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Fictional Fantasies Ch. 07: Final

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Dear Reader – This is the final chapter of the ‘Fictional Fantasies’ series. Please read the previous chapters first, if you wish to fully appreciate this story.

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A short while later, Meg’s face appeared around his bedroom door. Jack was sitting on the edge of the four-poster bed, rotating two silver balls around in his hand.

‘I’m serious Jack,’ she began. ‘I’m not boycotting Luke’s wedding, even if it means I miss being here with you.’

‘Come in and shut the door,’ directed Jack. As Meg walked towards him, he stood up. ‘And I agree. As much as I want to enjoy our own special form of celebration right here,’ Jack said, inclining his head towards the bed, ‘this is Luke’s big day and I don’t want to miss it either.’

‘Good,’ she nodded, wondering what he had in mind. Jack held the balls up in his hand and Meg noticed that they were joined together. Meg raised an eyebrow.

‘Love eggs,’ he replied to her unanswered question. ‘Turn around and bend over.’

‘No way!’ she argued. ‘Not if they’re going to make me come in front of the entire wedding party.’

‘No, they won’t be that intense. They won’t make you orgasm. They’ll just make you feel nice,’ smiled Jack, momentarily sucking them into his mouth. He turned his finger in a circle, wordlessly instructing Meg to turn around, which she did.

‘Bend over,’ instructed Jack, ‘and open your legs slightly.’ Once Meg had done as she had been ordered, Jack folded Meg’s dress up over her back, pulled her knickers to one side and starting to insert the shiny, wet balls.

‘Oh fuck!’ she groaned as they slid slowly inside her.

‘Christ, you’re so wet,’ sighed Jack, his will power being strongly tested. Was he really able to leave this room without fucking the life out of Meg first? ‘You sweet, sweet thing.’

‘You think you’re the only one to be seriously turned on by kissing,’ sighed Meg, as the balls found their natural resting place.

‘One moment, I’m afraid I just can’t resist,’ said Jack as he dropped down onto his knees and ran his tongue the entire length of her wet lips, collecting her juices with the flat of his tongue. Meg’s knees literally buckled as she cried out and she fell against the bed. Jack then carefully replaced her knickers, stood up and re-arranged the hem of her dress.

‘Stand up slowly,’ he instructed. Meg did so, suddenly aware of an unusual fullness and friction inside her.

‘Oh!’ she gasped.

‘And now, let’s return to the party,’ smiled Jack expansively, holding out his hand to guide Meg back to the reception, assisting her every so often, when the balls move against each other and the sensation caused her to pause.

‘Are you wondering why I put them inside you?’ he murmured as they made their way back across the entrance hall.

‘Not really, no. I already know why.’ Jack raised his eyebrow questioningly, as though requesting an explanation.

‘It’s because you’re a sexually depraved individual who gets pleasure from teasing me to the depths of my despair,’ smiled Meg sweetly. Jack roared with laughter.

‘Guilty on both counts,’ he agreed. ‘But the main reason is that Luke and Beth leave their reception in…’ Jack glanced down at an understated but expensive-looking watch. ‘About three and a half hours. That means that we’ve got to wait that long until we can make love properly, for the first time.’ Meg felt her knees buckle, although she wasn’t sure if it was the thought of making love to Jack “properly” or the effect of the love eggs, or a combination of both.

‘But for the next three and a half hours,’ said Jack, looking directly into Meg’s eyes and causing her stomach to flutter. ‘I want the only thing on your mind to be a growing anticipation of the knowledge that I will be inside you very, very soon. Every movement you make, every dance we share, every footstep, every time you laugh, you’re going to feel vibrations inside of you and be reminded that for the remainder of tonight, you’re going to be completely filled, rigorously stretched and relentlessly devoured by me.’ Meg looked into Jack’s eyes as though hypnotised.

‘It is only an intense love for my brother,’ muttered Jack solemnly, a pained expression on his face, ‘that is preventing me from immediately dragging you back to my room, locking the door on the world and fucking you into the middle of next week. I am desperate for you.’ Meg swallowed, imagining the scenario.

‘And, to be honest,’ continued Jack. ‘I’m barely able to control myself. The way you make me feel is…dangerous, Meg.’ Taking a deep breath, she reached out for Jack’s hand.

‘We’d better give you something else to think about then,’ gasped Meg, leading Jack towards the dance floor as best she could with the love eggs rolling around inside of her. ‘Let’s dance.’

Meg was sure it wasn’t her imagination that Jack was taking great joy in flinging her around the dance floor, entirely aware of the effect such extreme movements had on her body as Alanya Yabancı Escort the balls rolled and vibrated deep within her. Just as Jack had planned, their presence ensured she was continuously turned on, desperately clenching herself around the balls but needing so much more. Her knickers felt drenched and each time she heard Jack’s voice or he gave her a hard, sexy stare, she could feel her situation get even worse. Since they’d returned from his room, Jack hadn’t tried to touch her or kiss her. In his own way, he was teasing Meg further, with the nearness of his delectable body, placing it just out of her reach.

Meg cheered loudly, along with the rest of the wedding guests, as they eventually waved a grinning Luke and Beth off on their honeymoon. Afterwards, looking around for Jack, she couldn’t see him anywhere. She decided to go to his room to see if he’d already headed up there; after all, she still had his spare room key. Meg slid the key into the door and entered the dark room. Fumbling for the light switch, which she failed to find. She called out his name as the door swung closed behind her.

‘Jack? Jack?’ He obviously wasn’t in residence.

Suddenly, from the darkness, Meg was slammed roughly against the door. Her wrists were grabbed and raised above her head as Jack’s demanding mouth clamped down over hers and he kissed her like a man possessed. It was shocking and thrilling in equal measure. Jack’s hips locked Meg into place against the door and she could feel his rock-hard erection straining inside his trousers, pushing against her stomach.

‘Tell me how much you need me,’ growled Jack as he clamped his teeth against Meg’s sensitive neck, causing her to squeal in shock. ‘Tell me!’ he ordered when she didn’t immediately answer.

‘I can’t put it into words,’ groaned Meg. ‘But right now, more than anything.’ Releasing his grip, Jack wrestled Meg’s clothes from her until she was standing in just her knickers and heels. He then slipped the tie from his neck, looped it deftly around Meg’s wrists, walked her over to the bed and tied her hands firmly to the bedpost. Turning on the bedside lamp, he stood back to admire his handiwork. Slowly and meticulously, his eyes never leaving Meg’s, Jack removed his cufflinks, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged the garment away from his delectable body.

‘You’re going to beg for me now, Meg. Loudly,’ explained Jack as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the bed, dropped to his knees, swiftly removed her sodden knickers and then pushed her thighs roughly apart. Meg stared at him in amazement; naked from the waist up, close to, his perfectly muscled torso and broad chest was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. The next thing Meg felt was Jack grappling for the cord of her love eggs. But instead of removing them from her body as she’d expected, he began to slowly play with them, twisting them within her. At the same time, his talented tongue desperately teased her swollen, velvety folds until Meg could do no more than scream in frustration.

‘Make me come!’ she demanded, pulling down desperately on her restraints. ‘Don’t do this to me again, Jack. Don’t mess me about. I need you to make me come.’

‘What’s it worth?’ he growled.

‘Anything. Anything you want,’ sobbed Meg.

‘You,’ he replied sucking one of her delicate inner lips into his mouth and making her cry out with longing.

‘What do you mean?’ she moaned eventually. Jack leaned forward to look Meg directly in the eyes.

‘I need you, Meg.’

‘You’ve got me,’ she groaned. ‘I’m right here.’

‘I need a damn sight more than that’ murmured Jack as he migrated back down her body, took Meg’s throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked gently whilst flicking his tongue against her delicate skin. Meg’s cries escalated until she finally reached a crescendo and climaxed hard against Jack’s face, clamping herself tightly around the love eggs that remained buried deep inside her. Without letting her rest, Jack drove her noisily to orgasm over and over again with a combination of his wicked tongue and curious, exploring fingers.

As a panting, shaking Meg was eventually allowed to descend from the heights of pleasure that she had been held at for so long, she replayed Jack’s words, trying to decipher their meaning. But before she’d had time to think properly, Meg found herself being flipped over. Still restrained by her wrists, she now lay stomach down on the bed, her knees dropped onto the floor, leaving her bottom entirely exposed. Jack sat down on the bed beside her.

‘Remember I said there would be payback for your actions on the dancefloor?’

‘Uh-huh,’ said Meg cautiously.

‘Well, here comes your punishment,’ replied Jack. Placing the pad of his thumb between the bed and Meg’s body, Jack’s other hand came swiftly down, spanking an exposed buttock. The impact slid her clit gently along the length of his thumb, as the vibrating balls jangled violently inside of her. Alanya Yaşlı Escort The triple combination made Meg gasp in surprise. As she lay face down on the bed waiting for his next touch, the anticipation inside her grew and grew. How long he made her wait she couldn’t say, but when his hand eventually met with her exposed skin again and rocked her body forwards again, she cried out with pleasure and desperate longing. Migrating his hand closer and closer to her pussy lips, Jack spanked her several more times before Meg desperately grappled upon an idea.

‘Submission payment,’ she croaked.

‘Sorry, what was that?’ asked Jack as he spanked her once again and then ever so slowly removed the love eggs from her body. Meg cried out, momentarily unable to remember her train of thought.

‘Submission payment,’ she voiced slightly louder.

‘Meaning?’ asked Jack in what sounded like a no-nonsense tone.

‘Meaning,’ continued Meg, gaining confidence. ‘You owe me a submission payment and I want to cash it in. Now.’ A long silence ensued. Meg felt very vulnerable; naked, bound, face down on the bed with her legs wide open, still panting from her last orgasm and making demands that she couldn’t possibly back up. Meg eventually lifted her head from the bed, looked behind her and spoke to Jack. ‘I’ve got to be able to get the upper hand now and again, haven’t I?’

‘If you want the upper hand, Meg, I’m not sure I’m your guy,’ said Jack, leaning closer to her, lifting one of her bent legs back onto the bed to give him easy access and sliding his unrelenting fingers into and over her desperate, dripping pussy. ‘You should probably walk away now,’ he said dropping his voice. ‘I play dirty, I fuck hard, I show very little mercy and I like to be in charge.’

‘But still,’ she cried out as her body recognised another oncoming climax.

‘Wouldn’t you rather make love to me,’ growled Jack, changing the position of his fingers so they simultaneously hit Meg’s G-spot and clit, in a way that he knew would deliver her next orgasm within seconds.

‘Yes,’ squeaked Meg. ‘I’d love to. Once you’ve paid your submission payment.’ Jack slowly removed his fingers just before Meg scaled the final rung of the ladder to her climax. She moaned in frustration; she’d been so very close, which of course he was entirely aware of. He had removed the stimulation at that very moment as punishment for her request.

‘Very well,’ he said slowly. ‘What is it you’d like me to do?’

‘I’d like you to release me,’ panted Meg, trying to gain control of her shaking limbs. ‘And then I’d like you to lie down and let me to tie you to the bed, after which I’ll give you further details.’

‘What are you planning to do to me?’ asked Jack quietly, gently unfastening Meg’s bindings and tenderly rubbing her wrists.

‘I’m not going to tell you?’

‘Why?’ asked Jack

‘What was it you said to me during our night at the hotel?’ asked Meg, carefully wrapping his tie, which had previously bound her wrists, around one of Jack’s and fastening it securely to the edge of the bed. ‘The thrill for somebody who controls every aspect of their life is the unexpected? Do you have anything I can use to tie down your other wrist?’ Jack nodded unwillingly and pointed down to a black leather bag on the floor.

‘You came prepared,’ smiled Meg, pulling out a number of restraints and blindfolds. She also noted a large box of condoms and an array of sex toys there too.

‘I planned to reveal my identity to you today. I was hopeful that we might be able to work things out and if we did, I wanted to be prepared,’ said Jack quietly as he watched Meg wrap a scarf around his other wrist.

‘I’m sure any one of the pretty women at the wedding reception would have been happy to join you up here if things didn’t work out,’ smiled Meg. ‘Particularly after you’d given your amazing speech.’

‘Not interested,’ replied Jack.

‘Some of them were very pretty,’ teased Meg.

‘I haven’t been keeping myself on ice for you since we first met, just to go and blow it all on some easy lay at my kid brother’s wedding!’ retorted Jack sharply.

‘Lay back,’ instructed Meg, desperately touched that he’d been saving himself for her but unsure how to put it into words. She pushed him gently on the chest and then tied off his second wrist to another vertical of the four-poster bed. ‘And we mustn’t forget this,’ she murmured, as she placed a blindfold across Jack’s eyes. ‘I don’t think you’d feel I’d done the job properly otherwise.’ Immediately, Jack automatically pulled down against his restraints and swung his head around to try and see, but to no avail.

‘How do you feel?’ asked Meg kindly, stroking her hand across his well-defined six-pack and revelling in the amazing feel of his fantastic body.

‘Unusually anxious,’ replied Jack truthfully.

‘You should feel anxious because I’ve just realised that this is your last submission payment,’ Alanya Yeni Escort smiled Meg. ‘And I’m not overly optimistic that I’ll ever get you into a position where you rack up any more. So, I should probably capitalise on my opportunity now.’

‘How do you mean?’ asked Jack sounding the most nervous Meg had ever heard.

‘My best chance of getting you to owe me more submission payments is whilst you’re tied up and at my will,’ she explained. Meg then ran a single finger along the underside of Jack’s trouser waistband and luxuriated in the reaction of his body to her touch. His stomach muscles clenched and Meg could see the outline of his solid erection twitching in response.

‘So, this might take some time. I wonder if I’ll make you wait a whole hour before I let you come, like you did to me,’ whispered Meg into Jack’s ear, as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly pulled them away from his twitching body. ‘I wonder if I’ll let you come at all?’

‘Meg,’ growled Jack, pulling down on his restraints once again. ‘Do you have any idea how dangerous the game you’re playing is?’

‘Until I untie you, it’s not dangerous at all,’ answered Meg grinning, gently stroking her hand over the outline of his massive cock through his black Calvin Klein trunks and swirling her thumb over the damp patch of pre-cum that lay against the throbbing head. ‘Until I untie you, I can do whatever I wish.’

‘Don’t think I’ll ever forget what you’re putting me through,’ said Jack quietly, clenching his fists. ‘You will pay for this until the end of time.’

‘I’d better make sure I make the most of it then, hadn’t I?’ said Meg cheekily, leaning over Jack and gently nibbling his ear lobe. The sigh he immediately exhaled forced her to smile. He had previously catalogued her body with extreme thoroughness and now it was her turn. Meg worked her way around Jack’s arms, hands, face, neck and torso, gently licking, nibbling, stroking and sucking. As time went on, Jack’s groans and sighs became more regular and his breathing increasingly laboured. Eventually, Meg paused over his abdomen, hair tickling his stomach. She then carefully travelled down his body, pulling his underwear off as she went. As Meg moved, her hair unintentionally floated down Jack’s body and across the head and shaft of his swollen, twitching cock. Meg smiled at the groan he made; it was that of a truly desperate man.

‘I’ve had a great idea!’ smiled Meg. ‘With the exception of talking, every time you make any noise from now until I release you, you owe me a submission payment.’

‘Now that’s completely out of order!’ exclaimed Jack.

‘What were they, Jack? The things that turn you on the most? Kissing? Receiving oral sex? And a sexual battle of wills?’ And with that, Meg straddled his naked form, taking care to lay her wet pussy at the base of his cock so it wouldn’t offer him any stimulation. Leaning forward, Meg began to tease his mouth with hers. Jack’s neck strained as he tried to lift his head off the bed and meet her. Meg held him back, resulting in Jack groaning loudly in frustration as he dropped his head back against the pillow.

‘First submission,’ murmured Meg.

‘No,’ replied Jack.

‘Yes,’ countered Meg, running her tongue along his top lip and slipping her tongue inside his mouth. Jack responded energetically, desperately clinging on to their kiss until Meg slowly pulled away. Leaning over his superb body, she kissed a path along his cheek, down his throat, over his chest and down his torso, settling her mouth beside his impressive cock. Licking her lips in anticipation, she ran her tongue along his wet slit and then snagged her way around the swollen head. Jack’s hips jerked forwards as he simultaneously pulled down on his restraints and cried out.

‘Second submission,’ grinned Meg, using her hand to firmly grasp the shaft of his cock in the exact way he had previously described and commencing a smooth, regular rhythm.

‘I object,’ groaned Jack at length.

‘Overruled,’ she replied, covering the head of his cock with her mouth and swirling her tongue in a continuous circle. Each time Jack groaned, Meg smiled to herself, thinking how many payments he was building up, but didn’t once stop giving him the pleasure he deserved.

‘I’ve never been anywhere close to coming from oral sex before,’ groaned Jack eventually. ‘But, Oh God!’ he stuttered. ‘I don’t believe it! I think I’m going to come.’ Meg felt a corresponding subtle change in the shape of his rock-hard cock and so immediately ceased the stimulation.

‘Nooooooo!’ he cried.

