karla screamed “Oh MY GOD” as I filled her and I’m pretty sure she blacked out at one point too. When I was done I pulled out of her slowly and watched my cum flood from her pussy. Amber sucked the juices from my softening cock then led me out to the hallway.

“Stay in your room until I come and get you, I’m totally fucking you when she’s gone, that was hot as fuck. I took some great pics for you too.” She said, lightly slapping my ass towards my room.

I did as she said and waited until she came bouncing into my room with a huge grin on her face.

“So Karla is a big dick queen, she loves huge cocks and I told her I found a guy with one and said I’d let her have a go. She wants you again next week when her husband is away for longer, I said I’d think about it.” Said Amber.

“She’s fucking married? What the hell Amber!”

“Relax, he’s a cuck, she’s off home to make him eat your cum.”

“What the fuck is a cuck?”

“Cuckold, basically she makes him watch and he gets off on watching her get fucked by other men. He gets off on it and she loves it. Now, can we talk after you’ve fucked me please, I’m horny as fuck.”

I was given to 5 other women over the next few weeks, I was loving it and between Amber’s friends and herself, I was getting all the sex I could handle.

One morning though, after we assumed Mom had left for work, I was being ridden pretty hard by Amber when Mom came into her room. Amber was enjoying herself so much she didn’t realize she was there at first but when mom cleared her throat she froze, slowly sinking to the hilt on my cock.

“Well, no wonder you’re always smiling young man. Amber, get off him please.” Said Mom.

Amber’s mouth was sitting open, Mom gasped when she seen my cock.

“Well you do not take after your deadbeat Father. I’m going to overlook this and turn a blind eye but you’re going to do something for me. My boss just went through a pretty nasty divorce and to put in bluntly, needs a good fuck. I think she’ll not be able to walk for a day after you but she needs it. She’s hot so don’t worry but you’re going to pose as an escort, give her a good time then leave, I’ll text the address, do not tell her who you are and don’t be late or I’ll send you both to separate coasts for college. Amber, you’ll have to wait for your fun, I want him full.” Said Mom.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been watching all these pretty young ladies coming and going on our cameras, a day later Amber deposits cash into her account. I put a spy camera up in the hallway and watched him come in naked, leave breathless and dripping so… I have to leave, no fucking until he gets back tonight, you, don’t be late.” She said to us both then left.

“You were getting paid for me fucking them?” I said to Amber.

“Yes, I was going to surprise you, I have your share in my dresser, I know you’re saving for a new computer.” Replied Amber.

“Well since I’m not allowed to cum you better sit on my face so I can get you off.”

“You’re not upset with me?”

“Oh yea, totally, making all these hot women fuck me is infuriating.” I said and laughed.

The ‘date’ with Mom’s boss was actually really fun, she was older but really kept in shape and had an amazing body. She actually managed to wear me out too but I enjoyed her. After I’d cum a second time she snuggled against me and stroked my chest.

“Oh if I was 20 years younger I’d not let you out of my sight, that was the best sex I’ve had in I don’t know how long.” She said, smiling.

“Not many can keep up with me never mind wear me out but you were amazing, thank you.” I replied.

“Well thank you. I know who you are too but I won’t spill, it was really sweet of your Mother to arrange this, I was pretty depressed and thought no man would want me again but you showed me otherwise. I wasn’t even naked and you were hard for me.”

“You’re a stunning sexy woman Lisa, your ex is an idiot for letting you go.”

“Well thank you, he wasn’t one for enjoying what he had, more interested in his golf but he paid for it. Anyway, may I have you again this weekend, I have a cabin up north and I’d love this big cock of yours to wear me out in every room.”

“What time should I be here.” I replied, grinning.

“I’ll pick you up Friday night.”

When I got home, Mom was waiting for me, she had a big smile on her face and hugged me.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Lisa just texted me, she said you were very sweet, made her feel alive more than her ex ever did and genuinely made her feel wanted. Was it okay?”

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Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story.

This is a story about a teacher I had in high school that was pretty hot. It is not a true story, even though I wish it was. She was about 5’7″ tall, with long brown hair and a nice set of tits that I stared at some times in class. She had a nice pair of legs that I would love to just caress. She is not very thin but not very chubby. She mostly dressed conservative but sometimes a little bit adventurous. She frequently wore long skirts that were slit up the leg. I would stare at her legs when they came out of the dress. Sometimes I would ask her for help and she would bend over and her breasts were right there. I felt like staring at them and just grabbing them and ripping her shirt off and tittie fucking them.

I am nothing special myself. I am 5’9″ tall and about 180 lbs. I’m not solid muscle but not fat and I have about a 6 inch dick, probably not that big but what can I do. One day she asked me to come and stay after school because she wanted to talk with me. Everyone said I was in trouble and typical high school stuff but I really didn’t think so. I really didn’t know what it was for. When I got there she was standing right at the door and when I got pendik escort in she locked it behind me. When I asked why she locked the door she said that it was because what we were going to talk about was personal.

She sat at her desk and pulled a chair up for me. I sat down a little wary. She had taken her sweater off that she was wearing during the day revealing a shirt that was really tight across her tits. She caught me looking and just smiled. She started talking about my grades and how I have been doing so well. Then she caught me looking at her tits again. I just couldn’t stop because they were just so beautiful.

She finally said here and raised her shirt and flashed me. She really had the greatest tits I had ever seen. She said, “Are you happy?”

I replied, “Ummmmm yeah, I really enjoyed that!”

She said a little sadly, “I don’t know why. I am so ugly.”

“No you are not! I think you are really hot!”

She blinked, “No I am not.”

“Yes you are!” I said unrelenting and pointing at the bulge in my pants. “Just look what you did to me!!”

She smiled a little shyly.

“God I think you are so gorgeous. I’ve been so fascinated with you all year. You have such maltepe escort wonderful long legs and those, well those tits!! I exclaimed, a little surprised at myself.

Taking off her shirt she jiggled them saying, “You like these?”

“Oh my God, yesssss!” I hissed, as I reached out and grabbed them.

She responded by moaning and purring.

“I’d love to see more!” I begged.

She slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She had no panties on and was completely shaved which I loved. Her lips stuck out of her pussy which was very hot.

“Come here,” she commanded.

I got up and walked over to her. She grabbed me and kissed me hard.

“I ummmmm I’m a virgin Ma’am,” I stammered.

I think she almost came from hearing that! She cooed, “It would my pleasure to take your virginity.”

