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This is the second in the series. Whose version to believe is up to the reader.

Upon further cleanup of the basement of the house I am flipping, I found a large envelope with a letter to a magazine publisher and a cassette tape. The envelope was battered and had been forwarded twice by the Post Office, stamped with ‘Return Undeliverable’. Apparently the publisher was out of business when this cassette was mailed in 1983. I Googled the publisher and found a few magazine covers, but that was all. The address in Brooklyn is an interstate ramp now. I have been unable to find the actual magazine in question, even a copy online. The typewritten letter reads:

“October 3, 1983

RE: Article entitled ‘The Sex Creep and his Crippled Daughter’ – July 1968 Issue

To whom it may concern,

Your company published the above referenced article based on a reel of tape my father sent you in late 1967. I have the complimentary issue sent to him and the check stub for the $27.50 that was paid, along with the returned tape, which I have reviewed. While the events in the article were more or less true, you portrayed him as remorseful martyr. As the ‘crippled daughter’ of that story, I can assure you that was not the case. I thought the accompanying cassette, which contains the true version of events, prefaced by some background, might inspire another article. Please forward your current terms for payment, etc.

Sincerely,

E. M. V.”

Here is the transcript of the tape. The speaker is apparently the same as the one in the graduation speech on the earlier tapes from the sixties. Of course her diction is much more refined after a sixteen year span. She seems to be reading pre-written pages from a notebook or legal pad, with frequent commentary.

START 00:00

“Okay, chapter one.

Call me Bess, short for Elizabeth. I don’t use ‘Bess’ anymore, and only my papa calls me that now. But this is about the past anyway. Now, at least to outsiders, I live a relatively normal life, even if I am thought to be a spinster. I’m still walking with crutches, one of the last victims of polio, but I consider myself lucky, overall.

Mmmm, where to start? I guess the children’s home. Ugh. Looking like a medieval castle, it was a rehabilitation orphanage and hospital, more or less. I lived there since I was seven. Mama took care of me when I got sick, but she died suddenly of a heart ailment, and Papa was in Trenton State Prison at the time. Before he met Mama, he had helped rob a jewelry store, and later it caught up to him. So it was like we were both locked up for a while.

The state home got money for each resident, and years later I figured out that those assholes kept me there several years longer than they had to. I was almost a perfect cash patient for them; I wasn’t wheelchair bound and incontinent like many of the other kids, and could help with chores in the kitchen and laundry, as long as I could sit while working. Despite the tight quarters, I didn’t make many close friends of either gender; they seemed to drift in and out like ghosts in hand-me-down clothes. School, library books and later the television were my escapes. I got visits from my papa every few weeks after he got paroled. He was kind and funny, and brought me candy and Archie comic books. Over the years I grew to really love him and miss him when we separated.

Finally the hospital released me when I turned eighteen in 1967. I was ecstatic. Papa came to get me and we took a train home. As our coach rocked and thumped along, I fell asleep on his arm, something I hadn’t done since I was a small child. Papa was a huge man, over six feet tall, and as wide across the shoulders as the door frames he walked through, but not really fat. Despite his ‘smiling’ brown eyes, he could be quite intimidating. I felt very safe and protected next to him.

Ah, a real home at last! We had the first floor of a wood-framed three story walk-up, a bit run down, but it fit the budget. The neighborhood was a little rough, police sirens were frequent, but to me it was paradise. After sleeping for years in a twenty-four bed girl’s ward, I was overjoyed to have my own room, where I could change clothes without other girls snickering about my small breasts and no one would steal my things or wake me up with their screaming nightmares. Little did I know my own nightmares of sorts were just beginning. I unpacked my few belongings, books mostly, a Rosary and Bible, and modest collection of secondhand clothes. My first days were pleasant enough, as I adjusted to daily life with Papa and keeping the house while he was at work.

The first sign of trouble popped up unexpectedly, it could be said. Our house was narrow, and I had to hop down a long hall past Papa’s room to get to the kitchen. One Sunday morning on my second weekend home I stopped in his open doorway to see what he wanted for breakfast. I’m pretty sure gaziantep escort bayan he heard me approach but pretended he didn’t. My father dropped his boxer shorts, picked up his transistor radio and intentionally turned to face me, giving me the shock of my young life.

Damn! I’ll never forget the sight of my papa standing there naked, six feet away, muscles and body hair in unexpected abundance. His wiener, I called them then, was severely swollen, long and sticking straight out! It was a scarlet, vein-covered monstrosity! I had never seen such a thing! For a second I wondered if he had some disease, like when a hand swells up from an allergic bee sting, but I knew that must have been the form it assumed for…procreation; that’s the polite term. There were less scary alien creatures in science fiction movies. He pretended to be tuning the radio and didn’t acknowledge my presence. To further ensure he had my attention, Papa stepped the rest of the way out of his underwear, causing his hanging sack to shake, and more so, his hulking, reptilian-looking appendage to gyrate around like it was searching for its next meal.

At this point I possessed absolutely no knowledge of sex at all, other than the schoolgirl discussions of ‘morning tents’ seen beneath teen male pajamas, and that a boy would ‘get stiff and put it in me’ if he thought I was pretty enough. I had caught sight of a few bare penises over the years at the home as boys showed them off peeing outdoors, or as mental patients displayed their genitals to us from the windows of the locked wing. I had naively assumed that was the magnitude of what would enter me on my honeymoon, if I ever even married. Evidently I was quite wrong. I couldn’t believe my mama, who was nearly as petite as me, ever had that hideous thing of my father’s buried inside her.

Back to that morning, I stood there, frozen in shock, leaning on the door frame. Finally Papa looked up, briefly proud but then feigned embarrassment, covering his forested groin with an undershirt. Certainly red-faced, I pretended not to have been traumatized and turned around to leave, offering a quick apology as I scooted away, my pulse pounding.

Nothing else was said about it, but all through mass that morning I tried unsuccessfully to rid my mind of the image of that menacing, extended penis. I had no idea why I was forced, more or less, into seeing it. If it was a test of my morality, I definitely failed by not shutting my eyes instantly. Instead, I stood and gawked at its muscular projection in sinful, lurid curiosity. But as my papa proudly introduced me to fellow parishioners after the church service, everything seemed okay, normal. I decided maybe it was an honest mistake, and maybe his hearing had been affected by the noisy factory he worked in, and he did have the radio on. Still, I was afraid that everyone could sense the heat and moisture that had accumulated between my legs. I had just spent Sunday mass ignoring the sermon and visualizing male schoolmates with their own hairy wieners lengthened and expanded. Now I finally understood the reason for the pliability and depth of the crevice between my legs, even when not preparing itself for childbirth. That crevice seemed to yearn for those swollen wieners, and in an effort to be a good Catholic girl, who had even considered entering the convent, I prayed for the yearning to stop.

Chapter Two

Things returned to normal for a short while. The next incident, if it could be called that, was late on a weeknight. A thunderstorm had awakened me, and I hopped to the bathroom to pee, as I had been drinking too much soda since moving in. My papa had been asleep sitting up on the sofa. On my return trip, he was awake, and I was a little uncomfortable when he called out to me.

‘Princess? Why are you up? You afraid of the storm? It’s okay, come sit with me.’ He patted the sofa cushion next to his hip.

I didn’t like the storms; they seemed more threatening in this house, compared to the large stone children’s home. I might not have minded his offer had I been more covered up, but I felt nearly naked in the short, thin nightgown that partially exposed my panties. My more modest pajamas were in the laundry, and I was enjoying the freedom of not wearing a bathrobe constantly when out of bed. The modesty of a robe was a rule at the state home for the pubescent girls that sported breasts, even budding nubs.

The house was only lit by a distant small lamp in my room and the television, and Papa was smiling warmly, so I consented to join him. I tried to ignore my pangs of embarrassment as I sensed him looking at my crotch and chest, his first view of me braless. While nature had shortchanged me in the breast department, I had been overcompensated with bulbous, protruding nipples. My papa’s ‘gumdrop’ description on his tape was actually pretty accurate. While using the crutches gaziantep escort ilanları there was no way to cross my arms in front of me and mask their protrusion and tendency to roam inside the slightly sheer cotton. My discomfort waned as I snuggled up to him. He smelled of cleaning chemicals, cigarettes and body odor, but I didn’t want to move, and fell fast asleep as the storm subsided. I pretended not to awake as he carried me back to my room, crutches hooked over his large forearm. I was uneasy as I knew he was surveying my nipples, likely discernable in the moonlight and poking at the thin cotton as he described on his tape, and only panties clinging to my genitals. Despite that, I felt safe in his arms, and loved. Papa tenderly tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. I began to think his unsavory intent was all in my mind, as it had been so long since I had lived in a family situation. Deep in the darkest recesses of my mind, I asked myself ‘So what if he was looking at my breasts? He used to give me baths as a child. Was it such a big deal if he saw me scantily dressed now as a woman?’ My sincere answer was an unimaginably sinful ‘No.’ I read my Bible until I slept before I considered my next, horrific question, ‘Did I like him looking at me?’ and the most deviant of all, ‘Did I like having seen my father’s erect penis that other morning?’

The dilemma of the display of intimate anatomy faded but was soon supplanted by another traumatic event, and this time there was no mistaking the lecherous intent. The way I felt about my papa changed forever. Surprisingly, it was not so much due to what he tried to do, but it made me painfully aware that he possessed a major flaw, one even worse than the legal troubles he had at a younger age. The era of my juvenile worship of my father as, more or less, a hero came to an abrupt end.”

[Phone ringing in background, inaudible conversation]

“Where was I? Oh yes, we were snuggling on the couch watching TV, and I arose to my knees to kiss Papa goodnight before reaching for my crutches. His large hand grasped mine firmly and guided it beneath his robe to his crotch. He curled his fingers, forcing my small hand to surround his waiting wiener. As we kissed briefly on the lips, I couldn’t help but feel the spongy tubular organ within his underwear momentarily. I recoiled in shock, devastated! My own father was a molester, an incestuous pervert!. To make matters worse, he blamed me for grabbing him without provocation. It was now clear that he did intend for me to see his bloated erection that morning, and made sure he saw me closely in the thin nightgown! I was sobbing as I bolted away on my damned crutches. They helped me walk, but kept me from running away.

I was torn between ignoring what had happened, and packing my things and leaving. Where would I go? The Y.W.C.A.? I didn’t have a dime. Who would hire a girl who couldn’t gracefully walk, even if I was valedictorian of my class? Once the original shock and sense of betrayal lessened, a strange thought process began as I laid there in the darkness of my room, replaying the scene in my head. Sinfully, I imagined what might have happened had I not instantly pulled my hand away, and done whatever twisted thing Papa wanted me to do. Did he want to put that gargantuan dick, some of the girls called them, inside me? Was it flattery I felt, that a full-grown man wanted to do dirty things with me, little Bess the cripple? I had never been kissed or even got asked to go to a malt shop or a movie with a boy, and now I was catapulted straight into sex.

I amazed myself with a tiny bit of regret that I hadn’t stayed and seen what might have transpired. Sure, he was suddenly like a stranger, but then again he wasn’t. He hadn’t been violent, and didn’t seem to want to hurt me. In the end I chose denial, and decided to pretend the whole episode hadn’t happened, even the next morning as Papa ‘forgave’ me for grabbing him and gave me a halfhearted, confusing speech about me meeting a boy from church, and so on. I had put the episode out of my mind to the point that I sat on the couch next to him for TV the next few evenings. A few nights later he grabbed my hand and guided it to his fly. I winced and was again wrongfully accused. I actually received a token, juvenile television restriction, which seemed more like I was being punished for not touching his genitals, rather than acquiescing to his immoral wishes.

Still, I harbored a shred of remorse that I didn’t let things progress a bit, just to see exactly what was so irresistibly tempting. Then I even began to fear he wouldn’t try again, and, honestly, a small but growing, devious part of me wanted to see that big damned scarlet erection again. In spite of my devout ambitions, I wondered what it would feel like. Exactly how ‘hard’ was it? Was it warm to the touch? I imagined it both gaziantep escort numaraları in my hands and, elsewhere, let’s say. At first I thought of it as a detached object, but it was impossible not to associate it with Papa. I began to imagine him at the helm, ruthlessly violating my naked body. My vagina would heat and dampen as I entertained such sinful thoughts at night in my bed, my pulse elevated. I felt guilt and shame in the mornings, vowing to rid myself of such obscene notions. But there I was the next night, alone in the dark, disappointed that nothing happened. A few days later there was another episode where he had me nearly unzipping him, but I chickened out on going through with it and was sent to my room, accepting the blame once more. For the first time, I felt more regret for not succumbing to his wishes than resisting. My morality was crumbling under the weight of a vile curiosity and a craving for his complete acceptance. I knew it was just a matter of time, and began tempting fate.

Rationalizing to myself that it was due to the summer heat, I found myself changing out of my nightgowns after breakfast with Papa instead of before. With no robe and of course braless, I felt nearly naked and slightly aroused hopping around the kitchen as I packed his lunch pail and cooked us nearly inedible pancakes or eggs before he left for work. I felt a strange satisfaction knowing Papa’s eyes were on me much of the time. He began to arrive early, before I even had the stove on, and sat at the table, pretending to read his paper, but rarely flipped a page. Sunday morning breakfast was prepared and consumed at a later hour before mass. I was bare-legged in an oversized pajama top, and the risen sun streaming through the windows and the thin yellow fabric probably left little to his imagination.

Chapter Three.

Two days later I got my immoral wish; it was to be the first of many bizarre days in my young life. On the morning of July Forth, as Papa said on his tape, I had brought him his paper in bed after retrieving it from the front porch. After handing it to him, he thanked me nicely, opened and buried his nose in it. I was wearing my robe over what I had slept in, panties and a thin little camisole. It was hot already that morning, so I shed the robe before hopping back to my room to dress. I doubted he would peek out from behind the spread-open New York Times he was holding up, and I was not really concerned, even if he did see my butt in panties. Halting halfway out of the room, I returned to the bed to retrieve the comics from the pile. Papa suddenly flung the paper aside and grabbed my wrist.

He pulled my arm toward him so that I had no choice but to crawl onto the bed on my knees, dragging my lame calves and feet behind. At the same time, with his free hand he pushed the sheet and his boxer waistband down. There it was, exposed in broad daylight, my papa’s penis! Surrounded by hair, it was curled up against itself in hibernation. Suddenly it jolted, and began swelling and uncoiling before my eyes. It was much bigger than any of the flaccid dicks that I had seen before. ‘This is it, Bess. There’s no escape this time. Pray you don’t get pregnant,’ I told myself as he maintained his grip. My palm was forced into my first contact with it. I was simultaneously repulsed and, yes, excited. True, it was my father’s, but regardless, this was a man’s sex organ I was touching! Without thinking, I voluntarily squeezed it, a forbidden and blasphemous act, but I’ll never forget that first sensation of the spongy, tubular mass that inflated against my grip. It was not as foreign as I had expected.

‘Fathers and daughters aren’t supposed to do this. You aren’t goin’ to stop, are you?’ he asked a bit angrily, gesturing at my sheer camisole. I realized he knew I was semi-intentionally teasing him with the minimal outfits I had been wearing in the mornings. Essentially caught, I nervously blurted out the first thing that came to my chaotic mind, calling my papa ‘silly’ as I massaged his swelling penis. My pulse raced.

“If you just got to do this…” he began.

Papa leaned over and reached into his night table drawer. I knew he had at least one pistol. In TV shows and the movies they always seemed to be kept next to the bed. Was my own father, a man I loved, going to force me to do his heinous, sexual bidding at gunpoint? Did he think I wouldn’t submit without it? Nevertheless, I continued my exploratory groping of his growing dick. To be honest, a small part of me was exhilarated by the seeming danger in just my underwear, and my sudden, reprehensibly naughty behavior. I felt like a movie character, both victim and femme fatale. Imagine me, little crippled Bess, in such a starring role!

‘…let me show you the right way,’ he continued. Was the right way going to be sex while a gun was pointed at me?

In an attempt to appeal to the kind father I thought I knew and implicitly surrender to him, I raised up, leaned and kissed him on the mouth. “I love you Papa!”

Trembling with adrenaline, I was unable to finish my intended second sentence of ‘Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want,’ as I exhaled with relief. Instead of the black steel of a revolver, he had retrieved a bottle of hand lotion.

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If you haven’t read the first 6 episodes of this series, it will make more sense to you if you read them first — especially episode 6. All characters are adults.

I had rushed home, unable to get Lewis out of my mind. What was happening to me? I had to put an end to this. I could not let this boy talk to me this way. Why was my body betraying me? It was one thing to fantasize — and all of us have their own particular fantasies — but I had enough on my plate, already.

I got on the computer and searched for “BBC”. I tried to find a black guy that looked like Lewis. I found one guy that looked a bit like him, but wasn’t as tall. Then I did a search, trying to find videos that he was in that had a girl that looked similar to me. I did find one girl that looked a great deal like me, but she was a lot older — maybe in her 30’s. Still, she was pretty and had nice tits — although hers were fake — skinny legs, brown hair, brown eyes.

I found 3 videos where they were together. I started watching one of them, playing with myself, and soon had a good orgasm. I immediately felt guilty and completely washed out. I shut down the computer and lay on my bed and was soon fast asleep.

I awakened after midnight, having slept since late afternoon. I realized that I had been dreaming, though it seemed so realistic. I had dreamed that Lewis had texted me, then called me, then come to my house and that we had fucked. It was so detailed! I wanted to fall back asleep and resume the dream. Unable to sleep, however, I got up and made coffee, then watched some Seinfeld reruns.

When the sun came up, I went upstairs and showered, then got ready for school. This was the day that I was going to put an end to Lewis’ flirting, I promised myself. I had allowed him to get into my head. As erotic as the dreams had been, I certainly did not need to be involved, in any way, with him. He had absolutely nothing to offer me, except sex, and I was getting enough of that. I admitted to myself that I had a fantasy about black guys, but I certainly could not allow myself to actually do it — at least not at this point in my life. My life was far too complicated, already.

I was so nervous all morning, realizing that I was going to have to deal with Lewis. When he came in, dressed, as usual, in his baggy basketball shorts and jersey that showed off his muscular chest, he smiled and exclaimed, “Yo, teach, you lookin’ fine today!”

I was wearing jeans and a button up, red blouse. Except for the fact that you could tell I had boobs, there was nothing overtly sexual about my outfit. This was by design.

