Me , Katie in the Caribbean Ch. 02

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Chapter 2 – Me, Katie and the Couples massage:

Katie is a friend of my wife and I, in Chapter 1 of this series ‘Me & Katie in the Caribbean’ you can read about how I ended up on holiday with Katie instead of Penny, and how we’d been getting to know each other better over the holiday so far…

We’d been given a voucher for a free 1 hour couples massage when we’d arrived at the hotel, so one afternoon we went to the Spa to cash it in just before our 4pm appointment. The spa marketed itself as a ‘palace of peace and tranquility’ and it certainly lived up to the billing when we stepped through the door; the Air Con was quiet and powerful so the place was cool, the trickle from the water feature and soothing music was designed to slow the heart rate, and the staff’s hushed tones at the reception desk was definitely different to the bubbly persona of the front desk staff. I handed over the voucher to the girl behind reception whose name tag said ‘Maz’.

I’m terrible with guessing ages but to me Maz looked about 21, she was slightly curvy with a little puppy fat on her, but her ass was huge and bosom was plentiful, all her assets were on display as her crisp white ‘scrubs’ style uniform tunic was at least one size too small for her. Her ample breasts were pushed together so tightly there was no cleavage gap – just a crease as her two fabulous melons met.

As she led us through to the massage rooms the only additional noise was the slight squeak and noise of her flip-flops on the tiled floor. I could just make out the red lacy trim of her panties as they poked out of the top of her white yoga pants and the shadow of the black material as it disappeared down towards her crack.

Inside the room there were 2 massage tables spaced about a metre apart, the room wasn’t dark but the lighting was soft and low, with the same music playing as we’d heard in reception. There was a bookshelf with the oils and several sets of rocks, the kind you see stacked in artsy canvas prints in reception waiting areas; to be honest I think they were the exact same ones that there was a picture of in the Spa’s reception area. Maz handed us each a towel and asked us to get undressed and lay face down on the tables. We’d gotten used to be naked around each other so it was no big deal to just strip right down and get ourselves ready.

When Maz came back in she was joined by her colleague Jasmine. Jasmine looked a bit older than Maz, maybe 25 or 26. She had a very curvy figure and seemed to have the same tunic as Maz but Jasmine was also wearing the matching trousers rather than the tight fitting yoga pants that Maz was wearing.

Maz collected a bottle of oil and went over to Katie; she leaned in close to her:

“Sweetie, just holler if I’m pressing to hard or you don’t like something. I’m told my hands are magical but at times they can be a little rough.”

Katie lifted herself slightly out of the face hole in the table and said, “You won’t need to worry about me, I get a sports massage every week after I ride my horse. You can go as deep as you want.”

As Katie got herself back into position Jasmine wandered over to my table and asked with more than a hint of playfulness:

“Do you like it rough as well sir?”

“Ha, no thanks,” I said, “I’m a real Jessie when it comes to rub-downs, just give me the nice and relaxing basics and I’m good.”

“Pity…” she said quietly as she adjusted my towel to gain unrestricted access to my back, it had been covering me from my shoulders to the back of my knees but was now neatly folded at the very base of my lower back without exposing my arse. I couldn’t see Katie as all I could see through the face hole in my massage table were Jasmine’s feet but I assumed Katie and Maz had started in the same way.

The massage was fantastic, so slow and relaxing, I could feel myself drifting off slightly and then being re-awoken when Jasmine’s skilful hands moved my body into a slightly different position, I thought we’d been there for hours but when we were asked to turn over I could see from the oversized clock on the far wall it had only been 40 minutes.

My towel was safe and secure across my groin and I’d seen Katie’s when I turned over, hers was also protecting the modesty that she didn’t actually possess – just as I’d expected from a spa on-site at a top hotel.

Jasmine had rested my hand on her shoulder as she worked on each of my arms, I could tell she got a kick out of being great at her job; I was so relaxed I was like putty in her hands, she could have folded me in half and I’d have just sighed some more. She’d worked my Pecs and stomach slightly harder, and whilst my nipples had stiffened under her touch, my cock was almost as sleepy as I was. I say almost; I think it’s impossible for any guy to get a massage in a room with three great looking women and not be slightly aroused but I wasn’t sporting a tented towel or anything.

With about 10 minutes to go in our hour, the ladies were working on our feet in perfect unison when the mobile phone in Jasmine’s maltepe escort pocket flashed and vibrated discreetly. She placed my foot back down and left the room for a moment. When she came back in she looked more than a little flustered as she whispered into Maz’s ear, the spa girls shared a quick hug and Maz came back over to me. She was about to restart with my feet when I sat up and asked her what was wrong.

“It’s nothing sir, let’s get back to it.”

“I don’t know you but I can see you’re upset, what’s going on?”

“It’s my son – he’s hurt his ankle falling off his bike coming home from school.”

“What are you still doing here then? You should go check he’s OK.”

“He’ll have to wait, I can’t leave until the spa closes at 6pm.”

“Why not, surely if you need to go you need to go?”

“It’s not that Mr B, if I go they’ll dock my pay and I can’t be having that, not this week.”

I carefully got up from my table and went over to my shorts which were neatly in a pile in the corner. I took out my wallet and gave her the tip that she’d deserved for a thoroughly great massage, I told her that the massage was amazing and she’d done more than enough in the hour that 10 minutes wasn’t a problem. I also asked Maz to put us down for another 1 hour couples massage, that way Jasmine would have had to have been around until 6pm even if someone ‘thought’ they’d seen her running off early.

Jasmine looked at me and smiled, she gave me a bear hug squashing her bosom into my bare chest. I felt a bit self-conscious stood there wearing only a towel but mercifully the hug was short, then Jasmine scurried out of the room.

“That’s really good of you guys, but we were the only two in the spa today, so I can only massage one of you for the extra hour,” Maz said.

“That’s cool,” I said, “Katie looks like she’s having a nice massage and mine was great too. I’m sure we can each have you for 30 mins each if that’s OK?”

They both smiled at me and nodded; I got myself back onto my table and lay on my side so I could watch Maz work on Katie’s athletic body. I think Maz wondered if I was going to get bored waiting for my turn but I was very happy watching the professional way she manipulated Katie’s body, I also really enjoyed looking at the level of bliss that was radiating from Katie as she lay there. Her regular sports massage back home was not going to feel anywhere near as good next week.

“I’d have this done every day if I could,” said Katie, “You need to learn some of Maz’s skills!”

“If it means I get to massage you, I’ll book a course as soon as we get home.”

“You wanna learn now?” Maz asked, “After what you just did for Jas, I’d be happy to show you some techniques, the first hour’s up so I’ve pretty much done her everywhere.”

I didn’t need to ask Katie if she was OK with it, I could tell by the look on her face that this was just about to get fun!

I wrapped my towel tightly round my waist so it would stay nice and secure and wandered over to Katie’s table and stood alongside Maz, who’d got the bottle of oil ready for me.

I held my hands out and she placed a small drop into each palm. She worked it into my skin firmly as our hands danced around each other until they were lightly covered and warmed up.

“That’s lesson 1, too much oil is bad for a proper massage, you need enough to let your hands glide but you still want some friction, it warms the skin and the muscle underneath.”

“Got it, so where do we start?” I enquired.

“I was about to do Mrs B’s shoulders so we’ll start there.”

I stood on one side of the table and Maz was on the other, I was mimicking her movements as best I could as we worked on the shoulder joint itself, and then onto Katie’s clavicles. Our hands were moving slowly with purpose, and Katie was quick with the compliments.

“This is the first time I’ve had a ‘4 hand’ massage, it’d great so far, I’ll recommend you for a job as a spa if you get bored of your office.”

“I’d happily pay to do this all day,” I said, before realising that was exactly what I was doing already.

Maz looked at me and giggled, working out me and Katie were both pretty fun people and that she could have a little fun with us too. Quite often at big hotels the only people with the cheeky patter are the entertainment and bar staff, everyone else is very polite but also quite quiet and reserved. Maz was starting to cast aside the working professional side of her personality.

“OK, we’ve done the top of the shoulders, now it’s time for the neck and that’s really a 2 hand task.” Maz said.

I started to slightly back away from the table but she pulled me back and said, “No, your lesson is not over yet.”

She positioned me directly behind Katie’s head at the end of the massage table, she had me shuffle forwards as far as I could go and moved Katie as far back as she could go also so my towel covered cock was only an inch away from the top of Katie’s head. Maz then slipped in behind me and placed my hands maltepe escort bayan on Katie’s neck then put her hands directly on top of mine.

“I move, you move, OK Mr B?” she said.

“All good boss, and it’s Alan by the way, but you can call me Al. I hate being called Mr B and it’s definitely not ‘Mrs B’ either, she’s at home! This is Katie…” I said, which was true, but Maz just laughed, assuming that I was just making a joke.

“OK Al, with the neck it’s all about circles so tiny the client can barely tell your hands are moving.”

Maz and I began to work on Katie’s neck and we were rewarded with a low deep sigh, my teacher must have been instructing me well as Katie seemed to drift further and further away from reality. She later told me that she felt like she was floating away from the table which I took as a massive compliment of my newly found skills.

After we’d worked on Katie’s neck Maz moved my hands to the very top of Katie’s chest. My fingers were brushing the top of the towel that was covering her breasts at the end of each stroke. I knew Katie would be fine with a full-body massage but I wasn’t sure if Maz would want to leave the room or ask us to finish off back in our room.

As the strokes Maz and I were making up and down Katie’s shoulders and chest got longer and longer Maz ended up with her entire body pressed tightly up against my back. I wanted my arms to push further towards Katie’s breasts so I suggested that Maz and I swap places. As we swapped I immediately regretted doing so when I realised I’d just signed myself up to having my rapidly stiffening cock pressed up against Maz’s super-tight yoga pants.

Swapping places allowed Maz to reach further along the length of Katie’s pecs, closer and closer to her nipples which I could just make out even though they were hidden under her towel, they must have been like bullets to be visible under such a thick and fluffy towel. Our hands had started reaching the top of Katie’s breasts at the bottom of each stroke.

“Some ladies don’t like to have their chest done, but it’s an important group of muscles and it feels great too, you don’t mind do you missus?” Maz said.

“No way, I’m really enjoying myself, right now I think this is the best spa I’ve EVER been to…” Katie said and with the next stroke of our arms, the pretence of just doing the top of Katie’s chest was gone. We crossed the entirety of Katie’s firm breasts squashing over her erect nipples in each direction as we worked our hands all the way to her belly button and back. All this work has pushed the towel further south; it was now only covering Katie from her belly button downwards. Katie’s nipples looked harder than I’d ever seen them, sticking up proudly towards the ceiling.

I worried I was really taking advantage of Maz’s wish to keep us happy in Jasmine’s absence, at the bottom of each stroke her chest was almost completely covering Katie’s face and the whole of my front was basically superglued to Maz’s back. My biceps were also brushing the sides of Maz’s breasts as we rocked back and forwards.

I thought I should check if she was OK with all of it and give her an easy way to change the situation.

“How’s my technique? I wouldn’t want to upset my amazing teacher on my first day.” I said as we made another pass across Katie’s breasts.

“You’re doing great sweetie, we get mainly prudes and wrinkled up prunes in here, it’s kinda fun to do some stuff I’d never do with them, or with Jas in the room!” she said, setting my mind as ease that she was enjoying our extra session as much as Katie and I were.

“Cool, tell me off if I get anything wrong…” I said, making it as clear as I could that although we were having fun she could back off at any time.

“Honey, I bet you flinch before I do!”

That assertion was just about to be tested, my tightly tucked in towel was becoming looser with every pass, based on what she’d just said I decided I didn’t need to worry when it fell to the ground. My cock sprang upwards when the weight of the towel was released and it whacked her on the arse.

Realising what had just happened she half turned around and said, “Wow, I wasn’t thinking of that sort of flinching. I’m glad that towel’s gone though, you didn’t look very comfortable in it. It’s getting hot in here and I don’t want any more oil on my uniform as I’ve lost my spare so I need this one to be pretty clean in the morning.”

I expected her to move away from me and work on Katie from the side but she lifted her tunic over her head, unhooked her bra, and quickly tossed it aside. She asked me to remove her yoga pants too. Quick as a flash I dropped to my knees and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place, she lifted one leg then the other to be free of their tightness. We re-assumed our previous positions, Maz’s and my hands resuming their slow path from Katie’s collarbone to her belly button. As we approached the bottom of our stroke it was no longer Maz’s tunic that was covering Katie’s face – it was maltepe escort bayan Maz’s uncovered breasts. Katie gave them a kiss on their first pass and placed her hands on them on the second. Katie looked at Maz for encouragement as she did so; a simple nod was all that was needed.

I was feeling ready to explode already, I’d been working on the gorgeous Katie, and being pressed up against the nearly naked Maz was getting to be too much, I feared if I came it would signal the end of our fun, so I backed off from Maz. There really was only so long I could have taken with my cock firmly nestled in her ass crevice, so warm and soft, with the occasional firmness of the lacy material of Maz’s panties causing friction as my cock dragged across it.

As I moved round to the side of the massage table Katie took one hand off of Maz’s breast and held my cock gently, I knew I’d not last long so when I caught Katie’s eye I shook my head gently, she knew what I was trying to communicate so she let go of my cock and took my hand instead, she pushed it towards her pussy. I removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. I looked at Maz, partly to check we were still OK and partly for some instruction. Maz moved round to the opposite side of the massage table to me and once again I mirrored Maz’s movements as we lifted Katie’s legs and massaged all over her hips and the very tops of her thighs, we occasionally grazed her mound and bare pussy lips but we stayed away from her clit and I refrained from sticking a finger in her to draw it out as long as we could.

Katie was moaning and I thought she’d be able orgasm without it but she begged for her clit and soaking wet hole to get some attention. I wasn’t going to tell her no! Maz worked on her clit while I inserted one finger, then two, two became three, and when I tucked my pinkie finger into the shape Katie was being stretched to the limit with four, she was bucking and squirming as much as I’d ever seen in real life. Katie’s arms were flailing around so much she’d forgotten about playing with Maz’s breasts but she didn’t seem to mind. Katie’s orgasm was huge; she squirted all over the table, all over my hands, all over Maz’s hands, and all over the floor around the table. Katie lay totally spent on the table panting so hard I swear could see her heart beating in her chest as it rose and fell.

After a minute or two, Katie was capable of speech again:

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had without a cock in me!! Thank you…”

“It’s not yet 5.30, is it time for Al to get a turn?” Maz said.

“I’m game if you are, but it’s been so good already, I’m definitely gonna see to it you get Employee of the Year!” I said.

“Wouldn’t be fair for just one of you to get the happy ending, we don’t normally do that here but for you, it’s OK.”

I didn’t need to be told twice so I got up onto the table, it was still soaking wet from Katie’s orgasm, Katie even slipped slightly on the wet tiled floor as she jumped down.

Maz’s instructions for Katie started off similarly to mine, their bodies were close but they were concentrating firmly on the job in hand – making sure I was happy. Having the 4 hands swiping all over my body was wonderful, I’d enjoyed the relaxing massage from Jasmine but now I was so worked up all I wanted to do was come as hard as I could.

Their hands teased my chest, then they worked down either side to my legs, pushing swiftly back and forth from my ankles to my hips. At the end of each stroke I was given a little treat where one or two hands would snake around my cock and balls. I was in heaven just lying there but I wanted to get a bit more hands on too, with beautiful women stood either side of me I was spoiled for choice. I ran my hand up and down Maz’s side, her smooth skin so soft and perfect. I moved my hand further up and cupped her breast gently. I used my index finger to trace circles round the edge of her Areola. She sighed deeply as I continued to tease her just as much as she and Katie were teasing me. It was Katie that decided to crank it up a notch; she walked round to the foot of the table and climbed on, as she shimmied up the table my legs parted slightly until she was kneeling just below my crotch. She carefully leaned in until her lips were millimetres from the throbbing head of my cock.

Maz had turned her gaze to see what Katie would do next, my hand was still on Maz’s breast but I too had been distracted by Katie. She looked me in the eye and winked, then wrapped her cherry lips around my shaft; she took me deeper and deeper until her bottom lip was touching my balls. I moaned loudly as she started to move up and down my cock with speed. My orgasm was building and I knew I was close. Maz could sense it to, she also leaned over me and held her breasts together and placed them over my face so I could bury myself in them and nuzzle them without affecting Katie’s work on my throbbing cock. I came with a bang, filling Katie’s mouth over and over. As much as she tried to swallow all that I gave her she was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum and the speed at which it was shooting out of me. Some had spilled down onto my stomach and some had hit Maz on her breast too. Once I’d been milked dry Katie leaned over to Maz and lifted her breast to lick off the remaining evidence of our encounter.

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The Duke’s Wife

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I was the duke’s second wife, chosen because all the other women of my family, mother, aunts and sisters had all had many children. Duke William was not young and he desperately needed an heir, his previous marriage of twenty years having failed to produce one for him.

William had killed his first wife to clear a path to securing a second marriage. Oh, it was never proven or openly discussed but everyone knew it was so. The entire court was aware of it but no one dared to say a word. It was not wise to anger a powerful man like the duke.

Of course that’s why I married him. One does not deny William anything that he takes a fancy to. So when I was scarcely a woman I was wed to a man several times my age and for whom I had no feelings of personal affection at all. I didn’t complain or question it. That was simply the way things were done, and financially and socially I certainly could have done much worse.

