Muse of Queens

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I’m not going to lie, writing professionally is a tough career choice. How you eat in the next month depends entirely on how well your next book sells. People think it’s tough living from paycheck to paycheck, living from book to book is even worse.

I didn’t start into writing in order to make money, I wrote because I loved to write. I was a fresh, young mind who thought he could change the world with the words he could put on paper. Unfortunately, that dwindled, and now, I’m spent. I have no ideas, no more brilliant thoughts or interesting plot twists. My book proposals have practically become kindling for my agent’s fireplace. I made no money, therefore, he made no money.

It’s even worse when you’re first novel is a breakaway hit. When it sits on the New York Times bestseller list for months at a time, you know you’ve stumbled on to something big. And I thought it was huge. I had the Porsche, the loft in the city, I made appearances every where, I was the center of attention. But, as Warhol promised, I only got 15 minutes. My second novel flopped, big time. So did my third, and my fourth. Now, I sit here in my apartment, throwing darts at a picture of J.K. Rowling. That sell out of a bitch.

I needed to recharge my batteries. I was only 26, and my life was going down the drain. I would be completely washed out if I couldn’t sell another book. I dropped out of college to start my writing life, so I had nowhere to go. If I could just get back that enthusiasm, that spark, those flashes of brilliance that force the readers to turn pages.

My life long friend saw that I was in distress. He, unlike my dumb butt, actually finished college. He was now a Sociology teacher at the local community college. He liked what he did, and that was all that mattered. I, too, liked what I did, but it didn’t get me anywhere. One night, after his night class, he took me out for a drink at the local pub.

“Jeremy, you need to get yourself out of this. Have you even considered another line of work?” he asked.

“Mike, it’s not about work, or keeping myself busy. I feel that I was born to write, so that is exactly what I am going to do.”

“Buddy, admit it, you need the cash. Your accounts are dwindling, you live in a dump, and you look like hell.”

He was right, I did look like shit. I had a two day growth on my face, my clothes were a crumpled mess, my hair was wildly out of control. I needed help. I used to look great. Six foot even, lean build that was always complemented by some fancy suit. My clean shaven face always showed my stone-like features and sharp cut jaw, and I had always had a well-oiled hairdo that forced my eyes to shine their brilliant blues.

“What am I going to do? I have nothing anymore. Every day, I sit with pen in hand, and nothing happens.” I was starting to leak tears now, and the alcohol wasn’t helping.

“Maybe that is your problem, just sitting there. You need to get out some, observe what’s happening, see what people like, and then write what you see. And most of all, maybe you should get laid.” Again, he was right. I had to get out more, get back in touch with the same people that threw me out of the loop.

Mike helped me back to my apartment, as I was too drunk to even see straight. I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it seemed like the most beautiful morning I had ever seen.

In the same clothes I had fallen asleep in, I took to the streets of New York. I had always lived around the Queens area, so I felt very comfortable in the areas that the tourists wouldn’t dream of coming too. I tried to take it all in. The sights and the sounds. The smells of the fish docks, reeking of the days catch. The wet-slapping sounds of fish hitting crates of crushed ice. People yelling ataşehir escort bayan at each other, doing their jobs, swinging their knives. To anyone else it would have seemed chaotic. But to the true New Yorker, it was clockwork, as it would in any other hour.

I kept walking, past the docks and into the city. People were everywhere on the sidewalks, trying to sell the unsuspecting passer-by the fake Rolex or pair of Oakleys. But it was behind these people, behind the green-grocer stands and the guy selling news papers, it was behind them, that I saw her.

I don’t know what drew me to her, I don’t know why I saw her face amongst the sea of people in the markets. It had to be her hair, clearly surpassing mine in manners of sloppiness. Perhaps it was her denim cutoffs that hugged her petite figure so perfectly. Or her makeup that has been put on over and over again, with out removing the original layer. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the fact that she was the only one who seemed alone.

I was alone, as well was everyone else in the square, no one had any relation to anyone else. But this woman, this girl, seemed to be isolated, as if she was being avoided. She could have killed me, she could have taken my worthless wallet and squatted in my apartment after she stabbed me in the alley ways. She could have been the most dangerous woman in the city, but I still approached her.

“Hi, I’m Jeremy” I said, hoping for the best of this potentially disastrous situation.

“Well, Jeremy. I suppose you’re looking for a good time? It’ll be fifty for an hour, take it or leave it.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say to this, it took me completely off guard. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, I’m not looking for sex from you?”

“Then what do you want?”

“I don’t know really, maybe we should go for a walk, try and figure out why I came to you. What do you say?”

“You’re not going to kidnap me or anything, are you?”

This woman was delusional, and obviously not from around these parts. It’s almost as if she felt, scared. Little girl in the big city. “No. No kidnapping, no raping, no prostitution. I just want to walk and talk.”

“Ok, It’s starting to get a little dull around here anyway. By the way, my name’s Belle.” She stuck out her hand for a shake.

