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The Sweetest Sin Pt. 10

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Hmm. I may have gone a bit over the top with this one. Sorry for any mistakes or missteps. It was written in a rush – I just wanted to get it out and move on. If you scroll to the end, there’s a postscript explaining why

Cassie’s story, Chapter 5

Dad brought me breakfast in bed on that last morning.

“Are you 100% sure about this?” he asked. “You don’t have to come back to me unless you are certain. No matter what happens, I will always have the memory of this time. I swear, if you have any doubts about any of this, we can go back to being father and daughter, and this will be a secret, unspoken episode in our lives. The best two weeks of my life, but a chapter that’s closed forever. I’m not saying it won’t be difficult, remembering all the things we have done to each other. I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you and my cock out of you, but I won’t force you to do anything.”

I sipped my coffee. Force me! As if everything we were doing wasn’t exactly what I’d planned and wanted. “I’m more than twice your age,” he had said. Well, that goes with the territory, when father fucks teenage daughter. And this isn’t a chapter; this is our life story. We’re going to grow old together. And we won’t be like other couples, whose passion fades, who start taking each other for granted, whose love withers away. This father-daughter bond, there’s nothing to compare. It’s going to keep us loving and fucking and enjoying life for as long as we draw breath.

I said: “I’ve never been more certain about anything. I’ll be on that plane this afternoon, but my life is here. Here – or wherever you are. I will never have sex with anyone else, Dad; I know this is too good to let go of. I could never find anything this amazing again. You and me, we’re a team for life. The only reason I’m flying back is to say goodbye to Mom and Jack and to prepare for my new life with you.”

He leant in and kissed me, soft and strong. “That’s exactly how I feel, baby-girl. My dick just needed to hear you say it.”

Time for one last fuck before the flight. Our special position: him sitting with his back against the headboard, me sitting on his cock.

Face to face. I could rock on him for hours, slowly taking us to orgasm. Not as primal as being ridden missionary (the archetypal position, the man planting his seed into the Mother Earth goddess below). Not as fun as doggy (raw sex like animals, the position of mammals for millions of years). With him on top or doing me from behind, he was in charge – which I loved — but in this special position we were physical equals. Face to face like this, right up close, our hands were free to caress; our mouths rarely left each other. I could grind, I could move up and down on his cock, or I could just sit there, feeling his hard living meat on my vaginal walls.

“I am going to miss you so much,” I said, squatting over his hairy groin, grabbing his cock and lowering myself onto him. A little squeal of pain as his big cock-head pushed through my lips, then that lovely slow descent, until, somehow, I had accommodated his entire thick shaft. Locked and loaded. Comfortably uncomfortable with that big prick crammed up me. I began to rock gently. “I don’t know how I will survive the next few weeks.”

“That’s all it is – 28 days. They’ll pass,” he said, hands cupping my breasts, his dick see-sawing inside me. “And when you come back… Cassie, will you…”

He took my left hand and I felt him slip something on to my finger.

It took me a few seconds to understand. Oh my God. My heart stopped. It can’t be. My grandmother’s wedding ring. One band of rose gold looks like any other, but to me it was the most precious thing in the world. I knew it was the one possession he would never part with. Now he would never have to.

“Oh my God, Daddy,” and the tears came in floods. “Oh my God. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.”

“My little girl. My wife.” His thrusting grew faster, stronger.

“That’s it, Daddy,” I urged him. “Your dick feels super-good inside me. All that sweet pink candy between my legs, just for you. Only ever for you. Do you like it, Daddy? Are you proud that you are plundering your little girl’s candy hole?

“Don’t you wish we could tell people, Daddy? Tell everyone how you fill up your young daughter, how you fuck your living sperm into her teenage candy-hole. Maybe we could tell a few people, just a few trusted people, how well Daddy’s cock-stick fits his little girl’s shaven pussy. Something this good, we should share it with the world.”

That “shall we tell someone” line was a good one to work on. I’d come back to it later. “What if someone found out, Daddy, wouldn’t that be awful. Oh dear, what if Mom found out, what do you think she would do to us?” Etc, etc. It was his biggest fear – our biggest fear – being found out, but that’s not to say we couldn’t make it part of our fantasies.

It turned me on, and it was working on him too. He was trembling uncontrollably, but still kept plunging into me.

His eyes were locked onto mine. talas escort I held my breasts up, daring him to look. He knew. He knew what I was doing. He refused to take his gaze from mine, but his eyes flinched, and then suddenly he was staring at my big white boobs, with their fat pink nipples, wobbling in my hands, and we both knew I had won. His eyes were devouring my breasts. He was whimpering — this huge Beast was whimpering, a slave to his little girl’s body. He would do anything – anything – to fuck me, we both knew that. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to get his cock into me. I savoured a daughter’s complete control over her father.

“Come on, Daddy. Harder. Don’t be afraid to hurt me. That’s what you’re baby-girl wants, Daddy. That’s what she needs.” I reached under to grab his balls, sweaty and hairy, hidden away under our rutting bodies. The crux of us. The engine room of our pleasure, where cock met cunt. I felt his sodden groin hair and inhaled. His wild animal smell mixed with our sweat and my high, sweet tang. And soon, the magic ingredient: his sperm. The smell of great sex.

I squeezed as hard as I could. He whimpered again – but in pleasure, not pain. If my Dad is any guide, men’s testicles are like chicken eggs. No matter how hard you squeeze them, they can’t break, but even a slight tap and it’s total mayhem. With the other hand I stroked his face. I smiled. “You’ve been a good boy. You can cum now, Daddy.”

There was no pretence now of subtly or technique. There was nothing of his usual smooth, controlled tempo. He was just a male who needed to inject his sperm into his mate. He was randomly stabbing into me, grunting incoherently.

Then his hands were under my butt cheeks and he was lifting me off and on to his cock. I held fistfuls of his thick chest hair as I plunged down onto him. The gold flashed, and my pussy went up through the gears. Till death us do part. His tongue was invading my throat. Tears streamed down my face. I could sense it: he was close. Could I get there before him; with him?

The first ripple came, like the incoming tide on the seashore, then the next wave, a little further up the beach, then the next a little further, then a little further, edging towards the carefully built sandcastle. A little further, then a little further, then without warning the ripple turns into a surge and the wave comes crashing down, destroying the sandcastle, then the next wave washes it away and the next wave wipes the shore clean. I have never figured out whether I am the wave or the sandcastle, I only knew I was melting – the heat, the sensation – and I was cumming like never before, my first orgasm as a married woman. For the first time I could feel juice flowing out of me like hot honey, dripping down his stalk. He was cumming too, cumming with me, and the wet slap began to turn into splashing as I felt his seed spurt into me and splatter out of me as he tried to make his dying strokes last as long as possible.

Kissing, grunting, breathing hard, we came down slowly. “I love you I love you I love you” was all I could moan into his mouth. “I love you, I love you.”

We stayed there, joined at the groin, his cock going soft, but still feeling big inside me. Mouths locked, my hands entangled in his chest hair, his hands gripping my breasts.

I left it a decent amount of time, then moved to dismount.

“No, wait,” he said. He lifted me off his cock and laid me on my back, put two pillows under my butt and positioned my legs in the air. Showing an unexpected burst of energy after all that exertion, he leapt out of bed and disappeared, returning with a tablespoon.

“???”

He spread my lady-lips gently with one hand and scooped. Then he brought the spoon to my mouth. I opened wide and he fed me our cum. He dipped again, inserting it further into my pussy. I swallowed again. A strange taste – not salted caramel… of course not… but for some reason that’s the taste that came to mind. And – a hint of aniseed? A delicious mix of his sperm and my juices. He dipped into me again, deeper, and I fed again.

“This will happen often,” I told him as I licked the spoon dry.

“You like?” he asked. “It’s not every girl who gets to eat herself out.”

“I like. I love. But this bride has a plane to catch.” I climbed out of bed reluctantly and gave his limp cock a suck, getting my cream from the source. There was time for a quick shower, then into the car.

+++

We caught every green light going and actually made it to the airport in plenty of time.

“I hate to leave,” I said as we sipped our drinks.

“No, you have to go, Cassie,” he said, reaching across the table to brush the hair out of my eyes. “This is just for a few weeks, then we’ll be together. You need to sort out stuff back home.”

Back home. But my home now was with him. A bride has to leave her family to join her husband. “I don’t want to leave you, ever,” I sniffled. “But you’re right, darling. I’ll arrange to move my things to New York, and tarsus escort then I’m going to fly back and we’ll breed happily ever after. You can keep me bareback and pregnant all year round.”

I drew a deep breath. I had something else to say. This wasn’t going to be easy. “But there’s something important I need to tell you, Dad. As soon as I get home, I’m booking an appointment at the doctor for an implant.”

He looked puzzled. “Implants? What do you need implants for? You have the most perfect breasts I have ever seen.”

“Implant. Contraceptive implant,” I said.

He flinched as though I had hit him with a hammer. “You mean… Cassie, no. I thought we agreed. I thought…” He looked as though his whole world had crumbled.

I put my hand on his arm. “No, Dad,” I said quickly. “This is just for six months, max. You said the takeover of your business could take that long. I don’t want to be pregnant while you’re in the middle of wrapping up the deal. You’ll be distracted, you’ll be working all hours. When I am carrying your baby, when I become a mother, I want you there. With me and our child.”

His face softened. “Oh God, for a second there, I thought… No, of course. You’re right. I hadn’t considered that. Yes, we both have so much to sort out. We can wait. Six months makes sense.”

“Six months, I promise. After that, it’s straight-up baby-making for as long and as often as it takes. I am going to rock your cock.”

With that out of the way, I began to feel impish. Should I? I was a married woman now. Time to put away the Little Girl Voice? Oh, what the hell. He likes it. I like it. Where’s the harm.

I puffed out my bra-free chest, my nipples prominent, like on that first day – so long ago – when he collected me from the airport and struggled to keep his eyes off the breasts that had grown two sizes since he had last seen me. “Will you miss them, Daddy? Will you miss my teen titties, so soft and white?”

He swallowed and glanced around to see whether anyone could hear. “No. They’re too big to miss,” he laughed nervously.

“Will you miss my milk bombs, Daddy?” I bounced ever so slightly in my seat, making my boobs jiggle under my white t-shirt. The nipples stuck out like acorns. “My bombs, my bombs, my milky, milky bombs.”

He was trying to stay cool, but his breathing was ragged and he couldn’t take his eyes from my breasts.

“What flavor do you think my milk will be, Daddy? Cherry red? That’s your favorite, isn’t it, Daddy. You loved it when I gave you my cherry.”

I leant forward and dialed it up a notch. “I love it when you incest me, Daddy. I love it when you jam your fat prickle into my lady-hole and make me cum-and-cum-and-cum. Or when you grab my hair and squirt your joy-juice down my…”

He squirmed in his seat. “Sshhh, you madwoman, someone will hear.”

“Tell me you love me,” I said in my normal voice.

“I love you Cassandra, you know that,” he said.

“Mrs Quentin. Call me Mrs Quentin.”

“I love you, Mrs Quentin,” he said, and my pussy somersalted. He looked at his watch. “Now, it’s time.”

We stood. I moved closer to him and unobtrusively brushed the back of my hand against the lump in his pants.

He groaned. “Christ, it aches like I’ve never known. I’m going to go home and paint the ceiling cream.”

“Uh-uh.” I gave him another secret stroke and smiled as he stiffened. “No, Dad. No touching ourselves while we’re apart. We promised, remember?”

“I know, Cassie, but how do you expect…”

My eyes narrowed. I lent up to whisper in his ear at the same time as I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I squeezed his balls through two thin layers of cloth. “These fuckers,” I hissed, “These fuckers are mine. And whatever they make is mine. Got it?”

He was sweating, terrified in case anyone could see. But we had a corner table. No one was looking and they couldn’t see us anyway, with his back turned to them. I glanced down. He was stiff, but his erection was pointing down, through his boxers and down his thigh. Even through his pants I could see the outline of his mighty cock-head.

I squeezed as hard as I could. “These boys are working for me, understand, buster?”

He nodded weakly and glanced around. “Oh my God, here comes Kelli.” His eyes widened in panic. Fumbling with his pants, he sat down quickly, trying to drag his jacket over his erection. “Ah, hello, Kelli, nice to see you again” he said, wiping a palm across his brow.

“We’re about to board, Mr Quentin. Thanks so much for taking care of Cassie. Shame she couldn’t make the WarHammer concert. Must have been a nasty cold.” Kelli bent down to give him a peck on the cheek as he sat awkwardly.

I told her: “I’ll meet you at the gate. Just give me a mo to say goodbye to Dad and I’ll follow you.”

I bent down and kissed his cheek innocently and fondled the hardness inside his pants.

“Don’t worry, lover. It’ll be worth it when I get back. I’m counting the days until you can bash my gash with that taşköprü escort big cunt-buster.

“And now, father, I have to go. And you are going to watch my tight teenage ass every step of the way to the departure lounge. And then you are going to go home, and think about that ass, and that hot young honey-hole, and those big milk-bombs, and the cherry you took. And there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.”

+++

I slipped into my seat, utterly shattered. Still weak from sex, I was emotionally and physically wrung out, crushed from the weight of the two greatest weeks of my life. And that little performance in the cafe – I had tried to sound sassy and in charge, but it had drained whatever was left of my energy.

“Cassie, can I tell you something?” Kelli asked as she sat down beside me.

“Of course.” Kelli had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Sunday school, kindergarten, all through school. We had shared laughter and tears, gossip and secrets. It hurt that this was one secret I could never tell her. “What’s on your mind?”

She glanced around, then whispered: “Your father – he’s such a panty-dropper. I am so goddamn moist.”

I sat upright. Whoa, girlfriend, where did that come from?

No time to think about it, because now she was asking: “Cass, do you reckon he likes black girls?”

I tried to gather my senses. “Um, well… er… I can’t see why not. It’s not something we’ve discussed. Anyway, all pussies are grey in the dark.”

We laughed at this, then she said, deadly serious: “But I would want the light on. I would want to see everything he was doing to me. Just an hour under that huge hard body, Cass, that’s all I ask, and I’ll die happy. No: half an hour under him, and half an hour on my hands and knees in front of him. It would be like getting driven home by a diesel-driven 16-wheeler. Or being mounted by the prize stud at the county fair. All that mass, all that power, pounding me.”

My God! I never knew Kelli knew so much about animal husbandry, or the American long-haul road transport system. What is all this about???

She leaned in close. “Cass, your Dad is packing serious dick.”

My jaw dropped. “Uh…” My brain was about to explode.

“Did you see it, while you were staying with him?” she asked. “Did you catch a glimpse of it? You know, walking in on him in the shower, or if he left his door open when he got dressed?” She stopped. “Oh, that’s right, you were in bed the whole time.”

My body went into shock. My throat constricted. I swear my heart stopped. Long seconds passed while the gears whirred in my mind. How does she know. “In bed the whole time.” How could she possibly…

“That cold must have hit you pretty hard.”

The blood began to move round my body again. Every muscle untensed and I managed to stutter: “Oh, yeah. In bed. That cold, it really wiped me out.”

But she wasn’t listening. She looked around, leant in again and whispered. “I’ve seen it.”

What the hell? What the actual hell?!? This conversation just could not get any weirder. “What do you mean?” I croaked.

“Just then. When we said goodbye. I kissed his cheek, and I looked down, and I saw it, pointing down the inside of his pant leg. Long and thick. You could see the outline of the helmet.” She closed her eyes and savored the memory. “There was even a little wet patch. He must have gotten turned on so quickly when he saw me. Dear Lord, Cass, it was big.”

She held up her index fingers, about a foot apart. Hmm, slight exaggeration, Kel. I’d have to be hollow to fit that in. She saw my raised eyebrows and moved her fingers another couple of inches apart. “And it was as… as thick as my wrist.” I glanced at her arm. Yeah, that’s about right.

“Oh God, Cass, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking this way about your father. It’s just, well, he looks like a cross between a Norse god and a rock star, he has the body of a linebacker and smells like the best sex ever. And that Dick of Death…” There were tears in her eyes.

I understand, Kel. Two weeks ago, I was like you, willing to do anything to get my hole father-fucked.

As if reading my thoughts, she murmured: “I’d do anything. Anything… I’ve got a wet-on the size of Niagara Falls.”

I felt a tap on the shoulder. “I think I’m in your row,” the man said. And that was the last Kelli was able to tell me on her new favorite subject.

On the flight, while she chattered away about the WarHammer concert, my mind and body shut down.

Scene I

I awoke. I was in some kind of palace. A cartoon palace. I lay on a big bed. I looked down at my body. I was a cartoon too. A cartoon Belle. And at the foot of the bed, there he stood. The Beast. His hairy head nearly touched the ceiling.

“You have awoken, my child,” he said, his voice deep and powerful. “Welcome to my home.” Like me, he was a cartoon character too – a cartoon everywhere except between his legs. His cock, sliding out of its hairy sheath, was lifelike. Not a man’s penis. Beast-like, unmistakably. It was an angry red, painfully erect and growing fast, jutting up, veins prominent. Thick where it emerged from its sheath, it gradually tapered, hard and glistening, to a stubby point. Just as I had imagined the Bear in my fantasy would be. Except my Bear stopped at 12 inches.

