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Sneaking out of the bathroom was easy enough, explaining to my mother why I was rude enough to leave a guest sitting alone in the house while I showered was another story. Slice- or Sybil, as I learned her first name was when I introduced her to my mother- stayed for dinner so she would have a chance to discuss business with Sammie and me in the privacy of my room. Throughout her time there, Slice barely put down the controller to my old Super Nintendo even as she talked about the possibilities of hiring me for a good time every now and again.

I ran outside when she left, catching her at the sidewalk and continuing with her away from the house. “Listen, I have to ask about Connie.” I told her and was instantly met with rolling eyes. “I just want her to know I wasn’t paid for that night.” That actually wasn’t a lie, I refused to take the money Sammie tried to give me after that night. “Everything I said and did that night was me. It was real.” We walked along in silence for a bit longer and I realized we were heading for a bus stop. “I could give you a ride home, you know?” I offered just before Slice plopped down on the metal bench and checked her watch.

“Nah.” She answered. “I paid for a bus pass, so I might as well use it.” Slice leaned back and laced her fingers behind her head. “Besides, I’m not sure how Connie would react to seeing me get out of your car, especially as late as it already is.” I frowned and I know she saw it. “Listen, she doesn’t hate you.” She explained. “She’s scared okay? You’re the first guy she’s kissed in like… years. She wanted nothing more than bring you inside that night and let you do things to her that nobody’s done since… well… you know.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know.” I sighed and watched my breath float away in the dark. “I don’t care about her eye.” I felt compelled to keep talking. “I mean it was a shock, but it’s like… well that all it was; a shock. It was a big deal for all of about a second, and it’s over.” I looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. “Are you gonna tell her you were with me today? I mean, the ‘free sample’ and all?” I asked, worried although I wasn’t sure why.

“She knew I was coming to see Sammie.” She avoided the question like a pro. “If she asks, I won’t lie to her, but she probably won’t ask.” Slice stood up when she saw her bus coming down the street. “Maybe I’ll let her know what she’s been missing for the past three months.” She blurted out with more blush than she intended to show. She stood on her tippy-toes and pecked me on the lips. “See ya around, sausage delivery specialist.” She told me before stomping up the steps to the bus.

“That was fast.” Sammie accused as I passed her on the stairs. When I didn’t reply, she turned and came up them after me. “I hope she didn’t drain you too much, I have something lined up for you tonight.”

I sighed and turned to stare at her. “With my face still busted up?” I asked, pointing at my eye. Sammie nodded. “Seriously? Wow, Sam, you have some desperate friends.” I told her. She flipped me off but we were both smiling. It wasn’t too hard to hammer out the details once we were in Sam’s room, sifting through the girl’s facebook page. It was a straightforward deal, her roommates weren’t home, and she was horny.

Sammie and headed out the door, quickly explaining we were going to get some icecream and slamming the door behind us before any more questions could be asked. “Her name’s Lara.” Sammie reminded me as she drove her car to her friend’s apartment complex, “Her place will probably be a mess and smell like old incense.” She went over a few other things before I told her I could handle whatever happened. When she pulled into a parking lot she grabbed my arm before I had the door open. “If you see a cat, do no touch it.” Sammie warned. “Seriously, that thing is fucking evil.”

“Noted.” I said and leaned across the seat for a quick kiss that turned into my step-sister and I rubbing tongues for several long seconds. By the time our lips separated, I was more than ready to get out of my pants. Sammie grinned and shoved me out of the car, shouting the apartment number after me. I climbed the stairs trying to adjust my jeans and boxers with each step. The apartment was easy to find, it was the one with heavy metal blasting so loud it shook the door. I beat on the door several times, wondering if there was even the slightest chance of Lara hearing me. Just as I was about to try again, the music snapped off and the door jerked open and a round face with huge dark eyes and chubby cheeks appeared in the oddly lit space beyond the doorway.

Her hair was a tangled mess of dreadlocks with strips of bright red ribbon woven into them, and it hung down around her face like a mane. She wore a tight black tank top that wasn’t doing much to contain her breasts and a short red plaid skirt that wasn’t doing much to hide her ass. There were also red and black fuzzy legwarmers around the bottom of her legs and a matching set hanging off her elbows and over fethiye escort her hands. “Jason?” she asked, somewhat out of breath. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her bare stomach and I wondered what she had been doing.

“That’s me. I’m guessing you’re La-” I was cut off as her hand shot out and drug me inside by my jacket. I nearly tripped over something, but Lara didn’t even notice as she led me through her apartment. The odd light was coming from several black lights hanging around the living room, and I noticed a much larger one suspended from her bed room ceiling. She spun me around at the foot of her bed and shoved my coat off my shoulders before ripping my shirt up over my head. I barely had time to protest before she had my pants undone and all I got out was “Whoa!” as she pushed me back on the bed with enough force that I was still bouncing when she jerked my boots off and my pants and boxers soon after them.

I looked around the room quickly as my dick sprung up without its cloth prison holding it down. Sammie was right, the room was a mess, and the bed smelled like sandalwood. Before I had a chance to register much else, Lara-still dressed- had crawled up on the bed over me and was already rubbing the tip of my pole up and down her extremely wet slit under her skirt. “Oooooo!” She moaned long and loud as she dropped her weight down on me, impaling her thick pussy lips on my cock. I reached my hands out to grab her hips, but she smacked them away and held my wrists tightly down on my own stomach as she started grinding down on me.

In the weird light, her pinkish skin was stained dark brown, and her teeth were glowing. The furry things she wore were set ablaze with color that seemed to glow against everything else in the room. Lara’s pussy was already gushing juice on my cock, and I could feel her tunnel twisting around me with each off-balance gyration of her hips. She was moaning like she’d be stabbed as she ground her cunt down harder, forcing the head of my cock to poke at her womb and me to groan through gritted teeth. She stopped for a breath and I could feel her pussy throbbing around me, slick liquid was running down my balls and smearing across my stomach.

Before starting to ride me again, Lara whipped her top off, baring her swaying tits to me. She let me decide what do with my hands this time, placing her own on my abs and poking me with her nails as she started rocking and twisting her hips downward, filling her hot tube with meat and stirring it up. I went for her tits, squeezing and groping them; cherishing the weight of them in my palms and the hardness of her nipples on my skin. Pinching one of the erect little nubs granted me a growl of pleasure from her and I instantly felt her pussy squeeze me tighter. “Like that, huh?” I gasped and sharply tweaked her other nipple, turning her growl into a cry as she threw her head back, almost pulling her breasts away from my hands as she drove my dick deeper up inside her body.

I sat up, holding her around the back and sucked one of her tits into my mouth, catching her nipple between my teeth and lashing it with tongue. I freed a hand and instantly assaulted the opposite breast with my fingers, tweaking and pinching while Lara held her head back and howled. I could feel her cunt seize up, trying to suck me back deeper into her, so I laid back, pulling her upper body with me so I could continue torturing her tits while thrusting up into her greasy little pussy.

Lara’s dreadlocks hung down over us, making a black and red cave inside her already dark bedroom. Her hand knotted in my hair and pulled, which only added to torsion on her nipple, making her screams rival those of whatever band she had blasting out over the neighborhood before I arrived. Lara’s arms started shaking and her eyes clenched shut soon after, and I could feel even more sloppy fluid coming out of her pussy, coating my cock, balls, and legs in slickness.

With a congratulatory grunt, I rolled us over and released her nipple from my mouth. Lara frowned and started to caress the obviously sore extremity, but was soon lost back to moans and cries as I started pounding my hips into hers. I grabbed her by the chest and held her down, mauling her tits as I forced my dick into her again and again. “Yeah! Fuck me!” she yelled. She grunted and groaned and thrust her hips in rhythm to mine.

I felt her dig her heels into my back soon and I narrowed my eyes at her. “Fuck me!” she ordered and dug her nails into my wrists. In retaliation I twisted her nipples sharply towards each other and drove my cock deeper in her. She released one wrist to smack me in the face. “Fuck me, I said! Is that all you got?” she screeched. I let her boobs go and wrenched her ankles out from behind me. I held her legs vertical in front of me, still thrusting into her slick little box, and folded them back towards her head, lifting her ass off the mattress and boring my cock down into her. “Oh, fuck yes!” she hollered.

I held her by the hips and escort fethiye drilled into her, sawing past her slit and deep into her closely trimmed pussy. Her screams had devolved into wordless stutters with the occasional “Fuck!” for good measure and her inner walls were pulling on my way out and squeezing on my way in, going crazy trying to keep up with the abuse my cock was giving them. I felt her nails dig into my hands and she yelled out “Fuckin hell, you’re gonna make me co-” this time it was my turn to cut her off as my dick rubbed the right spot inside her and launched her into a quaking series of wordless shouts.

I did my best to keep pace with her, but once her legs started bucking against my chest, I leaned back on my knees and let her keep fucking herself on my cock. Her spasming pussy was squeezing and teasing every ripple and vein in my dick and I was trying to tell her I was about to cum, my voice was lost behind her screams of ecstasy. I kept my dick inside her as long as I could- relishing the wet heat sliding all over my shaft- before I jerked away with a grunt and shot a rope of cum across the bottom of her slit. She pulled me back against her, pushing my dick up along her lips and across her clit as she kept humping me and I kept spurting all over her crotch and the inside of her too-short schoolgirl skirt.

After we both caught our breath, Lara was slowly stroking my dripping dick where it rested on top of her mound. “You could’ve came in me.” She pouted. “I’m on BC.” Then she proceeded to roll off the bed and help me gather my clothes.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” I told her before I dressed. She left me in her bed room as I put my clothes on and walked out to see her crouched in the floor in front of her laptop giggling and talking in a low voice. She looked over at me with a grin and sprang up, pushing me away from the computer and towards the door.

“Here you go,” she said plucking a stack of bills from a key holder next to the door, “four hundred, plus a tip.” Lara pulled me close and pecked me on the cheek. “See ya cutie.” She chirped and shoved me through the door, slamming it as soon as I was outside.

Sammie was waiting in the parking lot looking at something on her phone. “Here.” I said, handing her cut of the money to her as I plopped into the seat. “What are you looking at?” I asked when she didn’t take the money. I craned my neck to see as she was reluctant to actually release her phone and let me get a closer look. I squinted into the small screen and instantly recognized Lara, talking about her first experience with a ‘hookerman’ even pausing and showing the camera her crotch, still splattered with my jizz when someone protested she was faking. “Jesus Christ.” I spat. “How many times am I going to end up on the internet because of this shit?”

Sammie glanced up from her phone for a second. “Relax, she never said your name and the camera never saw your face.” She returned her attention to the phone while she spoke. “She does a live show every other night, usually just playing with herself, modeling, dancing; shit like that. I told her about you and she thought it would make a good show if she let everyone listen in on her first time paying for sex.” Sammie typed something on her phone and shut down the video feed. “It worked. I mean she made over a grand off of the show tonight already.” She explained to me and I suddenly felt silly with my $450. “Imagine what she’d bring in if she had the camera where it could see you two.”

I sighed and shoved the money in my pocket. “Can we please just go home?” I asked, feeling lied to and more used than usual after getting fucked for money. I shook it by the time we pulled up to a Baskin Robbins to complete the illusion that we actually did go out for icecream. I told myself I did my job and I enjoyed it immensely, so I shouldn’t care how much Lara had raked in.

The next morning, while Gracie and our parents were at church, Sammie and I prepared a quick breakfast and talked business at the table while we ate. “Any other girls that’re willing to overlook a swollen face?” I asked, shoveling egg into my mouth.

Sammie sipped her orange juice and thought. “Maybe two.” She answered. “One’s still deliberating the morality of paying for sex.” She stopped to take a bite of toast with bacon laid across it. I looked at her with raised eyebrows while I chewed. She knew what I was asking but didn’t answer until the food was almost gone. “The other,” she spoke with a grin, “is sitting right in front of you.”

I smirked and pushed our plates back before grabbing Sammie and lifting her small body onto the table. Her skin was salty and soft under my lips as I kissed up her thigh, opening her robe to reveal the pale naked flesh underneath. I pushed her legs further apart with my face so I could get close enough to run my tongue between the folds of her bald slit. Sammie sighed and leaned back to give me more access, propping herself up on her arms so she could watch my mouth go fethiye escort bayan to work on her pussy.

As I worked my tongue between her pale pink lips, I was instantly reminded of Katie’s description of my sister’s pussy and smiled while I went on eating her out. She was tender between my lips and warm on my tongue, with her savory juices coating my mouth. I moved my tongue up to her clit, poking and stroking it to bring it out further from its hiding place inside her slit. Sammie moaned and I felt her shudder. Looking up at her I could see chill bumps racing up her body and her pierced nipples already pointing towards the ceiling.

I ground my chin against her pussy as I continued to lick and lap at her hard little button, and ran my hands up her sides to slowly cup and stroke her breasts. Sammie shuddered more and I saw her eyes nearly close as she moaned between her teeth. When my fingers reached the tungsten rings through her nipples and gave a small tug her head flew back with a choked scream and I felt her twitch and throb under my tongue. Her knees hooked around the edge of the breakfast table and pulled her crotch against my mouth as she gasped for a breath.

“Oh, God.” I heard Sammie whimper before one of her hands left the table and found a new place on the back of my head, pressing my face into her gushing pussy as she pushed her hips in rhythm with my tongue lashing on her clit. I pulled her nipple rings up towards her face and twisted slightly, which made her roll her head back around, now screaming at the attention I was giving her body.

I sucked and licked at her slit until the hand knotted in my hair relaxed and Sammie was laying flat on the wooden table with her other hand gently rubbing my wrist. I stood slowly, kissing my way up her stomach to her chest as I a rose. Stopping to pay extra attention to her obviously tender nipples with my mouth before continuing to her neck and then to trace the hard ridges of her ear with my lips. Sammie shuddered and giggled under me as I made my way around the few flat rings permanently implanted on the outsides of her ear, and I felt her legs rise up and wrap around me as I moved to kiss her, playing with the steel bar in her tongue and tracing the sharp ends of her modified smile.