“Good morning, Lewis,” I said. “Have a seat and we’ll get started. We need to get into advanced polynomials — those of degree greater than 2…”

I noticed that he had not so much as taken out a pencil or opened his notebook. “Lewis?”

“I had a dream about you last night, Pamela. I dreamed…”

I interrupted him. “Lewis, I don’t care. I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re being very uncooperative. When you start cooperating and we get caught up, then we can talk about things other than math. Got it?”

Lewis looked angry. He muttered something under his breath, then opened his notebook and took out his pencil. “Proceed,” he pouted.

We managed to get through the lesson. Lewis made no untoward remarks, though he seemed reluctant to follow instructions. The session, though it lasted only 45 minutes, seemed to drag on for hours. Finally it was over and, after I gave Lewis his assignment, he got up to go.

He walked to the door, then turned to me. “You missin’ out, Pamela. We the same age and I know you want it. I been tryin’ to be nice to you, to cooperate with this shit that I ain’t never gonna use, but you act like you got a stick up yo ass. You need a good fuckin’ and you know I could give it to you.”

He turned and walked out the door. I was flabbergasted. This could not stand. I would have no credibility in my own eyes if I allowed this.

I walked quickly to the door and yelled down the hall at him, “Lewis, get yourself back down here, young man!”

He turned and gave me the finger. “Fuck you, bitch. You can take yo third degree polynomials and shove them up yo lily white ass.”

This was a most unfortunate time for Lewis to say such a thing. Just as he said this, the principal of the school walked around the corner. He politely invited Lewis to accompany him to his office.

*****

It was only Thursday and I was already worn out. I thoroughly enjoyed tutoring, especially mathematics, but I hadn’t been prepared for the emotional toll that dealing with Lewis had caused. The principal had asked me to stop by his office before I went home, to give him my side of the story. Lewis had told him that I had flirted with him and that when he reciprocated, I had rejected him. That, claimed Lewis, was what caused him to act inappropriately. Luckily, the principal didn’t buy this story for one moment. He had informed escort gaziantep Lewis that he was out of the program and would be ineligible for sports that Fall. I truly hated that he wouldn’t get to play, but he had to learn that actions have consequences. The principal told me that, if Lewis contacted me in any way, that he wanted to be informed.

I was now a bit on edge. Daddy and Jeff were both out of town. I had another night alone and, I remembered, Lewis knew where I lived. I called Jeff and spilled a short summary of the entire week. He told me to make sure that all the doors were locked and the shades pulled down. Well, duh. I had gone from being aroused by Lewis to being scared of him. I couldn’t help that I had been physically attracted to him.

I opened up a can of soup and made a grilled cheese for supper. I watched part of the Braves game, but kept imagining that I heard something. I must have peeped out at least 20 times. I finally turned the TV off and sat on the couch, grading some papers. I was too keyed up to sleep, but when 9:00 came, I went upstairs and took a bubble bath, thinking that it would relax me, then went and read in bed. By 10:00 I had become drowsy enough to fall asleep, so I put my book away and turned out my light.

I woke with a start. Someone was in my room! I had heard something and could sense that I was not alone. Lewis! I lay as still as I could, trying to think where I had put my phone. The door to my room was open, as it usually was when I slept. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that the door to the bathroom was closed and that I could see light under the door. He was in the bathroom! Shit! I carefully felt on my bedside table until I located my phone.

I was just about to dial 9-1-1 when I heard the commode flush, followed by water running in the bathroom sink. What? Would Lewis take a dump in my bathroom and then wash his hands? When the water was turned off, I listened carefully and thought I heard someone walking in my brother’s room. Could it be Jeff? I was trembling, I realized. I tried to tell myself that an intruder wouldn’t use the bathroom and then be so fastidious as to wash his hands! Then I heard a distinct footstep in the hallway, at the top of the stairs, right outside my room.

I screamed.

My door flew open and Jeff ran in, “Pam, what’s wrong?” he yelled as he turned the wall switch on, flooding the room with light. He spied me in the bed, my blanket pulled up to my chin.

“You bastard!” I screamed at him. “You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were that… that… that Lewis guy that I’ve been tutoring. Why didn’t you warn me you were coming home?”

Jeff sat on my bed and I was immediately in his arms. What a feeling! Could anything feel as marvelous as being in the arms of my loving brother? I started crying and clinging to him as if I could not bear to ever let him go. He held me as tears coursed down my face and my body was wracked with sobs.

“Sis, it’s okay. I tried calling you. Do you have your phone on silent?”

I knew immediately that I did. I had put it on silent for school and had never thought to turn the ringer back on. How stupid.

“I saw that you were asleep when I closed the bathroom door,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” He held me away from him, looking in my face. “I knew you were upset, so I came home as soon as I could get here.”

I kissed him as tears continued to roll down my face. “I missed you so bad! This week has been awful!” I whined.

He moved me over and lay down beside me in the bed. He was dressed in jeans and an REM tee shirt. I was wearing my customary sleeping attire – an old tee shirt that had gotten way too short, and panties. “Well, I’m here now… HERE I AM TO SAVE THE DAY,” he sang in the old “Mighty Mouse” tune.

This made me giggle through my tears. I stroked his face and kissed him again. I loved kissing my brother! He began kissing me in earnest and I felt his hand on my bare stomach. This sent an unexpected surge of lust through my body. Suddenly I realized that we were alone, with no chance of being disturbed.

I fucked my tongue into my brother’s mouth as I reached for his belt, trying to undo it as our tongues wrestled. He reached and started unfastening his pants as I removed my tee shirt, leaving me in my tiny bikini panties. I got between his legs and wrestled his jeans and underwear off of him as he removed his shirt. He was totally naked, laying on my bed, and I was so hungry for him.

He pulled me up to him, then flipped me over on my back, pinning me to the bed. He began to nuzzle my neck, eliciting moans of need from me.

“You smell so good, Sis! What is that?”

I smiled. “I took a bubble bath. I wish you had been here to share it with me.”

He inhaled as he moved lower to my breasts. They needed him so bad and when he started sucking them, I felt as if I might cum from just the forbidden sensation of my own gaziantep escort forumları brother sucking them. It didn’t matter that he had been sucking them for a long time. It had always felt good and I had always loved his attention. It never got old and I think one of the reasons was that it was taboo — incest. Obviously incest turned me on more than anything else. Even as my brother sucked and licked at my breasts, I reflected that my urges to have interracial sex were also because it was considered taboo, at least in the area where we lived – the old Confederacy.

Jeff knew how much I loved what he did to my breasts. He had done it hundreds of times throughout our teen years and he knew exactly what I wanted and needed and what drove me absolutely crazy. He was playing with them, pinching my nipples, as he kissed my stomach.

He returned to my breasts and suddenly bit one of my nipples. “Ouch! Too hard!” Suddenly I remembered the dream in which Lewis had done exactly the same thing. “Kiss it. Lick it!” I moaned, and just like in the dream, it felt wonderful. “Mmmmmmm! Do the other one!”

Jeff sucked at my other nipple, then took it between his teeth and began to apply pressure. I looked down at him. “You’re such a bad boy!” I chastised him as he bit harder. “Ouch!”

He quickly licked and kissed it, making me tingle with delight. He raised his head and looked at me, a smirk on his face. “I like the idea of a bubble bath,” he said as he bit one of my nipples again, then kissed and licked it. “Can we do that?”

I giggled. “Yeah, sure.” I jumped out of bed and started the water running in the bathtub. I poured a great deal of bubble bath in. The tub was over-sized, but we had not actually taken a bath together since we were children — a shower, yes, but not a bath.

After a few minutes, I yelled at him that I was getting in. He came and started getting in the tub with me, his thick cock almost fully hard. He wanted me, and he was certainly going to get what he wanted. There was no doubt of that. I grasped it as soon as it was in reach. I wanted it on my mouth, but that could wait.

My brother reached for the body wash and poured a generous amount in his hand, then handed the bottle to me. I did the same, then reached for him, smearing the slick liquid on his body. He began to soap my tits, which felt wonderful. I began to rub his penis and balls with the soap, but since they were underwater, the soap was dissipating.

“Stand up, so I can wash your old nasty dick,” I giggled. He stood, as I requested. He was so hard! I took a fresh handful of soap and soaped his thick cock and gently washed his balls, rubbing behind them, as I knew he loved. I took a cup that we kept on the edge of the tub and rinsed him until there was no soap left on his gorgeous genitals.

I reached and, placing a hand on one of his buttocks, pulled him toward me. I took his cock into my mouth and, adjusting myself, took him almost to the root. I had taken the head of his cock into the very back of my mouth, and was trying to turn my head so that he could fuck my throat. I knew he loved that more than anything, and I intended to give him anything he wanted. This wasn’t a good position for that, however, so I reluctantly allowed his throbbing cock to slip out of my mouth.

“That’s just a sample of what you’re getting later, Big Brother,” I coughed.

Jeff sat back down, with a splash. “Now you,” he said, motioning for me to stand. Instead, I got on my knees. He immediately rubbed the body wash into my tuft of pubic hair and then downward, his wonderful fingers massaging my pussy lips and clit.

I could see the lust on my brother’s face and I loved it. To be desired by him was a huge turn on. It always had been. Throughout our teen years, I had always loved to show myself off to him. He had always loved my body — and I loved him so much that I didn’t much care if others liked my body or not. He was enough.

“Turn around,” he croaked. I recognized that voice. He would sometimes get so hot and horny that he could barely speak. He was panting with desire, almost hyper-ventilating. I loved it when he got this way, because I knew that he was out of control with lust. I totally trusted him and when he got this way, he got creative. I was eager for whatever my brother wanted.

I turned around, my ass now in his face. I was on all-fours. Maybe he wanted to fuck me this way? We had never done it in that position. He, once again, rubbed more of the body wash on my pussy. I was dripping wet with need, but this felt wonderful. Then I felt him squirt the body wash above my asshole and it began to run down between my ass cheeks. What was he up to? Then I felt his fingers massaging the wonderfully slick soap around my asshole. He had only once ever done anything back there — he had stuck his tongue in there just the previous week, and although I thought it was weird, I liked it.

He escort gaziantep bayan continued to rub the liquid soap around my nether region. It kinda tickled, so I was giggling a little. Then I felt him slip the end of a finger inside. It was so lubricated that it wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable. In fact, I admitted to myself, it felt weirdly good. He probed a bit deeper.

“You are a very naughty boy, tonight,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Does it hurt?” he gasped. He was gasping for breath. He was so turned on! This really had him going.

“No. It feels weird, though,” I answered, and wiggled my ass at him.

“Fuck, Pam, I want to fuck your ass so bad!”

“No!” I gasped. “I mean, when did you decide you wanted THAT?” I asked, incredulously.

“I’m sorry. Your ass just turns me on. I don’t know why.” He removed his finger from my butt.

“No, don’t stop. I’m not sure about anal sex, but you can play with it,” I told him. I wasn’t ready for him to stop experimenting quite yet.

He took the rinsing cup and poured several cups of water on me to rinse me off, then he pulled me back toward him. He took his hands and, pulling my ass-cheeks apart, pushed his tongue inside my asshole. I could feel his tongue moving as he pushed it as deep as he could get it.

It felt good, and more so now that I knew how much he liked it. I deliberately pushed myself back at his face. “That feels good,” I told him. “I like it!”

My brother was frantic. I didn’t know where this idea came from, but at that moment I didn’t care. He was licking at my asshole in a frenzy. Now that I had told him that it felt good, he was even more intent.

He stopped, suddenly. “Let’s get out,” he said, as he lifted himself to a standing position. His cock was wet and dripping with his pre-cum. From my kneeling position, I grasped his buttocks and pulled him into my mouth. I sucked the head of his cock, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. I sincerely hoped I would have the great pleasure of drinking a load of his cum before the night was over.

We got out and hurriedly dried off. I went to my bed and lay down as he followed close behind me. I lay on my back and spread my legs. He could do whatever he wanted. I didn’t care. He could fuck my face, fuck my pussy, eat me out, suck my breasts — I was ready for anything — except anal sex — I was quite sure that I wasn’t ready for that.

“Get on all fours. I want more of that,” he said, as he reached the bed. I quickly turned over and got on all fours, thrusting my ass in the air, unashamed. If my brother wanted to lick my asshole, he could do it all night and I would not complain. I lived for his pleasure — because he lived for mine.

Jeff reached his hands under my upper legs, enabling him to pull my ass to his mouth. He simultaneously fucked his tongue into my anal sphincter while sticking a finger into my sopping wet pussy. I practically screamed with pleasure.

Jeff continued to worm his tongue into my asshole as he stroked my clit and wormed two fingers into my hungry cunt. “Fuck, Jeff! That feels so good. Lick my asshole! I love it, I love it, I love it!! Eat my asshole!” I screamed as I creamed on his fingers. My orgasm took me by surprise and I trembled like an earthquake. I knew immediately, however, that I wasn’t near satisfied. I wanted more — I needed his dick inside me, preferably in my pussy.

Jeff flipped me over onto my back. “You horny slut!” he exulted, a gleam in his eye. “You just can’t control yourself around your Big Brother, can you?”

“NOOOOO! I can’t! Please, please, please fuck me! I am a slut for my brother!”

Jeff got between my legs and swiftly pushed his long, thick, wonderful, throbbing cock deep inside my grasping pussy. I didn’t know whether or not to be disappointed as I felt his scalding load of cum emptying inside me. He stretched me so deliciously and my cunt hugged his cock so tightly that I could feel every throb as he unloaded. This sent me over the edge.

“I am cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggg!” I screamed. “I love your cum inside me!” I moaned and thrashed and spasmed for what seemed an eternity. It felt like my pussy was pinching his cock inside me. He was so fucking hung! Oh it was so good!

We held each other and eventually drifted off to sleep. I was horrified when my alarm went off the next morning, realizing that I had to go to work. It was made even worse with the knowledge that my brother could stay here all day and, if I didn’t have to go to work, we could fuck and suck each other all day long. I have no doubt that that’s exactly what we would have done. I was particularly disappointed that I didn’t get to swallow a load of my brother’s cum. It reminded me of the old commercial where the pancakes are good, but not the same, without the syrup. I loved his syrup!

*****

Without having to worry about Lewis, my day flew by. I was informed that I would be paid just as if I had continued to tutor Lewis. The principal said that I deserved it for putting up with him just the few days that I taught him. That gave me an extra hour of free time during the day, so I volunteered to help some of the other tutors with making copies and various other tasks. The day flew by and, by the end of the day, I had a real sense of accomplishment.

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Knowledge of prior Tabootopia chapters is not essential for this story but it is recommended. Anyone involved in anything sexual is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! 🙂 The Celebrity Templates are:

Amanda Bynes is Regina Cestin

Kirsten Davis is Claire Cestin

Madeline Zima is Vivian Keentucker

Brenda Song is Soyo Banks

Tracy-Ann Oberman is Vera Banks

Susan Sarandon is Miss Bolovey

Bebe Neuwirth is Ruth Vanderbosch

Erin Sanders is Kelly Vanderbosch

Chisato Shoda is Yukari Takahashi-Kwon

Shohreh Aghdashloo is Farah Azim

***

The founders of Tabootopia had small ambitions. All they wanted was a place where like-minded people could live and find peace — while also having rampant amounts of sex, of course. Their idea become reality and that reality grew to be larger than they could ever dream of: Modern Tabootopia has six million residents, five distinct sectors, and growing larger by the day. And the best example of how far this nation of incest has come is the sprawling urban metropolis of New Babylon: The Blessed Sinners’ Playground!

Getting to New Babylon — and in particular the city’s university — was the goal of five particular teenagers, all of whom were from the suburban Tabootopia town of Our Haven. We join these teenagers as they all go to declare their entry into the university via the official Our Haven registry official, Farah Azim.

Now Farah, who was also a high school teacher, had to juggle her new responsibilities with her demanding day job, which wasn’t problem as she was more than accommodating to every prospective student that came her way — no matter what hot, sticky situation she would be in when the kids came-a-knocking. Indeed Farah embodied the true spirit of Tabootopia because despite all her responsibilities, duties, and work, she always found time to have some good ol’ fashioned, down and dirty sex.

We join Farah on this hot Sunday morning, inside her house, with the aforementioned teenagers sitting on her living room couch, happily waiting as Farah finished up her Sunday morning ritual…

“Ohhhh yes darling, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned from out of her bedroom, her raspy, deep, seductive voice a soothing and erotic tune that floated in the air and went into the teens’ chests, Farah’s pleasured moans a high-powered wakeup call to their respective teenage libidos.

“Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Wonderful, oh so, oh, hmm, slap my behind, please, please.”

Whack! Farah’s husband Jean met with his wife’s request.

“Oh!” she squealed, “Oh my dear, excellent. Oh one more, please, please…Oh!”

Seated on the living room couch, excited, short, slim, Swedish student Björn was letting his natural inclinations take over.

“Hmmm! I like, I like! Her voice, umm, sounds so much, ahhh, deeper, deeper from behind the door, yes!” he said as his hand reached down his skinny jeans.

Seated next to Björn was his friend Daniel, a mocha-skinned, plain-faced, dark-haired American teenager. Daniel nudged his masturbating chum on the shoulder.

“Björn, you know I’m okay with whatever weird things you do, but Kelly is –“

“Björn! Stop it!” interrupted Kelly, the petite, bespectacled girlfriend of Daniel. “Don’t beat off when I’m sitting right here.”

“Oh I’m sorry; this is just, umm, special circumstances. I think, I’ll, umm, go nearer to the door,” Björn stood up, walked nearer to where the action was, and spotted that the adjunct bedroom door was wide open. He looked inside.

“Sami!” said Björn.

“Hey Björn!” replied Sami, son of Farah, “What’s up, man? Come on in, join me, you can hear more from this room.”

“Oh thanks, Sami!”

Now with room on the couch, Kelly had a request for her boyfriend:

“Daniel, nudge over.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because!” she titled her head to the left, pointing out the two Sapphic lesbian teens that were kissing and groping each other with a fiery, red-hot passion.

Daniel nodded knowingly. “Why? They’re such nice girls.”

Daniel was immediately contradicted when the girl on top, a tall athletic Korean-American, grabbed her lover by the neck and screamed into her ear: “Say you’re my cunt-sucking bitch!”

The other girl smiled and shrugged. “You’re MY cunt-sucking bitch!”

