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I walk into the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I stand there in the dark listening to your breathing, telling me that you’re sleeping. Quietly, I undress and gently slide into bed pulling the soft blanket over my naked body. I lay there a moment listening to your breathing again.

Slowly, I turn towards you and slide my body next to yours. My eyes now adjusted to the darkness, I can see the outline of your face as you lay on your back. My hand moves under the blanket to slide across your stomach. I can feel your stomach muscles twitch in response to my touch.

I lay my hand against your stomach for a few moments, then softly slide my fingers to the waistband of your boxers. Slowly, my fingers wedge their way under your waistband and glide lower until I begin to feel your soft hair.

My fingers continue their journey, my eyes watching your face for reaction. My fingers slide lower until I feel the tip of your soft cock. My fingers wrap around your cock and I feel it jerk in response. As I slowly stroke your cock, it gradually comes to life and I hear a soft moan escape from your lips.

I see a small smile appear on your face and I know that I’ve wakened you. I continue to stroke your cock and watch your face wondering if you are fully awake or in the state of in between. I wonder if you think you are dreaming, or if you realize that I am really here.

As I continue stroking the length of your cock, my fingers feel you grow harder and harder and I can hear you let out occasional soft moans. I hear you moan, almost whine bahis firmaları as my hand slowly releases your cock and slides out of your boxers.

In one movement, I fling the blanket off of us and move myself between your legs. Lying on my stomach with my breasts rubbing against your thighs, I grab hold of your boxers at each side of your waist and begin to tug them down. I feel you lift your ass off the bed to expedite your freedom.

I pull your boxers to your lower thighs and your cock is bobbing just inches from my mouth. My fingers curl around the base of your cock as my tongue flicks at the tip. Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head of your cock and begin to gently suck, my tongue circling the ridge just beneath the head.

I begin sliding my hand up and down the length of your hard cock as I take you deeper into my mouth. I hear you moaning louder now and I feel you tensing, fighting the urge to thrust your hips at me.

My head is bobbing up and down now, each thrust taking you deeper and deeper into my throat. I gradually quicken my pace as I feel and taste your pre-cum oozing into my mouth. Sensing that you’re close to cumming, I slow down and begin licking the sides of your shaft. I gently caress and squeeze your balls and lick my way down your cock to give them some attention. I softly suckle each one in turn as my hand continues to slowly stroke your hard cock.

I can hear you moaning and your breathing has increased, coming in ragged gasps now. “Oh God, baby,” you whisper breathlessly.

You move your hands kaçak iddaa to each side of my head and begin caressing my hair. I can feel your fingers tightening in my hair as you gently pull me from you.

Sensing that you are very close now, I pull my mouth from you and slither up your body. My mouth finds yours as you wrap your arms around me pulling me close to you.

Our tongues begin dueling in a passionate kiss. We’re both breathless as I part my legs to straddle you. I pull my knees forward to your hips and bend them so that I am kneeling over you. I feel your cock twitching at my wet entrance.

Our mouths still attached, I slide my hand between us and grab hold of your hard cock. I gently stroke it a couple of times before sliding it across the length of my wet slit. I can feel my juices making the head of your cock slick as I position it at my opening.

I remove my hand from your cock and apply a little pressure from my hips to encase the head of your cock with my wet pussy lips. I can feel you tense as you strain not to thrust your cock deep inside of me.

My mouth releases yours as I put my hands on your chest. In one quick movement I sit up and press my weight down on you and feel your hard cock impale me. I let out a loud moan as I feel your cock stretch my pussy as its buried deep within.

After a moment of letting my pussy adjust to your size, I slowing begin moving up and down. Your hands move to my breasts and begin kneading them, then gently pinch my nipples.

I begin moaning as your finger and thumb kaçak bahis on each nipple begin to pinch and pull as I bounce up and down on your cock. My hands move behind me to rest on your thighs as I arch my back. With this movement, I take you deeper inside of me.

You move your hands to my hips and I can feel you begin to thrust your hips up to meet each of my thrusts. Soon, our thrusts become quicker and I force down harder on you with each thrust.

I’m still arched back with my hands on your thighs, exposing my clit to you. You move one hand down to my clit and begin pinching and pressing it. I can feel you pulsating deep inside of me and know that it won’t be long for you.

You continue to pinch my clit while we thrust at each other harder and faster. I can feel tightness is my stomach and know that I’m only moments away. With each thrust, I’m getting closer and closer. All of a sudden, my pussy grips your cock in an orgasm as you continue plunging deeper and harder. I let out a scream of pleasure as the orgasm engulfs my body.

With your fingers still tugging my clit, the orgasm seems to go on and on. Just as it begins to subside, you release my clit to grab hold of my hips as you plunge deep within me. You let out a loud growl as I feel your hot liquid explode deep within me, the power of it making my pussy quiver in another orgasm causing me to scream out again.

I continue to slowly bounce up and down on your cock until your balls are empty. I slowly lean forward to collapse on your chest, your heart pounding against my ear as we both gasp for breath.

After a few moments, I slide off of your softening cock to lie beside you. Wrapped in your arms with my head on your chest you kiss the top of my head as we drift off to sleep.

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She sank down lower into the steaming, hot water. Mickey had had one hell of a day, and she deserved this. She still didn’t know what she was going to do about that unsigned contract, but she would figure something out. She had tried calling her boss, but Maggie had been out. So Mickey had left a message, and said a silent prayer that her boss wouldn’t get it until morning. That would give her some time to decide how best to move forward.

That man made her lose all focus. All she could think about when she was with him was doing him. He’d gotten under her skin, as well as her clothes, and he drove her crazy. She felt as if he’d put her under some sort of spell, and it made Mickey uncomfortably out of sorts.

She ran her hands over her body, enjoying the slippery feel of her skin. Her body ached in places she’d forgotten she had. Two marathon sex sessions had her feeling tired, yet satisfied. She grabbed her sponge, poured some peach scented body wash on it, and began a slow scrub all over her ample body.

She wasn’t fat, but she was plump in places. Her large breasts, full hips, and lush butt made her feel awkward around those super thin women that seemed all the rage today. She had never been what you’d call beautiful, but she was pretty in an average way. Long brown hair, blue eyes, and perfect teeth…thanks to years of dental agony…Mickey was your everyday girl next door.

She was just letting her hair out of the clip holding it up so she could wash it, when she heard a knock at the door. Fearing a message from her boss, as she’d turned her cell and her room phone off, Mickey yelled out, “Just a minute,” and stood up.

Quickly getting out of the tub, she grabbed a towel. Mickey gave herself a quick dry off and grabbed her robe. Hastily tying the belt in a knot she headed for the door. “I’m coming, just a sec.”

In a hurry to get there before the person knocking on the door left, Mickey didn’t look through the peephole before snatching it open. Blocking out the light from the hall, and wearing that damn sexy grin, was Tim.

Her breath knocked from her lungs, Mickey could just stare up at him. He looked so good standing there leaning against the doorway. His gaze slowly drifted down her body, lingering at her cleavage. Taking in the water slowly dripping down her legs, he casually asked, “Did I interrupt your bath?”

“Um, yeah. I thought maybe you were someone from the front desk with a message or something.”

He laughed and said, “Well, sorry to disappoint you. You forgot your contract in my office, so I thought I’d bring it to you.”

Mickey sighed in relief. “Thank you so much. I didn’t even realize I had forgotten it until I got back here.”

“Yeah well, we were both a little distracted. Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down? I had to call about 10 different people to find out where you were staying.”

Mickey’s eyes widened in panic. “You didn’t tell anyone why you had to find me did you?!? My ass’ll be in a real sling if my boss finds out I left the contract behind.”

“No, I didn’t tell anyone. I just said I needed to change something. It was no big deal, and no one really asked any questions. I couldn’t even get a hold of Maggie. She’s your boss, right?”

“Yes, Maggie’s my boss,” Mickey replied. “I’m really grateful you found me, and for not saying anything about my mistake to anyone.”

Tim slid one of those sexy grins her way, “How grateful are you?” Again taking a leisurely look up and down her form.

Mickey suddenly remembered her current state of undress. Blushing a deep red, she looked down at her bare feet and said, “Will you excuse me while I…”

“…slip into something more comfortable?” Tim finished for her, that smile and those dimples still present on his face.

Mickey had to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The absurdity of this whole day finally catching up to her. Letting out a deep breath, Mickey said, “This has been one hell of a long day, and my brain is mush. I’m tired and hungry and cold as hell.”

“Look, why don’t you finish drying off, put something on, and I’ll order you up some food,” Tim suggested to her. And it all sounded wonderful to Mickey.

“That would be great. Anything to eat, no onions, and lots of it. Oh, and a Diet Dew to drink,” Mickey trailed off as she headed for the bathroom. Tim’s perusal of her luscious ass as she walked away went completely unnoticed.

He walked over to the phone, ordered her food, and went to sit on the couch. Tim’s mind was reeling. He’d never met anyone like Mickey before. She was definitely his type though. He wasn’t one of those guys that liked stick figure girls. He wanted a real woman, one with curves he could hold on to. And did Mickey ever have curves. Thinking about those curves had Tim semi-erect. He shifted around, trying to find a comfortable sitting position, and waited for her to come back.

In the bathroom, Mickey took a long look at herself in the mirror. She looked like hell. Messy hair up in a clip, no make up on, and fatigue bags under her bahis firmaları eyes. What could he possibly have seen in her? He was probably horny and she’d seemed like an easy target. And she had been, at least for him.

She took off her robe, bent to let the water out of the tub, and grabbed her towel. She briskly dried her skin, fixed her hair a little, and picked up her bag. She briefly considered putting on some professional attire, then decided against it. She dug for her pajamas, a tee shirt and some shorts, and got dressed. She just didn’t care anymore.

She walked back out into the room to see Tim making himself comfortable on the couch. He looked up when she entered the room. He took in her appearance and smiled. She looked adorable. And sexy as hell. That tee shirt did nothing to hide her figure. Her nipples showing through as if she were naked. Her shorts clung to her hips and ass like a second skin. His semi went to full hard in about 3 seconds.

She walked over to the opposite end of the couch and sat down, tucking her feet under her. “So, what did you order?” she asked him.

“I wasn’t sure if you were a health nut or not, so I got you a burger, fries and a salad. And no, I didn’t forget your Diet Dew,” he laughed in reply.

“Not a health nut, not with this body,” she laughed.

“I think you have a very healthy body…” his gaze locked on hers.

Mickey’s breath caught, and her mouth was dry. She snaked out her tongue to lick her lips. Now it was Tim’s turn to catch his breath. Seeing her pink tongue slip out and touch her lips, he started to lean towards her. He had to taste that tongue again.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Mickey jumped up and bolted for the door. She wanted that man again! She couldn’t help herself. Whenever he was near her, all she could think of was having him inside her.

She opened the door for the hotel employee. He brought in her tray of food, and set it on the table. She thanked him, signed her bill, and closed the door after him. She’d signed for him to get a massive tip, thinking he had just saved her from making another mistake.

Walking back to her end of the couch, she remarked, “Smells good.” She took the lid off her tray and grabbed a fry. “Wow, there’s enough food here to feed an army. Are you hungry?”

That was a loaded question. Tim was hungry all right. In more ways than one. “Yeah, I could eat.”

“Help yourself,” Mickey told him. And God help him, Tim wanted to. But what he wanted to help himself to was Mickey. Instead, he leaned over and grabbed some fries. Mickey was surprised.

“I thought all you pro athletes were health nuts?” Mickey asked with a grin. He laughed, and said, “Well, we’re supposed to be, but sometimes we give in to temptation.” The look he gave Mickey sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t know what to say, so she busied herself by cutting the burger in half. Damn, he made her uncomfortable when he said things like that.

They ate in silence for a while, the sexual tension building. When the food was gone, Mickey stood to put the lid back on the tray. As she was bent over, Tim’s lust took over. He grabbed her hips, turned her ass towards him, and bit one of her plump cheeks.

Mickey yelped in surprise. She turned around to face him, and he pulled her onto his lap. “What are you doing?” Mickey gasped in shock. “What do you think?” was Tim’s reply.

He reached around her head and took out the clip holding her hair. Sinking his hands into her hair, he pulled her head up and brushed his lips across hers. Mickey grabbed his shoulders to pull herself closer to him and deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding across his lower lip. Their breathing getting heavy, they broke the kiss and just looked into each others eyes for a moment.

Tim wrapped his arms around her and stood up. “What are you doing?” Mickey asked, her voice a shaky whisper.

“We’re going to do it right this time,” Tim’s voice equally shaky. He walked across the room to the bedroom door. Still holding Mickey close, he stepped over to the bed. He slowly let her down, letting as much of her body slide down his as possible. He leaned over and gave her another long, passionate kiss. His hands cupping her ass and pulling her hips up to meet his.

She felt his hot, throbbing cock against her. She leaned in closer, reaching her hands around to grab his ass as well. She wanted to crawl inside his clothes and feel his hot skin. She snaked her hands up under his shirt and felt his strong back muscles flex under her palms. Sliding her hands around to his chest and down his stomach, she lingered on the small patch of hair that trailed down into his jeans. She rubbed her finger up and down on that patch of hair.

Tim’s hands slid up her hips and under her shirt. Her skin was like fire, and his hands burned everywhere he touched. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to take it off, and then lunging back to her lips. His hands gently cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing lightly over her kaçak iddaa nipples. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back, pushing her tits more fully into his hands.

She needed to feel more of him, and started to pull his shirt up. He stopped kissing her, pulled his shirt off, and got down on his knees in front of her. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked on it hard, and she felt the pull everywhere. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his head closer to her.

Back and forth he moved, from one nipple to the other. His hands lay resting lightly on her hips, until he moved them up to the tops of her shorts. He ran his fingers under the waist band and started to pull them off her, never taking his mouth from her chest.

She lifted first one foot, then the other, so he could finish taking her shorts off. His hands slid over her ankles, around her calves, and back up to the front of her thighs. One hand slipping between her legs, his fingers finding her pussy hot and wet. He slipped his finger into her tight cavern, his thumb rubbing on her clit, all the while sucking her hard nipples.

Mickey gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She was going to have to lie down before she fell down. He kept rubbing her clit and she was so close to orgasm, her knees were shaking. Feeling her tremble, Tim removed his fingers and his mouth. Mickey whimpered in longing. He gently pushed her back until her knees bumped into the bed behind her, and she gratefully sank onto it, her hands reaching for him even as he crawled toward her.

He spread her knees as wide as they would go and bent his head to her cunt. He could smell her, the musky, sweet scent that was uniquely her. He kissed her moist, intimate lips. Slipping his finger back into her tight hole, he flicked his tongue over her clit in rapid butterfly flutters. He kept up his assault on her clit while slipping another finger into her. She was so wet, her juices flowing freely from her. He loved the way she tasted and couldn’t get enough.

Mickey was so close. And when she felt him adding a third finger to her pussy, she lost control. Legs shaking, back arching, she let out a wrenching groan and tumbled over the edge. Tim’s mouth opening over her pussy to catch as much of her cum as he could. She lay there, a quivering mess, trying to regain control of her mind and body.

Mickey sat up, and grabbing his face, kissed him deeply, her taste still on his tongue. She wanted to give him a mind altering blow job, wanted him to feel the way she did. She stood up, and said huskily to him, “Take off your jeans and get on the bed.” He stood slowly, unbuttoning his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, and in one neat stroke, slid down his jeans and boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed, the cover damp where Mickey had just been. He took his jeans off, then his socks, and looked into Mickey’s eyes.

She knelt down and spread his legs so she could sit between them. Taking his hard shaft in her hand, she bent her head and sucked one ball into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over it, feeling it tighten. She let it pop out of her mouth and began on his other ball. Letting go of that one, she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue when she got to the head. Mickey opened her mouth and slid his dick in. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of his huge member as she could, jacking her hand on what she couldn’t get in her mouth.

Tim’s hands wound into her hair, as he started to pump his hips. They developed a rhythm, as he slowly fucked her mouth, she slowly jacked him off. She would stop and come up for air occasionally, still stroking his cock and reaching down to rub his balls. Mickey wanted to taste him, to feel his jizz coating her throat. She ever so lightly grazed her teeth up his cock, and smiled to herself at his sudden intake of breath.