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The family gift. Book 2

Later I made my way to coffee; I looked over my coffee cup, my eyes a tad bloodshot, picked up my toast, looked again over my cup, and Jean looked over hers. To anyone else, we are both still sleepy, but she looks to the front porch with her eyes.

I refill my cup and say. “I will read the paper on the porch with my dad.”

Jean comes out and sits beside me on the swing as she asks. “Uncle Bob, can I have the sports pages?”

My Dad gave her the pages and says. “Jean, talk to your school guidance counselor and have them process your application with the FFA (Future Farmers of America). Volunteer fire training is one of the courses. It might help you get in. Also, we, and I mean my Dad and me, are proud of you both. Dan, you going to train her, aren’t you? I saw it at the school; here is your textbook Jean. Your entrance fee is covered by my Dad and I. Win or lose; we are proud of you two.”

My Dad got up to leave; he kissed Jean’s head, then mine, and tossed my hair like I was a good kid.

Jean looked at me with tears in her eyes. OK, I had a couple too.

You told me. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

I shot back. “That’s why we are doing this to find out. I will get you to the ladder; you must climb it alone. Talk to your coach to get into the weight room at school. We need to run a mile a day at first; then we need eight miles a day by the time we start working out together.”

My Dad left to change for church. I say, a smile on my face. “I wanted to beat you ever since you flipped and pinned me. But it’s not a fight with you I want to do right now or ever again.”

Jean hits my arm five or six times hard, wets her lips, gets up, and goes to change for church. After changing for church, I look out the side window drinking a cold Coke in my church slacks, when Jean comes up and sees the kids playing near the tool shed.

It’s made her think, Jean says. If people want kids, you must fall in love with someone you can marry.”

Jean’s sadness was in her voice. “God, I want to hold you right now.”

I say. “Kind of makes the tool shed sad.”

Jean answered softly. “I thought the tool shed was a special place of hollowed ground.”

I say. “Me too; if it’s too sad, we could stop and work on fire school. Nothing needs to be ever said. But that would be sadder.” I added.

Jean says, pointing her eyes to people coming into the room. “We’ll talk later, Dan.”

As she hit my arm with her hand over and over with tears in her eyes, she put on her sunglasses and grabbed some of the younger kids. Jean is one of two girls in the twenty-one-odd cousins, my sister and Jean—they’re off to the church with her brother driving. I thought when we played Doctor, the guilt would hit so hard. So it did that first day in church, but it was more about learning about the other stuff not learned in school by the second day.

I wonder why I feel no guilt, but we should stop to be fair to Jean. She wants kids, and I have been led to believe congenital disabilities would be a big issue. Getting the Bogart’s to church was like herding cats; only the cats were better organized.

I was reading a National Geographic from the early s60 while waiting; in it was a photo and a caption ‘Albert Einstein and his second wife’ his first cousin hell they had kids together, Elsa Einstein.’ It took family marriage to a new level. They were related through maternal and paternal lineages: Their mothers were sisters, and their fathers were first cousins. I took note of the page to show Jean and went to church.

I thought in the church that maybe I should burn in hell, but I did not. I glance at Jean as she moves her eyes to the restroom.

I say. “Got to pee.” To my Dad.”

I go out on my side of the church, and I go around the outside of the church, standing outside of the bathroom; Jean comes up, looks back, opens the janitor’s closet, offers her hand, and leads me in.

Jean started. “I don’t care if the world burns or not. I want you now. Is that OK for today, Dan?”

I say. “Jean, I can’t say no to you. But It will hurt the same today by not touching you again as it would after 1000 times.”

Jean joked. “Shut up and get busy, or we will never get to that 1000 thing.”

I kissed you and say. “If we do it now, people are going to smell us; just kiss me and hold me ten minutes maybe, and we should go back.”

Jean say. “Ten, oh hell yes, this is doable.” As you sit on the edge of the deep sink.

I go to my knees and lift your dress, seeing your panties were pulled to the side by you, and you are so juicy for me I ate till you came.

I say. “Wash your face, dear it looks like you came hard.”

Jean giggles. “What about you?”

I chuckle. “I’m too messy; there be a big wet spot that smells of my cum, as I drain out.”

We washed our faces in the sink and opened a pack of paper towels to dry off.

I look out the closet sürmene escort door, and the coast is clear. Another half hour and it’s over. After church, it’s lunch. I try not to sit next to you, but that’s what we have done for eight years, and I keep my hands off you; mine can be seen at all times, but yours are not. Your touch is like a forest fire lunch was over, and we got home and naps for the younger kids.

I say. “Jean, grab your textbook; we will go to the outside swing. We could read, get some sun and talk; it was not that cold out a sweater was all that was needed.”

Getting out there we talk about things Jean says, “Is this what we are doing tonight, what we do today, or are we just learning how to be better lovers, or is it going to be more of us?”

Jean adds. “Let me grab my reading glasses.”

I ask Jean outright. “Are you sure, baby? We came close to getting caught last night?”

Jean says. “We should probably cool it then, baby, but I will die not having you in my arms.”

I say. “Lots of that going around, Jean.”

I glance to see whose near, and kids are playing with their toys out of earshot.

I hand you the Nat Geo; you read it, look at me, and say. “We see how it goes, lover; later, they had kids, and nobody made a stink; what changed?”

She went off to play board games. I went to watch T.V. It’s been a fun week we rented a movie theater to watch a Peter Sellers movie. I was forced to sit with Jean now. My arms were crossed, but damn it, hers were not; it was only so much you could get away with all your Family sitting nearby. It was excellent; we had to skip the tool shed as we got home. It started raining, which killed the mood; bringing mud in at three am would be a surefire clue that something was happening. It was restful to sleep a whole night; it made things hornier for us. It rained for three days; everything’s so wet there is a pond around the tool shed. We both feel it’s a physical need, and we can do nothing but deal with it.

Then something strange happened, or at least to me it was; we were asked to get card tables with chairs down from storage in the attic. So I take us up with rags to dust and lift you over the half wall to hand me the tables and chairs; there are eight sets. Our hands touch, we look at each other, and feel the need. So I hop over the wall to you, and your in my arms, kissing you. Yes, we were so horny we trembled holding each other.

Jean says. “The fires inside are still there, but it’s so calming being in your arms, Dan.”

We stayed that way till we heard a voice from below. “You guys get lost In Narnia?”

It sounded like one of our Uncles who said it.

I say. “Yes, we wished; we got it all. We start handing it down as soon as we finish wiping it down.”

I was looking into your eyes. We kissed one last time, pulled apart, and started to go down. “We,” I say.

Jean say. “We together this an offer?”

Looking into my eyes as I was looking into hers.

I say. “It is; it’s we now till hell freezes over.”

Jean says, winking at me with a big smile. “We’re coming down now. Someone catch these tables and chairs, please.”

I say. “Yes, yes, We are.”

New Year’s Eve in a house that does not drink or dance, well around granny but get away from home, and it was just like the movie Footloose but not as cool. We all watch the ball drop with that guy from American Bandstand. I love to give two extraordinary ladies a big hot kiss, but you know well what kind of trouble that would cause us.

We watched New Year’s Day and football all day, but by three pm, we younger kids were all going stir crazy. So we hopped in cars and went to the town park to blow off some steam. We played football in the mud. There is a merry-go-round and a small fun house with an office that you can sneak off to for a few kisses and fifteen minutes if you know about the back door lock. I have given Jean a sound come.

Jean asks me. “Why I won’t let her do me.”

My answer was. “It’s that twenty minutes is too short, and my cock drips for a good half hour after, and my light blue jeans would show my precum/cum badly. Was life always going to be this hard?”

Jean say. “After 21, who knows, and another country maybe might help.”

We go to bed and sneak out to the tool shed; our muddy shoes were that way from the park earlier, so we go to the tool shed, and when we come back in, they will be on the shoe racks by the backdoor and still muddy. So we take our things off. I pull you to my lap, and you hold me in your arms. We kiss softly as you sit on my hardening cock.

I say out loud. “Nice, really nice.”

We rock back and forth with just enough friction to be fun. You lift and place me on your outer lips, sliding down my length in one stroke. What difference a second time makes. I tell you, I’m tingling like I have to pee, or my come is so close, so this time you lift and squeeze my prick hard, making me calm, and we can suşehri escort start again; we did this twice. She says, and her travel clock goes off about the same time. “Shit.”

You finally came, and when your eyes can see again, you say. “Fuck that was forty-five minutes?”

I had turned the clock off, set it for thirty more, and say. “Want me to keep this up till we cum, or do you want me to fuck you hard?”

Jean says. “Keep loving us; just move a little faster, baby.”

I do, we did, we came, did not stop, ended up fucking hard and fell asleep, and the alarm went off. We dressed, kept looking at each other, put on our shoes, and put the mowers back. We were back in our beds, and hours later, it was time for breakfast and coffee, and our families drifted back to our lives, heading to our lives and homes, two weeks out of the year we spend these weeks together. Then, it’s time to go home, back to school and everyday life. I had no idea this would be our last family holiday. Jean and I did that; we will have to own it someday.

We talk weekly by phone; Jean lives with her Dad just north of the new airport place called the Woodlands, an hour’s drive from my house. We tell our running times and bench weights first, and when people around us get bored and leave, we talk about ourselves. Once a week is not enough. Younger folks who grew up with everyone having their phone in their pocket. We had a few different things in the 1970s: one house, one Family, and one phone. Then Jean’s folks divorced, then mine. Phones changed almost overnight. Black telephones were the only color available, now came in two colors and two kinds, then three. House phones changed, and most homes had at least two phones. If you had teenagers, it started being a thing. That long cord fifteen to twenty-five feet long cables meant I could talk from my room or phone niche in the middle of the hallway. The phone had a shelf. Or you could install plugs to move the phone from room to room, but that costs extra.

Jean’s phone-talking position was sitting upside down in a chair. I started taking heat about being on the phone all the time. My mom made me pay the phone bills; our bill was billed by the minute in a month. My allowance was insufficient to cover the cost; it ran thirty bucks I received only twenty. We were learning about fire science or what our workout schedule was. We talked for hours about what we wanted shortly with each other or if it was a pipe dream.

We came close to discovering phone sex, but almost getting caught was enough never to try again. Let me explain my grandparents were not wealthy, but the sale of the family homestead, an old farm it was once five hundred acres of prime Brazos river bottom farm land. The money for the farm sale was placed into a fund that paid for every kid’s college since my Dad and his three sisters. So if we got caught having sex of any kind with Family, I know for a fact my cousin who was gay was after he was arrested with men in an after-hours nightclub, his college money dried up, and I had not seen Bobby in four years now he moved to the west coast.

I got a job after school sacking groceries at the local Food City; my favorite part of my day was to make extra pay to stock the shelf’s after the store doors closed. For two hours, they paid double and nothing but moving hundreds of pounds a night. I got to pick up boxes of soup weighing in at almost sixty pounds, each four cases per box, twenty-four cans a case. It was like getting paid to work in a weight room.

Jean had a part-time job also; I mean, you got a job, but she worked in her Dad’s office pushing papers, but I saw her calendar. She’s up to a six-mile run every other day, and I’m having trouble at five, and she’s getting in two hours more time in the weight room a week.

Having completed the textbook front to back, my buddy Terry next door is a working fireman. He showed me his four-year-old test to the local school, and Jean and I took his test we both passed. All that’s left is five flights of stairs, a five story ladder, with one hundred pounds of hose, and a human body double one hundred twenty pounds down the five flights, and we bust the door into a teargas room having to do a child’s plastic puzzle in the gas and exit. I called my Grandfather and asked him if he knew anyone from the local school. I like us to run the course to see what we need to work harder on. Four months of Physical Training Jean and I will run the course this weekend as she moves to her Aunt’s here in town for the summer.

My Dad took us there, says. “Sorry, kids, I had to work, and call him at the office for the ride home.”

We put on our kits. Jean has her hair up in a ponytail, and we add black face paint under our eyes to cut the glare and make it easier to see under the helmet face shield also made her look under a fireman’s mask and helmet and a bit less like a girl.

We waited our turn, and it came slowly; we waited for two hours, and we were taksim escort told ten minutes before our run time, we would warm up and stretch. Nobody else did; they went hard and cold most failed. So, first, I go up the five-story ladder with a hundred pounds hoses and down with the hundred-twenty lbs dummy. I made it through a door with my ax, went into the teargas’s room, and did not make it out again.

I could not see or catch my breath. I was done on the ground; nothing would get me to move black snot was running out my nose. My eyes were on fire tears leaking like my puppy died, making it hard to catch my breath as I coughed up my lungs. I never felt done in before.

Someone poured water into my eyes; it helped a bit. I saw Jean through tears in my eyes, going up the ladder her turn, and you were halfway up. She slowed to a near stop carrying the coiled firehose. I ripped my kit off, ran up the stairs next to the ladder, poked my head out a window, and yelled. “You weak ass lazy pussy bitch move your lazy fucking ass.” I cussed you.

You took a step sweat was pouring off you; it was dripping to the ground, falling like rain, then another step, more threats and more name-calling on my part. “Move your ass bitch!”

I’m up another flight of stairs. “Move your lazy ass.” Another step, you’re near the top, dropping the hose and steps off the ladder beat but not beaten. I want to hug and kiss you hard but I slap your arms through your slicker, getting blood into your arms instead. “Now move your ass, you lazy daughter of a bitch, god your hot,” I said under my breath. You looked at me; your eyes opened wider, but you kept moving.

Your face showed me I am likely to pay for this; you pick up the dummy, you start your way down; you’re not pretty right now, but you are fucking fantastic. You are just one of the guys, but the first flight is down. More cuss words, two more flights done, guys are chanting. “Move your ass, move! Move!”

One more flight, and I want to hold you. I see your pain. I am fucking crying as I scream at you. “Move your fucking ass Bitch.”

You cross the line and lay down your dummy; your helmet falls off, your blond hair falls out, and grasps from most there but not one word.

Someone hands you a refillable sports bottle of water as you see at football games (folks, bottled water is hard to find in the 70s. It’s all glass and just a few brands, hell plastic bottles were not seen much at the grocery store for a few more years yet).

Nobody has said a word; the gas room is all that’s left, and you walk no you struggling to move to the building with each step. Putting your helmet back on and you swing for the door knob. My Dad told her that one and you were in, but she could not do the puzzle and exit like me, so we both failed our first test. A little woman seemed to hold her own and kicked that barefoot, pregnant kitchen to the curb. They had words for her, how dare she, and it was like they tried to break her.

A fire chief comes to me and says. “I saw your Ax, son; it looks gifted to you. May I see it? Damn, 1947, I was there that day, my first year on the job. I’m Pete Cappy Owen’s; your Dad give this to you? What’s you’re name, son?”

“Dan Allan Bogart Sir. My Dad and Granddad were there that day; Sir, my Dad lost his best friend that day; it’s an honor swinging it, Sir.” I say.

Cappy Owen says. “What you did today, your Dad will hear about this. I want people like you two on my trucks. Get it done, son, now, what’s your girlfriend’s name, son?”

I say. “That’s my cousin Jean, sir.”

It took him a second, like he was thinking about what he could say, or maybe should say your face had that look my Dad gets when he’s not crazy about what I want to do or be, but he has my back.

Cappy Owen says. “Son, you and your lady will join the wife and me for dinner tomorrow night; we will pick you up. Is your Dad Bob, and is your grandfather fire Chief? Yeah, your folks will know how you pushed her son.”

I stood taller, sitting on the ground, but I say. “I, We err. No.” I try to deny we are a thing.

Cappy Owen says. “Stop, son. You would not have done what you did today for just a cousin hell or a sister. I am on your side, son; now introduce me to your lovely ‘Angel Cousin’.”

Pete Cappy Owen’s was as good as his word; he picked us up and took us to a lovely house in a subdivision not that far away from us. His wife was a petite hot redhead.

Cappy says. “This is the couple from the fire school Ginger.”

His wife says, “You two are such a sweet couple; have you been together long? Do we, she asked?”

I was thrown back, and I say. “All of our lives, if my Dad and his sister get along, we have lots of time with each other. Yes, you do look happily married for years.”

Ginger says. “We are going to tell you something only three people know. You see, we are first Cousins; we have been living as a married couple for twenty-two years.”

Jean looked at me and burst into tears; she jumped into my arms, and we kissed each other, holding tight, noises or what was outside my field of view blurred. I, or instead, we saw nothing after that. We are led to the master bedroom, and the door is closed behind us. A bed was there, but a rug was closer, and closer was important.

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It was two days after Christmas and my stepsister and I had decided to to spend the day hiking in the mountains. Our parents were married about a year-and-a-half before. Tamara had commuted to her old high school to finish her senior year, and now is a Freshman at the University, So we really had spent very little time together and didn’t know each other very well. But we both said that we liked to hike, and this sounded like a good way to get out of the house and to get to know one another.

She’s about 7 months older than me, and I recently had my 18th birthday. My birthday had just missed the cutoff, so I am one of the oldest in my high school Senior Class. I have run track and cross country and am something of an outdoors nut. She was a cheerleader in high school and she claims to be an avid hiker. Dad says she’s a good student. We’ll see.

I had picked out a mountain hike about 12 miles long. I could do it easily in 4 or 5 hours without running. With 9 – 10 hours of daylight we would have plenty of time to finish, even if she was slow. We got up early, had a hearty breakfast – well. I had a hearty breakfast, she had a girly breakfast. We were at the trailhead by 8 o’clock and had packed our fanny packs with a good trail lunch. I, of course, had a topographic map of the area and my compass. She had her PHONE!

