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Chapter 1

Widower, Doug Childs (66), rolled off the 32-year old neat-looking blonde, his latest girlfriend with blue eyes, attractively slim around the waist and possessing great shaped ones, ah two actually. He began towelling anything wet or damp within reach including his brow.

“Doug, why do you want it so often?”

“Because, baby. we’re under COVID-19 semi lockdown and there’s little else to do.”

“Asking you to come and live with me resulted, as planned, in generating that welcomed outcome for me of exploring the extent of your sexual potential. The Government was appealing to all people to be especially kind to everyone during this virus-spreading emergency. I was out walking for exercise and noticed you on the doorstep of your rented ground-floor tiny apartment, crying.”

“Adele, you were in deep crap. You said you were out of work and worried that you couldn’t pay your rent due in a couple of days and that your family home was far away in Northland. You’d appealed to your landlord, who you now describe as a heartless bitch, to be kind.”

“You said she grunted if you didn’t meet the rent payment, then you must fuck off or she’d call in a couple of heavies to reorganise the placement of some of your bones.”

“Yes, Doug and that was me in a real bind. I’ll never forget that polite inquiry from you asking was I okay as I had been thinking over and over that my life was nearing its end. I told you that.”

“When you said, ‘Honey, may I make a suggestion?’ I knew that I was at least being thrown a bone.”

“Yeah, right, and I’m sorry that my offer was not quite one hundred percent philanthropical. I had been thinking of taking you to the State welfare centre that deals with the homeless and urged you to explain to staff the reason for your predicament.”

“Adele, you were at the edge of the pits. You were fairly new to Auckland and had been working as a callgirl. Your supply of paying customers with the announcement of a national lockdown of most things bar essential services for a minimum of four weeks meant that your supply of men dried up overnight as they were locked in with their wife, or boyfriend or mother during the emergency of spreading the life-threatening virus.”

“Yeah, right. And I gratefully received your offer of free accommodation, free tucker and free run of the house with two conditions, namely, that I join you to spend every day in your apartment nude, and that I’d be available for nookie whenever you slapped my bare arse.”

“Yeah, great deal eh? You had a roof over your head, good tucker with wine for lunch and dinner, and in return you only had to do want you were born to do on leaving high school.”

“Did any of this surprise you?”

“Yeah, Doug. Initially, I was surprised that you stopped to talk to me as you weren’t one of my regulars and, at your age and era, the word pussy would only mean cat to you. And then you weren’t at all shocked when I confessed, I was a hooker and you laughed and said fair go Adele, that you weren’t gobsmacked because you were used to my kind, having served in the Navy for years.”

“Then you told me without embarrassment, whenever your late wife was having a period, you’d used to visit her mother, knowing she’d turned to prostitution after her husband ran off with his best cobber, stripping her of all marital assets that he could lay his hands on including cleaning out their joint bank accounts.”

“I thought yeah, Doug, a mutually good proposal. I could be most useful to breaking the monotony for both of us living under lockdown providing elderly you could summon sufficient energy to indulge in a bit of ‘slap and tickle’ occasionally.”

Doug grinned. “I knew I had pussy waiting for me on a plate but I worried you being young and ultra-experienced could leave me feeling helpless and unable to get an erection. But then I discovered all was well.”

Adele bursa escort said, “Oh yeah, you horny old tom cat. Within fifteen minutes of arriving in your lovely apartment, I was stretched out on the living room carpet with you over me, bringing me to my third release of the session, with more sessions coming before midnight.”

“Adele, have you enjoyed the quality of sex you are getting here?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve never been fucked so much and so often by one bloke in the time since I gave my virginity away when I was eighteen. Sex with you is like engaging with groupies, not just occasionally, but every day.”

“Therefore, you don’t want me to pull out.”

“What, when we are doing it?”

“No, to stop doing it?”

“Oh no, please don’t. I, err, need the exercise. But I’d appreciate you cutting back to say, once or twice every second hour.”

“Aw, don’t you like me?”

“That’s nowhere close to being true, Doug. In fact, if you weren’t such an old fart, I’d plead with you to marry me and remain with me for the rest of my life.”

“Or mine?”

“Or yours, Doug.”

“Are you aware that you’ve gained other benefits since your arrival here?”

“Indeed, I have, many from the frivolous ones to things important such as living a healthier life.”

“Great, then list the ones you believe are tops for you.”

“Okay, here’s the top ten in no order of merit that I’ll write up on the whiteboard on the door of the refrigerator:

You have diminished my habit of using bad language.

Thanks to you, I now speak with more refinement than when we first met. I believe I no longer look like the dishevelled – my, that was a biggie of the new words you added to my vocab – slut that I was, when you found me.

My TV viewing now includes, as of choice, some of the arts programmes, women’s sport, the news and self-care including tips on choosing clothes and even underwear.

Sleeping in the nude, is not to give you a bare bum to swat, but rather for my own comfort after wearing a bustier, stockings, tight bra as a call girl and easing away from my previously preferred physically eventual harm of my business choice of wearing really high heels when the lockdown ends.

Those last two listings contribute to my self-care and feeling of self-worth like nothing else ever has, thanks to your influence.

And insofar as what to wear at home when the lockdown is lifted to go about normal life again, the impossible has occurred. I believe I’ll walk around all day when not on call-outs of going shopping stark naked until the day comes when I note in the mirror that my tits, um breast have not far to go before the nipples are level with my navel. Come on, laugh Doug.

He obliged.

For the first time since I left high school feeling I was a loser, thanks to you I’ve stopped thinking that and have learnt the value of having a real friend, even one that’s twice my age.

Since having sex with you, again and again you have taught me some of the finer points to come from fucking and how to fuck with the feeling that my actions can have significant impact of my partner’s sensitivities, leaving him with the feeling he’s been partnered by a really caring person. I say, unbelievably, that has taken my own feelings and physical sensitivities to new heights. Awesome.

I’m now not a bad cook and have learned to do housekeeping competently and have become an enthusiast gym-user. In the first week using your home gym with you, the weights that I’d struggled to lift, had almost doubled in weight by the end of the second week. I felt so proud, and you made no secret that you were proud of me.

When the lockdown ends, I’ll attempt with determination to re-establish contact with my parents and much younger sister and the extended family. Initially, I was pissed off, um annoyed, when you bullied me about that and bursa escort bayan now, more change, I feel it’s the right thing to do. You won’t realize it Doug, but that’s huge change mentally for me.”

I’ll add one more reason should that really massive reason occur.

Doug asked massive, such as? He was told to keep watching that empty space. Possibly it may never be filled.

“Well, that was a very satisfying twenty minutes for us both, much like isolating for later perusal, influential markers that have occurred during our recent past,” Doug said.

Chapter 2

A few days after Adele and Doug had seriously reviewed their time together, the Government announced slight easing of lockdown regulations nation-wide, allowing builders, building tradespeople, businesses and shops and restaurants with provision for accepting on-line orders for delivery and allowing specified workers to return to their jobs where available providing minimum ‘social distancing’ rules were observed. More liberal restrictions were expected to be follow two weeks later.

Doug and Adele were watching a presenter on TV explain in some detail which businesses and employees were most likely to be freed to return to work or re-open their businesses to resume their services in that second wave of easing restrictions.

“It would appear that I’ll get calls again by men wanting me by their side as they’ll work out that I can legitimately respond to their call under the relaxed provisions allowing home helpers to get back on the job providing it’s of social importance.”

Doug’s face turned white and then changed into angry red and he yelled, “Absolutely no way, Adele. Slowly I have transformed you from hooker into the framework necessary to develop into an honourable woman. I don’t want you being fucked by anyone but me.”

“I hear you Doug. Please calm down and remember, a girl has to get out of the house and work hard for success to gain a satisfying life.”

“I thought females gained that by having two or three kids?”

“That’s not the goal of many women of my generation Doug, although many may have the thought to fit in child-rearing along the way should desire change into that direction.”

“Anyway, what’s this reference to ‘honourable woman’? You are aware of my past and I have seized the chance as a result of your support to take advantage of it right to the hilt. That doesn’t necessary mean becoming virtuous and high-principled. If you are trying to say that those terms apply to me, Doug, then you are in need of a brain scan.”

“Don’t be so fast to chop me down, young lady, before you fully understand what I’m on about. But first, read that list again on the kitchen whiteboard to refresh your memory of the points you recognised that I have been instrumental in influencing change in your life.”

“Secondly, other meanings for honourable include ‘On the up-and-up’ and ‘of good repute’.”

“Adele you are now amid the well-founded personal framework to gradually display slowly increasing evidence that you are a young woman of good repute. But for that process to begin, you must accept that your days of actively engaging in any form of prostitution belong to you past absolutely.”

Adele nodded thoughtfully.

“For that to happen Doug Childs, you’ll need to keep me on living with you, err freely and without restraints. For that to happen, I’ll need a ring on my finger and a big reduction in carnal assault, replaced with a frequent engagement in loving sexual relations.”

Doug sighed and said well, usually such demanding requests came at a price, and he should remember he was sixty-six rather than a horny twenty-something chap nursing a constant erection.

“I’m going to walk 10 circuits of the house while I think about your request.”

“Okay Doug, and I’ll lie here thinking about all of the bucks I earned in theory escort bursa just for lying on my back and jerking my arse and fluttering my eye lashes with sighs of encouragement.”

Doug returned from the same way he’d left through the back door, and went to the fridge to grab a beer as it had gone 10.30, his earliest start time for the day for alcohol. He began thinking what to serve for lunch.

He glanced at the whiteboard and noticed the space No. 11 had been filled in.

What the fuck?

He read the entry: ‘My greatest moment in living with Doug has arrived. He wants to become engaged to me YES! and turn me into a lady YES.”

Smiling happily, instead of drinking his beer, Doug grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine, two glasses and entered the living room where he found Adele asleep and no sign that she’d fallen into that mode while masturbating.

He grinned, thinking perhaps she was attempting to think that masturbation was something the upper class never engaged in.

Using his cell phone, he made his selection on the music system and Beethoven’s 5th began filling the room as he sat facing his protégé.

She moaned. “What the f… Oh, goodness, whatever is this” while blinking to focus on Doug.

“Sparkling wine to celebrate our decision to become engaged soon.”

“Soon?”

“Well it’s something we need to discuss. Being engaged will envelop you and indeed us in a greater sense of propriety than had we just continued on living in sin unfettered.”

“I don’t understand. Don’t you want sex before lunch?”

“I thought we could begin the foreplay twenty minutes after eating, much like all married couples do.”

“Why do they wait so long and indulge in such traditional behaviour?”

“They think it’s the right thing to do.”

“Oh, but I’m warning if I have to wait until twenty minutes after lunch, I’ll be so horny Douglas that I’ll be difficult to handle.”

He licked his lips said perhaps that was the secret reason being the twenty-minute countdown after eating a meal.

“In that case, let’s adopt that custom.”

Holding up her left hand and eyeing the base of her fourth finger, Adele asked, “Why the wait before we announce our engagement?

“I thought we should wait for the lockdown to lift as that would allow us to invite a large number of guests her to join us to celebrate. We’d be free to invited relatives and friends on both sides to meet us for the first time to introduce our better half.”

“What if people ask me do you intend to marry, when we both know that engagement is the only offer on the table at present.”

“Easy, just reply we’ve decided on a longer engagement in case the virus returns bringing fear and forcing another big disruption to our lives again.”

“Oh, brilliant thinking, darling. Um, my family is widely dispersed and my only friends were my clients.”

“Well, invited your clients and their partners to even things up. By including partners, it wouldn’t occur to those women that until recently their partner used to fuck you.”

“Oh, brilliant and I could have fun attempting to work out why their male partners two-timed them.”

“Y-e-s,” Doug said slowly.

“Catching the doubt in his voice Adele, with smart-thinking, replied, “Oh, perhaps not. A lady would think of doing such a con… con…”

Doug chipped in, “Contemptible thing.”

Adele looked coyly and licking her top lip asked, “Have you thought about buying me an engagement present?”