The top-girl grinned, then rolled her hand into a fist and punched her lover’s vagina. The two engaging in this fisticuffs/lesbian lustfest were, of course, Tammie Kwon and the well-chested, frowny teen that is Regina Cestin. The two quickly refrained from violence-based sex and went back to exploring their bodies, their hands cupping each other’s breasts, Regina’s red lips smacking against Tammie’s thin velvet mouth, their sweat and saliva mixing together into a tasty cold drink known as Unfiltered Curious Delight.

Meanwhile, knowing she had a full day ahead, Farah looked to the finish gaziantep escort bayan line. “Oh yes dear! Yes! Yes! Hmmm, my behind, please slap it, please, please, please, put it in deep, yes… oh! Oh! Thrust deeper, please, ohh… Ohhhhh!…yes! Ahhh! I’ve-I’ve been such a bad girl: please, slap my bottom, please.”

“Oh you’re such a naughty, naughty girl!” shouted Jean. “You need another spank!” Slap, whack, slap! Husband Jean spanked and groped his wife’s butt.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes darling, oh dear, oh, ohhh, hold me, hold me, I, oh, oh, OH!”

Regardless of what everyone else in the house was doing, they all stopped, listened, and felt it: this house was floating in the symphonic sounds of Farah and Jean’s tantric lovemaking; the manic grunting and soothing groaning engulfing the thoughts and moods of everyone involved, growing bigger, brighter, as they went faster, faster, faster!…And then…silence. The same eerily calm silence one hears before a lighting strike. Then, a second later…the thunder arrived: The house shaking, the grunting turning into growling, the groaning becoming shouting, the bed frame ramming against the wall with a shattering wallop, the bedsprings being crushed into small metallic fragments, the very floor trembling, all from under the dominant mountain that was this earth-shattering, cross-continent, boundary destroying, early rising, hot, sticky, wood knocking, grass wet, down and dirty, how it’s done, how it always has been, and how it always will be, from Mesopotamia to Tabootopia, it’s Sunday morning — and Mom and Dad are fucking.

The parents went at it with a furious pace, Jean slamming himself in with hard, deep strokes, Farah’s groans tinged with twitching yelps, this proud mother openly and willingly submitting herself to her man. This passionate lovemaking furore only lasted for mere seconds, the end signalled by a loud, deep, cavernous moan from the distinguished lady:

“OHHHHHHHH!”

Everyone heard it, everyone felt it: Farah’s moan echoed deep within everyone’s chests, going right into their souls, this cry signalling the finish of the couple’s early morning weekend special.

After Farah cummed, the teens remained silent, unmoving, having just got a lesson in what constitutes a really healthy breakfast. After that momentary silence, Farah took some deep, deep breaths, and then addressed the waiting teens with a timid hush:

“Give me a moment please; I just need to freshen up.”

The teens quickly cleaned themselves up, got seated, and waited as Farah got dressed.

Björn rushed out of Sami’s room, pulling his pants up as he sat on the couch. “Umm, ahh can’t wait to see her!”

“Me too, me too!” said Daniel.

“Eww, Daniel,” said Kelly, “That’s gross: she’s old enough to be your mom.”

“I wish!” he said in all sincerity.

Finally, she came. First, peering open the bedroom door, then, slamming her bare feet against the wooden floor, her wonderfully curvaceous body covered in a shimmering black robe, her olive skin radiating with an after-sex glow, her raven hair a wild sexy mess, her thick legs dripping with remnants of her husband’s climax, and yet, still, she exuded effortless grace as she walked over to the seated group, she, the age-defying Persian beauty that is Farah Azim.

Farah sat across from the prospective students, put on her glasses, grabbed the nearby clipboard, and spoke in her unmistakable raspy accented voice.

“Good morning everyone, I apologise for the delay,” she paused to wipe some cream off her lips. “Ah, let me see,” she looked at each student, pointing with her pen as she went along from left to right, “Tamara Kwon, Regina Cestin, Kelly Vanderbosch, Daniel Nova, and Björn Jakobsson. That’s everyone, so, hmm, you five will make this journey together?”

“Yes,” they said.

“Using which means of transport?”

“An RV,” said Daniel, “Tammie, Regina and Kelly’s families brought it together.”

“I see, hmm, spreading the costs, yes, that’s quite smart. All right, let me get through this legal disclaimer.” She spoke quickly: “All Our Haven students who wish to join our university must go through a journey, a journey which has been deemed necessary. They will go through their hometown of Our Haven, towards Gaudium, and through the unexplored region of Tabootopia known only as Sector Three. New Babylon University is not responsible for any danger and possible harm to participants of this journey. Only students who produce a token which proves completion of this journey will be allowed into our institution…Any questions?”

“Nope,” they all said firmly.

“Good, now please hand me the forms and it will all be finished.”

They each grabbed their official declarations and signed them with no hesitation. Then, just as they were all finished, Sami came tearing out of the hallway, rushing into the living room.

“Hey everybody!” he was clad only in his small tight boxers, his body covered in sweat.

“Hey escort bayan gaziantep Sami,” replied Tammie. “You look fierce, that body looks tight.”

“Thanks, been using those tips you told me.”

“You know him?” asked Regina, she surprised that her girlfriend was actually on friendly terms with someone other than her.

“Yeah? You thought I had no friends? Bitch: you gonna pay,” Tammie dove into her lover’s lips, they casually making-out, lost in a trail of wet lesbian delights.

Sami turned his attention to his mother: “Ohh, you were so good with the sex, if-if you don’t mind me saying. The spanking was so hot, too. I jerked off a lot, Mom.”

Farah nodded uninterestedly. “Hmm, hmm, good, good boy.”

“Hey, Sami,” said Daniel. “You coming to New Babylon University, too?”

“What? No way! Actual school work? Screw that, I’m going to be a bitch-boy! Yeah! There is this agency that wants small, youngish-looking hairless guys, and all these guys do is pleasure older women! I love older women — no offense, Mom,” he said as he winked at her. “This agency freaked out when they saw me, they said I’m perfect for them; they’ve never seen someone my age with a body like this! See? No hair at all!” He rubbed his hands over his lean chest. “Look how trim I got, some light definition right here. This is what I was born to do: being a bitch-boy! Yeah!”

Kelly was at first weirded out by this near-nude sweaty tanned boy, but found his 5’3 frame unimposing enough to give her honest opinion.

“You’re tiny, ya, you’re a cute kid, you got the whole ‘touch me, it feels wrong but it feels good’ vibe going on. You going to be wearing that stuff over there?” she said referring to a pair of oversized sunglasses and a bright purple baseball cap.

“Yeah, gonna look so cool in that.”

Kelly shook her head. “No, no, this, this right here? Works. Keep it simple, that’s how you should play it. Hmm, if you want an outfit, I say go with a simple dress shirt, plus some slacks, tight slacks, let them wanna grab you, want to touch you, hold you. Yeah, that will work, you got the body to pull that off.”

“Thanks!”

Farah nodded happily while checking off the forms. “I’m so proud you found your purpose and direction, Son.”

Sami smiled while pointing at his crotch. “Proud enough to… finish me?”

Farah put down her clipboard, took her glasses off, and sighed. “…Hmm, I have a minute or two, but I’m only rubbing you through those little shorts, let your ejaculation go in there so the floor won’t be a mess. Come on, come now.”

He ran over to his mother, put his crotch on the armrest, and shivered like a naked wet Eskimo with a cold.

“Ohhhh! Mom! Ohhhhh, come on, come on…please! Ohhhh, Mom!”

Farah put her delicate hand on her son’s rubbery penis, the red-hot cloth fabric immediately filling her hand with exuberant boy sweat. Farah squeezed her son’s crotch, giving the gentlest of happy tugs, making a delightful rubbery squish as she clasped on tightly.

“Ahh! Ahh! Mom!”

His mother’s fingers started their play: Her hand twitched digit by digit, poking, prodding her son’s cloth-covered instrument. Farah played her son like a flute, fingers in, out, giving her son both hard and soft pokes and prods. This intensely powerful pressured-filled taboo pleasure was making little Sami sweat machinegun bullets, his mother with her fingers around the trigger, squeezing his full, locked piece.

“Ah! Ah! AHHH! Mom!”

Inside Sami’s shorts, the heat was beyond intense, the waves of scorching warmth having made his swollen instrument diamond-hard, it glistening and positively boiling as his mother kept her thunderous pace going.

“Mom! Mom! Mom!”

Farah went faster, using her wrist to add more torque. Then, her thumb came into play: first, she ran the end of it down her son’s piping hot shaft, then, got it to the top, using the tip of her thumb to gently tickle her son’s foreskin.

“That good?” she asked.

He could only nod.

“Good, good boy.”

Farah added another dose of taboo delight: with her thumb on her boy’s tip, she twirled it around, twirling her thumb in a soft circular motion, spinning, spinning it around, adding more pleasure to his already-overloaded system, churning her boy’s cum into a thick, hard cream.

“Mom! Oh Mom, Mom! Mom!”

Sami felt his whole body reaching a fever pitch, his sweat so profuse that it made the floor damp. He felt like his chest was about to burst from the vast incestual bliss, his mother’s ever-expert hand lifting him to a new, chilly plateau.

“Mom! Mom! Oh my God! MOM!”

As much as Sami enjoyed his mother’s hand tricky, as much as he loved every bit of it, from the spongy-soft sounds, to the gasps of his seated friends, to his mother’s overwhelmingly loving caress, yet, despite all the immense delight, he was unable to hold back any further, his legs buckling, his heart feeling like it was about gaziantep escort blogu to explode into a million little pieces.

“Mom, Mom! I can’t — uhhhh!”

Sensing the kill, Farah increased the pressure, turning up the heat to fiery, inferno-like levels, going harder and harder with each passing second: harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster.

“M-M-Mom!!! OHHHH!”

For the finish, sexpert Farah clamped down hard on her boy’s cock, and squeezed, squeezed with all her might, remembering a little trick her Iranian mother had taught her: Farah placed her thumb over the tip of her son’s cock, and pushed down hard on his foreskin, forcing back his bubbly release.

“OH MOM!”

Farah made sure to hold on tight, very tight, digging her nails into the cloth, pushing her boy’s limits to the most perverse levels. She looked at her son’s face to see if he was ready: he was: his face was beetroot red.

“Okay, Sami, hold still.” Farah shook her boy’s penis, using all the power of her motherly might. Due to her decades of experience, she could feel her son’s cum rising to the surface, knowing blast off was coming hard and fast — but, ever the professional, Farah wanted to add a little cherry on top: She puckered her lips and planted the softest of kisses on her son’s rock-hard cock.

“OHHHHH, MOM!” he screamed outloud as every fibre in his body rumbled with massive tremors of delight.

“Okay Sami, here it comes,” she looked in his eyes, gave him a warm smile, and then, let go as it came roaring out of his trembling body.

“MOOOOOOOOM! UHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Like that, Sami’s light red shorts had just added several shades of black. He stepped back, his breath slow, his knees weak, his penis twitching like an escaped salmon.

“Th-th-thanks, Mom.”

“Hmm, anytime dear,” Farah grabbed her son by the back of his neck, gently pulled him down, and planted a tender motherly kiss on his cheek. Farah then turned Sami around, and slapped his bare back.

“Go on now, take a shower.”

“Okay, Mom…okay.” Sami stood there, frozen, stuck in a sexified state of mass pleasure.

Björn stood up, stiff as a plank. “Umm, ahh Sami, may I join you? Miss Azim, I really want to, umm, talk to him about this, ahh, experience he just had. May I, please?”

“Please, please, feel free,” she replied.

“Thank you.”

Just then, Farah’s husband, toned, hairless, grey-haired, tanned, Frenchman Jean, rushed out of the bedroom, completely naked.

“Farah!” he held her shoulders, kissed her on each cheek, got on one knee and kissed her mature ripe lips.

“My love, the sex was magnificent, as always,” he gave her another loud, wet kiss on the lips, “Hmm, I’m so lucky to have you. You, you are so smart, so sexy, such a magnificent woman.”

Ice Queen Farah blushed like a prepubescent school girl. “Hmm, thank you so much, thank you.”

Jean smiled, kissed her again, held her hand and peppered it with kisses. “Hmm, if only you weren’t so busy, oh my love, we’d be in the bedroom all day, all night! — Oh, company? Hmm, of course, of course a gorgeous woman like yourself is with gorgeous boys and girls, yes.” Jean then spotted his stepson. “Ah! Sami, my boy, you masturbated?”

“Mom, Mom did me…it was…amazing.”

“We’re going in the shower,” said Björn.

“I’ll join too, come, let’s go!” he stood up, put his arms around the boys and walked with them to the shower.

Farah looked happily at her son and husband. “Hmm, I am so blessed, so blessed…You kids are more than welcome to stay, please make yourselves at home, but, if you’ll excuse me, I have some more business to attend to,” she stood up and went to her bedroom.

Kelly, having just seen all that, felt a tad bemused.

“Daniel, I’m okay with sitting next to these two passive-aggressive lesbians, and I’m fine with having seen a mom jerk off her son…But…did I just see a naked Frenchman take a Swedish and Iranian boy to the shower with him?”

“What? That’s new to you?”

***

One month later…

***

It was the day before the group of five left Our Haven and went onward into the greater areas of Tabootopia. It was a nice sunny morning, with four members of the group dubbed ‘The International Lovers of Sex, Style and Sleep’, Regina, Daniel, Kelly and Björn, along with friends of the Inter-Lovers, Vivi and Soyo, all sat around a table, eating breakfast at a trendy diner.

“I’m so sad you’re leaving,” said a sad, pouting Vivi. This tall, brown-haired, sweet-faced, adorable teen cutie was wearing a long white t-shirt which had “I Hug Babies” written in bold black lettering.

“Yeah, Regina, wassup with you bailin’ on us!?” asked Soyo, a short, tanned Asian girl that was wearing a tight grey dress, she masking her sadness with her loud New Jersey attitude.

Regina replied with a shrug. That part of her routine was still intact, but, during the month, her look had gone through a radical change: gone was the long brown hair, plain shirts and mom jeans, this new Regina Cestin was much more stylish: she had a cropped jet-black hairstyle, wore figure-enhancing tight black tank tops, plus, the piece de résistance, she had a lace red thong peeking out of her chic blue jeans.

“You know, you can come with me,” said Regina with a little added huskiness to her voice.

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Uncle Understands…

Jodi waved goodbye to her dad as he drove away, leaving her on the doorstep of her uncle’s house. Uncle Steve lived here in the country ever since his wife divorced him two years ago. Jodi’s cousin Rachel went back and forth between her mom and her dad’s place, but recently decided to live full time with her father to complete her senior year. Jodi and Rachel loved hanging out in the small town because it was easy to sneak away and get beer and hook up with the boys nearby. Rachel practically begged her to come up for the last few weekends and Jodi got it out of her that she had a new boyfriend, but which one she would not say.

That was okay. Rachel would find out soon enough. It was dinner time and the three of them were sitting down to a late meal. Jodi’s dad couldn’t get out of work fast enough so it was 8pm before they even got to the house. Her uncle and cousin were nice enough to wait for her though and it was chit-chat time between hungry bites.

Jodi looked different, but Rachel couldn’t put her finger on what. Her cousin was trim and wore clothes to show off her curves that night; something that Uncle Steve normally didn’t approve of. Rachel had seen Jodi like that dozens of times… when they snuck out. Jodi’s hair was up in pigtails and her dark brown eyes gleamed with a happiness that could only mean that her new boyfriend was taking care of her properly. Rachel wondered which handsome stud it was and couldn’t wait to get the skinny on the details.

As dinner went on, Rachel found herself more and more fatigued. Maybe it was the long drive there, maybe it was from waiting too long to eat. The eighteen year old teenager hoped she wasn’t coming down with a cold. Uncle Steve suggested she head off to bed and get some rest. “After all,” he told her, “We have all weekend with you being off Monday.”

Reluctantly Rachel agreed and got undressed. She barely had the energy to get her pajamas on before her head hit the bed, and her equilibrium was spinning within her skull. It almost felt like she had taken Nyquil or had too much to drink. Her pretty blonde hair was draped across her pillow as she passed out, oblivious to the fact that her uncle had drugged her soda.

Rachel woke up around 2am, still feeling dizzy from the effects of the drug but unknowing that she was under the influence. The house was a bit chilly so she grabbed a robe off the back of the door and stepped into the hallway, making her way to the kitchen. Her mouth was dry and she desperately needed some water. Once she satisfied her parched gaziantep escort mouth, Rachel headed back to the guest room when a box caught her eye. It was on the kitchen table and was unpacked. A clear plastic clamshell was open and empty adjacent to the box and a small user manual was sticking out of the package. The booklet didn’t say what it was for, only labeled “USER MANUAL X-317”. Rachel turned the kitchen light on and spun the box in her hand. On the flip side was a label which read the shipper was ‘Switch-On’.

Lots of people were talking about the new Switch-On craze which supposedly made students into studying machines. There was a report on the news howver that a man was applying Switch-Ons to unsuspecting customers and then programming them to rob banks for him. They caught him eventually, but it made a lot of people nervous that the electronic devices were dangerous. Rachel wondered if her uncle or her cousin was using one, and what for. They certainly didn’t hide the box so it couldn’t be a secret, but it would have to be a secret for a few more hours.

As Rachel headed back to the guest room, she noticed Jodi’s room was open and the bed was empty. At first she was pissed that her cousin had bailed on her without at least trying to wake her up, but then Rachel figured Jodi still had to be home. She would never sneak out with her door open – Jodi’s dad could wake up, find her missing, and then she would be in a world of hurt.

“Jodi?” Rachel whispered down the hall. There was no answer. There was a sound coming from down the hall near her uncle’s room and the teenager curiously tiptoed forward to figure out what it was.

Springs. Bouncing. Breathing. Moaning. Whispering. Silence.

Uncle Steve had somebody in his room with him? That was a first. Rachel froze on the hallway side of his closed door and listened intently.

“I thought I heard something,” a female whisper came. “Maybe Rachel is up?”

“No way,” a male whisper answered, “I gave her enough to keep her asleep till morning.”

Enough? Enough what? Rachel leaned against the door gently and continued to eavesdrop. She was careful not to make contact with the door which was a mere two inches open – not nearly enough to see into the room.

The female whispered, “Good, because I am feeling so horny, daddy. I need to cum again.”

“Good, because I haven’t cum yet. You stopped right before I could get there.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll do better this time daddy. You know how much I love to please you.”