‘You’re not going to come, Jack, at least not yet,’ she replied, gently stroking his balls. ‘By the way, you’re on thirty-seven submissions, just for the record.’

‘I don’t care,’ he shuddered. ‘Make it a thousand if you like. Just please keep doing what you were doing.’

‘A thousand it is,’ grinned Meg as she dipped her head back down onto him, taking as much as she could and sunk back into her rhythm for a short while, before removing her mouth once more. Jack cried out with intense frustration once again.

‘I’m sure that’s not how it works,’ grinned Meg. ‘I’m sure you prevented me from coming for an unfairly long time.’

‘But I let you come in the end,’ groaned Jack. ‘Please, Meg. Please.’

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My Sister-In-Law and Me

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My wife and I have been married for over 25 years now, not saying it’s always been easy, but we have survived it! She has three younger sisters and has always felt like she was the second mother to them. Over the years we’ve all been close, but nine years ago the second from the youngest and I got really “close”! It could have been the end of a marriage if things hadn’t gotten controlled.

She was in the middle of her second marriage, both of which I found out had been physically and mentally abusive. I stopped by her house one day during the week to check on her and she told me several things about what had been going on in her life. I was walking to the door and turned to give her a good- bye hug when she turned her face to me and kissed me deeply-open mouthed and lots of tongue! I was surprised, but had honestly always been attracted to her and returned the kiss. We groped each other for a few minutes, but I managed to leave before things progressed any further.

She was 32 at the time, still firm and shaped like a teenager, she seemed to always have a nice dark sun tan and always acted younger than her years. Let me describe her in a little more detail. She is 5’2″, brown eyes, sun streaked hair, about 105 pounds. She was wearing a 34B bra and size 4 panties at the time, all packaged very nicely! I should know about the sizes, I’m part of the reason that Victoria’s Secret has done so well!

She started to visit me at my office almost everyday, I’m the only person in the office and soon things got more intense! We started to make out like kids in an car, both holding back because of our family relationship, but both knowing what was eventually going to happen! We were having trouble

When the moment came that Alanya Ukraynalı Escort we decided to meet at a motel, we both knew that the line was about to be crossed! I got there first, rented the room and had drinks ready when she arrived. We drank and talked, while we lay beside each other on the bed, the TV was on a music channel, and soon we were kissing again and rubbing all over each other! When I took her shirt off and saw the lacy blue bra and those sweet tan boobs I knew there would be no stopping tonight!

I popped the front catch on the bra (I love those things!) and I heard her moan, not saying anything, more like she was waiting for the what would happen next! They were so firm, with dark tan lines from her bikini top. The hard pink nipples sat proudly on top, begging to be sucked! I leaned in and kissed the left one and give it a long gentle suck. “It’s been so long since anyone did that!”, she moaned.

My answer was, “He’s a damn fool, Baby!” I promise they were both wet and swollen when I stopped. I slowly kissed my way down her belly to the button on her jeans. I looked her in the eye as I unbuttoned and then unzipped the tight jeans. She lifted her ass off the bed as I slowly peeled them down, then dropping back down and raising her legs to let me get the jeans off and that much closer to my ultimate goal. I could see the wet spot on the lace panties I knew that she wanted this a badly as I did! I leaned in a kissed the lace covered little mound and could taste her thru the panties.

I stood up and shed my clothes quickly, and moved between her legs. I pulled the panties down her sexy thighs—there were those sexy tan lines again! It seemed that all of her sexy parts were Alanya Üniversiteli Escort on display against the dark tan that covered the rest of her well toned little body! I saw her staring at my hard cock, she had rubbed it thru my clothes, but had never seen it. I’m usually about seven and a half inches and thicker than most, but tonight it felt like ten inches and as thick as a Coke can! I think I was the hardest as I’ve ever been!

I leaned down and kissed the top of her little pussy and slowly let my tongue slide down to her wet little box! She was writhing back and forth, it didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm that night!

After she had calmed down I rolled over beside her and she moved close and hugged me as we kissed. She could taste herself on my lips. She said, “That was fantastic, now it’s your turn!”

She moved down my chest, slowly kissing and lightly biting me. When she took my cock in her small hand I thought I was going to explode! She jacked it as she kissed and licked the swollen red head. When she took it in her mouth I could hardly breathe, my sexy sister-in law was sucking my cock! I managed to hold back for a few minutes, but when she stopped and looked me in the eye and said, “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Let it go!” I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

She took me back into her hot, wet mouth and slowly sank all the way down to the base. She kept moving slowly up and down, just like a slow, deep gentle fuck. I could hardly believe that after all these years that my sexy little sister-in-law that I had fantasized about so many times was about suck me off!

When I started to shoot my load, she went as deep Alanya Vip Escort as she could and just held there-letting my balls unload fully. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed every drop! When she slowly sucked her way back to the top I was still as hard as steel and covered only in her saliva!

She was still stroking it with her hand when she said, “You’re so much bigger than Chad or Jason, I want to be on top. I’m still pretty tight, you know both of my kids were caesarean birth.”

She straddled me and rubbed my hard cock back and forth in her wet little slit and when it hit the opening she slowly eased it inside. She stopped after she had about 3 inches and I couldn’t believe how tight and warm her clenching little box felt. I watched her start to slowly rock back and forth and slowly ease down onto my length. I reached up and took a tit in each hand and massaged them, gently pinching the hard nipples. It took about 5 minutes for her to settle all the way down onto my cock and when she had it all she leaned down and kissed me.

When she sat back up she started a slow rocking motion, I couldn’t imagine anything feeling that hot and tight as she slowly rocked herself thru 2 orgasms, never pulling up off me at all, just clenching and rocking that sweet pussy on my hard cock!

Now she started to hump up and down—that’s what I needed! I had a hand on each hip, helping her up and down my swollen cock. She’s so wet and tight it doesn’t take me long to fill her with my second load of the night. After she feels the last pulse of my cock she leans forward and lays on my chest, the cum slowly running out and dripping down my balls to the sheet. We were both breathing slowly and deeply as she lay there, my cock buried deep inside her tight little body.

The thoughts were racing through my mind about what had transpired between us, knowing things would never be the same again. We both love each other, but in how many different ways?

I have some more stories like this one. If comments are good I’ll submit them.

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My Sister, My Lover – Week 02

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This is a continuation of the story started in My Sister, My Lover (week 1). It is recommended that you read that chapter first….

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The weekend was over. Not much had happened — our parents had been home for most of it and so I had no real opportunity to speak to Mary. Her attitude to me was perfectly normal — friendly and engaging when we were all together. But I was determined to speak to her at the earliest opportunity — I had to get this resolved. I had to know why she could egg me on at one moment and then blank me the next.

I had to work most of Monday but on the Tuesday morning things were back to normal — our parents were both at work and I was in the lounge, watching some daytime TV. I was due to work at the supermarket later in the afternoon and evening so was just taking things easy.

The door opened and Mary came into the room. She was wearing her dressing gown — but there was nothing unusual in this as it was only mid-morning and she always grabbed a lie-in whenever she could. But I recognised that this was my opportunity…

I turned to her. “Mary” I said. “We need to talk about what happened last week and….” My words stumbled to a halt. She stood in the doorway and I could see quite clearly she was holding her dressing gown so that her right breast was clearly visible through a fold in the front of her gown.

I looked at her breast and felt my tongue lick across my lips. I saw her small hard nipple growing a deeper pink as I stared. I felt my cock make a major upward surge in my jeans. I was excited — but confused. Was she aware? Surely she had to be? Surely this was not an accident?

“Mar-r-r-y” I stammered. “Did you know….?” I nodded towards her breast. She looked down and then back up directly at me. “Oh, sorry about that” she said, pulling her dressing gown closed. And she turned and walked out. But I had clearly seen a smile on her lips as she did so.

I delayed a moment or two and then got up and followed her — loosening my belt and zip on my jeans so that I could grab hold of my already fully engorged cock. At the open door to her bedroom I stopped and peered inside and gasped. She had dropped her dressing gown to the floor and was totally naked. She was laying back on her bed with one knee bent up, allowing me a clear view of her pussy lips slightly hidden by her soft bush of pubic hair. I shucked out of my jeans and boxers and walked into her bedroom. I stood there just inside the door wearing just my t-shirt and socks! My hand was rubbing up and down the length of my cock as I stared at her plump body and big hips — my breathing was coming in short gasps as my heart hammered away in my chest.

Shuffling forward to stand by her bed I slowly reached out my hand and gently massaged her left breast. I felt her grab her breath as my fingers brushed over her nipple. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back as I continued to knead the soft meat of her breast — splaying my fingers and squeezing and releasing the warm soft flesh. I got to my knees and leant forward to run my tongue over her nipple. She gasped out loud and her hand came up to press my head against her chest.

My spare hand ran down over her stomach and between her parted thighs. Her bush of hair felt soft and there were beads of dampness forming on the ends as her pussy started to leak juices. Continuing to massage her breast with on hand I moved my head to follow down over her stomach and to the top of her thighs. I could smell the sweet aroma being released from her pussy and see her pussy lips starting to part in expectation; the sheer bombardment of my senses causing my cock to grow so hard and to throb almost painfully.

I felt her hand reach down beneath my chest to find my engorged cock. She grasped it in her fingers and rubbed them over the bulbous head, smearing my pre-cum over my cock and across her fingers.

I slipped my fingers over her pussy lips, rubbing over her clitty as it peeped from between its sheath at the top of her labia. She gasped out loud and parted her legs even wider. “Yes. That’s sooooo good” she exclaimed. My breath was coming in short gasps, my heart was thumping so hard within my chest and my mouth was dry.

“Mmm …. mmmm” I mumbled as I kissed over her thighs and pushed my head between her legs, rasping my tongue over her pouting pussy lips. I felt her tense and then she relaxed again — bending her knees to open her legs even wider if that was possible. My probing tongue slipped between her wet pussy lips and into her cunt. My nose was pressed hard against her groin and I could feel the nub of her clit rubbing against it. Her pussy was leaking juices and the slow rotating of her hips was smearing them all over my face.

Mary released my cock and I felt a twinge of regret. With both hands she started pulling at my head, moving it away from her exposed pussy and pulling me up. I looked at her quizzically, thinking she wanted to stop. “Mary” Alanya Sarışın Escort I gasped, “what do you want…..” She kept pulling my head and I moved with it up her body until I was half laying across her — with my knees still on the floor. She had her eyes tightly shut but was pushing at my hip and I stood and moved over her. She then reached down and I watched amazed as she held open her pussy lips. Holding my breath, I moved myself to the bottom of the bed and stood between her legs.

I didn’t want to get this wrong but I thought I knew what she wanted me to do. Kneeling on the bed I positioned myself so that my raging hard-on was pointing at the entrance to her sopping wet cunt. Propping myself up on one hand, I used the other to push the head of my cock down and to rub it gently over her pussy lips. “Oh yes!!” she grunted “Yes, put it inside me”.

Not hesitating I leant forward a little and the head of my cock slid into her love tube. As she felt it pierce her she whimpered a little and then bucked her hips so that she forced my cock deep inside her. “Oooooh” I heard myself say, and I heard an echo from Mary as she welcomed me into her.

I started to pump, propping myself up on my two hands and watching her face. She still kept her eyes closed but I could tell she was enjoying what we were doing. I had no idea if she used contraception, so I concentrated very hard on controlling myself. I would have to pull out, but I didn’t want to do so until I had made her come first. I really did not want to ruin this — I had fantasised over this for so long and I did not want it to be a bad experience for Mary. In truth, I wanted her to enjoy it so that she would want more.

I heard myself murmuring words of encouragement and endearment. “Oh Mary, that’s so good; I want you to come over my cock; I love the feel of your pussy around my cock”. Just random phrases over and over. Her breath was growing shorter and shorter and her hips were bucking forward harder and harder, sucking my cock deeper into her with each thrust. I could just hear that Mary herself was whispering “Yes, yes, oh, oh, that’s so good, yes, yes” over and over.

Suddenly she went rigid, rammed her hips up so that my cock sunk right to the hilt into her sopping wet pussy and I could feel her love tube spasming around my rigid shaft. I could tell she had started to come — her face was screwed tight, her breath was panting in and out of her chest and a bright red flush spread across her breasts. “Yes, yes, yeeeees!” she cried. I was biting my bottom lip very hard to stop the pressure she was exerting on my cock forcing me over the edge.

I stayed as still as I could whilst she came slowly down from her orgasm. Her heaving chest subsided and her breath grew more regular. Slowly I started to pump my cock gently into her pussy, hearing my balls slapping against her rump and my cock squishing against her lips. “Mmmmmm, nice” I heard her say and she bucked her hips suddenly. My cock pierced deep into her and suddenly I could feel my jism start its run up my shaft. Rapidly pulling backwards my cock plopped out and I grabbed it — frisking it quickly as it shot a huge jet of spunk up and over her belly. “Aaaargh” I exclaimed as I came in a series of short, powerful spurts of hot white come.

As I continued to spray my sperm over her belly I looked up at Mary’s face. Her eyes were open now and she was watching me — she had a slight smile on her lips and a look of contentment in her eyes. I lowered my body slightly — feeling the wet, sticky sperm as it smeared across her belly and mine. I dipped my head so that I could suckle onto one of her nipples. Her hand came up behind my head and I felt her stroking my hair gently.

Gently I rolled off her and lay down beside her — my groin rubbing tight up against her thigh as she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling. “Mary — that was great” I said. “You are so sexy and so gorgeous”. She squeezed her hand tight on the back of my head and, as I looked, I saw a tear drip from her eye.

“What’s up?” I said. “Mary, tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you have been so distant this past year and even more so this past week. Why have you encouraged me and then blanked me?”

“Oh Adam” she said. “You know! Just be honest — you just want to have your fun with me. You’re just like all the others — you will pretend to like me and want me but once you’ve done what you want you will just ignore me and embarrass me. That’s what all you boys do, isn’t it?”

I was puzzled — unsure what she was talking about. I encouraged her to talk and we spent an hour with me just listening as she poured out her woes. It seemed that she tried hard to fit in with the ‘in crowd’ at school — the cute girls and good looking boys. She wanted to be popular — don’t we all? — and she saw this group as those that all the students wanted to be like. At first she was welcomed with open arms — the girls seemed to befriend Alanya Şişman Escort her and the boys appeared to be attracted to her. But it turned out to be a sham and that they used her as an object of fun on the part of the girls and as an object of quick sexual gratification on the part of the boys — it seems this is how they treated all the wannabees.

And so the girls had encouraged Mary to date various boys who they said ‘really fancied her’ and each time the boy in question had got her to do a range of things that she really felt uncomfortable with but felt she had to in order to be accepted. Sometimes she would resist only to be persuaded that ‘everyone did it’ and she would have to if she wanted to fit in. But after their date the boy would suddenly start to ignore her and clearly shared their stories about what they had done with the rest of the group. The girls would then start to tease he and tell her she needed to go further and do more if she wanted to stay in the group.

This cycle went on for some months and then suddenly the group started to cold shoulder her. The boys had all had their turn and were turning their attention to other new wannabees and the girls were now calling her a slut, mocking her big boobs and plump body and were clearly laughing at her behind her back.

Embarrassed and deeply hurt she withdrew. After that she kept herself to herself and did not go out with any boys — surely they were all the same! But she still had needs and was excited when she knew I was sneaking a look at her regularly whenever I could. But she didn’t want to go there — and when she relented last week she felt angry and expected me to treat her the way those other guys had. And besides — I was her brother which made it even more nasty!!

“You know” she said, “even though I hated what they made me do and the way they treated me, deep down I know I enjoyed it. I loved being treated badly, like a sex object. And that made me feel even worse. It made me feel dirty and disgusting and maybe they were right after all. Maybe I am just a slut and if I am then why do I enjoy it? And then when I was feeling excited, when I knew you were looking at me, that made me feel even dirtier — was I some kind of freak? Getting turned on at the thought of my brother watching me?”

For me it all made sense — it explained why Mary had been growing more distant over the past year and also why she seemed eager and then confused at what we had done in the past week or so. “Mary you are not dirty or a freak” I said. “The way they treated you was bad and I would never be like that. But it’s good to enjoy sex and to have your own fantasies and desires. You are my sister and I will never intentionally hurt you — but I do really find you sexy and exciting. I am so glad we have done what we have and I do hope you will want to do more.”

I was treading carefully — God did I ever want to fuck her again and again. Jeez after this first time I just wanted to spend my time fucking Mary’s brains out! But through some sixth sense I knew if I got this wrong she would just clam up again. I desperately wanted her to keep on wanting sex with me and so I had to make her trust me and to believe there was nothing seriously wrong in it. And besides, it WAS true — I did care very much for her, I would not want to cause her hurt and I was seriously attracted to her; to her plump body, her large breasts and her very cuddly arse.

