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It was the late in the summer, and we had spent most of it in her pool. We had wasted away many days and nights over the summers of our high school years and this first summer after being away at college was no different. That is, no different except for the beer. Back then the legal drinking age was still 18, and a year away at college had taught us a lot.

This was a particularly summer. We were each working the last days of our summer jobs before returning to college, and the evenings were still spent by her pool. The shed, which was pretty much an oversized garage, was close to the pool and her dad had walled off a portion to create a changing room inside. Being naked in that room while hearing the conversations of people just the other side of the door always gave me a bit of a rush. I had begun to change out there fairly often, especially when Sarah’s girlfriends were out by the pool. Perky breasts in tiny bikinis were more than a young man could handle, and I was beginning to appreciate the perks of having female cousins who introduced me to their girlfriends!

As cousins, Sarah and I had pretty much grown up together. Our moms had grown up together, and our dads were army buddies so it was no surprise that my family had followed hers from the city into the suburbs. She and I ended up attending the same school from 6th grade onwards.

Unfortunately for Sarah, her dad’s genes took over at puberty and she filled out quite a bit more than she would have chosen. She was quite chubby and wore glasses. She had very fair skin, reddish brown curly hair and freckles. In short, she was a typical awkward teen, with the typical problems we all face during that dreadful time of puberty. I, on the other hand, was a pretty skinny kid. Unlike her, both of my parents were from the Caribbean so I was darker skinned than she, and had just moved into the school that year. Initially, no one believed we were related.

To her credit, Sarah went away to a fat camp the summers of junior high. I don’t think it was sold to the rest of us as such, but that is what it was. She lost a lot of weight that first year, and returned to camp the following summer to finish the task. Now, by no means would I ever call her thin. She has one of those bodies that always appear to be round, regardless of her weight. She is not tall, but getting down to a size 2 is just never going to happen. As an adult today, she is remains on the thicker side, but she maintains a consistent weight and is comfortable in her own skin.

We were several years past the summers of fat camp now and she had kept the weight off. I had just finished adding my ‘freshman fifteen’, but was still fairly slim. I had gained the weight playing college soccer and eating everything in sight. I was also a typical college male; a walking raging hormone who subscribed to the media’s version of sexy. I fantasized about a few of the other girls who travelled in our summer circle. They too had discovered how sexy they were becoming as college women and were enjoying flaunting what they had.

My favorite memories are of Janine, a pretty dumb blonde if ever there was one. She garnered the attention of every guy in our social studies class. Whenever she yawned, she would stretch and lean backwards over her chair, arching her back and heaving her oversized breasts up to the ceiling. It wasn’t long before those yawns became legendary. She also had a knack for sitting in guys’ laps. I recall one party when she just dropped into my lap sideways and hugged me. I’m sure it was alcohol induced, but I was not about to complain. Naturally, I hugged her back, but I realized that one of my hands was holding her breast from the side. Now to be clear, this was not a stray finger casually brushing against her. My entire hand was overflowing with the size of her glorious bosom!! I was bahis firmaları sure she would react, but she never flinched. Janine remained perched on my lap with her arms around my neck and breast in my hand, just smiling and talking as if all were normal. It took the thought that some of the other girls could see my hand that finally made me let go, but in retrospect, I wonder how much longer I could have gotten away with holding on…

Our group was out by the pool again after a long day at our respective jobs. This particular evening, I caught several of the girls whispering to each other. They had noticed that Sarah’s pubic hair was protruding from her bathing suit, and apparently that was a big deal. Naturally I was moved to confirm this for myself, but I realize now that this was when I first started thinking of Sarah sexually. I did observe the ‘offensive pubic protrusion’, but it led me to thinking about what the rest of it looked like.

I started peeking at her when she sunbathed to see what I could of the obvious mound below the thin bathing suit fabric. I watched her with more intent when she rose from the pool. I stared at her fat breasts and ample ass as she stretched this way and that while drying herself. She became the focus of my fantasies when I was inside that changing room. I would strain for glimpses of her through the side window; my hard dick in my hands just behind the wooden door. Little did I know of what was to come later that summer.

It was a weekend evening a few weeks later and we were going to spend at the pool again. I had spent a good part of the afternoon with Sarah, during which she told me about catching her older brother, and more specifically, his buddy Johnnie, skinny dipping in the pool late last night. Johnnie was a tall, good looking blond haired teammate from the days of her brother’s high school football team. She’d had a crush on him for years. Come to think of it, I’d had a crush on Johnnie’s younger sister, Patty, for years myself. Too bad she didn’t drop by for some skinny dipping that summer. But I digress…

Sarah was not particularly vulgar in her comments or descriptions, but she got her point across, and my imagination going. I thought about her being with him and what they would do, and it evolved into what I would do with her. By this point in the summer, I had spent so much time with her in those revealing bathing suits that I was dreaming of her in my sleep. We discussed the notion of going skinny dipping, and she admitted she might do it under the right circumstances. I got so excited during the conversation that I had to find some way to get away from her and relieve the strain in my pants. I suggested we take a dip in the pool, and hurried off to the changing room for some well needed attention.

Well I couldn’t get my shorts off fast enough in that changing room. I was thinking of Sarah changing into her bathing suit and thought of myself watching her as she pulled down her panties to expose the matted nest between her thighs. I had come to dream of taking her from behind in my most common fantasy, and this time I imagined us on the pool ladder. I could not believe just how hard I was as I stroked myself. My well practiced hand was getting it all just right as the pace increased slowly along with the pressure of my grip. I could feel the tip swelling and see it turning purple as I strained to extend the length of my pleasure. I wanted this session to last while the images of Sarah’s naked body flashed across my mind in a slideshow. My free hand reached out as if to grab her bare breast from behind and I closed my eyes and imagined sliding between her wet hairy pussy lips. The urge to cum was approaching fast and I could feel my knees start to buckle. I put my free hand on the wall for support and tried to muffle her name on my lips as I let loose all kaçak iddaa over the wood floor. I whispered her name over and over as I coaxed the last drops from my relieved cock. The slideshow in my mind’s eye was coming to an end, and then I heard it. There was a muffled gasp of surprise behind me, and I turned to find Sarah, with her hand over her mouth and an embarrassed flush in her cheeks. How long had she been there?

Sarah had come through from the other side of the shed. The winding pathway from the changing room into the storage part of the shed was never formally closed off because no one ever used it. There was a lot of old junk laying back there dating to the previous property owners. I had navigated the mess only once in the years since my cousin moved in. It was now painfully obvious to me that she had done it too.

Her hand fell from her mouth as I jabbed out for any piece of clothing that would shield my nakedness from her. With just my jockey shorts as cover, I could feel the flush that must have covered every exposed inch of my body. Her eyes remained fixed on the fabric I was holding, barely hiding the most personal of my belongings. I resigned myself to the idea that she had seen and heard most of what I had done, and tried to come up with some manner of explanation.

The awkward pause was broken by both of us simultaneously; Sarah trying to explain why she walked in on me unexpectedly and me stammering through some explanation of why I was playing with myself in here. I didn’t even hear much of what she said until these words froze me dead in my tracks. “Did you mean me… Sarah, you said Sarah, right… were you talking about me… were you thinking about me while you were doing that in here?” I had no answer, or at least could not bring myself to answer her honestly. I was embarrassed on so many levels, and the look on her face told me she was too, but this is where things really got weird.

I stood before Sarah, trying to decide if I could find a believable lie to speed us to the end of this tortuous moment. I was considering just telling her the truth and living with the consequences when I realized that my erection was returning. My eyes could not meet her gaze and I had fixated on her breasts as we were talking, and it seems my subconscious was still churning away. The fabric of my underwear tented and I closed my hands in an effort to contain it, but I heard her say “no”. It was barely above a whisper, but I heard it. I looked up to find her staring through my hands to see what I was hiding. Her look was inquisitive, and she repeated her request stronger this time. “Don’t hide it. I want to see.”

My grip eased slightly as I mumbled, “I thought you would be too…” The last words died on my tongue as Sarah dropped the top of her bathing suit.

“I know you want to see them. I see they are getting you hard. So now that you have your chance, I want a chance to see yours again.” Sarah reached forward to gently coax my hands from the meager veil. Her eyes looked directly into mine, asking my permission. The fabric fell away and her gaze dropped again. Sarah watched as my hardness danced to its own rhythm in mid air. Her gaze returned to my eyes, as she reached forward, again silently asking my permission. I did not deny her as the warmth of her hands closed around me gently. One held my hardness as the other sought to cradle the source of the fluid she saw erupt from me moments before. “Is this how you like it,” she breathed as she began to stroke me. “Is this what you fantasize about me doing to you?” I was still too surprised to answer, and I felt her grip tighten before pulling me closer. “Is this what you have wanted from me? I’ve seen you staring at my tits and ass. I really make you horny don’t I?”

