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Summary: Brenda and her husband Harry, begin an open marriage that veers into the incestuous when Brenda’s younger sister Becky comes to town and awakens something in her.

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“An open marriage?” Brenda asked, repeating the words her husband had just said.

“Yes. Though I guess they call it ‘polyamory’ now? I don’t know, it’s just this stuff I’ve been reading online.” Harry said, showing her his iPad screen with some web article on it. Brenda took the iPad into her hands and read the headline aloud.

“What the hell is this? ‘Could an open relationship spice up your marriage?’, what the hell kind of websites have you been looking at?” She gave her husband a stern look, though internally, the thought of it made her… aroused. But still, she was hesitant.

Harry looked nervous. “Look, it’s like I said the other night, it’s not that I don’t love you or anything and when you admitted the same to me I didn’t feel ‘betrayed’ or whatever. We do sometimes think about having sex with other people. And we’ve had some fun with that. The roleplaying was great, so was the porn but…”

Brenda found herself nodding along, also thinking of the time she was blindfolded. Still, she felt she should feel offended. “But you’re sick of having sex with me?” Brenda asked, eyebrow raised.

“No. No. I mean… well, aren’t you sick of having sex with me?”

Brenda laughed and them sighed. She looked down at the floor for a moment. “I guess?” she said, eyes returning to her husband. “Kind of? But… not like… not all the time… just… look I know when we were younger, before we even met, I know you were a lot like me, having all kinds of ‘adventures’, but honey, we’re in our forties now. We have two kids… I mean swinging? Really?”

“One of them’s in college, the the other has almost finished high school. They’re both doing their own thing now, we can let them off the leash a little, start focusing on ourselves a little more.” Harry reasoned, placing his hands tenderly on her shoulders. “And yeah we’re a little older, but you’re still sexy as hell.” He added with a smirk.

Brenda was struggling to look pissed. “And you’re not too bad yourself.” She said, stroking his face gently. “I’m not sure if I want to share you… you really want to share me?”

“I dunno, I don’t really see it that way.” He said thoughtfully, moving his hands down to his wife’s waist. “We still kinda ‘belong’ to each other, it’s just our relationship is bigger than just sex, right?”

She nodded slowly. “Honestly… I want this. I think we should try it at the very least, see how it goes… but…” She sighed, “It’s not that I don’t trust you but I think we need some rules.”

“Rules?”

They spent the rest of the afternoon agreeing on rules, doing the best to respect each others boundaries. Among many other things, they both agreed to keep things quiet, they didn’t need everyone to know about their ‘arrangement’, especially their kids. They both agreed to keep each other informed of who they were seeing. They agreed not to bring dates home. They agreed to use protection. They agreed not to sleep with anyone the couple were too familiar with. And they agreed that every Sunday evening they’d have sex with each other and only each other.

That evening, the two of them felt far more emotionally connected, far more understanding of each others’ needs and desires. Before going to sleep they had some of the most impassioned sex of their long relationship.

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It had been well over a year since Brenda and Harry had that conversation. Since then, some of those rules had gone out of the window, though of course, not before they discussed things first. This usually happened after their Sunday love making session. They would hold each other in the dark and talk about a few of the ‘adventures’ they’d had that week and some of the ‘adventures’ they wanted to go on. What became clear was that both of them wanted to sleep with people both of them knew and were quite familiar with. Though both had expected to feel more jealous when this open relationship began, the couple found they were far more evolved than they realized.

It had started when Brenda ended up sleeping with Mike from her work. Harry didn’t mind this breach of the rules, nor did he mind that the two of them would sleep together quite often. In fact he enjoyed Brenda telling him all about her sessions with Mike. Likewise, Brenda got off on Harry telling her all about how he’d end up sleeping with their son’s attractive young English teacher Miss Sharp. This led to the two of them sleeping with people far more familiar. Harry would occasionally visit Stacy, a single mother living a couple doors down. Brenda would regularly have ‘brunch’ with Edith, her close friend living across the street. Both had been on dates with old flames. The two had also ended up ‘partner swapping’ with Mindy and Todd, a couple they’d been friends with for years.

Brenda loved it, this growing network of friends and acquaintances that şişli escort were secretly sexually involved with the couple. She sort of understood the appeal of sex with a stranger, and that was often fun – going to a bar in a very short dress and leaving with any random guy who didn’t give off a serial killer vibe. But still, there was something about taking a pre-existing relationship and adding a sexual element that really got her going. Harry seemed to feel the exact same way and Brenda loved the fact that they were so likeminded.

Things got a little crazy when both Brenda and Harry mentioned the cousins they’d had little flings with back when they were in their teens. Though at first hesitant to bring family into this, they’d ended up succumbing and ended inviting a few of them over for a little more than dinner. For instance, Brenda invited over her cousin Charlie over for an evening. And after a pleasant dinner followed by some wine and light conversation by the adults, Harry left the room at Brenda’s signal, leaving Brenda to remind her still very attractive cousin, about their first time together.

That was another rule that had changed, bringing ‘dates’ back to the house. It ended up just being more convenient when a date’s home was unavailable and the cost of motels started stacking up. Harry and Brenda ensured they were respectful of each other and one would happily use the guest bedroom when the other was in the master bedroom. Their son Sam, it appeared, was none the wiser to any of this, constantly out of the house or up in his room with his gaming headset on full volume.

They were glad about this, eager to continue with this lifestyle but worried their kids might get upset if they found out. With their daughter Jenny off at college, there was less chance of her noticing and they took care to limit their dates on the weekends when she was back, though they preferred spending the evening catching-up with her anyway.

Still, however, they were worried it was getting risky, especially with them taking it to another level by sharing other people as a couple. One or two of Brenda’s friends, one of Harry’s. A couple of times with Sam and Jenny’s old babysitter Maddie. Quite often, especially when Sam was out, Brenda would invite over her old college roommate Patricia. They’d also shared one of Harry’s cousins, Chris, the guy he’d first explored his bisexuality with. That had been a very fun evening for all three of them. Though more often than not, they’d been meeting strangers through swingers’ dating sites online, but that made the more familiar partners all the more exciting.

They had also enjoyed watching each other with another partner. A number of times Harry had joined Brenda and Edith for ‘brunch’. Edith wasn’t too into the idea of Harry joining in but she found the idea of an audience very appealing. Brenda had also spent a couple of evenings with Harry’s best friend Drew while Harry watched from a corner. Brenda also loved doing the same, watching her husband with some bimbo he’d met at some bar or else with this Julius who he’d met at the gym.

That was the other thing, both of them getting to explore their bisexuality again. Being with a woman was a whole different sexual experience to being with a guy and Brenda felt that both she and her husband needed both. Even with all the LGBTQ acceptance going on in the world, she’d never truly felt included in all of that, her and her husband previously living this very hetero lifestyle. But going out and spending more time with other gay and bi women, especially the younger ones she’d meet at clubs Edith would take her too, she felt more herself than ever before.

All of this had been great for the couple. They felt genuinely happier. Sometimes they felt a little ‘sexed out’ and would take a little break, except from each other of course. That sex also seemed to improve. They’d both learned a few new things which enhanced it but more than that there was this stronger emotional bond between them. Sex with Harry felt more special to Brenda. It felt more comfortable, more relaxed. Sometimes the guys could be a little rough and the girls a bit demanding. Sex with other people often felt a lot more performative. With Harry she felt like she could be herself a lot more. And there seemed to be lower expectations too. They could be as quick as they needed to be, both knowing exactly the best ways to get the other off. With Harry, it wasn’t sex for the sake of sex, it was a chance for her to be intimate with the man she loved more dearly than anyone else in the world. But this didn’t mean she regretted opening up her relationship at all. All that sex with other people was a lot of fun. And sometimes you want to go out and have an adventure, but more often you just want to sit at home and watch TV. But all the same, it made her appreciate Harry all the more.

Still, at points, it felt like they had gone a little too far with this, like with what happened with Brenda’s sister.

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Becky was Brenda’s mecidiyeköy escort youngest sister, still in her late twenties. They’d never been super close growing up but they’d grown closer as adults, when Becky had attended grad school in the city Brenda and Harry lived in. Brenda was surprised how similar Becky seemed to be to her. A real party girl, they’d stay up late in the evening talking about all these guys she’d be ‘hanging out’ with, reminding Brenda a lot of her own college experiences. Though what amazed Brenda was how well Becky seemed to balance her night-life and social-life with her intensive studies in bio-chemistry. Brenda had just scraped by, her spending most evenings out and most mornings hungover. And not only was Becky smart, she was gorgeous. A perfect body, a very pretty face. She tended wear tight clothes that really hugged her figure. Sometimes Brenda would catch Sam staring at Aunt Becky and a few times she’d noticed her husband doing the same.

Several years later, long after Becky had moved upstate to work at a large food testing lab, she would still occasionally visit her older sister and her family, staying with them for a few days and catching up with Brenda. It was on one of these occasions, after the open relationship had begun, that Brenda had suggested Harry maybe spend some time with Becky. After dinner, Sam had gone upstairs and the three adults had spent the rest of the evening with a bottle of wine or two. When Becky had gone to use the bathroom, Brenda had made the suggestion to her husband, noticing how flirty Becky was being with him. Harry was a little reluctant but Brenda was encouraging, knowing her husband really had a thing for her. Brenda left them alone for maybe half-an-hour and before she knew it, the two of them had disappeared into the guest bedroom for another three hours. Brenda pressed her ear against the bedroom door and heard her husband making her sister moan. She bit her lip and stroked herself as she listened.

She awoke the next morning, a little hungover from the wine, her husband laying next to her. Remembering what had happened the night before she had mixed feelings now she was sober, still she asked Harry if he enjoyed himself, her husband couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Still though she felt weird about about it like this was way too depraved, even for them. Becky was single so it’s not like there was some other guy being hurt by all this, but she was still her little sister. But it’s not like Brenda actually felt bad about it, it’s more that she was worried that she should feel bad but didn’t.

Becky woke up at around noon, long after Sam had gone to school and Harry off to work. Brenda had taken the day off to spend it with her sister. Becky found Brenda in the kitchen. The younger sister seemed a little nervous, approaching Brenda cautiously. “Did you have fun with my husband last night?” Brenda asked, putting on a stern voice.

“Shit!” Becky exclaimed. “Look he said you had like an open marriage or something, I was drunk and stupid enough to believe him, I’m so sorry…”

Brenda burst out laughing and admitted she’d put Harry up to it. Becky complimented her husband’s performance and asked a little about their open marriage situation. Brenda made her sister some breakfast and told her all there was to tell, Becky very amused by the tales. “Its good to know you two are still active in your old age.” She teased.

“Hey now, I’m only 42!” Brenda laughed, jokingly waving her spatula at her sister in a threatening manner.

Becky held up her hands in faux-surrender. “Hey, just kidding,” she grinned. “Hell, I’m into the whole older partner thing. So hard to find a good DILF.”

“DILF?”

Becky giggled. “It stands for ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’, pretty much any older dude but, you know, him being an actual Dad doesn’t hurt either.” She smirked.

Brenda laughed and shook her head. “Honestly we’d have probably tried doing this sooner, but you know, the kids and everything. But they’re more self-sufficient now, you know?”

“I think it’s cute. You two finding ways to have fun but still sticking together. God I wish I could find a guy like that, I just get bored of them too easily. Not just the sex, even their faces, I get sick of seeing them. Longest relationship I had was like a month long and by the end we were just arguing all the time. Not even like fun, sexy arguing with make-up sex after.” She sighed.

“You’ll find that person eventually. I was a little like you until I met Harry.” Brenda said, consoling her sister a little.

They talked until Sam came home from school. Brenda smirked as she watched her son trying to ‘subtly’ check out his Aunt. When he left both women giggled. “He’s cute too, looks a lot like his Dad. He got a girlfriend yet?”

“I think so, he doesn’t tell me much.” Brenda confessed. “I sometimes walk in on him texting people and he gets all hot and bothered, must be girls. Maybe guys, who knows. Maybe you should do some probing, he likes escort istanbul you.” Brenda teased. “You can find out exactly what he’s into.”

Becky giggled and shook her head. “You husband is one thing, your son…. well he can look all he wants.” She said with a wink. “Speaking of Harry, when does he get back?”

“In a couple hours… are you that eager for a screw already?” Brenda smirked.

“Maybe. You know that thing you were telling me, about watching Harry fuck all these girls, that does sound super hot, being watched I mean. I mean, I wouldn’t be against it, if you wanted to?”

Brenda’s face turned very warm. “Well I did enjoy the sounds I heard last night. I wouldn’t mind seeing it as well.”

Harry was similarly eager to do this, as well as eager to have some more fun with his sister-in-law. The three of them opened another bottle of wine when Sam had gone upstairs, though they only made it halfway through before they decided to head to the bedroom. Brenda sat back in the big, pillowy armchair she and Harry usually watched each other in. She swirled the wine around in her glass and watched her husband and sister stripping clothes off each other as they made out.

Harry was tall and broad, Becky a lot shorter and more petite so it made for an interesting sight. Harry lifted her up in his large arms and Becky wrapped her legs around his body, their lips still locked. Brenda watched this, her pants and panties on the floor, touching herself gently as she watched the two fall onto the bed in a lustful embrace. She watched Harry put his glasses aside and push his face deep between Becky’s thighs. Her sister cried out and giggled. “Didn’t even have to ask. Is your hubby the best or what?” She grinned, giving Brenda a wink.

She lay back, her long dark hair fanning out behind her head as she caressed one of her large but perky breasts. Harry gripped each of her thighs in his big hands and pushed his tongue in deeper and deeper, before moving his lips up and wrapping them around her clit. Becky put her fist in her mouth to avoid screaming, conscious that Sam’s bedroom was just across the hall.

As Harry and Becky proceeded, Brenda couldn’t help but have those weird feelings again. Watching her sister being pounded by her husband, why didn’t that upset her, why did that arouse her? It wasn’t just the act itself, it was Becky’s gorgeous body, the sweat beginning to glisten off of it as Harry mounted her. It was the shape of her ass, the curve of her breasts, her face as she smiled with pleasure, the sounds of her moans. Brenda wished it was her fucking Becky right now, Harry sitting and watching. And that would have been a perfectly normal feeling, she thought, if Becky wasn’t her sister. Cousins were one thing, a sister was an entirely other thing… wasn’t it? Something inside her ached, wishing Becky were bi, or even just a little bicurious, so that she could join in the fun. So that Brenda run her own hands over her sister’s body, kiss her lips passionately, make her sister make those sounds by her own hand.

She had floated the idea to Becky before, over the wine, Becky had politely refused. “I mean you’re my sister, watching is one thing, I dunno about like… touching and stuff. Besides, I’m just not into girls. I did make out with my roommate once and nothing, and another time I did have a threesome with my friend and her boyfriend, but god that was boring. Girls just don’t do anything for me Brenda, sorry.”

Though a little disappointed, Brenda laughed it off, “It’s fine, I forgive you being straight.” She giggled. “As long as you and Harry have a good time, so will I.”

And that was the truth of it. The whole thing was still incredibly arousing, but it was much like porn, wanting to touch the people performing in those scenes yourself but the screen acting as a barrier. Of course there was no barrier here, but she wanted to respect Becky’s boundaries.

“Anal?” Harry asked Becky casually.

“Oh fuck yes.” She laughed. “Best brother-in-law ever.” She gave Harry a long kiss before laying on her front. Harry gripped the cheeks of Becky’s perfectly round ass. He pleasured her with his fingers and tongue before laying atop her once more and pushing his cock all the way in. Becky screamed into the mattress and gripped the sheets. Brenda was moaning herself, watching the scene intensely, pushing her middle finger deep inside herself while her thumb rubbed above. Something wet spilled out of her and into the armchair. The seat had become filthy from Harry and her using it for this.

The two on the bed kept going a little while longer until Harry finally emptied himself into Becky. He withdrew and collapsed on his back next to her. Becky too remained, laying flat on on her face, with just enough energy to wrap an arm around Harry and give him a quick kiss.

Brenda broke into polite applause, finally moving over to the bed to give them both a loving kiss on the forehead. Her sister’s sweaty naked form lay there so tempting to touch, but Brenda kept herself under control. Becky rolled over to face Brenda. “Thanks for letting me fuck Harry.” She smiled. Her face was content and peaceful. “He really knows how to treat a lady.” Harry remained silent next to her, smirking at the comment, still breathing a little heavily.

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This story continues directly from the first two parts. It is highly suggested that you start at the beginning.

Samantha was snuggled up against me, her head on my chest, our fingers intertwined. I ran my other hand up and down her back, giving her bright red, recently spanked ass a little squeeze as my hand passed over it. Sam responded to each squeeze with a little moan.

It was lovely to just hold each other and recover our strength a bit. We were both pretty worn out by all the fun we’d had so far, her more than me I’m sure. But that didn’t mean it was the end of our activities, I had promised Sam one more load of cum in one more hole tonight.

I gently slipped my fingers between her ass cheeks and lightly rubbed a tip against her opening. Her ass instinctively pushed back against my hand. I pushed forward more firmly, just barely making her hole open. She moaned.

I brought my hand to her mouth and lightly rubbed my index finger against her lips. She moaned as she opened them and sucked on my finger, getting it nice and wet. I moved it back down to her ass and pushed against her again. Her bottom gave way more easily with her saliva acting as lubrication. I slid it in to the first knuckle. She grunted slightly.

“Has anyone ever played with your asshole before?” I asked as I wiggled the little bit of finger I had inside her.

“Mmm. No, sir. Nobody but me.”

I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle. “And what have you tried?”

“I’ve used a finger. And my smallest dildo. Have never gotten very deep with it if I’m honest.”

“Why not?” I began slowly fingering her ass, but not going any deeper than the second knuckle.

“I was scared.”

“But you keep trying?”

“The idea of it thrills me. And it always feels good, right up until it doesn’t.”

“Are you scared now?” I pushed my finger in a bit further.

“Ungh. Yes, sir, I am.”

“Good. You should be. By now you know I don’t do things halfway. And this night isn’t over until I fill your ass with cum.”

I pulled my finger out of her and gave her ass a slap. She twitched next to me.

“The more important question is: do you trust me?”

She lifted her head and looked at me before answering, “yes, sir, I do.”

I tilted my head down and kissed her deeply.

I brought my hand back to her mouth and fed her the middle finger this time.

“You’re gonna want to get it nice and wet.”

She moaned as she slobbered on my finger. When it sufficiently lubricated I slipped it back down between her cheeks and thrust it into her asshole.

She grunted and her face scrunched up. I continued moving my finger inside her.

“Just think about how wet you’ll have to get my cock…”

She looked at me surprised, “wait, what?!? You’re not gonna use lube?”

“Lube would be my preference, unfortunately I don’t have any.”

She groaned.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any in your room, would you?”

“This may sound ridiculous but I didn’t come to my little sister’s wedding expecting to get fucked in the ass,” we both laughed.

“No, I suppose not,” I chuckled before my expression turned more serious, “I guess this will be less enjoyable for you than I’d hoped.”