Tim could feel his orgasm building. As much as he wanted this to last, he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. And when Mickey’s teeth slid over his cock, he felt the tingle all the way to his toes. Giving his balls a nice, firm squeeze, Mickey sucked his dick hard, slipping up to the head to flick her tongue in his slit. With one hand jacking him faster, and her other hand gripping his balls, Tim started to cum. His groan was animalistic, and his hips came off the bed, forcing his cock deep into Mickey’s mouth.

It took her four swallows, but she drank it all. He tasted salty, yet sweet, and Mickey knew she’d never forget his flavor. She savored him on her tongue, waiting for him to come back to Earth.

When Tim could think again, he opened his eyes and looked down at Mickey. She was smiling up at him, looking like a sexy minx. He leaned over, grabbed her upper arms, and pulled her up to him. He gave her another of those mind reeling kisses and stood up, dragging her off the floor. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, laying on top of her and covering her body with his.

They kissed and cuddled for a while, letting the tension build up, and their bodies kaçak bahis recover a bit. By the time Mickey felt his legs slide between hers and the head of his cock at her pussy, they were both ready for another go. He slid into her easily, she was so wet again. He moved in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, letting their passions build.

Tim wanted it to be perfect for her. Not an over zealous romp in a cramped bathroom, or teenage fuck fest on a couch. He wanted to make love to this woman. He’d never cared about it before, but with Mickey it was different. Tim wanted to make her feel like she never had before.

Mickey was in heaven. Tim was doing things to her that she’d only fantasized about while using her vibrator. His slow, lingering pace was sexy and sensual. He was kissing her neck, nibbling her ear lobe, and caressing her skin with deliberately soft strokes.

Tim kept up his leisurely ministrations, slowly stroking his cock in and out of Mickey’s tight, wet hole. He moved his head from where he’d been licking her collar bone to look into her eyes. She looked back at him with dreamy lust, arching up to kiss the cleft in his chin before claiming his mouth.

The kissing seemed to increase their passion, and Tim’s pace picked up, his cock moving ever rapidly inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting him as deep in her cunt as she could get him. He took the hint, and began pumping harder and deeper into her hot hole. Lifting her ass off the bed, Mickey felt Tim’s groin pounding on her clit, and another mind blowing orgasm raced through her body. She squeezed her pussy muscles tight around his shaft, holding him in her.

Tim was shocked at the suddenness of Mickey’s orgasm. And when she clenched her cunt on his cock, Tim felt himself being taken over the edge, his cum rocketing out from his dick to splatter against the walls of her pussy. He lay on top of her, his breath ragged and his heart pounding.

Mickey wrapped her arms around Tim, enjoying his weight on her. Her breath slowing and her heart regaining a normal rhythm. She rubbed her hands over his sweat slicked back, kissing and licking his shoulder, loving the taste of his skin. For the first time in a long time, she was totally relaxed. She had needed a day like this, she just didn’t realize how much until right this minute. Too many late nights and early mornings trying to build her reputation at work had left her neglecting herself.

Tim raised his head to look at Mickey. “Hey, you still with me?” he asked her, his dimples making an appearance.

“Yeah, still here,” she replied, a lazy smile on her face.

He rolled off of her and she ached to pull him back. He was right next to her, his hand resting lightly on her thigh, but she missed his weight on her. And she shivered from the cold air, goose bumps popping up on her flesh.

“Are you cold?” Tim asked her.

“Yes, I’m freezing,” she answered, folding her arms over her chest.

“Sit up a sec,” Tim told her, as he started to stand. He reached over and pulled the blankets down, Mickey diving under them as fast as she could. Tim joined her, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. She flung one leg over his, needing to feel as much of him against herself as she could. Her cold toes brushing against his calf, Tim let out a little gasp.

“Damn, you have cold feet woman!”

Mickey let out a husky laugh, “Too bad for you, huh?”

“You know the punishment for rubbing your cold toes on me, don’t you?” he asked.

Mickey just giggled. Tim turned his head to look at her, his green eyes twinkling.

“You rub your cold toes on me, I get to rub something hot on you. That’s the deal.”

“That doesn’t sound like a punishment, it sounds wonderful,” Mickey said, looking into his eyes, no longer ashamed of her behavior.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t say what I was going to rub on you, or where I was going to rub it,” Tim’s deep voice husky with renewed lust.

Mickey felt his hand slide down her back to squeeze one firm ass cheek. She stiffened in apprehension, fearing where this was going. She’d never let a man fuck her in the ass before. In fact, Tim was the first person she’d ever even let lick or finger her ass. And he had that monster dong. It stretched her pussy to the point of pain. Imagining that thing in her ass made her cringe.

He put one finger under her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. He must have seen the fear, because he leaned in to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I would never do anything that you didn’t want to, and I’d never hurt you.”

Mickey looked at him, really looked at him. This guy was a virtual stranger. They’d fallen into each others arms about 15 minutes after they’d met. Their whole “relationship” was 3 fuck fests. She knew next to nothing about him. And yet, for some inexplicable reason, she trusted him. She believed what he said about not hurting her. Thinking back, he’d never tried to fuck her without eating her pussy first, getting her as wet as possible before slipping that massive tool into her tight hole. And she had liked the way his tongue and hands had felt working over her asshole. Her decision made, Mickey looked up into that gorgeous face, “You’ll go really slow, right?”

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Jasmine opened the invitation she held clutched in her hand eagerly. She had been waiting on it for a week, knowing it was coming but not what was inside. Bruce would give her no clues but told her she would be surprised. She read through it slowly,

You are Cordially Invited to a Halloween Costume Ball

When: Saturday, October 30, 2004

Time: 8:00 p.m.

Where: The old, abandoned house on Wilshire Road

Come dressed in your costume. Don’t be late!

Jasmine’s heart plunged to her stomach when she read where the party was being held. The Wilshire Road house, the “haunted house” as so many referred to it. She knew it was only made up stories that were told to kids to keep them from playing in the decrepit old place, to keep them from getting hurt. She had heard the stories growing up many times and had never gone to the house as a kid or even now as an adult. She was a very superstitious woman and had heeded the warnings all her life, but now, now she was faced with her worst irrational fear. She would have to go to the house, actually go inside of the legendary “Haunted House of Wilshire Road”.

The house was said to have been owned by a mean spirited man back in the early 1800’s. It is said that he was a womanizer. That he kept many mistresses, some of who disappeared without a trace when they had tried to break off the relationship. Lore tells that he had killed them, that they were buried in the walls of the house itself as well as the surrounding grounds of the estate. The story that was told to children was that his dark, evil spirit still dwelled in the house. That he walks the rooms of the place looking for his wife who had went mad because of the murders of his mistresses.

It is also said that she was made to help him get rid of the bodies and that on October 31st, 1804 she killed her husband, chopped him into pieces with an axe and burned the pieces in the fireplace. And on every October 31st since, the restless spirits of the woman he killed can be seen dancing in the great ballroom as if celebrating the death of their cruel master.

Jasmine’s heart was pounding wildly, her palms were sweaty, and her face was pale as a ghost. How appropriate that analogy…pale as a ghost.

Trying to put the thought of the old house out of her mind she turned her attention to the package that the invitation had been attached to. Long, rectangular and wrapped in plain brown paper. She studied the box for a few moments, turning it this way and that, shaking it and listening for any clue as to what might be inside. Finally, her curiosity getting the better of her, she ripped the paper away quickly and tossed the lid aside hastily. She gasped at what she saw inside. Bruce, her boyfriend, had thought of everything. He had picked out her costume, a deep red velvet ball gown. It was trimmed with black lace around the low scooping neck and had sheer black/red sleeves that were speckled with silver glitter. A masquerade mask was included in the package, black with red and silver glitter and a dainty pair of silver shoes. She held up a pair of fishnet stockings and smiled.

When she lifted the dress out of the box to get a better look at it she found a small plastic bag in the bottom. It contained all of the things she would need aside from the clothes, blood red lipstick and nail polish, other makeup, and a set of beautiful silver pins for her hair. She ran her fingers lazily over the bag of items; she was amazed at how he had thought of even the smallest details.

Shortly before eight p.m. Jasmine pulled into the long winding lane that led to the Wilshire Road house. She was nervous, about as nervous as she had ever been in her life. Her pulse beat violently in her head, her palms were slick with sweat, her skin was cool and clammy. Her stomach was doing somersaults when it wasn’t sinking to her knees. She couldn’t believe she had come here, that she never tried to back out of the invitation even once in the past week.

The headlights of her car lit the winding dirt road lined with overgrown bushes and trees that looked as though they were reaching for her. She crept along slowly, dodging potholes that looked as if they’d swallow her little Ford Festiva. Her eyes darted from one side of the road to the other, like she was expecting someone, or some thing to come lumbering out of the thick copse of trees at any moment.

Jasmine hit the brakes; suddenly she was looking up at the towering, ominous looking front gate that seemed to have materialized right before her. It was in surprisingly good shape, the wrought iron looked almost new instead of over 200 years old. She noticed the initials that were on the gate, M B, made of twisted iron, they seemed familiar to her but she couldn’t place why. Just past the gate the house caught her attention, it looked so well kept, nothing like she had imagined it would. In her mind she was expecting to see a place with boards hanging half off bahis firmaları the outside walls, vines creeping up and over the windows, rickety stairs and broken shutters that banged into the walls in the wind.

She had started to relax a little when the house didn’t meet her expectations. The house that was in front of her didn’t conjure images of evil or wicked Masters; it could have just as easily been a historical manor open to tourist. She sat there taking in all the beauty of the house when the creaking of the iron gates startled her back to reality. They were opening to let her pass… but how? There was no one here to open them. Surely they weren’t on some kind of sensor, which would be to modern for such an old place and besides who would put sensors on an abandoned house? “Bruce”, she said aloud, he had thought of everything else for her for that night, why not put automatic openers on the gates. Bruce, after six months he was still as much a mystery to her as he was the first time they met. Yet she had fallen head over heals for him in no time.

Jasmine moved forward, slowly guiding her car around the fountain that still sat in splendid glory only feet away from the door. Turning off the ignition she gave herself a once over in the rearview mirror and smoothed back her hair before fixing her mask over her eyes. Just as she was reaching for the handle to get out, the door opened for her. She screamed, looking up into the fathomless black eyes of a man she’d never seen before. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to speak although her mind raced with a million questions. Where had he come from? She didn’t see anyone walk in front of the car and she would have surely seen anyone who had walked behind it while she looked in the rearview mirror. Who was he? What was he going to do to her? Why was he here?

“Good evening Mistress Jasmine. Master Billings is waiting for you in the parlor”; his voice was low and deep, almost monotone. “Canterbury, the butler, will meet you in the foyer and show you the way”.

Mistress Jasmine? Master Billings? Who spoke like that now – a – days, Jasmine thought. A butler? “Bruce sure was going all out to make this feel like the real thing”, she mumbled as she climbed the steps to the door. When she reached the large wooden door she looked back over her shoulder. The eerie man that had helped her from her car was gone, like he’d vanished into thin air, just as he had appeared.

Jasmine opened the door slowly, peering around it, looking inside cautiously. The old wood cracked on its hinges as she pushed it wider, the sound echoed in the cavern of the foyer as well as in her ears. She stepped just inside; holding the door open, ready to sprint back to her car if the need should present itself. She looked around for Canterbury, the butler. It was dark and shadowy, only lit by a few burning candles and two torches mounted to opposite sides of the walls at the far end of the room. There was a dank, musty smell, a smell of decay that filled and stung her nostrils, although the place looked relatively clean for being abandoned.

Jasmine released her vice like grip on the door and walked farther into the entry. She noticed pictures hanging on the walls but couldn’t make out what or who they were in the dim light. And then just as she was about to swipe a cobweb from one of them the door slammed shut and she heard footsteps coming toward her from down an adjacent hall. Her heart skipped and thudded in her chest. “Why are you so scared”, she asked herself over and over? “Bruce is here, there is nothing to be afraid of and he would never let anything happen to you”. Jasmine turned to look down the hall in the direction of the footsteps, a short, round figure started to take shape in the shadows as it drew closer.

“Good evening Mistress. I am Canterbury, if you will follow me, the Master is waiting for you, this way, in the parlor”, he gestured with his arm the direction for her to follow and started off without waiting for any reply.

Jasmine followed him hesitantly, staying a good distance behind him, not wanting to get close enough that he could reach out and grab her. She made mental notes of the hall she entered in relation to the front door should she need to make a hasty exit. Noticing bright light coming from a room just ahead she reasoned that it was the parlor and that Bruce would be there, waiting for her.

Her assumption was correct. When she turned the corner to enter the room she saw Bruce standing on the opposite side, leaning against the wall by the fireplace which had logs blazing in the hearth. She sank into herself, relieved to see him; she smiled at him while Canterbury asked if there would be anything more before he retired for the night.

“That will be all, Canterbury. Thank you. You may go”, with a wave of dismissal Bruce motioned for him to leave them alone.

After Canterbury had left Jasmine practically ran across the room to Bruce, throwing kaçak iddaa her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

When she finally broke from his embrace Jasmine had a look of confusion on her face, why was Bruce ordering the man around like he was a common servant? If he had hired him to give the illusion of being master of the manor then why did he send him home for the night when none of the other guests have arrived yet? And where were the other guests, shouldn’t they have been here by now, the invitation said 8:00 P.M…. Don’t be late? She was curious and she let it be known, she asked him those very questions as she let her fingers play across his chest and in his hair.

“Ahh, Jasmine. Sweet, innocent flower of my heart, you ask so many questions, where should I begin. There are many things you do not know about me. Answers will come as the night wears on, but first, let me ask you a question. Would you have come here tonight if I had told you that you were going to be the only guest at this party, that this party was just for you”?

She looked at him, puzzled, “Why am I the only one you invited”?

Bruce pulled her to him, crushing her to his muscular chest tightly. His lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue delved between her soft, pouty lips as he sucked and pulled gently at the tender flesh. His hands began to move over her body, kneading and caressing. Gliding down her back to her round buttocks and back up and across her bare shoulders.

Jasmine moaned into his mouth, her fears dissipating like fog in the morning sun under his touch. She pressed herself into him harder, feeling the warmth of his body penetrate her dress, her skin and her soul. He was always able to make her forget everything with his kisses and touch. He made everything else seem so unimportant when he held her like this. She already could care less that she was the only one here with him, alone… in this house.

Bruce brought a hand between them, cupping her breast, fondling the supple flesh tenderly. His fingers worked her already erect nipple diligently as he deepened the kiss, bruising her lips with his passion. Finally, breaking away breathlessly, he took her hand and started to lead her to the doorway through which she had entered earlier. She followed, trusting, holding his hand tightly. She was intoxicated by their passion, she would do anything he asked at this moment, anything to make him hold her again and kiss her so lustfully.

When they entered the dark hall Bruce made a left turn, leading them farther into darkness. He felt Jasmine tighten her grip on his hand, and he, sensing her apprehension, spoke to her to ease her mind.

“It’s OK. Don’t be scared, I’m taking us to another room where I can show you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. I’ll be with you the whole time, I won’t leave you. Trust me”

Jasmine’s heart pounded in her ears as she repeated his words over and over in her mind, “more pleasure then you’ve ever known”, she sighed and moaned softly. She liked the sound of that; she was already so aroused from his kisses and caresses. She loosened her grip a little as she let him lead her through the black corridor. Not far ahead she saw dim light coming from under a door. Her pulse quickened in anticipation, again repeating his words in her mind. When they reached the door he pushed it open slowly, leading her inside. A fire was burning in the hearth in this room as well. She looked around, noting how empty the room was save for two chairs and a side table by the fireplace.

Bruce dropped her hand and strode to the decanter on the side table. He poured them both a glass of brandy, hoping the drink would relax Jasmine a bit more. Hoping it would loosen her up and make her susceptible to his plan. He had so much to show her, so much to tell her. He needed her to be as calm and open minded as possible if she was going to accept everything he had in store for her. As he finished pouring the brandy into the second glass he felt her brush against him. He turned to face her, smiling at her as he handed her the drink.