We had been on the trail for about an hour-and-a-half when the weather seemed to be changing. I had checked the weather last night, and it was supposed to be fair. But it was clouding up and the temperature was dropping. We picked up our pace, but in another 15 minutes there was snow in the air.

We were not half way around the loop hike, but the portion of trails that we had completed had some sections that were both steep and narrow and would be treacherous if they were slick. The last part of the loop would not be so steep. So we decided to push on as quickly as was safe.

We moved along the trail as fast as we safely could, but the weather continued to become worse and worse. Now we could barely see 20 feet in front of us. And it was still getting worse!

Soon the trail was over five inches deep with snow and it was piling up fast! We were in trouble, and we both knew it. There was no way that we could go back down that steep, narrow, treacherous section of trail now! We were slipping along the trail, and we were even having trouble being sure that we were staying on the trail.

We continued to forge ahead, we had little choice. We pushed on through the now blinding snow. Soon we could not see 5 feet in front of us!

We huddled together and looked at the map. It showed a small cabin that should be only about a half mile from our position — cross country! It would be really tough hiking cross country in mountainous terrain during this blizzard. But our only other choice would be to huddle in the middle of the trail and hope that we could survive until the storm broke. Neither of us liked that idea very much. So, cross country it was!

As we started out it was really tough going. We were slipping and sliding. Progress was measured in inches and feet. We could hardly tell where we were or where we were going. I was checking my compass almost constantly.

After more than two hours of slogging through the snow, tripping on unseen tree roots, tangling with briers, and falling down more times than we could count, we were about three-fourths of the way to the cabin – if my map reading was accurate.

We had finally come to a flat, open area. Maybe we had finally gotten a break! We were about half way across the clearing when there was a big “CRACK”! This was NOT a clearing! This was a small lake! And the ice was cracking! We tried to race to the far side, but we didn’t make it. We dropped through the surface into the water below!

The water was only about four feet deep, but we were thoroughly soaked! In this cold, that was a problem! Hypothermia! It could set in quickly and it was deadly!

We scrambled out of the pond, I quickly found where we were on the map and we adjusted our course. We were fairly close to the cabin! Scrambling as fast as we could, we arrived at the cabin about 20 minutes later, shivering almost uncontrollably. We are in severe danger of dying from hypothermia!

Shaking uncontrollably as we enter the cabin, I could see that it was dry, and there was a stack of firewood near the fireplace. I asked Tammi to look for a rope, or something to use as a drying line. Shaking wildly, I stacked some kindling and logs in the fireplace. Finding some matches, I lit the fire.

But we are both still shaking uncontrollably. We were still in trouble. I stretched out the rope and tied it up. Then I peeled off my soaking wet coat and hung it on the rope, instructing Tammi to do the same. It was still freezing in the cabin, we were still in trouble!

I peeled off my wet shirt and pants and moved in front of the fire. Tammi was shivering like crazy when I told her that she had to get out of those dripping wet clothes. She was reluctant to do so, but she sultangazi escort saw the sense of my suggestion and finally peeled off her wet shirt and pants.

We were standing in front of the fire and it was beginning to burn nicely. There was a bear skin hanging on the wall. I grabbed it and spread it out on the floor in front of the fireplace.

But we were still shivering uncontrollably. I realized that my cotton underwear was still holding a great amount of cold water. I told Tammi about my realization, and that I was going to remove my underwear as well.

She shook her head vehemently, as she shivered uncontrollably. I peeled off my underwear, hung it on the rope, and then I lay down on the bear skin.

Being nearly frozen, my cock and balls were shrunken up until they had almost disappeared. I guess that between my unimposing masculine appearance, and her own continuing shivering, Tammi finally decided that being warm and dry was more important than her modesty. She pulled off her wet bra and panties, hung them on the drying rope, and lay down on the rug.

But she was still shivering. Actually, so was I. I suggested that we should move together and share our body heat. I moved up against her body, my front against her back, and wrapped an arm around her. In moments our shivering was somewhat less pronounced. We were winning the battle against hypothermia! Maybe we weren’t going to die!

I slipped my other arm under her head and wrapped it around her too. Our shared body heat and the warmth from the fire was beginning to make a difference! Our shivering was beginning to diminish.

As I held Tammi, her breathing began to become deeper and more regular. We had struggled through the snow and across the mountain side for hours. We had fought off hypothermia. Now she was getting warm, and she was exhausted. She was drifting off to sleep.

As I lay there, my arms wrapped around her, I was warming up too. And I realized that her breast was resting on my arm. And WHAT a breast it was! She had to have at least a “D” cup!

I was warming up. I was also thinking about the beautiful, feminine body next to me. This was a bit of a problem. The cold was no longer affecting my cock, but her body certainly was! While she slept in my arms, my cock was now growing to its full 8+” length and it was pressing firmly against her bottom. The more I tried to NOT think about the beautiful girl beside me, the harder my cock became. While she was sleeping, there was no way that I would be getting any sleep!

My cock was trying to burrow its way between Tammi’s legs. Apparently in her sleep she was aware of the pressure and she shifted her legs slightly. My conscience-less hard cock took advantage of the shift to press more deeply between her legs. A couple more such movements and my cock was extended completely between her legs and it was pressing right against her pussy lips!

As she continued to sleep, Tammi continued to move and shift her legs and body. Then she exhaled a sigh! Then another! Her body was now frequently moving around, rubbing her pussy lips against my rigid cock. Then she moaned!

And then she was awake!

“What are you doing!?” She exclaimed as she jerked away from me.

“Nothing!” I said defensively, my cock shrinking slightly.

“What were you doing to me?”

“I wasn’t DOING anything! YOU were moving against me! And my cock simply responded!”

“Really?!” She asked, totally disbelieving.

“Really!” I said. Then I continued, “What man’s cock would NOT respond to holding and lying next to such a beautiful woman?”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“You are extremely beautiful! And if I may say so, you are absolutely stunning naked!”

“Really? THAT sounds like a ‘line’.” She said, a little more softly.

“I don’t have enough experience to have ‘a line’.” I continued, “Actually, I don’t have much experience at all.” I said shyly.

“It’s getting chilly over here. Maybe you could throw on a couple more logs, then you could wrap around me again.”

“Really??” I asked, uncertainty.

“Really.” She confirmed.

As I got up to get wood for the fire, my cock led the way.

“Oh, my!” Tammi exclaimed.

“What?” I asked.

“Is THAT real?”

“What?”

“THAT!” She said, pointing to my cock.

“Oh! Sorry. Yes, it IS real.”

“Hurry up and get back here! I’m getting cold!”

I placed three more chunks of wood on the fire and returned to the rug in front of the fire. As I lay down behind Tammi, she adjusted her position so that I could snuggle up to her backside. My cock was standing at half-mast as I returned. She lifted her leg and reached through and placed my cock back between her legs and against her pussy lips. This, of course, caused an immediate reaction from my cock.

I was curled up around an absolutely beautiful woman, the first naked woman I had ever seen in person! My cock was nestled against her pussy and my hands were filled with the most fantastic suluova escort breasts I had ever seen – in person or not! So, yes my cock was harder than it had ever been before!

As we lay there together, my hands filled with her breasts and my cock pressed against her pussy, we talked. She told me that she hadn’t dated since shortly after she started college in the fall. Her boyfriend had been a jerk. She lived in the Honors Dorm, and she had to maintain a very grade point to remain there. This jerk had no consideration of her study schedule, but worse he had no consideration for her personally or for her body. Especially, he seemed to treat her body as his personal plaything, groping her breasts roughly, etc.

I was horrified by that! I was so glad that she had broken up with him. But it bogged my mind that this beautiful woman had gone over three months without a date!

I struggled, but finally shared with her that I was still a virgin. I had made it to second base a few times, and third base a couple times, but when my date touched or saw the size of my cock, she always said “No”.

As we talked, Tammi was occasionally shifting her legs, and I could feel my cock rubbing against her pussy lips. While she was continuing to talk, she began moving more regularly – causing my cock to slip back and forth against her wet pussy lips. I couldn’t resist myself, and I began to push myself forward and back to rub my cock against her. I was also very gently caressing her breasts.

“Mmmmmm. That feels good.” Tammi murmured.

“God! It feels fantastic!” I said.

Tammi continued to work her body against mine, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was going crazy! I had never been experienced anything close to this! If this continued, I was going to cum! About then, she suddenly got up from beside me.

Tammi stood in front of the fire for several minutes, looking at the fire. I could see her shapely backside. The fire light illuminated a few pubic hairs showing between her legs, and a droplet of moisture sparkled in the light.

Finally, apparently having reached some decision, she turned towards me and said, “Lie on your back.”

I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but I did as I was told. Then she came over to me and straddled my body. Her hips were above mine and her beautiful breasts were right there in front of me. I hoped that this meant what I thought it might be.

As if confirming my unspoken thought, she said, “We’ll have to take this slow. I have never had a cock as big as yours. I think that you will be a gentle and caring lover, I certainly hope so.”

I could have shouted for joy!

She lowered herself, taking my cock in her hand and guided it toward her vagina. Then she lowered herself some more until a couple inches of my cock were embedded within her.

MY COCK WAS INSIDE A PUSSY, I WAS NO LONGER A VIRGIN!

She lifted a little bit, then lowered herself some more, taking my cock deeper into her pussy. I had imagined what this would be like, but it was a thousand times better! She raised and lowered herself several more times, until finally our pubic hairs met. Then she sat still.

“I need a little time to adjust.” she said. “God! You’re big!… I haven’t had many boyfriends, really just two. But you’re WAY bigger than either of them!”

I could actually feel her vaginal muscles gripping my cock. Could she make me cum just doing that? It sure felt like she could!

Her beautiful breasts were hanging right in front of me and I was mesmerized by them. “May I touch them?” I asked.

“Of course! I was really enjoying the gentle caressing you were doing earlier!”

I began to gently touch and caress her breasts, making little circles around her nipples. Then I was lifting them to feel their weight, then caressing them some more. As I caressed her breasts and nipples, she began to pump her hips forward and back just a little. I was in HEAVEN! I was feeling the most beautiful breasts in the world, and the tightest, warmest pussy ever created was wrapped around my cock! I never wanted this to end!

“Yes. This feels so nice.” She said. My stupid grin was my response.

As the minutes passed, she began to move a little more, pumping her hips forward and back further. It felt so good that I didn’t know whether to shout or cry! It was the best feeling in the world!

Then she rocked forward, exposing a few inches of my cock before rocking back to engulf it all again. Hip rolls moved my cock inside of her, body rocking pulled and pushed me in and out of her. Moving inside, pumping in and out. Moving inside, pumping in and out. Moving inside, pumping in and out. GOD! That felt GOOD!

With every passing minute her movements became stronger. She was lifting further up my cock and was riding it further down. My cock was being pushed deeper and deeper into her hot, wet pussy! And when she rolled her hips, my cock moved back and forth deep inside her.

“Pump into me, please.” she asked, softly.

“If I sungurlu escort do, I’ll cum soon!” I replied, hesitantly.

“That’s OK, I’m on the pill. I want you to cum inside me!”

I was more than happy to oblige. My cock was as rigid as an iron rod. I’m sure the veins were standing out in stark relief. I needed that action! I coordinated my thrusts to her movements, pumping upward as she descended. Soon at least 8 inches of my cock was being exposed, then it again slid deep into her welcoming pussy! Now I was holding her hips, coordinating our movements. Her breasts were swinging back and forth in front of me as we pumped and thrust together, our actions progressively faster.

She was riding me hard. Perspiration was now forming on her beautiful skin. I was thrusting into her like crazy! Then her coordination seemed to fail her. Her hips were jerking and spasming as I continued to thrust into her. My climax was like a roaring freight train, it was racing toward me with unstoppable force! I thrust into her again, and again, and again. Then my climax erupted into her with shot after powerful shot of hot semen blasting into her depths as my own hips twitched and flexed. She lay onto my chest, her perspiration covered breasts sliding over my own sweaty chest. We lay together, breathing heavily, our bodies still joined.

When our breathing had partly returned to normal, I looked at Tammi and saw moisture on her cheeks…. was she crying? “Did I hurt you??” I asked anxiously.

“What? No! You didn’t hurt me. It was beautiful, it was wonderful! You were wonderful!! It was just VERY emotional for me. More so than any previous time I have had sex.”

“That’s a good thing, I hope?” I asked, still unsure

“That’s a very good thing. That was by far the best sexual experience I have had in my short, young life! And I think I want to experience it again!” she said with a sparkle in her eye.

“Well, I would, too, but not quite yet. I’ll need a little time to recover.”

“I think I’m going to treat that as a promise, and hold you to your commitment!” She laughed.

Some time later, she said, “I am going to stand by the chair and bend WAY over, my legs straight as I hold on to the seat or the lower rungs. My backside and pussy will be completely exposed and vulnerable. Then I want you to slip that beautiful cock of yours into my pussy. Start by pumping into me slow and gentle, but we will build up speed as we go. I think that your wonderful cock will rub my G-spot on every stroke. If so, it should give me another massive orgasm!”

“OK…. I’ve heard of the G-spot, but don’t really know what or where it is….. Did you have an orgasm before?”

“Oh, YES! I had one of the best orgasms of my life! For this, you really don’t have to worry about my g-spot. It should take care of itself. Later, I can teach you about the G-spot, if you want.”

“If knowing about the G-spot will help me please you, then I definitely want to know about it!”

“OK! Then we will put that on the schedule for later! But first things first!”

With that she walked over to the chair and bent WAY OVER! All I could see was the back of her legs and her butt. Actually I could see her breasts and face hanging between her legs! I was already very hard as I looked at her pussy and ass and thought about what was going to happen.

I stepped up behind her and placed my cock in the folds of her pussy lips. I heard her say, “Gently.”

I pushed forward, gently, and about two inches of my cock disappeared into her. “Mmmmm.” She said.

I pulled back just a little, then pressed forward again. Another inch slipped into her pussy. As I pushed forward again, she shifted backwards toward me and another two inches slipped into her. A few more thrusts like that and I was totally embedded within her pussy.

Then I placed my hands on her butt and began to move. Out slowly, in even more slowly. Out slowly, in slowly. Out slowly, in extremely slowly. It was DELICIOUS!

She was now pushing back on every stroke. I held her butt to control the slow pace. Out extremely slowly, in even more slowly. Slow. Slow. Slow!

Tammi was trying to force my cock into her faster. “Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, faster. Please, harder. Please!”

“But you said slow! Gentle!”

“More, PLEASE!”

I began to move, thrusting into her pussy a little more quickly. She was meeting me with every thrust, obviously wanting more. I picked up the pace a little more, then a little more, and a little more.

Tammi was meeting me thrust for thrust. She was pushing back against me as I was pumping my cock into her harder and faster. I could hear my thighs slapping against her bottom on every stroke.

“Ugh. Ugh! Ugh!! Ugh!!!” She exclaimed with each stroke. Then I was supporting her weight as her legs collapsed under her. My arms were holding her hips and my cock was deep in her pussy, and that was all that was supporting her. But her hips continued to buck and pump against me. With my cock pressed firmly into her pussy by the weight of her body, I could feel her vaginal contractions as they gripped and grasped my cock. I was SO close! Her pussy was milking me so hard! Then I began to cum! Holding her up, my cock buried deep inside her, my hips flexing and pumping, my cum shooting deep inside her. I was cumming and CUMMING and CUMMING!!!!

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As Pastor Nate stepped into the modest sanctuary of his new church, nestled amongst ancient sycamores lining Main Street, he couldn’t help but feel an instant connection to the place. With its simple yet elegant architecture, and an air of potential waiting to be unleashed, the church held a certain magic that resonated deeply within him.

Dressed in his customary black suit, Pastor Nate carried himself with a quiet confidence as he approached the pulpit.

His sermon today would introduce him to the congregation, and he wanted to make a lasting impression. As he took his seat behind the ornate wooden lectern, he noticed three women seated toward the front, who appeared captivated by his every word. Sarah Thompson, with her flowing blonde locks and large, innocent eyes, seemed particularly enamored by his presence. Linda Johnson, with her fiery red hair and piercing green gaze, exhibited a hunger that went beyond the spiritual.

She sat slightly forward in her chair, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to meet Pastor Nate. Julie Smith, a graceful divorcee with shoulder-length brown hair and captivating hazel eyes, also displayed an undeniable curiosity about the dashing young minister. Each woman carried a unique allure, and Pastor Nate could sense the unspoken electricity in the room as they solhan escort collectively shared a palpable bond.

Sarah Thompson approached Pastor Nate after the service, expressing her admiration for his sermon.

“Your words were truly inspiring,” she said, her voice light and genuine. As she stood close to him, the fragrance of her perfume filled his senses, and his heart began to race. Pastor Nate found himself caught off guard by the magnetic pull between them. The sexual tension in the air was palpable, and though they both tried to deny it, their gazes locked, leaving no doubt about the intensity of their desire.

Linda Johnson, unable to contain her yearning any longer, approached Pastor Nate and introduced herself.

Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke, betraying her nervousness. “Pastor Nate, I must admit that your sermon moved me greatly.” Pastor Nate smiled gently at her, acknowledging her sincerity. “Thank you, Linda. It’s wonderful to have such enthusiastic members in our congregation.” Inside, he felt a surge of anticipation, aware that he had sparked something deep within these women. The scent of Linda’s perfume, a heady mix of floral notes, enveloped him as she leaned closer.