Her face dropped, “No! Please, sir! You can’t! Not without lube!”

“I can’t?!?” I slapped her ass hard, “I thought you were my good little Sammy Slut. I can, and will, do what I please,” I slapped it again.

“Ow fuck! You’re right, sir, I’m sorry! But please, there must be another option.”

I smiled to myself, she had walked right into my trap.

“Hmm, perhaps…” I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, I found the smallest robe the hotel provided and brought it back to her, “here, put this on.”

Sam had a questioning look on her face but hopped out of bed and slipped it on. This robe may have been intended for a child, it just barely covered her ass and pussy. She cinched it tight around her waist, I thought her tits might pop out.

“You look good, slut,” I gave her a sloppy kiss before walking to the door. I opened it and gestured into the hallway, “go find yourself some lube.”

“What? Nothing around here is going to be open at this hour. And I don’t even have any money on me.”

“I didn’t say ‘buy some’, I said ‘find some’. I’m sure somebody in this hotel, at this wedding, thought ahead enough to bring lube. If you’re lucky you’ll find them.”

Sam looked at me incredulously, “you want me to go door-to-door asking my friends and family if I can borrow their lube?”

I closed the door and moved over to her, “fine, if you don’t want to find some lube why don’t you take the robe off and get on all fours,” I said with a smirk as I stroked my cock.

She was defeated, “ok, ok, I guess I’m going on a lube hunt.”

“That’s my good Sammy Slut,” I punctuated with a kiss. I put my arm around her and we walked to the door, I opened it again. “I expect you back here within 30 minutes. At which time I will be fucking your ass, lube or not. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good şişli escort girl,” I pushed her out the door, “have fun,” I closed it in her face.

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What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

30 minutes to find lube? Behind some random door in this hotel.

Fuck!

I could have stopped this, used the safe word, but then our night would have ended and I don’t want that. Being his slut has been some of the best few hours of my life.

I reached my hand between my legs feeling my wetness.

Even now I’m more turned on at the thought of being exposed and embarrassed.

I licked my fingers.

Ok, who might have lube? And where are any of them staying? Dammit!

I looked up and down the hall.

I’m pretty sure all the wedding guests are on this floor, of course there are some I’d very much not like to see me like this. Ok, my room is up there, I think Julie’s college friend Trevor had a room between mine and Sir’s. If anybody is gonna bring lube to a wedding it’s the gay single guy. Plus asking a non-family member feels safer. Let’s try some doors.

I lightly knocked on the door of the room next to Sir’s. There was some movement and murmuring behind the door. At least I wasn’t waking anybody up. I heard them move to the door before some more muffled speech, finally the lock was removed and the door opened revealing my cousin Daphne.

Daphne was always a stunning girl. Tall and slim with long tanned legs and perky b-cups. Much like me she was wearing a hotel robe but hers fit better. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, clearly that robe didn’t indicate a recent shower.

“Hey, cousin Sammy,” she was much more perky in her greeting than I’d expect at this hour.

I immediately felt self-conscious about everything to do with this situation, “oh, Daphne, uh, sorry to bother you, I thought somebody else was staying here, I’ll, uh, let you get back to bed.”

As I tried to turn away she grabbed my arm and held me, “don’t worry about it, cuz, I wasn’t sleeping. Whose room were you looking for?”

“Um, Trevor…”

“What would cause you to bother him this late?”

“I just, uh, need to borrow something from him.”

“Well maybe we can help,” Daphne said as she pulled me into the room and closed the door behind me.

Daphne led me to the main part of the room before I noticed that we were not alone. There was a beautiful Black girl sitting up in the bed, just barely covered by a sheet. She was curvy with long curly black hair. She looked familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I’d seen her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was interrupting,” I quickly tried to move back to the door but Daphne was even quicker, grabbing my arm and pulling me back.

“Nonsense, I invited you in. Stay. Sammy, you may remember Olivia, she was tending bar at the wedding earlier. Olivia, this is my little cousin Sammy.”

That was the third time Daphne referred to me as ‘Sammy’. I can’t remember the last time she’d called me that. Had she ever?

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“Have a seat,” Daphne offered as she jumped onto the bed next to Olivia.

“Thanks…” As I made my move toward the chair I remembered the beating my ass took not that long ago and realized how unpleasant sitting might be, “…actually I think I’ll just stand.”

“I’ll bet,” Olivia said with a smirk.

Daphne smacked her playfully, “so what can we help you with?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, just looking for Trevor’s room is all, something I wanted to borrow from him.”

“Yeah, you already mentioned that. What do you need to borrow? Maybe we have it.”

“No, um, probably not. I’d rather go to him anyway. I just need to find him,” I took a couple of steps toward the door hoping it would help get me out of this conversation and out of this room.

“I know which room he’s staying in.”

I stopped and turned back toward them, “you do?!?”

“I do. But I’m not going to tell you unless you tell me what you need him for,” Daphne was being playful but there was also an edge to her voice.

“Well, I’m just, um…” I was nervously bouncing back and forth on my feet, “I was, uh, looking for…” my eyes dropped to the floor as my hands fidgeted, “I was just hoping to find…”

“…some lube,” Olivia interrupted.

Daphne turned quickly to Olivia, I looked up astonished.

“Liv!”

“We all knew what she was hunting for. I had to put the poor girl out of her misery.”

“But I was having fun making her squirm,” Daphne playfully smacked Olivia again.

“Oh I bet you were,” the two of them leaned into a kiss.

I was still standing there with my mouth agape.

Daphne looked at me then nodded toward the wall behind me, “thin walls. Or maybe you’re really loud.”

“Or maybe both,” Olivia added.

“I have to get out of here,” I moved toward the exit.

Daphne quickly jumped out mecidiyeköy escort of bed and caught me before I could get to the door. She put her arms around me, “hey, don’t worry about it, nothing to be ashamed about,” she moved me back toward the bed, her hands rubbing up and down my body, “you’re having a fun night at a wedding.”

“You’re not the only one,” Olivia added before they blew each other kisses.

“I’m sad to say we don’t have any lube you can borrow. But I really do know which room is Trevor’s.”

I looked at her, hopeful.

“But you’re gonna have to earn that info.”

“Earn it how…?” I asked nervously.

She sat on the edge of the bed looking me up and down.

“Show me his handy work.”

“What?” I was confused.

“Turn around and drop your robe,” she said firmly.

My eyes went wide. Daphne just stared back at me, daring me with her eyes to try leaving again. Olivia was suddenly very focused on what was happening, she pulled back the sheet covering her, revealing her firm tits, and moved to the end of the bed next to Daphne.

I couldn’t believe it but I felt oddly compelled to do what Daphne said. I slowly turned around and undid my robe.

“You really are a naughty bitch, aren’t you?” Olivia asked Daphne.

“As if you didn’t already know that,” Daphne replied. They kissed.

I took a deep breath and let the robe slip off my shoulders and down my arms. With my forearms still in the sleeves I let it drop below my ass to show off what Sir had done.

Olivia gasped, “damn.”

“Wow, he’s skilled with that belt, isn’t he?” Daphne asked.

“Well I don’t know what it looks like but it sure felt skilled.”

“Did it feel good too?”

I pulled the robe up and turned back toward the bed.

“Did I say you could turn around? Or that you could put your robe back on?”

I quickly turned back around facing away from the bed and lowered the robe again.

“Actually why don’t you just drop it all the way.”

I hesitated. Sir had me in such a subbie headspace that part of me just wanted to do as I was told. Part of me thought it was too weird for my big cousin to be the one telling me. And the rest of me just wanted this over so I could get back to Sir in time.

“C’mon, Sammy, I thought you were a good girl,” Daphne egged me on.

“Sure sounded like that to me,” Olivia added.

I sighed, resigned to my situation, and dropped the robe.

“That’s my girl.”

“How much could you really hear earlier?”

“Not everything, but enough,” Daphne said.

“The way you scream when you’re getting spanked,” Olivia continued.

“The way you scream when you come, ” added Daphne.

That sent a tingle up my spine.

“We listened in. I made Liv cum when you did.”

“It was so fucking hot.”

“Then Liv made me cum the second time you did.”

“It was even hotter.”

“Turn around, ” Daphne ordered.

I hesitated.

“Do it now, ‘slut’, was it?”

I slowly turned around. Daphne had shed her robe as well. It was hard to believe she was older than me. Granted she was only a few months older. Either way she still looked like she did when we were 19.

She caught me staring at her taut body.

“Like what you see, cousin Sammy?”

“I’m impressed. You look as amazing as you did that time we went skinny dipping the summer after sophomore year.”

“As I recall I noticed you staring then too.”

I blushed.

“Julie, however, was always the more… adventurous sister.”

I lowered my eyes to the floor.

“Get on your knees.”

I stood there shaking my head back and forth slightly. As much to try to convince myself I wouldn’t do it as to tell her no.

“Are we gonna do this every time? I got the impression you liked doing what you were told.”

“I do.”

“Then do.”

I never would have imagined myself in a situation like this with another woman. Definitely not with my cousin. But in this moment I felt compelled to do what she said. Sir had flipped a switch that I didn’t want to unflip.

I fell to my knees.

“Crawl over here.”

Slowly I crawled to the bed and kneeled right in front of Daphne.

She extended her foot to me, “lick my toes.”

My face scrunched up in reaction.

“Just fucking do it Sammy Slut,” Daphne ordered as she shoved her foot in my face.

Even her feet were sexy, the bright pink nail polish contrasted nicely with her golden tanned skin. I extended my tongue and licked the bottom of her right big toe.

Daphne moaned her approval.

Emboldened, I held her feet in my hands and licked each of her toes in turn, moving back and forth across all ten. As I licked Daphne’s feet she and Olivia began making out. I tried to look up at them as much as possible. Their hands moved all over each other’s bodies. Breasts were caressed, nipples were sucked, pussies were fingered.

After licking my cousin’s toes for a while I placed kisses all over the soles of her feet. I could really smell the combination of leather istanbul escort and sweat that can only come from a night of dancing in heels. I thought about how hot she looked on the dancefloor at the reception, the carefree yet confident way she moves her body.

Daphne and Olivia moaned into each other’s mouths as they rubbed each other’s clits. Daphne pulled her feet from me before quickly shoving one right back into my mouth. My lips opened and her big toe slipped inside. Instinctively I started sucking on it.

“Mmm, there you go you little slut. Suck my toes like you sucked his big cock earlier.”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment but I also felt a drip down my thighs. I bobbed my head up and down on her toe as I swirled my tongue around it. Then I switched to the other foot and did the same.

“Fuck yes, that feels good!”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to Olivia, who had just pushed two fingers inside her.

It didn’t matter, I sucked on her toes like my life depended on it. I let my hands rub up and down her calves, feeling the silky smooth skin of her toned legs. Both of them had multiple fingers inside the other while also rubbing her clit. It was impressive and hot as hell to watch

Before too long I felt Daphne’s legs stiffen and her toe curl in my mouth as Olivia’s fingers pushed her over the edge.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned loudly.

I let her toes fall from my mouth and placed loving kisses all over her feet as she came down.

Daphne turned her full attention to Olivia and quickly made her come as well. While Olivia lay back enjoying her orgasm Daphne stood and helped me to my feet. She picked up my robe and put it back on me. She looked into my eyes and said, “thank you my sluttly little cousin.”

I blushed some more and lowered my eyes. Daphne lifted my chin and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. She opened the door and pointed across the hall, “Trevor is staying right there,” she laughed, “have fun,” she playfully slapped my ass and closed the door behind me.

Holy shit that was so hot! And so wrong. And so hot!

I slipped my hand between my thighs feeling just how wet I was. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean again.

Who knew my own cousin’s toes could get me that wet. But it was more than her feet, or that she was a girl, or even that she was my cousin that did it. It was how she so casually ordered me around and how I felt like I just had to obey. I’d have to get a hold of that instinct, I can’t just go around dropping to my knees for everybody who says so. But first thing’s first, I need to find some lube and get back to Sir. I’m running out of time.

I crossed the hall and knocked on the door I now know is Trevor’s. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long until he opened the door. He was just wearing a pair of boxers and looked tasty.

“Sam? What are you doing here?”

“Trevor, I’m so sorry to bother you, I just have a quick favor to ask.”

He looked annoyed to be dealing with me right now, “and…?”

“Do you have any, uh, lube I could borrow?” I almost whispered.

A look of realization came upon him. “Oh. Damn girl, that was quick. We all saw how the two of you left the reception together. I thought, ‘good for Sam, she could use a good fucking.’ Didn’t expect it’d be an ass fucking.”

“What can I say? He’s very… convincing.”

“I guess so.”

“Look, I’m in a bit of a time crunch and I really need that lube, can you help me?”

“Well, I did bring some lube with me.”

My eyes widened in hope.

“But unfortunately for you, and very fortunately for me, I used the last of it not too long ago this evening.”

I peeked into Trevor’s room, “oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“No. I sent him packing when I was done with him. But I would like to get some sleep. Sorry I couldn’t be more help, good luck.”

I replied, “thanks,” as he closed the door in my face.

I was running low on time so I quickly worked my way up the hall knocking lightly on each door. I didn’t get an answer at any of them. I knew my time was running short and my only real option was the room I was most trying to avoid.

I hurried down the hall and knocked on the door of the honeymoon suite. I heard some movement and put my ear to the door, though muffled I could make out a few things…

“Who the fuck would interrupt me on my wedding night?”

“Now don’t go anywhere, baby,” followed by a laugh.

“This better be important!” as footsteps approached the door.

Shadows shifted behind the peephole followed by an intrigued, “Oh…”

I stood back and waited. The door was unlocked and swung open. My jaw dropped as I laid eyes on my baby sister.

Julie was wearing a white leather body harness. Straps criss-crossed her body and left her large full breasts exposed. Her hard nipples stood proudly on large areolas. White wasn’t really Julie’s color, to be honest, black would have looked better against her milky skin. But I guess when it’s your wedding night you go with white. No matter, she looked incredible.

Between her legs hung a large dildo, its color matched her skin perfectly. I didn’t know how to react. She had her hands on her hips and moved them just enough to make the fake cock bounce. It mesmerized me.

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A crash of thunder woke me up. There was a thunderstorm outside. The alarm clock said 1:37am.

“Too early for this”, I thought.

It sucked waking up alone. It’s been that way since my husband left a few years ago. He met a younger, skinnier coworker who get could his rocks off better than I could. I was 38 then. Between working full time and raising our now 18 year old son Greg, I was too tired to give him all of the attention he needed. Now at age 42, my hormones are changing and sex is becoming a high priority for by brain and body. Unfortunately, the only orgasms I’ve had since my husband left was with myself.

I was sweaty and the long t-shirt I was wearing as my pajamas was sticking to my body from the humidity. I got up to pee. As I crept out into the hallway not to wake my son, I noticed a light flashing from underneath his door.

“He must have left his TV on or something”, I thought to myself. Not wanting the flashing lights to wake him, I decided to go turn off what was ever on. After a quick pee in the bathroom, I crept all the way to his door, slowly turned the door knob, and gently opened to confirm he was asleep. My jaw dropped.

In the crack of the door, I saw my son laying on his bed, fully naked, stroking his cock. And it was big! At least 7 inches. I hadn’t seen a real penis up close in years. My brain was şişli escort on overload.

Greg’s high school sports gave him a lean and muscular look. He had six pack abs and pectoral muscles any girl would want to grab a hold of.

Greg was not masturbating fast like I would expect an inexperienced young man to do. His grip was soft, delicate, calculated. He would gently massage the head of his penis, then back off as his pink tip made tiny contractions. He was edging, and doing it perfectly.

My eyes switched to the other side of the room where the TV was. It was porn. MILF porn! An older woman was bent over a bed while a younger man behind her guided his cock into her pussy. The volume was low, but I could hear her moaning.

The idea that my son was into women my age sent electricity between my legs. I let go of the doorknob and reached down underneath my pajama shirt to find my clitoris. Quickly finding it, my eyes went back to Greg and that hard rod of his.

Greg’s eyes were half closed. Probably half asleep and half enjoying his nearing orgasm. His left hand made its way to his balls where he barely touched them, just enough to excite the nerve endings. He backed away from his penis head quickly this time, probably to void the “point of no return.” A mix of precum and cum drizzled out of his pee hole down his long mecidiyeköy escort shaft, collecting where his cock and tummy met.

My mouth was hanging wide open. The sight of his baby batter made by fingers move quicker over my clit. I haven’t touched, tasted, or smelled cum in years. I wanted it so badly. I craved it. In an effort to simulate sex in any way, I lifted my fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my nose, inhaling deeply. It was a sweet aroma. I then stuck my fingers into my mouth and closed my eyes, savoring the estrogen fueled taste of my hungry pussy.

Greg took his hand off himself for a minute to recover. The MILF in the porn was now receiving intercourse, begging for the guy to cum in her. The guy started thrusting fast, followed by moaning as his orgasm started. This must have signaled to Greg to finish. He gripped his cock harder this time and stroked quicker. His breathing got deeper.

“Yes, yes!”, I heard Greg say. Moments later, his whole body contracted. His back arched. His head flung back on his pillow. A little rope of cum escaped from his hole first, followed by huge rope that flung to the top of his chest! With each orgasmic contraction, another rope of his spunk collected on his tummy. After the fifth one, cum began to drizzle down his shaft again.

Greg’s breathing began to return istanbul escort to normal. His right hand continued to slowly massage his penis as he gave himself some post orgasm torture. His face scrunched up because it was almost too sensitive to touch.

I watched the whole event intently, making sure it was hard wired to my memory so I would never forget. Realizing Greg was probably coming back to his senses, I decided I better sneak back to my room before I was discovered. I quietly tip toed back to my room. After closing my door, I jumped into bed, got underneath the covers, threw my legs up, and found my horny pussy again. Greg was the only thing on my mind. I replayed the whole event in my head over and over as my fingers viciously stroked my clit. With my left hand, I stuck my index and middle fingers inside my love hole and repeatedly made the “come hither” motion. It wasn’t as deep as someone else could do it, but it would have to do for now.

My own orgasm was approaching. I lifted my legs and butt a little higher so my left hand could get has deep as it could go. My right hand continued destroying my nub.

“Greg, Greg,” I whispered as my orgasm hit. My pussy and arse began contracting together in an orgasmic symphony. My love nectar dripped down my thighs onto the bed sheets. I let out a moan but quickly covered my mouth with my left hand. I briefly couldn’t see as my eyes were rolled in the back of my head. My right continued to massage my clit, albeit slower.

As the contractions subsided, I laid back with a smile on my face, falling asleep in an orgasmic afterglow.

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Abby was at the wheel of her Auntie’s Saturn Vue, and she could feel the squirming tingles of lust deep down in her creamy cunt. She had talked to Traci yesterday, the Victoria’s Secret salesgirl who had given her such personal, intimate attention, and Traci had told her that today was her day off, and she’d love to get together with Abby, in the personal space of her apartment. This was the first time, since that day in the shop, and Abby pulled up promptly at Noon. She found the door buzzer panel, ah, there it was, 204, Traci Ellington, and she pressed the button.