She took me in her arms and kissed me lightly, but then I took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. I eventually opened my mouth and frenched her. She started purring. I started to caress her tits but she grabbed my hands and really made me grab them. She started moaning.

She stopped the kissing and then whispered sexually, “Baby, I want you to eat me out.”

I kartal escort started kissing down her body to her pussy. It was so beautiful and I told her this and she thanked me. I started licking the lips and she started to moan. I used my fingers to spread her lips and found her clit and started sucking it. She started moaning louder and she started to buckle at the knees so she sat in her chair. She came after a little more sucking saying that she came so quick because she was so turned on from when I was staring.

“My cock is really straining in my pants,” I groaned.

“Ohhhh I can take care of that baby,” she smiled. “Sit down here,” she ordered, pointing at the chair I had just eaten here pussy in.

She opened my pants and took out my cock and I almost thought she had a heart attack. I started apologizing for the size, but she said no it was very big for her. She told me I was 2 inches bigger than her husband and 2 inches thicker. She started stroking me a little and I got really hard. I grew an extra inch.

She took me in her mouth and started bobbing up and down on my dick and I couldn’t hold out long and I came so much some of it seeped out of her mouth.

Swallowing it all, she giggled, “Mmmmmmm that was yummy baby. I’d love to continue this some other time……”

If you have any comments good or bad about this story please tell me I would like to get better at this since this is my first time. Thank you for reading.

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Sally’s Second Session with Theresa

Before turning on the recording of my session with Theresa, I had set my alarm for 5:00 A.M. Monday morning. I was joining Robert at his favorite restaurant at 6:00 P.M. and my son had a swim meet after; the only time I would have for the gym was the crack of dawn. While on the treadmill I intended to select some counselors to recommend to Theresa. I had lost any sense of therapeutic objectivity with her, it was my ethical and professional responsibility to withdraw. I was also worried about myself. I attributed much of my success to self-discipline, my thoughts and desires were now ricocheting around beyond any power I had to control them. I was scared; part of me liked those thoughts. Unchecked, they could endanger my career, my place in society, my sense of self, and my accomplishments.

I arrived at the office a few minutes early wearing a conservative blue business suit. The day proceeded well, but as 4:00 P.M. approached my uneasiness grew. I liked Theresa and we had established an instant rapport. I did not look forward to disappointing her.

At 4:00 P.M. my staff buzzed me to let me know Theresa had arrived. I opened the door to see the two women who work for me happily holding up potted plants decorated with large red bows.

Theresa explained. “As late as we ran on Friday, I figured these ladies probably stayed a little bit late trying to figure out what to do. These,” pointing to the plants, “are my apology and thank you.”

Theresa seemed a different woman than she had on Friday. She was wearing make-up and her hair, which was pulled behind her head during our last visit, now fell freely to her shoulders, framing her lovely face. She was wearing mid-calf level boots with two-inch heels, a skirt that reached her knees, and a loose fitting pressed man’s shirt whose top two buttons were open, revealing a gleaming white tee shirt underneath. She was probably not wearing a bra, I thought.

The biggest difference from our last visit, however, was the smile on her face. Whatever had happened since Friday’s session, Theresa had liked it.

I invited her into my office. As soon as the door shut Theresa hugged and kissed me on the cheek. Her breasts pressed against me, confirming my thoughts about her bra. She stepped back slightly, taking my hands in hers, and the words spilled out of her.

“I had the most amazing weekend. There were a dozen roses waiting for me when I got home with a note from Miles to meet him in the bedroom. I guess it’s our bedroom now. The sex was tremendous. He promised to celebrate our time alone my cumming inside me in each room of the house. We didn’t quite make it – it’s a big house – but it wasn’t for lack of trying. During our breaks I told him about our session. He said he will support whatever I decide. Sally, I know we didn’t conclude anything during our last visit, but you treated me with respect. I came in feeling like a pervert and left feeling like a woman. A woman with an issue, but not a crazy deviant. I understand I may need to stop it with my son, but for the first time in months my sense of nagging self-loathing is gone.”

This was not the time to tell her she needed a new therapist. I put down the list of other mental health professionals I was going to ask her to consider. I would call on my training and experience and get through this session.

“Miles asked whether you wanted to see him.”

I had thought about that. In order to properly evaluate her and her relationship, protocol required that I talk to her son. To do that both of them to would need to waive confidentiality so I could freely discuss with each what I learned from the other. In normal couples therapy a waiver of confidentiality was assumed and could be verbal. Theresa and Miles were not a normal couple. A formal written waiver of confidentiality was required. However, I expected this to be my last session with her. I knew I needed to refer her to someone else. I decided to postpone discussing an appointment with her son until the end of the session.

“That was actually one of the matters I intended to discuss with you. We’ll get to that later.”

Letting go of my right hand, she still held my left while we walked to the couch. Her body language and tug on my hand indicated she expected me to sit next to her as I had at the end of our last session. I had intended to sit in my chair, but realized my rule about physical boundaries was already hopelessly compromised. Any effort to re-establish it now would be artificial. It would also signal disapproval to Theresa, which would impede our progress. I sat down next to her.

We discussed the first two issues I had addressed in my research. She was aware of the increased risk of birth defects and assured me she was on birth control. I also reviewed my research about incest as a universal taboo; its prohibition was not just an artifact of Western culture. As I suspected, her concern was not incest’s rejection as a universal norm, but the harm it might be doing to two very specific people: her and her son.

I turned to this concern. I could see she pendik escort was nervous. I took her hand in mine.

“Theresa, there is no reason to believe that incest is inherently harmful. It can be, but there is no research to conclude it must be. While I can understand why it is against the law, there is no evidence that incest is always damaging.”

Her relief was palatable. For the second time that session she threw her arms around me and hugged me. This time I found myself looking forward to the crush of her breasts against my body.

“Let’s not celebrate too quickly. There are still serious issues here. I would like to discuss the first two together. Your son is a teen-age boy. He should be developing conventional social ties and growth. He is not going to take advantage of the full opportunities of life if his primary focus is finding ways to get his father out of the house so he can make love to his mother. Concomitantly, your marriage is not in good shape. Sex with your son is going to distract you from any effort to address it.

“On the other hand, let’s say he ends his relationship with you to lead what society would call a normal life, how would that affect you? You’re his mother. He would not be like a high school boyfriend who left you for a girl he met in college. You wouldn’t need to interact with that guy ever again. You will need to do so with your son. How are you going to react when you can no longer be his lover?”