“Here, drink this and have a seat. We can sit and talk for a bit and warm up by the fire”, Bruce took her hand as she sat into the chair closest to the hearth.

As she sat down and settled herself into the large, high back chair she asked him, “Why have you gone to such measures to have me here…at this house? Why the gown if there wasn’t going to be a party? And I guess the real question…why this house”? Jasmine looked around the room again as she asked the last question and sipped at her glass, peering over the rim at him.

“Alright my sweet, I suppose it is time for some answers”, Bruce said, chuckling a little under his breath at knowing the answers were not going to make her feel any more comfortable. “First off, why this house? Well, I have told you that I was adopted when I was very young and that I have been searching for my birth family kaçak bahis for some time. My search has led me to so many dead ends, false leads and disappointments. A month ago I came across some information that finally panned out and I found my family. I traced my family tree and found that this house had belonged to my great-great grandfather. No one in the family had wanted it I was told, because of the story that goes with it, so I bought it”, sipping his brandy he hesitated, waiting for her to ask the question that he knew was imminent after revealing he had found his family, and she didn’t disappoint him.

“Oh Bruce, that’s wonderful. I’m so happy that you found your family. Have you contacted them? Have you met with them”, her excitement for him carried over into her words. She knew he had been searching for so long to find who he was…where he came from.

“No, I haven’t yet met my parents. I have only met a sister that I didn’t know I had. She is very beautiful, so charming and witty”, he smirked at the last of his statements. “When I met her I didn’t tell her who I was, we met at a coffee house where I heard she hung out. I went there and waited for her, I introduced myself and we hit it off and talked for hours”, Bruce had changed a few of the details of his meeting with his sister, it wasn’t important that Jasmine knowing everything just yet.

Bruce stood in front of Jasmine and knelt at her feet. He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. When he had adorned the last one with a kiss he leaned in and brushed her lips with his. Releasing her hands, his made their way up her arms to her shoulders and pulled her to him, kissing her more passionately, parting her lips hungrily with his tongue, probing her mouth.

Jasmine returned his kisses with as much enthusiasm and fever as he showed for her. She sighed softly as he caressed her back, letting her hands weave through his hair as she became drunk with lust. Never before had a man made her feel so much, so deeply. Never had a man made her this weak from just a kiss.

Pulling his lips from hers he moved to her neck, licking and nibbling between kisses on the velvety flesh. He spoke a word at a time as he continued to let his lips and tongue play across the soft skin. “Do…you…trust…me, Jasmine”?

With her head lulled back in ecstasy she moaned the word, “Yes”.

Bruce stood, pulling her up with him. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and crushed her breasts to his chest as he placed butterfly kisses across her eyelids, her forehead and nose. “Will you do something for me, my sweet”, he asked in a husky voice laced with arousal?

“Yes, anything. Just tell me what you want”, she panted, her voice raspy with desire.

Bruce’s hands slid slowly up and down her back, finally coming to rest on the top hook that closed the back of the dress. He opened it effortlessly and moved on to the next, and the next when she gave no protest. When he had released the last of the hooks he slid the dress off of her shoulders, down her arms, until it pooled around her waist. He kept his eyes locked on hers the whole time. Watching her reaction, looking for apprehension and finding none.

Jasmine had wanted him to take her so many times, but she didn’t want to make the first move. She waited patiently for months for him to initiate more than a kiss, now, it was finally happening. She moaned loudly as his hands cupped her breasts through the red, lace bra that he had sent with the dress. His fingers trailed down the cleft of her cleavage as they made their way to the release on the front of the bra. She shivered uncontrollably with excitement. His hands felt hot against her skin, smooth and tender.

Bruce bent forward to take her erect nipple between his lips. He sucked it gently, his tongue making lazy circles around the nub, causing it to harden even more. “Mmm, Jasmine”, he groaned as he stood upright, looking into her eyes. Her lids were weighted with desire, half open, as she stared at him. He knew he could get her to do whatever he asked from this point on. He knew it was time to move on to the next part of his plan. Taking her by the hand he led her backward into the shadowed part of the room. She followed him, as if under some kind of spell, not thinking of anything but wanting his hands and mouth on her body again.

Completely surrounded by darkness in the back of the room, she felt Bruce moving around her. First removing her dress from her hips, sliding it down her legs, leaving the fishnet stockings in place. She felt him raise her arms over her head and her wrists being bound tightly to something above. She could have protested but she kept silent, anticipating what would come next. She didn’t wait long before she felt her legs being gently spread wide and then bound just as tenderly, held firmly in a spread eagle position. He removed her mask from her eyes; she had forgotten it was still on. Silence, thundered in her ears as loud as her heartbeat. Where was he she thought? She had not felt him near her for several minutes.

“Bruce, are you there”? Her voice betrayed the calm she was trying to show.

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Previously on “Midnight Movie Club” – Four college students cross paths at the beginning of their freshman year at Farragut College; military brat and film lover Julie Wyndham, laid back musician Cole Scales, modern-day flower child Eleanor Freeman, and kind and outgoing Alexander de’Armound.

The first Saturday night at college ends with the sharing of a dorm room for passionate sex between Cole and Eleanor, and Julie and Alexander. A get-together the next night to discuss matters leads to another round of vigorous lovemaking between the pairings before the first week of class begins.

As classes finish on Friday, a severe thunderstorm hits campus, causing Julie and Cole to seek shelter in her dorm room as the power goes out. The pouring rain provides the catalyst for the two freshmen to sleep together. Having drifted off to sleep at the storm continues to rage, neither of them is aware of Eleanor coming into the room and seeing them intertwined in Julie’s bed…

X X X X X

“This is our year!” Illuminated by the blue-white glow of the nearby lantern, the young woman looked like a vengeful spirit as she jabbed a finger in Alexander’s direction.

“I think being in the dark has affected your perception of reality.” Alexander crossed his arms over his chest, standing his emotional ground. As opposed to the young woman’s excitement, he was keeping his cool, despite his passion for this particular topic. “The Cup is coming to Seattle. The only thing the Timbers are taking home is that stupid chainsaw your mascot uses.”

The young woman leaned forward, looming like a gargoyle. Alexander gauged her height to be a shade more than six feet tall, although it was hard to tell as she was sitting across from him. “Who knocked who out of the playoffs last year? Oh, that’s right, we did.”

Alexander waved a dismissive hand. “You won on penalties. That’s like kissing your sister.”

“A win in a win,” she responded.

A proud smirk crossed Alexander’s face. “Oh, like how Seattle beat Portland three weeks ago?”

“Don’t you mean how Portland beat Seattle back in July? Oh, wait.” She tapped a finger against her chin. “Don’t you mean how Portland knocked Seattle out of the Open Cup back in June?”

He kept the cocky look on his face. “Let’s count,” Alexander answered back. He held his arm straight out, fingers extended from his hand. He curled each finger down one at a time as he talked. “Four US Open Cups, one Supporter’s Shield…” With one hand curled into a fist, Alexander lifted the index finger on his other hand. “…and one MLS Cup. The Timbers have, what, one MLS Cup?”

“Which we won in 2015. Before you won yours. But hey, follow the leader.” The young woman’s smile was almost predatory in the lantern’s light. “There’s no pity in Rose City.”

Alexander met her challenge, leaning forward on the love seat with a steely glare in his eyes. “Roll on Columbia, roll on.”

From a couch off to the side, a male voice said quietly, “I don’t even like soccer, but I could watch these two argue all day.”

Alexander stared at the young woman, who looked back without flinching, her eyes narrow. After a few moments, Alexander pulled back. “The Thorns are pretty good though,” he admitted with a casual shrug.

“Yeah, Reign FC isn’t too bad.” The young woman sat upright, a loose smile on her face.

“Who the hell are the Thorns and Reign FC,” asked the same male voice.

“Women’s soccer teams.” The young woman studied Alexander for a brief moment before standing up and moving around the table. “Susan,” she offered, extending a hand towards him. “Susan Woods, Timbers Army. Don’t call me Sue.”

“Alexander de’Armound, Emerald City Supporters.” Alexander managed not to wince as Susan gave him a firm handshake complete with a tight squeeze of his hand. “Please call me Alexander.”

“So,” a female sitting in a nearby loveseat called out, “you two going to kiss now?”

Susan let go of Alexander’s hand, smiling proudly as he rubbed his wrist. “Not my type,” she answered. “Alexander here doesn’t look like he knows how to use a chainsaw.”

“Probably for the best,” Alexander laughed. “I like having four limbs, all ten fingers, and one important male body part attached.”

His comment brought about a round of chuckles and a handful of groans from the dozen or so young men and women gathered in the dark lobby of McMaster Hall. With power disrupted from the storm that was blowing through the area, the only source of light came from the electric Coleman lantern provided by the dorm’s security guard. At the moment the guard was walking the building, checking in with the Resident Advisor on each floor to ensure everything was OK, leaving the students in the lobby to pass the time while waiting out the bad weather. The wind had died down and the booming thunder had quieted to dull rumbles. However, the heavy downpour that was in the process of turning the grassy square outside the dorm into a shallow pond offered proof that the storm still had teeth.

Alexander had been sitting bahis firmaları quietly in the lobby, watching the storm from the comfort of a loveseat, along with several of his dorm mates when the power went out. After a few seconds of darkness, an intense blue-white glow filled the lobby as Sherry placed a Coleman lantern, the kind used by hikers and campers, on the counter of the security desk. As the bright light from the lantern met the dull silver of the storm, Alexander settled back in his love seat. “So,” he said as he stretched his legs out, “who’s got some scary stories to tell in the dark?”

No one offered a campfire tale, but Alexander’s comment proved to be an icebreaker. While Sherry checked in with the Chief of Security, the small group of students began lightly chatting with one another. The lack of electricity proved to be a potent social lubricant. The polite conversation about the powerful storm gave way to talk about the first week of classes, before slowly morphing into a discussion about the first week of campus life of the students. Over the course of the next two hours, the composition of the group changed, some participants leaving to be replaced soon after by a passerby or curious onlooker, attracted by the Coleman lantern that Sherry had placed in the middle of the group before heading out on her rounds, flashlight in hand. The crowd would top out at a dozen people, a baker’s dozen for a few minutes at one point, and not everyone took part in the conversation. Some were content to just listen.

At the center was Alexander, but not as a speaker. The blackout was a great opportunity to get to know people while also learning about them, and the young man took full advantage. He kept quiet for the most part aside from offering comments or answering a question directed towards him. Instead, he facilitated the conversation, smoothly interjecting when a lull was evident and chaining topics together to keep the conversation flowing and civil.

Until a tall, muscular brunette sat down directly across from Alexander so that the lantern illuminated the fitted green cap she wore. As soon as he noticed the white woodman’s ax set atop a yellow symbol, Alexander couldn’t help himself. “Portland Timbers, huh?” The brunette nodded. “Well,” he shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”

The comment had immediately gotten the young woman’s attention. She studied Alexander for a brief moment before responding. “Ugh,” she said, drawing out the word, “don’t tell me I’m dealing with a Whitecaps supporter.”

The alluded association with Vancouver, the hated rival of both Portland and Seattle, immediately caused Alexander to sit up straight in his chair. “Sounders supporter, thank you very much.”

“God, that’s even worse.”

The resulting smack talk, despite the passion that underlined it, was all in good fun. “Next Saturday night,” Susan told Alexander as she settled back in her chair, “a bunch of us are getting together in the student union to watch Portland vs. Real Salt Lake. You’re more than welcome to join us, Alexander. I won’t even mind if you root for Salt Lake.”

“Are you kidding me? There’s one personal rule I’ll never break, and that’s never date inside your conference, let alone cheer inside of it.”

Susan laughed quietly at Alexander’s comment. “Good luck finding a Toronto FC supporter on campus.”

“Whoa.” Alexander put his hands over his mouth as he burst out in laughter. “That’s just cold, Susan.”

“I don’t want to be rude,” a young man said from the edge of the circle, “but can we move on from the soccer talk? It’s like a foreign language to me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Susan gestured towards the young man in apology. “Alexander here hit a button. So, anyone else here from Oregon?” As the conversation switched gears, Alexander’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text message waiting for him.

It’s Eleanor. I’m bored. Mind if I come hang out?

Sure, he responded. It’s just me though. I don’t know where Cole is.

That’s fine. You’ll do in a pinch. Eleanor’s comment was followed by a winking emoji.

I’m in the lobby. Let me know when you’re on your way. Be careful with the rain.

Thanks. On my way now.

During a momentary pause in dialogue, Alexander got to his feet, his legs protesting after sitting for nearly two hours. “Pardon me for a moment,” he told the group. “A friend of mine is coming over to hang out and I don’t want to leave her in this rain for a moment longer than necessary.”

“Her?” Susan rested her elbow on the armrest of the couch. “Friend of yours, or a ‘friend’ of yours?”

“A friend,” Alexander said with a smile. “No quotation marks involved or implied.” With that, he headed towards the front doors of McMaster Hall. The light from the Coleman was little more than a faint brushstroke of blue against the remainder of the lobby as any source of illumination, be it electrical or natural, was swallowed up by the storm. Through the windows Alexander could see the clouds moving to the south however, heralding the kaçak iddaa oncoming end of the foul weather even as it attempted to maintain its fury.

Across the square, Samuelson Hall was obscured by the pouring rain. Alexander didn’t notice the figure running towards his dorm until they were passing the statue of Admiral David Farragut in the center of the commons. It wasn’t until they were climbing the front steps that Alexander recognized Eleanor, soaking wet from the downpour, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He immediately opened the doors for her. The quiet conversation of the nearby students was replaced by the rapid sound of raindrops hitting the ground. “Come on in,” he urged, waving her inside. “Why don’t you have an umbrella?”

“I forgot to pack mine from home,” Eleanor groused as Alexander closed the door behind her, “along with my freaking poncho.” Her dirty blonde hair was pressed flat against her scalp, weighed down by the rain. The sundress she wore, a pale green number covered with small pink flowers, clung to her body. Water dripped from the hem, soaking in the textured rubber mat. “I threw some spare clothes in here,” she said, tugging on the strap of her backpack. “Can I change in your room?”

“Of course.” Alexander gestured towards the back of the lobby. “My room is one flight up. Come on.” With a friendly wave of au revoir to his fellow students, he led Eleanor towards the stairs.

After several steps Eleanor reached out to take his arm. “One sec,” she told him. “Wet sandals on a tile floor. Not a good combination.” Using Alexander for balance Eleanor stepped out of her sandals and placed them in his offered hand. She kept hold of his arm as they resumed their trip across the lobby towards the door leading to the second floor of McMaster Hall.

The emergency lighting in the stairwell painted the narrow space with an eerie orange glow. Thoughts of the horror movie Alexander had watched with Julie pushed their way into his head as they climbed the steps. The fact that the second-floor hallway was also flooded with the same muted radiance did little to soothe what Alexander knew was an irrational discomfort. Still, it was a relief that Alexander and Cole’s dorm room was located almost directly across from the exit to the stairwell. “Nice location,” Eleanor stated as Alexander unlocked his door.

“It is,” Alexander agreed. “I haven’t taken the elevator since moving day” He swung open the door and motioned for Eleanor to step inside. “After you. To warn you, it’s a bit cluttered. Saturday is when Cole and I take the time to clean.”

“Yeeeeeeeeeah,” Eleanor said as she walked in, “you don’t have to worry about me judging you guys. The darkness is doing a great job of covering up the mess.”

Alexander peeked over Eleanor’s shoulder as he followed her. “I find myself in utter agreement with you,” he said as he closed the door behind him. The curtains on both windows were drawn, cutting off even the meager light spilling in from the storm outside. The dorm room was a collection of outlines of furniture edged with threads of black and the palest white. “Would you like me to turn on my cell phone light,” he asked.

“Nah. This won’t be the first time I changed clothes in the dark. Which side of the room is yours?”

“The left side. What would be your side in your room.”

Eleanor dipped her shoulder to allow the backpack to slide down her arm onto the bed. “So you have no idea where Cole is?”

