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As a prelude, this is, to my best knowledge, the events that occurred four years ago. Since I don’t have an eidetic memory most of the conversations are close approximations.

My wife and I had a very loving marriage in the beginning, and through that we have two wonderful kids. Samantha and Daniel. We had the typical suburban lifestyle; decent house in the suburbs, 2 cars, dogs, etc. Basically, idyllic for all intents and purposes. I was 31 when our daughter was born, making me 49 when all this happened. Looking back, I’m still not sure how exactly this came about.

When we were new parents we weren’t sure about when to put Sam into school. She was in a pre-school program, but there was a little confusion about when to put her into regular public school. She entered into Kindergarten a year after most of the other kids, which meant she was a year older than most of her friends. To compound matters, she inherited my size. I’m 6’5, 260lbs. I’m not a small guy by any stretch of the imagination, towering over most other people. Sam was always in the top 99 percentile for both height and weight. She was never a chubby kid, but she was solid. I frequently joked that I had the linebacker and the quarterback, as my son was always in the middle of size and weight.

The kids went through school as most kids do. Sam received good grades, frequently making the AB Honor Roll. Dan was a little more gifted in that regard and anything less than straight A’s made him nearly depressed. We never really had to discipline them, and for the most part we had a very normal, happy family.

The winter of my daughter’s Junior year in High School, my mom passed away. My mom and daughter were very close, and her passing devastated Sam. As a result, her grades suffered, primarily in history. So much so that she was required to attend the dreaded Summer School.

My wife, God love her, did not take this news well. She never had to go to summer school so the fact that one of her kids had to was inconceivable. I admit there was a summer where I had to endure it, so I just accepted it and moved on.

Part of what infuriated my wife so much was that it put a crimp in her summer vacation plans. Every summer she likes to drive 16 hours and visit her brother and his family for a couple of weeks. The thought of long car trips makes me want to gouge my eyes out, and I usually have to work some (if not all) of that time, giving me a decent excuse to stay home. It didn’t always work. Samantha having to go to school meant that the vacation was in jeopardy. However, I assured her that I would be willing to sacrifice my “enjoyment” of the trip to stay at home with Samantha and make sure she went to school, studied, etc. Oh poor, pitiful me!

Samantha argued that she was now 18 (June birthday), and could stay by herself. While that held some merit, it was one less excuse I had to stay behind so I staunchly refused. So in the middle of July, my wife and son packed up the minivan and headed out for their long vacation.

It was Thursday night, and work and school were tomorrow. We had a quick dinner of fast food then home for bed.

I never sleep well the first night I’m by myself, so I just tossed and turned. My wife called around midnight to let me know they had stopped for the night at a hotel we had arranged, which put my mind at ease but it was still weird being alone. So when the alarm went off at 6am, I was already up for the most part. I got ready and went into the kitchen for some breakfast. Sam was already downstairs, eating some cereal and watching some inane program on the TV. I sat down with my bagel and coffee and we chatted briefly about what we were doing that day and that evening.

Sam had several friends, but she was always a little bit of an outsider. Because of her size and age, she never really fit in with most of her other classmates. When she was younger she had some friends in the next grade, but that changed in middle school when it was uncool to have friends who were underclassmen. She’d occasionally go out on Friday nights to the mall or to a movie, but it was more often than not she’d be at home with us. Tonight wasn’t looking to be any different.

Work was work. That’s about all I can say about it. I came home that evening and Sam was already at home, playing a video game on the computer in the living room. We had a rule that the kids weren’t going to have personal computers in their room; a byproduct of watching Law and Order SVU too many times.

“Hi honey! I’m home!” I called out in my best Ward Cleaver impersonation

“Hi dad.” She called out, engrossed in her game

“How was school?”

“Boring.” Her eyes never left the screen

“Uh huh. Whatcha want for dinner?”

“I dunno.” The usual answer

“Pizza?”

“Sure!” That got her attention. Her mom doesn’t like delivery pizza. I thrive on it.

“Cool. I’ll order it.”

I went into the bedroom, changed into my after-work attire (jeans and tshirt), and called the pizza delivery place. 30 minutes as usual. Heading back into the living room, bostancı escort I flopped down onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Sam got bored with her game and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“Mom called.” She said, “Made it Uncle Jay’s house. Said she tried to call your office but you didn’t answer.”

“Probably in a meeting or three.” I said, nodding. I reached for the phone and gave my wife a quick call.

“Hey honey! Heard you made it there okay?”

“Yeah, it was a good trip. Dan was helpful.”

“Oh? Let him drive some?”

“A little. Interstates are still a little intimidating.”

“Mmhmm. Doing anything tonight?”

“Just chatting and maybe some cards. What about you guys?”

“Ordered pizza. Maybe watch a movie?” Said, looking at Sam and shrugging. Sam shrugged back.

“I figured you two would order pizza.”

“Yep! Well, y’all have a good time up there. Tell everyone I said hi and sorry we couldn’t make it this time.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure you’re devastated.” She teased

“I am! You know I don’t sleep well when you’re not here.”

“We’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay. Have fun. Talk to you soon. Love you.

“Love you. Tell Sam I said be good! Bye.”

I hung up and turned to Sam “Mom says she loves you.”

“Uh huh.” She grumbled. “I heard what she said.”

“Well… She said it in her own way.” I said chuckling

“Whatever.”

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“Uh huh. Talk to me.”

“Just… mom. Being, ya know, mom.” I’ve heard this before.

Sam and her mom didn’t always get along. We had the type of family where it was daddy’s girl and mommy’s boy. Dan and I got along okay, but nothing like how he and my wife got along. Sam and I got along great, but she and my wife would often clash. It’s been that way since she was 6 really.

“Yeah. I know. But she does love you, you know that.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to hear it once and a while.” She mumbled.

“Yeah. But you know I love you.” I said, grabbing her knee and squeezing. One thing about Samantha: she is VERY ticklish. My squeeze elicited a squeal and quick curing of her knees underneath her. Before I could press the tickling assault, the doorbell rang. Pizza was here.

“Saved by bell, literally.” I laughed as I got up to answer the door. Sam just pretend glared at me.

I took the box to the kitchen and opened it up and called Sam to dinner.

“Yo! Get your butt in here! Dinner’s ready!”

“Just my butt?” the standard response

“Sure. Unless the rest of you wants to eat too.”

I got out the plates, pulled a couple of slices for each of us, and grabbed beer for myself. I headed towards the living room to enjoy dinner while watching TV

“Mom doesn’t like us eating in the living room.” She reminded me

“Yeah. Mom ain’t here.” I grinned and headed into the living room.

I sat down and began eating. Sam followed suit shortly after.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked

“Aside from the one you just asked?”

“Ha ha. Anyway, why do you like beer?”

“I dunno.” I thought about it. “I just do. Why?”

“Some of the other guys at school were talking about it. Getting a case and going to the lake.”

“That happens. We’ve talked about alcohol before. Beer is alcoholic, but not incredibly so. Not like whiskey or scotch. Never liked those. Some people say they can taste fruity undertones or some other crap. To me, they always taste like pain.” She chuckled at that

“What does beer taste like?”

“You’ve never tried it? Seriously? I thought you’d’ve at least had a sip at a friend’s house or behind my back or something.”

“Nope.” She shrugged

“Well hell. It’s Friday night. Go get one.”

“Really!?” she was both shocked and surprised I had suggested it

“Why not. Just don’t tell your mother.”

She nodded and went into the kitchen to get a bottle. She came back a few minutes later with the bottle and the opener and handed both to me.

“Don’t want to break it.” I popped the lid off and handed the bottle back to her

“To first times.” I said, holding my bottle up and clinked it against hers. We both took a swig.

“GAH! Tastes like shit!” She exclaimed, then covered her mouth when she realized she had cussed in front of me. “sorry” she said meekly. I just chuckled.

“It’s an acquired taste.” I said, taking another drink. “You don’t have to drink any more if you don’t want to.”

“We’ll see.” She said, putting the beer down and taking a swig of her soda.

“How was school?” I asked, changing the subject

“Didn’t you already ask me that?”

“Yeah, but you really didn’t answer.”

“We’ve been talking about the 18th century. Like I said: boring.”

“I can’t really argue with that.” I nodded in agreement

“Plus it gets annoying when the boys giggle talking about the sex back then.”

“Lots of it I take it?” I said, trying not to choke on my beer

“Some, yeah. They were pretty sancaktepe escort inbred back then.”

“Still are if you ask me. Look at ears on the prince!” that made her laugh

“So why did they do it?”

“What? Incest?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not a history scholar, but I think it was to keep power in the family.”

“I guess. Is that why it’s against the law nowadays?”

“Well, it’s always been a little against the law, depending on where you go. Some places more than others.”

“Why does anyone care anyway?”

I thought about it for moment. “I’d say to keep children safe mainly, and to keep genetic problems from spreading down the line.”

“I guess.”

That was pretty much the end of the conversation. We watched TV, mostly in silence, occasionally commenting on something we saw. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that she would occasionally reach down and try the beer again, make a face and put it back. I took note that the faces were less extreme and the beer wouldn’t stay on the table for as long. Eventually, she upended the bottle and drained the last of it.

“Finished!” she exclaimed triumphantly

“Bravo! No more though.”

“Yeah.” She shook her head. “I’m gonna get changed for bed.”

She got up slowly and steadied herself holding onto the back of the sofa. She took a deep breath which seemed to clear her head and headed up the stairs to her room. A few minutes later she came down, wearing an old tshirt of mine and flannel shorts. I had taken the plates back to the kitchen and cleaned up while she was changing. She sat on the sofa beside me, leaning against me.

“Are you drunk?” I asked teasingly

“No! I think they call it buzzed.”

“Well, you’re not slurring or anything. Don’t need to throw up?”

“Dad! No!”

“Just making sure. Here, I got you some water. Drink.”

“You didn’t spike it, did you?”

“Oh ha ha. It’s just water.”

Laying against me, I could see the outline of her breasts pushing against the shirt. She didn’t have giant breasts, but they were a health B-cup. I had to remind myself not to stare too long so I tried to focus on the TV. The evening news came on, and the top story was about some Republican fighting an abortion law. While I may be against abortion itself, I believe that’s up for a woman to decide. Some disagree, and the usual exceptions came up: Rape and Incest.

“What bullshit.” I muttered

“What is?” my daughter asked through a yawn

“Just what they’re saying. As if the two can’t be exclusive.”

“Whatdaya mean?”

“Kinda goes back to what we were talking about earlier. Rape is rape. Incest is incest. The two aren’t always the same thing. They’re forgetting that lots of incest occurs that’s consensual. Though I think it would be funny to see a couple go up hand-in-hand and say ‘HI, we’re brother and sister. The condom broke, whoops! Can we get an abortion?’ If it’s between two, consenting adults, who cares?”

“Huh. Never thought of it like that before. I doesn’t gross you out?”

“Love is hard to define, ya know? It’s really only society that says what’s gross and what’s not.”

We watched a little more TV, until Sam jerked beside me as she almost fell asleep.

“Okay. That’s bed time for me. ‘Night dad.”

“‘Night.” I said, still watching the TV.

What I didn’t see was she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I turned my head, and her lips and mine halfway met. Kind of like a kiss that was half-cheek, half-lip. Her eyes flew open wide and for a second we were frozen there. She pulled back, turning beet red.

“OhmyGodI’msosorry.” She sputtered

“It’s okay baby. Accidents happen.” I explained. “Now get to bed.”

She scurried up the stairs and into her room. I tried to watch TV, but damn she had soft lips! Briefly, my mind drifted to the fantasy world, images of her kissing me flashing through my head. I licked my lips where hers had been. I could detect a faint sweetness there, probably from a lip balm or something. I put the thoughts out of my mind and turned off the TV. I looked at the clock, but it was way too early for bed. I was bored with the TV and didn’t feel like getting on the computer. I decided to get a shower and get in bed.

As the hot water drenched me, I kept thinking about the almost kiss. A few seconds either way and it would have been an innocent peck on the cheek or nothing at all. It was timed almost perfectly. I finished my shower, threw my tshirt and some clean boxers on, and got into bed. Not really sleepy, I opened a book and started reading.

I woke up with a start, realizing I had dozed off after a few pages. I had been out a couple of hours. I got up and went into the living room to shut the house down. The lights were off, but a glow was coming from the computer. Samantha was on, typing away with hard keystrokes.

“Bitch.” I heard her whisper. “God damn bitch.”

“Harsh.” I said, scaring her half to death

“GAH! Jeez dad!” she spun around in the chair, her hand clutching zeytinburnu escort her chest over her heart

“Sorry. What’s going on?”

“Nothing…”

“You sure?”

“Just… stupid people at school.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Saying I’m dumb for being in summer school.” Her voice quivered slightly

“Ah. Assholes.”

“Yeah. Assholes.” She almost whispered

“Turn it off. Don’t feed the trolls, as they say. Nothing you say or type will help the situation. People like that feed on reaction. The more you react, the happier they are. It’s better than sex for them.”

“I guess.”

“Shut it down and come talk to me.”

“I just wanna lay down.”

“Then come lay down and talk to me.”

I went back into the bedroom and lay down. She came in a second later. I couldn’t help but notice that she had obviously been in bed before, as she had removed her shorts. I could see her pale yellow panties poking out under her shirt. She shuffled beside the bed and climbed in under the covers beside me. I laid back and she curled up beside me.

“So what brought it on?”

“Jessica. She’s turned into a complete bitch!”

“I gather.”

“I’m getting ready for bed when I get a text saying I need to check the net. I get on and see her saying…things.”

“What things?”

“-“

“You can tell me anything baby. You know that.”

“That I’m stupid. That I sleep around. I don’t dad, I swear!”

“I know baby, I know. Why would she say that?”

“She broke up with her boyfriend, and he and I were talking the other day. She says I made him break up with her so I could fu- uh, sleep with him.”

I kissed her on the head, “We’re adults here. You can say what you feel baby.”

“Thanks. I’m just so… I dunno.. Hurt? Angry?”

“All of the above?”

“Yeah. And.. I dunno.. Alone.”

“Alone?”

“Dad, I’m not stupid. I haven’t had a real boyfriend..ever. The only guys I’ve talked with are more interested in these –” she pointed to her chest ” — and getting off than anything else. And the ones who aren’t would rather play video games. And if a girl dares to play video games she gets shunned and ridiculed for not being able to play! I mean.. GAH! What the fuck?!” she finished her tirade. I just held her close, not able to do anything else. I could feel her chest pressing against my side, my mind more aware of them since she pointed them out. They were soft and firm at the same time.

“What’s wrong with me dad?”