I was gently stroking my hand over her stomach, not even aware that I was rubbing my still sticky sperm into her skin. She sighed gently and I took that as a sign of encouragement. I nuzzled my head onto her chest and slowly licked my tongue over the firm flesh of her breast and across her nipple. I heard her gasp a little and felt even more emboldened. Slowly and carefully I sucked her fleshy boob into my mouth and gently sucked on her nipple. I started to grind my groin slowly across her thigh and could feel my cock immediately start to engorge again. Her hand came up behind my head and she pulled me harder against her breast — encouraging me to keep on sucking.

She was moaning quietly and I felt her start to move her leg slightly, rubbing across my now fully erect cock. I reached over with my hand and rubbed it across her pubic hair and dipped my fingers between her legs and into the already soaking lips of her pussy. Her legs parted and I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, instantly sliding deep inside her right up to my knuckles. She gasped as I pulled my fingers out almost all the way and then slid them back again to full depth. I could feel her pussy juices leaking out of her hot cunt and smearing across my fingers and the palm of my hand. She started jerking her hips up and down, fucking herself on my fingers as I pushed them in and out.

I was by now sucking her large tit so hard into my mouth it was almost smothering me, the surplus flesh mashing around my nose and over my face. My tongue was thrashing Alanya Sınırsız Escort over her nipple and every so often I would suck it between my teeth and give it a little bite. Mary was groaning in pleasure and her hips were thrashing under the ministrations of my hand and fingers.

I levered myself up and knelt between her legs, slowly pulling my fingers out of her soaking pussy to an audible plop! Holding myself up on my arms I watched as she reached between us and grabbed my cock. It felt delicious. “Mmmm…” I murmured. She pulled my throbbing purple head towards her gaping pussy and I slowly pushed forwards until I filled the entrance to her sticky wet love tube. “Yes..” she said, “yes, fuck me again.” Not hesitating I pushed forward again and felt myself slide effortlessly inside her until I bottomed out and she was fully impaled on me.

She reached round and I felt her grab my arse cheeks, pulling me hard into her and then relaxing as I pulled out. She was urging me to go faster and pulling me in deeper, I could feel her pussy milking my cock as I fucked her. “Yes, yes, oh God…” I exclaimed, feeling my jism start to gather at the base of my shaft. The sensations she was giving me were so fantastic I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. She was gasping and grunting loudly in time with my thrusts, “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh yes use me like the slut I am…” she was saying.

The pressure in my shaft was growing and growing and I knew I was going to come soon. I was pumping away and could feel her orgasm start to build up within her — her pussy was milking me, her hands were pulling on my arse cheeks faster and faster and her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. She kept murmuring away urging me to fuck her harder. God it was so good but although I wanted it to last forever I knew I was going to come. I started to pull out but Mary’s hands on my arse pulled me in and her legs clamped around my thighs. “No, stay in” she said, “Come in me — it’s ok I am on the pill. I want you to come inside me — yes please fuck me, fuck meeee….”

She suddenly bucked her hips upwards as she started to come, her juices flooding her pussy and leaking out beneath my shaft and running down over my balls. “Aaaargh, yeeees” she cried and the sensation of her orgasm and the excitement of her cries drove me right over the edge and I shot out a massive rope of spunk deep inside her — my flood mixing with her own flood to make a warm sticky mess that started to squeeze out from her as I continued to pump my seed into her.

I collapsed onto her and fought to get my breath back. “Fantastic” I panted, “that was just so fantastic. Mary, oh God you are so sexy and so exciting.” Slowly our breathing returned to normal and I rolled off her and we both lay on our backs as we recovered. Still laying there she said quietly “Adam, I know it’s wrong but I love you having sex with me. I love it when you watch me and I love it to know I am turning you on. It makes me a dirty slut but I do love being a slut. But what I really hated was the way those boys ignored me and laughed at me as soon as they got to do what they wanted. Are you going to be the same as them? I couldn’t stand it if you were so please be honest with me now.”

I was silent for a few minutes as I collected my thoughts. Then I said “Mary, I promise you I will not ignore you, tease you or laugh at you. I swear it. I have always found you sexy. I love your body — your breasts and your butt. I love watching you secretly, I love wanking myself as I think of you and I have loved what we have done these last few days. I want to have more sex with you as often as we can. I want to do all of those things that you did with those other guys — but for me you will be doing it because you want to not because you feel forced to. Let’s make our last summer break the best summer break ever…”

“Oh Adam” she said. “I want to do those things so much. I want to do this and more — as much as we can. But I am still not ready – you cannot just grab me when you want; I have to want it too. So please be patient; wait for me to let you know. Is that ok?”

“Yes of course” I said. Although to be honest I was a little disappointed. I had been hoping for days of unrestricted and debauched sex and it now seemed that was not going to happen in the way I imagined. But, I rationalised, what we had already done had been fantastic and I would agree to anything to get more of it. “I will wait for you to let me know — but I will still think of you when I am alone and will wank myself off, and I hope I can still peep in at your door occasionally just to get some excitement.”

And so that is what we agreed. I would not make a move to touch her in any way unless she indicated that was what she wanted. In the meantime, I would watch her whenever I could and beat off my meat as often as I liked. Far better than I could have hoped for only a week ago but maybe not as much as my rampant hormones wanted.

I checked Mary’s bedside clock and realised I had to move if I wanted to be at work on time. I leant over and gave each of her nipples a quick slurp with my tongue and left her. I needed to shower and get off to work as quickly as possible. But my mind was racing, my soul felt uplifted and boy, did my esteem feel sky high.

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Mimi had Sunday to herself, a precious day free from meetings and sales pitches to do everything she usually missed in the week. She had planned to draw and read and catch up on all of the TV she had missed but found that Sven had beaten her to it. He was still in the t-shirt and boxers he’d slept in sprawled across the sofa and smiled at her as she came out of the bedroom, sat up.

“Morning.” He smiled. “I thought I’d let you sleep. You seemed tired last night.”

Mimi nodded. “I was. Better for it, though.” She nodded to his mug, “Any more coffee going?”

“There’s some in the ma- oh.” He looked up at her, paused the television, realised she had asked him on purpose so that he’d get it for her. There was, after all, always coffee in the machine. “I’ll get you some.”

Mimi smiled, settled into the sofa, grinning. “Thank you.” She watched him pull a mug out of the cupboard, fuss about in the kitchen. On screen, some kind of high intensity stake out was happening.

“What is this?” Mimi asked, “Another of your crime serials?”

“It’s good.” Sven planted the mug on the table. “It’s been on about half an hour, there’s some pretty big names in it. The detective’s daughter gets caught up with drug dealers and then they kidnap her and his partner.” He explained, yawning. “That’s as far as I’ve got.”

“Okay then.” Mimi nodded thoughtfully, blew on the steam and settled down to watch.

The action restarted and an actor whose name Mimi had forgotten dashed across the screen, pistol raised. He proceeded to shoot the lock off an office door. Behind it was a bloodied and half clothed Jake O’Mara, a well-known TV actor who appeared frequently in the tabloids usually attached to his older, more successful wife, a news presenter on Channel 4.

“Hot damn, Jakey.” Mimi grinned. “I like this show already.”

“Knew you would.” Sven laughed. “You missed this hot as hell interrogation scene earlier.”

Mimi pouted, pulled an expression filled with mock disappointment. “I did?”

Sven nodded, sipped. “The gangster’s wife kept threatening to burn his chest with a lit cigarette.”

“Oh really?”

Sven nodded, looked at her with narrow, wolfish eyes. “She had this low cut dress on.”

“Sounds like you liked it.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Mimi watched him colour slightly. “Oh.” She hesitated, waited just long enough so he blushed a little more, looked down at her. “You really liked it.”

Sven nodded, affecting nonchalance, “Yeah. I suppose.”

“Heh.” Mimi planted her cup on the table. “Good to know.” She said. “Good to know.”

* * *

She didn’t raise it again until later, when Sven wondered out of the bathroom in a towel, his hair still wet from the shower. Mimi was only half focused on the copy of Artists and Illustrators Monthly she was reading.

“Hmm.” She looked up, watched him dry off. “If only I had a chair and a pack of cigarettes right now.”

Sven laughed, a low noise that came straight from his gut, all nerves and pure delight. “I have never been so glad and so disappointed you quit.” He teased.

Mimi nodded, “Me too, though with your chest hair perhaps not. You’d go up like a Christmas tree in February.”

“And I’m tired.” He said, lay out on the bed, one arm jammed under the pillow.

“You are?” Mimi rubbed his arm and settled down next to him, let the magazine fall to the floor. “Sleep well, then.” She kissed him and reached over to turn the lamp off.

“Hey.” He pulled her down, the room sinking into darkness, streaked with shadows. “I’m not that tired. I was hoping for at least a little something before bed.” Sven nuzzled her neck, planted a kiss against the triangle of flesh behind her ear. “If you like.”

“Yes.” Mimi turned in his grip, kissed him again, luxuriated in the way he smelt, his skin still fresh from the shower. “That would be nice.”

She rubbed his side in gentle, languid strokes, sighed happily as his hand edged its way under her t-shirt.

“Nice day today.” She whispered, the words sinking into his skin like oil. “Sometimes it’s good to just do nothing.”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

For a long while they were quiet, happy to savour the feel of one another, moving occasionally to touch or kiss or shift position in the dark, their bodies close and warm.

“What’s your earliest fantasy?” Mimi asked, her voice a low whisper, her hand now flat against his belly. “I mean of submission.”

Sven opened his eyes, looked at her. “I was really young. About eleven or twelve, I think.” Sven’s voice was steady in the dark, his hand never wavering from Mimi’s hip, his mind shrinking back to his tiny, attic bedroom in Rivaz with its view of the grey fields and the lake beyond. To his narrow bed and finally, to the ache in his chest, like the past fifteen years hadn’t happened, like the old ghosts of shame and fear had stood up and rattled their chains. “I used to read a lot of adventure comics as a kid. I think it might have been Superman, I can’t remember,” he explained, “but there was Alanya Suriyeli Escort an issue where he was kidnapped by Amazon women and it stuck with me.”

“Really?” Mimi grinned in the dark. “For me it was tag.”

“Tag?” Sven rolled over, looked at her. “Really?”

Mimi nodded. “We used to play with the kids in the village. Kiss chase, stuff like that. I don’t remember what happened exactly but I do remember running after this boy called Adam, pinning him down.” She said, “Right in the gravel, poor kid. I thought about it for weeks afterwards and I never quite knew why.”

“Lucky boy.” Sven smiled. “I never played that game.”

Mimi laughed, “There’s still time. I’ll teach you, if you like.”

“You will?” he propped himself on one arm. “Thanks.”

“Tell me more about the Amazons. I’m curious.”

“You would be.” Sven leant forward and kissed her on the mouth, his hand pushed into her hair. “Well, I was kidnapped obviously. I think I had this thing, particularly as I got older and the fantasy got more complex, where I’d be overpowered and fucked.”

“Hot.” Mimi’s hands edged lower, settled on his hip. “Then what?”

“Then,” Sven continued, the air hissing through his teeth as Mimi grabbed his cock. “Oh, you can’t.” he breathed.

Mimi grinned in the dark, “I can. Now keep going. I want to hear the story. How you got fucked.”

“Oh.” He shifted in her grip, watched as she peeled away from him and grabbed a bottle of lube from the night-stand.

“Keep going.” She said, her voice low in the dark. She threw back the covers, slicked his cock with one quick jerk of her wrist. “Tell me.” She urged. “I want to know what happens in the end.”

“Well.” He began, his voice regulating. “We would be kept in these long cages and only taken out to be fucked or to do work. Hard work, like digging ditches or cutting rock or something equally pointless but it would be about being watched and treated badly and used.” The last word came with a sigh and a slight rock of his hips as Sven recalled the fantasy, his blood quickened by Mimi’s urging.

“Then there was this thing-” he paused, his chest shivering with embarrassment and lust in the dark, like he was a teenager all over again.

“What?’ Mimi asked, watching him hesitate, her own body simmering for his. “What would they do, huh?” she grinned, nibble at his neck, her right hand still working in tortuously slow strokes around his cock.

“I — oh, man, this is so stupid.”

“No, go on.” Mimi’s voice softened. “Tell me.”

He sighed in the shadows, began grinding up into Mimi’s palm, cursed when she took her hand away.

“I would be blindfolded and led through the jungle. Through thick undergrowth to a clearing.” He began, “Sometimes, they’d put a bag over my head and I’d be dragged out so I couldn’t see and grabbed and groped and fucked by all these women. Sometimes I’d be tied down on a bench or something — oh — or to the floor and I’d try to pull away but of course, I couldn’t.”

“Of course not.” She whispered. “You don’t want it but you do. All part of the draw of these women designed to destroy you, to not really need you.”

Sven let out another sigh, his fingers pressing into Mimi’s thigh as she upped the pace again, faster, pushing him hard, edging him toward orgasm and then, just as fast as she had begun, she stopped. Sven grunted, let out a sigh of defeat and desperation.

“Fuck, please,” he begged. “I’m so close, so close.”

“But you’re not quite finished with the story, are you?” Mimi said, watching his eyes look past her, as though he was a million miles away.

“No.” he curled towards her his own hand sinking between her thighs, his fingers slipping between her slickened labia. “No, Ma’am.” He kissed her neck.

“I would be fucked.” He whispered, “I’d get fucked until I begged them to stop, until it hurt.”

“And?” Mimi cocked her leg, pushed herself against his working fingers. “Would they?”

“You know they wouldn’t.” he smiled, his breath warm against her skin. “It would hurt and they’d just keep going.”

“That’s perfect.” Mimi moved in the dark, batted his hands away and climbed over him, sat back on his thighs. “I want you to fuck me.” She said, “You can be my captive now.” She laughed, planted another kiss against his lips. “I want to lie down then you can fuck me.” She said, moving back to the space she’d left in the sheets. “Fuck me until I’m done with you and then I can sleep.”

“Is this just to help you sleep?” he rolled over kissed her on the mouth.

“Yes.” She said. “I shouldn’t even have to ask.” She teased. “You should be ready and willing at all times.” Mimi jabbed him in the chest, pulled him against her.

“Just checking.” Sven kissed her hard, his hand flat against her thigh.

“You’re talking too much.” Mimi said. “I just want to feel you against me. I like your weight and your smell and you having to do the work.”

“You’re the laziest fuck ever.” He teased.

Mimi swatted Alanya Türbanlı Escort him, laughing in the dark. “Worth it, though, don’t you think?” She pecked him on the clavicle, her teeth digging into the knot of bone and muscle, a gentle reminder that she could do what she damn well liked. Her hand splayed over his back, moved and guided him into her, her words fading into purrs and gasps and yearning kisses that reached places that words could not. Places where only noise and touch and that certain kind of look communicated things that were made impotent by language.

At first, Sven had kept going through the dull ache in his thighs, the sensation over-ridden by his desire to make her happy. It had seemed irrelevant until she had mentioned it once, woven it into his need for her until it had become very nearly another kink, a symbol of his dedication to her.

“Stop.” Mimi pushed him to the side, slid away from him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, adrenaline rushing through him, his body aching with need. “What is-“

“Nothing.” Mimi said, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes running over his body, sizing up his leaking cock. “I want you to lick me.” She said.

“Oh.” By the time the word had left his lips it was too late to hide the dismay in his voice, the sheer frustration with which his own body was wracked. Mimi could read him well, that he was sure of and it was then he knew that the entire process had not really been about his pleasure but hers. Worst of all, he knew that Mimi knew how much he enjoyed it.

He moved in the half-light, the familiar musk of her pussy making him grow hard in the dark, his mouth aching for the taste of her like a starving man yearns for fruit. Sven pulled her underwear away hungrily, sank his mouth against her, lapping at her labia, the swollen knot of her clit like it was the only thing that would satiate him. Then, of course, it was. Sven knew that Mimi’s own desire would always come before his, that she had planned it so that he would be focused by his need and her kindness to give her whatever she wanted, that she could have asked anything of him then and he would have agreed. Sven focused on her desire, shaping his own into hers, urging from her the first tiny jerks and tremors that bloomed into sighs and shivers as she ground her hips against his relentless mouth, his face and fingers glittering with her juices.

“Thank you.” She mewled, rolling over, then pulled off her t-shirt. “That was just what I wanted, baby. Come here.” Mimi beckoned him towards her, held him close to her chest as they lay back down. “I just want to feel you against me.” She whispered. “Have you close, know you’re mine.” She said. “That’s my fantasy.” She said. “The most embarrassing yet.”

He nodded, took up stroking her upturned hip again. “I know.” Sven whispered. “You’re getting there.” He kissed her hair.

“And you’re waiting.” She said. “That’s the best thing.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said. “Of course I would. I think you always worry more, you get more tense about it when you’re tired.”

Mimi nodded in the dark. Sven was right. She had been fractious recently. “I still have to stop myself when you say that.” She mused. “That you want my happiness, too.” She shook her head, whispered against his chest like the words would sink straight though the flesh and bone and muscle right into his heart. “I never thought I could be so happy.”

Sven smiled, kissed her. “I never thought I could be so horny.”

Mimi laughed loudly. “You’ll get your turn, babe.” She patted him on the chest.

“When?” he asked.

Mimi shrugged. “When I feel like it.”

“Of course.”