“Yes, I’ll give you an expensive car to show my commitment to you and perhaps to change the minds of any doubters thinking that perhaps I thought an official engagement making you my fiancée was the only accepted way socially to have a regular supply of pussy at my side at home. Also, the thought of having such an attractive young lady at my side will encourage me to treat you warmly with niceness and spend heavily on you.”

“Oh darling, this is opening into true romance for you. I intend to develop into letting it all hang out in hot affection for you, too. But for now, come on, undress. Bugger convention.

The End

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Role Swapping Brothers

A male only adult character only erotic incest mini story.

Zayden moaned, his lower half hanging off his surfboard as his brother took his cock deep into his mouth. Being orcas, both him and Soren were well-versed in underwater pleasure and Soren could hold his breath longer than most, proving it time after time again in a blowjob contest between him and his brother that, oddly, he always seemed to win. Not that Zayden was about to complain at all, considering that it was him that got the blowjobs repeatedly, just so Soren could prove himself every time they were out on the surfboards.

The anthro orcas may have been brothers but that didn’t stop their lust from soaring, flowing like the ocean but never ebbing like the tide, the waves gentle that day, not the best for surfing. But it was the best for some private time between the two of them, puffing and expelling jets of water from their blowholes where, in going underwater, they filled up to a point, though never pouring into their lungs. It was on feature from their feral ancestors that had lingered well with them, the two boasting legs but also a strong tail with their typically distinct orca patterning.

Yet bursa escort Soren was less engaged with admiring the beauty of the day as he sucked his bro’s cock deep, tail flicking, acting as a balancing point even under the surface of the water. No one knew about the illicit relationship between him and his brother and Soren wanted to keep it that way, regardless of how often he was pushed to riskier and riskier endeavours. He was sure that, despite everything, they were going to get caught one day and who could tell just what would happen from that point on?

But he got his treat then as his lungs burned, aching for breath, sucking his brother’s cock as if it was the last blowjob he would ever give, hands curled around Zayden’s strong but smooth thighs, rounded out with muscle. A thick dose of whale-cream poured into his mouth and Soren gulped it all down, too greedy to let a single drop go to waste as his sides heaved, needing breath that he was not yet willing to take. Zayden kicked, urging him up, though it was only begrudgingly that Soren allowed the bare dome of his slick skull to break the surface again in a spray of foam and crystalline droplets.

“Damn it, Zay,” he coughed, shaking his head as a jet of water blew from his blowhole. “You always get me up too soon.”

Lazily, Zayden winked, rolling over onto his back, legs kicked up on his board while his tail hung off. Without thinking, Soren hugged it to his chest, fingers tenderly running down it. Zayden shivered.

“Only cause you can’t bursa escort bayan forget yourself too here, bro.”

Ah, things went both ways for them, neither party fully dominant or submissive, and Zayden grinned as he tugged Soren down with him, attached to their respective boards but both below the surface in an underwater world that was just there for the two of them. Twisting and flowing around one another, they sorted it out between themselves as Zayden bucked and demanded that his hole was filled, his tail guiding in a still-hard length of meat right up where it belonged. It didn’t take Soren long to harden up again, even though he’d already gotten off before he’d blown Zay, and he relished in the moment to really pound his brother, the tapered tip of his cock driving home and spreading him open. Their bodies were such and loose in the flow of the ocean that they didn’t need any lube at all, grunting and groaning in the fold of the seawater as they came together.

Zay twisted, tail pressed up against his brother’s chest, drifting lower, though they were not really sinking. His brother knew just what he liked, ramming in fast and hard, driving in as if it was the last fuck he’d ever have even though the two of them knew that that simply was not to be so. It just was the way it was for them, bodies hotly lustful, young orca studs in need of pleasure that only one who truly knew their bodies could deliver in such lustful doses. They needed it, needed it all, and Zay’s tight arse closing around Soren’s cock escort bursa was too much for a stud who was hankering after his own pleasure in that moment alone.

Under the water, the world was theirs to claim, pushing on their eardrums, the surface shot through with sparkling swathes of light, broken and dancing. Yet it was only their pleasure that mattered as Soren got an arm around his brother’s waist, holding him down on his cock even as he pumped Zay’s furiously with a closed hand. They could not pant, lungs straining from their physical exertion, but nothing was going to stop either of them from reaching that sweet high of completion as Soren’s shaft ached to spill a hot and heady load.

It didn’t matter who actually climaxed first but the first either of them knew about it as the urge to breathe grew as the minutes past, passion rising through, was that a flood of cum was bursting forth from Zay’s shaft, dissipating into the ocean, and another load was being dumped up under his tail. Each thrust of Soren’s cock forced more out around the length of him, a tight hole yielding to such pounding force, closer than ever in the arms of the ocean while they shared a thrill that no one could take from them.

And, sometimes, that was all it had to be as the ocean buoyed them up, lifting their bodies, allowing them to stay there, beneath the surface, just a little while longer. Tightening his arms around his brother, Soren grunted, his orca’s beak pressed into the back of Zayden’s neck, holding him close just for that moment of intimacy that would only ever come to be between the two of them.

Zayden shivered. Playing both sides of the coin with his brother was all he’d ever need.

Even if nobody else could ever know.

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Robie is 19 now, he’s a great grand-nephew, being my brother Bobby’s great grandson. Robie’s a college student in North Louisiana and is famous in our family circle for having a 9 inch erection and a very talented tongue.

So, I was pleasantly surprised when he showed up unexpectedly about 7PM yesterday evening. It was also nice to watch him undress to share our nudist home and to sneakily note that he was still a “big boy”. You’ll soon understand even better.

He had wanted to be here for the Father’s Day celebration for Bobby, but he has a job that is necessary for his college budget, so his surprise visit included a gift for his Grandpa Bobby. We had some leftovers from supper and Robie hadn’t eaten so I popped some cookies in the oven and heated the leftovers for a supper for him.

Robie’s a good conversationalist so as we ate we talked about his studies, (he will be an electronics engineer), about his parents Robert and Angelina, both teaching, and about his sister Angie who shares an apartment with him sine they go to the same college. He told us about getting his car worked over at the Occupational Training School in Monroe and how he was making a few dollars now and then posing for a gay photographer there. Then he told us how Angie was on her period and didn’t like to fuck during that time so he really needed to.

You know me, I don’t have to be asked twice, so I led him to the daybed in the sunporch and had him lie down so I could bend over and suck him up hard. Well, that didn’t take any time at all, he was half-hard when I started and a few swirls around his dick-head and across his frenulum and he was pulsing in my mouth. He wanted fucking so I climbed on top which is my favorite way. I like my tits played with and my butt too when I’m fucking a male.

I can’t take all of him with comfort, so I’ve learned to keep my butt a bit down on his thighs so I can control how deep he goes in bursa escort me. When I’d gotten about 6 inches in and starting scooting my booty back and forth, I knew he wouldn’t be long in cumming, his dick was laready swelling and really pulsing in me. So, I stopped my humping and began clenching and re-clenching my pussy so it was sort of milking his dick. O my soul that feels good to me too and I was throwing little mini-cums when I felt him start squirting in me, 5 or 6 squirts and A big one hit me…electric shocks radiating through my body that was quivering with each one and then that explosion of pleasure in my pussy, two times at least, maybe three.

I love young men, they have such a quick recovery time and Robie wanted to go again, so I got up to wipe myself and when I looked back he was already half-hard again. Bobby had watched our first one and he walked over and started stroking Robie and Robie took Bobby’s dick in his mouth sucking. I felt a little left out but leaned over and sucked Robies dick-head while Bobby stroked and as soon as he was up again I climbed on board and turned my head to pull Bobby’s dick in my mouth. This time I didn’t put Robie right in but scooted back and forth with his dick sliding through my slit and rubbing over my clitty hood, getting a bunch of mini-cums. But he wanted it in so in it went and o lordy did he ever fuck me, he was going so hard and fast I had to wrap a hand around his dick to keep him from going too deep. My pussy was popping again and again so that I was sort of just fucking and cumming and fucking and cumming and didn’t realize Bobby had cummed in my mouth until his dick popped out. Then Robie shot off again, he got real still and his dick swelled and I felt his cum spurt in me, that always gets me off so I had another pretty good cum. But this old woman had to rest, so I Just laid down on Robie’s chest and worked to get my breath back.

Getting up from that I sat while Bobby licked me clean and i licked Robie bursa escort bayan clean. Bobby, is so sweet, he suggested that he sleep in the guest room and Robie sleep with me in our bed, so that was agreed and I took a quick shower and went to sleep. Bobby and Robie sat up watching TV and talking, but when Robie came to bed it woke me up and I felt like I wanted him to lick me out. I asked him if he would and he just turned and started licking me sideways. I pushed on his side and he swung a round so he was lying between my legs and doing a much better job of

pleasuring my pussy. I like it when the tongue flattens and squirms all over my inner lips and even pokes in me a little, and it’s even better if it swishes across that spot between my pussy and my butt-hole. Robie is good, he licked and tongue-fucked me and sucked my clitty and even rimmed me a little bit and off I went like space rocket, grunting and humping and my pussy drooling all in his mouth as I cummed. That was it for me, I just faded away into sleep.

Bobby woke me this morning with a cup of coffee and a kiss. Robie was still sound asleep so we whispered our good mornings, I eased out of bed and we went to the kitchen. Bobby had put a can of grands biscuits on and set out some sausage patties, so I finished that up and cut up some fruits and made gravy while Bobby went out to feed our critters. When he came back in I asked him to wake Robie so pretty soon they came to the kitchen, Robie with bed-hair and sleepy eyes and his dick at half-mast. I’m telling you, it’s hard to keep from staring at it.

Well, we had a good breakfast. Robie told a couple of funny jokes, and then he said he’d have to leave soon to do som school work and be ready for his Sunday job but that he’d like to play some more before he left.

We all pitched in and cleared away the breakfast things and then went to the bedroom.

I felt like Bobby had been left out most of last night so I wanted to give him special escort bursa attention and I guess I sort of took charge. I asked them to sit beside each other on the bed and i knelt down and started sucking Bobby and stroking Robie.. I love having two dicks to play with so my pussy was getting hot and wet when Robie very firmly said he wanted to fuck me again, I suggested that Bobby get a turn so Robie accepted that and Bobby laid down and I got on him and was sucking Robie. I thought I was doing a good job, but after a few minutes Robie said he really wanted to fuck me.

So, I crawled off Bobby and they changed places and I crawled onto Robie. This time he went slow and steady. I like that it gives me time to really build up a lot of tension and when that releases, it’s just so much more powerful. I knew it was going to be a big one. My pussy was clamping and throbbing and mini-cums were going off and then Robie squirted, and when he did I just lost it. His cum was like fire and every spurt made me cum again. I let Bobby’s dick fall out of my mouth and I was pulling my tits and I don’t even know what those sounds were I was making. And it hit! It was like my whole body was cumming! I couldn’t do anything but let it happen. It rolled through me in wave after wave of absolute pleasure. I was trembling and gasping for air and my pussy was clamped hard on Robie’s dick but pussy cum was running through my buitt crack, and i felt like I was going to pass out, and I sort of did.

I came to feeling Bobby caressing my hair and Robie massaging my shoulders. Robie grinned at me and asked how I felt and I could think to say was, “I’ve been taken”. Robie laughed and started trying to get up ao I rolled off him and felt his dick slip out of me. Bobby helped me up and wiped my pussy for me and gave me a kiss and a hug.

Robie apologized but said he had to go, so we put together some snacks for him and a travel cup of coffee, he got dressed kissed us both, and went out the door waving goodbye. We watched him out of sight and Bobby put his arm around me and walked me to a recliner where I just plopped down. He asked me if I got enough and I told him I didn’t think I’d ever want to fuck again. He laughed, he knows better!

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All boys have a teacher they fantasized about during their teenage years. Mine was Ms. O. She was hot – long hair, nice breasts, and an ass that was just gorgeous. I sat in the front row during my sophomore year for her web design class. She always had my attention, whether she was facing me – though I only about half the time was I looking above the next – or she was turned around, writing on the board where I could watch her ass move. I didn’t do that well in her class, in part because my mind was otherwise distracted and not paying attention to the scholastic subject matter. The other reason was that I was deadly afraid of being called upon. As a horny teenage boy, I perpetually had an embarrassing “problem” that had me deathly afraid to stand up.