If that’s not one of the worst things a father can hear, I’m not sure is. That one line is burned into my brain and will be until the day I die. The hopelessness in her voice. The despair.

“Not a damn thing baby girl. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.”

She let out a little chuckle “Then I really will be labeled a slut.”

“Let me tell you something. You’re a smart, beautiful young lady. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’ve got more future ahead of you than any ten of them, so don’t you worry about a thing they say. And one day, in the future, when they’re cleaning your house and changing your oil, you’ll briefly remember all this, and then forget about them completely.”

“I’m not beautiful, dad. I’m fat.”

“Oh bullshit. You are not fat.” In truth she wasn’t. She wasn’t toothpick skinny, but I’ve seen the plus-sized girls at her school and she wasn’t among them at all.

“There are girls skinnier than me.”

“Maybe, but so what? Any one of them looks like they could stab someone with their hip bones. Break at the slightest wind.” She chuckled. “Hell, if one of ’em farts she flies twenty feet in the air!”

“Dad!” she laughed, poking me.

“What? It’s true. I bet they call Mexican restaurants ‘flight school’!” She started laughing harder

“Yeah, maybe. Then how come they all have boyfriends?”

“They’re easy and they put out on the first date?”

“Heh. Yeah. Still.”

I rolled onto my side, facing her. I put my arm around her and pulled her close.

“I love you. Never forget that. And if they can’t see the wonderful person you are, then they aren’t worth your time.”

“I love you too dad. Thanks.”

She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I leaned in and kissed her cheek back. She smiled a little then kissed my nose. I kissed her nose back. Sam looked at me, her eyes going up and down my face. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed my lips. She leaned back, looking down as if she realized she had crossed a line. I could feel her trembling in my arms, scared of what I might do. I’m not sure if she was scared I would be angry or scared if I wouldn’t be. Maybe both.

I leaned in and kissed her lips. I smiled at her as I reached over her and turned off the light.

“Do you want me to go back to my room?” she asked quietly when the room was dark

“What do you want?”

“Can I stay?”

I put my arm back around her as an answer and pulled her close to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as my eyes slowly adjusted to the low light. I felt her hand brush my cheek, then her lips were on mine again. This time it wasn’t a quick peck, but a full sensual kiss. I returned it, my hand caressing her back as I pulled her against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could barely feel her nipples poking at me through the clothes we were both wearing.

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I began the first day of my new life sleeping on an uncomfortable couch, cold and alone, ready to kill myself just to get some peace.

I ended it lying on a soft bed, surrounded by my family, satisfied in every possible way.

What changed? I have no fucking clue!

The only clues I had to go on were a half-remembered dream, a 3-minute blackout and a new way of controlling my family. One touch of both my wife and my daughter had turned them into servants, with no free will of their own. Needless to say, my son was pleased.

He managed to convince me to use both of them as sex slaves (Not that I took much convincing!).

We had spent the entire day screwing each others brains out in a mindless orgy until we collapsed into bed, completely spent. The oncoming darkness of sleep was unwelcome, I never wanted to stop experiencing my daughter’s petite body against mine, but I didn’t really have a choice.

As I slid into a pleasant dream a shiver seemed to pass through my brain. I opened my eyes and saw that my family were no longer on the bed with me. Groggily, I got up and started to walk towards the bedroom door. As I reached out a hand to open it, I heard the gentle creak of someone sitting down on a bed. I span around and was met with the sight of a young man dressed in a sharp suit, lighting a cigarette.

I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn’t respond. His eyes flicked up to meet mine and I saw that they were completely black; much like Sam and Rose’s eyes had istanbul escort temporarily turned when I had converted them. He said

“You’re doing it wrong”

His voice was surprisingly feminine.

He took a drag of the cigarette and looked me up and down

“I suppose it was my fault, I didn’t really have time to explain.”

I finally found my voice and spluttered

“Who the hell are you, what are you doing in my house?”

The young man smiled slightly and said

“I guess you can say I’m a… benefactor.

Yeah, that’s a good word for it.”

The smile disappeared

“Listen, we both have a lot to gain from this but not a lot of time to do it in so I need you to get to work!”

I shook my head and replied

“I don’t understand, what work?”

The benefactor sighed and stood up from the bed

“You do realise that I’ve been inside your head for about 24 hours, right? What do you think I mean? The control, moron! You’ve used it on two people already!”

I pointed to my marked hand and said

“You’re the one who gave me this?”

The benefactor raised his eyebrows and muttered

“Why’d I get stuck with the jelly-brain?”

He turned back to me and said

“Alright, I’ll spell this out for you. You can take control of anyone with that hand of yours. Still with me? Here’s the rub, I need you take control of as many people avcılar escort as possible.”

He took another drag

“Don’t care what you do with them after this is over, although kudos on the daughter-bangin’, I just need them to be under your control.

I can’t stay any longer, just do what I tell you to do and we’ll both win big!”

He took a step closer to me, his face began to distort. Soon it was completely black and featureless. Just like yesterday, the black hole began to split into two just as I woke up.

I was the first one to wake, sweating from the dream. Rose’s slight frame was draped over my chest, Sammy was lying near the bottom of the bed. At first I was unsure where Mark was but I soon got my answer. He had rolled off the bed at some point during the night and must have instinctively grabbed hold of me because his left hand was firmly clasped in my right.

I pulled my hand away, which woke him up.

His eyes fluttered open and for the briefest of moments I saw flecks of black amongst the blue.

I sat at the dinner table as my family made me breakfast. Mark had become as obedient as the others and I wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad. Mark had never been a brat (To me, at least), he didn’t deserve to be a slave. As far as I could tell there was no way of reversing the conversion. Mark set my breakfast down on the table and stood by my side as I tucked in.

I had noticed last night that şirinevler escort his cock was surprisingly large. It was thrilling to see my wife get absolutely jackhammered by it. As I kept on sneaking sideways glances in its direction my own began to get hard under the table.

I had experimented with guys in college and thought it was fun; the sight of my sons amazing cock was reminding me why. I ordered Mark to get under the table and suck my dick.

In minutes I was ready to cum. Mark had definitely had some experience in sucking cock!

I pushed my plate aside and told Rose to hop up on the table. She spread her legs in front of me and I dined on her instead. I really couldn’t get enough of her tight pussy. One final order sent Sammy under the table to join the fun. She began to suck on Mark’s giant cock. It was a struggle for her to even fit it in her mouth but somehow she managed it. Soon both I and Mark came, he decorated his mothers face while he swallowed my hot seed. In my hazy post-orgasm mind-state it was clear to me what needed to be done.

I stood up from the table, the taste of Rose’s juices still on my tongue, and walked into the living room. I grabbed a pen and some paper and started writing down names, names of friends, names of family, names of enemies, names of people that I wanted to control. The words of The Benefactor came back to me “We both have a lot to gain from this but not a lot of time to do it in”. I could feel the strange itching sensation in my right hand. I was sure it was a message from him, just like the blackout had been, an incentive to get my job done.

I didn’t know who he was or what his interest in me was but I knew that I wasn’t going to let this power go to waste. I was going to get as much out of this deal as possible. Like The Benefactor said, there’s a lot to gain.

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Chapter One

Peter

Balls deep inside of a random chick—that’s where I was supposed to be, not microwaving pizza bites and hanging mistletoe around my dad’s office.

“I appreciate your help, Peter.” My dad gripped my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know you had plans in Vegas.”

“It’s okay.” I’d rather be gripping a ponytail and grunting, but Dad needed me.

He sighed. His caramel skin, usually smooth and youthful, was haggard and lined. Juliet did a number on him—banging the caterer in his office the night before his Christmas party.

“You should come to Vegas with the boys and me. A few lap dances and you’ll be over Juliet.”

Vegas was magic like that. For a few nights, I could pretend that I didn’t want to drive my cock inside of Anna, Juliet’s daughter—my stepsister for the past year. It helped that most of the girls I hooked up with had silky black hair and looked achingly familiar from behind.

I didn’t feel guilty about using them. It was a choice between pretending a stranger was my stepsister or fucking the real thing on the family couch.

Not that she would let me. We almost hooked up once at a rehearsal dinner before we realized it was our parents getting married. I couldn’t bring myself to touch her then—although eating her out in the family room while our parents ate dinner in the dining room was a fucking turn on. I couldn’t touch her because Max had always wanted a daughter, and he and Anna had bonded straight away. I wasn’t willing to fuck up my father’s happiness to satisfy my dick.

My moral compass didn’t stop the fantasies, though—even when it became apparent she preferred pussy. Every date she brought home was a woman. Watching two girls make out on the sofa next to me was torture and drove my lust for my stepsister into overdrive.

As shitty as Dad’s situation was, at least his broken heart would give my aching balls a rest. Everything about Anna made it hard—her tight curves and thick black hair, to her baby blue eyes that felt like a punch to my chest whenever I caught them staring at me.

I wasn’t sure how many more times I could be in the same room with my dad’s stepdaughter without begging her to drop to her knees and smear her lipstick on me.

Ravishing-red was her signature color. I’d found it one day after sneaking into her room to sniff and stroke and do all the things I couldn’t do when she was home. I’d drawn a line around the tip then grabbed a pair of her dirty panties, wrapped them around my cock and tugged. Just that memory alone was enough to fuel my nightly wank sessions.

After the wedding, our parents enforced a weekly movie night on us as a way of bonding. Anna would lay a pillow on my lap and curl up against me. The angle offered a perfect view down her shirt and left me sweating until the movie ended. I couldn’t tell you half of what we watched together in the twelve months our parents were married. The only thing I could remember from those nights was how much effort it took not to slide my hand inside of her top and touch her nipples.

My cock throbbed. I shifted from one foot to the next, trying to discreetly make room behind my zipper. Anna had been an intense distraction from the moment our parents said “I do.” I was looking forward to a distraction-free life.

Juliet had already moved in with the caterer, so Anna wouldn’t be walking around my dad’s house in short towels anymore. An uncomfortable feeling tightened my chest at the thought of being in the house without her. I ignored it and grabbed a wreath of mistletoe before climbing up the ladder to secure it to the ceiling. Not seeing Anna every day was going to be a good thing.

The elevator dinged in the distance. Laughter filled the hallway as office workers started clocking out for the day and arriving for the festivities.

Footsteps clicked along the vinyl flooring and stopped below me.

“Does this mean I have to kiss you?”

Anna stood in front of me—an ugly sweater curving around her breasts and thin tights cupping her thighs. Her lush lips were colored in my favorite shade and lined up with my denim-covered cock, the perfect height for a kiss.

Fuck me.

Chapter Two

Anna

Peter’s cock hung to the right beneath his jeans—a fat ridge of muscle tucked against his thigh.

Saliva pooled inside my cheeks. I’d fantasized about tasting my stepbrother’s cock for longer than I was willing to admit. Enforced sibling movie nights didn’t help. The first night—while pretending to be asleep—I watched him from beneath my lashes, noticing the way the denim of his crotch expanded as he stared at my legs instead of the screen.

I graduated to laying my head on his lap, hoping that one day he would unzip his jeans and let me suck him like a lollipop. He never did. Being stepsiblings probably didn’t help, or the fact that I only brought home girls when he was around. I loved the dark look in his eyes as he watched my tongue slide into a girl’s mouth. He probably thought I preferred girls, but I didn’t—I liked esenyurt escort sex with anyone, and now that our parents were getting divorced, I wanted sex with him.

“What are you doing here?” Peter scowled, his cock disappearing behind one metal rung after another with every step he took toward the floor.

He looked flustered and angry—not the reaction I was hoping for.

“Anna. You came.” Max waved at me from the other side of the room. He was by me an instant later, wrapping me in a fatherly bear hug I had gotten used to over the last year.

Mom was such an idiot.

“Of course. I know how much you were looking forward to the party.” Guilt burned in my chest at the way Juliet had treated Max. He was loveable like a big teddy bear but with a toned body that could rival his son’s. If I hadn’t spent the past year pretending every phallic-shaped object I put in my mouth was Peter’s cock, then I would have taken the time to make Max feel better.

But I was too consumed by the need for my step-brother. I had to know what he tasted like before our lives veered in different directions.

“Peter, can you show Anna what to do? I’m going to greet people.”

Peter’s lips pulled tight and his brow lined. He looked annoyed.

Doubt prickled in my subconscious. I’d spent the last year of my life convinced that he wanted me just as much. Was I wrong? “Where do you want me, Peter?”

Please say on my knees.

“What are you doing here, Anna? Why aren’t you eating canapés with your mother’s new boyfriend?”

“That’s not fair,” I snapped. “I’m here for Max.”

And his son’s cock.

Peter’s eyes dropped to my lips and seemed to linger there for a moment before he shoved one hand through his hair. “I’ve got it handled.”

My brow arched as I scanned the room. Boxes of decorations were waiting to be hung and there was a table full of empty snack bowls and a horde of people spilling into the room. I dumped my bag at reception and grabbed a box of baubles. “I’m staying.”

He shook his head, seemed to curse under his breath, and grabbed a second box, following me to the Christmas tree by the far wall.

We hung balls and tinsel in silence, the scowl never leaving his face.

“I didn’t know she was cheating,” I whispered, a sick feeling settling in my stomach. As much as I wanted to taste Peter’s cock then move on with my life, his opinion of me mattered. I needed him to know I wasn’t like my mother.

Peter’s gaze darted to mine, his green eyes softening. “I know.”

“Then, what’s with the hostility toward me?”

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m a feeling a little…restless.”

A similar restlessness filled me. “Ah, you’re supposed to be in Vegas right now with some chick bouncing on your balls, right?”

I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy. I’d always hoped to be invited. Vegas was supposed to be a yearly Christmas tradition with his friends, but a few months into our parents’ marriage his trips became more and more frequent.

“Why didn’t you ever take me with you?”

He cleared his throat. “They were boys’ weekends.”

“There were a few times you went alone.” Usually when our parents were out of town.

“Sometimes I just needed to get away.”

“Why?” I prodded, hanging more baubles from the branches until it was almost impossible to see the pine needles.

He shrugged, looking down at the tree and focusing intently on looping the ribbon of one ball on a particular branch. “Why did you always lay your head on my lap when we watched movies?”

He looked up and our eyes locked. Heat seemed to radiate between us—the air thick with some unspoken truth.

I gulped, unsure how he would take my next confession, but I needed to know how he felt. “I like the smell of cock.”

Peter’s cheeks reddened, and he choked, glancing around the room to make sure no one could hear me. “What?”

A nervous tension rolled down my spine, but I was past the point of return. “Cock smells better than pussy. Cum tastes better too.”

Peter gripped a bauble in two hands, his knuckles white, his voice barely registering as a squeak. “You like cock?”

