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Celsi looked at the clock. An hour left: time too much! She flopped onto her bed, and tried not to think of her lie; of her secret. Celsi was going to a party. It had been tough enough to get her parents to allow that, but when they had learned that it was an all-girls slumber party – quite the contrary of the expected reaction – they’d seemed even more fervant that she not go.

It had been her sister who had been instrumental in the plot. Honey knew exactly what Celsi was up to, and only wanted the best for her. Since the beginning of her menstrual cycle when she had been 10, the only person in whom Celsi felt she could confide had been her sibling. It was quite strange, actually, considering Honey’s physical nature.

“What are they going to do, Mom, have an orgy?” Honey had asked in Celsi’s defence, then turned to Celsi and said, “don’t forget my camcorder.”

“They may very well,” Giovanni had said, only half-joking. Honey had smiled, recalling the pictures of her father’s she’d accidentally come across.

“Not everyone was as wild as you were, Dad,” she said, now stifling a sneering smile.

Now it was Anna’s turn. “Do these girls smoke hemp?”

“O’h, y’ better be careful, Celsi. Pot’s evil. It’ll kill you, or turn you into Satan, or something,” Honey had said, looking directly at Anna; from behind Celsi, she’d shaken her head.

“Darren, would you please leave us to talk this over with Celsi?” asked Giovanni seethingly calmly.

“I don’t see why I should. She can’t defend herself against you, you won’t let her. She needs her brother, doesn’t she?” Honey had caught Celsi’s glance as she had called herself her brother. Celsi knew how much it hurt Honey every time she had to say someting like that, and was grateful that she did.

“Look, all I’m saying is it’s hypocritical. You can’t tell her she’s not allowed to do things you’ve done already. So what if she experiments with pot, Mom? She’ll know it for what it is. It’s better than living her life in ignorance, isn’t it? Don’t you want her to expand her mind? She’ll be fine! Even if she only does it once.”

“I’m not gonna smoke pot!” It was the only thing that Celsi had said. Honey smiled, knowing what Celsi would find out.

Celsi’s heart continued it’s barrage on her rib cage as she impatiently watched the clock, waiting for her time to leave. She flipped open her sax case, and assembled it. Wild progressive variations on a theme by Mozart were flung from the bell, as she tried to release the butterflies in her stomach. Would she actually get away with this?

*knock knock knock* Shit! she thought, and ceased her improv. Daddy at the door: “Cel, could you keep it down?”

“Sorry!” Her father hated progressive jazz.

Lily lit the last candle in her mind. There was too much time left; she would end up pacing for an hour if she didn’t do something soon. She sat on her bed and took calming breaths that were of no use. Every time she tried to clear her mind, a thought of Celsi would enter. Soon, Celsi would arrive, and a new realm of life that Lily had never thought possible would be open to her. Her thoughts raced, her head swam, and she felt faint. She nurtured the thoughts of Celsi in her head. The short blonde curls danced about her face as she played; she took her clothes off and sat in a chair, blue eyes sparkling; they lay together, touching, kissing.

Lily lifted the skirt of her dress, and rubbed her hand gently over her mound, easing the pressure. She sighed, frustrated; there was no time for that, she must prepare herself. Getting up, she checked the lasagne, lit the incense, turned out the lights, and began pacing. She couldn’t think how she’d even begin to eat with her heart racing like this, and her loins were beginning to heat up again.

She checked the clock. Still another half-hour. Lily paced the room a few more times, and stopped at the window. In the past five minutes, a snow storm had flown from the depths of the sky, and was now raging. She sighed.

Celsi jumped skittighly at the sound of the telephone. Soon Honey was at her door, calling that it was her call. She (of course) picked up.

“Hello?” she said tentatively.

The voice that answered sent a wave of relief, and beautiful nervous tension coursing through her body, “Hi, Celsi. It’s Lily.”

She giggled nervously. “I know.”

“Good. It’s really snowing. Would you like me to come and pick you up, so you don’t have to walk all that way?”

“Thank you so much!”

“Oh, it’s not a problem at all,” Alanya Masaj Salonu said Lily.

Celsi hesitated before she said, “Lily?”

“Yes?”

“Would you come and get me now? I have to get out of here.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll be over in a flash.”

As Celsi lay down the receiver, once again, the butterflies returned to her stomach. She paced nervously, her mind racing with her heart. She felt as if she would faint, or else have an orgasm on the spot. Lily was so intensely wonderfully beautiful; an angel or some higher being. She fell on her bed, and thought of Lily coming to rescue her from her mundane life, her strange parents, and conservative small-town high school; from her fear that someday someone would find out; from her equally present fear that no one would ever find out.

Suddenly overcome, Celsi wrung her hands in frustration, and tried not to cry out. A tear formed in her eye, and she quickly wiped it away. Taking a number of deep breaths, she looked into her vanity mirror. There was a masquera smudge from her eye to her temple.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Enter Honey.

“Something wrong?” she asked, knowing full-well. Celsi turned to her sister with more tears in her eyes. “Don’t cry!” warned Honey, rushing to hold her. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Look, we’ll get you cleaned up, and then you can go. Don’t worry. Everything’s fine. Don’t cry,” she soothed. “Deep breaths.”

Honey felt Celsi relax in her arms. “Okay?” she asked.

“Okay,” whispered Celsi, “but Lily’s coming to pick me up now.”

“Then we’ll have to do an efficient job. Come,” instructed her sister.

Lily took a deep breath. This was it; the moment of truth. With a silent prayer to Freya, she knocked at the door. She heard the sound of four feet racing to open the door. Honey got there first.

“Hello, you must be Lily,” she said. “Won’t you come in?”

Lily entered and saw Celsi finishing bundling for the cold. At the sight of her love, it was impossible for her to keep the stupid smile off her face. Quickly she glanced at Honey.

“Are you Honey?” asked Lily. Honey put a finger to her lips, and nodded. Lily went on at a whisper, “Celsi says all sorts of wonderful things about her big sister. But she didn’t tell me everything. A lot of things make sense now.” Celsi was ready and joined Lily at the door.

“Ready?” asked Honey. Celsi nodded. “Watch your drinks. Make sure no one puts anything in them.” Honey winked at Lily, causing her smile to widen. “And if you smell marijuana, make sure you get some.” Then she whispered, “Good luck and blessed be.”

“Bye Mom and Dad!” called Celsi as she left the house.

“Bye, Celsi!” called her mom. “Be home by …” The door slammed shut.

During the drive, Lily looked over to the fidgeting Celsi. “I’m nervous too,” she said. Celsi looked into her eyes, and moved her lips as if to say something, but was speechless.

“I really don’t know how to act!” said Lily. “I mean, this is my first time with a woman, too.”

“Can we not talk about this?” Celsi pleaded nervously.

“Sure.” We won’t talk, but communicate in other ways. Lily smiled at Celsi. “I understand.”

Another wave of relief washed over Celsi. At least she’s not neurotic.

Lily was nervous for the entire drive. Never before had such a scent pervaded her nostrils. She almost forgot where she lived, and frequently had to remind herself to keep her eyes on the road. What could she say to Celsi? They had all kinds of things in common, she knew this, but what could she possibly say? Music: Berio? Satie? Bjork? Films: Spielburg? Egoyan? Lucas? Literature: Erotic? Sci-fi? Mystery Horror? Sex. Food. They had all kinds of interests in common. Why would nothing come to her mouth?

Lily’s house was nice and warm, and quite dim. The scent of rose oil played in Celsi’s nose, causing her to relax and take in the view. Lily had removed her coat, and now stood in her dress. She was a slight girl, slender and small, slim about the face, but taller than Celsi. Her curled black hair hung loosely past her shoulders, which the dress bared. Her pink lips shone in the candlelight, and her eyes smiled as Celsi gazed into them, and quickly looked away.

Her gaze was drawn to Lily’s cleavage. The slender girl had smaller breasts than Celsi’s own, but they were smooth and soft, and perfectly rounded. Now, Celsi noticed that the bodice of Lily’s dress looked as though it belonged in Renaissance Italy. So much of her Alanya Masöz Escort cleavage was revealed that Celsi imagined she could see, in the dim, the very top of Lily’s nipple, but she quickly dismissed it and looked at the lilies patterned on the bodice.

At the same time, Lily was looking at Celsi. Her blonde hair bounced in natural ringlets on her shoulders. Spaghetti straps held up a plain black dress, which looked fit for a formal high school dance. It was short and revealed much of Celsi’s fine legs. Not at all a dress suited to the weather, but Lily was Celsi’s amour not her mother, and so didn’t comment. Bare arms, and bare legs; Lily smiled to herself at the sexiness of her love, and caught the girl gazing at her breasts.

Finally, Lily broke the silence. “I think this is where I say, ‘You look lovely tonight, my dear.'” Celsi smiled, and blushed. “And then you say, ‘Thank you Lily, but you look far more beautiful.'”

Yeah, that, thought Celsi, seriously.

“And then I say, ‘Oh no! It’s you who look beautiful.’ But we’re not going to go through that. Have a look around while I put the finishing touches on dinner.”

Though the bachelor apartment was dimly lit, Celsi could make out the bed and couch across the way from the door she was standing at. Celsi took her time in walking around, and exploring. In the center of the room was the dining table, where two red candles were lit, providing the only real light in the room. Lily must have spent hours on the napkins; they were folded like doves on the two place settings. The “kitchen” portion of the room was tiled black and white. Beside the fridge was a counter which housed a micorwave oven, a sandwich maker, and the sink. To the left of the counter stood an old gas stove and oven. Clesi could make out a covered aluminum dish in the oven.

The bathroom looked like it had been a walk-in closet; it had a sliding door, and was rather claustrophobic. A tiny shower stall stood to the left of the “entrance.” Celsi thought to herself how terribly difficult it was going to be for her ever to use this bathroom.

As the soft sounds of Satie’s piano works began to float around the apartment, Celsi turned to look at Lily, but Lily was already behind her. She gasped, and inhaled the perfume from Lily’s long, cygnacious neck. Without a word, Lily smiled into her love’s eyes, and stroked her cheek. Celsi closed her eyes, took another deep breath. She felt soft, warm, moist lips press against her own dry, cracked lips, and was suddenly ashamed of the state of them.

“Komm,” said Lily. “das Essen ist fertig.” She took Celsi by the hand, and placed her in her chair.

As they laughed and joked with each other, their tension dissipated, and their affections flowed more freely. When Lily looked into Celsi’s eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. Celsi, still bashful, would turn her head away and blush furiously, which caused Lily to laugh inside. Celsi felt at home, though, like she’d never felt anywhere. Lily seemed to be so much more than just another girl, and her smile was so warm and welcoming, as it stretched over her small mouth.

After they ate, they watched Lily’s tape of The Vagina Monologues from the couch at the foot of the bed. They laughed at “My Angry Vagina,” and cried in each other’s arms at “My Vagina, My Village.” Lily watched Celsi’s eyes grow wide at the range of orgasms described by one women. After the show, the girls turned to talk; their eyes met and Lily’s heart skipped a beat. Celsi’s eyes, watery and blue, were so deep and inviting; her lip trembled as she stared into Lily’s dark eyes.

As if pushed from behind by a gentle, but powerful hand, their heads glided closer until their lips touched. Emotion churned inside each of them as their lips pressed against each other. Celsi instictively touched Lily’s face, and Lily drew delicate designs on Celsi’s back.

Celsi stopped, “I’m only 18 …”

“I know,” Lily interrupted. “But, we’re not going to.” At this Celsi nodded, and slumped onto Lily’s shoulder. Tugging on Celsi, Lily got up, and lay on her bed, drawing Celsi to lie with her. They lay facing each other, and kissed again.

“Oh, Lily,” sighed Celsi as their lips parted, and they embraced, “I don’t ever want to leave.”

“Then stay here, the night. I have a pair of pyjamas that are really comfortable to sleep in, you can use anything of mine, except my toothbrush, but I have a spare one …”

“My parents would never let me.” Celsi sighed deeply, and flopped Alanya Öğrenci Escort her head onto the pillow as Lily took a quick look out the window.

“It’s not safe to drive anymore; it’s not safe to walk; you can’t fly home. Call your parents; tell them we’re all staying.”

“What?” asked Celsi.

“You’re supposed to be at a party, remember? Just call your parents.”

“Oh, yeah!” Celsi called her parents. “They actually sounded pleased!”

“I thought they might,” said Lily, and she pulled Celsi back to her. Now, Celsi was smiling brilliantly, looking into her girlfriend’s eyes. Lily’s smile smoldered as she brought her lips to press against Celsi’s again. Celsi lay back in ecstacy, and Lily began drawing designs on her face, her fingers brushing lightly over Celsi’s skin, finally stopping at the rose that was her mouth.

Celsi’s lips parted slightly, and Lily ran her middle finger in between them. All of Celsi tingled at the touch of Lily’s soft fingers on her lips, and she sucked air into her mouth, pulling Lily’s finger deeper, and licking it. Lily smiled, and withdrew her finger.

Celsi looked with half-open eyes at the goddess who had just touched her. “That was hot,” she said, and immediately felt stupid. How romantic! “That was hot?!” Pathetic!

“It was, wasn’t it. We’d better throw a bucket of cold water on this, or else we’ll break the law.” Celsi reluctantly nodded her head. They decided, instead to watch Better Than Chocolate.

“It’s one of my all-time favourite movies,” said Lily afterward.

“I really liked the soundtrack. Great numbers.” Lily nodded. “Do you think we could do ‘Julie Christy’ with the band?”

“Well, I don’t know if Julie Christy would be up for an orgy.”

“What?” Then she got it, and rolled her eyes at Lily’s sheepish smile.

“It’s getting late,” said Lily as Celsi yawned.

“But, I don’t want to go to bed yet,” protested Celsi.

“Let’s go to bed, and talk until one of us falls asleep,” suggested Lily, and she got up to get Celsi her pyjamas. Celsi changed in the washroom, and examined herself in the mirror. Her nipples stuck out at her; she was embarassed by the way the tight fabric made her body react, but couldn’t keep from rubbing her thighs together as she brushed her teeth, and washed her face.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Lily was seated in the Lotus position, on her bed. She wore a light blue t-shirt, and a pair of white panties, and was looking at her. “Cold?” she asked, smling devilishly. Celsi blushed and shied away. “I’m sorry,” she said, “let me play with your hair to make it up,” and she rolled her fingers at Celsi in a beckoning motion. As if on wings, Celsi floated over to her, and sat on the bed in front of her.

“How long,” began Lily, as she strung hair about her fingers, “has it been since someone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Celsi tried to think of ever having been called beautiful. She coudln’t, and said so.

“Never?!” Lily was genuinely shocked. Her fingers left Celsi’s curls and embraced her around the waist. “I want you to listen to me,” she said, “Celsi Aurora diMarco, you are beautiful, and have a very attractive body, besides. No matter what happens, I want you to remember that. Okay?”

Celsi nodded, and blushed again, but Lily just went back to playing with her hair. “And you have lovely hair.”

Celsi giggled, and sighed as Lily’s fingers prodded at her scalp, and sent wave after wave of relief over Celsi’s entire body.

“I think you really needed this tonight,” said Lily.