Traci’s voice, neutral, came out of the speaker, “Who is it?”

Abby, her voice thick with passion, purred, “It’s Abby, and I am so hot and wet for you baby!”

Traci’s voice, now soft and seductive as a caress, purred, “Ummm, my favorite customer, if you’re as hot and juicy as I am sweetheart, it’s going to be a wonderful afternoon! Get your sexy ass, and your hot, wet pussy up here right now, I can’t wait to lick your sweet pussy again!”

Abby was virtually creaming her panties as she dashed up the stairs, just before she knocked, Traci opened the door. Abby stepped in, then stopped in her tracks as she saw Traci.

She was wearing a snow white baby doll nightie, and the gauzy material made it plain that was all she was wearing. Traci took a step forward, and their lips came together in a sizzling, passion-filled swirl of tongues, making Abby’s cunt gush, god, she was hotter than a forest fire.

Abby felt soft warm fingers slipping under the hem of her short skin, then deftly sliding under her panties, cupping her ass cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze, then sliding her fingers around, cupping her sex and listening to Traci’s growl of approval as her hand was coated with the juices of Abby’s lust.

Breaking the kiss, Traci purred, “Oh yes baby, you are absolutely drenched.” She pulled her dripping wet fingers to her mouth and sucked hungrily on them, feeling the surge of juices to her own pussy, as she tasted Abby’s juices. “The next taste of your juices, I want them straight from your hot, steamy cunt.”

She led Abby into her bedroom, the bed had the covers turned down, beckoning. Traci eagerly stripped Abby, enjoying the sight of Abby wearing her Angel Lacie thong Y panties, the set that had started it all and she slid her fingers into the waistband, and slowly slid them down.

The sight of Abby’s bare, smooth mound greeted her face, she loved to lick at bare, smooth pussies, she was as bare and smooth as Traci was. Traci led her to the bed, Abby lay back, gazing up at Traci.

Traci purred, “I going to kiss you all over baby, lick every bit of your body, your pussy is so delicious, and I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

Traci started to kiss her way down Abby’s body, setting off little shocks of pleasure as Abby’s body felt the kisses on her sensitive skin. It felt like she was one giant erogenous zone, as her skin sizzled with zings of pleasure from every kiss, every lick. Traci eagerly went after her tits, doting on them, licking, suckling, and nibbling at her nipples, making Abby’s body quiver. She kept going, down, down, swirling her tongue through Abby’s navel, planting soft delicate kisses over the top of Abby’s bare, smooth mound.

She paused, and cooed, “Ummmm, love the totally bare cunt, so soft, so wet, so damn sexy.”

Traci then continued, the kisses led downwards. Traci could smell the rich scent of Abby in heat, and her pulse thumped with desire.

Abby’s heart was thumping just as hard, her juices were gushing, she had her legs splayed wide, feeling like a wanton, overheated slut, god, she could smell the lust of her own juices.

Traci cooed, “This is why I only want female lovers, you are so wet, so juicy baby, smells so good, I’m going to enjoy licking you clean of every last drop.”

Abby was too hot to make it last, the featherlight touches of Traci’s tongue swirling at her clit took her over in a few moments, and Abby’s shrieks of pleasure filled the bedroom, as Traci skillfully did exactly as promised, bringing Abby up to a glorious release. It felt like porno her cunt was turning inside out, squirming and spasming crazily, gushing out a flood of girl cum. She was aware of Traci staying right at her center, eagerly mouthing the flow of her orgasmic juices as Abby shuddered through the aftershocks.

Abby then felt Traci lifting up, and opening her eyes, she saw Traci smiling at her, then straddling her face. Traci gently lifted Abby’s head, placing a pillow underneath, and Abby gazed up at the rich coral flesh, spread open, giving her a peek at those luscious pink folds, spread open and glistening with juices, the scent reaching her nose and making her more than eager to please.

Traci purred, “Now lick me Abby baby, lick my cunt, it’s all hot and juicy just for you, make me cum, make me cum all over your sexy face!”

Abby eagerly did so as Traci lowered down, and Abby pulled her in close to really work away at Traci’s churning cunt. Her tongue wriggled and squirmed all over the bare smooth flesh, Abby could hear the soft cries and gasps of pleasure, as she gave Traci her best.

She slid two fingers up Traci’s creaming center, and polished her G spot until Traci’s body was writhing, squirming, then the screech of sexual release filled the room, as Traci’s pussy unloaded, and Abby got the wettest facial ever, as Traci was a real squirter, gushing her girl cum all over Abby’s eager face.

She saw Traci turn around, then the pleasure as Traci settled herself back down, her head dipping between the spread of Abby’s thighs, and the long, lingering licks sliding along her pink seam. Eager to give back, Abby devoured Traci’s creamy center with renewed vigor, and this time, Abby lasted longer, enjoying every extra minute, every extra lick, god it was heaven what Traci could do to her cunt, and cries of orgasmic completion filled the bedroom as the two lovers gushed their juicy climaxes.

They lay back, sprawled out in the afterglow. Abby knew she could never be just a hetero, making love to girls was too much fun, too damn hot. Being Bi was fun, if she didn’t go both ways, she’d miss half the fun. She wondered if Traci would like to come and join the group of her Auntie and Richard, she hinted at it, but Traci gently declined, explaining that she had been in a group situation, and it had not been to her liking.

Traci said softly, “Too many emotions, people can be very conflicted about how far they want to go or will let their lovers go, and it blew apart any group enjoyment.”

Abby knew she had a great thing going, and she didn’t want to mess it up, by trying to coax Traci into a group scene. The sight of her lover, Abby thrilled at that thought, splayed out on the mattress, her eyes eagerly devoured the glorious sight, and Abby was eager to go again.

Traci’s baby doll nightie was gently lifted up, and tossed aside, drifting down to the floor, as Abby drifted down on Traci’s sexy body. Abby adored kissing Traci, it was such a turn-on, her lips were soft, warm, and welcoming, and when their tongues came together, sharing the hot wetness of each other’s mouth, Abby could feel her pussy starting to thrum.

After several minutes, she broke the kiss, and she kissed along the top of Traci’s shoulders, wanting to ignite the same burning lust that Traci’s foreplay had stirred in her. Traci’s moans of pleasure spurred her on, and she worked her way down. Her face was now in front of Traci’s boobs, god, they were so perfect, luscious, round, and full, topped with two big, stiff, so suckable nipples, looking almost like big, pink cherries topping them off. Abby quickly got her mouth around the left nipple, suckling contentedly, and nibbling gently at the stiff, swollen nipple.

Traci growled with pleasure, she gently cradled Abby’s head to her, murmuring, “Yes, oh yes my sweet sexy baby, Ummm, my baby, suck my tits, Ummm, oh feels so wonderful.”

Encouraged, Abby then switched to her right nipple, eager to lick and suck those stiff pink beauties, closing her lips around it, her tongue swiping at it, then suckling and nibbling contentedly, umm, she loved to suck porno those hard, pink nipples. After taking her time, doting on them, Abby moved on.

Traci could feel her throbbing nipples, hard as granite, and the rush of cool air as it swept over her spit-slick nipples. God, she’d never had a lover who was so responsive to her breasts, guys certainly weren’t. The guys that she had known would twist and pull at them, playing with them like her tits were a radio dial. Fucking jerk-offs.

She felt Abby’s mouth against her skin, kissing down lower, planting those soft delicate kisses all over, then the feel of Abby’s tongue sliding into her navel, licking, then tattooing a line of kisses down, down, the kisses trailing through the neatly trimmed muff.

Abby paused, and purred, “Turn over sweetie, on your hands and knees!”

Traci quickly did so, and Abby gazed at the tight, rose-shaped pucker of her asshole, it gleamed, as pink and pearly as her drenched pussy, and when she lightly ran her tongue around it, Traci moaned deep and low.

“Ohhhh yes, baby, god I love getting my asshole licked, mmmm, mmmmmm….”

Traci was beyond making coherent sounds as Abby’s tongue worked its magic, god, the feelings were shooting through her. Traci’s asshole was highly sensitive, and getting that super sensitive part of her body licked was beyond spectacular.

Traci felt the gentle probing as one of Abby’s fingers pressed gently, then slid slowly inside her tight rosette.

“Oh fuck, eat my cunt, finger bugger me, make me cum!”

Abby smiled, and she slid her mouth down tasting the rushing juices of her lover’s creamy cunt, then drove two fingers up into the swirling vortex. Sucking her clit between her lips, her tongue went wild on her throbbing orgasm button.

Traci could feel the surging wave, god, both pussy and asshole being fucked, and the sucking of her clit, oh fuck, she was gonna explode.

“You sweet little lezzie cunt licker, gonna make me cum just like a slut in heat. Fuck, god, FUCK, EEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Traci’s scream of pleasure filled the air, and her cunt splashed and spasmed all over Abby’s face as her asshole pulsed in time, squeezing and releasing on her plunging finger. Traci howled and squealed as a second orgasm gripped her, quickly followed quickly by a third; Traci’s body went limp after the third, and she flopped down on the mattress. They lay quietly for several minutes, the curtains drawn, in the gauzy light of her bedroom.

Traci was eager to give back, and she raised herself up, Abby could see the lust fire in her eyes, and growled, “Now, it’s your turn baby!”

Abby watched with lust-glazed eyes as Traci positioned herself between the spread of Abby’s thighs. Abby could feel soft, gentle kisses being placed all around her opening, making her moan with pleasure. A second later, Abby let out a louder moan of pleasure as she felt the hot, liquid fire of Traci’s tongue sliding up and down her lips, making her pussy churn crazily.

Traci gently pulled the pink, dewy lips apart, and dived in hungrily, she loved to be a pussy licker, and she applied her enthusiasm to Abby’s silken, wet heat. She eagerly lapped up the juices that were filling her mouth, she adored the fact that Abby was squirming around in pleasure on her tongue, letting out continuous gasps and cries of pleasure.

“Pull your legs back, baby!”

She gripped Abby’s ass, and as Abby did so, mmmm, that sweet pink asshole, that was her next hole to lick.

Abby felt Traci gently nibbling on her vaginal lips, a hot wet tongue then sliding down her taint. and Abby felt the stab of pleasure as Traci’s mouth settled on her puckered rosebud, oh fuck, that was making her lust churn crazily. Abby felt the wild surging of lust as a finger gently wormed its way into her asshole.

“Make me your slut Traci, I want to be your slut.”

Traci purred, “My own little slut, I like that!”

Abby babbled, “Oh yes, I’m your slut, I’m your fucking slut and I need you to fuck me, God, keep buggering me, eat my pussy and I’ll do anything for you, anything.”

Traci smiled, she loved türk porno it when her lovers begged her to finish them off. Her mouth went back up, taking in her throbbing clit.

Abby cooed, “Ummmm, oh yes baby, such a good pussy lapper, there, oh fuck, right there, make me cum baby!”

Oh god, perfect, Traci was letter perfect at making Abby’s body into a giant orgasmic bomb, ready to explode, feeling her cute pink tongue, right against…there oh yes, so good. She felt her clit being lashed at, surrounded by the hot wet fire of Traci’s mouth, and her orgasm turned into a rush, she could feel it racing at her.

Abby’s body froze for a moment and then she let loose. Her face went into contortions…her toes curled…she shuddered from the intensity of her spasms…nnnnnnggggghhhhh…she groaned uncontrollably.

Abby’s first spasm literally lifted her body off the mattress…one long hard SPASM unlike any she had ever experienced…more intense than any previous orgasm…an animal moan her lips. The first long spasm was followed by several more of almost equal intensity, making Abby gasp and shudder as her orgasm had its way with her.

Just as she thought the last spasm had shaken her, a couple of more were coaxed out of her by Traci’s loving ministrations.

After a few minutes’ rest, Traci saw the lust the lust-driven shine in Abby’s eyes, ready for more. Traci reached into her drawer and drew out her double dildo. She enjoyed the look on Abby’s face, as she saw that midnight blue special, 18 inches of pure fucking pleasure, shaped like a real cock at both ends.

“On your hands and knees baby!” Traci cooed.

Abby eagerly did so, and she purred with pleasure as she felt 7 inches of dildo glide up inside her. Traci took the same position just behind her, and she growled with joy as she angled the dildo against her opening, and pushed back, feeling the other end slide into her.

“Ummm, oh yeah, now, let’s pump back against each other, let’s take as much as we can,” Traci cooed.

On hands and knees, ass to ass, the stiff dildo bonding their cunts together, Abby and Traci rode her dildo. Both girls could feel their asses smack together as they bucked back and forth, eager to take in every last bit of that huge pleasure stick.

They soon had a hot fucking rhythm going, each of them had a full 9 inches stuffed in, smacking their cunts together as they bucked back and forth, moaning, all the while whispering words of encouragement into the air. They really went at it, ramming our sopping pussies down that hard pleasure stick over and over, taking it hard from every angle.

Abby reached down, and started to stroke at her straining clit, almost in unison, Traci’s hand was at her pussy, stroking at her throbbing button. Both girls were grunting with pleasure, fucking and being fucked, and two hot and horny cunts were bucking back and forth, on fire with lust, reaching for that climax.

Abby thought of what would happen when she got home, telling Richard and her Auntie Babs every sex-drenched detail, and having Richard’s cock ramming her. She fantasized about him pulling his cock out, and as she grasped his slick rod, and began to pump it, Richard would growl and grunt, his cock jerking in Abby’s grip, and his cock would erupt. Abby’s pussy would pulse as she watched Richard fire a hot, white stream of spunk over her breasts, then another splattered all over her stomach, and another, the cum painting white trails over her body, down over her mound, and then dribbling onto the lips of her spread open pussy.

That did it, and Abby howled with pleasure as she felt the explosion, she heard Traci cry out “Oh my fucking god, YESSSS!!” as their overheated cunts let go, juices squirting crazily, bodies pumping back and forth at each other in orgasmic pleasure.

Driving back after that first time, Abby had to admit she was a tiny bit disappointed that Traci had not wanted to join into a group situation, but she would say no more about it. With the promise of several more sex-drenched afternoons in the offing, what she had right now with Traci was way too good to spoil. And, on the upside, when she got back home she would be happy to tell Richard and her Auntie Babs every sizzling, explicit, sex-drenched detail, and the festivities would start up in Auntie Babs’ bedroom.

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My name is Robert and I’m a spoiled only child. My parents weren’t well to do but they were upper middle class. There wasn’t much I wanted that I didn’t get. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter, there were gifts on all of them.

I did well in school. I didn’t finish high school as valedictorian. The girl next door with a grade point average 0.009 higher than mine won that honor. That only B grade, in sophomore year German, cost me. However, it was good enough to get a full scholarship at a prestigious university. My father and mother picked up the essentials, books, food plans, parking fees, apartment, beer, condoms and other expenses.

The apartment gave me a boost up in popularity. I didn’t have to live in the dorms and I had my own party place. I wasn’t the best liked man on campus but I did have the most women spending time with me during my four years there.

My folks weren’t religious but they did subscribe to a mostly American ethic. Christian philosophy, honesty, morality and a strong belief in the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” I used that last principle to my advantage, rationalizing that if coeds wanted to fuck me, I should fuck them back.

I married Susan, a year after graduation. I met her at university during my senior year. She moved in with me and changed my lifestyle. I had never juggled two women at the same time. It just didn’t seem moral or proper at the time. I was a considerate and serial fucker. When Susan moved in, she instantly became my one and only partner, a condition that continues to this day.

We’ve been married eleven years. We both have corporate jobs with large companies. I’m a project manager for an international construction corporation and Sue works in Human Resources for a well-known pharmaceutical company as a training course developer and instructor. Our combined income, as reported to the IRS in April each year, places us in the top two percent of family income, above my parents and probably Susan’s.

We don’t have any children. At least none that I’m aware of. We’ve never had the time and now, at thirty-five, Susan isn’t anxious to have any. However, she does have a niece. Francie, who everyone in the family except her mother calls Gidget, a nick name given to her by her grandmother who was a fan of the 1959 movie. Gidget graduated from high school, took a year off to “find herself” and has now been admitted to the same university that Susan and I graduated from.

Gidget is the daughter of Susan’s older sister, Maryanne. Maryanne is ten years older than Sue and fifteen years younger in maturity. Maryanne has always been a party girl and she married Stan, who she met during a weekend bender. Most of us believe that Gidget is a product of that weekend although Stan denies it. Both could be true but it would take a DNA test to prove it.

Gidget has a brother, ten years younger than she is. Maryanne claims that young Stan was another accident. Based on Maryanne’s party lifestyle, usually without her husband, young Stan could have been an accident although his dad claims that he’s actually responsible. Maryanne’s memory is unclear about the details. She’s an accident looking for a bed to happen.

Sue and Maryanne had a long negotiation about Gidget’s impending university career. Maryanne was concerned that Francie had limited impulse control and the freedom that accompanied living in the university dorms would lead to another family accident. Obviously, a family genetic disorder. Inconceivably, and without consulting me, Sue suggested that Gidget could live with us during her college years. We were close to the university and she could attend as a commuting student and avoid the mandatory first year of residency in the dorms. Maryanne agreed that we would be a good influence on Francie and could chaperone her dates as necessary. Depriving Gidget an easy place to have sex was a bonus.

Gidget moved in two weeks before the start of the semester. Originally, I objected. My objections that the loss of privacy would impact our own sexual activity were dismissed by Sue. She promised to keep up our activity although with the bedroom door closed. When I mentioned the frequent encounters we had outside the bedroom, she committed to more and better sex in the bedroom. I didn’t mention my other concern. Gidget had a body like her mother. Long hair, pouty lips, rounded hips and enormous tits. She was always flirty around me and I was worried that my resistance would be challenged if she lived with us.

My private concerns erupted the moment Gidget arrived. She arrived with her luggage and her body. It was early August and the warm summer days didn’t demand much clothing. Gidget was more than happy to dress for the season. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a tube top and low cut, extremely short, painted on denim shorts without panty lines. Daisy Duke would have been embarrassed wearing them. I rushed her off the porch and into the house before the neighbors saw her. Sue helped her settle into our guest bedroom porno izle while I hid in the den watching a baseball game. I don’t remember which teams were playing. I couldn’t get seeing Gidget on our doorstep out of my head.

My concerns only mounted as the day progressed. The way Gidget greeted me with a tight hug, pressing her warm, soft breasts against my chest, was a watch alert. The kiss on the lips to thank me for offering her a place to live during university elevated the watch to a warning.

By dinner time, Gidget was feeling completely at home. She changed into something she referred to as casual and comfortable. The short, summer dress barely reached to eight inches above her knees and the spaghetti strap top revealed more cleavage than usually seen on the beach. Add to that, I didn’t think she was wearing underwear. The way her overlarge breasts moved under her dress confirmed the absence of a bra and the quick peeks she offered me convinced me that panties were also nonexistent.