Years went by swiftly and I entered into my twenties. I wasn’t necessarily unhappy in my marriage, but apathetic might be a better way to describe my feelings on the subject. I was provided with the sort of life that few ever experience so I had no real reason to complain…at least not until William began to become frustrated about his lacking an heir.

After years of marriage and obediently fulfilling my wifely duties in the bedchamber, we still had no child. Not even a miscarriage. William, as I say, became frustrated. I became anxious, remembering the fate of his first wife.

My older brother became concerned for me as well. It was his suspicion that the infertility was not mine, but my husband’s. Not that it would be of any profit to suggest that to William. Andrew, my brother, came up with a plan that he thought might save my life. He thought that I should lie with another man so that I might become pregnant.

At first I resisted. I was an honest woman who had never been with a man other than William in my entire life. Gradually however, I began to become desperate and to rethink Andrew’s idea. William was becoming indifferent to me, and sometimes he hurt me when he came to my bed. I began to dread his presence and to fear that my life might be in danger. If I could become pregnant, I knew it would secure my position and possibly keep me alive.

Andrew began to discreetly search for someone to come in to me. Our family had ample amounts of money and bribery would have been easy if not for the terror that everyone had for my husband. Not one man was willing to do this service.

And so my desperation increased. As it did, a plan formed in my mind, based upon the original one of Andrew’s. Andrew was married and had fathered many children with his wife so that I knew he was fertile. He was my brother, so no one would suspect our being alone together. We looked alike so that if he fathered a child with me, people would not notice features in the child that might be strikingly different from either mine or my husband’s. It would be assumed that the child simply resembled me. The idea of bedding my own brother, of having a child by him, was sickening. And yet I was very desperate and willing to do anything to survive.

Andrew was angry when I suggested my plan to him. He slapped me, called me a witch, and did not speak to me again for weeks. Chastened and humiliated, I fell into depression.

There came an evening when my husband was away on a hunting trip that my younger brother, Allan, came to see me. I did not see Allan that often as he was the rake of the family. He drank, gambled, and visited prostitutes. By the time he was eighteen he’d fathered three bastard children by three different women and by the time in which this story takes place, he had seven in total.

Allan was laughing that night when he came to see me, much amused by something. But then Allan rarely did take anything seriously. It was one ümraniye escort of the things about him that vexed my father.

“What are you sniggering about?” I asked.

“Andrew. He told me about your falling out.”

I blushed, immediately embarrassed and irritated with Andrew for his indelicacy. “It was wrong of him to discuss it,”

“I agree. I never go about bragging about all the women who want to bed me. Well, not often at least.”

“Father will disown you if you continue your wastrel ways.”

Allan laughed, “Father is paying off the blacksmith this week. I knocked up that daughter of his.”

I frowned in disapproval.

“Anne, why didn’t you invite me to your bed?” asked Allan with unusual seriousness.

“Do not mock me,” I said, irritated.

“I’m not. I would have agreed. I never turn down a willing female. If you’d asked me to do what you asked Andrew to do, I am willing to promise that you would be round with my child by now.”

I felt distrustful of his words, Andrew’s slap tingling on my cheek as though it had happened moment’s prior. And yet I felt a slight stirring of interest. “You would bed your own sister?”

“I expect that my sister is made as any woman is.”

I looked at him searchingly, trying to discern whether or not he was teasing.

Allan shrugged. “The womb of a duke’s wife seems a more fitting place for my seed than the dirty cunt of a blacksmith’s daughter. Not that her cunt wasn’t very tight and wet and pleasant to use.”

I blinked, slightly shocked by his vulgarity. I clung to the important part of what he had said, “Would you do that? Would you give me a child?”

“Of course, Anne. And I wouldn’t say a word to anyone about it. I’m not interested in children myself — William can think it’s his and no one will be the wiser. I’m only interested in the pleasure of making it. And of course I have affection for you, Anne. I wouldn’t want to see harm come to you just because William isn’t man enough to father a child and wants to blame you for it.”

“Let us lie together then.” I agreed, another blush rising in my cheeks at the thought of the abominable thing I was agreeing to do. Surely hell holds a special place for those who commit incest.

Allan smiled smugly. “You are so beautiful. Do you know I always wondered what it would be like? I must confess that the idea of bedding you, of filling you with my seed, is a most attractive one.”

“Come with me,” I said, turning and leading the way to the bedchamber.

“The servants?” Allan asked.

“They know not to disturb me when my family is here and William will be away all week,” I said shakily. A glance back over my shoulder showed me that my brother was following, shedding clothes as he came.

“You will be pregnant by the next full moon, ” he confidently predicted “And a pleasant time will be had by both.”

I didn’t reply. I had led him to the bedchamber and was standing beside the bed, frozen with the fear of what I was doing.

Allan was quite at his ease, not at all concerned by the immorality of the situation. “The whores in town tell me that I have a dick like a horse’s,” he said cheerfully, “Do you agree with them, sister?”

“I am not a whore,” I said primly. Though I privately admitted that he was certainly much better endowed than William was.

He smiled. “I know. And I know this is difficult for you,” he said, his eyes softening. “But have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps those whores that you so malign have advantages that you do not?”

He approached me as he said this, and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulled me tight against his naked body. I held very still while he kissed me, frozen in panic until his lips began to thaw some of my fear. Allan was young, strong, and virile. It was impossible not to feel desire when his tongue was thrusting kartal escort into my mouth with such a primal, suggestive rhythm. Surely William had never kissed me quite like that.

Allan began the laborious process of unfastening all the buttons on my gown, followed by the removal of my many undergarments. “The girls in town are easier to get to than this,” he commented, laughter in his voice again. “All I have to do is raise their skirts and bend them over. Does that shock you?”

“Somewhat,” I answered cautiously.

“Of course it does,” he laughed. “You’ve never imagined such things. There are many things I suppose you’ve never imagined despite all your years of marriage. Well well…we’ll see what I can do to educate you tonight.” The last of my clothing dropped to the floor as he spoke, “Relax.” he whispered into my ear.

His warm breath made me shiver.

“I’ll show you what it is to be with a real man,” he promised. “A man who can fulfill your desires as well as your womb.”

Because I could not resist the urge to touch him any longer, I rested my hands on his chest. I liked how solid he felt. A desire began to rise in me such as I had never felt before. It made me ache in places I had not known to be capable of that reaction.

Alan kissed me again and began guiding me backwards toward the bed. “I’ll give you my seed many times this night,” he promised, “But first…”

He pushed me onto the bed and opened my thighs. I expected him to take me then but instead, he knelt down on the floor and buried his face between my legs, sliding his tongue inside me.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked in shock.

“Pleasuring you.” he answered, pausing only briefly before applying gentle suction with his lips.

Pleasure? I had thought that only men took pleasure from the sexual act. My only experience with sex had been to lie still while my husband mounted and mated with me. I had not found it especially pleasurable.

Two of Allan’s fingers slid inside me, probing and teasing as his mouth continued it’s own assault. My body was so unused to such treatment, so sensitive to his ministrations. He had hardly begun before sharp tremors shot through me and I cried out incoherently, thoroughly baffled by what I was feeling but enjoying it all the same.

My brother raised his head, looking amused and smug at the same time. “Well that was easy. He doesn’t take care of you at all, does he?”

Desire had taken over all reason. He was my brother but I wanted him. I wanted to feel his body on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress, his mouth on my lips, his manhood moving inside me. “Take me — now.” I begged.

“Pleased to oblige, M’lady.” he answered with a slight bow.

Only seconds passed but they were seconds in which I thought I would go mad with impatience. I opened my legs for him eagerly, my feet dangling in the air as he positioned himself between them and mounted me at last. When he finally slid into me I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. He was so big and hard and he fit so perfectly, just as though we were pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. He pushed all the way inside and paused, eyes closed, apparently enjoying the sensation.

He looked down at me and asked, “Is this pleasurable for you, my sister?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“For me as well,” he answered, a slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow. And then he began to move inside me. He wasn’t gentle, but urgent, almost rough. His hips pumped in long, deep strokes, my brother filling me more and more, once again making me feel new sensations I could never have imagined. It was so different from being with my husband. Allan was so strong, so energetic. There was something almost feral about him as he bred me, something deliciously wild and sinful. Profane words I had never used in my life spilled from maltepe escort my lips in response to his ministrations.

“Ah…does my sister want to be a whore then?” Alan asked, suddenly withdrawing.

“No!” I gasped, disappointed.

He laughed and pulled me to a sitting position, then guided me to my knees on the floor. “Put it in your mouth,” he instructed, holding his manhood to my lips.

For a moment I gazed at him in consternation, and then I did as he asked. This too was a new experience but instinct took over and I began sucking him as though my life depended on it. I found that I enjoyed it.

“Good girl,” Allan approved. “Show me what a whore you are.”

Somehow being called a whore didn’t offend me as it would have an hour previous. I sucked harder and felt a slow seep of moisture beginning to flow between my soft folds.

“Let me show you how the whores do it,” said Allan. He gently tilted my head back and then fisted his manhood in his free hand. He pushed it uncomfortably far down my throat. I choked in response but he immediately withdrew, only to try again.

“Good?” he asked, when he pulled out for the second time.

My eyes were watering but I nodded. He had aroused an intense desire in me that I’d never known before. Or perhaps I had decided that if I was being depraved, I might as well enjoy it.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he complimented. “It feels so nice. I would love to spill my seed in it but I know that I have a task to complete. Come here, Sister.”

He raised me up and turned me so that I faced away from him, and then bent me forwards over the bed. “I like this way best,” he confided, his hands fondling my bottom. “This is how I fuck the whores in town.”

His lewd words only ignited my passion further. A moan escaped me and I arched my back like a cat in heat, “Please…” I begged “I need you.”

Gripping my hips firmly, my brother mounted me again, this time from behind like an animal. That’s exactly what I felt like — an animal, wild and free with no inhibitions. Overwhelmingly female.

Alan gave me what I needed, what we both needed. It was hard for me to fully realize that this was my younger brother who was making me feel these things, but it was. I was completely past the point of caring about that. I wanted more…always more. I strained against him and begged shamelessly and he always obliged me, thrusting harder until the entire bed shuddered beneath us. My pussy burned with force of this assault, not accustomed to such use. He was so big and so stiff and it felt so good that I came completely apart, screaming his name and clawing wildly at the coverlet.

One of his hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he rode me. The pleasure of the convulsions rocking through me were so strong that they were almost painful and his continued thrusting only made them more intense. I was vaguely aware that I was begging again, almost in tears as I pleaded with him to give me the one last thing that I needed most. “Please Allan….” I breathlessly gasped, “give me your seed. Oh God…I want it so much. Make me pregnant…give me your child.”

He slammed into me then with so much force that he lifted me off of my feet for a moment. More waves of pleasure washed over me as I felt a burst of liquid deep…so deep inside my womb. I cried out in triumph. He cried out in relief, his manhood pulsing and twitching inside me, pumping me full of his seed.

Allan bred me twice more that night and many more times throughout the following week. I found that I wanted him for more than just his ability to make children, but for the pleasure he gave me both physically and emotionally.

I gave birth to my first son the following winter and he looked just like me. William was ecstatic, immensely proud of himself and pleased with me. Once again I was in his favor…but I must confess that my brother was still very much in favor with me. He gave me many more children over the following years and countless hours of pleasure. After all, as he cheerfully pointed out, if you are going to sin, you might as well enjoy it.

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March Maddyness: Round 01

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1. JC / 2. JM / 3. KM / 4. AJ / 5. JB / 6. NG / 7. JR / 8. RA

These were the notes I’d written on the margin of our Tuesday morning staff meeting agenda, and which I then carried back to my office, ready to add the bracket to my whiteboard. The hallway buzzed with talk of the NCAA Tournament, just as it had ever since March Madness hit.

“You sure you don’t want into the pool, Maddy? Last chance!” As he often did, my co-worker Andy checked me out in a not-so-subtle way as he talked to me.

“I’m sure, Andy. I don’t know much about basketball, and I’m not letting you guys take my money that easily! Actually,” I said as I walked into my office, “I think maybe I’ll set up a tournament of my own, and see if you guys want in!”

The men laughed, totally unaware of the true meaning of what I’d just said. I smiled to myself, found a ruler in my desk, picked up a whiteboard marker, and drew the lines of my eight-person tournament, assigning initials to each line once the bracket was drawn. Once it was done, I added a title – “March Maddyness” – at the top, and couldn’t help but laughing.

The idea had hit me suddenly during our morning meeting. For the past week or so, my co-workers, who were normally capable of conversing about many different topics, could now talk of nothing but college basketball. I hate to reinforce a stereotype, but I am the one female employee in the office, and I’m also the one person not interested in the NCAA Tournament. The guys had tried to get me to participate in the pool, probably assuming they’d easily take my money, but I had turned them down every time they asked.

So at this morning’s meeting, while listening to yet more conversations about brackets, and conferences, and rankings, I found my mind wandering. Hard to believe, I know. But where it wandered was the surprising part, even to me. As I watched my co-workers talk, I remembered how each and every one of them had hit on me at least once in the time I’d worked there – which was just over a month.

I’d started with the firm, as the youngest sales rep, in early February. When I came into the office on Valentine’s Day, just my second week of work, my desk was covered with boxes of chocolate, flowers, and big heart-shaped cards. At first I thought it was just because I was new, or because I was the only woman in the group, but soon it became quite obvious that the men were actively competing for my attention.

It wasn’t anything that made me feel uncomfortable, but let’s just say I’d had more offers for dinner or drinks than I could count. I had let each of them down gently, explaining that I was flattered, but thought it would be best if I got a good start at the firm, without mixing business and pleasure. Everyone seemed to understand, and over the past month I’d settled into various levels of flirtatious but harmless banter with each of them.

And, after all, I was used to the attention, so it wasn’t anything that really surprised me – especially in joining an office full of men. I’m a 24-year-old 5’3″ redhead with big green eyes, a pretty face, and a stunning body – perky C-cup tits and a tight little ass. I’d had several years of experience with men drooling all over me, so I’d developed the skills to let them down easy.

So, back to my wandering mind, and the surprising daydream that arose from my co-workers’ blabbering about sports. I started to imagine holding a tournament of my own, with these very men competing against each other. What was the competition, you ask? Well, after a few rounds, I would learn, once and for all, which of these guys was the best in bed.

Crazy, right? But it hit me in our meeting, because the boss – who I would not be including in the tournament, by the way – had reminded the group that this was the week when I would be job-shadowing each of them. I’d been through all of my basic orientation and training with the firm, and now it was time to learn from each of my more experienced colleagues. Starting today, Tuesday, and for the rest of the week, I’d spend my morning with one person, my afternoon with another – so that by Friday evening, I would have shadowed all eight.

And because of the nature of our business – with travel around town and meals out – I should have plenty of easy opportunity to proposition them over lunches, dinners, drinks. I squirmed a bit in my chair, the warmth growing between my legs as I undressed them with my eyes, fantasizing about potential encounters. It had been a while since I’d let myself think such dirty thoughts, especially at work. I feel the need to stress here, in spite of the naughty plan I’ve just shared with you, that I really do pride myself on my professionalism in the workplace.

I wouldn’t tell them about the tournament, but I had a feeling that by the time the second round rolled around, they’d figure out what was up, and hopefully step up and bring their “A” games. As I looked at the bracket I’d drawn, I realized what I was in for bahis firmaları over the next few days. The boss’ schedule for my job-shadows dictated the daily match-ups, but it was remarkable how well those pairings played into the rankings I would have chosen anyway.

Tuesday would see the 4 vs. 5 match, with the aforementioned Andy, a 30-something who wore his flirtatious banter on his sleeve, up against John, a much more suave and mature 50-something. Wednesday was a no-brainer, with the dreamy Justin at

, going up against shy, slightly awkward Jeff at
. Thursday was a little difficult to predict, with two men I knew less well – Kyle and Nick, the always mysterious 3 vs. 6 pairing. And then there was Friday, with the hottest guy in the office, Jacob – my obvious number 1 seed – going up against the number 8 seed, Richard. Wasn’t expecting much contest with that one.

Oh my god, this was hot. I would, of course, still do my job, observing, learning from my colleagues as I watched them work. But I’d also be looking for my opportunity with each of them – whether a quickie between meetings or a long, drawn-out fuck session at the firm’s hotel suite downtown – to make my pick and move the winner on to the next round. The power I knew I had over each of these men was making me giddy with excitement over the naughty few days I had planned.

I hope you don’t mind if I spare you the details of the job-shadowing experiences, and just get right to the sex? After all, who except for me needs to know more about how Andy balances his expense reports, or how Nick uses his powers of persuasion to sell a client more product that he thought he needed. Good, that’s settled. So, on to the story of how I spent the rest of my Tuesday.

After spending the rest of the morning in Andy’s office, he took me to the downtown restaurant we typically used for client meetings. Taking advantage of the fact that we had been seated in a booth, I made my move, wordlessly. I reached towards him under the table, and put my hand on his thigh, squeezing suggestively. He looked at me, his eyes big with surprise, but he didn’t make any move to object.

I slowly slid my hand up to his crotch, finding his cock already hard enough to create a bulge in his slacks by the time I reached it. I began stroking him, slowly, first through his clothes, then gradually unzipping his slacks and pulling him free from his boxers. Even as the waitress visited the table to take our orders, I continued stroking, watching him struggle to remain calm as I toyed with his balls for a moment, then returned to stroking his shaft, which was now jutting straight up, hard and thick.