My hands rose for Sarah’s breasts, groping her in their eagerness. They kaçak bahis were as advertised, fat, full and heavy. I raised them slowly, and pinched her pink nipples, perking them to full attention. Her breath drew in heavily and her stroking grew faster, encouraging me to continue. It was not long before my hips were matching the rhythm of her strokes and the shadows of another release were upon me.

I was just starting to moan, when I felt her draw back; my disappointment was quite clear. She gestured for me to sit on the bench, as she wriggled her generous hips from the rest of her bathing suit. My eyes followed the slow decent of the fabric, eager for what was to come. One strand at a time, the dense pubic hair revealed itself and I grew firmer still. She stepped closer to me and parted the dark hair to show me the lips hidden just beneath. Then she took me by the hair and rubbed my nose against the coarse warm hair. The heat radiated upon my face along with the musky scent of her arousal. My hands grasped at her hips to pull her closer. I wanted to taste the wetness I saw seeping but my tongue was left wagging in vain. I heard the word ‘no’ again, but this time it left me disappointed. She would not let me lick her directly, but I would still have my taste.

Dragging my hands from her hips, Sarah ushered one directly between her thighs. I heeded her guidance in the exploration of her wet folds, eagerly earning her gasps of approval. I groped at the pendulous breasts dangling inches from my face, and I pulled one into my mouth. The large pinkish nipple stood firmly against the lapping of my tongue, and she spread her legs wider, offering an invitation to explore her inside. I used a steady rhythm as my fingers and wrist were bathed in her flowing essence. She was warm and wet; her hips swayed with pleasure; the unconscious motion of my own hips reminded me I still required attention. I withdrew my hand abruptly; causing a slurping sound.

I stood to wrap my arms around her from behind, one hand between her legs, the other caressing the soft flesh of her chest and stomach. I rubbed faster as instructed, and it wasn’t long before she was shivering in my arms, releasing a wave of repressed desires. Her hips churned against my hardness and the sensation was driving me mad. I spread my legs for leverage as I moved to take her right there, but she anticipated my plan, and turned her hips to deny me entry. With a firm hand on my shaft, she said “We don’t want to create any problems do we?” Then she exerted just enough pressure to convince me to sit again.

Sarah knelt between my knees and with a wink of her eye, took me into her mouth. Her lips formed the most heavenly seal, so tender and warm. She took me in slowly and deeply until her nose was pressing into my stomach. I sat in amazement. The sight alone was almost enough to finish me off, but it was the exquisite sensations that brought me to the final release. Her tongue worked rapidly, but her lips moved slowly, and her hands cradled everything below. It was both torture and pleasure as she worked me so well, and I was sure I’d die before she was through. My hips were grinding upwards but she held me down with pressure on my thighs. The point of no return had arrived and I took her head in my hands to avoid shooting in her mouth, but she resisted and swallowed hard when I erupted. I moaned loudly as the shudders raced through me, grasping her head even tighter. I felt like the spasms would never stop and my well would never run dry, but eventually both finally subsided.

Sarah stood up and smiled, wiping the excess from the sides of her mouth. My shudders were still fading as she quipped, “You see, that thing is for more than just tugging on.” I stifled a laugh as she bent over to pick up her clothes, savoring my last glimpse between her naked thighs. She dressed quickly and left for the pool where I heard the splash when she jumped into the water. I took a bit more time to digest what had just happened. After all, you want to savor your first time, don’t you?

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Thanks to volunteer editor SexyGeek for help with this story.

This is a story of lust, not a story of love. Chapter 1 told of my cousin Em fucking me in my wheelchair for the first time. Since then I had thought of her sexy big breasts as they bounced when she was riding my dick last week. I thought about how good her pussy tasted when I ate her out. Now it goes on.

*

It’s been a week and Em came over to clean again. I was hoping she would stick to her word that we would have sex again. This time she came in wearing skin tight jean shorts that lifted her ass up. Just seeing that would make any man hard. For a top she had on a tight spaghetti strap blue tank and a black bra that you could see the edge of because the tank was a few sizes too small.

I was sitting in the kitchen in my wheelchair finishing of the sandwich I had made myself for lunch. I had on a pair of jean shorts that are long enough to cover my knees and a t-shirt with some sexual innuendo on it like most of the shirts I have.

“Wow, you look great!” I said

“Thanks, but it’s coming off as soon as we close the shades and no one can see inside,” Em said as she let the blind down in the front room. Then she headed to close all the others in the house.

“Naked cleaning. A man could get used to this,” I said with a grin.

“You’d better, I don’t like wearing clothes if I don’t have to,” Em said with a smile “You have already seen me naked no need to be shy now.”

That’s what I liked about Em; she just wanted to keep it about sex, no relationship. She had that with her boyfriend. She just wanted the sex and that was just fine with me. She grabbed the bottom of the tank and pulled it up and over her head revealing a sexy 34 DD black lace bra. Then she slid the straps of her bra down off her arms her breasts popped out one at a time revealing their full round shape. The areolas were just a shade or two darker than the rest of her fleshy mounds. Her nipples were hard, sticking out from her firm breast. She turned the bra around so the clasp was in the front so she could unhook it, placing it on the couch with her top. Then she gave her nipples each a pinch and a little twist, smiling at me just to make sure I was watching her.

“I would go naked too but if someone comes over I can’t get dressed that fast. That, and it’s hard to slide on the board to get in bed with a bare ass,” I said being a smart ass

“That’s okay. I can still see the outline of your cock in those shorts,” Em said as she patted my cock with her hand. She started to undo the button on her shorts and then the short zipper on them. She started wiggling them down over her hips. I watched as her tits danced and bounced around with every little move she made. As she pulled her panties down with the shorts I could see the clean shaven pussy with the labia slightly protruding. When the shorts hit the floor she picked them up, putting them with the rest of her clothes. Smiling, she rubbed her pussy and said, “Can’t wait till you’re in here later.”

“I bet. What are you going to start with today?” I illegal bahis asked.

“Well let’s see, I will vacuum, sweep, then dishes and clean the counter.”

“‘You forgot about polishing my knob,” I said with an evil grin placing my hand on my crotch.

“Oh yeah I’ll do that after I clean around the house, and then again after we are done fucking.”

I asked “How long will this last?” I paused. “A month, a year?”

She sat down, looking like she was giving it a lot of thought. “I don’t know, until it stops being fun I guess. Why, do you find it weird? Is it the incest?”

“No it’s not that,” I started. “That kind of makes it hotter. It’s just that it’s fun and it has been awhile so I would like to get it as much as I can before it stops.”

“Well, okay, then. Let’s not worry about when it ends and just have fun doing it.” Em got up off the couch and grabbed the vacuum to use. Her breasts were swaying back and forth as she unwound the cord. As she bent over to plug the vacuum in her pussy became the bottom of a heart shape with her ass cheeks forming the top. At that point I was wanting to go over and shove my face in between her cheeks and lick her pussy until she got off. I had to try really hard to restrain myself from attacking her right then and there. When she started to vacuum I watched as her big breasts were swaying with every push and pull. When she turned away to get the far side of the room I watched her ass flex with every step forward and back. When she would reach out far enough she would raise her leg slightly giving me a full view of her pussy from in between her legs. When she needed me to move I was going to go and play on the computer, but that was the next room to vacuum so I sat in the living room and watched and waited for her to start sweeping.

When all the floors were done she wiped down all the counters in the kitchen and started on the dishes. When she wasn’t paying attention I rolled up behind her placing my hand between her legs and started to rub her pussy lightly, just enough to roll the lips around but not enough to open them.

“Mmm, that feels good. How about you do that until I’m done here,” Em purred.

“I could do that.” I continued to rub, as the lips opened up I could feel the wetness on the side of my fingers . I slowly started to work my thumb in to her making her moan softly and push down a little. When I got my thumb all the way in to the hot dripping wet cave I began rubbing the clit with the side of my knuckle by twisting my wrist back and forth, which caused my thumb to twist inside of her and rub right behind the clit. As I was doing this she braced herself on the edge of the counter and I continued to twist. I added an in and out motion making sure not to move my knuckle from her clit so it was just short strokes making a circular motion with my wrist. That caused her to moan a little louder than before and push down on to my hand even more. After a few minutes she had an orgasm causing her to fall back towards me a little. She pulled herself back upright and my thumb came out of her. I put my illegal bahis siteleri thumb up the crack of her butt as I rubbed her pussy again until she finished the dishes off.

“Now to polish that knob,” Em said pointing at my crotch.

“Yeah, that’s going to be your favorite thing to clean now,” I said with a grin

“You know it,” Em said and bit her lower lip. She bent over and started rubbing my crotch pulling my zipper down putting her hand in to my shorts, “We need to go in your room to get these off but stay in your chair I want to try something out first.” As we moved to my room I went to my bed side so I could lean over and remove my shorts but not my underwear . I took off my shirt and put it on the foot of the bed and then finished taking my shorts off and placing them on the shirt then picked up the socks off the floor and did the same.

“Those need off too, “she said pointing to my underwear.