I mentioned Gidget’s outfit to Sue. I was clear that it bothered me and that I believed that Gidget had thoughts beyond just living with Uncle Rob and Aunt Sue.

“Just how does her outfit bother you?” asked Sue although I think she already knew the answer.

“I may be her uncle but I’m also a guy,” I told my wife. “Seeing her dressed like that causes my mind to wander and that wandering, or fantasies if you wish, cause other parts of my body to react in socially inconvenient ways.”

“You mean, she gives you an erection,” stated Sue.

“I was trying to avoid that terminology but you’re right, she gives me an erection,” I admitted.

“I understand,” said Sue. “It’s natural for you, as a guy, to have that reaction. You have similar reactions about me,” she said.

“The difference is, you’re my wife and Gidget is my niece. We have an outlet that I don’t have, and don’t desire, with Gidget,” I stated.

“You mean you can fuck me but you can’t fuck Gidget,” clarified Sue.

“Once again, you’re correct,” I agreed. “What can we do about it?” I asked.

“I’ll speak to her,” promised Sue.

“Thank you,” I responded.

Sue’s conversation with Gidget was moderately successful. Gidget continued to wear the short sundresses around the house but she added a bra and panties, although the bra was a push-up and the panties bright red and shone through the thin fabric of her dresses.

“How’s Gidget doing?” asked Sue several days later.

“It’s better but not ideal,” I said

“Well, she shared with me that she dresses like that at home all the time and no one has a problem. I shared your problem with her and she agreed to moderate her dress to ease your discomfort,” said Sue.

“You shared my problem?” I asked fearful of Sue’s answer.

“I did,” she said.

“You told her I was having erection problems?” I asked more clearly.

“How else was I to explain why she needed to dress more conservatively?” asked Sue.

“I think you may have made the problem worse, not better,” I opined.

“How so?” asked Sue.

“Now that she knows she has an effect on me, she may find other ways beside how she dresses, to influence my reactions,” I told her.

“Why don’t we cross that bridge if it arises,” said Sue.

I was correct. Gidget changed her approach. We live in a modest house without a lot of open space. The two bedrooms and home office on the second floor share a bathroom with an entry on the hallway. It seemed that Gidget and I couldn’t pass each other anywhere in the house without her breast dragging along my arm. One evening, the bathroom door was ajar and I entered without thinking to relieve myself. Gidget was just getting out of the shower. She grabbed a towel to cover herself and turned around. I excused myself but, in that brief second, I saw more than I was supposed to see. I suddenly knew that Gidget shaved her pussy, had pert pink nipples and the cutest ass in the house. On second thought, I believed that Gidget intended me to see exactly what I saw.

I discussed it with Sue.

“Rob,” Sue said. “We’re living with a nineteen-year-old girl in the twenty-first century. Accidents are bound to happen. It wouldn’t be any different if she were our own daughter.”

“She’s not our daughter and these things are no accident,” I insisted.

“Ease up,” Sue counselled me. “Put your man pants on and deal with it. Enjoy what she gives you. You don’t have to fuck her,” she added.

“And if it comes to that, what should I do?” I asked.

“Come and find me or lock yourself in the bathroom with a bar of soap. Either way, I’d be glad to help,” offered Sue.

By the end of September, things were out of control. I had another conversation with Sue.

“This can’t continue,” I said. “Gidget wants to fuck me.”

“How can you be so sure?” asked Sue.

“Before dinner, before you got home, she hugged me and whispered in my ear, ‘I want to fuck you’.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No, I’m not. That’s a direct quote,” I explained.

“That altyazılı porno changes things,” admitted Sue.

“I doesn’t change that much,” I said. “It does, however, foreshadow coming events.”

“I need some advice,” said Sue.

“From whom?”

“I’ll call Maryanne. She raised her. Maybe she’s dealt with this problem in the past and can offer some suggestions on how we can handle it,” Sue said.

That night, after a prolonged and satisfying romp, Sue told me she had a long talk with Maryanne. She said that Francie, Gidget to the rest of us, had been afraid to have sex for a long time. Maryanne had emphasized the potential problems that were possible with sex, including babies and the possibility of a future raising a kid instead of school and career.

That worked for a while, until, on her nineteenth birthday, Francie disappeared for a couple of hours with her cousin. She came back, smiling and glowing like a newlywed. Maryanne told Stan she was sure Francie had gotten laid for her birthday. Stan’s reaction was unexpected. He said he’d been expecting it sooner and he was happy for her.

Francie’s demeanor changed after her birthday. She became more confident, more assertive about what she wanted and what she wanted was more sex. Maryanne even told Sue that Francie had approached her father for sex and that he had rebuffed her successfully. At least Maryanne thought he had since neither of them would tell her and she was unwilling to ask.

“So, Maryanne was no help,” I said.

“No, she wasn’t,” agreed Sue. “Maybe you should just do it,” she added.

“Do what?” I asked sure of what she was saying but wanting her to be more explicit.

“Fuck her,” said Sue simply.

“I can’t believe you’re suggesting that,” I said. “I’m married to you. I believe in our wedding vows, including the ‘forsaking all others’ part. I can’t do that,” I stated. “Besides, she’s my niece. It’s incest. It’s against the law,” I added.

“So, tell her that,” said Sue.

The next morning, I had a brief conversation with Gidget. I told her that, despite her wish, I wasn’t going to have sex with her. When she asked why, I told her that I was married and I believed in my promises to her aunt, I hadn’t strayed and I wasn’t going to. For good measure, I added that what she suggested was incest and against the law.

“Incest laws exist to prevent procreation between close family members because of the possibility of genetic disorders,” Gidget told me. “If we don’t plan to have children, how can it be incest?” she asked.

“The laws exist because accidents happen even in the best planned situations and you can’t leave your aunt out of this,” I said.

I told Sue about the conversation with Gidget that night. “What did you say to her, exactly?” she asked.

“That incest was incest regardless of the intent,” I said.

“No. Not that part. The part about me,” Sue insisted.

“I told her we were married, in love and honoring our wedding vows,” I said.

“There was more. Tell me what you said word for word,” insisted Sue.

“I told her she couldn’t leave you out of the decision she was making,” I said.

“Exactly?” asked Sue.

“Almost exactly,” I confirmed.

“I hope she doesn’t misunderstand what you meant,” said Sue.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What did you mean?” Sue asked.

“I meant that she has to consider our marriage and our relationship and realize what she wants isn’t possible,” I explained.

“There’s an alternative understanding,” Sue stated.

“What alternative understanding?” I asked.

“That she can’t have sex with you and not consider someone having sex with me as compensation,” suggested Sue.

“What?… “Shit. You don’t think she’ll take it that way, do you?” I asked.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t,” said Sue.

That hope lasted two days. Gidget told us she was eating with a friend and that she’d be home after dinner. She bounced in the door about seven PM. She had her friend with her. Jeffery was someone she met in school and they had become fast friends since then.

Sue excused herself and asked Gidget to come into the kitchen so they could talk. Sue asked Gidget directly, “Why is Jeffery here?”

“I brought him home to meet you,” Gidget said matter of factly.

“Why would you do that?” Sue asked.

“Uncle Rob said that we couldn’t have a relationship and leave you out,” answered Gidget candidly.

“By that you mean… what?” asked Sue.

“That I couldn’t have sex with him unless someone was available to have sex with you at the same time,” said Gidget.

“Girl,” said Sue, “you got that all wrong. He meant that sex with you was impossible because he wouldn’t leave me out of the equation and that we are faithful with each other, not that we wanted to have sex with other people, including you.”

Gidget looked shocked. “I thought I had solved Uncle Rob’s problem,” she said.

“Gidget,” said Sue. “You were trying to solve your problem. I don’t think you gave any thought to solving sex hikaye Uncle Rob’s problem or whether it was an additional problem for me.”

I was having a difficult but socially comfortable conversation with Jeffery when they came back into the living room. Sue seemed satisfied with whatever they discussed in the kitchen while Gidget looked crestfallen. She took Jeffery’s hand and started for the stairs.

“Jeffery and I are going to my room for a while,” she said.

They were gone before either of us could find the words to stop what we were sure was Gidget’s intent upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, Jeffery came down the stairs alone and left without comment. Sue went upstairs for a further discussion with Gidget. Sue found Gidget under the covers in her bed. The faint aroma in the room hinted at the recent events and the fact that Gidget didn’t appear to have any clothes on confirmed it.

“Why did you bring Jeffery up here and have sex with him with us downstairs? You could have been more courteous of us at a minimum and taken him somewhere else to fuck him,” Sue chastened her.

“I promised him that he would get laid tonight. What was I supposed to do?” said Gidget.

“So, since he wasn’t going to fuck me, you fucked him instead?” Sue asked.

“That’s about it,” confirmed Gidget.

“Next time, take it outside of this house,” said Sue and she left the room.

Over the next several weeks, Gidget was subdued. She was less obvious in that, when we did see her, she was dressed more appropriately.

While that was fine for Sue and me, it wasn’t for Gidget. She was melancholy and even began to show signs of depression. Sue was concerned. “I think I need to spend more time talking with her. Maybe I can lift her spirits.”

Sue and Gidget began to have lunch with each other on Wednesdays. Sue wouldn’t share the particulars of their conversations but, she did tell me two important things. First, Gidget was responding well to Sue’s efforts to reset her expectations and align them with reality, and, second, whenever Gidget raised the issue of having sex with me, she shut her down and reinforced that it wasn’t going to happen.

Somewhere down the line, things went a little off the rails. I can’t pinpoint the exact date because Sue filled me in later. One Wednesday, Gidget showed up for lunch with Jeffery in tow. Sue wasn’t happy with the change in routine and told both of them she was not in favor of Jeffery joining them for lunch.

However, always polite, Sue allowed Jeffery to remain for lunch that first time. She learned that he was an educated person with a solid plan for his life. He was a gentleman throughout lunch and they parted, not friends but not enemies either.

When Gidget came to lunch alone the following Wednesday, Sue asked, “Where’s Jeffery?”

That’s all it took. Every Wednesday thereafter, Jeffery joined them for lunch. Over several weeks, Sue warmed to his presence and enjoyed his company. She opined that Jeffery was a gentleman of superior character and that she enjoyed their time together. Gidget added her opinion of Jeffery after he left early one afternoon. “He’s a wonderful lover too,” she said.

Time and proximity have a way of polishing every relationship. Like river rock in a stream, the flow of their conversations eroded all the rough edges leaving only the smoothness of a genuine relationship. They were hugging at the start of every lunch and again at the end. When Jeffery spontaneously kissed Sue one afternoon after lunch, she was shocked by his forwardness but she didn’t resist and kissed him back.

Three weeks later, I came home to find Sue busily cooking in the kitchen, the dining room table set for four and a bottle of our best red wine cooling in an ice bucket.

“What’s happening?” I asked after I kissed her.

“We’re having a guest for dinner,” she said.

“A guest. Who?” I asked.

“Gidget is bringing someone home with her,” Sue said.

“Not that guy, Len, is it?” I asked.

“His name is Jeffery and, yes, that’s the guy,” confirmed Sue.

“You invited him for dinner?” I asked.

“I did and Gidget was delighted,” answered Sue.

“I need a drink,” I said.

Sue popped open a beer from the refrigerator and handed it to me. “Take this and sit down,” she said.

I sat and emptied half the beer in one swallow. “How did this happen?” I asked.

Jeffery has been joining Gidget and me for lunch every Wednesday,” explained Sue.

“And,” I said.

“And, I misjudged him that first time we met. He’s a gentleman with a great life plan. It’s realistic and he’s on a path to be very successful. I like his attitude, his ability to listen and how he treats women, including Gidget,” said Sue.

“And you,” I added.

“And me,” Sue confirmed.

“So, you invited him to dinner,” I said.

“I thought you should meet him in a non-intimating atmosphere and get to know him better. I’m sure you’ll like him as well,” Sue said.

“And promote his relationship with Gidget?” I asked.

“I though of that. Jeffery hasn’t met Gidget’s parents yet and I thought we could take the edge off so the first time he meets them he won’t judge her entire family by what he experiences. It can only improve his and Gidget’s relationship.”

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Please read Part One for context.

Jean and Marie’s Trip to Omaha Part 2

Picking up where we left off from ‘Jean and Marie’s trip to Omaha Part 1.’

Marie pulled her car to a stop under a large shade tree at a rest stop, which sat further off the road than most because the highway was re-routed some years back. George and her would stop here back in the day for some outdoor adventures.

“Oh, what a quaint little spot,” Jean said, with a little slur, a reminder to Marie that she was the designated driver for the rest of the day.

“Yes, it is. There is a picnic table further back behind the restroom building, out of sight of the highway, shady trees there as well. Your father loved to stop here for a picnic, and then fuck me on that table,” Marie said, with a laugh.

Jean giggled, “Bill is always trying to get me to fuck him outside, but I have never been bold enough.”

Marie could tell it bothered Jean, that she has not been able to do the things with Bill, that Marie had done with her father. “Don’t worry honey, before you know it, you will be spreading your legs for Bill anywhere and everywhere he asks, and for whomever he asks.”

“We are still an hour away from where I was planning on us stopping for lunch. Maybe we should have a little brunch at the picnic table before we continue our drive.”

Jean jumped up and down like a happy little girl and said, “Yippie! a picnic.” Jean grabbed herself another wine cooler and a diet coke for Marie, as she grabbed up the little picnic basket with the sandwiches and a blanket.

Jean was whistling and very happy. Marie couldn’t help but notice that Jean was so different after she had been drinking, and her inhibitions were lowered. Marie, like Bill, hoped there was a way to have this Jean around all of the time, and not just after she had a few drinks.

When Jean arrived at the table, she was surprised at how secluded it felt. Aside from the sound of a distant semi going by, you would not know you were close to the highway; and facing the other side was open farmland.

Jean took another drink and said, “Oh, I wish Bill was here right now. I would let him fuck me on this table like you and daddy used to.” She asked, “Is it the same table, Marie?”

Marie replied, “Well, it sure looks like it,” as she popped the top on her diet coke, and walked around the table looking at the boards. “It is! Come here and look at this, Jean.”

Jean went over to where Marie was standing and saw scratched in the weathered wood, ‘George heart Marie.’

“Your father loved to leave little signs like this, when he would fuck me outside.”

“Marie,” Jean asked, “did dad always say fuck, when you would have sex, and not say make love?”

“Yep, your father loved to say, ‘Marie, get over here. I need to fuck you, right now!’ You see it was like a little game we played. George would say we are in love and when we make love, we are fucking; it is more natural. In many ways, sex is best when you’re having sex with someone you love; but sex is also great just for the sake of sex. Love is mental, an emotional state; fucking is a physical state.

“Marie, when you said I would get to the point where I would spread my legs for Bill anywhere he asked, and with whomever he asked,” Jean queried, “did daddy have you fuck other men?”

“Oh yes!” Marie exclaimed. “Remember, I never told your father, ‘no’–but I wanted to do it, as well. It is fairly common, really. Back then, it was called swinging; then later, swapping. Today, the phrase, ‘Hotwife’ is used; but it is all the same thing.

“And it is Bill’s profession to study the sexual practices of the various cultures around the world. It is very common in other countries, that when you have a guest, you entertain him by letting the visiting man fuck your wife; and in turn, you would expect the same when you make a reciprocal visit.”

Jean paused, “If I go on Bill’s trips with him, will he be fucking the wife of whoever we are visiting?”

“Quite likely, Jean. And in turn, that man will expect you to fuck him,” Marie said.

“It would be considered a great insult and embarrassment if the man’s wife would not fuck Bill, or if you did not fuck the man you and Bill were visiting. It would be an embarrassment for Bill, since it would likely be the village chief or someone of status.”

Jean seemed a little stunned, but with the wine coolers perhaps doing the talking, Jean said, “I think I could do that for Bill, just like you did that for my dad.”

“Well, Jean,” Marie said, “I did fuck other men for your father, but I also fucked them because I wanted to. That is what made it so exciting for both of us. Your father would almost always be in charge of the process; but, it also was important for him, that I was on board with it.

“Usually, your father and his friends would do me at the same time, but other times your father would just smoke a cigar, have a drink, and watch the show, as he would say. He liked that escort izmir as well. It established how he was the man in charge, and directing things. A guy’s ego is such a powerful thing, Jean. When it is strong, they can accomplish anything, or if it is weak, it can kill them.

“In fact, on this very table, I fucked your father and a business associate of his for the first time. Tony was his name, and he was from Chicago. Your dad had visited Tony a month before, and both George and Tony had fucked Tony’s wife. She was a hot blonde with big boobs as your father described her, but he told me he had bragged to Tony that my boobs were even bigger.

“Tony did not believe him, but your father said, ‘Next month when you are in Iowa, you will see.’ So when we picked up Tony at the airport, your father asked me to wear a low-cut top with a few buttons undone and to run up to Tony and give him a big Iowa hello; which meant me pressing my boobs against him and giving him an eyeful of cleavage. Oh, Jean, it was so hot!

“Tony, thought of himself as a suave cool dude, but I rocked his world and left him speechless. Your father was so proud of me, he just beamed.

“When we got in the car, George told Tony and me to get in the back and get acquainted; that he and Tony could talk business tomorrow, so we would have fun today.

“I was surprised, and I think Tony was as well, that George was not waiting ’til we got home for the fun to begin. At first, Tony was almost shy as I asked him questions about life in the city and how long he and his wife had been married. I caught your father eyeing us in the mirror and could tell this was great fun for him. He noticed me looking at him in the mirror and with his devilish smile mouthed the words ‘go ahead.’

“I started running my hand up and down Tony’s leg as I sat on his right. Tony was rambling on about the Cubs and even blushed a bit when I ran my hand further up and brushed his cock for the first time. He was hard as a rock and felt pretty big. I made a little sound of surprise as I just held my hand on his cock. I curiously asked him, ‘So Tony, is it hard…’ then I paused, ‘to get into a Cubs game?’

“He coughed a little, and said, ‘Yes, it is hard, but I can always get it in,’ with a smile.

“I said, ‘Oh, so you think you could get in me… me in to a game, that is,’ as I started to slowly tug down on his zipper.”

Jean gasped, “Oh god, Marie, that sounds so hot! And daddy was watching you in the mirror?”

“Yes, his eyes were darting back and forth from the road to the rearview mirror. I was teasing Tony as I pulled his zipper down and reached my hand inside to rub his cock some more.

“I gave him an amazed look and said, ‘Why Tony, I think you have a baseball bat inside your pants! Do you take that to the Cubs game with you?’

“Tony replied, ‘Hell yeah, I take it everywhere I go.’

“I said, ‘Hmmm, why don’t you pull those pants down and give me a better look.’

“In a flash, he had his pants down around his ankles and his hard cock sprang up in the air. I spit on my hand for some lube and started stroking his cock up and down. As he reached an arm around me and started feeling up my boobs, I could tell he was amazed at how big they were.