Anxiety drained from my limbs as I caught a glimpse of the bulge growing between Peter’s thighs. I leaned closer to him, making sure the tips of my breasts brushed his hand as I hooked a ball into place on the tree. “I love it.”

“Kids, can you get started on the food? There are supplies in the kitchen,” Max called out.

Peter’s eyes widened, and the color drained from his face, almost like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t—like wanting to fuck his stepsister. He shoved the bauble onto the tree without bothering to hang it and darted to the kitchen.

I looped the ribbon carefully over a branch and waited for the ball to fall into place.

Game on.

Chapter Three

Peter

Cold air blasted my cheeks as I shoved my head inside the open freezer. It was a relief to the blood boiling in my veins, but nothing was going to ease avrupa yakası escort the raging boner cramped my jeans except a good wank—or blowing in Anna’s mouth.

Fuck. I banged my head against the refrigerator door. Since when did Anna start liking cock?

“Oh, Max got the mini corn dogs.”

I stiffened and held my breath, but Anna’s creamy vanilla scent swirled around me, intoxicating and overwhelming as it soaked into my skin.

She stepped closer, peering over my shoulder and brushing her sweater against my arm.

Was that her boob?

I shoved my face farther into the freezer. Would it be weird if I crawled inside?

“I love those ones.” She moaned, her black hair sliding across my neck like silky fingertips as she peered over my shoulder. “I like to peel the skin off with my teeth and suck the tip of the sausages. They feel so good on my tongue.”

Blood drained from every cell in my body and rushed to my crotch, doubling the size of my dick. Fuck. Was that even physically possible?

I tried stepping from one foot to the other, but every brush of denim against the head was like the raspy flick of a tongue.

My balls curled up into tight knots, pulsing dangerously.

“Can I grab them?”

“What?” I squeaked, automatically cupping my balls.

One slender arm stretched over my shoulder until two soft mounds crushed against my back. Anna grabbed the box of mini corn dogs and winked.

She winked.

My stepsister had turned eating a kids’ snack into salacious adult innuendo, pushed her soft tits against me, and winked.

I was fuckin’ done. There was no way I could watch Anna suck on a sausage without blowing a load in my jeans. “I’ll be back.”

I casually side-stepped her, trying to hide the enormous erection I was sporting and hurried out of the kitchen toward the black silhouette of a man on the wall.

Anna liked cock. I had to stop myself from dropping to my knees and kissing the ground in thanks. But it didn’t change the fact that Max found the daughter he always wanted in Anna. I couldn’t screw that up for him.

But I could still jerk off to the thought of fucking his stepdaughter.

I pushed the door to the restroom open—one stall that was occupied and a urinal. Fuck.

I stumbled back to the main room, denim starting to cut off circulation and making walking difficult. I scanned every inch of the room for another restroom or office with a door where I could be alone for thirty seconds—because that was all it was going to take. But it was an open plan office, with only partitions and whiteboards separating the room into smaller office spaces. Some cubicles had whiteboards sitting above the grey walls offering more privacy, but someone just had to arch their neck to see behind. The potential for getting busted was high.

Max’s office had a door. Could I flop my dick out in a room full of my baby photos and abstract crayon art from two decades ago?

No. Damnit.

“You’re hard,” Anna whispered.

My heart slammed against my ribs and I jumped, not realizing she had followed me. “No, I’m not.”

She chuckled, walked around to face me and pointedly arched one brow toward my crotch. “I hate to break it to you, brother, but you’re horny.”

Her blue eyes seemed to light up, and her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth. “Were you trying to take care of it?”

Did that turn her on, knowing that I was looking for somewhere to find relief?

I shouldn’t indulge her question or the playful look in her eyes, but her lips were red and slightly parted and driving my imagination wild. “Yes, okay. Fuck. I was supposed to be in Vegas, remember. My cock hasn’t gotten the message.”

Her eyes found mine, the blue lost to a saucer of black, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. What was she thinking?

“Do it.”

My heart bounced against my ribs like a ball and I gulped, filling my mouth with air but not really sure I was still breathing. “Do what?”

“Get yourself off.”

Her response was instant, like a plan had already formed in her imagination.

Groans rolled up my throat, one after the other—or it could have been a single sound? I couldn’t tell; all the blood from my brain seemed to be pooling in my crotch, blurring reality. I had jerked off thousands of times but hearing her tell me to do it sent a shot of adrenaline through my veins, magnifying my desire and the desperate urge to spurt all over my fist.

“There’s nowhere private.”

There was no point denying it anymore. I brushed my thumb over the bulge in my crotch, the friction a form of relief, Anna’s gaze an aphrodisiac.

Her lips pinched together, making me want to bite the bottom one first, then the top. Fuck they would look good around my dick.

“What’s wrong with here?”

“Here?” I spluttered.”You want me to masturbate in the middle of my father’s Christmas party?”

She nodded and waved her hand around the room. anadolu yakası escort “There’s plenty of hiding spots. Get creative.”

Creative! What’s a creative excuse for being busted with cum on my fingers while serving mini corn dogs?

She pulsed her eyebrows up once and pursed her plump red lips in a challenge. “Think you can’t do it?”

Liquid leaked from the slit in my cock and my balls sat heavy against my thigh, ready to explode. “Oh, I could do it, but I don’t think that’s what Max meant by ‘holiday entertainment’ on the invitation.”

Anna’s chest seemed to heave, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Then, don’t get caught.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.” She stepped close enough to whisper in my ear. “I will if you will.”

She slipped one hand into the tiny space between us, pushed her sweater up and dipped her hand beneath the elastic of her tights. The outline of two knuckles appeared where her clit would be.

Holy fuck. I stared, transfixed, Anna’s fingers making tiny pulsing moves as her bottom lip dropped open. I swallowed the moan punching up my throat, and tugged her to me, hiding what she was doing from the rest of the party. I pressed my nose to her hair, breathing in the sweet vanilla shampoo that I’d used as lube more than once. “You’re fucking crazy.”

Her hand shifted beneath her tights until it rubbed against me. “And you’re fucking hard.”

Oh god, her fingers made tiny pulsing moves up and down my jeans. Even cloaked by her tights, the pressure was delicious. “I am.”

“So, play along.” She teased me, digging a nail into denim until it felt like a gentle scrape up and down my shaft.

White dots blurred my vision. There were two layers of clothing between her fingers and my cock, but it felt as thin as air between us. It was almost too much to bear. I was like a teenager, ready to spurt in my jeans.

The rational side of my brain tried to scream at me to stop, but I couldn’t hear anything over the roar of blood in my ears.

“Play along?” I grunted, feeling my hips arch into her touch and my nose burying further into her hair. “You want us to get ourselves off somewhere in this room without getting caught?”

“That’s the idea.” She whispered as her breathy voice caressed my ear.

My gaze lifted from her hair and darted around the room, from one familiar face to the next. Max started this company when I was a baby. I knew everyone. If I were caught with my hand shoved inside of my jeans, it would be humiliating, but technically I wouldn’t be touching the woman Max thought of as a daughter. Maybe jerking off with Anna, seeing her skin flush pink and hearing the stifled moan roll off her tongue was what I needed to move on. “What are the stakes?”

The black in her eyes flared, and her fingers halted their movements. “If I come without anyone but you realizing, then I get to drive the Camero.”

She’d been trying to take it for a spin since our parents married. I wasn’t overly fond of it, but I still denied her; knowing I had something she wanted gave me some sick, perverted sense of triumph. Or maybe I was secretly waiting to see what she would be willing to do to drive it.

“Okay.”

A spike of adrenaline kicked my pulse up a notch. It was my turn now, but my heart was pounding too hard, my mouth too dry to speak.

“What about you, Peter? Anything of mine that you want to try? Anything you want me to do?”

Her mouth curved into a smile, Ravishing-red perfectly painted on her lips and waiting to be smeared.

Her chest stilled like she was holding her breath, and her fingers clenched, gripping the outer edges of my bulge. I wanted more. I wanted Anna on her knees, mouth open.

Say it. “Fifty dollars.”

Fuuuck. What the fuck was wrong with me? After all the innuendos and groping, did I honestly think she would say no to a blow job, or more?

No, I could see the desire in her eyes. That’s what scared me. If she sucked me even once, or let me bury myself inside of her tight, wet hole, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d want more, like the long-walks-on-the-beach type of more and I couldn’t have that, not after her mother broke my dad’s heart and not while he still thought of Anna as his daughter.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Her hand loosened around my shaft, and her smile faltered.

A flutter of excitement bloomed in my chest. Was she disappointed?

It didn’t matter. This had to be a hands-off each other activity and a final goodbye to my fantasies.

I nodded. Fifty bucks could buy me a blow job from an Anna doppelgänger in Vegas.

“One thing,” I said. “It’s pretty obvious when a guy, you know…”

Her brows arched, and her lips twitched. “Comes?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and shoved my fingers through my hair, suddenly nervous. “How am I supposed to know if you…”

“Orgasm?” She finished, grinning. “You must really need that fifty bucks.” She was teasing, but there was a bite to her tone. I didn’t need the money, and she knew it.

“How do you normally know a girl has come?”

I closed my eyes and tried to calm the raging pulse in my cock. “I usually feel it.”

Her hand slipped out of her tights, and she lifted her fingers to her mouth—thick, creamy moisture clearly visible on the tips. My tongue rolled over the roof of my mouth, imagining her sweet taste.

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FOREWORD

Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I’ll be submitting chapters into up to 17 different story categories. I don’t believe anything like this has been tried here before.

NEW CHAPTER(S) WILL BE SUBMITTED ALMOST DAILY. By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.

I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you’ll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it’ll occasionally include a mild “fetish” so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.

Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there’s a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies say it turns them on to picture two guys, just like girl-girl sex is arousing for many males. Yet Chapter 1’s purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I’d hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.

Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, yet also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, these chapters could go into several categories. Please don’t judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. 😉

Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.

Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Hate mail is deleted without being read – life is too short All my FREE stories are written to make as many readers happy as possible, but no story is perfect for everyone.

Thank you. W_S

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Chapter 38: Larry Discovers His Sister

All four conspirators came down for breakfast at roughly the same time. Mrs. Troutman was a fine cook. Her pancakes, sausage links, and home fries went down easy, filling me up. By prior agreement we allowed Lynn answer most of the “how was the movie, kids” questions. If only one of us spoke we couldn’t contradict each other. If anyone else was put on the spot, they were to answer “The movie was boring, I fell asleep.”

Managing to give Lynn’s hand a squeeze under the table, I announced I had to run home for my farm chores.

Lynn’s voice stopped me at the door. “Would you like us to pick you for church tomorrow?”

Making eye contact, I replied “Yes, please.”

Thank God for church, I laughed to myself over my own little joke. Hopefully there’d mean a slight detour coming home afterwards. It was going to be difficult staying at home for the day, but the girls felt Carly would be more at ease if she knew her brother wasn’t around.

Arriving home, I searched out Carly, then shocked her by helping with her chores. Wasn’t easy pretending not to notice the funny looks she gave me. At last curiosity got the better of her. “OK, what’s going bostancı escort on? Why are you helping me?”

“I told you last night, I feel bad about leaving you on your own so much lately. I actually enjoy spending time with you, Munchkin. As of today I’ve even decided to help you with your chores whenever I can. Hey, it’s one way to spend time together. If you want to help, or hang around when I do mine, that’d be nice, but there’s no strings attached. OK?”

Turning around, I went to back opening 100-pound bags of chicken feed. Carly went back to filling water stations, she looked my way a couple more times, but didn’t say a word.

As we were waiting for the last water tank to fill, suddenly two arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me. As I turned around to face my hugger, Carly pressed herself tightly against me, laying her head on my chest.

“That was the sweetest thing I’ve heard in a long time. It really means a lot to me.” she sighed.

For a minute we stood there silently holding our sibling. The barn was very cool, the thick concrete floor and foundation was the reason. Carly’s warmth felt extra nice. After that minute, her breasts against just my T-shirt felt like a pair of embers burning into me. Without meaning to, I WAS becoming aroused. She fit into my arms so well, smelled so fresh, and was pressing a very desirable female body against my well-rested male one.

Feeling guilty, I loosened my hug, allowing her move away from me if she was ready. Carly, if anything, pulled me closer.

“I’ve missed having you around, Larry. I… “

Carly had something else she wanted to say, but couldn’t. Certainly I was curious, but let pass it so she wouldn’t feel pressured.

Her face turned to mine. I was used to kissing Carly; we’d kissed each other for as far back as I could remember. As usual, I aimed for an off center kiss, but Carly shifted so our lips met squarely as she rose far up on her toes to meet me.

Even though my heart was skipping beats from my excitement, I fully intended to keep it to a short, brotherly kiss. But her lips were rose petal soft, they were as warm as a fireplace on a Winter night, her breath was fresh and moist. What I was experiencing was simply too wonderful to pull away from; I told myself just one second more, just one second more, just…

Man did I lose track of time. Our kiss (and I say ours because Carly was kissing me as much as I was kissing her) lasted more than five seconds, but less than five minutes. Our lips never parted, we simply shared a long kiss. Long enough that I ended up sporting a big league erection at any rate. My hands never moved from her back; much later it occurred to me that Carly’s might have slid down to the top of my butt.

Having sex wasn’t on my mind; I wasn’t plotting, planning, or pawing. Holding Carly, accepting her feather-light kiss, simply got a rise out of me. I didn’t try to press against her, she was holding us together. I had to believe she must have felt my unintended erection. If so, she’d calmly accepted it. Carly is very innocent to be sure, but she was a farm girl, she wasn’t stupid.

When Carly relaxed her toes, thereby pulling away slightly, she again laid her head on my chest. Holding me tight yet again, I hugged her back, it felt too sensational to fight it.

Her lower fingers definitely were on my tush, which felt incredible. Oh how I wanted to run my hands around her back, but I was afraid to move for fear I might not stop where I should. At that instant I recalled my accidental handful for her breast last night. The instant I did, my penis clearly jumped in my pants.

“Damnit!” I thought.

Carly gave another thigh squeeze, then released me. “Thank you, I really needed that.” she said as she headed to turn off the water which had begun to spill over the tank’s rim.

My mind was screaming. Thank you for what? The hug, the help, the kiss, getting fatih escort turned on like a pervert? What? I didn’t think I’d be able to speak, but I surprised myself.

“Carly,” I said after her, “I’m not sure what you’re thanking me for, but you’re welcome. Anytime you need anything, ask me. Anything I can do, I will.”

I paused; she turned, looking into my eyes.

“Hope you know I love you, Munchkin.”

Carly stood immobile for several seconds, then walked back to me. Taking my face in her hands, she gave me a short kiss before walking away.