She managed to push the waistband of the track pants I had slipped on before breakfast down with her feet, forcing me to interrupt our kissing so I could laugh at her eagerness. She laughed herself, but added “Stop giggling and fuck me!” once my boxers were also out of the way. A few misplaced thrusts had us laughing again, but once I wedged the head of my cock between her glistening wet pussy lips we both decided moaning was more appropriate. We locked eyes for as long as we could as I pushed deeper, burying my manhood inside Sammie; as our hips met, her eyes closed and she shuddered out a “Ooooohh…”

I was in no hurry as I slowly pulled away from her, feeling her inner walls squeeze me and try to keep from losing their filling of flesh. I watched her face as I pushed my dick back in; her lips parting to moan and her head tilting back against the table as her hips rose to meet mine. I ground my body against hers, spreading her tight passage around my shaft, forcing the head against her cervix, and feeling her nails digging into my back. It was an agonizingly slow wave of pleasure each time I pulled my cock from Sammie and reburied it, throbbing, inside her quivering pink tunnel. “You feel so damn good.” I growled out just as I started to refill Sammie’s cockpit. “I never want this to end.” I added as she gasped and moaned with the feeling of my dick opening her womb.

Her arms went from around my shoulders to around my neck and Sammie pulled me close for a long hard kiss while she rolled her pelvis up at me, bending my shaft to touch every part of her it could. Our kiss barely broke for breath we continued our slow sex; pressing our sweaty bodies against one another as liberal amounts of lubricant flowed from her box and coated my tool as it slid in and out of her, rocking her taut pale body back and forth on the kitchen table. Then came a sound from her, a mewling inside her throat, trapped behind our lips and tongues, as her pussy clinched around me and her hips rocked with a new urgency.

I made a fist in her hair, pulling her head back and latching my mouth to her neck inches above where I had scarred her months before and driving my cock inside her with increasing fervor. Sammie’s fingernails once again dug into my skin as her voice erupted into gasping screams and her slit sprayed my waist with girl cum. While her insides were still quaking, I dropped to my feet in front of the table, and pulled her to me, impaling her on my dick again.

I held her roughly by her hips and rocked in and out of her, slapping her ass with my balls each time my cock bottomed out inside her. Sammie stared up at me with a scream frozen on her lips, and her hands found mine, squeezing my wrists almost as hard as her pussy squeezed my dick as her pert little tits bounced back and forth with each thrust. Her knees slapped against my side as the scream caught in her throat finally freed itself, and her cunt gave my stomach a fresh coat of orgasm juice.

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Mid March

It was just over two months since my wife was killed in a car accident.

I had spent two days with Monica, my maid. The first one she cleaned the house and that night we spoke about a new working arrangement.

The second day we got sexually acquainted.

Monica demonstrated her deep throat skills on me, tried on some sexy bathing suits, had her pussy and ass waxed, her asshole bleached, had her pussy eaten a couple of times and took me deep throat over the edge of the bed, something I had never had done before. She had also been rubbed to an orgasm by a female, a totally new experience.

The next morning I took off for Arizona to enjoy four games at Spring Training.

There are three guys I consider my closest friends, and we meet several times a year to golf, go to sporting events and we talk a bit of business too.

This was the first time I’d seen them since the funeral although I didn’t say anything about the insurance payments, the lawsuit or Monica.

I like to drive over from LA, it’s an easy ride in my Lexus and that way we don’t have to rent a car to haul our clubs to the various golf courses we play.

It also gives me time to think.

Before I left for Scottsdale I texted Monica, I’ll see you next Tuesday morning at my house, It will be a three hole day for you so be ready.

I got thumbs up in return.

I texted a second time: everyday with me will be a three hole day for you.

Monica replied with three happy faces.

Between the golf, the baseball games, good food and drink we had a lot of laughs.

I didn’t get back to LA until late Monday night. By the time I got into bed it was after midnight.

I’d moved into the guest bedroom on the first floor. Sleeping upstairs in the master bedroom was emotionally too hard.

I found that I slept better in hotels than in my own house.

Before I slipped between the sheets I popped a big blue pill to handle the next day’s events. I wasn’t taking any chances.

Monica showed up bright and early Tuesday morning. She found me in bed still asleep.

Naked, she crawled into bed with me and I dozed off.

There is not a much better way to wake up than with your hard cock snuggled in the crack of a naked female ass and both of your hands are overflowing with firm bare titty.

I was tempted to roll her over and fuck her but I didn’t want her to think we were more lovers than anything else.

I’d taught her how to make coffee the way I like to drink it. Half and half, no sugar.

Laying in bed, still half asleep, while I had my first cup of coffee Monica proceeded to suck me off.

She pulled the covers off of me and started by kissing the tip and running her tongue around it.

She also licked at my balls.

My dick responded, earning a nice smile from Monica.

On her knees, between my spread thighs, she looked up at me and said, I missed you Mr. Jack, may I please suck your cock and swallow?

Good girl I thought, she follows directions well.

It was a memorable blowjob, highlighted by her taking sips of coffee and then engulfing me in her very warm mouth.

She used her tongue and fingers extensively on my balls, gently rubbed my starfish and then slowly started pumping her mouth up and down my cock.

She used her deep throat skills which marmaris escort I fully and gratefully appreciated.

Monica got me overheated pretty quickly and I held her head down as I pumped my cream down her throat.

I had missed the fantastic feeling that being the recipient of a deep throat blowjob brought to my new life as a widower.

She was surprised by the amount I spurted and I told her I hadn’t cum since the last time she swallowed — last Wednesday.

Monica asked, did I please you, Mr. Jack.

I smiled and said yes you did, and you will be pleasing several times today before you head home.

She got herself a fresh cup of coffee and still nude, proceeded to take a warm washcloth and remove her red lipstick from my slowly shrinking cock.

She spent some time cleaning my balls and my starfish which I appreciated.

We went outside and showered in the warm spring morning.

She was in a frisky mood and I had my hands all over her.

We kissed a lot and I asked if she had been playing with her waxed bare pussy since last week.

Monica replied she was constantly masturbating thinking about Susan’s massage and me eating her pussy.

I asked Monica if when she was playing with herself she imagined Susan licking her and she grinned and said she had. I filed that very interesting thought away.

I had her spend more time washing my cock, balls and crack.

When she was finished washing and drying me I asked if she was ready.

She grinned and said she was.

But, she said, it looks like you need some help, Mr. Jack.

With that she grabbed me by the hand and took me to the hot tub.

There, I had her revive my cock with her always ready mouth and her fantastic tits, until she got a nice rise out of me.

She took her time, getting me big and hard was her goal.

It didn’t take long and we headed indoors, my bobbing erection following her tanned ass back into the downstairs bedroom.

I had her lay down on the bed and I massaged her shoulders, neck, back, feet, and legs then got to work on her butt.

I needed for her to be relaxed.

I started by rubbing a nice oil all over her ass.

I massaged her from the outside in, working on her gluteus before I got to her crack.

I refer to the ass crack area as the canyon rim, canyon walls, canyon floor and the rosebud.

Forgive me if I repeat this in my stories, but doing this has been a game changer in my relationships with women. Massaging a woman’s ass, especially her most hidden spot, opens them up, no pun intended, to a complete and fulfilling sexual union for both parties.

I asked, in a soft voice, Monica, please pull your cheeks apart for me.

I continued the massage by getting a finger into her ass, then a second, and finally a third.

Then, I lubed myself up and proceeded, after a few tries, to get the head past her tight ring.

Monica never asked me to stop, that it hurt or she didn’t want to do it.

It was slow going and she would tense up and I would coach her to breathe and relax.

There were some tears, some grimacing and some groaning but she was a trooper.

After a few more minutes I was able to get my dick in almost all the way.

Monica said she felt full, and I said it’s not all in yet.

Breathe and relax, you’re doing marmaris escort bayan great.

Slowly, I pulled out and firmly thrust in.

Monica whimpered and I soothed her by saying I will go slower.

Pulling in and then out, I started to build up a rhythm.

Adding more lube to ease the way.

She began to push back, getting into it and became vocal about how good it felt.

Between gasps she confessed she had been trying different things in her butt to help her get ready for the ass fucking I was now giving her.

She shared with me that bananas didn’t work in her ass but did in her pussy; the best thing was an English cucumber, long and narrow.

She also said she had her daughter give her an enema so she would be nice and clean for me.

Monica really got into it. What had I unleashed?

I pulled out and flipped her over, pulled her legs up and stuck it in her slightly gaping ass again.

I was being overly liberal on the lube. I didn’t want Monica to fear me fucking her ass – I wanted her to enjoy the sensation, the pleasure and the experience.

Well, she got into it big time, pushing back and rubbing her pussy and clit, pulling her nipples telling me deeper, deeper.

She came first squeezing down on my cock which intensified my pleasure.

Her river flowed as she shook.

The look on her face was priceless. Her hair spread out in the pillow, dampened by sweat, a face of combined pleasure and pain.

Sort of a hurts so good.

I couldn’t hold back and thrust as deep as I could, blasting my second load of cream that day deep into her back door.

When I stopped thrusting I pulled out and looked down on her smiling face.

She said you can fuck my ass anytime, Mr. Jack. Anytime.

Monica said I want to practice with you more so I can really please you when you fuck me there.

I got off the bed, and headed out to the outdoor shower.

Monica followed me, and very slowly washed my cock clean of her anal matter and juices.

When she finished I gently pushed her to her knees and said please check to make sure I am clean and use your mouth.

She looked surprised for a second, then smiled and did what I asked.

When she was finished she assured me I was very clean.

I wanted her to get in the habit of cleaning me with her mouth, with a goal of her doing ass to mouth for me.

I had her fix us a small late breakfast and then went to my office upstairs.

Monica put on one of her new suits and cleaned the hot tub and pool.

She’d been cleaning her own pool so I thought I would take advantage of her skills.

I let my pool guy go but told him our relationship was not over yet, that I’d be back in touch with a business proposal that he would like by the end of the month.

Monica watered the few plants that were left in the back and also hosed down the patio.

Before I sent her out front I had her put on a long tee shirt and her sandals.

The task was to sweep then hose down the porch and driveway.

I didn’t want the neighbors complaining about her lack of clothing.

My male neighbors wouldn’t say a word — they’d be wondering what a lucky S.O.B. I was.

But their wives would have a conniption fit if they saw her just wearing the suit she had on under the tee shirt.

When she finished escort marmaris I sent her to the car wash to get my Lexus cleaned from the trip.

I had her stop at the store and get a few items.

When she had returned after also filling up the car with gas, I got her back on the sofa watching the video clips.

Nude.

I was upstairs working with the office door open and could hear her working her fingers on her hairless pussy.

She got excited and came twice before I went downstairs with a nice bobbing cock.

Monica looked up at me, spread her legs and said Mr. Jack would you please fuck me? How do you want me?

I said right here and right now, and her mouth wet my erection and then I took her missionary style on the sofa.

Monica was so wet from her masturbating orgasms I slipped in with a single thrust.

It was a perfect fit.

Her pussy lips gripped me tight and she whispered, I hope this is how you want it, hot and tight, before she kissed me deeply.

My pussy is yours. For as long as you want it. Whenever you want it.

She groaned, she started fucking me back as her eyes watched my face which displayed the ecstasy I was in.

Even though I had already come twice that day, I couldn’t take much more of this.

It just felt too good.

It was if her pussy was custom built for my sexual pleasure.

I pumped her for a few minutes and then pulled out, before I exploded.

Taking her by the hand to each room downstairs in the house, we continued our fucking.

There were a few times I was becoming overheated and so I stopped and pulled out of her.

When that happened she put her mouth on my whole cock and kept it warm while I reduced my temperature.

Meanwhile, she was masturbating furiously searching for another orgasm.

When we finally got to the bedroom I told her I was going to drop my first load in her pussy so I lifted her legs up so I could plant it deep.

I started pumping hard and fast, now impatient to squirt inside her hot wet cavern.

Monica looked up at me and said I have been waiting forever for you to fill my pussy.

I almost passed out when I came.

It wasn’t a big load but I pumped her until the last drop of swimmers were on their way.

I rolled off of her, panting and Monica crawled between my legs, taking her time to slowly lick our juices off my deflating cock.

She paid special attention to my balls, telling me she wanted me to give her a big load tomorrow.

I gently pushed her head down to my asshole and said I need for you to lick this too.

I wasn’t being a jerk about it, I was simply trying to see what her sexual boundaries were, and candidly, I was trying to maximize my own personal pleasure.

Between her tongue cleaning my cock, her mouth and fingers massaging my balls and her tongue licking my asshole, I got hard again.

I pulled her up to ride me cowgirl and it took awhile but I gave her a second load in her pussy, it was a better fuck than the first.

That’s the way I found lovemaking to be, the first time is good, not great. But each time gets better. You just have to keep at it.

We quickly showered together and I sent her home and told her to come back tomorrow to clean the house. She kissed my cock goodbye and I patted her on the ass as she left.

She texted me before she went to bed that she was still dripping from both holes.

And that she was still masturbating like crazy, the vision of Susan licking her pussy was something that got her off every time.

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Sitting on the balcony, watching the moon rise up over the water. Maybe it was the wine from dinner or maybe it was the moon, but something was causing that familiar feeling to creep up again. A warm summer breeze drifted in off the water. As it rippled the fabric of her dress she noticed her nipples were starting to harden and push their way through her dress. She stood and walked to the edge of the balcony, leaning over and stretching her body against the railing. Turning around, she looked at her lover with a gleam in her eye.

Silhouetted by the rising full moon, he could see her body through the thin dress she was wearing. Playfully she ran her tongue around the rim of her wine glass and then around her full red lips. “I want you to take me right here, right now,” she said very seductively. Smiling, her lover rose from the chair and walked over to her. He put his arms around her and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and with a devilish grin started to dance in the moonlight. Slowly, seductively she moved around the balcony, her dress flowing in the breeze. As she swayed and marmaris escort dipped in the moonlight she began to pull her dress up, hinting and teasing of things to come. Each time it came up a little bit higher until it was just below the top of her legs.