In the time between placing our order and our food finally arriving, I had him close to the brink of a climax. I leaned towards him, suggestively showing him my cleavage, and asked if he wanted to give me a mouthful of cum. He could only nod in response, my hand now stroking him at a furious pace. I handed him my napkin, instructing him to drop it on the floor when he was ready, so that I could pretend to duck under the table to get it.

After a few moments more, he followed my direction, throwing the napkin down, and I quickly climbed under the table, wrapped my lips around the tip of his shaft, and continued to stroke for a few seconds more until I felt him jerk and shoot his load deep into my throat. As soon as I had swallowed, I climbed back up to my seat, dabbed at the corners of my mouth as if I’d just sampled a great delicacy from the restaurant’s menu, and waited to see how Andy would respond during the rest of our time together.

Much to my dismay, in spite of his strong points for stamina, willingness to participate in my naughty scheme right there in the restaurant, and a delicious load of cum, he lost out for his complete lack of initiative to pay me back with any pleasure of my own. We ate our food, the plates were cleared, the bill charged to our account, and we were back to the office, all without so much as a hint of attention to my needs. Hmm, we’d see what his competition brought to the table later that same day.

***

John, who I’d ranked as the number 5 seed below Andy, quickly proved himself to be more of a gentleman in our interactions, a quality which I hoped would carry over to more intimate activities. After a long afternoon of conference calls and face-to-face meetings with clients, we ended up at the same restaurant where I’d enjoyed lunch – and more – with Andy. As we enjoyed a drink, I studied John. He was, I guessed, early 50’s, but still extremely handsome. As we chatted, he didn’t really feel old enough to be my father, but his age was revealed in some obvious ways – his old-fashioned kind manners, the lines around his eyes when he smiled, and his graying hair.

As I made my flirting more and more obvious, touching his arm, then his thigh, with my hand, he finally surprised me by calling me on it and raising it to another level.

“Should we take kaçak iddaa this to the hotel suite, Maddy?”

“Um, well, yes, that sounds wonderful!”

“Let’s go.”

He casually dropped a 50 dollar bill onto the table and led me out, and it was when we walked out onto the street that I realized the hotel where our firm had a suite was just down the block from the restaurant we frequented with clients. Made sense, I guess! He didn’t so much as touch me in the lobby, the elevator, or as we opened the door, but as soon as we were inside the room, he pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me passionately.

He then led me gently over to the bed, encouraged me to lie back with my legs dangling over the edge, and then knelt in front of me, spreading my legs with his strong hands, and gradually pushing up my skirt until he had full access to begin pleasuring me with his hands and mouth. After such a long day of work, and especially after the few drinks we’d enjoyed at the restaurant, I let my tired body relax into the bed as he touched me, licked me, probed me.

This was clearly a man with confidence, a man with experience, a man who had pleasured more than a few women in his day. I began writhing beneath him as his tongue probed my pussy, his thumb simultaneously rubbing back and forth across my clit. Just as I started to let myself go, preparing for my approaching climax, he slowed and pulled back, quickly removed his slacks and boxers, and joined me on the bed.

I moved towards him as if to take his already-hard cock in my hands, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in any more foreplay. He gently pushed me back down against the bed, climbed on top of me, and slowly pressed his long, hard cock deep inside my dripping wet pussy. Moving very slowly at first, he gradually picked up the pace, bringing his lips to mine for another strong kiss as he fucked me.

After a few more minutes in this position, he rolled us over, so that I was on top, and I sat up to ride him. He unbuttoned my blouse and grabbed my tits, squeezing them gently as I bounced up and down on him, and it wasn’t long before I climaxed, covering his cock with my juices. I rode him for a few moments longer after coming down from my climax, before he pushed me up, climbing out from under me to stand up on the bed. I knelt beneath him as he stroked himself furiously for a few moments more, then shot his load into my waiting, eager mouth.

Hmm, not as tasty as Andy, but overall, he obviously won the round. Guess I was off on my initial rankings!

***

When I walked into the office on Wednesday morning, I was confident that the tournament was still a mystery to the group. John probably had the class not to say anything to anyone, and while Andy didn’t, he was likely just patting himself on the back for the conquest, and had no idea everyone else in the office would also be getting lucky with me that week! I added John’s initials to the next round on the bracket on my whiteboard, and then went off to find Justin.

My number 2 seed was one of the more attractive men in the office, a tall, athletic 30-something with short-cropped brown hair and deep brown eyes. The only obvious strike against him since we’d met was that, as the one guy in the office who had actually played basketball in college, he was the most annoying of the whole March Madness bunch, constantly talking with authority even though his team never got anywhere near an invite to any tournament.

Whether Andy had said something to him about our encounter yesterday, or whether he was just responding to my own flirting, Justin was quick to reciprocate my advances, making the morning of work and meetings powerfully charged with sexual energy. As he showed me some spreadsheets on his computer, I leaned over his desk, blatantly giving him a full-on view of my tits. As we talked with a client over the phone, I kicked off my heels and ran my foot up his leg, briefly teasing him with quick touches to his crotch, where I felt his cock already hardening.

By the time we made it to the car, where our driver, Bob, was waiting to take us to a meeting across town, we could hardly keep our hands off each other. As Bob started the car and began driving, Justin pushed the button to raise the opaque glass between the front and back seats. As soon as the glass blocked Bob’s view, Justin’s hands were on my body, with one hand squeezing my right breast firmly, the other hand quickly moving down towards the hem of my skirt.

I reciprocated by finding his firm bulge, and began stroking it as he forced my skirt up and began rubbing my clit and pussy lips through my panties. I couldn’t help but begin panting and sighing under his touch, and he responded by pulling his hand quickly away from my crotch and bringing it to his face, putting a finger to his lips to remind me that even though Bob couldn’t see us, he could still hear us.

This need to stifle my expressions of pleasure only heightened the kaçak bahis excitement for me, as Justin returned his hand to my crotch, this time pushing my panties to the side and touching my skin directly. I arched my back in immediate response as one of his fingers easily slipped into my wet pussy, and focused my hands on freeing his cock from his slacks. After fumbling for a few moments with his belt, buttons, hooks and zippers, I finally was rewarded with his big, hard cock in my hands. He was longer and thicker than either of the men I was with the day prior, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.

After focusing all of my attention on his cock for several moments, I looked up into his eyes, trying to silently communicate my desire for him to fuck me, right there in the car. Whether he understood, or just had the same desire, he immediately responded, plunging into me with one hard stroke. Perhaps knowing that I’d have trouble keeping quiet, he brought the hand that had been playing with my tits up to my mouth, gently covering it while he began fucking me, hard, pressing me back into the hard leather car seat.

As he pounded me relentlessly, the movements of the car through traffic continually changed our position, shifting us around in the seat as we turned left, then right, sped up, and slowed down. The unexpected motions, together with the pressing need to remain quiet, were enough to bring me to a climax, and the pulsing pleasure in my pussy was especially powerful given that I could still remember the sensations of my encounter the evening before.

As I writhed beneath him, covering his cock with my juices, Justin slowed, then pulled me back with him as he sat back down on the seat, so that I was sitting on his lap, his cock still buried inside, and could begin riding him. It took a few moments before I could handle his full length again, but before long I was riding him with abandon, the movements of the car once again creating amazing sensations.

After just a few moments more, Justin pushed me up, and I climbed down to the floor of the car, kneeling between his legs. I eagerly took his cock and balls into my hands and mouth, stroking furiously until I was rewarded with a huge load of delicious cum. It was all I could do to swallow every drop, as some of his cum threatened to spill out of the corners of my mouth. We also had to quickly straighten ourselves up, furiously buttoning, zipping, straightening, as Bob drew the car up to the curb at our destination.

***

I was giddy for the rest of the afternoon after my sensational fuck-session in the car with Justin that morning. Thankfully, that attitude, and the lingering sensations between my legs, were enough to carry me through a very disappointing showing from my 7 seed, Jeff. He was a shy, somewhat awkward guy, so much so that I struggled to figure out how he ended up in sales. Jeff and I had a productive and professional afternoon together, but let’s just say he was incredibly dense when it came to responding to the advances of a hot young woman.

In spite of all of my efforts – batting of eyelashes, putting cleavage on display, touching him on the arm, the thigh, etc. – all I got out of Jeff was an awkward embrace and peck on the cheek at the end of our time together. I’m not the type to take it personally, but it did make me wonder what was up – after the other guys had all taken easy advantage of the invitation I’d given them. Was he involved with someone and didn’t want to cheat? Was he worried about mixing business and pleasure? Was he really that shy and awkward? Oh well, time to move on, giving Justin the easy win in this bracket.

***

By the time Thursday rolled around, I was in the groove. Any concern I might have had about my slutty behavior at work had long since been replaced by my pleasure at the whole scenario – the sex itself, the fun game of putting my male co-workers through the competition, the anticipation of what might happen after they all realized what I was up to – I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

Thursday turned out to be the battle of two quickies. There were no out-of-office opportunities in the schedule with either Kyle or Nick, my 3 vs. 6 match-up, so I was forced to find ways to test their skills within the confines of our office suite. It was an interesting pairing – nerdy but attractive 30-something Kyle going up against the oldest of the group, Nick. Nick was at least 60, but from what I could tell, still quite active, fit, and frankly, the most likely of the group to insert a risque joke or story into a meeting – so, in spite of his age, I was intrigued to see what he’d bring to the big dance.

My morning encounter with Kyle turned out to be in the copy room. Our bodies pressed against the door as a convenient way to keep others out, his erection quickly growing against me, we kissed hard as he moved his hands roughly over my body, unbuttoning my blouse and forcing my skirt up to my waist. I gasped as I realized the vulnerability of my position – even though we’d likely hear someone coming towards the door in time, Kyle had me half naked as he squeezed a round of foreplay into just a few hurried moments.

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I needed a drink. And, if I’m being quite honest, a good fuck would be great too.

Friday night, end of a long week at work, I find myself at a quiet bar not far from my place. I’ve heard some of my co-workers say they come here on occasion so maybe I would see some familiar faces and relax with a drink or three. Hesitating outside the front door, I examined my appearance. I was still dressed in my work clothes: a burgundy long sleeve button up blouse pulled tight across my large breasts, a knee-length black pencil skirt with a slit up the back and black heels. My wavy dark brown hair spilled down across my shoulders as I removed the hair clip from my head. Unbuttoning one more button to deepen my cleavage put a smile on my face. I could see the top edge of my black lace bra across my milky white breasts. Maybe I can get some attention tonight. Having been single for a few weeks now, I was growing bored.

I entered the establishment slowly, gazing around the dark room without staring. Making my way to the half-empty bar I spot a woman I’ve seen in the office a few times. Emily? Melissa? Something like that. She notices me alone as I sit down on a barstool a few seats down from her and two other patrons I do not recognize. “Lindsey?” she asks. “Hey, Lindsey!” She comes up to me and pats me on the back. “Have I seen you in here before?”

“No,” I replied. “But I don’t live far, thought I would stop in and unwind tonight.”

“Cool!” she says enthusiastically. Clearly she has had a few drinks already. “Well, you enjoy your evening. I’m gonna head back over to those two fine gentlemen who are currently arguing over who is buying my next drink. Toodles!” She puts her arm around me and squeezes my shoulder before rejoining her gentleman. I smiled after her as the bartender caught my eye.

“Amaretto sour, please,” I tell him. He nods and mixes my drink, topping it with a cherry before sliding it to me. I relaxed my body as I tasted the sweet liquid. Smiling, I dipped the cherry around in my drink as I casually admired my co-worker, silently wishing myself luck on some male attention of my own.

Three lonely drinks later my peripheral vision saw Emily or Melissa giggling and stumbling a bit as she left the bar on the arm of one of her gentlemen. There were only a handful of people left at tables in the dark corners of the room. Where did the other man vying for her attention go? I shrugged to myself. The night was still young.

The front door banged opened and a man came through the entryway, swiftly approaching the bar near me. “Shot of bourbon,” he said, putting a fifty dollar bill onto the dark wood surface. The bartender poured the drink and sat it down in front of the man, his fingers barely cleared from the small glass before the man grabbed it and tossed the liquid down his throat. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as the bourbon headed toward his stomach. The man was tall and had short, reddish brown hair with a trimmed beard. His dark blue shirt and jeans made his blue eyes look darker in the dim light. He glanced at me and I watched his gaze wander over my entire body before I realized I was staring at him. I turned back to my empty glass and picked it up to wave at the bartender. The man moved down to the barstool next to mine and put his empty shot glass down next to mine. “Two more shots,” he said to the bartender without taking his gaze off of me.

“I don’t drink whiskey,” I said quietly as the shots appeared quickly before us.

He picked up each glass and held one out to me. “You do tonight,” he smiled. “Tyler. Pleased to meet you.” He held out his now empty hand as I reluctantly accepted the drink.

I stared into his dark, sexy eyes, shook his hand and poured the whiskey into my mouth, swallowing as best I can, coughing a bit as the liquor burns down my throat. He is still holding my hand as I clear my throat. “Lindsey.”

Tyler smiled a devilish, knowing smile. Oh lord, I thought to myself as my stomach began to burn. This man was going to be trouble. But maybe I needed some trouble. “I haven’t seen you in here before, have I?” he asked me casually, watching me.

“No, I’ve never been here before now,” I replied, keeping my eyes on his face. The more I watched him looking at me, the more I felt the need to button that last button I had undone before I entered the bar. I felt naked beneath his hot gaze. I cleared my throat and turned to my empty glass. “You come here often?”

“I suppose you could say that.” He plucked my glass from my fingers and waved it at the bartender. “Another round,” he said.

Well, here was that male attention I was looking for, I thought. Let’s see where it goes. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Tyler?” I asked playfully.

He bahis firmaları took my refilled glass and his shot in each hand and turned to face me before answering. “Is that not why you’re here?” He took a sip of my drink before handing it to me, nodded once and shrugged, and held up his shot for a toast. “To our exes. May they rot in hell.” He clinked his shot to my glass and downed it before I could move. This was getting interesting. He put the shot glass down and watched me, waiting for me to drink. Looking down at my drink, I pulled the cherry out of the ice and tipped my glass back, drank every drop of the sweet liquid and sat the glass back down. Tyler nodded his approval, then stared as I placed the cherry between my lips, pulled the fruit into my mouth and sucked the alcohol from it, plucking the stem off as I chewed. He swallowed, leaned his head towards the bartender and requested two more shots without taking his eyes off of me. I grinned at him, biting my bottom lip. This was going well.

The shots appeared quickly and Tyler handed me one as I tossed the cherry stem in my ice. I held the glass up to his in the air. “To this incredible woman before me. May her sexy legs find themselves wrapped around my head before the night is over.”

I chuckled as we clinked our glasses together and poured another shot of whiskey down my throat. Whoa, that one burned more than the first. I coughed a bit while he watched me with a sensual smile. The way he was looking at me now told me I was something he wanted, and he would take it if he had to. My panties grew damp and my clit began to throb. Turning to the bartender I said, “Glass of water, no ice, please,” and turned back to Tyler.

He laughed. “Don’t wanna drink the night away with me?” His hand reached out to my legs, touching my knee and slowly gliding up my thigh under my skirt. The tight material didn’t let him get far. He withdrew his hand even slower and I shivered.

“I shouldn’t…I mean, I…don’t want to be hung over,” I stuttered, picking up the glass of water as it arrived and taking a long drink. He nodded to the bartender for another shot while I drank. “Besides,” I said, catching my breath, “I’m sure I will want to remember the rest of the evening.”

Tyler smiled, threw back the shot of bourbon and leaned towards my face. “I would like to go somewhere with you where I can fuck your sexy brains out. How does that sound?”

“Sounds promising,” I replied teasingly. “Where would you like to take me?”

“I would take you right here on this bar if no one minded,” he replied. “Scoot that skirt up, take off your panties, kneel down and lick you until you cum all over my face and this barstool.”

My mouth fell open and my panties were soaked now. I looked around at the few people remaining in the bar, seemingly unaware of us. It was tempting to say the least. “My place isn’t far.”

“Good.” He slapped another bill from his wallet onto the bar for my tab as I finished the water. He held out his elbow for me to slide my hand into as he led me out of the bar.

We chatted a bit on the walk to my place. It seemed the whiskey had had little effect on Tyler, even though I had never met him. I was a bit more than tipsy after mixing alcohol this evening but was feeling great. When we reached my apartment I unlocked the door, pointed him to the kitchen and told him where a bottle of Crown Royal was that my ex had left in my place and excused myself to use the bathroom. I found him with a small glass of the whiskey when I returned, pouring the liquid down his throat. “You seem to like whiskey,” I teased.

“Puts me in a good mood,” he replied, setting the glass down in the sink. “Not that I need something to do that tonight. Your beautiful body has a similar effect.” He crossed my kitchen in a couple strides, cornering me against the wall. “Now, I wanna taste you.”

I swallowed, noting the throbbing that increased between my legs. I hadn’t had sex for a long time it seemed, and all this talk of devouring me was bringing me close to the edge already. I tried to squeeze by him to lead him to the bedroom but he wrapped his arms around my waist and covered my mouth with his. I could taste whiskey as his tongue dove inside my mouth hungrily. My hands found their way into his hair as I kissed him back, leaning my trembling body into him. His erection pressed against my belly through his jeans as he gripped me tighter and continued his heavenly assault on my mouth, one hand dropping from my back to cup my ass. I moaned into his mouth and he let me go, both of us breathless as he dragged me from the kitchen in search of my bedroom.