Theresa took her time. When she replied her tone of voice was contemplative.

“I hadn’t thought about it in exactly those terms, but you’re right. My son was awarded a full scholarship to Stanford. When our affair first began he talked about going to a local school and not a college two time zones away. The first few weeks I agreed, but then the mother in me stepped forward. I knew, we both knew, that Stanford was the right place for him. It’s going to be terrible not being with him full time. We even discussed my moving to California, but we both realized that would just delay the problem. At some point he needs to move on.

“As to my marriage, you’re right again. But, the point is, I don’t really want to fix it. My husband has his job, it’s his one great love. I am quite happy letting my husband be absorbed in his work while I am absorbed in his son.”

She was clearly upset. She looked down, then back at me, all the time rubbing her hands together or fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

The contact helped. She continued. “It’s funny you brought this up. My son mentioned over the weekend that he might have an answer to at least some of these problems.”

“Did he explain what it was?”

“No, I asked. He said it was one of those ideas that if you looked at it too hard, it would never thrive.”

“Did you think he had a real idea or was he just comforting you?”

“Something real was in his head. This is not something he would kid about.”

I decided to pass over his comment. We would get back to it later.

“Theresa, I raise these issues because they should be considered. By themselves they are not reasons to end the relationship. In fact, while they may be good grounds not to start an incestual relationship, once you’re in it they simply become things that need to be worked out. The fact that you and your son are talking about them are good. You should continue to do so. Which brings me to my last concern, consent.”

I explained the general concerns about consent in incest before arriving at her particular case.

“When you told me about the night you became lovers, I was struck by the number of times your son asserted control over you. He made you promise to obey him before you went shopping, talked about taking you from his father as if you were property, and spoke about owning your cunt.”

Theresa took a few seconds to answer.

“He is an aggressive lover. I love the power I feel in him when we are in bed. Of course, I not exactly sure how he would have gotten me into his bed without his being aggressive. I wasn’t about to volunteer.”

That drew a smile from me.

“An aggressive powerful lover is fine. I am not saying there is anything wrong here, but I do want to explore it further. Have you two ever had sex to which you initially objected?”

“Yes, is there anything wrong with that?” She seemed confused.

“No, every couple but the dullest has. When I asked you the question did one particular event come to your mind.”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I did go to school for this stuff. You were thinking about consent in your relationship. When I asked you about agreeing to do something to which you had initially objected the strongest example would be the first one in your thoughts. Now I want you to tell me about it.”

She hesitated for a second, decided to go ahead, and scooted closer to me on the couch, placing her left hand on my right knee. The physical contact made her feel more comfortable and I, to be honest, enjoyed it. I decided to let it slide.

“Since we became lovers my son maltepe escort had asked me about anal sex. I have a few girlfriends who have tried it and none of them endorsed it. My husband tried it once, but he hadn’t even penetrated me when I panicked and told him to stop and he is not nearly as big as my boy. So I told Miles no.

“He never insisted, but he was clearly still interested. He never missed an opportunity to complement my butt. He found my backside especially fascinating when his father was around. I had given up trying to stop him from putting his hand on my fanny or pressing his erection against it, when his father was in the next, or sometimes the same, room.

“He also included it in our lovemaking. He loved to give me a back rub, ending up gently biting me at the base of the coccyx, nibbling along the length of the edges of the crevice in my butt….”

Here she turned to me. “Is there a word for that?”

“Several,” I answered, “intergluteal cleft, vertical gluteal crease, and gluteal cleft are some.”

The absurdity of these terms in the present context brought a soft laugh from both of us. She continued.

“You do know some stuff. Well, he would nibble along the edges of that thing you said, then kiss it, then run his tongue along it, then do it all again. He would separate the cheeks of my ass and run his tongue along the bottom of the cleft. He would then pay special attention to my anus. He would gently blow air onto it, which would make it quiver. He would lick it and force his tongue inside my sphincter. He often brought me to orgasm by reaching under me with his hand and masturbating me while his mouth paid attention to my ass. When we first started out there would be some tension back there, but after awhile I started to relax. He noticed it also and commented on how mush easier it was to push his tongue inside me. I was sure happy for that, because I was learning to love what he did back there. I never knew my butt was such a sensitive area and could bring me such pleasure. When he tongue-fucked my sphincter while stroking my clitoris with his fingers, it seemed that the same fire that burned in my cunt was burning in my backside.

“It worked the other way. When his mouth was on my pussy he would use his fingers to stimulate by fanny. He would stroke my anus and then slip a finger inside me. He was always careful to use a lubricant. He started out with his pinkie, but over time he worked up to his middle finger. Often he would slip his thumb into my vagina and his middle finger into my butt while sucking on my clitoris. He developed a rhythm so everything down there seemed to be moving together. I had not imagined that my butthole could be a source of such pleasure. I went from anxiety when he approached my butt to yearning for it, but still there was a big difference between his fingers and that fat cock of his.

“The big moment came during Family Day at Coliseum, my husband’s company. The company throws an annual picnic for its employees’ families. It starts with a high-tech presentation about the company followed by the usual trappings. The company hires a local band, there are softball and volleyball games, and the food and beer flow freely. As the wife of an executive my attendance is essentially mandatory, but Miles hadn’t gone in years. Thus, I was surprised when he said he would love to go when my husband asked him That night, after my husband had fallen asleep and Miles and I had finished making love on the couch downstairs, I asked him if he was up to something. He said he certainly was, but I would have to wait to find out what.

“It was bright and sunny the day of the picnic. As a result even more people attended than usual. When the presentation in the auditorium was announced my son held me back for a second so that we were among the last to enter. All of the seats had been taken, so my son directed me to the half-wall and railing that ran along the back of the auditorium. I leaned against the wall; my son stood behind me. Then he leaned forward slightly, and I felt his hard cock touching my butt.

“As I instinctively pulled forward, he whispered, ‘Look around, it’s safe.’ I did; he was right. The half wall was interspersed with thick square floor to ceiling columns. We were standing between the final column and the wall of the auditorium. The column blocked any view of us from the side. The lights had been turned off and the light from the stage was blocked by the half wall. The area behind it was near pitch black. The only possible way you could see what was going on would be if you were standing right on top of us, and there was nobody within twenty feet.

“‘You’re still being bad,’ I told him.