“Can’t slide on the board if they come off, you will just have to work around them.”

“I can do that.”

She pulled the underwear down and grabbed my shaft and balls. She let the band go up under the balls and rested them on top. Then she took the shaft and started stroking up it and releasing at the top with both hand one after another. As the shaft started to harden she stroked up and down, placing the head in her mouth and licking all around the head when she pulled it out of her mouth.

When I was fully hard I spun my chair so the back was against the bed because I had an idea of what she wanted to try. She threw her right leg up and over my legs straddling my lap. I moved the head of my dick away from my body so she could slide down on the shaft. With me in a seated position she could be all the way down on to my lap because some of my length was hid in between my legs. She rocked back and forth on my lap. I placed my hands on her hips to feel the motion of her .

I moved so my head was by her left breast sucking the nipple into my mouth lightly, nibbling on it and rolling it in my teeth and flicking it with my tongue, then sucking it and rolling my tongue around the nipple, releasing it from my mouth and circling the outline of her areola . Then I moved to her right breast, licking around the areola making a smaller circle until I just was licking the outline of her nipple, then sucking it in to my mouth, rolling it in my lips and flicking the tip of it with my tongue. I could taste the sweat as it started to form on her body. I could feel her hips starting to get sweaty as her body temperature started to rise. As she started to pick up the pace I moved my head back away and the chair started to tip over on to the bed.

“You can’t go that fast, Em,”I groaned, “keep the slower pace until I get in bed.”

She gave a pouty face look to me “It’s not as fun just going slow, but I guess I don’t want you on the floor. Be hard to get you up by myself.”

“You can bounce up and down on just not the fast rocking.”

“The wheels are in the way, all I can do is rock.” She said pausing for a few deep breaths

“Then canlı bahis siteleri turn around and face that way,” I gasped pointing away from me. She slid up off my dick and it came out with a wet thud against my stomach. I pushed it back away from my body but she couldn’t get enough in her to enjoy.

“Over there now,” she demanded pointing to the bed

I turned the chair so I could get the board and slid in bed, No sooner then I got on the bed she pushed me over and grabbed my dick to slide it in her. My lower legs still hung off the bed and the slide board was still under my ass. As she was moving up and down on my shaft she unlocked the brakes on the chair and pushed it out of the way and slid the board out from under me, placing it on the seat of the chair. As I was watching her ass moving up and down I placed my hands back on her hips my right hand started rubbing her right ass cheek. The tips of my fingers were running along the crack as I palmed her firm toned ass . I was wishing my hands worked better than they do so I could have given it a squeeze. I could tell she was getting close. Her moaning became louder and she moved faster up and down the shaft of my dick. All at once I got a rush of pleasure then warmth as she hit the peak of her orgasm.

“Keep going if you can,” I moaned as I made a rocking motion with her hips.

“One more then I am done,” she gasped trying to catch her breath.

“Well just go until it’s done for me then… never mind it’s over now,” I said with a moan. “Now get up here to finish like we did last week.”

She turned to me and smiled, grabbing my legs and putting them on the bed as I turned the upper half of my body. As she got in to the bed she pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. Tossing them to the hamper and crawling over the top of me she placed her well fucked pussy above my mouth. I ran my tongue down the opening until I found the clit. I sucked and flicked her clit until she came on my face.

“God, I wish my boyfriend had a dick like yours,” Em said as she got up off the bed, “or could eat pussy like you.”

“I guess you will just have to keep coming back for more when you want it,” I said pointing at my dick as it started to go soft. “Hand me some clean underwear.”

“Yeah, you need clean ones, the ones I took off were soaked,” Em said as she tossed me the clean pair.

“So, you’re turning the big two zero in two weeks. What are you wanting for your birthday? Do you have plans?”

“I want a dildo the size of you! I’ll probably come over during the night and get some big dick after I am done partying,” she said with an evil grin. “Oh, I’ll be over next Thursday after class. I’m going out of town on Friday.”

“Both those sound good, but, I don’t think I could afford to buy you a dildo. They are pricey.”

“We can think of something,” she said. “You good here? I need to head.”

“Yeah I’m good, see you next week. Have fun this weekend,” I told her as I finished getting dressed.

I know its lust between us and not love. After all she is my cousin. I could hardly wait for the next two times she comes over. Next week she will clean and we can talk more about what she wants for her birthday the following week. Maybe we can find something to give her that is like my dick that doesn’t cost as much as a dildo.

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This incident happened to me in the summer of 2001 and as I’m sure you are aware the thought and images still gets me very very hard.

It all started when I met this girl called Sandra, Sandra was from North London, twenty years of age and a cheeky little cow. We started dating after she told me I reminded her of her dad and that I said she could be my little girl. This was Sandra turn on at the time.

We had been dating for about a month when I finely got to meet her parents and her two younger sisters. It was a Sunday afternoon meeting which at first was pretty awkward until her father and I realised that we supported the same football team. We chatted about them for several hours and laughed about their rivals. The night ended up a good laugh and very quickly I became one of the family.

Sandra’s two sisters, Sarah and Kat were just eighteen, they shared many of Sandra’s looks, long blonde hair, pert little breasts and tight arse, but Sandra had a softer rounder figure, something to hold on to so to speak. Sarah and Kat did everything together and over the next few months it became a bit of a game to see if I could embarrass them and tease them. Now Sandra worked as a waitress and would often work late shifts, I would go and collect her and drop her home, occasionally we would fuck in the car, but as the relationship grew stronger we would stay at her house and I would sneak out in the early hours.

One morning her father had caught me and I had a lecture about safe sex and being courteous. It was agreed I could stay over and things from there just got better and better.

Sandra’s father was in a well-paid job that took him abroad once a month, he worked over in the Middle East, so would go for a week or so at a time. On one occasion he had a project that would take him a month to complete so his wife decided to spend several weeks out there with him.

Sarah had been given a week of illegal bahis late shifts and I had a week off from work, so I would stay over at hers and then potter around during the day. It was during August so Sarah and Kat were of from school, they were at that time, between leaving secondary school and going to college. The girls would often sleep in and I would wake up, kiss Sandra good-bye and go and do my thing.

It was a Friday night when I had gone round to Sandra’s and waited for her to come home, she had started to get lifts from one of the other waitresses, which meant more often than not I was warming the bed for when she returned. It was late and Sandra rang to say she was going to go out for a few drinks, I encouraged her to have fun and if she wanted to stay at her friends that night it was okay, she readily agreed and said she would wake me in the morning.

I decided I was bored so I ventured down stairs to the living room where Sarah and Kat where watching TV, the two were curled up on the couch and watching some thriller / horror, each had a glass of beer and a bowl of popcorn. I plodded myself down and made a few crude comments as usual, Sarah stuck out her tongue at me and I told her if she did it again she would have to use it. Kat piped up she didn’t know how. Sarah laughed and said she did.

The film was coming to an end and a few more glasses of beer had been consumed, Kat suggested another film and asked me to choose. I knelt in front of the TV cabinet and pulled out blank videotape with the words of “Our Wedding” on. I laughed and, made a joke saying I didn’t think that her parents where married before video was popular, and that is probably a porn movie. Sarah rose, snatched the tape from my hand a pushed into the machine. I sat back laughing and the screen blinked to life, right in front of my face was a picture of the girls mum, lying flat on her back and fingering her own cunt. illegal bahis siteleri From the side of the shot another blonde women leaned over and started to kiss the girls mother. In shock just sat and stared, the two girls did nothing, the tape rolled for about another minute when I finely reached forward and switched the tape of. The two girls had gone bright red and nobody said anything. Suddenly Kat blurted out that it was aunt Rose in the video, aunt rose was her mum’s sister and they were fucking each other. Sarah looked at me and asked me to turn the tape back on, she wanted to see more. I did as I was told and we sat and watched the film, which lasted for about ten minutes. Towards the end the girl’s father had entered and had fucked his wife’s sister. The recording finished and an old copy of faulty towers came on. All three of us sat in silence. The only thing moving was my rock hard dick standing hard against my shorts.

The first to notice was Sarah who smiled and said to Kat it had an effect on me; she looked over as I tried to cover the bulge with my hands. Kat smiled and said she was glad she wasn’t the only one turned on by it, and that it proved I was just a normal man. Sarah nervously laughed and said that dads dick was very big, and she could not believe that mum had fucked her own sister, for the next five minutes we discussed incest, neither girl however said she was against it.

I laughed and said there mum had a fantastic figure, but it did not compare to Sandra’s. Sarah piped up saying she and Kat had better figures, so I said to them to show me. Kat said she would show me hers if she could see my dick. I stood up and pulled down my shorts. The end of my dick was already covered in precome and it was dribbling down the shaft.