* * *

The following morning Sven woke and showered, the insects that had been floating in his gut the night before disappeared into the dark. He showered, made coffee and began dressing all the while filled with a near tangible hunger for Mimi. He listened to her sing in the shower and flipped briefly through the notes he’d made for the presentation he had that day as though their sobriety could dampen his need for her. He pulled open the wardrobe, sighed, tried to ignore her bustling about behind him when all he wanted was to drag her right back to bed and beg her to finish what she had begun.

“Wear the blue suit.” Mimi nodded towards the wardrobe.

“Really?” Sven turned to her, shaken from his thoughts. “The blue one. I haven’t worn it in ages. I usually go with grey or black for work.”

“I know.” Mimi fastened the back on her earring, eyed Sven’s reflection in the mirror. “A change is as good as a rest.” She smiled. “It’s something different. Anyway,” she continued. “It’s a dark navy, really. Still looks fine to me.”

“I thought you hated this suit.” Sven lay it across the bed, slid the trousers from the hanger.

Mimi stood, buttoned her own shirt. “I thought it would be a change. Aren’t you meeting with the bread people today?”

Sven smiled, sang the jingle. “A slice of Sunlight every day.”

Mimi Alanya Ucuz Escort laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m afraid not. They want a wholesome, family approach, whatever the hell that is nowadays.”

“Well, I think the navy will do just fine. It’s a little old fashioned, I think they’d like that.”

“I suppose.”

“I know it.” Mimi said. “You’ll do great. You’ve been prepping for days.” She edged past him, kissed his cheek. “Are you going out for lunch or do you want me to make you something?”

“We’ll probably go out.” Sven called to her, frowned at the suit. He shrugged at his own reflection, knotted his tie, still couldn’t quite figure out why she’d asked him to wear the blue. He batted the thought away again when she returned with a fresh cup of coffee, placed it on the dresser.

“This is for you. I’m leaving now but I’ll probably be back before you.” She said, pulling her bag onto her shoulder. “I finish at six today because Harry said he’d stay until eight.”

“Oh. Any reason?”

Mimi nodded. “I agreed to stay late the rest of this week and the week after.”

“You’re working too hard.”

Mimi laughed. “Don’t give me that. Things cost money and we’re just starting to do okay.”

“Yes, but-“

Mimi placed a finger on his lips, watched him smile. “I’m a big girl, Sven. I can look after myself. We worked a lot of shitty jobs so we could get to this and now we’re within sight of the life we want you’re going to get all man of the house on me?”

“No, I-” he hesitated, sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound condescending I just meant-“

“What?”

“I worry about you.”

Mimi nodded. Said nothing, felt shame flare in her chest. “You needn’t.” her voice hardened rising upward then softening again, receding, as she tried to temper her tone. She sighed, bowed her head, frustrated. “I know you do. I know you’re trying to be kind. I am just really happy right now. I love this work. I like the chaos, you know that.”

He nodded, watched her shift her bag on her shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

Mimi kissed him on the cheek, the panic in her chest receding. “See you later. I love you.”

“You too.” Sven smiled. “Have a good day.”

“I will.” Mimi called. She had to physically stop herself from turning around and running back to the bedroom, straight for him as she headed for the door, used every ounce of her willpower to pick up the keys. “Sorry.” The word came as a whisper under her breath as she pulled the lock back, the noise settled in her gut, echoed the annoyance she felt at herself. It was enough to make her turn back, her insides hardening, her keys swinging in the door.

“Oh.” She breathed hard as she walked back into the bedroom, dropped her bag by the door. Before he could react, Mimi pulled Sven towards her.”You’re only trying to be nice and I’m being a stubborn idiot.” She hugged him.

Sven stepped back, eyed her steadily. “You’re free.” He said. “You have always been free in my eyes and I am not marrying you to entrap you but because I love you and don’t want to be without you. I know you work hard and I’m so proud of you for that I just worry, that’s all. I know you’re prone to doing everything for everyone before you take care of yourself.”

“I know.” Mimi said. “I took it the wrong way, that was all. Sorry.”

“You needn’t apologise.” Sven said. “I know you’re not a morning person.”

Mimi laughed. “You’re so sweet to me.”

“Why would I be anything else?” he kissed her. “You’ll miss your bus.”

“I wish I could.” She admitted. “I wish I could just take the whole week off and draw and cook and spend time with you.”

Sven shrugged. “Monday morning problems.”

Mimi nodded. “Always.”

“If I get this account and the commission on it I’ll take you away for the weekend.” Sven said. “Wherever you like.”

“You needn’t do that.” Mimi pulled her bag onto her shoulder again, turned in the doorway.

“You’re fucking stubborn, you know that?” Sven said, walking towards her. “Now let’s go. Pretend to be functioning members of society.”

They locked the front door, called the elevator to their floor instead of taking the stairs. When the doors closed on them Mimi looked up at Sven.

“What time will you be back tonight?” she asked.

“About seven.”

“Okay.” Mimi nodded thoughtfully, the image of him sweating, begging her to stop clouded her mind. She watched him tap his foot against the worn linoleum. “No work after that?” she asked, “Any phone calls or late night arrangements?”

“What?” Sven cocked his head at her. “No, I shouldn’t think so. Why?”

“No reason.” She smiled at him, her tone light. They walked across the small hallway, Mimi pulled open the door into the street. “Just curious.”

“Are you plotting something?” he asked.

Mimi sucked her lip. “Might be.” She said. “Have a good day in the …urban jungle.”

He kissed her on the mouth. ” I’m not going to be allowed to forget this, am I?” he grinned. “I’m a fucking slut when it comes to telling you things.”

Mimi shook her head. “Of course not.” She cooed, “I might not be Amazonian but I do know your buttons.” She picked an imaginary piece of lint from his jacket. “Don’t talk like you don’t enjoy it. Now,” she nodded into the street. “You’d better get to work.”

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Meghan had promised me an honest to goodness invitation to her wedding, and four days after she and my sister went home, it arrived in the mail.

We’d had a wild weekend together, regardless of whether you were talking about all three of us, or just me and my sister Jenifer, but Meghan had made a good point.

In order for us to convince people we were a legitimate couple, we’d have to be convincing in public, where others would see us interacting together, and after having some time to the let the whole idea soak through me without Jen in front of me to serve as a distraction, I realized it would be a real feat to pull it off.

I gave it a lot of thought and decided to surprise her. I scheduled some appointments out of town, arranging them so I’d be able to take her out to lunch and then spend the evening with her.

Supposedly, I’d been sending flowers on a regular basis for some time, so it just seemed like the thing to do when I stopped to grab some on my way to see her. The florist on the corner near her office had a nice bunch of daisies that I knew would put a smile on her face. It was a small arrangement, big enough to be noticed, but not so large as to be obnoxious, and I figured delivering them to her personally, at her office before taking her to lunch, would go a long way toward setting the tone for how we were perceived as a couple.

I stepped off the elevator and immediately knew I was being scrutinized; when I asked for her, it was like the wizard had come from Oz to see Dorothy, and I was conscious of several sets of eyes looking at me as I walked back to her work area.

Jenifer jumped up from her desk and hugged me when I came around the corner and stepped into her cube.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said, hugging me tightly.

She knew I was coming. The stage was set and the actress was giving her performance. Her face lit up as she saw the flowers.

“How else was I supposed to bring you flowers and take you to lunch?” I asked. The flowers and lunch were improvised additions to our little ‘script.’

So was the kiss.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Jen kissed me. Not quite square on the lips; her lips melted in to mine, her upper lip between mine, my lower lip between hers. It was a shock, and then it was over, allowing me to take a deep breath. Fortunately, my back was to the opening of her cube. Those who were meant to see her kiss me saw that and not the surprised look on my face.

“I’d love to go to lunch with you,” she said, still holding on to me with one hand as she sat the flowers on her desk with the other. “Let me finish up this one thing.”

Jen sat back down at her computer and I looked at the frames hanging next to her desk. Professional certifications, credentials reflecting her training hung in a triangle.

“You must be the oft discussed, never-before-seen boyfriend.”

I turned me head to the doorway, then my body. Flowing red curls, green eyes, light green dress covering what looked to be a stunning figure, with great calves showing beneath.

Focus, I told myself. Bad form to even give the appearance of playing the field when you’re with your girlfriend, whether it’s your sister or not.

“See,” Jen said, “I told you he existed. Mike, Allyson; Allyson, Mike.”

Allyson and I shook hands as she licked her lips. She had a charming smile.

“Several of us used to kid her that she bought a picture frame and dropped a picture of somebody’s brother in it,” Allyson said.

“I travel a lot,” I said. “Usually, when I’m in town, it’s just for the weekend. And then again, a lot of the time, Jen comes to see me.”

“It must be hard,” Allyson said, “being so close to someone, yet so far away most of the time.”

“You know what they say,” Jen said. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We try to make the most out of our time together.”

“Must make for some great weekends, then.” A new voice. Attached to an arrogant smirk.

“Kyhl, this is…”

“Richard,” he said, sticking his hand out to shake mine. “Most folks call me…”

“Is it Rick or Dick?” I asked. My emphasis was on dick. Allyson bit her lips suppressing a smile; Jen’s eyes went wide.

“Rick,” he said, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Call me Rick. Look… you’re coming to Meghan’s wedding, right?”

I nodded.

“Great. Hey… maybe we can toss a few back and get better acquainted some time?”

He was already walking away as I nodded to him.

“Fat chance,” I said when he was gone.

“It was nice meeting you,” Allyson said, smiling. “Come around a little more often.”

Jenifer sat shaking her head as she secured her work station and grabbed her purse.

“Not here ten minutes and you insult one of my co-workers,” she said, “and make eyes at another. What kind of example are you setting for me?”

“Oh, please. Like you haven’t called him that at least once a week since you started here. And I was just being polite.”

“More like once a day,” she said, pushing her chair in. “Or more. Alanya Olgun Escort But I try not to keep count. And you were more than just polite. I saw you checking her out.

“Not that I can blame you. She is pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you are,” I said, sliding an arm around her and kissing her on the cheek.

Hands grabbed me from behind and then I felt a body slide around me.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Meghan pushed a wisp of hair out of her face.

“Thought I’d come take her to lunch and spend the night. If she’ll let me.”

Jen smiled and slid her hand into mine.

“Oh, she’ll let you. Spend the night. She may not let you leave afterward, though.”

“Wanna come to lunch with us?” Jen asked.

“Can’t. I’ve got other fish to fry. But we’ll catch up later.”

Jenifer hooked her arm in mine as we left her office. There was a Chinese restaurant just down the street from her office, and a few minutes later, we were sipping hot tea, stirring bowls of egg drop soup and waiting for our meals.

“You are going to owe me so big,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “But you have to admit, so far, it’s working out really well.”

“So far?” I asked. “Jen, sweetheart, it hasn’t even started good yet.”

“How do you figure?” she asked. “After last weekend, I’d think we were off to a great start.”

“You’ve been to weddings,” I said. “Forget how goo-goo eyed the wedding is supposed to make all the single women, especially those with boyfriends in-tow, and think about how we’re going to be expected to interact together. That is where the real convincing is going to take place.”

“Well,” she said, “they do have us together in the same room, with a king-size bed.”

I sat there looking at her.

“And then there’s dinner, dancing, and everything else,” I said. “People expect to see certain things, Sis. You expect to see a man and a woman acting certain ways toward each other when they’re in love.”

“You make it sound like they’ll expect you to raise my skirt, bend me over a table and take me right there in front of everybody,” she said.

“No,” I said, “but your office is a pretty structured environment. People will be able to tell, outside the office, when we’re together, whether or not we’re a real couple.”

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“Don’t be silly,” I said. “Of course I love you. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “And in spite of the fact we haven’t lived under the same roof for years, I venture to say we know each other better than anyone else does.

“So,” she said, “let’s give them a happy, in-love couple.”

“It’s not that simple,” I said. “You have to work with the people in your office, some of the same people that’ll be there for the wedding. Do you really think you can live the lie?”

Jen stared at me over her cup and smiled.

“How honest an answer do you want me to give you?”

“Be as honest with me as you want to be.”

She took a deep breath and chewed her lip as she stared back at me, and then she swallowed hard.

“You and Meghan are the only people that know you’re my brother. Everyone else, my co-workers, her fiancé, everyone… they don’t know any better than that you’re my boyfriend, and it’s been that way for more than a year.

“I’ve said ‘no’ to at least a dozen men that asked me out or wanted to take me home, and early on, when I was first telling my fib, there were a couple of guys that really wanted into my pants, and in moments of weakness and want, I almost let them.”

Our waiter arrived with our meal, looking suddenly uncomfortable as he overheard our conversation.

She bit her lip again and swallowed hard, waiting for him to leave, and then she spoke slowly and evenly.

“But I’ve been completely faithful to you since I started telling people you were my boyfriend. I haven’t dated anyone else, I haven’t kissed anyone else, and I certainly haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“Are you sure faithful is the word you want to use there?” I asked.

Jen nodded. “Remember discussing Denny and the big breasted woman he says he’s going to sleep with one last time before he and Meghan get married?”

I nodded.

“I see the way other people look at Meghan, and I hear the things they say behind her back.” Jen reached over and locked her fingers with mine. “I won’t do that to you. I swear. I love you.”

I’d never seen such an earnest expression on my sister’s face, and I swallowed hard as I grasped the amount of faith and trust she was investing in me.

“I love you, too, Sis.”

“I know you do, Kyhl.”

We ate our lunch quietly, stealing glances at each other, and I took her back to work, walking her back to her desk when we got there.

“By the way,” she said, digging in her purse. “This is the new key for my apartment. They changed the locks a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t had the chance to get one made for you yet.” She handed me the key.

“I should be home a little before six,” she said. “We Alanya Otele Gelen Escort can figure out what to do about dinner then. Of course, if you’re naked when I get home, that’ll be okay, too.”

I was suddenly aware of someone standing behind me as Jen leaned in to kiss me. I cupped her face in my hands, holding her to me a little longer and gently molding my lips to hers. She looked up at me, her eyes showing vulnerability as my thumbs brushed her cheeks.

“I’ll see you at home, then,” I said, smiling as I turned to leave.

One of her co-workers looked at me with wide eyes as I brushed past her and headed for the door. Rick glared at me from the entrance to his cube.

So she wanted the performance to be convincing, did she? If we were going to pull it off, I felt like we were well on our way to running a good game.

I stopped off at the store and bought a few groceries. I already knew what we were going to do for dinner; I hoped Jen liked being surprised as much as she liked springing them.

The evening news was still playing in the background when I heard the front door to her apartment open and close.

“Honey, I’m home.”

I looked out of the kitchen in time to see Jen disappear into her bedroom.

“Did you have a good day, sweetheart?”

Jen laughed and a moment later, she walked into the kitchen, plowing fingers through her hair. She’d kicked off her shoes and pulled out her hair clip, good first steps towards unwinding.

“Dinner?” she asked, her eyes widening. “You’re cooking me dinner? What did I do to deserve this?”

I nodded as I wiped my hands on the towel draped over my shoulder.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t cook dinner for you, and work hard at romancing you on our first night together in… forever? It won’t be ready for a while yet, but…”

She put her arms around my neck warily as I pulled her to me.

“That’s fine. I’m just a little surprised. I mean, I wasn’t expecting any of this,” she said.

“You want us to be believable,” I said. “This is believable. Tomorrow, when you go to work, you can tell your girlfriends I cooked dinner for you, got you tipsy with wine, danced you into bed, and it’ll all be true.”

“What if I don’t want to dance?”

“Whatever you want to do, Sis,” I said.

“Whatever I want to do?”

I nodded.

“Hmmm.”

She purred as I hugged her tight, molding her body to mine, my hands roaming up and down her back as she slowly melted into me.

“So there’s nothing else going on?” she asked, laying her head on my shoulder and sliding her arms around me.

“Nope.” I ran my fingers through her hair and kissing her forehead.

“You know,” she said, “The way you kissed me after lunch was a lot more convincing.”

Her eyes searched mine; her lips parted, her tongue jutting softly forth.

“Was it?”

She nodded.

“Kiss me like that again and you’ll make me wet.”

I kissed her again, this time on the lips, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as our tongues danced together. She pulled back from me, smiling and licking her lips.

“Much better.”

“Go change clothes,” I said, “and I’ll do more than make you wet after dinner.”

Jen smiled and kissed me as she slid out of my arms.

“What if I don’t want to wait until after dinner?”

I looked over at her as she backed up to the kitchen table and smiled at me.

Jen had pulled off her pantyhose when she’d gotten rid of her shoes, and I watched as she pulled a chair out, stood in front of hit and smiled as she reached behind her and tugged on the zipper to her skirt.

“Take your shirt off,” she said as she wiggled her hips and dropped her skirt.

My cock was suddenly on the rise as she stood up, kicking her skirt to the side. She sat down as she began unbuttoning her blouse, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to me.

“And come here,” she said, pointing a finger at me and curling it back towards her.

I walked over to her, dropping my shirt on the counter as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, and Jen smiled at me, biting her lip as she leaned forward, shrugging out of her blouse and reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Her only reply was to reach for me, unfastening my shorts and yanking on my zipper. My shorts fell from my hips and Jen reached for the waistband of my boxers.