I joined the yearbook team my junior and senior years just because Ms. O was the staff person in charge. It allowed me some occasional one-on-one time with her. I know, she was an upstanding teacher and she’d never think of doing anything inappropriate with a student. And in high school I wasn’t exactly the most attractive boy. I was tall, about 6 foot, but only about 150 pounds – lanky, zit-faced, uncoordinated, and no experience with girls.

Fast forward a couple years. I matured, put on over 30 pounds, mostly of muscle, my complexion cleared up. And of course college women gave me some practical experience – not to mention confidence. While home on break from college, I was driving by my high school one day. It was after school hours, nobody left in the parking lot except for the familiar vehicle of Ms. O. I decided to stop in and say hello. She was at her desk, working on her computer. She was as captivating as ever. I stood in the doorway staring at her. The feelings, the lust, bursa escort came back to me rather quickly. I didn’t move until she finally looked up, puzzled.

” Ms. O.,” I said. She didn’t recognize me. “John. John Wilson.”

“Oh! Hi.” She said with a smile. “My, you’ve, uh, changed. College has been very good to you, I see.” She was looking me up, with a bigger smile. She just stared for a second – and I swear I saw a little lust in her eyes – before snapping herself out of it. “So, how have your studies been going?”

“Pretty good. I made the Dean’s list this past semester and expect to graduate with honors if I have a good next semester. You know, I owe a lot of my success to your class and your guidance,” I replied.

She walked over and started erasing the board. “John, if I recall you were just an average student. You had the ability but just didn’t seem to have the desire in class. You seemed a very willing participant in the yearbook. I was always glad to help you but again appeared distracted, out of focus. It’s good to see that you’ve improved.” I swear I heard her add “in more ways than one” under her breath.

I stared at her the whole time she was talking, at her body that is. Those old feelings were as strong as ever and with my new confidence and the positive feedback, I decided to take a chance. I walked up behind her and leaned my body against hers. I whispered in her ear, ” Ms. O, I think you know why I was distracted. You were always my favorite teacher.” I pulled her hair to the side so I could kiss the back of her neck.

“No, John,” she said. “You really shouldn’t – “

“Ms. O, you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed of this moment.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her, against bursa escort bayan me. I took my hand and ran it across the side of her thigh and hip. I’m sure she could feel my cock hardening against her ass. My kisses moved over to the side of her neck and found my way to her earlobe. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

She was torn, I could tell, but I continued. I held her tight with my arm so she could feel my strength. With the other I massaged her shoulder a bit. I slid my hand up from her stomach to her breasts. I began kissing the other side of her neck. I then moved both hands to her breasts, feeling them through her shirt. She was starting to get very aroused.

I turned her around to look into her eyes. I sensed hesitation but no objection. I pulled her shirt over the top of her heard and kissed from her neck down to the top of her breasts as I unfastened her bra. Her breasts were as magnificent as I imagined! I pushed her so she was laying down on her desk. I bent over and sucked on one nipple as I massaged the other. Then I kissed my way between her breasts. I buried my face between them, massaging both breasts against the side of my head before I moved over to the other. I felt her nipples harden as I ran my tongue across and gently pulled the nipple between my teeth before letting it go and flicking it with my tongue.

She wanted more. I slid my hand down underneath her skirt and into her panties. I could feel her wetness. She shuttered as I rubbed across her clit, moving in circles around it as I sucked harder on her breast. A moan escaped her lips when I moved hand in faster circles across her clit. I diverted and placed my fingers down across her slit. I slid them inside her dripping wet pussy. After a couple escort bursa of strokes across her lips I moved back to her clit with faster rubbing faster with my now lubricated fingers. Her mouth was now open, as if she was gasping for air. My hand was pressing harder, moving fast as it could. “Yes, oh yes, yes, yeeesss!” she cried in orgasm.

I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, sliding them off. Though my cock was already straining, I had to taste her. I bent down and ran my tongue up through her slit. I encircled her pussy lips with my tongue before sliding it in her hole. I moved my tongue in and out of her pussy and then moved back across her lips. I gently kissed her up to her clit, but with it so hyper-sensitive I just kissed it gently. I stood up to remove my shirt and quickly dropped my pants. My cock was rock hard and happy to be free. I moved her ass to the edge of the desk and slid my cock in to her. She gasped as I did so. I started slowly, sliding the head almost all the way out and then sliding it slowly back in. All the way in again – all the way out. A couple of more times brought her back to the brink of orgasm. She propped herself up on the hands so she could see She finally spoke, shouting “God Dammit, you’re driving me crazy. Cut it out and just fuck me hard.” I happily obliged, but first pulled out and stood her up. I turned her round and bent her over the desk. I spread her legs and slid into her, slamming her hard with my cock against the desk. My hands gripped hard into her ass as I fucked her harder and harder doggie style against the desk. As I erupted inside her. she came once again.

I kissed her on her back before pulling out. “Thank you, Ms. O, for making a young man’s fantasy come true. It was better than I imagined.” I put my clothes back on and saw her turn around and smile at me.

“You’ve certainly grown up since high school.” She said happily. “Now, you’d better get out of here before someone finds us.”

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I work a very high stress, fast paced job (as many people do). However, I work in a department that is very relaxed and is made up of some pretty fun people. There are ten of us, one other guy besides myself and eight woman. We are all about the same age with the exception of one of the woman who is at least ten years younger than me. The younger woman, we will call her Karen, is beautiful. She has a body that is impossible not too look at but I always did my best to avoid checking her out too much.

We all work long hours and handle multiple projects. I was assigned to work with the Karen on a project that our boss gave us late (which she often did because she was highly disorganized) and it was of course due very soon. The project was to be presented to upper management and then to the entire company so it had to be right.

On our third night of being there until almost eight o’clock we both sat back at the large work table in our office and just sat still for a few minutes. We had both been working long hours and we just needed a break. Over the past couple of days we had gotten closer. We joked around a lot more and instead of staying on the other side of the table she was working next to me. That day she was wearing dress pants and a sweater that was way too tight. I could not help myself but to look at her tits. I had taken several peaks as we worked and didn’t think she had noticed. While we were taking the break we were talking and I snuck another look. She immediately started to laugh.

I asked what she was laughing at and her response was that was the third time I caught you looking at my tits tonight. I was mortified. I started to say something and she just laughed again. She then said, don’t worry about it, I’m not mad and do you think you are the only one who looks at my tits. I told her I was sorry and that it was hard not to notice them, especially in that sweater. She again laughed and said it is a little tight isn’t it. Then I laughed and said no, it’s perfect.

We got back to work but things were much more casual between pendik escort us after that. She even asked me why I never flirted with her. She said she always thought I didn’t really like her. I laughed and told her I didn’t want her to think she had to worry about the perverted older guy in her office so I just left her alone. We both laughed at that. Very shortly after that she said that she had enough for the day and we should continue tomorrow. I agreed and we locked up the office and left.

The next morning I got to work and she was not there yet. She was always early and I typically arrived exactly when I needed to be there. A few minutes into reading my e-mails I was surprised with a very sweat sounding good morning and Karen handing me a cup of coffee. She was well known for daily need of everyone’s favorite gourmet coffee. She had never brought me one before. She stood in my cubicle drinking her coffee and I couldn’t help but notice her outfit. She was wearing a skirt that hit about two or three inches above her knee and a button down dress shirt. She looked incredible and I told her so. She thanked me and said she better get to work.

The rest of the day went on just like usual until about five thirty. By then everyone, including our boss, had cleared out for the day and we started working together again at the big table. I could not help myself and I looked to my right and I could see down her shirt a little. Just enough to see the top of her big tits and her lace topped bra. I know she saw me because she laughed a little but just kept working. At about six thirty she said she had to go to the restroom and would be right back. I sat back for a few minutes and relaxed.

When she returned I heard her shut the office door. This was unusual because we always left it open as long someone was in the office. She went to her desk for a minute and then returned to the work table. When she walked up I noticed she had pulled her hair back. As we got back to work I then really noticed a difference. She was working right next to me and I glanced escort pendik over and noticed that a couple more buttons were open on her shirt. She kept on doing what she was doing and the next thing I know is that I am looking down at her bare tits. She had to have taken off her bra when she was in the restroom. She looked up at me and asked if I liked this view better.

I didn’t know what to say other than yes. She again laughed and said that she had noticed me looking down her shirt so she thought she would give me a better look at them. I sat and turned to face her and told her they looked incredible. She said she was glad that I like the view and asked if I would like a better one. I jokingly said that I think the only way I was going to get a better view was if she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way. Much to my amazement, she sat down, turned her chair toward me and did exactly that. She then pulled the shirt open a little and there were two big beautiful full C or small D cup tits right in front of me. I started to lift my hand but stopped myself and she said you can touch them, that’s why I took off my bra.

I reached up and took them into both of my hands. She leaned forward a little and smiled as I played with her tits and now fully erect nipples. I was rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb when she said that it looked like more than her nipples were hard. She reached over and put her hand on my knee and started sliding it up my leg right to my crotch. She was then rubbing my cock through my pants as I played with her tits.

The next thing surprised me even more. She dropped down on her knees in front of me and started undoing my pants. Within a few seconds she had my cock out was stroking it. I couldn’t do anything but watch. After a few minutes she smiled at me and dropped her head down taking my cock in her mouth. She was giving me an incredible blow job.

After only a few minutes I knew I was getting close to cumming. I told her that I was getting close and asked her where she wanted me to cum. She looked up pendik escort bayan at me and told me not to worry and to cum in her mouth. I watched her go back down and suck my cock even better than before. Again a few minutes later I told her I was about to cum and she kept working my cock. Only a few seconds later I felt my balls tighten and then I was shooting load after load of cum in her mouth. She continued to suck my cock until it started to soften.

She sat back on the floor and I looked down at her. She was smiling and I noticed I must had really filled her mouth because she was not able to swallow it all. There was some on her chin and a few drops on her right tit. I looked and told her I was sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen and she laughed and told me not to apologize that she loved it. It was then that she took a finger and scooped the cum off her chin and put it in her mouth and then off her tit and right into her mouth.

She got up and sat in her chair directly across from me. My cock was still out just as her tits were. I told her that if I knew working with her was this fun I would have asked to be assigned projects with her before. She looked at me and said that if it wasn’t so late, she would show me how fun it really was to work with her. As she said that, she leaned back, pulled up her right leg and pulled her skirt up to reveal and very sexy lace thong. She pulled it aside and rubbed her clit for a moment and then covered herself. She looked at me and I smiled and said how about tomorrow. She said that’s what she was hoping for.

She then stood up and immediately leaned over in front of me. She said it looks as though you have a little more for me and I looked down quick enough to notice a small pool of cum on my stomach where the head of my cock was laying. She leaned in and lifted my cock, licked up the cum, took my cock in her mouth one more time and then released it. I stood up as she moved back and put my cock away and tucked my shirt back in and closed up my pants. I followed her back to her desk where I watched her take her bra out of her desk drawer and put it in her purse.

She kissed me and said we will have more fun tomorrow and asked if I was ready to go. I grabbed my stuff and we both left with a big smile on our faces.

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Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bhaiya still slept over me, while his penis still snugly rested inside me. He felt soft almost as soft as my vaginal wall.

Last night had been a dream come true and if I had gotten pregnant, even more so. I did not want to think about the consequences, everything happens for a reason I repeated my mantra for life. Right now I felt complete. I hadn’t felt this way in years. I thought about marriages, a divorce broke a marriage these days but nothing could break the bond that we shared, that of siblings. We were brought up with this bond. I let out a sigh, pulled the covers over his shoulders and drifted back to sleep, contented. The next time when I woke he was the one watching me. We smiled. “No regrets,” he asked.

“Are you kidding me, willy is my new hero,” I whispered throatily. “When did you wake.”

“A while ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Yea I was about to, I thought I’d give it another go before I pull your hero out of there. I wonder whether I’ll be able to wait as long in getting him inside you next.”