“‘I can be worse, you know,’ and with that he slipped his fingers into the belt loops of my shorts and pulled me back until my rump was planted on his erection. He didn’t rub it against me, but he definitely let me know it was there.”

“Did he stop?”

“No, and I didn’t ask him to. It was turning me on but I figured nothing could come of it. We were surrounded by hundreds of people, but all I realy cared kartal escort about was his presence. I loved the way his strong body felt against me and, oddly considering the packed room, I remembered how good he smelled: he was wearing an aftershave and cologne we had picked out together.

“After the presentation my husband went outside to drink beer and share war stories with his buddies. My son and I wandered throughout the facility. He was still bad, whenever we were alone he would stroke my butt and kiss me. When we had the chance we held hands like teen-agers. I was still pretty aroused and enjoyed his tongue in my mouth even with my eyes open to make sure no one saw us. Then we went outside and separated for awhile. He played volley ball while I chatted with some people I knew. The next time I was aware of him was when I heard his voice behind me. He had two plates full of food and two soft drinks. ‘Hungry? Thirsty?,’ he asked.

“We sat and ate. As we did so he pointed to his father’s office on the second floor of the building. He observed that the combination of the darkened environmental-friendly windows, the brightness of the sun, and the lack of any lights inside the offices meant you couldn’t see in the offices from the outside. I looked up and, wondering what he was up to, agreed.

“‘For example,’ he went on, ‘I can’t see the three foot tall model of Dad’s latest project that sits on the conference table under that window.’ He pointed. I looked up again. He was right. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

“‘Maybe someone stole the model. You and I need to investigate.’

“He stood up and offered his hand to help me up. I grabbed it and stood next to him.

“We started walking towards the building, which made no sense. While guests had been provided with a temporary key cards to get into the main building, for security purposes the individual offices had been locked and screens covered the windows in the doors. “You know we can’t get inside his office,’ I told him.

“As we reached the building my son, looking like the cat who caught the canary, reached into his pocket and fished out a small key, ‘Well there is that spare key he keeps at the house.’

“We used the key card to enter. I started up the stairs, my son behind me. I was about to object to his entire plan when he said, ‘Those shorts sure do show off that fine butt of yours. I have been able to think of very little but your rump since we got here. I’ve been thinking about shoving my tongue inside, I’ve been thinking of tickling it with my pinkie, I’ve been thinking about …’ He continued in this vein, describing in detail all the things he wanted to do to my backside. I couldn’t believe the conversation, walking through my husband’s office building while my son described in minute detail how he was going to make love to my ass. He stopped for a moment when another couple entered the stairwell, heading downstairs. It was the company’s senior vice-president and his attractive young secretary. I had seen his wife outside. Hanky panky in the building was apparently company policy.

“The second floor hallway was empty and my son resumed his inventory of the ways he lusted for my ass. I was getting extremely turned on. He opened the door to my husband’s office and holding my hand walked over to the table: the model was still there. Standing behind me, he reached his arms around to cup my breasts, which he gently kneaded. ‘We now know two things,’ he announced, ‘the model is still here and no one can see inside this room.’ He was kissing me on the neck and nibbling on my ears. He was gently rocking his erection against my behind. His left hand left my breast and slid down my body, where he placed it on my belt buckle and started moving by body in the same rhythm as his, making sure I could feel his hard cock as he our bodies swayed in rhythm.

“I was still worried. I asked him what we would do if his father came through the door. Miles told me what I wanted to here. ‘It can’t happen. First, he is already three sheets to the wind. He couldn’t make it up the steps or fit a key in the door. Even if he did, he wouldn’t recognize or remember what he saw. But we don’t need to worry about even that. He asked me to bring him his keys when we left the house. I gave him the set without the office key.’

“The hand which was rocking my hips unbuckled and unzipped my shorts. He dipped his hand inside and started playing with the entrance of my vagina. He could feel how wet I was. He was not going to believe any protest I made about making love in his father’s office, but it really didn’t matter any more. Any desire I had to say no was a fleeting velleity.

“His middle finger slipped inside my vagina. His thumb rested just above my clitoris. He started to move his thumb in slow gentle circles. My clit was throbbing under this indirect stimulation. With his other hand he continued to caress my breasts through my bra, which made the fire between my legs burn even brighter. I matched his movements, keeping his monstrous erection pressed against my butt. He unhooked my bra and his left hand moved around to my left breast. Mostly he just held and gently squeezed it. Occasionally he would tease my nipple with one of his fingers, which further heated up an already over-heated pussy. It was a position meant to arouse me, but not to push me over the edge.

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The following story is about some girl-on-girl action with a measure of medical procedure, enemas specifically, thrown in. If that kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, then you might want to stop reading right now. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

It was another busy Fall week when Ellie looked at the medical office’s schedule and let out an audible sigh. The medical office was the downtown Seattle location for a large OB/GYN practice where Ellie was one of several nurse practitioners. At 30 years old and an attractive enough blond of average height, what made Ellie memorable was her 38D boobs that even when wearing scrubs you one could not help but notice. Over the years Ellie had had several boyfriends, but nothing was going on in her love life at the moment.

The office schedule was so hectic that Ellie had ignored the need to have a daily bowel movement and on Wednesday night she took a docusate capsule hoping that things would resolve themselves the next morning. But nothing happened so just to further encourage her body, she had a large glass of prune juice and a bowl of bran for breakfast. Much to her chagrin nothing had happened by lunchtime, not even the slightest urge. That night, becoming more concerned, she inserted a glycerin suppository, but 30 minutes later only managed to pass a little translucent bullet. So then she took another docusate capsule and went to bed. On Friday morning, still nothing was happening other than the fact that she was now feeling unbelievably sluggish. Thinking that she now had to resort to some more drastic measures, she found a Fleet enema that she had in the linen closet. After her shower, she knelt on the bathroom floor, inserted the tip in her bum and squeezed its contents into her rectum. She waited several minutes all the while hoping that it would work. It didn’t and instead she only passed four ounces of cloudy water.

On Friday, the busy routine of the office was all consuming. By mid-morning Ellie had already seen 10 patients and decided to take a break. After getting a cup of coffee she took the first sip and realized how much her body was craving the caffeine. She had no sooner taken the second sip when her colleague, Rachel, another nurse practitioner came for a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Ellie, how are you this morning?”

“Not so good. Sorry, I should have said ‘OK, thanks for asking.”