My cock was already hard, and it sprung out at her as she pushed my boxers from my hips. Jen leaned forward, pushing them down past my knees, and then her hands grasped my legs as I stepped out of them, and I stumbled forward against her as she pulled me closer, laying her head against my hip.

Jen sighed and looked up at me. “You have no idea how happy it made me when you walked in today.”

“I’m glad,” I replied as I ran a hand through her hair.

She smiled as her fingers caressed the backs of my thighs, moving up toward my buttocks, and as one hand rested on my ass, the other came around Alanya Rus Escort and slid between my legs, stroking my balls and sliding up my cock.

Jen tilted her head forward and kissed the shaft of my penis, her mouth opening, allowing her tongue to reach out and brush against me. Slowly, Jen’s mouth moved up until her fingers pulled the head of my erection into her mouth, and she sucked me in, her tongue cradling me as her hand slid back around to grab my ass.

My cock swelled inside her mouth, and she slowly began to move back and forth. I pushed my hands into her hair, stroking her as she fucked me with her mouth.

“Ahhh…”

“Does that feel good?” she asked. She didn’t wait for my response, instead, swallowing me again.

“Ohgodyes, that feels good.”

As surprising at it might sound, prior to that moment, I’d never been a big fan of blowjobs, probably because I’d never had a really good one.

The best oral experience I’d had had been with Meghan when we were dating. I was fucking her from behind, pulled out, and came in her mouth. The orgasm was intense, but I didn’t really count it as a blow job.

This was different.

Jen was driving me crazy. Her lips and tongue had worshipped every inch of my shaft, her fingers continued to lovingly massage my balls, and while the sensation was markedly different from being inside her pussy, the stimulus of fucking her mouth was pushing me toward the edge.

“Jen…”

She pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me as she cradled my scrotum in her hand.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Good. I need a before-dinner snack,” she said.

“So you want me…”

She nodded and kissed the head of my penis.

“…to cum in your mouth?”

Jen opened her mouth and swallowed me again, taking me in deep. I gasped and began thrusting in between her lips, my cock throbbing as my balls began to tighten between my legs.

“Ohhh… ohhh… Sis… baby… unnnhh…”

I almost lost my balance as I felt my cock begin to tingle, and Jen’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks as she continued to fuck my cock with her mouth.

I adjusted my feet and put my hands on her head, my fingers resting in her hair. I was going to cum hard.

“It’s cumming, baby… Jen… I’m gonna… unnnnhhh… ahhh…”

I erupted into her mouth, semen spewing from the head of my penis and coating her tongue, and suddenly, Jen was sucking for all she was worth, like she was trying to get a thick milkshake through a straw. Her fingers dropped down and pushed between my legs, and she began milking me, working to get every last drop of cum from me that she could.

I gasped, out of breath and weak in the knees as she pulled her lips from my softening penis and smiled up at me.

“I guess you liked that, huh?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

I took a weak step backward and Jen stood up. I pulled her to me in a hug, and then, as my arms loosened around her, I kissed her, grabbing her and catching her head, pulling her lips to mine.

“Kyhl, I… if you kiss me right now… I’ve still got some of your cum in my mouth.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t care,” I said. “I want to kiss you.”

I pressed my lips against Jen’s, and reluctantly, she opened her mouth to mine. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she pressed hers against me. I tasted my semen on her tongue and Jen’s fingers clutched at my arms as I held onto her.

We pulled apart from one another, staring into each other’s eyes.

“My snack made me hungry,” she said, licking her lips and smiling.

Dinner wasn’t fancy by any means, but eating meals together was always important when we were growing up, and the smile on Jen’s face as we sat down at the table said it still was to her.

After dinner, Jen and I cleaned up in the kitchen, topped off our wine glasses and then she pulled me with her to the living room, letting go of my hand as I stood by the couch.

I watched as she knelt down in front of her TV, loading a movie into the DVD player.

“I thought for sure you’d want me to dance with you,” I said.

“There are other ways to be intimate besides dancing,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me. “It’s been forever since I was able to cuddle and watch a movie, and with you here, I’m perfectly content to just curl up on the couch.”

She hit the play button and stood up, spinning to face me.

“Lay down.” She pointed at the couch, walking toward it.

I got horizontal and then smiled at Jen as she reached the edge of the couch and threw a leg up to straddle me. I’d put my shorts and shirt back on; she’d donned a simple oversized t-shirt and gym shorts. I tugged at the gym shorts, starting to pull them down as she started to climb on top of me.

“Wanna lay together naked?” she asked.

I nodded.

Jen stopped and smiled, stood back up and whisked her shirt off as I reached up and pulled her shorts down. I took my shirt off as she stepped out of her shorts, and then she grabbed at my shorts as I began pushing them away from me.

A moment later, we were both naked and Jen sighed, smiling down at me as she straddled me and leaned forward, dropping a hand on either side of my chest as hair cascaded around her face.

She giggled and leaned back, pushing her hair back as I dropped my hands onto her thighs.

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We undressed each other while we kissed.

The silence was delicious; oddly contemplative against the passion of our tongues, and our hands moving over each other. We explored one other, felt each other’s skin beneath our clothing, divested one another of every last strip. We stood and we kissed and little by little, we were naked together.

I loved standing there, against you. Naked. I loved the feel of your warm skin against my own and the sensual resistance of your body, pushing against me. I loved the way your eyes were closed. When I opened my own and glanced at you, you looked lost and abandoned. And I loved how your tongue danced with my own, in a rhythm that made me think you were hypnotised. You were satin and silk. Perfect sensuality.

Bare-skinned, our bodies touching, I was excited when my cock brushed against you. It was the gentlest friction; and the most vivid sensation. It rubbed against you momentarily and in that brief moment, I felt the perfect softness of your body. I felt how you would both yield and resist in a single motion and it made my cock twitch and strain for more. When I moved slightly and my dick nudged between your legs, I felt your softness. The tip of my cock probed the wet warmth for just a few seconds, straining, eager to slip inside you. Your lips opened for me, soft velvet, and I nudged inside you, just the tiniest part of me. In that briefest of moments, I felt your invitation. I thought how nice it would be to spend, there and then, and spill my cum in to you. It would be warm, wet and deliciously satisfying. I could imagine the twitching of my cock, spurting warm cum inside you, pumping it in to you in steady, rhythmic jerks. You would remain still, receiving my love. And I would be motionless against you, with nothing but the pulsating of my cock to announce my climax.

But it was not the time.

And so for just that moment, I let my dick nudge against your pussy, slip just a fraction of the way inside you, before I moved away.

I wanted to kiss you and lose myself in that pleasure alone. My cock played against your tummy while I pushed my tongue in to your mouth, French kissing you, tasting you, exploring you. You responded perfectly, your own tongue pushing against mine, slipping in to my mouth. Our tongues danced and fought, and the wet sensuality of our mouths pulled us in to each other. Now and then you bit my tongue, lightly; and I responded by biting yours. We danced and fought and tongue fucked each other, lost in the moment, locked in perfect sensual harmony.

You are gorgeous. And when I stopped kissing you, it was to pull back and look at you. I needed to gaze at you, to drink you in. So beautiful. So beautiful. Your eyes opened and for a moment we were lost in each other’s gaze. I swam in the dark pools of your eyes and I wanted to drown there. Instead, I leaned forward to kiss your face, moving down gently to kiss the sensitive skin of your jaw. I grazed to your neck, and your soft skin goosebumped when my lips brushed against it. I kissed your neck. The tip of my tongue flicked over your sensitive skin and I blew on it, my breath cool and caressing. When your goosebumps rose more vividly, I licked them softly and felt the roughness of your skin. Slowly, deliberately, I pressed my teeth in to you and bit gently. It was not a hard bite – not enough to leave a mark – but it was firm and deliberate and full of stark potential. I knew that you were waiting for the pain, waiting for me to bite hard, to hurt you. But that pain never came.

I wanted to bite you hard but I resisted. Instead I sucked lightly, drawing your sensitive skin in between my teeth, biting it with dark promise. You groaned and I felt my cock twitch at the sound. It excited me to have you here before me, naked and compliant. You stood so still, so natural, letting me enjoy your body and give you the pleasure that I so wanted you to have. Alanya Zenci Escort I could smell you and it was the musky, sweet smell of a woman. I nuzzled your neck, sucking you, biting you, teasing you. I moved my hands up and allowed them to move over your arms and your shoulders. I stroked them, before letting my hands move over you, until I felt the soft roundness of your breasts. Beautiful breasts. I let my fingertips play over the round, soft mounds, until I found your nipples. Letting my fingertips explore, I delighted in how hard and erect your nipples were and as I toyed with them, gently, I felt them strain and harden further beneath my fingertips. I teased them slowly, deliberately. My lips moved across to your earlobe.

Softly manipulating your nipple between a finger and thumb, while I lightly stroked the other with the softest touch, I moved my mouth to your earlobe and sucked it in between my teeth. You sighed and I closed my lips around your lobe, sucking it softly, as I so wanted to do with your gorgeously erect nipple. I sucked you and toyed with you, stopping only to move across and bite your neck with vivid sensuality. I loved how your breathing had quickened and your nipples responded so vividly to my fingers. I kissed your neck, bit your earlobe and whispered so softly in your ear that you must have wondered if it was my voice or your imagination that was forming the words.

“I want to make you cum. I want to love you and be inside you. I want to lick you and fuck you. I want to mark you as mine, make you mine. My cock is hard for you. I want you so badly.”

You moaned softly. I drew back, took your hand and led you to the large bed. The bed was fresh, well-made. It smelled of clean, wind-dried linen. Our eyes met as I gently pushed you on to the bed. I love your eyes. I get lost in them.

“Sit at the top of the bed and spread your legs,” I told you.

Surprise flashed momentarily across your face at the instruction but you moved willingly You sat with your back against the headboard, your legs spread for me. It was beautiful and obscene. Your hands were by your sides, resting on the bed. Your breasts looked innocent, naked and exposed, while your pussy was open and lewd. It glistened a little and I could see the lips of your cunt, velvet soft, spread with subtle invitation. I took my time to drink you in, letting my eyes glide over every inch of you. Like a work of art, you seduced me. I gazed and marvelled and I wanted to go on gazing, forever.

You didn’t know where to look. You didn’t know whether to enjoy my admiration or be embarrassed by it. Sometimes your eyes met my own, hard with self assurance; and then they would move down, away from mine, to look at the bed. I liked it. I liked the way you tried to be full of self confidence and I liked the way you failed. Your face was sweet and beautiful, flushed with perfect innocence.

In one smooth, easy move I slid on to the bed. My cock was hard, straining, stabbing the air in a raw search for friction. My balls hung, heavy and full. I sat on the bed facing you and we gazed at each other, enjoying our nakedness. My eyes moved away from your own only to slide over your body, adoring every curve and blemish. Your pussy was open and wet. Your legs were spread, obscene and beautiful, giving me licence to look and admire and probe your perfect cunt.

Our eyes were locked, deliciously, as I snaked my foot gently between your legs, moving it slowly upwards. It touched your thighs – a touch that was light but clumsy – and continued to push up, in between your thighs. I didn’t have the same level of control that I would have had if I had used my hand and my fingers. Touching you with my hands, my fingers, allows me dexterity and sensitivity. I can apply the lightest touch; I can guide my fingers with perfect precision. I can decide exactly how much I want to Alanya Manken Escort give and how much I want to hold back. I can stroke you and tease you and deliver every tiny sensation that I wish to give.

Using my foot to toy with you was wholly different. It was rough and clumsy. A teenager making his first fumbling moves in the dark, exciting arena of erotic exploration. I pushed my foot all the way in between your thighs and I felt your wetness, warm and soft, against my toe. As carefully as I could, I moved my big toe up and down your wet slit. I tried to be gentle and I knew that I half succeeded. You closed your eyes and I saw the concentration in your face as you gave yourself fully to the sensation of a clumsy, unpractised touch. My rhythm, as I rubbed you, was irregular and my touch was not as gentle as I like to be when masturbating a wet pussy. But in this, I knew you found pleasure. Every stroke was unique and unpredictable. There was no rhythm, no consistency of touch. You gave yourself fully to the sensation of being touched and felt and probed. I felt you getting wetter and every now and then my toe slipped a little way inside you. The first time this happened you jerked, almost in panic, and I wondered if I had hurt you. But you remained where you were, your legs spread wide for me.

You reached up and took hold of my foot and gently guided my toe in and out of your pussy. You set the rhythm and then put your hands back down on the bed so that I could work it by myself. I continued to fuck you as gently as I could with my toe and I watched your face, your eyes closed, etched with pleasure and concentration. I felt the warm wetness of your pussy as I probed it with a slow, clumsy rhythm and it made my cock twitch with excitement.

At one point your face strained and I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain. I stopped fucking you with my toe and I pushed my foot against you, in between your legs, and used my whole foot to rub you, pushing it up against your slit, moving it a little from side to side and up and down. Your pussy was wet and slippery under my foot and it felt good to rub you with a touch that was so broad and unfocused. I loved it when you began to jerk against me in little pumping stokes. I continued to rub you, trying to meet the jerking of your hips with enough pressure and friction to give you the release you were looking for.

Your face was flushed, so beautiful. Your breathing was heavy. When you opened your eyes it was to look at me. Your eyes smouldered and I saw intent there. You moved your own leg and your own foot slid up between my thighs. I felt the touch of your foot, soft and clumsy against my thigh. I winced as the ball of your foot nudged against my balls and for a short while you stroked me there. I continued to rub you with my foot, as yours played dangerously with my balls, stroking me, nudging me. Once or twice your toes caught the soft skin of my sack and I thought you would hurt me. But you didn’t. Not really. There was a pain but it was sweet and exquisite.

You were jerking your hips now with some ferocity, rubbing yourself against my foot. I pushed in to you, giving you the whole of my foot to rub against, to masturbate against. Now and then I slipped a toe inside of you. On one occasion, three toes slipped inside and I felt how tight you were. You gasped when it happened and that made me want to push you on to your back and fuck you.

Your foot moved up from my balls and found my cock. The strain of our play was intense. My cock had been hard and throbbing, hungry for some attention for too long. When your foot touched my cock and I felt the soft friction of your skin, I could have spilled there and then, all over you. But I wanted to wait. I wanted all that you had to give me.

You moved your foot up and down my cock, the length of my shaft. It was a sublime feeling, a raw, Alanya Anal Escort delicious sensation. It felt clumsy and unpractised and I loved that. When you reached the head of my cock, you took your time there, trying to tease me with your fumbling caress. You rubbed me and pressed against me and you curled your toes over the head of my dick, giving me a thousand sensations in an instant. I could feel my breath getting heavier and now my own eyes were closed, as I delighted in the most vivid sensation of your foot on my cock. You began to wank me, moving your foot up and down in as much of a rhythm as you could manage. I loved it when you tried to slip my dick in between your toes, trying to grip it as you would between two fingers. It was ineffective as a wank – but the feel of you working on me, playing with me, was divine. You masturbated me, rubbing my cock with your foot, toying with my balls, stroking me and giving me the delicious friction I so needed.

I could feel myself getting close.

I tried not to move, used every ounce of willpower not to move against your foot, to help myself to climax. When it came, I wanted it to be by your ministrations alone. And so I kept my hips still and let you take full control of my cock, my pleasure.

While you masturbated me, your breathing was quick and fast. I had found something near to a rhythm now, as I rubbed my foot up and down your slit, pausing only to penetrate you a little way with one probing toe. You were wet. So wet. As I rubbed you, I adored how slippery you had become and I loved the delicate wet sounds of your cunt that accompanied every stroke. You were jerking against me and your face was strained and tense. I knew that you were as close as I was.

You began to moan, softly, and you grabbed my foot once again, guiding me for those final strokes. You pulled me against you, using my foot as a object to make you cum. You held me tight, jamming my foot up and down your slit, using me, working hard to find your climax. You moaned and gasped and I loved you in that moment.

Your foot on my cock had lost all rhythm, all control. It moved over my cock and the movements were forceful and random. I never knew what the next stroke would be each time and I loved every touch, every kick of your foot against my cock and balls. Your foot jammed against me repeatedly, squashing my cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, kicking it. It was uncomfortable and intense. It was so impersonal that I almost wondered where the pleasure was coming from and yet I could feel my balls wanting to let go, could feel the straining of my cock and the slow rise of my cum towards ejaculation.

I remained still, letting you give me this clumsy pleasure. You were gasping now, audibly – and somehow desperate. You still had a hold of my foot but then, jamming it hard against your pussy with a few last strokes you let go, closed your eyes and pushed your head back. I continued to rub you as best I could and you were moaning, gasping, groaning. Your hips jerked once, twice…and then stopped. I could feel your cunt twitching gently against my foot, pulsating, and I stopped, holding it firmly against you, letting you ride the pressure.