I lifted my lips to him and he took them in a hard kiss. Instantly my mouth opened and we sucked at each others tongues like they were our only source of water in a desert. I stopped our mouths, still clinging to him. His penis had stirred inside me and we smiled at each other. “Looks like he’s awake too,” we chuckled. He pressed my mouth on his for a deep kiss.

“You’re so sweet in the mornings.” We had never spent a night together. Usually after our sessions we would return to our rooms. He bit into my lip and I felt willy twitch inside me. I pulled back from our kiss.

“Will it harden whilst inside me,” I felt it throb, “Is this how it throbs when you’re aroused?”

“Hmmm,” he kissed my nose. “Say something else.”

“Agar mai pregnant ho chuki hongi raat ko to …kya karaingay(What if you have knocked me up last night?)”

“Are you trying to worry me or arouse me,” he said.

” Well something like this doesn’t worry me, it only excites me.” I felt his penis twitch inside me again. “And forget about people, forget about the world, doesn’t this arouse you even then. Yesterday night you had sex with your sister, twice you gave her explosive orgasms, the kind she’s never felt before and it’s quite possible that you may have even knocked her up. Don’t tell me you don’t find these the least bit arousing.”

I continued. “We’re going to be home alone for the next six days I’ll stay naked for you in the house, so you can fuck me whenever you want.” Willy began to harden inside me, this was working. “You’ve torn my hymen last night and now no one can take your place again. No one will ever be inside your sister besides you.” My voice thickened with lust for my brother.

“Aaur bol.” (Say more, he used a rough tone.)” He had begun to breathe heavily against my ear. My own vagina convulsed, it was a turn on when he spoke to me like that.

“Aur kya bolu (What else should I say?),” my voice trembled.

“Bol(Say something ),” he ordered. I want to get a hard on, I so want to fuck your brains out right now, he said in a deep voice and his penis began to harden more at his own acceptance of his desire.

“Ajj ek baar bath tub mai sex karain gay hmm(Today we’ll have sex in the bath tub once).” There was a sharp intake of breath. We had often had sex, if you could call foreplay that, many times under water. That was our favourite place, under the shower, inside a tub, or in the swimming pool when no one was home. He began to breathe rapidly and I felt his rock hard erection inside me. It brought back a little pain from last night but nothing I couldn’t bear.

“When we are in the tub I want you to pee inside me,” he groaned at this and his mouth was on mine. Willy grew a little more in girth and I felt my pussy stretch to its limit. He lifted his head and our eyes met.

“I love you,” he whispered. I felt tears prickle my eyes and I placed a wet kiss on his full lips. He began to move his hips in a gyrating motion and willy poked painfully at my hole. It began to raise familiar sensations from the previous night. I swallowed hard and began to hyperventilate and he stopped.

“Don’t,” I whispered between breaths. “Don’t stop please,” I lay against the pillow and tried to subdue my wheezing. He stopped again. “Don’t stop now or I’ll die.” I began to drag every breath I took and strangely, it was a turn on for him. My hands trembled when I lifted them to his face. I kissed his warm mouth.

“Give me some air.” Back then whenever I felt wheezy I would ask him to blow air into my lungs. He breathed into my mouth and my breathing began to ease.

” Fuck me hard …will you …?” He nodded and began with a hard thrust. It knocked the air out of my lungs again. He blew again. “Fuck me hard,” I groaned in his mouth.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” With every thrust I felt the head of his penis hit against my cervix. My legs lifted and wrapped around his waist pendik escort giving him extra space inside me and his penis hungrily covered it. I kissed his shoulder …light trembling wet feather kisses. My arms roved all over his back caressing him and pressing him more against my boobs. My hands moved to his lower back pulling his hips more inside me. I thrust up once and the pleasure it gave cannot be explained in words, thereon I met his downward thrust with one of mine, and that seemed to give him more pleasure too.

He groaned and roughly kissed my mouth …hump hump hump we went like two rabbits. A knot rose inside my Mooldhara and just the way he had told me I tried to lift it up through my spine into my Saharsara. I tried to contain and direct the energy up into my spine, just the way he had taught me all those years ago and then I came like a thunderbolt.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmaaaaaaa,” he hugged me close. This was more powerful than either of the ones that I had experienced the night before. I closed my eyes almost faint, but I couldn’t sleep right now. He hadn’t cum yet and I wanted him to get an orgasm as strong as mine.

My hands went back to his hips and pressed him to my pussy. He was still rock hard inside me, all those years of practicing tantric yoga had given him an iron control over his organ. My pussy felt raw, but it didn’t matter, what mattered was that I wanted to pleasure him with my body the way no one had. That thought in mind, I brought my hips up meeting every thrust of his with one of my own.

“Don’t, you’ll get soar,” he whispered hoarsely into my ear.

“Don’t worry, am alright. I want you to cum, like I did. I want to be your tantric partner. Aaap jo chaho gay mai wahi karu gi ( I’ll do exactly what you tell me to).” I lifted my hips more to greet his every thrust no matter how much it pained. I felt sticky and wet with our wet juices and his penis sloshed about inside me fluck shluk fluck shluk. I didn’t think any pill on this planet could save me from getting pregnant under the circumstance. The thought filled me with both excitement and trepidation, but if that ever happened I knew bhaiya would find out a way and I wouldn’t have to worry about it. His penis strung inside me like a string on a guitar and I heard him groan deep inside his throat and it wasn’t a whisper anymore …it was a thunderous roar.” “Riyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” his balls pumped his baby making sperm inside his throbbing pole and he dumped his load inside me with an explosive orgasm. This time there were copious amounts of it. I lifted my hips to keep his seed inside me and fed it to my hungry womb. I pressed him against myself, in my arms, against my hard nipples and even now I kept moving my hips against his. The languid motion rocking us both into a deep trance.

A rumble woke me, it was almost evening and my stomach was protesting. I remembered we hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. I smiled remembering he had once told me, eat less, keep yourself hungry, so we can both feed on each other to satisfy our hunger. He had said, you feel an orgasm more strongly on an empty stomach, your channels are clear and you feel your senses explode. I hugged him in my arms, cos of him I had managed to embark on this adventurous journey.

He stirred in his sleep and I pulled him more over me. I wanted to kiss him. My heart was exploding with the love I felt for him.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, not wanting to wake. But I wanted to pee so badly

“Sssssss, ayeee,” I groaned.

“Kya hua? (Whats wrong?),” he asked.

“I want to pee.”

“Not before I fuck you on a full bladder.”

“Hmmmm,” it excited me at once and my nipples hardened.

“Not here, in the bath tub.”

“Hmmm, okay,” there was no need to mess his sheets when we could do this in the tub. He rose and willy slid out of me for the first time in 24 hours. It gave me a little pain. I had an inkling that I would be soar, but I would think of it at the end of this week.

We brushed our teeth fooling around and touching each other. I had my reasons I had to keep on my toes, lest I peed. I had known to trust him with whatever he said. If he said the experience would be great on a full bladder …then I would hold my pee till eternity. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take that long. I giggled.

He directed me to lie in the tub and my heart catapulted with excitement. I planted my feet carefully in the tub then lifted the other and sat down. My back against the cold tile of the bath tub, the water was warm.

“Hurry I want to pee, I said, the water is making me want to pee.

“I’m holding mine in too and so will you,” was his reply, “until we’re done.

He came in and sat next to me. He eyed my soar pussy and I eyed his flaccid penis. My dirty talk would take time to raise him from its stupor so I followed a different routine. I took his soft penis in my hand. My brother sighed, up and down I moved it, the foreskin was so soft. I touched escort pendik his pee hole and I moved it again and again and saw a tiny drop of semen emerge. I had given him a hard on in no time at all and I felt very pleased with myself. Aiming his penis at my hole I placed the tiny drop at my entrance. I didn’t want even a drop wasted.

An incident from way back came to my mind. I had recently begun college when bhaiya and I had got a chance to celebrate one night when ma went to visit her sister. We were both naked in bed and bhaiya had moved his penis up and down like I had just now and a similar tiny bud had emerged from his penis.

“Look,” he had said huskily and showed me the tiny drop of semen. “Issay hotay hain bachay , Riyaa(This is what gives you a baby),” he looked at me. But before he could have said anymore, I had gotten up immediately. It had felt weird back then, cos I was young and having babies wasn’t on the agenda. He hadn’t stopped me and had apologized later. Right now his penis was finding it difficult to get in again, my vagina had reverted to the same size it had kept for the past 32 years. It made me mad.

“Zor say jhatka maro na(thrust harder),” I breathed into his ear.

“Your already soar,” came his answer.

“To kya hua, mai sehan kr lu gi (So what, I’ll tolerate the pain).”

“Kuch hua to doctor ko bhi nahi dikha saktay, precautions theek hain. Aur baaki hafta, bhi use karna hai mujhay, tujhko (Cant even go to a doctor if something goes wrong, taking precautions is better. I intend using you the entire week).” That brought a smile to my face and I hugged him.

“I want to pee bhaiya.”

“No, not yet …not until you’ve reached your orgasm,” he dug his nails into my soft back.

My hands went to his hips and pushed him as hard as I could to myself and brought my hips up. “I want you inside me,” I choaked into his ear high on pheromones. He grunted in his throat. I had turned him on. He nodded.

“Pain hogi thori (It’ll hurt a little),” he said and I braced myself. He thrusted against my pelvic bone …hard …and I mean hard. He broke inside me and our hips met with a splurch in the water.

I moaned aloud in pain. His heart beat right next to mine now. He was right, my full bladder made me even tighter and I felt pressure exerted on my vaginal membrane. I could feel him more inside me now. He started to move slowly.

“Bhaiya ek baat mano gay?(Will you agree to one thing brother?).”

“Hmmm,” he moaned in pleasure.

“Free hokay sex karo na. Aisa socho mai apki biwi hu and not your sister …biwi ka kaam to husband ko pleasure dena hi hai na …ye soch kay sex karo (Fuck me harder as you would your wife. After all isn’t it a wife’s duty to pleasure her husband. Think of it this way and FUCK ME), and stop thinking about me.” I heard his heart drum faster against my breast and his breathing accelerate.

Getting into the role play, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back. He pulled me forward in the tub and began to bang me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned aloud and that aroused him even more and he began to bang me harder.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I shrieked again in pleasure and pain. “Bhaiyaaaaaaaaaaaa,” a new realization was descending upon me and I realized why so many women were after him. The water in the tub splashed all around us and the bathroom echoed with our mingled moans. On top of that my full bladder. This time though he wasn’t pleasing me; he was pleasing himself.

I lovingly embraced him. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to satisfy all his sexual desires that he had harbored towards me all these years.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, phad do mujhay bhaiyaaaaaaaa. Phaaaaaaaaad doooooo mujhayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy(Tear my pussy apart, oh brother, tear me apart),” and I came. I saw stars in my head and lost control over my bladder and ended up relieving myself. He felt it at once.

“You’ll be punished for this,” he thundered. He was very rarely angry …specially with me. I felt ashamed, I had disappointed him.

“Punish me,” I said with anger towards myself.

“Punish me like you would your wife.” His penis mauled my pussy, the inner membrane of my vagina. He came so hard inside me that even now minutes later his body shuddered next to mine. I held him In my embrace and kissed his hair while he regained his breathing between my breasts.

“Did I, did I hurt you Riyaaa.”

“Nahi jaan (no my darling ),” I squeezed him in my arms. He lifted his eyes to mine and I smiled.

“Sorry, are you ready?” he was about to relieve himself inside me.

“I want it to sit inside me for a while.” I lay in the tub and lifted my buttocks up “Now,” and he sighed against my neck. He had done this once before and I had totally loved it. I had heard people think it strange and weird, but then how straight was I, I was weird.

“Ummmm, that feels great,” We both said simultaneously. It felt like corrosion must attack iron. The uric acid stung at the soreness in my pussy pendik escort bayan and I felt tingles up to my womb. His steady stream inflated my vagina and extra urine ran out of my hole, into the tub. We lay there in each others arms for sometime exhausted from our combined efforts.