Short does not mean bad. It doesn’t mean insipid. Short is merely an indication of a small passage of time in this usage. The kiss I got was closed mouth, like before. Unlike before, this kiss was charged with emotion. That kiss is when I learned my little sister had become a women, she curled my toes. There was 220-volt electricity in her lips.

Carly wasn’t trying to be sexy, she wasn’t trying to do anything. Yet she clearly had passion, hunger, and more inside of her; it had flowed though her then into me like a completed circuit.

[Hot damn, Carly! Wow.] The words kept running through my brain.

Chapter 39: Carly Discovers Her Brother

Neither of us spoke again until we’d finish all Carly’s daily farm chores. When we’d finished her work, she grabbed my hand, grinned, saying, “Where do we start?”.

We clearly finished faster working as a team, there were enough things we had been doing separately where four-hands were clearly more efficient than two. For example, tossing stuff over a fence to a partner sure beating fighting with a gate then walking back and forth a bunch of times.

Actually, it was fun that morning. God, I might almost start looking forward to chores if we kept working together. We walked back to the house with arms around each other. Life was good.

Before she went off the change, I steered Carly to the porch swing so we could sit a spell first. “Munchkin, before you left for the Troutman’s, I wanted to tell you a few things.

I’ve really gotten to know the Beth and Lynn much better recently. They both like you a lot, they’re both looking forward to being closer friends again. You’re normally pretty shy, you find it easier to keep things to yourself. I’m that way too, but I’m changing. Mostly, I wanted you to know I’ve found I can trust them, even talk to them about… anything. If you get to know them the way I have, I bet you’ll feel a lot less lonely. Hope you have more fun than you can imagine today.”

Carly snuggled in close. I’d had my hand around her shoulder. Carly lifted my hand to her lips, then kissed it. After wrapping her hands around mine, Carly pressed my palm to her chest a little over her heart.

Sure was glad my words had made her feel good. For sure I wasn’t used to talking about important things with Carly, I discovered I liked it. We rocked the swing in silence. Our hands had gradually slipped lower; my fingertips were touching the ultra-soft skin slightly down her right breast.

[It wasn’t me, I swear it!] I know brain, it just happened.

It WAS unintended on my part. Yet as we sat there rocking, my fingertips began tracing lazy ovals on her. It wasn’t anything overtly sexual on my part, far more instinctual. Whatever it was, Carly was happy, she held my hand there, snuggling up close as possible.

Just like in the barn, Carly’s proximity aroused me. Blood began flowing into my penis, it swelled. Before long a bulge ran from my groin towards my right hip. Carly had her head on my chest. If her eyes were open, she might be getting an eyeful.

Even trying to think of something non-sexual, I couldn’t will my boner away. Nor could I say “Excuse me, I need to go jerk off because you’re turning me on.”

Certainly I didn’t want this precious moment with Carly to end until she was ready to leave. So I sat there enjoying her company, every second of bağcılar escort that time dying to slide my fingers down a few inches to cup her alluring young teat.

Carly finally stirred.

“Guess I’d better shower and change. I’m invited to lunch and they eat it early. I liked what you told me. Yeah, I wanted to go and all, but I was nervous. Now I feel more comfortable about going over.”

Carly kissed me on the cheek, then sat back. When I turn my face, she kissed me again, but on the mouth. Ummm, it was a sweet kiss. Before I knew it, she was on her feet. I followed her in, then up the stairs. Her tush shouted “Hi, there sailor” all the way to the second floor.

Going into my room, I pushed the door closed behind me, Carly went on to her room next door.

As I fell onto my bed, I knew at that very moment Carly was surely undressing. Any moment now she’d be running soapy hands all over her body. My hands blindly searched out my zipper and belt. My pants were at my knees a moment later. Excusing myself from reality, I left for an urgent appointment with Mother Thumb and her four daughters.

Regrettably, I could only imagine Carly naked, but there’d been enough intimate contact during the past day with her that my body needed little more to work with. Like looking at a half completed puzzle; I couldn’t see all the details, but could picture enough to know a very desirable young woman was living on the other side of my bedroom wall.

Being a very horny boy at that moment, it wasn’t going to take very long to get the relief my body demanded. Just a few dozen hard strokes later my hips were lifting off the bed; sperm shot out of my body, I experienced a strong orgasm.

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Carly had a good view of my orgasm, seems I hadn’t closed my door tight enough to latch. When Carly left her room heading to the bathroom, she intended to hurriedly say how nice the morning had been. Opening her door allowed the wind coming through her open window to push my door open a couple inches. Since my door wasn’t shut, Carly had grabbed the handle then started to enter. In a very short time my door opened, then very, very slowly closed.

In this instance a very short time is something more or less than five seconds. As the door opened, Carly began to enter. She’d never seen a naked adult male, she’d never seen masturbation, and she’d never witnessed a human ejaculation. Carly had a good, quick brain. In under a second, her brain recognized that her brother had his pants down, was masturbating, and she was clearly observing sperm erupting from his penis. She then backed out, closing the door most of the way. Another second was needed to carefully pull the door quietly until it latched.

She’d fully observed almost nothing because things had happened so quickly. She wanted to open the door again and really watch; she was young, she was horny, and she was curious. But she was also very shy, so Carly went on to her shower. But what her eyes saw was retained in her mind. Her brain, during that day, replayed those images. Fuzzy, indistinct, but erotic images of her brother.

She’d seen and felt him that morning get an erection twice. When they’d been swinging, she saw him grow. Damn but she wished she’d had the nerve to ask permission to open her brother’s pants and see what he looked like.

Carly had felt herself grow moist as she stared at her brother’s hidden penis. It drove her nuts how close his hand had been to her breast. Her body had reminded her how wonderful it had felt when that hand had rubbed against her breast the night before. It had been all she could do to keep from pulling that hand on top of her breast today.

As she showered and washed herself, Carly thought about masturbating. She’d learned that pleasant diversion almost three years ago. It was the only outlet she’d ever had, and Carly was sorely tempted to do it now. What stopped her was a fear of being late for lunch. Carly was appalled at the thought of blowing it when she’d finally gotten an invite to join the Troutman sisters for the day.

So Carly rinsed, dried, dressed and left. A cleaner but hornier girl was she.

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Monday

The alarm went off at 6:00 in the morning. The sun was shining in through the window, causing me to squint my eyes. I looked down at the body draped over me, and that’s when I remembered what happened the day before. My girlfriend Tiffany was away visiting her parents, and her sister Lynette and I had great sex last night. I tapped Lynette on her shoulder to wake her up. She moaned softly and looked up at me with a smile on her face. “Good morning, stud. I hope you slept well.” I grinned back at her in reply. “It’s time for us to get up, Lynette. We both have to get to work.”

Lynette lifted up off of me and I got up off the bed. I looked back at the bed and could see Lynette looking at my naked body in the morning light. My clothes were still in a pile, so I picked them up. I took them to Tiffany’s room and got some clean clothes out. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

After I was in there for a couple of minutes, I heard the bathroom door opening. Lynette pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, a sly grin on her face, “but it will save time if we both get showered together.” I didn’t say anything as she stood in front of me and let the hot water run down her body. She reached up to the little shelf underneath the showerhead and picked up the shampoo bottle. “Let me do that for you,” I said, taking the bottle out of her hand.

I poured some shampoo into my hand and worked it into a good lather. I then started slowly working it into her hair. Lynette leaned her head back slightly, allowing me to gently massage her head. My fingers worked through her soft hair. The bubbles of the shampoo covered her head, causing it smell like berries. After a couple of minutes, I told her to rinse it out. She turned around to face me. I noticed that her nipples were hard, pointing directly at me. I grinned as she leaned her head back and let the water wash away the shampoo.

When she was done with that, she looked down at the rock-hard erection that I had. “It looks like I’m not the only one who could stand for a little more fun,” she said. She stepped closer to me, pressing her body against mine. The steam from the shower surrounded us as she started kissing my chest. Her hand reached down and started massaging my balls, rolling them gently in her fingers. I let out a little shudder at the sensation trabzon escort that caused in me. Lynette then looked up and winked at me.

Lynette gave my cock a gentle squeeze and then turned around. She bent over in front of me, the water hitting her ass and back and running down her body. Lynette reached down with one of her hands and spread the lips of her pussy. No words were needed as I gripped my hard rod and slid it into the waiting hole. The combination of the water on my cock and her wet cunt allowed me to slide in easily. I pushed all the way in, until her ass pressed against my groin. Lynette held onto the faucet as I began fucking her. My cock was pulled out and then rammed back deep into her as we built up a rhythm. My balls were flapping, hitting her pussy in time with the motion.

Lynette started moaning loudly. I reached around her and grabbed her tits. Water was running down and dropping off her nipples. I squeezed them, making her gasp. The water that was running down my legs and her ass caused a slight sting every time I rammed my cock into her. Her pussy gripped my cock, not wanting to let go. My moans turned into grunts as the pressure began building up inside of me. The walls of her pussy started pulsating, wave after wave of movement flowing down her pussy around my cock. I let out a loud moan as my hot semen exploded out of my dick and shot deep into her pussy. I felt a little light-headed as Lynette climaxed right after me, her breathing hard. I slid my cock out of her and she turned around to face me. Her gaze was intense as we just stared at each other for a few moments.

After the wave of euphoria began flowing away, I grabbed Lynette’s sponge and lathered some of her body wash onto it. She leaned her head forward I began rubbing her neck. Moving my hand down, I washed her back. The sponge moved over the curves of her body. Her ass jiggled slightly as my hand moved the sponge over it. When I was done, I told her to turn around.

Lynette turned to face me. The soap ran down her neck and back as the water from the shower rinsed it away. I lifted the sponge and rubbed her chest. She looked at me with a smile as the sponge moved along her breasts and over her nipples. Lynette lifted her arms away from her body, and I slowly ran the sponge along them as well. My hands guided the sponge down, rubbing along her stomach. I then trabzon escort bayan got on my knees in front of her and, spreading her legs slightly, began washing down her thighs and legs. She moaned lowly as the sponge moved over her toes. With that done, I stood up and placed the sponge back where it belonged.

Lynette reached up and grabbed a different colored sponge from the little shelf. As I stood there in front of her, she lathered it up and lifted one of her feet, placing it on the side of the tub. She reached down and, spreading her pussy lips, began rubbing her cunt with the sponge. I stared as she continued washing herself, as mile on her face. When she was finished, she grabbed my hand and placed it in her pussy. She then pulled my hand up and placed it in front of her face, smelling it. “She’s all clean,” she said, winking. With that done, Lynette got out of the shower and, grabbing a towel, exited the bathroom. She left me in there, hard, to shower by myself.

When I was done with the shower, I grabbed a towel and went into Tiffany’s room to get dressed in the spare clothes I had there. I went into the kitchen to find Lynette dressed and drinking some coffee. She smiled at me as I grabbed a cup and sat down at the table across from her. We began talking, making no mention of what happened last night or in the shower. When we were done, we got ready to leave for our jobs. The only time sex was brought up was when she said that she wanted me to come back that night for some more fun. I went to work, the thought of sucking and fucking Lynette hot in my mind.

That night after work, I first went to my apartment to wash up and get some more clothes to take over to Lynette’s. I walked over and let myself into the apartment. Lynette was in the kitchen, waiting for me. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Lynette smiled and told me that she had cooked dinner. She fixed me a plate and I sat down. We talked about our day as we ate. When we were done, she picked up the plates and put them into the sink, telling me to go into her room. She had a surprise for me.

I took off my shoes and sat on her bed. After a few minutes, I heard her coming into the room. My eyes went wide as I took in what I saw. She was wearing a red body stocking, with holes where the crotch and ass were. She stood on front of me, and I inhaled her scent. She slowly undressed escort trabzon me, the nylon of her garment brushing against my skin. Her eyes gleamed when she saw my erect manhood. “I think I am going to have some fun with this big boy,” she said. She then climbed on the bed next to me and got on her knees.

I stood up and maneuvered myself behind her. I started to place my cock at the entrance to her pussy when she reached back and stopped me. “Uh-uh,” Lynette said, shaking her head, “I want it in my ass.” She then reached under her pillow and brought out a tube of lubricant. I rubbed some on my cock and a little around the rim of her ass. After dropping the tube on the floor, I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her hole. Her ass was tight, and there was a little resistance as I started sliding it in. I watched the walls of her ass move as my cock moved in slowly. She gasped and clutched the sheets in her hands. When most of my cock was in, I began fucking her ass. The lube helped me move smoothly, in and out. With each pump, I moved in a little deeper, until her ass cheeks began hitting my pelvis. She started moaning and her tits were swaying in rhythm to my fucking.

I reached around and started massaging Lynette’s clit with my fingers. I tweaked and rubbed it, causing her to climax. I felt her muscles tighten around my dick, sending a shiver down my spine. I took my fingers and slid them into her pussy. My fingers were instantly covered in her cum. Lynette started screaming as I fucked her ass faster while fucking her cunt with my fingers. I could almost feel me fucking her ass through her pussy. My balls were swaying, slapping against the lips of her wet cunt. Lynette continued screaming my name. My breathing got heavier and deeper, causing me to gasp out her name at various intervals. Lynette reached back and held onto my balls. She softly rolled them in her hands. I stopped fucking her fast and changed my rhythm, giving her deep, slow strokes. My cock got harder as I got closer to my climax. The bed was squeaking in time with us. A large tingle flowed throughout my body as I exploded, sending streams of hot cum deep into her ass. Lynette followed right after, her pussy gripping my fingers and sending cum dripping out and down my hand.

With my head spinning and my breath coming in gasps, I slowly pulled my cock out of Lynette’s ass. She lay down on the bed, and I plopped down next to her. She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked her juices off of them. I moved in and kissed her, tasting her cum on her lips and tongue. We held each other in a tight embrace and fell asleep like that, wrapped in the other’s arms.

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After 36 years of a truly great marriage, my wife, Jane, passed away after a lengthy battle with cancer. Needless to say I was at once grief stricken and, at the same time, glad that her long struggle was over. Four days after her death, our small town had one its largest funeral in many years, a testament to Jane’s popularity and in recognition for all the good works she had performed. Most of the attendees were a blur as they offered condolences. One of the last to approach me was Jane’s best friend, Marge. Ironically it seemed that only a short time before, Jane and I had been consoling Marge on the loss of her husband, Hank. We held each other for a brief moment, kissed each other on the cheek, and then she was gone.

Two months had gone by and I had gotten back to work and the job of keeping house for myself. On Saturday morning, as usual, I went to our supermarket to do my shopping for the week ahead. I was standing over the meat display, trying to determine which steak looked the best when I heard her voice.

“Well, hello, stranger.”

It was Marge whom I hadn’t seen or talked to since that day in the cemetery. “Hi Marge, it’s good to see you and I apologize for not calling you.”