Kat rose and started to undress, very quickly Sarah did the same, their bodies were identical, very hard erect nipples, tight stomachs and pussies canlı bahis siteleri that looked like they had been totally shaved. I looked and my dick grew even harder. I pointed to the girl’s cunts and asked if they shaved, they said no and that the hair was very, very fine and it just looked that way. Sarah asked me if she could touch my dick, I moved forward and the touch send shock waves through my body. I stood there and took hold of Sarah’s hand and moved it up and down the shaft. Kat moved over and I felt her hand caressing my balls. Sarah turned to Kat and they gently kissed, I removed my hand from Sarah’s and started to feel one tit on each of the girls. As I touched Sarah’s she moaned.

Sarah then pulled my dick and placed it full in her mouth, she started to suck like at it like a lollypop, and I exploded deep in to her mouth, she gagged slightly and coughed, a little of my come split from her lips and on to her chest. Kat reached down and licked the come of her sister’s tits. I stood back and watched as these two eighteen-year-old twins started to kiss and caress each other’s bodies. They explored every inch and Sarah lay between Kats legs and sucked her clit until she came, Kat returned the compliment, by this time I was hard again and ended up sliding my dick into Kats very wet pussy. The three of us carried on fucking and licking and coming for the next few hours. As we lay there in a heap, the two sisters had explained they had actually seen the video before and had discovered how good family love was.

As I lay there the two girls collected there clothes and headed up to the showers, I lay on the couch and was stupid enough to fall asleep. It must have been about seven the next morning when Sandra finely came home, she saw me asleep on the couch and a pair of her sisters knickers lying on the floor, my dick was still covered in juices and she could see it. Sandra went fucking ballistic and ended the relationship right then and there.

I saw Sarah a few months later and joked we should try it again, but Sarah told me Sandra had told her parents and that the two girls were under severe house arrest, since that day I have seen none of them.

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The important thing, she knew, was to keep his cock hard. Anyone was a moron to think the way to a man’s heart was his stomach. It was solely and utterly concentrated in his cock. Sometimes, she fancied he was like one of those odd dinosaurs that have “two brains”. She knew, through experience and preference, that when his cock was hard, all was right and direct in her world. Suck it or fuck it, lick it, tug it, rub your thumb over the precum slick head, milk his balls for cum — when she was doing those things, it was all good. Though lately…

She didn’t blame him. How could any one woman (or three, for that matter) keep up with the seemingly endless queues of online/on-cam women? Impossible. Hot fetishes and latest toys aside, she wondered of she’d started slipping. Could she still keep his cock hard and drooling with precum…all for her?

With a sly and wicked smile, she stood silhouetted in the threshold; a hand perched on her jutting hip, her head tilted with a question. “Shall I?” she silently sent him.

Deaf to her and involved, he still sat in front of the glowing computer screen, shoulders slumped, head bobbing slowly, illegal bahis but he sensed her there behind him and spun his chair to face her.

Placing one high heeled foot in front of the other, she strolled closer; each movement of her thigh revealing more skin beneath his “borrowed” dress shirt. The already-swollen and pink outer lips of her pussy showing beneath the swish and drape of the shirt’s hems. She sighed heavily as she approached, making her breasts swell against the fabric, already punctuated with the twin dots of her erect nipples.

She shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt and reached out a fan of fingers to draw slowly along his thigh and crotch. “Oh, baby,” she said huskily. “Is that for me?” Her smiling eyes danced up into his closely. “You look like you could use a good blowjob.” Her wet tongue slid out and she dragged the tip over his cockhead, straining against his pants. “Mmmm. I want to taste you.”

She breathed through her nose mostly, but sometimes wetly and with a lot of tongue would make loud slurping sounds as her lips coursed up and down his thick rigid shaft. She loved twirling her tongue tip around illegal bahis siteleri the head and then plunging the whole knob between her sucking lips. Up and down, long all-the-way-to-his-root sucks, then short, fast ones on the head. She rubbed his precum and her saliva along her cheek and lips, then immediately took him all the way in her mouth again. It was an Art form yo her, pleasing him this way. She almost dreaded him cumming though because it meant the end of sucking him off, pleasing his cock so directly, keeping him hard. For her, he always came too quickly. Though lately…

His cock erect and standing out like another forearm just above his ball sac, he slipped his wet shaft from her lips and plunged it back in again harder, then building a fucking rhythm assaulted her lips and tongue with his hardon. She gasped loudly over and over as his thick cock rammed into her mouth. It looked rough, felt rough, and she reveled in it. “Fuck. My. Mouth.” she groaned between moans. “Yeah, fuck it. Show me how you’re going to stretch my pussy later by fucking your cock in my mouth, baby.”

She could feel his body shake from nerves canlı bahis siteleri the dirtier she talked. Good. Another key on her keyring of pleasure for him.

As her lips kissed his balls and lightly licked across the tightening sac, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate and pulled her mouth of him with a loud smack and a quick last hard suck on the head. “Don’t cum yet,” she whispered huskily.

His eyes focussed sharply and suddenly as she shifted her body around, never losing prime contact with his, skin to skin. She straddled his thighs and wrapped her fingers tight around his shaft. Her eyes half-closed and she murmured her way into a purr and growl.

“I want your cock. Your hard, throbbing, thick, beauitful cock in me. I want you to fuck me longer, faster, deeper and make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. Will you do that for me, baby?”

She felt the pulse throb along the veins of his cock as it pushed open her labia and grazed across the smooth wetness of her protruding clit.

She writhed on his thrusts, arms and legs stretching and then grasping him in a death throe, and then raking his skin with her nails as she rose up, up, up and then fell into the abyss of ecstasy. “Yes,” she cried, tears in her eyes. “Now again.”

She knew keeping his cock hard was important, though lately…

She thought she might step up her game.

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I left the door unlocked and waited naked and kneeling, eyes closed, in the bedroom. I’m waiting for him to come in and thrust his cock between my waiting lips. I hear the front door open, hear his shoes hit the floor. Then the bedroom door opens, closes. His zipper slides down, and his clothes hit the floor.

He rubs the head of his cock over my lips, teasing me. “Stick your tongue out, baby.” He rubs his cock against my tongue. I lick it, taste his sweet pre-cum. I moan appreciatively. “Show me how much you want this cock.”

I open my mouth wide, grab his hips, and lean forward, taking his cock down my throat. He fucks my throat hard, then pulls out and hits my face with his cock, calling me a horny little bitch. “You love my cock on your face, don’t you bitch?” He startles me and my eyes fly open. I see his eyes burning into me.

“Yeah baby, I want you so bad,” I moaned.

“Get up, bend over the bed and show me your pussy,” he growls.

I lean forward over illegal bahis the bed, reach down, and spread my pussy wide.

He kneels and starts licking my pussy and ass, thrusting his tongue into my pussy and rubbing my clit. “Rub that pussy baby, make yourself wet.” I’m rubbing my clit, getting faster and faster. “Put your fingers in that wet, little pussy.” I thrust my fingers deep inside, over and over. “Don’t cum yet, baby.”

He stands, rubs his cock along my hot wet slit, and then rams it into me, grabbing my shoulders and pounding over and over. His balls hit my clit, his cock reaching my g-spot, sending me over the edge, moaning with pleasure.

He tells me to lie on the bed and rub my pussy. He watches me for a minute, and then kneels on the bed in front of me, putting the head of his cock in me as I keep rubbing. He’s making me wait for it. He slides the head in and out, as I get wetter and wetter. I can’t stand it anymore. “Fuck me!” I gasp. He lifts my hips and illegal bahis siteleri thrusts deep, slowly, leisurely, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he looks into my eyes. He starts to move faster.

As he feels me getting closer to climax, he slows down again and pulls out, moving down to suck my nipples, rubbing my tits, placing sweet kisses on my stomach and hips. He swirls his tongue around my swollen clit, licks me back and forth, flicks his tongue over my clit. He reaches up to caress my tits, pinching my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Shove your fingers inside me, fuck my tight, little pussy! Oh, please!” He pushes two fingers inside me, then a third, curling them against my g-spot, turning his hand and rubbing me all over inside. Oh, this is what I want, what I need from him, and he’s so amazing. He brings his head back down to suck my clit. I’m arching my back, screaming, grabbing the back of his head, tugging his hair. Finally my cum gushes out, canlı bahis siteleri right into his mouth, all over his fingers. He brings his fingers to my mouth, letting me taste my own juices. I see him getting harder as I suck on his fingers, swirling my tongue around, teasing him.

He pulls me off the bed, making me bend over again. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back, fucking me hard and fast. He pushes me down, pressing my legs together, squeezing them tight around his cock. “Oh my god, I’m gonna fill you with my cum baby!” Mmm, I feel his cock pulse, feel all that cum shooting inside me, filling my pussy. We lay there breathing heavily, him stroking my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoo up my spine, running his fingers over my ass and between my legs, feeling my wet throbbing pussy. He strokes me, up my back, across my shoulders, back down between my legs, over my pussy. He does this again and again, each time spending a little more time between my legs. Finally, he strokes my oversensitive clit hard and fast, making me orgasm over and over again. His fingers trail up my back and shoulders again, slowing my heart rate, calming me and bringing me back down to reality. He wraps himself around me as we drift off to sleep.