“Not a clue.” Alexander shrugged. “He said he was going to the library to listen to music for the History of Jazz class he’s so…well, jazzed for. Any clue on your roommate’s whereabouts?”

“She’s somewhere around,” Eleanor answered. “Anyway, I’m bored. Wanna fuck?”

X X X X X

Eleanor’s smirk was lost in the dark as she could practically hear Alexander’s brain freeze up at her question. “I’m…sorry? What did you just ask me?”

Her response was to reach down and pull the bottom of her doused sundress away from her thighs. A wet squelching noise accompanied the motion as Eleanor peeled the clothing from her body. The fabric tugged at her skin like Saran Wrap as she dragged it over her head. The warm stuffy air of a dorm room without air conditioning reacted with the residual water of the storm on Eleanor’s skin, providing her with a pleasant external tingle that coordinated with the internal one that had built between her legs in the past half hour “I asked,” she said, dropping the sundress to the floor with a wet thud, “wanna fuck?”

This time Alexander made a clearly audible noise. A sharp gasp came from the young man as he realized that Eleanor had been nude underneath her sundress. She stood before him, completely naked. One hand rested on her hip as it was cocked to the side. “I…um…yes. Yes, I do. As often as possible.”

Pause.

“Wait, are you offering?”

Eleanor’s reaction was a genuine facepalm. She pinched the bridge of her nose as a slight headache began to form. “Yes,” she sighed. “I am offering to both fuck you and let you fuck me.”

“Oh. kaçak bahis OK…sure. Sure.”

“Your lack of enthusiasm is actually making my vagina drier, Alexander.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry.” Eleanor’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to allow her to see Alexander’s shoulders slump. “Your question caught me off guard,” he explained, “that’s all. I honestly expected to just hang out with you until the power came back on. This…” He made a rolling motion with his hands. “…I needed a second to mentally switch gears.” Alexander rolled his shoulders back before squaring up with Eleanor. “Would you mind asking me again?”

Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh at the sincerity of Alexander’s request. “Sure,” she chuckled. “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes.”

Eleanor nodded at Alexander’s confirmation. The sultry confidence in her body language gradually morphed into confusion as Alexander remained in place, looking her in the eyes instead of at her naked body. “What are you waiting for,” she inquired after a moment.

“I’m waiting on you,” he answered with uncertainty. “Are you waiting on me?”

For a brief moment, Eleanor debated peeling her inundated sundress from the carpet and heading back to her dorm. Instead, she gave Alexander a simple nod. After answering with one of his own, he stepped forward hesitantly. Eleanor put her hands on her hips once again, reassuming her alluring posture. She waited patiently as Alexander now stood before her. His entire body trembled, hopefully with anticipation. Now Alexander’s eyes took in her nude form. Eleanor smiled as the young man nervously licked his lips…

…and reached out to touch her boobs.

The word ‘boobs’ seemed appropriate considering the cautious nature Alexander displayed as he ran his finger over, along, and under her firm mounds. Flashbacks to eighth grade and Marcus Taylor’s clumsy hands in the loft of her family’s barn rolled through Eleanor’s head at Alexander’s touch. Even the brush of his fingers against Eleanor’s nipples failed to provide any hint of a spark.

With an annoyed grumble, Eleanor reached up and grabbed hold of Alexander’s wrists, pulling them away from her chest. “I know you’re not a virgin,” she groused. “I’ve watched you and Julie bang.” Even in the deep gray of the lightless dorm room, the look on her friend’s face immediately brought to mind the image of a wounded puppy. “Oh my…come here.” She took Alexander’s hands in hers, letting them fall in between their bodies. Idly swinging their hands back and forth, Eleanor smiled at him reassuringly. “Honest question. Am I coming on too strong?”

“Kinda,” Alexander answered. “It’s that you’re coming on at all,” he said as Eleanor gave him a puzzled look. “It was never the girls who initiated physical relations with me in four years of high school. Now I haven’t even finished my first week of college and two incredibly alluring young women have propositioned me.” He nodded to the downpour outside before inclining his head towards Eleanor’s naked body. “Half of me is afraid this is some beautiful dream and I’m going to wake up any minute.”

“And the other half?”

“The other half is worried about not performing up to your expected standards and messing up our friendship.”

Alexander’s skin was warm as Eleanor reached up to gently place her hand against his cheek. “You’re sweet,” she said honestly. “And you’re way too zeroed in on keeping people happy when you should be focused on making people happy.” One finger gently tapped against his chest. “Or, you know, making yourself happy. And fucking me would make both you happy and me happy.”

“This is true.” With a firm squeeze of Eleanor’s hand, Alexander took a step backward. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you offer your proposition one final time?”

“Final time,” Eleanor stated, holding up a finger for emphasis. “Say ‘no’ and I’m going down to the lobby and finding someone who will say ‘yes.’ Boy or girl.” Alexander grinned at her joke. His amusement caused Eleanor relief as she once again cocked her hip, put a hand against her body, and pressed her lips together. “So,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “wanna fuck…”

No sooner had the hard ‘k’ left Eleanor’s mouth when Alexander yanked his t-shirt over his head. Eleanor blinked in surprise as even with the t-shirt drifting through the air the young man was shoving his cargo pants and boxers down his legs while kicking off his sandals at the same time. In a matter of seconds, Alexander was stark naked in front of an equally nude Eleanor, panting slightly from the sudden burst of energy. Threads of pale gray highlighted the eagerness on his face as he met Eleanor’s stare.

“Well,” she teased, “I’m waiting.”

He blinked at her comment. “This isn’t answer enough?” One hand gestured towards his groin. His erect penis jutted out from between his legs.

“I want to hear you say it.” Eleanor closed the distance between them, reaching out and taking his cock in one hand. Alexander’s hiss was mixed with a full-body shiver as she slowly stroked him. It was smaller than Cole’s in both length and girth, with more of a curve to the shaft, however the fact that it was as hard as diamond between her fingers was a fair trade. “Just to ensure there’s…”

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I had been married to Anna for about ten years. She was half German but was raised in Germany. We had done a lot of crazy and wild things before we married, but my job was high visibility and involved government, so we had settled down to a very respectable lifestyle.

I had always had a thing for her sister. Both were blonde. Anna had the better figure, but Greta had a face that was slightly more attractive. I never acted on my interest, but I was definitely hyped up when she was around. She loved to come over because we had a pool, and she could enjoy it and be with her sister at the same time.

Greta was an enigma. She was raised in Germany and as a child had experienced the liberal lifestyle of the Germans. As a young teen, her grandmother would take both girls to a beach on the North Sea. There, all three would step into changing booths, remove their street clothes, and come out totally naked to sunbathe. Having spent several years in the states, however, and being married to a fairly conservative man, Greta had become very modest in public. When she went to the beach she had begun to wear a swimsuit but covered it with a tee shirt.

There was no doubt, however, that she was well endowed. Both she and Anna were probably capable of wearing the same D-cup bra. Once, when the entire family had gathered for a holiday, I stepped into the house from the patio to refill my glass. Greta had decided not to go back to the bedroom to change her top. She was right in the kitchen and had just taken her top off as I walked in. Knowing the European background, I simply made no comment and went straight to the refrigerator. While I was pouring my drink, Greta lay down her top, fluffed the replacement top she was going to wear and then put it on. Although I never looked directly, I knew exactly what she was doing some twenty feet away and in full view.

After that incident in the kitchen, things seemed to lighten up a bit between us. The next time I was in the pool with her and Anna, Anna asked me, “Have you noticed that Greta’s not wearing a tee shirt?”

“No,” I lied. “I hadn’t. But now that you mention it, doesn’t she normally wear one?” The three of us were no more than two feet apart as this conversation was taking place.

Anna continued, “Well, that’s a compliment to you. If she didn’t feel comfortable around you, she’d be wearing a tee shirt, so she obviously feels comfortable being around you without one.” I was sure not to let Anna catch me glancing toward Greta’s top, but when she went inside to fix another drink, I held onto the side of the pool talking to Greta and got plenty of glimpses of Greta’s ample breasts, both from a direct frontal view and from the side as well.

Finally, Greta smiled and said playfully, “Are you looking at my breasts?”

I can bullshit with the best of them. I replied, “Well, I was just thinking how fortunate I am that you’re comfortable around me and how much more fortunate I’d be if we were on a German beach.” She laughed with ease at my reply.

“So you’re telling me you’d like to see more.”

“Well, of course. What man in his right mind wouldn’t. Your beauty doesn’t stop with your face.”

Greta laughed and glanced furtively bahis firmaları toward the house. I was facing the house right beside her, and she was turned away from the house. She slid down into the water to her neck, and when she came up, her right breast was out of the swimsuit. Her breast was about the size of Anna’s, although her areola was a little smaller. The nipples were about the same. Anna’s breasts had enlarged considerably when she gave birth, but Greta had never had children, so her areola had never enlarged. That was about the only difference. She held the fabric to the side for a moment, then went back to her chin into the water. When she came up, she was fully covered again and said, “Now, this is just between us, and it won’t go any further. And it doesn’t get you any free passes for anything else. You’ve been so nice about things that I thought I’d give you a taste of Germany.” Then she swam to the other end of the pool.

Nothing further happened between us, although there were numerous family get togethers and although Greta came over frequently by herself to visit. Then came the time that their father was in the hospital. One night around 7:00, Greta came over to help sit with her dad. However, he had had a good day, and Anna had just left to go spend the night with him. We called the hospital, and Anna told Greta to stay at the house and to relieve her the next morning.

After she hung up, Greta said, “Well that’s good. I came prepared to spend the night at the hospital, but I’m worn out from that trip across town. The traffic was horrible, and I’m a bundle of nerves. I need wine much more than I need the hospital.”

I got a fire started in the fireplace while Greta poured us both a glass of wine. As we sipped, I mentioned a drink that I had gotten the recipe for. Greta decided she wanted to try it. While I was mixing it, she poured another glass of wine and went back to change into her “jammies.” By the time I finished making the pitcher of drinks, she had returned wearing thin flannel bottoms that clung to every curve and a matching top that was short-sleeved and V-necked. She had removed her jewelry. When she sat on the sofa, she sat like a model posing for a photograph with her legs pulled up underneath her, with her back arched. Her left hand was across the back of the sofa, and her right hand was draped across her leg with the wine glass dangling from her fingertips. The glass, however was empty.

I took her glass and brought her a different one with the new drink in it. It was one of those concoctions that masks the taste of liquor entirely, but has a powerful kick to it. After a complete glass, Greta’s face had a soft look to it. The phone rang. We got a good report on the father, and

Greta went to the bathroom.

When she came back to the sofa, she sat down and put her feet into my lap. Instinctively, I began massaging them. “Mmm,” she said as she sat her second drink down and slid down into the sofa a little more. It was obvious that she had now removed her bra because her nipples were poking through the thin flannel. She raised her hands above her head and lay there. I continued to rub her feet, and she slid down a little more. By this time she had slid kaçak iddaa down so far that my hands were now on her legs rather than her feet.

Adjusting, I allowed myself to massage both feet and legs, stopping at the knees. Then I asked, “Would you like me to give your entire leg a massage?” She replied that she would. I then moved above the knee, careful to massage only the front of her thigh and the outside. Occasionally, I would allow my hand to go all the way to her hips and about halfway up the hips. Greta continued to sip on the drink I had made, and the fire began to die down a bit.

Finally, I said, “If you want to get the full benefit of this massage, you need to turn over and let me massage the back of your legs.” She flipped over, and I knelt beside the sofa. I began at her feet and rubbed in one continuous movement all the way from her heels to her waist. As I did, I made milking movements with my fingertips, causing her muscles to relax. After a few of these, I began to linger more on her buttocks, massaging them, and moving outward as I did. I knew that the motion was actually spreading her butt cheeks apart. Then I separated her feet and on the next sweep up the leg, I allowed my thumbs to go to the inside of the thigh. Each time I did so, I moved the thumbs higher. Finally, I was not only spreading her butt cheeks but I also knew that the pressure was spreading her vaginal lips as well. It was at this stage of our interaction that I realized that she was not wearing panties.

I had Greta turn over again and began to massage her temples and her neck. Finally, I kissed her on the forehead and reached down her legs again, massaging the front of her legs up to the top of her pants. After several passes, I began to rub gently on her stomach. I loosened the two bottom buttons on her top and continued to rub her stomach. Then I slid my hand down the front of her pants and cupped her pussy. As I pulled my hand back up, I rubbed my middle finger across her clit. She made no response but posed no objection.

The next time I cupped her pussy, I lingered on the clit and rubbed it rapidly but without a lot of pressure. Then I slipped my hand inside her flannel bottoms and felt her moist and responsive. While I rubbed and stimulated her there, I kissed both breasts and with my teeth tweaked her nipples through the light flannel top. Then kissing her lips, I undid the remaining buttons on her top and put my mouth directly onto her breasts, nibbling, sucking, licking, and kissing.

Greta’s breathing became more rapid, and her mouth more hungry. I parted my lips lightly and let my tongue touch her lips ever so lightly. She opened her mouth and responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth and pulled my head to her so that our lips were pressed tightly.

I then slipped my thumbs inside her waistband and began to slid her bottom down. She lifted her hips off the sofa and exposed a beautiful tuft of blond hair just above her pussy, neatly trimmed into a landing strip pattern. I lifted her legs and put my head between them. She convulsed as I began to lick.

After a few moments, I brought my lips back to her breasts and mouth. My fingers resumed the clitoral stimulation. Then I slipped kaçak bahis two fingers inside her and massaged her G spot while my thumb continued to massage her clit. I alternated, sometimes using that technique, and sometimes pulling the fingers out so that I could massage the clit rapidly. Her breathing continued to be rapid until she moaned loudly and with one long, continuous moan. When she opened her eyes and said, “Fuck me,” I was already down to her knees. I raised her legs again and pushed the head of my penis between her lips. With only a few tentative strokes, I began to bring her juices out onto me. Finally, I thrust my dick inside her, full shaft.

She locked her legs around my hips and moaned as I made thrust after thrust. I had wanted her for years, and since I had already given her satisfaction, I wasn’t too worried about how long I lasted. Within about five minutes, I felt myself rushing toward a climax. I pushed against her pussy as hard as I could, making as deep a penetration as I could. I unleashed a torrent of hot semen into her receptive pussy.

After catching our breath, we were such a mess that we went in and shared a shower together. I had to help her walk to the shower. I wasn’t sure if it was the sex or the alcohol, but she was weak. Naked, we walked together down the hall and got into the shower. As I washed her, I felt my juices running out of her pussy and washed her thoroughly, kissing her from behind as I did.

After we had washed, we walked naked again back to the living room and out onto the patio. We stood naked beside the wrought iron railing and looked down at my fish pond, laughing at the movements of the fancy goldfish and other exotic fish in the pond. Then we walked back inside, and I helped her get back into her pajamas. I took her to the guest room and tucked her in. As I kissed her goodnight, I reached down and gave her sweet pussy a final cup and thought about how sweet it was when she was giving it to me an hour before.

The next morning, I rose early and fixed breakfast. Greta came down the hall still in the same bottoms I had put on her the night before. She had changed tops, however, and was wearing a tank top that was oversized and gave a good look at most of her breast from either side. When she got up and refilled my coffee, her nipples showed.

Breakfast finished, I offered to take care of the dishes while she got ready to go to the hospital. Nothing was mentioned about the previous night, but when she got up from the table, she reached down to her crotch and rubbed. “I must have fallen asleep and rolled over on the remote last night. I sure am sore down there.” With that, she turned and walked down the hallway to the guest room. I knew that if she had a sore pussy, it was from the pounding I had given her, but I chose not to point that out.

I noticed as I passed down to the master bedroom that both the door to the guest bedroom and the door to the bathroom inside it were both standing open. I could hear the shower running and saw Greta’s clothes laid out on the bed, slacks, sweater, panties, and bra. However, I decided not to push my luck since there was no liquor involved this morning. I quelled my growing erection and got dressed for the day.

I wondered though, is this a one-time thing or the beginning of something to be repeated over and over? One think I knew: Greta was just as hot as Anna, and I had the pleasure of having both.