“No apologies necessary. I know how much you’ve had to face since…well, you know.” We stood there, making small talk for a few minutes and were about to part when Marge said, “Oh, Pete, how would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight?” I thought for only a second…a chance to have a home cooked dinner that I hadn’t prepared sounded awfully good to me.

“I’d love to, Marge. What time should I come?” She smiled again, “Any time after five and I’ll let you bring the wine.” Of course I agreed and we then parted.

Marge was, at 57, two years older than Jane and the same age as me. She was a somewhat short, only an inch or two over five feet, small frame, though a little hippy, very small breasts, dark brown eyes set in a pleasant face and with snow white hair that, on her was quite attractive. She and Jane had been very close and the four of us had often gone out to dinner together. While the two women had been very close, Hank and I had very little in common, managing only to be civil to one another. He had a rather loud mouth and always had to be right. I had often wondered how Marge had put up with him for so many years.

It was about ten after five when I arrived at Marge’s, two bottles of a good merlot in hand. She greeted me at the door with a hug and kiss and welcomed me into her living room. Since Hank’s death she had redecorated with all new furniture and curtains. The room was bright and cheery. “Place looks nice, Marge. You’ve rally brightened things up,” I told her. “Well,” she said, “I just wanted to get rid of the darker stuff. Hank always liked it, said it was ‘sexy’. I just went along with him but it never seemed ‘sexy’ to me.”

Marge got out two wine glasses while I uncorked one of the bottles of merlot. I poured for the two of us and we sat in trabzon escort the living room across the room from each other and talked. During our conversation, I began to realize just how close the two women had been as bits and pieces of Jane’s and my life began to surface, personal things, sexual things that I had never discussed with any of my friends.

Jane and I had been blessed with mutually high sex drives, engaging some kind of sexual practice at least four times a week, some of it most people might consider ‘kinky’. These were some of the things Marge had eluded to in our conversation.

About half way through our third glass of wine, Marge suddenly jumped up, saying, “My goodness, I think I’d better check on our dinner. Don’t want anything to burn.” Since I am a smoker, I called out to her, saying I was going out on the front porch for a cigarette. “Don’t be foolish, Pete, you can smoke here in the house. It was Hank who was death on smoking. If you’ll wait a minute, I’ll join you.”

When she returned from the kitchen, she brought an ash tray with her and placed it on the side table next to me, then, instead of returning to the seat across from me, sat on the couch, within reach of the ash tray. “Aren’t you going to offer me a cigarette,” she asked. “But I didn’t know you smoked,” I replied, passing her one of mine. As I leaned forward to light it for her, she smiled at me and said, “You’d be surprised, I’ve picked up some very naughty habits in the past few months. Maybe I’ll tell you about them later, after dinner.”

About half an hour later, we went into the dining room to eat. Marge had prepared a delicious casserole and we opened the second bottle of wine. We made a lot of small talk during dinner and, while I was anxious to hear about her ‘naughty habits, the subject didn’t come up again. After dessert of hot apple pie, I helped clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. We returned to the living room with the last of the wine and for an after dinner cigarette. This time we sat side by side on the couch.

Finally, I could hold back no longer. “Are you going to tell me about your so called, ‘naughty habits,” I asked. She was quiet for a minute, then drinking the rest of her wine in one gulp, she started. “Please don’t be mad, but Jane and I used to talk about our very private, personal lives. She often told me about how the two of you had such an enjoyable sex life, while I was telling her how my life with Hank had deteriorated to almost nothing at all, about my frustrations. Jane even bought a ‘toy’ for me. Of course, Hank never knew about it, I only used it during the day while he was at work and it did give me a lot of relief. Then, after Hank died, Jane gave me a catalog for a lot of different toys and I’ve purchased a couple more. I’ve been very ‘naughty’ with them but they’ve helped a lot.” She paused for a moment. “Can you understand? I’m just so thankful that Jane and I could talk to each other so frankly.” I wasn’t really trabzon escort bayan shocked at her admission, on several occasions after some of our most passionate nights, Jane had said, “Isn’t it too bad that not everyone can enjoy what we have?”. I had somehow guessed that it was Marge that she was referring too.

I looked at Marge, she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for me to react, so, react I did. “You know, Marge, I haven’t been sexually active since before Jane died, and I’ve been feeling some of those frustrations too. Frankly, when you invited me to dinner tonight, I was hoping that it would be more than just dinner.” I moved closer to her and put a hand on her thigh, feeling her quiver under my touch. “Oh god, Pete,” she barely whispered, “I’ve been praying that you’d feel that way. I was hoping for more than just dinner too. I just don’t know where to start, it’s been such a long time.” I moved my hand off her thigh and put my arms around her, pulling her to me. I lowered my face to hers and we kissed, this time with passion. Our tongues met as we probed each others mouth. After a few breathless moments, she pulled away. “Oh, Pete, what do we do now?”

“Marge, my dear, why don’t we go to bed, I’m sure we’d be much more comfortable there.”

“Yes,” she said, “I really do want you to make love to me.” We got to our feet and I said to her, “You go ahead and get into be while I visit the bathroom.” She nodded in agreement as I followed her out of the living room. At the bedroom door, I again took her into my arms and kissed her, running my hands up and down her back to her hips, while she pressed her body to mine. We finally broke the kiss and she entered the bedroom. Once in the bathroom, I removed my clothing, keeping only my boxer shorts on. After a good long piss, I followed her into the bedroom.

She was already in bed, her clothing in a pile beside the bed, the bed sheet pulled up to her chin. The only illumination was a candle on the bedside table, next to her. “God, Pete, I’m so nervous,” she said softly. “I am too,” I replied. “I just hope you’re not disappointed.” I stripped off my boxers and slipped under the sheet next to her. Rolling on my side, I got one arm under her head with my hand on her shoulder. I leaned down and we kissed again and, with my free hand, I began caressing her naked body. Now her whole body was quivering under my touch. My hand strayed up over her tiny breasts to feel her nipples harden and become distended under my touch. Pushing the sheet aside, I bent my head and took the nearest into my mouth, sucking and nipping it gently.

Her breathing quickened as my hand passed over her slightly rounded belly and my fingers touched the fur of her pussy. Her hips rose up slightly and she began to moan softly. As I pressed on, her legs parted to give me greater access to her pleasure zone. With my middle finger, I traced the lips of her labia, seeking her clit. As I found the little button, it seemed to grown, escort trabzon causing her to moan louder. “Oooo, god yes, Pete, that feels so good.” Her hips rose up further, trying to press against the finger on her sensitive clit.

My prick, which had stiffened slightly, was pressing against her and when she reached down and touched it, it sprang to full erection. Now it was my turn to get that feeling of anticipation of the pleasure that lay ahead. As her fingers encircled the shaft, pulling my foreskin back from the head of my cock, I slipped my middle finger between her nether lips, finding the moisture that let me enter her love tunnel easily. Marge’s body jerked at the intrusion and her hand tightened around my cock. “Do me, Pete, I can’t wait any longer. Please, let’s do it, fuck me now.”

I rolled over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Quickly she was on her knees, astride my hips. Holding on to my prick, she lowered herself onto me and my cock was soon engulfed in her warm cunt. As she rubbed herself back and forth, her clit pressed against my pubic bone, I reached up to pinch and twisther nipples. She bent forward over me, exerting even more pressure on her clit. She was panting hard now as she was approaching her orgasm, while I was fighting to hold back my own. Suddenly she sat straight up and I watched the muscles in her belly contract and felt her cunt convulsing on my prick. “Oh, oh, OOOH GOD,” she cried out. She sat there, rigid in the rapture of her climax. Oh god, Pete, oh god.” Her moment of ecstasy subsided after a few minutes and her breathing returned to normal again. Once more she bent over me and we kissed again.

I started thrusting my hips in an attempt to bring her to another orgasm, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to last too long myself. Furiously we fucked, both of us straining to cum, to that utopia of orgasm. My scrotum began to tighten, as though to squeeze the jism out of my balls and I could feel it beginning. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna cum, Marge, Yes…yesss!”

“Cum for me, Pete, fill me up, cum for me…OH GOD, I’M CUMMING, OH GOD, DON’T STOP!!!,” she hissed at me as I thrust my cock into her cunt as hard and as deep as I could, grunting unintelligibly as my jism exploded into her womb. We held fast to each other while the waves of our mutual release flooded through our bodies. Slowly, my prick began to shrink, slipping out of its warm nest and I felt the wetness of my jism seeping onto my balls.

Marge fell off me to lay on her side next to me, her arm across my chest as she nuzzled the nape of my neck. “Oh, Pete, that was so good. God, I haven’t ever felt like this. Now I know what Jane meant.” I moved onto my side to face her. “Marge, I don’t know what Jane said to you but I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

We cuddled in our post coital bliss for several more minutes, when Marge started to giggle. “What’s so funny,” I asked. She looked at me, “You’re leaking out of me, lover. That’s something that doesn’t happen with my ‘toys’ and it feels good.” It was my turn to laugh at that, it had never occurred to me that leaking jism would feel good to anyone.

We lay there together until we both dozed off, exhausted from our exertions.

To Be Continued…

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When I first met Alice this very small-framed Chinese woman, 33 years old then, simply took my breath away. Fitted in a tight jeans and a T-shirt she was lovely to look at and was very pleasing to the eyes.

I was working in Africa. Having imported some machines from China, we had serious communicating problems with the installation engineers as they could not speak a word of English. Looking for an interpreter I came in contact with Alice and she agreed to help us out.

We kept in touch even after the installation people had finished their job and long gone. We used to meet on and off for coffee or lunch, whenever she was free and available. Alice worked for a company which catered to Chinese clients coming over for African safari experience. Alice was a tour guide to such groups.

As time went by, we both felt a little attraction to each other, but none of us took it to the next level. We were happy in each other’s company talking about personal and other matters. She had certain issues with her husband and she sought my advice to help solve them. Coming from the backwaters of China she was very conservative in her thinking even after having lived in Africa for about 8 years.

One evening I received a call from her.

“Hi!” she said, “are you free this evening.”

“Of course,” I said. “Always free for you.”

Over coffee she said she just wanted to be with me. We drove around the city roads and then she said, “Let’s go to Capricorn.”

Capricorn was a restaurant secluded from the hustle and bustle of the city. I was surprised as she usually avoided being with me in so public a place, especially around places she knew her friends frequented.

“Are you sure?” I asked. She simply nodded and I drove there. Being a Friday night, the parking was full and I parked the car in the outside parking in an empty area. It was dark by then and we found a parking space among other cars under a tree away from any much lighting.

As I was getting out of the car, Alice said, “No, let’s just sit here.”

We kept sitting, feeling comfortable in the silence and in each other’s company. After some time I glanced at her and saw her looking at me, with a soft smile on her face. I turned towards her and she shifted nearer. It was natural that our lips met, first tentatively, and then with passion. I took her in my arms and kissed her, probing her lips with my tongue. She opened her lips and accepted my tongue inside her mouth.

We kissed – our tongues probing. Time stood still. We let passions flow and enjoyed the feelings rising.

With my right arm I pulled the lever at the side of her seat and pushed the back of her seat down. She was in near horizontal position. I shifted next to her and we resumed our kissing. I softly bit her lower lip and she moaned in pleasure. Her hands were moving up and down my back.

I lifted my lips off her and she protested by holding my head and bringing it down again. I whispered, “A moment, Angel,” and pushed the back of my seat too in the horizontal position. I lay back and pulled her onto me.

We resumed where we left off. I moved my right hand on her back, caressing her from the back of her neck to the elastic band of her leggings, which I felt under the skirt of her dress. My left hand lay on her ass and I softly caressed and squeezed it. I then held her ass with both my hands and pressed it into my groin. She felt my soldier, at attention, pressed into her, and moaned into my mouth.

The kissing and pawing got both of us hot, but I was letting her lead the pace. She was happy with what was happening and kept on moaning with pleasure, pushing her pelvis into my aroused cock and slowly dry humping.

I slowly raised the hem of her skirt and caressed her ass directly through her legging. I spread her legs wide as much as I could in that confined space. I moved my right palm caressing her ass cheek and onto her upper thigh. Moving up I caressed and palmed her pouch. She moaned and sighed when I traced a finger along her ass crack. I played with her ass and pussy, over the material of her leggings, while we kissed with abandon. I nibbled at her ear lobe and playfully bit her neck. We could have gone this way the whole night.

I then moved my palms over her ass cheeks onto her bare lower back. I caressed her back and moved my fingers under the waistbands of her legging as well as her panty. The touch of her naked ass sent an electric signal to my cock which became harder and pressed more into her pussy. I caressed her ass cheeks and played my finger along her crack, moving down to her pussy. She moaned and closed her legs tight, not allowing me to reach her pussy. I let it be and mashed and squeezed her ass. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panty and along with the legging tried to move them down her ass.

Suddenly she raised her lips from mine, and looked at me. I looked back at her and gave her an encouraging smile, while trying to push her panty down. trabzon escort She put her hand behind her and held onto my wrist. I desisted and she gave me a soft kiss. She moved to her seat, straightened it and said, “It’s late. Take me home, baby.”

She straightened her clothes and became presentable again.

I kissed her and said, “OK, Angel.”

*****

It was 2 weeks before she called me again. She was on a safari and had just returned the previous night. We were, of course, in touch through text messaging and phone calls. After what happened between us, our messages were becoming less innocent and a tad naughty.

We met as arranged. I held her hand while driving on the road near the airport where the traffic was less. Her breathing was shallow and rapid and she kept her eyes tightly closed.

“What is going through that mind of yours?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she shyly smiled, but kept her eyes closed.

After a few minutes she whispered, “I want you.” I could barely hear her and said, “What, Angel?”

Her cheeks took a pinkish hue and she repeated, “I want you, baby.”

I stopped the car at the side of the road and said, “Look at me, my dear.”

She shook her head and kept her eyes closed. A flush spread on her cheeks. I raised a finger to her temple and traced it down her cheeks, gently tugging at her earlobes and held her chin and tilted her face towards me.

“Look at me, Angel,” I repeated. She shook her head and whispered shyly, “No…..”

She was seated with her back partly pressed against the far door, her legs pulled up on the seat, with her arms clasped around her knees. I moved my finger downwards onto her shoulder, further southwards along her arm, onto her knees and then held my palm against her thigh. I slowly and sensuously moved my palm down her thighs till I hit the seat and then moved inwards towards her pussy. I moved my fingers along her seam and she squirmed. I kept on rubbing her pussy till she put her feet down and spread her legs slightly. Her breath deepened while I rubbed her mound.