“I think I’ve been needing this for some time,” said Celsi, boldly.

“Me too.” There was an awkward pause.

“Lily?”

“Yes, my sweet?”

“Are there really that many kinds of orgasms?”

“I think there are more kinds than in The Vagina Monologues. Tell you what,” she said, resting her head on Celsi’s.

“What?”

“Someday, we’ll discover them all, okay? You and me.”

Celsi felt warm wet tension in her loins. “Okay,” she breathed.

When they both yawned, Celsi said, “I think I would like to get into bed.”

“Okay,” said Lily, and getting up she kissed Celsi’s forehead, “I’ll take the couch.”

Without thinking Celsi said, “No.”

“No?” asked Lily. Celsi shook her head shyly.

“You want the couch?” asked Lily, to be sure. Again, Celsi shook her head. Holding back a gigantic grin, Lily embraced Celsi again, and scooted her off the bed. She pulled down the covers and slid underneath. Celsi watched as her girlfriend slid her soft smooth legs between the opening of the sheets. Lily held a hand out for Celsi, which was accepted, and Celsi slid her body into bed as well. Entwined in each other’s arms, with each other’s scents playing about the air, the two girls fell into a blissful slumber amid the raging storm.

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My Mother, My Whore Ch. 05

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Morning arrived and the anticipation waiting for my cousins to arrive was nerve wracking, for both me and my mother.

My mom was dressed slutty, as usual. She had on a short micro mini, that barely covered her ass, no panties, light black stockings, garter belt, ankle strap “fuck me” spiked heels and a pushup bra that exposed nearly all of her big, juicy, forty inch chest. Her hair was all teased up and she had on a heavy coat of makeup, with shiny lip gloss over her luscious cocksucking lips and a light scent of perfume. She totally looked the part of a whore. My cousin Eddie was gonna go crazy when he saw how slutty my mother was dressed.

I told my mother to go upstairs, and I’d bring her down when they arrived, so she could make a grand entrance.

The doorbell finally rang and I greeted my cousins at the door and told them to have a seat in the living room. Eddie told me he couldn’t believe all the things that Andy was telling him and how lucky I was to be fucking my mother for the last four years. I told him that he was going to get to experience it first hand now himself, so let me go upstairs and get my mom and we’d get started. Eddie said he could hardly wait.

When I went up to get my mother, I told her that after I introduced her, I wanted her to come dancing into the living room for us, and to put on a really good show. She said that first she was gonna call Eddie over and give him a good kiss to welcome him and make him feel more at ease and to ease her nerves, too. I told her whatever made her comfortable and we headed downstairs.

The steps leading downstairs are not visible from the living room, so when we got to the bottom of the stairs, I told my mom to wait there and not to come into the room, until I put on some music and introduced her. I put on the music and then began my introduction.

With the music playing, I said, “Guy’s, especially you Eddie, the newest member of our little group, I’d like to introduce the hottest mother, and to you guy’s, the hottest aunt on the planet, and as you’ll see Eddie, one of the biggest slut’s you’ve ever seen in your life and probably one of the hottest fucks you’ll ever have, too. So without further ado, here she is, My Mother, Your Aunt, Our Whore.”

With that, my mother came dancing into the room, and I watched Eddie, as he feasted his eyes upon my mother’s provocative outfit, and hot body. His eyes bulged out of his head, his jaw dropped and his mouth opened and he mumbled out, “Wow, Holy Shit!!”

My mother smiled and said, “So you like the way I look Eddie, you like my body?” Eddie replied, “What’s not to like, you look outrageous. I wouldn’t have believed it, if I didn’t see it for myself.”

My mom answered, “Oh, so you’re ready to fuck me then, right?”

After a stunned silence for a few seconds, I guess shocked by my mother’s boldness, Eddie stammered out, “Umm.. yeah, of course.”

My Beylikdüzü Ukraynalı Escort mom then said, “Well, then come over here and give your aunt a big kiss.”

With that Eddie got up from the sofa, my mother and him embraced and began tongue kissing. My mother then told Eddie to feel up her body, with his hands. Eddie began rubbing up my mother’s tits and ass, then my mom told him to sit back down and watch as she danced for us.

My mother then started moving sexily to the music, which evolved into a lewd, sleazy, tease dance, which had all of us cheering her on. I finally told the guy’s to let’s go up and surround her and for all of us to begin feeling up her body all over, with our hands.

We did that, and before you knew it my mother was writhing in ecstasy, with her arms flailing over her head, as six hands groped her body from head to toe. I removed her bra and now her massive tits were exposed to Eddie for the very first time. I told Eddie to start sucking my mother’s tits.

He went crazy on them, sucking and squeezing them like a wild man. I then began rubbing up my mother’s pussy, with my hand and Andy began tongue kissing with my mother.

It didn’t take long for my mother to explode into a cunt pumping, screaming orgasm.

It was now our turn. I suggested that we all go upstairs into my bedroom and begin the festivities. Once in my room, I told my mother to strip out of all her clothes and then put her spiked heels back on, after she removed her stockings. As we all watched, she did that and then we all took our clothes off, too.

I then told my mother to kneel on the floor, and all three of us formed a circle standing around her and she began taking turns sucking our cock’s, until she had made each one of us cum in her mouth.

The next thing we did was to lay my mother down on the bed and each one of us took turns performing a different activity, sucking my mother’s tits, eating her pussy out and having her suck a cock, all at the same time, until we put my mother through a series of multiple screaming orgasms. It was now time to fuck my mother.

I told Eddie that he could have the honors, as this was his first time with my mother.

He quickly mounted my mother, and sunk his huge cock into my mother’s pussy and began fucking her pussy. Eddie has the biggest cock of all of us, as it’s at least ten inches and thick. I knew my mother was enthralled by it, by the way she was sucking his cock when we first started.

My mother was beside herself, urging Eddie on to fuck her harder and deeper. Eddie responded by furiously pounding my mother’s pussy, as his balls slapped against her ass and their bodies slammed together.

Andy and I were just watching, urging both of them on, until Eddie screamed out that he was gonna cum and I told him to pull out and cum all over my Beylikdüzü Üniversiteli Escort mother’s tits. After he completely soaked her tits, with a huge load of creamy cum, my mother lewdly began scooping up as much cum as she could, with her hands, then licking them clean with her tongue.

It was then me and Andy’s turn to fuck my mother. I told Eddie to just sit back and watch, as Andy and I doubled teamed my mother. We showed Eddie how slutty my mother really was, as we fucked her in every way possible, including a DP (double penetration) fuck. Eddie was stroking his cock as he watched us and I eventually made him join us and he shot his load all over my mother’s face.

We took a short lunch break after that, and my mom freshened herself up by taking a quick shower, just running her body, not her head, under the water, so not to mess up her hair. She also redid her makeup and just put her mini, bra and spiked heels back on. She was ready for our afternoon session.

Once we restarted, for the next three consecutive hours that followed, we completely used my mother like the whore she is. We triple teamed her, taking turns doing everything to her imaginable, at the same time. She was like a bitch in heat.

We were calling her all sorts of vulgar names and she was answering back in kind. There wasn’t one second that a cock wasn’t in her pussy, ass or mouth. My mother was in a constant state of ecstasy and I can’t tell you how many times she came, but a few times she almost appeared to be at the point of passing out. We had given my mother the fucking of her life and she loved it.

The rest of the summer was one big fuckfest on my mother. We were triple teaming her and also fucking her on an individual basis, too. She definitely was getting her fill of cock.

Once school started again, we did manage a few triple teams, but it was mostly Andy and I doubling teaming my mother, as we were both in college and our schedules allowed us plenty of free time. Eddie used to take days off from school to fuck my mother, as my mother would write him his excuse notes and he’d also drop over after school for a quickie fuck, from time to time.

I won’t go into full explicit detail, as it would take me much too long to put it all down on paper, so use your imagination, but over the course of the next year, until I graduated college, the three of us used my mother’s body, in almost every way possible, we did everything to her.

We fucked her in all positions, tit fucked her, ass fucked her, DP’d her to death, deposited loads of cum in her mouth and all over her entire body, tied her up, gave her spankings, used sex toys on her and played kinky role playing sex games with her. One of our favorite games was our three on one “rape” of her, where we acted like intruders and held her hostage and ripped her clothes off, tied her up Beylikdüzü Vip Escort and forced her to have sex with us. She loved that one, too, as she knew that nothing bad was really gonna happen to her.

The only thing that we didn’t do with her together was give her a “golden shower”. My mother and I had reserved that for our private sessions and still do.

My mother was our total kinky slut, the fantasy woman of our lives and she was loving every minute of it. She couldn’t get enough. She was always telling us how much she loved what we were doing to her and wished she could spend all night with us, too.

I remember thinking to myself, that my mother was turning into a nymphomaniac, right before my very eyes. All she was thinking and talking about to me was sex related. We didn’t speak about anything else really. All she talked about was fucking, sucking and more fucking. What had I created? I was about to find out!

I graduated college and started looking for a full time job and found one within a month. Andy got a full time job during the summer, which ended up with him having to work part-time during the next school year on that job, too. Eddie graduated high school and he had to get a full time job, as he wasn’t attending college in the fall.

Of course, all of that meant we couldn’t fuck my mother as much.

So my mother went from being constantly fucked to almost nothing, as far as steady everyday individual and group fucking went. I still fucked her every chance I got, as did Andy and Eddie, but it wasn’t the same.

After being accustomed to a steady diet of fucking during the weekdays, my mother all of a sudden had a void in her life. Well, she would fill that void within six months.

So I guess now you know the inevitable happened next.

If you remember, I mentioned earlier that my mother had remarked to me, that she probably would try out other cock’s in the future.

Well, for my mother, the future was now. It was time to swing!!

So my mother went out on her own and got herself some cock to fuck during the day.

I remember the day she called me on the phone at work and told me that she had something very important to tell me and wanted me to come right home after work.

When I got home from work, she said that she hoped I wouldn’t be mad at her, as she didn’t want to keep any secrets from me. She told me, that since Andy, Eddie and I, had started working, she had been feeling super horny all day long and it was getting to her.

Then she confessed to me, that she had started having an affair with another man.

And boy, was I ever surprised, when she told me who she had started fucking for.

End of Part 5 (to be continued)

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My Husband’s Family Ch. 05

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Georgie leaned down and began to lick and suck up his own cum. As he did so, he watched Daddy’s cock grow and leak precum. He moved his head and licked the drop of precum from Daddy’s cock. Daddy stopped him and pushed him away. “Let me cum on you Georgie….just lean back and watch.”

As we drive up the mountain and Georgie tells me about the summer of his 19th year and his sex education. As I listen to his telling me about licking his cum off Daddy’s belly I am overcome with the image of the two men kissing passionately and then jerking off onto each other.

“Georgie, that is making me so hot. After kissing, what did Daddy have you learn next,” I inquire.

“Baby, he said good kissing gets a woman’s attention and relaxes her. But to get her interested in more, you need to become intimate with her breasts. Her nipples are directly connected to her clitoris, so spend a lot of time loving on them.”

“Kaye, I had never looked at my mother in a sexual way until my “education” by Daddy began. Daddy kept telling me..subliminally…what he was teaching me was what she liked and giving me a description of her magnificent breasts and nipples.”

Georgie’s mother was well aware of what he and Daddy were doing. As she worked around the house or in the kitchen, she would see Georgie showing a new interest in her. Watching her, looking for the curve of her breast and the outline of her nipples. Just knowing he was watching her closely was arousing.

At dinner, when she leaned over to put food on the table, she brushed his cheek with her nipple. She felt him freeze as she dragged her nipple across his cheek and ear. This made her a little hot and she decided to crank up the teasing.

She sat across the table from Georgie, so before she sat down again, she went into the bathroom and opened her blouse two buttons and shortened the straps on her bra pulling up her 38 DD melons. She sat down at the table and kept her arms pressed against the sides of her breasts, creating more cleavage. Her efforts were not lost on Georgie or Daddy.

So the week of learning about proper breast play began. After the boys Beylikdüzü Fetiş Escort showered and dried off, they moved again to the bench. Daddy began to kiss Georgie, a sort of review of last week’s lesson. Georgie began to breath heavily and Daddy moved his hand toward Georgies chest. With his hand open, Daddy lightly rubbed his palm on Georgie’s nipple. Rubbing in circles, first one nipple and then the other. He drew his fingers across Georgie’s breasts ending at the nipples. The nipples were coming to attention and Daddy leaned over and licked each nipple. He pulled away and blew softly on Georgie’s nipples. They popped and Georgie moaned.

Just wait…Daddy smiled to himself.

Daddy began to make circles with his wet stiff tongue around each nipple. The he grasped one breast and began squeezing and kneading it. He flattened his tongue and began to lick Georgie’s breast getting closer to his nipple. Daddy pursed his mouth and began to lightly suck on Georgie’s nipple as he continued to knead and squeeze his other breast. He rhymically sucked his nipple and dropped one hand to Georgies hip. When Daddy began to suck his breast in earnest, George gasped and began to moan.

Georgie’s sister Deedee has been at college and came home for the rest of the summer and took a correspondence course. Deedee had a high libido and would sometimes prowl around the house looking for something new to fuck herself with.

This particular day, she wandered into Georgie’s room which overlooked the yard where the outdoor shower was. She heard a sound from outside, it was almost a moan. She walked over to the window and leaned over to look. What she saw made her snap her head away from the window. Her heart was pounding and she felt and instant sexual rush.

“My god, what am I looking at? I swear, it looked like Daddy and Georgie are naked sitting on the bench with Daddy sucking Georgie’s tits!” Deedee leaned over the window again and slowly moved her head until she could see what they were doing.

Daddy was licking and sucking one nipple of Georgies as he squeezed and molded Georgies Beylikdüzü Gecelik Escort other breast. Her heart began to pound as she looked at their cocks. Both of them were aroused and hard. Oh mannnnn, seeing the hard cocks of her Daddy and hot brother was a dream come true. She stood and watched, feeling her panties getting wet. And then she saw them sort of shift their weight and Georgie leaned in to Daddy and began to lick and suck his nipples.

She felt a lightning strike to her clitoris and knew she had to masturbate right then. She pulled off her clothes and stood by the window feeling and squeezing her breasts the same way Georgie was feeling Daddys. She tried to suck her nipple, lifted one leg high and put it on the bedside table so she could stroke her clitoris. She got so agitated, she knocked over the table and the lamp and clock crashed to the floor.

She pulled back from the window, afraid the boys had heard her and would see her invasion of their intimate moment. But they didn’t miss a beat and Georgie continued suckling Daddy’s titties.

Deedee resumed masturbating and was totally wrapped up in the sensations so didn’t notice that someone had come into the room and was watching her.

She heard breathing behind her and she whipped around, one breast in her hand where she had been sucking her nipple and the other hand in her pussy.

“Oh GOD!! MOM, what are you doing in Georgie’s room?” She hushed herself so she wouldn’t catch the attention of the boys.

“Well, Deedee, I might ask you the same thing. I heard something fall and came up to investigate. Tell me why are you in here and naked?”

“Mom, quietly come over here. I don’t know what is going on, but it has made me sooooo hot. It’s Daddy and Georgie! They are still naked after their shower and are licking and sucking each other’s tits as if the other were a girl! Come here and look.”