Rachel was reeling at the term ‘daddy’. Clearly the voice couldn’t belong to her cousin; Jodi would never do anything disgusting like that. It must be some woman playing around in there with Rachel’s uncle. Some sort of odd role playing fetish she had heard of some people doing. But the female voice sounded so young, so familiar… The bouncing of the springs resumed and soon the moaning did too.

“You like that, bad girl?” Uncle Steve prodded his partner.

“Yes, daddy. Fuck me hard. I need you. I love you so much.”

“Oh I’m gonna, Jodi. You are such a bad little girl!”

It couldn’t be! Rachel was shaking, nervous and dumbfounded by what was happening on the other side of the door. The blonde girl just had to peak, to confirm that her cousin wasn’t in there with her own father. Rachel pushed the door ever-so-slightly to try to sneak a peek inside. As the door moved open, the view of Jodi on all fours came upon her, Uncle Steve behind her. Both were naked and Steve’s hips were flexing forward and back, smacking his skin on the back of Jodi’s thighs. His daughter’s face was drawn open as she moaned in exquisite pleasure.

Steve slowed a bit and grabbed what looked like a cell phone, muttering to himself, “Hmmm, you are just not being loud enough for me tonight, my dear daughter. Let’s up your volume…”

Jodi moaned loudly.

“…And let’s make sure you talk dirtier too.” He pressed a few buttons and then set the phone down. Before he could let go of the device, Jodi was already responding to him.

“Hurry, daddy,” Jodi begged her father, “please fuck me! Use me like a dirty little whore… Oooh, that’s it… Fuck your daughter’s tight little hole!”

“Much better,” Uncle Steve groaned as his daughter bounced escort against his body.

Rachel couldn’t believe it. Jodi was certainly no prude and would cuss all the time when she was away from her parents, but Rachel couldn’t believe the filth coming out of her cousin’s mouth, not to mention the incestuous act that was taking place. It had to be that Switch-On. Uncle Steve must have ordered it and installed it on his own daughter… What a pervert! But why take the chance of being caught? Why not wait till after Rachel left to do this horrible thing? It made no sense.

The Switch-On was supposed to go between the shoulder blades. Rachel risked opening the door a bit further to confirm what she already figured must be true. As she pressed against the door it creaked… Loudly. Both taboo lovers stopped and Rachel ducked her head away just as both swiveled to face the door. She had to get out of there, retreat to the guest room. As quietly as she could, the blonde cousin padded down the hall and into the bed. There were whispers and footfalls in the house getting closer but she didn’t dare slow down, dropping the robe on the floor by the bed. Then a shadow of a man was in her doorway. It was Uncle Steve, naked with his boner sticking out, staring at her. Rachel did her best to look asleep, barely cracking one eyelid open to see his perverse shape standing there. Her heart was pounding and it seemed so loud in her head she was sure her uncle would hear it. But then he slowly walked away and down the hall.

There was no falling asleep now. Her young mind was reeling from the details. What should she do? Who should she tell? Should she act like she saw nothing? Should she try to leave before dawn? Rachel decided the last option was the best. She loved and respected her uncle, but knowing what he had done to his own daughter meant that he couldn’t be trusted at all. Who knew what he might do to his niece?

With her heart still racing, Rachel still struggled to hear anything from the house. As terrible as the thought might be, Rachel hoped that her cousin and uncle would be back at their disgusted sex act so that she could escape. There was no clock in the guest room so the eighteen year old waited for what she thought was long enough before getting up. She grabbed her jeans and slipped them up and over her ass. Standing in the dark, Rachel fumbled on the ground where she discarded her bra. She reached back and fastened it, then turned to look for her shirt when she saw Jodi standing there in the doorway with a sheer teddy on.

“Where are you going this late at night?” Jodi asked loudly. She was smiling and clearly not herself.

“Shhhhhhh!” Rachel hushed. “You scared me!”

Jodi ignored Rachel’s request to be quiet, “It’s too cold outside to go out. Go back to bed!”

Rachel looked around the room and couldn’t find her blouse or her bag. “Damn it, where are my things?” Steve must have moved them. Why? Why would he move her belongings?

Jodi cocked her head to the side, “Hey, cousin! Want to have some fun?”

It was getting scarier by the minute. “No, I want to go home. I’m leaving…” Rachel pushed passed Jodi and walked to the front door. Screw the blouse. She would just grab her jacket and wear that. It was May and not freezing outside – she would make it to the town easy enough on foot. Rachel grabbed her purse and slipped her shoes on when there was a slap on her back. No – a stab. Whatever it was there was sharp pain that drove her to her knees for a split second as the Switch-On device in Uncle Steve’s hand was thrust into her. The tiny pins pierced her skin and sent what felt like an electric shock through Rachel’s body. The Switch-On sat just above her bra strap on her bare skin and soon felt warm. Everything felt warm. Even the chilly room was warm. Warm and quiet and dark and…

Uncle Steve had hoped to install the device while Rachel was sleeping so that she would have no memory of the installation, but this would have to do. He picked up the controller and fingered in the commands…

YOU LOVE SEX

YOU WANT SEX WITH OLDER MEN

YOU ARE SAVING YOURSELF FOR A SPECIAL OLDER MAN

YOU ARE INTERESTED IN WATCHING SEX

YOU ARE TURNED ON BY INCEST

YOU WILL MASTURBATE WHEN YOU SEE AN escort bayan INCESTUOUS ACT

YOU WANT TO MASTURBATE ALL THE TIME

YOU DO NOT CARE WHO SEES YOU

YOU WISH TO COPY YOUR COUSIN JODI

….

–Uploading–

—

It was so sexy watching Uncle Steve’s cock shoving in and out of Jodi. How many times had they had sex over the weekend? Twenty? Thirty? Rachel’s cousin was teaching her everything she needed to know. How to talk, how to move, how to pleasure a man. Not just any man, though. No, Jodi was satisfying her own dad sexually, performing the most wicked acts with him and loving it.

“Oooh, that’s it, daddy… Fuck my dirty cunt right now! I’ll never fuck another man – just you, daddy.. You own me… You own your daughter’s body… Doesn’t that get you hard, daddy? Knowing your sweet Jodi is underneath you? That your dick is buried in your own daughter’s cunt? Ooooh, cumming daddy! More!”

Rachel’s pleasure was only at her own fingertips and she was becoming increasingly frustrated, watching that lurid penetrative act and desiring it so much. She begged her uncle to fuck her but he refused. Instead he teased her, having intercourse with his daughter mere inches away from Rachel’s face, forcing her to watch only as Jodi’s father pounded his little girl so hard that his balls slapped against her pussy. It drove her mad with lust, having to satiate herself with the length of her fingers.

—

It was 5pm on Monday when Ben pulled up in front of his brother’s house. There Steve stood, waiting for him on the porch. He must have heard the car coming down the long driveway before he could see it, especially with all the trees on this property.

Ben jumped out of the car and warmly greeted his older brother. “Hey, bro? How was the weekend?”

“Good,” Steve responded. “You get your work done? I know you were concerned about the business.”

“Yeah, it’s been stressful.” Ben looked around, “So is Rachel ready to go? I’d like to get back before nightfall. There are no lights up in this area.”

Steve stretched, “Yeah, I like it that way. No neighbors, no lights, no prying eyes. Ah! Here comes Rachel now.”

Rachel’s bob haircut was pulled up in two tiny pigtails that made her look even younger. Her glossy pink lipstick was shining in the afternoon sun matched the pink tight junior t-shirt she wore on her top. A pair of cut-off jeans showed off the teenager’s thighs and the lower part of her ass cheeks poked out from beneath.

“She’s all ready, little brother,” Steve grinned, handing the remote control to his younger sibling.

“You didn’t play with my present, did you?” Ben asked accusingly.

“No! I promised I wouldn’t. It seems some other teenage boys already got to her first long before this weekend, but at least you have her now.”

Ben looked scornfully at Rachel, “Young lady, is this true? Have you had sex already?”

Rachel made an exaggerated frown, approaching her father seductively. “I couldn’t help it, daddy. I’m so sorry! But maybe you’d like to punish me, daddy? I could use a good spanking, daddy.” Ben’s daughter rubbed her hand over his crotch and brought his dick immediately to life. Instinctively his hands felt all over his daughter’s tight body. His fingertips brushed against the Switch-On device between her shoulders and Ben made a mental note to have her wear things that covered the device. At least when she was out in public. She continued to stare into his eyes submissively.

“Have a good drive home,” Steve waved. “Don’t get too distracted!” He watched his niece and brother ride away, her blonde head moving toward her father’s lap before they went out of sight. The car weaved a bit and Steve hoped that they would get back home okay. He turned around to see Jodi standing in the doorway.

The senior high school student would be going back to her regular schedule starting tomorrow. There was some studying to do, but Steve was sure she would get it done in time, especially with the Switch-On installed. That meant there were plenty of hours for fun. Jodi wore matching cut-offs like her cousin and she was posed against the frame in such a way as to show off her tight ass. Steve pulled out his own remote and thumbed through the various presets he had set up for his daughter.

CLEANING

COOKING

STUDYING

INNOCENT

PUNISHMENT

SUBMISSIVE

AGGRESSIVE

TEASING

MASTURBATING

GUESTS

SCHOOL

Maybe the AGGRESSIVE preset mode would be fun tonight? Then again, maybe he’d make up a new one.

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Tommy’s my name and I believe I’m a typical, sexually frustrated eighteen-year-old. I live at home with my parents and sister, Jennifer. I get along fine with my parents but, until very recently, not so well with Jennifer. She’s studying at a college close to our home. She has plans to go away very soon to an out of state university which, at the moment, suits me just fine.

Jennifer walks with a very superior ‘older sister’ attitude and rarely speaks to me. When she does it’s in a tone that is harsh or demeaning.

She has many friends, both male and female, which infers that she is a pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts, beautifully tanned Baywatch babe figure, long, silken blonde hair, all demand and receive attention.

I don’t know when we adopted a ‘bad vibes’ attitude to one another.

She recently found my hidden hoard of Playboy magazines, showing them to my parents who, surprisingly, stunned us both by telling Jennifer that her ‘tales out of school’ would land her in trouble. But it was more the embarrassment that got to me.

Once again the power she had, to ‘tell on me’, was used to effect and again it made me feel embarrassed. I don’t know which she enjoyed most, knowing that she had the power or using it at every opportunity.

My parents finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the kitchen on her way to her room, sniggering, “What’s wrong, Tommy? Can’t jerk off anymore? Are you the only male virgin? Got any hot dates this weekend?”

Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She also knew that I’d been unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl; any girl. For some reason I always told my sister what was going on in my life. I couldn’t understand why I did this. I knew I would never receive a sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost secrets; so strange.

Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and more depressed at my situation.

I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven inches and weighed one hundred and forty-five pounds. My build isn’t impressive, it’s pretty average. I’d begun to work out in our garage, with a range of dad’s weights, in a vain attempt to attract the girls. The one thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except when I was around girls, then I just couldn’t speak more than a few words to them. I grew more depressed.

“Mister Average, meet Mister Shy,” I said, out loud to myself.

My day dreaming was interrupted by two of Jennifer’s girlfriends ringing the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was and they hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffening, watching them ascend. Their scent and lithe figures clothed in short mini skirts making me so horny. My cock ached for something other than my right hand.

Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all three of them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about the ‘Playboy episode.’ They got into Jennifer’s car and sped away to one of her campus parties.

Yes, Jennifer had it all, a nice car, a great social life, a steady boyfriend and a good job.

She worked at a men’s clothing store at the mall, earning wages plus commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold clothes to most of the middle aged men who walked into the store. She also enjoyed the company of her rich boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who also treated me like a little boy.

‘It’s not fair,’ I thought to myself.

I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something else. Passing by dad’s car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I opened the car door and took it out. It was one of those new, small, lightweight types that can be held in just one hand. I had used it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends, getting a tan lying beside the pool.

I got on my mountain bike and rode around filming my neighbourhood.

I came to Jennifer’s college, passing close to her sorority house. Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid behind the tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came from the back entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a dozen or so girls in their late teens or early twenties were outside the back door drinking beer, laughing and joking. I recognised my sister as one of the girls.

Jennifer held a beer in her hand.

‘Roll film,’ I thought to myself. Now I could exact some revenge for what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my parents they’d yell at her for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take away her car keys.

I zoomed in for an even closer angle as she tilted her head back, turning up the beer bottle and drinking thirstily. I continued to film for about ten minutes when she turned, left the group and walked gaziantep escort bayan over towards her car with another full bottle of beer in her hand.

The car engine leapt into life. She cranked up the music volume from the CD player and took off by herself, shaking her golden tresses in time to the beat.

‘Drinking AND driving,’ I thought to myself, filming until she disappeared from sight.

I jumped on my bike taking a short cut home. I couldn’t wait to show this to my parents and get Jennifer, ‘The Queen’ into some serious trouble.

As I rounded the dry lake, near home, I heard the music then I heard the car and saw Jennifer, speeding towards me. I quickly hid behind some shrubbery and filmed. She was flying. This was a residential suburb and she was definitely over the speed limit.

I raised the camera and filmed.

‘Man, is she gonna be in big trouble.’

Then I heard another noise, a small child ran out into the street chasing a puppy dog. I watched in horror as my half drunk sister slammed on her brakes just a little too late, screeching to a stop. She missed the puppy but hit the child a glancing blow that threw him away from the car.

She, immediately realised what she’d done, panicked and sped away, turning a corner she was gone, all this occurring within seconds. Meanwhile, the small boy on the ground was screaming and crying while holding his leg. Then a man yelled out and ran over to where the child lay kneeling by his side. I recognized him as Mr Henderson, a lawyer who lived across from us by the dry lake. That’s when I realised the boy was David Henderson, his son. A wailing siren in the distance indicated the arrival of an ambulance that soon took David to hospital. I rode home, unseen by anyone and with the whole graphic episode on film.

I went straight to my room and lay on my bed; the afternoon’s incredible events rushing around in my head. I tried to put everything into perspective. My sister had committed a felony. A hit and run, whilst under the influence of alcohol and I had the evidence on video tape. I had the power to send her to prison for a long time. It would serve her right, for all the trouble she had caused me. I played the tape again, made some copies, hid them then went to bed.

******

The next day, news of the hit and run was all over town. It seemed no one had seen the accident except David, who was in the hospital with a broken leg and severe bruising. All he could remember was a black car. That was all. He couldn’t describe the car or the driver. The police were investigating but it didn’t look good unless some new evidence came to light.

Once I got home from school, I knew Jennifer had washed and waxed her car, it was spotless. There wasn’t a mark on the front rubber bumper that had hit David.

‘So, she’s covered up the evidence,’ I thought, ‘well, little does she know.’

I went to my room, knowing Jennifer was alone in her bedroom.

I called out to her, “Jennifer could you please come here a moment.”

She came in looking depressed and asked what I wanted. I shut the door behind her, turned on the VCR and played the tape. Immediately after the car accident Jennifer jumped up and switched it off, demanding to know where I had got the tape. I explained the whole story and also how I had made several other copies, secretly hidden away. I told her she could have that tape. Silently, she sat on the edge of my bed, grim faced. My face beamed. Revenge can be so sweet.

“I’m about to go to the mall, will you please clean my room and since you’re such a smart college girl, do my homework for me as well,” I said handing her my homework list and pointing to the textbooks on the desk.

“Oh, by the way,” I said, “can you loan me twenty five dollars?”

Dazed, she delved into her jeans pocket, eventually pulling out some notes and handing them to me.

I was half way down the stairs when I heard her shout after me, “If you think I’m gonna be your damn maid the rest of my life and give you my money all the time, think again, buddy.” I laughed and walked out of the house, got on my bike and whistled all the way to the mall. Life wasn’t so bad after all.

Walking around the mall, I occasionally giggled uncontrollably at my achievements.

I knew she’d be searching everywhere for the other tapes but she’d never find them. All were very well hidden.

I noticed Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very confident I walked up to her and we started chatting. She’s a cute blonde girl who I had known at school and whether it was due to my new found power over my sister that gave me added confidence, I don’t know but she responded well to my presence. So, I asked her to go with me to see a movie. To my delight she agreed and we walked hand in hand through the mall to the movie theater.

Halfway through the movie she snuggled in closer to me. I had my left arm around gaziantep cimcif escort her shoulders and allowed my hand to loosely, drop down onto her left breast. I cupped her well rounded breast. It felt wonderfully warm under the light cotton blouse she wore. I gently caressed its shape as her nipple sprang to life, my finger and thumb delicately tweaked her aroused nipple. Her bra felt tight and lacy against her flesh. My heart thumping loudly in my chest, then she twisted in her seat and her left hand slapped my face, stinging my ego more than anything else. She got up and without a word left the theater, leaving me to think about what might have been. I could not leave without showing my enormous erection that managed to stay with me for some considerable time.

‘Damn, damn, damn,’ I thought, watching the movie to its conclusion and in the dark I went straight home. After the usual evening pleasantries with my parents I went upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my room expecting the usual mess.

It was immaculate.

Everywhere was neat and tidy. My homework textbooks were on the desk in a neat pile, all completed. This was great. I tip toed to Jennifer’s room to say my thanks. I entered her room and shut the door. With the drapes pulled across the room was shrouded in darkness except for the moonlight at the top where they joined.

Her room always remained in a constant state of neatness and order, like a mirror to her life. She lay on her bed, sound asleep. I stared at her for a while. Asleep, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her breasts, so full, round but firm. I’d always noticed her breasts. I always notice any girl’s breasts but Jennifer’s were outstanding. I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her arm that lay on the top sheet. Her smooth skin; so soft, so cool in the evening air. Hair, light, delicate blonde, tickled my fingers.

I gingerly eased back the top sheet, feeling a warm rush go through me, my cock stirred. I circled her breast with my index finger. A lump entered my throat as I became aroused at what I was doing. Leaning forward I kissed her once on the cheek, then full on the lips. I let my tongue run over her soft, full lips. As I enjoyed the sweet, saltiness of her lips, she stirred. Her blue eyes flew open.

“Tommy, what the hell are you doing in here?” she hissed, sitting bolt upright.

I told her I just wanted to thank her for cleaning my room and doing my homework. For some unknown reason I related the events that evening with Sally at the movie theater. She laughed at my misfortune.

“Shut-up,” I said, angrily, “all I wanted was to feel her breasts.”

I gazed longingly at the swell of her breasts in the thin moonlight.

