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Smiling happily, I thought, today is the day. At last, 12 years of school would come to a climax and I would graduate. I had even won a prize for Maths. I was ready to celebrate in a wild way, especially considering my 18th birthday was three weeks ago and I couldn’t celebrate it properly then because it fell in the middle of exam week.

Adjusting my mortar board to sit firmly on my head, I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror in my bedroom. My long, blonde hair, which was normally straight as an arrow, tumbled luxuriously over my shoulders. It was worth the hassle of sleeping in curlers to create this style. The bedroom lights made my hair gleam and shine like satin. The effect was stunning.

The royal blue of the graduation gown and mortar board seemed to be made specifically to highlight my flaxen curls. The gown draped in folds over my slim frame and hung perfectly to mid calf. It was exactly the right shade to make my emerald eyes sparkle even brighter and appear more piercing. My lips glimmered with pale pink lipstick – Innocence – my favourite shade and curved into a satisfied smile. I looked perfect and I looked that way for my father.

Dad was my shining light. Throughout my life, everything I did, I did with the express purpose of pleasing him. I couldn’t bear to think he would ever be disappointed in me and my achievements, I couldn’t handle the shame of letting him down. So I learned my school work and I learned to bring him joy. To this end, I grew my hair long because he thought it looked more feminine. I only used pale pink lipsticks and nail polish as he said that anything else looked trampy. My whole life, I studied as hard as I could. I didn’t always achieve top grades but I tried my best. My Dad knew I worked flat out and he loved me for trying so hard.

I only ever dated boys I knew that he would approve of and I never let them do anything more than kiss me. Some people thought I was a tease but I didn’t want to lead them on. If they thought they would get it all from me, I wouldn’t be able to stop them. So I never let the boys think they had a chance. I was saving myself.

And today, finally, I could reward Dad’s faith and trust in me. He took the day off work to come with me to the afternoon ceremony and promised that in the evening we would do whatever I liked to celebrate. I was so excited. It was his 40th birthday in a couple of weeks so we had decided to roll all the parties into one big bash.

“Beth? Are you ready to go yet?” His voice floated up the stairs to my room.

“In a minute Dad. I’ll be right there.”

I slipped into my black heels, took one final glance in the mirror, and headed downstairs, ready to make my grand entrance.

Dad was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His face broke into a huge smile, showing his dimples to their best advantage.

“Oh Beth. Honey, you look wonderful. I am so proud of my little girl.”

“Thanks Dad. I am glad you’re happy.”

I brushed a quick kiss across his lips and then reached up to wipe away the smudge of Innocence I left there. “Shall we go, Dad?”

“Soon darling. I just want to take a few photos.”

After 15 minutes of posing and shutters clicking, we were finally on our way. I could barely sit still in the car. Nervous, excited, happy – I couldn’t decide what I felt most.

I glanced across at my father, assured and in control in the driver’s seat. His black blazer showcased his hard chest and strong arms. His legs moved powerfully, changing the gears and riding the pedals with ease. I was so proud of what he had achieved. He owned the local gym and worked there part time as an instructor. As well as instructing, he also managed the place single handed and had the complete respect of all his staff.

I adored gazing at his perfect body. His muscles were toned and taut, but he wasn’t bulky like the huge body builders. He gave me a sense of security, protection. I never need be afraid in his presence. His eyes were the same piercing emerald as mine and his hair was only a shade or two darker than my own locks. Dad’s hairline hadn’t started to recede yet and it was thick and lustrous. I often bakırköy escort ran my hands through it just to feel how soft it was. It made him smile dreamily when I brushed and stroked his hair. I reached over now and stroked his hair lovingly. He smiled and glanced at me. “I love you Dad.”

“I love you more, Beth.”

We arrived at the school hall, along with hundreds of other people ready to celebrate this milestone. The ceremony went off without a hitch. Everyone had a great time and got carried away eating the refreshments. We threw our mortar boards in the air, as per tradition. Funny though, they never tell you how hard it is afterwards to find your own hat again. But we survived and returned our gowns and mortars in tact after another lengthy photo shoot. “Just one more, one more shot,” seemed to be the most heard cry on the front lawn. The parents just couldn’t get enough of their darling children who were turning into adults before their very eyes.

I said a teary goodbye to all my friends. The whole event was so incredibly emotional. The speeches were inspiring and the class clown lived up to his reputation.

At last, I was alone with Dad. I hugged him tightly, and pressed myself against his toned chest, making full body contact. Now that I had given my gown back, Dad could see that I was wearing a short, tight red skirt and a loose filmy cream blouse. It complimented my tanned skin and showed a hint of cleavage. I was ready to party hard!

“Let’s get this party started, Dad!” I cried enthusiastically.

“OK, baby. Don’t bust your girdle!” he teased.

“Hey! You know I don’t need to wear a girdle.” I fluttered my lashes at him. Would he understand that I was trying to seduce him? That I was no longer playing the innocent daughter?

We got back into the Mercedes and drove to the most expensive restaurant in town. When Dad wanted to show me a good time, he went all out and spared no expense!! You had to admire that!

We settled back in our chairs after an exquisite meal and slowly sipped our way through our second bottle of champagne. As I said, nothing but the best for his girl.

“Dad, let’s go dancing! I want to rock and roll.”

“Whatever my girl wants, we shall do. Tonight I am your slave, Beth.”

Arching my eyebrow suggestively, I whispered, “Do you mean that Dad? Are you prepared to do anything for me?”

Looking a little surprised, he replied, “Of course!. You know I only want you to be happy.”

Smiling, feeling satisfied that I had planted the seeds of my ultimate plan, I proposed that we should move on at once to the hippest nightclub in the city. I knew my Dad could groove on the dance floor and we often danced in our lounge room, bounding and jumping like maniacs. Everything was going swimmingly.

At the club, the music was loud and pumping. It was fantastic. Whenever we needed to speak to each other, we had to whisper into each other’s ear. I made sure my lips brushed against his lobe and remained there just a little longer than was necessary. I breathed softly into his ear and I could see him shiver.

We danced for hours, sometimes together, sometimes with another partner. Swirling and circling, swaying and sliding. I was lost in the moment and watched the lights pulsing to the beat of my heart.

Suddenly a slow song pounded through the speakers. I stared around the dance floor and bang, there he was. My father’s piercing eyes met mine and we drifted into each others arms. Softly, tenderly we swayed in time to the music. I snuggled against his shoulder and made sure my pelvis was rubbing against his.

As the song drew to a close, I whispered, “Time to go home, Dad. I want to give you a special present. My gift to you for being such a great father.”

He was starting to appear a little wary and unsure of what was happening. But being ever trustful of his only daughter, he did as I asked.

When we arrived home, I told him to get comfortable in the lounge as I wanted to take a shower to wash off the smell of cigarette smoke. While I was upstairs I prepared his bedroom for my gift. I turned down the cover beşiktaş escort on his huge four poster bed and brought about a dozen scented candles into the room. I placed them strategically on the dresser and other bits of furniture. Carefully, I lit them all to release the wonderful aromatic flavours they would produce.

I quickly showered and dressed in only a rose satin robe. I made my way back downstairs and into the lounge. He was sitting on the sofa. He had taken his shirt off, kicked his shoes to the side and loosed the belt on his trousers. Almost too easy, I thought. His head was resting against the back of the sofa and I saw that he was dozing lightly.

Silently, I spread his legs slightly and moved myself between them. I leaned over and kissed him gently on his sensual lips. I kissed him again more insistently. His mouth fell open a touch and I used the opportunity to flick my tongue into his mouth and run it across his teeth. That was when I knew he woke up.

“Baby,” he murmured. “What are you doing?”

“I am rewarding you for all the years you loved me unconditionally. For the times when you held my hand and helped me through the many small problems and the big crises.”

“Honey, no. You shouldn’t be doing this. I did all those things because I love you. You are my daughter and I want only the best for you.”

“Daddy, you are the best thing for me. I saved myself all this time because I knew you were the perfect man to love me properly for the first time.”

His eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead, his eyes were huge and luminous. “What are you saying, Bethie? Do you really mean this?”

“Dad, I want to give you my virginity. I think it is the only gift I can give to the man who gave me life and made my life wonderful.”

Taking advantage of his stunned state, I took his hands in mine and gently but insistently pulled him out of the chair and up the stairs to his bedroom. He entered slowly and peered about him. Maybe he thought he was on Candid Camera? Gradually he realised that I meant what I had said and he would be given my greatest treasure.

I kissed him deeply as we moved towards the bed, covered in soft pillows and satin sheets. My tongue probed his mouth as I explored its depths and caverns. I felt him start to relax and become more involved with kissing me. I ran my hands through the tight blond curls on his chest and tweaked his nipples with my fingers.

“Oh, Daddy,” I breathed. “I love you so much.”

Just before he sat on the bed, I undid his trousers properly and let them fall to the floor. He stepped away from them and I could feel his erection starting to grow despite his reluctance. I kneeled down in front of him and took hold of the waistband of his boxers in my teeth. With great cunning, I pulled them down over his muscled thighs and calfs. Finally, he stood naked before me. I stepped back to gaze at this stunning body. I drank him in and noted the chiselled torso and beautiful firm ass. Lightly I ran my fingers over his body, tracing the outline of his sculptured biceps and finely toned abdomen. He stood still with his eyes closed, moaning every now and then, when I touched a particularly sensitive area.

I couldn’t bear it a moment longer. I needed to have closer contact with him and threw myself onto him. I wrapped my arms around him and twined my legs around his. We kissed passionately for the longest eternity.

Dad looked as weak and vulnerable as I felt. So I pushed him down onto the bed and laid him out on his back. His cock now stood straight and tall at right angle to his body. It was a magnificent specimen. It was about 7 inches long and incredibly thick. When he entered me, it was going to hurt. His balls were heavy and full of thick juicy cum. I couldn’t wait for him to unload into my virgin pussy.

The whole purpose of this evening was for him to pierce my hymen and be the first man to enter me with love. Anything more than that would take place on another occasion. And after tonight, I was sure there were going to be many, many more occasions.

Standing beside the bed, I waited until he was staring beylikdüzü escort at me and I had his full attention. Then I slowly let the satin robe I was wearing drop below my shoulders. Like an imagined whisper, the robe then slid to the ground and I showed Dad my entire glory. His eyes grew huge and round. He hungrily devoured the sight of my c cup breasts sitting high and full, my flat stomach and the gracious curve of my hips. My pussy was trimmed into the shape of a heart and he spent many moments contemplating this.

“Dad, are you pleased? Did I turn out to be everything you hoped for?”

With a strangled groan, he uttered, “Oh God, Beth. You are so fabulously splendid. An absolute angel. I can’t take your virginity from you.”

Without another word, I climbed onto the bed beside him and leaned over to kiss the tip of his cock. He realised there was no longer a choice.

My tongue slid up and down his strong shaft and played tiny circles around and around the base. I spread his legs and knelt between them so I could look up into his face and enjoy his pleasure. Sucking and blowing like an expert, I felt his balls tighten and his rod get stiffer and harder.

Instinctively knowing that the timing was right, I raised up and straddled his body. I positioned my pussy directly above his cock, ready for him to thrust deep inside and make me a true woman. Ever so slowly, increasing his tension and anticipation, I lowered my slit over his shaft.

I felt his head push through my wet, swollen, throbbing pussy lips. He moaned and I gasped with the new senses it was arousing in me. I watched his face flick between expressions of horror that he was about to fuck his baby girl and pure lust that he was taking the purity of someone special.

His dick reached my internal barrier and with steady pressure, I pushed down harder onto him. I felt a flash of pain as he broke through and entered my greatest depths. Pausing for a little while, I became used to the feeling of this thick sensitive cock deep inside.

Then I started to raise and lower my hips. Gently moving into a natural rhythm, I felt him respond. I decided to give him some encouragement.

“Fuck me Dad. Fuck your little slut daughter. Cum in me and make me beg for more.”

Once again, his eyes flew open in horror at the vulgar language emerging from his precious girl’s lips. But when he saw the lust and longing in my face, he knew I was honestly wanting him to give me the ride of my life.

“Bethie, my darling bitch slave. Slam your pussy on your Dad. Grind me down, screw me hard, you little slag.”

I started rocking faster and faster. We were thrusting and pulsing in perfect unison. It seemed that we were destined for this moment. Crying out and moaning, I thrashed my arms on his chest. He reached up and fondled my tits, squeezing and pulling on my tender nipples.

“Fuck me Beth, fuck your Dad like an animal.”

“Oh god, Daddy. You hurt so good. Make me yours, root me, hump me, pump me. Oooohhhhh just fuck me hard.”

Deeper and deeper his cock thrust into my well. The juice was pouring out of my pussy as I screamed in complete ecstasy. Closer and closer we were getting to the peak of our desire. Moaning and calling out each other’s names I felt him start to explode inside me.

“Beeeetthhhh,” he shouted.

I came in a shattering orgasm a second later. “Fuuck, Dad. Ohhh fuck.”

Still pumping hard, I rode his cock like a demon possessed. Wild animals driven by pure lust, we continued until my pussy had squeezed every bit of juice from his powerful dick. Panting and exhausted, I fell forward onto his chest, his cock remaining firmly in my wet pussy.

We kissed and massaged each other, unable to get enough of touching and feeling to try and believe that this was all real and not a beautiful dream.

“Thank you Dad,” I murmured into his ear. “That was the most sensual experience I have ever had.”

Finally, we drifted off to sleep with me still lying on top of him, my head snuggled comfortably against his shoulder. We remained that way all night, his dick inside me, so that when we woke up the next morning, the memory of this night would return at once. My virgin hole felt stretched and tender in the most delicious way. I knew I would never forget this night and who knows what we would do over the coming weeks. There were so many positions and styles of love making to try, that we may never get out of bed again!

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I was sitting in Mrs. Gelotti’s office discussing the possibility of carrying her company’s line of cosmetics and her new line of clothing. We had gotten to the point where I felt comfortable using her first name, Sheila, and actually the only thing left to negotiate was my line of credit. That’s when he walked in.

He opened the door and strode in. Excusing himself for the interruption, Sheila nodded to him and sitting down, she introduced him as Jason Marton. He was the head designer at the House of Gelotti, her company, and he had come in to ask her if she wanted to go out for lunch.

Smiling, Mrs. Gelotti looked at me and asked: “Care to join us?”

I wouldn’t have missed the chance. Jason was to die for. Lean, tall, handsome and as my eyes drifted down, also very well endowed in the,,,, ahem,…. male attributes department.

Over lunch my suspicions were confirmed. Sheila liked women. Her hand moved to my knee under the table and slowly pushed up under my mini-skirt.

Oh I didn’t mind, being used to aggressive women, and quite frankly I would have made a pass at her if she hadn’t taken the lead. To help things along I excused myself and went to the ladies room and freshened up a bit and took my panties off and put them in my purse.

I didn’t want any obstacles to prevent her from enjoying herself. Returning to the table I sat a bit nearer to her then earlier, and again she began her exploration.

Jason obviously knew what was going on and tried to keep the conversation going though there were long pauses when Sheila suddenly made contact with my wet pussy.

Actually I would have welcomed either one of them to my bed. Where Jason was so fucking masculine that he was making me pant, Sheila was a very sexy and beautiful woman. And she seemed to be extremely young to own such a prestigious company.

That was soon explained away. She had acquired the company in a divorce settlement. She had been married for three years and it didn’t work out. Apparently her husband at that time wasn’t interested enough in sex to keep her satisfied.

She smiled at Jason and confessed that without his help she would have had an extremely difficult time. I wasn’t sure whether she was talking about running the business or her getting thru her divorce.

Now her fingers were moving over my clit and I began to have a bit of a problem concentrating on what was being discussed.

Hell at that point my hand was under the table too, but Jason was the object of my interests at that moment.

I couldn’t reach far enough to get my hand where it needed to be but he accepted my grouping as if it were the most normal thing to be doing over lunch.

After two or three drinks too many, the party broke up. Sheila explained that she had hoped to spend the evening with me but that she had a prior commitment that would occupy most of her evening.

That was when she suggested that Jason take me out for dinner and possibly dancing later. Then she said something a bit strange.

“Oh and Jason gives marvelous massages. If you ask him nicely I think he might just…, well you know,… if you need to be relaxed before going to sleep.”

At that time I didn’t quite understand but I welcomed her request that Jason take me out and entertain me for the night. Later I found out that while I had been in the ladies room she had told Jason to take me out. He really had no choice, but I don’t think he would have refused anyway.

I’m not exactly common in the looks department. I’m a model in my own right, and have a damn good body and an attractive face.

Six o’clock and I was enjoying a drink with Jason in a quiet corner of the Hotel restaurant. I had changed into something a bit sexier than I had worn earlier. I love leather and my outfit was almost entirely supple leather with silver accessories.

Again I had omitted wearing my panties or bra. Hell I was firm enough to forget the bra thing and I wanted to be available if he had any idea of doing some exploring on his own.

So sure, I’ll admit it. I was smitten by Jason and I think he had the hots for me too. So a great dinner, three or four drinks to loosen me up and I was feeling cozy and very, very horny.

I had to take the lead. He seemed just a bit inhibited so when I got him up to dance, I initiated a few rather intimate dance moves never taught in classes.

Rubbing his chest with my breasts, pushing my thigh firmly up between his legs, and the always popular, nibble on his ear lobe.

Of course that was accompanied by a bit of panting. I was actually doing as much to excite myself as I was doing to him.

I finally felt his hand slide down my back and rest just above my derrière. Now my hips thrust forward and I began to actually hump his thigh. Almost as if tribbing.