Her lips trembled, almost as if she was about to confess something sorgun escort intimate. But before she could speak, Sarah interrupted with a slight laugh, lightening the mood. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Pastor Nate! We just found your message incredibly moving!” Linda watched the interaction with a mixture of fascination and envy.

Julie, who had been observing the unfolding scene from afar, decided it was time to join the conversation. Walking towards them confidently, she extended her hand to Pastor Nate, her expression hinting at a shared understanding.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Pastor Nate. My name is Julie Smith.” Accepting her offer, he shook her hand firmly, noticing the strength in her grip and the calluses it left on his skin. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Julie. And please, call me Nate.” Smiling, she nodded in agreement. “Alright, Nate. Just one question — can we ever truly escape our past?”

Pastor Nate looked at her with curious eyes, intrigued by her direct approach.

He couldn’t help but notice the subtle hint of experience in her tone, and it only piqued his interest further. He responded thoughtfully, “Escape seems like an illusion, doesn’t it? Our past often follows us wherever we go, shaping our present and influencing our suadiye escort future.” He paused briefly, searching for the right words to convey his true feelings. “But what defines us isn’t necessarily our past, but how we choose to grow from it.”

As the group continued their conversation, the atmosphere became increasingly charged with a palpable sense of attraction.

Pastor Nate, unable to ignore the growing tension between him and the three women, grappled with his conflicting desires. In this moment, he knew that his life would never be the same again.

The morning passed by quickly, and as they parted ways, each woman felt a strong connection to Pastor Nate. Though they barely knew him, they couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to their encounter than mere chance. As they walked home, Sarah, Linda, and Julie found themselves recalling the electric moments they had shared with him.

Their minds were filled with the sensuality of his voice, the warmth of his touch, and the undeniable chemistry between them. Unable to ignore the passion simmering beneath the surface, they also knew that their lives would never be the same.

Each night that week, Pastor Nate dreamt of the enigmatic trio that now occupied his thoughts. Sarah’s soft, gentle demeanor mixed with her wild, untamed spirit left him craving her affection. Linda’s burning desire burned like a raging fire, consuming him with every look and touch. Julie’s no-nonsense approach and flirtatious way of inserting herself into the conversation and taking command…

He knew that he was in for some fun times…

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My Sister Wants to Make Me Cum Ch. 02

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Double Penetration

Since that day, Rachel and I hadn’t had a chance to be alone together. It was sort of a rare occurrence, last Sunday, that we were alone at home together while our Mom wasn’t around. It’s normal for me to be at home, and it’s not unusual for Mom to postpone grocery shopping until the weekend, but Rachel would usually be out of the house on a Sunday doing God-knows-what. She had come home late the night before, so maybe she was just tired, or hungover, or both.

On Monday, the day after we had first fooled around, she flashed her butt to me as she was walking out of the living room to go help our Mom in the kitchen.

Then Wednesday night, while we were sitting together on the couch watching Brooklyn 99, she put her hand on my crotch and leaned over towards my ear.

“I keep thinking about your cock in my ass,” she whispered to me. I instantly became hard. She grabbed it and stroked it a little over my pajama pants.

Our Mom was passed out and snoring in the chair in front of us, facing the TV.

“It felt so fucking amazing. I wish I could be in your pussy, too,” I whispered back to her as she kept rubbing my dick.

“Well,” she said back to me in a low voice that was no longer quite a whisper, “Maybe we can do a little of that sometime. But we can’t, like, straight up fuck like that. Pre-cum is a thing, you know. And you definitely couldn’t cum in me that way. I’m not on the pill right now.”

Suddenly, we heard our Mom clear her throat. Rachel withdrew her hand, and scooted about half a foot away from me. Had she heard what Rachel had said?

We both stared at the back of her head, and breathed a silent sigh of relief when she began snoring once more. She hadn’t heard, and nothing else happened that night.

Then at last it was Friday, and this was the day I was waiting for. Every Friday at 6PM, our mom leaves for a couple hours for a Yoga class. She was on her way out the door when she looked back at us to ask what we wanted her to bring home for dinner. We agreed on Domino’s; 2 deep dish pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese. My sister and I were tasked with making a big salad for the three of us so we wouldn’t all die of a pizza overdose.

The backdoor closed and we heard the car start up and pull out of the driveway. “I think we’d better get this salad out of the way,” Rachel said to me. I agreed, and we made our way to the kitchen.

I got some lettuce out, and began shredding it by hand and putting it into a big bowl. Rachel was chopping up a tomato, some onion, and a few leftover bits of green bell pepper. We combined it all, and popped it into the fridge. We’d add dressing and feta cheese to it when it was time to eat. Then we made our way into the living room, and both plopped down on the couch next to each other. I snatched the remote before Rachel got a chance, and put on a Bill Burr special on Netflix.

“Ugh,” Rachel grimaced, “why do you like this guy? He’s totally sexist!”

“No he’s not! Well, maybe a little,” I said back to her.

“Maybe a lot, you mean?”

“Yeah, maybe… but he’s still funny as shit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rachel said. “You’re sıhhiye escort just another sexist Bill Burr fan. You’ve lost the radical feminists.”

We had a good laugh and kept watching the special. After a few minutes, and without a word, Rachel moved her left hand over to my crotch and started feeling around. I got hard instantly, and she gripped it over my pajama pants.

“You know,” she said to me, “if you really aren’t a sexist then maybe you should prove that you love women.”

“Oh?” I asked her. “And how would I do that, exactly?”

“Well,” She began, as she started to remove her panties from under her long t-shirt, “I think this time it’s your turn to make me cum.” Her panties were now around her left ankle. She looked over at me and smiled as she lifted her shirt up over her pussy and opened her legs a little bit.

I didn’t say anything. I sat up from the couch, turned around and knelt down in front of her. She scooted herself closer to the edge of the couch, closer to me.

This time, she looked almost completely hairless. She must have shaved in the shower this morning before school. It was so perfectly smooth, it smelled so deliciously sweet. She lifted her legs up, spreading herself open before me. Her pussy opened up a little bit, but was still pretty compact, and so perfectly pink.

My little sister’s pussy was close enough for me to kiss it, so I did. I kissed her over her clit, and swirled my tongue around on her before I released. I did this a few more times, moving down her beautiful little vagina, until I reached the southernmost point. I licked her here, and tried to shove my tongue inside of her. It wasn’t easy. I wish I had a longer tongue. Much longer.

She tapped on my shoulder and I looked up at her.

“Here,” she said. She reached down and spread the top of her pussy open with her middle and index finger, exposing her clit.

“Focus around here, between where my fingers are.” She told me. “And don’t hesitate to stick a finger inside. It’s, uh… lower than I think you think it is. A little lower than where you were trying to jam your tongue into, weirdass.”

I started to lick her clit, flicking it with my tongue. I moved my right hand up and started working my middle and ring fingers into her tight, soaking pussy. She was so warm and wet inside.

“Hey,” Rachel breathed, “try licking in circles around my clit… yeah, yeah…” She started to moan as I obeyed, running laps around my little sister’s clit with my tongue. I worked my fingers in and out of her as I kept licking.

“Wait,” she stopped me. “Remember last time?”

“Last time?” I replied. “Yeah, it was fucking awesome, Rachel, your ass was so tight… my dick is so hard right now.”

“No, dumbass. I mean after you came. Remember?”

Oh. That’s right. After I came, she came. And when she came, there was a mess; I had learned on Sunday that my little sister is a squirter. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited to be all up in her business when that happened.

“Towel?” I asked her. She nodded. I sprang up and returned with şırnak escort a white towel from the bathroom. She lifted herself up and I jammed the towel under her butt.

“Lick me here,” she told me as she spread her legs farther apart and reached around with both hands to spread her ass cheeks open to show me her pink little asshole.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and started making out with my little sister’s perfect asshole. I kissed it, ran my tongue up and down it, swirled my tongue in circles around it, and stuck it inside her ass as far as I could get it to go. After a minute or so she let go of her ass and re-positioned herself so her pussy would be the center of attention.

I gave her pussy one slow lick from bottom to top, then focused on licking in circles around her clit like she had told me. I put my middle and ring fingers back inside of her pussy, and began working them in and out of her as I continued to lick around her clit.

“Mmmm, David. I think this… Mmmm, I think this is gonna do it…”

Oh, yeah, I completely forgot. My name is David, and I’m a sloppy storyteller (“Hi, David!”).

I didn’t want to be interrupted, so I didn’t reply. I kept going at the same pace and rhythm that I’d established. I’d read that that’s what’s best. My sister moaned as I continued to work on her pussy.

She moaned continually louder, but quieted down when she started to sort of mildly convulse. Inside her pussy, I could feel her tightening. I could barely even keep my fingers inside of her. After a few seconds, my fingers were forced out of her by the pressure building inside her body.

As I continued licking her clit with my mouth locked around her pussy, my little sister orgasmed. She squirted hard. Some of it shot directly into my mouth, which I happily swallowed down without hesitation. Even though it mostly tasted like slightly tangy and salty water, it tasted amazing to me, knowing it was the glorious end result of my beautiful little sister cumming for me.

The rest of it got all over the sides of my face and on Rachel’s inner thighs, as well as the towel. That was a really good idea – the towel was soaked. I kissed Rachel’s inner thighs and around her pussy as she lay back panting on the couch. I rested my head on her wet thigh.

“You done good, pig,” she told me after a few moments had passed. “you done good. Have you had practice or something?”

“Ahhh, beginner’s luck I guess,” I said back to her truthfully.

“There’s still something else we need to take care of, though.” She told me.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“I don’t went my big brother to have blue balls after this. We’re gonna need to make you cum, too.”

“Awe man, you’re right… I forgot all about blue balls. That would really suck. What can we do about that?” I asked playfully.

“Stand up and take your cock out,” she told me. I did as I was told. I stood up, then slid down and kicked off my boxers and pajama pants. My shirt might have gotten in the way, so I took that off too. Rachel took her shirt off as well, and we were both completely naked söke escort in our family living room. God, her pink nipples.

Rachel began slowly sucking my cock, stroking it with her hand as she went up and down on it. I looked down and watched in awe at my beautiful sister’s work. She looked up at me and started talking as she continued to lick and suck and stroke up and down my shaft.

“You made me cum so hard,” She licked the underside of my dick up and down.

“You tasted so good. I swallowed so much of you,” I told her. She started sucking harder when I told her this.

“I want to taste your cum,” she told me. She moved down to suck my balls, putting one of them fully in her mouth while she continued stroking my dick. She moved back and forth, from one to the other, keeping her mouth on me the whole time, making a slobbery mess.

“You better be careful,” I told her, “Or you’ll be tasting my cum pretty soon. This feels so fucking good, I don’t know how much longer…”

She quickly laid back on the couch and spread her legs open again. “Put your cock inside me,” she said. “Don’t like, fuck me… just put it in. I want to have my big brother’s cock inside me.”

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it. I bent over and positioned my cock outside of her pussy. She had gotten my dick wet enough that it slid right in. I pushed myself all the way inside of my little sister’s pussy. I reached up and played with her nipples. She moaned and smiled at me.

“You have to take it out,” she said. But I couldn’t help it, I started to slowly move my cock in and out of her.

“We can’t,” she whispered in between breaths, “We can’t, David, we can’t…”

I came to my senses and reluctantly pulled myself out of her. I stood back up.. “Suck my cock,” I ordered her. She sat up immediately, put her hands on my ass and started to suck.

Being inside of her was the best thing I’d ever felt. After that, it didn’t take much more to finish me off.

“Rachel, Rachel, I’m gonna cum,” I told her urgently.

She started sucking harder. As she did, my cock began shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into her mouth. She backed off with her mouth a little but, but still kept the tip fully inside her mouth. Then she jacked me off as I finished cumming, catching every drop in her mouth.

She pulled away, leaned back on the couch and looked up at me with her mouth still full of my cum. She pushed it out of her mouth, letting it fall onto her chest until her mouth was empty. She cupped her hand where it was dripping to catch it.

She looked down at her cupped hand at her chest. She flattened it against her skin, and moved it over to her left breast. She rubbed my cum on her left tit and used it to play with her nipple. She moved over to her right tit and did the same. She brought up her other hand as well, and used them both to rub my cum into her chest until there was nothing left.

“Haha! Got rid of the evidence!” She exclaimed. “Now no one will ever know!”

“Oh, yeah, I was totally worried about that. Why didn’t you just swallow it? I thought that’s what sluts like you loved the most?”

“I’ve heard it’s good for your skin,” She said back to me. “I dunno. I also think it’s kinda hot, rubbing a guy’s cum on my body… Don’t judge! And don’t worry, I’ll swallow your cum some other time. Maybe sooner than you think, too.”

I really hope it’s soon.

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Monkey Town at Night Ch. 02

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Every two weeks on a Friday our local indoor playground Monkey Town opens its doors at night. Not for the children, but for a selected number of ladies who like to play in the attractions without their kids. Playing with each other reliving their youth and playing out long time coveted fantasies.

Many girls have secret sexual fantasies, often centred around chases ending in an overpowering by one or more unknown males. Monkey Town offers the opportunity to materialise these dreams and fulfil those secret urges. I’m one of the hunters, a team of virile studs employed to assure the ladies a hot time. We chase the MILFs through the maze. Our goal is to catch the gals and take possession of their knickers. Girls who lose their panties must earn them back with a sexual favour to the holder of her slip.

But that’s after the chase. In the Maze another fun element is that we can practically do as we please with the caught MILF’s. This is off course to increase the thrill element of the hunt for the ladies, but it’s also a big enticement for the hunters to catch the girls. It’s free pussy for all. It’s not only the MILFs who live out a fantasy, for us it’s the same. We can do what normally is inconceivable. We do what we only imagine at other times. Grab the girls in the crotch and rip their panties off. And then have us a little bit of sexual fun. I’ve pinched many tits, dipped my fingers in a lot of pussies, and have even penetrated my cock in several cunts. All inside the maze of the indoor playground.

The girl who still wears her panties at the end of the game is called the winner and is given the choice what she wants to do. Most ladies come to get shagged good. Therefor the goal to avoid getting caught in the maze and escape genital activity is very nice during the chase itself, but it’s not the prize they came for. So, they choose an interlude with one of the stallions and all end up getting a real good fucking. Hassle free and without consequences in their normal lives.

AMBER

A big surprise to me was my next-door neighbour MILF partook in the filthy activities in Monkey Town. The mid-twenties redhead is a fragile skinny little thing and mother of two. She has a sweet round face, tiny kiddy-titties and small hips which make you wonder how she could have given birth to her two kids in the first place.

Amber turned out to be a real slut. My neighbour MILF not only loves to be gangbanged, but she’s also addicted big time. Every four weeks or so her urge for carnal sex is so huge she comes to play in Monkey Town at an adult night. Every time she ends up being in the middle of a gangbang by al present males. She needs her tight pussy filled up with huge thick cocks repeatedly.

We keep her poor cunt occupied almost nonstop. After one minute of pistoning her tight twat another big dick takes over. This frequency ensures a continuous attack on her senses where we the fuck studs get enough recuperating time to keep it up almost indefinitely. A good gangbang is typically executed by five men. This ensures a good rhythm with the ladies’ cunt getting pumped ongoing and the studs’ cocks keeping ready without losing interest or getting too excited.

After some ten minutes rotating this way with Amber on her back on top of the fuck bench, the butt right at the edge, her legs spread with her knees bent like a frog, we change her position. We bent her over the bench, her feet on the floor, the belly on the bench sideways so her torso stretches the width of the bench. This way we can easily attack her from both sides, one dick up her fuck box, another up her throat. We keep rotating so Amber’s pussy gets battered continuously while our cocks are being warmed up with her mouth and hands three at a time.

The position evolves to Amber with her right knee on the bench, her left foot still on the floor. Her pussy is now slightly tilted and so is the angle of attack of our cocks inside her pussy. Amber is already whining non-stop, the words she utters mostly are something like “fuck, fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, oh my gawd, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Amber’s position evolves further to a vertical position standing up, one leg held up at her knee giving an easy entrance. Fucking a gal with trusts upwards is o so nice. It’s a good position to hold on to her tits and to finger her clit. Again, we continue to switch continuously.

Next position is on the floor, where we take Amber in a sandwich doggy style. Revolving again we keep her airtight, with a cock inside her pussy, one up her back door, and one keeping her mouth shut.

The finale is again on the bench, with Amber on all fours. Since Ronny, one of our black monkeys, had caught her knickers in the maze this time he had opened the gangbang and was now to finish her off. His mighty BBC dipped into the tight white grotto for the last time and pistoned the tired gal for another five minutes. First with slow deliberate strokes, but gradually increasing its speed. With his left hand on her lower back his right şişli escort hand pushed her head on the bench, so her body got into a slanting down position, the small butt sticking up and receiving blow after blow from Ron’s hard pushes. At last, he got to a standstill, his thick black dick rooted down inside Amber’s love box. His bucking motions and the throbbing of his shaft showed he pumped her core full of his potent black seed.