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One from the laminated list…

The ringing phone brought me out of my dreamless sleep. My brow creased as I reached to see who would call me so late. My eyes popped open when I read the Caller ID. It was the last person I expected to call me at one o’clock in the morning… if at all. “Hello?” I said uncertainly as I answered.

“Hey,” he whispered, almost breathlessly, but I could still see the smile on his face. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“No, you didn’t disturb me,” I murmured. “Shocked, surprised, bemused, maybe… but not disturbed.”

He chuckled. “Were you asleep?”

“Yeah,” I grunted as I scooted up into a sitting position. “But it’s OK. What’s up?”

He laughed. “One guess.”

I could hear a very real tremble in his teasing voice. My heart stopped as I realized what he was doing on the other end, and the true purpose of his phone call to me. I lit up like a roman candle as I responded, “Oh, really?”

Again he was breathless as he answered. “Uh huh.”

“You got a lot to offer a girl, Kenickie?”

Another laugh as he caught the movie reference. “So I guess that makes you Rizzo now?”

“Always,” I grinned. “She had the most fun.”

“Did you have a lot of fun in high school?”

“Scads. That’s why I ditched as much of it as possible without getting expelled.”

“So what did you do to fill up your time?” he asked.

I shrugged. “This and that. I had a friend and we got into our fair share of trouble with older guys.”

“Like what?” he prodded, and I could hear the urgency in his voice.

“Like I’m going to tell you.”

“Why not? Tell me a bedtime story,” he said so softly my nerve endings went right up in flames. “Then maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you one.”

“Promises, promises,” I stalled. “I already know how you work.”

“No, you don’t,” he murmured. “But you could.”

“I could, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed in a shaky voice. “Don’t think that I haven’t thought about you. Sometimes I’ve even dreamt about you.”

My eyes fluttered closed. “What did you dream about?” I asked breathlessly.

“Your lips around my cock,” he said softly, and I couldn’t help but moan as I recalled a vivid fantasy I had of doing that very thing. I could even remember the look on his face as he came, that primal grimace of domination as he watched me suck the cum from his body. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, authoritative voice. “Grab one of those big, gorgeous tits for me.”

My breath caught as I did what he instructed, palming the hardening peak of my right breast.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Did you ever notice that I hug you longer when you show some cleavage?”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “Why do you think I wear shirts that show it off?” I asked with a smile all my own.

He chuckled. “I wish I could be there with you right now,” he said, soft as a whisper. “I’d love to slip my hand up under your shirt and feel you fill my hand for the first time.”

I gasped as I imagined how that might feel. “I’d like that, too,” I admitted before I bit my lip.

“I’d tweak that nipple until you gasped out loud,” he promised, and I followed his scenario faithfully. He moaned when I gasped, and I could hear his hand working away on his cock in the background. “What would you do to me?”

“I’d kiss my way down your bare body while I stroked that big, hard shaft,” I murmured, making him moan as he pleasured himself. “I want to run my tongue all over that silky illegal bahis head, around in circles as I close my hot mouth around your cock.”

I was rewarded with his gasp. “Then I would snake my tongue around the shaft as I took you deeper and deeper into my throat.”

“God, yes,” he whispered.

“Your cock would jump when you’d hear me groan. You’d grab a fistful of my hair, commanding me with confidence as you’d guide me up and down, urging me to go faster, take it deeper.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “And you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d love it. I’d love to trace every throbbing inch of that beautiful cock. I’d stroke your shaft with my hand while I focused on that swollen, sensitive head with my mouth, my tongue bathing it, over it, around it… under it. Our eyes would lock as you watched me worship your cock.”

He gasped, and I could hear his movements speed up. “Touch yourself now. Between your legs.”

“Okay,” I said as my hand slipped under the covers and underneath my pajamas.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“So wet,” I answered.

“Rub yourself off, I want to hear you cum for me,” he commanded. “Imagine my tongue circling all around your delicious clit, flicking it back and forth before sucking it into my mouth.”

I cried out as I vigorously masturbated to the image in my head. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come,” I said as I felt my body tense up.

“Cum for me, cum hard,” he urged in between moans and gasps of his own. It was all I needed as I came loudly in his ear. “Tell me,” he insisted.

“I’m cumming,” I cried out.

“Slide two fingers inside now,” he commanded in a firmer voice. “Feel me as I penetrate you.” We both cried out as I did what he said. “Do you feel me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “God, yes.”

“You feel me fucking you?” he prodded.

“I feel you fucking me,” I answered dutifully. “I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” I added more honestly than I wanted to admit… but it was beyond me.

“Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You should have asked,” he said with a confident smirk I could hear. “Maybe if you had, you could have my cock inside your pussy right now instead of your fingers.”

I gasped. “Tease,” I whispered.

“Ask,” he commanded again.

“Will you please fuck me?” I said finally.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled before he hung up the phone. I sat bolt upright in the king-sized bed in the hotel room as I tried to figure out exactly what was happening. This was definitely uncharted territory, and certain forbidden. We were there to work, we were barely even friends… but here I was a heartbeat away from a fantasy fulfilled simply because of a late night sexy phone call. I held my breath and very faintly I could hear the door down the hall open and shut. Footfalls drew ever closer until finally there was a slight knock on the door.

I slid from bed and padded softly over to the door, to peer out the peep hole. I recognized his profile anywhere. There wasn’t a light on anywhere in my room when I opened the door. He stepped through and wrenched the door out of my hand before backing me up against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. One hand wound into my hair as he reached for a hot kiss, the first we would ever share. His mouth dwarfed mine and his snake-like tongue slipped between my slightly parted lips to swirl around my tongue. I could feel how hard he was as his body pinned me to the wall. I remembered he hadn’t come yet, so I knew illegal bahis siteleri he was still crazed to fuck.

And now, he was here… with me… with the one girl he knew couldn’t resist him.

His other hand slipped up under my pajama top to cup my full, heavy breast. He groaned into my mouth as he run his thumb over my hardened nipple, and I shuddered against him. He nearly growled as he kissed me harder, leaving me to swoon against him. He pulled away only to rip the top off of my body, and his lips caught my breast as it swayed free. He sucked the sensitive tip between two teeth, and I had to brace against him to avoid wilting to the floor. He reached back up to nuzzle my ear. “Tell me again.”

My eyes rolled back as he chewed delicately at my earlobe, before leaving a ring of fire along the inside of my ear, leaving me even more weak-kneed. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Again he gave a subtle growl as he pulled me over to the bed. He pushed me down on my back and stood over me with a triumphant grin on his face. Our eyes locked as he peeled off his own shirt, revealing his toned, glistening torso. His pants were already unzipped and his crazy hard erection peeked over the edge of his low-slung jeans. I easily pushed the tight denim over his hips, along with his underwear, until he was naked before me.

He wasn’t the only one now crazed to fuck. My palms itched to curve around his magnificent cock. I wanted to lick away that drop of pre-cum glistening on that swollen, purple head that throbbed the closer it got to my full, parted lips.

I swallowed him easily into my mouth without much ceremony. I was hungry for his cock and he knew it. I sucked it deep into the back of my throat, and he drew a sharp intake of breath as he struggled to stand on his feet. He watched as his dick disappeared into my mouth, fucking my face. I teased him every bit as much as I promised on the phone I would do, moaning against him until he grabbed handfuls of hair to stay upright. I would pause to jack him off with a firm, quick grip as I slapped the head of his cock onto my broad tongue, before it would curl and slither right back down toward the base as I sucked him off.

I was teasing him… and he was over it.

He pressed me back into the bed before peeling away my pajama bottoms. He kissed his way up my body as he spread my legs apart, trailing his hot mouth from my tattooed ankle to the sensitive pale flesh of my thigh, and finally closer and closer to my throbbing, wet pussy. I gripped the sheets with tight little balled fists as his hot breath danced across my sensitive flesh. I cried out as he flattened his tongue over my throbbing clit, aching once again to be satisfied. The minute he sucked it loudly into his mouth, I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I pushed him into my pussy.

I bucked against him as he knit two fingers together and slid them slowly into my quivering cunt. Color burst behind my eyelids as I arched my back, coming hard over his agile, quickening fingers. Before the last quiver could abate, he crawled up my body to fit himself between my thighs. He kissed me again, this time softer, and sweeter, and I could taste myself on his tongue, so I sucked slightly, making him groan deep in his throat. He rubbed the head of his cock against my throbbing clit. “Feel how much I want you?” he asked as he looked deep in my eyes. “So hard and ready, just for you. All you have to do is ask.”

“I want you,” I whimpered helplessly as he tormented me. “Fuck me.”

His canlı bahis siteleri eyes locked with mine as he drove himself inside me with such force it made me cry out.