“Shall we go home, Angel?” I asked. She nodded in agreement. I drove home, parked the car and we entered my ground floor flat.

She sat on the sofa and still would not meet my eyes. I sat beside her, took her gently in my arms, and kissed her tenderly on her lips. She had told me earlier during our numerous talks that her husband was the only person she knew carnally. I could understand her feeling shy.

While still kissing her I pulled her on top of my knees and continued, with our tongues in their passionate combat. I removed her jacket, and slowly pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans. She shifted and straddled me. I pulled her T-shirt up and removed it and threw it aside. She sank her head at the side of my neck and hugged me tight, her bra-clad chest hard against me. I caressed her back till she calmed down and relaxed.

I unhooked her bra and she pulled in a sharp breath. I gently removed it and put it aside. I looked at her pert small breasts and thumbed a nipple. She gave a long moan and hugged me tight. I caressed her back and pushed her back gently. I put a nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently. She mewed. My tongue flicked fast on her nipple while my fingers played with the other one. She was squirming in my lap as I brought her to boil.

I brought my hands down and caressed her stomach. She moaned softly as I kept on rubbing her flat tummy. I held her at the back with my arm and pushed her head back. She lay across my arm exposing her flat tummy. I kissed her on her navel and she whimpered as I flicked my tongue in it. I next unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans. She came forward, clutched me and slid silently onto the sofa. She lay down in a fetal position. All this while she had kept her eyes closed.

I knelt beside the sofa, moved her onto her back, and removed her shoes and socks. I rubbed her feet and suddenly bit her hard on the ball of her big toe. She screamed and opened her eyes and looked down at me. I grinned at her and she shyly smiled back. I moved forward and we kissed. I moved my hands to the front of her jeans and tugged it down. As it slipped past her hips she raised her ass and allowed the jeans to be stripped away from her to join her T-shirt.

Now my Angel was in her panty, looking delicious enough to eat. I stood up and looked down at her beautiful form. She shut her eyes and covered them with an arm across them. Her pert little breasts stood proud with her nipples standing out. They were small ones, just the way I like them, small enough to fit into the palm of my hands. I brought my lips to the right nipple and sucked it while my right hand tugged at her other nipple. She moaned and squirmed. I spent some time on each of them and then moved down to remove her panty. Soon my Angel was lying on my sofa in all her glory, her pale body in stark contrast against my dark navy sofa.

I took her up in my arms and she put her trabzon escort bayan arms around my neck and pressed her body to me. I took her into my bedroom and soon she was gracing my bed. I stood back and watched her lying there, so sweet and small. I quickly removed my clothes and joined her. I pulled her against me and she breathed in sharply when she felt my naked body next to her. I kissed her hard. We were at it for a long long time till we were both out of breath. I moved down her body, spending some time with her breasts and then moved further down till I reached her soft fur.

I pulled her legs apart and saw her heavenly gate for the first time — pink, wet and waiting for me. The moment my lips touched her there she sat up on the bed with a start and said, “What are you doing. This is not good.”

I looked at her in surprise and said, “Why not, baby?”

“No,” she said, adding that she had never had this done to her. She did mention in her various discussions with me that her husband just used the normal position, and that after he spurted in her, he would invariably turn over and go to sleep. She, of course, had no idea about the pleasures of sex and just thought whatever he did was the only way. He never tongued her pussy or fingered it.

I went up the bed, held her in my arms, and said, “Look baby, just enjoy and go along with what is happening. If you still feel bad about this, I will stop. You know I will never do anything to hurt you or make you feel demeaned.”

She looked into my eyes with love, and nodded. I kissed her passionately on her lips and we lost ourselves in its passion. Later I progressed slowly southwards and reached the intended destination. When I started to part her legs, she tensed, and I stopped and looked up at her, but held onto her legs. In a moment she relaxed and gave me a sweet and trusting smile. I smiled back encouragingly and bent my head down. She tensed again when I licked her outer lips but soon relaxed and let me continue.

My tongue licked her slit from top to bottom and from bottom to top. She fidgeted a bit and her ass jumped when my thumb rubbed her clit delicately. I kept on licking and thumbing and soon she started getting wetter and wetter. I speeded up and dug my tongue into her hole and lapped up her juices. She whimpered and moaned and moved her ass in a circling movement. I moved my tongue over to her aroused clit and pressed it hard between my lips. Her ass left the bed and she held my head and pressed it against her.

While dealing with her clit, I moved the finger of my right hand to her pussy to explore and push in. She tensed up and held my hand with hers tightly and whimpered “NO!”

Another of her taboos, I thought, and let it go. I was enjoying licking her clit and slit too much to bother about fingering her just then. I kept the pressure on her clit and suddenly she screamed in the pleasure of her orgasm. Her ass lifted off the bed as she clutched hard at the bed sheet. I continued my ministrations and she moaned with pleasure again and again until her grip on the sheet loosened and her ass hit the bed.

My face was covered with her love juices. I looked up and saw her spent, eyes closed, and a smile on her face. I got up beside her and kissed her hard on her lips. She tasted her own sweet self on my lips and languidly opened her eyes and looked at me with wonder.

“I never felt such a thing in my life before,” she said, “What was it?”

I looked incredulously at her and said, “You orgasmed, my dear.”

“Oh my God!” she expressed, “What a feeling. What have I been missing all these years!”

I kissed her and said, “This is just the beginning, Angel. We have lots to do, if you want to.”

She hugged me and we kissed, our tongues doing their own battling, while my hands roamed all over her breasts pinching and twisting her nipples softly and tenderly. Gradually I found myself travelling southwards and this time she opened her legs wide before I reached my intended destination.

I spent a long time with my tongue paying its visit to her slit and clit and got her aroused like before, squirming her ass all over the bed. My soldier, who had been watching all this impatiently, finally wanted its pound of flesh.

I moved up, lifted her legs over my shoulders and led my cock to her throbbing and wet hole. At the touch she opened her eyes and looked into mine. I held my cock in position looking into her eyes for any signal. She smiled at me and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, Angel. Look into my eyes.” She kept on looking into my eyes as I slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until I bottomed out. I put her feet down on the bed and then bent my head down and kissed her. I slowly pulled out inch by inch and pushed in in a rhythmic manner. Slowly both our bodies got into the rhythm of ages as we made love to each other.

She kept on moaning with pleasure and soon I reached a point where it became difficult to hold escort trabzon on. “Baby, I can’t hold on any longer,” I said, and started to pull out. She immediately put both her hands on my ass and held on urging me silently to come inside her. I looked at her and she gave me a go ahead with her eyes. I spurted inside her like never before and she screamed as she came to another orgasm.

Slowly we both climbed down from our highs and entwined ourselves. Our breathing became normal and we smiled at each other with tenderness.

Suddenly she exclaimed, “It’s time to leave. Oh! But why?”

*******

It was quite some time before we had time to get together. We kept in touch, however. We had long talks when she was on safari and no one to disturb her once her clients retired for the night.

“Tell me, baby,” I asked her once, “Why were you so against my licking your pussy?”

She must have blushed as I could sense it in her voice. “I thought only ‘bad’ girls allowed it.”

“What do you mean by ‘bad’,” I asked.

“You know!” she replied reluctantly, “Those types of girls who are freely available.”

“What a thought,” I said, “and now, baby? Did you enjoy what we did together?”

“Yessss.”

“OK,” I said, “What if I ask you to do the same to me?”

“WHAT! What a disgusting thing to do. How can you expect me to put your penis in my mouth?”

“This is what making love is all about, baby. But stay calm. You know me; no force. We only do things you are comfortable with. You can trust me.”

“Yes,” she said, “I know I can always trust you.”

‘OK, now tell me, why did you stop me from fingering you. It would have been very pleasurable for you.”

“Why do you have to ask me all these things? It embarrasses me to answer.” I kept quiet and she continued, “I was worried your fingers may be rough and may hurt my insides.”

“You know baby, I’ll never do anything to hurt you. But if it pleases you I’ll make sure my fingers are properly manicured. Still it is your decision.”

The next night she called again.

After our usual pleasantries she said, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe I can try.”

I knew exactly what she was referring to, but said wickedly, “Try what, Angel?”

“Don’t tease,” she pleaded, “As it is, it is difficult for me. Stop being naughty.”

I relented and added, “OK, baby. Take your time. No pressure of any kind.”

She returned after a couple of weeks. It was a Saturday and she landed at my house in the afternoon.

“Just saw the group off at the airport,” she said.

“How about lunch,” I offered.

“No, it’s OK. Just had it with them before seeing them off. But I’m tired.”

She just lay down on the sofa and was in dreamland in no time. I looked down at her tenderly, knelt down and removed her shoes and socks. I covered her with a sheet I brought from the bedroom and left her to enjoy her sleep.

I changed, putting on a pair of Bermudas along with a sleeveless T-shirt, sat on my bed with the book I was currently reading. I, too, dozed off.

Later when I woke up, Alice was entering the bedroom feeling completely refreshed and smiled at me. I patted the bed beside me and slightly moved aside. She plopped on the bed and lay down beside me. I turned on my left side, and with my right hand traced my finger from her forehead, down her nose, and onto her lips. She playfully bit my finger and held it in her mouth.

I moved my finger in and out of her mouth and she suddenly froze. I held her face tenderly between my hands and kissed her softly.

“You don’t have to do any thing that makes you uncomfortable, my dear,” I said, “And I was not trying to send you any message with my finger in your mouth.”

She relaxed immediately and started kissing me. Soon we were in the throes of passion, our tongues doing their magic in her mouth.

I straddled her thighs, and moved my fingers to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. She lay silently watching me undress her. Her shirt came off and I moved to unbuckle her trousers. Soon she lay there in her birthday suit, proud to let me see her body.

I could never tire of seeing her petite body, so small she almost looked a teenager. I loved those small breasts. Soon I was naked and beside her on the bed. I popped a nipple in my mouth and pinched and twisted the other. I tongued her nipple, softly bit it, pressed it between my lips, tugged at it, while playing with the other one. She was purring and moaning with pleasure.

I nibbled my way to her heavenly treasure and soon my tongue was licking her nectar. She squirmed and moaned with delight and could not control her movements. As I lay on the bed pleasuring her, I suddenly found her hand on my cock, stroking it gently. This was the first time she had touched my cock and I was enjoying her touch. My soldier woke up fully, expressing his pleasure at such attention. Soon it was as hard as it could be.

I continued with my lapping and soon increased the speed and pressure on her clit. She was thrashing about with pleasure and her strokes on my cock also became fast and furious. Soon she came and screamed in pleasure. I lapped up whatever she had to offer and softly kept on licking her as she came down from her high.

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I had met my ex-wife when we were 20. She had a hot body with perfect tits. To go with this she had an excellent sexual appetite, which I indulged in frequently.

She also had to younger sisters who where almost total opposites, on of them, Brenda, was tall and skinny, she had almost no breasts but had a tremendous ass and the most gorgeous face you could imagine. Black hair with blue eyes and a terrific smile. The other sister, the youngest, Sam, was a shorter girl with a body I could not believe. She had big beautiful breasts and she also got the great ass to go with it.

I will always remember the first time I met my Ex’s family. I looked at these two and wondered if I would ever have a chance. The rest of this story is about the one chance I got.

I’m now 26 and my wife and I had split up and had filed for divorce. It seems my Ex’s sexual appetite that I had talked about had found a different restaurant, Bitch.

I had always been close with her whole family and had now know all of them for 6 years. They were pissed off that she had cheated on me and were sad that this divorce was happening. Her mom and sisters would call me often to see how thing were going and make sure I was doing OK. I loved the attention from them, it was nice to know that that still cared.

It had been exactly one year since I had filed for divorce, in my jurisdiction that meant that the divorce could be final. That day I received a call from Sam. We shot the shit for a while and then I told her about the on year since filling thing, “My divorce is final now, I guess” I said. Her reply was that we needed to celebrate. We should go for drinks. I agreed thinking that it would be nice to blow off a bit of steam fethiye escort but also to see her cute body wouldn’t be bad either.

I went to pick her up and got totally blown away here was this girl, now a woman (23), who I hadn’t seen in a around a year and she was hotter now than she was then. She was wearing short denim shorts that made her ass look awesome and a tight white t-shirt that accentuated her wonderful tits. You could see her nipples poking through.

We went for drinks and played a bit off pool. Seeing her bend over from either side was a sight to behold. We were both getting a bit hammered. I was too tipsy to drive so we went back to her apartment and ordered some pizza so I could sober up. This is when things got interesting.

After the pizza arrived and we had indulged she started to ask question about my sex life with her sister. We had never talked about this before. Talking about sex with this woman was having a pants raising effect on me, and I could tell she liked it as well as her nipples were very visible.

I decided I wasn’t going to sober up enough and asked Sam if I could sleep there on her couch or something, she said “No, were adults now… We can both sleep in the bed. ” I wasn’t 100% sure what she meant by this, was I In or Out. But I went along. I got ready for bed by stripping down to my boxers. I saw her eye my crotch and I think there was a little smile on her face as she went the bathroom to change to get ready for bed. When she came out of the bathroom my heart skipped a beat, maybe two. She had a crop top and thong panties on. It was better than I had imagined while staring at her for all those years. She climbed in to bed and we talked for a bit. I was escort fethiye just gawking at her, she had brown hair and blue eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned towards her and kissed her. She was a bit surprised at first but when she pulled away she said “We’re bad” with a husky tone. I know knew I was in.

We started going at each other hard. She reached down and grabbed a hold of my cock which was hard as a rock. “My sister let this go, she is stupid” Sam said commenting on the size of my cock. She rolled herself on top of me and was sitting on my midsection. I looked up at her as she removed her top. Her tits were perfect. My Ex had nice ones but these Playboy quality. Perfect in every way. Hard, big and round with nipples that were in just the right place. My mouth went dry but not for long as I knew I had to get it on those babies. I pulled her down on top of me and went to town on her tits. While I was doing this she was ridding us of our underwear which was getting in the way. After she had had enough of me playing and sucking on her tits she smiled and said “I know what I want” and with that she went down on me.

She gave me the best blowjob I had ever had. She was bobbing up and don on my pole and I could feel my balls tighten, I knew I would blow soon. She must have sensed it too. She pulled away and rolled on to he back and told me to fuck her big tits. I didn’t have a choice. I put my dick between those globes and squeezed them around my cock. I started thrusting between them. The feel of Sam’s perfect mounds wrapped around my cock was great. Each time I pushed forward her mouth would wrap around the head. I was getting that feeling again I knew I would cum soon and told Sam that fethiye escort bayan I was going to blow. ” Let me swallow it” she said. Like I would argue. I unloaded in her mouth and she didn’t waste a drop. all of it right down her throat.