She stopped and stared into her lovers eyes seeking approval to continue her dance. His eyes were riveted to her legs and the edge of her dress. She came over to him and stood directly in front of him. He leaned forward but she pushed him back. She moves closer and straddles his legs as she sits in his lap facing him. Her dress is now bunched up around her waist and he can feel her heat against his legs. He slides his hands up and down her legs and then moves them up her sides, sliding the dress up with them.

Raising her arms she lets him continue to slide the dress up her body until it falls behind her on the floor. Now she is sitting on his lap naked in the moonlight. She is hotter than she has ever been in her entire life, every fiber in her body seems to be alive. She stands, turns and leans over the balcony, her ass glowing in the marmaris escort bayan light. She wiggles and squirms, and he can see her juices glistening along her slit like glitter in the moonlight. He stands and drops his pants and lets his cock spring free. He touches her back lightly with his tongue and runs it up and down her spine, she whimpers and moans and pushes her ass back trying to reach his cock. It is now his turn to tease.

His hands slide up and down her sides as his tongue slides up and down her back. Each time he reaches her neck he gives her a little nibble and she can feel his cock pressing against her. She is so wet and so hot that her juices are starting to run down the inside of her thighs. Feeling her moisture and heat he grabs his cock and guides it to the entrance. He stops as soon as the head is in place, she can feel it throbbing at her entrance. She puts her hands on the railing and pushes herself back onto his hot cock, burying it inside her in one quick motion. She throws her head back and yells in a moment of pure animal lust as she feels his cock filling her escort marmaris up. He grabs her hair and pulls her head back again, kissing her deeply as he rams his cock back into her. They start to move as one as their bodies move back and forth.

The night air drifts across their naked bodies and adds to the intensity of their passion. She can feel her orgasm building as he slams in and out of her, his cock throbbing and swelling with each thrust. It won’t be long for either of them as they continue their naked tango. She turns and tells him to cum with her, in her, on her. He tells her he is almost there and as he is saying it he grabs another handful of her beautiful mane and rams his cock hard and deep inside of her. She opens her eyes and sees the most brilliant full moon in front of her as she starts to cum. Her entire body seems to explode as wave after wave washes through her. His cock is slamming into her and spurting hot cum inside her with each stroke. Just when she thinks its done another wave washes over her and she cums again. He pulls his cock out and shoots cum over her back and on her ass. She collapses across the railing as their mixed juices run out of her and down her legs.

She looks up and sees the moon again and smiles, thinking to herself, “Another moon dance that I’ll never forget.”

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I arrived at the home of my final customer for the day, boy was I tired. I had finished pre-inspections on five other houses, in 98 degree weather. I guess it could’ve been worse, I could’ve been digging trenches around houses in the rain.

I dragged myself, sweaty and exhausted, to the Townsend’s front door. After ringing the bell only once, there stood in front of me a sight for my tired eyes.

“Is Mrs. Townsend home?” I asked the young lady.

“No, My mom’s not home,” she replied. “But she said you were coming and that I could let you in.”

I entered the home and began inspecting the property. I was looking for evidence of termites any and everywhere. As I went throughout the house, searching with my flashlight, the talkative female followed my every step.

Almost finished, I walked toward the arched entry of the kitchen. I needed to check under the sink, then I could go. I didn’t really like the idea of being in the house alone with the customer’s young daughter, even if Mrs. Townsend said that it was o.k.

I knelt down, looking under the kitchen sink.

“You know…my mom’s not coming back any time soon.” The female said.

I slowly lifted trabzon escort my head from beneath the termite-free cabinet and looked at her.

It was the first time that I truly paid close attention to her. Rushing to get done for the day, I had been all about the business. The crotch of her cotton stretch shorts were staring me in the face.

“Damn!” I thought to myself.

It must’ve been all over my face because she then smiled and asked me a question that left me speechless.

“Do you want to see it?”

If I hadn’t already been still on one knee, I would’ve been floored by her boldness. I ignored the question and asked one of my own.

“How old are you?” I asked while staring at her pertruding camel toe.

I was left wishing that this female was older, more my own age, but at least she was of consenting age. Just then, she pulled the thin cloth from left to right, exposing a bush that set my dick on swoll! Speaking of swollen, this chick must’ve really been getting off on being so pushy, because I swear that I could see her pussy lips swelling right before my eyes.

She moved closer to me.

“Do you like it?” She asked in a much trabzon escort bayan softer, quieter voice.

Normally I would’ve been the mack! But not at the moment, I couldn’t find the words. When I opened my mouth, all that came out was my tongue. I gently touched it to the tip of her clit. Immediately, she gasped.

“I guess you do…uuummmm….like it.” She moaned.

My tongue began to slowly flick the moist tip of flesh. Her hips pushed forward. I could tell that she wanted more and it wasn’t because she began to beg me to take the entire clit into my mouth.

“Suck on it!” She groaned as her hairy mound started grinding against my open mouth.

“Can I see yours, since you’ve seen mine?” She asked, breathless.

Since she was about to come, I had to oblige her. She had been watching me rub my hard dick in my uniform pants since she first started humping my face.

I released it from the open zipper. What relief to have it free! Her eyes rolled up under her eyelids after she saw what I was packing.

“Ooh-baby!” She groaned again.

“I like that!” She told me.

A bit of pre-cum was just oozing from the head of my dick escort trabzon and she licked her lips.

The thought of coming all over those pretty, full lips made me eat her little young pussy until she began to shake.

She lifted her right leg above the counter and rested it there.

“Come on baby….get this hot pussy!” She told me.

I didn’t hesitate to come up off of my knees and drove my hardness straight up into her wetness! Her pussy was fat and hot against my skin. I almost came instantly but was able to pump her several more times before I couldn’t take it any longer. We both began breathing heavily and coming at the same time. I pulled out of her jumping pussy and squirted my load all over the floor, beside her foot.

If I hadn’t been exhausted before arriving at this house, I was definitely ready to pass out now. We had some small talk, which included the exchange of cell numbers, before I signed the invoice, handed her a copy and left.

I returned to my truck and placed a few items in the back. I noticed the blue Mercedes-Benz pulling into the driveway. It stopped and the tinted window came down. Inside was Mrs. Townsend.

“Hi there!” She got my attention.

“Hi.” I simply responded.

“I tried to get back before you showed up, are you all done here?” She asked me.

I couldn’t help smiling as I thought about the ‘inspection’. “Yes ma’am. I serviced everything in the house.”

THE END

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Mrs. Wilson

“Thank you Billy for a lovely evening, and allowing me to play and tease your friends tonight. Harry needs a girl to fuck. That’s for sure. When I reached to shake his hand I knew my top would far forward and my boobs would follow, but I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes pop out like a frog. I thought he was going to faint!”

She smiled and ended that memory with a big giggled. She paused before continuing, “Then when I was showing him how to dance to a slow romantic song I could feel his cock enlarging, so I danced a little longer with him pressing my body into his, and bang, his hard penis poked me in my thigh. I decided to push back on his cock just so he would know I felt it. When our bodies untangled I saw that he’d cum inside of his trousers. I could see the wet spot where he poked me. That boy really needs a girl to fuck.”

Ginny removed her top and I could see how poor old Harry was taken by surprise. “I bet he’s never seen a set of jugs like yours Ginny. You blew him away.”

“Remove your pants and briefs Billy, Ginny is going to give you a blowjob that will pop your eyes out like Harry’s when he saw my hanging fruit tonight.”

“I sure hope so!”

Ginny knelt down in front of me. She looked at my penis. You know what I like Billy? I like that your cock never looks limp or exhausted. It seems to be in a semi-hard rest mode, and when I place my hand around your shaft it immediately responds in size and becomes hard. I really like that about your cock. I also like that it stays hard for a long time. You have enormous stamina.”

Then she kissed my mushroom, ran her tongue down the backside of my penis and then licked my balls. As she held them she opened her mouth and put one of my nuts inside of her mouth and sucked on it, then she did the same for the other one. It was a wonderful feeling having my testicles inside of her mouth. She ran her tongue up both sides of my hard cock, and as she was doing that, she was looking up at me to see my reaction. When she saw how I was reacting to her tongue moving over my cock she smiled knowing she had pleased me. Then she put my mushroom inside of her mouth so that her lips were around the mushroom and she pressed her lips tightly against it, and then squeezed down on it. I went wild with excitement. I thought if this is how my tongue feels when I enclose it around her clit I can understand why she jerks and yells, but tells me not to stop. What she was doing right now sent me into another zone. Ginny then took my penis deep into her throat and her lips touched my balls. I moaned with more pleasure than I ever remembered receiving from oral sex. She continued to move up and down my shaft giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. My body was ready to explode cum inside of her mouth, so I tried desperately not to cum because I didn’t want this sensation she was giving me to stop. I wanted more. I was so turned on to her sucking I found I wanted more. But, my body continued to scream ‘let your cum flow!’ and it left my penis with much force. The first release seemed to surprise Ginny as she pulled back, but she kept my cock inside her mouth. I saw her eyes pop a little and then she smiled waiting for more nourishment cum from me. It came quickly. In fact there were three more releases of cum that went into her mouth. After she swallowed it all, she removed her lips from my penis, but kept holding it in her hand as she looked up at me and smiled, saying, “I love tasting your warm, sweet, salty cum. It is so delicious. Now I am going to lick the remaining cum from your balls and penis. I don’t want to lose a drop of it. Oh, Billy, I love you so much! What a wonderful evening this has been for me. I’m glad we waited for our desert until we got back home.”

“Me too, Ginny, Oh! my god that felt awesome. I’ve never had a better blowjob. You are amazing Ginny. You’re an absolute artist using your tongue.”

“Thank you Billy. I’m glad I’ve pleased you so. You are the only one I ever want to ever have sex with. I love how you love me and touch me. I would like for you to fuck me now and then we better go to sleep.”

She was still holding my penis and caressing it as she spoke and it was definitely hard again. I wrapped my arms around her after she stood up and kissed her passionately on her mouth. I was so hard my penis pushed against her belly. She whispered, I love your kisses baby, but I feel how hard you are now and I want that big thick gorgeous cock of yours deep inside of my wet pussy. I want you to fuck me hard and as long as you can maintain your hard cock inside of me.”

I turned Ginny around and she leaned forward and laid her upper body on the mattress and I got behind her and nudged my mushroom up to her opening and some pre cum moistens her pussy lips. “She said, ” Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard.”

I plunged my penis deep inside of her and she moaned joyfully and said, “Oh, that felt so awesome. You are so big! Oh, Billy I love how you are fucking fethiye escort me right now. Fuck me! Don’t stop! Oh, Oh! Oh! It feels wonderful.”

“Billy can we change positions now. I want to ride your cock like Annie Oakley.”

“Ok, baby,” and I turned over and she quickly turned around so her body faced my feet. Then she told me to hold my cock so it didn’t move around and for me to guide my cock into her pussy.

She guided it perfectly. It slides down the pole as swiftly as a fireman does when he goes down a pole to fight a fire. It was glorious watching her ride, move back and forth, forward and back wards. Finally she lifted her ass off my penis and moved her ass back toward my face and planted her wet, sweet smelling ass perfectly over my lips and my tongue licked her fluids as fast as my tongue could.

She said, ” You like it don’t you baby? Well, I like it too! Lick all you want Billy and stick your tongue in and grab my clit once more and send your Ginny to the moon.”

I did and she whooped and yelled and said, “Don’t stop, I’m about to have another orgasm,” and she did.

We didn’t even bother to clean our bodies. We just cuddled together and eventually we fell asleep.

“Billy, what time is it? You’re going to be late for school!

I looked over at the bedside table and saw I had forty-five minutes to take a shower, shave, dress, grab something simple to eat and then run like hell to get to school on time.

Ginny got up and went to the kitchen and fried an egg and made me a sandwich to eat on my way to school.

I barely made it. I fell into my seat exhausted. I didn’t have time to stop and get my textbook out of my locker, but I did have a pencil. Jane sits next to me in class and turned toward me and said “You look like you’ve been up all night. You look like you’ve might have gotten some desert last night after you left the café?”

I glanced at Jane, and smiled.

The teacher spoke up, “Jane will you and Billy stop talking and get your textbooks out. You’ll need to see the example I’m going to talk about on page 94.”

Jane responded, “Sorry, Mr. Jensen.”

Then Mr. Jensen noticed I didn’t have my book with me.

“Billy, I see you don’t have your textbook again. You know you are supposed to bring it to class every day. I can’t remember the last time you brought your books to class. Therefore, I’m going to send you to Mrs. Wilson in the counseling office.” He quickly wrote me a pass and he wrote a note to give to Mrs. Wilson telling her I wasn’t prepared for class, and I was enrolled in an advanced college prep class. He added on the note ‘if Billy isn’t interested in passing the SATs then he should be reassigned to a regular class.’

I took the note and left the classroom and headed to the counseling office to see Mrs. Wilson. As I was walking down the hall I ran into Jennifer. She asked me, “Where are you headed Billy?”

I responded, “I was late to class today and forgot my book. You know how irritated Mr. Jensen can get when a student doesn’t bring his textbook to class. I overslept last night and just made it inside the classroom as the bell rang. He was mad because Jane said something to me when he started talking, asking us to get out our textbooks. Then he noticed I didn’t have mine. I think that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and he sent me out with this note, telling Mrs. Wilson to find me a regular class if I wasn’t going to work for an “A” or a “B” in an advanced college class.”

“Oh, Billy, I’m sorry. I hope you tell Mrs. Wilson you want to remain in the college prep class. It will help you get into the college you want to attend.”

“I’m so fucked up Jennifer, I don’t know if I give a shit anymore.”

“It’s all my fault isn’t it Billy. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I’ve screwed up your life too, as well as mine, haven’t I?”

“No, it is not all your fault. There are lots of things I’m dealing with and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Yesterday, you said you would be my friend and you would talk and listen to me when I needed someone. I think you need someone who will listen and talk with you. I would love to be that person. Tuesdays and Thursdays after school I’m alone in my mom’s house. She works at the hospital on those days until 8 in the morning. If you want to talk with me come to my house like you did yesterday. I would love to help you with whatever needs you have. It’s the least I can do for someone as sweet and understanding as you are.” Then she reached up and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek and walked down the hall toward her classroom. I turned and watched her wiggle her hips as she walked to her class, and as I watched her it occurred to me, I wanted to fuck her again.