“Like that?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak. Another powerful stroke, and then another, coming faster and faster as he rode me without apology or hesitation. I was lost in those dark brown eyes as he stared into my face, using my expressions of pleasure to guide his movement. He wore a triumphant smirk for every breathless gasp and every loud cry that escaped my lips. I tightened every muscle around him until he couldn’t help but cry out himself. He lifted my legs up by the knees, nearly bending me in half to reach that elusive, hidden spot within me. I was clawing at the sheets, thrashing underneath him. I needed to come bad.

He spun me onto my knees before he entered me from behind, bracing my hands pinned under his on the headboard. Another thrust, deeper this time. I screamed out loud, which made him clamp his mouth onto my shoulder to take a playful nip out of my skin before sucking it deep and hard until it almost hurt. I hadn’t had a hickey in more than twenty years, but he was determined to leave a mark. He slapped my ass as he fucked me, which only made me wilder for him.

His fingers tangled in my hair. “Tell me what you need, baby,” he breathed against my neck.

“I need you to fuck me like you mean it” I instructed, and he obeyed every command with forceful thrusts that teetered right on the brink of exquisite pain.

“Like that?” he asked, though he knew damn well what he was doing to me.

“Like that,” I breathed. “Take it. Take it all.”

His other hand released mine as it slid up my arms and down around my body. One hand captured my breast to tweak it, as the other disappeared in between my legs to finger me while he fucked me from behind. His touch was light and quick and I bucked wildly against him. His breath was in my ear. “I want to feel that tight pussy explode over my dick,” he commanded. I melted when he finally whispered my name… the ultimate aphrodisiac.

“Don’t stop,” I begged as I rocked against him, alternating between his magical fingers and is rock-hard cock.

“I’ll never stop fucking you,” he promised with each decisive thrust. “You’re mine now,” he told me between three powerful thrusts. I shuddered hard as each spasm overtook me. He sped up his movements to rocket me into another orgasm before he finally thrust up into me and climaxed himself with a loud cry. He held me stiff for a long, spasming moment, his hand yanking my hair so far back I was arching backwards against his chest. We panted for air before we both crumpled onto the bed.

He grinned as he swatted my fanny. “See what happens when you ask?”

I laughed and reached for a kiss. His hand swept through my hair as he pulled me closer, his tongue slipping easily between my lips as he teased me through a tender, exploratory kiss. As we pulled apart, I stared at his supple, swollen lips. “I’ve dreamed of kissing you for years,” I said softly.

His eyebrow arched as he pushed the curtain of my dark red hair from my face. “What’s the verdict?”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. I was met with another kiss, which was interrupted by another surprise late night phone call. He reached around my naked body to silence it before I could even look at the caller ID. With a deep, sexy smirk, he chucked the phone into an upholstered chair across the room.

“Tonight you’re mine,” he declared as he gathered me into his arms. “They can wait.”

I didn’t even argue. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close for another blazing kiss. We lay naked skin to skin. I had no idea where we were going, but it was a helluva good start.

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So there I was, jacking off as I watched Sara taking a shower in the next room. I loved the way her smooth, suppple skin glistened in the dimn light. And the way the steam from the hot water wreathed her curvy form was fantastical! She looked like a naughty water nymph magically transported to modern day New Hampshire.

Her lovely manicured hands caressed her silky flesh as she rubbed away the strain of the last few days. Her full round breasts undulated subtlely with every breath she took.

I watched in awe as she cupped them and squeezed, gently fingering the stiffening nipples and then tugging ever so slightly on the golden hoops that resided in the pink buds. The gold contrasted with the lightly tanned white skin. Her left hand continued to love her tits as the right skimned down over her flat soft belly and cupped her sweet pink pussy lips. She rubbed herself up and down softly. I had started to speed up the strokes of my hand up and down my cock when my sister began to touch herself. I consciously slowed myself down, to take the time and enjoy the show without popping too soon.

Her index finger slid up and down the now glistening outer lips of her smooth hairless cunny. Slowly and almost delicately, Sara slipped it inside herself.

“Uhhh…”

Her intake of air was soft, not quite a moan of pleasure. I watched the finger slip in past the second knuckle and then her left hand came down to join the play. She took two fingers and lifted the hood out of the way for her swollen clit to peep out. It was a bright pink and about the size of a pencil eraser. Sara used her thumb to stroke it in slow circles.

Her knees seemed to almost collapse at this and she did moan, loudly. I stopped stroking my dick as hot cords in my back, shoulders and thighs pulled tightly toward my crotch. I pinched two fingers just under the large head of my penis, trying to stop the liquide flow and have a mini-orgasm at the same time. I held off, barely.

Then Sara started to furiously thrust her finger in and out of her sweet pussy as the juices began to flow. Her thumb continued it’s wonderful assault and I could see the trembling in her thighs and soft belly. He full pink lips were open wide and her long pink tongue tasting them over and over again as if imagining she were licking a cockhead.

“Ohhh, God. Matt! Please let me suck you baby…” These words shocked the hell out of me, and caused the need to pinch my cock again. I gritted my teeth and strained not to blow my load all over my bedroom wall as the sperm seemed to rush to Sara’s call.

Heat filled my body and I almost sprained every muscle in my lower half. Colors flashed and a small bit of hot white spunk leaked out of my piss hole. He held very still and let out a long quiet sigh, trying not to alert my sister that I was watching her.

I was glad I didn’t as Sara lowerd herself slowly to her hands and knees and I was treated to a view of her dilectible ass. She reached her left hand back and stroked her full, silky smooth cheeks. I just held my cock, watching in awe, what happened next. Sara began to run her fingers up and down the crack of her luscious butt, using one fingertip to caress her pink star. She rubbed it a bit and then soaped up her fingers. She placed one long finger against her asshole and rubbed it in circles, pushing deeper with each revolution, until her middle finger popped through the tight ring of muscle.

“Oooohhhh…yeahhh…” Sara moaned and slid the slick finger further inside herself.

I used my right hand to smooth the precum and bit of semen all over the length of my hard cock. I cupped my balls with my left and began to gently pull on my pubic hairs.

Sara thrust her soapy ankara escort middle finger in and out of her butt, and used the fingers of her right hand to diddle her clittoris. The first finger was joined by another and she began to make slow and firm strokes, moving her wrist in circles and I could see that she had her fingers deep inside herself. While moving them in and out deeper and deeper, she would twist her wrist a bit, adding to the sensation. My sister was leaning the side of her hot face down on the bathtub rim and arching her hips to give greater access to that tightly stretched, spasaming bunghole. I spit on my dick and encircled myself.

As Sara finger fucked her own beautiful ass, I slowly ran my fist up and down building the pleasure, but not letting my orgasm come till my sister’s did. I knew how sick and twisted this situation was. I mean, this was my SISTER! I was spying on her and invading her privacy. I was doing something only adolecents were supposed to do and I was supposed to be an adult now. This was crazy and I knew I should stop.

But I didn’t stop. I kept pleasuring myself and watching Sara do the same. What happened next made me stop what I was doing and hold very still, as if afraid what I was seeing would dissappear if I moved. The shower door opened and my sisters friend Tara was standing there. I remembered how gorgeous her body was. The smooth tanned flesh with her dark, perky nipples on the ends of full warm breasts. And the pussy fur she had shaped into an arrow pointing right down to the center of attention. She smiled to see Sara masturbating and climbed in with her. Sara had not stopped what she was doing and did not stop now, as Tara carefully stepped in and knelt down beside her.

I could not believe my sisters stamina as she kept fucking her beautiful butt. I had experiemented a little bit with shoving things up my ass. Most of us do. I remembered the feeling of burning that friction can cause up there. And Sara had been steadily thrusting two fingesr in and out of he asshole for several minute now. At a fair pace to. Either she was into a bit of pain, or she was so deep into her fantasy of me that she didn’t notice.

Tara reached down and gently pulled her fingers out. She raised them to her own lips and licked and sucked them both clean. She put her arm around Sara and gently eased the two into a spoon. I could just see Tara’s hand caressing Sara’s tits.

“Hey girl. You know you never have to do this when I’m around, right?” Her words were soft, but I could make them out. Sara still had her eyes closed, and she nodded.

Tara kissed my sisters face sweetly and then licked around her lips before bringing their mouths together, Just before the two sets of full, soft lips met, I saw Sara’s open and her pink tongue enter the fray. They kissed passionately, their mouths opening and closing.

Feminin lips caressed and sucked upon one another as wet tongues tasted all over the inside of their mouths. Their eyes were closed and their heads turned to the side to give more leverage. I could hear contented sighs and moans of lust and love.At last they parted lips withg one last loving tongue suck. Tara smile at Sara. Sara’s eyes looked wet and red, even through the water on her face from the shower spray.

“I know that it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I love him so much. I always have. And no matter how hard I try to stop, it just gets worse.” Her voice sounded hoarse. Tara let out a heartfelt sigh and held Sara more tightly to her. I could feel that she truly loved my sister. I was glad of that. Sara was so wonderful and deserved love. Tara was a great girl. And her brother Greg was just a very nive guy. He had tried to be escort ankara friends with me right off the bat. The problem was, not only was the dude marrying my sister; but the girl I loved more than anything else in the world. Jealousy makes fools of us all…

Before you ask, no the guy who had been boffing the girls in Sara’s appartement eight months ago was not Tara’s brother Greg. That guy had been an old boyfriend. I would have killed the motherfucker if he’d been THAT guy. Back to the shower.