“I want to see how much of your pee my vagina can hold.

“Hmmm,” he pulled the plug in the tub to drain the water. Slowly he began to ease himself out and his penis splurched out of my hole. His pee made a small puddle beneath me and we smiled. I had fallen for that stinging sensation.

“I am your personal bed pan now,” I whispered into his ear, sucking his earlobe.

“Get up and fix me some breakfast,” came my masters command. We went into the shower cleaned each other and like I had promised, I stayed naked in the house. He loved to watch the way my curves moved when I walked, my breasts jiggled, my thighs trembled lightly and my hips swayed. I loved watching him appreciate what he saw. Every now and then he came by my side and kissed me or touched my pussy or suckled on my boob.

I made a quick breakfast … coffee, bacon and eggs. For the evening I marinated some chicken wings. Something we could nibble on the move, I smiled. He came and stood behind me pressing a hardened willy on my back.

“Hurry I want you,” he whispered into my ear. His hands came to rest on both my boobs and he began to play with my nipples. He ducked under my arm and sucked on one. I sighed. My pussy had begun to throb as well. We kissed then decided to part for breakfast. Once we finished I began to clear the table, I leaned against the dining table extending to clear his end of the table. But he had other things on his mind, he made me lean more against the table catching hold of a tuft of my hair in a hard grip while he prepared me for doggy style. My breath caught in my throat. His rough treatment always aroused me.

“Lean,” he ordered and I did, jutting my butt out in a provocative manner making my slick pussy visible. I swayed my butt in his face as if dangling a carrot before a rabbit. Needless to say he was more than happy to pounce on the offer. This time all precautions were thrown to the winds. I hadn’t had my pill since morning. The thought occurred to me but only when I felt him slam his rock hard penis inside my tight cunt. I almost bled a second time for him. The brutal force of his banging made me moan in pain.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, hurt me more,” I choked out in agony. He pulled at my hair, grabbed a breast and banged me harder. Willy went in and out, in and out nearly bruising my insides. My pussy self lubricated itself on the onslaught creating erotic sounds that filled our kitchen. Luckily our house is far away from the maddening crowd and so no one could see our display through the glass windows.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned loudly coming hard against the dark mahogany dining table, panting and leaking. When I descended from my heaven , I jutted my butt out again meeting his thrusts with mine, my pussy raw, throbbing and aching . His hands came on my bump of a belly and pressed me hard every time he slammed into me. The pressure on the lower belly was arousing.

“AahhhhhhhhhRiyaaaaaaa I’m cuminggg,” and he had cum the fourth time inside my fertile unprotected womb since yesterday.

We were in his room again watching my favourite incest video. A cam of our own had been installed over the television set and was recording our every move. I lay between his legs my back pressed against his sinewy chest. His palm was rubbing my belly protectively, specially the mound. He would first rest it on my belly just over my womb, then he was rubbing in small circles over it, his warmth arousing me gradually. He would press me a little over my pubic bone then be back over my womb again.

It made me wonder at the kind of a husband he would be to his pregnant wife and instantly I felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. I wanted that privilege now and I wouldn’t tolerate anyone else with him in that way. My hand cupped his over my womb and he kissed me on my forehead. I smiled …he was mine.

I remembered the birth control pill, but there was no time to grab one right now It would kill the moment we were in. I would later I told myself. The siblings in the video were now in the hot passionate embrace that I had told him about. The amazing thing was whenever we were aroused we didn’t hide it from the other, and back then I had often shown him my swollen pussy and he his hardened willy so we would find time and place to satisfy each other.

Right now watching the video made me breathe in short gasps. His hand travelled from my belly down to my pussy lips and he began to perform his ritual. First his middle finger cleared a passage parting my pussy lips. He rested his entire finger in the valley thus created, his cool finger against my hot pussy. Then he began to open the valley by moving his finger from side to side while another cool finger joined his middle finger. I opened my thighs further apart aroused beyond measure.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm take me now bhaiya.” I moaned in a whisper. “Take me plz.” He handed me a menthol rub and asked me to rub it onto willy. I did as I was asked.

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Please read Part 1 and Part 2 to have a continuation of this episode.

Matt stirred and pulled himself up sitting at the edge of the bed. He looked at the naked form of his sister lying just beside him. She had her right arm over her face, covering her eyes. Matt’s eyes moved down to see her breasts heaving gently as she breathed. He could not help himself as his penis began to rise again, getting hard at the sight of Rin, lying there, so defenseless and at the mercy of his cravings. But somehow, he controlled himself.

“Rin,” he said, “I love you and whatever you decide to do, I’ll abide by it.”

She lifted her arm from her face and looked up at him. He could see the sorrow in her eyes. They just looked at each other.

“There is only one way out of this,” she said softly. “I’ll have to let James make love with me and tell him later that I’m pregnant with his child.”

Matt did not know what to answer. He knew that she would sacrifice anything for him. He knew there and then that her love for him is just as much as what he felt for her.

Brother and sister reached out for each other and placing his body on top of hers, they kissed deeply. The smell of their lovemaking filled the room. His hand ran down her body and his fingers run through her matted pubic hairs. As he pushed his index finger into her vagina, she caught hold of his hand and said, “No, Matt, not anymore pendik escort please, you have to leave.”

Matt reluctantly pulled his finger out and lifted his mouth off hers. He sucked her nipples one more time and then stood up by the side of her bed.

“My love,” he said, “for me, tonight, before I go.”

He held his already turgid penis in his palm and moved it up and down, masturbating for her to see. She looked up at him and saw his eyes glistening and his breath coming in gasps. She knew that he was about to cum. Moving her head closer to the edge of the bed, her arms encircled his waist as her mouth opened to accept the smooth head of his phallus. Even as her mouth began to close on him, he came, spurting his sperm onto her tongue. As her lips closed on his shaft, Matt kept cumming inside her mouth. She swallowed the thick globs of her brother’s incestuous sperm into her body. His body was trembling and finally he finished, pulling his still straining cock head from the warm recess of her mouth.

Rin slumped onto the bed, traces of her brother’s sperm smeared on her lips and some dripping down her cheeks. She watched him move to the bathroom and she closed her eyes, knowing that her life had changed and would never be the same again. Matt came out and put on his clothes. Having dressed, he came to her, kissed her again and left her room. Then he heard his car starting and being escort pendik driven off.

Feeling utterly exhausted, she lazily got up from her bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself. Then she took off the bedsheets where the telltale stains of their sexual secretions were evident of what had transpired between her and Matt.

Now, she had to wait for James and the boys to return. She could feel the warmness between her thighs and although she had washed herself down there, Matt’s sperm still seeped out of her vagina, wetting her panties. And the after taste of him was still on her tongue. Never in her wildest imagination did she envisage that her brother would be her lover and she would be carrying his child inside her womb.

Rin was in the living room watching absently at the news report on the television when she heard the sound of the car entering the porch. James and the boys were home. It was 9.30pm. She got up and opened the front door.

“Hi, honey,” James called out when he saw her.

The boys ran up the stairs, kissed their mother and headed into the house. Rin waited for James as he took his bag from the car. When he came to Rin, he dropped the bag and clasped her in his arms.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” he said, as he kissed her on the mouth. “I missed you sweetheart,” he smiled at her.

He took her hand and both walked into the house, heading for their pendik escort bayan room.

“The boys are tired and will surely go straight to bed,” he said, as he closed the door of their bedroom. “I will go shower,” he told her.

Rin watched him as he went into the bathroom and she sat down on the bed. She knew that James will want to make love with her. Her hand absently crept to the opening of her nightgown as her fingers touched her naked crotch. The lips of her vagina was still tender and slightly swollen due to Matt’s mouth and tongue ravishing her there earlier. God, she wished James will not fuck her tonight, not after the exquisite feelings she went through with Matt, just hours ago. But she knew that she had to go through with it. It was the only way to assure James that the life growing inside her is his.

That night, she had to endure James taking her, pretending that it was Matt that was lying on top of her. James fucked her for almost an hour, finally spurting his sperm deep inside her and telling her that he loved her.

A week later, while having breakfast together, Rin quietly reached out and held James’s hand. “Honey,” she said, “my period is late and it’s positive, you’re going to be a father again.”

James looked up, almost incredulously at his wife. “Are you sure, at 45, are you sure?”

“Yes,” Rin replied, as tears sprang to her eyes.

“God, I love you Rin,” James said as he stood up and held her tightly in his arms.

Rin found herself almost short of breath. It was done. She had sinned and she placed her head on his chest, sobbing silently.

Part 4 to follow.

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I have had some kind messages asking for more following the submission Voyage of Discovery. Rather than return to my journey, just now, I thought it might be valuable to pause a little and look at the beginning once again, but from a different perspective. This then, in my mind’s eye, is how my father would tell the story. It is an imagining of sorts and of course kind to me. Mostly. Love, Tihana.

*

I toasted my daughter and raised a glass across the table.

“Happy 18th birthday, darling. Come. Dance with your daddy.”

Charli had matured into the most elegant and beautiful young woman. Tall, slim, with great poise and balance, long slim legs and the most sensual face you could imagine. Tumbling blonde hair framed her face, her eyes, a piercing blue looked deep into your soul, her nose, cute and sitting above full, angelic lips, curled up at the sides in a half smile, dazzling white teeth. Her skin was golden, luminous. She shone. Yes she was a beauty.

Think my wife, her mother, actress, underwear model, much desired, pursued still by eligible men and the rich and famous and multiply by a hundred. No, a thousand. Ah, that’s just the pride in me talking. Anyway, you get the picture: a most beautiful young woman, still pure and angelic. Yet to be tainted by the passage of time and with a life of experience ahead of her.

Whoever has her will be a lucky man. And, no, I wasn’t jealous. Well, maybe a bit. All these thoughts tumbled through my mind as I rose from the table. I was interrupted by a noise from the bar area where my wife was holding court, surrounded by a throng of attentive men and jealous, fawning wives and girlfriends. She loved the attention and once too I was captivated by her spell but we both knew that I could no longer worship her in the way she expected.

“Well, Daddy?”

Charli stood before me, head cocked to one side, her arms, long, lithe, toned and bare, open and welcoming. Her smile dazzling, lips (I noticed) moist with a shimmering pale pink lipstick. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress, plain but stylish. It was a halter neck tied at the neck with a big satin bow, and hugged her figure. The material was soft and clung to her curves. She had well proportioned breasts that were adequate but her killer feature was her waist and hips….which swept in a curve from just below her breasts to her toned tummy and then began to curve out again to her hips.

Ever since she was young she had danced and had a dancer’s poise and core muscle tone.

I placed my hand gently on this perfect waist and guided her to a space on the dance floor. The silky material moved under my fingers and I could feel her muscles moving naturally as she wiggled her body in time to the music and then she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me sweetly (on the lips), laughed girlishly and, leaning back a little, carried on with her wiggle.

So, can I tell you a few things? About what was running through my mind?

It was probably just me, but……was that wiggle innocent and naive or was she moving that way on purpose. And, if on purpose, was this a natural part of a woman’s innate need to seduce from a biological sense that was just awakening in her, or was it for me? And then the kiss…did she linger just a little too long or was I imagining it? Or wishing it? Her lips shone. They were soft, full. Made for kissing.

Whatever the thoughts, they began to have a physical manifestation. I just couldn’t control the gradual hardening of my cock. And there is no way that she could not notice through the thin fabric of her dress.

Wait a minute! Was her hold on me around my neck slightly tighter than before. Was she leaning back a little more to push her pelvis against me? Was her wiggle a little slower now, a little firmer, even deliberately sensual?

She was looking at me now with those piercing blue eyes searching me, looking deeply into me, with that curious half smile.

So, now the whole world slows down and the seconds take ages to pass. I feel a heightened sense of awareness as everything else fades into the background, out of focus. The music now just consists of tuzla escort a seductive, primitive beat, the vocals, jangling disco effervescence taken out of the mix.

I watch her form words as I focus on her lips. Her tongue just moistening her lip before she begins to create shapes. I notice the glisten of her saliva, the lines on her lower lip and then the soft overbite as she rests her teeth on her bottom lip, which plumps up under the slight pressure. Why does she do that? God, it’s such a turn on.