“Tommy,” she said, her voice quivering, “go to bed.” Mesmerised, frustrated, I kept staring at those glorious, heaving mounds covered only by a thin, silk nightgown. With a mind of its own my hand suddenly reached forward to touch one, she caught my hand. A sneer washed over my face.

Forcefully I spoke to her, “Remember… Jennifer.” Two words spoken by me, yet, heard from a great distance, as though someone else had said them.

In the moonlight I heard a frustrated sigh, she released her grip. I tentatively placed one hand on her left breast, caressing its silken structure. First my palm, then the back of my hand moved across and underneath the warm, sensual, unresisting orb. Oh, the warm ecstasy of those breasts. I climbed onto her bed and straddled her legs. She sat back, resting up against the pillows. She gasped as I tore her nightgown, ripping it, pulling it away from her lightly tanned flesh. Panic tightened her chest, uplifting her charms.

At last, before me lay the two most luscious, juicy, firm breasts anyone could lust after. They looked as good as or even better than any portrayed in ‘Playboy.’ I tore my gaze from their beauty and looked at her. Her pleading eyes, begging me to stop, were tinged with fear and anxiety.

If I had wanted too I could not stopped.

I caressed her breasts for a very long time.

The feel of her breast skin texture, size and weight captivated my attention. My mouth sucked gratefully. My tongue worried her delightfully long, hard nipples. My fingers and teeth flexed them to full rigidity. Her areola ridged, splayed wide, then fashioned like a spider’s web, clung around her wet nipples. Her breath rasped in her throat.

“Stop, Tommy. Stop it, now. Please… Oh god… Yes… Tommy. Noooo…” She moaned incessantly.

My hard cock throbbed.

Reaching over I picked up an open jar of hand lotion from her night stand.

Gruffly I said, “Get naked sis.” She appeared to hesitate slightly, then, surprisingly quickly, she did as I ordered.

Did I detect a glint in her eye. Her torn night shift slid to the floor, her white, delicate, cotton thong followed. She was naked.

She cinsel bilgiler sat with arms by her side and her back to the cold headboard, waiting, wondering. Her apprehension was accentuated by the quick rise and fall of her bare, wet chest.

Standing, I rapidly pulled off my t-shirt, shorts and briefs and poured some of the cool lotion into my hand. I replaced the bottle then rubbed my hands together. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, my fingers once more massaging her aroused, ultra sensitive nipples. Closing her eyes she arched her head back and moaned low in her throat.

Continuing to caress those aching nipples for what seemed an eternity my hands moved down onto her flat stomach, down to circle her shaven pussy lips. I dipped my fingers once more into the cool lotion. With one finger I began gently caressing her outer labia moving across them, slowly, inexorably towards her clitoris. It bloomed from beneath its silken hood. I touched it. She gasped. Arching her tense back her hips rose up to meet my touch. I moved my finger down her lips and thrust two fingers into her pinkness.

Jennifer murmured half-heartedly, “Aghhh! Tommy, nooo. Tommy, nooo.” She reached out to hold my slippery wrist. I whispered, harshly, “Shut up, or the whole town will know the truth.” She released her grip on my wrist.

My fingers came out from her vagina hot and wet, extremely wet. I realised that I didn’t need the hand lotion anymore.

I thrust them back inside her. She writhed again as my slick thumb brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she continued to writhe and moan deep within her throat.

It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a different power, a sexual power. All it had taken to reach out and wield this new power was a kind of… passion? Perhaps it was love; a buried love that had surfaced at last? Or was it just outright wanton lust?

I tried a different approach. I lay on my tummy with my face pressed against her pussy and thrust my long, rigid tongue into her wet pussy while massaging her clit with my sticky fingers, wet from her juices. Her body bucked upward and open mouthed she moaned, loudly.

“Shush, sis, you’ll wake the neighbours,” I said, stopping what I was doing, my mouth and tongue coated with her sweet, young nectar.

God, she tasted wonderful.

“Don’t stop, Tommy. Please don’t stop now… I’m on the edge,” she rasped.

Burying my face in her crotch, frenziedly licking her engorged nub, I plunged two fingers up inside her slick cunt, in and out, in and out furiously building a steady rhythm.

“Aghhh… Aghhh… Aghhh… Aghhhhhh,” she squealed in delight,” yes… yes… yes, I’m cumming… oh, god, I’m cumming.”

She writhed on my face. Her warm juices payment for my control I had over her young body. I was in seventh heaven, realising that I was the one who gave her an orgasm. Me. Inexperienced me But no more. I had suddenly become ‘experienced.’ Her sexual sounds were boosting my ego and giving me the confidence to continue.

Once her orgasm had subsided I gave her no respite but told her to kneel on the floor facing the bed. I sat on the edge facing her. My throbbing cock, inches from her face.

“Suck it sis. Make a good job of it. If you don’t do a good job you’ll be sorry, now suck,” I commanded.

She didn’t need any second bidding but took all of my swollen cock into her hot, tight, wet mouth furiously bobbing her head up and down. Her breasts erotically slapped against my legs. Reaching down I grazed the palm of my hand on the hard bullets that were her nipples. My cock felt the vibration from her throat as she moaned long and deep.

She worked my hard cock with her tongue, cupping her hand around my swollen lubricated shaft she jacked it then pushed it back into the embrace of her warm mouth, grasping the base of my cock with one hand ever spiralling up towards her mouth. With her other hand she gently fondled my balls. Oh, it felt electrifyingly good. She was good, much too good. I felt myself about to explode I stopped her and told her to get back on the bed.

She lay with her long legs open, waiting for me. I got on top of her, my cock nudging against her pussy lips. She smiled warmly, reaching down she parted her slick pussy lips and pushed her young body upwards to meet my downward thrust. She was giving herself to me, willingly, knowing the consequences but allowing my body to become part of her. I loved her for that and rode her slowly, tantalizing her flesh. To my delight she arched up her breasts for me to suck greedily, nibbling endearingly on her long teats. While one breast was in my mouth she caressed, tweaked and twisted the other nipple.

She rose up to meet my thrusts as my urgency sped towards a huge climax.

“Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me hard little brother, harder, harder. Yessss,” she gasped into the soft moonlight.

I came in one big rush that spurted deep within her, it went on and on, until I lay, exhausted, beside her lightly sheened body. I looked into her eyes and saw a different girl. She held me close as we drifted into a deep, contented sleep, both realising that we now, truly, belonged to each other.

It was how mom found us the following morning.

Continued…

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I woke to the scream of the tornado sirens. The distant roar confirmed that the severe thunderstorm warnings proved true. A tornado was on the ground in our area! My section of the country was prone to these storms so my family drilled relentlessly on our take cover plan.

I rolled out of the bed and sprinted down the hall to my mom’s room. Outside I could hear the almost stereotypical roar of a freight train approaching. Ignoring the family privacy rules, I flung open the door and charged into her room.

The old brass bedstead dominated the opposite wall of the narrow claustrophobic bedroom. A tired tan armoire loomed on the right backed by the peeling flowered wallpaper. On the left, a black two drawer nightstand sat with an empty gin bottle laying on its side on it.

Mom lay naked on her back on top of the sheets. The furry thatch covering her nether regions glistened wetly between her open legs. Her large breasts flopped to either side as she thrust the large pink noisily buzzing vibrator repeatedly into her pussy. The sweat of her exertions bathed her full mature body.

Spittle and guttural groans issued from her open mouth. I stood transfixed watching the slow roll of her hips. A frothy liquid covered the area around the vibrator. A whitish fluid oozed from her pussy and dribbled down the crack of her ass. The hair around her pussy was wet and matted. Her belly pooch trembled with her exertions.

I was at once disgusted and aroused. I felt my cock rise, straining at the slit of my boxers. She was my mother and still a very beautiful woman. She occupied my masturbation fantasies for as long as I could remember. In happier times, her willowy body was the envy of the neighborhood. All high school buddies anointed her the MILF of the complex.

That was 6 years ago before dad left. When I came home from my tour in Iraq, I realized mom had really let herself go. It started with the drinking. The occasional glass of wine had turned to daily hard liquor. Then there were the men. Two or three nights a week, some strange man would bring her home drunk. Once some yahoo had dropped her in the driveway naked. He threw her clothes out of his truck window.

I walked to the end of the drive and collected her. I knew the prying eyes of the neighbors witnessed her dissolution.

“Come on, mom, let’s go inside!”

“What’s wrong with me, Joe?” Tears ran down her face as I wrapped my arms around her waist and led her up the drive.

“Nothing is wrong with you, mom, it’ll be okay!”

I closed the door behind us as we entered the kitchen. Mom stumbled and grabbed the kitchen counter. I reached out to prevent her from falling. She fell forward into my arms. My hands clutched her full ripe rump. The faint odor of sex permeated the room. I roughly squeezed her ass with both hands.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I just can’t help myself!” Mom moaned as I kneaded her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shoved her pelvis against my cock.

As she slowly gyrated, bringing my manhood to full rigor, I cupped her ass pulling her tighter.

“Mom, mom, I love you so much!” I felt her hand leave my neck and push between us. She stroked my member through my sweat pants.

“I love you too, Joe, help me get better!” I groaned as she stroked me and began to slide down my body. I could feel her nakedness as her breasts slid across my abdomen.

The wrongness of what was happening washed over me. I reluctantly let go of her delicious ass cheeks, gripped her firmly in her armpits, and yanked her to her feet. I shook her hard.

“No, mom, Gawddamit, no! I’m not just another quick fuck! You’re my mom and I love you and I’m ashamed zenci escort gaziantep bayan of you!”

Her head dropped to my shoulder and she began to cry. I picked her up. She buried her head in my chest sniffling as I carried her to her bedroom. Her hair smelled of stale cigarette smoke. The smell of gin and sex tinged the air.

I put her to bed. Then I went into the bathroom and jacked off in the toilet. I trembled with the violence of my orgasm and shame. It was not the first time mom got drunk and came onto me. Each time my shame increased as my resistance weakened. I knew I should move. But who would take care of her?

Her head slowly rose and she tried to focus her watery blue eyes. “Get the fuck of here!” One hand freed itself from the vibrator and she ordered me out. It returned to the inches long vibrator

“Mom, wake up! We need to take cover!”

She mumbled incoherently as I frantically shook her. My eyes kept straying to her pussy and the obscene scene she presented. Her hips seemed to be acting independent of the rest of her body. Mom again tried to move her hand toward the vibrator.

“Turn it off,” she slurred as she continued her uncoordinated attempt to reach the vibrator. My cock was rigidly hard. I leaned toward her legs, my hand moving slowly. As I gripped the end of the vibe, mom thrust up hard, forcing it deeper in her hole.

I was never sure about what happened next. Mom’s hand reached out and grabbed my cock, squeezing it. Her grip tightened painfully when I tried to pull away. Outside the intensity of the storm was rising.

“Mom, let go you’re hurting me!”

“Came back to get your dick sucked, you bastard! I knew you would!”

As I tried to pry her hands off my cock, I realized in her alcoholic stupor, she thought I was my dad or one of the many drinking partners who came by to drink and stayed to fuck her. “Mom, let go, you are hurting me!” Keeping a firm grip on my cock, her tongued snaked out and licked my cock head. Despite the pending danger of the storm, I got harder as her tongue lavishly bathed my member in her saliva. She inhaled my cock, her cheeks caving in as she applied incredible suction. My hips thrust forward fucking mom’s mouth. The feeling was incredible. Our eyes locked. The fact that the woman who gave birth to me was also an incredible cocksucker created an impossible conflict. I didn’t want her to stop. I want to fill my mother’s belly with my sperm.

The sound of something crashing into the side of the house snapped me back to reality. We were in real danger. I pried mom’s hands off my cock. I stepped back, my cock leaving her amazing mouth with a faint pop. We both groaned in disappointment.

I bent, pulled her forward and stood with her over my shoulder, her mature ass pressing against my cheek. Even with the extreme danger of the moment, the aroma of her pussy so close to my nose was intoxicating. I fought the urge to turn my head and rain kisses on that fragrant hole.

I could feel her drunken drool running down my back. The vibrator slid from her pussy and clattered to the floor. I struggled under mom’s weight as I staggered toward our shelter.

At 5′ 2″ and about 170 pounds, mom was not a small woman. After dad left, she sank into funk, eating and drinking to excess. She went from the sexy willowy blond of my teens to this overweight promiscuous drunk.

I became the man of the house. Looking back, I guess I could see their break up coming for years. They never talked to each other but at each other. After one particularly loud and violent argument, dad packed and left.

Our safe room was a steel reinforced area under my dad’s workbench escort bayan gaziantep in the garage. At 7x4x4 feet, it was little more than a small horizontal closet anchored to the concrete floor. However, the rationale was that you would huddle in its safety for the few minutes that the storm was moving past.

I pushed mom’s naked body into the tight confines. I slid in next to her and dogged down the latches holding the door. In the claustrophobic darkness, we sat on the old quilt with our backs against the wall; our feet extended in front. Mom was next to me moaning softly.

After the adrenalin fueled flight to safety, I realized that I was clad only in my boxers. I sweated profusely in the hot tight confines of our steel shelter.

“wha…what…where am I?”

“We’re in the safe room, mom, there is a tornado warning.”

She her arms flayed about in the claustrophobic darkness. “Sit still, mom, it should be over in a few minutes” I could feel her hands moving. She found my thigh and gripped it painfully.

“Where are my clothes? You bastard! Give me my clothes!”

“There wasn’t time to get dressed. Now just sit still. The storm will pass in a few minutes.”

Despite what I said, she turned and continued feeling around in the darkness. Her hands found my thigh and slid up it to my tool. She stroked my semi hard dick.

“Gimmee some of that,” she slurred.

I grabbed her arm and yanked her hand away from my rigid member. “Mom,” I hissed, “it’s me, Joe, your son! Not one of your fucking lovers!”

Mom began to thrash about wildly as she came fully awake.

“Let me out of here,” she wailed drunkenly, “I told your father I would never get in this fucking coffin!”

In the darkness, I struggled trying to grab her and calm her down. I grabbed her arms and then she started kicking me. I slid over, wrapping my arms around her sweating body, pinning her arms to her body. She continued to scream and struggle. We rolled to the floor with me on top. Mom freed her arms and began beating me about the face and shoulders. I recaptured her arms and pinned them above her head.

The overpowering odor of gin assaulted my nostrils. The shelter reeked with odor of sweat and gin.

“Mom you have to lie still. It will only be a few minutes and the storm will pass.” Our exertions had exhausted us both. I lay on top of my mother, desperately trying to catch my breath. I was acutely aware of her naked body under me. Her large breasts were pressed against my chest. I could feel the prickle of her pubic hair through my shorts

The clatter of objects striking the outside of the shelter underscored our danger. Mom panicked and began to thrash about.

“Let me out of here,” she screamed.

Despite the fact that it was my mom, I was aroused. Hell, I was wrestling with a naked voluptuous woman. Our struggles caused her breasts to slide up and down my bare chest. I was basically dry humping her as I tried to wind my legs around hers to restrain her, my cock was pressed between her legs. I could feel her legs wrap around me as she freed them from mine and tried to throw me off. I raised up trying to get more leverage. I felt my cock slip from my boxers and rubbed through her bristly thatch.

In spite of the tight confines and the howling wind outside the safety of our shelter, my dick was getting hard. I could feel her wetness. Over the screaming of the wind and the repeated thuds of debris assaulting our haven, I shouted at mom to calm down. With her legs in the air, kicking and screaming, her hips thrust up and my cock slid down and right into the tight wet confines of her pussy.

We both froze. “Oh my god mom, I am so sorry!” I tried to raise up but she started struggling under me again. I dropped my weight back on her trying to pin her and keep her from hurting herself. My cock slid deeper into her pussy.

“Gawddamit, get off me, you bastard!” she howled. Her thrashing about only served to make my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I felt her pussy began to pulse as her arousal increased.

In the hot dark confines of our shelter with the storm raging outside, I began to thrust in and out of my mom’s pussy. I managed to get my mouth on one of her breasts and nipped hard on the nipple. My reward was a sharp intake of breath and a thrust up of her pelvis.

As the storm raged outside, mom and I fucked. She was an animal, biting my shoulder, scratching my back with both hands.

“Gimmee all the motherfucking cock! Fuck me like you mean it!”

“You bitch! You useless slut! I love you! Mom, I love you!”

Mom wrapped her legs around my back. Her arms encircled my neck.

“All you bastards say that! Then you fuck me and leave!”

Mom started to cry. Her legs released me and she lay back on the thick quilt on the floor.

“I won’t leave you, mom! I’ll never leave you!”

I raised on my arms. The fury of our fucking turned to the tenderness of a mother and son needing and loving each other. Mom’s hands came to my face. She caressed my cheeks. Then she kissed me, her tongue outlining my mouth.

“Don’t leave me, baby! Please don’t ever leave me! I need you!”

We became a symphony of fucking. Our bodies finding the rhythm as if we had done this for years. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh competed with thunder of the storm. We added the sound of our grunts, moans and the squishy sound of hard dick in wet pussy to roar of the storm.

“Fuck mommy, baby! Fuck mommy!”

“I have wanted to love you like this all my life!”

Something large slammed into the shelter. Mom and I wrapped our arms around each other. Our hips never stopped thrusting. Hungrily, the fear of death added to the intensity of our sex.

“Come, son, come in your mother’s pussy! If we don’t make it, I want the sperm of the one man who I know loves me in my womb!”

The tight confines of the steel box reeked with odor of our fucking and the sweat from our bodies. The sweat was like a lube that let us slide our bodies in our incestuous tryst. We came together, thrusting, groaning and growling like rutting animals. Mom had incredible control of her Kegel muscles and milked my cock dry.

We were laying like this, our arms tightly embracing, our leg entwined, my still hard cock buried in mom’s pussy, when the rescue workers undogged the box from the outside. At first there was an embarrassed silence as they thought they had rescued two lovers sharing what they thought was their last moments. It turned to outrage when they realized they had rescued a mother and son engaged in a perverse act. Still, they did their job.

The subdivision was field of twisted wreckage. Miraculously there was no loss of life. The wreckage of our home lay scattered about the yard. The safe room anchored to the concrete floor of the garage saved our lives.

Epilogue

That was all two years ago. The local sheriff decided not to arrest us because of the extenuating circumstances. However, we had to leave town. It worked out well for us. Dad had insurance on the house that paid off handsomely. We used that to move to a small beach house in Florida.