By now I could feel him responding and that excited me even more. Finally I got him in a more secluded part of the dance floor and slid my hand down between our tummies and I clutched his cock thru his slacks.

To say he was halkalı escort large would be an understatement. He was enormous.

Around eleven I began to get panicky at the thought that the night might end. I kept on ordering drinks and by eleven thirty I whispered in his ear. “I need one of your special massages. The kind Sheila mentioned. Come on, let’s go up to my suite and you can give me one.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect. He had been the perfect gentleman all night and I had been aggressive and rather slutty. Still he agreed.

Hell I didn’t know what to expect and yet I knew he would, one way or the other have his hands on me.

Walking in I closed the door and taking his hand, led him to the bedroom.

Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, I sat, facing away from him, with my feet dangling to the floor, I pulled the snaps of my blouse open. One by one they slowly parted exposing more and more of my breasts.

I shrugged out of my blouse and began to wiggle the mini skirt down over my hips and finally onto the floor next to the discarded blouse.

He stood quietly behind me as I stood up. Thus far he could see only my back and ass, and in my sexiest whisper, I asked, “How shall we begin? Shall I lay on my tummy for you?”

His low sexy voice answered my question with a soft suggestion.

“Try lying near the edge of the bed, and I think it would be better to begin with your back. Just remember that I’m not a masseuse and this may take a while to relax you.”

I remained standing, my back to him, and looking over my shoulder again spoke. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable doing this with your shirt off? You might get oil all over it.”

Without an answer I heard him removing his shirt.

“Now your slacks. I would feel more comfortable doing this if you were at least as exposed as I am.” After a long hesitation, again I heard the rustle of clothing being removed.

Now I turned and faced him across the bed. Oh my god, I thought. He’s big, even with his shorts on his snug briefs were holding an unimaginably large package.

“Over here” I suggested, “on this side.”

And with that, I knelt on the bed and crawled on all fours to the head and lay down. Moments later he walked over to where I waited..

Though he still wore his shorts, I decided I could deal with that later if things got interesting. So I decided to lay still and wait.

Not daring to look, I felt him come to me and sit on the bed. I felt his weight tilt the mattress as he sat just above my hips.

Now he began. “Tell me how this feels Pam, but just remember to be patient and just feel what I’m doing; I’ll try to relax you.”

Fat chance, I thought, just as the oil drizzled between my shoulder blades and his fingers began to float over my shoulders. Soon his hands were on the nape of my neck, not really touching, but sort of floating over my skin. It was almost as if a feather was being brushed across my body, but the touch was slightly firmer.

Not exactly a massage where the contact is firm and your muscles are being kneaded, but more like a lovers caress..

His fingers began by stroking my shoulders and soon moved back up to my neck again. Moments later, back down to my waist. Back up to my shoulders and again back down.

It felt almost as if a blind person was trying to memorize my body with his fingertips.

Soon his fingers were slowly trailing down my spine and I felt his warm breath at the back of my neck. He had leaned over me, then his lips softly made contact and his mouth opened in a kiss as his tongue tenderly flicked back and forth.

I have never felt anything so erotic in my entire life.

His mouth began to follow my spine down, softly kissing, as his hands tenderly caressed the sides of my back. For the first time in my life I felt my body begin to flush. My pussy began to slowly pulse and ooze its slippery cream, and I felt slightly embarrassed by it, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the growing puddle forming on the sheets between my thighs.

As his mouth continued to lap further down my back, following my spine, I began to tense up. He noticed, and pausing, lifted his lips and whispered, “gently Pamela, gently. Relax and just feel what I’m doing. Try not to react, just feel me.”

My god he was asking me to do the impossible. No woman in the world could have him do to this to them without responding. As I thought this, I felt his mouth return to that area just below my hips and at the very top of the point where my ass divides.

I expected him to pause, but he persisted. His hands moved to the cheeks of my ass and very tenderly he drew them slightly apart as his kissing and licking continued to move down the crack.

As he began to lap at my opening I let out a long low sob. “Ooooh. Yes, Oh yess. Oh my God, Jason you’re making me crazy.” My breath was coming in shallow quick gasps and my entire body seemed to be bathed in heat.

My şişli escort heart beat so rapidly that my face felt flushed, yet he his tongue continued to stab at my opening a moment longer before moving still lower.

Now his face was nestled between my thighs, and my legs moved apart instinctively, invitingly, giving him more access to my inner thighs.

With his warm cheeks against my thighs, his tongue began to lap at that small area separating my ass and my pussy.

Each time his tongue stroked that area I could feel the muscles in my vagina tense up and squeeze, forcing more of my creamy wetness out.

He nibbled and sucked; he stabbed his tongue into the very base of my pussy and sucked, almost as if trying to draw the wetness to his mouth. His pursed lips were tugging my inner lips and the salacious sounds were echoing in my mind.

Again I began to cry out. I thought it was only in my mind but in truth I was crying out aloud. “Jason! Jason, oh my god. I need to finish now. I can’t stay still and just feel this without cumming. Please, Oh dear god please let me turn over. Fuck me! My god, fuck me, please!”

“Be patient Pam. Don’t rush me. Let me do this my way. I know what Sheila promised and I really need this as much as you. I promise you this will be what I want too.”

I found that I was crying. Suddenly his mouth began to wash the tender insides of my thighs and move down to lap at the backs of my knees. I think I passed out for a second.

I could see the lighted clock on the nightstand. He had been doing this to me for just over an hour and still my need to roll over was paramount.

At last he reached up and gently grasped my left hip and helped me roll over.

My legs instinctively spread, and though I tried to be still, the muscles in my ass began to contract. That forced my pussy to slowly rise and drop. I know my body and I knew exactly what my pussy looked like at this moment.

My mounds had flattened out slightly and drawn back so the soft petals of my inner lips were exposed. I knew my clit had swollen to the size of a small pearl and now could no longer hide within the cowl formed at the top of my labia. It had become engorged and was beginning to creep out and extend.

Jason was still hovering above my hips and very quickly moved to place his lips over my exposed pussy.

I could feel the heat of his breath as his open mouth suddenly made contact with the very bottom of my pussy.

The flat of his tongue parted my inner lips and with a slow lapping motion, he drew it up, gathering the small beads of slippery fluid that had been slowly forming and joining before running down the crack of my ass..

I suddenly gasped aloud. I used every vulgar word I had ever heard and began to buck up and writhe from left to right as he manipulated my throbbing cunt with his mouth, and tongue.

“Hold still Pam, just let me tease the area around your clit with the tip of my tongue for a moment longer before we both get more involved in this.”

I could have killed him at this point. My clit is extremely sensitive and he must have known that. By just flicking around it, he was bringing me up to one hell of a plateau of erotic sensations and yet not letting me go any higher.

He held me in a state of frenzied sensations that no human could endure for more than a few seconds.

Moments passed and his hands began to float across my hips and came to rest on the steamy surface of my pussy. Fingers tenderly probed between the puffy mounds and gently spread them.

Then his fingers began to stroke up and down seeming to spread my wetness, when they suddenly found my opening. With that, he began to gently enter. First one finger, then another.

He had two fingers deep inside me and now began to curl them as if beckoning. He was stroking just under my clit and I felt as if I had to pee, but in fact my bladder was empty.

I must have been sopping wet by now because I could hear the sucking, slurping sounds as he tried to drain my pussy of all its oily wetness.

With his fingers twisting and turning deep inside me, his mouth closed over my clit.

Sucking hard he drew it between his lips and held it there while his tongue flicked back and forth across its glistening surface.

When I come, my clit always pulls back as if protecting its self, but he was holding it tightly between his lips and it was trapped. I thrust my ass up high and my body went into spasms.

I was climaxing into his mouth and the feeling was so intense I began to moan, “Unh, unh, unhhhhh. Yes, oh god yes I am, Yeah I am!”

I normally orgasm intensely and they last for more than a half minute or so and the first is generally milder than the second or third, but what he was doing to me was almost cruel.

I had grabbed my breasts and twisting my nipples, the pain coupled with the sensation of his fingers and mouth was almost too much to endure. I screamed aloud.

“Yeahhhh, yes, oh god sarıyer escort yes. Eat me! Fuck me with your fingers. I want it all. More! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop until I cum again. Oh god it feels so good.”

Somehow he managed to keep his mouth clasped against my pussy. He was amazing. He never stopped. He never paused, and he never set my clit free.

I was cumming over and over and then they seemed to have no ending or beginning. They just joined together and I finally couldn’t stand it any longer and screeched.

“STOP! NO MORE! PLEASE LET ME CATCH MY BREATH. Oh my god I’m going to die. My cunt’s twitching like crazy. Please let me rest a minute.”

When he lifted his head and his fingers slid out of my cunt, I just couldn’t believe what he had done to me. Sitting up, he took his fingers and held them up as if to show me before spreading his fingers apart.

As they separated, a thin fine sheet formed between them. Almost forming a reflective window pane between.

He smiled down at me as he put them in his mouth and sucked each, seeming to relish some sort of delectable tidbit.

He was a satyr and he seemed to enjoy my uncontrolled frenzy. I had behaved like a wanton slut and he seemed to enjoy making me that way.

As I finally began to settle down, I buried my chin in my chest and gasped.

“Now together. I want it all. Take off those damn shorts and come here. I want to touch you. I want your cock. I need to taste you and suck you. I want to make you so fucking hard you can’t stand it and beg me to let you fuck me. I want that now. Do it! Come here and let me have it!”

He walked around the foot of the bed and stood by my side. I rolled towards him and slid off.

Kneeling at his feet with my face mere inches away from his cock, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around it. With my other hand I cupped his heavy balls and began stroking him.

I was astonished. When I began I thought he was superbly firm but now he began to expand and grow in the palm of my hand.

Soon he wasn’t just erect, his cock seemed to inflate and swell and within seconds his shaft was rigid and pointing skyward. I had created a monster.

While I gently fondled his heavy balls I forced his cock down and pursed my lips. Moving forward I forced his shaft into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around its engorged head.

Seminal fluid began to coat my tongue. Not really cum but rather pre-cum. I began to bob my head forcing him to fuck my mouth.

Slowly at first. He didn’t give in but moments later I felt him begin to slowly thrust and softly moan.

“God Pam that feels good. Do you want it now or can you wait? I can probably let myself go if you really need it right now.”

I was elated. I was giving back what he had given me. At first I just wanted him to surrender and give in to me.

I was so fucking hot at that moment that I just wanted him to shoot and say my name. Sort of a payback thing but I wanted to make him really need me.

At some point I lost all control. All I could think of was him going crazy and finishing. I needed that. I desperately needed him to give in to me the way I had to him.

Finally I pulled his cock out of my mouth and gasped. “Go ahead. I want it! Fuck my mouth and cum. I want it. I want you to shoot your load in my mouth. It’s mine. I want it. Let it go and give it to me. All of it!”

His hand moved down and rested on my head. His hips began to sway more rapidly and I almost gagged as his hard shaft tried to go down my throat. Then it began.

“Pam… Oh god Girl I’m close. Gonna give it to you. Oh fuck here it comes. Take it. I’m gonna shoot.”

I never hesitated. I wanted it more than I ever wanted anything before in my whole life. It was fantastic. I sucked hard and he actually stopped pumping into my mouth. Yet I felt pulse after pulse throbbing thru my sucking lips as he spew his cum.

I let his balls go and moved my hand down to my own crotch and slid three fingers deep into my cunt and began to piston them in and out.

When my mouth filled, I was on the edge of another huge orgasm and I just let it happen. He let out a gasp and moaned, “Keep sucking. Take it all Pam. I can’t stop myself. I’m still letting it go.”

I suppose I gurgled a silent Ummmmmmmmmm around his pulsing cock, but the two of us were finishing at the same time. I had never swallowed before.

But It happened instinctively and as I gulped the stringy pungent liquid down. I felt that feeling of power that every woman feels when she makes her man surrender.

I was satisfied just to know that I had done it but when he pulled his flagging cock from my mouth and reached down and helped me up, I was in for a surprise. He rolled me onto my side then lifted me up onto my knees.

He wasn’t finished with me. I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I felt his cock being forced into my pussy. Semi rigid at that point, he began to feed it in using his hand. Soon he filled me and I reached between my legs and fondled his balls.

Seconds later he began to slowly move in and out. I took my hand away and moved it forward, supporting myself on outstretched arms and my knees.

Now his hands were on my hips and he began plunging in and out. He had regained his erection and he felt fantastically large. He stretched my vagina wide and drove deep.

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She came into my room that night and whispered through the darkness, “Kristin? Are you awake?”

I had been asleep but I responded by grunting a yes. She asked if she could come talk for a sec and I grunted again similarly. She came and sat on the edge of the bed like she used to do when we were little. I was kind of scared/excited for what she was going to say. It must be important if she decided on this method of delivery.

She asked me quietly, “Sis, do you think it’s bad for me to do something with a girl while I’m dating David, I mean does that really count as cheating?” That wasn’t what I expected to hear at all. My mind froze and I rolled over to see if she was seriously asking me this right now. My sister is 18, 2 years younger than me, and has never expressed any interest in women before. I was freaked out a little at first just because that was the typical reaction to jokes like that and what not.

She looked serious though and I waited a while then said, “I guess not, I mean that’s not technically cheating is it?”

She agreed, “Ya, that’s what I thought too but I still would feel bad about it if I did, not that I plan on it.”

“If you don’t plan on it then why are you asking?” I asked.

“Well I got an offer and it’s been on my mind lately. I don’t really want to but I haven’t ever thought about it like this before so it’s freaking me out.”

I asked her if she ever has before and she said no. “Who made the offer?” I asked curiously.

“This girl Brittany I go to school with.”

“Hmm… well I guess there is one way to find out if you’d like it,” I said, “Try it and find out.”

“You don’t think that’d be weird? I feel like it would be horribly awkward for me if I didn’t like it.”

“Well, try it on someone you’re really comfortable with first, kiss me, that’ll be more awkward than any other girl could ever be.”

She laughed and said, “I’d rather kiss you though cause then I know you wouldn’t creep on me after and plus you couldn’t tell anyone or anything since you’re my sister.”

“That’s true,” I said as if I was really interested. Honestly the idea wasn’t that bad, it wouldn’t hurt anything. “I’m ready!” I said puckering up my lips towards her and closing my eyes jokingly. Before I could open my eyes and pull my head back her lips were on mine; just for a second and then they were gone but it surprised the shit out of me.

“Wow, I was kind of joking there buddy,” I said.

“Sorry,” she said laughing with a cute little grin on her face.

We sat for a minute in silence and I thought about what just happened. Her lips weren’t like a guys rough lips they were soft and smooth and felt nice. It wasn’t awkward at all, if anything it was funny. “That wasn’t so bad,” I said with a tone of optimism, “You’re better than most guys are.”

“Ha, thanks,” she said, “I hate when guys try to kiss with tongue the first time.”

“Same,” I agreed, “Glad you didn’t do that to me.”

“What like this!?”

She came at me again and I half moved out of the way and basically got slobbered on.

I looked at her like I was freaked out then said, “No! Like this!” and attacked back.

She moved a little then our lips touched again and I kept them on hers a little longer than would be normal for the situation and she stopped avoiding me and moved hers onto mine even more. She kissed me gently a few times and I kissed her back and then we stopped and looked at each other each questioning what just happened.

She was super cute looking and I understood why the boys all liked her. Her long brown hair was messy and her eyes wide open with wonder made her look so innocent. We didn’t speak but I rolled over and sat up a little more and then she shifted around and looked away for a second. When she looked back we both began apologizing then stopped as to not interrupt the other one. We looked at each other again and moved our head towards each other at the same time. Our lips embraced again and this time it was on purpose and we both knew it.

I put my arm around her and gently pulled her closer to me as she held me in her arms equally, our kissing getting more and more passionate. She flicked her tongue about and moved it slowly around halkalı escort my lips. I did the same to her and she sucked it into her mouth. I bounced it in and out playing with her tongue and teasing her lips along the way. She pushed me over and back into my laying position and then resumed making out with me by laying half beside and half on top of me.

At one point I was thinking to myself, this is crazy, this is my sister, what the hell am I doing. But then the next moment I was sticking my hands up her shirt and rubbing her stomach and back while she stuck her tongue down my throat. She slipped her hand up my shirt and would occasionally let a finger go down below my waist band a little bit.

I wasn’t wearing a bra and she was so I decided I should even up the playing field. I reached my hand up slowly and easily unclipped the strap and let it fall against me hanging inside of her shirt. She didn’t seem to mind and we kept on making out. She must have gotten sick of it hanging there awkwardly because she sat up and pulled it off underneath her shirt eventually. Her nipples were perky as I imagined mine were and I could see them through her shirt really easily. She laid back down and resumed kissing me moving down to my neck now. I could feel her boobs rubbing on mine and it was wonderful.

I began caressing them through her shirt as she kissed my neck. She moved down slowly and when she was interrupted by my shirt she grabbed it and slid it up to my neck and I bent forward so she could slide it completely off of me. I felt so exposed and it was so hot. She began kissing me lower and lower until her mouth was grazing over my perky nipples. She went further and began kissing my stomach. I wanted her to feel what I was feeling so I rolled her on her back and slid her shirt off during the process.

I started at her neck as she had done to me. I teased her nipples when I got to them and then when I thought she couldn’t take it anymore I latched on to one of them and she made a noise of arousal. I nibbled on it a bit before letting my tongue explore her belly button. I slid my naked torso up hers and met her lips with mine again. Hers slightly salty with the taste of my body as I imagine mine were with hers. I ran my fingers through her hair and made out, this time slightly more intensely than we had before. She rolled me on my side and we faced each other for a second. Just looking at each other and smiling.