“I asked proudly, ‘George tells me your wife has some nice big tits, Tony. Is that true?’

“Tony said, ‘Oh hell yes, real big!’ He was also wondering just how much George had shared with me, and he was starting to think George had told me just about everything. His hand reached in the opening of my top, and tried to slip inside my bra.

“When he felt down as far as my hard nipple, I squeezed his cock hard and said, ‘Hmm, that feels good.’

“‘So George has seen your wife’s boobs, hasn’t he. He has groped them and sucked on them, hasn’t he.’ Tony just nodded his head surprised by my boldness. ‘Tony, was George bragging to you that my tits are bigger than your wife’s?’

“Tony glanced at the mirror to see George smiling that I had told him, so smiling, Tony replied, ‘Yes, he was bragging, bragging a lot.’ Tony added, ‘You know, I still have not seen your tits, Marie–just felt them.’

“‘Hmm, that doesn’t seem fair, would you like me to take them out for you, Tony?’ I said, as I undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and then leaning forward removed my top and tossed it on the front passenger seat by George.

“‘Hey! What is going on back there?’ George asked, with a feigned tone of surprise.

“Tony just laughed and said, ‘Oh, I think you know.’

“Turning to Tony, I said, ‘Well, what do you think, are my tits bigger than your wife’s?’

“‘Holy fuck,’ Tony murmured, ‘they are fuckin’ huge.’ It was George’s turn to laugh; I knew he was really enjoying my show.

“‘But,’ Tony said, with a smile, ‘George got to see my wife’s tits with her bra off, so I can’t really tell, Marie; now, can I?’

“‘Oh, that’s right, it would only be fair for you to see me naked, as well.’ I turned my back to Tony and said, ‘Be a dear izmir escort bayan and unsnap my bra.’

“Tony’s fingers fumbled with the snaps, ‘Geez, this is trickier than I thought,’ he said.

“‘Well, baby, a bra for really big tits has extra snaps.’ I heard him catch his breath. You know, Jean, sometimes it is the silliest thing that just wows a man.”

Jean nodded, enthralled with Marie’s story, and wondering if she could do the same thing with one of Bill’s friends.

“I tossed my bra on the front seat alongside my blouse and turned to face Tony. Oh my god, his eyes got so big, he just stammered, ‘Holy fuckin’ Christ! George you weren’t kidding.’

“George started laughing so hard that he swerved the car into the other lane. ‘Hey, baby steady up there; don’t get us killed with my boobs hanging out.’

“Tony reached out both hands and started caressing my boobs. I was surprised at how gentle he was, at least at the start, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples. I felt the early stages of an orgasm start to build–my nipples can be so sensitive.

“He started sucking on them softly at first; but then harder, sucking hard and then releasing them with a sucking sound, and motor-boating them and bouncing them back and forth. I started to stroke his cock again, harder.

“He pulled back and said, ‘You know my wife also gave George a blowjob.’

“‘She did, did she? George,’ I asked, ‘does Tony’s wife give good head?’

“‘Oh she sure does, babe; she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.’

“It was Tony’s turn to be the proud husband.

“‘Hmm, well I suppose I should suck your cock; you know, I usually don’t suck a man’s cock an hour after I have met him; but since my husband fucked your wife, it only seems fair.’

“I started to lean my head down towards Tony’s cock, his hand softly pressed against the back of my head like men do, afraid that we might get away or something.”

Jean laughed, “Oh god yes, Bill does that, too.”

“And just as my tongue swirled away a drop of pre-cum from his cock and he moaned slightly. I pulled back up, which really surprised him.

“‘What! What’s wrong?’ he asked.

“I looked at him in fake seriousness, ‘You didn’t answer my question.’

“‘What! When! What question?’ he stammered. God he was so desperate, I love to make a man desperate, at least once, every fuck.

“‘You didn’t tell me who has the bigger tits, me or your wife?’ I said.

“‘Oh Jesus, you do!’ he said, grabbing for my head again.

“‘So, George was right?’ I asked.

“‘Yes, god yes, George was right!’ Oh the smile on your father’s face was priceless when Tony said that.

“Tony had earned his reward, so I went back down on his cock and he held my head with both hands, desperate that I did not escape again; but, gently which kinda surprised me. I thought he was really going to fuck my throat, but he just relaxed and let me do all the work.

“Since he was being a good boy, I decided to spoil him. His cock was about a match for your father’s and Bill’s in size, so it took a while; but eventually, I got him in and down my throat.

“‘Holy fuck George! Your wife has sucked me all the way in–my wife has never managed that,’ which made me very proud, and although I could not see George’s face, I knew he was in his glory.

“‘Well, I taught her that, you know,’ George said, as I started to laugh with Tony’s cock in my throat causing great vibrations and making him moan.

“He released his hands from my head and let me bob up and down, slobbering on his cock, blowing on it, and making a humming noise on it.

“I then sat back up, causing a look of panic on Tony’s face as I knew he was about to shoot his load.

“I whined, ‘Oh George! I think I forgot something, we might have to go back to the house!’

“‘Forgot something?’ George asked. ‘Marie, you’re not doing that–we have to go back and check that the coffee pot is off thing–again.’

“Tony started to panic, as his wife would do the same thing. Tony put his arm around me and grabbed my right boob and was trying to pull me back down, ‘Oh I am sure it is off, Marie; don’t worry about that.’

“‘No! No! It isn’t that, it’s something else,’ I said, pushing Tony away.”

“Now, Jean,” Marie said, leaning closer, “this was a surprise for your father as much as for Tony.”

“‘Well, what is it baby?’ your father asked.

“‘Oh, I am too embarrassed to say.’

“‘Too embarrassed? You just had Tony’s cock down your throat and your tits are out, what are you embarrassed about?’

“‘Well, George, I left the house and I think I forgot to put… any panties on!'”

“Holy fuck, Jean, your father freaked. I think just the tease, or the realization that he could have been playing with my pussy all the time on the drive over; but either way, he swerved even worse than before.

“Tony seemed puzzled and even more aroused. He said, ‘You think you might have forgotten to put any panties on, you are not sure?’

“I izmir escortlar put my little finger in my mouth and shook my head playing the ditzy big-boobed gal that drives men crazy.

“‘Tony,’ I asked, with a pleading voice, ‘would you check for me?’ and I sat further back in the car seat and spread my legs wide.

“George would look in the mirror, then the road, then the mirror–I was driving him crazy, and his face was turning red.

“Tony said, ‘Well sure,’ and placed his hand on the inside of my left leg just above my knee. ‘Oh wow!’ he said, ‘Marie, your skin is so soft and you feel so hot!’ Further and further up my leg, he moved his hand, your father straining to see.

“I was starting to breathe harder, not from playing with the boys anymore; but because it was just so erotic. As he got near my pussy, I was so wet–my thighs were wet–then he slid up further and found my naked, wet pussy; and without hesitation, thrust two fingers deep inside me. I let out a loud moan, ‘Oh fuck!’

“‘WELL!!! WELL!!!’ your father shouted, in that voice of his that would rattle the walls. ‘Did she forget! Did she!!!’

“‘Holy fuck, George! No panties and I have two fingers deep in her!’ Tony said. I moaned again and shook my head from side to side as Tony finger fucked me through my first of many orgasms that weekend.

“‘Goddammit!!!’ your father bellowed, as he could hear the wet sloppy sounds of Tony finger fucking the shit out of me! Then your father turned off the road at about twice the speed he should have as Tony went flying onto the floor and me atop of him in a heap.”

Jean gasped, “Oh my god! Were you okay?”

“Oh, I was in heaven and kinda smashing Tony, your father leaped from the driver’s seat and slammed the door so hard the whole car shook!

“Tony panicked. ‘Oh shit, he has lost it!’ he said, as I tried to scramble off of him in the crowded confines of the back seat. ‘Hell, he told us to get back here, he knew what we were going to do, and now he is going to beat the hell out of me!’

“I said, ‘No, Tony, he is going to fuck the hell out of me! He is not angry, just very horny, and I am sure he is going to want you to fuck the hell out of me, as well.’

“George opened the door and reaching in, practically lifted me up and out of the car in one motion and started kissing me so passionately. ‘Holy fuck, you’re so goddamn hot, Marie,’ he said. His hands were everywhere, his tongue as far down my throat as Tony’s cock had been, ravaging me is about the only way to describe it.”

Jean just sat there mouth agape, as she could clearly picture the scene and she realized that the other man fucking Marie, had aroused the alpha male in her father; would Bill be the same way, she wondered.

“Tony had exited the car from the other door and came around to where we were, relieved to see that George was not angry, just horny as fuck. Tony thought George had been a little rough when he fucked his wife, but realized it was nothing compared to a super aroused George. The word, rape, came to mind; yet, it was not that, just passion turned up to eleven.

“I felt Tony come up behind me as I was in a deep kiss with your father, and his hands were grabbing and groping at my boobs like he wanted to take them away with him. Tony was sliding his cock between my legs trying to get the right angle to fuck me. He poked but missed, and then he poked again, nearly getting it in my ass. I leaned forward to give him a better angle, and then he rammed it home!!

“Oh god, Jean, Tony was as big as George and he slammed into me so hard. He went balls deep with the first stoke, it usually took several strokes for your father to bottom out in me. It was so intense, I screamed; but your father held me tight and a second later, I had such an intense orgasm the pain faded and was replaced by pleasure; and Tony settled into a more controlled fucking rhythm.

“I knew we were too close to the highway to be standing there and fucking, so I pointed in the direction of the picnic table and managed to mutter, ‘Over there, picnic table there, fuck me there,’ and pointed again.

“Thank god, Tony pulled his cock back out of me, and then Jean,” Marie exclaimed, “your father lifted me up and over his shoulder and started walking towards the picnic table!”

“He called back to Tony, ‘Hey buddy! Grab the blankets out of the trunk, my wife has been naughty and needs a good fuckin’ from both of us!'”

Jean gasped and put her hand to her mouth, “He carried you off like in the caveman movies?”

Marie nodded, “I have had many erotic moments, Jean; but, I gotta tell you, that is right near the top. Your father set me down on the picnic table and stepped in between my legs with his monster cock getting ready to thrust it in. I held up my hand and said, ‘Please George, just a second, I have to catch my breath.’ Jean, have Bill carry you across his shoulder sometimes, the way your boobs hang down feels great.”

“Just then, Tony reappeared with the blankets and spread one on the ground and one across the table. I stood up and pulled my skirt down and as I stood there naked I said, ‘Okay boys, how do you want me?’

“God, the smiles they had on their faces, Jean. It was priceless.

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Jake

After a few minutes, Mandi went still in my arms and began snoring quietly. God, she is beautiful, I thought silently, then amended my statement. No, she is far more than merely beautiful, she is also gentle, kind, smart and beyond belief in bed.

Mandi rolled over in her sleep, allowing me to slip out of bed to take a piss. While I was in the master bathroom, I fired up the Jacuzzi tub and started it filling, figuring Mandi might like a long soak in a whirlpool bath. I put another pot of coffee on and used my lap top to find the closest miniature golf course and then scanned what movies were showing and where. After an hour, I checked on Mandi and saw that she was awake.

“Hey, Kung Fu babe, I got the Jacuzzi tub full of hot water. I thought you might want to jump in and wash off our love juice.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Is there any coffee left?”

“I just made a fresh pot. You want a mug?”

“I do, more than diamonds and fast cars,” she replied with a wink.

“Ok, hop in the tub and I will join you in a minute.” I fetched our coffee, and returned to bathroom, finding Mandi lounging in the tub. I gave her a mug and slipped into the tub opposite her.

“So, what is your post-sex analysis of our latest tumble?” Mandi asked.

“I give it a ten on the orgasmic scale,” I joked.

“Hell, I give it a 9 on the Richter scale. I felt the earth move about a dozen times this morning and I think the last one was at least a 9.5. Honestly, I did not think it could get better than last night and then it did.”

“I was telling Alex that I think I pumped a quart of cum into you last night and today I think it was closer to a half-gallon,” I joked, thinking of the huge wet spot under my ass on the sheets. I kissed her deeply. Finally, she pulled away.

“The mind is willing, but the body is weak or at least fucked-out at the moment. Give it a rest for a few hours, ok?” she said huskily.

“Sure thing,” I stuck out my lip like a petulant child.

“What do you want to do today? I mean, assuming you want to hang out together.”

“Anything you want to do, at least until sundown. At dusk, I have plans.”

“Plans?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Yep, plans. I did a little research while you napped and saw that the Coyote Drive-in is having a double feature tonight, Kid with the Golden Arm and Fist of The White Lotus, two Kung-Fu classics. You interested?”

“Are you joking? Of course, I am interested!” She squealed in delight. Suddenly, she held up her hands in a Kung Fu posture I recognized as Crane Fist and shouted, “Bak Mei, you killed my Master, now you will die!” I cracked up laughing.

“You are nuts, has anyone ever told you that before?”

“Everyone tells me that, but I think I like hearing it from you more than all the others combined.”

“You ready to get out?”

“No, not yet. I want you to hold me and tell me about yourself.” She fixed me with a gaze that made my heart skip a couple of beats. “It has been many years since anyone held me the way you do, and I like it.” I pulled her to me and held her in my lap, with my arms around her waist and lightly rested my chin on her shoulder.

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that.” She pushed herself against my chest. “Now, tell me about yourself. Take your time and don’t skip details.”

“Your wish is my command,” I whispered as I kissed her neck, right below her ear.

“Damn right it is.” She giggled.

I began telling her my story, starting with growing up on a ranch in North Texas, on the Salt Fork of the Red River and about ten miles west of the middle of nowhere. I told her about Dad and about how we lost Mom when I was eleven. About my horse, Chunky and our long rides along the dry riverbed. I told her about Alex and how I feel about her. I even spoke of Iraq and Afghanistan, something I seldom do. When I finished, it was almost noon, and we were as wrinkled as two prunes. I pulled her around and kissed her again.

“Now, it is your turn,” I told her. “Tell me about yourself and don’t skip details.”

“Ok, but let’s get out of the tub before my muscles turn to jelly,” She stood, offering me her hand. After toweling dry, we dressed, and Mandi went to her suitcase to fetch a hairbrush. She led me to the living room, where she pointed to the recliner. “Sit,” she ordered. I sat, and she gave me the hairbrush, then sat down at my feet.

“You want me to brush your hair?” I asked as I ran the brush through her wet, strawberry blond hair.

“You brush, while I tell you about myself.”

She started with her childhood, growing up near Houston and of her abusive father, who beat her mother every Sunday night, like clockwork. She told me how her mother finally had enough of the abuse, obtained a protective order and filed for divorce. At that point she paused long enough to crawl up into my lap, curling up like a kitten and resting her head against my shoulder.

After she was comfortable, she described how important escort izmir it was for her to discover Kung Fu when she was twelve and how Master Feng Mian married her mother and became her father. Mandi described her college years at Texas A&M, where she majored in Finance and Chinese. She finished with more about her job. When she finished, I made sandwiches, grabbed us a couple of Lone Stars and we went to eat by the pool.

“So, you speak Chinese?”

“Yep, Papa’s English is only fair, even after all these years in the U.S., so Mom and I learned Chinese. Seemed natural that I would major in Chinese at A&M.”

“Can you read and write in Chinese as well?”

“Sure, and can even do Chinese calligraphy when I get a chance.”

“Say something in Chinese,” I prompted.

“I hate when people do that to me,” she objected.

“Please?” I asked with a wink.

She looked at me and said, “Wo xiang wo ài shàng nile.” Then she leaned across the table and kissed me softly on my lips.

“What does that mean?”

“You will find out in time,” she said as she took my empty plate and walked toward the kitchen. “Do you need another beer?”

“Please.”

Mandi

Jake and I skipped miniature golf and elected to lounge around the pool, soaking up the sun and talking. We left for the drive-in a little after five, stopping by the supermarket to get some beer and snacks. We drove my Mustang, because fitting two lawn chairs and an icebox full of drinks in Jake’s Porsche is an impossibility. The Coyote Drive-in is in Ft. Worth and is quite a drive from Jakes house, but we made it with plenty of time to find a choice parking place and grab a couple of pizzas from the Coyote’s cantina. As soon as the sun disappeared, the Shaw Brother’s Kung Fu fiesta began.

I hooted uncontrollably during the most outlandish fight scenes, but walked Jake through others, explaining just how fantastic the actors’ technique was. Twice during the movies (after a few beers, I’ll admit), I jumped out of my chair to demonstrate Kung Fu with blurring fists and slashing kicks. Jake laughed and the other movie goers gave me a standing ovation. It was past two in the morning before we got back, and we were both ready for bed. There was no love making, we just took each other into our arms and went to sleep. It was good being held again.

Sunday morning, I woke with Jake still sound asleep. I kissed him softly on his neck and he smiled, mumbling something incoherent and rolled over onto his back. I kissed his nipples and flicked my tongue across them, feeling them grow hard under my fingers. I slid my hand down to his thigh, softly pushing his legs apart and brushed his flaccid dick with my fingertips. Within minutes it began responding, engorging and stiffening quickly, until it stood in nine inches of glory. He unconsciously began thrusting his hips, stroking his cock against my hand.

I gently took his dick into my mouth, teasing his shaft with my tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, near its head. He moaned in his sleep as I sucked. Suddenly, he stirred.

“What do you think you are doing down there, Buckaroo?” He mumbled sleepily. I said nothing and continued sucking his cock and teasing its head with my tongue. “Whatever it is, keep doing it.” He whimpered, keeping his eyes closed.

“I want in you, Mandi,” He moaned. His cock began to pulsate as he neared orgasm.

“Not yet,” I teased. He was close, but I was just getting started. I pulled away and rolled over on my back. “Get your tongue working. Make me come,” I told him.

“Don’t be cruel! For God’s sake finish me,” he said, almost begging. His cock was so swollen I thought it was going to explode.

“So you want to blow your load into my mouth?” I asked, opening my mouth slightly and licking my lips.

“Dear God, yes!” He cried, starting to move into position to shove his cock into my mouth again.

“Not, yet. First, eat me and make me cum!” I ordered him, pointing at my crotch.

Without another word, he knelt between my legs and began flicking his tongue over my pussy lips. He switched his attention to my clit, teasing it until I squirmed, grinding my cunt into his face. Suddenly he gently took my clit in his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue over it, bringing me closer and closer to climax. Finally, the orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave and I heaved as it peaked, thrashing like a wild animal. He kept at it, teasing and playing with my cunt, never giving me a moment of respite and I came over and over again in a long series of orgasms, drenching Jake’s face with my pussy juice. Finally, he pulled away, as I gasped for breath.

“Fuck me now! Goddamn it!” I howled. Jake positioned himself over me and slammed his cock into me. I thrust my hips violently, driving his shaft to the hilt and grunting as I pumped in rhythm to his thrusts, until I was overcome by another orgasm.

There was nothing fancy. No tricks this izmir escort bayan time and we fucked long and hard. My twat felt like a living thing as it pulsed and throbbed, while he almost went berserk, driving his prick into me. I came twice more, with long gut-wrenching groans, with my back arching in sensual ecstasy.