I stood there looking through the hole I’d drilled in my sisters and my wall when I was fourteen. Once again, I had my dick in my hand and she was naked. But this was no horny teen trying to explore the wonders of sex and hormones. This was an adult male and an adule female. And as Sara cried in Tara’s arms, I found my eyes tearing up too.

God help me, I loveed her so fucking much it hurt inside. No other woman could ever compare and I felt ruined for other women. Tara tilted Sara’s face up and pecked her on the forhead. She smiled reassuringly. “What about my brother honey? You two are getting married tomorrow. You need to be sure about it..”

Sara smiled tremulously. “Oh, sweetheart. I love Greg too. But you know what I mean. I can never love anyone like I love Matt. I feel like my heart is breaking every time I’m around him. And my body is on fire. I want him to touch me so bad…”

Tara covered her mouth with hers and reached one hand down to cover her pussy mound. I saw Tara crook a couple fingers into Sara’s hole and rub her clit with the palm of her hand. When Sara arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet the invading fingers, Tara stuck another finger up her well plunged ass. Sara moaned and gasped into her lovers mouth as Tara fucked her in both holes rapidly. My sisters hips were dancing and Tara gave no quarter. She plunged and wiggled and rubbed for all she was worth.

This was orgasm or death. Sara began to cry out but Tara muffled the screams with her own lips and tongue. Sara’s body shuddered and quaked. Tara fucked her an I watched her bring Sara to an earth shattering climax. Sara scream-squealed once, loudly and then relaxed into Tara’s embrace. Her tiuts heaved and the sounds of her panting and heaving breaths echoed in the shower stall. I was breathing right along with her.

After a few kisses and murmered endearments they stood up and turned off the shower. I saw them get out and close the door. I turned so that my sweaty back was to the wall and leaned there panting and thinking about what I just saw. More imprtantly, what I’d just heard…

Sara loved me as much as I had always loved her? How? Why? I had never gone out of my way to seduce her. I’d never been overly familiar, beyond the normal flirting that most brothers and sisters did. She had never let on that she felt anything other than sibling affection and tenderness. What the hell was wrong with us? We were sick. Perverts who wanted to not only have sex with each other, but fall in love.

I knew I was damned. I was a lost sould who didn’t want to be saved. This was my sweet sister and Goddamnit I wanted to stick my cock so far up her that my cum would shoot out of her mouth! I wanted to mark her as mine forever. I was sick…

But Sara? I knew she was kinky. She was into threesomes and was openly bisexual. She got tattoos and piercing in weird places. And she had been a drug addict and alchohalic.

I could nderstand that she had problems. But wanting her own brother? Wasn’t that a sin?

As I move over to the bed and stripped out of my dirty clothes, I could not help thinking about the things I’d witnessed. My erection never subsided and as I sat down on the soft ankara escort bayan bed in the nude, I spread my legs and took ahold of myself again. Images of Sara and Tara making love and of Sara masturbating ran through my mind as I stroked myself.

In the silence of my room I grittded my teeth.

“Sara…Sara…oh God sweet baby I love you so much!!!” The door burst open and there stood Tara as I let fly with enough spunk to fill a beer mug! I had been saying that out LOUD??? Oh shit! Was my last coherent thought. Spasming and jerking I came all over myself and just before I had a brownout I felt warm lips cover the head of my cock.

It must have been only a couple seconds before I was opening my eyes again. I looked around in confusion and then still felt the warmth and wetnes around my dick.

I lifted my head and looked down to see Tara nursing my dick like a lolly. By the small amount of jizz on me, I would guess she had goten there in time to take most of it into heer mouth and had licked the rest up. I stared at her a bit cross eyed. Some of it was confusion. Most was from the amazing cum. With a wet slurp, Tara let my cock fall from her cum covered lips. She smiled in a funny tight-lipped way. Were her cheeks bulging?

Standing, Tara grabbed my hand and pulled me up too. I did not have the energy to resist. She got me on my feet and then pulled me after her into the hall. I was completely without will or though. Luckily the three of us were the only ones in the house right then. Tara led my by the hand into Sara’s room.

My sister her gotten dressed in a loose summer dress that barely reached her knees. She was brushing her long blond hair when we walked in, both naked as jaybirds.

Her eyes widened and she just stared at us. Mostly at me I think. She said nothing.

Tara le go of my hand and walked over to my sister. She put her arms around her and drew her into a deep kiss. Sara stiffened for a moment as if surprise by something and then let out a long moan of pleasure, clasping Tara and positively raping her mouth.

The two girls kissed for long seconds and wet sloppy, nasty sounds emerged from their lips. Sara moaned and groaned and even whimpered. Tara let her head tilt back and opened her mouth wide as Sara plunged her tongue inside. It looked like she was licking her girlfriends back teeth! I stood there in stupification till they at last parted.

Tara backed away, shaking and Sara slid down the bed to sit on the floor with her legs splayed out in front of her. Tara walked trembling to the bed and sat down weakly.

Looking down I could see a dark wet stain spreading in Sara’s lap. She had cum from the kiss, it was plain to see. She sat there looking at me and then opened her moth to show me some of my own sperm on her tongue. She swirled her tongue in the cream and then swallowed. She just looked at me with dark eyes.

In the stories, the hero always knows what to do at this point. I was completely lost. Tara and my sister had just snowballed my load right in front of me. And Sara had had an orgasm from it without even being touched. I hit my knees on the ground when I lost all strength in my legs. I barely noticed the pain.

Sara was licking her lips and runing her tongue all around in side her mouth over and over, as if still tasting me. And loving it. He looked at her and eveything just hit me all at once. I am ashamed to say that at the age of eighteen, I started crying like a little baby right in front of my sister and her girlfriend. Sara rushed over to me and took me in her arms. I smelled her wonderful scent and leaned into her comforting warmth.

“Shhhh…It’s ok Matty. I love you baby, I love you so much. Everything will be fine. Please don’t cry. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” I looked at her and notice the tears running down her face. I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Sara we have really got to talk now.”

To be continued…

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It had been two long and lonely years after my divorce was finalized. Three, if you count the last sexless ugly year of my 8 year marriage to my ex-husband who abused me and left for a younger woman that I knew.

It was in my new neighborhood after my ugly divorce when I became what I despised. I was at a neighborhood barbecue and met many new people, some of whom were very attractive men and women. I was one of only two single women there. It was very casual and I was wearing a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and some wedge sandals showing off a little bit of my long legs and my new pedicure.

One of the women I knew from the neighborhood and her husband came over and we started just some small talk. I could not help but notice that her husband was continuously looking me up and down, as if giving me the once over during our entire conversation. I had caught him stealing glances at my legs and feet several more times throughout the day. This was a little awkward for me because I did not know if his wife was seeing the same thing or not. As it turned out, she was too busy talking to notice.

Honestly, it was very exciting and disturbing at the same time to me. Since my ex-husband left me, I had not felt very attractive in general and definitely did not think I would be the least bit attractive to this good looking, younger, and married man. However, I did not really care for his wife however, as she had one of those super annoying voices along with the fact that she was a good ten years younger than me, very pretty, and extremely fit and toned as well.

Her husband was extremely nice and had offered to help with anything around my house, since I was single and did not have a man around the house to help, which I thought was really thoughtful. We continued our eye contact throughout the day and even when we were talking to other people. There seemed to be this energy between us that wouldn’t go away. Just knowing that he was looking at me that way made me feel desirable in a way that I had not felt for years. I was actually getting very turned on by ankara escort the thought and my pussy grew wetter each time I caught him looking.

We ended up saying our goodbyes at the party and much to my surprise, just as his wife turned around to say her goodbyes to someone else, he gave me a quick stroke on the small of my back and a wink. This sent instant shivers down my back and to my pussy which was instantly wet again. As I walked home, I thought the touch may have been innocent and was a result of the alcohol in him acting up and a little overzealous but innocent flirting.

When I got home, I was still extremely turned on by the prospect of being attractive to him, as I had not been with anybody since my ex-husband. As soon as I got to my bedroom, I quickly took off my shorts and panties and started playing with my still wet pussy for an hour, just thinking about the slight possibility of fucking him. After my orgasm had subsided however, I felt horrible for masturbating to thoughts of fucking another woman’s husband. I remembered how stupid and worthless, I had felt when I found out about my ex husband’s cheating.

A few days later, I ran into him by himself at the grocery store after work. We started off with the small talk and again I noticed that he was checking me out from head to toe. The sexual tension between us was crazy as I knew for sure he was checking me out and I desperately wanted to find out his intentions.

As our conversation continued, he complimented me on my office attire. He used the words “sexy” and “amazing” when describing my appearance. He said that he would want his wife would dress more like me. I was shocked by this, since as I said, his wife was a good ten years younger and fitter than me and what I thought was much prettier as well.