Deedee moved aside as her voluptuous mother moved to the window to catch a peek. She was unprepared for the effect that two naked men would have on her.

“Oh my god, this must be Georgie’s Beylikdüzü Genç Escort sex education. It looks like they are on breasts and nipples. oOOooooo Daddy is teaching Georgie how to worship a woman and I see he is teaching him what I like. It’s making me so hot to watch.”

One hand strayed to her breast and she lightly rubber her fingers over a nipple, making it hard.

Deedee was suddenly curious what Georgie was doing that Mommy liked, so she moved close to Mommy so they could watch together. Deedee began to knead and massage her own breast the same way Georgie was doing Daddy’s.

“Ooo, I wish those lips were on my nipples” Mommy said as she watched Georgie lick and suck Daddy’s nipples. She moaned, starting to massage her big tits. She looked at Deedee’s naked body right next to her. The smell of Deedee’s arousal make her begin to leak arousal fluid.

Deedee looked at her mother and openly continued to masturbate her pussy.

“Mom. Let me do you. Georgie is doing Daddy and you said he is doing all the things you like. I can tell you are horny, let me worship your big mommy breasts. Sit in this chair so you can see the boys. Tell me what Georgie is doing and I’ll do the same for you. Mommy, I love you and would love to pleasure you.”

Mommy lowered herself into the chair and positioned herself so she could see the boys. She looked at Deedee and rubbed her breasts, pushing them in accentuating the cleavage. She ran her fingers down the front of her blouse, stopping at the first button. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. She loved how attentive Deedee was, focused on her fingers. When the buttons were finished, she slowly opened her blouse. She could hear the wet sounds of Deedee masturbating her wet pussy. Oh that sound made her own pussy wet.

She dropped her blouse and began to undo her front clasp bra. She unhooked the four hooks and pealed each bra cup away. Her DD’s free now, she shook her shoulders and her giant breasts swung side to side. Deedee looked like she was going to faint.

“Mmmmmm feels so good to get out of that bra. It’s so uncomfortable.” She lifted a giant melon in each hand and then let them drop. She massaged her breasts, squeezing and rubbing. And then she took a nipple into her mouth and looked into Deedee’s eyes inviting her to come closer.

“Deedee sit on this stool and I will tell you what Georgie is doing to Daddy and then you can do the same to me.”

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Writers note: This is a real story. Of course, the names are changed. It is about a woman that I met and had an affair with. This first half of this chapter is a little heavy on the dialogue, but I feel it is important to set the stage for what happens later in this and the other chapters. There is little bit of very tame bathroom play as well in here. On a scale of 1 to 10, for that kind of play, at best it ranks 1 and probably is closer to a .5. It does get a little more involved as the story progresses through the other chapters. If you don’t like reading about that sort of play, well don’t read this. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Chapter 1.

Eight years ago, I met Pam on-line. She had posted a fairly tame ad on one of the adult personal sites, but like most women, she soon got overwhelmed with responses. Most of which being the, “how soon do you want to get together and fuck?” variety. I sent her an email through the site and said that I just wanted to talk and to get to know her a little better. It took about a week but she finally emailed me back. A couple of emails passed between us over the next few days. She seemed comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t trying to drag her into bed right away. I got her on ICQ, which was the instant messaging program, that was popular back then.

For the first week, we just talked about anything and everything, except for sex. She was married, I was married, but you know how the story goes. She told me that she worked afternoon shift as a medical secretary at one of the local hospitals. That left her mornings free to chat. She had three kids, 14, 16, and 18, all still in school. I told her about mine as well. She couldn’t get on-line on the weekends, because of husband and kids being around.

The next Monday, I saw her come on line and sent my usual “good morning” message.

She typed back “Good morning to you”.

We chatted for a little while about what went on over the weekend, then she typed, “I have a question for you?”

I sent back, “sure, what?”

“How come you haven’t asked how big my boobs are yet? That seemed to be the first thing that everyone else was interested in?” was the reply.

I typed, “well, I didn’t want to be too pushy and I figured we would get around to that, sooner or later.”

She sent back, “oh, okay.”

Then another one came, before I could reply, “38D.”

I said “nice and thank you.”

“You are welcome,” she replied and then “and no, I’m not shaved either”.

I sent back, “LOL, I guess you got asked that a lot, as well.”

She replied, “yes. Does that bother you?”

I said “I prefer shaved or well trimmed, but to be perfectly honest, it isn’t a big deal with me.”

She sent back, “that’s good.”

And another “anything else you want to know?”

I shot back “really bushy?” with a smiley at the end.

“Really bushy!” was the reply with a smiley in return.

“Sounds real nice to me!” was my answer.

And on it went. That day and for the rest of the week. Each day, the conversation got a little more intimate. She told me about her husband and how sex with him, which was never great to begin with, had gotten pretty mundane.

“Once or twice a month for a couple of minutes and that is it,” she wrote.

I asked back, “do you climax?”

After a little hesitation, she replied, “yes, after he falls asleep.”

I wrote back, “well that seems to happen with a lot of the women I have talked to.”

“Are you seeing any now?” was her next question.

“No,” I said, “it’s been about 6 months.”

“And your wife?” she asked.

“I said if I’m lucky if I get it once a month and it’s more like every other month. It is a battle to get there and then I have to listen to her bitch about afterwards,” was my reply.

“I’m sorry,” she wrote.

I sent back, “we both have our problems.”

She said, “yes we do.”

We exchanged non-nude pictures that week as well. She was your average mom type, 40 years old, about 160 lbs. but from what I could see in the photo, nicely distributed. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair. Average looks, but I wasn’t going to win any best of show awards in that department, either.

On Friday, while looking for something new to talk about, I asked, “how did you loose your virginity?”

She replied that, “that is an very personal question!”

I was thinking of something to reply, when she sent, “in the back of a car, with my husband before we were married.”

“Okay,” I replied.

She continued, “I didn’t know much about sex. We had fooled around a lot, but one night I was feeling a little braver than usual and let it go past the fooling around stage.”

“He got on top of me, and before I knew it, he pushed it in me. It hurt like all hell, and then he came right away”, was the next line.

“I spent the next 2 weeks praying I wasn’t pregnant, which I wasn’t,” with a smiley at the end.

I said, “yeah, that could have been a problem.”

She wrote back, “so I got some rubbers and made sure he used one after Beylikdüzü Grup Escort that.”

“Did the sex ever get better?” I asked.

She replied, “a little, but not much.”

I said, “okay. And are you baby proof now?”

She sent back “LOL, yes! I had my tubes tied after my daughter was born.”

“That’s good,” I said, “cause I’m not much for wearing rubbers any more. Besides I can think of much better places for my come to go, other than a trash can.”

“You are so naughty!” was her reply.

It was time for her to get ready for work and I had work to do as well. I was self-employed, so I had a bit of screw off time, but still needed to get things done.

I said “I’ll talk to you on Monday, have a great weekend.”

She replied back, “yes, you too”

Then came in, “Kisssssssssssssssssssss.”

That was a first, so I sent one back as well.

Next Monday rolled around and when she came online, I wrote “Good morning dear. Kisssssssssssssss.”

She sent back “Good morning to you dear. Kisssssssssssssss.”

“How was your weekend?” she then asked.

“Nothing out of the ordinary here. Yours?” I replied.

“Pretty much the same here,” she said.

Feeling a little bit of the devil, I asked, “get lucky?”

A little hesitation and then, “Saturday night.”

“Oh,” I said, “short and sweet?”

“Short” was the reply.

Then she asked, “Are you doing anything this morning?”

“Not really,” I said.

“I was wondering if you wanted to meet for breakfast someplace?” she replied.

Usually, I was the one to suggest a face to face meeting, in a neutral place, so this was a bit of a surprise.

I said, “that would be nice.”

I knew we were about 40 miles away from each other, so I suggested a diner that was about half way between where we lived. I was also thinking that there would be less chance of either of us, bumping into anyone else that we knew. She knew where the place was, so we agreed to meet there in 45 minutes. I told her I what I was driving and she did the same.

I signed off with a “kisssssssssssssssss.”

She did the same, “kisssssssssssssssss.”

I did a few quick things around the office, then I got on the road. I got there with 5 minutes to spare, but she wasn’t there yet. The time came and went, then 5 minutes late, then 10 minutes late. I was just about to leave, when I saw a vehicle pull in the lot, like the one she said she was driving. The window rolled down and it was her. She saw me and waved. She pulled into the parking space next to me.

We both got out at the same time and she said “I’m sorry, it took longer than I thought.”

“No problem,” I said.

We went into the diner and got seated at a booth in the back, away from anyone else. She was wearing a ribbed turtleneck shirt that showed off her breast’s nicely. I took a few discrete looks to get the lay of the land. The waitress came over and we ordered our meals.

I said, “I was really surprised that you suggested this.”

She shrugged her shoulders and replied, “I just wanted to meet you in person.”

“Oh, to see if I am real?” I asked with a smile.

She laughed and said, “yes, that was the reason.”

I said, “you are a lot prettier than our picture.”

“Thank you. You are a lot more handsome as well,” she said back.

“I’m sorry again about being late, it just took longer to get ready than I had planned on,” was her next comment.

“You didn’t have to get all fancied up for me,” I said.

“It’s a girl thing, you know, first date and all that” she said with a smile.

I said, “I guess this is a first date. I hope I at least get a kiss,” and winked.

She said, “you never know till it happens,” and winked back.

Then our food came and we started eating. The conversation was pretty much about work, life, and kids. Nothing, that if overheard, could be taken for anything other than a couple of old friends catching up.

Then she said quietly, “did you check me out yet?”

I said back, “I’ve taken a few looks but I wanted to be discrete.”

She replied, “I thought you were, but I wasn’t sure.”

I looked her in the eyes, and then lowered my gaze to give her breasts the official inspection. They were nicely rounded. I had hoped for a glimpse of nipple poking through her bra, but there was none to be seen.

When I looked back up, she was blushing a little, asked softly, “get a good look?”

I laughed a little and said, “very lovely.”

“Thank you,” she said back in almost a whisper.

We were finished eating. The waitress came over, cleared the table and left the check.

She went to reach for it and I said, “don’t even think about it.”

“Okay, but at least let me leave the tip,” she replied.

We got up to leave. I let her get out of the booth first, being the gentleman that I am, but I also wanted to catch a good glimpse of her ass, before she put her coat back on. She had on dress slacks and I was pretty sure she had pantyhose Beylikdüzü İranlı Escort on underneath with no panties, because I didn’t see a panty line. I figured I ask about that later. We walked out of the diner and over to her car.

She said, “I had a really great time today.”

I said, “so did I.”

She then said, “I have some errands to run, so I won’t be back online till tomorrow.”

“I understand”, was my reply.

She opened her car door and got in.

She said, “you still want that kiss?”

I leaned in, as best as I could, and she put her arms around me. The kiss started off softly. Her lips started moving, and I moved mine back. Then I felt her tongue probing my lips. I parted mine and sent mine out to meet hers. It was a really great kiss. I thought seriously about reaching out and feeling one of her breasts, but I decided not to.

After a few way too short minutes, we ended it and I said “drive safe dear.”

She said back, “you too, dear.”

The wait until the next morning seemed like years. Finally she showed up on line. We traded good morning’s and kisses.

She asked, “so what did you think?”

“About what?” I asked.

“Yesterday and me, silly!” was the reply.

I said, “yesterday was great and you are one very beautiful lady.”

“You tell that to all the women, I bet!” she sent back.

“Darling, you were the only one I was with yesterday, so that eliminates the rest of the world,” I answered.

“And the kiss?” was her next question.

I said, “that was very nice!”

Then I sent, “I have to say, I came very close to putting my hand on one of your breasts.”

She said back, “that would have been okay.”

I said, “Damn, I will remember that for the next time”, and added a smiley.

She sent a smiley back.

Her next message was, “so where would you like to meet the next time?”

I thought about for a minute or so, then another message comes in, “still there?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’m still here.”

“If I had my say in the matter, there is a motel about 4 miles north of the diner,” I typed.

Now the silence was at her end. I thought that maybe it was too soon to hope for that.

I just starting to type something, when she replied, “that sounds good to me.”

I was so stunned that she had said yes, that the slightest gust of wind could have knocked me off my chair at that point. My cock got instantly hard.

“When?” was her next message.

“Tomorrow?” I wrote.

Silence, then “okay, what time?”

I wrote, “when can you get there?”

“9:30,” she wrote back.

“I’m not sure where this place is,” was her next message.

I said, “just meet me at the diner and you can follow me there.”

“Okay. Do you want me to wear anything special?” she wrote and sent a smiley.

I thought about for a little bit and said, “a blouse with buttons down the front, that can be easily removed, and a skirt.”

She said, “I have a long jeans skirt that buttons down the front as well, is that okay?

I wrote back, “Perfect. Underwear is optional,” with another smiley at the end.

Little bit of silence at her end, then “I will have to think about that.”

“It is up to you,” I replied and added, “Whatever you feel comfortable in doing is fine with me.”

“The blouse I am thinking about wearing is kind of sheer. I might have to wear a camisole,” she wrote.

“That sounds nice,” I said.

“I also have a full slip,” she wrote.

“Now that sounds sexy,” I replied with another smiley.

“Not really,” she sent back, “and I’m going to have to really think about going out with no underwear on.”

I said, “you weren’t wearing panties yesterday.”

She sent back, “You really checked me out, didn’t you! I was wearing pantyhose.”

“Yeah,” I wrote, “that’s what I figured.”

“My ass is too big,” she said with a smiley at the end.

I replied, “looked like two really nice handfuls, just like those great breasts.”

Double smiley from me.

“I do have one thing to ask,” she said.

I said “sure, what is it?”

“Nothing kinky?” was her reply.

“Naw,” I said, “at least not on a first date.”

“This will be our second,” she reminded me.

“Not this kind of date it isn’t,” I wrote back

“If you say so,” she replied.

I looked at the clock and remembered that I had an appointment to get to.

I wrote, “I hate to do this dear, but I have something to do this morning.”

“Okay” she wrote.

I replied, “I will be here till 8:45 tomorrow morning so if anything changes, let me know, okay?”

“Okay”, again was the answer.

“Kisssssssssssssss,”, I sent.

“Kisssssssssssssss,” was the reply.

I went out on my appointment, which went longer than planned. I got back to the office and looked at ICQ. She was offline and there were no messages from her. Good I thought, she hasn’t backed out yet. Having been doing this for a while now, cold feet at the other end Beylikdüzü Manken Escort was always a possibility on a first time motel date.

It had been a couple of months, since I had last had sex and my balls were ready to burst. I thought, with this gal the last thing I need, is to have an short fuse in the orgasm department. So I headed for the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and pumped my cock to the point of cumming, all the while thinking of her. I turned around and unloaded a big load into the toilet. I washed my hands and cock off, then got the clothes back in order. I then worked away the rest of the day, thinking about the day to come.

I was back at my office early the next day. I worked alone, except for a very part time secretary who came in twice a week to help with the paperwork. I fired up ICQ. Around 8:30 she came online. Oh shit, I thought, she’s going to back out.