Stumbling behind him, I pointed to a door on his left and he threw it open, pulling me inside and kaçak iddaa roughly pushed me onto the bed face down. I started to get up but he pushed my face back down and then pulled my hips back so I stood leaning over the bed. Light poured into the dim room from the hallway and the small windows over the bed so he could see what he was doing. He fumbled with the tiny zipper in my skirt for several seconds before he grabbed each side of the slit in the back and jerked my skirt apart up my legs. I let out a small scream as the cool air touched my bare thighs. He pulled his shirt off and knelt down behind me, running his hands across my black lace panties and my ass cheeks, nuzzling my damp pussy through the material with his nose. He gripped my thighs and inhaled, sighing as he took in my scent. Reaching up to my waist he slid the wet panties down my legs and I stepped out of them, spreading my feet apart. With his arms wrapped around my legs, his tongue slipped out of his lips and lapped at my shaved pussy gently for several moments before his wide open mouth latched onto my lips, sucking my clit as hard as he could. I screamed and moaned as my legs shuddered under his grasp. I was cumming before I could think clearly again and I squealed into my bed covers as I covered his face in my juices.

Tyler slowed down his assault on my clit as my noises subsided, softly licking me all over as I relaxed. After a few minutes he grabbed my hips tightly again and thrust his tongue inside my tight pussy as I moaned. Moving my hips back and forth he tongue fucked my pussy until I came again, my pussy juices running down his chin and my legs. He slowed down again as my orgasm dwindled, licking my soft flesh slowly like an ice cream cone. His tongue moved further up my crack, licking my anus and sliding inside for a few moments. His facial hair tickled my sensitive skin as he invaded my ass, causing me to scream and wiggle beneath him.

Tyler groaned and stood up behind me, unzipping his jeans while I stayed in position. The tip of his hard cock brushed my ass as it sprang free of his clothes. Lining up with my soaking wet hole he slipped his dick inside me, penetrating my pussy slowly inch by inch. I growled as he held me still, teasing me with his cock. He squeezed my ass cheeks in each hand once he buried himself inside me and held still for a few moments. Reaching up my back, he grabbed a handful of my long hair and jerked my head back as I screamed. “Ready for me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, the pain in my scalp becoming more bearable.

“Good little bitch,” he replied, slapping my ass with his free hand as he inched himself from my throbbing pussy. Before the head came out he jerked hard on my hair again, pulling me back onto his cock as I screamed again. Tyler fucked me like this for some time at a steady pace, moving my body with my hair and slapping my ass, burying his cock deep inside me while I whined and moaned. My head hurt a bit but his brusque handling of my half-naked body was exciting me.

After some time had passed he pulled his dick out of me and jerked me up on my feet by my hair, spun me around to face him so he could remove my torn skirt from my waist. With him knelt down in front of me I stepped out of my skirt and he tossed it aside while his mouth found the inside of one knee, kissing my leg gently. I watched his head and muscled arms as he tasted my flesh. He moved over to the other leg and slowly worked his way up to my pussy as goosebumps crawled across my skin. My legs parted as his tongue darted out to lick my damp lips softly. My body shuddered in response to his teasing.

Tyler stood back up to face me, grabbed my bare ass and picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The heat in his eyes thrilled every inch of my body as he moved onto the bed and laid us down on the covers. His mouth devoured mine once more as I wiggled beneath him, wanting his cock inside me again. Breaking the kiss, he got up on his knees between my parted legs and took each side of my button up shirt in his hands, tugging the material apart harshly and popping off every button all the way up my chest. My nipples were peeking out of my bra cups from being manhandled earlier, and Tyler leaned down on me to take one in his hot mouth. I arched my back in response, my pussy throbbing for attention as he ravished each nipple in turn. Noticing the clasp on my bra was in the front he unhooked it, freeing my large breasts for his tasting. I tried to wrap my hands around his head but he pushed my arms up over my head and held me there as he licked every inch of my breasts, my clit throbbing even harder now. I whimpered in protest, watching him take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard. I shrieked a little as the kaçak bahis sensation spread across my body and he looked up at my face and grinned.

He let go of my arms then, scooting down the bed to plant his face between my legs again. Running his hot tongue across my lips hungrily, he then blew cool air onto the damp skin causing me to shiver. He grinned again, a devilish grin that kept my pussy slick with need. He continued lapping at my lips and clit, slowly torturing me as he lifted my legs up and apart to grab my ass cheeks and squeeze. His tongue moved lower, dipping inside my fucked little hole as I moaned. The teasing was too much for me; I needed to cum again. I reached down and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling his face harder against my clit. He looked up at me and I could tell he was smiling. I moved his head against me as he flicked his tongue over my clit, my breasts bouncing around as I fucked his face. Tyler wrapped his arms around my thighs and held on as I moved his head and my hips faster, my orgasm just seconds away. I screamed loudly when it spilled over the edge, rubbing my cream all over his mouth. He slowed down as I let go, my strength collapsing after yet another climax.

His mouth began trailing kisses up my stomach as I lay there in ecstasy, running his tongue across my breasts and up to my neck. When his mouth reached my neck and I could smell my juices on his face, he alternately kissed and licked my neck and ear as his hands pushed my arms up over my head again. Holding my wrists with one hand, his other hand picked up my right leg and rested my ankle on his shoulder. I stared into his face as he shoved his cock back into my slick hole, laying more of his weight on my leg and stretching me. Tyler pounded into me again and again as I shrieked in pain and pleasure. The way he used my body so roughly was absolute heaven to me; I needed a good, hard fuck badly. He groaned as he let go of my wrists to lean up on his hands, fucking me harder yet as he spilled his load into my hole.

After a moment to relax his breathing, he looked down at me and grinned as he slid his dick from my pussy. My leg dropped down as he lay down on his back next to me. I could feel his cum running out of me as I turned to him, my breathing slower than his. He looked at the ceiling for several seconds before turning to face me. He grinned. “Get on my cock, bitch.”

I glanced down in surprise at his still hard dick. “You haven’t had enough yet?” I teased.

“I’m pretty sure I will never have enough of you, honey,” he remarked. “I’ve never tasted a more delicious woman.”

I blushed, biting my lip as I crawled on top of him, shedding the rest of my clothes. I knelt over his cock and leaned forward, my breasts dangling over his face. He held onto my waist with his strong hands as I held his cock under my pussy. He pushed me down and thrust up inside me at once, sending a shudder through my belly. I held still for a moment as the dim light from outside shone through the windows onto our naked bodies. Tyler began moving my hips for me with his hands and I took the hint, starting out slowly, feeling the head of his dick rubbing my cervix. He laid there watching me grind my hips against him for awhile, our juices covering the both us as I rode him. I leaned forward over him, grabbed the headboard and started sliding up and down his shaft, fucking him steadily. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge and I moaned, causing him to squeeze my hips tighter and thrust up inside me. Our breathing increased as he pounded away at my pussy, my moaning and his groaning turning into screams as I came and he followed, shooting another load into my fucked hole. I collapsed and shuddered on top of him, his heart pounding beneath my chest.

I hadn’t noticed I had fallen asleep until I woke a few minutes later. Tyler was watching me, his fingers stroking my back as I laid on him. I smiled and rolled over, sighing as I sat up and ran my eyes across his naked flesh. He watched me in silence, one arm under his head on my pillow and the other laying on his stomach. I ran a finger across the sun tattoo on his bicep. “Thanks, I needed that,” I whispered.

He cocked his head and grinned. “No, thank you, Lindsey. I enjoyed every moment. You are one incredible woman I won’t soon forget.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, his hungry mouth finding mine and devouring me once again.

I could taste myself on his lips and I sighed again. “Do you need me to call a cab?”

“I can’t stay?” he asked with a teasing smile. “I would love to wake you up in a few hours.”

“Oh, my,” I replied, blushing again. “My body will probably be sore for some time and…and…”

“No more manhandling?” he inquired. “Well, I can’t make any promises about that. Fucking you feels too good.”

I sighed, crawling into the bed next to him. “Okay, you can stay. Tonight.”

“Mmm,” he grinned. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

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The Closet Ch. 04

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“Stephen, I want you to tell me all about the first time you fucked your sister. And, I want your brother-fucking cunt of a sister to fuck you while you tell me your story.”

In the steamy bathroom, Stephen Saunders lay in the tub as the slim redhead, his older sister, Evelyn, energetically bounced on his thick cock, her perky, pink-nippled tits jiggling wildly. Her face was buried in the hairy crotch of her sister-in-law, Stephen’s wife, Maria, a tall, full-bodied dusky-skinned Latino, who towered over the fornicating siblings. Her hands were bound behind her back and she ground her pelvis into her sister-in-law’s agile tongue.

As he spoke, Stephen was transported once again to their family home in Ohio. It was the autumn of 1996, he was eighteen and his sister, nineteen – and they had just discovered the joys of incestual sex. Their mutual masturbation and oral gratification games were fun but Stevie wanted more. He wanted Evie to let him fuck her like they had watched their parents doing. Although sexually promiscuous, his older sister confided to him that she was saving her virginity for her husband. Evie was very popular amongst her school friends whom she dated often, but she would not allow the boys to proceed further than sucking her titties or feeling up her pussy through her clothes.

One evening, they were in Evie’s room and both children were as naked as jaybirds. “Doctor” Stevie had just finished examining and administering healing therapy to his sister’s pussy. This usually took the form of mouth-to-cunt resuscitation and the boy was still licking the copious juices from the frail girl’s flaxen haired pussy as they talked about their sexual fantasies.

“Evie, you know that my greatest desire is to fuck your sweet cunny with my pecker!”

“Silly boy, I know that! But that’s not really a fantasy since we are very close to fucking anyway. What else do you really, really want to do and have hot, wet dreams about?”

Stevie blushed and his sister smiled knowingly, “I know…I know what little Stevie wants to do…”

Putting on a brave front, the boy dared his sister to guess the truth.

“What will you give me, little brother, if I am correct?”

“Anything you want!”

“I’m guessing that what little Stevie wants most is to fuck Mommy!”

The boy’s face turned redder as his sister grabbed hold of his shrunken penis and tweaked its pink head, giggling, “Bro, are you sure this lil’ fella won’t get lost in our Mommy’s big hole?”

Blistering under his sister’s jibe, Stevie pulled his sister’s head into his lap as her lips found his cock which was began to grow rapidly on her skillful tongue.

“I don’t see you complaining about my size, Sis … it’s like you told me once, it doesn’t matter to a woman how big a man’s cock is but what he does with it!”

“Hahaha, big boy, and what do you intend to do with your cock once you have your way with our mother?”

“Well, first, I will trace the outline of her body, starting with her head, down her neck, boobs, tummy, ass, right down to her toes, with my leaking cock-head.”

“Just like this..?” Evelyn teased her brother by brushing her face against his now erect and dribbling cock, moving herself downwards, tracing a wet line down her body until it stopped at the crevice of her pussy. She clasped the stiff organ between her thighs and began moving back and forth, dry-humping her brother’s captive cock.

“And then, what will you do to Mommy?”

Stevie was now distracted by his sister’s intimate massage and stuttered a bit before responding, “Ahhh… well… I will then make Mommy suck my cock to make it grow even bigger and stronger.”

“Silly boy, if you make Mommy suck your cock before you fuck her, then you will cum in her mouth and it will take you much longer before you can get it up again to fuck her.”

“Sis, there is a method to my madness… we’ve both seen how much our mother loves to suck Dad’s cum so I’m pretty sure that once she takes my cock in her mouth, she’s not gonna let me go until she makes me cum in her mouth. And when that happens, it will take me that much longer to cum again. So, I can fuck Mommy for much longer!”

Evelyn smiled at his wicked logic, “You’re a real devil, aren’t you brother dear?” Spitting on his cock to lubricate it, the lust-driven girl stroked and massaged her brother’s cock with her soft hands.

Pushing further, Evie asked, “Tell me honestly, little brother, if you could fuck only one person, who would you pick – Mommy or me?”

Stevie knew that this was a very tricky question and his further sexual progress with his sister depended on giving the right answer.

“That’s easy — I’d rather fuck Mommy! Don’t take this wrong, bahis firmaları Sis, you’re awesome but Mom is waaay too hot.”

OK. He’d played his card; let’s hope it had the desired effect on his sister.

Evelyn smarted at the response. She was upset that her brother preferred to have sex with their mother rather than with her.

“What if you could fuck me today and every day, would you still prefer to hold out for Mom?”

Stevie scratched his head, pretending to give it deep thought — his heart jumped with joy because his ploy had worked.

“Well, maybe I might change my mind then seeing as how it is you, my sister, who’s introduced me to sex; I would rather have all my ‘firsts’ with you. First masturbation, first suck and now first fuck.”

“OK. It’s settled then, let’s fuck, little brother! But you have to promise me that you will pull out before you cum in me.”

“Awesome, Sis! But don’t you think it would be more exciting if we had our first fuck while watching Mom and Dad fucking?”

“Little brother, you really are a sly devil!” Evelyn giggled, as they planned to meet outside their parents’ bedroom at night.

All through dinner, both children were very distracted and preoccupied. Their parents commented on this and got the response that they had a lot of school-work to catch up on, so they wanted to finish dinner early that night. Brother and sister however, could not refrain from their usual ‘secret game’ of playing with each other’s genitals under the table as they wolfed their food. They could hardly contain their excitement until 9:00 pm — which was the time that Mom and Dad usually went to bed and had sex.

Evie heard her brother’s knock on her door promptly at 8:30 pm. He popped his face in to whisper that he had just seen them go into their bedroom. Evelyn had brushed her dark, red tresses back into a ponytail, further accentuating her high cheekbones and delicate features. She had applied deep red lipstick and mascara. Her green eyes shone with mischief as she slipped on her flimsiest nightwear, a white with pink floral, knee length tunic of fine cotton, held up by spaghetti straps. She had specially selected this because she knew that the fabric was practically see-thru against the light.

Brother and sister tip-toed towards their parents’ bedroom and were not disappointed as they heard the moaning sounds of love-making coming through the open door. They smiled at each other as they noticed that the bedroom door was open wider than usual.

Evelyn, who was leading the way, peeped in first as her brother pushed himself against her body, molding his spare frame against her back and peering over her shoulder at the scene. The boy had slyly pushed up the hem of his sister’s tunic over her rounded buttocks and was rubbing his exposed cock-head against her naked ass as they spied on their parents.

Jenny and Mike Saunders knew all about their children’s explorations of incest and encouraged their voyeuristic pleasures by keeping their bedroom door open whenever they had sex. The hedonistic parents wanted to put on a special show for the youngsters tonight – their behavior at the dinner table indicated that brother and sister were planning something special that night.

In keeping with their usual practice, one child would relate to the other, what their parents were doing. It was Evelyn’s turn that night to do the narration.

“Stevie, I want you to do to me whatever Dad is doing to Mom.”

“Dad is sitting up against the headboard of the bed; his hairy, heavy body is fully naked and Mom is sitting on his face. Her big, bouncy boobs are wobbling all over the place and her hairy cunt is being eaten up by Dad. He is squeezing her fat buttocks and feeding on her pussy. Dad’s cock is an angry shade of red and its veins are thick and bulging. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my lips around that monster!”

Evie placed a towel on the carpeted floor and asked Stevie to lie down on it as she pulled her tunic up, bunching it around her waist and squatting over her brother’s face. The boy grasped his sister’s firm buttocks and opened his mouth wide to suck her moistening pussy lips.

“Mom is shoving her cunt hard into Dad’s face. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut and she is whimpering with pleasure. Dad is squeezing her ass-globes tighter and savagely gobbling up her pussy like a bear sucking on a honey-pot.”

Evie energetically copied her mother’s body movements as she felt her brother’s tongue, lips and teeth responding with equal fervor on her labia and clitoris. The boy mouthed his sister’s juicy slit which smelled of fresh flowers and cinnamon. He sucked her slippery nether lips between his own lips and nibbled at the swollen clit.

“Mmmmmm… kaçak iddaa you do that so well, sweetie… Dad has now pushed Mom into the doggy position and is moving behind to fuck her!”

“Great! It’s payday!!” thought Stevie as Evie assumed the doggie position; she had turned around so that she was facing the open door and they could both continue to watch and duplicate their parents’ actions.

The boy pulled his sister’s tunic off her slim, white body. Evie spat on her brother’s now rock hard penis, rubbing the saliva into the throbbing, hot stem. For extra precaution, Stevie had slathered thick gobs of KY jelly on his prick to ensure smooth entry into his sister’s virginal vagina. She reached back to part her firm cheeks and offer her virgin cunt to her brother, like she saw her mother doing for her father.

“Dad has now pushed his cock all the way up Mom’s cunt and is fucking her like crazy. She is shoving her ass back and forth into his crotch to get as much of his cock inside her fuck-hole as she can. Greedy Mommy!”

The children heard their mother mouthing obscenities as their father fucked her.

“Fuck me, Mike! Fuck your cock-whore, harder! Ram your poker deep into my cunny and shove your balls in too! Just imagine that you are raping our daughter’s virgin pussy!”

“Yes, my fat, fuck-slut, take your Daddy’s meat up your hot, sloppy twat… just like you want to do with our son’s virgin pecker!’

Both brother and sister were shocked to hear that their parents shared the same fantasies that they did — of committing incest with them.

This revelation pushed the young couple over the edge. Whatever little doubts that had plagued little Stevie’s fevered mind about fucking his sister, quickly disappeared as he plunged his stiff penis into her juicy, welcoming pink petals.