She reached her classroom and began to open the door, but then she looked back at me and saw me standing there looking at her. She blew me a kiss and entered the room. I took a deep breath and the voice inside my head said, “See escort fethiye how stupid you were the other day. She wanted to fuck you. You wanted to fuck her, but you, ‘Mr. Stupid,’ turned and walked away from her invitation. Now you want to fuck her. Well maybe you’ll have another opportunity, but right now you have to face Mrs. Wilson, and you will be tempted again. Good luck stupid.”

I walked into the counseling office and gave the pass and note to the counseling secretary and she told me to sit on the bench in front of Mrs. Wilson’s office and she would page Mrs. Wilson and tell her I had been sent to the office by Mr. Jensen.

I took my seat. I leaned forward on my knees. “I am fucked up. I don’t know what is happening to me; but all I think about is fucking Ginny, but that’s not true. I want to fuck Jennifer, and I want to fuck Mrs. Wilson, and after seeing Jane this morning I want to fuck her too.

“Good morning Billy. What brings you to my office home so early this morning?

“Mr. Jensen sent me to talk with you Mrs. Wilson.

“Well, come in and sit down. I have a few items I need to finish up and then we can talk. I’m sorry, but I have to finish writing an assessment for Principal Moore.”

“I’m not in any hurry Mrs. Wilson. Take all the time you need. I appreciate you allowing me to sit in here instead of on those hard oak benches outside. The chairs you have in here are very comfortable. If I fall asleep before you’re done with your assessment wake me up gently.” I smile and she smiled back at me.

“Mrs. Wilson’s desk was supported by two filing cabinets. The top of her desk was a beautiful mahogany slab. When she returned to her chair I could see her short red skirt, legs, and red high heel shoes. She had beautiful long well shaped legs and she held her knees tightly together. I thought to myself, “What a waste. She married to Mr. Wilson and he can’t even satisfy her sexually. God I wish I could stick my penis into her pussy and suckle her awesome tits, and make her happy. Then I thought, “Billy why do you keep torturing yourself with these fantasies? You have a mom who adores you and wants you to fuck her continuously, forget Jennifer, forget Mrs. Wilson, and forget Jane too. Why do you want to fuck up their lives?”

Then my attention returned to Mrs. Wilson. She was busy writing on her computer, but every once in awhile she would glance up and look over the screen and smile at me. I wondered how many times she looked up when I was thinking to myself a few minutes ago how much I wanted to fuck her. I checked out her legs under her desk again. They were crossed. Dang, I missed her crossing her legs. At least I can see all the way up her thigh. Damn she’s hot. I would love to lie between her two long legs and suck on her pussy right now.

I heard a noise and looked up and saw her smiling at me. Oh, shit, she just saw me looking under her desk. She said, “Are you thirsty Billy? If you are, there’s sodas and water in my small refrigerator behind my desk. Help yourself. I still have a few more things to do before I can talk with you. I’m sorry that I can’t do it now, but I promised Mr. Moore I would get this done for him. He’s going to the District Office for a meeting.”

“Take your time Mrs. Wilson. I’m not in any hurry. I like being in here with you. It’s nice. I like the chairs I can sit in and I think I will get myself some water from your fridge.”

“Thank you Billy for understanding and being patient.”

When I rose from my chair I caught Mrs. Wilson looking over the top of her computer screen. She smiled as I rose up from where I was sitting. I wonder if she was checking out my trousers for a bump in my pants or a wet cum spot around my crotch?

As I began to walk toward the refrigerator I felt moisture on my leg. Geez, I was leaking pre cum by just checking her out. I moved my right hand down and in front of me hoping if there was a spot she couldn’t see it. What in the hell is going on? I’m as bad as Harry was last night when he cum on his leg and it soaked through his pants material. I wonder how many times Harry masturbated last night after he got into bed. I bet his sheets were filled with sticky smelling cum. I got the bottle of water and returned to my chair and sat down. She smiled again and I smiled back. Then I said, “I like how you fixed your hair today Mrs. Wilson. You usually have it in a ponytail and I really like your ponytail, but your hair really looks attractive pulled up onto your head.”

“Well, thank you Billy. A woman likes it when a man notices what she’s wearing and how she’s fixes her hair.” I don’t get to many compliments from men, or from my husband.”

As she finished her sentence she put her crossed leg back on the floor, but she didn’t put her knees together like she did before. I couldn’t get as good look because I’d moved my chair slightly when I got up to get a bottle of water. Mrs. Wilson kept glancing at me from time-to-time and she had this fethiye escort bayan sweet accepting look and sweet smiles that made me feel welcomed in her office, but it was also making me hard.

Then she moved her chair with rollers attached to the legs of her chair so she could open a drawer in her filing cabinet. She bent down trying to take something out of the cabinet, but her body was slightly out of position and it made her legs come apart and I saw her beautiful silk panties that covered her ass, and her legs stayed apart long enough that I could even make out a dark patch where her public hairs should be. That thrilled me and I began to get harder.

“She said, damn chair!” and looked at me. “Excuse the language Billy, but these roller chairs can get nasty sometimes.”

“I hope you didn’t pull a muscle when the chair slipped, Mrs. Wilson.” She got up, and moved her body a little and then told me she didn’t feel she had pulled a muscle, but then said, “Thank you Billy, for your caring.”

“I like you a lot, Mrs. Wilson, and hope you didn’t get a muscle pull. If you did, I’ll testify in your defense and maybe you can get several million dollars from the manufacturer and not have to counselor us stupid idiotic kids. I know we must drive you crazy at times; I’m sure I do!”

“You don’t drive me crazy Billy. I like you. You’ve actually been the bright side of my year so far. I like people who can converse, and I admire people who will express their thoughts, hopes, and dreams, as well as their errors, and misdoings. And you do all that, and graphically too, I might say. I like it when you tell stories about yourself and how you relate to all your girl friends. It is really refreshing to have someone who isn’t afraid to speak boldly and truthfully what is on his or her mind, even with graphic word descriptions. I really enjoy conversing with you Billy. Besides your sweet and respectful.”

“You do!”

“Yes, I do, and I’m glad you are my counselee, because if you had any of the other counselors they would have trouble with your graphic language, and you probably would be in deep trouble. They aren’t so accepting of graphic language and intimate details like I am. So if something comes up, and you find yourself in trouble, please tell them that I’m your counselor. And be sure not to tell them your situation or argue with them. Just say that you want to speak to Mrs. Wilson.”

“Wow, that’s sweet of you Mrs. Wilson. I’ll try not get into any serious trouble, but if I do I’ll be sure to tell them I need to see you.”

“Good Billy, I’m very happy and pleased to be your counselor.”

“Oh, Mrs. Wilson, you have no idea how grateful I’m that you are my counselor. I enjoy being with you. I’m delighted that Mr. Jensen sent me to you this morning, because I got to know you better and I really enjoyed just being in your company.”

“I’m glad to hear that Billy.” She parted her legs as she was talking. Wow! I’m already hot and now my penis is stiff, and she parts her legs so I can get a look at her pussy again. I wonder if she has moisten red silk panties like my soaked briefs?”

Then she got up and went over to her bookcases under the window and bent down to look for a book. Her short red skirt moved up her ass and I saw the other side of her red panties. God, she has a beautiful ass. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

She turned toward me and smiled. I know the book I want to give you is here someplace, but I can’t seem to see it. Will you come over and see if you can locate it for me?”

Oh, shit. Here I am sitting with a hard on and she wants me to walk over to where she is kneeling on the floor to look for a book. What’s the name of it?”

It’s called “Everything A Boy Needs To Know About Having Sex With A Girl.”

Oh, ok. I got up slowly. I noticed she was looking at me. I turned sideways for a second trying to readjust my hard penis to make it less visible. I turned back and walked toward her, but I knew her gaze was on my crotch. Her eyes smiled and she had that look that women get when they are aroused, the one where they roll their tongue across their teeth with their lips parted. The one they flash to the alpha male that they’re ready to have sex.

When I reached where she was knelling, I knelt done on my knees next to her. She told me it should be on this shelf. I turned to look at her and her breast were less than a foot away from me and I told myself ‘don’t stare Billy, don’t touch,” but I must have stared a second too long because I saw her captivating seductive look in her eyes and smile. I was sure she liked me a lot, but I’m sure she enjoyed seeing the bulge in my pants as much as I just enjoyed looking at her incredible chest, or she just enjoyed teasing me like Ginny does men. Either way I couldn’t conceal the bulge in my pants. It was still hard. Then my eyes caught site of the book and I removed it from the shelf and handed it to her. I thought if she was holding it I could distract her long enough to get back to where I was sitting and she wouldn’t see the bulge in my trousers.

But she said, I’ve been kneeling here so long I think I need your assistance Billy to stand up. Will you help me Billy?”

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Throughout January, Shane and Scarlett exchanged text messages until finally Scarlett gave in to Shane’s requests to meet up and spend the weekend together at the end of January before she headed back to university. The plan was vague.

“I’m on the early shift on Friday. Come over about 3pm and we’ll see from there. xxx” read Shane’s text.

Scarlett got the bus from the city centre towards Shane’s house. It was packed with school kids and she had to wait a couple of stops before getting a seat. She sat down, not looking at any other passengers. “Hello Scarlett” said a familiar voice behind her. She turned round to see Jan, Shane’s landlady, smiling back at her.

“Awk Jan, I didn’t see you. How are you?” Scarlett asked.

“Grand, pet. All the better for seeing you. Shane’s been keeping me updated about your studies. You’re doing well, I hear.” she beamed.

“Has he really?” asked Scarlett, trying not to sound too surprised but her heart leaped. Jan nodded enthusiastically. “Oh! Ah…yes, it’s going OK. I’ve got some of my finals when I go back next week.” Scarlett replied.

They chatted for the rest of the journey and as they got off the bus at their stop and walked home. Jan opened the front door and walked into the hall, Scarlett followed behind her and Jan stopped to pull Scarlett into a hug. “Best of luck for your exams now, pet. I’ll be thinking about you!” Jan said, warmly.

“Thank you, Jan” Scarlett smiled back at her.

Scarlett walked upstairs to Shane’s room and knocked on the door. “Hello?” came Shane’s voice from inside. Scarlett opened the door and looked round. “Down here” Shane called from the floor in front of the window before peering round the side of the bed frame towards the door. “Oh hi babe, come in!” he said cheerily when he saw Scarlett. “Did you ring me or…? no.” he said, looking quickly at his phone. “I didn’t hear the doorbell.” he said.

“Jan let me in. I bumped into her on the bus and we walked back together” Scarlett said, putting her bag down and taking her coat off. She walked round the bed and saw he was sitting on the floor playing his guitar. Or trying to play it. Shane had 2 guitars and talked about playing them but Scarlett knew he didn’t take lessons or study it intently enough to teach himself, he occasionally lifted one and plucked at the strings and he could kind of play a few songs. “What are you playing?” Scarlett asked, sitting down cross-legged on the floor in front of him.

Shane leaned forward, stroking her thigh and kissed her. Scarlett wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “You alright?” Shane asked and kissed her again. Scarlett smiled and nodded. “I’m trying to get ‘The Reason’ by Hoobastank” Shane said as he grimaced. “I’ve got the intro cos I think it’s only 4 notes repeated until the words come in…” he said as he played it slowly. “But I’m not even sure if it’s the right key and I don’t have it to listen to so..” he shrugged.

“I’ve got it here” said Scarlett, reaching for her coat and pulling her MP3 player out of the pocket. She scrolled, pressed play and they listened to the notes a few times while Shane played along. “Yeah! That’s it, you’ve got it!” she said, smiling “Your concentration face is so cute!” Scarlett giggled and nudged his knee with hers. She turned off the music and put it back in her coat on the bed. Shane looked embarrassed but laughed. He played the notes again a few times before starting on the verse. Scarlett sang the first two lines, trying to help him with the notes but Shane stopped, staring at her. “You’ve got it, keep playing Shane!” she encouraged, gesturing with her hands and nodding as she smiled.

“It’s not that…it’s…just…you can sing!” Shane said, his eyes wide and his mouth curling up in a smile.

Scarlett looked down, embarrassed. “Sure you know, I told you before” she said timidly.

“Yeah but…I mean I’ve never heard you…so…I just…” he shrugged, still staring at her.

Scarlett looked up and raised her eyebrows “You mean you thought I was just saying that, but I couldn’t really sing?” she laughed.

Shane shrugged “NO! I’ve just never heard you singing before. You’re great!” he said, flustered as he stroked her hand, grasping it to his mouth to kiss it.

“Well, we don’t all exaggerate our talents, Shane!” Scarlett said, jokingly but with purpose for all the times he’d mocked or patronised her using his own embellished truths.

“Ooooh. Ok then. You’ve got me there!” Shane said, holding his chest as if he was wounded. “Sing some more”

“Noooo!” protested Scarlett quietly, looking down.

“C’mon. Pleeeeeease!” Shane pleaded, grasping her hand in both of his. “Please Scarl” he said, sticking his bottom lip out and looking at her.

“Oh now, don’t pull the Puss In Boots routine!” Scarlett giggled. “Ok, Ok. I’ll sing as far into the song as you can play” she teased, knowing he didn’t have much to go on.

“Sooooo… the first line again?” he asked, wincing. She laughed and waved her finger for him to play it from the start fethiye escort and sang along until he stopped playing. She smiled and nodded firmly once and Shane reached over, stroked her face and kissed her. “As if I thought I couldn’t love you any more” he said.

Scarlett pulled her head back and looked at him sharply. “You love me?” she asked.

Shane didn’t flinch, instead he placed his guitar back on the stand and pulled himself closer to Scarlett. He stroked his hands up her thighs and kissed her in increasingly frantic kisses while Scarlett rested her arms around his neck. “Do you fancy a quickie before we go out?” he panted as he broke their kissing.

Scarlett looked at him, trying to catch her breath. “Where are we going?” she asked, puzzled.