“Kisssssssssssss dear, are we still on?” she wrote.

“Kisssssssssssss dear, yes we are,” I wrote back.

“Okay, I promise not to be late,” she replied.

“Great,” I answered.

“See you at 9:30,” she wrote and then disconnected.

I let out the deep breath I had drawn in when she first came on line. I counted the minutes till it was time to leave, and then I hit the road. Got to the diner where we were supposed to meet, early again. 9:30 came and went. Finally around 9:40, she pulls in, rolls down the window and yells out “sorry.”

I just smiled. I started my truck and we drove off. The place we were heading to was a very cheap if paid in cash, no-tell motel. While along a main highway, it was far enough away from the surrounding towns, that most of it’s business was of the day time variety. I had been there before during a previous affair and when I called on Tuesday to reserve a room with a king sized bed, the owner still remembered me. The place had five different buildings with rooms. I pulled in by the office and she pulled in behind me. I went in, paid for the room, came out and showed her which building to head over to. We drove up, parked and got out of our vehicles. There was nobody else at that part of the motel that day. It was a cool autumn day and she was wearing a long coat, not quite as long as her skirt. I opened the door and we went inside. The lights were off but the curtains were open.

She looked around and said, “it’s not the Ritz, but I guess it will do. I do have to leave by 12:30 though.”

I said, “that is fine”.

The lights in the room were all table lamps. I turned on one and closed the curtains. There was enough light to see, but it was still a little dark in the room. She took off her coat and laid it on a chair. I looked at her. Her blouse was very sheer. I could see the outline of the slip very clearly. I could also easily see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Poking through the thin fabric were two nice big nipples. I could even make out a little bit of her areola though the fabric.

I said, “you look stunning.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing a little.

I walked over to her and put my arms around her kissed her. Her arms came up around me and before long, our tongues were a dancing like a couple of teenagers in heat. I started moving my hands up and down her back, bringing my fingers up to stroke her neck and into her hair. She really liked this, because she started moaning as we were kissing. I brought both of my hands around, and cupped a breast in each hand. I played with them for a bit, taking in their softness and fullness. Her hand slid down to the front of my pants where she started stroking my already erect cock through the front. I then zeroed in on her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, as I kept kissing and squeezing.

I let go of one nipple, and started to unbutton her blouse with that hand. She brought her arms up around my neck and I could feel her unbuttoning the cuffs. I pulled the blouse tails out of her skirt, then I pulled the blouse off of her and dropped in onto a nearby chair. She reached over and unbuttoned my shirt as we continued to nibble and kiss. I brought my hands around and unbuttoned my cuffs. Her hands came up and stroked up and down the hair on my chest. Then she reached up, and pulled my shirt off. Drawing her close again and holding her tightly, I turned up the intensity of the kiss. I slid my hands down her back to her ass. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and started playing and squeezing them together. I traced my fingers down to where the panty elastic should have been and there was none.

I whispered in her ear, “you naughty girl, you forgot your panties.”

She whispered back, “this is the first time I have ever went anywhere, without panties or pantyhose.”

I said, “I’m glad it was for me”.

Moving back a little, I reached around and slowly opened the buttons on her skirt. She reached down and pulled on my belt to open it. Then she opened the top of my pants. I kicked my shoes off, and when enough buttons were open, I slid down her skirt, which she stepped out of. Off on the chair that went. A quick pull on my zipper and my pants were added to the pile. I stood back a little and looked at her standing there. The slip wasn’t fancy, but at that point in time, it was damn sexy looking. Even with the dim light in the room, I thought I saw the outline of her pubes through the slip.

I said, “damn, you look so hot”.

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I awake early one morning; our legs are entangled with each others, my head had been resting on your shoulder with my arm draped over your chest. I roll over, stretching my arms and back; my legs are still wrapped with yours. I start to nestle back in beside you, when I feel a twitch occur beneath the covers, on my leg. I look over at you and you are still soundly asleep; a peaceful look upon your face and deep steady breaths of air make your chest rise and fall. Again I feel a slight twitching and realize that you are becoming aroused; this in turn, arouses me. I use my leg to massage the growing bulge in your shorts. I can feel the heat and hardness as I use my leg to press up and down on your cock.

I disentangle my legs from yours and I slip under the covers to release your bulge from the binding shorts; as I gradually pull at the elastic band of your shorts, so not to wake you, I reach inside and gently pull out your cock and lift your balls out as well. Standing at almost full attention, under the covers, is your glorious cock. And all I want to do is slide it my mouth. I feel bad because you are still sleeping and I don’t want to wake you, but I just can’t resist the feel of your cock in my mouth. I’m curious as to how far I can get and not wake you.

Before I lose my nerve, I slowly lower my mouth over your cock and wrap my lips around it. I feel it pulse and twitch in my mouth. Without making a sound, I begin to move my mouth up and down your shaft. Mmm, you taste so good. I can still smell the tangy aroma of our passions from the night before; and you taste even better. As I move my mouth up and down your shaft sucking fervently, in slow repetitive motions, a moan rumbles deep in my throat unable to escape my lips because I have put the entirety of your cock firmly in my mouth and throat. I can feel that my body is becoming eager for yours as another moan rumbles through me and this time it escapes from my lips as I withdraw your now glistening cock from my mouth.

Guiltily I stop for a moment to assure myself that I have not rattled you from your slumber. As I listen, you are still steadily breathing as you rest comfortably; innocently unaware that I lurk beneath the covers. With your cock in sight, and standing fully upright, I lie on my back next to you and reach my Beylikdüzü Anal Escort hand down between my legs to pleasure myself. My fingers meander over my mound of curly fur, and reach down to my freshly shaven lips. My lips feel swollen and moist; I lightly smack my pussy, stinging my lips and making them swell even more. I slowly spread my lips apart with my fingers and explore; I find that I am very wet. A gooey layer of juice has covered my pussy; I reach down and shove a couple of fingers inside my sticky pussy and wiggle them around; I thrust them in and out over and over again. Oh, it feels so good! I slowly pull them out and lick my fingers clean; I taste wonderful, sweet and tangy. As I fondle myself further, I realize that my clit is engorged and hard and it is very sensitive to my touch, and I feel that I will cum before long. Needing to feel your cock inside my wet pussy hole, I dare myself to straddle your sleeping body and sit upon your rigid member. I wonder how I am going to manage to not wake you while I straddle you and get myself off.

Still tucked away under the covers nestled next to your sleeping body, I carefully climb on top of you, taking extra caution not to jostle you too much, still not wanting you to wake up. I stealthily lift my body up and reach a leg over one side of you and begin to sit; I quickly slip your erect cock into my wet and waiting hole. It slides in without a problem and I sit determinedly on top of your body, with your cock safely inside of me. I sit up and wrap the sheets around me warding off the chill of the morning air. I shift my hips around trying to get you as deeply inside of me as it will go; hitting all of my spots as I fidget. I clench my muscles around you and relax. Knowing that any movement might jolt you awake, I take great care in using only my inner muscles to wind myself up to climax. I flex my muscle wildly around your cock; I reach down to pet my pussy, unable to resist wrestling with my clit. I lightly rock my hips, powerless against the feel of you locked deeply inside me. The need to explode is at my fingertips, and I take the time to flick and pinch my clit, sending me into an unbelievably strong and wild orgasm. It took ever ounce of strength in me not to yell and scream as I gushed all Beylikdüzü Çıtır Escort over you as I came. My muscles spasmed and juices from within me leaked out all over, making a puddle wear I sat.

I look at the peaceful expression on your face as you continue to doze and I become stricken with guilt that I took advantage of you while you were asleep. In hopes of reconciling what I just did, I scurry to clean up my mess and wake you by pleasuring you orally. I carefully climb off your body cautious not to stumble over your raging hard on that is demanding more attention or slip in the tangy juices that I left drenched on your groin . I uncover my head and scoot up so that my head is now level with yours. I nuzzle into your neck, giving you soft, inviting kisses to your lips, neck and chest. Your eyes flutter open groggily, a smile spreading across your face shining through your eyes as they clear from sleepy dreams. You kiss me back brushing your tongue against my lips and parting them to reach the taste of my mouth. You begin to stretch, arcing your back and stretching your legs and arms as well. A deep yawn engulfs you and you again close your eyes trying to drift off to where you last left your sweet dreams. I continue to nuzzle and kiss you; I trail my kisses along your chest taking my time as I get closer to where I intend to spend my time pleasuring you.

This time, wanting to wake you, I crawl under the covers once more and pull off your shorts completely. You are still very hard from when I dismounted just moments earlier. Your cock is straining to get attention and I plan on relieving you of every ounce of cum I can suck from you. I take the tip into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and nibbling lightly with my teeth; I hear you moan your approval. I plunge your cock deep into my mouth, my lips nestling in the wetness of your groin that I had left (and intended on cleaning up). I licked and lapped at the puddle that was left behind from when I gushed all over you, It tasted tangy and sweet, and my mouth was covered in the sticky goodness of my own cum as I bobbed and sucked to get you off and slurp up your hot and sticky goodness also. I took some time to suck on your balls, while my hand pumped your cock, keeping the stimulation Beylikdüzü Elit Escort going. I took one ball into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue, letting it drop before sucking up the other ball to do the same.

By this time, you are waking up and soon realize that this was no dream at all. You uncover my head to find me pumping your cock and sucking on your balls, you grunt as your body becomes aware of what is happening. You moan and thrust your hips at my face. I take my hand from your cock and place it firmly under your ass so that my fingers can flex and fondle the crack of your ass and my thumb can caress and tease your tight hole. My mouth hovers over your waiting straining cock and your throw your hips up and I swallow your cock deep in my mouth. My thumb is wiggling against your hole with rapidly movements and my mouth is rising and falling along your shaft, my lips tightly wrapped around your cock, securing a solid suction on the entirety of your rock hard cock. You moan and thrust your hips up and down, establishing an unyielding rhythm that will guarantee you to cum at any moment.

I look into your vibrant eyes, which have become ignited with a passionate fire, urging you to cum. I can feel you twitch and throb as you buck and flex your body, moments before an orgasm takes over your body. With out losing rhythm my thumb slips just inside your hole, tantalizing all of those very sensitive nerves. Your body becomes rigid and your breathing becomes labored as you explode hot cum deep in my mouth, drowning me with the delightful taste of your cum. You reach down your hand to tangle your fingers in my hair and force my head to stay on top of your pulsing and ejaculating cock; I swallow all of your cum, moaning with each fresh shot of hot and creamy goodness. As the orgasm subsides, I gently pop my thumb from your ass and continue to clean up the mess that I had created. Again our juices combining created a delightful scent that was not only aromatic but tasty; I did my best to clean up every last drop of cum, yours and mine. When I was finished, I looked up at you and simply said, “Good morning”. You replied by sitting up, leaning forward and planting a deep and passionate kiss upon my lips. You laid me down and removed my t-shirt, kissing my nipples as they became erect from your attention. You laid your body between my legs and began to kiss my body all the way down to wear the curly hair begins to grow. You looked up at me and said, “Now, it’s my turn to make you cum!” I looked down at you adoringly and innocently while I spread my legs wide for you. Inviting you to make me cum . . . again!!!

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This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. Next up was the little story, “Why I love Wives.” This is my sixteenth story in the Survivor Revival Challenge. I hope you like it. Personally, I’m wasting away in Paris, where shelter in place is unfortunately called “confinement,” and I’m beginning to go bonkers! I hope you’re doing better than bonkers.

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Melissa is tricked into a 3-some, but she is fine with it

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It was two weeks ago that my brother Leo and I had sex, breaking the incest taboo. We had been sort of carefully avoiding each other ever since. It wasn’t easy to do, since we are all sheltering in place, together with our parents, in our family home. Leo and I were each finishing our semesters using Zoom. It was in fact Zoom that brought us back together.

My hi-tech professor was using some fancy features of Zoom that I couldn’t get to work. I needed help, and Mom and Dad had only recently learned to include attachments with email, but only if it was gmail. They were hopeless. There was one other person to ask: My older brother Leo who had the problem that he made my panties wet whenever I was close to him.

I did it. I went to ask Leo for help with Zoom. He showed me the amazingly simple thing I was missing. I felt like an idiot.

“Thanks, Leo,” I said.

“We need to talk,” he replied.

I kind of knew he’d say that, so I stayed and we talked. I was ashamed, and I thought that he thought I was a slut, who’d just about fuck any man who crossed my path. He thought I was angry with him for having seduced me into incest, even though I was the one who crept into his bed, and fucked him in the middle of the night. We eventually both laughed and were glad we cleared the air.

We waited, and waited, and waited some more, in the hope that Mom and Dad would go to the bar our family owned (not closed, due to COVID), or to Grandma’s, or to someplace where they’d be out of the home for a while, but the only place they went was to the market to buy food, and that was only Mom. Dad stayed home. He was drinking, more and more. I was worried, but I figured once we all defeated COVID-19, and people returned to the bar our family owned, he’d bounce back. I hoped so!

Leo had an idea. We’d go visit his friend George. George’s parents were away, and his older sister was married, so George had the place to himself. George would go for a long walk, and we could use his bed and his bedroom. What did I think? It took a bit of persuading, as I didn’t want to make, inadvertently, yet another porn video, as I had done with my (very) former boyfriend and lover, Eric! There were other issues, too, involving George. He would know, of course, what we were doing in his home. Leo gave me tons of reassurances.

“Has George seen my porn video?” I nervously asked.

“Melissa, everyone has. I’m sorry, but men love porn, and to have a video of a hot-to-trot little sexpot like you, naked and fucking, well, anyone in town who knows you, which is everybody in our small town, will have seen the video, and probably more than once,” Leo said.

“How many times have you seen it, Leo?” I stupidly asked.

“More than once. Let’s not go there, okay?” Leo wisely replied.

“Do you suppose, then, that George has fantasized having sex with me?” It was hard to believe someone as magnificent as George would have fantasies involving me, Leo’s awkward little sister, but who knows what happens after a guy sees a video like the one Eric made of him and me fucking like animals?

“Of course, he has. Melissa, like I’ve told you before, it’s safe to assume that every guy in town has masturbated to the idea of being in the role of Eric in that video. It’s just the way men are. It’s the way the world is. Sorry, but there’s nothing we can do about it,” Leo said.

“I don’t know if I can face George, Leo,” I said.

“You have to face reality sometime,” Leo replied.

“George is a special case, though. You know that, right?” I asked.

“Everything will be fine. I’ve got it all planned out. Trust me, Melissa. I’m your Escort bayan brother, and I love you,” Leo said.

“Going over to George’s place to fuck me, is not exactly brotherly love, Leo,” I said, and I giggled.

I was terribly nervous because when I was a teeny bopper, Leo used to bring his friends around, like any older brother would. When I was truly little, I would imagine playing house with his friends. When I was older, I would imagine other things. George was always my favorite, especially when I was imagining the other things. I had fairly hot fantasies, too, especially when one realizes I was only a teeny bopper. I mean, they were sizzling hot. Even now, I blush at my memory of them.

Now I’d be going over to George’s place, that same George who played such a prominent role in my teenage fantasies, in order to have sex with Leo? My emotions were too complex to parse, but fear was a dominant component of them.