He clumsily moved his hips back and forth, as he saw his father doing, pumping his stiff poker deeper and deeper into his sister’s hot, caressing pussy. The boy marveled at how natural this sexual union felt and how deep and intimate their bonding had become. This wonderful and simple act of fornication could no longer be called ‘fucking’ but more appropriately, ‘love-making’, as the boy’s heart overflowed with consuming desire for his sister.

“Ohhhh… dear Stevie…love me…show your sister how much you love her … fill me harder with your sweet tool… deeper, deeper!”

The boy hesitated momentarily as his cock met with brief resistance at her hymen. Evie reached behind, clutched her brother’s skinny buttocks and pulled his body hard to hers, taking his prick fully inside her, all the way up to the hilt. There was a slapping sound as his smooth pelvis smacked against the silkiness of her buttocks. A sharp searing pain ripped through her body and she could feel his lance liberating her; transforming her from girl to woman.

Evie’s whimpering “ooh…ooh…ooh” sounds made her brother slacken his pace for fear that he was hurting her; but despite her fuzziness due to the onset of pain, Evie urged her brother, “Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop… fuck your sister harder … I want to feel your cock touching me deep; deep inside me … in my most private and untouched places.”

Stevie resumed his labor of love. He still could not believe that he was living out his darkest fantasy of impregnating his virgin sister with his four and a half inches long cock. He could now understand why fucking was the most desirable of sexual acts — it was easily the most pleasurable for both participants. Moreover, the fact that they were indulging in the forbidden practice of incest made the fucking doubly enjoyable.

Through her pain and gradually increasing pleasure, Evie could hear herself urging Stevie to keep fucking her harder and harder. Their parents had changed positions and were now lying in the spooning position — Dad was pumping Mom from the back, one leg draped over her curvy, alabaster hip.

Jenny and Mike had guessed rightly about this being a special night in their children’s sex life. Even though Stevie and Evie were trying hard to keep their voices down, the sexual tension of the occasion, made it impossible to do so. The horny mother could see that her son was no longer a child. Stevie’s cock was thick as a bludgeon and was plunging with reckless abandon into his sister’s fledgling vagina. What it lacked in length, it more than made up for in its thickness; she shivered at the nasty thought of taking her son’s cock up her ass.

Flecks of virginal blood dotted Evie’s pale white body and splattered the boy’s torso. Stevie was somewhat intimidated by the blood but his sister’s encouraging voice steadied his nerves, as brother and sister changed their positions kaçak bahis to match their parents’. Stevie was horrified to see that his penis looked like a bloody sword that had plundered the most private and intimate part of his sister’s body. The black ‘fleur-de-lis’ birthmark on the acorn head contrasted starkly against the crimson, like an obscenely bizarre work of art. His mother called it the mark of royalty.

Sensing her brother’s hesitation, Evie thrust her hungry pussy back into her brother’s groin, urging him to sheathe his glorious weapon once again into her welcoming scabbard, squishing noisily with the warm juices.

Jenny whispered to her husband that their son had successfully deflowered their daughter. Both husband and wife were filled with the joy of this important milestone in their children’s journey into the forbidden and obsessive world of incestual love. The parents’ love-making was fired by the eroticism of their own shameless exhibitionism and watching their children’s first fornication.

Jenny grabbed hold of her flailing tits and sucked their pink snouts as Mike rammed her cunt mercilessly.

“Ohhhh…Mike, my darling cunt-fucking cock-slave … fuck me up my ass! I want your big fat dick filling up my shit-hole so tight and deep that you make me cry!”

Stevie and Evie quickened their pace to match the galloping rhythm of their parents. Mom now lay on her back and had raised her lower torso high so that Dad took hold of her parted thighs, spat large gobs of saliva into her pink, puckered ass-hole and plunged his slimy cock all the way up her anal orifice.

Evie’s pain was now almost totally replaced by breathless pleasure as her brother’s energetic dick plumbed her virginal depths. She continued to whimper, “oooh… “ooh…ooh…ooh,” as tears of joy streamed down the corners of her eyes. She had never imagined that fucking could be so wildly pleasurable. And her wily brother added to her enjoyment by fingering her ass-hole and tweaking her clitoris.

Evie could feel Stevie’s cock tensing inside her sheath and his frantic pumping told her that he was ready to cum. Her own orgasm was imminent and she pleaded for him to hold back for a few seconds more until she was ready. To distract himself, Stevie tried hard not to focus on his sister’s soft, pliant pink nippled tits that jiggled with their love-making, or the burning desire in her bright green eyes which implored him to fuck her harder and, most of all, the warmth and wetness of her tight vagina which systematically squeezed his bludgeoning organ.

The boy’s efforts were rewarded within seconds as he felt his sister’s slim body shudder spasmodically with the waves of ecstasy that overtook her. She still refused to release her brother’s cock, tying her legs tightly around his hips. Buried deep within his sister’s most intimate recess, Stevie could feel his own flood-gates overloading and almost reaching bursting point. He forcibly withdrew his blood-stained tool from his sister’s confining pussy as it erupted furiously, spraying his gooey, sticky cream all over her face and body.

Their first sinful coupling consummated, brother and sister panted with exertion and exchanged gentle kisses, nibbles and caresses. Silky fingers skimmed over fevered flesh and explored no-longer-private crevices, the siblings watched with slow, simmering excitement as their mother and father climaxed with loud vulgarity and copious sprays of milky cum. Both children were fascinated at the way their mother greedily licked off their father’s cum from his shrinking cock and massaged the splatters of semen into her soft, white flesh. And it was not long before the aroused siblings were ready to fuck again, in synch with their parents’ second round.

The sweet sensations of his sister’s mouth on his penis brought Stephen back to the present. Through the steam and the spray of the shower, he saw the same glittering green eyes looking up at him but instead of the innocence, they reflected the dark hunger that he often saw in his own eyes.

Maria was now sitting in the tub beside Evelyn and both women were sharing Stephen’s cock, licking it and sucking each other’s tongues. Evelyn removed Maria’s bonds and made her assume the doggy position as she parted her heavy butt-cheeks, to allow entry to her brother’s tumescent prong into Maria’s ass-hole. His prick, which had been well lubricated by the mouthings of both his sister and his wife, plunged smoothly into his wife’s tight, brown anus. As he ass-fucked his wife, his sister thrust her smooth, shaved pussy into Maria’s face. In between mouthfuls of her sister-in-law’s succulent cunt juice, Maria asked Stephen to tell her about the first time that he had fucked his mother.

Stephen smiled – he had expected this question sooner. He slapped his wife’s generous buttocks hard as his cock furiously drilled her ass and he recalled the fateful day when he visited the Closet and fucked his mother.

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The Clan Ch. 09

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Chapter 9 – Daniel

Daniel stood with Bobby and waited for his mum. Like Bobby, Benny and Jeremy, he had decided to use Jeremy’s Plan B. Therefore Daniel was going to wait until he had been at uni for a week, before attempting to seduce his mother. As he stood with Bobby part of him wished he had decided on Plan A, so he wouldn’t have to wait that long. ‘Oh well’, he thought, ‘the decision has been made’. He smiled as he saw his mum’s car come into view. Of all the boys of The Clan, he had no doubt his mother had been giving him the signals for some time now. Maybe that’s why he decided on Plan B, because there was an element of ‘the chase’ involved. Whereas, if he were to just follow his mother’s signals, where as the thrill of the hunt? Besides, Plan A placed his mother as the initiator, and he wanted that role, so Plan B it was. Therefore, Daniel’s story like Jeremy and Benny before him begins some weeks after the end of camp.

When Daniel got home from uni his mother Julia was home as usual. Daniel and his mates had decided that Bobby’s mother would prove the most difficult to seduce and Daniel’s the easiest, which excited Daniel no end because he had fantasized about his mother for years. Julia was considered by all of his mates as the sexiest woman around, and he certainly thought so. As he walked through the back door to the house as usual, Julia called out to him to see how his day had been. Daniel had decided to be straight forward with his mother; he had a plan.

“I had a good day, what about yourself, what did you do?” Daniel asked his mother.

“I spent the whole day at home, doing housework, you know tidying your room,” Julia answered her son with a grin and he walked into the kitchen.

Julia was wearing her tight, light weight leggings and a tee-shirt — not the long type that would have covered her whole pelvic area and Daniel marveled at his mother’s sexy body.

“I hope you didn’t find those magazines,” he said in mock alarm.

“What magazines?” Julia asked her son with real suspicion. ‘Well,’ thought Daniel, ‘it’s now or never’.

“The ones with all the naked women in them who look like you,” Daniel replied with a smile of confident he didn’t feel inside.

He watched his mother intently for her reaction. Initially, Julia was a little shocked at her 18 year old son, but then flattered he thought this way about her. Julia felt her daring side rising within her.

“So they look like me do they, these naked women?” Julia asked her son.

“Yeah,” her son answered, pleased at her response, she hadn’t told him off at least.

“And how do you know they look like me?” Julia asked her son.

Daniel thought his mother would ask him this and he had rehearsed his answer, as much hung on it.

“I can imagine can’t I?” he asked his mother. Quick as a flash Julia came back with,

“Imagine what?”

“What you look like naked,” Daniel answered his mother. Julia studied her son for a few seconds and then asked,

“And what do you think I look like naked?” she waited for his response.

Daniel paused for a couple of seconds in an attempt not to seem too rehearsed.

“Beautiful, gorgeous,” was his reply, “or do you want details?”

“Of course I want details. Let’s see how accurate you are,” Julia told him as she cocked her eyebrow at her son, and Daniel wondered if he had gone too far, but it was too late to back out now.

“Ok, details,” he answered boldly.

“This should be good, what are my naked details?” Julia fired back, but there was a definite glint in her eye.

“Are you upset with me?” Daniel asked because he thought his mother was getting angry, and that could be very unpleasant.

“Maybe… why?” Julia wasn’t sure what she felt, but there was some something rising within her and she wasn’t sure what it was yet.

“Well some of the guys at camp were saying what great relationships they have with their mums, you know the ones like me — no dads,” Daniel fell back onto the agreed strategy of the four mates.

“And?” asked his mother, wondering where this was going now.

“Well, I don’t know, I thought you and me had a really good relationship, but they seem to think they have a better relationship with their mums… you know special. I want a relationship with you like they have with their mums.”

Daniel decided to let his mother think this over and said no more, but watched her expression.

Julia thought about what her son had just said. What type of relationship were his friends talking about? Could it be possible that these women she knew had that type of secret relationship with their sons, and it led her to wonder about her and Daniel? After some time thinking on this Julia asked her son with a more friendly tone,

“Do you think your friends have a special relationship with their mums?”

“They certainly made out as though they do, and they just grinned at each other like they were sharing some special secret,” Daniel continued the agreed line.

“Really,” güvenilir bahis replied his mother noncommittally.

“Yeah, and I felt, I don’t know, that maybe, well …”

“Spit it out Daniel,” Julia encouraged her son, “what did you think?”

“I love you and I felt like my mates have something more then we do, and I just want us to be real close because I need you,” Daniel blurted out in all honesty.

“So what does this have to do with the naked women in your magazines and me?” his mother asked in a more even voice connecting the dots.

Daniel thought he would come clean with his mother, at least to a degree. He gave his mother his best pensive look.

“I’ve imagined you naked for some time now and it excites me, you’re so beautiful and so cute, I can’t help it,” Daniel’s words tumbled out, nearly stumbling over each other.

Then he waited for his mother’s response, whatever it was.

“What did you imagine?” his mother asked him, curious as to how her son saw her; she was interested in what he had pictured — not angry or disgusted, but very curious.

“Ok, here it is then,” Daniel began, “your tits are beautiful with nipples just the right size as I see nipples,” he held up his had with a gap between forefinger and thumb of about an inch, “they respond to being touched lightly.”

Daniel watched his mother’s face for her reaction, and he could see that her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks reddened just a little. This gave Daniel confidence to be more graphic with his mother, because he saw the signs of excitement on her face. Julia knew she was becoming excited and acknowledged it to herself, but wondered at how her 18 year old son could have such an effect on her –she liked it and hoped he would go further in his description.

“Your tummy is lovely, not quite perfectly flat, thanks to me, but that only enhances your beauty. Then as my eyes follow down your tummy,” Daniel paused for effect and to read his mother’s reaction.

Julia’s breathing had increased in speed, but not from anger, but from excitement, her son could see it and Julia was savoring the feeling. She heard herself ask,

“Down my tummy to what?”

Daniels’ voice caught slightly in his throat from excitement as he was about to speak.

“Down to your magnificent pussy,” he said rather bluntly.

“And what do you imagine,” Julia asked her son, now mesmerized by his words of her nakedness.

“I imagine that your pussy, my mother’s pussy is clean shaven with a pair of beautiful outer lips and at the top of them a clit that wants to be licked.” Daniel watched his mother more intently now, and he could see her excitement only increase.

Julia looked at her son and thought that she had no idea her 18 year old son had imagined her in such detail, and she realized she liked him talking to her this way.

“Well,” said Daniel, “how accurate am I?” he asked.

“Ooh, big question isn’t it,” his mother replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Well,” Daniel asked again, “I’ve put it all out there, now what about you?” he asked.

His heart was in his mouth racing, as he felt a cold sweat beginning to rise. Julia thought for a moment and said,

“Pretty accurate.”

“Which part,” Daniel ventured.

How his mother felt aroused enough to tell her son, and she was so proud of how honest he had been with her,

“All of it, but especially my pussy,” Julia surprised herself that she was now so blunt with him.

“Wow!” was all Daniel could say.

He knew this was a pivotal moment for his mother and himself. They just looked at each other for a few seconds and then Daniel heard himself ask,

“I’ve often fantasized how gorgeous you’d look in your little panties. Will you show me how you look?”

“Come and have a look for yourself,” Julia answered without hesitation.

She wanted her son to pull down her tight leggings and look at her panties; she suddenly felt a thrill go through her body at the thought of it. Julia moved forward to stand directly in front of Daniel and waited for him to expose her panties for himself.

Daniel couldn’t believe his good fortune. He reached out both hands and caressed his mother’s hips, gripped the sides of her leggings, but before pulling them down fixed his eyes on her crotch, as her leggings were very tight and he could see to a fair degree, the shape of his mother’s pussy through them. Daniel slowly pulled his mother’s leggings down, slowly exposing her tummy and then the top of her panties. He kept pulling slowly to reveal little by little, his mother’s panties in full. They were skin coloured, very small and hugged her pussy, just the way he had always imagined. Every contour of Julia’s pussy could be seen through the thin material. Her pussy was clean shaven and although the lips were not very long her pussy was puffy and full, but he couldn’t see her clit at the top of her pussy lips.

“Do you like what you see,” Julia asked her son in a husky voice as he stared at her panties. türkçe bahis

She wanted her son to look at her, knowing he could see the shape of her pussy. Julia loved tight fitting panties, and she liked the way her pussy felt in them. She was quite overwhelmed by her reaction to her son’s attentions, and although she knew society said it was wrong, she had always done her own thing. No! This somehow felt right. Julia could feel she was wet, wet for her son — ‘could it be?’ she thought.

For all her heightened sexuality, Julia had been without a man since Daniel’s father walked out on them just over 13 years ago; she felt that men were not to be trusted. Yet, she had always felt that she could trust her son, with all her secrets and, but what of all her desires? She had many. They had been so tight as mother and son, and he had always been there for her. Yet, would Daniel go along with her fantasies, did he have his own? Obviously this was one of them, so maybe they could share each others.

“I love what I see, are you kidding? I’ve dreamed of this for so long, and you are so beautiful,” Daniel replied.

“Can I pull your panties down mum,” he asked looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Daniel I’d love you to pull mummy’s panties down, I want you to look at my pussy, I’d really like that,” Julia replied encouragingly and felt herself become even wetter, and she realized with a degree of honesty that she too had dreamt of her son taking her cloths off and ogling her body — especially her pussy.

She now wanted to hear Daniel ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ over her pussy. She wanted him to peek looks at her, especially up her dress or skirt. Julia was suddenly excited by the new sexual possibilities with him. She watched her son slowly pull her panties down, and the electric thrill that ran through her only confirmed her earlier decision to be with her own son.

With her panties around her legs, just below her pussy, Julia watched her son lovingly as he stared at his mother’s pussy.

“You know what society would say about this, not to mention the neighbours?” Julia asked her son.

“I don’t care if they think I shouldn’t look at your pussy, so I’m going to run my fingers up and down you now.” With that, Daniel did exactly that and his mother was so glad he did, as she had been wanting him to, and she suspected she wanted more. It felt so good for both of them.

“That’s it touch mummy’s pussy. Ooo yeah, up and down my pussy lips just like that,” Julia had been trying to look after herself, since long before her husband had walked out on them, with varying success, or so she told herself.

She used either her hand or a vibrator. Yet, this was just so much better. Julia reached down to her son’s hand as he caressed her pussy lips and gently guided him. She guided for pressure, pace, where and when to touch. Daniel was only too eager to learn from his mother, and he allowed her to guide his movements up and down her pussy lips, and then guide his fingers to the outer parts of her pussy as well.

“That’s it baby, touch mummy’s pussy. Mummy loves you and the way you touch her. Always touch mummy won’t you my darling son.”

“Always mum, always.”

Julia surprised even herself when she had said those words; what had gotten into her? She didn’t know, but she liked it — it just felt so right. Daniel kept gently caressing her pussy and Julia allowed him to continue solo. He began to increase the pressure and pace of his fingers, moving to her clit; for her part Julia reached out and pulled over a chair sitting slowly; not wanting to interrupt what her son was doing to her.