For quite some time I didn’t know how Amber got away with it all, but recently her hubby told me that Amber regularly takes a Saturday off from all the stress her job and the two young kids give her. She stays the Friday night over at some hotel to wind down and sleep a great part of the Saturday, coming home again refreshed and full of energy. If he only knew why…

JESSICA

Besides all the MILF’s I’ve met and got to know at the Monkey Town nights I’ve also learned to know my favourite teacher Jessica in a completely different way. She’s the teacher of Peter, my sister Barbara’s six years old boy. I’ve met Jessica numerous times at school. Since I’m single, and my sis is a single mom and we live close to one another, I’m a big part in the life of my nephew Peter, and of my sis Barbara as well. On many days I pick up Peter at school. I’m almost like a dad to Peter, so I knew Jessica like a lot of daddies do. And I had my share of wet dreams with Jessica in the central role, not unlike other daddies.

On one of my first nights at the Monkey Town we unexpectedly met, and we discovered our mutual fondness of carnal love together. And maybe our lust also contained a core of genuine love. We bonded perfectly. Standing upright face to face our eyes drowned in each other’s and our mouths melted together. We ended that night with our genitals glued together, my happy dick embedded deep inside Jessica’s vagina. In slow repetitive strokes we moved my cock slightly in and out by slowly tilting our hips against each other counter-wise. The constant friction kept us both craving and eager for more, but we managed to hold back enjoying the magic moment to the fullest. It was tantric. When Jessica’s legs began to tremble, I increased my trusts into that awesome pussy and finally came to a standstill with my pecker rooted deep inside. We came together as I flooded her womb with my sperm.

We agreed to meet in private, since both of us are single. But we also both love the sexual indulgence we partake in at the Monkey Nights. Jessica acknowledges that Monkey Town needs me as part of the Monkey Team, and I’ll never deny her her part of fun in these licentious excesses. But our romantic liaisons including hard fucks we do nowadays in the privacy of our own homes.

BARBARA

At 27 my sister is some three years younger than me. She’s a natural blonde, hair to her shoulders, blessed with firm C-size tits topped with thick nipples and a firm round butt. She became a young mother at twenty. The relationship with the father didn’t work out, so Barbara became a single mother. Peter was born more out of lust than out of love, and I’m sure Barbara was better off without her fling. She’s a perfect mother, and since we’re very close as siblings Peter doesn’t lack a father figure in his life.

The smart sister she is Barbara had to notice something was going on between Jessica and me. And she did. The first awkward moment was when she came to my house the moment Jessica left. Now what could Jessica say why she was leaving my place. She said Peter had left something at school. But why would she than go to my place instead of Barbara’s.

Barbara started to ask me but dropped the subject immediately. A big smile came on her face as she said: “You do like Jessica, I know! Am I right to assume she also likes you, Jacob?”

There was no denial. We were caught more often with each other. We both didn’t seek a steady relationship, but in the privacy of our own lives we became more open about the fact that we like each other more than a teacher and parent normally do. It wasn’t a secret at home or at Barbara’s. Peter thought it was great to see his teacher more often, especially at the home of his favourite uncle.

But to the outside world, at school, and at the Monkey Town, we held back. The surrender to romantic feelings for each other were kept limited to our private live.

I do enjoy watching Jessica frolicking with the MILFs, some of which are the mother a pupil. And to see her in hot live action with the fuck studs at Monkey Town Nights even deepens my lust for her. We try to evade interactions there, although we can’t avoid it completely. Not that we mind, but we don’t want to draw attention to it. What helps is that we approach our amalgamations at MT purely physical.

One Saturday afternoon Barbara and I were in Monkey Town. After an hour of fun with Peter on the trampolines and the slides we let him play with a friend in the ball pool while we drank a coffee on the terrace. Off course sivas escort I loved the moms as they came down the slides, especially when they accidentally showed their knickers. Barbara noticed. But what was more, a few of them wore black panties with silver lettering saying, ‘this Kitty played at Monkey Town’.

She nudged me saying: “Did you see those funny panties? It says something like their pussy plays at Monkey Town. That’s funny and naughty!”

“Don’t know. Can you point one out to me?”

“Look, that’s Tabby on top of the slide now. She’s about to come down with her daughter Fletcher, you know her, she’s in Peter’s class. I’m sure I saw her wearing one.”

And indeed, as Tabby came down the slide and her short summer dress wound up to her waist it was clear she wore a ‘this Kitty played at Monkey Town’ panties.

“Wow, naughty indeed!” I said. Last month I witnessed Tabby being fucked silly by two black hunters as they took her in a sandwich after the maze hunt.

“Do you know where these are sold?”

“No, but I could ask Tabby if you want.”

I went after Tabby. I said that Barbara was curious how she got her knickers, and that I knew they were not for sale and could only be won. Back with Barbara, I told her they can’t be bought but only won, at some sort of game or play at a special event.

At school Barbara noticed that some mothers behaved themselves slightly different around Jessica and me. It was only very subtle, but Barbara didn’t need big signs, especially since she’d seen those MT knickers. She couldn’t grasp what it was until Tabby, who wasn’t aware we are siblings, whispered to her in an unobserved moment: “This Jacob guy is really a hot stud. You should see what he hides inside his pants!”

“How would you know?”

“Well, I’m not allowed to say, but there’s this place where you can get it on with beautiful hot men.”

Barbara asked me what I thought she meant. I couldn’t help but blush ar this direct and open question, but I said: “No, I really wouldn’t know.”

“I say there is a secret!”

“Well, maybe you could ask Jess.”

That evening she asked Jessica. She confirmed there is indeed a place where you can go wild in complete safety and live out some dark fantasies.

“If you’re into some wild action and not easily upset I can take you along and show you. You must promise though not to tell anyone. And you must ask yourself if you can handle witnessing up close people having live sex. Even if this is some hard-core action with someone you might know, like me, or somebody else you may know from school or the mall, or a visit to the Monkey Town.”

“I think I could handle that.”

“Furthermore, are you ready yourself to have sex with a complete stranger? I reckon you do, being a single mom and all that. Sure, you have sexual needs Jessica, I do. I can promise you this will satisfy you way better than your Hitachi. I love it, and it helps me keeping sane.”

“What about you and Jacob?”

“Well, I won’t deny we’re very fond of each other, and it might be we’ll go a long way. But we both have our urges, we don’t possess each other, we give each other freedom. And to let you in on a secret, our relation started on one of these nights.”

Barbara: “You’re right, it’s true I do have my needs. I sometimes had a fuck buddy, but not lately. My last toy boy was this handsome colleague of mine until he moved out of town. Hell, I think I can give it a try, that won’t hurt me not. When and where is this?”

“It’s every other Friday night at Monkey Town,” Jessica said.

“No way! Monkey Town? That I must see!!”

“Yeah, imagine all the moms crawling through the maze and have fun as if you’re young again! The best part of it is there will be men in the maze you must avoid.”

“Why is that?”

“If they catch you, they take your knickers off. You can only get them back if you do them a sexual favour. That’s the real fun of the night. I for one love the hunt inside the maze and try to stay in my knickers. I don’t know about you Bar, but that’s exactly my fantasy since childhood, getting caught and then being overwhelmed by some unknown guy.”

Next day Barbara asked me if I could baby sit on Peter next Friday. Off course that was a no go, so she arranged Peter could go to her mother. With all recent events I figured I might see my sister in a compromising situation pretty soon.

THE MONKEY NIGHT

I ate at Jessica’s that Friday. I asked what she thought of my sister going to the Monkey Night.

“Well Jacob, Barbara is a big girl, who knows what she wants and what she does. You shouldn’t worry about her. I let her in on what to expect, and that didn’t discourage her.”

“Won’t it be strange to partake in some actions with her around?”

“We like to take part in monkey business at the same time, and we even relish seeing each other having fun. Why would this be any different with your sister?”

“She is my sister…”

“So? You’re siverek escort both adults having your needs. I see no reason why you shouldn’t enjoy watching Barbara enjoying herself.”

I had to admit it never put me off seeing Babs in her knickers or in swimwear. She has the same effect on my crotch as all other females. And with Jessica I even love to see her in hot action with others.

It was a crazy night. There were twenty plus ladies crawling the maze, and we were with six hunters. Among the ladies were Jessica, Tabby, and my petite hot neighbour Amber. And my sister.

I must admit that during the first hour of free play quiet some of my attention was on my sister. I surprised myself that I focused many times on Barbara. Playing with the camera controls I did zoom in on her, observing her up-close, even delighting in her body. But this is my sister!

There was no way I could keep track of my sister inside the maze once the hunt started. So, it was all a gamble if we would hit on each other. For the bigger part of the hour, I came mostly upon MILFs without their panties. They had been snatched off by other Monkey Team members.

I stepped upon a small gal still wearing her knickers. She was someone I vaguely recognised, but not from any fun night. She was a newbie in this game, even more amazing she had not been caught yet. I was lucky she was close when she saw me. She turned around and tried to make a haste flight into the climb rope tower. We were on the third floor, at the top of the tower, where she threw herself into. She got stuck in the transition from the second to first floor, where she hung upside down in the ropes, in similar fashion as I found my sister many weeks ago (see chapter one). It was easy to pull her pale purple knickers up over her legs. I noticed the fabric in the crotch was thin and there was a hole on the spot where her clit would touch the material. Typically, the result of fingering her love button through her panties. This might very well be her most beloved knickers. I put the garment away in my fanny pack on by back.

Since she was stuck in an upside-down position, I had ample time to admire her smooth pussy. Her outer lips were swollen and had a nice pink shine, betraying her excitement. The inner labia peaked out and stood slightly apart, granting a nice view inside her promising pink vagina. I had to taste this morsel!

I grabbed her legs, put my mouth over her pussy and sucked on her tender lips. She tasted sweet. I dipped my tongue between her inner folds to get a good taste of her inside. She made some purring sound indicating my actions were not entirely unwanted.

“Alright dear, I’m Jacob. What’s your name love?”

“I’m Cathy. What will happen next?”

“You can now leave the maze and have a drink. I’m sure we will have some more fun later. May I say your pussy tastes real sweet? I’d love to savour you some more, but that must wait for now.”

Back to the hunt. The end was near but there were still some MILFs on the run, and among other hunters I was still on a prowl for knickers. I had been successful in avoiding my sister, but that was luck rather than wisdom. In hindsight I’m sure Jessica stayed close to my sister on purpose. At the time I believed that was even my rescue. Turning a last corner close to the exit I was suddenly eye to eye with my very own sister. As a hunter I was obliged to grab any girl I could, and not give free passage. My evasion surely was to seize Jessica, so Barbara would reach the exit unscathed. I dived forward and was sure to grab my love. But things ended differently. At the last split-second Barbara gave a tug on Jessica’s arm which swung her towards the exit, leaving herself in the spot Jessica had been. So instead of a certain seizure of Jessica I found I had my hands on my very own sister.

Barbara smiled at me, raised her dress, and showed me her red knickers. “I believe the rules say you must now take my panties, bro!”

*****

As the bell chimed the hunt was over. We all gathered outside the maze in the restaurant corner of the hall. All MILFs and other guests including the hunter studs sat in a wide circle. In the middle there was a big bench set up approximate three by eight feet and three feet high, the top side made of an inch thick black sturdy looking cushion.

The ladies that had lost their panties in the maze hunt had to earn them back with a sexual favour to the holder. In public, right in front of their peers. It’s the climax of the night where all the action so far has everyone charged up. It’s a torrent of hot steamy sex. Because all the expectations and the ongoing visual stimulation the bouts of sex are never long and always intense.

So, Amber got her well needed gangbang, opened by Ronny since he had got hold of her knickers. After a serious rotation by all present studs, including myself, she was finished off by Ronny who nutted deep inside the completely screwed up gal.

All ladies got their fair share of sex. And the fuck studs even more. As my moment arrived, I was coupled with the newbie Cathy. I remembered I’d seen her at school being the mom of a kid from the first grade. She had been anxious about what was going to happen, but her fate was sealed the minute she stepped into Monkey Town’s maze.

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My stories exist in the same world. The precursors for this are “Characters” and “Extended Family”. I introduced Laci in “Perspectives”. Folks may be able to jump on board here, but if you want the deeper story, then read the other series.

I know I haven’t uploaded in a while. I’m writing a novel so that takes my writing time.

Reagan ran her fingers through Ainsley’s rainbow hair as they laid on the bed in the guest bedroom, Reagan’s room soon. Lost in her thoughts, she smiled as Ainsley kissed her stomach and snuggled her head against Reagan’s thigh, watching her phone. Despite their closeness in age, she fell completely under Regan’s control. They both liked the arraignment.

“Ainsley, what are you watching?”

“Cat videos.”

“You’re always watching those. Why don’t you get a cat?”

“My mom is allergic to them.”

Reagan petted her head and got another soft kiss on her thigh for the effort. “Have you told your parents you don’t want to move with them?” Ainsley’s dad received orders to Lackland Air Force Base in Texas. They didn’t know Ainsley wasn’t going.

“No, I’m scared. My dad is going to be pissed.” She ran her nails up the inside of Reagan’s thigh, sending a small shockwave to her pussy as she rested her head just under Reagan’s white panties. A simple command and Ainsley would pull them down and pleasure her. She smiled at the thought.

Reagan met Ainsley along with Brooke after Jonah “rescued” her a few months ago. She didn’t really need help, but she wanted a life with her brother, so she concocted the scheme that brought him to her. Since Jonah was already fucking his mother, he had no trouble accepting Reagan’s advances. Ainsley, his girlfriend, fell hard for Reagan, so she had a new boyfriend and a pet.

“Do you want my help? I can explain that we want to live together in an apartment and go to school.”

Ainsley shook her head, still watching her phone. “No, Aunt Brooke said to wait.”

Aunt Brooke. Aunt Brooke. Aunt Brooke. Reagan rolled her eyes and almost pulled Ainsley’s hair, something they both enjoyed, but it wouldn’t be for fun this time.

“Do you always do what Aunt Brooke tells you?”

Ainsley nodded her head yes and giggled at a video.

Reagan didn’t dislike Brooke, or Aunt Brooke, as Ainsley called her. They’d even had sex during their orgy in the Atlanta hotel room. She’d been taught to hate her for years, but that wasn’t the reason for her animosity. Reagan wanted to be in charge of Jonah’s girls. To be number one. His wife. That meant Brooke would need to step aside.

“Ainsley, sweetie. Put your phone down and get that bag on the dresser. It’s a present for you.”

She jumped up and ran to the dresser, squealing. Reagan loved watching her get so excited. Jonah picked a good one, and she was too cute. Such a small body and pale skin that didn’t seem to be touched by the beach sun. So pretty.

“What is it! What is it?” The gift paper flew out as she pulled a black leather collar out. “Oh my god. A collar. It’s so cute.”

Reagan smiled. “What’s the charm say?”

Ainsley grinned as she looked at the small metal heart hanging from a metal ring. “It says, ‘hold me’. This is perfect, Reagan.”

“Well, be a good girl and put it on. Take your shirt off first.”

Ainsley wore only a hoodie. December in Brunswick, Georgia wasn’t cold but 60 degrees brought out the winter clothes for the locals and, around the house, pants were optional for Ainsley and, well, everyone else, it seemed. With the hoodie off, she stood in her panties, turning from Reagan to look in the mirror. Her purple thong sat between her small ass cheeks, and Reagan could make out her small pierced nipples in the mirror. When she turned around, her pet was smiling.

“How cute do I look?”

“You look amazing and sexy, my pet.” Reagan opened her legs and Ainsley walked to her, situating herself between Reagan’s thighs. She knew what to do, but she’d wait to be told.

“Lick my pussy, pet, and after I cum, I want to talk about Laci. Jonah’s been paying a lot of attention to her lately.”

Ainsley nodded and kissed the front of Reagan’s panties, before sliding them to the side.

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“Don’t stop. Right there. I’m cumming. Don’t fucking stop!” Laci braced her hands on Jonah’s chest as her tits bounced. She slid down his cock. With one more push, her knees shook, and she stiffened as the second orgasm exploded through her.

Jonah dug his fingers into her soft ass, sweat covering them both after fucking for the last hour. With her big tits bouncing in front of him, he felt his cock swell. Apparently she did too. She smiled down at him, “Cum in me. Fill me up, Jonah.” He smacked her ass as his dick exploded between her soft folds, filling her until her body couldn’t hold any more. She collapsed on him as he went limp and his muscles relaxed. They laid together; their naked, tangled bodies rising and falling with their exhausted breathing in the silence of Laci’s beachside condo. şiran escort Jonah held her until she raised up, kissed him, and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke a cigarette.

“I feel like a teenager when we’re together. We just fucked for a day and a half, I think.” She stood up and Jonah watched her walk across the room. Her long dark hair went to the middle of her tanned back and a panther tattoo covered her leg from calf to hip. He, Lindsay, and Aunt Brooke called her the Raven Goddess. Her tits bounced as she walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Jonah never took his eyes off her.

“I am a teenager,” Jonah said, grinning. He laced his fingers behind his head and laid back on the bed. Laci laughed as she ashed her cigarette and sat on the sofa.

“I know you are, and I can’t talk myself out of seeing you. I’m over 15 years older than you. You have a girlfriend, and I’m in the middle of a divorce. What happens if Ainsley realizes what we’re doing? Or your aunt? Your sister?”

Jonah smiled at her and sat up in the bed. “Is that what’s been bothering you lately? Them finding out? Or anyone finding out? Do I embarrass you?”