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We did it. We went to George’s place, the very next day. He had already had the virus and recovered fully from it, so we figured it was fairly safe to go to his place. We arrived, we all said hello, and it was awkward. The way George looked at me, looking me over, up and down, it was obvious to me he had seen the infamous video and that he was undressing me in his mind as he looked at me.

George is a nice guy. He’s my favorite, of all the friends of my brother. Like Leo, he’s two years older than I am, and he’s also a junior in college. He’s good looking, intelligent, kind, and well spoken.

It was very awkward. We chatted for a while. George asked how I liked college, how had I adjusted to finishing my freshman year using Zoom, and what I planned to major in. When we ran out of small talk, George announced he was going to take a walk.

There was nothing for George to do, nowhere for him to go. Everything was closed. I felt a bit guilty about kicking him out of his own house so that, well, Leo and I could have incest. It just seemed to be to be in bad taste.

Once George had left, however, Leo had me naked in no time. He got me naked so fast, in fact, that when George returned for an umbrella (it was threatening to rain) he walked right into his front hall where I was standing, and I was stark naked.

George was mortified, and terribly embarrassed, but I had my usual aplomb. I comforted him, and we sat together on the couch while Leo seemed to disappear somewhere. George was muttering incoherently, and I don’t know really how it happened, but suddenly George and I were kissing. We kissed for a while and then George began to paw at my breasts, which turned me on. George was still clothed, and I was still naked. That fact kind of made me hot, too.

Where was Leo?

George continued kissing me, and he gently pushed me down onto the couch so that I was horizontal. His fingers entered my snatch while he continued to kiss me. I began to groan in pleasure. My lust befuddled brain began to realize that making out naked with George was not part of the plan! The plan was for Leo to fuck me to the point where I climaxed, maybe (hopefully!) with two fucks if need be. George had no role in the plans.

What the fuck was I doing with George? For me, I had slipped down the submissive rabbit hole in the world of my teenage fantasies, and I was acting out one of the best of those fantasies, and believe you me, there was stiff competition for the ‘best’ of my fantasies! This had not been a conscious decision. For George? Well, Leo told me later he was acting out one of his quite recent fantasies inspired by my porn video that Eric and Doug had released to the world. Peas in a pod, George and I were.

Nevertheless, there I was, naked on my back, kissing George, with his hands on my boobs and his cock between my legs.

What? When did George get his cock out? How did that happen? What the f**k was going on?

“Here’s your umbrella, George. It took forever to find it,” Leo said, as he re-entered the room. There was a knowing smile, almost a smirk, on my brother Leo’s face.

“Thanks, Leo,” George said. “Say, would you mind if I gave Melissa a little warm-up fuck, first? Assuming she’s willing, that Bayan escort is. She’s matured into such a delicious little woman.”

I was busy kissing George’s chest and playing gently with his cock as he conversed with Leo.

Leo must have said okay, although I didn’t hear anything. I was so horny, and so turned on, I was up for anything. But was George proposing I fuck both of them? Wouldn’t that be a threesome? Wouldn’t I be entering into serious slut territory? None of my friends had ever had a threesome! Or at least, none of them had ever admitted to having one. Maybe I wasn’t so much entering into serious slut territory, as just sinking deeper into it?

By the way, shouldn’t George be asking me if he could fuck me, and not Leo?

“Not okay,” I said, breathlessly, but I was a little too slow. George was already inside me, and I groaned out my pleasure when his cock began to pump. Leo watched from a ringside seat, and that turned me on even more, to have Leo as an audience.

It felt so good to have George’s nice cock inside me. His cock wasn’t long, it wasn’t thick, but it was George’s cock, and dammit, I liked George! I always had. When I was younger I used to fantasize having sex with George. (I fantasized having sex with several of Leo’s friends, but George was always my first choice.) Now I was living the fantasy!

I began to push back when George would thrust his cock inside me. He remarked at how wet I was, at how tight my pussy was, and he slobbered over my boobs while he pounded me with his cock. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him deeper inside me. I think George enjoyed my loud moans. Suddenly, almost without warning, it came!

The orgasm I had been chasing ever since that horrible porn video of me had become public, the orgasm that had eluded me while I masturbated, the orgasm that even fucking my brother could not quite bring, finally, and suddenly, arrived! I had been breathing faster and faster, and was squealing incoherently, and then WHAM, my climax overwhelmed me and I exploded in an endorphin wave.

“Cum inside her, George. She’s on the pill and she loves that,” Leo said. Once again, it was my role to say things like that! Leo was right, though. He’s always right. It’s one of his most annoying features.

I mean, who wants a brother who’s always right? There should be a law.

George began to fuck me as if his life depended on it. He pumped faster and faster, harder and harder, and he was even sweating! I saw tiny beads of sweat on his brow, as my naked body lay beneath him, my breasts heaving with arousal. He finally exploded inside me, dumping God knows how much cum inside me. Okay, I’m sure that only God knows how much, but it was obvious to the three of us that the amount could be summed up in two words: A lot.

George collapsed on top of me. He lay there, as I kissed his chest, and he kissed my neck. “Melissa, I could fall for you,” George said,

“Even after everyone in town has seen that pornographic video of me fucking Eric Schmidt?” I asked. “You still could fall for me?”

“Yes, I could,” he said.

“That’s the sex talking. You’re not serious,” I said. I really wanted him, just then, to be serious! Why was I trying to talk him out of falling for me? “Do you always speak in the conditional tense, George?”

“My turn, George,” Leo said, and he symbolically tugged at George’s shoulder.

“Yes, of course. Thanks for my umbrella. I’ll take that walk now,” George said. George is always polite and correct. Sometimes, I guess, he’s too damn polite, and too damn correct. This was one of those times!

“No, wait,” I said. “Stay and watch. I’d like that,” I said, and even as I got the words out, Leo was on top of me. I wanted to tell him that we were not done, George and I, but I was too ashamed.

“I’m kind of sloppy down there, Leo. Are you sure you want to…I mean… Oh My God!” I exclaimed, as Leo’s big, thick cock entered me with the force of an out of control Mack truck!

Leo was driving me nuts, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, and I saw George watching in awe, and that doubled my arousal, and I lost it! Only a few minutes after Leo began fucking me, I had a Escort second orgasm! I had been trying to cum and failing, ever since that video hit the streets. George had made me cum, and now Leo had, too?

Not only that, but this was the orgasm from heaven, the one I had been waiting for, hoping for praying for. The men knew I had climaxed, because my entire body shook and quivered. Leo just kept right on fucking me, right through my climax, and beyond, and I kept right on pushing back, groaning and even moaning at times, as Leo pummeled me with great force. My brother was brutal.

I loved that George was watching, and as I lay there on my back being fucked to smithereens, I kept blowing air kisses to George, who pretended to catch them. Leo pulled out, turned me over onto my hands and knees, and then slammed his cock into me from behind! His cock felt different when we fucked doggy style, and my endorphin level was beginning to enter my sexual tachometer’s red zone.

I saw George studying us in awe – well, he was studying me, actually – and I said, “Come here George.” I opened my mouth, and that was all the invitation George needed. He stuck his semi erect cock inside my mouth. His erection went from semi to full, and hard, in no time.

It’s not that easy to suck off a man, while you’re being almost brutally fucked from behind. I figured it out, however. After all, I’m a college student, right? I was still sucking off George when Leo unloaded inside me.

I had now had two back-to-back orgasms, one from each man, and when Leo exploded inside me I had felt I was close to a third. I was still sucking George when he surprised me by pulling out of mouth. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the couch. The two men picked up my cum-filled, naked body and carried me off to the bedroom.

We sat on the bed and talked for a while. George brought us all margaritas from a pitcher of them that he had made up for our visit. None of this was happening as I thought it would, but I had finally cum, and I was finally sexually content. George wanted more, though.

The men blindfolded me, and they told me I had to guess which man was fucking me. This was going to be easy, since their bodies were different and their cocks were different; but they tricked me, and put me into a position with my pussy at the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor, and my legs spread wide apart.

One man would enter me, then the next man, then the first man again, and then they began to make it complicated, and the same man would enter me a few times, then the other, then a reversion back to the first, and after a bit my mind had turned to Jell-o. It was highly erotic, and I was going crazy! They stopped. “Okay,” I heard Leo say. “Which of us was the last man inside you?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You win, George,” Leo said, and George jumped onto me and fucked me silly, all the way to Chicago and back. I came a third time during the fuck, and the orgasm was beautiful, like a work of art. After he had unloaded inside me for his second time of the day, I told them that was enough. I was done.

I posed for pictures, naked of course, with George. He was dressed in the pictures, but I was nude. In one, he had a finger inside me; in another, we was tweaking one of my nipples, while we both smiled. Some of the poses bordered on the obscene. Leo loved them. Leo and I thanked George for his amazing and enthusiastic hospitality.

“Can I see you again, Melissa?” George asked.

“George, you just fucked me twice, and I sucked you. You’re damn right you can see me again! You actually have no choice but to see me again! When do your parents return?” I replied.

“They’re in quarantine for the next ten days. So, I have the house to myself for the next ten days,” George said, smiling broadly.

I smiled right back. Leo said, “Come on, you little sexpot. Mom and Dad will wonder what we’ve been up to!”

“Let me kiss George goodbye,” I said. That delayed us another ten minutes, but eventually we left. I surreptitiously slipped George a little love note. I had written the note in advance of this visit, just in case what had happened actually did happen. I guessed I had a new boyfriend. Leo approved, and he was especially glad I had once again become able to cum!

Leo and I visited George every day until his parents returned. After all, he was all alone, and the poor guy could benefit from the company, you know?

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We arrive on campus that evening at 6:45. Not having a car has its drawbacks and taking the bus is one of them, so I was grateful for Lucas picking me up after work. Thankful for casual dress Friday, I am still dressed in blue jeans, a black cotton top, and black sneakers. We make our way across campus quickly and head to a large two story building. Once inside, Lucas led me to an auditorium.

A good number of students are already seated so I take a seat in the third to last row. Lucas continues down the stage and up on the podium. While he sets up his laptop and notes, I scan the rest of the auditorium. The room is about half full but I count about 50 students and another group trickles in as I am counting.

One he finished setting up, Lucas walks to the microphone.

“Good evening everyone. I hope you are not too tired tonight. Let’s finish up last week’s discussion questions before we begin talking about assimilation.”

Most of his questions, being rhetorical in nature, seem designed to make his students think, question and encourage friendly debate as opposed to having one right answer. I am amazed at how patient and challenging he is with his students. He has the ability to hear them out completely without interrupting and shows a great deal of respect for each opinion even as he counters a couple points of view. His voice is so even and composed, that when disagreements flare, he is able to resolve them without offending either party.

Once the lecture for the night begins I understand why he wanted to bring me here. He begins with a slideshow. He shows Native American children taken from their families and put into “boarding schools”. Each of the slides shows two pictures. The first is on arrival at the schools and the other is taken sometime after. The time between each set of photos varied. Some of the pictures are months apart while others are only weeks apart. In all, the changes are heartbreaking. Each set shows the physical difference in clothes and hair but it’s the face that shows real change in each photo. I look into the eyes of each photo and can see the change. The spirit literally looks as if it has been broken.

The last photo is mesmerizing. It is one of two young women. The left side of the slide shows both girls standing outside a modest building. Their hair is long and loose down their backs. Their dresses are simple, but they are covered in beautiful handmade jewelry. The girl on the right is younger and shy. She doesn’t look into the camera but instead looks down at the dirt. The older girl on the left is stunning. She is not only striking in her appearance. Her gaze is such a contrast to the other girl. Her gaze makes the photo. She looks so confident and stares into the camera as if she had dared the photographer to take that picture. The picture on the right shows both girls again. The older is sitting in a chair with the same girl standing next to her. They are both wearing very uncomfortable looking dresses and have simple crosses around their necks and their hair is pulled into high buns. The girl standing looks broken. There is no other way to describe it. Her eyes are empty shells. There are dark circles under them and her cheeks are drawn. She looks a decade older. According to the photograph, the pictures had only been taken 3 months apart. The older girl in the chair has the same dark circles under her eyes and the drawn in face but the fire in her gaze is still there. She is still daring the person taking that picture. She Escort bayan has not been broken. I am drawn to this photograph. I have to know her story. I want to know how she was able to hold on to spirit while the other girl was so desperately broken. I want to know her secret.

I think back to my last relationship. I recall the months after David and that haunted look I wore for so long that my friends thought I was a danger to myself. David was a like a breath of fresh air that came right after one of the hardest times of my life. He became my life support when I felt like I was barely holding on. He became my reason for leaving. When he left, he took what I thought was my will to live.

I surprise myself as I mentally relive those events. The last time I dwelled on them was a little over a year ago. I curled up in bed for two days. Not to say that I felt nothing now. The ache was there for what I lost, but it is duller now. Tonight I am able to think about everything that happened without that sickening stomach twisting feeling that made my lungs so tight it hurt to breathe. I’m not sure if it is due to the time that has passed or from more recent events involving a very sexy professor I had impure thoughts about every time I look at him. I smile at those thoughts.

What also surprises me is how comfortable I have become in his presence. I no longer had to focus on breathing in his presence. I craved his presence and that scared me. With that fear, however, came a reassurance that he would not intentionally hurt me. I had never been spoken but I knew it deep down in my soul. The apprehension was gone, but I had to wonder if my attachment to him had anything to do with the dreams. What if I had never had them? Would I have had the same reaction upon meeting Lucas or would I have dismissed him as another client?

I mentally kick myself for letting my mind wander and focus on the lecture again. The stories are heartbreaking and, as I listen to Lucas’ lecture and the student’s questions afterward, my mind wanders again. This time it goes back to that last picture of the stronger woman. A part of me needs to know her story and knows that her story needs to be known.

An hour later, I sit and wait until the last of the students head out of the lecture hall then make my way down to the stage. I watch Lucas shut down his laptop and disconnect it from the projector and I am distracted by his physical presence again. He is only wearing a button down shirt and a pair of jeans but at that moment, he is the sexiest man alive. Then, as if he feels me watching, Lucas looks up just as I reach the stage.

“Hey.” I smile and climb the steps up to the stage.

Lucas smiles back. “What did you think?”

“Very impressive but I regret to tell you I did not take notes.”

He laughs. “I was only hoping to inspire you tonight, not turn you into a panicked student madly copying down notes.”

I roll my eyes. “Please, you students did not look panicked to me.”

I help him pack up the rest of his notes while he packs up his laptop.

“Well, I guess I owe you dinner for dragging you down here.” Lucas says as we leave the auditorium.

It’s late but somehow, we find a restaurant open just off campus. The place is a hole in the wall but the food is amazing. After dinner we sit and talk. I confess my obsession with the last photo and that girl’s story.

“My degree is in Library Science and Research, but my minor was in English Creative Writing. Bayan escort I always wanted to be a writer. I used to write all the time.”

“Do you write now?”

I shrug. “I haven’t written anything in about five years.” I confess. Lucas looks at me patiently as if accepting that if I want to tell him more I will. It is this silent acceptance that makes me smile.

When I look into Lucas’ eyes, I see everything I need to see. He knows there is more to the story. He also knows I will tell it only when I am ready to.