“Did I not say? I was gonna see if you wanted to go out for dinner. My treat.” Shane said, sitting up on his knees and laying her down on her back on the carpet before climbing on top and kissing her again.

Scarlett gasped and moaned as he kissed her neck. She bent her legs up and wrapped them round his waist. Shane sat up, unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them off her left leg, unzipped his jeans, pulled her pants to the side and slid his cock firmly deep inside her. They both groaned and Shane immediately thrust fast into her. Shane lifted Scarlett’s left leg and bent her knee over his elbow, leaning his head into her neck as he lay on top of her and groaned more than he usually did as he fucked her quickly. Scarlett lay flat on the floor, none of this was stimulating her and she knew she wasn’t wet enough but she didn’t say anything. She gasped at the force of him fucking her and tried to move her hips for more stimulation but her pants were restrictive. About a minute after he entered her, Shane groaned “Aw I’m gonna cum” and thrust hard into her, gasping before collapsing down on top of her and his breath warmed her neck as he panted hard. “Aw fuck. Babe, you didn’t cum, did you?” Shane asked, pushing himself up on his hands and looking at her.

“Not even close, no” Scarlett replied, smiling with her lips pursed.

Shane sighed in frustration “Sorry babe.”

Scarlett shrugged “You said you wanted a quickie. I’m never going to cum from a spare of the moment with no warm up.”

“Let me help you, babe” Shane said, pulling his cock out of her. Scarlett winced and whimpered. Shane pushed two fingers inside of her and she tensed up.

“Ahh! Shane, stop!” Scarlett said as she inhaled sharply. “Don’t, I’m sore” she shuddered, pushing his arm with her foot.

Shane stopped and looked at her. “Are you ok, babe?” He pulled his fingers out and did a double take as he looked at his fingers. “There’s a bit of blood babe, are you due your period?” he asked.

Scarlett pulled his hand closer to look at it “There’s hardly anything there, I wouldn’t even call it blood” she said, pushing his hand away. He looked at her and frowned. “No. I just wasn’t wet enough” she said as she trembled.

Shane balked at this before thinking to himself. He stroked her legs and kissed her knee “Did I hurt you babe?” he said, timidly “You’re shaking!”

“It’s OK, it wasn’t on purpose. I was wet just not wet enough. I suppose for it to feel better, I’d have to suggest a quickie to you after I’ve got myself all worked up” she said flatly, sitting up, pulling her trousers back on her left leg and standing up to fix her clothes.

“Aw babe, sorry” Shane said, still kneeling on the floor and zipping up his jeans. “My girl is sore and I don’t even realise, what sort of a dick am I?!” he said, hanging his head and shaking it.

“You said it!” said Scarlett, frowning at him and putting her coat on. “Are we going?” she asked. The atmosphere was tense.

They went downstairs to use the bathroom before going down the final flight and out the front door just as Shane realised he’d forgotten his wallet and he should’ve brought a coat. Scarlett waited on the pavement outside and lit a cigarette while he went back into the house. He came back outside and tried to grasp her hand as he turned to walk up the street but Scarlett pulled away from him. “What are you doing? I just want to hold your hand” Shane said.

“I don’t want to burn you.” Scarlett said, holding up her cigarette and sliding across to his right-hand side.

Shane looked at her and tutted. “I thought you’d given up, Scarl!” he said, disappointed, grasping her left hand in his right one.

“Nope, never said that. I said I’d give up if there’s a smoking ban. I just rarely smoke in front of you cos I know you hate it.” she said, blowing a puff of smoke out the side of her mouth.

“Well, there’s a smoking ban starting in April so, you know…” he said.

“So I’d better make the most of it up until then?” Scarlett teased.

“No, you know that’s not what I mean” Shane said, annoyed.

“I know, I’m joking, Shane. I will probably give up then. It’s mostly habit now more than anything.” she said. “Anyway, where are we going for dinner?” she asked.

“What about that escort fethiye new burger place you were talking about?” he asked, stroking her hand in his and entwining their fingers.

“Yeah. Can we stop at the shop on the way? I need a few things.” she said.

“Yeah. Listen, are you OK? You were kind of pissed off before we left the house.” Shane asked.

Scarlett shrugged “Eh… yeah. I dunno. S’pose I was a bit. Maybe with myself. I’m not really sure.” she said hesitantly as she took long drags on her cigarette. She felt like she couldn’t say what was on her mind at the moment.

“I know it’s an understatement to say that wasn’t the best sex we’ve ever had. Are you sure you’re not due your period?!” Shane teased. Scarlett stopped walking and glared at him when he turned to look at her, aggressively blowing smoke in his direction. “Fucking hell, if looks could kill! Alright, I was joking but I take it back” Shane cringed, holding his palms up facing her.

Scarlett walked on and Shane slipped his hand back in hers, stroking her thumb with his. They reached the shop and Shane waited outside. “What did you get?” asked Shane when Scarlett came out again.

Scarlett opened the bag to show him “A can of Coke, cigarettes, chocolate and a magazine. Is that alright?” she asked with a cheeky tone, looking at him with wide eyes. “Actually, I bought you a bar of chocolate too. How lucky are you?!” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

They walked to the burger bar for dinner. The portions were huge and Scarlett had already drunk one and a half Southern Comfort and limes by the time their food arrived and she ordered another. Shane was back to being playful at dinner. He wanted to feed her food to taste, he held her hand across the table and he teased her.

“What happened to your thumb nail?! Did you trap it in something?” Scarlett asked, pulling Shane’s hand closer to inspect his black nail.

“Ehhh…no. I found your nail polish so I had a go.” he said, embarrassed.

Scarlett giggled “You painted your nail? Oooh I’ll make an emo boy out of you yet!” she said gleefully.

“Excuse me?! I will always be heavy metal but I wouldn’t mind if…would you paint my nails later? I can look like those wee emo boys in the bands you like” he asked, winking.

“REALLY?!” asked Scarlett, sceptically “Are you taking the piss out of me?”

“No!” Shane said. “It’s only a bit of a laugh but will you?” he asked.

Scarlett giggled “We can have matching emo black nail polished nails!”

“Sure can” Shane replied. “Aren’t you eating the rest of your burger?” he asked.

Scarlett blushed “I’m so stuffed. I’ve hardly had any of it but I ate all my salad and chips first. Rookie mistake!” she said in a low voice.

“Too right, who the fuck eats the salad full stop?! It’s just there for decoration!” Shane teased in an outrageous tone.

“Shut up you. Just cos you’ve only ever eaten salad by accident!” Scarlett teased back.

“Take a break or I’m sure the waiter can get your burger boxed up and you can bring it home for later.” Shane said, finishing another beer.

Scarlett sighed heavily and made a face. “Hmmm. Don’t really need it though, do I?” she said, looking down at her stomach.

Shane sat back and stared at her “Don’t start that!” he said in a hushed tone.

“Start what? I’ve put on weight since I went back to uni and I feel a bit yuck. Hardly very attractive, is it?” she said.

“Don’t be daft! I don’t think you’ve put on weight, babe. Even if you had, I’d still fancy you.” he said as he leaned over to hold her hand across the table. “You’re a hot piece of ass” he said, sticking his tongue out at her playfully.

“Gee, thanks. You don’t care as long as you get your hole!” Scarlett said, irritated.

“Scarlett!” Shane hissed, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to talk about this” she said. He let go of her hand, lifted his arms and shrugged before putting his hands in his jeans pockets. “Talking of things you don’t want to talk about…” Scarlett said.

Shane tilted his head back, signaling her to speak. “We’re saying we’re not ‘together’ at the moment but when we’re actually together, in each other’s company, we get on like we’re still together. There’s no difference! We behave in exactly the same way. What’s that about?” Scarlett asked, furrowing her brow and looking at him.

Shane breathed out heavily and folded his arms across his chest. “So that’s what’s bugging you, eh? Yeah, let’s not talk about that just now.” he said, sternly. “If you hadn’t been on the Southern Comfort you wouldn’t have brought it up either. Ok?” he said, looking at her from under the frame of his glasses.

Scarlett knew she’d been trying to pick a fight since this afternoon and she didn’t want to ruin their evening so she said nothing more about it. The waiter arrived and offered to box up her burger. They walked home, holding hands and chatting.

Back at Shane’s house, Scarlett threw off her coat and flopped down on the bed. She unbuttoned her trousers and fethiye escort bayan lay with her limbs stretched out like a starfish, sighing with relief. Shane chuckled as he took off his coat and shoes. He climbed on the bed and straddled her, kissing her softly up her neck and on the lips while he caressed her stomach under her blouse from her waistband up to her bra. “Don’t. I feel sick.” Scarlett groaned.

“Oh thanks!” Shane teased, looking at her.

Scarlett tutted and rolled her eyes “Shaaaaane! I ate too much”

“I know, I know” he chuckled softly and sat up. “Do you want to paint my nails now?” Shane asked.

“Yeah but can you give me like 10 mins just to lie here first?” she groaned. “Please will you open the window? I genuinely might vomit” she breathed deeply.

Shane got up and opened the window. “I suppose I should tidy up a bit actually while you’re incapacitated” he said, looking around.

“Yeah, those plates need to go downstairs, there can’t be much crockery left in the kitchen!” Scarlett said, exaggerating for effect and pointing to the floor on the other side of the bed

Shane tutted and sighed “Fuck sake, how did you even see them over there?” he said, laughing and gesturing towards the floor.

“See them? I could smell them the minute I got here, plus I know you and your dirty habits too well!” Scarlett said, sticking her tongue out at him.

Shane mumbled under his breath and proceeded to clean and tidy up, going up and down the stairs with dishes, rubbish and washing while Scarlett lay across the bed. Finally he came back upstairs for the final time carrying a glass and trailing the vacuum cleaner behind him. “I brought you some soda water since you’re still lying there in the same position and it’s been an hour rather than 10 minutes” Shane said, approaching the bed, pulling her to sit up and handing her the glass.

“Aww thank you. I do actually feel better for lying down for a while, definitely much better.” Scarlett replied, sipping from the glass as she sat up straight. She breathed a heavy sigh and stood up to stretch while Shane vacuumed the carpet. Then they settled on the bed facing each other. “Right, now, place your hands flat, palms down and whatever you do, don’t do anything until they’re completely dry cos you’ll smudge the nail polish and I’ll have to re-do them!” Scarlett stated firmly.

“Alright, calm down Scarlett, I’m sure it’s fine” Shane said, in his standard patronising tone. Scarlett rolled her eyes.

She proceeded to paint Shane’s nails with 2 coats of her black nail polish and then sat back. “What now?” asked Shane.

“Now you have to sit there and wait for them to dry, like I said.” Scarlett smiled. Shane sighed.

Scarlett grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. She kissed him softly on the lips and he groaned slightly. “Watch your nails!” she said sharply as Shane wrapped his arms around her. He sighed and put his hands down on either side of him on the bed. Scarlett continued kissing him.

“What are you up to?” he whispered.

She stopped and looked him in the eye “Kissing you. Is that OK?”

“Hmm I suppose so but I can’t touch you, can I?!” Shane said, holding up his hands. Scarlett shook her head and smiled. She sat back, straightened his legs out and straddled him. She stroked his beard, ran her hands through his hair and kissed his neck, face and lips. Shane breathed heavily “You wee minx!”

“Mm hm” Scarlett said, smiling coyly. “Any complaints?” she asked. Shane shook his head. “Good. You won’t mind if I get a bit more comfortable then” she said as she sat back between his feet and slid off her trousers. She placed her legs open on top of his, held his hands on the bed with her feet and reached her hand into her pants, she sighed as she started touching herself.

Shane groaned and swallowed hard “Aw Scarlett, are you fucking kidding?!” he shifted on the bed.

“Do you want me to stop?” Scarlett asked.

“No, I want to touch you! You’re such a fucking tease!” he hissed.

Scarlett laughed. “Hmm. Maybe you want a better view?” she asked, sliding her pants down. As she lifted her feet, Shane grasped her calves and laughed. “Eh…excuse me?…you just don’t like that you’re not in control for once!” Scarlett said. Shane raised his eyebrows and put his hands back on the bed. Scarlett took her pants off and held Shane’s hands back down on the bed with her feet. She reached her hand between her legs again and moaned as she stroked her clit. She relaxed into a rhythm and watched him watching her until she felt herself nearly ready to orgasm and stopped short. She breathed in long breaths and looked at him while she licked her fingers.

“YOU are so hot. Fucking hell!” Shane whispered. He tipped his head “C’mere”

Scarlett sat up and held her fingers up to his mouth “You want a taste?” she asked and Shane looked her in the eyes as he sucked them. Then she kissed him gently teasing her tongue into his mouth and nibbling his bottom lip. He tried to kiss her more forcefully but she pulled away. “Gently” she whispered and kissed him again while she stroked her hands up his legs. He groaned as she grasped his cock over his jeans. “Mmm you’re so hard” Scarlett said, licking her lips as she unzipped his jeans.

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“Is this a dream,” I asked myself? In disbelief I turned my head on my pillow and began to admire every inch of her naked form starting at her head and drinking in every beautiful feature all the way to her shapely legs.

Unable to accept what my eyes were telling me I had to have more proof, “This isn’t a dream,” my mind answered unconvincingly still needing proof. My hand searched down my body searching for that proof. My heart skipped a beat as the evidence my fingers sought began to reveal itself. My neatly trimmed bush was stiff with dried pussy nectar that also clung tightly to the bald lips of my cunt.

“Daddy would shit if he could see his two girls naked in bed holding each other,” I thought as I lay there, “But he would have a stroke or worse if he knew he was partly responsible for helping awaken these feelings from deep inside me.”

Over the summer daddy asked me to share a dorm room with my younger sister, Barbara. We had never been anything alike. I was an average looking slightly overweight computer nerd working bakırköy escort on my computer science degree and she was a beautiful high school cheerleader with her perfect body and her scholarship in athletics. Daddy even called her “Barbie” after the doll.

She was my sister, but even I was attracted to her. Over the years I had seen how the boys looked at her and I honestly couldn’t blame them. My senior year of high school I had tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck her; that is if I were a boy! But the images I saw were of Barbara and ME. I was so very frightened because I knew it was wrong to be sexually attracted to my sister.