“Don’t start.” She put out her cigarette and took a drink of water. “I’ve been upset because I missed you and now that you’ve been with me for almost two days, I realize we can’t have this and I’m an idiot for thinking we could have anything. You’re a kid and I don’t deserve to be happy.”

“Laci, talk to me. Tell me what happened and don’t worry about Ainsley or Aunt Brooke. I have secrets too, but you aren’t one of them.”

She lit another cigarette. “Maybe one day, Jonah. Not today. Keep your secrets and I’ll keep mine. I’m going to shower. Join me?”

He didn’t like how she changed the subject, but rubbing her naked body down with soap was a fun subject, even if it was just a distraction.

“And then a few more hours of crazy sex?” he asked.

“No, then you go home. My sister is coming down and staying for a week. She owns the condo.” Laci stood and stretched, making Jonah’s cock stir again.

“Sister?” he asked with a smile.

Laci looked down, noticing his dick hardening. “Again? Seriously? All I do is mention my sister and you pop a hard on?”

“Sorry, shit. You’re hot, so don’t blame me.”

“Well, we can’t be fucking like prom night with her here, so we’ll need to tone it down for a bit this week.”

“But not right now, right?” Jonah walked to her and put his hands on her hips, turning her back to him and pressing his hardening cock against her ass. She rubbed against him.

“No, sweetie. Not right now.” She bent over and braced her hands on the couch.

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The next afternoon, after texting Jonah, Laci took another shot and smiled when she heard the car pull up. She hadn’t seen her sister, Mandy, since Denver. Before everything went to shit. Laci fucked up and Mandy was fixing what she could. Rachel and Abby’s image flashed in her mind. The memory of the things she did to them filled her mind as she reached for the whiskey bottle, but she stopped and took a deep breath. She thought of Jonah, one of the few things making her happy right now. A happiness she didn’t deserve. The whiskey could wait until Mandy joined her. She ran to the door to greet her.

“There’s my girl!” Mandy said as Laci opened the door. They could have been twins if Mandy grew her hair out longer. Their eyes were different colors, Laci’s green to Mandy’s blue, but they both wore contacts to look like each other; a fun game they played since college. They stood in the doorway and held each other.

“Come on, let me in the door.”

“I’ve missed you,” Laci said, not letting her go.

“I know. Come on. I want a cigarette and a drink.” Mandy grabbed her suitcase off the step and they walked into the condo.

Hours, and a half a bottle, later they laughed on the back deck as the cool wind and salty ocean air mixed with the smell of the firepit keeping them warm. Mandy stopped laughing and gave the big sister look. Laci knew the talk was on its way.

“Let’s talk and get it over with, Laci. I arraigned things with Chicago. Something happened. I don’t know what, but a new player entered the game. Probably the person who called you that night.”

Laci startled at the memory. She remembered the cliff, her foot on the gas. She was ready to do it, but finally turned the car around and drove here. The whiskey helped hide the memory.

“Do we have to talk about it?” Laci reached for a cigarette, but the pack was empty. Mandy tossed her one.

“Yea, because you lied to me about Abby and then that stunt with Rachel. It’s a fucking wonder you’re alive.”

“I don’t need a lecture, Mandy.”

“You don’t? You stole from the fucking mob, Laci, and then tried to sell your husband’s girlfriends to a human trafficker. Rachel almost died too.”

What?

Laci held her breath and looked at her sister. She did so much wrong to that girl. Took şirinevler escort advantage of her, used her to hurt Lawrence. Now, something more happened.

“What do you mean?”

Mandy poured them each another shot. “Abby’s ex fiancé came looking for Lawrence, saw the Mercedes he sold to Rachel pull into your driveway and rammed her, thinking it was Lawrence. She was in a coma for over a month.”

Laci stood from the table, shoving her chair before walking inside. The slamming patio door amplified her sister’s words instead of shutting them out. She pulled a shot glass from the counter and grabbed another bottle. She always had a bottle nearby. With her cigarette still in hand, she poured another shot and took it down. The burn didn’t bother her anymore. She wanted Jonah or the numbness and Jonah was busy.

Mandy walked in and took the shot glass from her. Instead of putting it away, she poured her own shot, took it and a draw off Laci’s half smoked cigarette before handing it back to her.

“You going to make me chase you to finish the story? I fixed it. Okay. It’s done. We’re safe.”

Laci told herself she didn’t cry, but the tear going down her cheek made her a liar. She wrapped her arms around her sister and laid her head on her shoulder. “I don’t deserve to feel safe. I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve you.” She kissed Mandy’s neck, and they held each other until Laci pulled back and took a drag of her cigarette, blowing it in Mandy’s face. Her sister didn’t move as Laci put the cigarette in her mouth. “Your turn.”

Mandy took a drag and moved back before Laci pressed her against the countertop and kissed her neck.

“C’mon Laci, we agreed not to do this again.”

“Yea, but I’m always misbehaving. I need my big sister to take care of me.” Laci pulled Mandy’s shirt up and ran her hands up her stomach.

“Laci, you know how fucked up this is?” Mandy bit her lip as her sister’s hands slid under the bottom of her bra.

“Fucked up because of how much you like it? Tell me to stop.” She jerked her shirt up, revealing Mandy’s pink lace bra. “You wear sexy lingerie on all your flights? Or just when you visit your little sister?” She squeezed her nipples through the thin fabric, making her back arch.

Mandy let out a silent moan. “You know I like it, but it’s so fucking wrong and, fuck, I’ve missed it.”

Laci put the cigarette in Mandy’s mouth, letting her take a drag before she put it out. “You know what I want?” Laci pulled her nipples.

“Yes. You want me.”

She pulled again. “What do I want to do to you?”

“Fuck me.”

“Say it, again.”

“You want to fuck your big sister.” Mandy whimpered.

Laci spun her around and undid Mandy’s jeans before bending her over the counter. With a quick yank, her pants were at her knees and her pink panties on display. A smack filled the quiet condo as her hand met Mandy’s ass.

“Fuck, Laci.” Mandy didn’t fight back; she arched her back and spread her legs.

“Shut up and spread your legs more. Stop pretending you didn’t want this.” The numbness from the whiskey pulled her forward and pushed her pain deep down. She was going to fuck her sister, and the thought made her body glow and sent a shockwave that started between her thighs and rippled through her body to her fingertips. Mandy spread her legs as commanded. Laci slid her fingers over her wet panties.

“Your pussy’s soaked. Have you been thinking about this?”

“Yes,” Mandy moaned as she pushed against Laci’s fingertips. “The entire flight down. I knew I would do it. I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell you no.”

She moved Mandy’s pink panties to the side and slid two fingers between her wet lips. Her sister whimpered as she pushed deeper.

“Fuck my fingers. I’m going to buy a strap on and fuck your ass next time.”

“Yea, I want that. You can fuck your big sister’s ass.”

Mandy fucked Laci’s fingers and held on to the countertop as the sound of her wet pussy filled the room. Laci ran her other hand up Mandy’s stomach and squeezed her bouncing tits, paying close attention to her stiff nipples.

“Make me cum, Laci. Fuck, I’m going to lick you pussy until my face is soaked. Make me cum.”

She slid her hand down from Mandy’s hard nipples into the front of her panties, finding her swollen clit. “You better lick my pussy good. Do you understand?”

Mandy didn’t respond with words, but her knees trembled as she gripped the countertop and frantically fucked her fingers. Her body clenched as Laci massaged Mandy’s swollen clit.

“Fuck me. This is so good.” Mandy’s stiffened as the orgasm spasmed through her body. Laci held her until her sister collapsed on the countertop. She leaned back and turned Mandy around, holding her wet fingers up. Mandy sucked them obediently.

“Good girl.”

Laci moved her and poured another shot for each of them. After slamming the drink, she lit a cigarette and unbuttoned her jeans. Her sister stood in şirinyer escort front of her, pants still around her ankles.

“Well?” Laci said, cocking her eyebrows.

Mandy kneeled and shimmied Laci’s tight jeans off. She pushed her sister’s face into the small patch of dark hair between her thighs and bit her lip as she felt the tip of Mandy’s tongue on her wet pussy.

“Good girl. Lick me. Make your baby sister cum.”

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Sometime in the morning, afternoon rather, Laci fell out of bed naked, except for her panties hanging on one ankle. Mandy slept as she stumbled to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She didn’t get hangovers anymore, but she got dehydrated, so she took down three glasses of water while her coffee brewed and she grabbed a cigarette.

She missed Jonah. A 19 year old kid and if she was honest, she loved him. She wasn’t honest, so she wouldn’t admit it, but she could send him a topless pic. He enjoyed those. Keeping her bed head out of the frame, she snapped a picture and sent it. He seemed to know how to keep things from his girlfriend, so she didn’t mind the flirty calls and pictures. With her coffee in hand, she grabbed her robe and sat on the deck in the cool morning and waited for her sister to get up.

An hour passed before Mandy came out with her coffee. She took one of Laci’s robes and wrapped the strap tighter around the black silk that revealed her hard nipples.

“Cold?” Laci said with a smirk.

“Cold and horny after last night, so it’s a double whammy. So much for us not doing that anymore.”

“You can say ‘fucking’. So much for us not fucking anymore. I love you and the world can piss off. You’re all I have, you and-“

Mandy perked up. “And? Spill it.”

“And nothing. I don’t want a lecture about my dating habits, and I want to help those girls I fucked up back in Louisville. I owe them that.”

“You tell me about this guy or girl you’re seeing and then I’ll see about helping the girls, Rachel, right? The other one is Abby.”

Laci nodded.

“Good. Now, talk and then you got to take care of my other needs after.” Mandy lit a cigarette and waited for Laci’s story.

Chapter 2

Jonah met Aunt Brooke at the bar. Aunt Brooke to most, but in reality, his mom.

“There he is. Can an old woman take a seat?”

“Not if you call yourself old again. Hey Aunt Brooke.”

“Hey, you order my drink yet?” As she asked, the Mai-Tia appeared in front of her.

“My guy,” she said to the bartender before turning back to Jonah, drink in hand. “Let’s chat a bit, over here.”

Jonah let out a sigh. If Brooke walked away from the bar, then it was something big and he wasn’t in the mood for it today. “Sure, whichever.”

They sat down and Brooke leaned in. “Don’t ‘whichever’ your mother or no more blow jobs. Understood?”

Jonah laughed, “Sorry mom. What’s up?”

“For one, your lovely half sister has quite the persuasive power over Ainsley and I suspect she’ll get her to move in with her when Ainsley parents leave and Reagan gets an apartment.”

“Can’t she live with us, mom?”

Brooke nodded as she took a drink. “Yes, of course, but she won’t stay. I can tell. She has to be in charge, running things, and I run things in my house no matter how big your harem gets. It’ll be fine. She’ll leave on her own, but stay close. Just keep an eye on Ainsley for me. Deal?”

“You got it, mom.”

“Good boy. Blowjobs are back on the table. And speaking of sex, how is the Raven Goddess doing? You’ve spent several nights there since you got back from rescuing Reagan.”

“Good. We’re getting closer. Her sister is in town, so I may not see her for a bit if Laci wants to keep me a secret. Speaking of secrets, she has a big one. I haven’t broken through yet to get it.”

“Not everyone will share their secrets. We talked about this. Now, check on Ainsley and your sister and stop talking about Laci. She’s walking up.”

Jonah turned to see her, but found his eyes on her sister. She was Laci with shorter hair. If he didn’t know she was one year older, he would have thought them twins.

“Hey Laci, going out on a limb here and guessing you must be Mandy.” Jonah stood and held out his hand. She took it with a smirk and introduced herself.

“Sit with us, c’mon,” Brooke said as the girls glanced at several empty barstools away from their table.

“We don’t want to intrude,” Laci replied.

“Nonsense, sit.” Brooke scooted a chair out for Mandy and Jonah caught her sneaking a glance at him.

“What are you ladies drinking?” Brooke asked.

The drinks kept coming, and they were deep in the night when he gathered the girls for a group selfie before he and Brooke left the bar, and headed down the beach towards home. They stopped when Jonah heard someone call his name. He turned to see Mandy running towards them with his phone.

“Hey, you forgot something.” She smiled and handed it to him, making sure her hand touched his. “Listen, Laci and I are grilling out tomorrow night. Why don’t you two join us?”

He looked over at Aunt Brooke, who shrugged. “Sounds good to me,” she said. “But it’s up to you, Jonah.”

“Yea, sounds good,” he replied.

She squeezed his hand before she turned around. “See y’all tomorrow then.” She ran back inside the bar as they continued home.

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Shari heard the knock on her door. Damn, the fucking doorbell is not working again, she thought. She glanced at the wall clock, They’re early, ten minutes, oh well, a job is a job girl’s gotta earn. She thought she was lucky she had prepared early, just in case.

Opening the door, “Dad!” she was surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come and visit my daughter?”

“Oh, no sorry,” she replied. “I’m surprised you’re here. Why didn’t you let me know you were coming?” Shari asked as she ushered him in through the door.

“I did, but you don’t reply to your messages.” Dad looked around at his daughters’ apartment.

“I’m sorry, that was today?” Shari’s mind was racing now. Fuck! With a major F!

“Yes, here today, tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow night too. My conference morning session finished early and my next one doesn’t start until two. Just thought I would come and take you for lunch.”

“I’d love to, but look, I really am sorry. If I had been paying more attention I would have moved today to tomorrow.”

Dad shook his head, “What?”

“I’ve got a work meeting in about ten minutes then after that, an on-line meeting and that’s going to last at least an hour and a bit. Damn it! I really am sorry.”

“So, you’re saying?” Dad raised his eyebrows as he always did when he wanted an answer.

“My boss lets me have meetings here, ever since the pandemic, work from home and on-line is apparently good for the Company. Productivity increases and all that.”

“Oh, okay, so you’re saying that I gotta go, and I won’t see you until tonight then?”

“Yeah, ‘fraid so,” Shari replied, “But I got Chinese ordered for tonight, which usually does me for a few days. Want to come back about seven-ish?”

“Okay,” Dad replied, and he knew Shari knew he loved Chinese. So even if she did not already have it ordered, she would have it here tonight. “Well, I suppose it is what it is, so I’ll see you tonight.” Dad knew Shari’s day job was somewhat confidential, but it was her night job that he was more interested in. He left, going outside again into the harsh late morning sun. This heat, he thought, you can feel it coming off the pavement. As he walked from the apartment building, Dad saw a car pull up, two people, man and a woman, got out.

At first, Dad thought it might have been Shari’s work people, but they were too casually dressed, no laptops, no brief cases, nothing. He moved on, passed the couple, who seemed to be, likely late thirties, early forties, maybe. There was something about them that Dad knew said “married” so not Shari’s meeting. He went to the waiting Uber, returning to the Marina where the conference was being held.

Bored out of his brain by a pedantic speaker fucking up what could have been an imaginative topic, why did he pick this session? Sounded better than it was. His cell phone went off, which drew looks from the people around him. A text, he knew from the ring tone. He quickly silenced it, saw it was from Shari saying that he was expected any time after six. He replied with a quick okay and went back to post-luncheon sonambulance.

Just after six-thirty, he arrived at Shari’s apartment bock again, damned LA traffic. Took him twice as long to get here than it had at lunch time. He knocked on the door and Shari answered quickly, welcoming him in. Dad noticed the smell of air freshener in the apartment that Shari had obviously been spraying, rather abundantly.

Shari had laid the table and had a number of Chinese take out boxes in the oven, with plates all ready to go. She sat him down and they quickly attacked the food as it cooled. All too soon, they were replete, stomachs full, the swill Shari called coffee, hot, pungent in front of them. They had made small talk, caught up on Mom and Aunt Edie and other family doings. Talked about the conference, about her work, what she could tell him, anyway. Then Dad raised the topic that he wanted to discuss.

“So, all seems good then, but no boyfriend?”

“Not at the moment. The last guy was such a dick, I mean seriously. I thought he was a good guy, but he turned into an asshole once he thought he had me eating out of the palm of his hand. Charming, but such a loser.”

“Is that why you opened an OnlyFans page then?”

Shari’s jaw dropped in surprise, her face paled then flushed with embarrassment. She staggered an “um-um-um-” but had no answer.

“I got an anonymous email with a picture and an address. I had to go and look. Really, a lesbian page?” Dad asked, “Is that why there is no boyfriend?”

Shari was totally lost now, she was deeply shaken. The thought surfaced.

“Who-who?” she started.

“It was anonymous, I said. I thought we had raised you with good Christian values,” Dad stated looking at his daughter. Shari was still too stunned to reply, she just nodded. “I really think I am glad to see you’ve outgrown that bullshit and are just as hypocritical as me,” Dad said, calmly.

“Dad! What are you talking about?” Shari had one shock after another simav escort tonight, but she was coming back to herself. As long as he didn’t know about her other activities, she thought, a girl’s gotta eat.

“Well it’s simple darling. Three things are going to happen tonight. First we are going to be completely honest with each other, probably for the first time in our lives. Agreed?” He raised his eyebrow at her, and Shari felt she would have no choice here, she had to agree. “Second, we will tell each other about our fall from grace,” he smiled, “And lastly, our elevation to honesty.” Again Dad raised his eyebrow and Shari, nodded again.

Dad took a deep breath and said, “For me, It began when I realized that I am human, with human needs and desires. What I was feeling was a part of me. I am not an evil person, I know it, so how could what I believed to be evil be a part of me?” Shari listened, not knowing what to say. “Then the priest at the Catholic church was arrested. That was the true face of evil, fucking children, and from that moment, I knew that what I was, wasn’t evil, but a natural desire, a natural part of me. I saw through the hypocrisy of others and realized I wasn’t alone.”