In that moment my cock gave. The sensation was blissful and intense as warm cum spilled out, over your foot and your toes. You continued to rub me, and now your foot was slippery against my cum. You wanked me and rubbed me and I came, over and over again, spilling my seed and emptying my balls. My foot was against your warm, wet cunt and I loved to feel you there. My eyes were closed and I savoured the moment, the feeling of absolute release. I felt myself give everything up to you. Warm, sweet spurts of cum erupting from my cock and spilling over your foot, my cock, my balls.

It was clumsy, it was basic, it was intense. It took many minutes for the excitement to subside in both of us. Our breathing was fast, our eyes closed. We were apart, existing in separate worlds; and yet here, now, our bodies were fused in spent lust. We sat and with slow, lazy ease, we continued to explore each other gently, every touch lubricated by spent love. My foot, gently toying with your pussy. Your foot, moving over my cock.

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My Sister Rosie Pt. 02

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All the characters in this story engaged in sexual acts are over 18.

This is part 2 of the series. Part 1 was a bit vanilla. If you liked it, that’s great but if you don’t like watersports maybe this one’s not for you.

This is how part 1 ended:

“Nice thought though, isn’t it? We make each other so horny because it’s wrong. You wanna see how dirty we can get?”

“Hell yes. I wanna do everything with you, little sister.”

“Little? I’m almost an hour older than you.”

“Yeah, but you’re shorter.”

“Doesn’t count.”

She snuggled into my shoulder. We fell silent and dozed off briefly, but a freshening breeze through the window on our wet sweaty bodies made us cold. She woke me.

“I’m cold. And we both need a shower.”

“How about a bath?”

“Oooh, nice. I never fucked in a bath before.”

“Who says I’m gonna fuck you?”

“I do. Come on.”

I didn’t know if I could cum three times in a day, but if anyone could make me it was Rosie, my lovely sister.

The bath was deep, but not long. As the warm water rose, I stepped in and helped Rosie. She had one leg in the bath, one outside, so her legs were wide apart. She saw me looking there and opened her flower for my better view.

“Like it, brother?”

“Oh yes. Such a pretty one.”

“How many have you seen?”

“Including yours? Two.”

She laughed and completed her step into the bath. We sat opposite each other, my legs between hers. The water was waist-high, steaming. Rosie splashed her tits, I looked at them fondly. Her pink nipples hardened, water glistened off the top of her rounded orbs then dripped off the bottom. She watched me watching her as she played with them, teasing. One hand went between her legs. She knelt up, so I could see as she began fingering herself and playing with her clit. I stroked myself gently as I watched.

Water dripped from her pussy lips. I saw a small spurt, pale yellow. I looked at her, she was smiling, and just said: “Watch.”

I watched. She teased her clit and relaxed, and a spurt of pale yellow liquid splashed into the water above my thighs. My sister was trying to piss for me. I watched eagerly, afraid of missing even a second. My cock was truly hard now, waiting for her show.

Patiently I waited, and I got my reward. Rosie fixed her eyes on my cock and managed a short stream that splashed again into our bath, then another, then she let go completely. I watched it stream from her pussy and heard it hiss and splash. I had fucked my sister, cum on her, licked her to orgasm. But this I found utterly erotic like no dream I’d ever had.

Rosie’s fingers lifted slightly and her arc came closer to me. She was offering, and I wanted to feel it. I lifted my body out of the water. The hiss continued but the sound changed as her piss now splashed onto my stomach. I reached for her, let her pee on my hand and arm.

I could have explored this taboo for hours, but inevitably her stream sputtered to drips and stopped. I stared as the last drops fell from her honey pot, then looked at her.

“How did you know?”

“You used to watch me, remember?”

I didn’t know she knew. “Wait. You mean you knew I was watching?”

“Yes.”

I processed that. She was right. Before she was married we spent lots of time outdoors. Whenever she needed to pee, I’d sneak up. Sometimes I got lucky, mostly not.

“So, you peed knowing I was watching?”

“I told you, yes.” She was gently stroking her pussy, still kneeling. “And just so you know, I drank lots of water, lemonade, whatever. Always did make me pee a lot…”

She was setting it up to pee for me? All those times?

“How many times did you actually see me pee?”

“Four where I saw properly, coupla times I just saw bare bum or whatever.”

“Four? Exactly four? You remember them?”

“Every detail.”

“Hmm. Interesting. I haven’t sat in the water yet. As my reward, I want you to taste me.”

It seemed a fair deal. I touched her pussy lips and brought them to my mouth but she gripped my hand and stopped me: “I said taste me, not it.”

It was awkward in the confines of the bath, but with her standing I got my lips under her pussy. I expected it to be disgusting, so I licked tentatively. Bitter, salt, but not horrible. I licked until all I could taste was pussy.

“Good. Let me sit now before I slip and fall.”

“Yes, your majesty!”

She laughed. “Oh, did I go all ‘do as I say’ just then?”

“A bit. Comfy now?”

She replied “Yes” as she Alanya Masaj Salonu swished low into the water.

“Good. I’m gonna kneel and you’re gonna suck my cock.”

“Hah hah. ‘Yes, your majesty'”

She looked at me with questioning eyes: “You’re not gonna piss on me, are you?”

“Maybe.”

I was in front of her, she kissed the end of my cock and sucked the knob before saying: “Yeah, I guess that’s fair enough. Not in my mouth though.”

“Deal. Now shut up and suck.”

Between slurps on my cock she said: “You’re still a dickhead, Sammie.”

She bobbed on my cock a few times then said: “It’s kinda horny being told what to do. We should explore that game. Treat me like a slut, but don’t hurt me OK?”

“I wouldn’t hurt you. Except I intend to spank your lovely ass soon, but …”

“What? How did you know?”

“I watched your husband do it before you were married.”

“You little sneak!” She sucked some more. I was well aroused now as the image came back to me.

“How many times did you watch us?”

“Just once. In that crappy motel in Canberra when we all went for New Years.”

“Tell me what you saw.”

“I thought I was calling the shots right now.”

“We’ll play that game later. I wanna know what you saw.”

She sucked slowly, carefully as I retold the scene.

“I’d come back from the pool. I had no dry towels so I came to your room to borrow one. The door wasn’t locked, so I went in.”

“You just walked into our room without knocking?”

“Sure. I’d already figured out my excuse if I struck gold – you naked, for example.”

Rosie beamed at that admission. I continued: “I got two steps inside when I heard a slap. I looked around the corner of the wall. He was sitting on the bed facing away, you were laying on his lap and your head was facing away from me.”

“Go on.”

“Only if you keep sucking. OK, so. I’m behind both of you, you’re giggling and trying not to squeal. He was trying to get you to admit something. What was it?”

“Tell you later. What? I can’t suck cock and talk at the same time!”

She went back to her task. My knees hurt, so I lay back. She leaned over me and took me back into her mouth. I held my hips up for her so she wasn’t trying to give head underwater.

“He slapped your bum, quite hard I think. One of your buttocks was already red, the other was pink. He said “Say it!” Or something like that. You giggled no, he slapped you again. And you went “Enough, OK” then said something I didn’t hear. He said “Good girl.” Then he put his hand between your legs.

“Mmm, I remember. I was so wet. What did you do?”

“I jacked off.”

“Like this?” She jerked me now.

“Mmm.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yes.”

“Oh really? Where?”

“In my swimmers.”

She laughed. “Is that the only time you’ve jacked off thinking about me?”

“No. Little sister, if you knew how much jizz I’ve spent fantasising about you…”

“Oh, that’ll get you a reward mate. What do you want?”

“Right now, I’m not gonna cum but I want us to just be here naked together.”

“Fuck. That’s lame, romantic and boring. Wouldn’t you rather fuck your sister?”

“I don’t think…”

“Well I’m gonna try.”

We splashed and wriggled into position, I was sitting with her in my lap facing away. She leaned forwards until I was in her, then arched her back. She gently ground against me. In that position her tits begged to be fondled, and I eagerly did so. For the first time I felt how they were at the same time yielding but firm, quite heavy. They were utterly beautiful to me.

I stayed hard but didn’t cum. The feeling was delicious though and I revelled in the feeling of my sister’s fleshy glove encasing me, milking, pulling and pushing at my shaft. Rosie’s excitement rose slowly, I wasn’t even aware she was close until she tensed, her thighs twitched inwards twice and she gasped out a rippling orgasm on my cock.

It faded quickly; “Oooh that was nice. So tell me little brother, what fantasies do you have about your big sister?”

She was still on me, I was still hard in her. I fondled her breasts and decided to go for broke – test her limits.

“Oh, I already told you one.”

“Which was?”

“I’m gonna spank you.”

“Oh yeah. What else?”

Her hands were on the tops of my thighs. She leaned forwards a little. She bounced on my cock now and I figure she was trying to make me cum after having a little climax herself.

“OK. Alanya Masöz Escort We dealt with the peeing thing.”

“Yeah. Something new, something I don’t know about.”

“Well, um.”

“Just fucking say it, will you?”

“OK. Three things”

“These your favourite fantasises?”

“With you, yes. One: I wanna fuck your bum.” No reaction, she still fucked me as if I’d said nothing. I went on: “Two, I wanna fuck you in public. And three, I wanna piss on you, fully dressed, also in public.”

“Mmm. Interesting. Deal on one condition.”

“What?”

“I get to piss on you in public too. And I have another to add.”

“Which is?”

“Which is a surprise for the right moment.”

I wondered briefly what it could be but my cock began to burn. Rosie felt my increased excitement. She reached down and cupped my balls, still gently riding me. I was very uncomfortable but I was going to ejaculate and that took over my senses, as it always does.

“OK Sam. Cum in your sister.”

I tried to say, as part of our game, “yes your majesty” but I only got as far as “Yesss.”

I pushed up. She kept her hips and ass in place, I fucked hard and fast into her. The water sploshed all over, then the sensation peaked and my hot goo began its journey.

I splashed inside my sister’s cunt. I spasmed, thrust, spasmed again until I was spent, all the time my mind kept repeating her phrase: ‘cum in your sister’…”

I collapsed back, still inside her. Almost immediately I felt the pain of cramps. We untangled from each other and got out of the bath. I reflected briefly that it contained her piss, her pussy juices and my semen. I smiled like only those who engage in incest taboos would know.

We ran the shower, which was unfortunately too small for both of us. I washed in there, Rosie attached the ancient shower head to the bath taps and stood in there washing herself.

In seconds she’d discovered the ‘jet’ setting and played it on her clit. I watched her, drying myself. “Jesus girl are you ever satisfied?”

“I haven’t been this horny in, well ever. When I do this…”

I saw her shudder as she put the jet in her pussy. The water cascaded out of course. I asked “What’s it like on your clit?”

“Too powerful.”

I got into the bath and stood in front of her. My cock was flaccid but I needed to piss and I’d had an idea. Her face questioned me. I simply said: “Try this then.”

Looking down she saw where I aimed my cock. She aimed the shower jet away, then had another idea. Reaching behind me she shot water up my ass. It wasn’t exactly horny, but it felt great. I took it off her and placed the nozzle just below her anus. As she cooed and wriggled, I pushed out a stream of hot piss that hit her clit front-on. She opened her flower for me, and I made sure to hit her clit with my stream. She held my hand to steady the jet of water I was spraying up her bum. I saw a pained look on her face, which I now recognised as the face of building desire.

Still I pissed on her clit. When my bladder was empty, Rosie clung to my shoulder with one hand while the other assisted my aim. We played the jet into her ass, into her pussy, obliquely over her clit. She frigged her button furiously. I helped with two fingers in her box. Between us we stimulated every erogenous point and hole she had down there.

I smiled as I watched her tits shudder, her shoulders shake, as she came briefly again.

Afterwards, we broke the last awkward taboo which we hadn’t yet crossed. Rosie kissed my lips, I kissed her back.

“Wow. Who knew a hose could be so sexy?”

“Oh I knew little brother. Not the fist time I’ve used one.”

She was full of surprises. “OK. So tell me. Honestly. Back when you wanted me to watch you pee, is that all you wanted?”

“Hell no. I wanted you to fuck me too. And now you have. Sammie? This might have happened a long time ago if not for, well, I guess we had to try the normal before the taboo broke through.”

I hadn’t been able to formulate those thoughts before, but she was right. Now that it was a crystal clear thought, I knew the truth of it. It was destiny.

I pulled her into a hug. The hose still splashed warm water between us. I only had one more question I wanted to dispense with.

“Rosie, I hurt so bad when we caught my girlfriend and your husband together. But I never asked how you felt.”

“Same. Hurt. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I bet they’re not having half the fun we are.”

We Alanya Öğrenci Escort turned off the water, dried, and ordered pizza for lunch. Rosie flashed the delivery driver, pretending her towel had come undone. I laughed and told her she needed to be punished.

The pizza was getting cold, but I put her over my knee. Lifting the towel, I slapped her bare behind. It hardly made a sound.

“You call that spanking, I’ve had worse… OWWW!”

I slapped hard, immediately leaving a pink patch behind. She rubbed it. I pulled her hand way and slapped the other side.

“Oww! Fuck.”

“You want me to stop?”

She rubbed her butt but said: “Not yet. I’ll say when.”

I think I spanked her on each buttock four times before she put her hands there and said “Stop! Oh fuck. Put your fingers in me. I’m dripping!”

She was right. Still over my lap, I looked at the angry red patches I’d left on her bum while I shoved three fingers in my sister’s pussy. They went to the third knuckle easily. Wet slickness oozed from her, over my fingers. She was pushing her hips at me, fucking my fingers. I had an idea. With my thumb I pressed against her clit, and with my other hand I crooked my middle finger over her butt, pressing her knotted asshole until it yielded and I fingered her there, too.

She stiffened as my finger probed her ass. Her hands, that had been rubbing her sore ass cheeks, now opened them for my finger.

“Oh fuck yes. I always wanted to be double-fucked.”

“You haven’t been yet…”

I Bent her over the chair, got behind her, and placed my cock at the tight hole of her ass. I pushed, my cock bent painfully. Gripping it to keep it straight, I pushed it into her pussy for lubrication then tried again. This time I eased it past the obstruction. Rosie was sweating, trying to relax her sphincter muscles to let me in.

Half-way inside her butt, I leaned over her. “Fist yourself. If you wanna be double-fucked, now’s your chance.”

She contorted her arm and wrist to make it happen. Looking down I saw her four fingers, up to her knuckles, pushed hard in her cunt. My cock pressed against her last resistance, it yielded, and I gasped as it slid into her impossibly tight, hot asshole.

My breath was in her ear. She leaned her head sideways to look at me: “You dirty Pervert. You’re fucking your own sister’s ass!”

“Is she loving it?”

“Oh yesss.”

“Talk dirty. What are you doing to yourself?”

“I’m finger-fucking myself.”

“Where?”

“I’m finger-ff-fucking my cunt while my brother’s cock is up my ass.”

“Mmm. Not ‘finger-fucking, is it?”

“N-no. I’m fisting my cunt. And my brother is -ooh – my brother – oh fuckkk. I’m fisting my cunt and my brother is fucking my – aaahhhsssss!”

She almost head-butted me as she came. I felt her fingers sliding past my cock through the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. Incredibly, I felt my own jizzum boiling yet again, so much had her words inflamed my deepest fantasies. She pushed back, I pushed forwards so hard that I thought my foreskin would rupture, then I felt a warm gush against my thighs as she squirted.

My cock pulsed in her ass, gently, as I emptied my balls. Rosie’s orgasm was intense but short, then she took her hand out of her pussy. Half a minute later she pushed against my hipbone to get me out of her, saying “Slowly, it hurts.”

My cock had already started to deflate so the outward journey was easy. I watched her ass pucker closed as my knob left it, drawing a tiny white pearl of my cum with it. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed.

She got up awkwardly. I helped her to sit on my lap. She pulled the towel round herself and looked at me.

“Sam. That was really nice. But I’m sore now. Think you can leave me alone for a while?”

“Not sure.”

She giggled. In truth I was sore too. That last encounter had left me drained, I wondered at the impossibility of so many erections, ejaculations in such a short period.

“You know Rosie, I can’t believe how hot you get me. Before, I was lucky to cum twice in a day. I’ve cum buckets with you.”

“Hmm, I know. I don’t always cum at all, but I keep sort of flicking into little ones with you. And that one yesterday! I thought I’d faint!”

“Maybe it really is because we’re brother and sister. Naughty is nice, forbidden is fantastic. And incest is incredible.”

She kissed my forehead. “So you’re a fuck-poet now? Incest is supposed to be an ugly word, but I think it’s not any more.”

We washed our hands and returned to the pizza.

“It’s cold.”

“Not really. Here.”

She gave me a piece. We ate in silence, except for knowing glances and giggles.

I thought my sister was the sexiest creature alive. I knew it to be true when she reminded me: “We’ve still got to do stuff in public…”

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My Sister Jen Pt. 03

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We moved to the head of the bed and crawled under the covers. Both girls on either side of me with their head on my shoulders. It was completely unreal if you really allowed yourself to think about it. Here was my younger sister and her 19-year-old nanny in Jen’s marital bed. We had just finished a kinky session of fucking not 24 hours after I fucked Jen and her best friend in the pool house.