It was now her turn to get some of this. I put my head between her legs and began to lick and lavish the whole pubic area with my tongue eventually getting to her hot, now very wet pussy. I liked up and down her slit and she started moaning like crazy. I focused my attention on her clit while I began to finger her pussy and her ass. She began to tremble and I knew she was close. I kept going on her clit and stuck my finger right up her ass. This put her over the edge and she was bucking her hips and screaming. After she calmed down Sam said “Now I really think my sister is stupid”.

I was hard again so I knew what to do. I got on top of her and slid my dick into her pussy. We started fucking and it continue for quite a while in a few different positions. She was on top, then doggy, the spooning her. She started to cum again as I was rubbing her clit while fucking her hole from behind. She was again screaming and moaning loud. and this action plus the spasming of he cunt muscles was bringing me close. I told her I was close and was going to cum. She told me ” Take it out and cum in my mouth, I want your cum”. Again no arguments from me I pulled my cock out, it was soaking wet from her juices, and I came in her mouth with my second huge load of the night.

We lay there afterwards talking about how awesome that was and how bad we were. I looked at Sam and said ” You know we may never be in this situation again, maybe we should make the best of it and do it again” She laughed and decided I was right and we continued to fuck and fondle all night long. Sadly it was the only time it happened but there is always the other sister, Brenda. She and her family are coming to visit me next week…

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Chapter 23: Coming To An End

I had distanced myself from George because he and Gillian had been having problems and I decided he didn’t really need me around confusing the issue when what he needed was space to sort things out (assuming they could). Incidentally, I wasn’t, apparently, the cause of their problems; as I’ve mentioned before, Gillian was blissfully unaware that George had me on the side.

Anyway, they didn’t sort things out and split up. Now, if I’d been sensible, that would have been the point at which I should have walked away; but no, not me.

The truth was, I did (and still do) care a lot for George. The sex aside, he was a really good friend as well and I wanted to ‘be there’ for him and help him if he needed it. Inevitably, that meant the sex continued and, being completely honest, I wasn’t complaining.

The trouble is, as I’ve explained often enough, I wasn’t looking for a relationship with George. As I’ve said before, if he could cheat on Gillian with me, he could just as easily cheat on me with someone else. Also, I’m no angel myself (in case you hadn’t noticed).

Eventually though, I realised it wasn’t really doing either of us any good. I was in danger of letting it drift into being a ‘proper’ relationship almost by default and, from George’s perspective, so long as I was on the scene, he was never going to move on. So, reluctantly, I decided to end it.

It was hard but I knew it was the best thing, ultimately, for us both.

Now, with us belonging to the same judo club, you might think avoiding each other would be difficult but, actually, it was easier than I’d suspected.

For a start, having dislocated my shoulder last year, I was out of action for several months while it recovered. Also, normally, I go on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and George went on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays so there was only the one night we saw each other. Since my injury, I’d been easing myself back in gently, so dropping the Wednesday session was quite easy too.

There was also one further development. Recently, I had met a guy called Gary (what is it with me and guys with names beginning with G?). We had only met a couple of times and nothing had actually happened between us yet. He was, however, a really nice guy and I really liked him and, what’s more, he seemed pretty keen on me too, and I was keen to see how things developed.

That should have been that as far as George and I were concerned but, because I am who I am, it wasn’t. The reason being that George, unexpectedly turned up to one of the Monday classes.

There was, actually, a very good and completely innocent reason for this. Quite simply, he was going to be away on the Thursday and Friday and didn’t want to miss a training session, which, as I said, was fair enough. To be honest, it was nice to see him as it had been over two months since we’d last ‘been’ together and almost a month since the last time that I had seen him; and that had only really been a quick “hello” in passing.

As it turned out, despite my fledgling relationship with Gary, that evening, things between George and me ended up proceeding in a fairly familiar fashion.

I admit, I could have stopped it at a number of points. I didn’t have to accept his offer of a lift home afterwards and, having accepted, I didn’t have to invite him in for a quick chat to see how he was doing and, having done that, I could have insisted that it was just a chat. I didn’t have to suck his cock. I didn’t have to end up in my room, naked and screaming the house down as he ate my pussy and fucked my brains out but, of course, that’s exactly what happened.

Even though I knew I shouldn’t be doing it, I enjoyed every second. One minute we had been sitting there, chatting happily about nothing in particular, the next, I was on my knees in front trabzon escort of him, my lips wrapped tightly around his cock.

I loved feeling his cock slipping between my lips as I sucked him. It felt so good having him in my mouth again as my lips slid along his shaft, taking his knob deep into the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Julie, I’ve missed that,” he groaned as I worked my mouth back and forth, swirling my tongue over his knob and around his shaft. In all honesty, I’d missed it too. I’ve sucked a lot of cocks but George’s is the one my mouth (not to mention my pussy and arse) is most familiar with. That long and frequent familiarity meant I knew exactly what to do to give him the maximum pleasure possible and I employed that knowledge mercilessly.

As I sucked harder, George grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth with short, stabbing thrusts, driving the head of his cock into the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. By this stage, I was so turned on, I didn’t care; I was content to be used any way he wanted.

It wasn’t long before I started to taste his familiar pre-cum oozing from his cock as his orgasm got closer. “Fuck, Julie! I’ve missed fucking your mouth so much!” he groaned, forcing me to take his cock all the way in.

As George began breathing deeper and faster, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to rub his shaft. With just his knob between my lips, I tongued the slit at its tip, driving him over the edge as my fingers pumped his shaft.

“Oh fuck! Oh Julie! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh fuck! Julie! Ohhhhhhh, Julllllliiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!!!!” he moaned as his cock erupted, filling my mouth with his cum.

I loved the way he moaned my name, his hips thrusting uncontrollably, driving his cock between my lips as he fired his load into my mouth and down my throat. I loved having his rich cum on my tongue and I savoured its rich flavour before swallowing it down, sending it on its way to my stomach.

Despite the fury of his release, it didn’t take George that long to recover and, before I knew it, I’d been dragged through to my bedroom, had my clothes pretty much ripped off, been thrown on to my bed with George between my legs, his face between my thighs.

Seconds later, as his tongue lashed my clit, my frustration and arousal boiled over, releasing a thunderously intense orgasm. “Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuccccckkkkkkk, mmmmmmmmmmm, yesssssssssssss!!!!!!” I cried as my back arched up off the bed in response to the powerful contractions that tore through my womb. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard, so quickly. Even George was surprise by the intensity of my reaction.

I quickly recovered my composure and George continued his exploration of my pussy with his tongue at a more leisurely pace. As his tongue worked its way into and over my most sensitive and intimate flesh, George worked his fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out, getting them well coated in my juices. I knew what was coming next and he didn’t keep me waiting long.

Pulling his fingers from my quivering cunt, he raised them to my tits and began anointing my nipples with my juices. George knows how much that turns me on and I quickly let him know how deliciously dirty I found it.

His attentions quickly brought me to a second smaller, but still powerful climax which was soon followed by another and then another.

I think it’s fairly safe to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the series of toe curling orgasms George inflicted on me as he feasted on my pussy, his tongue lashing my throbbing clit. Most of all, however, I particularly enjoyed having his deliciously familiar cock inside me once more, stretching and filling my pussy as he took me long and hard.

One moment, his tongue had been on my clit, feeding my orgasm as my body shook uncontrollably in response trabzon escort bayan to his touch, the next he was above me and I felt my pussy stretching around his thick cock as he pushed it into me.

“Oh fuck George!” I cried as his cock filled me, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me so hard it hurts!”

Suffice to say, he did just that, ramming his cock into me with all his force, pounding my poor pussy relentlessly as I opened myself up for him, taking him in as deep as I could.

It felt so good having George inside me again after all this time. The way our bodies moved together felt so natural and right. Familiarity had taught him what buttons to press to maximise my pleasure and he was pressing them all as he fucked me with long, hard, powerful thrusts.

At the back of my mind, a small part of me kept trying to tell me that I shouldn’t really be doing it. It was almost as if I was, in some way, being unfaithful to Gary before anything had even had the chance to develop. The rest of me, however, didn’t care, it just revelled in the fact that I was there, in that moment, pinned to the bed as George’s cock filled me.

“Harder!” I cried as his breathing became increasingly ragged. Sweat glistened on his brow as he strove to comply with my urgings.

As I ran my hands over his body, I could feel the increasing tension that told me he wouldn’t last much longer.

“I… I can’t hold on!” he groaned as he plunged into me again and again.

I gripped his cock with the walls of my pussy, holding him tight as the surging thrusts of his hips became increasingly urgent.

Suddenly, my body began to shake. Powerful spasms gripped my pussy and womb. “Ohhhhhhh George!” I cried as I came once more, surrendering to the sensations.

Once again, he cried my name, “Julie! Oh… Oh sweet fucking Juuullllliiiiiieeeee!!!!!!”

Driving into me with one last, hard stroke, the dam burst and as he collapsed on top of me, his cock began emptying it’s load into me.

I held him tight as his cock moved of its own volition, sending jet after jet of hot cum deep inside my cunt.

It felt so good. I had been taken hard, just as I had wanted; but, even as his cum flooded my pussy, my body warm and tingly and thoroughly well fucked, I also knew that I had to give him up; I couldn’t keep doing this.

Afterwards, as we lay together, me having used my mouth to clean him up, his cum trickling from my well fucked pussy, I explained everything to George, including the situation with Gary. To my surprise, he was actually fine with it all. He accepted that it was my life and my decision and that, while he wasn’t exactly over the moon about it, he respected me and respected my decision and that he would always be there for me as a friend (and a back-up shag if I ever needed one). He also added that, at least this way, we were able to end this particular bit of our relationship on a high.

I’ll concede that I had to agree with this last part. It was definitely better than ending it over coffee in Starbucks like I did the last time.

In fact, I was so definitely in agreement that I managed to coax another erection out of him so that we could have one last long, hard and extremely satisfying fuck where George said ‘a fond farewell’ to each of my holes.

It was, I suppose, inevitable that we managed to save the best until last. As always, of course, I started things off with my mouth. I could taste myself on his shaft as I sucked his cock back to life. Once I had him hard again, I swung round, positioning my pussy above his mouth.

George’s tongue lapped between my moist folds as I sucked hungrily on his cock. If this was going to be the last time that I had it in my mouth, I wanted to make sure we both enjoyed it fully.

Once again, George used his fingers to spread my juices, escort trabzon this time mixed with his cum, over my tits and nipples. It felt even more deliciously dirty than it had the time before and I soon began to feel a familiar warm glow spread over and through me.

It wasn’t long before rippling tremors began running through my pussy and womb. My clit throbbed as George’s tongue flicked over it. I let his cock slip from my mouth as my orgasm washed over me, letting me give voice to my pleasure. “Ohhhhhh fuck! Oh yessssss!” I moaned as George’s tongue kept me at boiling point.

The intensity of my climax had me wanting to feel him inside me again. I turned round, reached back between my legs and, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I guided him into me.

“Mmmmmmmm, yessssss!” I sighed as I sank down, impaling myself on George’s thick cock, revelling in how good it felt to have it filling me as the walls of my pussy stretched to accommodate him.

I put my hands on his chest and began to work my hips up and down, sliding my pussy along his cock, gripping it tightly as I ground myself against him.

George reached for my tits and began licking and sucking them as I took his cock deep inside me. My orgasm, which hadn’t quite subsided, re-ignited again.

Somehow, I climbed off and positioned myself on all-fours. George was quickly behind me. Grabbing my hips, he drove his cock into my quivering pussy with a single, hard thrust. “Ohhh fuck!” I groaned as he began pounding me from behind.

My pussy was aching when George pulled out. I knew what was coming next and waited with trembling anticipation. I felt his knob press against my tight rear entrance. My arsehole slowly yielded to his pressure and, slowly, inch by inch, George slid his cock into my back passage.

“Oh God, yesssss! Fuck my arse, George! Fuck my arse!” I moaned as he began to move his cock in and out.

He quickly increased his pace and was soon battering my tender arsehole. I reached back between my legs to finger my pussy and tease my clit as he buggered me mercilessly.

It was at that point that I felt a momentary pang of remorse when I realised that this was very likely to be the last time that I would feel George’s cock inside me and that, very soon, he would be giving me his last ever load. With his cock buried deep in my back-passage and my clit beginning to throb under my fingertips, I almost changed my mind again. Almost, but not quite. There was still Gary to get to know and now, as George and I both moved towards our final climax together, I realised just how much I wanted that to happen.

“Oh God! Yessssss! Fuck my arse, George! Fuck it hard!” I moaned again and again as the contractions in my womb sent spasms surging through my body.

“I… I’m getting close, Julie,” he groaned as he drove his cock into me, “I… I can’t hold on!”

I pushed my hips back, impaling my tender arsehole on his cock as he plunged into my depths. “Cum, George!” I moaned, “Cum in my arse!”

Gripping my hips, George hammered into me. My fingers on my clit fed my orgasm, keeping me at boiling point.

“Here… here I cum!” he moaned as he lunged hard.

“Yes! Ohhhhhhh, yessssss!” I cried as his cock erupted, sending a thick jet of warm cum deep into my bowels.

Not wanting to waste this final load, I managed to slide off him and turn around. The next jet of cum splattered over my face and then George directed the remainder over my tits as I drove my fingers deep into my pussy, feeding the last throes of my own climax.

As George collapsed, spent, beside me, I slowly, but deliberately, used my fingers to wipe his cum from my skin, before lifting them to my mouth and licking them clean.

And that’s how things finally ended between me and George. I must confess, I did cry a little when, as she held me in her arms, in bed, I told Katie all about it. My tears didn’t last long, however, as Katie, bless her, cheered me up in the best possible way; hugging, kissing and licking me until I was too exhausted to do anything more than just fall asleep in her arms.

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My second affair came three years after my first. Her name was Emily and, like Sarah, was a student of mine at a small, Midwestern, liberal-arts college. I am anxious to recount my stories accurately as a record of this important but secret side of my life. I need to tell someone, so thank you for reading.

I ended my relationship with Sarah abruptly and painfully. As I stated in that story, I chose the woman I married over the woman loved. I quickly fell into depression. I hated my life. I cried a lot. I wallowed in self-pity. I wasn’t suicidal but once on the way into work some asshole was texting and crossed right into my lane. I never swerved but instead just relaxed my grip on the wheel and accepted my fate. He jerked the wheel at the last minute and missed my truck by inches.

Three years passed and I was still miserable in my personal life but it hid that fact from everyone. Anyone that knew me would have told you how happy I was, how perfect my life was. But on the inside my guts where churning. I had promised myself I would never have another affair. But then Emily came along. She was a transfer student from another college, where she had pursued an unrelated major. At 27, she was older than the average student and almost 13 years my junior. In the fall, she was just another face in the large introductory class I teach but each semester, I teach another class that includes a weekend camping experience and is required for all students in the Environmental Studies degree. Emily took that class in the spring semester.