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I arrived home early from LA, picked up the car and drove out to the house thinking how surprised she’d be to see me. As I approached the house there was something wrong, there was a light in the bedroom window, what was that all about I wondered. I know, she’s getting dressed in something sexy to greet me when I show up.

I walked down the side of the house to peek in the bedroom window, and what a surprise I got. She was lying on the bed, legs spread wide being fucked by a man, or boy, my 18 year old son Will, her step-son. The strange thing was that generally they didn’t seem to get on that well. Jackie was 22 years older than him, just 40, and watching them fuck was inspiring. What should I do? I wondered as I watched.

Jackie was naked from the waist down and her t-shirt was pushed up to show her lovely breasts and as I continued to watch Will stopped, raised his head and said something to her. They both smiled and kissed, a long saliva swallowing kiss while her legs wrapped around his back. He raised back then kissed her breast and started to suck on it while he started again to fuck her. Her reaction was to spread her legs wider and he started pounding her again. Her mouth fell open as if in pain and through the closed window I heard her scream.

I got back in the car, drove slowly back to town and stopped at a bar where I’d been before a couple of times.

“Hi Bob, what brings you into town?” The bartender called out as I settled on a bar-stool.

“Well I just got back from LA early, drove to the house and saw my wife was entertaining someone I didn’t want to meet just now. So I left again.”

“A strange man in bed with her?” He laughed.

“No,” I chuckled. ” but y’know some people you want to see when you get back from a trip and some you don’t”

I ordered a beer and we chatted for a while. Other people came in, no-one I knew, the jokes went around. Phil, the bartender, was one of those big brash guys who can’t leave a joke alone. He told everyone I’d come home and found my wife in bed with a total stranger, or some variant thereof until, fortunately, it was time for me to leave.

I got to the house, Jackie asked if I’d eaten and I said no, but I wasn’t really very hungry, so she made me a fried egg sandwich with a glass of white wine. I told güvenilir bahis her about the trip and what I’d accomplished. As we talked I looked at her and thought what a fine looking woman she was. Red hair, blue-green eyes and a mouth that needed to be kissed. Then as she got up to get me a cup of coffee it was her body that struck me, nice and slim with a nice butt, but too bad, she wasn’t wearing a skirt, I couldn’t see her beautiful legs.

I asked her what she’d been doing while I was gone.

“The usual, shopping, cooking for me and Will, oh and I’ve seen Richard a couple of times, is that what you were after?” She smiled down at me as she made coffee.

“Well, no, my question wasn’t really fair. You see, I got home early.” She looked puzzled. “Yes I got home a couple of hours ago, saw the light on in the bedroom and thinking you might be putting on something sexy I snuck down to take a look. Boy did I get a surprise.”

“You bastard! Spying on me! I hope you got your money’s worth.” And started to storm out of the kitchen.

“No, wait,” I called out, “Wait, It wasn’t that at all. What I saw was beautiful.” I said this quietly so that Will, who was watching television in the living room wouldn’t hear. Jackie turned around and came back.

“Yes, I saw Will fucking you and it looks as if my oldest son takes after me. He seemed to be doing a good job. Was he?”

Her feathers still ruffled Jackie turned to me as we went back into the kitchen. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She knew I didn’t care that she had sex with other men, but with my son was a bit different.

“So you saw. Now you know, it’s sort of a relief. It wasn’t supposed to happen, even though Will was always doing things to try to get to me; to try to get closer to me. I knew what he wanted, and I’m surprised you didn’t see it.”

“I guess I was blind as to what was going on, in fact I thought you didn’t really like each other. So this was a one-off thing tonight.?”

“No, it started the day you left, last Monday, wasn’t it? I met Richard after work, we had a drink at that little bar at Hilltop, the one you like to take me to in the hope that a man will hit on me, remember? I got home a little late and Will had started to make dinner, very sweet of him. We finished getting it together türkçe bahis and ate, then sat in front of the television watching some dumb game show and sipping wine.

I guess I wasn’t being careful enough about how I sat, because I saw Will eyeing my legs, so I sat up straighter. Next thing I knew he was lighting up a joint even though he knew we didn’t allow that in front of us. I asked him not to, but he said you and I did it so why couldn’t he. We got into a discussion about the pot and he came and sat beside me.

Finally I grabbed the joint and took a drag. We talked about it some more, but now it was about how nice the stuff was and when he leaned over and kissed me I asked him not to do it. I guess we sat silent for a moment, things were getting hazy, and next time he kissed me I responded while he took my breast in his hand.

My heart was pounding as he unbuttoned my blouse, and without thinking I unhooked my bra, it hooked conveniently in front. I was reacting just the way I would have with any lover. I knew that I was going to let Will, your son, my step-son, fuck me, and I wanted it, I wanted it badly. So badly, in fact that he barely had his hand under my skirt before I had my panties off and was spreading my legs for him to do it.

Oh that felt so good. But you know how I am with a new lover. As a new cock slides into me it always feels wonderful. Soon he was banging away at me hard, the way I like it, but he came too quickly. We rested like that a few minutes with me clasping him between my legs. We hadn’t said a word I don’t think. I went and got kleenex and cleaned up – we didn’t want to get anything on the furniture.

He sort of muttered he was sorry or something and I shut him up saying I wanted it as much as he did.”

“That must have been pretty exciting for you. Where did you do it, right there on the couch in front of the TV?”

“Yes,right in front of the TV, while the stupid show continued. No condom, no precautions, just straight fucking, and it was wonderful, that kid has a cock as big as yours. That night I took him to bed with me and he lasted better and then, of course, he wanted it again in the morning.”

“That was it, then,until tonight?”

“You’re kidding! You know how boys that age are, you were that age once, weren’t güvenilir bahis siteleri you? No he couldn’t get enough. We’ve slept in our, yours and my, bed every night. Every night we’ve fucked, then sometimes in the morning and once, I don’t remember which day, I’ve lost track, I gave him blowjob before dinner as well. The latest thing is that he wants me to stop taking the pill and give me a baby. How about that?”

“Whoa!” I laughed, “We’d better nip that in the bud.”

“You think so? It might be kinda fun. Years ago I gave up that baby to adoption, but it might be exciting to have a child with such a vigorous stud.”

I told her not to do anything dumb but in the meantime did she want to go on doing it with Will? I wouldn’t mind as long as I had sex with her too, and she and I would sleep together in our bed, although occasionally she could spend the night with him, but in his bed.

“Let’s discuss it with Will.” I said.

We called Will in. You could see the concern on his face, he was sure he’d done something wrong. When I explained that Jackie had told me all about it he was relieved, and reached out across the table to hold her hand.

“Now, I don’t care if you two want to go on fucking, it’s probably good for both of you. But be discreet, don’t let anyone know, some one might consider it incest although it isn’t really. If either or both of you are going to fuck other people, and I know Jackie will want to fuck Richard, you’ll have to use condoms. The last thing we need is to have clap in the family.”

Jackie protested, “Richard? I never have to use anything with him. He’ll think it strange if I suddenly start asking him to put a condom on.”

“And if you pick up someone else? Will you be sure he uses a condom?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll try to remember and I’ll keep a couple in my purse. But you know how Richard is, and how he objects to me seeing other people.”

“Another thing,” I said. “Forget about the baby Will. Our lives are complicated enough, especially with the new relationship between us. And besides, what would be its relationship to us? Since it would be from my wife it would be my child – or would it be my grand-child? It would be Jackie’s child. And you Will, your child or brother or sister. No, it’s all wrong and my head’s spinning thinking about it.”

I said it was getting late. We should get to bed. Jackie got up and grabbed Will’s hand.

“I’ll see you in bed in a few minutes.” She called out to me as they went down the hall to Will’s bedroom.

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The house was about the same; after all it had only been a few months since Mom had passed. Now it was our turn to determine what to do with all the furniture and belongings, the “our” being me and my two younger sisters, Millie and Jane.

I am Robert, or Rob as the family liked to call me and Millie is actually Mildred, but none of us liked that formal and somewhat antique name. We are not spring chickens, as I am 60, Millie 58 and Jane 56, but we have maintained good health and good physical conditions for our ages. Our Mom died at age 81 from the dreaded cancer and Dad had passed only the year before.

I was the first to arrive, opening the door to the musty smell of an unused house then opening the windows to let some of the late spring air filter through. It was strange walking through this small house now empty, no sounds of televisions, no smells of cooking or coffee or pipe tobacco and even stranger remembering that five of us had lived here. My wife had remained home, a school teacher, and could not get away. I knew my siblings would be alone as their spouses rejected the notion of helping, or of having to take off from work to help. It was after all our responsibility, not theirs.

I sat down in Dad’s old recliner and listened to the sounds of birds chirping, a soft breeze whistling through the window screens and somewhere in my mind the sound of Mom calling me to dinner. I was amazed she had kept his chair all this time after he passed, and his pipes still on the side table, but Mom was somewhat sentimental like that. That was when I heard a car pull into the drive and the voices of my two sisters as they came to the door.

There were hugs, kisses, and tears, as you would expect, and then the discussion of what to do first, where to start, and what should be kept. The discussion seemed to go in a circle with neither of us agreeing. Soon the discussion broke into laughter as we realized the hopelessness of what we were doing.

Millie sat in the middle of the floor and patted the carpet motioning us to join her there. It was something from years ago, the three of us sitting there, talking, and being siblings again in this old house as if we were once again teenagers. We used to sit like this for hours playing card games or board games while Mom puttered in the kitchen and Dad sat in his chair reading the paper, but that was our younger years, years before I began driving and the girls began dating.

“Rob” Millie began as if changing the subject then out of the blue, “did you know that Jane wanted to fuck your brains out?” I saw Jane’s mouth drop as I am sure mine did. Now, when I was young, say in my middle or late teens, I often resorted to many attempts to see one or both of them naked, but never succeeded and had masturbated many times to the thought of them, particularly Jane. I almost succeeded once but Dad came down the hall as I was trying to peek through the bathroom door keyhole. The next day he sealed off that keyhole as we didn’t use it anyway. He never scolded me or said anything about it; I guess it was his way of just letting me know he knew. I had never suspected either of my sisters felt the same about me.

I cleared my throat, trying to get the dryness out before speaking. “What? Millie! What a thing to say!”

“Well Damnit it’s true. I can remember when you were a senior in High School, playing football and looking all buff. Jane was 13 and her hormones were raging. One night she let it slip that she was hot for you and wished you could be her boyfriend.”

I looked at Jane, her head down staring at the floor. “Jane? You, uh, you never said anything to me. Why didn’t you?”

She lifted her head slowly; tears were forming beneath her soft brown eyes as I knew this revelation had hurt her. “You would have laughed at me like Millie did. I was a lanky and timid 13 year old junior high girl wanting her own brother to be her boyfriend; what do you think your friends would have said! I know my friends would have called me crazy.” She gave Millie a look that silently said Millie had thought her crazy.

I reached over and pulled her to me, putting my arms around her and letting her face fall on my shoulder. “Well, little sister, I hope my friends would have said wow what a great looking girlfriend.”

She feigned a slap to my arm, “They would not. I was a skinny little brown haired girl with no boobs to speak of? Why I was –“

I interrupted her before she could demean herself any further. “What you were Jane was my cute little sister, a doll. Only one other girl ever took my attention as much as you and that was Millie.”

“Me? You thought of me in that way?”

“I thought of both of you that way.” I coughed on the words I was about to say. “I used to try my best to get a view of your bodies, you know, naked but I never did. Oh yeah once I saw you drop your towel going down the hall from the bath, but that was only a butt shot. Dad caught me once trying to peek through the bathroom bahis firmaları keyhole but he never said anything or scolded me. I guess he knew I was just a boy looking at girls.”

I thought Millie was going to roll all over the floor with laughter. Jane too had this look of humorous embarrassment on her face. It was Millie who continued the story. “Rob, I dropped that towel on purpose. I knew you were looking, wanting to see me, so I let that towel slip hoping you would get a big erection and have to go do something about it. I was what, uh, 15 or almost 16 then, and I knew you were looking at us and we knew what you were doing in your bed at night. Jacking off! I’m sure Pop knew too, he wasn’t dumb you know, and I knew about the keyhole because I saw someone had filled it in and I guessed it was Pop.”

I started to object or at least not let them think I was masturbating regularly but Jane spoke first. “Millie told me about your jacking off, I guess masturbation is the right term, and even how she thought you did it. I could only imagine your hand on your penis moving it up and down and maybe around then squirting your stuff all out. I tried one night to sneak into your room when I thought you were doing it but Mom was still up and I had to make an excuse of going to pee. You went off to college before I got the chance to see you do it, or even as crudely as Millie put it, get to fuck your brains out. It wasn’t until I started dating Larry Evans that I got to see a man’s penis. I convinced him to masturbate for me once but he wanted me to do other things later so I quit seeing him.”

“Larry Evans? You dated him? I guess he wanted you to, uh, go all the way. When did you finally get to, you know, uh, do the deed, oh hell, who was the lucky guy?”

“Charlie. When I married him I was a virgin until our wedding night and it hurt like hell when he put it in me, but Mama had warned me about it and told me it was part of becoming a woman. I’ll tell you, old Charlie is a damn good lover and keeps me happy most of the time. Even after 3 kids he still likes to make love to me and I learned how to keep him happy as well.”

“Are we talking blow jobs here?” Millie asked with a laugh.

“Sure and more, much more.”

“Uh oh” I inserted thinking this was going a little too far, “I don’t think we should go there.”

“Yeah we’re going to,” Millie said flatly. “So Jane, you suck him and you fuck him. Do you do it any way other than with you on your back?”

“You’re kind of blunt aren’t you sis? Sure, on my back, on my knees, standing up, sitting on the floor, any way he wants it as long as it doesn’t cause pain. Like I said, he’s a good lover. Now that you’ve asked, what about you do you and Martin have a good love life?”

“Yes! Love life; sex life, married life, yes we do as a matter of fact. Now that we are being so honest I’ll tell you about Martin and me. We have had sex with other people.” I think Jane and I both were open mouthed at that bit of information.

“We don’t go out swinging, you know looking for someone to take to bed, but if it’s the right people and it feels right we share. It only happened a few times, but wow, was it exciting.”

I looked at my middle sister with some kind of reverence for who she is now. Bold, I guess is a good word, and outspoken. I can remember the time if we said hell Dad would be all over us and Mom would give us long lectures about our speech. “You mean you just go out and have sex with anyone?”

“Nope, not anyone, the few times we have, uh, swapped it has been with people we have known for some time and ones we trust. I’ll tell you though there are a lot of different cocks out there. Some big, some small, some keep going like the battery bunny and some can’t hardly last to get inside. But it is exciting to be wanted by someone else, someone that finds this old round body interesting. You know its funny; some men want to chase the young ones, you know the ones with hour glass figures and sex for brains, but there are those that prefer us older gals with knowledge and experience.”

Millie cleared her throat, and continued. “There was this one time we were invited to Earl and Nancy’s house, they’re neighbors, for a small party. There were, oh, 4 or 5 other couples there, mostly from Earl’s work but Stan and Lucille, some more neighbors, were there and the four of us really hit it off. I guess it was getting late so Martin and I, Stan, and Lucille headed for home but walking together decided to go to their house for a nightcap. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it Lucille was kissing me, and damn she was a good kisser. Soon we were naked, as were the guys, and the four of us wound up fucking in the same bed and when the guys were spent Lucille and I took care of each other. I’m not a lesbian but a good woman’s tongue can sometimes make the night amazing.”

I’m not sure if my mouth was open or if I was frozen in amazement. I had never suspected Millie of being so worldly kaçak iddaa or of being such a sexual person.

Jane nodded, as if she was agreeing. “Jane? You, uh, you and Charlie have swapped partners? Have you, uh, been with a woman too?”

She just looked at me and nodded. “One time when we were at a convention of Charlie’s company we met a couple from Iowa and we hit it off I guess like you and your neighbors Millie. For a day or two she and I went sight seeing while the men attended meetings. It was the second evening when she kissed me, not a hello on the cheek kiss, but a full mouth kiss. She told me she liked girls and boys and thought I was attractive. She had already told her husband she wanted us to swap partners and that she wanted to make love to me. Her husband told Charlie and we spent that night in their room having sex.”