“What’s wrong”

“I’m am so awfully constipated! Bound up doesn’t begin to describe it.”

“Oh, Oh. We’re nurses so I know that we’re also our own worst patients. You better tell me about it.”

“Today is Friday, but I haven’t had a bowel movement since Sunday.”

“That would certainly make me grumpy, too. What have you done about it? Anything?”

“Everything I could think of. I added fiber to my diet, took a laxative with stool softener, inserted a suppository, and had a Fleet enema. Can you believe nothing worked?”

“I think we need to get out the really heavy artillery. Stop by my place after work and I’ll give you a serious enema if you think you are up for that.”

“At this point, anything. OK, I’ll drop by but don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. Besides, it is what nurses are supposed to know how to do. I’m sure that you remember illegal bahis growing up when all of the medical procedures had to do with your butt—temperatures, enemas, shots, you name it.”

After work Rachel headed home and Ellie was mere minutes behind her. Rachel had barely taken her coat off when Ellie knocked at the door.

“Wow, you are eager.”

“No time like the present, I suppose,” replied Ellie perhaps unenthusiastically.

“Well, come on in and let me take your coat. Everything that we need is in the master bathroom so follow me.” Rachel led Ellie to the back of the condo and through her bedroom to the bathroom and opened the door to the linen closet.

Ellie was a bit taken aback at the array of enema-related items and other obvious sex toys that Rachel had. “Do you use all this?” she asked in amazement realizing that Rachel had a serious fetish.

“No, at least not recently. But there was a time when my ex and I would occasionally get into some kinky stuff. Right now we just need to get you a good cleaning out,” replied Rachel with a faint naughty smirk. “All we need is the enema bag, the colon tube, some enema soap, and a tube of lube, she said gathering the necessary supplies.

“I haven’t seen an enema bag since I was in nursing school. We had to learn how to give one, but that was the last time,” said Ellie looking still overwhelmed at the huge collection of kinky items that Rachel had.

“You really should get yourself one of these,” said Rachel as she proceeded to fill the red rubber bag with warm water, then adding the soap and attaching the hose. “I probably do a couple every month. Now for the moment of truth. Spread a couple of these towels on the bed and take off your scrubs bottoms and panties.”

Ellie did as Rachel instructed and then intuitively went to lie down on the bed. Rachel donned a pair of latex gloves, lubed her index finger and inserted it into Ellie’s bum. While the intent was to lube Ellie, she also wanted to see how impacted she might be.

“Are you ready for this?” asked Rachel inserting the nozzle.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

At that Rachel started the flow and the warm soapy solution began to fill Ellie.

“So far, so good,” said Ellie.

“You are really full of poop, so you won’t be able to take that much,” explained Rachel just as water began seeping out from around the nozzle. “Like now. I’m going to let you go to the bathroom, but this is probably going to take some time.”

Ellie headed for the bathroom and in the distance Rachel could hear that there might have been some progress. When Ellie came back into the bedroom she said, “Well, that was more than I’ve gone in a week. So, it’s a start.” At that she positioned herself again on the bed, Rachel inserted the nozzle again and Ellie took more enema. In the meantime, Rachel couldn’t help but admire what a great firm little butt that Ellie had and began to fantasize what fun she might be able to have with it.

Ellie finished taking the bag and once more headed off to the bathroom. This amount of enema had the desired effect of cleaning much more out of her. Her poop literally came in waves and no sooner did she believe that she was finished when even more flowed from her bowels. After cleaning illegal bahis siteleri herself up, she returned once more to the bedroom and said, “That was awesome. Thanks.”

“Can you believe that you’re not done? I think you need to take another whole bag,” said Rachel, but surprisingly Ellie didn’t argue about it. It might have been Rachel’s imagination, but for some reason she began to think that Ellie was enjoying this. “Maybe she’s anal erotic?” thought Rachel.

Rachel headed off to the bathroom intent on preparing more soapy solution. As she did so, Rachel could not help but think of using her strap-on once Ellie had been suitably cleaned out. Rachel was also getting horny and the thought of her getting an enema from Ellie and having Ellie use the strap-on on her also entered her mind.

When Rachel returned to the bedroom, she showed Ellie that she had replaced the rectal nozzle with a long flexible colon tube so that the next enema would be a high one and totally clean her out. Ellie seemed agreeable and rolled over. Rachel lubricated the first few inches of the tube and introduced it into Ellie’s bum. Then once she started the flow she twisted and pushed the tube carefully up, not stopping until nearly two feet of the rubber tube was inside Ellie filling her.

“I’ve never used a colon tube before. It’s really comfortable because I can hardly feel a thing.”

Rachel thinking that this might be the opening for more play time replied, “That’s good. If you want to get some practice with it, you can try it out by giving me an enema once you’re finished.”

Ellie didn’t even have to think about that offer and readily agreed.

Some half hour later after Ellie had finished taking and then evacuating the enema, the two girls returned to the bathroom where the bag was refilled. Rachel got Ellie a pair of latex gloves and they returned to the bedroom where Rachel removed her scrubs and bikinis before lying on the bed. Ellie lubed Rachel really well. “That’s really deep, too. She’s seems to be enjoying herself, which is a good thing . . . for both of us!” thought Rachel as she enjoyed Ellie’s finger up her butt.

Then exactly as Rachel had done to her, Ellie inserted the colon tube and gently pushed and twisted it in all the way. It had been done correctly because Rachel could not feel a thing, yet the bag continued to empty its warm soapy contents deep into her bowels.

“You have great technique,” said Rachel. “My ex used to do this to me whenever we were getting ready to do anal and it brings back some fond memories. An enema makes anal go a lot easier.”

“I had a boyfriend who would like to do anal on me especially when I was having my period, but we never did an enema first.”

“You’re all cleaned out so if you want we could try using the strap-on. It feels really great when done right.”

“Gee, I don’t know,” responded Ellie.

“If you want you could wear the strap-on first and do me.”

“OK. I’ll try that.” At this point Rachel had finished the bag of enema and Ellie removed the tube. Rachel headed off to the bathroom to empty but was secretly elated that Ellie wanted to give the strap-on a try. As expected the enema really cleaned her out so she knew that the strap-on anal fun would go just canlı bahis siteleri fine.

When Rachel returned to the bedroom she brought the strap-on with her, but was surprised that in the meantime Ellie had removed her scrubs top and brassiere. “Gosh, but her 38D tits were nice,” thought Rachel to herself as she then proceeded to take of her top and bra revealing her much more modest 34B tits.