I got mom into AA. She did well in the program. She even started going to a gym, began losing weight. She began to look like her old self. That is when we found out she was pregnant.

I can see mom and Haley now from the lanai. They are building a sand castle on the beach. Haley is 10 months old and a handful. I am watching as mom struggles to her feet and tries to catch her so she could have lunch. I get up and go out to help. Trying to corral an active toddler can be difficult when you are six months pregnant. We are hoping for a boy this time.

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Chapter 8

I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone’s diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It’s as if I’m turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one shit at a time. I had no dignity left. I entered this club with the hope of seeing my ex-girlfriend Lauren. But the reality is inescapable, the only human connection I can expect is having my lips wrapped around an asshole.

The telltale clicking of high heeled shoes grew as my stall door opened. The woman who entered my stall was not like the rest. Unlike the gorgeous women who used me before, this lady was much less attractive. She was short, with her messy brown hair forced into a bun. She wore a black crop-top with grey leggings. She was a little chubby, and her tummy fat rippled slightly when she moved. She looked at me with large brown eyes, studying me. She was indecisive, this must have been her first time using a human toilet. “You can do this, he wants this,” she said to herself. “Does she really think I want to eat her shit?” I thought incredulously. She turned around and pulled down her pants. Her ass was pale with red dots of acne and blemishes scattered about. Around the edges of her ass were stretch marks. She sat on my face with her pussy in my mouth. Her pussy had coarse hair around it that shined with oil. It smelled sour, like she didn’t shower today. Her pussy was also ugly, the inside part of the vagina hung below the outer lips.

She sat on me for a while, and I suspected she was having difficulties peeing because she was nervous. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration. Eventually a few drops of hot piss fell into my mouth, followed by a stream. The stream gradually built up pressure, and I struggled to keep up. Her piss was more salty than it was metallic, and that made it extra hard to swallow. Before I could lick her clean, she moved her asshole over my mouth. The leftover piss from her pussy dripped onto my nose, which was pushed into her unkempt folds.

Her asshole tasted awful, and was covered in hair. She blew a loud, long fart into my mouth. The blast of hot air from the rancid fart found its way into my lungs and made me shiver from disgust. My tongue was pushed against her asshole, and I felt her hole begin to open. The tip of my tongue went inside her ass for a moment, and met her shit early. Her shit pushed my tongue back into my mouth, and began inching towards my throat. It was a small, knobby log. It scraped roughly against my tongue during its descent. Once it reached halfway to my throat, I began mushing the shit with my tongue so I could swallow. Her shit was particularly dense. It took all of my willpower not to throw up. Her waste had chucks of food in it, and they scratched my throat as I forced it down. I licked the remaining shit off of her asshole, and she stood up and left.

Chapter 9

A few escort gaziantep minyon bayan minutes later, a Latina teen entered my stall. She wore a shiny black dress with a grey belt, which she quickly took off over her head. “Aye, it smells awful in here,” she said to herself. Her accent was beautiful, and it returned the blood to my dick. I was excited for her to use me. I have never been with a Latina before.

I scanned her body. Her hair was long, straight and black. Her soft brown eyes were gorgeous, and she had long lashes complimenting them. Her skin was perfectly tan, and her black lace bra and matching panties looked sexy against it. She had big tits, and a flat stomach. Her navel was toned, and so were her thighs. She was a welcomed sight after the last girl. However, I noticed her face looked pained. She seemed irritated and uncomfortable. I figured it was because of the smell in here. But I realized what was going on when she took off her panties.

There was a string hanging out of her perfect pussy. I watched her bow her legs, and slowly pull the tampon out of her shaven snatch. The tampon was soaked in her blood, and she discarded it somewhere before turning around to use me. I watched her thick, blemishless ass cheeks fall on each side of my face, squeezing my chin as she put her pussy on my mouth.

The moment quickly turned sour when I smelled her pussy. I heard that periods can make your pussy smell, but I had no idea. IT was extremely pungent. I silently gagged on the smell, which was violently attacking my senses. As she sat on my mouth, I felt a drip of what I thought was pee. However, it was far too metallic and thick to be pee. This girl was bleeding in my mouth. I cringed so hard that I felt dizzy, and my cheeks burned red from the humiliation. I was drinking this beautiful girl’s blood out of her nasty pussy, and there was nothing I could do about it.

After a few minutes, she started to pee. It was a welcomed way to wash out the blood pooled inside my mouth. I swallowed her pee with ease, grateful to be done drinking her blood. When she was done peeing, I hesitantly licked her pussy clean. The second I put my tongue on her pussy, the foul taste shocked my body. It was so strong, like the usual taste of vagina had been fermented for years. I felt flakes of dry blood melt into my mouth from licking them. To make matters worse, I brushed her clit with my tongue, and she let out a small moan. I could feel her getting wet, and start to slowly grind on my face.

I knew what I had to do. I started circling her clit with my tongue. “mmh yesss…” she whispered as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Her pussy juices mixed with her blood and dripped into my mouth. The syrupy mix tasted like musky metal, and it oozed down my throat with each swallow. Abruptly, she moved herself forward so her asshole was pressed against my mouth. “Eat my ass you fucking toilet,” she hissed, her accent and aggression making me hard. I traced the tip of my tongue escort bayan nizip around her puckered, hairless little rosebud. There wasn’t much to taste, which was new for me. She started rubbing her clit aggressively. Looking up at her, I could tell she was lost in lust. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily. Meanwhile, her fragrant pussy was leaking blood onto my nose, and it was dripping down my cheeks.

As she fingered her clit quicker, I increased the pressure on her asshole. My tongue slipped past her sphincter ring, and she let out an audible gasp. “Deeper,” she ordered me between breaths. I complied, pushing my tongue as deep as I could into her dark cavern. I darted my tongue in and out of her asshole, feeling the slimy, ribbed walls of her intestines. Her sphincter tightened around my tongue rhythmically as she clenched and unclenched her ass. After a minute, I felt a small mass deep inside her ass, slowly moving towards my mouth. I knew what was coming. Each time I put my tongue deep inside her, I felt that it had moved a little closer. Without warning, she pushed hard, and a small, compact ball of shit shot into my mouth with force. I almost choked on it, but managed to swallow without even chewing. It was at that moment she came hard—her whole body shivered and she let out a small squeal of delight. She leaned back, resting herself against the back wall of the stall. As she caught her breath, I gently lapped at her asshole, cleaning the small bit of shit around her rosebud. The residue of her shit had the consistency of peanut butter. It tasted earthy, and much less vile than the others.

Eventually, she got up and began to redress. Before she left she looked at me and laughed. “Jesus christ, you look like a murder scene.” She left while chuckling. I bet I was quite the sight, covered in blood and pussy juice. About a minute later, the bartender walked in with a bucket of water. She laughed when she saw me. “Hey toilet, one of the customers recommended that I clean you off. I can see why.” She fiddled with something out of my view, it sounded like some sort of lever. I felt something on the back of my head move. She picked up the bucket of water and dumped it on my head. She must have opened some sort of drain at the bottom of the toilet, since I wasn’t drowning. “There, all better.” She pulled the lever, and I felt the hole close. “Now you’re all clean for the next customer, who is someone you want to be clean for.” I wanted to ask who it was, but I knew not to piss off the bartender. She left, and I sat there digesting shit and wondering who’s next.

Chapter 10, Part 1

I wondered who was going to use me next. The bartender made it seem like it would be someone who matters. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I hoped it was Lauren. I heard multiple people enter the bathroom walk into my stall. Standing above me was the transgendered Asian girl that I blew earlier in the night. Next to her was a tall, blonde angel. The blonde was thin and fit. She wore a black lace escort bayan nurdağı corset with leather booty shorts. Her skin was white, and I could swear she was glowing. She looked delicate, but fierce. No matter what happened next, I was excited.

“Hi toilet! Long time no see,” said the Asian goddess in a friendly tone. “My friend here wants to use you in a… special way.” They both giggled. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I would gladly eat a mile of their shit. Both women were incredible. “You see toilet, her date ditched her. Apparently he didn’t know a good thing when he saw one.” “I agree,” I thought to myself, “Who could ditch her?” The blonde took a turn to speak. She had a French accent, intensifying my attraction for her. “Bonjour toilet, I am very horny, can you please help me?” she spoke with the intent to tease me. I felt like I was in a porno. Why couldn’t this have happened before I was a toilet? I am more desirable as a slave than a person. That realization would’ve hurt, but I was too turned on to care.

The Asian girl spoke again, “We got the key to the room where your body is, and we are going to help your new French friend fulfill her request.” She put emphasis on the ‘fill’ part of ‘fulfill,’ causing them both to giggle. My heart skipped. I was about to fuck a girl. “This toilet gig might be paying off.” I thought cheerily. They both left, and I waited for the fun to begin. Within a minute, I felt two sets of hands start rubbing my body. I could hear giggling from the other side of the wall. My boner throbbed in anticipation of what was to come.

I felt them pull the dildo out of my ass, which had been in pretty deep. I had adjusted to its girth, and felt empty without it. I felt one of them put a finger into my loose asshole. “Get to the fucking already,” I thought impatiently. Just then, a dick was shoved roughly into my ass. It was huge, much bigger than the Asian’s, and almost as big as the dildo. I clued in. I was the not the one doing the fucking, I was the one getting fucked. That French girl must be trans as well, and she is filling me deeply. I felt my ass squeeze around her thick cock, accommodating her size. She pushed forward until I felt her pubes against my balls. I swear her dick was so deep inside of me, it was in my stomach. Luckily, the dildo prepared me for a dick this big, and so it didn’t hurt. It actually felt good. I could feel my prostate being stimulated, and that sent shots of electricity up my own dick. Also, the human connection made me feel warm inside. Before I had felt worthless, but the sexual touching made me feel loved.

The girl started pumping into me. At first she went slow, and I could feel her dick sliding against my insides. She would pull almost all the way out, and then push her entire length back in again. I was so focused on my ass, I didn’t notice someone entering my stall. I looked up, and saw my ex-girlfriend Lauren.

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“I’m mad at you,” my daughter said.

I knew something was wrong. Stephanie had been moping around all day. Now that my wife had left for work, it appeared I was about to find out why. “What’s the problem?” I asked.

“You’ve been cheating on mom,” she said.

I felt like I had been punched. I actually felt the air whoosh from my lungs. “What…How…How do you know that?” I wanted to know.

She waved a piece of paper at me then read it aloud. “My Dearest Lover— Last night was wonderful beyond my wildest dreams. You are the best I’ve ever had—and the biggest. I can’t wait to have your big, yummy cock inside me again. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Call me soon. Love, Lisa.”

“Where…How did…Where did you get that?” I asked, more embarrassed than anything else. That was not the kind of message a guy wants his eighteen year old daughter to find.

“It was on your lap top,” Steff told me.

“What were doing with my lap top?” I demanded, hoping to shift the focus of the conversation.

“I left mine at Jillian’s house and I wanted to find something on-line,” my daughter said, “so I borrowed your’s. When I got on-line I saw you had a new E-mail and I opened it.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I told her.

“I know,” Steff said, flopping onto a chair across the couch, “I shouldn’t have but I did. But you shouldn’t be cheating. I mean–what about mom?”

I looked at my daughter , my young, beautiful daughter, as I tried to figure out what to tell her.

Actually, Stephanie was my step-daughter. She was seven years old when I married her mother. Two weeks ago Stephanie had turned eighteen. She was five feet, four inches tall and weighed just over one hundred pounds. She had dark, almost black hair that hung down, loose and straight, to a point below her shoulder blades. Her face was beautiful, large, green eyes, a tiny nose and moist, sensual lips that begged to be kissed. Her smile was like a burst of sunshine on a gloomy day.

Her body was perfect. As her father, I should not have been thinking about her sexually but being a forty-two year old man, and having seen her in a bikini, it was difficult not to.

Her breasts were small, but full and firm, high and straight. She had a small waist and rounded hips. Her stomach was flat, her jutting ass was small and tight and her legs were perfectly shaped. Even her feet were pretty.

As she sat across from me, she was wearing a pink tank top, without a bra, and white shorts. Her small feet were bare.

I decided to tell Stephanie the truth. “Your mother and I haven’t had sex for over a year,” I said, “I don’t know why but…”

“I know why,” Stephanie interrupted me, “Mom got fat and sloppy and she drinks like a fish.”

“Well, that’s part of it,” I admitted, “Somewhere along the line she lost interest in sex and I didn’t.” What I didn’t tell her was now that she was eighteen, her mother was planning to file for divorce and make me move out.

“What about me?” Steff asked.

“What about you?” I asked.

Stephanie stood up, crossed the room and knelt down at my feet. Sitting back on her heels, with her hands in her lap, she looked up at me and said, “if you wanted someone to fuck, you could have fucked me.”

I was completely blown away. My mind was spinning. I wanted to say something but I could not speak, or even think.

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you ever since escort bayan gaziantep yavuzeli I was fourteen,” Stephanie said,

“I didn’t know you even thought about sex,” I said.

“I think about it all the time,” Steff told me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I told her, “I assumed you were a virgin.”

“Well, I’m not,” Stephanie said, with a hint of sadness, “I wanted my first time to be with you but I wanted to do it so much I couldn’t wait any longer. But I never let a guy put his cock inside me unless he’s wearing a condom and I never let a guy cum inside me, even if he is wearing a condom. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Do you make your boyfriend…” For some reason, it was difficult to say the word in front of my daughter.

“I always make him cummm,” Stephanie said, emphasizing the word with a smile. She held up her hand and wiggled it.

“So, you’re a hand-job queen,” I said, with a smile.

“I wouldn’t say queen,” Stephanie smiled back, “I’ve only done it with one guy.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Its fun,” Stephanie answered, “and I’m really good at it.” She knelt up straight and put her hands on my knees. “You want to see?”

“You want to give a hand-job,” I said, not like a question. I felt a little light headed. My heart was racing and I was suddenly aware of my erection.

“If you want me to,” Steff said. Before I could say anything, her hands were at work unbuckling my belt.

“Whoa…wait…hold on a minute,” I protested, pushing Steff away, “STOP!”

She pulled back, a surprised, hurt look on her little girl face. “What’s wrong?” she asked, “I know you want it, too. You’re already hard. I could feel it.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I told her, “I’m your father.”

“You’re my step-father,” Stephanie said.

“Same thing,” I told her.

“Ten years ago it was the same thing,” Stephanie informed me.

“And what am I now?” I asked.

“You’re my mother’s husband,” Stephanie told me, “My mother’s hot, sexy husband.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I am your father. You’re my daughter. Fathers don’t have sex with their daughters.”

“You know my friend Jillian,” Stephanie said, “she’s been fucking her father for more than a year.” Jillian was Stephanie’s best friend. Jillian’s father was a lawyer with a major law firm in town. “And Sandy Watts, she graduated with Jillian and me, she sucks her father’s cock almost every night.”

Surprise and shock doesn’t really explain what I felt but, at the same time, I was more turned on then I had ever been before. My cock was so hard it hurt.

Stephanie’s hands moved back to my waist and finished unbuckling my belt. I did not protest or attempt to stop her.

My daughter unbuttoned my jeans then slowly pulled the zipper down. She put her hands on either side of the waistband and tugged down. “Help me, Daddy,” she said, “lift up your hips.”

I was about to cross a line that I would never be able to uncross. I knew I should stop, I wanted to stop, but I was in a speeding car, going downhill, without brakes.

I lifted my hips and Stephanie tugged my levis down around my ankles. She quickly pulled my shoes and socks off, then my jeans. Her hands returned to my waist and without hesitation, I raised my ass and let Stephanie pull my briefs down my legs and off. Finally, she took the hem of my escort gaziantep yeni bayan T-shirt in her fingers and lifted it to my shoulders. “Oh, fuck,” I muttered, giving into my own twisted desire and raising my arms so Steff could lift my shirt up, over my head and off.

I sat on the couch, my legs separated, completely naked in front of my daughter. What bothered me most was how relaxed I felt, how comfortable I was.

“Oh, Daddy,” Stephanie said, her hands on my thighs,”it really is big.” She looked directly at my face. “May I touch it?”

“Of course, baby,” I answered, my muscles tightening under my skin.

The fingers of her small hand encircled the shaft, sending a tingling spike up my spine. “I can’t believe it’s so big,” she said in a breathy voice, “and hard.” She raised and lowered her hand on my cock and moved her other hand to my balls. “It’s a lot bigger than the other cocks I’ve seen.” Stephanie moved closer, kneeling between my legs.

“How many have you seen?” I wanted to know.

“I’ve only played with one guy,” Steff told me, her hand moving slowly up and down over the full, nine and a half inch length of my hard-on, “But I’ve seen other guys. At parties.”

“You go to some wild parties,” I said.

“Do you like this?” she asked, her hand slowly stroking, feeling, caressing my my erection.

“I love it,” I told her, “use both hands on my cock.”

Steff stroked my cock with both hands, one above the other.

“Twist your hands a little,” I told her.

She began twisting her hands, just a little, in opposite directions. “Like this?”

“Yes, baby,” I told her, “That’s perfect.” I leaned back, resting my head on the top of the couch’s backrest. With my eyes closed, I was enjoying the feel of Stephanie’s hands on my cock. I knew what I was doing, what I was letting Stephanie do, was wrong but a large part of me no longer cared. Besides, if Jillian’s father was fucking her and if Sandy was giving her father blow jobs, maybe letting my daughter play with my cock wasn’t so bad.

A sensation of wet warmth covered the head of my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down as Stephanie smeared a glob of her saliva down the shaft. She held her mouth over my rod and let a second glob of saliva fall from her lips onto my cock’s crown. She smeared the second glob, further lubricating my cock. I felt the first beginnings of my orgasm.

“Wait a minute,” I told her, “Stop for minute.” With Stephanie’s hands rubbing my erection, it was easy to forget that she was still wearing clothes.

“What’s wrong?” Stephanie asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I assured her, “I just want to see you naked.” I reached out, took the hem of her tank top in my fingers, but Stephanie pulled away. “Lets go in the bedroom,” my daughter said.

“Take your clothes off, first,” I told her.

She got to her feet, crossed her arms and pulled her tank top up and off in one, easy motion. Then she pushed her shorts down and she was naked.

Her body was small, slim and perfect. Her breasts were straight and full, tipped with short, fat nipples surrounded by dark brown, quarter sized aureolas. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, allowing the top of clit to peek out from between her thighs.

“You’re so hot,” I said, reaching behind her and gripping the firm cheeks of her tight, little ass.