I didn’t know what was happening but it was fun and my sister looked as happy as I felt. We hugged and held each other against one another feeling the smoothness of our touching skin. It was really warm and I could feel her heart beating hard through her chest. She was breathing on my neck and it sent shivers up my spine despite the heat. I wanted to continue our adventure and stay in this moment forever at the same time.

Eventually she pushed me away and went to work licking and kissing my chest again. I rubbed her back and ran my hands down as far as they would reach. Just barely making it to the mound that began her ass. I wanted my hands around her ass and I wished my arms could reach while she was kissing my stomach. She came back up and kissed my lips some more. I took the time to let my hand trace down her front until it came to her pajama pants. Then tracing the edge a little I forced it down a little further. I could only begin to reach the mound that started her pubic area but it felt smooth and nice and I rubbed as much of the area as I could. She enjoyed the feeling and rolled her head back allowing me to access the area better.

I felt her move up slightly so I could reach further and took the hint. As she kissed my ears I slid my hand further down into the warmth of her crotch. I felt the heat and ran my hand a few inches down her legs. They were smooth and wonderful. I was amazed how incredibly turned I was from a girl. And my sister nonetheless. As she was playing with my hair I continued to trace her legs with my fingertips. Finally I pushed one of her legs away and she moved it, spreading her legs for me to have access to her most sensitive area. I found it at once and could feel that she was completely soaked. I supposed I was too but wasn’t paying attention to my şişli escort own wetness at the moment. I rubbed my hand along her clit and let my fingers begin to enter her soaked little hole. I could feel how bad she wanted it. She closed her legs again though after only a few seconds and I pulled my hand out sensing that she wanted to switch positions.

My hand glistened as I pulled it up towards my face. My sister and I both studied my fingers as they came between our faces then as if we were on cue we each moved our mouths toward them sharing the wetness between us. And when there was no more on my fingers we licked it off of each other’s lips. Overwhelmed with desire she rolled me on my back and pulled my pants right off of me before I even knew what she was doing. She then straddled me with her soaking wet pajama pants and ran her hand down my body kissing me along the way, slowly making her way towards my pussy. When she got the top of it she ran her hands down my legs and kissed the insides of my legs then slowly opened them exposing every part of me to her longing eyes.

She pushed my legs up as far as they would go and then disappeared, lowering her face towards my wet little pussy. She traced around the edges with her tongue and slowly got more and more aggressive until her tongue was deep inside me. She then moved her head forward and back fucking me lightly with her little tongue. It felt amazing and I almost came right then. She moved her tongue to my clit and I was sad at first but she quickly replaced it with her finger and began fingering me slowly while licking me at the same time. She sped up and inserted another finger as she went. I moaned in pleasure and she seemed to try harder hearing that I liked it. She stuck yet another finger into my hole still licking me all the while. I was tight but it was so wet and I was so horny that it went right in. It was too much for me though. I was about to cum all over her hand. “Mmmm finger me Kristin!” I moaned seductively. She sped up a little more and I moaned loudly as I began to pulse from the orgasm. She seemed determine not to let any of my juices escape and licked up every drop she could. “My turn,” I whispered. But instead of rolling over and letting me feast on her she just pivoted and swung her beautiful pink pussy right into my face and then lowered onto my mouth. I quickly began tongue fucking her and fingering her as she had done to me only seconds before. Her asshole was right above my eyes and I watched as it contracted in pleasure every time I did something she liked. She didn’t take as long as me and I soon felt her cum running down my cheeks as she moaned into my pussy refusing to remove her mouth from it for even a second. When she was done she raised herself off of me and smiled at me, her face covered in my juices.

She looked so fucking sexy. She rolled me over and I was a little confused as to what she was going to do to me. She raised my ass up and resumed her feasting on my crotch from this other angle. I happily stuffed my face into my pillow and moaned to myself as she at me out. As she was doing this I felt her venture up further and further with her tongue. Gradually getting closer and closer to my asshole every time. Eventually she gave up pretending and flicked her tongue around the edge of it. I’ve never had anyone touch it before let alone lick it but I was so horny I would have let her do anything so I kept going enjoying the new sensation. She kissed it and licked it and then began sticking her tongue in it. It didn’t go far but she kept going in a little bit more each time.

I couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt to me. I had always thought of anal as being disgusting but suddenly found it a more interesting idea. She stopped licking my asshole and began massaging my ass cheeks while licking my juices up like she had been before. She then began running her finger around the edge of my puckered little hole which was now covered in my cum and her drool. Slowly she started inserting a finger into my ass. She was still licking me and it felt wonderful as she began going deeper and deeper each time her finger reentered my ass. It was wet and slid in easily so I wasn’t worried about being hurt sarıyer escort though she was being extra cautious anyways. After a minute of that she began using two fingers.

My ass has never been penetrated before so two fingers filled me up pretty good. I loved having her finger fuck me in the ass while she was licking me and in no time at all I came all over her face once again. She pulled her fingers out of my ass and I rolled over. She smiled at me and I smiled back to let her know how good it felt. I could see that she still had her hand with two fingers pointing up and I grabbed it and forced the two fingers into my mouth. I could taste my cum and my ass hole on them still. When I took them out, my sister took her turn and then we kissed sharing the taste of my asshole. I wanted to finger her ass now and so I rolled her on her side and ducked down to get my face near her ass.

I started by licking her everywhere then stuck my tongue deep in her ass as she had done to me. It tasted great in a bizarre way and it turned me on a lot. I hope that mine had tasted as good as hers did to me. I stuck my fingers up her ass and began fingering her when she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me awkwardly as my fingers were still going in and out of her ass. She began moving her body with me and riding my fingers forcing them deep into her ass until I felt her contract on them and her eyes rolled. I pulled them out of her ass and licked them off excitedly.

She then jumped up and told me not to move as if I was going to go anywhere. She then tiptoed out into the hall. A few minutes later she came back with a can of spray whipped cream. She smiled at me evilly. I didn’t care what she had in mind. I was game. I was living some wonderful sex fantasy and was so horny that I didn’t care what happened at all. She laid me down and sprayed some on my tits and my face and down my legs then began licking it off of me.

When she got to my face she licked a lot of it up then grabbed my chin and opened my mouth then spit a lot of it back into my mouth. I swallowed it happily and she cleaned off the rest of my face. She then handed me the bottle and told me it was my turn. She laid on her back and I sprayed in allover her making sure to get a lot around her pussy so I could lick it off from down there. I took my time and let it make a mess all over my bed but I didn’t care. Her pussy was covered in a glaze of cum, spit, and melted whipped cream. It tasted wonderful. Once I was done she rolled me on my stomach and spread my legs.

She sprayed it down my back and all along my ass crack. She took her time licking every last drop from my ass and especially the area right around my asshole. I tried to roll back over anticipating my turn but she pushed me down.

“Ready?” she asked.

I didn’t answer or get a chance to ask what for before she stuck the nozzle of the spray can right into my asshole. I felt her turn it slightly and the cream began to rush in. It was cold and I could feel it inside of me, filling me like a balloon. After a few seconds she stopped and it felt very much like I had to shit horribly. She told me to hold it and rolled me over. It felt good and bad at the same time and I was incredibly turned on.

She laid down and opened her mouth and told me she was ready. I got the clue and climbed on top of her positioning my asshole right over her mouth. Then as if I had held it in for years I stopped holding it in and felt it squirt out of my ass onto her face and into her mouth. When it stopped coming out I pushed and a little more was forced out along with a few whipped cream farts. It felt really sexy to be farting on my sister’s face but I was embarrassed anyhow.

She told me to do the same to her and I promptly filled her ass hole up to its limit. I then took my position and awaited the arrival of the cream fountain. I loved watching her little asshole tensed down and then release and sugary goodness flooded my face and mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but my face was covered. I clearly filled her up a lot more than she had filled me up.

I couldn’t see anything but could feel her turn around and she began to lick it off of my face like a cat.

She cleaned me up well and then looked at me and said “I think you need a shower.”

We took a shower together and took turned fucking each other with our fingers and tongues until every orifice was cleaned out. She went back to her room and I went to mine and thought about her until I fell asleep, happily waiting for more adventures to come. =)

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I’d been living at home way too long.

…

As I walked in the front door of my parents’ house, our little dog greeted me with all the enthusiasm of the walnut-brained, but I could care less. I was ready to move on. I’d graduated from college a year ago and opted to move back in with my folks to save money while I started working. At first, I loved coming home to my mom’s dinner on the table, a large, clean house, and my laundry folded on my bed, but as the year wore on, the suburban monotony grated on me. Most of my friends still lived in their college towns, so I spent my evenings reading in my room, working out at the gym, or fucking around on the computer. I wasn’t lonely… But I was bored.

Dinner that night was ordinary. My mother asked Dad about his day at the office, he complained about his employees, and I chimed in every so often with a smartass remark. It was pleasant but uneventful. As I helped my mom clear the plates from the table, we heard a knock on the front door. I kept loading the dishwasher as Mom went to answer it.

I heard an excited yelp from the front hallway. Oh, god. Who could it be but Matt, my stepbrother?

My mother married my stepfather when I was about 6 years old. It was the second marriage for both of them and an argument in favor of trying again after a garbage first marriage. It wasn’t without its trials, of course, which came mostly in the form of Dad’s first wife’s bullshit. She rarely allowed him to see Matt when we were kids, and that drove him almost to his breaking point on a number of occasions. Now that we were adults, and Jan (the first wife) couldn’t dig her talons in so deep, Matt was making his own efforts to spend more time with Dad. This was a good thing… for Dad.

My relationship with Matt, however, was always sort of fraught. We were competitive. We were often at each other’s throats when we dignified each other’s presence with attention. I think we’d gotten along as young children, but puberty shoved us in different directions.

So Matt was here. Great. My mom totally fawned over this kid, and Dad tried to make up for what he viewed as his past failings by giving him everything he could now. All I knew was that this meant I was in for some annoying dinners staring at his smug face. As I resigned myself to this fact, I finished loading the dishwasher and turned around.

He was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, staring at me.

“Oh… Hey. So, what the hell are you doing here?” Why was I acting like such a bitch? He was (technically) my brother, after all, but just the sight of him stirred me up.

“Hah. I got some time off work, so I thought I’d come visit you guys for a bit.” I istanbul escort could only hope that “a bit” mean just the few days left during the week so he wouldn’t be hanging around while I tried to relax on the weekend.

“Cool… Well, I’ve got some shit to do. ‘night.”

I sauntered past him to climb the stairs to my room. Halfway up the stairs, I looked down and saw him, still staring at me from the doorway of the kitchen. Okay, asshole. Whatever.

I spent that night wallowing in my annoyance with the fact of his presence in the house. Why the fuck was he here? And why the hell was it bothering me so much?

The next day was business as usual. I almost forgot about him because he was still asleep when I went off to work. When I got home, though, he was there, lounged on the couch like he owned the place.

“Hey. Good day at work?” He couldn’t have looked less interested in a response. I think he was watching “Cops”. Riveting.

“Yeah, it was fine, blah, blah, blah. I take it you spent the whole day like this?”

“Yup.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes and went up to my room.

We made it through dinner alright. The parents were so happy he was there that it was kind of cute. It even warmed my heart, a little, to see Dad like that. Okay, I thought. I will tolerate your presence.

We decided to do some good old fashioned family television watching. NewsHour, of course. We were a PBS family—none of this “American Idol” bullshit. So we sat on the couch, and I paid a little attention to the TV but mostly enjoyed my family’s colorful commentary. The parents got sleepier and turned to their respective easy chairs for crossword puzzles and magazine-reading. I curled up on the couch with my current book. Matt was flipping channels.

Eventually, Matt and I were left alone as Mom and Dad headed to bed. It was quiet. I guess Matt had picked up a magazine or something—I don’t know. He was reading. I was reading. We were curled at opposite ends of the long velvet couch my father inherited from his mother.

My eyes were getting heavy in the dense prose of my book when I felt something touch my foot. For the briefest of moments, I thought it might be the dog.

My body went rigid. Matt’s warm hand was resting on my toes.

I felt paralyzed. From the corner of my eye I could see that he was sitting there, one hand holding his magazine, one hand on my foot, looking totally absorbed in his reading. Casual.

What. The fuck.

And yet… I kind of liked it. My toes were warm. And it had been so goddamn long since anyone had touched me like that. And it was a touch “like that”, I avcılar escort could tell, even if it was just one small touch. It was fucking tender.

It was fucking confusing.

But I let his hand rest there. I don’t know why, but I did.

And when I looked up from my reading next, his eyes were staring into mine. I have no idea what my face looked like—probably a bewildered mess—but when our eyes met, a little smile spread across his lips.

I let it happen. He ran his hand up my bare leg, never breaking eye contact. My mouth opened in the smallest gasp as he leaned towards me, moving his body to hover over mine.

“I want you.” He said it quietly but firmly. His left hand was resting on my thigh, and his right was gripping the back of the couch.

I gazed at him, awestruck. Then I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled his mouth down to mine.

He pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled his off. We pressed our chests together as we kissed furiously, with all the fire of the arguments we’d had in the past propelling us into each other.

He pulled away from me.

“I have wanted you for so long.” His eyes bored into my skull as I tried to absorb his words. My brain was in a fog. It was beyond surreal. The terror in my brain dripped down to mingle with the warmth that was flowing upwards from my pussy. They were insoluble; they swirled together and through me like oil and water and left me with no answers.

I didn’t have anything to say. I pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his thighs. I pressed my mouth to his like he was the only source of oxygen on a barren planet.

He unbuttoned my pants and slid a hand into my underwear. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I ground into him. My eyes rolled back into my head. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me back down to him. I reached into his jeans. Fuck it, I just pulled them down. His cock leapt out at me, tumescent and throbbing, clearly aching to be touched.

I dug my fingers into his chest hair and took his dick in my mouth. I teased it at first—I licked around the tip, along the length of the shaft, flicked the underside of the head with the tip of my tongue. But I looked up to see his face in the agony of desperate desire and took pity on the fool. I took his full length in my mouth, willing myself not to gag on him. His eyes rolled back as mine had before, and he moved his hips to press himself deeper into me.

I took his dick out of my mouth and moved up to his left ear. I kissed his earlobe. “My turn,” I whispered.

I pulled off my pants and underwear then knelt over his face. I could see his intoxicated excitement as şirinevler escort my pussy met his lips. He licked my clit and lapped at my pussy lips, swirling his tongue over and around them. I started to drip. I wanted to control him. I had to fuck him.

I pushed his head away from me and back onto the couch. I slid down his stomach to his cock. I grabbed it and looked at it with deep longing. I guided it to my pussy and pressed myself onto him, slowly, gently.

A sharp intake of breath from him as I took him inside me completely. My eyes were barely open, their lids heavy with pleasure, but we stared straight into each other’s eyes. I moved up and down, and he moved with me, his hands on my hips, pressing himself into me as deep as he could.

He moved faster. He grabbed my flesh harder. I wanted him to dig his hands into my skin, to leave bruises on me.

Suddenly, he wrapped me in his arms and flipped me onto my back. He was over top of me, pushing into me harder, faster. I could feel my pussy clenching onto him with every stroke. I could feel my orgasm building in my thighs, the urgency building as I shoved myself onto him faster.

I could sense him getting close, too. He looked down at me with an unrecognizable animal force in his eyes, biting his thick lower lip and straining to fuck me as deep as he could.

“Let me cum in you”, he moaned in my ear. I just grabbed him by the neck and forced his mouth onto mine, eyes closed, feeling his cock begin to throb inside of me.

I felt him lose control, and it pushed me over the edge. I felt his body buckle with the release of his seed, felt him shake with the relief, and my pussy tightened so hard I thought I might implode. At the same moment, he pulled back the slightest bit, and I felt myself gush onto the couch. I tried to be quiet, but I let slip a deep moan. He pressed his hand lightly over my mouth as I shook through the waves of my orgasm.

I came back to my body. The stars faded out of my vision, and I found myself still on the couch. He was collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply. I fell asleep.

When I woke, the gray light of dawn was trickling in through the windows. I was alone under a blanket. My pussy was raw and still sticky from Matt’s sperm. I wrapped myself in the blanket and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I could feel his semen leaking from my cunt and making a mess of my thighs. There was a note on the kitchen table. Hastily scrawled and lacking in much detail, Matt said he had a project that needed his attention a few hours away, just over the state line. I was filled with disquiet; was last night a dream? Would we ever talk about what had happened? Just thinking about it made my pussy wet. Even though his cream was still coating my needy cunt, and despite the cloudy haze of lust descending over my thoughts, a deep longing filled my heart. Tears sprang unbidden to my eyes even as my fingers slipped between the folds of the blanket and pressed against my swollen clit. He was gone.

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16/12/2020: This is a refreshed version of the story I originally uploaded a year ago.

Comments and feedback are appreciated.

Enjoy.

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‘Now remember,’ Julie said as the car neared the airport, ‘this is your Aunt Holly’s first Christmas since her separation from Uncle Jim. She’s taking it very hard, so be especially nice to her and Olivia, okay?’

‘Don’t see why,’ said Liz without looking up from her phone. ‘I’d be happy to get shot of my husband if he’d had an affair with his PA.’

‘They were married for seventeen years, that’s longer than your father and me. She loved him and he betrayed her, of course she’s going to be upset.’

‘I just hope she’s not going to be crying about it all Christmas.’

Julie rolled her eyes, attributing her daughter’s lack of empathy to a self-absorbed teenage phase she would hopefully grow out of.

‘You’re so anti-social, you know,’ Tom said to his sister. ‘Don’t they teach people skills at school these days?’

‘Leave me alone, dickhead.’