“On second thought since I’m new at this maybe you should do it to me first,” said Ellie completely catching Rachel by surprise. Rachel wasn’t sure what was going to make her pussy wetter, using the strap-on on Ellie or having Ellie use it on her. Either way, she was looking forward to it.

“OK, so this goes around my waist but gets worn low on the hips,” began Rachel, “It fastens here on each side, but the next thing is to make certain that we use plenty of lube. Since you’ve never done this before I’m using one of the smallest ones.”

“Smallest?!” exclaimed Ellie looking at its length. “How many of these do you have?”

“Three, but I’ve never used the biggest one. It’s just plain scary. I’ll have to show it to you later.”

“This size will be fine I’m sure. I’m ready when you are, just be slow,” said Ellie as she felt Rachel lube her bum for the fourth time this evening. Rachel then lubed the tip of the strap-on and introduced it to Ellie’s bum. Slowly but steadily she pushed it in. Ellie moaned with delight.

“Can you believe it’s all the way in?” finally said Rachel.

“Yes, it feels huge but I can’t imagine trying this without doing an enema first.”

“Me neither,” said Rachel now thrusting the artificial phallus in and out.”

“Oh, that feels great. Except I think I’m going to cum!” exclaimed Ellie. “It just feels soooo good.”

“The only thing it’s missing is a nice load of cum for when you climax.” Ellie was in extasy as she had a good climax and pussy juice ran down her legs.

After a few minutes of post-climax relaxation with the phallus deep inside, Ellie was spent. “OK, you’re next!” she exclaimed just as Rachel withdrew the phallus.

After taking the strap-on to the bathroom to wash it off, Ellie seemed like the old pro as she strapped it on and had it properly adjusted on the first try. Rachel couldn’t wait any longer and urged Ellie to lube both her and the phallus. No time was wasted with any preliminaries and soon Ellie had the device up Rachel’s butt moving it in and out like she had been doing it for years. Rachel, too, was driven to climax as pussy juice drained from her. The two eventually collapsed on the bed exhausted from the workout.

“That was great,” said Ellie. And to think that I came over here tonight just to have you help me with my constipation. But now I’m starved so let’s go to the deli on the corner and get something to eat.”

“Sounds good to me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Maybe we should try the strap-on in our pussies some time. What do you say?” asked Rachel as they walked to the corner deli.

“That sounds a little too much like girl-on-girl at the moment,” she said just as they walked past a pharmacy. “I think that the first thing I need to do, however, is get myself an enema bag. We might have to stop in here on the way back from the deli.”

“Not a bad idea,” replied Rachel. “I wouldn’t think of being without one because they do come in quite handy.”

“They do, don’t they,” said Ellie with a giggle. “You just never know, do you?”

“No, you don’t, do you?” agreed Rachel.

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Saroja’s situation was really remarkable. She pondered the events leading to this day, when she was nursing three cocks at the same time. Nursing is the only word that could adequately describe what she was doing. It had not yet become an outright gang-bang and she couldn’t say if it would become that. Yet, there was one cock in her mouth which she was lovingly kissing and pumping with her mouth, another in her fist which she was rewarding with strokes, and a third which she was consoling by caresses with the sole of her foot.

All three cocks were just being petted, caressed and fondled. None was a complete fuck. At least, not yet. Neither of three men was bold enough to react on their own to add to the chemistry. And that is because men don’t open out to each other or in front of other men so easily.

Perhaps that is why gang-bangs don’t happen so often or so easily in India. We don’t have football locker rooms where could get comfortable with one another.

Or is it because men compete for the attentions of a woman and that doesn’t come easily in our overfull houses and an approach that is actually fear rather than conservatism? Given a chance….

And due to the competitive and starved scenario no man really lets on about his sex life; they like to perpetuate the myth that each is a lothario.

And that is why the three young men with Saroja did not respond or participate fully in the initial period. They were unsure of each other and because the bullock cart in which they were traveling was shadowy inside in the evening light, they didn’t know that Saroja was active with the others too.

Now it would have been completely different if it was more than woman. This scenario is, in any case, every man’s ultimate fantasy, so he is likely to lead them on should anything start. Two women loving each other in the presence and in tandem with a man does happen. Two men loving each other with a woman joining in? No, not really.

Women know each other, talk about how their men are with them and talk about their bodies. They change in common rooms, help each other bathing and often discuss problems of the female variety with great confidence in one another. For one woman to see another in any state of undress is no big deal. In fact it happens all the time.

And that is why Saroja’s situation with her three young relatives was remarkable. She was one woman and there were three of them.

The family wedding which Saroja was returning from is a typical example of how women talk to each other and are comfortable with each others bodies. Usually, in such events all the women shared the same room, bathing, changing and adorning themselves in the presence of the other women of the marriage party. The men do not get to sleep with their women; all the women cluster in one or more of a set of rooms.

It is a great chance to gossip and catch up with one another. As a herd they find comfort in one another. And usually this ensures they are never late for any of the important functions, because from the bride onwards everyone is getting ready in everyone else’s presence.

Saroja had come for this wedding with her husband, his younger brother and two nephews. The younger brother was 27, and the two nephews were 18 and 19. Saroja and her husband ranked as seniors but they were not that much older than the others. Saroja’s husband was 33 and she herself was an alluring 29.

Their branch of the family was city-bred and much of the rest of the family came from smaller towns and were not quite the same social class. Relations were excellent but the common ground for fun and games was not the same with the larger group as it was between this closed group of man and wife with brother-in-law and nephews in tow.

And so over days of travel by road and the three days of events the five them stayed closer to one another and the bonding grew. While Saroja knew her brother-in-law a bit better, the two nephews were just acquaintances to her. Over these days, the five of them had had a rollicking time together.

Their jokes made sense to one another and their tastes were similar too. For instance all of them secretly enjoyed eating chicken and had noticed the “Naidu’s Military Hotel” on the way to the marriage hall. It seemed neat and likeable and like a bunch of adolescent brats, they sneaked out and ordered only the side-dishes. The server was amazed that no rice was eaten as accompaniment!

Saroja was utterly fun-loving. Even as their car journey into the rural hinterland commenced, she was the one who was constantly asking the car to stop to buy groundnuts, bananas, to drink coconut water and eat guavas.