I thought maybe I was just horny but I knew that couldn’t be true because I had fucked several guys and I enjoyed sex with them. I was confused and frightened by those images and for the past year had fought unsuccessfully to keep them from re-occurring.

I awoke in the middle of the night and could see Barbara seated in front of our computer with her back to me. I beşiktaş escort assumed she was in a chat room, but as my vision cleared I could see she was looking at porn pictures of women! “Damn girl,” I asked, “Where’s all the guys?”

Barbara let out a muffled but audible scream and lowered her head to the keyboard. “How fucking long have you been watching,” she asked still facing the screen, “Or do I have to guess?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. She wasn’t at a porn site. She was looking at pictures of herself with another girl that were stored in the computer’s memory!

She slowly turned on the chair to face me as she pleaded, “Please try to understand Karen. I’ve kept this a secret from you for over a year because I couldn’t talk to you about it. I love you Karen. Please try to understand.”

I was speechless. I had fought the fears of being bi-sexual for over a year. And now I discover my sister, the girl who first awakened those desires in me, had a similar awakening all this time! But she hadn’t denied beylikdüzü escort it!

“Come and sit on my bed,” I told her, “I want to tell you something that I think will make us both feel better.” As she got up from the computer I told her, “I won’t tell daddy your secret.”

“Oh daddy knows,” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, “He’s known since the end of last summer,” then added quite frankly, “But he told me not to tell you.”

“How did he know,” I asked in astonishment, “And why didn’t he want you to tell me?”

“Oh God this is hard! You promise you won’t hate me,” she begged? “Daddy caught my friend Cassandra and me…well you know…doing it on my bed,” she said, “you’ll hate me if I tell why daddy didn’t want you to know.”

“It’s okay baby. You’re my sister and I love you,” I said as I wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“We talked and he wasn’t mad or anything,” she said in an astonished tone, “Then he asked me when I knew so I told him…that I got turned on every time I…,” she took a deep breath and continued, “…every time I saw you showering or dressing and sometimes just sleeping. I couldn’t help it. I would get so wet wanting you…do you hate me now?”

It was a very special moment when I told her exactly how I felt. I wish we could tell daddy. Maybe some day we will find a way.

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We sat in the kitchen eating our breakfast. My brother surprised Bianca this morning by telling her that he’s got the day off from work. I was surprised as well; I thought I would spend the last few hours with her alone.

“Great!” Bianca said aloud. “I had something planned for us but I thought you wouldn’t make it… and now my plans are going to work out.” She said to my brother.

We finished our breakfast and washed the dishes. It was about 10 o’clock when Bianca called us into the living room. We left the gift that we bought her on the bed, closed the door and went to the living room.

Bianca was standing in the middle of the living room behind a chair. She told us to sit down, my brother chose the couch in front of her and I chose the one to her left in front of the window. She wore black heals, a very short black mini with a black top leaving her stomach bare and leaving almost nothing to our imagination where her breasts are concerned.

She moved to the radio and pushed the play button. The music started playing. She moved back to the chair and started moving her hips from side to side. She slowly started dancing her way around the chair, first going the right way round and stopping in front of the chair. She turned around and bent down forward pushing her ass out towards my brother. Her mini was so short I was sure my brother had a good look at her ass.

She still moved her hips seductively. She got back into an upright position and started taking the mini off. My brother had a brilliant view of that sweet ass of her I believe. When she flicked the mini on to the couch she continued her way to my side of the chair.

I now could see that she was in fact wearing a black g-string. She stopped at my side of the chair and lifted her left leg onto the sitting area of the chair and moved her other leg in behind the chair. I stared at her ass sliding back and forth on the backside of the chair. She was rubbing her pussy against the upper bar of the chair.

My cock stirred at the sight and an image of her pussy rubbing over my cock entered my mind.

She got back into her dancing ways and made bakırköy escort her way back to the right side of the chair. I was staring into her front now while my brother looked at her right side. She continued moving her hips while her hands started taking the top off. She pulled the top over her breasts and over her head allowing it to drop on the floor. My cock sprung to a full erection and I believe my brother experienced the same feeling. The little bra covering her breasts can actually be described as a nipple cover because it covers the whole nipple and a small part of the breast below her nipple.

Again she rubbed her pussy against the upright bar on the right side of the chair. Her hands found their way to her breasts; she closed her eyes and rubbed her palms over each breast. Her fucking movements became more seductive as she went on rubbing her hands against her nipples.

I could feel the pre-cum starting to cover my head and badly wanted to take my cock out and play with it. Bianca moved to the front of the chair and sat down on it spreading her legs.

I watched her from the side again. With her left hand she continued rubbing and pinching her nipples and her right hand started rubbing over her pussy. She allowed her head to fall backwards and her mouth fell open. Soft groans escaped her mouth as she continued stimulating herself.

Her right hand slid in underneath her g-string. The groans became a little louder. My brother already had his cock out when I took mine out.

I got up and walked over to the couch my brother was sitting on. It was a three-seat-couch, I sat on the left seat and he sat on the right one with an open seat between us. I sat down and had a beautiful view of everything now.

She unhooked the bra in the front with her left hand and pulled the g-string away with the right one. Her nipples were erect and almost begged for attention. Her pussy was wet all over and her clit stood erect and waited to be played with. Bianca pulled her left nipple again and gently stroked her clit with the other hand.

To our disgust Bianca got up beşiktaş escort and sat the chair against the couch I was previously sitting on. She walked over to the table on the other side of the room and pulled it into the middle of the floor.

“Come on guys, I’m all yours.” She said in a seductive voice.

We got up and walked over to her. She was lying with her legs spread. She closed them and allowed me to take her g-string off. My brother took her bra off at the same time.

My brother sat with his knees on the table beside her head, he went on all fours now and lowered his erect cock into her mouth.

I watched as she took his cum covered head into her mouth. More of his penis disappeared into her mouth and I continued my activities.

I started licking the juices off of her pussy lips. My tongue sliding round the outside of her lips, going to the top of her trimmed bush and then making it down to the bottom of her wet slit. From the bottom my tongue ran up in between her lips and over her opening right up to her clit. She groaned as my tongue flicked over her clit. I sucked and played with her clit for a minute and then pushed a finger inside her hole. My finger pushed in and out and my tongue now licked her clit like a dog lapping up water.

My brother was fucking her mouth when she started shaking. Her hot cum ran straight into my waiting mouth. I loved licking her wet pussy. Actually I love licking any wet pussy. I was still enjoying the brilliant sensation of eating pussy when I heard a groan from my brother and knew that he just came. I looked up and saw his cock was still barried in Bianca’s mouth.

My brother got up after a few minutes and said he was going to take a quick shower. Bianca was still lying on the table and I continued licking her pussy.

She sat up and told me to get to my feet. I got up and watched her take my cock in her mouth. Her moist lips felt great around my cock. She stopped after two minutes and got on all fours on the table. The table wasn’t very high so Bianca’s ass was just about level with my cock.

“Go ahead, beylikdüzü escort fuck my tight little ass.” She said looking back at me.

I used her pussy juices to make her asshole wet. Before I pushed my cock inside I allowed the tip to slide over her opening.

I slowly pushed my cock in. Her ass gripped my cock as I continued pushing inside her. I gave her two minutes to get used to the cock in her ass; this was only her second time in the ass as far as I know.

“Okay I’m ready for you, fuck me hard.” She said.

I started moving in and out of her, first starting slow but then increasing the pace after a while.

We were moving together now, Bianca groaning with every thrust and begging me to fuck her faster and harder. My balls slammed into her pussy. The friction was becoming too much for me. I was going as fast and hard as I could now an only then did it seem as if Bianca was satisfied.

“Oh God yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed aloud.

In between all her loud groaning and moaning my cum shot out into her ass. I pushed my cock back into her with a hard thrust and kept it there while my cum shot out.

“Oh fuck… fill me!” she screamed again.

I pulled my cock out after fucking her gently for a few minutes and headed for the shower. Bianca remained on the table when I left the room. When I got out she was in the room with my brother. They were chatting about the past week and said how much they enjoyed it. Bianca thanked us both with a kiss and started packing her bags.

My brother went to his room and returned with the package in his hand. He sat the gift down on the bed and told Bianca that it is our going-away-gift to her. She smiled and gave us both another kiss and said thank you.

Her eyes sparkled as she pulled the vibrator out of the box. We could see that she liked the gift.

“Thanks guys, this is brilliant, I love it.” She said and we got another kiss.

We dropped Bianca off at the bus stop and headed back home. What a great week it has been. We bonded lovely with our cousin and were going to miss her over the next few months. Of course we will miss the sex more but Bianca would be missed just as much because she is the one who gave us all the pleasure. At least we have something to look forward to when she visits us again; Ingrid might be coming with her and also might be cumming with her.

Well it has been fun but for the next few months it’s over.

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I was on my way to the airport when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t answer. It buzzed in a second and I had a new voicemail. I was very tempted not to check it, but if they left a voicemail it must be something important. It was my little sister. Her name is Audrey, and when I say little, I mean little. I was 26 and she was 18. Mom and Dad must have been in a good mood the night she was conceived. They rarely were in a good mood. Before I left home, it seemed like they hated each other. I didn’t know why they stayed together except they were extremely religious. They didn’t approve of divorce, so they just hung in there, getting more and more surly all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them both. If you got either one of them by themselves they were really cool and fun to be around. Mom was just someone that needed control and Dad was someone who fiercely resented anyone trying to control him.

I saw them three or four times a year. I absolutely refused to go home, but I bought each of them open tickets to come and see me any time they wanted to, as long as they came by themselves. Audrey came by herself once when she was 12, but I hadn’t spent much time with her recently. I felt guilty about that. I felt like I should swoop in and rescue her. She seemed like a sweet kid. The other little thing about her was her size. At 12, she looked more like eight. She was a tiny little thing the last time I saw her. The pictures she sent me showed that she was still very tiny. You could tell she was becoming mature, but it was a slow process. She called me once a month and we talked, sometimes for a long time. It wasn’t time for that call and I wondered why she was calling from a strange number.

Her message said that it was an emergency and she needed me to call her as soon as I got the message. She left me a number, and I didn’t recognize it. I called and a woman answered the phone. “St. Vincent’s emergency room,” she said. “How may I direct your call?”

“I’m trying to get hold of Audrey Davis,” I told her. “I’m her brother and she gave me this number.”

“Hold on a minute and I’ll get her,” she said.

It wasn’t long before I heard Audrey talking to her. “Hey, baby,” I said when she answered. “Why are you at the hospital? Are you okay?”

“No, Jackson, I’m not. There’s been an accident. I have a broken leg and a broken arm and collar bone. Mom and Dad are messed up really bad, Jacks. They’re in surgery and I’m so afraid. I think they’re going to die! They had to cut them out of the car. A semi-truck crossed into our lane and hit us head on. I was in the back seat. God, I need you. Please Jackson, can you come to Boston?”

I hesitated a minute. This was going to take some frantic scrambling around. “I’ll be there, Audrey. I’m on my way to the airport now. I was leaving for Hong Kong. I’ll get a flight and be there as soon as I can. It’s a long way from San Juan to Boston. I’m so sorry, baby. It will be a while.”

“I’ll be okay as long as I know you’re coming,” she said. “They’re going to sedate me. I hurt really bad, Jacks. I’ll probably be out while you’re coming and I won’t even know. I wouldn’t let them give me the drugs until I talked to you. Please hurry! I’m so afraid.”

She was sobbing and I could tell she was in a lot of distress.

“Hang in there, sweetheart,” I told her. “I’ll be there as soon as possible. Let them give you your medicine.”

“I will, I promise. I love you, Jackson.”

“Me too, kid,” I told her. “Let me talk to the lady I talked to a minute ago.”

The lady got on the phone and I asked to speak to someone who could give me more information about my parents. She told me someone would call if I would leave a number.

“I’m about to get on an airplane,” I told her. “They won’t let me use my cell phone and I won’t have a signal.”

She told me to hang on, and by the time someone came to the phone I was parking at the airport. It was a hospital administrator. She said that she had checked with the surgeons and that my parents would be gone in a matter of minutes. They had extensive brain injuries and they were on life support. As soon as the machines were turned off, they would be gone.

“My little sister is in the emergency room,” I told her. “How badly is she hurt?”

She checked and assured me that Audrey was going to be fine. “She’s badly bruised and battered, she has a concussion, abrasions and contusions and three broken bones,” she said. “She’s been sedated. She was in a great deal of pain.”

I asked her how long they would keep her like that. She told me the doctor said at least two days and she would be taking pain pills for a week after that.

“Listen,” I told her. “She’s all alone there. I’m the only family she has and I’m flying in from Puerto Rico. Is there any way you could not tell her about Mom and Dad until I get there?”

“Of course, Mr. Davis. We’re not insensitive to her condition. What do you want to do about the life support?”

“Is there any chance?” I asked.

“I’m afraid not,” bakırköy escort she said.

“They have a directive not to be kept on life support,” I told her. “I’ll call their attorney and have him get it to you.”

“Thanks, and I’m very sorry about your parents,” she said. “We’ll take good care of your sister until you arrive.”

I got my ticket changed and got on a flight to Boston. There were a million things to do. I had to notify my contact in Hong Kong that my parents had been killed in an accident and that I wouldn’t be coming any time soon. I called the office and told them I was taking a six month’s leave. I explained the situation and they didn’t give me any grief about it.

I contacted Dad’s attorney and got the transfer of the living will directive made. They had funeral arrangements made years before, and I took care of that, too. I thought about the situation for an hour. There was no way I wanted to go to that house. I called a moving company and arranged for Audrey’s things to be picked up and taken to my house in San Juan. Mom and Dad’s things were to be shipped and put in storage until Audrey had time to go through them. The flight was interminable, and I bought WiFi and stayed on the phone for hours, making arrangements and changing everything I had planned.