‘Thus proving my point.’

‘Enough,’ ordered Julie. ‘I don’t want you two bickering all the way home. Liz: phone away.’

She tossed it into the door compartment with a disgruntled sigh.

Julie turned into the airport and parked outside arrivals. Holly and Oliva had flown in from Edinburgh, where they had moved eight years ago for Jim’s new job. As well as more responsibilities and a bigger pay packet, it had come with another doe-eyed twenty-something perk that—sadly for his family—he had been unable to resist.

‘There they are,’ Julie said, pointing to her sister and niece beside a pair of suitcases. ‘Tom, help them get their luggage in the boot.’

‘Aye aye, captain,’ he said, getting out of the car.

Holly extended her arms as he approached. ‘You’re not too old to give your aunt a hug, are you?’

‘Of course not, Aunt Holly. How are you holding up?’

‘Better for seeing you.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘My, you’ve filled out. You were a rake last time I saw you.’

‘Uni football. Don’t tell mum, but I spend more time in the gym than studying,’ he joked.

‘Well, you look very handsome.’

Tom smiled, then turned his attention to his cousin. ‘Alright, Liv?’

‘Yeah, thanks. You?’

‘Good, I’m looking forward to catching up.’

He gave her a hug—although she was only a year older than Liz, she lacked his sister’s surly disposition—then loaded their luggage while Holly and Olivia squeezed into the car.

*

‘Bill, we’re back,’ Julie called out.

‘Coming.’ He paused the game and made his way to the hall. ‘Lovely to see you,’ he said, giving Holly a cheek to cheek kiss and Olivia a smile. ‘How was the flight?’

‘Surprisingly painless,’ Holly said. ‘An improvement on last year.’

Bill chuckled. ‘I remember. A two-hour delay and lost luggage.’

‘Nightmare.’

‘Right, I’ll take your cases up. Guest room for you, Holly. Liv, you’re in with Liz again if that’s okay.’

‘Sure, Uncle Bill.’

*

Tom sank down into the sofa. ‘How are United doing?’

‘They’re shambolic,’ Bill huffed. ‘To go from beating City to losing to this lot at home. We’ve got no clue how to play against the lesser teams.’

‘Been like that since the end of last season.’

‘I know. Shocking. By the way, have you bought your mother and sister a present yet? I don’t want you leaving it until the last minute like last year.’

‘Don’t worry, lesson learnt. I’m sorted for everyone except Aunt Holly. I’m going to go into town later and get her a bottle of that wine she likes.’

‘Good idea. Ohhhhh!’ Bill exclaimed as United put an easy chance wide.

After an embarrassing 2-0 defeat, Tom decided it was as good a time as any to go to town. He went to the kitchen to grab the car keys, but paused outside the door at what sounded like a heartfelt conversation.

‘I just still can’t believe he did it,’ Holly said between sobs, ‘I mean, twenty-two. Twenty-two, for God’s sake. Only five years older than Olivia.’

‘Oh, Holly… I had no idea she was that young. Why didn’t you tell me before?’

‘I guess I’m trying to be strong for Olivia’s sake. Despite what he’s done to me, he’s still a great dad, and I want her to have a good relationship with him. But when I saw the pictures of her on his phone… She’s gorgeous, Jules.’

Tom’s heart went out to Holly as he heard fresh tears. He thought about announcing himself before going in for the keys, but something compelled him to keep listening.

‘So are you,’ Julie reassured.

‘Pfft. I’m forty-four with all the lumps and bumps to show for it. I don’t think that’s most people’s idea of gorgeous.’

‘Hol…’

‘I know I’m no supermodel—I never have been. But am I so undesirable that he had to look elsewhere? Have I deteriorated that much?’

Tom shook his head at Holly’s harsh self-appraisal. While he conceded she probably couldn’t compete with a hot twenty-two-year-old, he’d always thought she possessed a certain yummy mummy allure. anadolu yakası escort Although things were slightly lower and less firm than they used to be, she had wide, childbearing hips and a luscious set of curves that would still get a lot of guys hot and bothered.

The thing Tom had never told a soul was that he was one of those guys. He had idolized his aunt for as long as he could remember, her being the fun, laid back counterpart to his stricter mother. Similar personalities had kept them close as he got older, and after he hit puberty, innocent affection had developed into something more.

‘I was so naïve, Jules,’ Holly continued. ‘The signs he was cheating were there, but I didn’t want to admit it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘He used to have such a high libido. Throughout our marriage, he’d try it on most nights. Then he lost interest. He was less enthusiastic during sex at first, then eventually he wouldn’t touch me. I tried everything: sexy lingerie, roleplaying, toys… but nothing worked. I should’ve known.’

Holly burst into tears, and Julie offered more consoling words that Tom couldn’t make out. Listening to her distress, an idea formed in his head. It was risky, and it had the potential to compound his aunt’s distress, but given how close they were, he was confident it wouldn’t. He entered the kitchen, feigning surprise upon seeing Holly in tears. She gave him an embarrassed smile, which he returned before taking the keys from the hook.

*

When he arrived at the shopping centre, his first port of call was Selfridges, where he paid a premium for Holly’s favourite merlot. It came lavishly packaged in a wooden box, a key part of what he had planned. For the final item, he made his way to Ann Summers. Browsing the options, he considered which of them Holly would prefer, although he had nothing to go on. He decided against anything fancy or overly large, and felt happy with his choice as he left the shop, certain she would appreciate it.

Upon returning home, he switched out the wine for Holly’s real gift, then wrapped the wooden box and placed it under the tree with the rest of the presents.

With no going back, he couldn’t wait for the big day to arrive.

*

Tom woke on Christmas Day with trepidation. Family tradition was to open presents first thing in the morning before getting dressed, and as they gathered in the living room, the prospect of Holly opening the box in front of everyone heightened his nerves. She wouldn’t have to, as the wine’s branding was on the outside, but there was always the possibility of things not going to plan.

They went around the room, opening one present each until Holly pulled out Tom’s gift from the back of the tree. She smiled at him, already suspecting what it was, then ripped off the paper.

‘Aw, Tom, I love this. Thank you so much.’

‘You’re welcome, Aunt Holly.’

‘I’m surprised you remembered.’ She lifted the box with a puzzled look, testing its heft. ‘It feels lighter than usual.’

‘You haven’t drunk it have you, son?’ Bill said from his chair. ‘I know you uni lads put it away like no one else.’

‘Ironic, since you’re the one with the beer belly,’ Tom teased, earning laughs from around the room.

‘Just you wait, one day you’ll be like your old man.’

To Tom’s horror, Holly slid the lid off the box. Cursing himself for not considering the disparity in weight, he clenched every muscle as Holly laid her eyes on the hyper-realistic, seven-inch dildo, veins and all.

‘What’s wrong, Aunt Holly?’ Liz said. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

She slid the box shut with surprising equanimity. ‘Nothing. I think they made the bottle smaller, that’s all. Thank you, Tom, that was very thoughtful.’

Her words were formal and distant, and Tom wasn’t sure how to take them. He tried to glean something from her body language, but that too seemed forced.

When all gifts had been exchanged, everyone went upstairs to get showered and dressed. Holly took her “wine” to her room and slid it under the bed, glad to get it out of sight. What possessed him to do it? she thought. Is he making fun of me, or has he turned into some sort of pervert? Either way, she would confront him later. Although how she’d go about it, she had no idea.

*

Holly still hadn’t spoken to Tom by the time everyone sat down for Christmas dinner. The table was piled high with a myriad of delights, and after Bill carved the turkey, the Jamieson family tucked in, pulling crackers and laughing at the bad jokes inside. Even Bill’s sizeable appetite couldn’t prevent leftovers, and he was the last to give up after a third helping.

‘That was phenomenal, Jules,’ he said.

‘I just wish it lasted longer. Hours to cook, minutes to eat.’

Julie began stacking everyone’s plates to take to the kitchen. As she reached for Holly’s, she knocked her sister’s wine glass into her lap.

‘Oh!’ she exclaimed. ‘Sorry, Hol, I can’t believe how clumsy I can be.’

‘Don’t ataşehir escort worry, accidents happen.’ Holly dabbed her jeans with a napkin. ‘I’ll go upstairs and change.’

‘Bring your clothes down after. I’ll throw them in the wash before they stain.’

Holly left the table as Julie continued to clear up, muttering to herself about how Christmas dinner never goes without a hitch. ‘Tom, Liz, can you help clear the table, please.’

‘Sure,’ Tom said, ‘I’m just nipping to the toilet first.’

He raced up the stairs two at a time. Holly hadn’t said a word to him since that morning, and regardless of how she felt about his gift, he wanted to clear the air. He jogged along the landing and entered her room. If looks could kill, he wouldn’t have made it back downstairs.

Holly threw her wine-stained jeans at him with surprising force. ‘Why would you get me this?’ she demanded, retrieving the box from under the bed. ‘It makes no sense.’

Tom sighed, laying the jeans on the bed. ‘I thought it would help. I know you’ve been going through a hard time.’

‘So get me chocolates like a normal person. Not a bloody sex toy.’

‘Keep your voice down,’ he urged. ‘How would chocolates help? Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m guessing you haven’t had any action since you and Jim split.’

‘That’s none of your business.’

‘Agreed. Am I right, though?’

‘Well, yes. No!’

‘Which is it?’

‘No, I haven’t,’ she snapped, ‘but it makes no difference. I have no interest in using this… thing, and certainly not one given to me by my own nephew.’

He glanced down at the dark patch on Holly’s underwear. ‘Then why are you wet?’

‘I…’ She touched her panties and felt the unmistakable damp of arousal. She silently berated herself, cursing her body for betraying her fortitude.

‘You deserve to feel good, Aunt Holly.’

‘Oh my god, this is so wrong,’ she said, putting her head in her hands.

‘What’s wrong is you sobbing in the kitchen, comparing yourself to a twenty-two-year-old. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.’

‘You heard that? God, I must have sounded pathetic.’ She gestured to her body. ‘Who can blame him, though? Stretchmarks and wrinkles versus beauty and youth. Why wouldn’t he go off with—’

She was silenced by Tom’s lips on hers. A surge of adrenaline demanded fight or flight, but she found herself doing neither, stilling her lips as her nephew tenderly kissed them. Each second felt like a lifetime, and after cycling through every reason to put an end to the madness, logic deserted her. She reciprocated, sharing her tongue with the boy she had once cradled in her arms. When they finally parted, the room spun around her.

‘You’re gorgeous, Aunt Holly.’

She regarded him with a mixture of horror and longing. ‘We’re family.’

‘If you tell me to go, I’ll go.’

After a period of indecision, she shook her head.

Tom took the box. ‘Lie back.’

She did so, trembling as her head hit the pillow. She tracked the dildo in his hand as he brought it between her legs. It looked so real, so virile, and she confronted her shameful urge to be ravaged. Starved of intimacy since the beginning of Jim’s affair, the sight of a cock at the entrance to her pussy—real or otherwise—was enough to make her abandon her principles.

She whimpered as the cyberskin head grazed her panties. With barely a thought, she drew them to the side.

Tom pressed the realistic head into her folds, parting her labia to tease her opening. Jolts of pleasure roused her loins, and her initial incredulity, which had given way to anger then longing, concluded with desperation.

‘Please…’

Tom slid his gift into her, breaching her pussy for the first time in months.

‘Slow,’ she whispered. ‘Let me get used to it.’

She closed her eyes, allowing her out-of-practice nerve endings to reawaken. Tom gently guided the tip in and out of her, moving it to the rhythm of her tremulous breaths.

‘Have you changed your mind about my present, Aunt Holly?’

She made a faint noise of assent, unable to find a coherent word as she spread her legs a little wider.

Tom’s gift penetrated ever more easily as Holly’s pussy lavished it with long-forgotten arousal. All her trepidation had gone, banished by her flushed chest and the moans escaping her throat. She massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples into a glass-like state as she submitted to the fuck toy’s pleasure.

Tom inched his gift deeper, and he was rewarded by the rising aroma of her sex. The scent hardened his prick to its zenith, and he freed it from his jeans to show her. ‘See what you do to me?’

Holly gasped at its impressive form, and they shared a knowing look. His dick and her pussy were primed; all they had to do was bring them together. They quickly dismissed the idea, deciding it a step too far for a first encounter. Instead, Tom pushed the dildo all the way in, stretching the deepest recesses of her insides. She clutched ümraniye escort the sheets, fighting to stifle high-pitched cries.

‘I think you needed this,’ Tom said.

‘I did,’ Holly whispered though the sumptuous pain.

With nowhere left for the dildo to go, she sought to return some of the pleasure her nephew had bestowed. She grabbed his cock, wetting her hand with warm precum oozing from its bulbous head. Her mind raced at the implication as memories flooded back. The hours-old boy she had visited in hospital, whom she had cradled in her arms and lulled to sleep with bedtime stories had now, as a man, coaxed from her a new act of devotion.

Although high on his groans, something was missing. The dildo remained still, and she for more of its undulating pleasure.

‘Keep fucking me,’ she whispered, kneading her tits with her spare hand.

Tom obliged, pumping the fake cock while she stroked his real one.

The pleasure in her pussy spurred Holly on. She loosened her wrist and pumped faster, Tom in turn speeding up his trusts. She couldn’t believe how in tandem they were, responding to each other’s needs without instruction.

‘Dessert’s ready,’ Julie called from downstairs. Tom and Holly froze, imagining she’d realise what they were doing if they moved another muscle. ‘Hurry up, it’s getting cold.’

‘Coming, mum,’ Tom called back.

They were in no doubt as to what to do next. Tom speared Holly’s cunt as fast as he could while she ravaged his cock, peeling its hood back and forth with a frenzied gusto. They silently held each other’s gaze, the red in her cheeks and the sweat on his brow heralding their crescendos.

Aunt arrived before nephew. Holly threw her head back as her legs writhed, knees coming together as her first orgasm in months thundered through her body. Biting down on her fist to quiet her throes, her climax reached a taboo new height as Tom’s load splashed across her torso. As she revelled in the sensation of each hot rope, her blood ran cold at the sound of footfalls on the stairs.

‘We’re on our way,’ Tom shouted, overcoming his breathless state to sound normal.

Holly breathed a sigh of relief as the steps faded, perishing the thought of her sister walking in to catch her painted with her son’s cum. Tom eased the soaked dildo from her pussy while she guided him down, her fingers gooey with the dregs of his seed.

‘We’d better go. Your sister’s a stickler for family dinners.’

Holly’s stomach flipped at his choice of words. Your sister, not my mum, reinforcing the gravity of what they had done. The words should have inspired guilt, but as she looked down at her cum-covered body, all she felt was exhilaration. She wiped herself clean with a towel Julie had left for her on the dresser, then they dressed and went downstairs.

‘That was amazing, Aunt Holly,’ Tom whispered.

A shiver flitted through her core, followed by another when he patted her bum as they neared the dining room. She shot him a look of reproach, although nothing about it was sincere. The last thing Holly wanted to do was eat Christmas pudding and make small talk with family. She wanted, she was loath to admit, the events of upstairs to continue.

‘Finally,’ Bill said as they appeared through the door. ‘What took you so long?’

‘Aunt Holly found some of my baby photos,’ Tom replied. ‘She was saying she can’t believe how much I’ve grown.’

Despite not looking at his face, Holly could feel Tom’s smile. She could only hope that nothing in her expression betrayed her embarrassment.

‘They grow up so fast don’t they,’ Julie said to her sister. ‘Do you remember when you used to read him bedtime stories?’

‘Of course,’ Holly said, forcing a smile. ‘He always wanted more. Never took no for an answer.’

She bit her lip, realising her innocent words couldn’t have sounded more illicit. Paranoia was setting in, as though everything she did would reveal her new secret.

‘I just couldn’t get enough,’ Tom said.

They sat down, and Julie brought in the Christmas pudding. She placed it at the centre of the table next to a saucepan of hot brandy.

‘Ready?’ Bill said.

He scooped some of the Brandy into a ladle and ignited it with a stove lighter. He poured it over the pudding, and the once a year spectacle of blue flames dancing over a raisin-filled mound drew looks of appreciation from around the table.

He served the pudding and chit chat resumed. Tom and Holly couldn’t prevent themselves exchanging glances and smiles, hot with the knowledge that while they were eating Christmas dinner with their family, his glans was slick with aftercum, and her body was stained with his sticky residue.

After everyone had finished, Holly joined Julie in the kitchen to help clean up.

‘You and Tom looked thick as thieves in there,’ Julie said.

She feigned surprise. ‘Did we?’

‘It’s great that you’re still so close after all these years. I know Liz has been a bit aloof since becoming a teenager, but Tom still really idolizes you.’

Holly felt her face heat up. ‘Must be all those hours I put in playing the cool auntie,’ she joked.

‘I think it’s more than that. His face lights up whenever he sees you. You made a real impression on him.’

‘Aw, that’s sweet of you to say. I’m fond of him, too. He’s a lovely boy.’

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A Seducer at Sixty – Chapter # 3

Guardian’s Angel

This story is the third in the series about Sekhar, the sixty year old stud. It took a long time coming. I hope you will like it, like you did his two earlier stories.

Life was indeed hectic for the sixty year old Sekhar, pleasuring the middle aged and very passionate Rekha and the young maiden Lakshmi. Even as he enjoyed immensely these affairs, he knew it was too good to last. And it all came to an unexpected and rather abrupt ending when Raghu got promoted and was transferred to Delhi. Rekha’s bank accepted her request for a transfer to Delhi. My good friend Murthy, wisely, chose to move with his son rather than stay alone. Lashmi’s parents soon fixed a matrimonial alliance for her and she was asked to return to her village.