As any good gentleman, Daniel had taken his mother’s little panties and leggings all the way off. Now Julia sat back in the chair with her hips forward and her legs spread wide for her son. Daniel had increased the speed of his fingers on Julia’s clit to a level that brought his mother to the point of climax. It had been so long — if ever, and Julia climaxed more quickly then she thought she would.

Although it wasn’t the earth shattering experience the women’s magazines speak of, it was ‘yummy’ and satisfying all the same. Slumped in the kitchen chair, Julia stared at her son with love and sexual longing. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. His mother had actually squirted when she came, all over his hand. He knew she was his for sure now.

“Well, you are a quick learner, but what else can you do?” his mother asked.

Much to her surprise, Daniel pulled his shorts and boxers down to reveal his 6 inch dick, rock hard and wanting his mother’s pussy. Julia looked longingly at her son’s dick, as he gripped it and guided it to her pussy. Daniel completely understood his mother’s question needing no further invitation, and with confidence he rubbed the head of his dick up and down Julia’s pussy lips. So wet was his mother that his dick slid up and down easily on her pussy.

“Don’t tease you bad boy, just fuck your mother.”

With that, Julia took hold of her son’s dick for güvenilir bahis siteleri the first time in years, and pulled him into her waiting pussy. She then allowed Daniel to guide the head of his dick deeper into her, as her pussy easily swallowed his dick. Without much ceremony, Daniel pushed the full length of his dick all the way into his mother. Julia watched and began to pant and groan.

“Oh Daniel, baby, you feel so good in mummy’s pussy. Do you like it baby?” she asked her son without looking up from watching him, as he rhythmically thrust slowly in and out of her pussy.

A beautiful sight she thought, but felt Daniel was building to his climax. Although she knew he wouldn’t bring her to another orgasm, she also knew that there would be many, many years ahead were her son would make her cum time and again.

Daniel blew his load into his mother, not even worrying if she wanted him to cum inside her or not. For both the experience was a little anticlimactic, but with the knowledge Julia had of such matters, she took her son in her arms and whispered,

“It’s our start, the first, and I will teach you how to please me as I please you. I want you Daniel as much as I know you want me. So don’t worry, you will have me climbing the walls by tomorrow,” she assured him.

Daniel had tears in his eyes convinced he had failed his mother, because she had not reached another orgasm, thinking he had blown his one and only chance of seducing her. However, her words went a long way to dispel these thoughts.

Daniel disengaged himself from his mother’s arm, and feeling inadequate he hung his head and went to his room where he cleaned up. Minutes later after she had also cleaned up, Julia walked into her son’s room and sat next to her son on his bed.

“Daniel, I’m not dissatisfied, you just need practice, and I will be patient with you. All men need their women to teach them what they need. We’re all different, and so we need different things. You’re young and inexperienced, but that can be fixed. Now stop beating up on yourself.”

She kissed him softly on the lips, and Daniel had heard her love and commitment to him in her words. He took heart from what she had said. He looked down and realized for the first time she was wearing just her panties and no leggings, showing her pussy contours and Daniel felt himself hardening. Julia noticed too. Within seconds he was once again inside his mother’s pussy, as she lay on his bed and he was between her thighs pumping hard and fast.

Now Julia could feel herself being stimulated as she had not felt since Daniel’s father. Her son concentrated on doing the best job he could. Julia found herself taking hold of him and drawing him to her chest, but he kept up his pace and he could feel her body respond. Julia wrapped her legs around her son as she felt an old but wonderful feeling wash through her body. Daniel was bringing her to an orgasm with his dick, one of those very warm and satisfying ones again.

As Julia prepared for the ultimate pleasure, part of her mind acknowledged her son’s devotion to his task — to please her with no thought of himself. Julia had never loved her son more then she did at the moment her orgasm rocked her, and once again her pussy squirted her cum, but this time all over her son’s dick which was deep inside her hungry pussy. Julia held her son tightly to her.

Daniel was her man now, come hell or high water. Julia had always been Daniel’s girl, but now he felt complete. Unbeknown to him, Daniel had awaked something in his mother that had never awaken before, not even with his father. It was something Julia had felt from time to time over the years, but as it had never awoken completely she had dismissed its few distant rumblings. However, as Daniel rolled off Julia and they bathed in their after glow, she felt the rumbling begin and this time it rolled throughout her mind and body.

As it gripped her, Julia rolled to her son and he instinctively held her, as she sought him. Daniel could feel his mother shake in his arms. Julia looked into her son’s eyes, and he saw the hunger that had been awoken and his own eyes lit up with a hunger of his own, just as powerful, just as deep. They seemed to fly at each other with kisses to begin with; wild, passionate kisses, as if starving for each other. Then when this was no longer enough, Daniel was there for his mother; rock hard and eager.

Daniel slammed his dick into his mother’s pussy and they both gave voice to their need, and the pleasure they found in each other. He rammed into her with everything he had, and she thrust back with equal force. Daniel was fucking his mother with absolute abandonment now, and she loved it. She screamed her encouragement to her son, but he needed no encouragement, he was flying on auto-pilot.

“Oh Daniel, Daniel, yeah baby, fuck me hard, come on fuck me hard. That’s it, hard.” Julia was tossing her head from side to side and her hair flicked Daniel in the face, but there was no deterring him. Faster, harder and deeper he went into his mother’s pussy. The sounds of their raw love making was a mixture of groans of pure pleasure, with grunts of effort and that highly erotic sucking sound of dick flying in and out of a very, very, wet pussy.

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“How’d you like being tied up?” I pressed, Kate let out a deep breath;

“A liked it fine William, after my initial panic anyway. Letting you have yer way with meh like that, A had to find found trust with another, A’m not afraid anymore.” She raised my hand to her lips, kissing it softly;

“It’s Kind of empowering giving yourself to someone huh? Relinquishing all control, I don’t know about you but I like the submissive end of it more, I find it more intimate, more free in a way. I mean when you were humping my face and sitting on me I couldn’t breathe and almost passed out, I almost wanted to – well die by your hand, so to speak. Kate, it was that amazing. I wanted you to feel that – Kate sorry if I was a little rough on you”.

She turned and faced me, then looked fondly into my eyes;

“No need fer apologies, A loved it! What do ye mean die, that’s pretty extreme.”

I held her tight and kissed her ear then whispered;

“If given the choice, being smothered by your pussy, drowning in your cum would be a good way to go, don’t ye think?”

“A suppose, but A’m not finished with ye yet, maybe after A’m done A can dispose of ye, just like that ballerina bitch of yours.”

“Do I sense a bit of jealousy, Kate?”

“Aye, in a way, A mean, had A opened meh mind, A could ave found a mahn like ye, and mah life could’ve been mooch different. A certainly wouldn’t have thrown ye away joost to satisfy a sick need to feel superior. Now look at meh, a barren ole lady, well beyond my prime, alone in this disaster of a ‘ouse.”

I kissed her, and then held her head to my chest.

“Your still in your prime as far as I’m concerned Kate, you could keep up with the best of em, honestly you seem to have an instinct of how to please a man. Most women would’ve phoned the cops after what I put you through. You’re all woman and as for that dirty talk of yours, well I love it, I consider myself lucky to have met you.”

Kate looked up at me, and smiled;

“You’ve opened up my eyes William, A have to thank you, A’ve learned a lot about masell today.”

“Really, tell what have you learned?”

“A like it being tied up, for a start,” she laughed, but apparently ye knew that before A did.” She brushed my cheek, “An’ A love yer cock”;

“A’ve spent a lot of time trying to find sexual satisfaction, but nothing A could do to masell can compare with how A felt, with you – Having me all tied oop, admittedly I was a little afraid, boot; God when ye pushed yer boaby into meh, I swear could feel yer heart pumpin, the fear disappeared, an’ A almost fainted, boot it also felt nice, to feel not just accepted, but needed. William… A’ve never cum like that before, A mean it was so intense, how is it possible – to be that randy?”

I brushed her hair over her ear, I also digressed to beyond horny, I was still trying to figure out where my dominant demeanor came from.

“It doesn’t happen like all the time Kate, we’re just lucky I guess. That was a neat trick by the way, never seen that before, pushing out your vagina, it was like you were inside out – Damn me to hell, if it wasn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I usually go straight for the ass, but wow, your pussy is something else, and I could to play with it for hours.”

“Kate laughed, “Ya, well A have, which is why it is in such a raggedy state! It wasn’t off putting? A mean you really liked it? A was afraid ye, well you wouldn’t fuck me. To be blunt, A’ve seen other girls, and well I’ve read that men prefer it tight.”

“I used to think that until now, but you’re pussy is truly a wonder, I would fuck suck and pull on it forever if you let me, it’s insane, Kate, you’re a wonderful gal.”

Kate smirked looking slightly embarrassed;

“An having yer boaby pounding me inside, having no say in the matter, made me feel like a right whore. A liked it; A like being yer whore,”

She waved her hand in front of her face;

“Pour meh a whiskey William, now that mah hands have feeling back in them, we can play show and tell just as soon as A need get some wind back into me.

I grabbed the bottle and Kate went to her drawer and rummaged around them placed her pillow over whatever she took out, hiding it from me. I handed her the glass, she took a healthy swig.

“Don’t wear yourself out, we have time, all the time you need. I suggested, likely needing more time to recover than she;

“A’m a tad surprised ye didn’t dive straight into mah arse, William, was it too mooch for ye?”

Another candid question outta nowhere:

“A mean, after your story, about Shannon, A thought since ye waited so long…well A thought you would have paid it a little more mind. Don’t get me wrong, A was completely satisfied by how all turned out in the end.”

“That was a long time ago, and I wasn’t sure if you were ready for that kind of thing, or if I was ready for that matter.”

“Ye said ye like the act, the humiliation, boot whoot ye didn’t say was if you liked the taste.” Kate hardened her look;

“A’m bahis firmaları curious William, are ye afraid ye could be a jobby eater?”

I took a deep big gulp of scotch; Kate had taken an strategic shot directly across my bow, keeping me defensively off-balanced.

“I’m not really sure if I am, I mean, it was only the one time and I didn’t have much say in the matter. I looked up at her, it was forced on me, and I can’t really remember exactly what it tasted like.”

“So it you never went any farther, exploring what it tastes like, a mean ye never tried to find out.”

“No, I mean maybe I wanted to try; sometimes if I found a gal that would let me rim her, I would kind of get a taste, and would kinda wish… but…well you know, that conformity thing would get in the way, and let’s face it I doubt many gals are into that sort of thing.”

“Whoot about tasting yersell, have you ever considered that?” Kate prodded deeper;

I squirmed uncomfortably; the thought of it revolted me.

“What!” I stammered, Kate smiled, “I’ll take that as a yes…”

“No, God no!” I shook my head.

“Pity, is that, I suppose ye aren’t a jobby eater, ye just like to do anything to make yer love happy then, ye really don’t like it, ye joost like being forced, then right proud of yersel for sacrificing your dignity.” Kate turned away then added sarcastically;

“How noble of you.” She picked up her panties and ran her finger across the skid of feces.

“Ye say, you weren’t sure if A was ready, yet it didn’t stop you from shoving this in meh mouth, not so noble a have to say.

She was right,

“I’m sorry Kate; I got caught up in the moment…”

“Aye, ye did at that, not so submissive an’ all.” She laughed

“I never did that before, forced myself on someone like that, to be honest I’m pretty surprised myself.” Kate turned, her soiled panties spread in her hand;

“It’s Okay, to be fair A find it marvellously eclectic, A like the texture of it in my hands; A like weight of it, how it feels as it feels on meh skin, especially the smells an’ taste of it; sometimes good, sometimes foul, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, a different experience every time. The element of surprise makes it even more delicious.”

She tipped her tongue over the dark stain.

“I’m not ashamed to tell ye William, A love it, A play with it willingly, been at it fer years. Does that disgust ye?”

My cock started tweaking, hypocritically it did not repulse me, in fact it did the exact opposite, like the thought of lesbian sex vs. gay guy sex, and I was turned woman doing that, but revolted at the thought of me doing the same.

“On the contrary, I find it very provocative,” I admitted, suspecting that she was feeling me out.

“Aye, I suspected ye would. Ye know, to be a true shit lover, ye need to want it. Ye need to enjoy it willingly, and it always should leave you wanting more.”

I drained my glass, I kinda felt what she was getting at, and I was eager to let her know.

“I love what comes out of you Kate; your pussy had me pretty worked up and… I would love the chance to taste all of you; I would have taken that chance too. I just never seen… listen it…your pussy – well …it required my full attention,

“Ye love how I taste, ye like what A can do with my raggedy cunny, yet given the chance ye didn’t want to sample the mud on me arse, no A’m afraid there’s no hope fer ye.”

I knew she was only playing me, but in a way I felt I had been a little selfish in the sense that I was using her unique pussy to satisfy my own lustful curiosity, she wanted to hear the words she never heard before, she wanted me to tell her that I needed her.

“I think we have something special going, so special that don’t think words can describe, I want you as you’re are, and all you’re willing to give, I will go beyond words to show nothing I wouldn’t deny you; I mean that.”

“So yer willing to be obedient an’ devoted to me, is that it, joost like that any other girl you wanted, that’s what yer sayin’?”

“No not like that at all, I was thinking of more like a partnership master, slave, whatever we feel like being. It’s been pretty obvious we are capable of both, I lied you’re not just up there, you’re like no other woman I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, for the first time in years I trust and feel the need to get closer to you, in whatever capacity we see fit.”

Kate smiled;

“Any capacity an’ a partnership: Well A suppose that’s a start; maybe there’s hope fer this yet. Are ye willing to hurt me William, Physically, an’ if asked, that is.”

Wow, good question! I wasn’t a dominant at heart, and frankly the prospect of intentionally inflict pain on another didn’t provoke me in a positive way; but I knew she had a thing for it, and to be honest given the right level of passion so did I: On the receiving end anyway.

“I think I’ve shown you that already, pointing to the welt on her neck.

“Auggh a little nip her and there, that’s not kaçak iddaa whoot A mean, here let me tell ye somethin’,”

She moved into me close, making sure I took in all she was about to say;

“A’ve been alone a long time, soo to keep things interesting A may have gone farther than most, experimenting and trying out different things. Ever since A came out of child bearing age, A often wondered what it felt like to give birth to a child, A mean to have that huge thing slid from within ye and stretch you out to the point of unbearable pain, A like pain you see. So A did some research, ye know; woman huffin’, puffin, screaming while giving birth, well it, hmmm…let’s just say watching them got meh extremely wet. Some of meh girls would tell me how wonderful it was, the extreme pain, and then the unimaginable joy after all was done.”

I squirmed; Kate frowned at my noticeable discomfort.

“Would ye be willing to help me experience that kind of pain?

My stomach knotted, what was she asking me? She was way beyond fertile, so I had no clue how she wanted me to help her;

“I’m… hmm, not sure, what exactly do you want me to do?”

“I know what to do, and all you need do is to listen an’ give help when needed; here take a drink, you’ll need it. Now, that ye got me all riled oop, what do you suppose we can do with this?”Kate reached into the bed stand and pulled out a large rubber spade plug, about 6″ long and 4” thick at its base, and ran her hand over it;

“Hmm let me think, you like feeling stuffed so I suppose we can shove it into that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Aye, we could do that, boot A was thinking of something a bit more challenging, something that is difficult to do masell – Hmmm?”

“Ya right, I mean, look at the size of that thing.”

“Exactly, Mmmm,” she cooed, A have another plan fer mah cunny, she pulled a stainless steel stylus it was about 10″ long pencil shaped with a blunt tapered point;

“Do ye know what’s this is then,” I took the utensil in my hand;

“It’s used to measure hole diameters, it’s a hole gauge. Oh c’mon – I’ve seen what this is for, you are not sticking that up your…if that’s what you’re thinking, God no.” I shook my head, “forget that!”

“Where’s ma brave Highlander now?” It’s what A want, an’ trust me A know what A’m doing; well sorta,” she chuckled;

“A hae worked hard getting my cunny in this state, so A can put it to good use.” Kate shot me a devilish smile; “Right, enough tell; now it’s time fer show. With you here, I want to share this with ye, more than anything in the world, A’m asking ye to help. So what do ye say big man, want to play? Want to play with yer clatty hoor – for meh

An open jawed nod was all I could manage; she seemed so confidently unscrupulous that I now wanted to obey her, she was one in a million and I felt incredibly lucky being under her spell.

“First we need to slick this up, here William take this, handing me the plug, A need to get comfortable”.

Kate piled up 2 large pillows on the bed and placed her cheek onto them lifting her wide ass up toward me, she placed a hand between her legs and motioned me to hand her the plug, she opened her hairy flaps with one hand and took the plug with the other, then ran it up and down along her open slot. She spun it around and stuck the tip into her slowly and easily slipping it in;

“Hmmm, I like how big it feels. Here William you push it in all the way fer me, I slowly shoved the mass completely into her stretched vagina;

“Hmmm, guid; push it all the way in, that’s right, Mmmm.” Kate backed into the plug until only its base was left outside.

“Now we need to grease me up.” She pushed her face into her panties and spread her ass cheeks wide open, you want it don’t yet? you want yer hoors dirty ass? A know how dirty it is William, in fact A’m tasting it richt now, Mmmm.”