Dad waited for Shari to say something.

She thought furiously, “I have known I was different for a long time, since before puberty. I knew I wasn’t normal but I kept it to myself for years.”

“And?” Dad asked.

“Remember Clarrie, the cheerleader?” Dad nodded, “She understood me, recognized me for what I was. She made me orgasm for the first time in my life, then shared me with her boyfriend. She gave me such love, it ignited a flame that is still burning in me. So yeah, I really like both men and women. Then I came here, left home for college, to work, I found an environment where I could be whatever I wanted to be.”

“Well, that, you get from me. My desire was to suck dick, to be sucked, to experience same sex relationships is a revelation. I knew that’s what I wanted the first time I saw another guy’s dick. In the showers at school. I too hid it, didn’t even admit it to myself. Then one day, I met a guy who was pretty much like me. We ended up in bed, and that was such a defining moment for me. I loved having his cock in me, my mouth, my ass, I didn’t care about anything else at that moment.”

Shari knew he was being as honest as he could with her. “I felt that too,” she couldn’t be anything less, but was still shaken that her father knew of her sexuality and was puzzled by his openness now. Why?

“Okay, once I had my first man, I knew that the teachings I grew up with, and I had inflicted upon you, were wrong. They didn’t even try to cover what I was feeling, what I knew was right for me. At first, I thought I was being a real hypocrite, but then I came to understand that the real hypocrisy is in denying what I am. I saw others, one who abused their children, claiming God’s love, a drunk who hid it well, but not entirely. I saw women having affairs with the husbands of their friends, and husbands doing the same with other women. All while claiming they weren’t hypocrites. Of course they were; liars, the lot of them. I stayed with our Church, the Gospels, tried to talk to the preacher, but he was just a closed, limited person. I had to find a better way.

“I came to understand that there is deep grace in honesty with yourself. I grew a sense of calm and my love for your mother, for you, grew to a new dimension.”

“Does Mom know?”

“About me, yes, how could I not tell her and be honest?” He paused, “She was shaken and I must admit, we went through a bit of a rough patch, but she came to understand that it didn’t threaten her at all. After you left for college, we even explored a threesome a couple of times. I found I wasn’t that thrilled at watching her having sex with another man, but she was actually intrigued by watching me with him.”

“I hadn’t thought of telling you,” Shari admitted, “I never knew what you would think of me.”

Dad smiled, “You are my daughter, our child, there is nothing you could do that will ever change that. I love you, always have, since the very first time I picked you up as a baby, changed your diapers, held you when you cried after losing a tooth. There is not much that would change how I feel about you.”

Shari went over too him and hugged him, tight. He held her. He said, “That is how I realized that God’s grace is given to anyone who would be honest, so my hypocrisy was my lead in to discovering the fundamental truths of our lives.” He didn’t let her go.

Shari felt a weight lift off her, a weight she didn’t know she was bearing. She was glad Dad knew, glad he was sharing with her this fundamental truth about his life.

“I found I liked women, loved women, but I still want a man, still want his energy, his tongue, his maleness, inside me. I love touching women, having them touch me, but they are different to the feelings a man gives me.” She was being honest with herself and with Dad sincan escort now. She understood what he was talking about, how he felt, how he sees that world now and how that degree of honesty requires that you must trust those closest to you, as she now found she trusted Dad.

A new feeling rose inside her, something she had not felt since her Prom night nearly six years ago. She felt her nipples harden, and the lips of her pussy swell. The pit of her stomach grew butterflies. Sheesh, now I’m fucking horny for my Dad? she thought.

She moved against him, then turned her face up to his and said, “I love you Dad, very much.”

“And I love you,” he replied, “And when I first saw your page, I was seriously angry.”

“That I had let you and mom down?”

“No, I was angry that it wasn’t me that was between your thighs, lapping you, making you cum. I was jealous that it wasn’t me.”

She looked up into his eyes, she saw only love, there was nothing else, no predatory feeling, just love. “I love you this much,” she said, then pushed her face up to his and kissed him. She kissed him on the lips, pulling him so close that she could feel his manhood, it was rising. “I can feel that, Dad,” she said, “And I want to feel it properly, as it should be!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she was adamant, “I want you to love me like you do Mom, I want you to make me cum. I want to taste you, to feel your cock shooting your cum in my pussy. I want you so badly and right now!”

Shari felt his arm around her, pulling her closer as they kissed like a father and daughter shouldn’t. She felt the heat in her body rise, mixing with the passion she felt from Dad, arousing her even more. She began fumbling with his clothes, opening the belt of his trousers. She felt his hands over her ass, her tits, his lips pressing on hers. She let his pants fall and ran her hand over his underwear, feeling his growing lust. It was trapped by his clothing, but she wanted it free.

She broke her kiss and slid down his body, eager now to get a look at this cock she had been feeling. Her thumbs reached for his underpants and pulled them down, allowing their prisoner to leap out at her. “Fucking nice cock, Dad,” she said, eyeing its cut beauty. She took it in hand and looked closely, nearly two inches thick and over six inches long, wow, really nice cock she thought.

Shari aimed it at her mouth, allowing the knob to push her lips apart, Her tongue felt his frenulum sliding along it, and she heard his first moan of delight. He’s a little on the bigger side, but Shari knew her cock sucking techniques were really good, after all, she had been sucking cock for a long time. She allowed her dad’s cock to take all the room in her mouth it needed, her cheeks sucked in to caress the sides of his dick and the crown as she pumper her head on it. She loved sucking cock and this was really special. Feeling his dick inside her mouth was special, it was the same cock and balls that produced the juice to give her life, to plant it inside her Mom, to create new life, herself. She wanted it in her pussy, she craved it and had done for years.

Her Dad was Shari’s first love interest, her only love interest all through high school. It wasn’t until she was invited to attend her Prom that the idea of getting involved with any other male intruded on her psyche. A conversation with one of the cheerleaders was enough to get her to understand that she could fuck anyone she wanted, she really didn’t have to save her virginity for her father. The cheerleader was her first sexual experience and she loved it.

Kissing a girl, having her touch Shari was a soft and gentle experience. Being masturbated by her was unbelievably erotic, having her pussy licked by a girl was enough to give Shari her first orgasm by another person. It was later, when the cheerleader invited her to share a boyfriend that she understood the differences between males and females. It no longer mattered to her, she never made a distinction, either was fine with her. Now though, these last years of waiting, not expecting she would ever get to fuck her first sex interest, were over and she was going to have him.

She felt her head being grasped by her Dad holding her in the same place. He pumped his hips, slowly, steadily, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth. His gasps and groans testament to how he was loving her lips wrapped around his dick. He kept this up and groaned, “Oh baby! Keep this up and I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”

She pulled back away from him, disengaging his cock, “No, I want you in me, filling my pussy up with your cock and your juice!”

She stood quickly, undressing for her Dad. Her blouse first, then her dress, standing before him in only bra and panties, she saw his eyes roaming over her, hungry for for. She reached around and undid the bra clasp, allowing her tits to push the bra off her. Shrugging her shoulders, it fell away and she exposed herself. She knew her tits looked good, smooth mounds sinop escort with darker areola and nipples that were as hard as they ever got. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she eased them over her hips and ass, pushing them down until gravity took over letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of the pile of clothes, and into her Dad’s arms. She kissed him and felt his hardness poking into her lower stomach as his arms pulled her closer.

Breaking the kiss, Shari pulled at his tie, opening it, then the buttons of his shirt, pushing his suit coat off his shoulders, opening his shirt pushing it off then the singlet, all while pulling him closer to her bedroom. She pushed the open jacket and shirt off his shoulders, pulling him closer to her bed. Feeling the edge of the bed on the back of her knees, she pulled him down on top of her, spreading herself with his legs between hers. The press of his weight on her made her lose her breath for a moment, but she wrapped her legs around him, making sure he could go nowhere.

“Fuck me!”Shari cried, “Put your dick in me!”

She felt his weight shift a little and his cock was pushing at her pussy. It slid over her vaginal lips, sliding over her clit, pulling back and again, searching for her fuck hole. Again Dad’s weight shifted a little then he eased his cock back down. She felt it spreading the lips of her vagina and suddenly, it found the entrance. Dad pushed and his dick entered her deeply, without much ceremony. Pulling back a bit, Dad began to pump on her pelvis, his big tool pistoning in and out of her pussy. Her own excitement was so high already and his pubic hairs pounding on her clit pushed her even higher. It wasn’t long at all and she felt the sweep of sensations that signaled an orgasm was about to explode. Explode it did.

She screamed, “I’m CUMMING!” Dad’s cock filled her cunt like no other cock ever had. She knew it wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever had but none of them had ever felt like this as her whole body spasmed in her cum. wave after wave of pleasure swept through her as Dad didn’t stop pounding into her.

“CUM IN ME!” She screamed as she felt his strokes getting more and more urgent, his breathing more and more ragged. She felt him push into her and pulling out over and over, relentlessly.

“AaaaRRGGHHHHH!” he cried, “CUMMING!”

Shari felt a pulse of heat grow inside her vagina, he dick almost frictionless as he pumped in and out of her. She didn’t care he was shooting inside her, none of her other male clients did. She fucked a lot these days and still managed to hold a full time job, earning a good living. As long as her employer allowed her to work from home, she could keep doing what she was doing.

She felt Dad collapse on top of her, the heat from his body covering her. She could feel his heart beating her breast from deep inside his chest, strongly! Fuck me! Shari thought, she had never felt that before. She held him to her, loving his weight on top of her, his still half hard cock inside her. Oh how she wanted this, for years, and now it had happened and it was every bit as good as her fantasies had imagined it would be, if not better.

Eventually Dad rolled off his daughter and they held each other. She confessed she had wanted to do this years ago. He confessed he was so aroused by watching her having sex with a woman on her OnlyFans page that he had to masturbate. She asked him to stay the night, he said he really should go to the hotel, his clothes and everything were there.

“You can go in the morning, I’m always up at 5:00 am for the gym, so I can wake you then. Plenty of time to get to your hotel and get ready for the day.”

Dad agreed, he could do that. They touched each other, gently probing, looking for those little signals that are real turn ons. Shari took hold of his tool, caressed it, feeling its residual stickiness. She was relaxed and felt the warm seepage of a lot of semen around her pussy. Without moving too quickly, she made her way down to his dick and again took it into her mouth. She loved the taste of both their juices over it, she took it in as deep as she could, feeling it swelling again.

“Fuck me!” Dad said, “You gotta be the best cock sucker I’ve ever had!”

She smiled inside, knowing that when it came to oral skills, she was the best, or so her many clients and lovers, men and women, have told her. His now hard cock filled her mouth, but she knew that if she was to stop sucking him, it would likely go flaccid again. Shari kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down that slippery shaft. Her cheeks, her tongue, even her tonsils played a part in pleasuring men. Dad was no exception, he was getting the very best head that she could give him.

Up and down, she took that cock as deep as she could into her throat. She used her tongue to wipe over every bit of his dick she could get to. Shari listened to his moans and groans, squeezing her lips around his cock while lapping his frenulum. His excitement was growing, and he cried he was going to cum if she kept that up. She didn’t stop.

“CUMMING!” He cried as his cock pulsed again and again, shooting a steam of hot, salty semen into her mouth. She loved it! She sucked him to get every drop of his cum she could. Lifting off, she swirled it around in her mouth, then swallowed it.

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Alex came through the front door just as thunder boomed. It looked like he made it home just moments before a summer deluge hit. He wasn’t used to Florida weather. The forecast was for a clear afternoon and then this. His father had remarried last year and the whole “new” family, had relocated from Jersey.

The forecast had been for clear skies. He had checked just before leaving for soccer practice, obviously that had changed. The rain hit just as he started upstairs. His room was at the end of the hall, just a bit farther down and across from his new sister’s room.

As he went past her room, he noticed that her door was ajar. Out of the smallest corner of his eye, he caught sight of the color of her skin. Nothing, but nothing, will stop a boy dead in his tracks like the sight of a tan line when seeing one wasn’t expected. Yep, stopped him dead in his tracks. He silently backed away from her door. From the shadows, he could plainly see his step-sister hugging a pillow and vocalizing. He could not make out what was being said, but she seemed irritated. She tossed the pillow aside and seemed frustrated. He continued to watch and could make out… one hand jammed down against her crotch and the other was fondling one of her budding tits. His mouth dropped open when he saw her slide her hand into her waistband. She was masturbating! This was too much. His sister was rubbing one out. Then he heard it… she called a name. His name. Not to him, she was calling to someone with his name, someone also named “Alex”.

This was too much, he couldn’t stand watching her any longer, it was too intense. Becky wasn’t a blood relative, they were both 18 but she was 3 months younger so she was his kid sister nonetheless and there is only so much a stand-up guy should be asked to take and Alex was feeling a near uncontrollable urge to walk in and “lend her a hand.” She was the first live, in-person, old-enough-to-have-tits girl he had ever seen naked. He wasn’t a prude; siirt escort he just wasn’t that popular.

Alex was mesmerized. Like a fool, standing there silently in the shadows. Dirty and sweaty from soccer practice, a “night dragon” had pitched a tent in his shorts. He was unconsciously rubbing it like a genie was going to pop out. He couldn’t let her see him this way. Best he take a shower. He took his hand off his dick and silently continued down the hall into the bath to take a cold shower (and if that didn’t work, he’d beat his dragon into submission). Now if it would just stop booming.

The thunderstorm was over as fast as it started. The shower felt wonderful. He washed his hair and his skin and then made the decision to turn down the water temp to relieve himself of his visitor. The cold water had the desired affect and soon he was able to dry off and head across to his room wrapped in a towel-skirt. As he exited the bath, he noticed Becky’s door was now fully open. His curiosity piqued; he hazarded a glance and saw that she was no longer in her room. Must have gone down stairs he shrugged. He went back to his room with a night-dragon hood ornament… his hard-on had returned. He couldn’t allow just the mere thought of her to cause an erection. He grabbed a bottle of “knee and elbow” lotion, dropped the towel, and crawled up on his bed ready to “slay his dragon.”

He was well into it when he sensed movement. His closet door had opened! He rolled onto side to look at what was happening and noticed Becky on his floor. What are you doing here! You can’t come into my room without knocking. She was meek and tried to calm Alex down. Alex, I need help. Then it all came out at once. I came in to ask for it and when you came back into your room it scared me so I hid in the closet. I was sneaking out when I saw you had started masturbating, then I knew you could help me. Alex looked at her completely baffled about why they were silifke escort having two completely different conversations. Becky then went on, she said that she thinks she is “frigid.” At least that is what the Internet says. Says frigid women can’t have orgasms. Frigid women are doomed to loveless lives of toil and misery. Becky, visibly shaken, looked at Alex and asked: teach me how to masturbate. What? I need to know I’m not frigid. Please, teach me how to come. I am not a girl; I am pretty new at all this myself. And, I am supposed to be your big brother. We both know that your being born late in the year had you start school early and by me being a month later, it had me start school a year later than you did. You are only about a year older than me give or take and I may be in high school and you in college, but we aren’t that different. You taught me to fish and to fly a kite and to play soccer… That isn’t the same, I don’t think I am supposed to teach you sex stuff.

Becky reached over, flicked his hand away and started stroking Alex’s cock… some things we can figure out together. Alex had never had anyone else’s hand on his dick, not in a sexual way at least. Nothing prepared him for the coolness of his sister’s hand slowly stroking him. He was even less prepared for the warmth of her mouth. Alex was no longer able to be a stand-up guy…. His dragon was in charge. He rocked his hips as Becky probed her throat with his dick head. She practiced holding her breath as he ground himself into her face. She cupped his balls and started bouncing her head up and down on his shaft when his nuts gave out and let loose flooding her mouth with a new taste.

How did you know how to do that? I did not know until just now. I read a lot and it was all just theory. Now I know. It works on a lot of things but my “cooter” is broken. I can’t come. With the realization that he and Becky were lovers, Alex’s head spun. Let’s get that silivri escort this fixed and then tune it up so it is working properly. Becky looked at her watch and frowned, mom is home soon. We need to go start fixin’ supper.

How much time do we have? An hour before she gets home at the earliest? Yes, Becky replied. I slid down the bed and left a trail of kisses. Not quite sure how to do this, but we will learn as we go. Set an alarm for 30 minutes and let’s do this. Becky was soaked. The blowjob had got her ready to fuck but wet isn’t enough it says. He started in on her. Playing with her clit and her labia. Trying the techniques that He had read about online. From her purring, He thought that they might be working.

He was putting on his lucky condom and she balked. No, she said, not my virginity! OK, he replied. Not today. Not required, just let me know if you change your mind. And with that, he rolled onto his back and had her face him and ride his condom-covered dick (not inserted) while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Looking down and seeing his dick there was quite a turn-on for her.

She bucked as she rode and he grabbed her by an ass cheek and assisted. She grabbed her tits with her hands and massaged them. Her eyes fluttered shut and her familiar low vocalizing returned. Soon she flicked his hand aside and started rubbing one out on her own. The rhythmic ride and titty rub lasted for a couple minutes. Alex had never seen anything so hot. She was riding a rail, his dick was rock hard.