We stare at each other until the atmosphere changes. The reflection of my sorrow in his eyes turns protective, then to something else that I am not quite ready to admit that I recognize. The air is thick and breathing becomes a bit more of a labor. Beads of sweat pop up on my chest and a tingling sensation starts in the center of my chest and radiates out to my arms and neck. God! If the man can do this to me with a look, I won’t survive anything more passionate than his gaze.

As much as I feel excited by the feelings Lucas inspires within me, I am absolutely terrified at the same time. I am afraid of how much I want him. It has been so long since I have truly wanted something that I am not sure what to say, how to act or what to think.

The restaurant is closing and we are the last ones to leave. We find ourselves walking slower than usual to his car and I swear Lucas is driving under the speed limit all the way back to my apartment. I am reluctant for the night to be over.

I watch him as he drives and my relief flitters away to be replaced by another emotion. And this emotion is much more primitive.

The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up over his shoulders and I study his forearm. The hairs are smooth and fine on his arms and I wonder if the rest of hair on his body is similar.

My heart beats a little faster as I undress him in my mind only to be interrupted by the car coming to a stop. I didn’t realize we have reached the apartment. I mentally sigh and tuck the fantasy to the back of my mind to entertain later. Lucas surprises me by getting out of the Jeep and coming around to my side to open my door.

He walks with me upstairs to my apartment. I pause outside my door, turn and give him a hug.

“Thanks for tonight.”

I pull back, look up into his eyes and stop. There is no denying the unmistakable passion there. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as my hands slid down from his shoulders to rest on his chest. His heart is beating as fast as mine under my palm. The heat from his body radiates from under the shirt. My hands are trembling and a tickling sweat begins in my chest.

I reach one hand up and around the back of his neck. I play with the hair on the nape of his neck and study his mouth. He lowers his head slowly until our foreheads touch. I close my eyes for a moment and inhale his scent. When I do, I feel his lips brush mine. My pulse is racing. As much as I have wanted this to happen, I am terrified of where it will end. Will I be able to control myself? Do I want to? I push aside these thoughts and tilt my head up touching my lips more firmly to his. I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises me.

Once Lucas realizes I am kissing him in return, he pulls me tighter into his arms. I moan, opening my mouth, and he slips his tongue inside as our kiss deepens. I can barely breathe. I don’t care. Neither one of us is in control. All that matters is the taste and feel of him as Escort I bring my other arm around to claw at his back. His hands are running up and down my back. One of his hands snakes its way up the front and underneath my shirt to cup and message my breast through my bra. My body aches. I have wanted a connection like this for so long that it hurts. A door opening down the halls jars us back to reality. One of my neighbors passes and heads for the stairs. She doesn’t even notice us. Once the hallway is clear again, I laugh. Lucas smiles too. We are still holding onto each other.

“You’d better go.” I say. My breath is coming in soft short gasps.

“You say that like you might change your mind.” Lucas teases, brushing his lips against mine.

“That’s exactly why you should go.” I grin as I contemplate changing my mind.

He kisses me softly.

“What are you doing after work tomorrow?” he asks nibbling at my lips.

“I’m having dinner with Matt and Emily.” I reply automatically then add “Want to join us?”

Lucas looks down at me. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be.” I assure him, kissing him. “Emily’s husband will be there. I want you to come.” It surprises me that I mean it.

He smiles and kisses me back. “Okay.”

I tell him when and where we usually meet since it’s so close to work. He says he will meet us there. We embrace a while longer until the kisses start to deepen again. It takes all my willpower to physically get myself into my apartment without dragging him inside with me but I manage… barely. He grins and winks as I close the door.

I lean against the wall for five minutes while my breathing slows then decide to take a shower before going to bed which is something I usually don’t do. Tonight, I need something calming to soothe my nerves. Unfortunately, the water running down my body reminds me of Lucas’ warm hands so my shower does not last very long.

I crawl into bed naked and pull the sheets up over my body. I close my eyes and think about Lucas. I think of his mouth, his hands, his breath, his smell. Just the memory has me aroused in a way I have not felt in a long time. The sensations are similar to what I feel in my dreams. My hands slide up my hips and onto my stomach. I circle my navel with my index finger. My other hand travels to my breast. I cup it first, remembering how his hands felt on them. I reach up and pull the sheet off. My body is tingling and aroused. Pinching my nipple between my finger and thumb with one hand, I spread my legs and play with my curls with the other hand.

When my hand touches my clit, I lift my head and close my eyes. I see Lucas’s face as I rub my clit gently at first then with more enthusiasm as my thoughts go back to our parting in the hallway. I imagine his fingers where mine are and his mouth on my nipple. Breathing in shallow gasps, I slide a finger into my pussy. Slowly and deeply, I stroke myself. I wonder what he would feel like inside me and stroke faster. I am moaning in earnest now and a light sheen of sweat has broken out over my skin. The sheets fall off the bed as my body writhes with excitement. I don’t expect it so soon. My pussy begins to contract, squeezing my fingers and causing my body to jerk. I cry out, arching my back and continue stroking, giving into my orgasm.

It’s a long time before I calm down. Usually when I masturbate, I feel frustrated and hornier than when I started. Tonight, I feel sedated. It feels like my body has had enough and it is content, knowing more and better is to come. I’ve never felt like this before and it is terrifying. My eyelids are heavy and sleep comes before I can process the rest of my worries.

****

I do not dream that night.

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I sat there watching him move. Not hearing a word he was saying. “I hate government!!” The only plus was I got to sit there and imagine fucking him. He looked so pathetic. Like he hadn’t had a real women to show him what fucking was all about. I sighed. Knowing nothing could ever come of my daydreams. I laid my head down on the desk. Ready for another nap.

I woke up to the bell ringing for the next period. I quickly grabbed my books and headed out of class. “Shawn, I want to see you after school today.” Oh just great!! Another meeting with Vernon Tenny!! I called him Vernon witch really pisses him off. It makes my pussy hot just watching his otherwise unreadable face light up with anger. Any reaction I get from him makes me hot and wet.” fine Vernon, I’ll be here” I smiled as I left. Knowing I would be getting a double lecture for that remark.

I looked out the window on the bus ride home that night. Watching the trees go by. Thinking about school and college next year. “DAMNIT!! I forgot the meeting with Vernon. He’s going to bight my head off tomorrow for sure!!!”

I cam to school the next day. Second period government. I walked into class. He came right up to my desk and laid the detention slip on it. I read. “Shawn is to serve detention in Mr. Vernon Tenny’s room after school today. 3 to 4:30. “Damn!!” I said to myself.

I finished the in class work with about 25 minutes left of class. I was bored and daydreaming about being fucked by Vernon right there on his desk. Or, maybe across a desk……. I started to doodle on some paper. Writing things like ” I want to fuck Tenny or God I want him. I even drew a picture of me laying across his desk with him fucking away at my pussy. I was hot just from thinking about it and was thinking about taking a trip to the bathroom when I noticed there was only about 30 seconds left of class. I quickly wrote my name on top of my homework and handed it up with the rest of class. The bell rang and everyone got up to go to there next class.

It was 6th period and I was thinking about Vernon again. wanting him badly. I opened my notebook up to the page I was doodling on earlier and got a surprise! The page was missing. And in its place was my homework!! Oh shit!! I wrote my name on that page and handed it in. Escort bayan I quickly excused myself from the class and ran down the hall to his room. I peeked into the room and saw that he was gone. Probably on his lunch break I thought. I tried the door. It was actually unlocked!! I slipped in and quietly closed the door behind me. I searched through his piles of work and found the stack of homework papers. My face turned pale as I realized the papers were already graded. I ran out of there as fast as I could back to my class.

I slowly made my way to his class after school. Knowing I was in deep shit. I walked in and couldn’t meet his eyes. I just sat down at my desk. I laid my head down on the desk and listened to him fiddle with the papers on his desk. I heard him walk towards my desk and he laid a paper on my head. I sat up enough in my chair to grab the paper and then I buried my face in it. I read.

“Shawn, I know you are a young woman now, I know that you think you know all about sex but it is dangerous to have lewd thoughts. Please understand that sexual thoughts about a MAN is a bad idea. MEN are different from boys. You should think about someone your own age who doesn’t have as much experience under his belt as an adult.” I was furious. He could have said nothing that would have pissed me off more!! Who did this pantywaist think he was? Him, know more about sex than me?? Not likely. I stood up so fast my seat fell over. I looked around the room and noticed the door was shut. I walked over to it and shut the door. I turned around and looked straight at him. I reached behind me and undid the clasp holding my hair. I walked over to him and pushed him down in his chair. Its one of those swivel chairs. The one with the cushion on it.

He was scared. I liked it. It felt good to have that much power over someone. I wanted more. I climbed on top of him with my mini skirt hiked above my waiste. I started humping back and forth along the length of him. I looked him in the eyes. He was looking for somewhere to run I could tell. “You can’t run Vernon. I won’t let you. I’ll cry rape and you’ll be kicked out of school. I want to show you what this immature little girl know about sex. I want to ride your cock.”

I smiled as I saw his face turned pale. Bayan escort I thought it ironic that this 28 year old man had never had a women tell him that before. And I only 18. 🙂 I reached down and took my shirt off. Then my bra. I cupped my own breasts in my hands. Massaging them pinching and pulling on my nipples. All the while still humping back and forth across his now evident hard on. I looked him in the eyes as I did this. I loved the scared little boy look I saw there. My pussy was drenched. I got up off his lap and I saw a relieved look on his face witch quickly turned back to panic as I undid my mini skirt and brought both my skirt and undies of in one motion. I grabbed my black lace panties off the floor and stuck them in his face. He looked disgusted at first.

I told him to breath deeply. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s me, Vernon. You like the way my pussy smells? You better because your going to be eating it pretty soon. Feel how wet the crotch is? That’s for you.” I sat up on his desk. Leaned back on my elbos. “Come over here. Get down on your knees and lick my pussy.” He came over to me and timidly licked my pussy lips. I could tell he had never done this before. I spread my lips apart with one hand. “Now I guess the rolls are reversed Tenny. I get to teach now. This is my clit. And this,” I slowly dipped a finger into my wet fuck hole, “is my cunt. Do you need any more instructions?” He shook his head no. “good now eat my pussy”. He did as he was told and soon I felt an orgasm coming. I didn’t want him to think he could get me off so I made him stop.

“Sit down in your chair Vernon” He did. I walked over to him and unzipped his pants. I rubbed his hard cock through his jeans and watched his eyes. I could tell he was really liking it. He quickly averted his eyes. “Well, well, Old Vern gets embarrassed too” I said. His face turned red. I reached into his pants and brought out his 6 1/2 inch cock. I quickly reached under him and slid his pants off to his ankles. Then I took his shoes off. Leaving his sox on. I then took his pants the rest of the way off. “Take your shirt off” He did. I stood back and looked at my handy work. His tool standing straight and proud. Laying against his surprisingly flat stomach. He tried to cover Escort himself up. “NO! Don’t even try it. You get to look at me” I said as I stretched my arms out wide. “Do you like what you see Vernon?”

“Yes.”

“What? I couldn’t hear ya Vern. You have to speak up.”

“YES!”

“Good.” I sat back on his desk. Opening my legs. He just stared at my shaved pussy. “Fuck yourself Vern. Watch me play with my pussy and play with your cock.” I don’t think he knew quite what to do. “Ver., I’m getting impatient with you. I slid off the desk and over to him. I grabbed his hand. Placing it on his cock. Slowly running it up and down. “like that. See, you can do it” His face turned even redder as I made fun of him. I went back over to his desk and got into position again. I started rubbing my clit and then dipping a finger into my pussy. I slowly rubbed his cock up and down. I could see it getting even harder. “Stop” I said. He did.

I got up from the desk and slowly walked towards him. I spoke to him as I slowly made my way to his chair. “I’m going to fuck you Vernon. I am going to show you what you have been missing. This teen pussy is going to show you what you’ve never had.” I Climbed on top of him. Reached under And guided his cock to my pussy. I rubbed it along my slit coating it in our juices. “I want to here you say it. I want you to ask me. No, to beg my to let you fuck me Vern. Beg me. Beg this little girl. This immature little girl to fuck your brains out. Tell me what you want.” ” I…. I.. ” You have to do better than that” I grabbed his hands. Placing them on either ass cheek. He immediately started squeezing them and it was all I could do to keep from moaning my pleasure. My cunt juices were dripping down my leg I was so hot. “Tell me Vernon. NOW!!”

“I… I want you to… to…. fuck me”

“What Vern? I can’t here you”

“Fuck me Shawn! Please! Show me what I don’t know! Fuck my brains out!!” I slowly sunk onto his cock. I watched his eyes roll back into his head. I started fucking him hard and fast. Up and down. He moaned my name over and over agien.
“I’m gonna come, Shawn. Oh god!!”

I pulled him out and quickly climbed off of him. I started sucking his beautiful cock. I exploded his load into my mouth and I swallowed every bit. I climbed back up to his face. Kissing him deeply. Letting him taste the mixture of cum. I nibbled on his lip a little and then stood up, put my clothes back on, and left him there just like he was.

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My First (Time) Taboo Ch. 26

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Okay, so obviously I am very interested in Hayley. I would like to say this chapter is all about her, but you all know me and my wild ways, ha. I’m going to start close to where I left off last time. If you remember, or even read my last chapter, Mandy had spent the weekend with mom and me. It had been an amazing weekend full of spectacular sex. My favorite part is whenever Mandy would watch mom doing something to me. Something about that just made me go crazy. Especially her knowing it was my mom. It was just so erotic.

So on Sunday night, I was talking with mom and I told her how much I loved being watched, and she agreed that it was “a rush”. She loved it too, but she reminded me that it was best that not too many people knew. I told her I wished we could move away so no one would know. It was weird, she just started making out with me. I think she took it as I wanted to have a relationship with her. And I suppose in a way I do, but I just meant that we could have sex with more people without our family finding out, lol.

Anyway I slept with her that night and we had the most passionate sex. The next morning though was back to the real world and pretending to be something I was not. I had to keep my personal life a secret at work. Letting students and staff know I was a lesbian was just out of the question. High School is High School regardless if you are a student or a teacher. But it wasn’t great for me as I was starting to become accustomed to being real down at college and not worrying about what people thought of me.

So as time passed by and the first semester moved along, I was really wanting to open up to someone. I mean Mandy was there, but I didn’t feel comfortable with her. She wasn’t a friend really, she was just a sexy older woman who loved to get kinky. I thought about opening up to Emily, but I honestly wasn’t sure I could trust her. She just seemed a little to prissy and little miss perfect so that was no good. Then I thought about Hayley, but I was too scared to. Then I actually thought about just being honest with Leanne. She seemed very interesting to me, and very intelligent, and I actually felt like I could trust her more than Mandy. In fact I thought I wouldn’t even tell Mandy that I told Leanne.

So I went for it. After school one day I went to her room and luckily she was alone. She smiled as soon as she saw me. I was very forward and I wasn’t sure why. I had went to her room to make a new friend and hopefully find someone I could open up to, but as soon as I saw her in her sexy low cut top and her tight black pants I was so turned on. So I sat in the front row and said, “So you were wild in college, huh?”