He held out as long as he could, but when I convulsed with my third orgasm, he lost all control and drove his cock deep into me, geysering his jism into me. We both went wild, groaning in rhythm to the long pulses of hot cream filling me. Finally, he sagged in fatigue, laying heavily on me as I shuttered with the last tremors of my climax.

“This is one hell of a way to wake up in the morning, hey?” I moaned.

“Damn, right,” he said, fighting to catch his breath. “I could get used to this.”

“Roll over,” I instructed, and he heaved himself off of me. I sat up, taking his semi-flaccid cock into my mouth, milking it with my thumb, extracting the last dribbles of salty-sweet jism from it. I sucked it noisily and slurped as his cream bubbled out. His eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure as I worked it, finally draining him dry. We lay for a long while, enjoying the nearness of the other, not wanting to move for fear that it would break the feeling of bliss.

“What is on your agenda for the day?” he asked.

“I need to leave around one today. I have a workout scheduled at two this afternoon and I need to go by my apartment to get my gear.

“You are going to the gym?”

“Kung Fu work out. Master Chao is teaching a special staff class today and I don’t want to miss it.” She smiled with pride before continuing, “Papa says that I am a bit of a prodigy with the staff and I am always looking for ways to improve my technique.” I explained.

“Next time we get together, bring your staff and show me your moves.” He suggested.

“Is there going to be a next time? I mean other than next month with you and Alex?” I asked quietly. Jake blinked in surprise.

“I hope so.”

“I thought I was just an occasional diversion for you guys. I figured the second Friday of next month would be the next time I saw you.”

“Oh,” he replied, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “I had hoped you and I could get together before that.”

“What, like a normal date?” I asked, happy that I was not just a plaything.

“Yea, why not. We could go out to eat, go dancing or maybe go to another movie together.”

“You don’t think Alex would mind?”

“No, I don’t think she would mind.” I kissed Jake hard, taking his face in my hands and giving him a long-wet kiss.

“I hoped you felt that way, but I did not want to presume.” I pulled him to me and burrowed myself into him.

“Mandi, I had a great time this weekend and I don’t just mean the sex. Admittedly, the sex was phenomenal, but what I mean is that I had a fantastic time talking with you and going to the drive-in was the best date I’ve had in years. I would like to do it again,” he said seriously.

“How about next weekend?” I suggested immediately.

“I have drill next weekend.”

“Drill?”

“I am still in the Army Reserve and required to do Assembly one weekend a month and two consecutive weeks a year. Next weekend I have my semi-annual APFT and to recertify with the SAW.” I looked at him blankly and he realized that I did not understand Army lingo. “APFT is the Army Physical Fitness Test and SAW stands for Squad Automatic Weapon.”

“So, next weekend is out?”

I’m afraid so, duty calls. But how about dinner and a movie after work Wednesday?”

“Sounds like a plan, but it will have to strictly be dinner and a movie, because I have to be at work early. However, if you want to skip the movie part, we might find the time for a little hanky-panky.” I shot him a wicked smile.

“To hell with the movie. Who wants a movie!” Jake squeezing me playfully. “You want me to come over to your place or you want to meet me here?”

“I don’t want you to even see my place. I was not joking when I told you my apartment is a shithole, so I will meet you here.”

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” He asked.

I thought for a minute. “Let’s get some Sichuan food at a place owned by a friend of our family. I swear, it is the best Sichuan outside of China. I am talking about authentic Sichuan, not just the crap served at buffets.”

“Sounds great. I love Sichuan food,” He said, but I suspected most of what he had in the past was the ‘crap served at buffets’ variety.

“Good! I think you will like it. Do you want to go full Szechuan, or something a little more in line with American tastes? If you want to try authentic Szechuan, I need to give them a call and let them know, because they don’t normally serve it.”

“What do you advise?” Jake asked.

“If you want to go ‘traditional’, get the Mao xue wang, if you want to play it safe, get anything on their menu, all of it is superb.”

“What is Mao xue wang?” He asked guardedly.

I izmir escortlar shot him an evil grin, “It is made from pig and duck blood, tripe, ham and chicken gizzards.”

He crossed his eyes and replied, “I think I will order what is on the menu.”

“Smart man,” I teased, poking him in the belly and laughed. “So, what about the weekend after your drill?”

“You could come over here Friday evening and I will grill us some steaks. After dinner, I suggest you stay for a little adult entertainment.” He said and humped my leg suggestively, making me laugh.

“Ok, but I will have to leave around 7 a.m. on Saturday, I have a Kung Fu tournament, which should be over by four in the afternoon. If you want to get together after the tournament, I would love it,” I told him.

“Why don’t I come watch you in the tournament? Would that be okay?” I hesitated for a second before answering.

“Jake, if you are not a Kung Fu person, tournaments are really boring, so I don’t want you to feel like you need to watch me.”

“If you are there, I won’t be bored.”

“Jake, I am serious, when I am at a tournament, I don’t have time to visit. I take this shit serious, so I will not be able to hang out until it is over.”

“If you don’t want me to come, I won’t, but I would like to see you in action.”

“OK, but don’t feel obligated to stay if you get bored.”

“I’ll bring a book, but I doubt if I will need it.

Mandi

Wednesday evening, I met Jake at his place after work, grabbed a quick shower and changed clothes before we went to dinner. We took Jake’s 911 for the short drive to the Four Rivers Szechuan Restaurant, owned by Master Chao and his family. He was expecting us, so when we walked in Master Chao greeted me at the door.

“Master Chao, let me introduce my friend, Jake Radcliff.” Master Chao extended his hand to Jake, who took it. “Jake, this is Grand Master Chao, one of my Kung Fu teachers and the finest Szechuan chef in the United States.”

“I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Radcliff,” Master Chao said in a deep voice, with a slight English accent. “Please, follow me.” He led us to a small, private dining are near the rear of the restaurant. “My daughter, Hui will be with you in a moment to take your order.”

“Master Chao looks like a tough customer,” Jake commented as held the chair for me.

“The man is a marvel. His technique is flawless and he is as fast as a mongoose when he wants to be. Papa says that Master Chao is probably the best Master of White Crane in the United States.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“I am damn lucky he took me as a student, because he is very, very traditional and seldom takes a female student. I’m good, but I suspect that Papa sweet talked him into accepting me.”

“Will he be at the tournament?”

“Yep, though I doubt if he does anything other than officiates. Occasionally he will teach a seminar or lead a workshop, but privately, the man is a freaking training machine. He works out every morning, which is good for me, because I often have to schedule my work hours to fit Chinese time.”

“Wait, you schedule what?” Jake asked, interrupting me.

“Chinese time is about eight hours behind Central Standard Time, so I often don’t go into work until four in the afternoon and work until midnight. That way I am able to talk with my Chinese clients during their regular working hours.”

“I hope I’ve not been interfering with your schedule! Jesus, please tell me I haven’t been making you stay up late when you need to be sleeping.”

“No, I’ll let you know when I have a late night scheduled, believe me. I work a weird schedule, but it a girl has to do what a girl has to do to get ahead in business, especially when you are dealing with the Chinese.”

“Are the Chinese extra chauvinistic or something?”

“No, not really, in fact I face more chauvinism here in the US than with my Chinese clients. However, that does not mean that they are not ruthless businesspeople and I need every advantage I can get when putting together a deal. By scheduling meetings during their workday, it is much easier to deal with them.”

Jake nodded in understanding, but said nothing more because Master Chao’s daughter, Hui, arrived to take our orders. As I suggested, Jake ordered Bon Bon chicken off the main menu, while I had an off the menu special, the Zhangcha duck, which I figured Jake would like. When food arrived, Jake piled his plat high with vegetables, rice and chicken, attacking it like a starving lumberjack.

“Save room for a bit of the Zhangcha duck, I think you will like it,” I suggested. Rather than reply, he reached over with his chop sticks and snagged a piece off my plate.

“Oh my God, that is delicious!” He stole another piece before I had a chance to say anything. “What is that?”

“It is tea-smoked duck. Master Chao makes it by marinating a whole duck with peppers, Chinese wine vinegar, ginger and garlic, then smoking it over tea and camphor leaves. I called Master Chao yesterday and ordered it special for us.” Before Jake could take all my duck, I heaped rice and half the duck on a plate and gave it to him. “Here, now you don’t have to poach duck from my plate.”

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Chapter 6 — Dating

Sheri and Maryann both appeared on my doorstep about ten a.m. Sunday. Owen had left after we woke up and dressed. I felt he was afraid I’d ask him to have sex again. I’d gotten kind of insatiable the night before and then twice in the middle of the night. He’d then not want to turn me down but would have to wait until he’d recharged. I learned most of that from Sheri later. I was satisfied but wanted more, more, more.

My two friends and I squealed and laughed over the loss of my virginity as I participated in the previous evening’s group sex party. I loved it, and I loved flaunting convention and doing something unique. I’m pretty sure most girls don’t fuck three different men the night they lose their virginity.

The three of us went to a breakfast-lunch place called the Breakfast House and had eggs benedict to celebrate my new status as a full-fledged woman. We compared notes, and they got me talking about all the nice things that had happened at our get-together and then with Owen back at my apartment.

We each confessed to how much we liked each of the guys and then how fond we were of each other. Our new relationships were based on more than sex, although that had taken the front of the stage the past couple of weeks.

Sheri suggested that I ‘date’ each of the guys, allowing for some nice sex, but doing some other fun things with them. I already had a bike-riding date with Luke, so she liked that idea.

I mentioned going out with Kevin and some of the other people from my department a few days prior. Both of them applauded my initiative. “Do more of that,” Maryann said. “Grow the number of friendships you have. You can never have too many friends.”

Sheri told me I should strive for a Constellation of Friends. She explained, “You have men and women friends, and try to have at least nine of each. Three men and three women should be older, and share their wisdom with you of having aged and done much of what you’re facing. Three of each will be about your age, to enjoy and have fun with — like the two of us. Three of each will be younger for you to mentor and help in their path to adulthood and into your age bracket. They’ll also remind you of the fun things to be done in life.”

I liked that concept, and assured them they were in my constellation.

I raised the issue of exclusivity, although it seemed in a peculiar way. “Will either Owen, Jake, or Luke want to be exclusive with me or either of you? Also, what if I were to go on a date with somebody else? Will I make somebody upset or angry with me because I violated some implicit expectation.”

Sheri asked, “Do you want to date?” She was grinning.

I smiled, “Yes. I have this nice guy Kevin about my age on my team. He’s a graphics artist but he’s loaded with computer skills the company doesn’t take advantage of. There are a few others he introduced me to the other night.”

“Yes, yes. Go on dates. You need experience. The experience will build your confidence and that will give you poise and empower you more. What seems awkward now will smooth out over time.” Maryann was nodding in agreement.

Sheri said, “To your earlier question, I wouldn’t sign-up for an exclusive arrangement with anybody for at least the next year or two. You’re making up for lost time and need to go out with a lot of guys and get into many new social situations. Being with only one guy will take you off that path. You’ll always feel like you missed something.

“I pledged to take you along to the situations as I can, but if you can find others, by all means take that opportunity. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I looked at her funny. “Is there something you wouldn’t do?”

Sheri grinned, “Not that I’ve found so far.”

* * * * *

I asked Sheri at lunch about ten days after I’d turned in my ‘V Card’ whether she wanted to join me and few others I’d ask to meet at Epoch’s after work. She begged off. I got about five of others to head to the club with me. It was Wednesday night, so we couldn’t be too late.

Kevin, Marsha, Sarah, Blake, and Aaron all said they would join me again. We had a lively table by five-thirty, and lots of laughter. There’d been some kind of shake up in the corporate management that affected many of our projects, so that was the main topic of discussion. Being a project leader, I was surprised at how much I knew about what was going on.

We ate, and then I suggested dancing at a place I’d researched called the Lemon Tree Lounge. We all went and I got a ride with Kevin, who promised to drop me back at my car later in the evening.

The six of us — three couples — mixed it up all evening long. Everybody danced with everybody else. The number of slow songs that invited cuddling and kissing on the dance floor increased in number as the evening progressed. We weren’t alone. There were many other people at the club that were romantically inclined.

My first kiss of the evening was actually with Blake and not Kevin. We escort izmir made out while standing up and swaying to the music. Later, Aaron and I did the same thing, and then I was with Kevin. The other girls were behaving in a similar fashion, so I didn’t see anything wrong.

Around eleven o’clock, Marsha and Sarah both said they wanted to head home for their beauty rest. We all broke up and headed out. Kevin and I were parked furthest from the club door, and we held hands as we walked. At his car, I pulled him into another clinch for more kisses. We leaned against his car and made out some more.

Kevin got a little daring and started to feel one of my breasts. I pushed into his hand, and then took it and pushed it up under my loose blouse. I hadn’t worn a bra that day, so he got primary skin contact with my boobs. He smiled at me, and then we started to wag our tongues at each other again.

I told him, “Suck on my tits, please.”

He bent down as he pushed my top up and latched onto the nipple on my left breast. He was good, and gave me some nice jolts of pleasure. I started to purr, and whispered, “Great job, Kevin.”

After a few minutes some other people came out of the Lemon Tree and headed our way. We broke our short make out session and I got in the car. Kevin got in and we started to head back to the office so I could get my car. At work, my car was the last one in the parking lot.

I leaned across the console in his car and kissed Kevin, and then I reached into his lap and felt the erection in his pants. I guess our make out session had excited him. I fiddled with his zipper and belt and then finally extracted his cock. He had to help. I bent over and took him in my mouth.

Kevin groaned. I worked on him for a minute when he gasped, “I can’t hold out any longer, Brie. I’m cumming.”

I suctioned the end of his cock as he started to erupt. I got about eight large shots of semen that I held in my mouth. One of the movies that my role model had me watch showed this sequence of sexual things.

After Kevin had calmed, I extracted off his cock without losing a drop of his viscous white liquid. I opened my mouth and showed Kevin what I’d captured, and then quite obviously swallowed. I then showed him my empty mouth. There was enough light from the outside spotlights that he had a very accurate picture of what had just happened.

“God, Brie; you’re the sexiest woman that I’ve ever met.”

I kissed Kevin on the cheek. “Gotta head home and get my beauty sleep. Thanks for the late snack. See you in the morning.” I was out of the car and in mine in seconds. He followed me out of the lot and we turned in different directions.

* * * * *

I was up to my eyeballs in my new project. I was blocking out the web pages that would display the client’s products depending on what a user selected on their search engine. There were many tiers of ‘if-then’ logic involved, and I was trying to keep track of all of it as well as how it fit into the overall marketing plan we’d put together, especially as it went down ten or twenty layers of pages from the home web page.

About four o’clock I hit a logical stopping point. Instead of pushing on, I started to make a list of the things I still wanted to do, at least as best I could tell. Even though I put things on the list, I might reserve the right to not do them when the opportunity presented itself. My list was not comprehensive, but did include: anal sex, being DPed, having a gangbang, fucking more guys, doing more girl stuff with Sheri and Maryann or ‘?’, doing a porn video, exhibitionism such as stripping on stage, getting a tattoo in a sexy location, getting some sexy piercings, and being more outward in my approach with other people.

Later, I shared my list with Sheri. She loved the idea of the tattoo, and after dinner led Maryann and me to a local tattoo parlour to be ‘inked’. We all got buzzed with the ink gun that night.

I got a pretty two-inch heart about three inches to the left side of my mons. I really distracted the guy doing the tat because I hadn’t worn any undies that day, and I was aroused at having somebody doing something so close to my genitals, so I was both wet and odiferous. Tattoo Guy behaved himself, but he sure did look and sniff around. I got a page of instruction for how to care for the tat for the next week and a small jar of ointment.

Sheri got the words ‘Fuck me’ embossed on her body, right above her slit. Maryann had the branches of a tree put on the back of her left shoulder. In her tree, there was one green leaf. We were each given a small amount of salve to put on our tats for the coming week.

We all stopped for a drink and then went home. I stood naked in front of a mirror for a long time admiring my tattoo that I wanted to say ‘Love’ to everybody that got to see it.

The next morning, I was in my cubicle showing my layouts from the previous day to Kevin, and I happened to mention that I’d gotten a tattoo the previous evening.

Kevin said the logical thing, “Oh, izmir escort bayan can I see it?”

I said, “Sure.” I stood and pulled my skirt up to my waist. Of course, I hadn’t worn panties to work, so my pussy was bare, shaved but for my landing strip, and available for intimate viewing. There next to it, however, was my new little red heart.

“I chose a heart because I love everybody so much.” After a few seconds, I added in a tease, “You can touch it, if you want… even the surrounding area. It really didn’t hurt. I have some antibiotic cream on it; that’s why it’s so shiny.”

Kevin’s fingers moved at the speed of light to my little heart. He touched it and around the area. I directed him, “Touch me more to the left, please.”

Bingo! Kevin was smart. His fingers moved right over to my pussy, and then he stroked the top of my slit, and then he touched my clitoris. I moaned, “Oh, very good. Right there.” He kept stroking with two fingers.

Somehow our lips found each other and we were also kissing as his fingers moved more significantly into my sex, and then into my body. I liked being fingered and kissed at the same time.

There was noise in the hallway, and Kevin instantly stopped, yanked down my skirt, and sat where he’d been in a proper manner. I was thinking that I would have fucked him and not worried about getting caught. I guess I should develop some smarts about my exhibitionism. I added the word ‘Blatant’ to exhibitionism on my bucket list.

Kevin asked me whether we could go out for drinks and dinner after work. I agreed. I suspected strongly that he had an ulterior motive and hoped to have sex. I was all for that. I had a new hobby and sex was its name.

I drove home after work and Kevin followed. I just parked my car and got into his car, and then we drove a short distance to an Asian restaurant called Spice Station. We had some large glasses of wine and then a meal. As dinner ended, I said, “Why don’t we go back to my apartment?”

He nodded a little too eagerly, but I had his attention.

Twenty minutes later, I carefully undid the buttons of his dress shirt in my apartment. He started to do my blouse, but I batted his hands away, and told him, “You first.”

His shirt got draped over the back of a kitchen chair. I have a small apartment. A few minutes later his slacks joined the shirt. He’d kicked off his loafers and removed his socks. All he had on now was a pair of dark-blue men’s briefs.

I knelt and pulled his briefs down his legs. His cock (I must not call it a penis), flopped into view. It was already partially hard, and my hand and mouth on it just hastened the rigidity of his erection. I loved feeling a man swell in my hand or mouth.

I grinned up at him, and then engulfed the first three inches of his shaft with my mouth. I bobbed around on him, the way I had in the car. I swear he got longer and harder. I tried to work all of him in, but stopped at the gag reflex.

After a minute, Kevin pulled me off of his cock and onto my feet. He said, “Your turn.” He carefully undressed me, treating each piece of clothing like a rare masterpiece. I really wasn’t wearing much, and was naked in only a minute that included frequent kissing.