“Did you, did you uh, did you do it with her?” It took some for me to ask but I was hanging on her story and needed closure.

She nodded. “It was the first and only time and I really didn’t like it. I’m sorry Millie, but it just wasn’t my thing. Oh sure, when she was doing me I had an intense orgasm but when I was doing her it was, well, strange and uncomfortable. I didn’t like it but I did it. I wasn’t even sure I was doing it right. I could see Charlie watching every move as I licked her and she finally had an orgasm then he moved me away and did her while her husband did me from behind. The next day I told Charlie I didn’t want to do that again, any of it, and he agreed. It was the first and last time.”

“You’ve never considered doing it again?”

“No, not even in the slightest. It just didn’t feel right for me, for us, and I think Charlie too was somewhat embarrassed by what happened and maybe even a little hurt to see his wife with another man’s cock inside her even though he was inside another woman. We’ve never spoken of it since and this is the first time and only time I told anyone. I haven’t thought about it for a long time, until now.”

“My god, Janie, I would have never expected that of you. I mean, I thought you were so uptight, and oh hell, maybe a goody two shoes, but you’ve really thrown me here. Okay, Rob, we have bared our souls to you and now it’s your turn.” Millie got up and started to the kitchen. “Wait until I get some water going for tea or pour a stiff drink, whichever comes first, and then you can tell us everything.”

It wasn’t but a short time before she returned. “Uh, I have forgotten what got this all started.” I said as Millie returned to the floor.

“Like hell you have. I told you Jane wanted to fuck you, and we’ve pretty much exposed our lives so now tell us about your love life with Anita. Does she give you special sex?”

“By special sex if you mean is she willing to suck me off, yes, do we do it in positions other than on her back, yes, do we have other partners, no. She, she has always been there for me ever since we met in college and started dating. I was her first and we’ve been together ever since.”

“You were her first, but what about you? Who was your first?”

“Do you remember a redhead by the name of Linda Carlisle?” Millie looked questioningly then as if a light flickered. “Yeah, didn’t she live down the block?”

“Uh huh, the old brown house. One night she and I met at the football field and we did it behind the bleachers. It was my first time and I think I came real fast because she seemed disappointed but I know it wasn’t her first time. I heard later that she had done it with a lot of the guys in my class. I never admitted to them that I had done it with her. Wow, I hadn’t thought about her in years. Anyway, I’ve never strayed and as far as I know neither has Anita.”

“As far as you know? Is there some doubt in your mind big brother? Did something happen?”

“Oh shit! I wish I had never said that. Look you really are dragging things out of all us aren’t you Millie.” She smiled and nodded encouraging me to continue. She had moved from sitting to lying on her stomach, propped on her elbows, as if surveying my words. I relented. I knew I had opened Pandora’s Box and the only way to close it was to confess. “Yeah, there was one time that she went to Las Vegas for her company. I tried to call her most of the evening and the phone in her room just rang. She didn’t return my calls until the next morning and said she had taken a sleeping pill for jet lag and didn’t hear the phone. I knew she had gone out because I called the front desk and the clerk said she had but couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me any more than that.”

“So, you think she had a fling in Vegas while you were being the loyal husband?”

“Yeah, I do. I never brought it up, neither did she, but she never went on another of those trips. I even think I know who the guy was and I believe she was coerced or somehow blackmailed into it, but I won’t ever go there because I guess I don’t want to know the truth. When she came back from that trip she made love to me like kaçak bahis we hadn’t in years. Perhaps it was a form of apology. We’ve never had a rough patch in our sex life and that didn’t create one either.”

“Wow! This got fucking deep!” Millie stood and went to a small cabinet in the dining area where she knew Dad and Mom had kept a bottle of sour mash whiskey, for medicinal purposes. She came back with three glasses and the bottle. She poured each of us a shot. “Rob, Jane, I love you and I love being here with you, I just wish it had been under other circumstances. The tea can wait; we need to do some drinking. And we have done a lot of soul baring here but the one thing I hate is that it has been all these years and Jane never got what she wanted.”

“I didn’t? Oh, you mean, uh, sex with Rob?” After saying that she got up to make the tea from the water Millie had started.

“Nope, I mean fucking Rob.” Millie shouted. “The three of us have been having sex for a long time with our partners but our memories are of the three of us when we were kids here, and now its time to do something about it.”

She slurped that whiskey down her throat like it was water and stood. She had already kicked off her shoes and in quick succession began removing her clothes. I didn’t know what to do or say exactly, I just sat there watching her strip only a few feet from me. Jane came back with three cups of tea and was startled to see her sister stripping.

“What the hell are the two of you waiting on? Get naked Damnit! We’ve got some fucking to do and a hell of a lot of time to make up for. And, I don’t want tea, I want whiskey.”

As if I was on a string I began undressing. All the discussion had me horny and I was ready. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jane as she reluctantly removed each piece of clothing. I could tell she was going along with Millie’s suggestion, but at that moment wasn’t sure it was the right thing for her. Millie was in good shape but her body was a little plump and Jane was still slender and so well shaped. Her hair had a little grey in it but I didn’t care I was going to see all of her and all of Millie.

My cock was hard and ready for action and now seeing my two mature but very good looking sisters naked just increased he pressure. Millie pushed me back to the floor, against the sofa, and then took my 7 inch hard maleness in her hand. “Jane, it feels so good. Come here, feel it, you wanted to so many years ago. Here it is!”

Jane was removing her panties, the last of her clothing items, and then moved closer to us. There were two hands stroking me and I could feel Jane’s warm breath as her mouth got closer to it. “I want to suck you!” She said as if asking and demanding at the same time. Jane was now into her mode of teenage lust for her brother and I wasn’t going to stop her. I nodded and soon felt her lips close around the head and slowly slide into her mouth. It was Jane; it was one of my two lifelong dream girls and I was getting head. “Oh, god Jane, that’s so good, so damn good. Don’t make me cum honey; please I want to fuck you.” She took her mouth from my cock and it was quickly replaced by Millie and she was as good as Jane at giving head.

I had to push Millie off then urged Jane to her back and I aimed my need at her pussy and slid inside her. My mind changed the time, the era, the event, to when we were kids in Dad’s old workshop playing doctor but this time I got to have her naked and I was fucking her; driving my cock into her with a fury of an adult need that had been pent up for over 40 years. We were right there, on the carpet, beside my other sister and in the middle of the living room. I could feel cum building in my balls and wanting to leap out into her yielding body but I didn’t want it to end, she hadn’t cum yet and I so wanted to share it with her. I was about to shoot when she shrieked and her body wrapped itself around me and she shuddered then shouted “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh god Rob, I’m cumming!” That did it for me and I spent myself in her wet pussy.

We held onto each other for what seemed hours, but wasn’t, until my cock withdrew from her tunnel on its own, then I laid beside her and looked up at a smiling Millie. It was the first time I had had sex with someone other than Anita, I had cheated on my wife, but it didn’t feel like cheating, it felt more like following a life long dream to an ecstatic end. It was a life long dream, but it was a fulfillment of what had begun oh so many years ago, as a kid, as a teenager, as a big brother with two sexy sisters, of all those nights jerking off in the bath or in bed. It wasn’t cheating!

Jane was staying close to me, holding my arm against her as if there was some form of ownership between us. I moved my arm around her and held her while looking at my other naked sister. Millie was smiling, perhaps sort of smirking, and I believe she was thinking that finally her young sister got what she wanted. “Thank you” Jane whispered into my ear. “Oh, no sis, thank you so very much. I’ve wanted this for most of my life and you have given it to me.”

“How long does it take for you to get it up again honey?” Mille was lying on her stomach and had been watching us closely.

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I’ve been sitting here daydreaming about you all day as I looked at the pictures that you’ve sent me half a dozen times and each time I look, it’s like I’ve never seen your face before; even though I have your features memorized.

The butterflies are always there and my heart races and pounds. My face is flush and my body is screaming for your touch. You are the only one who can satisfy my cravings.

I remember the first time we were together as if it was yesterday.

You followed me home from the restaurant parking lot, around the corner from my apartment. After we had parked our vehicles, I met you at yours and we kissed and then held hands and made our way to the staircase.

The weather outside was a bit chilly, seeing as it was early November in New Mexico, and we hurried to get inside and out of the elements. After shrugging out of our winter jackets, you sat down in my favorite chair, and I on the couch, and had a quick visit with my roommate.

She was getting ready to head out to the bookstore, to allow us some much needed private time together. While you and she visited, I went into the kitchen to get us something to drink. My body was aching hungrily for your touch and it took everything that I had to not rape you right there in her presence.

She left while I was in the kitchen and as I walked towards your chair, you reached up and pulled me down onto your lap. I set our drinks down on the table that was to your right side and wrapped my arms around your neck. I looked into your eyes for just a second or two before placing my lips upon yours.

Your kiss sent me into another world. I could no longer concentrate and my body felt like fireworks were going off inside of it. I couldn’t wait to get you into my bedroom.

Your hands were wrapped around my waist, holding me to you and then gradually began roaming my body. That was my cue to introduce you to my bed.

I pulled away from your lips, although it was hard to do, since your kiss was so sweet and tender, stood up and took you by the hand. I led you through the living room, down the hallway and into my room.

I closed and locked the door behind us and you sat down on the edge of my bed and took your shoes off. I took my shoes off as well and then went to stand in front of you.

You spread your legs and pulled me to you while reaching up to pull my head down to yours for bahis firmaları more kisses. Your hands went willingly to my breasts, as before, but this time, they were underneath my shirt.

Your touch was electrifying as you touched my nipples, gently pulling on them, making them erect. I pulled away from your mouth and arched my back as I hit my first orgasm.

Slowly, you helped me out of my shirt, taking it over my head; then reached around and unhooked my bra, and closed your mouth on one of my breasts. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven at this point.

With my back still arched, you kept your hands around my waist, pulling me to you time and time again. The orgasms were getting stronger with each flick of your tongue across my nipple and each time you took my breast into your mouth.

You pulled my legs onto the bed, so that I straddled you, and then you stood up and quite naturally my legs went around your waist. You held me in this position for the longest time, it felt like an eternity to me, before you gently laid me down on the bed and lay down beside me.

Your mouth returned to mine as your fingers returned to my breasts, gently pinching and pulling my nipples until I could stand no more and pushed your hand towards the waistband of my jeans.

Expertly, you unbuttoned and unzipped them, and pushed them down my legs until they were lying on the floor with my discarded shirt. Your hand glided up my legs slowly, memorizing the way they felt, until you were at the center point of my body.

My senses were heightened, there were electrifying sparks flying around the room, as you pushed my g-string to the side and touched my clit. With your mouth on mine to stifle my moans, my body danced its way into orgasm after orgasm from your fingertips.

Eventually, I could handle no more, and again, I pushed your hand down so that you could feel the wetness that awaited you. You inserted a finger into my center and my body began another climax of a different kind.

Wave after wave of orgasms hit me, some slow, some fast… all of different variations as you changed the speed of your finger. Sometimes all you did was just hold your finger inside of me, while my pussy convulsed around it and other times, you shoved it in and out, as my body danced with it.

My hands had moved up to the back of your neck and I seemed to be attempting to pull you kaçak iddaa into my mouth, tongue first. The stronger the orgasm, the tighter my mouth was to yours. I remember feeling as if time had stood still and the world revolved around us and the magic we were making.

After what seemed like an hour, I found the willpower to pull away from your mouth. I needed to undress you, I needed to fulfill my craving of being able to touch your body and feel it next to mine.

With my g-string still intact, I had you sit up so I could take off your shirt as you had done mine. Then I made my way down to your legs and straddling them again, I eased your jeans off and tossed them on the floor with my belongings. You weren’t wearing any boxer shorts, and my eyes delighted in your erection.

I again straddled your legs and kissed my way back up to your mouth, memorizing your body with my lips and hands as I went. I gently placed a kiss on your cock, with a promise to return, and continued my ascent of you.

When I had once again reached your mouth, I lay down upon your body and felt the cravings dissipate. I finally had my skin-on-skin contact and could feel your heat against mine. However, the heat building up in my pussy wasn’t quenched yet.

You ran your hands over my back and down to my ass, then back to my face. Over and over again while my pussy kept sliding down on your body, trying to insert your cock into me through the fabric of my now wet g-string.

Finally, you rolled me over onto my back, and told me that you wanted to taste me. You returned the favor of kissing my body and made your way to my center once again, this time with your lips and tongue.

Before you even touched my pussy, my back was arched and the orgasm had begun again. You spread my legs while kissing my inner thighs, and then very gently pulled open my pussy lips. You kissed, then licked my inner lips, and then placed your tongue on my clit.

I exploded once, twice, three times into your mouth with a squirting orgasm. Your mouth never let go, you continued to drink in each orgasm until I was done. And then you licked and sucked some more. Once again, when the pressure was too much, I touched your hand and you inserted your finger into my wetness.

Time and time again, the fireworks just kept going off in my head, from the intense pleasure that you were giving to my body.

A kaçak bahis couple of hours later, or so it seemed, I told you that I needed to feel your cock deep inside of me. Like a small child whose favorite toy is being withheld, you eventually agreed to what I wanted.

You made your way back up to my waiting mouth and inserted your cock deep inside my pussy. Even with as much playing that you had been doing, my pussy was still very tight. You very gently eased your long, thick cock in and out of my wetness, until you were all the way inside of me.

And then we begin a different kind of dance. Our bodies moved with the same beat, the same up and down motion, while your mouth was once again attached to my breasts, pulling and tugging… bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.

I finally whispered in your ear that I wanted to ride you, to feel your cock deep inside of me from a different angle. I wanted to feel you pull me down on top of you, never being able to get enough.

You rolled off of me and laid down on the bed beside me, and I climbed on top. I straddled your crotch, facing away from your face and you helped me to put your cock inside of my pussy. I eased my way down until I could take no more and then we began a different rhythm.

I placed my hands on the tops of your thighs and using them as leverage began bouncing up and down on your manhood. Eventually, I sat up straight as I continued to bounce and my orgasms got stronger and I could hear you growling. I felt you grab hold of my hands and hold them in yours, and when I came down you pulled my hands and lifted yourself into me.

This position allowed me to grind against your crotch and release a different orgasm. Time after time it seemed that each orgasm was more powerful than the last.

After what seemed like forever, you told me that you were ready for your release. I slid my hands out of yours and once again placed them on your legs. I had a feeling I was going to need all the leverage I could get after all you’d been ‘saving up’ for me. We continued our dance; me sliding up and down your cock, until I heard you mutter.

“Here it cums!” You said just loud enough for me to hear over the roaring in my ears.

I felt you explode with your own orgasm. Your cum was hot, so very hot. I could feel it hitting my pussy walls, coming out of you in what felt like gallons. And still I continued to ride your cock, milking it of every last ounce.

Finally, we lay spent, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing gently, tongues intertwining with the promise of more loving in a little while. And then we slept.

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*Author’s Note: This story contains sexual situations of all sorts between consenting adults. If you have any hangups and/or prejudices, you might as well leave now. All characters are at least 18 years of age. I presume a world free of STDs.

*

“Hi,” Jana said, flopping onto the sofa next to the weightlifting bench her twin brother Lars was laying on, an iron bar gripped in his hands, 125 pounds on each end.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sweat beading his forehead as he pushed the weight up until his elbows locked, his chest muscles bulging with definition in spite of his mere 18 years.

“Marilu can be such a bitch sometimes,” Jana said, stretching out on the sofa, her pale, bottle-blue eyes on her brother as he continued to push the bar and its weights up and down.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Lars said, grunting as he lifted the weight one more time and settled it into the holder above his head.

“You’re incredible,” Jana said, grinning at him as he sat up, swinging his feet around so that he sat facing her, sweat pouring from his superbly muscled chest.

“So, what’s Marilu done this time?” he asked, reaching for a towel to dry himself.

“She’s decided that we have to have a blowjob contest,” she told him, glaring at him.