Leanne looked at the open door. So she was shy about it now that she was sober. I liked that. She sort of answered, but not really as she went across the room and closed the door. Then she got a huge smile on her face and said, “Why do you want to know?”

She was good. She put it right back on me. I felt like we were playing a game. One I wanted to win. So I just decided to ignore her question and asked, “I’d love to hear what your idea of wild is.”

Leanne sat behind her desk and leaning forward she showed me her beautiful cleavage. She was such a tease and I was starting to have a great time. I so wished I was wearing something more revealing at that point. She actually looked a little red in the face when she said, “Oh I experimented some, sexually, what about you?”

Well there it was. My heart started pounding, but her saying that was all I needed to hear. “I’m a lesbian,” I admitted.

Her eyes got really big. I think I shocked the hell out of her. She took a couple of seconds to compose herself, and then just as straight forward she said, “I think I’m bi.”

“I’m not sure my stories are actually very wild,” I said. “Maybe that’s all Mandy meant.” That was a total lie of course but I wasn’t willing to tell her anything yet.

She gave me a funny look. “I don’t know, I have the feeling that Mandy is pretty wild, so if she hinted that you were, there must be something.”

Again I didn’t like how this was going. She kept taking control of the situation. So I changed tactics. “Well I had the feeling that you might be someone I could open up to and talk about girls with or whatever.” I wanted her to know that I was here just to talk, although I wasn’t sure myself.

“Well if talking is all you want, why come to me. You’re already friends with two lesbians.”

Two? Now I was confused. “Who do you mean?”

“Are you kidding me? Are you telling me you didn’t know Mandy was a lesbian?” Leanne said with a puff of air.

“Oh, no, her I knew about,” I said smiling, “but who else is a lesbian here at work.”

“Oh wow, I just assumed you knew,” Leanne said, and I could tell she wished she hadn’t spoken out of turn.

“Who?” I said and hoped I didn’t sound like I was pleading too much.

“No, I’m sorry I was supposed to keep that a secret.”

My mind was racing. She assumed I already Escort bayan knew so it had to be someone she knew I was friends with. There were three or four possibilities, but Emily and Hayley were the two most likely. Emily could have been putting on a huge show, but Hayley seemed the most likely, so I guessed.

“Hayley,” I said it more as a matter of fact than a question, and I saw it in her eyes that I was right. “Wow, no I had no idea,” I said more to myself than her. My mind was running a mile a minute. I started smiling like a fool.

“And I don’t think she has any idea about you either. I know I didn’t. I assumed you were just bi like me after Mandy hinted that you had been wild at school.”

I was snapped out of my dream. I hated it that Mandy had talked about me with her. I wasn’t going to worry about that now, though I really needed to have a heart to heart with Mandy about it.

“Well obviously you are better at keeping secrets than her, but how did you find out about Hayley?”

“Well she sort of had too much to drink one night at one of our get-togethers and well I took her home,” She said not sounding like she was bragging, but more remembering it fondly.

This time I was in shock. My eyes must have been as large as apples. I was just staring at her with an open mouth. It’s not like I could be jealous or anything, but I definitely had a moment of panic. I had gone from thrilled to an utter state of astonishment.

“Are you okay, Lucy?”

I couldn’t even answer at first. I cleared my throat and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t really know why I am so speechless.”

“I do,” She said, “You like her.”

I just nodded.

“Well if it makes you feel any better it was just the one time,” Leanne explained. “I mean we did kiss one other time before she started dating her ex again, but . . .”

“She’s seeing someone?” I said more loudly than I should have. I was immediately embarrassed and sunk in my chair.

“Yes, honey, I’m sorry. I suppose she couldn’t tell you because she couldn’t talk about her.”

I was ready to just go home. I felt slightly sick to my stomach and I honestly couldn’t think straight right now. I stood up and just started walking to the door before I realized how rude I was being. I stopped and apologized, and she of course said I had nothing to apologize about. Then I asked her not to tell Hayley I knew, and I just walked back to my office in a stupor.

Well I had no clue what I was doing or what I should do next. When I got to my desk there was a student there who needed my help so I had to snap out of it, and help him. He was the nicest kid and even though I had no desire to be there, I felt obligated to do so. While I was helping him Emily came in and she joked around and even made me laugh, and soon the student was gone. Emily could tell something was wrong with me, but I lied and said I was just tired. I gathered up my things and was about to leave and then there she was. Hayley walked in my office.

Emily told her right away that I wasn’t feeling well, which wasn’t far from the truth, and Hayley looked genuinely concerned for me. I couldn’t explain why I was so upset, not even to myself honestly. So I decided to just remove myself. I needed to talk with mom. I started grabbing up my things and walking and Emily said goodbye, and wished me well, but Hayley began walking with me down the hall. I decided to be bold.

“I really like you, Hayley,” I said walking beside her but not really looking at her.

“I really like you too, Lucy,” she said back quickly.

I stopped in the hallway and looked into her eyes, “No Hayley, I mean I REALLY like you.” She just stared at me while my heart leaped out of my chest. Her eyes were so beautiful and I could tell they were darting this way and that as she was thinking. I hated that she was silent, but I didn’t know what to say next. Finally I couldn’t take the silence anymore. “I have ever since the first time you walked into that copy room. You are so incredibly beautiful, but getting to know you and becoming your friend . . .” She started looking off and I saw tears welling in her eyes. “I just wanted you to know. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,” she said quickly and then looked down to compose herself before meeting my gaze again. “I’m glad you did.” She looked off again and I was so unsure what she was thinking that it was killing me. I found out soon enough. “I’m seeing someone.” She paused again, and actually wiped a tear from her eye. “I didn’t even know you were gay. I just was thinking here is this amazing girl. Here is this totally sexy, gorgeous girl that wants to be my friend. I am actually sort of shocked right now. I’m seeing someone,” she said again, and I understood.

She had feelings for me. She had been falling for me too, but it didn’t matter as she thought she had no chance with me just like I thought I had no chance with her, but now everything was different and yet we still couldn’t be more than friends.

I Bayan escort reached out and took her hand and smiled, “Well we are very good friends, and I want to stay that way.”

“Absolutely,” she said and wiped another tear.

I was a mess after that, but I didn’t let her see me that way. So that was that at least for now. I certainly wasn’t going to interfere with their relationship although there was a huge part of me that at least wanted to see the competition, I was in no way going to act on my feelings with her unless she broke up with her girlfriend on her own. I’d just have to wait.

That night I went to bed early sort of wallowing in self-pity, but the next day I woke up and mom surprised me with a huge breakfast. We talked for a bit and I told her a little about my situation, and she said some things that made me feel better about myself and just the whole situation. She was great and I was in a better mood when I got to school.

Well nothing much happened in the next couple weeks. Then something unexpected happened. The JV cheer coach quit and I jumped at the chance. Won’t go much further than that, but I got the job and I am so thrilled to be coaching these girls. They are all just really fun and sweet and so much less drama than the varsity squad. The head coach is a nice woman and we get along great, and suddenly I was so much more busy and slightly unprepared, but was enjoying the season and the team.

Now during that 2 weeks mom and I had been intimate most of the time, but neither of us were doing anything with anyone else. Then suddenly I got a phone call from Kayla of all people and I don’t know what I thought about that, but I decided to see her again. In all honesty I was sort of horny at the moment of the call and wasn’t thinking wisely or even about her, which I know is wrong, but I still was upset about Hayley and just wanted to be wanted I guess.

So the next weekend, I had a game on Friday night, but then I went to go visit her Saturday morning. I was excited to see her and also somewhat nervous as I had not left that relationship well and I had no idea what she had told her parents, and as she still lived with them, this could get very interesting. Plus in case you haven’t read my other stories I had some very weird moments with her possibly bi mother. Still I was up for an adventure.

When I got there Kayla answered the door and she gave me a hug right away and her dad came up and hugged me too. I was actually surprised, but he was always pretty cool. Her mom wasn’t home and I was disappointed. I realized right then that I wanted to see her even more than I had wanted to see Kayla. I wasn’t there to have sex with Kayla. I liked the idea of her being interested in me, and I also still just loved hanging out with her as she is just really fun. Thing is, what I really wanted was to feel dangerous, to feel nervous and secretive. I asked her where her mom was and she told me she was grocery shopping. I couldn’t wait till she got home.

I lounged around in Kayla’s room for a while and then when her mom got home, we jumped up to help bring in the groceries. When her mom came in she seemed thrilled to see me and I had been worrying for nothing. (Her name is Carol by the way. I never told you this before, because at the time I thought I might end up with Kayla, but oh well we know how that ended.) I didn’t lead on at all that I was in anyway interested in her, and Kayla and I went back to her room and just talked for hours, but I was thinking about her mom the whole while.

At dinner I was very helpful setting the table and then afterwards Kayla and I both helped her mom clean the kitchen. I really like her family.

Now her mom had not flirted with me at all, and I was starting to wonder if she was not interested anymore, so I decided to heat things up a bit. When we played cards I wore a tank-top with no bra. I noticed her dad looking quite a bit, but he only played a few games with us and then went to watch TV. The whole time we played I did my best to show them off, and after a while her mom finally started looking. All I could think about was getting alone with her so I could tease her or just talk to her. I guess I really enjoy older women, must be because of my mom.

So anyway it took forever that night, but finally Kayla decided to take a shower. I hung out in the kitchen with her mom and we finally got to talk. The first thing I did was apologize.

“I guess I sort of ended things on a bad note with Kayla last time, but I don’t want you to think that was anything that you did, or that we talked about.”

Her mom smiled at me, “No Kayla explained everything, about Lyndsey, and I admit I was a little nervous about what we discussed, more because I was afraid that you might tell Kayla, but I’m glad you two are friends again.”

“Me too, she’s a good friend.”

“And is that all she is?” She asked me.

I was going to be honest with her. “For now, yes, I am not looking to date her. What Escort is she thinking?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said smiling. “But I’m sure she is still interested.”

I got brave and whispered, “And are you still interested?”

She blushed and got up from the table, but then she paused. “I could use a drink, what about you?”

I could tell she was nervous as hell, but I could also tell she was tempted. I took a chance and pulled down my tank-top on one side. Making sure that if her husband walked in my boob wouldn’t be seen by him at least immediately, so that I would have time to cover it up. My boob plopped out and she took in a deep breath and turned a darker shade of red. She walked into the kitchen. I covered up and followed her. She started pouring herself a glass of wine and then she turned and not looking me in the face she asked if I wanted a glass.

“Carol, I’m sorry, but I have never stopped thinking about you and what happened here. I have no idea what you want, but I will strip for you if you are interested. Or if you’d rather have my mom strip for you, I bet she would. You are very attractive.”

“Oh my lord,” she said and she took a big gulp of her wine.

I positioned myself so my back was toward the entrance to the kitchen and I pulled my tank-top down again, this time letting both of my boobs out. Her hands went right to her own chest. Her forehead wrinkled up and her mouth dropped, “Oh Lucy, this is not a good time for this, please stop.”

I did. I pulled my tank up right away. Mostly because I knew how much she wanted me. I didn’t have to do anymore. The problem was getting alone with her. I did move in closer.

“Which one of us would you like to see strip,” I asked again.

She took another drink and looked down at my nipples that her pressing out hard against the fabric.

She whispered, “Lucy you know I think you have the most perfect body.”

I smiled and looked her up and down, “I like yours too.”

She turned away and said, “I wouldn’t want Kayla to get hurt.”

“You can come and visit Patty, and then I can put on a show for you.”

“But what excuse would I have to visit your mom?” She asked obviously interested, but still nervous about it all.

“Oh I would tell her exactly why you were there,” and I stepped very close to her taking a huge chance, but I was so horny I couldn’t help myself. With my nipples just inches from her chest I said, “If you’re lucky who knows what could happen. Maybe she would dance for you too.”

I actually thought I would kiss her right then, but instead I did the opposite I just walked away, straight to the guest room.

She followed me of course. I didn’t even get the door shut and she was walking right in behind me. She looked nervous as hell. She shut the door behind her and she started pacing. I sat on the bed looking up at her and didn’t say anything.

“Is your mother as wild as you make her out to be? I mean, does she know you are like this? Are you just talking shit, or would she really be okay with you stripping for me?”

OMG, she totally wanted this to happen, and I wanted to get her even hotter for me. I sort of leaned back on the bed and was sticking my chest out and trying to look sexy. When she looked at me, it was like I had taken something from her and she wanted it back.

“Carol, my mom is very, very wild, and I’m serious when I say who knows what could happen.” She watched me rub my hand down my chest over the top of my shirt and when I got down to the bottom I started to pull it up and her eyes were glued to me. “I could dance for you, she could dance for you, I could dance for you while the two of you have sex.” By the time I said those last words my shirt was up and one of my boobs was out and I was squeezing it. “Or do you just want to make love to me?”

She put her hand over her mouth and then she bit her index finger. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She almost looked like she was going to cry. I pulled out my other breast and she just froze. I decided to move in closer. I slowly stood up and walked over to her with my hands over my nipples and I leaned right over and started kissing her. She was a little reluctant at first but soon she was kissing me back. It wasn’t very long before I pulled away and went back to the bed. She still wasn’t saying anything, and just standing there totally dumbfounded. I wasn’t sure how much further I should go, and I could tell she seemed terrified to come over to me.

Finally she spoke, “Kayla can never know about this.” I nodded, and then she continued. “I haven’t kissed a girl in a very long time.” I smiled and began massaging my boobs again. “Do you really think your mom would do those things? I just can’t believe it.”

“I think she’ll surprise you, and I know she wants you. She’s told me, and I’ve told her I want you too.”

At that moment we heard the shower shut off. She looked disappointed at first, and then horribly nervous. “I better go,” she said and started toward the door.

She made sure I had covered up first before she went out, but before she opened the door I said, “Will you come back tonight when everyone is asleep.” She didn’t answer me and just walked out.

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We lay together, arms and legs entwined, and I snuggled my face into Michael’s neck and shoulder. Neither of us spoke and I listened to his heart beating in his chest. Gradually its pace slowed and his breathing returned to normal. I looked down his body and saw that his penis was still erect; not fiercely swollen as it had been before, but still jutting proudly from his loins. I reached down and took him in my hand, wrapped my fingers softly around him just below the head and gave him a gentle squeeze. He gave a little moan and shifted his position so that he lay on his back; his penis stiffened and throbbed in my hand. I caressed him for a while, running my fingers slowly up and down the shaft. Every time my fingers traced up towards the head his hips lifted in anticipation. I ran my fingertips lightly over the head, touched the moisture seeping from him; I coated the head with the slippery juices and the way the tip swelled and throbbed caused a sudden trickle of my own moisture to escape me. I could still taste his semen in my mouth and I looked down at him again, remembering the wonderful excitement of holding him in my mouth and feeling him pulse between my lips as he flooded into my mouth. Just as I was considering sliding down and taking him in my mouth again Michael reached down and stopped my hand from moving on him.

“Jen, we had better stop, they will be back soon”.

I looked at the clock by my bed. Yes, it was getting late and I knew we had to do some tidying up before Mum and Dad got back.

“Ok”, I said, and kissed him on the lips, “but I promise you, we are going to do this again!”