We had a really intense kiss and then many others. Kevin’s fingers found my slit and vagina again, and his mouth inhaled one and then the other of my breasts, bringing my nipples to a white-hot state of excitement.

Kevin and I lay down on my sofa, and made out as we fondled each other right to edge and then backed down. I sucked on him some more, and then he ate me out for a long time and through several orgasms. He had oral talents that weren’t on his resume.

I mounted him in the woman-on-top position. Sheri had told me that she liked this position because she was in control, but the guy could play with her boobs or her clit as they fucked.

Kevin didn’t last long, especially after I tried out my limited repertoire of dirty talk on him. “Oh, Kevin, your cock feels so good in my pussy. I hope you plan to pump a lot of semen inside me, because I thrive on errr, cummy jizz. Do you like fucking me, because I like fucking you?”

Kevin moaned and started cumming. I felt five hard bursts and then knew he had a few more before his body ceased injecting semen into me. We made out some more and then repeated what we’d just done, only with us more in the missionary position.

As Kevin stood after our second time, I took his cock and cleaned it. I then said, “OK, now you clean me.” I spread my legs apart in a lewd manner to him. I knew I was dripping cum from my vagina

He looked around as though there was some trick or some cleaning aid nearby. I told him, “Kevin, go down on me with your mouth and vacuum up what you put there. I’ll even share it with you if you bring it to me. It’s called snowballing.” Thank you for great ideas, Sheri.

“Really?” he asked in a squeaky tone.

“Yes, really. Come on. Do it.” He reluctantly went to work on my pussy. I’m sure he was motivated by the unspoken izmir escortlar promise of future sex sessions. He slowly lapped down the stuff on the surface, and then at my instruction extracted some cum from inside me with two fingers.

Ultimately, I did get him to ‘snowball’ some of that residue with me. It was mostly saliva, but we did it anyway. He confessed that he thought it was sexy, and that cleanup hadn’t been all that bad. I explained I hadn’t done much of that until Sheri had taught me about the fun activity.

Kevin left my apartment after that, and I laid out things for the next morning.

Two days later, Sean asked me out. I’d met Sean at a club shortly after I’d asked Sheri to be my mentor. He’d been with Owen and Luke, so I knew that he was part of that social clique. I also knew enough socially to worry whether I was stepping on anybody else’s toes by going out with him, and also whether my reputation as an ‘easy lay’ had been communicated to him. I kind of hoped that Owen or Luke might have tipped him off about my hot spots but not given me a bad reputation.

My Saturday evening date with Sean was similar to what I’d done with Kevin. We went to a nice restaurant, went to a club named Infinity to dance, and then back to my apartment.

Sean had a lot of stamina. We fucked five times before he left to go home about two in the morning. I wondered whether that was a record of some kind. I’d have to ask Sheri.

Sean also didn’t need any prodding about cleaning my pussy with his mouth after each bout of lovemaking. He seemed to love to go down on me and such up all our love juices. God, he was sexy.

Sunday afternoon, Sheri, Maryann, and I got together and went to the beach. They both had really sexy bikinis, and I had an old one-piece bathing suit that protected my virtue and hid my tattoo. It had somehow escaped the wardrobe overhaul. Sheri told me that the next night after work we were going to get me a new bikini.

I told my two friends about my dates with Kevin and Sean. They applauded my behavior, especially for fucking on a first date. They explained that many girls wanted to wait for three or five dates before ‘putting out’, but that guys were ever hopeful for somebody like me.

I also learned that I was rapidly becoming what they called a ‘Unicorn’. I was a pretty girl that loves sex, and has no compunction about enjoying herself regardless of the circumstances, including having sex on a first date. I liked being a unicorn. I did wonder, if unicorns fucked so much, how come there aren’t any around?

Both Maryann and Sheri had dated Sean, and wouldn’t mind doing so again. He was part of the Jake-Owen-Luke clique, and I could count on seeing him again, possibly in the presence of the other men.

I asked whether he was one of the guys that liked to share their women in a group sex situation, and the two of them just laughed at my naivete. Of course, he was. I wanted to be shared.

We had a discussion about group sex. I realized that my indoctrination into the sexual arena of life had been very different from ‘normal’ people. In their case, they’d start with couple dates. In my case, I’d fucked three men the night I lost my virginity, and just continued from there. I did have ‘couple’ experiences with Kevin and Sean, but I found myself preferring the arousal and variety that came with the group sex sessions.

Monday night, Sheri and I went to bathing suit store named Splash, and I got two bikinis. Either one could fit in a small change purse and leave room for the change because they were so tiny. I had the figure, so I didn’t worry that I’d look weird. If anything, I worried about getting arrested, but the sales clerk assured me that they were legal and that far more revealing suits were also available online. Sheri told me she was aiming for that ‘Sex on a Stick’ effect.

Chapter 7 — Sex on the High Seas

I got to wear my sexy red bikini the next weekend. Jake had a large and new powerboat. Sheri, Maryann, and I connected with his boat at the city marina about eleven a.m. on Saturday morning. He’d named the boatParadigm Shift. Owen and Luke were also there and looking quite buff.

Sean showed up just after we did with Marsha, another beautiful woman that also worked in the same marketing department that Sheri and I did. We were friends, and I’d had lunch and gone out many times with Marsha. We laughed about how we’d tapped into the same social clique of men.

One thing I noticed is that we were all wearing bikinis that were little more than tiny scraps of colored cloth and some string. I guess I hadn’t paid attention, but Marsha was stacked and had a hard time containing her opulent breasts in the tiny bikini bra. No one was complaining. Everyone was hopeful.

Jake and the others had laid in a fabulous supply of food and drink for our voyage. We were going to go from Sarasota to Fort Meyers, having lunch along the way, drinks at our destination, and then motor back to our home port after dark. I learned that Jake had been a boater all his life, so felt safe in his hands. The boat also had state-of-the-art navigation and safety gear on it. Having grown up inland, I didn’t know much about boating, but this was really fun.

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The sound of flesh slapping together suddenly got louder, matched by the more rapid grunts of the two people fucking on the bed. The woman was almost beautiful with long blonde hair, and she was barely legal. She was on all fours with her ass almost hanging off the edge of the bed, and the man was standing next to the bed ramming his cock into her very wet pussy as fast as he could. He was the second in a long line of men who were here for the gangbang and the paycheck.

He was clearly about to cum and was pissed at himself that he couldn’t last longer. He had really wanted to enjoy fucking this bitch as long as possible, and now it was about to end entirely too soon. Without a word, he grabbed the woman’s hips and pulled her off the bed. He turned her around and pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, tilting her head back to an impossible degree. Then, after maybe twenty seconds of feverish stroking, he finally splashed his cum all over her face. He tried to aim at her mouth, wanting to fill it with his thick cum, but she had closed her mouth and her eyes. He pushed his cock against her lips and she turned her face just enough for his final jet of cum to land on her right cheek. Then she opened her eyes and licked her lips, using his dick to spread his cum all over her right cheek. After a couple seconds feeling the warm cum spread around, she looked around with a grin.

“More. I want more cum.” She held that pose until someone off to her left spoke.

“Cut. Honey, that was great. Jeff, that great, too. Both of you did great. Now, Jeff, go hit the showers and Sherry will get you paid. Okay, who is next? We want you to come from off stage and walk up to her from her left. And honey, you stay on your knees and get ready to grab his cock. I want this scene to start with a blowjob and then move to fucking. Come on, people, we have eight more cumshots and only half an hour to do it all. And fluffers, I want these guys hard and ready to blow when they approach her to save time.” And the director gesticulated wildly as if people could actually understand his hand signals. The next man stepped forward, hard cock pointing at the star who still had cum clinging to her face and hair.

The line of men was just off-stage, wearing only tee shirts with no pants. They were standing next to the bedroom and lined up down the hall of the house being used as a stage. The house belonged to the director and he was paying himself a huge fee for the use of his house in what he was confident would be a very popular video.

He grinned at himself when he remembered the growth statistics of bukkake porn. Seriously, men liked to watch lots of men cum on a woman. Sometimes fucking her and sometimes peeing on her, but always cumming on her. In fact, the more he thought of it, the more he was convinced to include a second woman, with the two of them licking the cum off each other. Great idea for his next video. The director glanced for just a second down the hall, and then turned his attention to the beautiful but cum-soaked face looking up at him. And then the hard cock was in her mouth and the director was cussing her out because she went for it before he had called for action.

Shelly Graham just ignored all the action on the set and all the profanity just off the set, and she focused on her job. She was a fluffer, and it was her job to get these guys hard and keep them hard until they walked on stage and gave their cocks to the star of the video. And Shelly loved her job.

She had been offered a number of starring roles, but she always turned them down. Shelly knew she was beautiful and she knew she had a sexy body and she knew she would get a bonus with her first video, but she just wasn’t interested in being fucked on camera. She preferred to be off-stage, away from the camera. Truthfully, she didn’t fear being on camera and had actually been filmed in several movies as the camera panned off to the side to show what was going on behind the scenes.

She just had no interest in being a porn star. While the money was attractive, she had all the sex she wanted and she could do it the way she wanted. The director never yelled at her and never told her what to do or how to do it when she was having sex, and she preferred it that way. The director simply wanted a hard dick at the right time in the video. As long as he got what he wanted, she could do what she wanted as a fluffer.

That meant Shelly got to suck a lot of cock, and she got to fuck any of them she picked. No one squelched her creativity or dictated her activities. And that was probably the main reason why she didn’t want to be a porn star. When she made love, she didn’t want a man telling her exactly what to do. No “point your face a little more to the right” or “move your ass a little more off the bed” or “smile some more” or “do it a little faster.” When she had sex, she wanted it to be spontaneous and creative and the result of what turned him on and what escort izmir turned her on.

Shelly had been a fluffer long enough to know what happened to most porn stars. Few made it past thirty and almost none of them made it past forty. The days where Kay Parker would be the star of a porn video were past. Maybe a supporting role today, but not a staring role. Directors wanted them to be in their early twenties, and preferably eighteen or nineteen. Hell, even the family fuck films had eighteen year old “high school” students with twenty-five year old parents. It was all skewed towards barely legal kids. Then the women fuck for ten or maybe fifteen years max, and were finally turned out to pasture. Or else they quit on their own. The only option for these women would be to wait thirty years and do some granny porn.

But Shelly knew that more than just their pussies and asses were fucked. Their minds had been fucked, too. Relationships were usually hard for a retired porn star, and they seldom lasted very long. And sex was often not fulfilling, after hundreds and sometimes thousands of sex scenes and partners. She knew dozens of former porn stars and very few of them were happy with their sex lives after porn.

No, Shelly didn’t want to become a porn star. She loved sex too much to pursue that path. Besides, she loved cum even more than she loved fucking, and she believed porn stars never got enough cum in their videos.

But really, it was being told how and when to do everything that she hated. She wanted to enjoy being creative and spontaneous with her man or woman. And she wanted to make love, sweet love, with candles and flowers and a wonderful man or woman, or maybe a man and a woman. And sometimes she wanted it to last for hours and not for minutes.

She paused, trying to smile with a hard dick in her mouth. It might be a different man or woman every night, but she wanted it to be a warm and wonderful experience and not just someone who was simply paid to fuck her.

And then Shelly returned to the present and went back to sucking some unidentified dick.

When the shoot was over, her normal routine was to get a shower, do her makeup, and then invite one of the men out for a drink. Hopefully, it was one of the men who turned her on, and then she would take him home with her and fuck him until he quit. This time she felt like a drink but not with any of the men. None of them turned her on. But one of the other fluffers, a new girl, interested her, so she invited the four fluffers to join her. One of the other women claimed she was in a new relationship and was going out to dinner with him. And the other three claimed they were tired and just wanted to go home and enjoy some microwave Chinese food or something.

So Shelly went to her favorite bar, a blend of an Irish Pub and a classy night club, alone, and resigned herself to having a few drinks and being hit on by a bunch of jerks until she got tired of it and went home alone. When she went through the doors, she counted probably twenty couples and maybe a dozen men by themselves. After half an hour of fending off jerks, a very handsome man sat down at a table close to her. Sitting at the bar, she watched him through the large mirror behind the bar without him knowing she was watching him. And, of course, the inevitable occurred when a jerk showed up to spoil what Shelly was hoping might happen with the handsome stranger.

Bentley Moore saw it coming for several minutes. A beautiful and hot woman sitting alone at a bar is a jerk magnet. She was getting her share of jerks for the last half an hour and now the ultimate jerk had decided to show up and make her life miserable for as long as he could. Well, from the looks of her, she had to be used to it. She was guaranteed to attract her share of jerks pretty much every time she came to a place like this without a date. Especially when wearing the sexy outfit she was wearing with the amount of cleavage it was showing. The only thing left was to decide if he should get involved. The jerk kept trying to pick her up and she kept trying to let him down. This was not going to end well. Bentley grinned and settled back to watch what he expected to happen.

Bentley couldn’t really blame the guy for wanting to spend time with her. The woman was average in height and obviously worked out because both her arms and legs showed shape. Her waist was slender and her ass was round and tight. Her tits were at least a C-Cup and maybe larger, and well-defined. But it was her nipples that were sure to draw the attention of jerks and assholes. Her nipples were large and hard and looked like they were clearly seeking freedom, about to pierce through her top at any second. She wore a dress in muted turquoise, if turquoise could be muted, that contrasted beautifully with her dark hair and dark eyes. The skirt was short, of course, and the top showed enough cleavage to be distracting without looking slutty.

She was exactly the reason why izmir escort bayan Bentley was sitting where he was. He never sat at the bar at places like this, but always took a table near the bar. For some reason, when unescorted women came to a place like this, they usually took a seat at the bar. And men without a date seemed to always hang around the bar because the unescorted women were there. An unescorted woman sitting alone at the bar in a place like this was considered a green light to men: alone and looking. And they always treated unescorted women sitting at the bar differently than if they were sitting alone at a table.

So Bentley always took a seat at a table close to the bar, all the better to watch the drama. If he was lucky, he would have the chance to rescue a woman from a jerk. And when he rescued her, he would invite her to his table as an excuse to keep away the jerks. It usually worked, and he would have her all to himself for drinks or for dinner. And he usually got lucky later that night.

Bentley knew he was good-looking, with his dark brown hair cut to just over his ears and just below his collar in back. His clear gray eyes looked slightly blue under the right lighting. He had a full beard that was closely trimmed. He was a couple inches over six feet tall, and he clearly worked out. His broad shoulders emphasized his flat stomach and tight abs, and his short-sleeved shirt revealed arm muscles that were just short of intimidating. He was approaching his thirty-second birthday so he was young enough to attract the attention of beautiful women, yet old enough to have experienced much of the world.

Bentley worked hard to maintain his looks and he loved the results of his efforts. He managed to take home a woman from a place like this at least once a week. When you added that to the women he called back from previous dates, Bentley enjoyed his share of blowjobs and fucking at least three times a week, and he was planning on adding this women to his list of conquests.

“Please leave me alone. Just go away.” The woman had raised her voice this time, making it clear to all the people near her that she just wasn’t interested in this one. Bentley was sure she was interested in someone, from the time he had spent watching her, but it was clear she just wasn’t interested in this one. So he stepped up to offer his services. He gently pushed the jerk to the side and walked up to the woman like he belonged with her.

“Honey, I am sorry I am late. Traffic was horrible. I mean, welcome to Los Angeles, right?” And Bentley leaned in to kiss her on the left cheek.

“You aren’t just late, you are half an hour late!” She was mentally quick and fell right into the role, giving him a very convincing dirty look. Then her eyes softened and she smiled warmly at him.

“Well, at least you are here. I saved you a seat.” Bentley started to slide onto the bar stool next to her, the one she had been defending from the jerk for the last several minutes. But before he could settle onto the padded stool, he felt his arm yanked by the loser she had been pushing away, yanked hard enough to turn his body away from the woman and square to the jerk. The man leaned forward until his face was about three inches away from Bentley, who only then realized that he could get drunk just from the man’s breath. The man sneered and stumbled through a warning.

“Hey, this one is mine. Go find your own slut.” Bentley remained calm, an easy accomplishment in light of his extensive training in hand-to-hand combat. His Navy SEAL combat instructor had warned him many times with the same words — “In a bar fight, anyone can get lucky. But a prepared mind and body will almost always win against a brawler, and size does not matter here.” So Bentley braced himself, keeping his body square to his challenger and his arms at his side.

“No, I am sorry, but this lady belongs to no one. She has, however, been kind enough to date me for the past several months. So, if you will excuse us, we are going to enjoy the evening together, and maybe more.” Bentley started to turn away and sit down but the man wouldn’t allow it. He pressed his hand firmly against Bentley’s chest and exhaled some more of the alcohol fumes he seemed intent to share with everyone near him.

“Beat it, man.” And he tried hard to glare at Bentley, as if he had scared other men away with that expression. Bentley tried hard to hide his grin and placed his own hand over the man’s hand, holding it to his chest. Somehow he managed to return the man’s glare with one of his own, but Bentley’s glare showed cold steel and clearly contained a real threat. He spoke through his glare just loudly enough to be heard by the people sitting closest to them.

“I am going to ask you only one time to remove your hand. If you do not remove your hand in the next three seconds, then I am going to hurt you.” The two men continued glaring at each other and Bentley fully expected the man to turn and walk izmir escortlar away, shouting profanity at him. But he didn’t turn away. In fact, he didn’t even blink, and Bentley realized the man was prepared to fight.

He waited the promised three seconds and then he quickly grabbed two fingers of the hand he had been covering. He twisted hard until the man’s palm was exposed to the ceiling and suddenly the jerk was bent over, almost double, with his arm fully extended out to his side. The man grunted in pain but didn’t say anything as he tried to retrieve his fingers. Bentley maintained his grip.

“First, the lady is not a slut. You will apologize to her or I will break your little finger.” This threat appeared to motivate the man instead of intimidate him, and he spewed some serious profanity.

“She’s a fucking slut. Anyone can see she’s a whore who came here for a free fuck. And I was going to give her that free fuck right here on the floor until you came along. So fuck off, man, and leave the fucking cunt to me.” Bentley sighed, and then twisted the man’s pinkie until he felt and heard the snap. The man almost screamed in pain and tried to jerk his hand free, but Bentley was expecting that and held on tightly.

“Now, you will apologize for calling the lady all those names or I will break your ring finger. Do it now.” The man immediately began his tirade again.

“The fucking whore is ugly and diseased. And you are fucking stupid. So go back to your mother’s basement and leave the fucking bitch to me.” There was another crack, almost a crunch this time, and another scream from the bent-over jerk.

“You have eight more fingers and I have all night. Apologize to the lady and I will let you go home. Refuse again and I will break another finger.” And for emphasis, Bentley twisted the two broken fingers. The man screamed again and almost dropped to his knees. After regaining his footing and recovering from his scream, he mumbled something that Bentley couldn’t quite hear.

“I am sorry but I couldn’t hear you. And I am sure the lady couldn’t hear you, either.” Bentley tightened his grip on the broken fingers and the jerk groaned in pain.