Sekhar managed to have passionate and emotional farewells with both his ladies. It was good in a way for Sekhar, that his wife Sumana returned from USA soon after this and he once again settled down to his sedate life style with Sumana providing him a comfortable home and adequate care. He was being a good boy again and the erotic alliances with Rekha and Lakshmi were soon fond memories only.

One day when Sekhar returned home from work he found Sumana was carrying out a telephone conversation with her dear friend Aarti who lived in Mumbai. The talk ended a few minutes later and Sumana briefed him on the gist of her talk. Aarti and her hubby Ramana were their close friends for a long time. Both families often visited each other and they always stayed in touch.

The Ramanas have a lone child Anupama who was working as a software engineer in Bangalore. Her company had transferred her to their office in our city and the Ramanas wanted to know if Sekhar and Sumana could take her in as a paying guest. They were very keen that Anu (her short name) should stay with them because that would ensure her comfort and safety. Sekhar and Sumana liked the idea as they would have the company of a young and lively Anu of whom they were very fond of and there was no problem for accommodation.

So, Sumana called back her friend and told her they would love to have Anu live with them. Their only condition was that she would stay as their ‘guest’ and not as ‘paying guest’!

Very soon Anu came to live in with them.

Anu was a twenty five year old girl. After graduating with honors in engineering from a prestigious school, she was working with a big MNC as a software engineer. She was a tall, very fair and slim girl with very delicate features, a figure like Sharapova and was very pretty indeed. Had she not chosen to be an engineer, she could have certainly tried her hand at modeling as a profession. She was a very sweet kid and was very much at home with the Sekhars, having known them right from her childhood. She was comfortable in her new surroundings and adjusted very well.

It was a couple of months later that our story begins.

Sumana received a SOS from her daughter in USA asking her to rush there to help at home, as she was deputed to a client site for two months by her inconsiderate company. Sumana told Anu and her mother about this sudden development. Everyone discussed with everyone else and at the end of it all, it was decided that Anu would continue to be their guest and Sumana hired a lady cook who would come in the morning and cook food for them. A maid was already there for other domestic chores.

It was a satisfactory arrangement that worked earlier for them and Sumana felt that it would work equally well now. Also, Anu reportedly told her mom that she was very comfortable at uncle’s place and wouldn’t like to relocate. Thus, Sumana left for USA leaving Sekhar and Anu behind.

They settled down to a comfortable routine. They normally saw each other only in the evenings at dinner. They would chat up for a few minutes, heat up the dinner, eat it, clean up and then she would go to her bed room while he stayed a little longer in the living room to watch TV. She left very early, around seven in the morning, when he was still in the gym working on the treadmill. She drove her own car to work.

As was the norm with MNCs, she had a five day week. Friday evenings, she normally went partying with her friends and returned home late in the night. The apartment was a penthouse and when one reached it by the elevator , one needed to open the entrance door with a key. Sekhar gave her the spare key so that she could come and go on her own. When Sumana was in town, on Saturdays, they usually went out to have dinner. Sekhar and Anu continued that practice.

Thus it was a Friday night and Sekhar went to bed at eleven. Anu hadn’t yet returned but he wasn’t worried. She normally returned around mid night on fridays. He drifted into sleep and it was the ringing of his mobile that woke him up. He was still a little groggy when he answered the phone.

The caller said, “Good evening uncle, I am Sub inspector Satyamurty here. I am your friend Ranganath’s son, sir. Remember me?”

“Hello Satyamurty, bakırköy escort of course, I remeber, how are you? What is the matter?” Sekhar asked.

“No uncle, nothing serious, there is a young lady here. Says her name is Anupama and you are her uncle. I am just confirming it with you.”

“What happened to her? Is she alright? Was there an accident?” Sekhar shot several questions at a time, very concerned.

“No, uncle, she is fine, she was stopped by us for drunken driving. Don’t worry, sir, I will drive her home and bring her there in a few minutes. I will take care of everything.”

Sekhar was fully awake and concerned now. What the hell? Anu caught for drunken driving!! Well, you never know with kids these days! How lucky for them it was Satyamurty who caught her and not someone else! He has to handle this very carefully, he kept telling himself. His mobile rang again and Satyamurty asked him to come down to the parking lot in a few minutes.

As Sekhar waited there, her Santro Xing came in, driven by Satyamurty who was dressed in civilian clothes and therefore didn’t attract the attention of the security guard at the gate. He got off from the car and briefed Sekhar on what had happened.

Satyamurty and his staff were on a routine check that night and stopped several cars and did breathe analyzer test on ‘suspicious looking’ people. Anupama looked dazed and drunk and so was pulled aside. Luckily for her, the mention of Sekhar’s name and address saved her. Sekhar thanked him profusely and assured him that she would not repeat her mistake again. When he left, Sekhar walked to the car and got into the driving seat.

He drove the car into the reserved slot and parked it there. He got off quickly, walked to the passenger door and opened it for her. Anu, who was silent the whole time, bowed her head down avoiding his eyes as she got off the car and stood unsteadily on her feet. Sekhar put his right arm around her shoulders in a supportive gesture and they walked to the elevator. Once they reached the penthouse and got inside, Anu literally ran to her room closing the door behind her.

Sekhar walked down to the living room and sat on a sofa. He heard Anu rushing to the bathroom and then retching sounds. He knew that he should allow her some time alone and privacy. If he rushed in now to help, she would feel greatly humiliated and hurt. He decided that he would handle the issue with kid gloves and treat it as a minor aberration, quite common at that young age.

After about half an hour, he got up, walked to her bed room door and knocked softly. There was no response. He gently pushed the door open and walked into the room. The light was on and Anu lay sprawled across the bed and in deep slumber. To him she looked literally knocked out. As he walked closer to the bed, he could see that she was sweating profusely and there were dark patches on her shirt and trousers where bits of vomit fell. She looked in great disarray and helpless; like a ragged doll.

Sekhar felt a swell of sympathy for the girl. He could’t leave her to sleep like this in those stinking clothes. She needed to clean up and she was not in a position to do it herself. He had no other option except to do it himself.

He went to the bathroom and came back with a couple of clean towels and a bucket of lukewarm water. He dipped a towel in the water making it just a little damp and set out to first wipe her brows and face clean. He cleaned her chin and the corners of her mouth tenderly, wiping away small specks of vomit and dirt.

Anu was wearing a shirt that had buttons in the front and a trouser. Sekhar knew he had no option but to remove both these garments if he wanted to clean her up. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt with care making sure that his hands were steady and only touched the buttons. As he removed the last button, he held the two halves of the shirt in his hands and opened it out slowly. She was wearing a cream color bra which was holding her small and compact breasts.

Sekhar knew she was a small breasted girl and her breasts were just a little further down her chest than normal. Now, as he looked at them ensconced in her bra, they looked very cute and compact, like small ripe oranges. They tended to be a little conical than a perfect circle and only a small swell was visible above the cups of the bra. Through the thin material of the bra, he could see small perfect circles of areole and her nipples were small too and perfectly shaped.

Sekhar took a damp towel and started wiping her mid riff, her throat and the exposed area above her bra. Her throat was long and perfectly shaped. Her skin was a creamy complexion and as he wiped it clean, he saw it had a glow of its own.

Seeing her thus, he debated whether he should remove the bra. There was no point in cleaning up just a part of her, he told himself; at least the top of her. He looked for any signs of her waking up and found none. Her breathing was even and steady and she was literally out. As beşiktaş escort she was lying on her back, he needed to turn her on her side in order to unhook her bra.

With his right hand he gently held her bare right shoulder and turned her on her side, holding her waist in his left hand to prevent her from turning over completely. Thus, for the first time, his hands came into contact with her bare skin. His fingers felt the satin smoothness of her waist which was both soft and warm to his touch. He had this strong urge to let his hand wander all over her waist and belly but resisted it.

Holding her tenderly on her side, his hand reached for and unhooked the creamy colored bra. As he slowly turned her over on to her back, he gently pulled away her bra from her breasts. He stole a quick glance at the small, compact, tight looking, young breasts with their proud nipples before he started wiping them gently with the wet towel, taking care to see that his hand never touched, even fleetingly, her breasts.

His mind was in turmoil. As he cleaned her breasts, one part of him wanted to reach out, touch, fondle and squeeze those young boobs and feel those pink nipples harden as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Wouldn’t that be heavenly, he thought? No, you are her guardian and you don’t take advantage of an unconscious girl, the other part said.

Soon he finished cleaning her chest and it was time to do the tougher task. Yes, he had to remove her soiled trousers. It was not complicated at all- there was a zip to undo and the trouser was ready to be pulled down. The open trouser revealed the absolutely bewitching sight of her flat, silken smooth bare belly with the very attractive small, circular and deep navel. His eyes stayed glued to that wonderfully erotic sight for a couple of minutes, taking in all the beauty greedily. His eyes went back, repeatedly, to the curve of her waist as it flared into her bottom.

It was now time for the most important task on hand – yes, he had to pull that trouser away from her body and clean her up. Sekhar knew that he could’t do so without touching her. He took another look at the sleeping girl as if confirming to himself that she wouldn’t wake up. Pushing his left hand gently under her and resting it between her shapely hips, he gently pushed her up a little simultaneously easing her trouser down with his right hand.

Once the trouser was down half way on her thighs, he pulled out his left hand from under her. Using both hands, he gently pulled the trouser down all the way to her feet and gently eased it off her body.

There she lay in all her naked glory, clad only a semi-transparent cream colored panties that almost blended with her skin. His breath quickened as he looked closely at the nearly naked body of young Anu. Her thighs were long and slender and had a toned look. They were absolutely silken smooth without any hairs. Her legs were long and shapely, like a fashion model’s legs.

Sekhar looked at her once again, his gaze starting with her beautiful face and travelling south slowly inch by inch, all the way to her shapely and painted toes. He was overcome with a strong desire to touch her young body. She was in deep, drug induced sleep and she wouldn’t know. He would just touch her very tenderly and lovingly and that wouldn’t hurt her at all. Nobody, absolutely nobody would know. Who knows, he may never get such a golden opportunity again, he rationalized.

But first thing first, he started cleaning up her lower body with the wet towels; cleaning her slender thighs and slim legs and the exposed part of her bottom that was outside her panties. Once he finished the cleaning, he sat next to her on the bed and started touching her body.

He let his fingertips brush very lightly against her small breasts and felt their heavenly touch- soft and smooth. A slight application of pressure revealed how incredibly tight her young boobs were! Next, he gently cupped and lightly pressed them, while keeping a constant lookout at her face for any signs of her waking up. She continued to sleep soundly. Emboldened, he gently squeezed her boobs and started caressing her nipples.

Her young nipples responded automatically and they grew hard under the erotic male touch and massaging. They were erect, pink delights that set him on fire. Sekhar was strongly tempted to kiss them but didn’t dare because he wasn’t sure he could stop after that.

Instead he travelled a little down and rubbed her heavenly flat and smooth belly and caressed her navel. He took his own time enjoying the tight and smooth thighs and caressing their entire length with his feathery touch. He finished his erotic touching tour of her body. He walked to her closet and selected a beige colored night robe for her.

As he came back to the bed, a wild thought occurred to him. Why not remove her panties too? His thought process went something like this. When she woke up tomorrow, Anu would realize that she was undressed and cleaned beylikdüzü escort up by Sekhar. How would she react? Considering the events of last evening, she would be scared that Sekhar would report to her parents or at least reprimand her. She would be defensive.

When he does neither, she would be grateful to him for saving her from such a big embarrassment. She would also be grateful to him that he cleaned her up with such tender care (like an uncle) and removed her soiled garments. She had no way of knowing about his ‘touching’ her and probably wouldn’t even think about it. Above all, acute embarrassment will ensure that she would keep totally quiet about last evening.

With such strong reasoning making him doubly confident, Sekhar set out to do something that was not exactly needed…remove her panties.

He was now aroused as his fingers gently got hold of the elastic band of her panties and rolled it down her pert bottom and thighs. At the first sight of her young pussy, his cock literally jumped in his underwear. He pulled her panties down all the way and eased it out.

Her mound had a trimmed, triangular light patch of black pubic hair at the top. At the lower edge were the upper folds of her vagina shrouding her clitoris and further down her vaginal lips and the opening to her Honey Pot. Her nether lips looked absolutely smooth and hairless, obviously waxed with tender care. The opening had that moist and pinkish look that sent waves of passion through him.

After such a visual treat there was no way Sekhar wouldn’t touch her pussy. Ensuring that she was still out, he gently touched her young pussy with his fingers, using his lightest feather touch. As his forefinger touched her pinkish slit tenderly, her nether lips quivered a little. Sekhar’s finger slid a few millimeters into her juicy, hot cunt.

Mustering all his self control, Sekhar pulled out his fingers as if he were scorched.

He quickly took the night robe and maneuvered Anu into it. He took all the soiled clothes to her bathroom and dumped them in her laundry basket. He gently lifted her in his arms and lay her properly on the bed with a pillow under her head. Covering her with a light sheet, he set the AC at a comfortable 25C and the fan at medium speed.

He started walking out of the room when he paused and turned around.

He walked back silently to her bed, looked at her beautiful and innocent face and kissed her very lightly on her forehead, as if bidding her a good night.

Back in his bed, as he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, he kept seeing her naked breasts, torso, thighs and her young pussy. His cock was fully erect with lust and desire and recalling the pleasure of fingering that extremely fuckable young pussy of Anu, he masturbated. He ejaculated in big spurts and drifted into sound sleep a little later.

*********

It was past eight next morning when Anu woke up. She was still a little groggy and disoriented when she opened her eyes for a few seconds and shut them again at the invasion of the daylight. The events of last night came in a flood to her mind; like an action replay on the TV screen. The party, the dancing, the normal cocktails and then what? Someone obviously spiked her drink, she was on a high, the dancing got dirtier and she felt uncomfortable with some unwanted touching and bumping.

She ran off to her car and was driving home and then there was that police check. That sub inspector taking charge of her after talking to uncle on mobile and driving her home. Uncle was there waiting in the car park and took her up. Thank God, he didn’t say a word and was very supportive. She remembered rushing to her bathroom and throwing up. Oh, God, what a mess she made and passed out! She must be a wreck!

She got off the bed and walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Fully awake now, she was in for a shock. The bath room was all cleaned up and so was she! She looked at the laundry basket and saw the clothes she wore last evening there. She looked at her own image clad in her night robe and all cleaned up.

Someone had cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, undressed and cleaned her up and dressed her again in her robe while she lay there passed out. Only one person could have done that –uncle Sekhar! At that thought she was flooded with shame. How could she ever look into his eyes again? Her face grew hot and red at the thought of what had happened.

Anu always prided herself that she was a cool person and not too emotional. She thought things out logically, at least most of the time. As she brushed her teeth, she calmed down and thought about it dispassionately.

Did uncle have a choice? They were alone at home and there were no close friends nearby. Even if someone were there, it would have been highly embarrassing for everyone. He couldn’t just leave her to sleep in that pathetic condition she was, could he? He did the right thing and she was grateful for that.

As she stepped under the shower and the hot shower hit her body, she shut her eyes and tried to imagine the scene. Uncle removing her clothes one by one – did he look at her breasts, did he like them or did he think they were too small? More importantly, did he touch them and feel them? Her pulse quickened and her small pink nipples started hardening at these erotic thoughts.

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Kari remained seated, Indian style on the living room floor as she looked over at her brother and then to the couch at her mom and dad. She wasn’t a virgin anymore and she had noticed the way her brother and father watched her, their eyes lingering a bit too long over her perky tits or roaming over her long legs and staring at her crotch as if they had x-ray vision and could see her pussy through her shorts. She even recalls the time that she caught her mom staring at her brother’s bulge, her hand reaching out to touch it and then stopping as if she suddenly remembered that he was her son and they were not alone. She had worked on this plan for weeks and tonight was the night it would happen, tonight was the night she would feel her daddy’s cock fucking her while she watched her twin brother fuck their mom.

Jon is Kari’s twin brother, they had just turned 18 and were finishing their senior year in high school. She was 5’6, 110 pounds and built like a porn star, a perfect bubble ass with large tits, 34DD’s. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, a spitting image of her beautiful mom, Kate. Her twin brother, Jon, was 6’3 with blonde hair and blue eyes and built like Adonis, a chiseled chest with a flat stomach and perfect abs. He caught the attention of every girl in school like she did with every boy. She was sure he wasn’t a virgin anymore but didn’t know when he lost it. She, on the other hand, was quite the whore, loving to be stuffed with cock since she was quite young.

They were gathered for family movie night, all four in the living room to watch a movie. This week was Kari’s pick and she chose Wild Things, her favorite scene was when the two girls were making out in the pool. She knew it was risky to pick that movie but she wanted something hot to get things started and picking a porno was not quite right. She leaned back on her hands and closed her eyes, her mind racing to the image of her brother stroking his thick, eight inch monster while he watched her lounge by the pool the other day.

It was Spring break and the weather was perfect so she slid into a tiny white bikini and called a few friends over to swim. The girls were just as hot and soon all of them were splashing in the water. Her brother had been outside watching but excused himself to go into the pool house. She waited a few minutes and then followed, knowing he would be jacking off but she figured he would be thinking about her friends. As she got closer, she saw his huge cock, his fist sliding up and down the thick shaft quickly. His eyes were closed so she stayed quiet, her pussy aching for its own release. She watched as his muscles tensed, knowing he was about to cum. When the first white stream of goo jetted from his cock, he moaned out, “Fuck yes Kari, suck this fat cock, eat your brother’s cream you nasty little slut.” She almost came right then and there, moving quickly to leave before he opened his eyes and saw her.