“Belle, isn’t that French for beautiful?” I shook her hand and watched as her eyes lit up entirely. It was as if I was the only person in the entire span of her life that had ever bothered to offer her a compliment. For the rest of the day, she seemed to take on a significantly happier persona.

We walked forever, we had no destination, no where to be. I was still out looking for ideas, getting back in touch with people. Nearly half the day was spent, and I had not felt anything new. The floodgates of inspiration had yet to pour back on me. Belle talked about how she came to be a New Yorker. She was originally from small town Iowa, and came to the city in hopes of making it big as a dancer. Broadway dancing fell through and she had to pay rent through working at a local exotic bar. From the tone in her voice, it didn’t sound like she was very proud of any of her actions or decisions. I really felt bad for her. I wished that I could help her.

Eventually, it became dark. I may be a native of these parts, but not even I wanted to be on the streets this late at night. Belle offered to take me up to her place, just somewhere to stay until the streets were a little less gang-ridden.

Her apartment was not much better than my own. Bare bulb essentials, little furniture, a refrigerator that made more noise than what it was worth. She offered me some tea, and I graciously accepted. Sitting in the kitchen, I watched her put escort kadıöy water on to boil.

She was sexy, in an odd kind of way. Her denim shorts hugged her hips so perfectly, her legs were a perfect kind of pale. The same hue in her skin went all the way up to her face. Her thin hands appeared heavenly soft as they reached up to remove some strands of hair that had fallen into her face. Her hair, was remarkable. A dark black and a complete mess. I wasn’t sure what it was about this woman, she just seemed so incredible.

And she had caught me staring. “What?” she asked. I looked dumbstruck for a few moments, and then responded, “Oh, I was just thinking how Belle really must mean beautiful.” Again, she got that look in her eyes as her heart melted. She walked across the kitchen, I stood up. We locked into a warm embrace, she started to cry into my shoulder, and then she asked, “Why are you so kind to me?”

“I don’t know” , I said as I comforted her. We stood like that for quite some time. Then she looked up into my eyes, and we kissed a kiss of passion and fire. The floodgates had opened. I ran my hands up her back, and grasped on to her head, holding her face close to mine as our kiss went deeper and deeper. Our tongues were intertwined in a fury, as if they were worms fighting for the same ground.

She broke the kiss, and took a step back. With her eyes on mine, she unzipped the front of her jacket and took it off. She stood in front of me, her pale breasts upheld by a red, lace bra. Without either one of us saying a word, I followed her to her bedroom. This room matched the rest of the house; dim, and sparsely furnished. An old, king sized mattress lay on the floor in the middle of the room. She lay down on it, propped up on her elbows, facing me with a “come hither” look in her eyes.

I couldn’t resist. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it to the side. I moved forward and held her head as I kissed her again. My other hand snaked around to the middle of her back and deftly unhooked her bra. It fell limply forward and Belle removed her arms from the shoulder straps. Her nipples were hard and perfect against her pasty skin. The dark areolas contrasting so well against her white bosom. My hand moved up and grasped her left breast, giving it a good squeeze as I continued to kiss her. My lips made their way down her neck as my fingers began to pinch her nipples, making them even harder. My journey went further south as I took her left nipple in my mouth, and her right in my hand. Belle was now moaning and writhing in a lustful sweat.

“Oh, god, Jeremy. That feels fabulous. It’s been so long, oh, my god” she gasped in between her shortening breaths. I kissed my way down her chest and over her navel. My hands undid the button and zipper of her shorts as my tongue worked in and around her very cute and distinguished navel. She lifted her hips towards my face as I pulled her shorts towards her ankles. My mind flipped as I saw that she was completely bare. No panties, no hair. Nothing. The only thing that had kept me away from her sex for the day was one meddlesome piece of fabric.

I dived in for it. I wrapped her clitoris in my tongue as she practically leaped of the bed in pleasure. I worked my tongue around her pussy as a painter works a brush around the paints. Or better yet, as a writer moves words around the page. Her moans were near orgasmic now, she was having a difficult time remaining still. In my pants, my penis was growing with the anticipation of what could be the greatest sex ever. Belle was grasping my hair as my smooth tongue worked its way deeper and deeper into her pussy. I made a mad flutter and flick with my appendage and she jumped. One hand held her lips apart, my other hand was tickling the outside maltepe escort of her anus. Working it slowly inwards. Eventually, it became too much for Belle, she arched her back, thrusting her beautiful pussy into my face, screaming in her orgasmic wave of pleasure. After a moment, she calmed back down, and regained a steady breath.

“Oh, shit. Jeremy, I haven’t cum that hard in such a long time.” She wasted no time in returning the favor. I stood up at the foot of the bed, and she crawled across towards my aching hard-on in my pants. She ran her hand over it as it was still inside my pants. Belle undid the zipper and button, the weight of my belt pulled my pants to the floor. My boxer shorts tented out as the hard, seven inch pole held them outright. Belle pulled those down next, causing my cock to spring out even further, slapping her in the bottom of the chin. She giggled as she brought my member into her hands and stroked the shaft up and down for a moment. Her tongue snaked out and flicked around my urethra and the head of my dick. I thought I was in heaven. The way she moved her tongue around my dick was amazing. It only got better when she closed her lips around the head and started to suck her cheeks in. I thought I could have come right then and there, but I held out.