April can be a challenging month to camp where I live, but I remember this particular weekend was bone dry with a perfect amount of chill in the air. That was an added blessing since I had been unable to find a student aide to assist with the class. Friday evening ended with us all sitting around a campfire, formally introducing ourselves and sharing stories. As students excused themselves for their tents, the circle got smaller until there were only a few of us left around the burning embers. With a big sigh, Emily stood up and said, “Time for me to call it a night. See you all in the morning. Good night, Jay.”

As she walked behind me, she laid her hand on my back and slid it across from one shoulder to the other. I jumped. I was not expecting to be touched and by the time I turned my head, the contact was over and she was walking away, to her tent. Was that an invitation? I concluded it was. I reevaluated Emily as I watched her disappear into the darkness.

Emily was 5′ 5″ tall and best described as “curvy”. I am not trying to be insulting here, but I do want to report this honestly. She wasn’t thin however I would never describe her as fat. As I came to learn, she was a runner, so her frame was built on a solid chassis. Her black hair was wavy and didn’t reach her wide shoulders. Those shoulders framed some very large breasts (Later she told me the boys in middle school teased her and called her “Dee Dee”). Her middle tapered and her waist flared out, but not as wide as her shoulders. Her short legs were strong. She hiked long and hard, just like she fucked. I can still imagine those ankles locked around me as she drew me into her sloppy wet pussy… But I am getting ahead of myself.

The physical feature that attracted me the most was her face. She had intelligent eyes that sparkled when she talked. Her smile and laugh were contagious and devilish. She had a biting sense of humor that betrayed her New York City upbringing. I sat at that campfire for an hour after the last student left, watching the coals burn to nothing and thought about her “offer”. What if I misread that and she was just being friendly? What excuse could I come up with for waking her up? And most importantly, was I ready to begin another affair? I decided against action and reluctantly made my way to my tent to jerk off and get some sleep.

The schedule for the next day was a simple one. After breakfast, we were to hike up to the overlook and complete a journaling activity before heading back to camp. Then it was free time until dinner and a quick service project before roasted marshmallows around the fire.

Emily gave no further signals that I caught and by the top of the mountain, I was convinced I had misread the situation. But by then it was too late. I had already imagined all the things I would like to do to her. I hiked with a half hard cock and a slight buzz in my head. By the end of the hike, we were all sweating but smiling. It was a challenging hike and we were rightfully proud of ourselves. I grabbed a quick nap before dinner and then got a cook fire going. By this time in the trip, I am usually a hot dirty mess. I enjoy the chores that go along with camping and split my share of the firewood. And at 40, I was in good physical shape. No one would accuse me of being a professional athlete or body builder but I do have muscular arms and a chest to match. Couple that with my hiking legs, and I can hold my own in the gym or on the marmaris escort track.

After dinner, our service project was to clear an area of dead limbs and burn the pile. Perhaps not the most environmentally friendly project, but the students were looking forward to the resulting bonfire and it was what the managing agency wanted. Everyone pitched in to create the pile but after a half hour of burning, most of the students had wandered off to the smaller campfire or their tents. I was left with four students, all female. None of them made a move to tend the fire, so I made it my responsibility. I shifted logs and added more branches. In the fading light, nothing was visible outside of our lit area. I sweat as I moved the wood and my face and arms became smudged black with soot.

I did not know it at the time, but at least three of the four women that sat there around that fire were only there to watch me work. How do I know that? They told me, eventually. Emily was there, of course and so were the two students that were to later become my third and fourth affairs (stories for another day). Holly was the only one who I did not end up in a relationship with and as I recall, did most of the talking.

At the time, I was still trying to determine if Emily was interested in me or not. As I worked, I rolled one of the logs closer to the center of the fire and in doing so, sent ash into the air. I was too close and unable to close my eyes in time. God how that stings! Eyes watering, I made my way over to the girls. Holly was telling another story that everyone was politely listening to. I picked up my water bottle and sat down next to Emily.

“Will you flush the soot out of my eyes?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Sure, Jay”, she replied. I laid on my back next to her as she sat cross legged, unscrewing the cap to my water bottle. I held my eyes open, one at a time, as she poured the water over them.

Romantic? Well, I thought so. I certainly caused my cock to stir. With one of her hands on the water bottle, that left her other to cradle my face gently. There is something nurturing about rendering first aid to another that I find attractive and it was not lost on me that the roles were now reversed from my first affair with Sarah.

Emily held my face with her hand under my chin and her arm sweeping up the left side as she sat looking upside down at me. Soon, my eyes were clear and I wiped the water away but Emily did not let go. I laid there for what seemed like minutes but must have only been a few seconds enjoying the feel of her against me and basked in her smile. Abruptly, I sat up and thanked her and left the fire to its own devices. We all sat long into the night watching the wood burn down. I stayed sitting next to Emily on the ground, sporting some wood of my own.

Perhaps I flirted a bit with her in the hallways for the last few weeks of the semester, I honestly don’t recall. I must have. But that summer we went our separate ways and I didn’t see her again until the start of the fall semester. I asked her if she would like to be the student-assistant for me that fall in the aforementioned camping classes. She agreed. The program had seen a large growth in enrollment and I was now teaching three sections of that class each semester.

Our first trip was only a few weekends away and when the date of departure finally arrived, I was still unsure what I was going to do. That first night, I did nothing. Well, I did masturbate to the thought of Emily, but I mean I made no move. It was the second night that I found my nerve.

We had finished dinner and our service project. The project this weekend was a simple one: stack the firewood that had already been dumped and split near the lean-to. We made a game of it and finished pretty quickly. I managed to flirt a little with Emily, grabbing her bicep and telling her it was as hard as the firewood. She laughed heartily at my joke. The sun was setting as we finished and all the students headed to the campfire for a much needed break.

I suggested to Emily that we take a walk around the camping area. She agreed. I led her far off to a mossy spot overlooking the distant campfire. We sat down and talked for a while. Then I stretched out on my back and invited her to feel the soft mat of vegetation for herself. She laid down next to me, both of us staring at the stars peeking through the tree tops. My heart pounded. Surely she could hear it, I thought.

After a few minutes I rolled onto my side towards her. “Can I tell you something?” I whispered.

“Of course”, she said without moving.

“I think you are absolutely beautiful”, I stammered. There. I said it.

Her response back was a laugh. A nervous laugh perhaps, “Um, thank you.”

I was laying on my left side, propped up on one arm and unsure of how to proceed. I could hear her breathing heavily now and I figured that since she hadn’t run, it was a good sign.

“Why did you say that?” she asked.

“Why do I think you are marmaris escort bayan beautiful or why did I tell you I think you are beautiful?” I inquired.

“Both.”

“Well, the more I have gotten to know you the more I am attracted to you. I love your attitude. You are curious and adventurous and smart. I find all of that so attractive. Your eyes sparkle when you talk. Your cheeks bunch up when you smile. And I cannot get your soft hands out of my mind.”

As I said these things, I let my right hand gently fall on her right arm. She did not protest. I bent close to her and waited with my lips close to hers. It was maddening. I wanted to take her in my arms and feel her warmth but instead I stopped there, so close to her full lips.

“We can’t.” Emily paused before speaking again into the darkness. “What if someone sees?”

“Look at them all down at the campfire”, I answered. At that she rolled to her left side and I was now spooning her from behind. “No one can see us.”

“Jay, you’re married”, she stated with finality.

“Then let me just tell you a story”, I replied. It was my intention to tell her all about Sarah. To let he know I had done this once before with another student, one that was the same age as Emily. But I didn’t get all of that out. I couched the truth by referring to Sarah as “a girlfriend” and proceeded to whisper the story of how Sarah and I fucked for the last time in a shower house (I recounted this entire episode in a previous story). I whispered the details of how I made Sarah cum with my fingers and how she agreed to slide one of her fingers into my ass as I stood facing the wall of the shower stall. I told Emily in graphic detail how much that thrilled me and, when I couldn’t take Sarah’s finger fucking any longer, I spun her around and buried my rock hard cock into her until I sprayed a huge load of cum on her back.

There are many reasons why I told Emily that story. It was the end of one affair and I was asking her to start another. It also showed her I was willing to push boundaries. If she was turned off, well then I wasn’t going to get what I wanted out of this affair anyway and it would be better to find out now. Finally, to me, it was a secret. One that wasn’t easy to divulge and certainly one I didn’t want anyone to know about, even without the added detail of this being an affair. My confession felt like an honest start with Emily, despite not admitting to the adultery. It was my largest admission to anyone and felt like a weight was lifted.

When I finished, I had a hand resting on her hip and a hard cock nestled against her ass. She was quiet for a moment before speaking. “That was incredibly hot. Oh, my. Wow”, Emily stammered.

I leaned into her a little and said boldly, “I want to do things like that with you.”

She exhaled sharply. I could tell she was torn. But in the end she only said four words. “But you are married.”

“Ok”, I responded. I wasn’t going to push her. We laid together for a while chatting about what we needed to do the next day in order to break down camp. I offered to walk her to her tent and promised to be a gentleman. She agreed, and I kept my word.

Sundays on these camping trips are always interesting. Some students are early risers and cannot wait to return home while others are more relaxed and want to take their time getting organized. I generally split the difference and therefore make no one happy. Emily was a huge help and together we got everyone together for our last group activity. I did not mention a word of the previous night to Emily but I couldn’t help notice the big beaming smiles she was giving me along with the lingering touches as she passed me.

We arrived back at the college and the students unpacked and sorted the group gear. They were quick and efficient. Emily and I sat close together on a bench and watched the last students heading off to their dorms. I thanked her again for a great weekend and with an apologetic grin, asked her if she was still willing to work with me for the next two trips.

“Of course, Jay. I love spending time with you”, she replied.

“Great. I am glad I didn’t scare you off with my offer”, I answered.

I stuck my hand out as a friendly good-bye handshake, but she laughed and hugged me instead. We both smelled like sweat and campfire smoke but I took a deep breath anyway as I pressed her fully against me. God, she was so soft and round and full. I held her longer than necessary, memorizing the feeling of her against me.

I finally let go and we smiled at each other. We stammered some good-byes and I headed to my office as Emily turned towards her dorm. I wanted to make sure I had everything organized for my Monday lecture as I knew I would be arriving to work tired the next day. As is typical for a Sunday, the other faculty offices in my wing were all dark and empty. I unlocked my door and closed it behind me. No sense risking an interruption from a chatty student or colleague when there escort marmaris was work to be done.

I had just settled in at my desk when I heard a light knocking on my door. I ignored it. Then I heard a small voice inquire, “Jay, you in there?”

It was Emily. I shot out of my chair and threw the door open. I had just left her moments ago but she looked completely different to me now. The sunlight was pouring through the hall window, backlighting her figure.

At first she wouldn’t look me in the eyes but when she lifted her head, I saw a determined look on her face. She stepped into my office and put her hands on my waist. I closed the door behind her and we both heard the loud metallic snap as it locked. I was now holding her waist and bent my head down so my lips were pressed against the top of her head. As she slowly looked up, I kept my head steady so that my lips moved from her hair to her forehead, then down her nose and finally to her waiting mouth.

A first kiss is different than every other. It is not always the best kiss, but each first kiss is memorable in its own right. This one was pure electricity as we allowed ourselves to give in to our desire for each other. My hands were now on her back, crushing her soft tits against my hard chest. She was breathing hard now and I could feel her hands running up and down the muscles of my arms.

I moved my hands from her back to her front and lost them in Emily’s massive tits. These were the biggest breasts I had ever felt and I alternated between trying to squeeze them both with using both hands on a single one. Emily moaned in delight. Her hands were wrapped around me and fell to my ass, as she pressed my middle against her. I slid my right hand down to her crotch and rubbed her pussy through her jeans.

“Oh, Jay. You feel so good”, she breathed as I continued to rub her. The faster I ran my hand over her jeans the more ragged her breath became. I used my left hand to grab the back of her hair and pulled. With her face pointing straight up now, I licked her throat. She moaned and trembled. I quickened the pace on her covered pussy and felt her begin to tremble.

I stopped licking her long enough to whisper, “Cum for me.” I then opened my mouth and raked my teeth over her jaw, finally coming to rest on her chin and gave it a light but firm bite. She exploded. Her legs shook in orgasm as her arms went limp. I held her in place with my right hand now squeezing her damp jeans as aftershocks rippled through her and my left hand still entangled in her hair.

My own jeans were straining as my fully erect cock pushed against them. I spun Emily around and bent her over my desk. She supported herself on her hands and pushed her ass against my grinding hips. I reached under her and grabbed one massive globe in each of my hands as I dry humped her ass. We were both imagining that cock buried in her pussy and I was close to cumming.

I slid my clothed prick against her ass faster and faster. Emily grunted her approval and that was all I needed. I squeezed her tits hard as I drew myself against her ass, trying to will my cock through our clothing and into her wet pussy. I came hard. This may have been the sexiest thing I had ever done fully clothed.

When I managed to catch my breath, I turned Emily around and held her close. We didn’t speak for some time and when we did, it was awkward but not apologetic. I kissed her lightly as she started to leave. We agreed to meet the next day to talk.

The next day came and went without either of us being able to meet. She did send a quick email saying everything was all right but she had forgotten about an assignment that was due and she had been stuck in the library all day. I sent her a reply asking her what she was doing Wednesday morning. A rare bird had shown up at a nearby lake and I was going to try to find it.

“Sounds like fun!” she emailed back, and we arranged to meet at a carpool lot an hour from campus at 8am Wednesday.

Wednesday arrived and I was so anxious to see her, I arrived a half hour early to the meeting spot. I saw that Emily was already there, waiting in her car. She smiled as she recognized my pickup truck and practically ran to it to get in the passenger side.

“Good morning!” I said as a big smile split my face. I reached out a hand and held hers as she settled into her seat.

“Good morning to you too!” she responded. Her smile was as big as mine and we both just looked at each other for a moment, holding hands.

“Well,” I began, “we could go looking for that bird ooooorrrrr we could go over to that motel over there and continue what we started on Sunday.”

Emily stopped smiling and dropped her mouth open in surprise. I was taken aback at her surprise and wondered what had been going through her mind these past three days. Because all I had been thinking about was how I was going to get her naked.

“I…I…I wasn’t even thinking of that. I thought we were going birding.”

“We can,” I assured her. “I would be perfectly happy to spend a morning exploring that park with you looking for this bird. But I also would enjoy being alone in a room with you and seeing what you look like with less clothing.”

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