I then asked him, is that why he was looking at me so much the other day at the party. He responded affirmatively, although a little shyly as well, but admitted to me that he couldn’t help himself but to look at my gorgeous legs and sexy feet along with the rest of me. escort ankara I was so flattered, that I felt myself blushing right there. My pussy grew wetter as well.

We continued talking and flirting at the supermarket. As we were about to check out, he again politely offered to help me with anything around the house, to which I took a rather bold step and said rather flirtatiously and suggestively, “Anything?”.

He then asked me if I had a problem with him being married. I told him that it was fine with me as long as we did not get caught. By that point I was so horny because I had been thinking about him non-stop since our meeting at the party, I did not really care about anything else, especially his annoying wife. I made plans with him to come over to my house later that night.

I was so nervous afterward, the thrill of doing something crazy like this, the thought of getting caught by his wife, and being naked in front of a new man. My pussy had been wet since seeing him at the grocery store and the anticipation just made it worse.

When he finally arrived at my door, he was wearing his jogging outfit and told me that was how he got out of the house from his wife. I was still in my office attire since he liked it so much, I decided to keep it on until he arrived, even though my pantyhose were completely soaked through by then. I was still very self-conscious about how my body looked so I asked him if he minded if I kept some of my clothes on during sex. He said, “Of course not”, and we immediately started touching one another and kissing. I then just got on my knees and started sucking his quite large cock, since according to my ex husband its the only thing that I did well. I really wanted to please him so I decided to suck him until he wanted something else because knowing that married men don’t often get this from their wives! I was still nervous about my performance with him since I had not been with another man since my ex husband, but he kept telling me how gorgeous I looked and how great my mouth felt to him. I was still getting hotter ankara escort bayan and wetter by the second and had to touch my soaking pussy through the wet material of my pantyhose.

Seeing me do this, he picked me up from the floor and pulled my skirt up to my waist and pulled my pantyhose down over my ass and started licking my pussy and asshole from behind. My body and especially my pussy never felt so good in my 43 years (my ex never went down on me because he said I had a ugly pussy). He continued to tell me how great I tasted and how hot my pussy looked to him for what seemed like an eternity. He then turned me over so we could kiss some more and started fucking my super wet pussy.

We ended up fucking for two hours straight that night and he finally had to go home to his wife. I told him that it was the best sex that I ever had and that anytime he wanted it from me all he had to do was come over or call me and I would meet him. He said that it was great for him as well. I then asked him if sex with me was as good as with his wife to which he said it was better. It was huge relief and a giant ego boost to me that I could please him as well.

Since the start of all this, we have maintained that our relationship is purely sexual, I do not want him to leave his wife for me, at least not yet because the sneaking around is so much fun. The fact that I could have him so easily from his very attractive wife gave me the much needed ego boost from my horrible ex and subsequent ugly divorce. Since we had this sex-only understanding, we are both completely uninhibited. I let him use me a his personal fuck toy and he can do anything he wants to me. I do not mind being used like this because it is mutual and he makes me feel terrific.

His wife and I are actually friends now and she suspects nothing on my part, because why would her husband want some old lady like me over her?

As a matter of fact, she was always asking me about how to keep her husband from straying (too late) since she knew about how my ex left me. She thinks that he might be cheating with someone he works with at his office.

Since our affair has progressed, I have even fucked him in their bed when she was out of town for work, while wearing lingerie that he bought for her, but that’s another story.

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C’mon in the kitchen baby, I made us some lunch. Before we get to that, though, I have some definite ideas on how we can make each other some appetizers. Take a seat on the kitchen chair, I’ll straddle you while I pull my shirt off over my head, slip off my bra, and present my hard nipples to your lips. My arms are around your neck and I am grinding against you as I thrill to the feel of your lips and your tongue.

Even through two pair of jeans, I can feel you getting hard as I wiggle and squirm and moan in your lap. Not yet wanting to break away from your mouth, I reach a hand in between us and rub and stroke you through your jeans. You nibble at me a little harder, making me gasp and jump, and I can’t wait any longer. I climb off your lap and get between your legs and fumble with your button and zipper, pulling at your waistband, you lift your ass off the chair so I can pull your clothes down. I leave your pants around your ankles because now I can get at your dick and I reach for you with hands and mouth.

I lick and lap you all over. I run the tip of my tongue around the ridge at the top then down the underside seam, then back up. My hand is gently fondling your balls. I take your head between my lips and suck while my tongue continues to rub against you. I look into your eyes and you can see my eyes smiling and maybe a smile at the corners of my full mouth. In and out I take you as deep as I can while one hand is on your shaft and the other kneading your testes.

You lean your head back, enjoying the feel of the moment. One hand is idly playing with the tip of my nipple as you feel the pressure build. As you reach your peak, you put your hands on my head and guide me to the speed and ankara escort depth of stroking that you crave, and then you begin to release.

I moan gently as you explode into my mouth. I savor your taste, swirling your jism around my mouth before I swallow. The taste and smell of you fills my senses. I knead your testes a little tighter and suck a little more to get every bit of what you have. I lean my head back and lick my lips as I swallow one more time, then I lick you all over one more time before standing up and looking for my shirt.

The two of us are a sight, me with no shirt, and you with no pants. Before I can find my clothes you take me by the hand and begin to remove my pants, then lay on your back and pull me to a position straddling your face (I just knew it was a good idea to wear heels today).

You give my outer lips a broad lick; your hands are each wrapped around an ankle. I moan at the feel of your hot mouth and your breath. I move my knees wider apart and my pussy is spread wide open before you, glistening with arousal. You tease me by licking slowly around the edges. I try to push into you, rocking against your mouth and your chin and your nose. You tell me to slow down and enjoy it, but I am so far gone, you decide to take a different tack.

You roll me over so I am lying on my back with legs spread wide before you. You look around for a cushion to put under me, and in the few seconds you are doing this; I have begun to play with both hands. You grin in amazement at what a horny girl you have gotten mixed up with, and then join me, slipping your thick finger inside me along with my two.

As we pound our fingers in and out, I pull back the skin around my escort ankara clit, exposing the bud to your lips. You run your tongue around my sensitive spot and I begin to lose my mind. Pushing our hands faster and faster, you feel my hips rising to meet the thrusts. You begin to really work my clit, flicking it with your tongue, and then sucking it gently, then harder as you feel me tensing up ready to come.

I begin to spasm; you can feel my walls contracting around your finger, as my hand urges the stroking to get faster and harder. I arch my back and push against your mouth, my free hand on the back of your head pushing you harder against me as I moan out load over and over. I am tingling all over as the feeling hits me in wave after wave. I thrash around a bit, and then begin to settle, coming down slowly, still breathing hard.

You remove your wet finger along with mine and I run my fingers in your hair as you work your way up my body, kisses here and there then you finally are kissing my lips. I close my eyes and put my arms around your neck and revel in the feel of your lips against mine, your body against mine.

Even in my post orgasmic haze, I notice you have gotten harder again, my eyes fly open and I look at you and grin. I push my hips up against you and rub, trying to get you in position. I begin to reach down to guide you and you take my wrists in your hands and pin my hands over my head. I spread my legs and wriggle and squirm as you tease me, rubbing your dick against my belly and thighs, everywhere but in my pussy where I want it so badly.

“Oh baby, please fuck me”, and you just look at me and smile and continue to torture me. You roll me over so I am on my stomach, ankara escort bayan and I pull my knees up under me and raise my ass high up in the air, presenting you with a dripping hungry pussy. “Please baby”, I whisper, my hips swaying in front of you. I reach back for your hard dick and run the end of you against my wet slit, up and down until you are getting as desperate as I am. You push into my wet lips and I push back against you. More and more you push in and out, a little deeper each time until you are pounding me full depth. This is it, this is the feeling, I wish it could last forever.

In and out, it’s so good it nearly brings tears to my eyes. I reach back with one hand and gently take hold of your sac and we push and pull, meeting the rhythm of each other. As I begin rubbing your balls, my wrist is pressing against my clit and I rub us both harder and faster as we climb. You are concentrating on holding back, you could come anytime but want to please me and make me come, so with an amazing amount of patience and self control you let your mind focus and hold steady. You lean forward and begin playing hard with my nipples, then whisper in my ear what a nasty sexy thing I am.

All the sensations together push me over the edge and I begin coming hard against you. You feel the spasm and rush as my movements become faster and more frenzied. I am moaning and sweating and panting and grinding against you. My hand on your balls begins to squeeze harder and with faster rhythm and you let yourself go. You are coming hard in me and I can sense it and feel it and it pushes me higher with you.

It seems to go on forever, this feeling of flying. I have blocked out the rest of the world except the feel of you against me. Coming down slowly, I stretch forward until I am lying flat on my belly, with you still against my back. You roll us part way over until we are on our sides and you wrap your arms around me and hold me close.

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