“You are, too,” escort gaziantep zayıf bayan my daughter replied. She was looking up at me, smiling, and I lowered my head, kissing her as I pulled her against me. Her arms encircled my neck and our tongues explored each others’ mouths she was tip toes and I could feel my erection pressing against her stomach.

“Can we go in your room?” Stephanie asked, “your bed is a lot bigger than mine.”

I was about to cross another line, making love to my step-daughter in her mother’s bed. “Of course, baby,” I answered, “Anywhere you want.”

She took my hand and I followed her to my bedroom, mine and my wife’s bedroom. It bothered me but not enough to stop. I knew I was going to fuck Stephanie and nothing was going to stop me.

In the bedroom, we lie in the middle of the king sized bed, facing each other, as I kissed her neck and massaged her ass. I lowered my head to her breasts and began sucking her nipples. At the same time, I pushed her onto her back and slipped my hand between her legs. As I fingered her slit, Stephanie asked, “Do you think it’ll fit?”

“Will what fit?” I asked her.

“Your cock is so big,” she said, “Do you think it’ll fit in my pussy?”

“I think so,” I told her as I positioned myself between her widely spread legs, “I’ll go slow and you can stop me if it hurts.”

I rubbed the crown against her clit, making her groan. “Put it in me,” my daughter said, pulling her knees back almost to her shoulders, “Put your cock in my pussy.”

Her pussy was tight but it was so wet that my cock slid into her easily. She groaned and gasped and pushed her hips upwards as I pumped in and out of her.

“Oh, Daddy,” Stephanie moaned, “Your cock feels so good inside me. Oh god…Oh fuck…OH DADDY…AAARRRGGGHH!!!”

Her body stiffened, her back arched and her pussy tightened on my cock as stream after stream of cum spurted into her.

My wife was a nurse and worked the afternoon shift, from three to eleven. She had left for work at two o’clock and Stephanie came out of her room ten minutes later.

She was now in the bathroom. I looked at the clock next to the bed. I was surprised to see that it was only three thirty.

As I lie there, I wondered if Steff had been honest about how much sexual experience she had. Not that it really mattered. Considering her looks and personality, finding out she was a virgin would have surprised me much more than finding out she wasn’t.

The bathroom door opened and Stephanie entered the bedroom. She came to the bed, climbed onto the mattress and knelt by my hips.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she told me. She put her hand between my legs and fondled my half hard cock. “But while I was in the bathroom it occurred to me that we didn’t use a condom. What if I get pregnant?”

“You won’t get pregnant,” I assured her, her hand making me hard.

“How can you be sure?” she asked.

“I had a vasectomy,” I told her, “You know what a vasectomy is, don’t you?”

Her face brightened. “It’s an operation that keeps you from getting a girl pregnant, right?”

I told her it was and she said, “No matter how often, or how much we fuck, I won’t get pregnant.”

“That’s right,” I told her. My cock was fully erect and Stephanie smiled as she rubbed the shaft.

“Fuck me again,” she said.

“Now?” I asked, pleased and aroused by her eagerness.

She swung one over me and straddled my hips. With one hand on my chest, she used her other hand to hold my cock straight up as she lowered her pussy onto it. Stephanie lowered her body against mine and drew her knees forward.

We kissed, our tongues playing with each other as Stephanie moved her hips, sliding her hot, wet pussy up and down on my hard cock.

We both came a second time.

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Dinner was a pleasant buzz of conversation and stories about their youth, but David was hesitating to broach the subject of her marriage. He was not sure everything he wanted, but he knew for sure he wanted Stephanie. He had never had a long-term sub, he mostly played with available girls at the college clubs. He was contemplating what long-term would mean in the current landscape of their convoluted taboo relationship.

David decided to table the discussion of his father until after their date night. Tomorrow would mark the one week count down to his father’s return. He wanted to enjoy it as much as he possibly could. So, instead, he made plans to go shopping as he had no applications or interviews the next day. They would spend the whole day together like a couple.

David again woke with his cock buried in Stephanie’s mouth, but instead of cumming in her throat he pulled her up and rolled her under him. “Hope you are ready, baby girl.” He said just before plunging into her wet heat.

“I am always ready for you, sir.” Stephanie whispered against his lips. “I live to be filled with your cum. Thank you, sir.”

David groaned as her words hit him square in the chest. Less than a week before she had been the bane of his existence. She was the gold-digging bimbo that had married his much older father for a meal ticket. His feelings had changed so much in such a brief span of time. There was something about dominating her that clicked inside him. He found a sub that had blossomed under his humiliation and adapted to his needs. He could feel the way his emotions echoed inside of her. She glowed under his approval and dimmed under his disappointment.

David smiled as he looked deep into her eyes. “Today you will be my princess on the streets, because you are already my freak in the sheets.” He chuckled. “I want you to feel my cum in your breed hole all day long.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, sir.”

David rose up on his knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders and began pounding into her with all the power he could muster. She slid up the bed with each thrust only to have him yank her back at each withdrawal. By the time she had cum twice and he expelled his sperm into her unprotected hole, she had a total sex head hair tangle on the back of her head.

“There is no way this is coming out. I have to shower and condition,” she moaned as she looked into the mirror.

“Do not wash my cum out of that hole. If you do I will blister your ass, then fuck your ass and leave that dripping down your thigh all day.” David said smacking her ass.

That was the tone for the day, fun, sexy and dirty. David cleaned up in the guest bath then headed to the kitchen to get breakfast going. As he was flipping eggs she entered the kitchen and immediately started buttering the toast.

She looked amazing, her long hair flowing in beach waves around her, tight top, no bra, skirt so short he could see her stocking tops and 4-inch wedge heels that had her eye level with him. He appraised her as he plated the eggs. When his hands were free, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and felt the wet, slightly slimy feel of his cum oozing out of her.

“Good girl.” He said kissing the side of her head. “Not that you do not look perfect, in a fuck-you-all-day kind of way, but we are going shopping and I am not sure I want to share this much of you with the public.”

“I have a cardigan to throw over my top? Or would you prefer one of my maxi dresses that I haven’t worn since you expressed a dislike for them?” Stephanie’s comment could have been considered snarky if she had said it with anything less than an inquisitive tone. She genuinely wanted him to like her attire, wanted him to feel comfortable no matter where they went.

“It is so tough to give up this view of you. Wear the cardigan, sit with your legs together not crossed and keep your skirt tugged at all times. That way in the car I have all the access I want.”

“Yes, sir.” Her smile was very bright as they worked together to get breakfast on the table.

“Today we are going shopping. I want to dress you up and take you dancing tonight. I want you to be respectful today, but call me David, not sir.” David said sipping his coffee. “Today I want to talk about everything, and nothing. I want this to feel like a date.”

“Okay, David. May I ask why?” Stephanie seemed confused.

“We click. In this D/s relationship we click. I have never found a more natural connection.” He said looking at her. In some ways he never seemed as young as he was to her, but in that moment, she realized that he was only 22. “I want to see if that is all there is. I was a little bitter when we first met and I have tainted much of our relationship with that bitterness. But I want to start over. See if this is insane sexual chemistry or maybe we can build a friendship.”

“Oh, my. I would really like that.” Stephanie blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She felt her heart pause in her chest and knew that the emotional connection they were building would be escort gaziantep vip bayan more than a friendship for her. She cleared the dishes and cleaned the kitchen quickly before heading up to get her sweater.

David met her at the door. Gallantly he held her doors all day long. They talked about his college experiences, frat house, term papers, football games. She discussed why she never finished college, bad doms, bad relationships with her parents, funny stories about childhood.

“I had a business when I met your dad.” She told him. “It was a little store that sold erotic items, clothes and toys. I had a lease that was set to expire and I was in negotiations to renew it when your father’s company came in and bought the building and planned to tear it down.”

“Really?” David was shocked.

“That is how we met. He came into the store to give me the news that at the end of my lease in 45 days I would need to be out.” Stephanie smiled sadly at the memory. “I told him that if he came back to my shop I would tie him in the dungeon and stripe his ass with my crop.”

“Wow.” David was shocked. “What did he say to that?”

“Nothing, he turned and left. 3 days later he came into my shop again. Touting how he wanted to make sure that I was packing up my whore wares.” Stephanie grinned. “So I walked over, gripped his ear, dragged him to my demo room, locked the door, tied him to the Saint Andrews cross, yanked down his pants and gave him 3 licks of the crop before he was cumming all over himself.”

“Okay, that I didn’t need to know.”

Stephanie laughed at the twisted look of disgust on David’s face. “Didn’t this whole thing start because you were listening to your dad have a sexual encounter at my bedroom door?”

“Yes, but that was still gross. Even if it turned out so nicely for me.” David shrugged. “So where is the cross now?”

“It was sold to a dominatrix setting up a new dungeon. I was going to be a part of the deal. I was supposed to go work for her but then Bill asked me to marry him, the day my shop closed.” Stephanie said.

“I am sorry that you lost something you so obviously enjoyed.” David said.

“It is okay. I mean, I could have built up again.” Stephanie said. “Who knows? I still might.”

“I would shop there.” David said bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go find that dress.”

“What dress are we looking for?”

“The one that makes me want to rip it off your body all night long.”

“A little torture… I like it.”

They strolled from store to store picking through the racks looking for the dress. David took the opportunity to find interesting items for her to try on. Having a Barbie Doll and daddy’s credit card created an interesting opportunity.

By the end of the shopping trip, Stephanie had a whole new set of trash lingerie, short skirts, tight tops, high heels and a killer dress. While David had a massive hard on. He had watched her try on every stitch she bought, they flirted and joked and teased the whole day. They had a nice lunch in the open-air restaurant where Stephanie stroked his cock under a napkin.

By the time David got her home he was greedy to use her. Stephanie smiled as he hustled her upstairs and before they even made it to the bed he was taking her from behind. Her skirt rucked up around her hips her sweater on one arm, he was gripping her hips biting her neck and taking his relief. She arched her back so he had access to everything he needed, taking his urgent need as a good three holed slut.

He shot his seed into her unprotected womb. The force of his orgasm dropped him to his knees. Tangled as they were, she ended up in his lap with his softening cock cradled in the warm wetness of her freshly painted cunt. He hugged her tightly to him as they recovered.

“Get ready to go, baby. I want to feel you against me all night long.” David said planting a kiss against her neck. “I will meet you downstairs in an hour.”

Stephanie disentangled herself from his embrace reluctantly. “I will be ready, sir.”

Exactly an hour later, Stephanie made her way into the living room wearing the short slinky metallic dress they had picked out earlier that day. Her make-up was dramatic and flawless, while her hair curled smoothly around her shoulders. Her heels were high with criss-crossed leather ties that wrapped up her calves. Every movement she made caused her unfettered tits to sway beneath the dress. Her legs were bare and the hem of her dress flirted with the tops of her thighs. One slight bend and it would be revealed that she was wearing no panties either.

David smiled as his dick twitched. Heading out into the world with this delectable slut made him feel powerful and virile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver chain with an intricate padlock connecting the ends. The lock was adjustable on the links of the chain to make it loose or tight depending on the whim of the person putting it on. He stepped forward and locked it loosely around her escort gaziantep yabancı bayan throat.

“You can make it tighter, sir.” Stephanie whispered shyly, enjoying the symbol of ownership as it warmed against her skin.

“If I knew that you were solely mine, I would lock it tight and throw away the key.” David said kissing her ear. “Let’s go.”

It was a magical night for Stephanie. She danced in David’s arms, shared good food and wine with him while he fingered her under the table and shared stories and pieces of her life with him.

It was the most romantic night she could ever remember. As they made their way home Stephanie felt like she was floating in euphoria and anticipation. The closeness was about to be consummated in a very physical way if the throbbing cock in his pants was any indication.

David turned in to the driveway and noticed that his perfect evening was about to get an unhappy ending. There in the drive was his father’s car. David slowed and shifted into park staring in horror at the end of their time together. He gripped the steering wheel and considered just putting the car in reverse and taking her away.

In opposition of his turmoil, Stephanie bounced excitedly in her seat. She scrambled to get out of the car. David gripped her arm stopping her progress.

“Stephanie, I do not know what is going to happen in there…”

“It is going to be fine. Come on.” Stephanie was very excited to see her husband, she barely registered the tension in David. She ran daintily in her high heels to the door. David moved behind her trying to shake the impending dread that dogged his heels the closer he got to the door. As he entered the house he realized that Stephanie was already on her way upstairs. He followed behind her reluctantly.

Stephanie entered the room knowing exactly where she would find her husband, on his knees at the foot of the bed with his cock in a cage wearing a dog collar and leather underwear that had no crotch from the front waistband to the back waistband. In his mouth he was holding a crop. Stephanie stepped forward and removed the crop from his mouth.

“Someone wants to be punished.” Stephanie said mockingly. “What are you doing back so early?”

“I completed my business as fast as I could so I could return Mistress. I needed to be punished Miss.” Bill cowered and begged as David walked into the room.

Bill gasped and crawled quickly around the side of the bed. “Get out of here David.” Bill yelled.

“Watch your tone, worm.” Stephanie growled.

“Stephanie, that is my son.”

“More importantly than that, he is my sir. As you are my lowly slave, his word is law. Is that understood?”

“But Stephanie, this is not right.” Bill squirmed uncomfortable with his son seeing him in such a submissive and vulnerable position.

“My father is your slave?” David asked as he tried to shake the image of his fathers tiny cock in a cage.

“Yes, of course.” Stephanie said. “I thought you knew. I mean you listened at the door.”

“I listened to you give him a blow job while he talked dirty to you. From that encounter how was I to assume that he was your slave?” David laughed.

“Oh crap, I thought that you knew.” Stephanie grumbled. “That is why you were so concerned. It all makes sense now.”

“Put some pants on over your current garb and meet us in the family room downstairs.” David said to his father before grabbing Stephanie’s elbow and leading her from the room.

David paced back and forth in front of the TV while Stephanie and Bill sat on the couch anxiously. “Explain your relationship to me. Dad you start.”

“I do not really feel-“

“Did he ask you what you feel, slave?” Stephanie lashed out quickly.

Bill swallowed. “I am her sexually submissive slave. When I am scheduled to go out of town and hold high level meetings, she gears me up with a taste of dominance which is what I assume you heard. It is not my normal status with Stephanie.”

“Are you a cuck?” David asked.

“Not to this point. But Stephanie is free to find a Dominate or a Sir at anytime based on our pre-nup.” Bill explained.

“You put that in the pre-nup?”

“I guess I should have specified outside of my genepool.” Bill said chagrined.

David laughed and Bill quirked a small smile. Stephanie sat back and watched the exchange. In her mind there was nothing wrong with the situation and she was trying to fathom why they were having this conversation.

“Stephanie, are you a Domme or a Sub?” David asked.

“I am a switch.” Stephanie answered.

“No, what are you?” David pressed.

“I am a sub, sir.” Stephanie whispered.

“Yet you can dominate when you need to.” David said.

“Yes.” Her nod was filled with relief that he understood it so well.

“Well dad, it looks like you are a cuck now. Stephanie can punish you and command you, but you may not cum in or on her ever again, unless I tell you otherwise.” David was seeing escort gaziantep yaşlı bayan how this would unfold. “Every load you shoot now will be down your leg. Her holes are mine, you may dream about them but unless I allow it you cannot avail yourself of them.”

Stephanie giggled and squirmed on the couch. “Can he watch you use me?”

“I am not sure yet. I do not know if that will feel awkward. I guess we can try.” David pondered.

“Can he sleep at the foot of our bed like a dog?” Stephanie asked hopefully.

“If I can handle letting him watch me fuck you, then you may buy him a doggie bed for the foot of our bed.”

“Did you hear that slut puppy?” Stephanie asked. “Sir is going to let you sleep on a doggie bed. That will make you happy won’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Bill shuddered with the humiliation he felt at the mere idea of sleeping in a dog bed in his own master bedroom in his own house while listening to his alpha male son fuck his wife. His cock tried to stir but locked in the cage it merely throbbed without rising.

“I can get you a puppy tail and you can be my slut dog. I can rub your nose in your cum messes and make you clean it with your tongue. You will like that won’t you Rover.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

David laughed as his father blushed and quivered at the humiliating picture Stephanie portrayed.

“Well, my balls still need draining from our date, so… Rover, you may sit outside the bedroom door or in the corner of the bedroom whichever you feel comfortable with. Or uncomfortable with but still humiliatingly pleasured by.” David smirked and motioned to Stephanie to come to him.

Stephanie slinked across the room with her metallic dress sliding over her like water. He led her upstairs uncaring of whether his father followed or not. David entered the room and pushed her down in almost the exact same spot they had found dad in just a half hour ago.

“Suck me baby girl.” David said sliding his fingers through her hair. The knowledge that she was his calmed him like he would never have thought possible. She unfastened his pants and just as she swallowed his cock, he heard the door creak. It seemed his father wanted to watch. David felt the taboo twist into his mind and the instinctual pride of having conquered the competition for his mate coursed through his veins.

Stephanie moaned as his cock grew and pulsed in her mouth. She slid her mouth from tip to root swirling her tongue and opening her throat. She spread her thighs hoping that her husband could see how wet her pussy was from where he cowered in the corner.

“That is my slut.” David moaned pressing deeper into her throat. “You love to suck Sir’s cock. You are so good at it. So wet and hot and just so tight around my dick.”

Bill whimpered as his cock pulsed uselessly inside the cage. David heard the whimper and growled in pleasure. Knowing that the husband of his slut was being tortured with look no touch in the corner made David hot enough to cum. He spewed his seed into her throat and gripped her hair tight as he held her against his belly so every drop shot down her throat.

He pulled Stephanie to her feet and slowly peeled the dress away. Her naked body glowed in the soft light within a few tugs. “Remove my clothes, baby girl.” David ordered.

Stephanie stripped him with care. Taking her time to savor each piece of flesh she revealed. When he stood before her fully naked, his cock was once again ready to go. He turned Stephanie still in her heels toward the bed and bent her over so her hands were on the mattress and her ass was positioned so her husband had a clear view of the wet folds and her slick thighs. David stood beside her hip and caressed her ass and pussy as Bill watched. He reared back and smacked her pussy causing her to rise on to her tip toes.

“Mmmmm.” Stephanie moaned. Bill panted.

David slid his fingers into her pussy and slowly fucked her, twisting his hand so every stroke enflamed her g-spot. Stephanie was panting and moaning and thrusting. Bill just watched and tortured himself with the erotic sight.