“She what!” Lars exclaimed, staring at her. “Are you joking?”

“No, of course not,” Jana complained. “You think I’d joke about something like this?”

“I suppose not,” Lars replied. “So, what’s the problem? Just don’t play.”

“Oh, like that’s an option,” Jana said to him. “Then I’d be nobody. That’s worse than death.”

“But..” Lars stammered.

“But the problem is,” Jana continued, “that the few times I’ve done it, you know, a blowjob, well, I didn’t get any compliments, unless you think a mouthful of hot cum is a compliment.”

“Jeezus, Jana,” Lars said, getting to his feet, his 6’2″ towering over her as she sat there. “Time out already. Do I really need to know this?”

“Lars, I absolutely MUST win this contest,” Jana said, sitting up straight, all 5’2″ of her, staring directly into his eyes. “I have to beat Marilu at her best game. She just loves to tell us how she’s fucked and sucked every single guy she’s ever met, and how good she is at it all. Well, there’s no way I’m going to ever let her beat me at anything.”

“Uh, just how does this contest work?” Lars asked, temporizing, aware of a growing tightness between his legs.

“We each bring a cock…guy,” Jana said with a laugh. “That’s how Marilu explained it. Anyway, all of the cocks…guys are at the same time the jury and the participant helpers. It’s a blind draw as to who gets who, but the guys watching do the voting. Whoever gets the highest score after each of us has finished wins.”

“Wins what?” Lars asked, his head spinning.

“The contest!” Jana exclaimed, staring at him. “Haven’t you heard anything I’ve told you?”

“Jana, are you really going to suck some guy’s cock at random in front of a roomful of other guys and all of your girlfriends just so you can say you did it the best?” Lars asked?

“That’s the way they’re going to do it,” she responded evasively.

“Have you ever had sex in front of anyone else?” Lars asked.

“Well, not really anyone else,” Jana replied. “Just the guy.”

“And you’ve done 3 blowjobs? That’s it?” Lars asked, surprise in his voice.

“Yes, only 3,” Jana replied. “Mostly guys just want to get inside of you as fast as they can.”

“And Marilu…”

“Has probably sucked hundreds,” Jana finished, “including yours from what she tells.”

“Yeah, well,” Lars stuttered. “So why are you telling me all of this? It’s not like you ever discussed your sex life with me before, or ever.”

“Because I want you to help me,” she told him.

“Help you! How?” Lars asked.

“I don’t know, but I want you to make sure I win that contest.” Jana said, shaking her head, her long white-blonde hair whipping from side to side, a fierce and determined look on her normally angelic face.

“But how?” Lars asked. “You want me to rig the contest somehow?”

“Of course not,” Jana said. “I want you to help me learn to give the best blowjob on the planet.”

“Me? Teach you how to give a blowjob? Are you nuts? What do I know about giving a blowjob? I like girls, pussy, tits,” Lars exploded.

“Well, even if half of what I hear is true, how many blowjobs have you had? 50? 100? 200?” Jana asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t count them,” Lars replied defensively.

“So many you can’t even count them,” Jana said, nodding her head. “That sounds like enough to know what it’s all about. You know what you like and what feels good, so you can teach me.”

“But how can I teach you, you’re my sister?” Lars complained.

“You’ll find a way,” Jana replied confidently. “Did Marilu give a good blowjob?” she asked.

“Jeezus, Jana,” Lars complained, his cock now visibly hardening, his gym shorts nothing to hide it.

“Well, she is the competition,” Jana said, “so it bahis firmaları makes sense to know what I’m up against, doesn’t it?”

“Let’s just say she was enthousiastic,” Lars replied.

“But was she good? The best you ever had?” Jana asked.

“No, she wasn’t the best I ever had,” Lars answered. “And I think I need to go take a shower.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Jana said with a laugh, staring pointedly at his cock now straining against the front of his gym shorts. “I imagine it will be a cold one.”

Once in the shower Lars quickly stroked himself off, sighing with relief as he watched 3 strong streams of cum shoot from his 7″ cock. He had known that his sister wasn’t a virgin, but this was too much. And then he had an idea as he was drying his short white-blonde hair. With a smile on his face, he went to his room to get dressed for dinner.

“So, how was your day?” Lena Krimson asked as Lars entered the kitchen.

“Just fine, ma,” Lars replied, bending over and kissing her on the cheek. “Worked out a bit, did some reading.”

“My son, the Viking god,” Lena laughed, letting her hand run across his naked chest. “Where’s Jana?” she asked.

“I dunno,” Lars replied, reaching for the dishes to help set the table. “I saw her before I took a shower, so she should still be here.”

“Your father will be late, so you only need to set 3 places,” Lena told him. “Ah, there you are,” she said as Jana came into the kitchen. “And how was your day?” she said, offering up her cheek for Jana to kiss.

“Okay,” Jana replied. “Nothing special.”

“Well, maybe you should find something to do with yourself instead of just loafing around all day doing nothing with your friends,” Lena suggested.

“I don’t do nothing and we don’t loaf around,” Jana replied. “I’m just not in the mood for anything right now at this point in my life.”

“Lucky for you that your father is such a genius, and a lucky one at that,” Lena told them. “When I was a little girl in Iceland, I never imagined living like this. Not even our richest citizen lived as well as we do.”

“It’s wonderful, ma, I’m just at that stage,” Jana told her lamely.

“Yes, I’m sure you are,” Lena said with a laugh when she saw Lars roll his eyes.

**********

“So, did you think about it?” Jana asked as she helped Lars wash the dishes after the meal.

“How could I not?” Lars replied.

“Do you have any ideas?” she asked.

“Maybe. Do you have a…a…a dildo?” Lars asked, embarrassed.

“Well, yes,” Jana answered. “But why?”

“So you can practice on it,” Lars told her.

“Practice on a dildo?” Jana asked sceptically.

“Only until you’re ready for the real thing,” Lars assured her.

“I suppose I could,” Jana conceded.

“I’m gonna go rent some movies for you to watch,” Lars told her. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

“Thank you,” Jana said, hugging her brother tightly. “You’re the best.”

When Lars returned a half an hour later, he found the door between their rooms open, Jana laying on her bed, a fairly life-like dildo next to her.

“I think these should do for a start,” Lars said, dropping the bag from the video store on the bed. “The guy at the store said these were the best blowjob DVDs that he had.”

“I really appreciate this, Lars,” Jana said, reaching for the bag.

“I guess you should watch the movies, try to do what you see,” he suggested. “If you have any questions or anything…”

“Thanks, I’ll let you know,” Jana said.

**********

For the next week Lars rarely saw Jana outside of meals. She was either not there or locked in her room, watching DVDs and practicing, Lars assumed. Hoping that she had gotten over it, he stopped worrying and went about his own life.

“Lars, will you help me with something after dinner?” Jana asked as they ate one evening. “My DVD player is being weird again and you fixed it so good the last time.”

“Sure, no problem,” Lars replied, his heart suddenly racing.

“Since when are you so technically inclined?” Jason asked.

“I get lucky every now and then,” Lars replied with a laugh. “Must be something genetic, maybe a little drift in my direction.”

“Well, you both sure got your mother’s drift,” Jason agreed.

“But he got your size,” Lena added.

Lars and Jana cleaned up after dinner, then went to her room, which she locked from the inside, then did the same to the door between their rooms.

“I have a question for you,” Jana explained, sitting on the bed.

“You need to lock the doors to ask me a question?” Lars asked.

“I’ve watched all of those DVDs,” she said, ignoring his question, fidgeting a bit on the bed. “And it seems to me that there’s two different basic kinds of blowjobs,” she continued. “I want to know what you think of them, which one you like.”

“Okaayyy,” Lars said, nodding his head. “Go ahead.”

“No, I want you to watch,” Jana explained. “Here, I’ve got it ready. Here’s the first kind,” she said, picking up the remote control next to her kaçak iddaa and pointing it at the TV and pressing.

Suddenly her TV came on, a big, busty blonde filling the screen with a huge black cock in her hands, the head of it in her mouth. As Lars watched she pumped the cock with her hands while licking and sucking the head. And then the cock exploded, white cum shooting everywhere as the blonde aimed that black hose all over her face before finally sucking the head back into her mouth.

“And here’s the second,” Jana said, pushing the remote a couple of times.

The screen was then filled with a petite blonde holding what seemed to Lars to be a huge cock, her fingers not going all the way around the shaft where she gripped it at its base. She was sucking on the head of it, her tongue flittering everywhere, and then she began to go down on it, not stopping until her nose was pressed up against the stomach. She then began to slowly fuck her face on that cock, letting it all the way out, sucking on the head a bit, then taking it all the way into her mouth and throat.

Suddenly bobbing up and down faster and faster, one hand fondling the balls, Lars could tell the guy was cumming as she held her nose pressed firmly against his stomach, then slowly backed off, finishing by letting the last bits of cum ooze out onto her extended tongue.

“So, what do you think?” Jana asked, dropping the remote onto the bed. “Which one?”

“Well, the second one,” Lars answered automatically.

“Why?” Jana asked.

“See, the first one, she’s only giving a handjob while she sucks on the head; the second one is sucking the entire cock. Every guy wants his whole cock to be wet. It would be like fucking and only ever letting the head get inside. Okay, but it could be better,” he explained.

“I figured the second one, I just didn’t know why,” Jana agreed, nodding.

“Anything else?” Lars asked, eyeing her. “You’re still determined to go through with this?”

“Of course I’m going to go through with it,” Jana replied indignantly. “And I’m going to win, too. But there is something I thought of,” she added reflectively. “I want to see Marilu give a blowjob.”

“How the hell are you going to do that?” Lars asked.

“I’m sure you’ll figure a way,” Jana answered with a big smile. “Won’t you?”

“Jeezus, Jana, that, well, sucks,” Lars complained.

“What, you don’t want another blowjob from Marilu?” she asked.

“Jeezus, Jana,” Lars grumbled. “And where are you going to be hiding while this happens?”

“Hiding? I’m not going to hide anywhere,” Jana replied. “You can video it, then I can watch it here and see what’s what.”

“Video it!” Lars exploded. “Yes, I’m sure Marilu is going to go for that, especially now.”

“You’ll figure something out,” Jana said. “I have faith in my twin brother.”

“We’ll see,” Lars said, promising nothing.

**********

To Lars’ surprise, Marilu was more than willing to meet him.

“I wondered when Jana would use you,” she laughed when they met at the boathouse by the pond in the center of town.

“What do you mean, use me?” Lars asked. “Why can’t I just be doing this on my own?”

“Right,” Marilu laughed. “But I don’t mind. There’s no way she could ever win a contest like this. Not with me in it.”

“You do have a certain talent,” Lars admitted with a smile.

“So, what are you supposed to find out?” Marilu asked, a big smile on her freckled face, her ringletted red hair swirling around her head, green eyes flashing.

“Well, how about letting me video you sucking my cock?” Lars asked.

“Hahahaha,” Marilu exploded in laughter. “Why would I do that?”

“Why not?” Lars asked. “What are you afraid of? Or is it that you just don’t like the idea of sucking my cock again?”

“Mmm, I love the idea of sucking your cock,” Marilu said, rubbing her hand firmly across his hardening cock through his pants. “But I don’t know about a video, especially if you’re going to give it to Jana. Never know where it might end up.”

“I promise you that won’t happen,” Lars declared, his cock now fully hard as Marilu continued to rub him.

“Hmm, maybe I know a way to make sure that she’d never do anything like that,” Marilu said, a Cheshire cat’s grin on her pixie face. “You agree to my terms, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me,” she told Lars.

“What terms?” Lars asked suspiciously.

“I get a copy of the video, for starters,” Marilu replied. “Second, once you start the camera, it doesn’t get turned off until I say so. Agreed?”

“Sure, I agree,” Lars said, not seeing anything wrong with her requests.

“And one more thing,” Marilu said, her smile impossibly broader. “I want you to be my cock at the contest.”

“You what!” Lars exclaimed, his eyes popping.

“That’s right,” Marilu said, nodding her head. “You are going to be my cock contribution to the contest,” she told him.

“You must be kidding,” Lars protested. “What if Jana actually goes through with this and enters the contest? If I kaçak bahis understand it all, she might end up with me in a blind draw.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true,” Marilu said. “But after all, a cock is only a cock, right? And if you want my cooperation in your little video, that’s my price.”

“Damn, Marilu,” Lars complained.

“Well?” she asked?

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” Lars asked.

“Not if you want to make your video, you don’t,” Marilu agreed. “Oh, and you can’t tell anybody that you’re going to be my cock at the contest, and that includes Jana,” she told him. “It has to be our secret until that night at the contest.”

“I’m going to regret this,” Lars muttered.

“So, do you have your camera with you?” Marilu asked.

“What, right here?” Lars asked, looking around. “We’re practically in the center of town. What if someone sees us?”

“What if they do?” Marilu asked, a twinkle in her eye. “Are you afraid, Lars?”

“Of course not,” Lars replied huffily. “I was thinking of you.”

“Oh, Lars, you are priceless,” Marilu laughed, clapping her hands. “So, let me have the camera,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Okay, here,” Lars said, pulling a small video camera from his pocket and handing it to her.

“Oh, this is nice,” Marilu said as she looked at it. “Let’s see, probably turns on here,” she said, pushing a button and seeing the camera come active. “Now, where shall I set it,” she mused, looking around. “How about this?” she said, placing it carefull on the edge of a bench. “Now, if you’ll stand here,” she said, indicating a position in front of the bench, “and I kneel here,” she said, kneeling down in front of him, “this should work,” she finished, reaching over and pushing the button to take a still picture.

Looking at the camera from the back without distrubing its position, Marilu looked at the picture and made a slight adjustment to the camera.

“Move over just a bit,” she instructed Lars, having him shuffle about 6 inches further away from the bench. “And now,” she said, reaching over and pushing the button once again, taking another picture.

Checking the photo Marilu pronounced it okay. Careful not to move the camera, she pressed a couple of buttons to put the camera in video mode.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Marilu announced. “Are you?” she asked, smiling up at Lars.

“Yeah, sure,” Lars agreed, looking around.

“Lucky for us this boathouse is only open at the top,” Marilu said. “Nobody can see anything down here unless they come in or are out on the water.”

“I see you know this spot,” Lars observed.

“Okay, then, I’m going to start the camera,” Marilu informed him. “Remember, no stopping it until I say so; okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Lars said. “I already agreed, didn’t I?”

“Mmm, here we go,” Marilu said, reaching over and pushing the button on the camera, starting the video recording.

“Well, hello, Jana,” she said. “I know you’re just dying to know how to beat me in the blowjob contest, so I’m going to help you. I’m going to give one of my best blowjobs and record it for you so you can study it. It won’t matter in the end, but I want to be fair. After all, we are friends, aren’t we?”

“As you can see, I brought a cock with me,” she said, reaching out and rubbing Lars’ cock through his pants. “This is a particularly nice cock, very yummy, big enough, and it cums more than any cock I’ve ever seen, and as we all know, I’ve been lucky enough to see a few.”

“But I’m being rude,” Marilu said as she slowly pulled Lars’ zipper down and reached into his pants and extracted his already semi-hard cock. “Let me introduce you to my cock,” she said. “Cock, kneel down here next to me,” Marilu instructed Lars, accompanying her command with a firm and insistent tug on his cock.

Not having a choice, Lars knelt in front of Marilu, face to face with her.

“Jana, meet my cock, Lars, your own dear brother,” Marilu said, a smile on her face as she faced the camera. “Watch carefully while I suck his cock for you,” she said, leaning forward and licking Lars’ mouth.

Following the pressure from Marilu’s hand on his cock, Lars got back to his feet, his now rock-hard cock sticking straight out from his zipper.

“Oh, this won’t do at all,” Marilu said, reaching up and unfastening the waist of his trousers, letting them fall to the ground, leaving Lars naked from the waist down, his cock sticking straight out in front of him.

“Now, Jana, Lars’ cock is so nice for a number of reasons,” Marilu explained, looking into the camera as she wrapped her fist around the shaft of his cock. “One of the reasons is that he leaks so much pre-cum juice,” she said, squeezing his cock and flicking her tongue through the pearl of pre-cum that formed at the slit of his cock. “And it is so tasty,” she added, driving her tongue into his slit, then fastening her lips on it and sucking audibly.