The nineteen year old Gopi found his aunt completely exciting for the kind of personality he was. Completely uninhibited, she sat next to him in the car letting her thigh rest against his. He journeyed, very conscious of the fullness of the leg against his. And when she fell asleep she let her head rest fully on his shoulder. The soft, warmth of her womanliness was deeply satisfying. ataşehir escort

As the car had jostled and she moved with it, her saree pallo slid and Gopi allowed his eyes to roam the gently swelling slopes her breasts. From where he was sitting, he was able to look right own the front of the blouse, where the sumptuous mountains of Saroja’s fleshy breasts disappeared into a mysterious darkness. Her ‘taali kodi’ (necklace indicating married status) snaked over the hills and valleys of her flesh like a gleaming river. Her cleavage could well have been a gorge into which the river disappeared, hidden from the eyes of adventurous explorers. Like Gopi….

At every stop, they rearranged themselves in different seating orders. Soon enough, Gopi lost his vantage position. But his younger brother Sundar too had the same attraction to the alluring, buxom, playful Saroja mami (mother’s brother’s wife). She had her arm on the backrest of the car when Sundar fell asleep and soon his head had leaned into her armpit. He smelt her sweat which seemed aromatic. It disturbed his drowsiness and his senses became aware. As he slumped lower, his face came to rest against the breast itself.

Sundar had savored every moment he pretended to be asleep as his lips lay open against the swelling of her breast. Saliva dampened the breast and Saroja did not mind the boy drooling in his sleep; it was something that happens to everyone while asleep.

Ravi, the brother-in-law was older than the two youngsters and could not sidle up to be with Saroja but he felt the tug too. His sister-in-law was saucy and spontaneous and his brother Arvind was serious and introverted. Saroja found a companion in Ravi to respond to her jokes and some of her saucier ones were reserved for Ravi’s ears; she couldn’t be that risqué with those two younger fellows. Ravi responded to her in the same spirit.

And then there was the afternoon when the ‘nalang’ ceremony was held. This ceremony is a hangover from olden times when the bride and groom, who traditionally marry o orders from the parents, used to get to know one another through a series of familiarization ‘games’ played in the presence of the entire family of both sides.

Songs are an integral part of this ceremony and it is normal for someone musically minded to render a film or popular song, replacing the names of the protagonists with that of the bride and groom.

During this song session, Saroja had made bold to break the taboo and sing raunchy film songs. She enhanced the raunchiness by dancing to the numbers, wiggling her hips and thrusting her breasts and jiggling the, as the dancers in the movie were want to do. And in the heat of the moment with a small crowd dancing along, Ravi had jumped, thrusting himself back at his ‘manni’ (sister-in-law) in rhythm also in the fashion of the film heroes.

This usually elicited a lot of laughs, including the older ‘mamas’ and ‘mamis’ being indulgent at what on another occasion would have invited retribution and recrimination. The ladies laughed, winking at one another, and making suggestive remarks to the bride, full of innuendo.

The older men took the opportunity to lech at all the younger women who were bold enough to dance.

What particularly added to the flirtatiousness in this case was Ravi, Gopi and Sundar’s readiness to help by singing the lyrics along with Saroja. Whenever there came a particularly innuendo-laden stanza, Saroja would pretend not to know the words and hum along. Immediately the trio would offer the exact words, making Saroja blush initially.

Later she laughingly joined them, betraying the act she actually knew the lines herself. Radiant eyes met, hands touched and laughter resonated at a very personal level.

The three young men found that the woman they called “manni” (sister-in-law) was a sexual bombshell, ticking every minute. (They all called her manni though for Gopi and Sundar she was mami. This happened because the age difference was not significant.)

Now, while all of this raised the temperature, many of us will recognize that this happens in almost all weddings and would have happened to most.

But what was completely different and unusual in this case was when Saroja refused to share the rooms of the women-at-large because it was just too messy and a big jumble of people and things.

She insisted on a separate set of rooms which her husband’s branch of the family would use separately. As it happened, there was only one available room at the chosen hotel which would meet her standard. It was suite, and so there was an additional drawing room. The group agreed that this extra space allowed enough space for all to sleep and enough privacy to change.

By then the comfort with one another had reached such levels that Saroja quite often, did her makeup wearing just her blouse and petticoat. Each man got an eyeful of Saroja manni’s ample bosom, her burlesque ass and her luscious lips and profile in various poses.

And so it happened over the kadıköy escort days that each of her unstated sexual suitors had that extra moment of intimacy.

In Gopi’s case it was the moment when she realized her bra was far too dark under the color of her blouse and could be seen separately. She called Gopi – and this is where getting ready with other women helped; there was no limit to exposure and the nature of help asked for and rendered, without sex getting in the way. Saroja had noticed subliminal messages from all three and perhaps getting a little bit of harmless sex in was needed. “Poor boys!” she sympathized.

“Does this bra show?” she asked, looking herself front and back in the mirror, her eyes meeting Gopi’s in search of a reply. “Hmm?” she persisted. Gopi’s throat was dry. He had been secretly glancing at her and now he found himself being asked to specifically look at her. He didn’t know how to acknowledge his awareness of the ‘bra’ as a concept and answer without letting his manni feel that he had been eyeing her.

“Ada- sollu pa!” she exclaimed, eyes dancing. (Hey, tell me!) “Lost your tongue? Look here,” she said, turning her back to him and hands tracing her bra-strap. With her eyes on him in the mirror, she asked, “Does this show?”

Gopi’s eyes were not on the back. They had been on her mounds of flesh straining against the blouse when she was facing him. As she turned away towards the mirror, back to him, his eyes had followed. First the bust-line appeared as she was half turned. And then came the gently heaving mounds of delectable flesh.

“Look here,” she emphasized the ‘here’, pointing to the bra-strap, “and not here” she continued, her other hand passing over her bosom. She quickly converted the overt sexual reference to an innocent remark by adding, “Here, the saree will make sure nothing is seen. It is only at the back.”

“It shows,” croaked Gopi, then he weakly added, “the bra shows,” immediately turning deep crimson in embarrassment.

Saroja noticed that the boy was self-conscious; or perhaps very conscious of her sexuality. “Ok, wait here. Let me change to something else,” she said turning away from the mirror to the corner, one side was the wall and the other was the door to the bathroom where Sundar had gone. (Ravi was running some last minute errand outside.) She was going to reveal something which she didn’t want Gopi to see in the mirror.