“You ready, baby?” David asked stroking her deeply. “You ready for me to show your husband how worthless he has been to you? How much you need a real cock to satisfy the lusty slut you really are?”

“Oh, GOD, yes, Sir.” Stephanie was ready to cum. Hearing him say all the things she had thought for years right in front of her husband was sending her quickly up the mountain.

David smiled and pulled her up by her hair, turned and sat on the bed and pulled her down on his jutting cock. Stephanie could see her husband kneeling in the corner and David began moving her up and down his hard shaft. Stephanie spread her legs so that Bill could see how her pussy wrapped around the big dick as she bounced and moaned. She grabbed her tits and pulled at the nipples vocalizing her pleasure loudly. David moved her body at his whim, lifting and dropping, holding her hard and thrusting.

There in the warm light of the bedroom where Bill had shared his life with his wife, he watched for the first time his wife climax from being fucked. He watched as the climax stiffened her whole body causing her tits to shimmy softly, then break into shuddering convulsions that caused her pussy lips to visually contract and release around the column of flesh providing her the rapturous release. Bill moaned as his soft cock began ejaculating the small mess pooling on the top of his thigh.

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Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker’s fictional fuckers are over 18 and shun condoms. Tags: parent-offspring, siblings, fuckfest, bisexual, multiracial. If you object, stop reading. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author’s. Read prior chapters first. Comments are required. Enjoy!

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Stanley Steamer 18: Katrina – The End

Eighteen steamy years later

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KATRINA

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I keep thinking about Uncle Daddy Stan’s penis. I cannot help myself. It is such a good-looking penis. He is such a good uncle-daddy.

He is likely my real bio-dad but Auntie Mommy Jeri, my real mom and Stan’s real cousin, will not talk about it and says it does not matter. All the brother-sister-cousins here at the Rancho have varied uncles and many aunties. The moms are all aunties. Uncle Daddy Stan is Hawai’ian nobility and Polynesian royalty and he says that is how the traditions work. The Rancho is his place and he makes the rules, so there you have it.

But Uncle Daddy Stan’s beautiful penis, the erectile organ of Archduke Stanley Kamehameha Ovshinsky, looks better than our uncles Lazy or Newton or Dov or Larry or Felipe. Well, Uncle Lazy is pretty impressive, long and red, but Stan stands out, ha ha. That is only part of why all the moms love him.

Of course I knew what their penises look like – all the penises, and all the boobs and vulvas, and every wart and scar and lizard-bite. We swim and lay around the pool naked, run in the dorm and walk in the house more-or-less naked, shower together naked, eat some meals naked, run and walk the trails partly naked, et cetera.

We should usually wear clothes if we go out the front door – that is sort of a rule. The main rules are: No footwear or fights inside; and what happens inside stays inside – do not tell outsiders how we live. None of their concern.

Of course we have more rules. Clean up your messes. Do not fuck with others’ stuff. Do not piss off the elders. And most basic: Do not be an asshole. It is the Golden Rule corollary. Expect others to do unto you what you did unto them. So be nice, or be ready to duck and run forever.

Jeri, my bio-mom, says we have a new tradition at the Rancho. When a kid reaches eighteen, we can browse the moms’ journals – but do NOT talk about them with the younger kids. The journals read almost like what the outer world calls porn. That is silly. ‘Pornography’ literally means “words about prostitutes” and none of the moms were whores.

Not whores – only women magnetically drawn to Uncle Daddy Stan.

Moms wrote in their journals about why they orbited Stan. They said he listens, and he cares, and he acts. And his penis is good. I want that.

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I read about the outer world. It seemed crazy before the Trump War and it is even crazier now. Rancho Relaxo seems pretty safe compared to what is out there. We are very lucky people.

It helps that some moms are rich and famous and even royal.

Maybe my craziest grandma is Queen Ursula of Rotaruta. She regularly visits with some prince-uncles and princess-aunties and -cousins and sometimes even King Tahne’e. A little piece of the Rancho, the consular office site by the inner gate, is Rotarutan sovereign territory, so it is like their home away from home, except without an ocean, and security is good here.

Ursula and her maybe crazier older sister Archduchess Teresa are both still extremely fit and commanding. Is GGILF a term? They make some of my sister-cousins look flabby, and NOBODY is flabby at Rancho Relaxo except those two security guards who are sumo wrestlers. But the sexagenarian grandma sisters could pass for half their ages.

We have other grandmas and grandpas but they are mostly sane. Except Luci. How did sane auntie Lorna ever survive with her?

Then there is the Jam Tower in Las Vegas where our rich, famous, musical auntie-moms live when they are not here or touring. It is officially KYJ Centre and is also setup legally as Rotarutan sovereign territory but is even further from any ocean that isn’t all sand. Our uncle-dad Lazlo’s Feherways aero service flies us back and forth whenever we want – if we are not on that week’s shit list.

I read about the outer world, and of course talk to the community kids who come to the Rancho school. I know most of the world is not like the Rancho and most people do not live like us. Even before anyone here was rich, life on the Rancho was different.

I read the moms’ journals. Something happened to someone, and Stan was there to help, and they stayed with him. And not only because of his penis, although that helped, along with his tongue, and his open ears, and his heart.

No, I have not left the subject of Uncle-Daddy Stanley’s penis. Of course not.

I noticed that some of my brother-cousins had a penis that looked something like Stan’s and some did not. The size and shape, yes, and some sort of glow. I want to compare the feel escort gaziantep ucuz bayan and taste of those that are old enough with Stan. That is not pervo, right?

I am not The Oldest but my tranche is close. Zeke is The Oldest but he is usually in Las Vegas with his folks, our uncle Newt and auntie Babs. Our Oldest here is Callista and she is one overwhelming sorceress! As freckled-red and steelworker-strong as her bio-mom Anathea but with a Stan-like face and mind. She is too smart to try to run the kids she helped raise.

We only play small dominance games with our ages. Piper and Pelagia preceded me by some hours. And it is funny – you would not guess they are twins. Pelagia has the Stan look and Piper does not. I heard auntie Pam had a wild weekend then.

Anyway, I am slightly older than Langdon, and Mateo, and others who are mostly in Vegas or Rotaruta. All our other kids are months or years younger, and they were and are plenty of trouble. We were painful monsters too. I suspect some Darwinian basis. You can only breed if your parents do not drown you. Think of it as evolution in action.

Callista and Pelagia and I were best friends, then worst enemies, and then best friends again, and we still are, mostly. Piper and Langdon and Mateo were our best playmates, then a bunch of wild animals, and then shy and wanting to be friends and learn about girls, about what to do with outside girls in our school and in the world. They wanted help! We want bribes. Ha ha.

We started our own new tradition. A little after we were all eighteen, Callista threw a party for the six oldest of us here. Lazlo was out flying and Callista’s bio-mom Anny was out welding so she took us to the big bed in their room. We did all those romantic foreplay maneuvers, kissing mouths and nipples and around there, and then we got to it. What do we taste like?

We girls, Callista and Pelagia and I, got our pussies licked by all boys and girls. Each guy, Piper and Langdon and Mateo, got their penis sucked by all girls and boys. The guys watched us girls do a three-way daisychain. We girls watched the guys circle and blow each other. And everybody 69’d with everybody.

I noticed similarities and differences. Piper felt and tasted different. Stan is very likely not his bio-dad, who Piper claims was a Persian prince. Hey, our grandma is a queen so if he wants to be royalty otherwise, fine.

We went to three-by’s. The three guys together licked each of our pussies until we squealed. We three girls together licked each guy’s penis until they squirted. We all got to know each others’ flavors. All distinct; mostly similar. But we are at least half-siblings, so that was no surprise.

I think I liked Mateo’s cum-flavor best, and Langdon or Pelagia 69ing with me were best. But of course we girls have experience. This was not our first time pussy-licking. But Callista knows how to do anything to anyone. She is so sly.

We got those boys trained to lick pussy. They will be popular in the outer world. Unless they piss-off husbands and boyfriends of girls they steal – then they need to be able to fight or run. It is so Darwinian.

We girls all wanted Stan’s penis. Piper might, too. Or he can get by with Mateo.

Our new custom will be lots of fun as more kids reach eighteen. Tobias, Zelda, and Freya are next. Yum.

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It was time for the FallDay party. The Rancho celebrates solstices and equinoxes, along with civil holidays and as many other lesser party days as can be justified, like each blue moon, general election, and major earthquake.

Major party days are much like other days but everyone tries to be here for them. We gather as family and closest friends. And we play games.

Our last SpringDay was glorious because the autumn typhoons and Pineapple Express atmospheric rivers watered a superb superbloom. We took BikeE rides up toward Antelope Valley. The desert flats and mountain slopes were thickly covered in blooms as far as could be seen. Will climate shift end this?

This FallDay was hot. Nobody wore more than shorts and maybe light shirts out the front door, and less inside. The younger and community kids skinny-dipped by the Rancho school’s big outside pool – “swim class” was the excuse. We olders and the elders skinny-dipped in the domed pool with wine, snacks, and safe, low music. The day was hot so the music was not.

Callista, Pelagia, and I had plotted on how to get to uncle-daddy Stan’s penis. Another Rancho rule was “no sex in front of the kids” but although we olders were technically not ‘kids’ now, there was still no open sucking or fucking around the pool when we were there. Well, nip-lipping, sure, for aloha – hello and goodbye. But we three could not just walk up to Stan and go down on him. We had to be more subtle.

So we waited till he went into his office. We followed him inside and closed the door. This was Callista’s escort gaziantep ukraynalı bayan idea – give him no chance of escape.

His long, thin office had a small exercise machine at the far end. He worked out and ran a lot. He was in fine shape – with his dark sleek hair, he sure did not look nearly fifty years old. His penis looked well-exercised, too.

He sat at his desk with its keyboards and three data-filled LED screens. He swiveled his comfy executive chair when we came in. “Yes, ladies?”

Callista knelt between his knees and looked into his face.

“You always ask women what they want. This is what we want.”

She bent and put his wonderful penis in her mouth.

“Well, then,” he said, and scooted forward to give her better access. She pumped his penis with one hand and cupped his scrotum with the other.

Like I said, we have a gentle age-based pecking order. Callista is first and so got Stan first. Pelagia is next and sucked him next. Then it was my turn. But I was generous. I let Callista and Pelagia each suck one of his balls while I did that deep-throat thing. I gasped and drooled after awhile and then teased him as best I could, like we see in those real porn videos and games.

I seemed to have done right. He twitched and grunted and came in my mouth. I felt it coming; I caught all his pretty-good-tasting cum in my cheeks.

I pulled Pelagia and Callista closer and shared it with them. It was a lot. We opened our mouths to show what we had. We swallowed. I licked and sucked his penis again to make it ultra-clean. I knew that trick about running the tip of my tongue along his urethra to force out every last drop. He seemed to appreciate my effort.

I did not want to give up his prime penis so I kept him in my mouth. Pelagia and Callista had to be satisfied with kissing his balls, his thighs, and his knees. Nobody went to kiss his feet. We were not entitled to that yet.

Uncle-Daddy Stan finally lifted my head gently.

“That’s enough, hon. Thank you, ladies. I thank you all for a good FallDay present. Now, what can I do for you?”

We let him suckle our boobs and pet our vulvas good-bye and left him to his work. Yes, he worked on holidays. What a pervo!

“Well, that was not too hard,” Callista said. “I guess uncle Lazy is next. Then uncle Dov, if we can get him away from auntie Imani. Or maybe with her.” Callista smiled slyly. She had a plan, I could tell.

But now was time for our naked lunch. Chile verde!

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The Rancho has more traditions than rules. Archduke Stan, son of a duke and a queen, likely father and brother of a king-to-be, and total paterfamilias here, likes it that way, so there you have it.

Our traditions sprout and evolve. Kids of any age can walk, bike, or otherwise self-propel as much as they want, or maybe more than they want if they start to look flabby. And kids age ten learn to drive little steam work-carts around the Rancho property. A newer tradition: At age fifteen, any who want to take a powered vehicle off the property must have built it, and it must be a steamer.

Auntie Anathea still cuts up old railroad tank cars and welds giant vaginal flowers for fun and profit. And she teaches safe welding to any kid who wants to learn – and if you want to drive, you must learn to weld.

Our vehicles are not scratch-built. Uncle Dov, when he is here, takes us to an auto salvage yard to pick out good frames, powertrains, and parts. But we dump gas and diesel engine blocks. Auntie Anny teaches how to form and weld metal into steam engine systems. They are not as slickly efficient as the ZEEs in the adults’ vehicles but ours are simple to build and fix.

A closed-system steamer has four parts: Pump, heater, motor, and condenser. Pump the water (a greasy solution, really) into insulated red-hot flash tubes – no boiler, so no explosions. We use heat cells, like fuel cells, so no open flames. Totally safe. Open a valve for pressurized steam to push the piston(s) in the motor cylinder(s). Pipe used steam into the condenser to become water to pump back to the flash tubes. We have to build flash tubes and motor, and buy heat cells, but the rest are only recycled parts – pistons, pumps, and piping; fuel and water tanks; radiators for condensers; alternators for electric needs.

Do not think of old trains. Our steam engines are clean and quiet. Old Stanley Steamer engine systems had only fifteen moving parts. Ours are a little more complex, but not much. Building vehicle bodies and interiors takes longer.

Callista is practical and dynamic. She chose a minivan a big rock had crushed somewhat. She steam-formed a full body from plywood – THAT took work – and set seating in front that met Stan’s safety standards. The back is cargo space, she says, but a spread pad makes a play bed for four or more. She calls it Nepenthe or Penny for short.

I was lazier and maybe escort gaziantep üniversiteli bayan dumber. I found a motor-trike whose rider had not fared well scooting under a flatbed trailer. My compound double-action motor and its beehive of flash tubes fit nicely in the cargo box. I had to rebuild the munched front end but that was not hard. I call it my Trilobite. That means, Bite Me Down Low Three Times, right? Tri-Lo-Bite, sure. Ha ha.

Piper was laziest. He put the heater unit on the back of a moped and built a simple double-action motor to replace the tiny gas engine. It is ugly, and slow, with little capacity, but it was an easy build. Any passenger must ride in his lap. Maybe Piper had planned that.

Pelagia’s work ethic is one more sign that she and Piper are only half-siblings. She chose a crunched jeep and built a small version of Stan’s spindly Waltzing Matilda, with wire-spoke wheels for tires forty-four inches diameter and four inches wide. She put worm gears in the 4×4 drivetrain, steam-formed a wood open body, and added a simple frame for the ragtop. She likes to drive rough terrain. Twenty-inch clearance makes her nimble Proteus pretty good there.

Tobias, the musical little brother of musical twin aunties Talia and Tanya, is nuts. Or is he? His coax-blade steam autogyro flies but its range and capacity are limited. It is just enough to carry him, a mandolin, and a small bag to the Lake Arrowhead airstrip and those Russian sisters. Twins, sure. And they sing.

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Like I said, we play games on FallDay and other holidays. This FallDay, six of we olders decided to play sex games away from the Rancho. We fit easily in Callista’s minivan Penny. Callista let visiting Zane drive the gravel road past Giant Rock; she crouched between the seats and sucked his penis en-route. He was pretty steady. In back, Pelagia sucked her twin Piper and my mouth was on visiting Ashur’s big black guy. They were our half-brothers so it was okay.

We reached a flat spur sheltered by tall mesquite-sprouting boulder piles, and spread a thick soft ground cloth. Our sex game was pretty simple – spin the screw-top wine bottle. Take a swig, spin it, and go down on the target for one minute. Then two minutes. Then however long it took. And then the next bottle, and fuck or 69 with the victim.

Zane was the designated driver so he only got cola, poor guy. Well, some of us took pity and blew some swigs of wine into him. He stayed pretty steady. His penis and semen felt good inside me. All the guys did. (Ashur was bigger but not necessarily better.) Everyone’s tongues worked, too. Nobody whined about my efforts so I guess I did okay.

Yes, it was all a game, and everybody won. Those are the best games.

We returned to the Rancho before sunset. Either the arrival alarm did not ring or security overrode it because we are obviously family. We parked in front and left our outerwear at the door. We reached the domed pool – and the adults were playing sex games, too. Maybe they just ignored the alarm.

I guess they were not worried about Uncle-Daddy Stan’s supersperm that auntie Mariana ranted – I mean warned – about because most of the women were taking one-minute penis rides on reclining Stan and uncles Larry, Dov, Lazlo, Newt, and Felipe. Langdon and Mateo were there too, the lucky dogs.

It was like phallic musical chairs with no losers.

Auntie Megan played her melodica, aunties Kaylee and Nikki sang, and their infernally angelic music drove everyone mad with lust. They stopped every minute or so for each penis to have a new vagina dropped on it. Women not fucking at the moment fed their boobs to the laid-back men. It looked like fun.

We six exchanged glances. Ashur, Piper, and Zane lay on empty lounges, erections aimed skyward. Waiting women flocked to them. Callista, Pelagia, and I fed our boobs to whatever mouth wanted us and we let ourselves be fingered and licked, but I knew we did not want to risk supersperm. Not yet. Maybe Callista has a plan for us to safely fuck Stan later. She always has plans.

Our moms and aunties licked us. They knew just how to please their girls.

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The adults and we olders were well-sucked and -fucked but clean and tidy by dinnertime. Aunties Kaylee and Nikki had mercifully quit their erotic singing. The community kids had gone home. Our 16’s and 17’s had done well on kitchen duty, making good food and plenty of it. The youngers had cleaned and set the tables on our picnic area’s thick turf, tables that formed a big U. Bug lanterns chased the sunset.

Uncle Daddy Archduke Stanley Kamehameha Ovshinsky stood at his place at the bottom of the U of tables; superstar singers Nikki Krishnon and Kaylee Yakamura stood at the ends. The other mostly-naked dozens of our family kept their seats. Stan spent about fortytwo seconds saying how good it was to be here this FallDay, one of our four biggest holidays. Then his baritone, and Kaylee’s soprano, and Nikki’s mezzo voices joined to work magic on Aloha Oe. We all cried before digging into the food, drink, and family chatter.

Tobias will be just eighteen by WinterDay. I bet Callista has a plan for him.

The End? For now.

Author’s note: This story by Hypoxia Smurf is copyright (c) 2018. I try to get details right, even what I invent. Constructive comments, fantasies, and bribes are desired. If you like this tale, join the 1% and VOTE!

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