She joined her friends but couldn’t take her mind off of what she saw. When they left and she ran to her room to shower and clean up for dinner, she sprawled out on her bed and began fucking herself with her hairbrush handle. It was about 5 inches long and not so thick but would have to do since she wasn’t able to get to a sex shop to buy a dildo. She slammed the brush into her smooth, hairless pussy, over and over, her juices dripping down her ass crack and her thick cream coating the brush handle as she imagined her twin brother’s cock slamming into her.

A few months before that, Kari was in the bathroom, her bubbled ass resting on the side of the tub while her legs were spread, shaving cream coating her beautiful pussy. She was giving herself a fresh shave, her left leg over to the side as her foot rested on the edge of the tub. She thought the house was empty. Jon was at football practice while her mom and dad were at work. She had her music turned up and was just about to run the razor over one of her puffy pussy lips when there was a light rap at the bathroom door. She hadn’t really closed the door so it swung open and her dad was standing there. “Kari. I need to run to the store, do you nee…” He stopped talking, his mouth open wide as he looked at her beautiful ass hanging off of the side of the tub. She grinned, swinging herself over so her daddy could see her covered pussy as she played innocent. “OH daddy! Sorry, I was just freshening up! I do need a few things and would love to go with you but I have to finish real quick. Can you wait or would you like to help?” She held the razor up as kadıköy escort she batted her eyelashes, pretending that it was perfectly normal for a young girl to ask her daddy to help shave her pussy.

Her father, Mark, knelt in front of her, taking the razor from her hand. She spread her legs and leaned back, resting her hands on the other side of the tub so her daddy could shave her pussy. He was slow, spreading her lips apart to make sure he got every inch of her. She was leaking pussy juice, small moans escaping her pink lips as she felt his fingers brush over her clit. When he finished shaving her, he grabbed the washcloth and ran it under the warm water from the faucet, bringing it back to her pussy and wiping away any remaining cream. He then leaned in close, two fingers pulling her lips apart, her clit hard was sticking out in front of him. She watched as he leaned forward and inhaled deeply. He was smelling the shaving cream and her cunt juices, her pussy convulsing in front of him. He slid his tongue out and ran it over her, starting at her little pink puckered asshole and ending over her hard clit. She shuddered as her orgasm overtook her and she moaned. Then he jumped up and told her to meet him downstairs, it was as if he had been struck by lightening, feeling ashamed that he had just licked his daughter’s pussy.

Jon was on the floor, a few feet away from his sister and laying on his stomach, his hard cock aching from being pressed into the floor. He needed to get fucked or sucked or whatever to relieve this monster hard on. He tried focusing on the movie but couldn’t help but flash back to the day he came home from school early and caught his mother fucking herself in the kitchen. He got dropped off by some friends since his sister drove that day. He saw their mom’s car int he driveway so didn’t bother pulling out the house key, simply turning the knob and entering his house. He sat his backpack on the floor and walked to the kitchen, his stomach growling for an afternoon snack. He approached the swinging door and put his hand on it to push it opened but stopped when he heard moaning from the other side. He felt his cock twitch and wondered who was in there since he didn’t see dad’s car home. He pushed the door just enough to peek in and see his mom sitting on the kitchen table, her dress in a pool on the floor and her legs spread wide, feet resting on the table as she shoved a 12 inch cucumber deep into her pussy.

Kate was hot, every boy in school constantly going on about wanting to fuck her. She was a spitting image of his sister but larger tits, 38 DD and a perfect ass. Her pussy was shaved smooth, pink and raw from being stretched by the massive cucumber she was ramming into it. Her eyes were closed, one hand pinching her beautiful dark nipples while the other shoved the cucumber in and out. It glistened with her cunt cream and her head thrashed about as she came over and over all while moaning out Jon’s name. “Yes Jon, fuck mommy, feed her your fat cock and make her your dirty whore. Oh God Jon, mommy is coming all over your huge cock!” He moaned out, quickly backing away from the door and running quietly upstairs to jerk off.

Jon glanced to his left to see his sister running a finger over her pussy, her shorts so short that her lips were nearly sticking out of them. He sighed, his cock throbbing under him as he watched. He had always wanted to taste his sister’s pussy. Half of the football team had fucked her so they constantly bragged about her sweet and tight pussy. As a brother should, he yelled at the guys, ordering them to shut up about his sister but inside ached to feel his thick cock push into her pussy. Now he sat here watching this hot ass movie and fantasizing about fucking not only his sister but his mom too as the images of the cream coated cucumber danced through his mind.

The pool scene came and Kari shifted a little, her finger now slipping into her shorts and grazing her clit. She knew her parents and brother would know what she was doing if they looked at her but she didn’t care. She was too horny to stop and began rubbing small circles over her clit, her pussy convulsing as her orgasm got closer.

“Ok kids, I think this movie may be getting out of hand!” Said Kate as she shifted on the couch. Mark had been pinching her nipple, tweaking it with his fingertips as his arm rested over her shoulders. She could feel his cock growing, pressing against her elbow as they cuddled on the üsküdar escort couch. She needed to get fucked and was anxious for the movie to end, not wanting to disappoint the kids by calling it an early night. Now, the movie was making her even hornier and her husband wasn’t helping the situation. She could tell her son was hard as she watched his tight ass shift on the floor, trying to adjust to his hard cock and get comfortable. She glanced at her daughter and moaned quietly as she watched her daughter rub her pussy in front of them.

Kari pulled her fingers away from her own pussy and turned to look at her mom. Kate was wearing a satin nightie and a matching robe to hide her beautiful tits. The nightie was short though and Kari could see her mom’s pink panties peeking out. She got on her knees in front of her parents and began pleading with them to stay and finish the movie, her hands resting on her mom’s knees. “Please mommy! It only gets better from here, the sex scenes are so hot, don’t leave us!” She was now running her hands up higher, her thumbs brushing her mom’s inner thighs. Kate shuddered. parting her legs slightly. It was so wrong to be this turned on when her kids were around and even more so by the nasty thoughts of fucking her own kids. She laughed and tried pushing Kari’s hands away but she only moved higher, her thumbs now slipping under the satin panties and grazing her mom’s clit.

Kate moaned, her head falling back as Mark moved to see what his daughter was doing. Kari smiled as she licked her lips and got closer, inhaling her mom’s musky scent of arousal. She leaned forward and licked her pussy over the satin panties, turning the light pink material dark. Kate grabbed her daughter’s blonde ponytail and tried pulling her away but wasn’t having much success. “Mmmm… mommy, your pussy tastes so good! I bet daddy loves eating that pussy, huh?!” She then slid her fingers in and pulled the material to the side. “Oh look! Your pussy is bald like mine! I bet it would feel great if we rubbed them together!” She then dove in, shoving her tongue deep into her mother’s soaked cunt. Kate started gyrating her hips, grinding her snatch into her daughter’s face. “Oh God Kari, please stop, you shouldn’t be doing this to me!” But she didn’t make an effort to stop her daughter as she came hard all over Kari’s face.

The slurping sounds coming from his sister eating his mom’s pussy was too much and now Jon rolled over, his cock out and in his hand as he watched. He slid closer to Kari, his free hand running up her thighs and to her pussy as she kept slurping and sucking on their mom’s cunt. He slipped his fingers under her shorts and began ramming them into his sister’s tight cunt, his thumb pushing against her pink asshole. Mark now had his own cock in his hand and was stroking it furiously as he watched his daughter eat her mom’s pussy. Never in a million of year would he have thought this would be happening.

Kari pulled away from her mom’s cunt, her lips and face glistening with her mother’s juices. She looked over to see her dad’s nine inch cock in his hand and she slid over, her tongue swirling around the swollen head and lapping at the pearls of pre-cum. She moaned as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked half of it into her mouth, barely taking in his long monster. He grabbed her ponytail and gave a good thrust, shoving it down her throat. He felt her muscles tightening around it as she tried to adjust.

Jon pulled away from his sister and slid up to his mom. Her body was still shaking, her pussy leaving a puddle of juice on the couch as she tried to calm down from her orgasm. Jon took Kari’s place and began licking at his mom’s cunt, his tongue sliding into her pussy and then down to explore her asshole. “Jon… please let me suck your cock, please!” She said breathlessly, knowing she shouldn’t be asking but now too late to even give a shit. She pushed Jon back and slid to the floor, her hands working his shorts the rest of the way off of his body as she took his fat cock into her warm, wet mouth. She was going full throttle,. shoving his entire length down her throat like a pro while Kari climbed on the couch so her daddy could play with her pussy while she sucked his cock.

The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air, mixing with the hot scent of arousal coming from Kari and Kate’s steamy cunts. Mark pulled Kari’s head up, his cock falling heavily from her lips with saliva hanging from them to the slick and swollen head. “Princess, daddy tuzla escort needs to feel your pussy, okay? I promise to take it easy but I need to fuck you…” He had no false hopes that his beautiful little daughter was still a virgin but wasn’t sure how she has been fucked before and right now, he was boiling over, an animal that needed to pound away in a tight, hot snatch. Kari stood, slipping her shorts off and pulling her little tank top over her head. Her nipples were hard and her daddy leaned forward and took them into his mouth, sucking and biting on them as he caressed her round ass. He pulled away and turned her around, pushing her head down so she had to put her hands on the floor, her ass now in his face. He closed his eyes and began licking her from asshole to pussy, slurping on her clit and exploring her cunt with his tongue. He couldn’t wait any longer, standing behind her and driving his fat cock deep into her tight pussy. She cried out, “Yes daddy!! Fuck me! Please fuck your little princess!!” He grabbed her hips and began slamming, forgetting about the promise to take it easy on her young pussy. His balls smacked her clit as she coated his long cock with her cream. He growled, pounding away and shoving his cock against her insides.

Jon looked down his body at his mom, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nose nestled in his pubic hair. She was good, so good that he was close to his own orgasm but needed to feel her pussy first. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off of his cock. “Sit on my face, mom. I need to eat your pussy.” She smiled and stood, pulling her panties down and then slipping out of the robe and nightie. He loved his mom’s hot body with her flat tummy and large tits, her swollen pussy lips glistening with her arousal. She walked over him, standing just over his head and sliding her fingers to her snatch. She spread her lips and opened herself for him to see as she began rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers into her pussy. She was teasing him, forgetting about it being wrong that her husband was now fucking their daughter and she was about to sit her soaked pussy down on their son’s face. Jon growled, grabbing her thighs and pulling her down. His tongue worked her cunt skillfully, sliding around her folds, dipping into her hot cunt and exploring before his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked her to several intense orgasms.

“Yes Jon! Eat mommy’s pussy!!! Fuck yes!!! Your tongue feels so good in mommy’s pussy!” She cried out all while fighting the urge to get up and run. She was lost, knowing that this was going to be a weekly, if not nightly event in their house now. She ground her cunt against his face, her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode wave after wave of pure bliss while hearing her husband’s balls smack against their daughter’s pussy. Jon needed to fuck, his cock so close to bursting. He pushed his mother up and crawled out from under her. He forced her to her hands and knees, moving in behind her. He ran his hand over her round ass, watching it jiggle as he smacked it lightly a few times. Without any warning, Jon slammed his cock deep into his mom’s pussy. She tightened around him, convulsing as another round of orgasms tore through her.

“Daddy, I’m coming! Fuck me harder daddy, make my pussy hurt, make me your slut, daddy!!!” Kari cried out as her daddy slammed into her. He couldn’t believe he was feeling her tight cunt wrap around his cock, her perfect angelic mouth say those words to him. His balls tightened and he was going to cum. “Daddy is going to cum, princess… where would you like it?” His fingers dug into her hips as he held still, her pussy tightening around his throbbing cock. “Fill my pussy with your seed daddy, I’m on the pill so we are fine!” Before she could finish the sentence, Mark growled and his cock exploded deep in his daughters snatch. Spurt after spurt of thick seed spewed from his cock and filled his daughter’s cunt.

Jon listened to his sister and dad and knew he couldn’t hold it any longer. He cried out as his own orgasm tore through him and he filled his mom’s cunt with ropes of his thick cum. He kept slamming into her until his cock finally went soft and he pulled out, falling onto the floor in a sweaty heap. He looked at his mom and smiled as he watched her shuffle to his sister, urging her to lay on her back. Once Kari was on the floor, his mom straddled her in a sixty nine, her cum dripping pussy now over his sister’s face. Kate lowered her pussy down and ordered her daughter to suck Jon’s cum from her cunt while she dove in to her daughter’s pussy and began slurping her husbands cum from it. After both pussies were cleaned of the cum. the girls laid there, arms wrapped around each other as the men tried to recover, everyone hot and breathless, the scent of sex drifting through the air as minds began to wonder about the next time this would happen.

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Since my son turned eighteen, I’ve noticed his attention more and more frequently. His attention to my body that is. I’m proud of my figure and have always received plenty of notice from men and women. Having my own boy look at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye however, was not something I had not anticipated or ever considered. When it first started happening, it made me quite uncomfortable and I thought it was just a phase he was going through, so I simply ignored it for the most part. At some point my feelings toward his curious stares changed and I started to like the attention. I never really consciously did anything to prompt his advances at first and felt very ashamed when I began to get aroused by the idea that my son was thinking of me sexually.

I don’t recall when it was that I finally gave myself permission to enjoy the looks, but when I did, it was like unleashing a tornado. The thought of him masturbating with me in his mind was such a naughty thing for me to imagine and the fact that it was so wrong, somehow made the whole idea even hotter. I do remember the first time I decided to deliberately tease him. It was about a month after his ninteenth birthday. At first I just thought about it and would finger myself to orgasm at night as I fantasized about walking around in front of him in lingerie. In retrospect it seems rather tame, but the first time was so exhilarating that I can hardly describe the feelings within me.

My nipples are so long and prominent that I never went without a bra in public or around the house. They stand out like beacons and are very obvious. One night when I was extra horny I decided to change into my nightgown early and wear it around him. It’s long and black satin with thin spaghetti straps. It seems innocent, but I had never let him see me like that since he was very small. He followed me around the house like a puppy dog and after a while I could see the outline of his erection in his pants. I felt naked and got so flustered that I rushed off to bed. I came very fast that night as I rubbed my clit and thought about the look on his face and his hard dick.

I felt guilty about it later and didn’t do anything like that for a while, but the thoughts plagued my mind and I knew I had to feel that wild rush again. Each time I got a little bolder and the thrill of it grew into an obsession. I would wear the nightgown or leave the bathroom door open and let him catch me in my bra and panties. Each session would inevitably end with an explosive orgasm later as I masturbated in my room. A few times, I was sure that he was doing the same thing in his room and at the exact same time. The idea of him jacking off in the next room as I fucked my dildo drove me wild. I loved the new dirty feelings and I craved more, so I concocted a plan.

I decided that I would be dressed sexy for him when he got home from school. I planned it several days in advance and masturbated frequently as I imagined his reaction. When the day arrived, I was so unbelievably horny and nervous about it that I almost couldn’t do it. What if he knew that I was doing it on purpose, how could I bear it. I concocted several excuses for my clothing if he asked and decided to tell him that I’d just bought some new things and had been trying them on when he got home. I even went so far as to leave an open box from a boutique in the living room to cover my tracks.

I felt very brazen and naughty as I prepared myself for the occasion that afternoon. I showered and shaved my legs and my pussy. All the while I was getting hornier and hornier because I knew that I wanted it more than anything in the world. I wanted to make my own young son so hard that he would have to jack off and think about fucking his mom. I fixed my shiny, black hair up just right and applied my make-up. I didn’t over do it, but made sure that my full lips were very red and glossy. As I sat on my bed, bunching up my sheer, black, seamed nylons and drew them each up my legs, I could hardly resist the urge to make myself come right then and there. I knew that if I did, I’d lose my nerve and not go through with my perverted plan, so I continued the preparations.

I had bought a pair of particularly high, strappy, black heels some time ago that I had not had an occasion to wear. I slipped them onto my stockinged feet and attached the tiny clasps. I walked to my full length mirror and looked at myself standing otherwise naked. Oh my god, I thought, if he only new what I was doing right now. I was so wet by that time that I was literally dripping. I refrained from touching my swollen, protruding clit, but adjusted my stance so that my feet were wider apart and watched as a thin line of clear syrup slowly descended and dangled from my cunt. I felt so ashamed of myself as I started pinching my long, hard nipples. How could I face my friends and family if they knew what I was thinking and hoping for. I decided to humiliate myself further by not wiping away the mess that was running down my thighs as I turned and went to finish dressing.

I put on a black, satin shelf bra that lifted my heavy breasts, but halkalı escort left my protuberant nipples to show blatantly obvious through the thin, tight, cream colored sweater that I put on next. I went without panties and finished the outfit with a snug, black skirt which rested just above my knees. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam and my heart dropped. He was home earlier than usual and just as I looked over, he passed by my bedroom door on the way to the kitchen. He glanced over when he passed and caught my eye, then I heard him stop. He slowly backed up until he was standing in my doorway. “Uh, hey mom, what’s up?” He said as his eyes scanned my frame.

“Oh, just trying on some new things I might wear out this weekend.” I replied as I turned and faced him. “What do you think?”

His eyes locked on my up thrust breasts and excited nipples. “Wow, you..look really great mom.” He stammered as he slowly walked in and sat on my bed.

“Aren’t these shoes cute honey?” I queried, inviting him to look down as I leaned forward to tug on my nylons just above each knee. “I love them so much, I think I’ll leave them on for a while.” I continued without looking up at him. He said nothing, but sat motionless and intent as I brazenly lifted my skirt to fuss with each of my garter clasps. I felt so nasty and wicked and kinky, posing like that in front of him. I couldn’t look him in the eye, I felt so naughty, but I turned and before I fully thought about it I said with my back to him; “Are my seams straight baby?” My face instantly flushed red and I wanted to take the words back. I closed my eyes and drew a breath but he said nothing. I opened my eyes and caught his reflection in my vanity mirror. His mouth was open and he was looking at me with intense hunger. “Well, are they?” I persisted.