When I arrived in Boston, I rented a car and drove to the hospital. I found out Audrey’s room number and went up. She was asleep when I got there. Her face looked like she had been in a fight. There was a bandage on her head and her left arm and right leg were in casts. The arm was in some sort of traction device of cables and pulleys. It was evidently broken badly. She had bandages everywhere I could see. If it hadn’t been for her hair, I wouldn’t have recognized her. Our parent’s religion had forbidden cutting it. It was probably three feet long and flaming red. That’s they only thing they believed with whic I ever agreed. I love long hair. Mom had been a redhead, too, but I took after Dad’s side of the family. Audrey is five-two and I’m six-four. She weighed maybe a hundred pounds, and I was 230. Looking at us, you would have no idea we were related. I have dark hair. We share the same dark complexion, which is odd, because most redheads are light ginger types.

She looked terrible and my heart was breaking. I petted the unbruised and unbandaged parts of her, basically her hair and she opened one eye a little. She smiled up at me and went back to sleep.

They kept her high for another 24 hours, and the only time she stirred was when she was thirsty. I gave her ice water and she went back to sleep. I never left her room. They took the traction machine away the second day and she looked more comfortable. I made travel arrangements and got some things for her; personal items, a couple of pairs of sweats and hoodies to match, some shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. I got her a big coat to wear until we got out of Boston, and a nice blanket to cover her up at the funeral. Mom and Dad had just wanted graveside stuff, and it was going to be simple.

When Audrey woke up, it was a difficult first couple of hours. I had to tell her Mom and Dad were gone. She was inconsolable, and I comforted her as best I could. I couldn’t keep the tears back, myself, and we held one another and grieved. The funeral was the next day and they discharged Audrey an hour before. I dressed her in the new sweats and the coat and we put her in the wheelchair I had bought. I took her down to the car and we cried together for a long time after the service; she looked so pitiful wrapped in her blanket, two black eyes and her little face so bruised and my heart was breaking for her. There were hundreds of people there, mostly from their church. The pastor said a lot of inappropriate things about how they were saved but the rest of us were going to hell. Two dour ladies approached me about keeping Audrey in Boston. They felt that I was not a good influence on her, and as her spiritual mentors they should keep her. I know how to put down that sort of pretension, and they didn’t stay long.

We said our goodbyes and I took her straight to the airport. I changed her clothes in the car and put her in shorts and a t-shirt. Mom never allowed her to wear shorts, and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable but she didn’t say anything.

When we were checking in, she asked me where we were going.

“We’re going home, baby,” I told her.

“You mean to Puerto Rico?”

“Yes, is that okay with you?”

“I just thought we would stay here for a while,” she said.

She looked so little and pitiful, wrapped in her blanket in the wheelchair that it made me cry. I knelt in front of her chair and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and looked in her eyes. They were blue/grey and full of tears.

“I live in San Juan and that’s where you live, too,” I told her. “You’re all mine now. I’ve always wanted you to come and stay with me for a summer. This is way better. I mean, not that Mom and Dad are gone, but now I get to have you beşiktaş escort for as long as you’ll stay with me. You’re all I have, Audrey, and you’re precious to me. I’m going to take care of you, baby, and it’s going to be good. Will you give me a chance?”

She put her good arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “Yes, Jackson; I love you. I always have and I want to stay with you forever. I remember how nice you were to me when I stayed with you before. It was the best week of my life.”

“Then it’s settled,” I stood up. “You’re staying with me from now on. You’re mine now and you’re going to be treated like a queen. I’m going to make sure that happens.”

The airline was very nice about accommodating her when they found out what had happened, and the stewardesses treated her like a princess. We changed planes in Miami. When we landed in San Juan there was a gorgeous sunset and a storm out over the ocean. I got her in my truck. She was still very sore and battered and she winced when I picked her up. She was light as a feather and so slender in my arms. I wanted to hold her forever.

I had a very large house on a hill looking out over the ocean. I had my own beach and the blue water droped off to a nice reef out there. There was a lagoon with lots of coral, and I wheeled her out on the deck and made dinner. We had fresh fish I had picked up in the market, and prawns.

I fed her prawns and bites of fish, which she washed down with orange soda. I remembered that was her favorite, and I had got some. We talked and laughed together until she was sleepy.

I put her in bed and she asked me to stay until she went to sleep. The next morning we ate fruit for breakfast, and she looked like she wanted to tell me something.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her.

“I smell,” she said. “I need to take a bath. How am I going to do that, Jacks?”

“I’ll wash you,” I told her.

“Nooo, Jackson, don’t,” she was practically crying.

“Relax, baby,” I told her. “No one is going to do anything to you without your permission. That’s something that’s going to change about your life. You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Really?” she looked up at me.

“Really,” I told her. “You aren’t a slave, Audrey. No one is going to tell you what to do. Get used to it. That’s the thing I hated most about living with Mom and Dad. They had all those rules about what you could and couldn’t do. It didn’t matter to them what you thought. You’re grown up now, and you get to decide. I think you’ll make responsible decisions. I may try to talk you into doing things I think will be good for you. For instance, why don’t you want me to wash you?”

“Jackson! I would have to take my clothes off. You would see me naked! You’re my brother.”

“I’ve helped you get dressed twice already,” I told her. “I’ve already seen you nearly naked. I don’t think a little pink lacy bra and panty set would be considered much cover. I am your brother, you’re right. That means I take care of my little sister when she’s sick. I wash her, change her bed, give her medicine, carry her around when she can’t walk, whatever it takes. That’s what you do for people you love.”

“Are you sure? It’s very embarrassing.”

“Would you rather I hire a stranger to wash you?”

“No, I want you to do it if it has to be done.”

“The doctor told me all the bandages could come off today,” I told her. “We have to cover up your casts with plastic bags. We’ll put rubber bands around the top so no water will get in.”

She agreed, and I wheeled her into the bathroom to get undressed. I pulled her shirt off and her shorts down over her cast, leaving her in her bra and panties. They were the white ones I got her while she was in the hospital. I let her keep them on for a while. It was a little disturbing at first. She had become something different than the last time I saw her. She had breasts and her hips had become flared and exciting. I didn’t want to stare so I got a warm washcloth and wet the tape holding her bandages on. When the tape softened enough, it pulled off easily without pulling her skin. She had more than a dozen and it took me a while. I left her there and went to get garbage bags to cover her casts. I got two big rubber bands and covered her casts. She got back in the chair while I got the water adjusted.

“Okay,” I told her. “Don’t feel bad now, but I’m going to take off your underwear. Lean forward for me.”

She did and I unhooked the little bra. I pulled it over arms and she lifted her butt a little so I could pull her panties down. There was a stone bench in my shower, built into the wall, and I set her down on it.”

“This is silly,” she said. “Your clothes are getting all wet. I think you should take them off.”

“Won’t that embarrass you?” I asked her.

“Yes, but I’ll feel less embarrassed if I’m not the only one naked.”

I stripped and got back in. She didn’t want to look, but her eyes kept being drawn back to my cock.

I beylikdüzü escort didn’t want to stare, either, but I couldn’t help it. She laughed and looked up at me. Her eyes were clear blue with streaks of violet in them. I realized that they changed color with her moods.

“This is really awkward,” she said. “I’ve never seen a naked boy before, and so I’m just going to look until it doesn’t seem so weird, okay?”

“Only if I can look, too,” I told her. “I’ve never seen my little sister naked before either.”

She nodded. She moved her eyes over my body and relaxed against the wall, the warm water streaming over her.

She was stunning in her innocence. Her breasts took my breath away. Her wet hair was covering one, hanging down on the bench nearly to the floor. They were little firm perky cones. They were maybe the size of half a small apple, fuller at the bottoms and turned up toward the tip. She had almost invisible areola, just one shade darker than her skin, and her nipples begged to be sucked. They were little brown buttons about the size of a pencil eraser. They were high and proud. My eyes traced her slender form downward. She had a tiny waist that quickly flared out into her slim hips. She had the cutest little belly button and below that was a small patch of that flaming red hair. It was very sparse and her skin showed through plainly. She had trimmed it into a thin line. Her mons thrust out in a little rise and I could see the beginnings of light pink lips below.

“God, you’re gorgeous, Audrey!” I told her. “You grew up pretty, baby.”

She blushed pink all over. She was one of those rare redheads who can tan and she had brown arms and legs while her body was lighter and golden colored. The blush colored her up and she looked adorable. I certainly adored her.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “You look amazing, too, Jacks. Can I touch you?”

“Yes, if you want to,” I told her. “I’m going to be touching you. I have to if I’m going to wash you.”

“Okay,” she said. “Would you mind if we got started? This is really embarrassing.”

I got a washcloth and pumped shower gel on it. I carefully washed her face, taking care to go easy on the abrasion on her forehead. I washed her neck and shoulders, again taking care not to hurt her abrasions or the broken collar bone. When I reached her chest, I got the upper part and squirted some gel on her breasts. I lathered them up and she gasped when the cloth touched her nipples. They sprang erect and she blushed even more. I just washed, not trying to feel her up. I kept telling myself that this was my little sister and she trusted me. I couldn’t take advantage of her. I pulled her toward me, away from the wall so I could get to her back. I scrubbed it well and then moved down and washed her good foot and her thighs above the cast. My cock was at half-mast and it threatened to rise all the way as I washed her smooth thighs. When I reached her crotch she flinched away.

“It’s too much,’ she gasped. “I’ll do it.”

I handed her the cloth and she washed between her legs. “I can’t do my butt,” she said. “Help me.”

I pulled her up and she held my arm with her good one while she balanced on one leg. She had a fantastic butt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite as beautiful and sexy. It was very firm and round, small, but full and resilient as I ran the cloth over it. I washed in the deep valley between her cheeks and she moaned. I got the shower head off its hook and ran the water down her back. When I parted her cheeks and ran the water down that valley she shivered. I let her sit back down and got the shampoo to wash her hair. As I was lathering it up, I felt a feather touch on my belly. I looked down and her hand was touching me just below my navel. As I washed her hair the touch became firm and she ran her hand over my belly.

“You have nice muscles, Jacks,” she told me.

I laughed and flexed my abs. I had pretty good definition, and I spent a lot of time trying to stay in shape. She ran her hand up to my chest and as I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, it slid down and gave my cock a squeeze.

I gasped and her hand jerked back like it had been burned.

“I’m sorry, Jacks,” her eyes were pleading with me. “That was bad. I just needed to know what it felt like. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” I assured her. “I’m not mad. I told you you could touch me.”

She smiled up at me and I turned off the water. I took her tiny naked form in my arms and stood her in front of the mirror so she could hold on to the counter. I got a big fluffy towel and dried her off.

“Do you blow dry your hair?” I asked her.

“No, it breaks it,” she said. “I’ll just wrap it up in a towel. Will you brush it for me later?”

“Of course I will, Audrey.” I wrapped her up in her towel, sad to see her gorgeous nakedness disappear under it. I got another and wrapped it around her hair. My cock was iron hard by now and she looked at it.

“Why are you like that?” she asked. “Will it go away? Does it hurt?”

“Well, it’s like that because I was in the shower with the most beautiful naked girl I’ve ever seen,” I told her. “When men get excited this happens. It’s like your nipples getting hard. They don’t stay like that. It will go down. It doesn’t hurt unless it happens often and I don’t get any relief.”

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Sally awoke as the sun streamed through the bedroom window. She half opened one eye to gaze at the clock on the bedside table. It was just past 9am. Thankfully it was a Saturday and she wouldn’t have to go in to work.

She sat up in bed, a thin smile appearing on her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night. Tommy had been practically insatiable and they had spent half the night fucking before they fell asleep. She wondered who was actually the insatiable one. Maybe it was her and not her son.

The other side of the bed was empty. In a way she was kind of glad that Tommy had gotten up before she did. She didn’t want him to see how she looked first thing in the morning. All her wrinkles and lines seemed to accentuate themselves first thing in the morning.

Her thoughts went back again to the previous night. How things had changed. Her life was altered now. Their lives were altered! From being a loving mother to her son she was now loving her son. Loving him completely and without any reservation. She had given herself completely to her son and in a way that she shouldn’t have.

In the light of day and with lust no longer clouding her senses, she began to feel guilty. She should have been able to control the situation and not give in to her son’s lusty advances. Her mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of incest. Incest. The word hit her, sounding filthy and degrading. But there was no denying it, she was an incestuous mother. Sally swallowed hard, feeling a strange queasiness in her tummy.

She made her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all messed up and she looked like a fucked out slut. A slut fucked by her own son, she thought to herself. She suddenly felt very dirty and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascading down her refreshed and revived her, but her mind was still tortured by the recent events.

Sally dried herself and pulled on her robe. She opened her room door and smelled the aroma of fried bacon. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Tommy busy preparing breakfast. How sweet of him. She thought to herself. She found her eyes focusing on his firm arse and then working up to his broad shoulders.

Oh, don’t do this. Stop looking at him like that, he’s your son. She thought to herself.

“Morning Mom!” Tommy sang cheerfully as he noticed his mother standing in the doorway. He walked over to her and tried to hug her but Sally moved away.

“Mom! What’s wrong?” Tommy asked, a little taken aback.

“N-nothing. I — I Oh Tommy!” Sally stuttered. “We need to talk. Sit down.”

Tommy placed a plate of bacon on the kitchen table and then pulled out a chair and turned it around, sitting down so he was facing the back of the chair. Sally sat opposite him and picked at a piece of bacon.

“Tommy.” She began. “About last night…”

“Yeah! It sure was good wasn’t it?” Tommy exclaimed. “Just like I always thought it would be.”

“No… don’t say that.” Sally protested. “We shouldn’t have Tommy. It was wrong. Don’t you see? I’m your mother. We shouldn’t have.”

“But we did Mother.” Tommy countered. “Didn’t you … I mean wasn’t it like what you wanted? Didn’t you like it? Wasn’t… Wasn’t I any good?”

“Oh Tommy. You were wonderful.” Sally said softly. “It — it.. Oh God. I don’t know.. Yes, it was good. It was sooo good Tommy. But it’s just so wrong. I shouldn’t have let you…. I shouldn’t have. You’re my son!”

“And a son that loves you very much Mom.” Tommy said strongly. His hand moved to rest on her thigh. “I’ve felt terrible thinking about you so much. I’ve felt guilty getting a hard on when you walk past. I just can’t help it Mom. You’re so beautiful and sexy.”