I ran my nose gently up and down the hairs of her ass, taking in the smell of the encrusted feces, her hole vented out like a hen laying and egg, then back in and out, Kate was drawing me into her I grabbed her cheeks and spread her wider, then righted up and started tugging at her clit.

“Guid boy, clean me oop now, get it good and greased.”

I lightly licked at her taint; it tasted of her piss and cum mostly, getting me quickly in the mood to rim her. Testing the waters I tipped my tongue lightly onto her anus, and then lightly lapped over and between the folds of her pucker, sampling the bitter muskiness. My tongue circled around her hole where some softer dirt was concentrated; flicking it lightly over her hole and into my wanting mouth, her earthy taste intensified. An alluring sweet aftertaste followed which lulled me into digging for more.

“Mmmm, is it dirty, William? Ye crave it now don’t ya, lick it, that’s it, give it to meh, sooch a faithful dug, Oh ya; right there, ooh ya, now stick your tongue right in baby, there may be more.”

I could only answer with a groan as my tongue was busy spreading her senescent scat around kaçak bahis my mouth. I spat onto her hole and slicked up my index finger, then ran it around hole to loosen it up. It easily slipped it in to the first knuckle. I added more saliva and circled her sphincter until it loosened and I could get my finger right in, I probed the soft wall if her rectum it was empty but snug, soft and moist. I pressed down towards her vagina now feeling the plug pushing against the membrane between.

“Mmmm aye, A like you up my arse”, Kate began fucking my finger as I probed around trying to dig deeper into her, I pulled out my finger replacing it with my tongue, awkwardly trying working it into her loosening ring, Kate groaned and pushed the plug out of her wet pussy, then pulled away and flipped onto her back.

“Take a breath William,” she breathed lifting her legs up and back fumbling for the plug. She grabbed it by the base, shoving its tip to her anus, her ring stretched as her increase pressure, and with a scream Kate slipped it into her ass in one slow and continuously painful stroke.

“OH Fuck!” She yelped, her legs weakened and she steadied them by grabbing the back of her thighs, panting through her pain.

The gaped expanse of her pussy was so inviting, I couldn’t help but stick my face into her, I licked at her from the base of the plug through the heat of her hole and up the shaft of her clit and down over and over, my face and beard wetting before Kate’s legs flopped down onto the bed, too tired to hold them up.

“Yer gonna have to keep them up for meh.” I ignored her, wanting more to suck on her clit, and began suckling on it like a newborn craving its first meal. Kate spread her knees apart allowing me to feast awhile then pushed my head away from her steamy gash.

“Hold up now ye randy dug,” she hissed, adjusting her hips forward and pinching her clit.

“Now just watch and listen,” she grabbed the stylus and handed it to me then plunging her hand into her gaping hole, her wrist rolling her small hand easily in and out between her puffy lips. She lifted her legs and squirmed forward, then plopped them down somewhat annoyed.

“Lift them” she demanded, her hand still sloshing around her loosening hole, put them over yer shoulders!”

I lifted her legs up, using my shoulders to support her calves, Kate’s knees separated and spread as wide as they would go;

“Joost watch meh play William, watch me play with masell, I want ye to watch,” she panted,

I marvelled at her crotch as she continued fisting herself, then she pulled it out and hooked her hands into her hole pulling her lips apart, her clit rose as she grunted pushing the spongy knob within between her fingers. She gently pulled on it and manipulated to the point that she could get hold of it and squeezed the glistening mass until it blocked the entrance between her lips completely, a small hole appeared and she started rolling a finger around and around until a thick viscous fluid seeped out.

Kate grunting and breathless, seemed to be struggling with the task, she was panting heavily now, her anus twitching around the plug as she pushed harder and harder, her cervical bulb was over an inch outside of her now, she began working its small entrance with her pinky, then passed me the rod.

“Slick it oop – stick it into the hole…slowly now,” she breathed;

I was a little dumfounded not knowing exactly what to do, I picked up the stylus and wet it with my mouth then look up at her quizzically.

“Slowly then,” she assured me squeezing the ball between her fingers, “In here.”

I stuck the tip into the hole, it barely worked in, Kate hips bucked but her grip remained firm,

“Owww…Fuck” she screamed…”Fuck ya…go more” I pushed it in further and Kate yelp out again, it was about a half of an inch in her now, and Kate was almost hyperventilating, I backed away leaving the stick lodged into the bright red blush peaking out of her wrecked cunt.

“I’m done Kate, I spat, I’m not doing this, fuck that…this is FUCKED”,

Her face covered in sweat, Kate cracked a weak smile then took matters into her own hands, with a final groan the bulb extended and she pushed the stick in further.

“Aaiyyeee, she screamed her feet clamped around my neck;

“Holy Fuck! AHHH FUCK!”

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep her from piercing herself any further;

“That’s enough now, you’re freaking me out!”

Kate breathed out a laugh, then defiantly began pistoning the stylus in an out from under my hand, her breathing steadied, her red face relaxed;

“It’s really quite dangerous yeh know, yeh cannae go too far.” She shoved it in deeper, its tip was now in a good inch or so…

“A saw one girl actually getting a mahn’s cock head in hers” Kate breathed:

“Foock A’d love to do that, but he was a tad smaller than ye Ooooh, Ooooh ya…Mmmm.” The pen moved in and out of the flaring hole with short slow strokes, she seemed to be enjoying it now so I was feeling a little more relaxed and as she continued to abuse herself. I couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling, her moans of pain became that of pleasure, and for the first time in a while my cock began to swell. I just had to ask;

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The Camping Trip Ch. 03

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I had a crack at the editing on this one myself. I don’t have any university degrees on story editing like some of the people on this site, but if you don’t think the punctuation and grammar is up to scratch, go wright your own story 😉

Have fun all!

*****

Time might as well have frozen.

There they were, inside the tent with Haley still impaled on her brothers cock who had just unleashed his cum deep into his sisters bowels.

Problem is they hadn’t been quiet about it seeing as they were relying on the rain outside to drown out any loud noises they’d been making.

Not to mention the fact that their parents had been busy making love in their own tent.

Fact is, the twins where simply too entranced in their own activities to notice the rain had stopped.

Nor were they paying enough attention to notice the subtle noises that was their mum and dad emerging from their sleeping quarters to investigate the suspect noises, murmuring to each other things like “Surely not…” and “There has to be some other explanation…”.

Now the shadow of a hand was threatening to unveil what the pair had been up to, not to mention what was surely to be a rather uncomfortable conversation to follow, to say the least.

There was no time.

No time or CHANCE to run away seeing as there was only one entrance/exit.

No time to de mount from each other.

Not even time to cover up as the fly to the tent flew open revealing the compromising position they were in. Caught red handed wearing nothing but their own scared expressions as their mother peered inside with their father close behind her.

They stared at the two for barely a second before realizing what had come to pass. Helen released her hold on the tent door, letting it droop limply downwards just managing to hide the scene once again from their eyes.

Richard reacted the worst.

“God they are…” he said, his suspicion being confirmed. “Our children are fucking SCREWING each other,”

Richard was trying his best to keep calm, managing only to keep his voice low enough so as not to arise any suspicion from other patrons of the caravan park as he struggled to come to the terms with the situation.

“Here I was actually thinking we’d done a good job!” said their father now pacing. “Where the hell did we go wrong??”

Helen was simply lost for words, remaining quiet as her husband fumed beside her.

“Fuck it. I need to go for a walk to process all this,”

He grabbed a fresh bottle of tequila from their stash of alcohol before storming off.

No one uttered even a breath for many moments after Richard had vanished in anger until Helen eventually broke the silence.

“I think…” she started gathering herself. “I think you two should get some clothes on for starters, and get out of that tent,”

Alex and Haley heard this as they stared into each other’s eyes, both equally horrified.

Haley, whose eyes where now starting to well up, slowly lifted herself up off Alex letting his seed drip out of her ass onto his chest in thick gobs.

The two hastily cleaned themselves up before getting dressed and slowly emerged from the tent one by one.

It was still dark out as they looked around for their mother before hearing another log hit the fire, making it begin to glow brighter from behind the car.

They took the hint and walked towards the camp fire holding their shoulders shamefully low as they approached.

Helen ordered them to sit down and they obeyed.

“Guys, I don’t even know where to begin,” Their mum said. “I mean you’re related for God’s sake! When did this all start?”

“Only since last night when I had to use Alex’s tent, I swear!” Haley answered.

“Goodness… This wouldn’t have even happened if we hadn’t taken you two camping would it have??” Helen said. “It was the alcohol wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know mum,” Alex said looking down. “She needed somewhere dry to sleep and it was cold, so I let her into the sleeping bag with me. We woke up in the middle of the night and I was… Kind of wedged between her.”

Helen just nodded her head in silence as she guzzled some water down in an attempt to sober up

to deal with the situation with a clear head.

“I’ve just never felt a penis before mum!” Haley said. “One thing just led to another, we didn’t mean for this to happen!”

“Your father will never be able to cope with this. He won’t understand,” Helen said as if talking to herself.

“You mean… You’re ok with it??” Haley said in astonishment.

“GOSH no!” Helen answered, “Do you two even REALIZE how wrong this is?? You can’t just go and screw whoever you want, there are rules! And boundaries!”

“Sorry mum,” the twins said together.

Nobody spoke for a while. They all just stared into the camp fire busy consuming the fresh log which had recently been added to it. Thoughts were going through their heads at a million miles an hour.

Finally Helen broke the silence.

“Do bahis firmaları you two remember my sister Shaz?”

“As in aunty Sharron?” answered Haley.

The twins had only met her once at a family reunion held years ago at a local family pub close to their home. They didn’t really speak to her, and nor did their mother.

“Yeah her,” Helen answered. “I figure seeing as what’s happened tonight, and in the interest of full disclosure I should probably tell you two this…”

The twins perked up a bit. It looked to them as if their mother seemed much less angry now, more concerned than anything.

“Well long ago back when we were kids, before I had even met your father, Shaz and I were quite close. We always got into all sorts of mischief, but once in a while usually late at night after my mum and dad had gone to bed, we would sometimes sneak into each other’s rooms,” she started. “We used this as a private time to speak about boys we liked, away from the prying eyes and ears of our parents. Turns out neither of us where experienced… as in SEXUALY experienced with the opposite sex. So to say we were always nervous around guys we liked would be an understatement,”

She then took a long breath.

“This ONE night we were talking what it might be like to kiss a particularly handsome young man at school who went by the name of Richard. After a lot of giggling and what not, she confided in me that she TOO had the hots for someone at school. She wouldn’t tell me for a while but eventually I got something out of her. It was a girl she was lusting after… A GIRL!” Helen exclaimed. “She refused to give me a name so we ended up in a fight. Didn’t so much as speak to each other for WEEKS untill this one day I came home early from tennis practice. Mum and Dad where still at work but I knew Shaz would be home somewhere so I took it as an opportunity to maybe make a mends with her,”

Helen stopped talking now and looked at her children as if still deciding whether or not to continue with the story.

“I could hear the shower running as I came inside. Now she and I weren’t exactly nudists, but seeing each other naked certainly wasn’t awkward for us seeing as we shared a room for a time before our parents could afford a bigger home for us all. So I walked into the bathroom hoping to confront her in a spot she wouldn’t be able to run away in an attempt to continue avoiding me. Turns out I got a bit more than I bargained for…” she said as she paused yet again.

“She was masturbating under the water. And not just a bit, she was really going at it! Again this isn’t the first time either of us had been caught in the act. Like I said, we were close. Problem was with what she was saying… I actually heard her murmuring my name!”

Helen looked around at the twins reactions. They were basically engrossed in the story, probably still slightly high from before.

“Now I was freaked out. Seriously, I had never viewed a girl in that light before let alone my sister of all people. But for reasons unknown to myself at the time, I stayed. I even sneaked over to the toilet to sit down and get a better view!” Helen stopped again as she noticed Haley’s mouth was wide open at this comment.

“You’re a lesbian??” She asked her mother.

“NO, No. GOD no… Well I hadn’t been with ANYONE at that point, be it a man OR a woman, so I suppose I didn’t actually HAVE a confirmed sexual preference technically. Either way however, I was getting turned on by the sight… My hand had actually drifted to my crotch as if it had a mind of its own… I don’t know what came over me, but after a while I couldn’t take it anymore. I stripped off and joined her in the shower.”

Helen was now telling the story as if she where reminiscing rather than speaking to her own children, getting lost in the moment as she spoke her mind.

“She was so surprised to see me. She actually had her eyes closed up until the point I was fully undressed and opening the shower door. She wasn’t angry but, the startled look turned to lust almost instantly as she grabbed me and pulled me into the water. Her hands where everywhere… On my back, through my hair… Caressing my breasts. And we were kissing! Full blown pash it was, with tongue and everything! At that point neither one of us knew what we were doing, it was if we were just on autopilot, just giving in to the moment… Before I even knew what was happening, she had pushed one of her fingers into my vagina. God I was wet, so fucking horny all of a sudden. No one other than myself had ever touched down there. It felt so good! She was playing with my clit as I kissed her.”

Helen was now biting her bottom lip and had begun to breathe heavily. Words were just spewing out of her mouth, as if she had no control of the content. She’d never told anyone of this. It felt good to get it off her chest, not even her own husband knew about her incestuous behaviour.

She hadn’t re-visited the memory in years, yet it felt as if it was all happening kaçak iddaa again in her head. She was able to recount even the smallest details of the event and it was making her horny as hell!

“Suddenly Shaz pushed me out of the shower and backed me onto the toilet. Before I knew it, she was buried in my pussy. Her tongue felt like magic! I had never in my young life experienced a feeling quite like it. Not that even SHE knew what she was doing having been the first girl she’d ever tasted. By the time she seemed to be getting the hang of it we had mostly dried off so I wanted a turn too,” Helen said now completely lost in the story.

“Before long we were rolling around in bed like a pair of wild animals. I pushed her down this time and got my first taste of a girls pussy. Fuck it turned me on! I was in my own world just exploring her folds when I realized she was still licking me. We had managed to wrestle ourselves into the sixty nine position. I felt a finger enter me, then shortly afterwards another one joined in!”

The twins where getting lost in their mothers story too, they both now just sat there and stared into space with their mouths hanging slightly ajar when Alex broke his trance to take in his mother’s features subconsciously.

She was always a head turner in her younger years with a tight slender body to die for. Nowadays wasn’t much of a change surprisingly enough. Being 38 she still kept herself in shape, and due to her small frame she would forever look younger than she actually was if it wasn’t for her conservative style of clothing choices.

Tonight however, she was sitting there in a short lacy black dress. So short in fact that Alex noticed he could just see the matching lacy black panties she was wearing.

Then it clicked in his head. She was wearing lingerie!

Apparently in their haste to go investigate the odd noises coming from their children’s tent, Helen hadn’t noticed she forgot to change into something more appropriate.

As Alex had glanced to his mother’s underwear he noticed something moving. Until now the movement had been hidden by the constant moving light and shadows the fire was casting over her but he looked closer and realized she had dipped a hand under her panties and was slowly rubbing herself off as she recounted the sex story to them!

This made Alex’s cock twitch as he noticed he was already hard just listening to it.

Helen was busy describing her experimental advances on her first pussy when Alex decided he needed to make his sister aware of what their mother was doing.

He turned to Haley with the intention of nudging her but stopped himself.

She TOO was in a similar situation, with her hand buried in the front of her pyjama pants gently playing with herself, except apparently she had noticed what her mum was up to already! Her eyes fixated on Helens pussy.

Alex turned back around now feeling so hard it hurt. He decided to join in with the rest of them and discreetly reached into his boxers to grab his penis and begun rubbing it slowly.

“I of course had no clue what I was doing either, but I don’t think it would have mattered either way… We were both horny as hell a light wind could have sent us over the edge,” Helen said giggling to herself. “Somewhere between me jamming my fingers inside of her clumsily and her nibbling on my clit we both managed to reach a climax at the same time. I could feel her shuddering as she moaned through her orgasm. To her credit, she managed to continue licking me as I started cumming into her mouth. Her wetness was just dripping into me. It tasted amazing!” Helen then stopped abruptly.

At first she glanced at the twins and noticed what they were doing as her eyes widened. Then she became aware of her own hand, having apparently given in to her arousal long ago without her knowledge. Unsure where to go from there, she allowed her hand which seemed to have a mind of its own at this point to continue its rubbing of her clit beneath her panties.

Now there was a drunken sounding voice approaching the camp site.

It was their father returning from his angered walk with a close to empty bottle of tequila loosely hanging from one of his hands as he stumbled towards the tents muttering to himself.

He didn’t notice the rest of his family behind the car at the camp fire as he struggled to open his tent. “I can’t believe this…” He muttered drunkenly, “Fucking kids… what do I do now? HELEN?” Richard had clambered inside the tent now realizing his wife wasn’t there.

He spun around to get back out then lurched forward suddenly just letting the top half of his body leave the tent when he threw up onto the ground.

After he emptied his stomach onto the grass he looked around. Realizing the sheer amount of liquor he had consumed in such a short time, he slumped back inside the tent now doubting his ability to search for Helen, let alone have any kind of useful conversation with her.

The twins and their mother where looking in the direction kaçak bahis Richard was, not being able to see clearly what was happening, but they could hear it.

After the tent zipped up, Alex and Haley rent to resume pleasuring themselves when they looked up and noticed Helen was now staring at them.

For what seemed like an eternity everyone just stared at each other, completely at a loss of words. They were all just openly masturbating around the fire and everybody was now aware of it.

No one seemed angry, just speechless.