“Mmm, nice start,” she said, licking her lips and then turning to smile into the camera. “But now for some real fun,” she said, extending her tongue all the way and letting it slide along the underside of Lars’ cock until just the head was sitting inside her mouth before closing her lips on it and sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

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This is the fifth chapter of this story. If you haven’t read the first four, I recommend you go to my profile to easily find the link to them. As a side note, the trip that Pam and her son Zack are on in Chapter 4 is the trip you will read about here.

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“Jean, I have a question for you.”

Swallowing her food, Jean responds, “What’s that Zack?”

“I know that we all agreed that you are in control of everything, and I’m fine with that. However, this whole thing has really changed my mom. She is convinced that it wouldn’t take much effort to convert not only her sister, but also my cousin to join us. She talked it over with me, and I agreed to at least bring it up with you. She wants to know if we can try when the two of us go to meet them this weekend.”

“Thank you for asking first, but I’m not sure I want to allow you that option. How does this benefit me any?” Jean took another bite of her salad. “Wait, I thought you didn’t talk with your family.”

“As far as I was aware, the relationship between them and my mom was strained. I guess my mom finally contacted her sister about a year ago and they have been repairing the relationship. And in regards to benefits, it would provide us with some more fun during family visits, which might become a little more frequent if it works. Mom thinks that she has a failsafe way to do this.” I took another drink of my soda. “Oh, and I was asked to give you this.” I handed a picture across the table to Jean.

The picture was of my Aunt Janine’s family. This picture was the first time I have seen anything more than old family photos of my relatives, and was I stunned. I’m not sure how it happened, but my mom’s side of the family is unusually well blessed with beauty. If you weren’t looking at her face, Janine could pass easily for my mom in almost every aspect. Her face is a little less rounded than moms, though she is seven years older. She has blond hair down to her neck, and her breasts look about the same size as mom’s do. Her daughter Tesha is also in the photo, and also has a body that makes men drool. At 19, she is smaller then her mom and has blond hair down to her lower back, and breasts that seem unnatural, but my mom claims are real. Her face is also beautifully rounded, and could melt lead with her smile. The photo also included my uncle Dan and my other cousin Tyler, who is 12.

Jean has been looking at the photo for a little bit now. After several minutes, she finally speaks up. “Your mom is sure this will work?”

“She claims it will. I’m not sure how though.”

“Then I will allow it, on one condition. I am going to get some equipment for you and I want you to set up some cameras and record the whole thing.” Jean handed back the photo and grabbed her fork for another bite.

“I promise. If this works, you won’t regret it.”

Two days later, mom and I were greeted by her sister’s family as we entered the terminal. I was immediately taken back by how much the photo did not portray. Janine and Tesha were more beautiful than I expected. Mom and Janine exchanged a long and tearful hug as I greeted the rest of the family. I then received the same treatment from Janine. I found that she was slightly taller than mom, reaching my own height of 5’11. Uncle Dan was about the same, while I had to bend down slightly to hug Tesha. We immediately talked about the trip as we collected our bags and headed to the van. By the time we got to their house, I had heard so many variations of “I’m so glad we finally got together,” that I was ready to flip.

While they claimed that we unfortunately only had one spare bedroom, I mentioned that I don’t mind sleeping on the floor so that I’m not taking up the family room couch. I knew I wouldn’t be on the floor but it gave mom and I an excuse to be alone. They left us to unpack before mom and I briefly went over the plans. It would happen tomorrow, and mom would work things up till that night. She said that she was aware that things were getting a little shaky between Janine and Dan, and that she was going to use that as an angle.

The next morning, Dan drove Tyler out to his campout. He was in the Boy Scouts, and had spent the night home instead of leaving the night before so he could meet his family. The next afternoon, Tesha and I drove around town catching up on our missed childhood experiences while mom and Janine went out to eat. I found out that Tesha worked at a local Target in the fashion department. She was getting ready to enter a nearby community college, possibly to pursue some field of medicine. She was not seeing anyone at the moment, but had recently ended a relationship because he wanted to move on from high school. We even ran into some of her friends while at a coffee shop. One of them even began flirting with me. I seemed to hit it off with Tesha better than expected, and we agreed to try and keep in touch. I found out that I was her only cousin, whereas I have two from my dad’s side. bahis firmaları

We got home a little bit before dinner. Dan grilled out and we ate dinner on the deck. Just after dinner, mom pulled me aside to say that she thought it might actually work. She found out that Dan had been acting a bit weird, pulling late hours, unwilling to have sex, and seemingly uninterested in Janine. That seems odd considering Janine’s beauty, but it is making Janine a bit worried that he is cheating on her. Not only was this weekend his weekend to manage the night crew, Tyler was now at his campout. I began to see just how much planning mom had done.

As we talked, I set up a camera behind a plant in the guest room we were in. After this, I set up a camera in Tesha’s room behind her row of stuffed bears on her desk hutch. I set up a final camera in the master bedroom that Janine and Dan sleep in. I figured I would try to work Tesha as well. I then set up a computer with a couple of 200 GB external hard drives. Getting everything up and running, I set it up so when I pressed a button, every camera would turn on and record onto the extra hard drives. I finished in enough time to head downstairs to join everyone and say goodbye to Dan before he left. Tesha headed up to her room to work on a project she was working on. Within about half an hour, mom was busy talking to Janine downstairs. Everything was set to record at a push of a button. Getting tired of the conversation, I went upstairs to turn on the system before heading to Tesha’s room. I knocked on her door.

“Who is it?” she responded.

“It’s me, Zack. Can I come in?” I start to grab for the door handle.

“Just a sec, let me clean a few things up.” I heard some rustling within the room before the door opened. “What’s up?

“Nothing much. Our mom’s are catching up and I didn’t really want to stick around during that. Figured I would see what you were working on.” I noticed that her face was flushed, a little more than would be expected for sitting around working.

Straightening her body a bit, she turned and walking into the room. “I was just working on this project. You might be interested in it. It’s a history of my family, including your half of it.” She pointed to page she had out. “I was working on adding your family into it. I had nothing more than a note about your mom in it. Maybe you can help me fill this in.”

I sat on the edge of her bed and began answering some questions about the family. After about fifteen minutes of this, I told her I was could get her better information when I got home. She put the pencil down and come over to lie down next to me.

“Zack, you mentioned that you were seeing somebody earlier. How long have you known her?”

“I’ve known her for a little while now, but we just started getting serious about a month ago. I like her a lot, and we get along wonderfully. What about you? What happened to you?”

Tesha began explaining how her last boyfriend left her after two years because he needed to move on from high school. He wanted to go to college a free man and having a girlfriend would hinder him. Lame excuse if you ask me. She took it pretty hard, though it is probably him who is missing out.

I reached over and grabbed her hand. Looking at her, I said “Don’t worry. Sometimes things aren’t meant to be. It took me several tries to find Jean. I’m sure you’ll find someone worthy.” Pausing a second, I added, “And with a body and face like yours, I’m sure guys are interested.”

She pulled her hand away and put it on her stomach. “Yeah, but that sometimes makes it hard to determine what they want…me or my body.”

“After having spent the day getting to know you, I could see me asking you out if we weren’t related.”

I’m not sure what exactly did it, but it was but a few seconds after I said that that Tesha leaned over and looked me in the eyes. “Let’s pretend we weren’t cousins for a little while.” With that she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss, but that was okay.

“I think we can pretend that for a little while,” I responded as I grabbed her body and pulled her close. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I gave her a more romantic kiss, long with just the right amount of tongue. Ending the kiss, I placed one hand on her cheek and leaned her head back as I began to plant kisses on her neck. Her head twisted as she began to suck on my thumb.

Running my hands down her sides, I wrapped them around her waist, wrapped my legs around hers, and rolled onto my back, bringing her on top of me. Sitting up, she began to run her hands down to my stomach before slowly pushing my shirt up. Her hands explored my belly first, then my chest as she leaned forward and began to place kisses onto my body. Her fingers twirled my light amount of chest hair. My hands explored her lower body as she pushed my shirt up to my neck. Helping her out, I reached for my shirt and pulled it off. She continued kaçak iddaa to play with my chest as she tip-toed her fingers up my body, then up my neck, and placed her index finger on my lower lip. She then slid her finger into my mouth and I sucked on it as I felt her other hand unzipping my pants. Sliding down between my legs, she reaching down with both hands, unbuttoned my pants and began to pull them down. I lifted my butt in the air as she slipped them off, her body maneuvering to get the pants completely off my body. By now, my cock was beginning to get hard, though it still had some room to go. Once she was done with that, she then did the same with my underwear, both of us going through the same motions.

With my underwear now off, her hands slid up my legs towards my developing erection. Her body flattened on the end of the bed as her hands wrapped around my phallus and she began to play with it. After lightly feeling the texture of my cock, she then spit on the end of it and massaged it around. By now I was feeling completely engorged as her hands slowly moved up and down my cock.

“I’ve given head a few times Zack, but I have never seen one this full before. I think you might be the perfect person to help me lose my virginity. This is going to feel wonderful.”

“You’re still a virgin?” This was surprising. I figured she would have taken advantage of her body and fooled around a bit for practice.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked up at me from behind my cock and answered. “I’ve been saving that part of my body for a special moment.” Looking back at my cock, she added, “I think this might be it, even if we are family.” She grinned, and then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside.

I felt her lips tighten as her tongue flicked around inside. She only took in the head of my cock, but based on what I was feeling, it was obvious that she wasn’t kidding when she said she had given a few blowjobs before. She handled herself well, using her tongue to excite every spot of my head she could. She slid her mouth down a little further and continued. I’ve had a few blowjobs myself, but this was the best I’ve ever received. “Keep it up Tesha, this is wonderful,” I encouraged. I could barely feel the back of her mouth hitting the tip of my cock as her tongue massaged the shaft. Wanting to see what she could do, I placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed down, sliding my cock into her throat. She accepted it well, and after about ten seconds, I let her go as she began to gag. “Pretty good,” I told her. Then, without warning, she took it all again without prompting. The third time she did it, I immediately unloaded myself right down her throat. She had done such a good job that a cum/spit mixture began to slowly ooze out of the side of her mouth as her throat and mouth filled up. Pulling out, I sprayed a few shots onto her face as my orgasm subsided. Like a thirsty dog needing water, she licked up every last drop. When she finished, I asked, “Did you like that?”

“Holy shit that was good! It felt like my mouth was about to rip itself open from the strain you are putting on it. And man did that taste good. Definitely one of the best BJ’s I’ve ever given. I want more,” she finished as she dove down to go at it again.

Grabbing her hair, I pulled it back to stop her. “You can have some more later. We have other things to do.” With that I smiled and nodded my head. Her nod showed me that she was ready to listen. I let go of her hair and continued, “Stand up on the bed.” Without pause I watched her get up on her feet. I reached over and turned on the alarm radio she had on the nightstand next to the bed. Finding a good station, I turned the volume down a bit so it didn’t blare through the whole house and layed back down. “I’m sure you have heard of a lap dance before. Well, I want you to give me a bed dance.”

Needing no encouragement, Tesha began to slowly sway her hips side to side. Her hands ran up the side of her body as she tried to move with the music. Every few beats of the drum her hips shot left and right. Her legs straddled my waist as her body bent down, her head almost touching my chest and her hair brushing my body. Standing back up, her hands reached for the ceiling as she moved her belly in a poor attempt at imitating Shakira. As her hands pulled down, she slid them down the side of her body and began to rapidly sway her hips in a circle above me. Turning away from me, she quickly undid her pants and bent her ass down to my face. With her hair brushing my crotch she reached forward and slid her hands along my legs from my feet to my crotch, grabbed hold of my cock and gave a few jerking motions in time with the music before standing up again. Sliding her hands along the waist of her pants, she slowly pushed them down to her knees as she once again bent her ass towards my face. Standing up, she lifted one foot and pulled her leg out of the pants, then repeated that with her other leg, tossing her jeans across kaçak bahis the room onto the floor.

At this point, I wasn’t too impressed with her dance. As another song ended on the radio, Tesha moved towards the end of the bed and stood above my feet. Bending down to her knees, she repositioned my legs together and then leaned forward, resting her body on my legs. Tesha began to crawl closer towards my face, running her t-shirt covered breasts along my leg, against my crotch, up my belly and chest, and against my face. Her pantied crotch followed and when she went as far as she could on the bed, her body arched upwards and she got back onto her knees above my face. Looking straight at her pussy, I watched her lift her shirt up slowly, raising it above her head and removing it, once again tossing her clothing across the room. She was now wearing only a matching pink lace bra and panty set. She stood up, and moved back to standing around my waist.

Surprisingly, a commercial about a local adult novelty shop played on the radio as she swung her hair around like she was one of Charlie’s Angels. Crossing her arms she used her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together as she bent down towards me. While bent forward, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Extending her arms down at me, she grabbed my nipples softly as the bra fell down her arms, landing on my chest. Letting go, she stood back up and left the bra on me. I left it there as she once again began to sway her hips around in circles. Her hands played with her breasts as her whole body moved with the music. A few minutes of dancing took place with her hands exploring every part of her body before she slid a hand into her panties. Pulling the crotch up, you saw her lips surround the thin piece of cloth between. Pulling her hand back out, she began to pull her panties down and off her body, tossing them onto my face as her body bent down to sit on my belly.

Able to see out of one leg hole of her panties, I watched her lean forward, her breasts resting on my chest as she gripped her panties with her teeth. In one swift motion, she pulled her head up, leaned it to one side, and swung her panties to the opposite side, then back, slapping my face with them both times. She then sat up on my belly, and grabbed her panties out of her mouth. Without knowing what she was planning, I watched her reach down to her crotch and begin to rub her clit a few times with her own panties. Then, before I could do anything, she began to stuff them inside. I just watched with amazement as she stuffed all but the tag inside. Quickly reaching forward, I grabbed the tab and yanked the panties out. She gave a quick yelp as this happened, then giggled lightly.

“Okay, I think you are done now. That was enjoyable, but I want you to work on it before our next encounter. Okay?”

With a slight frown, she replies, “Okay. Now what?”

Grinning, I answered her. “Now, you get what you asked for earlier. I want you to scoot back and impale yourself.”

Without question, Tesha moved herself back and lifted her body up. Positioning herself, she slowly guided my rock hard cock up to her pussy. She was slowly beginning to push herself onto it when I intervened.

“I said to impale yourself. That means you are to shove yourself onto it.” I gave her a stern look as I said this.

Tesha looked at me questioningly at first, and then give a sigh as she pushed the tip of my cock inside. Once that was in, she looked at me again, and then pushed her whole body down forcefully. As her hymen broke, which my cock felt quite easily, she let out a loud scream.

I stretched my arms up towards her. With tears forming, she laid down on top of me. Wrapping my arms around her, I began to comfort her. “It will be okay; it’s supposed to hurt the first time.” I could feel the tears forming on my neck. Lifting her head up, I leaned mine forward and gave her a kiss. I think it helped her relax a bit and forget about the pain. “This is going to feel a bit painful at first, but trust me when I say that the pain will subside into pleasure.” Grabbing her ass, I began to shift her body almost completely off of my cock, and then pushed her back on. I began to repeat the motions, very slowly at first to help her get used to the feeling. With each push motion, both off and onto my cock, Tesha let out a wince. However, after several minutes of this, the winces slowly became gasps, and then became sighs. It was slow at first, but within about ten minutes, she began to moan in pleasure instead of pain. As this happened, I began to move her faster, with less regard towards easing her into the rhythm.

“Faster Zack. Faster,” she whispered as her breasts whipped themselves across my chest.

I began to move her faster and faster as she requested, struggling hard to hold out my own release. I had been working for a while with my mom and Summer, and then Jean, to control myself, and was getting better at it. However, I could only last so long. “Tesha, how are you doing?”

“I feel funny down in my pussy. I think I’m going to orgasm.”

“Great. You tell me when you…”

“It’s happening,” she screamed out.

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