“Okay, okay. I didn’t know she was with you. Lighten up, man.” He paused for a second and then tried to look at the woman from his bent over position.

“I am sorry for calling you a slut and a whore.” Then he tried to straighten up but Bentley wouldn’t allow it just yet.

“Okay, I am going to let you go. But you will need to leave this place. If I see you here again, I will break some more fingers. Do you understand what I am saying to you?” Bentley waited for a response, which was mumbled again. But rather than make an issue of it, he simply let go. The jerk straightened up and looked like he was going to throw a punch at Bentley, but when he saw the expression in Bentley’s eyes, he changed his mind. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the door. When Bentley finally saw the man leave the pub, he turned to the attractive woman who had not said a word during the entire conflict.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you in any way?” Bentley waited for an answer, taking the opportunity to look her over as if searching for a wound or even a bruise. Finally, he looked up and into the darkest eyes he had ever seen. She smiled warmly at her rescuer.

“No, I am just fine. And thank you for saving me from that asshole. You took a risk when you faced off against him. May I buy you a drink for your efforts?” She paused, looking deep into his eyes, and really liked what she saw. She felt a tingle in her pussy and she sensed herself getting wet. She was glad she had worn panties for a change because she felt her pussy ooze some juices.

“I will graciously accept that drink, but only if you will join me at my table until your real date shows up.” The two of them smiled at each other for a couple of seconds. Then she nodded to him and stood, reaching out her hand to take his as he led her the three steps to his table. He pulled out her chair and seated her, drawing from her a quiet sigh.

“Ah, a gentleman. I should have expected that from any man who rescues a damsel in distress without using any profanity at all. My very own Prince Charming!” She smiled widely and warmly at him as he sat in his chair across from her.

“Shit, I can use lots of fucking profanity when I want.” Bentley burst out laughing at her expression, and he tried to minimize his comment.

“Seriously, I generally do not use profanity. I was raised by parents who taught me that profanity was not part of polite conversation. And my grandfather, my REAL hero, always said that profanity was the last resort of a weak mind. So I generally don’t use profanity. I am not offended by profanity, I just tend to not use it. Unless I am in the bedroom, of course.” They both laughed quietly as those last words. And then she took them back to her earlier comment.

“You know, as gallant as that was, you could have been hurt by him. We don’t know if he had a knife or even a gun on him.” Bentley hesitated, unsure how much of his past he should reveal to her at this moment. Finally, he spoke to her, sharing as much as he felt comfortable sharing.

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After my seduction of Nicole, my wife’s younger sister, I thought my conquests were over. I had successfully fucked each of my wife’s bridesmaids. While promises were made to continue to have threesomes with each of the girls, I wasn’t holding my breath. So what happened a couple months later was a complete rewrite of my plans.

Our first Thanksgiving as a married couple found Amanda and I at her grandparents’ house. This was the first time we had seen Nicole since I nailed her in our living room, so there was bound to be some awkwardness.

Amanda’s father’s family was all there, which was not a rarity. Other than Amanda and I, they all lived fairly close by.

The house was full of people, but there was a sense of pall over the event. Amanda’s uncle Edward had passed away suddenly earlier in the year, and this was the first time the family had been together since the event.

Amanda’s father seemed to be hit hard by his brother-in-law’s death. Her parents had not even attended the wedding where I primed Nicole. Although it was his wife’s relative getting married, I think that any family gathering was too much for him at that point.

Amanda and my wedding seemed to be the bright spot for everyone, and we were asked many times how we were settling in, etc. Amanda was the oldest grandchild, so she and I were trailblazers for her generation on getting hitched.

After we stuffed ourselves on turkey and fixings, I settled onto one of the couches to vegetate, digest, and watch football. I didn’t settle long though, as Amanda’s father asked if he could speak to me for a minute.

Amanda’s father was an old-school, silent type. I realized quickly when she and I started dating that his coolness towards me wasn’t personal, it was just how he was. We maintained a basic relationship on common sports interests, but that was about it. So his request for me to follow him was out of the ordinary.

I followed him across the house to a room that I assume was his father’s office or study. Amanda’s grandfather was already there, seated at his desk. One of Amanda’s uncles, Marcus, was already seated at the other chair in front of the desk. The other surviving uncle, Don, was over by the windows but turned as we came in.

Amanda’s dad, who’s name was Anthony, stood to the side of the desk and motioned me to the other chair.

As I sat, Amanda’s grandfather rose out of his seat and offered me a glass of Scotch. Though my pants were nearly bursting from the food, I knew not to refuse, so I took the glass. A quick sip told me this was the expensive stuff, and I made a good choice. Her grandfather must have seen my reaction, because he chuckled.

“Yeah Charlie, that whiskey is almost as old as you. Glad to see you recognize good alcohol.”

He sat back in his chair now, and sipped from his own glass.

“I am sure you have no idea why Anthony called you in here, so I will get right down to it. I am here to make you an offer to join my business. But there is a catch, and no matter which way you decide, I need to be sure what I am about to tell you is absolutely confidential.”

I nodded, completely shocked. Let me back up and tell you why.

Amanda’s grandfather was the biggest and I assume most successful car dealer in the small city where she grew up. I don’t think he had a franchise for every brand of vehicle, but when you drove around the area, their last name was stickered on a significant portion of the cars you saw.

The house we were in reflected that status. It was huge. The office we were in was bigger than my college apartment, and the furnishings in this room alone were probably worth as much as Amanda and my house. Definitely more if you included the Scotch.

The business was so big and profitable that all four of his children were part of it, and doing well themselves. Anthony was the oldest, and ran the back-office and finance. He hadn’t inherited his father’s gift for salesmanship, but I knew that he was great with numbers and part of why they were able to expand to so many dealerships.

Marcus and Don were each responsible for one cluster of franchises, which were spread across the city.

Even Amanda’s Aunt Erica, the only daughter, was involved. She had taken over for her father as the ‘face’ of the dealerships, and spent time handling advertising, including filming commercials. Her husband Edward was a manager as well, before he passed.

Even Amanda had been involved. Before we started dating, she had appeared in some print ads, and then billboards. The first time I went to her house, I was greeted by her 30′ tall face on the highway into town. Even though she had warned me, it was still jarring to see your girlfriend advertising low prices on Hondas.

As these thoughts raced through my head, Amanda’s grandfather, whose name was James but went by Jack, continued.

“So son, I need to demand your absolute silence on what I tell you. You can tell no one, even the other people in this house.”

I nodded, wondering what was so secret escort izmir that even the wives couldn’t know.

“Twenty years ago, while up at my hunting cabin, our family suffered a horrible tragedy. We had gone up there for a weekend, me, Tony, Marcus, and Donny.”

Grandpa Jack was the only one who called them Tony and Donny. They were Anthony and Don to everyone else.

“Eddy and Erica had just gotten married, and she was really ornery about letting him go. I think they were trying to get pregnant, and she thought it was her time. Anyhow, he was the only one who wasn’t there.”

He paused and took a sip of scotch.

“Never figured out who brought it, but a day or two in, all of us came down with mumps. Real virulent strain too. Amanda’s grandmother ended up having to drive up and get us all and deliver us to the hospital it was so bad.”

I had never heard this story, which was surprising. But then again, I never knew Jack as a hunter or that he had a hunting cabin.

“Being up in the woods, we had all waited too long to get treated. Obviously, we all survived, but this particular strain of mumps had one permanent effect. All of us were sterile.”

He paused now, and stared at me, as if to see if I understood. I took a sip of my scotch, and realized what that meant.

If Amanda’s father and uncles were sterile, who had fathered their kids? Jack had said 20 years, and the oldest cousins after Nicole were only 19.

My eyes must have given me away, because Jack continued.

“You are probably wondering who the fathers are. That’s the secret you have now sworn to keep. Even the kids themselves don’t know.”

Whoa.

“Every one of those kids younger than Nicole is fathered by Eddy. The deal is, each of the women know their husband is sterile, but not the others. Grandma knows all, and the grandkids all know nothing.”

This, this was heavy.

“It was the only way we could think of to keep the family going. And now, well, if it were to get out, we would be ruined.”

I nodded dumbly, but even in my surprised state I knew that if the public got wind that Jack’s son-in-law had fathered his wife’s brothers’ kids, people were ‘small-town’ enough to shop elsewhere for their vehicles.

“Now, you may be asking why I would tell you all this, when the ink is barely dry on your marriage license. Well, here’s the situation…”

“I’m the reason” I heard from behind me, and turned to see there was one other person in the room.

“Aunt” Daniella was the wife of Don, the youngest of Amanda’s uncles. I said “Aunt” in quotes, because she was closer in age to Amanda and I than her husband. He was a little over 40, and I knew she had just turned 30 herself.

She had been around the family only a little longer than me, and we had bonded about being the ‘new kids’ a couple years earlier.

Daniella was very different looking than the rest of the family. While they were all very WASP looking, she was very Meditteranean. Not sure if it was Spanish, Italian, Turkish, or Greek heritage, but her black hair and olive complexion contrasted with everyone else.

Daniella was also a fitness freak, and the only ounces of fat on her were probably on her chest. She and Amanda shared workout tips, and I had seen many pictures of her in yoga or running outfits that made me know Don was a lucky man.

Not to say she was all looks. Daniella was a doctor, and I knew Don loved the fact she was independent and didn’t suck up to Jack the way a lot of women would.

“I’m the reason Jack’s bringing you into his little circle of trust.”

Daniella strutted over now, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she sat on the side of the desk closest to me.

“After Don and I tried to get pregnant for a year, I told him I was sending him to get his swimmers checked, and the truth started to come out.”

She sipped her own glass of whiskey now.

“Unfortunately, this all came out after Edward passed. So I gave it some time, gave it some thought, and decided we need to inject some new sperm into the gene pool.”

She smiled at me the way a cat smiled at a mouse.

“Luckily for me there is a new young man in the family who seems very virile.”

The whiskey hadn’t hit me hard enough yet that I didn’t understand what she meant.

“You want me to father your child?” I could hear myself sound like a scared teenager as I said it.

Daniella and Jack both nodded. The elder salesman took over now.

“Son, this situation has been a problem for us for twenty years. While some may question our solution, it has worked well, and my grandchildren are all smart, good-looking, decent kids, and Eddy is partially to thank for that. You seem like a fine young man yourself, so why not have you take over his role.”

Daniella and I continued to stare at each other. My brain had started to think of what she would look like as I pounded away at her. It was not the first time I had that fantasy.

“How would this work?” I asked.

Daniella smiled now, izmir escort bayan still maintaining eye contact. “They all say that Eddy used to do it the old fashioned way.”

Knowing what that meant, I resisted my urge to bend my ‘aunt’ over the table now and give her what she wanted.

Instead, I nodded, taking another sip to think.

“And no responsibilities after?”

Jack interjected. “No son. My lawyer has an ironclad agreement drawn up. You will be compensated, even if you and Amanda don’t work out, but your involvement is limited to procreation. Other than the people in this room and my lawyer, no one will know.”

I took a breath, and the weirdness of the situation finally hit me. I thought back to how I felt finding those pictures, and realized this would be a lot worse if Amanda found out.

“Jack, Daniella, I appreciate the offer. But I don’t think I could not accept this without Amanda knowing. If she found out I… impregnated someone, a family member, how would she feel?”

I saw everyone tense up at this, especially Anthony, Amanda’s dad. Before they could respond, I continued.

“Listen, give me an hour to talk to Amanda. I agree that this will not get out and will swear her to the same. However, if the talk does go south, Anthony, I am calling you in to calm her down.”

Amanda’s father nodded to me, understanding.

The rest of them looked around and nodded back to me. I took one more sip of Scotch, and set the half-empty glass down.

“I will be back for this”, I said, drawing a couple chuckles. I exited the room first, watching the rest of them turn back towards each other as I left.

When I closed the door and walked down the hallway, the first person I bumped into was Aunt Melanie, Marcus’s wife. She was in her mid-forties, a tall skinny blonde who carried herself like a Southern belle.

“Charlie, have you seen Daniella? I wanted to ask her about this new workout routine I heard about.”

Melanie was a decade older than Daniella, but kept in just as good shape. And right now all I could picture was the fact that she let Uncle Eddy knock her up. Several times, in fact.

I shook my head “no”, clearing my thoughts as I walked back into the common areas. As I entered, I saw Nicole on a couch talking with two of her cousins.

Everyone called Allison and Rebecca “the twins”, even though they were cousins.

Wait, no they weren’t. They were half-sisters. Anyhow, they were both 19, born a couple months apart 19 years ago. Both were fun-sized blondes that had absolutely worshipped Amanda growing up, though that had faded now that they were in college.

When I first met the family, the two of them both fawned over me, as teenage girls will do. Allison was Melanie’s daughter. She was the more reserved of the two. Rebecca was Erica’s daughter, and therefore Eddy’s legitimate kid. She was more bubbly, and daring. Right now, her hair had a streak of pink in it.

Anyhow, the three of them were deep in conversation. I scanned the room, finding Amanda with her Aunt Erica near the kitchen.

The recently widowed Erica had taken her husband’s death hard, so it was good to see her laughing with my wife. I was sorry to break it up as I motioned to Amanda that I needed to see her.

The house was so big that I didn’t know the full layout. I told Amanda we needed somewhere private to talk, so she took me around a corner and up a set of stairs.

She opened the first door on the left, and I found myself in a young girl’s bedroom. A pink nightmare with two twin beds and more dolls than a toy store.

She saw my look of confusion, and laughed.

“This was Nicole and my bedroom when we would stay here. They never redecorated.” I motioned to a suitcase on one bed.

“Yes, Nicky is still sleeping in here.”

I nodded, still confused, since our bedroom was at least one floor and two wings away.

“We got upgraded to a real guest room. You should feel embraced. I thought those rooms were reserved for royalty. Now, I want to feel embraced.”

As my wife pressed against me, pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss me, I could taste the wine on her breath. Though it wasn’t my intention, finding ourselves in what was kind of her childhood bedroom gave me naughty thoughts.

Amanda must have had them too, because the kiss turned into a full on makeout, broken only when she was unable to lower my zipper while pressed against me.

Breaking our liplock, Amanda dropped to her knees to finish on my zipper and fish me out.

We had been so quick to engage that my soldier was not fully at attention yet, and he easily slipped through my fly. His tardiness was not long; however, as my wife quickly swallowed him whole, an action which quickly engorged my little general.

Once she was convinced of his rigidness, my beautiful bride rose back up to her full height of 5’6″, plus a couple inches for the strappy heels she wore. Kissing me again, she pulled me over to one of the beds. She broke our kiss again, turned around, izmir escortlar bent over straight-legged, and flipped up the back of the dress she was wearing.

This exposed the tiny thong that she wore. She lowered the undergarment, kicking it out of the way with one foot, and then put her hands on the bed, presenting her perfect ass to me, her pussy lips peeking through underneath.

I did not require further direction, and I stepped up behind my gorgeous girl, lined up, and entered her. I found her pussy ready and willing, so I proceeded to fuck her.

The angle of the bed and the cut of her dress gave me no access to Amanda’s upper half, so I contented myself by grabbing fistfuls of her toned butt as I sawed away.

Amanda must have been needing this much more than me, because it was only a few minutes of rhythmic pounding before she groaned out an orgasm. I wasn’t far behind, so I held her waist in place as I buried myself in my wife’s wet snatch, flooding her snatch with my seed.

I will admit, I was helped along with the thought that the next member of the family I went balls-deep in could be Daniella.

I pulled out and Amanda collapsed to the floor. The room had an en-suite bathroom, so she ducked in there to clean up, panties in hand.

When she came out, she cleaned off my cock with a wet washcloth. Ducking back in, I saw her make sure she was presentable.

“Well, now that’s out of the way, let’s head back down to my family.”

“Wait, that wasn’t why I came up here.”

“It wasn’t?” My wife sounded surprised. I guess our forays into sex in strange places and strange women had her tilted that way.

“No, but don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it.”

I took Amanda’s hands now.

“I just had a talk with your grandfather.”

After I swore her to secrecy, I proceeded to lay out the entire story, from Scotch to the lawyer and compensation. By the time I brought up Daniella, Amanda was seated on her old bed, jaw wide.

I concluded with “So even though this isn’t necessarily sexual, I didn’t want to keep it from you. I swore to them that we would keep it a secret, no matter what we decide.”

I was careful to say ‘we’.

Amanda recovered from her shock slowly.

“So Allison and all of them are really Eddy’s kids?”

I nodded. “Unless this is some fucked-up initiation to the family, that’s the case.”

“Wow.” I could see my wife was still processing.

She followed up with a couple more questions around the edges, before moving back to the crux of the matter.

“So Daniella wants you to fuck her and father her child?”

“Yes, that’s why they brought me in there. How do you feel about it?”

“Honestly, my first reaction is to bend over this bed and beat her to it.”

My wife’s blunt words surprised me, and I blurted out “You want a kid?”

“Yeah, I mean, we never decided when, but here’s the thing. If we say ‘yes’, they are going to want us to move back here. And Grandpa is not cheap. He will keep us well paid. I mean, a lot more than either of us makes now. There is a lot of money moving through the dealerships that you could help handle. I could help Aunt Erica, and we would definitely be financially ready for a kid. If that’s the case, why wait?”

My mind was blown again. Now I had two women wanting me to father their child.

“So, you want me to knock you up first, then her?” I stuttered, not sure what Amanda was thinking.

She was still seated, and took a deep breath before replying.

“I like where we live now, but after some of the stuff we have done this past year, I guess this doesn’t gross me out or anything.”

“I always knew something was up. Uncle Eddy seemed to dote on Allison and the other younger cousins, but never Nicole and I. This kind of makes sense.”

“As for Daniella, I mean, I have already shared you. I wonder if she would let me watch… or participate?”

“What about your uncle?” I responded.

“I don’t think Grandma Rose is going to let anyone in the family play together, even though it sounds like Uncle Don is shooting blanks.”

My wife was being fairly logical about this whole situation, which surprised me. I guess after seducing her bridesmaids and sister, one more aunt didn’t faze her.

“So, are you in then?”

“Yes. You put a baby in me, and then you can put one in her. Maybe they will end up twins, like Allison and Rebecca.”

“Ok, but it sounds like this isn’t a one-time thing. If Daniella wants more kids, or maybe Erica..”

“Aunt Erica isn’t going to dishonor Eddy that way. Although she seems like she’d be fun in the sack too.”

Amanda was really surprising me now, but she got me thinking. If I had access to Daniella…

After Amanda and I ironed out some details, we headed back downstairs. I texted her dad that we were ready, and he told me to come right in.

I entered, holding Amanda’s hand as we entered the room.

There was still only one chair, and as I sat in it, I pulled Amanda onto my lap. We had never made such a brazen PDA in front of her grandfather, but on our walk back down, the cool, calculating side of me, the side that turned my wife’s infidelities into a harem of women, had realized how much the scales were tipped in my favor.

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