“You’re sweet Tommy. But surely there are girls your age. Surely you’ve been with other girls.”

“You can say the word Fuck, Mom. You didn’t seem to have any trouble saying it last night.” Tommy said, a little angrily. “Yes! I have Fucked other girls. But it’s different with you Mom. Sometimes…sometimes I think I’m fucking you when I’m with other girls. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you”

Sally felt a flutter inside her. This can’t be happening again!

“And after last night,” Tommy continued. “I — I… well, I though that now it was out in the open and you know, we could just… you know sort of carry on.”

“Oh Tommy! But what if someone found out?”

“Is that all you’re worried about Mom?” Tommy smiled.

“No! Just one of the things. You know its wrong Tommy. I’m your mother for goodness sakes. We shouldn’t be fucking around Tommy.”

“But we already have mother.” Tommy said logically. “You’ll always be my mother Mom and I’ll always be your son. It’s just that we’re lovers too. I guess I’m a Mother Fucker now.”

“Don’t make a joke out of it.” Sally said, trying to hide her smile. “This is a serious matter.”

“Look Mom, I’m not gonna tell anyone we fucked ok. And I’m sure you won’t either.”

“Of course not!” Sally said. “But I just don’t know if we bakırköy escort can do this again. I really don’t. Last night was wonderful and I think it was something that we both needed but…I just don’t know okay.”

“Okay Mom. So we leave it at that.” Tommy said with a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. “I better go out for a while. Clear my head and let you have some time to yourself too.”

Tommy kissed his mom and walked out the door.

*** ***** ****

Two weeks passed by and the atmosphere in the Winters household was cool to say the least. Tommy was polite but not very warm to his mother. Sally could still see him looking at her in lust but she had made a conscious effort to wear dowdy clothes in the house. As soon as she returned home from work, she would shower and then slip into an old housecoat. Nothing at all revealing and nothing at all sexy. Tommy had even passed a nasty comment that she dressed like an old grandmother. Sally just let the comment pass.

No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept returning back to that night of steamy passion and lust. She would often daydream at work and she would get home with a soaking wet pussy. Her juices collected in her thick thatch of hair and she could smell her cuntal secretions as she undressed.

Returning home from work she found Tommy home earlier than usual. He had been going out a lot of late and it was nice to see him home. Her heart did a little flutter just like when she was back in school. He was in the backyard, lifting some weights and she could see him through the back door. He was wearing a sleeveless top which showed of his bulging muscles nicely. His body was glazed with sweat and from the back, he reminded her of his father.

A tear sprang to her eye as she realised that after losing her husband, she was now losing her son. There was such a tension in the air and it always seemed like they were avoiding each other. What kind of relationship was this? Not only was she losing the emotional connection with her son, she was missing out on a fabulous lover as well.

Damn it to hell! I don’t care anymore! I want my son back and I want to fuck him too. He makes me feel so good and I love him. I love his cock! Oh damn me, damn him but I don’t care. I want him.

And with that thought reverberating in her mind, Sally realised that she had crossed the point of no return. Two weeks she had thought about this and this wasn’t a decision made in the heat of the moment. She was not only going to fuck her son again but this time she was going to initiate it.

She raced upstairs and opened her lingerie drawer. A drawer that hadn’t been opened since her husband had passed on. With trembling hands she opened the drawer and smiled wistfully at the amount of lingerie she had. She picked out a once piece black, lace teddy that had two cut-outs for her breasts and was also crotch-less — exposing her cunt and right up to her asshole. Sally touched up her makeup and removed her bra and panties. As usual her panties were wet at the crotch. She put on the teddy and marvelled at how good she still looked in it.

Sally gathered up her used bra and panties and was about to throw them into the laundry basket when a thought crossed her mind. She needed a way to get Tommy to come upstairs. Sure, she could always just go down in her lingerie and tempt him but that wouldn’t be as much fun. She gave a little giggle as she opened her bedroom window that overlooked the backyard. Tommy was still out back.

Sticking her head outside, she called out in her most motherly tone. “Tommy, why don’t you come inside? Don’t you think that’s enough exercise for the day? “

“Yeah, Mom” Tommy grunted, still working out. “In a minute. What’s your rush anyway?”

Sally giggled as she dropped first her bra and then her soiled panties out the window, “Can you pick those up for me please?”

She wished she could have seen her son’s face as her bra and panties landed on the grass just next to him. Tommy gasped as the undergarments fell beside him and he quickly looked up just in time to see his mother close the window.

He bent down to pick up the bra and panties and he could still feel the warmth of her body on them. The panties were wet at the crotch and Tommy groaned inwardly as he sniffed of his mother’s scent.

He was still in a bit of a daze until he realised what this meant! He quickly ran into the house and up the stairs. His mother’s room was closed! What was she playing at? Was he supposed to go in? Or maybe have a shower first? Maybe she accidentally dropped the underwear. A myriad of thoughts were racing through his head.

Sally had heard him race up the stairs and was wondering why he hadn’t beaten the door down yet. It wasn’t locked anyway but she realised that years of good upbringing had taught him never to walk in on a closed door. At least he could knock she smiled to herself.

“What’s taking you so long Tommy?” She teased. “Did you bring up what I asked you too. Bring them to me.”

Tommy beşiktaş escort opened the door to see his mother standing by the bed in her teddy and wearing high heels. His mouth gaped open and he was at a loss for words. His eyes bulged out hungrily as her took in the lovely sight of his alluring mother.

“Come here darling.” Sally commanded. “Come here and make me a woman again. I’ve decided that I want you. I want you all.”

Tommy didn’t need any further prompting. He ran over to his mother and was about to take her in his arms.

“Uhh. I’m all sweaty Mom.” He declared. “You want I should shower first?”

Sally reached out and pulled him to her, She grasped his shit and pulled it over his head, flinging it across the room. She stepped up to him, pressing her large breasts against his sweaty chest. She kissed him full on the lips, her tongue sneaking into his mouth to tease his own. She mewled as she kissed him, pulling him tightly to her. His sweaty body only served to further enhance her passion.

She pushed her son back and onto the bed. She knelt down to unfasten his trousers and pulled them off. His cock sprang out and up. Her hands toyed with his shaft as she knelt over him and fed him one of her breasts. Tommy slurped hungrily at her stiff nipple, working it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. He chewed lightly on her nipple sending jolts of tingles straight to her pussy. His hands were still holding her undergarments and he released them to maul her breasts as his mouth alternated between left and right nipples.

Sally pulled away, her eyes glassy. She positioned her well oiled cunt over his thick cock and slowly impaled herself on it.

“I’m gonna ride you darling.” She announced as inch after inch of hard cock sliced into her. “Mmmm.. your so big… I love it.”

Tommy reached up to toy with her nipples, eliciting a deep moan from his mother.

“Ohhh… yessss… my nipples are my love buttons you know… pinch them. Oh God! Not so hard. Gently..yessss.”

Sally had taken all of her sons cock deep into her cunt and ass cheeks were flush against his thighs. She positioned her feet for leverage on either side of his thighs and slowly lifted herself up and then down again, fucking her son slowly.

“Ohhh. Mother… your cunt is so hot and wet.” Sally’s cunt was on fire as she slowly fucked her son. His thick cock spread her pussy walls and filled her. She could feel the heat from his meat radiating deep inside her.

“I wanted to suck you mother, I wanted to taste you before I fucked you.” Tommy moaned in desire. “I wish there were two of you so I could suck you and fuck you at the same time.”

Sally felt her pussy spasm with added desire at her son’s lusty thoughts. She started to fuck him faster, her ass making a loud slapping sound as she bounced up and down on his cock. Tommy was still squeezing her nipples and she felt her orgasm starting to build.

“Oh God Yess….!” Sally moaned. “You wanted to suck me did you? Well suck on this!”

Sally grabbed her soiled panties lying on the bed and fed them into her sons open mouth. His eyes bulged out as he realised what his mother was doing but then he groaned in lust as he tasted his mother’s juices on her wet soiled panties. This was so kinky!

Sally thought it was kinky too and the sight of her son munching on her panties served to ignite the flames in her already smouldering pussy. She bounced harder on her sons cock as the molten lava began to bubble and spew within her.

“Ohhh… aahhhhh… Fuckkk yeesssss.” Sally cried out as her pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. Tommy squeezed her nipples hard as he sucked on her panties, drawing out the juices soaked into the fabric. He felt his mothers pussy quiver on his cock and then she collapsed on him. Tommy pulled the panties from his mouth and rolled his mother over.

“Now its my turn to fuck you.” Tommy announced.

He pulled his mother to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs upward, spreading them out obscenely. He positioned his cock at her gaping entrance and thrust in powerfully, knocking the breath out of his mother. He held her legs apart while at the same time lifting them slightly so her body was angled toward his. In this position, his pistoning cock rubbed against her engorged clitoris stimulating her wanton body immediately.

Tommy kept up a steady tempo, fucking his hot meat into his mother. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as her son rammed his hot cock deeply into her. Her body tensed and she shuddered in orgasm but still her son didn’t stop. Harder and faster he pumped into her and she felt herself experiencing sexual pleasure like she had never known. Her whole body was on fire and her toes tingled.

“Oh Yes! Oh Yes lover. Just like that. Don’t..Don’t stop!” Sally cried out with abandon. “I’m gonna cum again honey. Fuck me baby. Fuck mother! Fuck your slutty mother!”

Tommy’ s cock lurched in his mother’s pussy as he watched her face twisted in passion. beylikdüzü escort He could feel her hot wetness around his cock and he felt his balls tighten. He thrust into her faster and almost brutally. His balls swelled and he could feel his cock start to swell in his mother’s cunt.

“Cumming Mother! I’m cummmming!!”

His cock jerked and spit out it’s hot liquid. Sally felt her stomach muscles tighten as the hot liquid sprayed inside her in large squirts.

“Uunnhhh! Yessss… Ohhhhhhhh……” She squealed in pleasure, almost unable to handle the exquisite feeling of pleasure inundating every pore of her body. Her sons cock continued to spurt inside her and she felt completely filled with his semen. With his cock still buried deep inside his mother, he kissed her hard and firm, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and teasing her upper palate. The teasing of her palate sent jolts coursing through her. She moaned as she sucked on his tongue. Tommy slowly pulled his cock out of his mother and Sally raised her head to look downward.

“Your’e still hard Tommy!” Sally exclaimed.

“One of the good things about being young, I guess.” Tommy laughed. “And you make me horny Mom. I want you again.”

Tommy had begun to run his cock up and down her gash, teasing her. Sally moaned softly. Her cunt was already sore with the number times she had cum and her son’s brutal fucking.

“Oh baby. Mother’s cunt is sore.” She moaned softly. “Let me suck you instead.”

“Why don’t I fuck your ass mother?” Tommy said hungrily. “You ever had it in your ass mother?”

“N-No… never in my ass.”

Sally felt a mixture of fear and excitement. Her husband had always wanted to fuck her ass but she had never let him. And now her son wanted her ass as well! She looked up at her son and his eyes seemed to take on a look that she had never seen before. It was a kind of lust that was almost menacing.

“I want your ass mother.” He hissed. “I’m gonna fuck you ass. Turn over.”

Sally’s hear was beating wildly as she realised she was going to give her son her anal cherry. As she turned over, she began to feel the the cum deep in her pussy start to leak out.

“Let me go clean up first. Your cum is running out my pussy.”

“No! Just raise your Ass mother!” Tommy commanded. He was taking charge and he wanted to do things his way. He reached for the panties lying on the bed and stuffed them into his mother’s leaking pussy, plugging the hole. “That looks so kinky too!”

Sally did feel kinky with her panties stuffed into her leaking pussy. She lowered her head and rasied her ass, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks. She felt her sons thick cock lubricated with both their juices press against her puckered flower.

Tommy positioned his cock and slowly but surely inched his cock inside his Mother’s bung hole. Sally grimaced as she felt his cock sliding into her. It felt like a red hot poker slicing through her. She buried her heard deep into the pillow to try not to scream. She felt his balls slap against her spread thighs and she knew he was all the way into her.

He slowly pulled his cock out of her and then worked it back into her clenching ass. Her ass hole slowly adjusted to his girth and length and the pain eventually lessened. Sally let her body go limp to accommodate her son’s cock and she started to feel aroused as his cock ploughed into her.

“Ummm.. Your ass is so tight mother!” Tommy groaned in pleasure. He started to thrust harder into her and Sally raised her head slightly as she thrust back against her son’s invading cock.

“Uh…Uh…. Uh….” Sally moaned loudly as Tommy grabbed her hips and pounded into her ass. He reached forward and cupped her tits, using them as leverage to fuck deeper into her asshole. His fingers toyed with her nipples and Sally started to see stars. Her body quivered and her thighs started to tremble.

Tommy grunted as he felt his own orgasm start to build. “Your ass is so tight Mother, I’m gonna cum.. I cant hold out much longer….!”

“Cum baby!” Sally cried out. “Cum in my ass. Cum with me!”

Sally tensed as her son pulled tightly on her nipples and she felt his cock swell in her and spurt deep into her bowels. Tommy grunted again with each spurt and Sally cried out in pleasure. His cock was deep inside her and she could feel each throb and spurt of his hot cock deep inside her. She felt like she was being lifted up and her eyes saw bright flashes as her body trembled and shook in orgasm.

“Yeeesssss!!!” Sally screamed out as she collapsed on to the bed. Tommy pulled out of her, watching her asshole slowly shrink back as it released his cock. But it was still open and he could see some of his cum starting to leak out. Tommy pulled his Mother’s panties out of her pussy causing her to jerk involuntarily.

“Oohhhhh.! So Good… so good baby.” She moaned as she turned around on her back to look up at her son. She beckoned to him and Tommy lay on top of her, his hairy chest crushing her breasts.

Sally lay beneath him, both of them breathing heavily, sweat creasing Tommy’s forehead. Both her holes were leaking cum and running down her thighs. Her son’s cum. She wrapped her arms tightly around her son, his cock throbbing hotly against her thighs. She knew that after this, she would be his forever. Whenever he wanted. However he wanted.

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