He saw her abdominal muscles twitch at first and then felt something hot, against his dick. Becky was about to come. Damn. Jeeze, the alarm could ring at any second. She released her clit and put her hands on his shoulders and began to twerk. Fast, fast, swirl. Fast, fast, fast, swirl. Then a staccato of fast and a whole lot of grunting. Becky was coming. In the middle of it the ringing started, her arm shot out and the clock on the nightstand went missing.

About a minute later, Becky was lying flat atop him in glistening in sweat. Crying. Becky, honest, it wasn’t me. I didn’t put it inside, I promise!! I know that you didn’t, you idiot. No one did. That isn’t why I am crying. I am crying because I am happy. I’M NOT BROKEN.

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All characters are at least 18 years old. This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series.

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Cherry

I groaned and blinked the sleep from my eyes. God, last night was such a thrill. I think telling Drew I trusted him finally got him to start taking risks, to be daring, to take what he wanted. And it totally paid off.

There was a shift in the bed, and hushed voices intruded on my thoughts. I looked over and froze, feeling sick. It was Drew, in my bed, naked and fully erect. This couldn’t be happening. How could this be happening?!

“I told you to be quiet, or she’d wake up!” Brie murmured harshly, slapping his arm.

“It’s fine,” Drew assured her, leaning down to kiss her neck. She moaned, arching her back, pressing her bare breasts up into his chest while he held her by the wrists. Her legs were parted and he was already between them, rubbing his length along her slick entrance.

“She’s gonna tell Stef!” Brie protested, eyes closed and head turned to give him better access as his lips worked their way down her throat. She moaned again and pushed her groin up against him, desperate to make him go faster.

“Relax. She trusts me, and I trust her.” The words were like daggers piercing into my heart, and he lifted his head from her collarbone long enough to speak. “You’re not gonna tell, are you, baby?”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Why was I still watching? Drew went right back to nipping at Brie, proceeding down to her small pert tits. He took a nipple between his teeth and stretched it, causing her to cry out sensually. Tears were pooling in my eyes, yet no matter how wobbly my vision got, I could see them painfully clearly.

“God, just fuck me already,” Brie panted. “I have to make it back before Stef notices I’m gone.”

“As if that’s the reason you wanna hurry this along,” Drew said with a grin. Despite his words, he obliged, letting go of her wrists and straightening up before grasping her slender waist. No, this couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t possibly be seeing this right now.

With such ease as to suggest this wasn’t the first time, Drew slid himself into Brie, causing them both to groan and tremble in pleasure as his mighty member stretched her. Too late, I found my voice. “Drew…” I sobbed, but the plea fell on deaf ears. He began hammering into her ruthlessly, and Brie was screaming, tearing at the sheets as she wrapped her legs around his hips. There was no way dad and Coco weren’t hearing this, and I waited and waited and waited for them to burst in here to investigate as I lay there, still unable to move.

He ravished her right there on my bed next to me, crushing my mattress and my trust and my heart with every thrust as he fucked my best friend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close so they could make out, his pace unwavering. I was finally beginning to regain some mobility. Why was it so hard to move? I clawed my way over to them, and Brie broke the kiss to look over at me before giggling.

“I think she wants to join in,” she crooned.

“Heh, as if. She’s my stepsister, and she’s fucking tiny. She wouldn’t be able to take me.” As if for emphasis, he straightened up again so that I could watch him sink his cock into her pussy all the way to the base. Wet slaps filled the otherwise deafening silence, accompanied by their utterances of lust. A twitch betrayed Drew, and my eyes widened in dread.

“Do it, Drew,” Brie purred. “Fill your best friend’s sister with your babies. We can just tell Stef it’s his. Do it!”

I reached out in vain as Drew groaned and buried himself in her, spasms seizing his body as he filled her with his seed. Tears poured down my face, and all the while Brie was cooing as her deepest parts were flooded. I watched on in disbelief as her abdomen bulged, then in horror as she swelled, Drew continuing to orgasm through everything. It was as if she was becoming pregnant before my very eyes.

“Drew…” I whimpered pathetically, watching Brie rub her belly with sick satisfaction as it grew. That was my cock, my cum, my child in there. It was supposed to be mine. This couldn’t be happening.

Once she was bloated to the limit, Drew sagged and slumped against her. Brie embraced him to keep him inside her, and they began kissing again. “I love you, Brie,” he murmured, and I couldn’t breathe anymore.

“I know,” she sighed back, lazily opening her eyes and looking at me wickedly.

“No…” I breathed. He’d told her he loved her… and she didn’t even care. It was supposed to be me. I loved him back, I would give him everything he wanted. This couldn’t be real. I couldn’t be losing them both like this. “No…!”

—

“NO!” I screamed, bolting upright. Drenched in sweat, I flinched away from the other side of my bed, only to find nobody there. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and vestiges of memory, memories of Drew fucking another girl, assaulted my mind.

It was just a dream.

No, I couldn’t stay here. sefaköy escort This was where he’d fucked her. I flew out of bed, clutching the covers around me. But even these were stained with his betrayal, and I threw them off. I heard footsteps pounding toward me, and suddenly the bathroom door slammed open.

“Cherry?” Drew gasped, his eyes wide with alarm. “Are you okay?”

I backed away from him, and when he took a step closer I yelled, “Stop! Stay away from me!”

He obeyed, raising his hands in an attempt to calm me. I didn’t miss the confused and pained look on his face. “Alright, okay. I just…” Sorrow knit his brows together, and his voice died, leaving only the corpse of a whisper. “I only did what you wanted…”

“You did more than that!” I choked out. He gasped, tears slowly beading in his eyes. Oh no. Oh God, he thought I was talking about our sleep play last night. He lowered his hands, looking at them in despair and… self-loathing.

It was just a dream.

I had to tell him, tell him that he misunderstood, that I was insane and insecure and he’d done nothing wrong. Instead, I fled. I dashed out into the kitchen, still barefoot and in my pink cherry pajamas. Dad and Coco were already there, though dad was on his way to my room with a worried expression. He stopped short when he saw me, saw my tear-streaked face, and I looked past him to see Coco at the stove, cooking Sunday lunch with dad before I’d screamed. I turned back to dad, who looked afraid to say anything, waiting for me to explain at my own pace. Sunday lunch was our thing. Now Coco had taken even that away from me.

“Cherish? Are you okay?” dad said hesitantly.

I ran past him and out of the house, my feet beating on the pavement and feeling every imperfection and twig and pebble. None of it mattered, because the boy I loved loved another.

It was just a dream.

I was acting crazy. Except instead of slapping my boyfriend, I’d accused him of assault. My stomach clenched with guilt, realizing he’d given me his trust when I’d given him mine, and I’d taken it and shattered it into a million pieces. All the more reason to run away. Just run away and let Drew find a girl who wouldn’t hurt him. My best friend floated into my mind’s eye, and I sobbed again.

I slowed down and stumbled into somebody’s yard, slipping between some bushes and lying down and crying in the grass. How had everything gone so wrong?

It was just a dream.

I prayed that this was yet another dream, and I’d wake up and tell Drew he’d done nothing wrong and I loved him. And if you think that’s what happened, dream on.

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I woke up sometime in the afternoon to the sound of people calling my name. My eyes were stiff from the tears and puffy from crying, and I squeezed them shut a few times before sitting up. Getting to my knees, I peeked out from the bushes. Dad and Coco were calling my name, searching high and low for me. So were the twins, and my eyes homed in on Brie. It was her: the object of Drew’s desire. He was having sex with her behind her brother’s back, and poor Stef was right there next to her, almost holding her hand as he helped search for me.

It was just a dream.

I normally forgot dreams soon after waking up, so why couldn’t I shake this one? It was as if it had burned itself into my mind, playing the memories over again every time I touched the scar. And then I saw him. Anguish. Pain. Defeat. New tears surfaced as I saw what I’d reduced him to. He wasn’t calling my name, looking almost fearful as he searched with the rest of them. I’d hurt him so deeply, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fix it. I had to do what I could. I had to make him mine. No, I had to make him happy. And an evil thought made me realize… I could do both.

I’d hurt him enough, this would ruin him. But it was what I wanted. And it was what he wanted… right? If I was going to do this, I couldn’t ask him for an answer. It would violate his trust even worse than today. But if it worked… I bowed my head, cursing myself for resolving to this plan. I was the most selfish person in the world.

“I’m sorry, Drew,” I whispered. Then I stood up and walked out to let them find me.

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Dad knelt at the foot of the toilet, holding my foot tenderly as he cleaned the cuts and scrapes on the bottom. After finding me, he’d almost collapsed with relief. Everybody had fussed over me, making sure I was okay, and doing their best to withhold questions. Everybody except Drew. He’d slunk into his room and hadn’t emerged since.

“Cherish…” dad murmured, taking a break from my feet to look at me seriously. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

I gulped and nodded. “I’m fine, dad.”

His frown deepened, and he checked over his shoulder to make sure his bathroom door was closed before turning back to me and leaning in, lowering his voice. “If it’s something to do with Drew, you have to tell me. I don’t care that he’s Coco’s son, şehzadeler escort if he hurt you–“

“Dad,” I said quickly, desperate to assuage his suspicion. “He didn’t do anything wrong. I…” Oh boy, here we go. “I asked him to.”

His eyes almost popped out of his head. Whatever he thought Drew had done, those fears had just been fully negated. But now we were opening a different can of worms, and I could see him processing the new information. Poor dad, it was a lot to handle in one day. “You… You and Drew are… But he’s your stepbrother!”

“Not yet,” I replied. “And we’re both adults, dad. He likes me as I am, and he’s willing to endure all the stigma that comes with that. You know what I mean, right?”

“But you– He–” He sighed in frustration at his words failing him. “You don’t have to protect him, princess.”

“I’m not. I’m… I’m the one who hurt him today. Trust me, dad.”

Dad looked at me, still skeptical, but more worried than anything. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Are you sure he’s right for you, Cherish?”

I swallowed and nodded with determination. “He’s… more than I deserve.”

“Nobody’s more than you deserve,” he said firmly, cupping the side of my face. He kissed me on the forehead and turned back to bandage my feet up. By the time he finished up, it was almost time for dinner and I was starving. I’d ruined the entire day, and dad and Coco decided to order in some fried chicken.

Once dad was off the phone placing the order, Coco touched his forearm. “We should have a family movie night,” she suggested, with just the right amount of enthusiasm to sound excited about the idea while also avoiding sounding in poor taste due to what happened this morning. Dad hesitated, looking at me, then back at her, dipping his brows down in silent communication. “It’ll be good for us. We should have some family traditions now that we’re all together. The kids have been getting along better, we should encourage it.”

That definitely didn’t make dad happy, especially with the news I’d dropped on him, and he glanced back at me. I nodded in agreement and he sighed before relenting. Dad and I picked out a movie while Coco went to fetch Drew. She was in there for a long time, long enough that the food arrived and dad and I had fully set everything up by the time she dragged Drew out. He looked a little better than earlier, but still avoided looking at me. Because it was fried chicken, we elected to eat first before settling in for the movie, and Coco carried most of the conversation during dinner. Drew was silent, and I tried my best to stay engaged, but dad was still giving him looks and it wasn’t helping.

We went to wash our hands after dinner, and I was at the sink when Drew took a step in before immediately turning to leave upon seeing me. “Drew, come wash your hands.”

“I’ll wait ’til you’re done.” He sounded skittish.

“Drew, can you… not be afraid of me for one minute?”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

I winced. I deserved that. “Please, you have to listen to me–“

“I don’t have to do anything,” he snapped, whirling around and glaring at me. “Your dad literally had me against the wall, and I’m pretty sure if he and mom weren’t dating, I’d be lying in a ditch somewhere. So I don’t owe you shit.” I lowered my head in shame, and he huffed. “Y’know what? Fine. Let’s hear what you have to say. What you got?”

He stood there with his hands on his hips, definitely hearing how shaky my breath was. I swallowed, mustering up the courage to get through this. After a few false starts, I finally said, “I’m sorry, Drew. For making dad think the worst of you. For making you think the worst of yourself. Everything. I … I know I broke your trust. What I said to you this morning… I wasn’t talking about last night. You did nothing wrong. Today was my fault.” I dropped to my knees and he immediately went into panic mode. “Please. Give me one more chance.”

“What the hell are you doing?!” he hissed, crouching down next to me before checking over his shoulder. “Get up!” When I refused, he sighed in frustration. “God, fine, one more chance, just get up!”

“You’re only saying that because you’re afraid of dad,” I whispered, maintaining my gaze on the ground. “I’m not trying to emotionally blackmail you. I want your actual forgiveness, and I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you. I’m begging you.”

He looked at me hard for a moment before getting back to his feet, standing over me for a long time. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he genuinely deliberated. Oh God, even if he forgave me this time, I already planned to… I was the most selfish person in the world.

“I forgive you,” he breathed, and my eyes popped open. My head whipped up to look at him, his grim expression tinged with a note of… sadness?

“Why?” The word was almost silent.

“Not because you offered to do anything I want. I just want things to go back to before, selçuklu escort when you were cute as a button and annoyed with me being a selfish prick asshole, and we occasionally had some fun with each other.” The hint of a smirk tugged at his mouth, and I nodded emphatically, tears of relief spilling from my eyes.

“I want that too.” He helped me to my feet, and I hugged him as tightly as I could. “Thank you.”

“Just somehow let your dad know that he needs to chill out, alright?” he chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

—

After cleaning up, it was finally time for the movie. Dad and I had picked some action/romance or whatever. Didn’t matter, as long as nothing horrifying was happening on screen. Dad and Coco sat on the love seat, with Coco quickly cuddling up to him and whispering something in his ear. Drew sat in one of the armchairs, still looking withdrawn. I was in panties and an oversized t-shirt, and I could have sat in the other armchair, but that wouldn’t push my plan along. The plan I’d made before Drew had even forgiven me. My gut twisted and almost made me ill, but I pressed on.

Drew’s head whipped up at me when I approached him with a blanket. He was tensed when I sat down on his lap and draped the blanket over us, and dad looked ready to protest when Coco whispered something else to him. Looking uneasy, he sat back in his seat and the movie started. But I had zero interest in watching it.

Pushing myself a bit further back on Drew’s lap, I heard him hiss when my ass made contact with his boner. Thank God, he could still get hard for me even after this morning. That was a good sign. I pulled the blankets higher, slowly reaching back and slipping my fingers in the the waistband of his shorts. His hand was instantly clasped around my wrist.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he breathed desperately, and sure enough, dad was watching us out of the not-so-corner of his eye.

“Your boner says you don’t mind a bit of trouble,” I whispered, pressing my lips together coquettishly. Unable to argue, he grumbled and shifted under me, his member hardening even more. He was still holding my wrist, but he let me continue to tug his shorts off, letting it spring free and tap against my ass. As subtly as possible, I began grinding on him, using my butt to push his hardness up against his belly. God, he was big. And I was going to have to somehow fit it all inside me. The thought scared me so much that I started getting turned on. My stupid brain thought back to the nightmare from this morning, but instead of focusing on the painful aspects, I zoned in on one facet in particular. A belly, so full of Drew’s cum that it swelled and became heavy like an expecting mother.

I licked my lips and pulled my panties away from my skin just far enough that the head of his cock could slip in. He groaned as he was pressed against the soft cotton and my even softer pussy, and he hooked an arm around my hips to pull me closer. Dad leered over at us but was quickly pulled into a kiss by Coco. With them distracted, I could give Drew my undivided attention. He was big enough that even after sliding between my thighs, I could easily wrap my hand around what protruded from under me. Rubbing his tip with my index finger, I rolled my hand around his shaft in a light twist, and he had to keep from making a sound. I was soaking onto and around him, quickly slicking up my thighs and panties. The nectar enhanced the sensations his cock was causing, and my arms trembled as I braced myself to set the pace.

“Oh Jesus, your thighs and panties feel like a pussy,” he hissed in my ear, and I giggled, getting a bit bolder and speeding up. Dad got to his feet, and suddenly Coco was up as well, enticing him toward their room. The movie was still playing on the TV, but absolutely nobody cared. Now Drew and I had the living room all to ourselves.

“You know what a pussy feels like?” I moaned. Brie flashed through my mind, but I tossed her out. Stupid dream wasn’t about to ruin this for me.

“Only how I imagined it,” he grunted. With our parents out of the room, I quickened my movements, making him fuck my panties harder. “What about you? Know what a cock feels like?”

“Aren’t I feeling one right now?” I cooed.

“I meant… inside.” He was trying and failing to contain his lust, struggling through that last word and gripping my waist to pound up at me. I moaned in mock understanding, reaching back to turn him toward me for a kiss. Well, not a regular kiss. One of my kisses, which was no lips and all tongue. It just felt sexier, wilder, and I was glad that he didn’t mind. In fact, I think he was starting to enjoy it too.

“To answer your real question,” I panted between licks, and he stopped thrusting and kissing me in anticipation of my answer, looking pensive. I twisted around to put my left hand on his chest and my right on the back of his head. “Yes, Drew, I’m a virgin.” I felt the pulse start in his chest, rippling down through his body until his cock throbbed powerfully against my little flower. He jerked forward and thrust his tongue into my mouth, grabbing my waist and slamming his hips into my ass, fucking my thighs so loudly that the blanket over us muffled nothing. I kissed him deeply, fingers buried in his hair as he got me close. I needed his cum. “Did you want to change that?”

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