And then the hair on her golden arms, fine and soft on the lower part and then her upper arm, baby soft smooth, with her muscle hardening as she moves it. I let my eyes flow over her shoulder, with the skin pulled tight over her collarbone, showing the bone like an artist’s sculpture, her long neck.

Gosh I think I’m going to kiss it, my head moving down, slowly, my nostrils filling with her perfume, intoxicating my senses. This is madness but I am caught in a spell.

As my lips begin their long journey, my fingers tighten their grip on her waist, the dress rising up as I begin a little caress, my hands moving up from the skinniest part of her waist up an inch and then down. And then, once again on her waist moving from a polite central position to curve behind her back pulling her body, carefully slowly, closer, the soft swish of her dress on her stockings, the small but just noticeable reposition of her legs as she opens them a fraction to facilitate a better fit as I pull her closer.

My lips complete their journey and they brush her neck, and I take her taste onto my lips, a mix of perfume and her soft skin, my lips opening a fraction as they press, my tongue just touching, for a second, her neck, leaving a small trace of me on her, and then moving back and away, to look again at her face, her half smile, her two top teeth biting a little harder on those gorgeously, kissable lips.

My hands now at the back of her waist, moving down, slowly, slowly, to the curve of her bottom, firm to my touch, the dress moving seductively under my fingers, the sensation ripping through me to the pleasure receptors in my brain, giving a heightened sense of awareness. I could see her pupils dilating slightly, a sharp intake of breath through the half smile. Was that perhaps an appreciation of the delicate, subtle attempt to caress her perfectly pert bottom? Was that her way of encouragement?

And now my cock was beginning its own journey, jerking into life, until it rested at an uncomfortable 45 degree angle in my trousers. Her eyes sparkled now, her grip on my neck even tighter still, my hand now on her buttock, resting lightly, feeling the warmth and her gluteus working, pulling her as close as I dare.

My mouth is dry, my head feels like cotton wool. All the focus is now in my cock, as if my body was shutting down all other facilities so my entire mind and body could focus on the sensations from there.

Charli brushed her body against my hard cock, from side to side, from the left where the head was angled and then back up the shaft again ready for the return journey. And this time there was slightly more pressure.

The smile had been replaced now with a more serious look. A look of concentration and focus. Still biting that lip, her gaze steady and direct into me, searching me for reaction. And then again her movement of her hips across my cock. Firmer. A slight adjustment of her legs, yet again, a closer position, her body warmth hotter to my touch, her breathing slightly heavier, and again she pressed across my cock, hard this time so her dress material was caught for a second on my cock, caught at that embarrassing angle, and nearly a full size. And I was quiet big, there was no way she couldn’t notice.

The seconds ticked slowly on. Charli dancing slower now, more determined, the swish flow left to right less obvious, now a slow but firm kick of the hips so she was moving just from the tip of my cock down the shaft and back. I could feel her pelvic bone pushing against me.

Her face now serious, eyes closed, the lip bite harder, the breath coming in little bursts. My cock, stimulated, was hurting, my balls tuzla escort bayan bursting. My fingers dug a little harder into her bum, grabbing onto the dress material. Her movements now quickened in response, concentrating on rubbing herself against my cock. I wondered whether she was enjoying this, whether her pussy was being stimulated just as much….or even deeper still — why was she doing this, and why with me?

She leant back a little to push again into the cock, firmly, in little circular movements, with her eyes closed as if in a trance. I could see her tiny nipples through her dress, firm, dying to be touched. And then, a little sigh, the pressure on my cock slightly less as she moved away a little, the room coming back into perspective, the disco beat returning, time back on track.

And Charli, swishing from side to side, barely touching me, holding me gently, but slightly away, eyes dancing, that seductive half smile. And the music stopped.

She took my hand and skipped from the dance floor with me in tow. Did that just happen? Was it a dream? Was my daughter teasing my cock? Did she just orgasm, even a small one? Or was it my imagination.

“Thanks, Daddy.” The voice was Charli’s. She squeezed my hand.

“That was a lovely dance. You dance well for an old man, much better than a lot of the boys,” she giggled.

“Anytime,” I mumbled.

Then she kissed me on my cheek, and slipped off into the night.

This dance, so to speak, continued thereafter. We hosted and were invited to many parties. Always Charli would accept her dance. Always she came dressed to impress and wore clothes that were sensual to the touch. As if she dressed solely to tease me.

Always there was that innocence and playfulness….and then, the journey to our own private world, my cock growing, her slow, seductive gyrations, my ever increasing boldness as I danced with my daughter….my fingers tracing delicate circles on her body, holding her tight, caressing her waist just under the swell of her breast, occasionally an innocent – or accidental – brush of her breast to feel her erect nipples. Always the need to kiss her…her eyes, cheek, neck.

Always the closeness, the pounding heart and senses on fire. I learnt how to quickly reposition my cock when hard without interrupting the moment……so it was straight. We learned how to move our bodies subtly against each other. We learned how to use each other for our own pleasure.

The delicious flirting reached its nadir in late August, at a friend’s beach party. I was spending a rare moment of intimacy with my wife, Mariska, on the dance floor when Charli cut in. Laughing gaily and kissing mummy on the cheek.

I almost felt Mariska was pleased to get away from me, to have been released.

Charli was wet. She had just been for a swim and her hair was tied back in a pony tail. Over the summer her skin tone had turned a golden brown and her hair had golden blonde streaks. Summer suited her. She was wearing a white bikini, a contrast with her skin tone, and had thrown a virtually see through sarong over her tied loosely at the neck – I suspected as much for the sensual feeling of the material than just to look drop dead gorgeous (which of course she did).

He skin was cold to the touch and I brushed some dried sand affectionately off her shoulders and arms.

And so she began. That beguiling and hypnotic dance. But immediately she stopped. Holding me loosely and still but pressing herself against me. I was still hard from dancing with Mariska (yes my wife still gave me the hots despite her indifference).

She gave me a quizzical look, slightly perturbed as if something had been denied her. She was resting my hands on my shoulders, and cocked her head on one side and made a face before sticking out her tongue.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“You know,” she said, “for being selfish”.

“Well I will have to make amends for than then.”

“Yes you will, Daddy”, said with an emphasis on the Daddy.

I slipped my arm around her waist. Under her sarong. She had on a little silver waist chain (a present from an admirer) and I wrapped escort tuzla my fingers around it pulling a little tight.

“Ooh,” she said, “don’t break it. It’s fragile, like me.”

She was moving against me now, normal service resumed, except this time she was chatting, albeit without a care in the world. This was a marked difference – our ritual was usually conducted in silence.

“So,” she said, wiggling against me, “you were dancing with someone before me. That’s very naughty of you.”

“That someone was your mother, you know”.

“Well, she’s not interested in you obviously. Look at her now.”

I turned to do so. She was standing at the bar, glass in hand, a guys arm draped around her waist. Charli saw my face and giggled.

“Just as well I am here then. ” And that beguiling tilt of the head and smile.

At that I pulled her closer, commandingly, my hands becoming bolder and tracing little runs up and down her damp back.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. Again a departure. Normally we were silent, keeping our pleasure contained, for ourself. We did this for our own ends, our own private needs. Not to please each other. Were we becoming bolder? I guess I was.

My hand had travelled down her back now, and she arched into me, pressing her upper body close to me so I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest.

Emboldened I slipped my hand under her wet bikini and caressed her naked bum, pulling her body tightly against my rock hard cock.

“Mmmm. Lovely,” she murmured. Then, without warning, she broke. “I’m going in the pool” and skipped off…”You coming?”

I got to the pool. The place was rammed. The boy- men were jumping and the girl-women were preening, decoratively. I looked for Charli, heart pounding. She was not there.

I headed to the beach, a knot growing in my stomach. The beach was deserted, the night just closing in with the sun setting on the horizon, a red glow reflecting off the still, black water.

I turned to go. Then heard a splash. She was swimming along the shore line then diving under the water and surfacing. As I got closer I could see she was naked.

I could feel the stirring in my loins. She saw me and stood, waist deep, her breasts clearly visible. Her breasts were two-tone – bronzed like her body except where her bikini had been it was a milky golden colour. Her nipples were small, pink, like a delicate flower.

She dived again and I moved to join her, kicking off my sandals.

“Fuck me, who is that babe…..she is so hot”. A young college boy was now standing next to me, beer in hand, holding it by the neck.

“That, young man, is my daughter,” I said protectively and taking off my vest I waded into the water to hand it to Charli who was now coming out of the water, oblivious to her nakedness.

“Spoilsport, old man,” said the young man as we left the beach, my arm around Charli, falling quickly into my fatherly role.

“You better get changed young lady,” I muttered, trying to manage my frustration and, possibly more acutely, a growing anxiety. Charli talking to me whilst, you know, was happening had spooked me.

“Where’s the showers dad?” I escorted her to them. Then I turned away.

“Dad?”

My heart leapt and a sickness gnawed at me. I turned. Charli was looking at me as she pulled my T shirt over her head, and stood proudly in front of me, hips cocked to accentuate her curves and head tilted beguilingly.

“Thanks for lending me your T shirt”. At that, she threw it at me and then pushed the door closed but I had already a permanent image of her standing there frozen in my mind, like a angel, naked but pure, with a glacial, ethereal beauty.

The next few days I walked as if in a daze. Wondering what I should do. What she might do. Struggling with my desire and the temptation.

I could manage our dancing ritual. That was of course patently wrong. But, it was natural, controllable. It enhanced my life and was, in my view, pretty tame really. We were just being affectionate with each other, teasing, enjoying stolen moments of personal time.

But now things had changed gear. My head was swimming. I was full of conflict and doubt and determination to behave appropriately.

But, always, there was the image of my angel, my temptress. My beautiful, sexy angel. So close, yet so far from reach.

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Laura had just finished recounting the details of her first time with her son Steven. She did it with such descriptive skill that we were both just dripping. We knew we were going to masturbate together when she finished. Our panties were lying on the floor on top of each other in a suggestive pose. Hers on top of mine, touching where my pussy had just been, where her pussy had just been. The wetness in our panties seemed to meld together.

We sat facing each other on the bed, her legs under mine, our hands between our thighs, our fingers lightly stroking our own lips. We started inching toward each other. We looked at each other. The lust in our eyes was heavy. Our hands came away. Her lips were wet, swollen, and parted. She looked at my pussy. I’m sure she saw that my lips were wet as well. We got closer. And closer. And closer. I could feel the heat, I could smell the arousal, hers and mine. Then I could feel the flesh of her cunt touch mine. I’d never touched another woman’s pussy before. And now here we were, locked in the most intimate woman to woman contact possible … a sexual kiss of our lips. My clit touched hers. We ground against each other, pushing our pelvises hard against each other. We were so incredibly aroused. I knew we were only seconds from orgasm. But I wanted it to last. I loved the feeling of Laura’s pussy on mine. We looked at each other. Both of us were lost in a sea of lust. Our eyes were glazed over. The only sensation right now was the rising tide of climax that centered in that region between our legs where we touched.

Suddenly, Laura yelled, “OH GOD LIZ, I’M CUMMING … I’M CUMMING ON YOUR PUSSY!”

I felt it too. “I AM TOO BABY, CUM ALL ALL OVER MY CUNT!”

We grabbed each other as we spasmed. We kissed hard as the orgasm exploded over both of us. Her clit on mine, my lips quivered on hers. We moaned into each others’ mouth as the climax peaked. We ground hard against each other. when it started to subside. We kissed each other gently. I realized, it was the first time I’d ever kissed a woman like that.

We both were breathing hard. We extricated ourselves and lay down on the bed facing each other. I brushed the hair out of Laura’s eyes and kissed her forehead. I moved my hand down her body and cupped her pussy. Her lips were still swollen and wet. She did the same with me. I felt her fingers softly stroke my pussy lips.

“Laura, that was incredible. But I wonder, does that make me a lesbian?”

“Do you still want Rick’s cock?”