Helen was staring into Haley’s eyes when a noise broke their trance.

It was the sound of Richard, snoring loudly having taken only moments to pass out into a deep state of sleep.

They all started giggling quietly.

Whether they were all still a bit high from before, or they just simply needed something to break the tension, fact is the sound of Richard snoring worked a treat.

Although it didn’t do anything for the high state of arousal everyone was currently in.

“I can’t believe I just told you all that,” Helen said.

“I can’t believe you started playing with yourself!” Haley giggled.

“What, and you two can talk??” she answered.

Everyone’s hands had now moved from their underwear. However, the head of Alex’s penis was jutting out the top of his pants still rock hard.

“My, what a big dick you have there!” Helen said playfully, “Looks like you’ve inherited your fathers good fortune… GOD what am I doing??”

Everyone laughed again. Somehow what should have been an intensely awkward situation was playing out to be strangely casual. Must be the drugs they all thought.

“I’m so sorry guys, your father and I didn’t end up… Ahh… Shall we say, finishing.” Helen started. “Not that it’s any excuse, but I think it’s left me in a state,”

“Well I’m not complaining,” Alex laughed, “Two beautiful women playing with themselves while one of them tells a sexy story! Hey I’m only human right?

“I guess your right Alex. Doesn’t make it any less wrong though,” Helen told him.

“I think that’s the problem though mum,” Haley started, “It just seems to make it that much more exciting! How come you told us all that anyway?”

“I don’t really know… I suppose I was trying to say I can see how you could ACCIDENTILY head down that road,” she said. “Problem is though, I don’t talk to Shaz anymore,”

“Really? Sounded to me like she wanted it more than you did!” Said Alex.

“Well yes,” she giggled “But that wasn’t the problem. You see I met your father the very next day. We instantly connected and pretty much didn’t leave each other’s sight from then on. It made it next to impossible to talk to my sister about that night. Weeks passed until eventually it became too awkward to bring it up out of the blue,”

“So you two just never talked again?” asked Haley.

“Not exactly. I mean we chatted every so often, but we were just both too immature at the time it all happened. Neither of us knew how to bring it up, much less what to about it,” she answered. “We slowly drifted apart as siblings until I eventually moved out with your father after we were expelled from school only weeks apart,”

“That really is a pity… Is that why you told us then? Because you’re worried Alex and I would drift apart like you did?” asked Haley.

“Yeah pretty much… Although I didn’t exactly plan on going into THAT much detail about it,” Helen said sheepishly.

“Well don’t worry mum,” said Alex “Haley and I won’t do that. I mean we ARE talking about it all now really, aren’t we?”

“You don’t understand but! This can never go further. You’re related! It’s not as if you can get married!”

“I think we’re both intelligent enough to figure that one out,” Haley started. “Still doesn’t make it any less fun!”

Helen just sat there, not sure what to say next.

“Answer me these two questions mum… One; did you enjoy yourself with YOUR sister?” Alex started. “And two; if things had been different, would you have tried to seduce her again?”

Haley nodded in agreeance, surprised at Alex’s forwardness. “Yeah there’s some good questions! Answer truthfully too, though I think we all know the answer to the first one…”

“OK, ok I DID enjoy what Shaz and I did. I suppose I never really let myself admit just how much I liked it until just now. You know I’ve never told anyone that before? Not even your dad!”

“You’re avoiding the last question,” Alex said with a grin on his face.

Helen looked to her children now seeing them in a different light. As much as she tried to fight it, she had become extremely horny now continuing to talk about her and her sister’s activities. She couldn’t get the image of her naked body out of her head, pictures of her supple breasts and pink vagina now flowing freely into her mind.

“If I had my time again…” Helen said as she thought about her next words carefully, trying her hardest to be an adult.

“Yes… and?” said Haley.

“If I had my time again…” Helen repeated. “I would have probably invited her into my bed every spare night I had… In fact I probably would have tried to convince Richard to get in on that action,”

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Merhaba dostlar size şimdiye kadar kimsenin yazamadığı gerçek bir sikiş hikayesi yazacağım bunu okuduğunuz zaman yerinizden duramayacaksınız yeni evli  bayanın kocası askere gitmişti ve kadın  bana kalmıştı işte size bunu anlatacağım iyi okumalar.
Bunun için senenin  on bir ayını onunla geçiriyordum.
iki göz odalı bahçe içinde bir evdi babaannemin evi.
Bahçemizde incir, kaysı, yenidünya ağaçlarından küçücük evimiz adeta ağaçların arasında kaybolmuştu.
Yaz gelince babaannem köye giderdi.
Kışlık erzaklarımızı temin için… Ben de evimize bekçilik yapardım.
Bahçeyi sulardım.
Evi temizlerdim.
Kısacası evin her işini ben yapardım.
Bir gün sabahın erken saatlerinde ben uykuda iken kapı çalındı.
Uykulu bir vaziyette kapıya gittim ve açtım.
Karşımda bir kadın Zeynep Hala bulunmaz mı bulunmaz.
Köye gitti.
—Ya… Sen torunusun, değil mi? — Evet… Bana senden bahsetmişti.
çok fazla zeki olduğunu, çok aşırı ta çalışkan olduğunu anlatmıştı.
-Hııııı… – içeri girebilir miyim? -Tabi abla buyur… içeri girdi.
Yatağımın ucuna oturdu.
Bana öyle bir bakışı vardı ki utancımdan gözlerimi kaçırıyordum ondan.
O ise ısrarla bakıyordu.
Gülerek: -Ne o, benden sıkıldın mı? Yüzüme dahi bakmıyorsun.
-bulunmaz Abla ne sıkılması? -O süre senden bir ricam olacak.
– Buyur Abla… – üç aydır kocam askerde… Benim okumam yazmam da bulunmamakta.
Ona name yazdıracak birini arıyordum.
Zeynep Hala “benim torun yazar” demişti.
Onun için geldim.
Yazarsın değil mi Canım? -Tabi yazarım abla… O süre ceketinin cebinden katlanmış bir kağıt ve zarf çıkardı.
Bana uzattı.
-Al… Kağıt ve zarfı aldım.
-Bu da kalem… Onu da aldım.
Göz göze geldik.
çok fazla güzel ve sevimli bir yüzü vardı.
düz biçimde kaşlar, simsiyah bir çift göz.
Parlak bir ten.
.
çok aşırı hoştu… Başımı eğdim.
-Başlayalım mı? Dedi.
-Evet.
Ben söyleyeceğim sen yazacaksın.
Tamam.
Nasıl başlasam? Hah, Canım Kocacığım… Seni çok özledim.
3 aydır yalnızım.
Sen gittiğinden bu güne tadım tuzum kalmadı.
Arada bir annemlere gidiyorum.
lakin orada da tat bulamıyor, tekrar eve dönüyorum.
Duvarlar üstüme yıkılacak gibi… Ne vardı sanki evliliğimiz bir ayı doldurmadan askere gidecek.
Sana doyamadan, sana sarılamadan, tadını çıkaramadan gitmenin ne olduğunu bir ben bilirim.
gece olunca erkenden yatağa giriyorum.
Porno izle.
Seninle geçirdiğimiz birkaç geceyi düşünerek….
Avuçluyorum.
Göğüslerimi okşuyorum.
Senin maltepe escort anlayacağın kendi kendimi tatmin ediyorum… Yazıyorsun değil mi? Evet… Utancımdan ne yapacağımı bilemiyordum.
Terlemeye başladım.
Devam et o zaman… -Tamam abla… Canım, erkeksizlik çok zor hele sevişmenin tadını aldıktan sonra daha da zor geliyor insana… izine gelmeni dört gözle bekliyorum.
Beni yine bagırta bağırta sikmeni istiyorum.
Senin içime girmeni dört gözle bekliyorum.
mektup böyle sözlerle yazıldı.
Ben ne yapacağımı, ne diyeceğimi bilemeden o ne derse yazıyordum.
Nihayet selamlarla bitirdi mektubu,Nasıl iyi oldu m.
? Hadi bir oku da dinleyeyim.
Bakalım doğru yazmış mısın? -fakat abla… Bırak abla demeyi… hadi oku! Utana sıkıla okudum mektubu.
Sırılsıklam olmuştum.
Arada bir iç geçiriyordu.
Offf… offffffff … Ne zormuş asker karısı olmak.
Sen bunun ne demek olduğunu bilemezsin.
Benim bu gibi bir kadının sikilmek isteğini anlayamazsın.
Başım önümde yanıt veremedim.
Mektubu uzattım.
-kırmızı Abla… -Zarfı da yazsana… Zarfın üzerine küçük bir kağıda yazılı adresi de yazdım.
Kağıt elindeydi.
Katladı.
Unuttum.
Dedi ve elini eteğinin altına soktu.
öbür eliyle de mektubu amına sürdü.
Bana uzattı.
Mektubun altına şu söyleyeceğimi de yazıver.
-Canım bu kağıdı amıma surdum.
Kokusu sana ulaşsın diye… şimdilik bununla idare edersin.
Mektubu benden alıp dudaklarına götürdü.
öptü.
al ruj sürmüştü.
Dudak izi mektuba çıkmıştı.
Katladı.
Zarfa yerleştirdi.
Tükürükleyip yapıştırdı.
Ayağa kalktı.
-Ben gideyim artık.
Sana teşekkür ederim canım.
Başucuma dikildi.
Ben başım önümde yatağın kenarında oturuyordum.
Eğildi Yanağıma bir öpücük kondurduktan sonra: Bunları Zeynep Halama söyleme ha! Aramızda kalacak, tamam mı? -Tamam Abla! Ablan yesin seni! Boynuma sarıldı.
Ben kaçmaya çalıştım lakin olmadı.
Dudaklarıma yumuldu.
iki eliyle de başımı tutmuştu.
Bir süre öptükten sonra… -“Bu sana teşekkür öpücüğü” diyerek bir kahkaha attı.
-“Her yazdığın mektupta sana bu ödülü vereceğim.
kafi ki Zeynep Hala’ya söyleme!” çıkarken saçlarımı okşadı.
Ve gitti.
Ben kalakalmıştım.
şaşkın ve ürkek bir halde kapıya koştum.
Arkasından baktım.
çok aşırı güzel bir vücudu olduğunu ilk kez fark ettim.
Dönüp bana baktı.
içeri kaçtım.
Aradan kaç gün geçtiğini hatırlamıyorum.
gene bir sabah kapı çaldı.
Yataktan kalktık.
Kapıyı açtım.
O gelmişti.
-Merhaba delikanlı… O adi adam olmuşsun sen ya… pendik escort genç erkek bir delikanlıymışsın farkına varamamışım.
-Sağol abla… – mektup yazdırmaya geldim.
fakat bu defa öyle şeyler yazmayacağım.
Eşimden name geldi.
Benim yüzümden komutan azarlamış onu… -tabi abla aşırı ayıp şeyler yazdırdın sen de… Bu cümleyi nasıl söylediğime şaşırmış olacak ki.
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– Niye o süre söylemedin peki… -Neyse boş ver.
Hadi geçelim de mektubumu yazıver.
-Tamam abla… – Halama söylemedin değil mi? – Söylemedim.
-aferin sana ağzın sıkıymış… Bu hoşuma gitti.
al kağıdı kalemi başla… Mektubu yazmak için sedirin bir ucuna ben başka ucuna o oturdu.
O söyledi ben yazdım.
Arada bir kahkaha atıyor ve bana sarılıyordu.
Nihayet mektup bitti.
-Sağol canım… -Bir şey değil abla.
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-şimdi sıra sana mükafat vermeye geldi.
Bir hamlede ayağa kalktı.
Kapıyı kilitledi.
Bana döndü.
-Bu kez ödülün büyük olacak.
Sana tatmadığın şeyleri tattıracağım, çok fazla sevinecek ve mesut olacaksın.
Dedi ve saçlarımı okşamaya başlanıyor.
-Abla ben daha çocuğum.
Bu işlerden anlamam.
Ne olur yapma! -Göreceğiz bakalım anlıyor musun, anlamıyor musun? Diyerek üzerime atladı.
Sedire yatırdı.
şaşkın ve ne yapacağımı bilemiyordum.
O ise beni öpüyordu.
Ben karşılık vermeye utanıyordum.
üzerimde pijamam vardı.
Bir hamlede pijamamın altını çıkardı.
Donu da çekti.
Ben bırakmamaya çalıştım lakin nafile… O aşırı güçlüydü.
Galip gelmişti.
Sikimi avuçladı.
-O utancından küçülmüş lan sikin… Bak şimdi nasıl büyüyecek.
Nasıl büyüteceğim onu.
Okşuyordu sikimi.
Sonra eğildi ağzına aldı.
Ben altınad kalmıştım.
poposu bana dönük üstümde oturuyordu.
Eğilmiş sikimi yalıyordu.
Baş örtülü gözümü açtığımda götünü gördüm.
çok aşırı güzeldi.
Yusyuvarlak.
Götünün deliği ve am deliği kılsızdı.
Tertemiz.
-bağırdı… Yala götümü amımı… Hadi durmasana çocuk.
-ama abla… Yala diyorum sana… Bak nasıl hoşuna gidecek.
Götünü ağzıma getirmiştir.
-Yala, dilinle… Hadi durma! -Abla yapma… – hadi diyorum.
Ağzıma doğru bastırdı.
Dudaklarıma değdi.
içim bir garip olmuştu.
O bastırıyor, bir yandan da sikimi okşuyor, yalıyordu.
çaresizlik içinde dilimi çıkardım.
Amının içine giriverdi.
O anda “ohhhhhhhhh, yala yala çocuk.
Götümü de yala…ohhhhhhh” deyip duruyordu.
Sikimin kalkmaya başladığını hissettim.
-Kalkıyor, kalkıyor.
bravo sana… Demek çocuk değil erkekmişsin.
Ohhhhhhhhhh Yalamaya devam ediyordu.
kartal escort Ben de amını götünü yalıyordum.
Sikim tam kalkmış olacak ki… yalamayı bıraktı ve bana yüzünü döndü.
göğüsleri dimdikti.
Aşağı doğru kayarak beni doğrulttu.
-hadi memelerimi yala, ısır, okşa,sık… Hadicanım.
Ohhhhhhh.
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daha katı sık…ısır… ohhhhhhhhhhhhh daha sert…daha sert… ben kendimi onun komutlarına bırakmıştım.
Yalıyor, sıkıyor, ısırıyordum.
O, naralar atar gibi – Aferin… ısır…ısır… uçlarını somur… O ne derse ben onu yapıyordum.
O kendinden geçmiş…” daha katı daha ser… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Bir ara sikimde bir sıcaklık hissettim.
Ben de ohhhhhhhhhhh … diye inlyordum.
OO üstümde hopluyor.
– Sik beni… hadi daha hızlı daha sert sik.
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Diyor ve üzerimde inip kalkıyordu.
-Küçük erkeğim benim… Sik beni… Parçala amımı.
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O sikin de bayağı büyükmüş ha… Benim heriften iyi sikiyorsun… Sik dediğin böyle olmalı… Taze yaraklım benim.
katı sikine kurban olsun ablan… Daha hızlı …daha hızlı… “offfffffff….
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ohhh….
ahhhhhhhhhhh…” diyrek üzerime yığıldı.
Ben de kasılıyordum.
Sikimi çıkardı amından.
Eline aldı.
Somurmaya başlanmıştır.
Fışkıran döllerin bir kısmı ağzından taşıyordu.
Bir yönünü yutuyordu… -Ohhh…aaahhhhhhhhh….
öldüm bittim…Erkeğim benim… çok güzel siktin be… aferin sana… Kolumdan yakalyıp yatağa fırlattı beniYanıma da kendi uzandı.
Başım memelerini içinde taraf yana yatıyorduk.
-Nasıl, hoşuna gitti mi? -çok fazla.
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-Daha bitmedi dur bakalım… sana tüm lezzetleri tattıracağım daha… -lakin abla.
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Ne ablası sersem… Bulmuşsun benim bunun gibi güzel karıyı, bir de naz ediyorsun.
Biraz dinlen.
Sonra da beni götümden sikeceksin… Ne? -Ne o şaşırdın mı? -Ama Aması maması yoktur bunun… Kocam askerden gelene kadar yarağa doyuracaksın beni… Hem amımı, hem götümü.
Yapma Abla ne olur…Ben götünden sikemem.
-Niye lan… Sikin kalkıyor, kazık benzeri oluyor.
Bal bunun gibi sikersin! Götüm emrinde… Kahkaha atarak sikime yapıştı…Somuruyordu.
Ben kıvranıyordum.
Bir yandan da göğüslerini okşuyordum.
Yine kalkmıştı sikim.
Hadi bakalım.
al şu kremi sür götüme, yarağına… Kremi dediği bunun gibi sürdüm.
önce parmağını sokacaksın yavaş yavaş… Sonra da yarağını… Hadi… Domaldı.
Ben de yavaşça parmaklamaya başladım.
Parmağım götünün içindeydi.
-iki parmağını sok şimdi.
Ohhhhhhhh… Erkeğim benim… sok… daha hızlı… Off… parçala götümü… Sok… Tamam… hadi şimdi yarağını daya… sok… yavaş yavaş ama.
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Sikin götünün derinliklerinde kaybolduğunda o hala bağırıyordu.
Daha hızlı… Daha hızlı…off… öldürdün beni, Küçük erkeğim benim.
Ben götünde gidip gelirken kasıldım ve götünün içine boşalırken ahhhhhhhhhh….
Ohhhhhhhhh diyen bendim.
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