“Oh, um..yeah, they look really good mom. Um, god, I mean..they look straight. Yeah.” He stuttered as he reached for a pillow and pulled it up to his lap.

“Good.” I said as I walked toward the vanity with the knowledge that his dick was getting hard. I felt shaky as I studied the unmistakable expression on his face and his eyes followed my every move. I put one knee up onto my vanity stool and leaned forward and grabbed my lipstick. Resting my weight with my left hand on the vanity, I started applying the gloss to my parted lips with the other. I gave him ample time to study my ass and legs as I remained bent over for him. I almost died when I saw his left hand reach for his crotch under the pillow. I felt as if he knew that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I slowly exaggerated my position until my legs were open wider, my back was arched and my ass was thrust out for him.

The room was electric with sex and I took my time pretending to fix my hair and make-up. I wondered if he could smell the scent of my arousal as I saw his arm begin to move under the pillow. My son was jacking off through his shorts as he watched me. My body was on fire and my clit was so hard I could barely stand it. I knew that he could see the tops of my stockings and I wanted to lift my skirt over my ass and show my son how soaked my pussy was. Instead, I bent over even further and reached down to open the bottom drawer of my vanity, leaving my ass waiving in the air. My skirt climbed up the backs of my thighs until the pale flesh above my hose was showing. I wondered if he could see the slime that coated the insides of my thighs as I fumbled around in the drawer. My god it felt so nasty acting that way in front of him. Doubled over like a slut, waiting to get fucked.

When I couldn’t stay in that position another second without being blatantly obvious, I returned to the mirror and said; “You must be starving honey. Let mommy fix you something to eat.” When he noticed that I was looking at him, his hand stopped moving and his face turned beet red.

“Um, O.K.” He replied, looking away quickly.

When I stood up and started walking across the room, we were both astonished at the way my ample tits jiggled and bounced, hanging freely out over the top of my bra as they were. It was so lewd and obvious. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s take care of you.” I declared as I grabbed his free hand and pulled him up off of the bed, forcing him to discard his pillow cover. I didn’t look back at him, but I knew that he must have been embarrassed at holding onto my hand as I led him to the kitchen with a full erection.

I released his hand when we got to the dining room and told him to have a seat at the table while I fixed him a snack to tide him over until dinner. We made nervous small talk and little eye contact as I busily prepared his sandwich, but his attention was constantly focused on my ample body. At one point, my back was turned to him as I reached for a plate in an upper cabinet and he said rather awkwardly; “Um, mom, I think I was wrong…I mean..I don’t think they’re straight. Your…seams I mean.”

I froze for a moment and stood still with my hands still stretched up on the cabinet. Before the impact of his words fully taksim escort registered, I asked; “Do you want to help me honey? Come and fix mommy’s hose.”

He said nothing, but I heard his chair creak and the terrible excitement of his footsteps toward me. I had just invited my own son to feel my legs and play with my nylons. I stood rigid with anticipation as he knelt down behind me. I knew that my calves must have looked very sexy, hiked up as I was on my 5 inch heels. I almost jumped out of them when I felt his fingers tugging at the reinforced nylon that led up the back of my ankle. It was all happening so fast and was thrilling beyond any fantasy I had concocted. He spent a moment to rub the hose together between his thumb and forefinger, obviously savoring the silky texture before pulling it gently up and then smoothing it and shifting it around my ankle.

My mind was telling me to stop this before it got out of hand, but my body rebelled and remained motionless, save for the quickening pace of my breath. My son ran his eager hands around my shoes, feeling them momentarily before letting them travel further up my calves. I parted my legs slightly to accommodate his exploration as he tugged and shifted my hose. Unconsciously, my left hand moved from the cabinet and found my right breast. I knew he couldn’t see what I was doing from his vantage point and that he was fully engrossed in his fondling. I boldly began to pinch on my nipple as I felt his fingers on the front and back of my knees. Bolts of electric sensation seared through me as twisted and pulled at the long, hard and rubbery protrusion. I could feel the warm wetness draining from my aching cunt and could do nothing to stop it now without ending our game.

A wild mixture of humiliation and incestuous desire racked my mind as I did the unthinkable. I suddenly reached down and pulled up at the sides of my skirt until my hem was above the dark tops of my stockings. I could smell the familiar scent of my horny pussy as urged him on. “Go on honey, do the rest. Feel the tops of mommy’s stockings.” A soft, uncontrolled moan escaped my lips as realized the reality of my whorish request and I felt his strong hands begin to knead and caress my inner thighs. I held my skirt high with one hand in front while I began to relieve my other nipple of it’s neglect. I could feel the hot oils dripping down my leg. I knew that he could see it and I wanted it. God help me I WANTED it.

His fingers played up and down the length of each leg until I thought I would scream. I noticed that occasionally there would be only one hand on me and that he was squeezing his rigid cock with the other. Each time his hand reached upward, his fingers came closer to the tops of my vintage stockings until I finally felt his warm touch at the sensitive skin above them. My legs began to quake uncontrollably as his fingertips made contact with the slippery expulsions a few inches above the tops of my hose. When he hesitated from the obvious surprise, I lost my nerve and dropped my skirt.

“Th…that’s good baby.” I breathed. “You’d better go sit..down now and I’ll finish making your snack.” He rose silently and went back to his chair. I grabbed a plate and ducked behind the kitchen wall to compose myself. “Oh my god.” I whispered quietly to myself as I struggled to comprehend what had just taken place. I finished his meal and eagerly strode around the corner with the plate. He was now seated close to, and facing the table with one hand in his lap as I approached. Again I was aware of the exaggerated bouncing of my tits as I struggled to walk normally in my high heels. I knew he was fondling himself under the table and when I reached him, my rigid nipples were right at eye level. He made no pretense to look away and seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I could see his arm moving under the table.

I leaned forward and sat the plate on the table in front of him, but my focus was on how close I could flaunt my wobbling boobs to his face as I did. The low ‘V’ neck of my knit top framed the bulging flesh of my trussed breasts nicely as my long, vulgar nipples stretched the thin fabric into prominent points at the front. “You don’t think mommy’s too heavy for this top do you honey.” I asked as I pushed in at the sweater under my boobs and my eyes fixed on the tablecloth above his lap.

“God no m..mom. You look really good.” He blurted.

“You’re sweet.” I replied as I ran my fingers through his hair and drew his head into my chest. My left breast pushed into his cheek as my right nipple grazed along his lips. In a thousand other homes across the world it would have been an innocent hug, but at that moment in my house it was the unholy embrace of a mother and son desperate to suck and fuck each others cum. I held him close for a moment and relished the feeling of my erect nipple pressed against his mouth as he rubbed his dick. I kissed the top of his head and broke the embrace. I turned on my heels and walked to the other end of the table where I seated myself opposite to him. He took a bite şişli escort of his sandwich but his other hand remained under the table.

A nasty thought entered my mind and I acted on it instantly. He couldn’t see it, but I spread my legs as wide as I could under the table. I was making some ridiculous small talk. I have no idea what I said as I sat facing my boy with my legs wide open. My hand dropped under the table and I adjusted my skirt until it was at my waist. I looked directly at him as I pushed two fingers into my gaping, wet pussy and then withdrew them to swirl the thick cream around my extended clitoris. I smiled at him and brought my hand up to my mouth and pressed my fingertips to my lips as I placed my chin in my palm and my elbow on the table. Feeling utterly wicked, I put my other hand under the table and started circling the tip of my stiff clit with my middle finger. “Is it good honey?” I asked daringly.

“Wha..?” He replied with surprise.

“Your sandwich. How is it?” I clarified.

“Uh, oh yeah, it’s great.” He mumbled hypnotically.

“Mmmm.” I murmured, with my fingers tracing my lower lip. We both sat silently for a few minutes. The tension was delicious and excruciating as we sat facing each other, masturbating. Judging by the look on his face, I thought he might come in his pants right then. I wanted to prolong my little game, so I decided to break the moment. I adjusted my skirt and was about to stand up when his napkin dropped to the floor and he leaned down to pick it up. Instinctively I closed my legs, but hesitated and then slowly spread my knees apart just as his head disappeared under the table. Feeling utterly whorish, I stuck out my tongue in a lewd gesture as I exhibited my glistening, naked cunt to my son. I dropped my right hand and slid my thumb under the top of the nylon on my right thigh. I grasp the silky hose and pulled it away from my leg as I fondled it teasingly. All boundaries of family decency were discarded as I reveled in the pleasure of exposing myself to him. He took his time fumbling around with his napkin, until he finally emerged with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Without speaking, I arose unsteadily and walked over to collect his plate. I put my left hand on his muscular shoulder as I bided my time picking crumbs up from the table and placing them on his plate. All the while, dangling my swinging boobs near his face. I knew that he was dying to see my nipples and I needed to find a way to let him without ripping my shirt off right then and there. I’m surprised that I didn’t, considering the events of the past half hour and the state of my arousal. “This top is too small for me isn’t it?” I remarked casually. “I need help with my outfit baby. Will you help mommy find another blouse to wear?”

He nodded as he gawked in disbelief at my request. I took his plate to the sink and started heading for my room. He sat motionless, so I stopped and turned to him. “Well come on honey, help me find something nice.” He sprang to his feet and followed me into my room. As he took a seat on my bed and grabbed his trusty pillow, I went into my closet which was directly in front of him, and started pushing clothes hangers back and forth. I found a sheer, black, button up blouse and held it up for him. When he nodded enthusiastically, I removed it from the hanger and laid it across the rack of clothing, then turned my back to him and pulled my sweater over my head and off. I stood and fluffed my hair for a minute to prolong the anticipation and then turned just enough, so that he would be able to just make out the side of my upturned breast as I grabbed the black top.

I slipped it on with my back to him and fastened a few buttons on the bottom, then turned to face him as I stepped forward to ask his opinion. The blouse was hanging open in front and just covered my nipples, but afforded him a generous view of the white fleshy inner slopes of my boobs and my tummy beneath. When he again nodded his approval, I took the opportunity to lean forward and pull up my stockings. I knew that he could see one of my nipples now for the first time and a shiver went down my spine from the thrill of it. I took a few more steps until I was right in front of him. “This damn garter.” I exclaimed as I leaned forward again and lifted my skirt to adjust the clasp. Now my left breast was dangling and fully exposed as I deliberately offered my straining nipple to his greedy stare. “Can you help me with this thing?” I said. “I just can’t get it to stay in place.”

I remained in my leaning position and held up my stocking as he reached in to reattach the clasp. My bare nipple hung just a few inches from his face now and I was so excited and horny that I began to tremble. Goose bumps rose on my arms and tits and my nipples grew even longer as he watched. As he played around my thigh, the pillow slipped from his lap and fell to the floor. His hard dick was situated down his right thigh and flexed out, long and thick against his loose pants. I almost gasp at the sight of it as I marveled at the visible ridge at the head. I felt that I might lose control any second and climb onto him, I was so conflicted. Finally the garter clasp was fastened and I pulled the front of my top together in a show of false modesty. I went to the mirror and turned from side to side as if checking my appearance. I could see him in the reflection, pressing down at the front of his pants as he watched me.

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My name is Eileen. I’m eighteen years old, and I live on a small family-owned dairy farm in central Arkansas. Several months back, I gave birth to a baby girl that I had carried for my favorite cousin, who is unable to have children of her own. Since then, my long, thin titties have swollen considerably, and although I try and use a breast pump to ease the pressure, they are still extremely uncomfortable most of the time. Last week, however, I discovered something new and wonderful to ease my discomfort!

We keep one of the cows in a different section of the barn to milk especially for the calves. It is part of my duties to milk her, and then dispense that milk to bottles for the young calves. Well, last Wednesday, I went out to milk Elsie as usual, and while I was watching the machine suck her giant teats, I suddenly felt the urge to place two of the three cups over the ends of my own milky titties.

Oh my god! The suction was absolutely incredible! I could actually feel the milk being forcefully pumped from my swollen titties. This was far better than my measly little breast pump; not only for speed, but the way it felt. It actually felt good. Really good. I wanted so much to take my clothes off and masturbate while my titties were being sucked, but I was afraid someone would walk in on me and catch me being so very naughty. My fears were well-founded too, for just a moment later, I heard the sound of the barn door opening.

I quickly pulled the cups off of my titties, which continued spraying on their own for a few more seconds, much to my horror. They finally stopped though, and I managed to pull my bra and shirt down just in time. It was my Uncle Jack, and it would have been a very awkward situation indeed, had he caught me milking my own titties instead of Elsie’s!

“Hey there, Eileen.” he greeted me cheerily. “Everything going okay?”

“Um, yes… just fine, Uncle Jack.” I managed to reply, hoping my nipples weren’t leaking through my bra. Even if they were, I still had a legitimate excuse, since I was lactating and all. It happens from time to time, so most people accept it.

“Good!” he exclaimed. “I was just looking for the Bag Balm. Have you seen it?”

“Yes, it’s in the storage area over near the medical supplies.” I answered. “It should be on the middle shelf.”

“Oh okay, great. Thank you.”

“Sure thing.” I replied, as I prepared to divvy the milk up for the calves’ feeding bottles.

Just then, it hit me. Part of that milk was my very own breast milk! What a thrill it would be to add my own mother’s milk to the general supply that we shipped out for public consumption! Imagine people drinking my breast milk and not even knowing it. It would only be a minuscule amount, but the thought of thousands of people drinking cow’s milk that contained a few ounces of my own milk was a huge turn-on for me. I was very aroused at all of these naughty thoughts, and I had to find a way to cum! Just then, Uncle Jack returned with the square metal container of Bag Balm.

“Thanks Eileen.” he said with a smile. “It was right where you said it was. I don’t know what we’d do without you keeping up with everything.”

“Not a problem.” I responded. “I’m finished up here, so I’m going to go for a walk. I’ll be back in time for lunch though.”

“You feeling okay?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s just such a nice day. I think a walk would do me good.”

With that, I exited the barn and headed across the pasture. My destination was the 370 acres of forest on the other side of the 23 acre field, where I planned to remove all of my clothes and walk around nude for a while, before masturbating myself istanbul escort into a frenzy of milk and cum. I entered the woods and walked a little way, before glancing around and listening for anyone else. I was completely alone, so I removed my shirt and bra, and hung them over a nearby branch while I removed the rest of my clothes, including my sneakers and socks. Once I was undressed and completely nude, I gathered my clothes up and began to wander through the quiet forest, savoring my nudity and growing hornier by the minute.

After ten minutes or so, I entered a small glade and set my clothes down. I began squeezing my titties and pulling on my nipples. Soon, milk began spraying from my engorged nipples, falling to the ground and landing on some dead leaves with a rain-like sound.

I pushed one of my milky titties to my mouth, and my greedy lips sealed around my nipple. I began sucking earnestly, tasting my own sweet, creamy breast milk for the very first time. I don’t know why I had never tried it before, but it was wonderful! It tasted so good, plus it felt good too; sucking my own tit like that. It wasn’t nearly as good as the milking machine though! I sucked my titty dry and latched onto the other nipple, repeating the process. Both of my titties were now empty and I had seemed to have spoiled my appetite for lunch, with my belly full of my own breast milk.

I had initially thought this would be a nice place to masturbate myself to a wonderful orgasm, but I suddenly got the urge to run around nude. What could be better than running through the forest devoid of any clothing and then masturbate? The thought got me giddy, and I began to jog into the forest, cavorting about and leaping into the air like a silly little girl, and giggling like one too, the entire time. All at once, I found myself at the edge of a stream.

As I gazed around, I realized I had never been to this place before. I must have wandered deeper into the tract of timber than I had ever ventured before. The stream was slow-moving and tranquil, yet deep. It looked like it was over my head, so I decided to go for a nude swim. I slipped into the cool, quiet water and began doggy paddling around. The water felt nice as it slid over my nude body and I was getting really hot once again. This time I succumbed to the urge to masturbate, and I began playing with myself feverishly under the water.

Oh God, it felt so good! I clambered onto the edge of the stream, and sat down with my legs widely spread. My fingers rubbed circles over my clit with one hand, while I inserted several fingers into my still-loose post pregnancy cunt with the other, pushing them deep inside my love canal. There was no one around, so I didn’t even bother to be quiet, as I savored the wonderful sensation that was building deep inside of my loins. Moans of pleasure drifted through the forest as my orgasm crested, squirting violently and showering my hand, before landing on the quiet water with a gentle tinkling sound.

It was by far, the most pleasurable orgasm I had ever had. Not the most intense, but definitely the best as far as the overall experience was concerned. There was no doubt that this was my new place for “me time,” and I decided that I would return as often as possible; as long as I could find it again that is. I slipped back into the cool water to rinse off and it felt wonderful. How lucky I was to live in the country, on a 500+ acre farm that had been in the family for five generations. Now that I had discovered this special place, it was mine to indulge in sexually.

I exited the stream and headed avcılar escort back into the woods, feeling absolutely carefree as I wandered through the quiet solitude of the forest totally nude. After a while, it began to dawn on me that I wasn’t exactly certain where I had left my clothes. I was lost! Worse, I was fully nude! After what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to thirty minutes, I eventually stumbled upon the small glade where my clothes were laying.