“Oh do I ever! I’m gonna fuck him silly when I get home.”

She laughed a little. “Figured you would. You see, you’re not lesbian, but you have bisexual tendencies.”

“Where did they come from?”

“I believe all women have them. Most just don’t have the opportunity, or the right person, to express them. It just seems natural for two women to be sexual with each other. After all, only another woman understands your sexual makeup and the need for that kind of emotional closeness.”

“The orgasm felt different, too. Rick has made me cum with his fingers. And of course, I cum when I masturbate. But this was a totally different kind of orgasm.”

“It’s the kind of orgasm only two women can experience. There’s just something about feeling another woman’s pussy on mine. It’s hot, yet at the same time there’s the feeling of the cool flesh. It’s like you’re sharing with another woman the essence of what makes you a woman. And she’s sharing with you. The greatest thing is when that intimate touch results in a simultaneous orgasm.”

“Did you feel that sharing with me? I know I did with you.”

“Oh absolutely, Liz. Absolutely.”

The whole time we’ve been talking, we were stroking each other. Her fingers were now between my lips touching my clit. I was just enjoying the feeling of her puffy lips. With her other hand, she pressed my fingers between her lips. “Touch my clit,” she said. We spread our legs to allow more room as we masturbated each other. Our fingers were moving furiously. We were close to orgasm. “Oh Laura, I’m cumming again.” “I am too, Liz. Oh make me cum, baby. Make me cum.” We both groaned our pleasure together as we climaxed.

We held each other as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up about an hour later. I contemplated bursa escort what we had just done. As great as it was, and as special as that woman-to-woman contact was, I noticed an aching need in my vagina. I wanted to be filled with Rick’s cock. I wanted to feel him in me, thrusting. I wanted to feel him cum in me, to fill my pussy with his semen. I needed to be a woman with a man, with my son. I called him and asked him to pick me up.

I went into the kitchen to make coffee. Laura woke up and joined me. We hugged and kissed. I told her I had called Rick, and that he was picking me up in a little while.

“Are you going to tell him what went on?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I answered. “But first he’s going to fuck me like crazy.”

“Good. I want to hear how he fills this beautiful cunt with his cum,” she said as she reached between my legs and fondled my pussy.

“Oh I will. Maybe I’ll even save my panties for you.”

“I’d love that. Then I’ll get to see that wonderful cum you talk so much about.”

“Mmmmm. It is wonderful.”

We walked to the front door about the time Rick drove up. We hugged and kissed deeply. I knew it would get his attention. I walked to the car. Rick was holding the passenger side door open for me. He said, “That was some kiss.” I said to him, “You don’t know the half of it.” As he got in he said, “Are you going to tell me?”

“Yes,” I said. “But later. I’ve got something else in mind right now.”

“What?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

“You sure are full of riddles and mystery, mom.”

“There’s something else I want to be full of.”

“What?” he asked. I smiled at him mischievously. His foot went down a little harder on the accelerator. In no time, but it seemed like forever, we were home. Rick helped me out of the car by taking my hand. We walked hand in hand to the front door. He unlocked it and we stepped inside. We started kissing madly. Our lips and tongues were all over each other. Our hands were all over each other, touching, caressing. I felt like I was in heat and would not be denied.

Suddenly, I stopped. I told Rick, “Wait a minute. I have a deliciously naughty idea.”

“What is it?” he panted.

“Watch this.” I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and dialed Laura’s number. When she answered, all I said was “Listen.” I put the phone on the coffee table and turned back to Rick. He said, “My god, mom, that is so hot.” Then he said in the direction of the phone, “Laura, I hope you enjoy this as much as we will.” I thought I heard a moan coming from the phone.

We embraced each other again, kissing madly. We undressed quickly. But as always, my panties were last. Since we had an audio audience, we would have to more vocal for her benefit.

“Take my panties off, baby. I want you to see how swollen my pussy is.” He kneeled down and slowly slid my panties down to my thighs. It’s so sexy to see a woman with her panties only partially removed.

“Oh my, mom, your lips are so plump and wet. They look like they’re almost throbbing.”

“They are darling. Kiss me there. Kiss my lips.”

He wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me close. I felt his lips on mine. I let out a groan to let Laura know he was doing something to my pussy. “That’s it baby, Kiss my cunt. Let me feel your tongue.”

“Oh Mom, I want to taste you.”

I felt his tongue slip between my lips as he licked up and down the length of my slit.

“Rick, lick my clit, baby. I need to cum so bad.”

He started licking and flicking my clit with the tip of tongue. “Just like that. Don’t stop. DON’T STOP … I’M CUMMING!” I screamed. “OH GOD, I’M CUMMING.” The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy was in spasms. Rick kept his mouth on my pussy the whole time. When I finally came down, Rick looked up at me and said, “Mom, I love tasting you when you cum.”

I smiled and said, “Hurry, I need your cock in me.” He removed my panties completely, but held onto them. I lay back on the couch and spread my legs, ready to receive him. His cock was rock hard. The head flaring and deep purple. I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. Rick held my panties to his nose and took deep breaths, smelling my essence. As he did, he stroked his cock. My hips bursa escort bayan were moving as if on their own, eager to feel his cock. “I love watching you sniff my panties and masturbate,” I panted. “But I need you now. I need you in my cunt.” I reached down and opened myself for him.

“Oh, mom, I love it when you spread your lips like that.”

He put his cock at the entrance of my vagina with just the head inside. He looked at me as if to say ‘What do you want me to do?’ The lust I was feeling spoke for me. “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard.” He slowly slid his cock in the rest of the way. “Oh, your cock is all the way in my pussy. You fill me so good. I love having you inside me.” He started thrusting.

“Mom, your cunt feels so tight. I love being inside you. Feel my cock as it slides in and out of your pussy.”

“Oh yes baby, I can feel your cock in me. Kiss me while you fuck me.” We kissed extravagantly. Our lips and tongues working over each other. He sucked my lips into his mouth. I absolutely love that. Our thrusting together was vigorous. My hips rose and fell in unison with Rick’s. As our hips came together, you could hear the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. I knew Laura could as well. I wondered if she was masturbating at this moment.

I was so aroused by the events of the day, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached between us to feel his cock moving in and out between my lips. “Can you feel my lips caress your cock, baby?”

“Oh, yes mom. I can feel your plump lips all up and down my cock as I pump in and out of you.”

“Touch with me.”

He slowed down and put his hand between us. We touched each other’s hands, lovingly caressing the fingers. Then we touched his cock together, feeling it slowly thrust in me.

“I love touching your cock with you while you’re inside me. Touch my cunt with me, baby.” Together our fingers caressed my lips.

“Mom, I love touching your pussy with you.”

We touched my clit, my lips, and back to Rick’s cock. He pulled it almost all the way out. We touched the large flaring head and felt my girl juice all over it. We looked at each other with incredible lust. I said, “I want you back in me. I want you to fuck me.” I knew I was only seconds from an earth quaking orgasm. He slid his cock deep into my vagina and started pumping hard, harder than I’ve ever felt him before. And he felt deeper and fuller. I was completely filled with my son’s beautiful cock.

I felt the orgasm start in my toes. It was racing rapidly to my pussy. “OH GOD, BABY. I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK! Suddenly it hit. My cunt spasmed wildly around Rick’s cock. I groaned, I yelled, I scratched his back. He looked at me as I writhed on the couch completely embraced by this tremendous pleasure he was giving me.

“Mom, I can feel you cum. I can feel the spasms of your pussy on my cock.”

I knew my vagina was trying to milk the semen from him. But also I knew he hadn’t cum yet. He always makes me cum first.

“I love to watch you cum, mom. You’re positively gorgeous when you climax.”

“Thank you, baby. It felt soooooo good. Now I want to feel you cum.”

His thrusts had slowed to a gentle rhythm. Now he started thrusting harder again. His cock was sliding in and out me faster. I heard a deep moan from his throat. I felt his cock swell. “I’M GONNA CUM, MOM! I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR PUSSY!” I love hearing him say that.

“OH YES, BABY, CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY CUNT! FILL ME WITH ALL OF IT!” I wrapped my legs around him trying to draw him deeper into me. Suddenly he roared out his pleasure and started to cum. His ejaculation was so strong I could actually feel it. “OH MY GOD, I CAN FEEL YOU SPURTING IN ME!”

That sent me over the edge. “OH RICK, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” Our bodies slammed together as we experienced an almost simultaneous orgasm. This time my vagina spasmed and really did milk all the cum from his cock.

When we finally came down, we kissed deeply. Rick said, “Mom, that was the most incredible orgasm yet. I feel like I came a gallon in you.”

“I know, baby. It was for me too. I feel so full of your cum. I love it.” He rolled off of me sliding his slick cock out of me. “Hand me my panties sweetie. I want to put them on.” He retrieved my escort bursa panties from the floor. Instead of handing them to me, he said, “Let me put them on you.”

He slid them past my calves to my thighs, then further. I lifted my butt To allow him to slide them on completely. He stopped just before sliding them all the way on. He looked at my cum soaked lips and said, “I hate to cover up such a gorgeous pussy.” I smiled at him. He slid them all the way up. But not before giving a quick caress to my lips.

I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and held it to my ear. I could hear heavy breathing. “Did you like that?” I asked.

“Oh my god, yes! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Did you cum?”

“Twice.”

“When?”

“The first time with your first orgasm. The second time when he started cumming in you. I heard what he said and when he started to cum, I just exploded.”

“Will Steven be home soon?”

“He better. I want his cock so bad I could scream, especially after listening to you two. Wait, I think I hear him now. I’m going to put the phone down and let him catch me masturbating.”

Rick and I listened together as Steven came in and caught his mother pleasuring herself. She told him she had already cum twice by masturbating and now that he was home, she wanted to feel his tongue on her cunt. We listened as Laura convulsed in orgasm while her son sucked on her lips and flicked at her clit. We heard her tell him she wanted his cock. We could hear the rhythmic creaking of the bed as he thrust in and out her. We could hear them talking to each other … the same way Rick and I talk to each other, very erotic, very sensual, very sexual. We heard him announce that he was Cumming. We heard her say aloud, “OH GOD, STEVEN! CUM IN MY PUSSY!” We heard him grunt through clenched teeth, and cry out his pleasure as he spurted into her. We heard Laura scream as her orgasm crashed over her. “I’M CUMMING, BABY!” We heard the unmistakable sounds of two lovers engulfed in sexual ecstasy as they came together.

The moans and groans subsided. We could still hear heavy breathing. Finally, Laura picked up the phone. She was panting. “Liz, did you hear that?”

“Every word, darlin. Every word, every groan, every scream. You’re right. That is so hot.”

“I don’t think I can walk,” she said.

“Well, I hope you can. We’re going to Pauli’s for dinner. We want you and Steven to join us.”

“That’s wonderful. Just let me grab a quick shower and we’ll be right there.”

“I’d rather you didn’t shower completely. Just a sponge bath.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m wearing my cummie panties. I want you to wear yours.”

“Do you mean you want me to put the same panties back on and let Steven’s cum drip into them?”

“Exactly.”

“That is so kinky. I love it. And you’re wearing the panties with Rick’s cum soaking into them?”

“I am. I can feel his semen sliding all over my lips.”

“Oh, I can feel that too with Steven’s cum.”

“I have a suggestion.”

“What is it?”

“It’s naughty and definitely erotic.”

“Naughtier than what we just did?”

“Well, no, but naughty anyway.”

“Good. I can’t wait to hear it.”

“I’ll tell you at the restaurant.”

We said our good byes and agreed to meet at Pauli’s at 7.

Rick and I arrived a little before 7:00. We were seated and each ordered a glass of Mondavi Merlot. Laura and Steven arrived right at 7. Steven seated Laura next to me. He and Rick shook hands, meeting for the first time in person. They ordered the same wine as we did. When it arrived we toasted each other, “To a long and happy friendship.”

Laura leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, “You wicked wench, making me wear these panties.” I looked at her. She was grinning from ear to ear. “I swear if I cross my legs, I’ll cum right here in this restaurant.”