After 10 minutes or so of just laying there, all of us just reliving the experience, Gabby got up from the bed and said she was going to go clean the living room and head to bed. The kids would be up early and they would come into the guest room looking for Gabby. She came over to Jen’s side of the bed and kissed her lightly, then looking at me she said “You don’t want to get caught here by the kids either.”

She was much more mature than her age, I guess living with a carefree spirit like her mom instilled a sense of responsibility in Gabby. I nodded her way and told her that I would be headed back to the Pool House shortly.

After Gabby left, I turned to Jen, “So, you want to tell me how this all happened?”

Jen sighed, then sat up against the headboard. I followed suit so we were sitting side by side.

She began:

You know, when I was a kid, mom figured out I was pretty good at gymnastics. It began there. What started out as a hobby, turned into a job at 9. Just after you left for college, mom pushed me into a semi pro schedule with one of the best gymnastics’ coaches in the nation. I excelled. The coaches were tough, but I was even tougher on myself.

I knew early on I was a perfectionist. Within a few months I was winning meets. Within a couple of years, I was practicing 4 hours a day, 6 days a week. I was on the national team when I was 14 and Bela Karoli wanted me to come be on his team and practice at his gym in Dallas. Over that summer, I grew 8 inches. My dreams were dashed of ever becoming a Olympian, but I never gave up.

I got the scholarship to UCLA and I was team leader my sophomore year. That’s when I met Jim. He was as goal oriented as me. We graduated and married and soon afterwards we had kids. He was successful in his business and encouraged me to open my first boutique. But as with anything, I over excelled and now have 8 total stores. Jim’s business is doing beyond even our own wildest dreams. To say it mildly, we are rich, happy and still in love as much as that first day we met. Then three months ago, L Brands approached me. They wanted to buy the my boutiques, my brand and roll it out nationwide. The offer is a staggering amount of money and I would stay on to become the brand spokesperson. It was beyond our wildest imagination.

The night of the meeting with L Brands, Jim was out of town. I needed to talk to someone, so I called up Kiko. I went to her house and we celebrated. I always knew Kiko was bisexual, she would tell me about some of the swinger parties her and Tad would go to. They tried a few times to get Jim and I to go, but it just wasn’t our thing.

I was drunk and on cloud nine and one thing led to another and Kiko and I were on her couch making out like high schoolers. It was the first time since I kissed another person since my freshman year of college. We ended up in her bed and she made me orgasm like I haven’t in years. Over and over again.

The next morning, I woke up with a hangover and a serious case of regret. I had cheated on Jim. We had a perfect life; I love him more than anything in the world. And here I was a slut that cheated on my husband with his best friends’ wife!!

I went home and cried for three days. I couldn’t move from the bed. Jim was seriously thinking of committing me. I wouldn’t tell him what was going on, he just thought I had gone off the deep end.

Kiko came over and asked Jim to take the girls to the movies. She tried to reason with me, she tried being nice. When I wouldn’t even acknowledge she was there, she got pissed. She grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into her pussy. She told me that I should learn to eat her pussy, because if I didn’t, she was going to tell Jim that I had cheated on him. I relented; I couldn’t have her tell Jim.

I was ashamed, and worse than that, I got excited. After I made Kiko cum, she ripped off my panties and fist fucked me. Telling me all sorts of dirty nasty things, telling me that she was raping my pussy. The next thing you know I was cumming all over her hand, and not just a little, but I squirted. That was a first for me. The orgasm affected my whole body, I’ve never felt that way before.

Afterwards, we sat and talked, kind of like you and I are doing now. We figured out that I was so focused on life and such a task master, that I never worried about my own body’s desire and needs. Kiko told me that she always sensed that I would be submissive in bed, the opposite of my normal everyday personality. Kiko was dominate in bed, but in her daily life she is subservient to those around her, she explained that it was very common in people to have this personality Alanya Grup Escort trait. Jim and I have a vanilla sex life, and while I love him dearly, I have found that I have a need that he will never be able to fill.

Over the last few months, Kiko has taken me on a journey. She has taught me to allow myself to enjoy this new side of me. We mostly role play here at the house, but she has taken me out to a few lesbian bars and allowed me to be used by the women there. She had planned on getting Titus and Amanda to rape me at the party, the thought of Titus being a bull and fucking me with his black cock got both of us so hot that we fucked on her kitchen counter while the guys were in the home office. Too bad they had second thoughts, afraid if Jim and Tad found out and they weren’t certain that Kiko was telling them the truth about what a slut I’d become.

That is when you caught me with Kiko in the pool house bedroom, she had taken me there to tell me that Titus had backed out. Now I’m glad he did, I’m happy that the first cock, other than Jim’s, was someone that loved me. I don’t know what to do, I feel like I’m being sucked into a hole and I’m out of control. I have so much to lose, but I just can’t help myself. I’ve turned into a depraved whore. God, I must get ahold of myself.”

I sat silently for a few minutes, letting her story seep in before responding. She way laying on my chest, I could feel the tears dropping to my skin.

“It will be OK, I promise.”

I had no idea if it was going to be OK. This was all new territory to me.

“I just think we inherited a high sex drive, and yours is showing itself for the first time,” I sighed. “A few months ago I was in a Janesboro, you know the town about 50 miles from where we grew up? I was there for a business meeting and I was going to drop in on mom and dad the next day and surprise them. I was at dinner in this nice steakhouse with my customer, and when I was coming out of the bathroom I ran into mom. She was dressed in a short black dress and her long legs were covered in very expensive silk stockings. You know mom got a boob job, right? She was showing them off in that dress and she must have had injections in her lips, as they were huge. I’ve never known mom to wear a bunch of makeup, but she had it caked on like a stripper, her big fat lips were painted in red lipstick. I almost didn’t recognize her; her silver hair was cut short in a bob. She was totally surprised to see me there, to say the least. She was there with two men, both about my age. Now, mom is hot for being in her 60’s and we know dad’s health has taken a turn these last few years. She admitted to me the next day that she had picked up the two men on Tinder, and that she fucked both of them at the same time that night. She swore me to secrecy, and you are the first person I ever told. I told her as I’ve told you, you are an adult, it is your life. I’m not here to judge you, especially if you knew half of the things I’ve done.”

Jen raised up off my chest and looked at me, “Mom with two guys? No way.”

“Yeah, I still have a hard time believing it myself. And I must tell you, when she told me about her night, she looked me right in the eye. No shame and she told me details you wouldn’t tell a sorority sister. I had to get her to quit as I was getting hard as she was telling me about it.”

“No way innocent, PTA President for 9 years in a row mom is out doing threesomes with two younger guys.”

“Yep. And not a bit ashamed of it either. If I didn’t know any better, I thought the way she told the story was done in a way to make me get excited.”

“It appears the memory is getting you excited,” my sister says as she moved her hand beneath the sheet to my hardening cock. She whispered, “I think my big brother wants to fuck his mommy, you dirty motherfucker. It wasn’t enough for you to nearly split your innocent little sister in half with your gigantic cock when you raped me, but now I find out you want to fuck the grandmother to my children? You are a despicable son, our mother is the most innocent person I know. And you want to put this thick cock in her tiny little pussy?” She was now jacking my fully hard cock while she talked her filth. She scooted down and put the head of my cock in her mouth, licking the precum off of it into her waiting taste buds.

“I bet she has gray pussy hair, you disgusting prick. She’s a grandmother and has been faithful to our father for 45 years,” Jen then thrust her head on my prick, taking the first few inches into her mouth. She bobbed on my cock for a few minutes while playing with my balls. She then licked my cock from the root to the tip, covering my cock with her spit.

She swung her legs over my torso while aiming my cock to her pussy, she pushed the tip into her tight cunt while looking at me in the eye. “You are so big, god, I don’t know how you got all of this cock in my pussy.” She began to thrust up and down on my cock, trying to impale herself on my thick member. “I bet you want Alanya İranlı Escort to rape our mother too, don’t you? Walk up behind her while she’s in one of her ugly house dresses and pull it up and stick you thick prick into her old pussy. God I can’t believe how depraved you are.”

She had most of my cock stuffed in her pussy and her pussy was excreting so much juice that it was pooling on my abdomen and groin. “You like fucking your brother? You are a dirty cunt. Just like our mother, nothing but a whore. You know she took one of those guy’s cock in her pussy and one in her ass at the same time? Not only did they spit roast her, but they double penetrated our sweet loving mother.”

“That’s so hot,” moaned my sister.

“Yeah, and not only that, but she then sat at the kitchen table in the house we grew up in and looked me in the eye and told me all about it. She gave me details Jen.”

“She’s such a slut. I can’t believe our mother is a slut Bob,” she rolled off of me and put her face on the pillow and her small ass in the air. “Fuck me from behind Bobby. Fuck me and pretend I’m mom.”

I lined my dick up to her pussy and slowly sank my 7″ into her tight hole. She had loosened up from our previous fucking and I bottomed out in her shallow pussy, my head of my dick against her cervix. Jen turned her head and looked back at me, “Fuck me Bobby, fuck mommy’s pussy.” She thrust back into me and gasped, “God your dick is so big.”

I wasn’t going to last long, the visual of my beautiful skinny sister’s body and her calling me Bobby. My mom is the only one left on earth that calls me that. Her body and her voice so like my moms had my cock believing I was fucking my mother.

I had my hands on her thin hips and slamming into her, my sweat dripping off my forehead and into my eyes. The sting causing me to close them, making the dream that much more real. I could feel the cum bursting from my balls, flooding my sister’s pussy with another torrent of seed. “Take my cum you slut,” I half screamed as I filled my baby sister.

I was wiped out. I wasn’t a young man any longer and fucking multiple times a day had me wheezing for air and my heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest. I fell to the bed and just tried to slow my breathing and my heart rate. I glanced over at my sister and she hadn’t moved. Her right hand was reaching her clit and she was furiously frigging herself while moaning and squeaking. “I’m gonna fuck my mom and I already fucked my brother. God I’m such a slut,” Jen moaned as her body shook from her orgasm.

I closed my eyes where I laid, on top of the comforter at an angle on the bed. Within seconds I was asleep.

Gabby came into Jen’s room at 5:00am and woke me up. She had brought my swim trunks from downstairs and told me I needed to get to the pool house before the kids got up. I groggily got dressed and headed out the back door and went back to sleep.

I awoke the next morning and got dressed in my Suit and headed out for a couple of meetings. Nobody was in the main house, Jen having gone to work already and the kids and Gabby off to Gymnastics. I made a cup of coffee to go and got in the Lexus and went to downtown Atlanta.

The meetings went well, although I think I had a very slim chance of landing the business. Too much politics in play at both companies. I headed back out to the suburbs and arrived back at Jens about 4:30pm. I parked the Lexus in the garage and noticed matching Lexus parked in the driveway. I entered the house and walked into the kitchen where Gabby was busy cleaning up a mess left by the kids after they had an afternoon snack. She was dressed in daisy dukes and a white bikini top. She wore a ball cap with her hair out the slot in the back in a pony tail.

She smiled, “Well hello there Uncle Bob, how was your day?”

“It was good, but I need to get out of this monkey suit,” I said as I headed for the patio doors.

“Hold on there cowboy, we have an issue. Brenda showed up a couple of hours ago.”

Brenda was Jim’s mother. Well, actually his step mother as his birth mother died from cancer when Jim was about 10 years old and his father remarried a couple of years later. His father died a few years back but Brenda was still a very active part of the family, so much so, that they built the pool house for her long visits.

“Just showed up?” I enquired.

“Yeah, she was down at her place in Mexico and apparently there is a hurricane coming so she jumped on the first flight she could. She called Jim and he let Jen know about it, but as we both know, your sister had a busy night last night and must have forgotten to tell us about it.” She smiled a knowing smile at me while she relayed that last part.

“Shit, I guess I’ll get a hotel.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jen and I talked, there is a Murphy Bed in Jim’s office, I’ve already got it all setup for you and have moved your clothes in there.” Then she whispered, “And if the bed is not comfortable, you can always Alanya Manken Escort sleep with me.”

“I’m gonna go get changed and have a beer, I’ll figure out the sleeping arrangements later,” and I headed to Jim’s office, shutting the big double doors behind me. The room was massive, maybe 30′ x 30′, with windows that overlooked the pool. It had a large desk facing the windows, and the wall behind were a library of sorts, but with mostly his sport memorabilia on them. Off to the left was a queen sized murphy bed, already made. Off to the right was a full bathroom with a shower. On the bed lay the Fedex package with my shirts and my luggage. I grabbed my swim suit and a Tshirt and went and had a quick shower and changed. I picked up the shirt package and brought them out to the kitchen, where Gabby was watching TV across the large living room.

“Do you know where Jen keeps her iron? I need to iron a couple of shirts.”

Just then Brenda walked in from the patio through the French doors. Brenda is in her late 40’s and is the epitome of a trophy wife. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice DD tits, long tanned legs, a bubble butt and she’s had every surgery known to man, I think. She is a little plastic looking, but the few times I’ve met her she has a very cool and engaging personality. She isn’t a bubble head. She is a twice over widow, losing both of her husbands to cancer. The thing that stands out most about her is her love for Jen’s two kids. She would do anything for them.

Today, she was wearing a short blue sundress and high heeled sandals. Her hair is up in a pony tail. Her tits look to be trying to come out of the top of the low-cut sundress and her tanned legs seem to go on forever. She is about 5’6″ and 130 pounds.

“Hi Bob, good to see you,” she says as she walks over to kiss my cheek. I could smell the rose scented shampoo as she leaned into to me.

“Good to see you as well Brenda. You are looking great!”

“Thanks, it’s hard and expensive to beat back the stroke of time,” she winked at me, “Sorry we kicked you out of the pool house, but this hurricane was going to leave me stranded, so I hopped on a plane as quick as I could.”

“That’s what Gabby was telling me, and it isn’t a problem, I’ll crash in Jim’s office. I may be wrapping up my business tomorrow anyways, so it’s not a big deal.” My eyes drifted from her face to her large cleavage and then back to her eyes. I tried it to not look to obvious, but I wasn’t bashful about looking if she wasn’t bashful about showing off her tits.

“That’s so sweet of you Bob,” she replied. “And for being such a good sport, I will iron your shirts for you.”

“Thanks Brenda, but I can do it if I just knew where the iron was.”

“Nonsense, I have one in the utility room of the pool house, it will only take a few minutes. You go relax by the pool and Gabby and I will iron your shirts and hang them in Jim’s office,” she smiled at me as she went to go retrieve the package. Her and Gabby walked out the back door with me following them, I headed towards the pool house patio where I had my ashtray and sat down and lit a cigarette. A few moments later, Brenda came out from the pool house with a beer in her hand. She bent at the waist, her dress falling away just enough from her tits that I could see her nipples and she handed me the beer. “You should really quit smoking Bob, it isn’t good for your health.”

I never looked her in the eye as I took the beer from her, staring at her thickening nipples as I opened the beer. “Thanks Brenda, I really should. Smoking is the only vice I have left, I gave up chasing loose women a few years back,” I laughed.

“You are a funny man Bob, enjoy the beer. We will have the shirts ironed in a few minutes and then we can catch up,” she walked back into the pool house shaking her ass.

“Damn,” I thought to myself. I had gone maybe 2 months without fucking anything but my wife, and now I have yet another hot woman hitting on me. There must be something in the water here.

I sat alone and drank my beer and smoked a few cigarettes. The girls exited the pool house with my shirts freshly ironed and Gabby said she was going to hang them in the hall closet for me. Brenda had two beers in her hand, and she sat on the love seat opposite from where I was seated and handed me one of them.

We sat and talked for a good while. Her telling me about her place in Cancun, whereas she told it, the other residents of the neighborhood where either old retired folks, or young college age kids on vacation. She said there weren’t any people “our age” there. I told her about my business and how it was growing and filled her in on Sherry and her exploits.

“You are a lucky man Bob, Sherry is not only gorgeous, but very successful in her own right.”

“Yes, I am, and she’s not bad in bed either,” I joked with her.

“Who’s not bad in bed?” I turned my head to see my sister standing there, having arrived home from work and walked into our conversation.

Brenda and I both laughed, “Sherry,” I said.

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear. Hi Brenda, glad you made it in safe. And Bob, sorry about kicking you out of the pool house,” my sister said faster than needed to be. She was dressed in a classy A Line dress and small heels, decked out in some of her own brand of luxury clothing it looked like.

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“So, what did you think? Be honest with me, did you enjoy it or were you just going along with it to keep me happy?”

“Are you serious? I get to fuck my hot girlfriend, in bondage, with a toy in her arse and you ask if I just did it to keep you happy. Really?! I can’t wait to do it again!”

It had been a day of firsts and things had escalated quickly since Sarah had stroked my arse hole in the shower and mentioned a love of bum sex and a bondage itch which she wanted to scratch. One quick shopping trip later and here I am staring at her, still wearing a basque and unbuckling the collar she’d been wearing while we tried out her purchases.

“Again, huh? How do you want me? Where do you want me?”

“I have a few ideas. You’ll see. Well, maybe you won’t if you want to be blindfolded again.”