Back to him, she removed her blouse and her bra. Gopi felt a maddening erection as he took in the sight of her bare back, with its glowing skin and vast expanse of flesh to caress. What was more, when she lifted her arms to slip on the blouse; he was rewarded with sight of the sides of her swinging tits. Gopi quickly ran his fist over his hardon confident that she wouldn’t turn around now and got some relief from the ache in his groin.

She now wore a skin colored bra but the yellow of her blouse was very pale and showed the color through. She needed to be sure; but she was also enjoying teasing the boy. She wondered if he had ever seen bare breasts. She turned around and asked him again, moving in front of the mirror to check for herself.

This color was obviously wrong and even as she asked Gopi for his opinion she shook her head. Not yet moving to the corner, she started unbuttoning the blouse, baring her bra encased tits to the young man. Gopi drank in the sight, following her with his eyes till the last moment when she moved out of the range of the mirror.

Saroja removed both blouse and bra and once again stood bare back to Gopi who was not only fighting the monster in his trousers, but also the monster unleashed in his head. His Saroja Manni was lusciously appetizing.

Now Saroja found that the final bra which she wanted to try was not at hand but she had already removed her top. “Gopi,” she called then stopped, realizing that she ran the risk of showing him more of her body than even she could accept.

She turned her head around to check where he was relative to her while her body was still towards the corner. As she turned, she saw his hand rub the front of his trouser and in that one glance the sexually shrewd Saroja saw the tented erection. She had caused a problem. She decided that she would have to handle this business of getting the other bra with a little more discretion.

“Gopi,” she said, surprised by how hoarse her own voice had suddenly become, “just find my white color bra in the bag.” She now had her arms across her chest to ensure her breasts were not exposed to him. She found it necessary to twist a bit toward him to see if he was accessing the right part of the correct bag. Gopi was painfully aware that as he turned sideways she could probably see his erection. He hoped not.

But he was hoping against hope. Instead of looking at where Gopi was searching, her eyes were intently on the clearly significant bulge. Gopi picked the bra and waved it at her but the moment he looked there, his eyes were transfixed on the side of her breast which was fully exposed bostancı escort bayan to him. “No,” she shook her head, “it is a front opening one,” she told him and her regret at sharing intimate details of her apparel on a madly aroused teenager was instant.

Gopi tore his eyes away from the beautiful luscious woman. Her shoulders were bare and her back was a smooth expanse of flesh. Her breasts were pendulous and barely concealed by her arms. As she gesticulated, he got a glance at one breast; the nipple was brown and like a piece of dried date, seemed so sweetly suckable.

She cleared her throat and felt the color rising to the very bosom which she was looking to conceal. It rose to her cheeks and she stood perfectly still, woman and boy acknowledging the sexual moment with a moment’s quiet.

Gopi found the bra and handed it to his Saroja manni, eyes watching closely for the moment when her breast would be exposed to him. It was exposed as she reached out to take the bra. She didn’t just take it; she took it tenderly. Equally tenderly, slowly, she put the bra on her shoulder and as the cups were brought to cover the tits, she turned to face him. “Thank you,” she whispered, giving him a look at the deep valley between the mounds. What had been a dark mystery the other night was now his to feast on.

Leaving one of the cups of the bra precariously hanging on to the massive breast it was tasked to hold, she put a hand on his shoulder. There was a fractional moment of indecision as the hand lingered. Was it meant to pull or push away? Saroja turned him away with a finality, and in a parting gift the bra cup slipped off its precarious perch giving one final look at the wrinkled, long, brown, oh-so-suckable nipple.

Any thing that happened by such accidents left no feeling of guilt on Saroja. She turned back towards the corner which was her sanctuary from the wildness of hormones and allowed the bra to fall open as she got her blouse on. Gopi turned his back on her dutifully and obedient as ever and mumbled, “Let me go help Ravi mama”. (mama: uncle, mother’s brother). He closed the door behind him.

As her arms were up slipping into her blouse, her breasts swung, heavy and suddenly seemingly full from the close encounter with her elder nephew. The bathroom door opened and fresh-faced Sundar found himself staring at swinging mammaries of his aunt. The nipples had started to grow taut under a delayed reaction to the events that had just passed. Sundar gasped as he saw her lovely breasts in their full splendor. Ever since he had slept against them in the car h8e had wondered how they might look and how they might feel without the obstructive fabric in between.

Now here were the magnificent peaks he wanted to conquer! He was out of breath and as he sucked in air, his towel came undone and the 18 year old found himself nude in front of Saroja manni. As if in sync, his cock rose to salute the sight presented to it and Saroja found herself staring: it was a long cock of average thickness. She was caught so unawares that her own hands didn’t respond quickly enough to cover her own breasts.

“Shut the door,” she whispered, her voice sounding seductive at a bad time for an aunt. Sundar had been about to bend and pick up his towel but he instead responded to his manni’s order and moved for the door. Unable to take the embarrassment of his now complete erection she bent to pick up the towel. Her eyes were on the long cock as if she was keeping her eye on it to avoid a collision with her face. Her face and lips were perilously close to it.

Sundar jumped and ducked reflexively in defense of his cock. Saroja couldn’t help chuckling. As the door shut, they found themselves in the bathroom; Saroja had stepped on the inside of the door which was meant to shut their view of each other. The door to the room outside was still just shut not locked. She draped the towel around his waist, her tongue saucily in one cheek as she smiled at Sundar’s awkwardness.

“Enna? Idu daney?” she asked. (It s this isn’t it?) Her hands reached for his and lifted them to hold up her breasts, like fruit being assessed at a merchant’s. Bringing her face near his, she breathed on him while a hand crept up and bolted the door; the unbolted room door was risky enough. She couldn’t have anyone walking into the bathroom and finding her half clothed with a half clothed teenaged nephew.

Sundar froze with his hands on those breasts. He couldn’t feel them much as he had dreamed of doing just that and more.

“Go on. Feel them and be done. I know you have wanted to ever since that day in the car,” she said softly. He could not have known that she equally craved a man’s touch, now that she had been on display for a while and had seen her effect on the boys. She looked down and saw the tented towel, and then it parted and out nosed the cock.

Instinctively, her hand reached down and took him in her soft fist. She slid her hand under the towel and her other hand rested his head to her bosom. “Inda,” she murmured. (Take.) Sundar let the weight of his head rest on the soft pillows of her breasts as he succumbed to his own dream of lust. His arms went around and he caressed her bare back with one hand while the other felt and weighed and savored the volume of her breast.

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