I stared wistfully at my clothes, not wanting to put them back on, but I knew I must. It didn’t have to stop me from having another orgasm before I donned them again, though, and it sure didn’t! This time, I enjoyed walking around nude while I played with myself. It wasn’t long before I felt another wonderful orgasm bursting loose. My legs buckled and I dropped to my knees, as I sighed blissfully. I could hear my cum dripping onto the leaves beneath me, and I smiled.

I re-dressed and headed home. I was late for lunch, but I blamed it on getting turned around in the woods. Uncle Jack suggested I take a compass the next time I ventured into the large tract of forest and I agreed. Little did he know I really needed it not to keep from getting lost, but to find my special swimming hole and cum spot.

That night, I couldn’t seem to go to sleep. I kept thinking about pumping my titties with Elsie’s milking machine, and walking through the forest without any clothes on. Once again, I became aroused. I decided to go for a walk and find a nice place to masturbate outside. I really had taken a shine to doing that, and as long as the weather was warm, I saw no reason to stop in the foreseeable future.

I found myself behind the barn and pulled my nightgown off, leaving me fully nude once again in the great outdoors. It wasn’t as remote as the swimming hole, but it was just as exciting. Maybe even more so, as my entire family was only a few hundred feet away. It was then that it dawned on me that no one would accidentally stumble across me at this time of night if I used Elsie’s milking machine to pump my titties. Even better, I could do it in the nude and masturbate at the same time!

I entered the barn and fumbled through the darkness until I found the storage room where the machine was kept when not in use. I closed the door and turned the light on; my nudity now masked by the closed door.

There it was! That wonderful and heavenly machine was just sitting there, almost beckoning me to strap it on and hit the switch. I plugged it in, and tossed my nightie over a saddle. I sat on the floor with my back to the wall, turned it on, and placed the cups over my swollen titties for the second time in a day. Just as before, the suction was absolutely incredible. I sighed blissfully, as I let the powerful suction milk my titties for me.

I reached down between my legs and began to masturbate, as the machine continued pumping my titties. It felt so good! Very soon, I felt the stirrings of an impending orgasm but I did not climax right away. Instead, it continued to build and build, eventually erupting into the longest, most drawn-out orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life. It seemed to last forever! Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure coursed through my body, as I experienced no less than five orgasms in as many minutes! Then, I felt something I had never felt before. It started out like all the others, but this one did not quit. Instead, it continued for several minutes. By the time I finally climaxed, I was writhing around on the floor in pure ecstasy. The feeling gradually diminished, and I pulled the cups from my şirinevler escort now-empty and very-deflated titties.

I reached over and switched the machine off, and sat back to collect my wits as I slowly recovered from the best thing I had ever experienced in my life. Only then then did I suddenly realize I wasn’t alone! Standing there also naked and stroking his cock, was Uncle Jack!

I gasped in fear and embarrassment and looked for my nightgown, but it was gone. I was sitting there completely nude in front of my uncle, and he had seen the whole thing. In all likelihood, he had also taken my nightgown; pervert. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as my head swam in pure panic.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” he said quietly. “It’s a natural thing to experiment with new things that make you feel good. Trust me, I know how good that machine can make you feel.”

“R-really?” I stammered, as I stood up and faced him. “How can it work on you?”

Uncle Jack smiled, and looked at my unclothed body for a few seconds before replying. He was openly jerking off in front of me now, and I wondered if he was going to shoot off in front of me as he ogled my young, nude body.

“It fits over my cock nicely.” he replied as he let go of his dick and walked toward the machine. “Turn it back on and I’ll show you.”

“Okay.” I responded without even thinking.

I switched it back on and it made a loud sucking noise. Uncle Jack placed the long, padded cup over the end of his dick and the suction pulled it tight. He leaned forward and placed his hands against the wall so that his dick was pointing downward. As the machine paused every few seconds to release, the cup slid down. As the suction resumed, it slid back up.

“Mmm…” he sighed, as he looked at me and smiled. “It feels just like a blow job, only ten times better.”

I watched in silent fascination, as my uncle let the milking machine suck his cock like a well-trained mechanical mouth.

“Get up on the table, on your hands and knees and face me please.” Uncle Jack requested. “I want to see your soft, saggy, deflated tits hanging down while I cum. Is that okay?”

I nodded and climbed up on the table, facing him as the machine continued sucking his cock.

“Mmm…” he sighed. “This feels so good! Oh yeah… oh yeah. Oh shit, I’m going to cum, Eileen! Oh shit, it feels so fucking good! Oh Eileen!”

He stared at my empty, dangling titties and groaned loudly, as he ejaculated into the cup. I could see his milky semen traveling through the clear hose as it was sucked into the canister along with my breast milk. His dick began to soften, and the cup slipped loose. Uncle Jack exhaled loudly and smiled at me.

“That was nice.” he whispered. “Oh, it feels so good to cum in that thing.”

He turned the machine off and approached me. I was a little uncertain of what he was going to do next, but I didn’t protest when he reached out and cupped my dangling titties in his hands and squeezed them firmly.

“Those are nice, Eileen.” he complimented me. “So soft and saggy. I love them.”

“Thank you.” I responded somewhat shyly.

“So as you can see, I use that machine to feel good myself. I’ve been slipping out here every night for the past fifteen years to get a free BJ. No one’s any the wiser, either, except now for you.”

“I won’t tell.” I promised.

“Nor I on you.” he replied. “The problem is that we both want to use it now. The nice thing is that it has three hoses, so we can share the experience next time, if you’d like.”

I nodded in reply.

“That would be nice. There’s only one thing though. There’s cum in the milk. We should clean it out.”

“Why?” Uncle Jack inquired. “You weren’t going to, were you?”

“N-no.” I stammered, “but I was just adding milk.”

“And I,” my dear Uncle Jack replied, “was just adding some protein to the little calves’ diet. How do think our cows have grown up so fit and healthy all of these years?”

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The train halted at Kalyani station and a girl in her mid 20’s stepped down from the train. She was tall, slim, and fair with thick black hair touching her back. She was in a red polka dotted top, blue jeans and brown sunglasses on her face. She was holding a handbag in her left hand and a trolley bag in the other. In short, she was looking incredibly beautiful and sexy.

Her name is Anindita, but her friends call her Annie. She lives with her parents in Kolkata and she visits her grandparents every six months after the end of her semester exam. Her exam is over, so she has come to Kalyani to visit her grandparents.

Annie came to the taxi stand near the station and hired a taxi. She called her parents and informed them that she had arrived without any difficulties. After about 20 minutes, she reached her destination, her grandparents’ house. She pressed the doorbell and a guy opened the door. It was her cousin, Ayush.

Ayush is 18 years old, studying zoology in college. He is a nice, polite guy. Having no friends near his grandparents’ home (but many in college), he always stays in his room with cell phone and laptop.

“Annie didi (sister), Come inside!” he exclaimed in joy.

“Mom, come and see who is here!” he added.

Annie stepped in the house taking all her belongings. Her aunt and grandparents came to see who had actually arrived. They were glad to see Annie and asked her if she was well. She answered with a yes. They asked about her mom and dad and she told them that they were all fine.

“Where is uncle?” Annie asked looking at her aunt.

“Your uncle is out of town for work and he’ll be back after a week,” Her aunt answered.

Annie put her bags in her room and took her dresses out. She locked the door and changed into her ordinary clothes. She put on blue top and off-white shorts. Then she unlocked the door and headed to the washroom to freshen up. She was in her room combing her hair when Ayush entered.

“Didi, lunch is ready, come have it,” He said.

“Ok, I am coming,” she said looking at him.

As he left the room, she realised that he had been acting very uncomfortable. He didn’t even look at her while speaking.

“Is he uncomfortable because of my clothing? But I have put this type of clothes on whenever I come here and I have never found him like this!” she thought.

Anyway, when she reached the dining room, everybody was waiting for her. She sat down and started eating. After the lunch was over, Annie, Ayush and their grandparents sat on a sofa and started chitchatting.

“It’s 5 o’clock – I have a tuition class, so have to go,” Suddenly Ayush said interrupting them.

He went to his room, took his books and left. They continued their conversations and her aunt also joined them after some minutes. Startling her, Annie’s cell-phone rang. It was Natasha calling.

“Did you check your email?” Natasha asked.

“No. Why?”

“Do it now. Johnny has sent an invitation for his birthday party to everybody in our department. You know he is from a rich family and always thinks differently!”

“Ok then… I’ll check it out,” she said and hung up the call.

“Is everything ok?” her aunt asked.

“Yea, actually one of my friends sent an invitation to my email, but I forgot my laptop at home…”

“It’s ok. You can use Ayush’s laptop. Wait…” she said and headed to Ayush’s room and returned with his laptop.

“Take it,” She said while giving it to Annie.

Annie took the laptop and went to her room. She sat on the bed, checked her mail and then signed out from her account. Then she started checking out files in the laptop. anadolu yakası escort She found some naked pictures of girls and some porn videos.

“Ayush is already 18 years old, so obviously he is interested in these things.” She thought and smiled in her mind.

There were several nude pictures of girls, some of them were naked group pictures and some girls were naked in public! She checked the porn files too. There were mainly masturbation videos of girls but there were incest sex videos, group sex videos and more.

She was turned on so much. She could feel the moisture between her legs. Her panties were already wet. Annie turned off the laptop promptly and came out of her room with it. She gave the laptop to her aunt, who returned it to Ayush’s room. Annie was now horny and needed to finger herself. She rushed to the washroom and took her clothes off. She sat on the edge of the bathtub with her legs apart and started rubbing her smooth shaved pussy vigorously. Within a very short time it started dripping juices. She pushed her two fingers in and out. The squish… squish… squish sounds were so loud that she had to decrease the speed of her self-fucking! Her nipples were rock hard. When she was going to explode, she stopped masturbating. She didn’t want to make the floor wet with her juices. She would return home after some days and then she would masturbate in her own house. She rubbed her wet fingers on the mound of her pussy and then put the fingers into her mouth. Mmmmm… It was so tasty!

“Annie…? Are you ok? You have been in the washroom for so long!’ her aunt asked with a worried voice.

“Yea I’m fine,” She answered and started to clean her pussy with water.

She put on her clothes and came out of the washroom. Her aunt was still standing in front of the bathroom door.

“Is everything ok? You can tell me if anything is wrong,” She said again putting her right hand on Annie’s shoulder.

“No aunty, everything is ok. Please don’t worry!” she assured her and went to her room.

She was still wearing the wet panties. She locked the door and changed her panties then rejoined her family. Thus she spent her day. At night after having dinner, she went to her room and locked the door. She took her clothes off and hung them on the hanger. She always slept nude in her house. She lied on the bed and after sometime fell asleep. Her eyes opened with a sound of knocking on the door.

“Who is it?” she thought.

She jumped out of her bed and put her clothes on. She opened the bedroom door and found her aunt standing there. She was dressed like she was going somewhere.

She said, “Annie, I’ve got a call some minutes ago. My mother is not well, so my brother told me to visit as soon as I could. I’m leaving right now and will be back tonight.”

“Does everybody know about it?” she asked.

“Yea, I already told them,” she replied while rushing to leave the house.

Annie closed the door after her as she left. She went back to her room planning to go back to bed. She looked at her cell-phone; it was 05:30 in the morning. Annie stood in front of the mirror and looked at her completely bare body; her 34C boobs and shaved pussy. But her pussy was looking a little bit hairy. She took a hair removal cream out of her bag and went to the washroom. She sat on the edge of the tub and used the cream to remove her pubic hair. After she was done, her pussy was looking soft and fairer than before. She returned to her bed and fell asleep. At about 07:30am, she woke up, got on her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Annie ataşehir escort beti, breakfast is ready,” her grandmother said when she came out of the bathroom.

“Ok, I’m coming,” she said.

She put on a deep blue sleeveless t-shirt and pink shorts and went to the kitchen to have her breakfast.

As they were having their breakfast, her grandmother said looking at her, “Your grandfather, Ayush, and I are going to the temple. Would you like to come with us?”

“No granny, you go.” Annie replied.

“Please Annie didi, come on!” Suddenly Ayush requested.

“No Ayush. Look it’s so hot out there,” she said with a smile.

As they left for the temple, Annie locked the main door and rushed to Ayush’s room and turned on his laptop. She opened the history section of the browser – Ayush had visited a lot of adult sites. He had also searched for nudist lifestyles. Then she opened the folder where he had stored all his downloaded porn videos. Annie took her clothes off and began one of the porn videos. She laid her back against a pillow and spread her legs apart. It was an incest sex video. As the guy in the video started pounding the girl, Annie became turned on so much. She slowly put her middle finger and ring finger onto her clit to feel wetness. Mmmm…Aaaaahhh…Mmm…She was moaning while pressing her boobs with her right hand. Annie took her fingers out of her pussy and licked them. Mmmmmm…Tasty juices! She entered the fingers again and started fingering herself.

Suddenly she felt an electric current just passed through her body. She found Ayush standing at the door. And she was still in Ayush’s bed butt naked. Her clothes were on the floor here and there, her fingers were still in her pussy and the couple in the video were still fucking. She froze like a statue. Her face turned pale with fear as well as embarrassment. She jumped out of the bed and started collecting her clothes from the floor.

Suddenly Ayush said, “Annie didi, you don’t have to worry about it. I won’t say anything to anyone.”

Annie raised her face to him and asked, “What did you say?”

“You don’t have to worry, I won’t say anything to anyone,” Ayush repeated.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

He nodded to show his conformity. He told her to put her on her clothes back. She put them on promptly. The video was still playing on the laptop. Ayush cautiously moved to it and turned it off.

“Annie didi, come here and sit,” he said looking at her.

She came and sat on the bed next to him.

“You know, I don’t have any problem about nudity. I have searched on the internet about nudism and some other stuff related to it and found it normal. Don’t worry! I know that girls like to masturbate when they are alone. Even I masturbate.” He said smiling naughtily.

Both of their faces turned red like tomatoes.

“I have a question,” she said.

“Question about what?”

“I locked the door properly when all of you left. How did you enter?”

“Hahaha… the lock doesn’t work properly. We use the hanging chain to lock it. I forgot my phone, so I returned home to take it. And the rest is history!” he said and laughed loudly.

She was embarrassed again.

“Annie didi, I have never properly seen a girl nude. I didn’t see you. Will you show me… please!” he requested.

“But…?” she said hesitatingly.

“Please Annie didi, I already caught you and just want to see you properly. It’s just a request. Please only once!” he insisted.

“Ok…ok,” she agreed and took her clothes off.

She removed all her clothes and stood completely naked in ümraniye escort front of him. She forgot that he was her cousin brother. She was red with embarrassment. She never expected that her cousin would ever say what he did next.

“Oh my god, you are so beautiful! You have nice boobs and cleanly shaved pussy! Sorry if I offend you,” he praised her looking at her naked body.

She did not say anything, not that she could. Suddenly she saw a bulge in Ayush’s pants.

“What’s that?” Annie said pointing her finger towards his pants.

He looked down and turned red with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You know that girls masturbate. Similarly, I know that boys get boners when they are horny.” She chuckled.

“Can I touch them?” he asked, indicating her boobs.

“No way, Ayush, you can’t!” she giggled.

“Please Annie didi! I am unable to put my hands down. I just want to feel the softy things.” He requested.

She thought of something for a moment and said, “Ok, you can but I have a condition. You will take your pants down first and will show me yours.”

He hesitated for some seconds but at last agreed. He took his clothes off and got naked. Now both of them were completely naked. Annie became wetter seeing her cousin brother naked with his big erected cock.

“Now, can I touch?” he asked.

She nodded. He touched her soft boobs.

“It’s so soft!” he said in wonderment.

Then he took her hands down to her pussy and felt the softness of her cleanly shaved pussy. He slowly rubbed with his right hand. Mmmmm… She moaned.

Suddenly she sat on her knees and licked the tip of his dick with her tongue.

“What are you doing didi?” Ayush asked with astonishment.

“Just keep your mouth shut and let me do my job!” she answered looking at him naughtily.

Annie took his cock in her mouth and started licking it like a lollipop. She never sucked a dick before. It was warm and sticky. She was so wet and now her pussy started to drip her juices.

She stood up and said with a pathetic voice, “I want you in me. Will you not satisfy your cousin sister with your toy?”

“Are you begging for a fuck?” he asked.

She did not answer and lay on the bed spreading her legs apart. Now he was able to see every part of her pussy. He slowly came to her and started licking her juices with his tongue. He ran his tongue into her pussy and started fucking her with it. Then he came over her and gently pushed his hard throbbing dick into her slit.

“Mmmmmmm…Aaaaaahhhh…hhhhhh…mmmmmmmmmm…” she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yea, I’m absolutely fine. Don’t stop, keep fucking me Ayush!” she answered in an unconscious manner.

Ayush took his cock out and pushed it again into her. He doubled his speed of fucking. The squish, squish, squish sounds made the atmosphere hornier than ever. He was fucking her furiously.

After sometimes, he said, “Annie didi, I’ll explode soon.”

“Ok then, take it out and come close to my boobs,” she said.

He took her dick out of her pussy and came to her boobs.

“Now put your cock between my boobs.” She instructed him.

Annie kept her boobs close together and Ayush put his dick between them and started rubbing it. Suddenly he shot a big load of cum. His thick white cum covered her boobs, chin and her face. It was warm and sticky. She collected his cum with her finger from her face and put it into her mouth to feel the taste. Mmmmmm… It was as tasty as her juices. Both of them smiled looking at each other. They never had an experience like this before. They did have an incest fuck accidentally.

“I have to go to grandpa and grandma,” Ayush said while getting his clothes back on.

They smiled at each other again and he left. Annie was still naked covered with her cousin brother’s cum. She took her clothes and walked towards the bathroom to take a bath.

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