“Mmm, I think I probably will, you know. Just the thought is making me wet again. Grab the iPad and let’s watch some porn for inspiration.”

“As if you need help!”

We settled beneath the covers, Sarah still wearing her basque but sans heels, and I passed her the iPad.

“Pornhub first?” she asked.

“You’re the expert it seems – lead the way!”

I knew were to find porn of course but I was intrigued as to what Sarah had watched before and I guess Alanya Esmer Escort how much of it, too. What was she into? What did she want to try next?

The first movie she chose was of a blonde tied up and being serviced by two huge cocks. She wore just heels and a collar (I probably should have expected Sarah to zero in on this sort of thing after what we’d just done) and her hands were cuffed behind her while a belt around her torso pinned her arms to her body. Hmm. The first guy held her roughly by her hair while she sucked vigorously on his cock. The second held her thighs while he slammed into her from behind.

Sarah’s hand disappeared under the sheets. “Scroll down, find me something with a ball gag and anal.”

“How’s this?” I said, tapping on another video. In this another woman, blonde again and wearing a latex catsuit, sat tied to a chair, her arms behind her and a red ball gag – much like ours – buckled tightly in her mouth.

“I like that, we have to try it!” The duvet jiggled as Sarah rubbed her clit.

“Try what? The chair or videoing it?” I joked.

“Maybe both. Bum sex now please. Come on, find me something. Heels too, ideally and some kinky pants.”

After a minute I found what I think she was looking for. Yet Alanya Eve Gelen Escort another blond in shiny thigh length boots and a corset was getting fucked up the arse by a huge, shaved cock.

“I’m sorry, I can’t compare with that,” I said.

“Your cock is perfect, I’m not complaining,” she said, reaching to me and squeezing my hardening cock under the sheets. “Besides, I’m not sure I want anything quite that big up my bum!”

We watched a few more videos before Sarah tossed the iPad to the end of the bed and climbed astride me. “I was going to give you a blowjob but I need to feel you inside me again. Is that okay?”

“Always!”

“Come on then, let’s see what you’re made of”

She reached between her legs, giving my cock a couple of firm strokes before guiding the head to her wet, waiting hole. “Ready?” She asked before sinking down on me, taking the whole length and grinding on me.”

“Fuck me!” I gasped.

“Oh yes,” She laughed, “I certainly will” before slide up off me and plunging down again. “Mmmm, that’s just what I needed,” she smiled. “Pinch my nipples, now”

Sarah knew I loved playing with her tits while she rode my cock an she increased pulled away from me which pulled on her nipples as she increased Alanya Evi Olan Escort the speed with which she fucked me.

A strand of her fell across her face and I brushed it back out of her eyes.

“Pull my hair. I want you to pull my hair.”

I took a handful of hair dirty blonde bob with my left hand and pulled her down towards me, still twisting her nipple with my right.

“How’s that”

“Good. Maybe a little harder. Be rougher. Pull me hair, twist my nipples and slap my arse. Please, treat me like a slut. I’m a dirty slut for you.”

I slapped her arse with my hand while still keeping a firm hold of her hair. Again, and again before return my attentions to her nipples.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it. Come on, fuck me faster. Harder. Harder!”

I thrust up into her, lifting her up off the bed, before rolling her off me onto her back. I pinned her hand down over her head with one hand and thrust into her again.

“Yeeees, that’s it, fuck me, harder!” She shouted at me, alternating her dirty talk with grunts as she came hard beneath me.

I pulled out of her and while still pinning her arms sat astride her chest and wanked myself furiously with me free hand. “Open wide!”

Sarah’s tongue stuck out just as I came hard, splashing cum across her tits and face and once I’d squeezedthe last drop from my cock I scooped up a dollop from her chest and smeared it across her lips. “Treat you like a slut, you said!”

“And I meant it, that was wonderful, babe. I love your cock.”

“I love that you love my cock”, I laughed. “Same time tomorrow?”

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I wasn’t even supposed to be out there on the beach, I had planned on spending the day fishing miles away at a river I liked.

It would be cooler there, it was hotter than the hubs of hell already and there were no signs of it letting up.

I had just thrown my tackle box and a couple of fishing rods into the back of my beat up Suburu when the phone rang. It was Terry, a friend of mine. I liked him in an odd way, he was always trying to drag me to places I didn’t want to go. I would resist but that doesn’t work with him, he manages to sidestep everything I say and I end up at some stupid ball game or party somewhere.

But I also always end up having fun, so it’s not too bad. He calls me a “stick in the mud” and I guess it’s true, I like being out by myself, it’s peaceful.

“Yea, come on. There are women everywhere!” He said, like I gave a shit. I had had a girlfriend named Tami but I came by her place one day to find her on her back, legs in the air and my other buddy Roy Hill’s cock stuck in her.

That kinda ended that. Roy and I had a little set to about it. I could understand maybe a stranger but he claimed to be my bud. So we knocked some hide off of each other, I don’t know for sure who won but he looked like shit afterwards.

Well, I guess I looked like shit, too.

Of course Tami went into the “I’m sorry!” and “It just happened!” complete with honest to God real tears streaming down her face.

I think she liked my z06 Corvette and the fact I pulled down around 100G a year.

I told her to take a fucking walk.

Now here was Terry bugging the shit out of me to go sweat on some goddamned beach, get sunburned, and sand up my ass in the hopes of meeting another stupid cheating broad?

No way in hell!

We took my z06 Corvette, it wasn’t a long drive, maybe 30 miles. We had 2 six packs in a little cooler, some blankets and a radio, that was about all that would fit in the trunk. I rolled down the windows, turned the air conditioning up to max, let the cool air blow past us and out. Bob Segar was wailing away on the CD player as I rolled out onto the freeway and ran her up to 75 mph.

Heads turned to look at us as we rolled into the parking lot, my z06 is always close to Concours show quality, it gets attention. Getting out of the car, the hot air hit me like a damned blast furnace, I wanted to get right back into the car and go home.

But Terry grabbed the cooler and blankets and was already headed down the stone walkway to the beach, so I sighed and tagged along.

We found a spot that wasn’t covered up by arms, legs, and snotty little kids running back and forth and generally raising hell.

Quite a few of the women were topless, it seems to be getting more and more normal on beaches. Hell, just 10 years or so ago if some gal bared her tits on the beach all hell would break loose unless it was a nude beach.

Now they were everywhere, and there were quite a few that would be better off keeping something on.

One gal was sitting on a blanket maybe ten feet away, she was packing a good half dozen Thanksgiving dinners extra and had a huge set of saggy boobs. She seemed proud of them, too, she kept arching her back and pointing them our direction to see if we noticed.

Terry and I pretended to be blind.

I was starting to sunburn, of course Terry had no sunscreen and sported a pretty fair tan already. I was damn near a virgin to the Sun, my snow white ass was going to be pink and peeling if I didn’t do something.

So I hopped up and headed down the beach to see if I could maybe borrow some. I hadn’t gone more than 200 feet when I spotted this girl sitting on a blanket all by herself. I looked around for the over muscled male protector, not wanting to get the proverbial sand kicked in my face.

I didn’t see one, so I headed her way. Besides, I can outrun damn near anyone on the planet.

“Hey!” I said, brightly. Great opening line, huh?

“Hey, Alanya Fetiş Escort back!” she said, looking up with a smile.

That was encouraging, at least I didn’t get the usual, “Get lost asshole!”

“I was hoping you had some sunscree….” my voice trailed off as I took a closer look.

She was sitting with her legs folded under her fanny. Her body was slim, muscular like she must work out constantly. Her hair was straight, falling down just past her shoulders. The top of her suit seemed to barely contain her breasts. Now some gals look like they are shoved up and out, and some look round and high, almost not normal. Her suit had two simple straps over her shoulders, the cups of the top looked like her breasts simply sat in them, best as I can explain that.

Natural, normal. None of this pasted on look I hate.

I guess I stood there with a nice bright smile on my face for a full 30 seconds, at least I didn’t drool.

Well, I don’t think I did.

“Yes, I see you are burning. Sit down!” It was a command.

I sat down, she squirted some lotion into her hands and began to spread it on my shoulders. I just sat there. She spread it over my stomach, told me to roll over. Down my back, my legs, she even lifted the edge of my suit and went an inch or so inside the top of it. I was stretched out thinking of the way she looked, thin facial features, nose a bit peaked, nice high cheekbones.

Sweet flare of her hips, voice like a melody, I almost dozed off.

“Hey!” she said, patting my shoulders.

I sat up.

“Thanks!” I started to get up. I never was very good at going to the next step with women, somehow it always seemed like they were the ones to do that. I would try but then I would be sure my nose was running or my tongue would stick to the roof of my mouth and I would sound stupid.

Either that or I would be sure my breath would knock a Mexican that just ate a purple pepper Fajita flat on his fanny.

She just smiled. I started to head back to Terry, but I was hesitating, waiting for something, some opening.

Too fucking stupid to realize she had just had her hands all over me.

Where was the “What’s your name?” “What do YOU do?” “My name is Dan.”

Good grief.

“SMILE, stupid!”, I thought.

I cleverly stood there looking at her, and I cleverly realized I was getting a boner right in front of her.

“Cool move, idiot!” I thought, turning my back just in time.

“I’m Sara.” she said.

“Dan. Hey, thanks.”

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Another clever reply.

“Aren’t you going to ask me for my phone number?” She grinned and made the beach seem suddenly too bright.

“Oh. Yes. I..sure. Got a pencil?”

I looked down at her hands, holding a note pad and pencil.

“I see you do..Uhhh.” I gave her my phone number, she wrote it down, then tore off the top sheet and handed it to me with hers.

“Thanks!” I headed back up the beach. Terry was yapping away at some bimbo with fake hair, fake boobs, and a fake tan, so I plopped down on the blanket and popped a beer. I waited for him to strike out which he did right on schedule, he plopped down, too.

“Where did ya get the sunscreen?” He asked.

I told him about meeting Sara, of course he had to go check this out even though I told him to leave her alone.

So I watched as he ambled down the beach pretending to look at the seagulls and the sky. Terry and Sara seemed to be talking when he finally got real close, then he came back down the beach and sat back down.

He didn’t say much after that, we just watched the women running around, boobs flopping everywhere. One thing I know, spend just one day at a typical family beach and you will know why women wear bras.

Finally we had had it, Terry was scoring about average with the ladies, zero like normal. We got in the Vette and headed out.

“Isn’t she cute?” I said, absentmindedly, Alanya Gecelik Escort my mind on Sara.

“Who?”

“Sara.”

“The one down the beach? Are you nuts?”

“What do you mean, nuts?”

“Hell, her behind is big as a barn, her nose could be used to chop wood, she has a gap in her teeth and one tit is bigger than the other!”

“Oh, bullshit!” I yelled at him, thinking of the smile she had given me.

“No bullshit, you are out of your fucking mind, that one is a dog!”

I swerved off the freeway and pegged the brakes so hard the seatbelts yanked us both back into the seats.

“Goddam it, she is cute!” I glared at him.

Terry shut up, he knows me pretty well and when I get that tone it’s best to not push. He just waved his hand, I popped the clutch and hit 6 grand in the first three gears. By the time we got back to Terry’s place I was wondering why I even got upset.

“Hey, come on in, I can call Jen.” Terry said.

Jen is a gal who can suck the cob right out of an ear of corn and leave the kernals, and she loves to do it. But she is also a bit of a tank and I wasn’t in the mood.

“Naw, I am heading home.”

“Hell, you are a lot of fucking fun today!”

Terry shut the door carefully, he knew better than to slam it since I had already taken him down and sat on him once before for that.

I headed off for home with a roar. I parked the Corvette, got out my wiping rags and my little bottle of spray cleaner and wax, buffed off the bugs and any spots I could find. I was just finishing up when I heard my phone ring.

“Fucking Terry.” I thought, and ignored it.

I thought about the girl, Sara. I tried to get a picture of her in my mind. Terry was right, she did have a gap in her front teeth, her ears stuck out, her nose was thin. She was skinny, too, even though her behind was a bit on the full side.

I didn’t notice the one tit bigger than the other bit, though, and I had looked since the tops of them were in plain sight sitting in her bikini.

Oh, well. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and popped it, just then the phone rang again.

I grabbed it, prepared to yell at Terry about bugging me.

It was Sara.

“Hey!” she said.

“Hey back!” I answered.

“Weren’t you going to call me?”

Hell, it had only been maybe 3 hours.

“Uh..yea, sure…I..I have been busy.”

“Why don’t you come over, I am making Tacos. We can maybe listen to some music or something?”

“Sure, love to!” I got the address, showered in record time, and jumped into a pair of slacks and sports shirt. Sara lived just 3 miles away, I did it in about 3 minutes. She was sitting on the front porch when I pulled up with a roar.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“I..uhh…I needed to take a shower.”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Your car, what kind is that?”

“It’s a Corvette.”

“Oh, one of those penis extension things, huh?” She laughed.

“I..no…It’s a..I like it.” I said, lamely, knowing damn good and well that she had nailed that.

“Come on in.” I followed her inside, checking out her behind as I did. Terry was right, it was a bit on the big side compared to the rest of her. Sara glanced back and caught my look.

“I ride bikes.” she said, her voice a bit defensive.

I kept my mouth shut. She showed me to a couch, got a pitcher of what I am sure was koolaid, poured me a glass. She bent over the coffee table when she did, her pullover top was loose and gapped open. I was treated to a nice view of her breasts. They seemed to dangle there, I could even see both of her nipples. I took a sip, she stood up and smiled at me.

“Like those?”

“Like what?’

“My boobies.”

“I wasn’t looking.”

“Liar!” She grinned and went into the kitchen. She was back in seconds with a big plate of tacos. She sat down on the couch next to Alanya Genç Escort me, picked up a taco and took a bite. We ate nearly all of them, not saying a word. I could feel the warmth of her body close to mine.

Then she leaned against me, pressing her right breast into my arm. It felt so soft, I was completely aware of her touching me.

“Want to see something?”

“Sure, what?”

“Just sit there.”

Sara got up and went into a side room, I thought it must be a bedroom. She came out wearing a long black evening gown, it had a sheer panel in the front that showed the tops of her breasts. She stuck one leg out, it was split up the side all the way to her waist.

“You like?”

“Yes.” All I could do was stare.

“Be right back.”

Next she came out in a flowery dress, high neckline with ruffles, snugger at the hips and flowing lower into a flare.

“How is tbis?” She gave me that bright smile again.

“Nice.” I was getting confused.

I was treated to an array of clothing, then she came out in a miniskirt and halter top. I looked at the halter top, it somehow balanced her body because of the way one side lay criss-cross over the other. I was beginning to understand.

“I design clothes.” she said.

“For people who have less than perfect bodies.”

“Oh.”

“My body isn’t balanced.” She was looking me right in the eyes, trying to read me.

“It…it looks fine to me.”

“Would you like to see?”

“See? You mean..?”

Sara smiled, reached behind her back and untied the top. She slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it into the chair. She stood there naked to the waist, waiting.

I looked at her, her left breast was smaller than the right, by quite a bit. The right one sagged slightly, causing her nipple on that side to be oval shaped, while the other stayed firm and round. I was starting to get an erection.

Sara looked at my groin and smiled.

“You did that on the beach, too.”

Then she reached to her side and tripped a catch, the miniskirt dropped to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. I looked at the mass of dark pubic hair, understanding why she wore fuller suit bottoms than many of the women on the beach. I realized that not all that I was looking at was hair, she had a mass of flesh between her legs, it actually seemed to droop downwards a full inch or so.

I started to get up.

“No. Stay there.”

I sat back down.

She came closer, watching me closely. I could not stop my body’s reaction, I was now fully erect. Sara reached down and undid the front of my slacks, opened then. Her hands went into the tops of my briefs, she let her fingers brush up and over me.

“Lift up.”

I lifted my hips as she yanked my slacks and briefs down to below my knees. Then she straddled me, lifted up and pressed down. It was like I was shoving myself into a warm soft glove, she moved lower and I could feel her lips part and spread out over me. Then she lifted up, it was like she was sucking at me.

“Like this?” she smiled at me.

Hell, what could I say, my head was spinning. My arms went around her, then back, feeling her breasts, her arms, her shoulders, her hips. I was in heaven, unable to stop or even slow myself, I blasted off inside her.

After a few minutes, Sara hopped off and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm wet towel. She carefully washed me off. She turned my penis this way and that, inspecting it carefully as it began to grow again in her hands.

Then she sat on the couch and lay back, opening her legs. I looked her up and down, reaching out to stroke her rubbery lips, touch her nipples. She lay there and watched me tease and play with her, finally I could stand no more, I slid up on top and took her again. This time I felt her body begin to respond, then explode into an orgasm of her own. I realized that she had not the first time.

Later we lay wrapped in each other’s arms.

“How did this happen?” I asked her.

“I decided at the beach.”

“At the beach? Why?”

“You were perfect.”

I rolled over and pressed my firmness against her, probing for her opening. She reached down and guided me, I pressed.

Perfect.

“So are you!” I told her.

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