“Excuse me gentlemen,” I said standing up. “We mothers have to go to the ladies room.” I didn’t say it, but I thought it – “We both need to orgasm.” I grabbed Laura’s hand and we trotted off to the restroom. Luckily, there was no one in there.

“Let me see,” I said.

She pulled up her dress to reveal a dainty pair of yellow bikini panties that were stained in the crotch. I could see the outline of her lips. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and started to pull them down. Just as the top of her slit appeared, she said, “You want to see his cum, don’t you?”

To be continued.

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Charlie my weed guy knocks on my apartment door with an ounce to sell. I pay the price of admission, and he rolls us a joint on my couch.

You know guys like Charlie, heavy but not fat, his red hair and beard long and messy but somehow appealing. He goes everywhere dressed in long sleeved tees and baggy camo shorts, like he’s looking to join a latter-day nu metal group.

You see guys like him at all the college parties, even though we both dropped out years ago. If you let him, he’s the guy who will climb the tables and throw his hands around, all life-sized cartoon, preaching to the masses about whatever song lyric or book blurb totally blew his mind and rocked his world this week.

While Charlies tucks the finished joint behind his ear and plays with Koko, my black cat, I find an excuse to check myself out in the bathroom mirror.

Trina, you’re looking good today. Good enough for a guy like Charlie, at least. Black hair washed and plaited, no circles under the eyes. Short sleeves to accentuate the biceps, a misbehaving shirttail to show off the navel ring and pale little stomach. Or what will be a little stomach after a couple dozen sit-ups. Tight jeans that slice creases in the curves of the ass. And good on you, Trina girl, for remembering not to wear a bra.

I reenter the living room to find Charlie booting up Mario Kart on my dusty GameCube. Well, why not? Old school racing and high-grade weed often lead to naughtier things. And since Charlie is selecting a full Rainbow Road Tournament, it looks like he plans to be here awhile.

Controllers in hands, we toke back and forth on the couch. The stuff goes straight to my head. It feels like a warm cloud rising through the roof of my brain. It has a more energizing effect on Charlie. He keeps jumping up and mashing buttons any time the race gets too intense. I throw my legs across his lap to keep him seated.

All I want to do is feel his cock rise big and hard against my thigh. I want him to forget about toadstools and powerups and instead tear off my jeans and shove his mushroom head up my peach. Only, when Charlie pauses the game, the herb hasn’t yet migrated to his down south brain.

“Check it, right, man?” He spins to face me, knocking my legs against the coffee table. “I’ve been reading this guy, Henry Miller, all week. I get to this one book, right? Black Summer – or Spring or Winter or some shit – and he’s talking about bathrooms, right? Fucking, like, books you read in there and shit you see on the walls and, like, how good it feels, right, to empty your bladder?”

“Yeah, okay!” I nod and act interested. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and inch them farther down my hips. “I never really thought about that, but yeah, I could see it!”

“I never did, either, but he’s so right, man! These tiny little moments you never recognize that, like, truly make life worth living!”

I ease my thigh against his big pot belly. “I can think of a couple other things that make it worth your time…”

“Right, man! But, fucking, like, he’s talking about the beauty of just, like, taking a piss outdoors. Like, in the summer or spring or, like, just warm, sunny weather, and how just your piss hitting the ground and curling off all the leaves just makes you feel so alive! And I’ve come to bursa escort a decision, man.”

I smile wide, concentrating on not raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I am never – and I mean this – NEVER taking a piss indoors again. For real, that chapter of my life is officially over.”

I’ve got my navel ring and ass-crack on display, but suddenly, Charlie’s all about the game again. Sweating over the controller, twisting his shoulders with every crank of the wheel, accusing Koko of distracting him whenever the cat jumps onto the coffee table. I burn another toke and ease myself against his bicep. He says, “Not now. Eyes on the road.”

And then, once I’m finally starting to get into the game, he pauses halfway through the pre-race countdown. “Just a sec, I’ve got to take a piss. Mind if I use your balcony?”

I cringe at the fact that we’re on the eleventh floor, but with the state we’re in, neither of us would make it back up here if we walked downstairs first. “Just make sure you aim over the railing, please.”

“No fears, man, I’ve been a pee sharpshooter since the third grade.”

He stumbles onto the balcony to find life affirmation in pissing in strangers’ hair from a great height. I collapse against the length of the couch as the sound of purring fills the room. My pussy pacing the floor grumbles in hunger. The pussy between my legs does the same. At the rate things are progressing, we’ll both starve to death.

I glance at the TV, our race eternally paused, seconds from blastoff.

Fuck it. Time to whip out a cheat code.

Charlie saunters back inside, clapping his hands to a funky beat. “Alright! Let’s first-place this bitch all the way to Rainbow Roa-“

He freezes – mid-word, mid-step – when he sees me sitting on the couch with my controller in hand. My jeans thrown to the floor and my bushy pussy catching a breeze between my spread legs.

Charlie’s wide eyes glaze over. Saliva forms at the corners of his gaping mouth.

“Well, come on, Charlie.” I clench my butt cheeks and boost my labia off the couch cushions. “Do you want to play or not?”

Charlie springs to life. He hurtles over the armrest and lands in my lap, his shorts already half-unbuckled. The force of his body mass knocks me onto my back. His lips find mine as his fingers go digging in other places. His tongue and knuckles gain entrance simultaneously.

Smothered beneath his face and all that hair, I search for the coffee table with the GameCube controller. When I only seem to find open air, he takes it from me and tosses it blindly at the TV.

Charlie’s digits curl upwards within me, turning on the faucet down there. The other hand slips up my shirt and plays with my navel piercing.

Something screeches and lands upon Charlie’s back. He yells, “Fuck off me, man! This isn’t some multi-species threeway!”

My cat jumps to the floor. Charlie eases off and out of me. He tears his shorts from his hips, followed by his boxers. He reveals his cock to me, standing tall, full of blood. A solid six inches in length and three in girth.

I let the words curl off my tongue. “Well, hey there, handsome fella!” I bite my lip, teasingly, as my fingertips trickle up and down his shaft.

He takes that as an invitation. Before I can stop to think where his cock has bursa escort bayan just been and what it was only moments ago doing, he plants his knees on either side of my skull and jams himself into my mouth.

However life-affirming the act of pissing outdoors might be to guys, I don’t recommend giving blowjobs immediately afterwards. I swallow my complaints, along with the traces of urine, and I go to work on his shaft. Lick, suck. Lick, suck. Bob my head. Lick, suck. I twist my hand in a corkscrew motion, up and down the base. I flick my tongue against the slit of his urethra.

Charlie writhes and groans atop me. His furry belly slaps my forehead, his balls dangling against my chin. He grabs me by the base of the skull and rams his cock down my throat. He doesn’t wait for my jaw to loosen and my muscles to relax. He fucks my esophagus like it was just another cunt.

I’m choking, but I bear it, even as my eyes burn red. Slowly, my throat opens to his size. I begin to savor Charlie’s moaning as he varies the speed and depth of his thrusts. I find myself enjoying the sensation of my mouth turning him harder and harder.

And okay, fine, yes. Once I get past the lingering tang of urine, his cock actually tastes pretty great.

“Oh, man, Trina! This feels so fucking good!”

With my mouth full, I try to say, “Mmm-hmm.”

“You know, I love the way Bukowski described getting blowjobs.”

Oh, great. We’re back in literary-philosophical mode again.

Charlie says, “Just, like, the way he’d talk about how crazy and awkward they could get, right? And, fucking, like, all that weird shit that can go on during them.”

I moan like I’m about to spontaneously orgasm. I deep throat the shit out of his cock, but still, he keeps talking.

“Like, getting a phone call you’ve got to take while you’re still getting blown. Or, fucking, a girl just biting you out of nowhere and still charging you for it afterwards!”

Before he gives me any bad ideas, Charlie yanks himself free of my throat. He pulls me upright, scrubbing my lips with his sleeve before Frenching me.

I’m waiting for him to toss my legs over his shoulders and eat me out, but skipping any semblance of reciprocation, Charlie says, “Oh, man! I want to be inside you, like, right now! I want to fuck you, doggystyle, so hard!”

I nearly tell him to put his dick where his mouth is, only to catch myself and remember that’s what he was just doing. Instead, I say, “I, baby, don’t make me wait!” as I flip over onto my hands and knees.

He positions himself between my legs, teasing open my hole with his fingers. “Oh, fuck, man! My balls are so huge right now!”

I think: Um, okay, good for you. I say, “Oh, yeah, baby! I could feel them! So big and hairy and full of hot cum!”

“I want to, like, plow clean into your cervix!”

I say, “Yeah, baby! Make my pussy bleed!” I think: Charlie, get a condom, get a condom, get a Goddamn condom.

He enters me, bareback. My cunt is so wet that it swallows him whole. I tell myself: Trina, at least you’ve got birth control. At least you’ve got Plan B in the medicine cabinet. Then again, since when are afternoon hookups about staying safe?

Charlie splits me deliciously. His balls, almost as big as he claims, slap against my labia. Drool escort bursa splashes against my clenched ass cheeks as he grabs me by the hips and drives his full length in and out of me.

I crash back against him, my forearms braced against the couch for leverage. His hands glide up my belly. They find my braless breasts and tug awkwardly at my hard nipples. Squeezing my tits, twisting and pumping them. What the fuck is he trying to do? Milk me?

“Play with my clit!” I beg.

Charlie says, “No, I want to play with these.”

“Oh…but my clit needs you! My hot…juicy…hungry clit…”

He fondles my breasts, pinching too hard. “That’s okay, man. I’m happy here for now.”

Fuck. I balance on one arm and touch myself with the other. His cock strokes my insides as I flick my clit between my fingers. I circle around the firing piston of his shaft and tease my dripping labia. Then, on instinct, my digits dart back to my clit, and I masturbate myself in a tight, curling rhythm.

Oh, finally! Now, I’m getting somewhere! My asshole tightens, just above Charlie’s cock. A delicious cold sweat sends thrills throughout my body.

That’s when I hear Charlie say, “Oh, man! I think I’m about to blow!”

My face in the cushions, I thrash my head. “No, you’re not.”

“I totally am!”

My fingers beat a mad frenzy within me. “That’s the weed talking. You’ve got plenty of time to go.”

“Yeah! It’s definitely happening!”

“Charlie, don’t you dare!”

“In three! Two! One!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Goooo!”

He wheezes and crushes my breasts in his hands. His cock throbs deep inside me. On its own count of three, it explodes, spraying gouts of hot sperm into my pussy.

“Oh, nice!” Between gasps, Charlie withdraws his cock. Already, I feel streams of seed drizzling onto my thighs and – oh, FUCK! – onto the couch cushions. “Man! That was so fucking NICE! You ever heard how each orgasm is like a tiny death?”

I sigh. “That’s a new one for me, Charlie.”

“It’s like, right afterwards, all energy just, like, leaves your body, and you’re just, like, good as dead for a while. But like, I guess you don’t mind. Kind of cool, right, man?”

I cup a hand beneath me to catch some of the dripping semen. “That’s cool, Charlie. Real cool…”

He leans over to kiss me. Sperm-filled and disappointed with my blue ovaries, I try to meet his lips, but already, he’s passed out.

His entire weight, big belly and big cock, falls upon me. I’m pinned facedown upon the couch with Charlie snoring in my ear.

I look to Koko, grooming himself upon the coffee table with a hind leg in the air. Some help he’ll be. But next to the masturbating cat, I spot a lighter, the final inch of the joint, and Charlie’s GameCube controller.

No better time to improvise.

Crushed on the couch beneath my drooling weed dealer, I find my arm just long enough to reach the table and all the gear. I fire up the joint and smoke it down to the filter in a single, coughing haze. Then, I crank the controller’s vibration level up to the maximum, and I un-pause the game with one of the handles wedged against my cum-drenched slit.

It’s an ugly race. The controller rattles in protest with each bump I hit. My opponents nail me with Banana Peels and Bob-ombs. I crash at every turn. I come in dead last by a two-minute margin, no hope of seeing the tournament all the way to Rainbow Road.

But like my Mushroom Kingdom counterpart, at least I get to finish.

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