He hugged me to him. “Oh Jen, I hope so, it was the most wonderful thing! I never dreamed you would do that. Promise me it wasn’t awful?”

I gave his penis one last adoring squeeze.

“Michael, I loved it! And to prove it I am going to do it again, soon”.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that, because as we got dressed Michael had a great deal of trouble getting his trousers zipped up over his erection. It seemed to have grown an inch or two! We covered our tracks as best we could and I could see that Michael was nervously worrying about whether we had left any incriminating evidence. I took the precaution of brushing my teeth, as I had no idea whether Michael’s lingering aroma that was so strong in my own nostrils would be identifiable!

When Mum and Dad eventually came home the house was back in order and we were innocently watching TV. When Mum asked, “What have you two done tonight?” I could see Michael flinch, but I was ready.

“We played a bit of scrabble and watched TV, but there wasn’t much on”.

I had even scanned the TV Times to make sure what had been showing, just in case they asked. Michael didn’t speak much but we exchanged several very knowing glances.

The next day the weather was lovely and in the afternoon Michael and I decided to ride our bikes out to the nearby woods. It was a distance of about three miles and we had often gone there when we were bored at home with nothing to do. Because it was so hot I wore a pair of white shorts and a little pink vest. I was in a devilish mood so I decided to go without a bra. My breasts were small and I didn’t really need a bra at all but Mum always tried to make me wear one. Whenever I went bra-less she always tut-tutted and complained about how I mustn’t do it because I would look like a tart. As we got our bicycles from the garage I noticed Michael sneaking peeks at my breasts.

“What are you looking at?” I teased him. His answer was so bold it surprised me.

“Your tits!”

I never expected him to use that word.

“Do you mind me not wearing a bra?” I asked.

“Not at all, I like it!” he grinned at me. My straight-laced brother was beginning to lighten up!

We rode to the woods and I revelled in the sensation of freedom as the wind blew under my vest and over my breasts. My nipples hardened and I loved the feel of them brushing against the fabric as my breasts bobbed up and down as I pedalled. I also became aware of the feel of the saddle between my legs and my mind went back to the previous evening when Michael had put his penis between my legs in the shower. When we got to the outskirts of the woods we chained our bikes to a metal post in the car park and set off along a track. Neither of us had said anything but we both knew that we wanted to find a quiet spot where we could be alone.

Unfortunately the lovely weather had brought people out to the woods in droves and it soon became clear that it was going to be difficult to get any privacy unless we moved off the beaten track. Our previous explorations had made us very familiar with the woods so we headed off through the thickest undergrowth to a place we knew where a stream flowed through a small clearing in the woods. To get there required some awkward scrambling through brambles and we were fairly certain that the old folks walking their dogs would never go there.

By the time Escort bayan we arrived at the clearing my legs were scratched and stinging and Michael made me sit on a fallen tree while he wet a handkerchief in the stream and used it to soothe my legs. I stretched out my legs and he carefully tended to my scratches. His own legs were far more badly scratched but my darling brother made sure that I was OK before he splashed a little water on himself. We sat together on the tree trunk and Michael held my hand. We didn’t speak at all for several minutes and then Michael said, “Jen?”

I turned my face toward him and he bent forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned his kiss and when we parted I asked, “Were you going to say something?”

He looked at me for a few seconds and then whispered, “I love you”.

“I love you too, Michael”, I replied and kissed him again. Our lips parted and I felt myself getting breathless as our tongues touched and dipped into each other’s mouths. I had to come up for air and I noticed that Michael was also breathing heavily. I also noticed that the front of his shorts was distended by a very eager object inside. I giggled, “It looks as if he wants to come out to play!”

Michael grinned back at me. “I think he can remember last night!”

I kissed Michael again and his hand slipped under my vest and gently cupped my right breast. I moaned with pleasure as my nipple hardened instantly and pressed into his palm. He stroked my breast so tenderly and then took my nipple in his fingertips and teased and played with it until I shuddered; the tingle in my nipple seemed to shoot down to my crotch where I sensed growing moisture. My hand on Michael’s thigh slid upwards until I was holding the tent pole in his shorts. As I fondled him I felt wetness on my hand and looked down; there was a big damp patch at the apex of the tent. I felt for the buttons and opened his fly, reached in and found the warm hard shaft. Michael reached down and helped me release his penis. I looked down at it, marvelling at how strong it looked jutting out of his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around it beneath the head and slowly ran my thumb up and over the tip, feeling the clear liquid seeping so copiously from him. It was so slippery; I moved my thumb in small circles and Michael shuddered and moaned. I looked at him in my hand; I loved the feel of him, the stiff shaft so hard and strong as I squeezed my fingers round it, and the lovely head at the tip, soft and silky smooth and so graceful with its sensuous curves flaring out to the prominent ridge where it joined the shaft.

“Michael”, I whispered in his ear, “your cock is so beautiful”.

I could sense that Michael was a little shocked at what I had said but he was also excited by my brazen language and I decided to continue.

“I love you – and I love your cock”.

I enveloped the head in my fist and gave it a soft squeeze.

“Do you want me to kiss it?”

Michael groaned and I took that as a ‘yes’. I slipped off the tree trunk and knelt between his legs. His cock jutted from his fly, inches from my face. From that vantage point I admired the long curving arc of the shaft and the beautiful swollen head at the tip, pointing defiantly skywards like an arrowhead. I studied the shape of it, marvelling at the taut bowstring connected just below the slit, and the perfect symmetry of the head to either side. It was a masterpiece of creation, designed for exquisite penetration and I yearned to feel it entering me. As I gazed at it more liquid welled up from the slit, forming a glistening jewel in the sunlight before it lazily spilled over and slowly trickled down the underside of his shaft. I put a hand on each of his hips and brought my mouth closer. Before I even touched him Michael groaned and his cock jerked, I knew he could feel my warm breath on him; I pursed my lips and blew on him and he sighed. I bent forward and kissed him gently on the very tip.

“Oh, Jen!”

I moved my head from side to side, my lips brushing over the tip, kisses as soft as a butterfly. Michael leaned back on the tree trunk, bracing himself with his hands behind him, thrusting his crotch up to meet me. As my lips touched him they grew wet with his juices; I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the salty fluid. I teased him unmercifully, caressing him with the softest touches of my lips, pushing his hips away from me as he strained to enter my mouth. When he looked as if he could take no more I extended the point of my tongue and licked slowly and deliberately down the shaft, down to the base and then slowly back upwards, closer and closer to the head and finally I dipped my tongue into the pouting eye at the very tip.

“Oh, God, Jen, please!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh Jen, no, please… please…”

I knew very well what he wanted. I looked up into his eyes. “Do you want me to suck you?”

“Oh yes, yes!”

I held him at the base between fingers and thumb, gave the Bayan escort tip another quick lick and took him into my mouth. As my lips wrapped firmly around him Michael shuddered. “Oh Jen, yes, Oh God….”

I held him still in my mouth and then began slowly sucking, moving my tongue over and around the head as I sucked, feeling the head swelling ever larger. Liquid seeped onto my tongue and I savoured the taste; I was growing to love it! I experimented with my lips and tongue, varying the amount of suction, sensing from his moans and the way his hips jerked what pleased him most. I soon found something that drove him wild; I held him with my lips wrapped tightly just below the crown of the head with my tongue extended underneath – I sucked rhythmically, like a baby on its mother’s nipple, and lapped with my tongue at the sensitive bowstring.

“Oh Jen, oh yes, oh stop, stop!”

I took my mouth from him. Michael held my face gently in his hands, his cock twitching as it throbbed.

“Oh Jen, that’s unbelievable! I nearly came”.

“You can if you want to”, I said, smiling up at him, “I told you last night, I love it”.

“Yes, but I… I want to do something for you”.

Michael lifted me to my feet and started unbuttoning my shorts. “Are you sure there is nobody around?” I asked.

“We would hear anyone if they were near”.

Michael undid my shorts and pulled them own and I stepped out of them. He arranged them neatly on the tree trunk.

“If we hear anyone coming you can slip them on quickly!”

My panties followed. Michael sat me on the tree trunk. As he stood over me he kissed me on the lips and then knelt down, parting my legs. I was breathless in anticipation. Was he going to do what I suspected? Michael lifted my vest and kissed each nipple in turn. I trembled and held his head as he sucked and licked the tips of my breasts. Then he kissed beneath them, and slowly his mouth traced a path over my stomach. I lay back, braced with my hands behind me just as Michael had done, and my heart pounded in my chest as his lips and tongue slid ever lower. His tongue moved down through the curling hair and I spread my legs and gasped as I felt his breath, hot between my legs. I tilted my pelvis upward and whimpered as my darling brother kissed me, kissed me right there! I felt his mouth on me, his lips on my lips, his tongue probing, and in sheer ecstasy I felt his tongue parting me, dipping inside, Oh God yes Michael, there, yes, like that!

What he was doing was obviously exciting him too; Michael groaned and moaned as his mouth explored me. I found myself spreading my legs ever wider, urging him to penetrate me with his tongue, oh yes, his tongue was at my opening, its right there, Oh Michael, yes, push it in, push it in me oh God yes, its unbelievable!

I lay back, gasping with the pleasure that was surging in my body. The core of my body was totally exposed and open to him, open like a blossoming flower, and Michael was lapping the nectar from deep within me. Oh God, if that was what his tongue felt like, imagine his cock! I think I would die from the pleasure! I leaned back on one arm and put my hand on the top of his head. The bark on the tree was painful on my bottom but I didn’t care. I guided Michael’s head up a little – his tongue left my opening and I wriggled against his mouth, yes that’s it, there, on the bud of my clitoris, yes, oh Michael yes, suck it like that, lick it!

It was as if he could read my mind. I let go of his head; he reached between my legs with his hands and his fingertips held me open as his tongue flicked rapidly over the tender protruding bud. How could he learn so quickly how to please me so exquisitely?

“Michael, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop!

I felt something surging inside me, yes – it was coming, just like last night; waves of delicious sensation rippled through my body, radiating outwards from where Michael’s tongue was flicking over my clitoris, spreading through my body like molten lava. The thrill grew and grew until I was crying out in ecstasy and then it broke like a wave and I clamped my legs together on Michael’s head as the spasms jolted through me like bursts of electricity. I couldn’t maintain my precarious perch on the tree trunk any longer and I slipped off and tumbled to the ground with Michael trapped between my thighs. I clutched his head in my hands and pulled him against me, selfishly grinding myself against his face, delirious with lust as I experienced my second orgasm.

When at last I regained control of myself I let my poor brother free and he lifted his head from between my legs. He was grinning foolishly and I could see that his face was soaked; my juices were all over him! I held out my arms to him and pulled him to me and kissed him; I could smell my scent on him and when I kissed him I could taste it on his mouth. I was intoxicated with sex and even though I had just had a glorious orgasm I ached to make love to him properly, to feel Escort him inside me. He was lying over me as we kissed; I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, I reached down, grabbed him in my hand and pulled him downwards, spreading my legs beneath him, moaning as I wriggled beneath him and then I felt it, yes, for an instant I felt the tip of his cock against me – yes, Michael, put it in me, oh God I have to feel it inside me!

“Jen – don’t!”

Michael pulled away from me, he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the ground above my head. I writhed and twisted beneath him, arching my back off the ground, desperate to make contact with him again.

“Please, Michael, please!”

“Jen, don’t be crazy, we can’t!”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Oh, Jen, of course I do! But think, we can’t do it without… using a…”

“Condom?” I helped him out with the word.

“We have to get some, Michael, please say you will get some?”

“I will, I promise”.

I stopped wriggling and Michael let me go. He got up and sat on the tree trunk, and I scrambled to my feet. He was clearly disturbed by my total loss of control.

“I had better get dressed!” I said and started to pull on my panties. I looked at Michael. His cock stuck out from his fly; it looked painfully swollen and the head was an angry red – he must have been in torment. I stopped pulling up my panties and kneeled by his side.

“Oh, Michael, look at him! He looks desperate! I think I had better do something”.

I bent my head and gently took the tip into my mouth. I sucked tenderly; I wanted it to be as exquisite for him as it had been for me. My lips sank down the shaft, deeper, deeper, until I could not take any more. Michael groaned as I slid my mouth back up and off the end. I looked up at him.

“Tell me what you like, tell me how to do it”.

“Oh Jen, its wonderful, just do what you were doing before, anything!”

I held him with my hand at the base and took the head into my mouth again and sucked rhythmically, vibrating my tongue under the head as I had done before. Michael could only take a few seconds of it before he gasped and stood up from the tree truck; he put his hands on my shoulders as I knelt before him and his hips started moving, slowly at first, but as I sucked him he started to thrust his hips wildly, his cock plunging to and fro in my mouth in a parody of frenzied copulation. I imagined lying on my back with my legs spread wide and feeling the lovely swollen tip nudging between my legs, sliding into me and thrusting hard in me as I so desperately wanted. I heard myself moaning and my free hand slipped down to my crotch and I touched myself; my fingers encountered swollen, puffy lips that pouted open and dripped with wetness. I touched my clitoris and a shock ran through me – my God, I was so excited – just a few touches and I think I could make myself orgasm again!

I tried to push the selfish thoughts from my mind; this was Michael’s turn, but I could not take my fingers away from between my legs. I struggled to keep him in my mouth as his thrusts grew more violent – to control him better I wrapped my hand around him and tugged on him, jerking his cock as I sucked. Abruptly his thrusting ceased and I tightened my lips around the head, my fist moving up and down on his shaft, as if I was milking him into my mouth.

“Oh Jen, yes, that’s it. Oh God yes!”

I could sense that Michael couldn’t last much longer.

“Oh, Jen, Jen, unh, unh, yes – its coming!”

Michael held my head in his hands, groaning as if in pain as he felt his orgasm welling up. His legs shook uncontrollably. “Jen, Jen, oh fuck yes – aaaaaaaaaah!”

Michael emitted a strangled cry and ejaculated in a flood. I felt his cock throbbing between my lips as he began spurting and I thought I was close to coming myself; the heady thrill of feeling all that warm liquid gushing into my mouth was almost enough to push me over the edge as my fingertips wiggled frantically against my clitoris. I held his sperm in my mouth as long as I could, marvelling at the strange taste, reminiscent of rock pools and seaweed, and the smooth creamy consistency. The incredible eroticism of experiencing my dear brother gasping in ecstasy as he filled his loving sister’s mouth with spurt after spurt of semen was breathtaking. I had to swallow, once, twice, and then the spurts dwindled. My hand ceased its urgent tugging and I tenderly milked him, letting the last drops pool on my tongue as his orgasm waned. I slipped my mouth from him and looked up at him. Michael was gasping for breath as if he had run a mile. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to show him what was on it, and then slowly and deliberately swallowed.

“Oh God, Jen, you are amazing!”

I knew he would be turned on by my outrageous behaviour, and sure enough, his cock twitched and a little trickle of semen oozed out and hung suspended from the tip, swinging like a pearly pendulum. I caught it in my palm before it dropped to the forest floor and wrapped my hand gently around the tip of his cock, coating the head with the slippery sperm. I moved my hand on him and he gasped, “Jen, oh God, I think… oh yes, faster, faster!”

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