She worked her mouth down my shaft, lubricating even more of my cock in her saliva. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn’t want to do it in her mouth. I pulled her head of off my cock, and shoved her back on the bed. I lifted her legs up and bent them back to her shoulder, leaving her pussy and her anus completely exposed, ready for a thrashing. I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy, coating my dick in the juices that were practically running down into her ass.

I went for it. One thrust, all the way into the hit. She gasped in, and held it. I waited for a moment to let both of us get used to the feeling. Her pussy was so warm, moist, and incredibly tight. I began to fuck her, moving my dick back and forth across her pussy lips, making her moan and grunt with pleasure at each and every thrust. Her hand made her way to her clit, and she began to rub in furiously as I fucked her. Both of our bodies moved together, her breasts swayed with our motions. Our breath became short and interrupted between our moans of delight. I felt her come, I felt her pussy walls flex around my cock as she again screamed in ecstasy.

“I’m going to come soon”, I said

“Tell me when”, she responded.

I pumped for a few more minutes, sending her practically into oblivion. “Here I go”, she pulled off of me, grabbed my dick, and started to pump it with her hands. Streams of milky whiteness flew from the end of my cock and landed on her. On her face, her breasts, her stomach. I felt as if I came in gallons, but saw that it was much less. I was spent, and collapsed at her side. I watched her as she picked up dallops of my jism and licked them off of her long, slender fingers. She collapsed next to me, and within a few short minutes, we were both sound asleep.

The next morning, I couldn’t explain what happened. I woke up in her bed. But she wasn’t there. I got up, and looked around. Her closets were bare, as where her cabinets. What little furniture she had was gone as well. Except for the refrigerator, it still sat there, making all the noise it could. On the counter next to the refrigerator sat a stack of books, I moved forward to investigate them further, and discovered that they were my books. My novels that I had written, all four of them were there. The successful first to the horrendous fourth.

Then, it came. The ideas, the brilliance, the perspective. It all came rushing back to me.

My next book came out then next month. It was a hit, noted as the best come back novel ever. It was about a girl whose dreams were spoiled and crushed by the weight of the big city. I made millions off of that book, more than any other author of that time. I feel I owe it all to Belle, even though I have never seen her since that one night.

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The Political Widow

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“No man is regular in his attendance at the House of Commons until he is married.”
– Benjamin Disraeli

*

Tatiana Aitkin found that digging her vegetable patch had three advantages: First, it kept her trim and healthy and saved paying gym fees; second, it provided fresh vegetables and saved money at the green grocers; third, since it required little intellectual effort it gave her time to philosophise on the chances and changes of life.

On this warm sunny Friday afternoon she was ruminating on marriage. She had been in this honorable estate for twenty years and so felt she was something of an expert on the subject.

Specifically she was mentally rephrasing some aspects of the marriage vows. This had arisen from remembering an old saying she had heard when a teenager, “The cure for love is marriage.”

Did she still love Anthony after all these years? Did Anthony love her? It was hard to tell because they saw so little of each other. The only time they were together a lot was during the elections for the State Parliament when Anthony Aitkin MHR was trying to get re-elected to the House of Reps. Then she and their son Jason had to parade in front of voters with Anthony, smiling and waving, just to show what a happy united family they were.

“What a load of bullshit,” Tatiana thought. I hasten to point out that “bullshit” was not a word Tatiana ever spoke aloud; it was reserved for her private thoughts and was used in connection with politics.

She plunged the fork into the soil, and that gave rise to another thought, although the connection was somewhat obscure. When had Anthony last plunged his penis into her vagina? Try as she might, she couldn’t recall.

There should be some changes made in the marriage vows she decided. For example the vow concerning life long faithfulness should be retained, but with an added rider that would read something like, “Unless the husband or wife becomes a politician, in which case the other partner should be allowed to take a lover without prejudicing the marriage.”

She considered this for a moment. It was odd, but a lot of the politicians had lovers, often other politicians, while their wives or husbands languished at home un-fucked (another word she never spoke out loud).

“An incestuous lot those politicians, perhaps they should be left to breed among themselves.”

She immediately changed her mind because such an arrangement would probably be the ruination of democracy since their offspring would probably also be politicians.

A political elite would be established. Her Plato was a bit rusty, but hadn’t he suggested some such arrangement?

She gave up that line of thought and began to consider whether or not Anthony had a lover. Was his failure to engage in penile penetration of her vagina because he was sowing his seed elsewhere?

Of course she had considered this possibility many times before but had never come to any firm conclusion. He was hardly ever at home, and seemed to consider home as a haven he could resort to occasionally, but even then he spent most of his time in his study reading parliamentary papers, or so he said.

If only she knew for sure whether or not Anthony had his penis in another woman’s vagina she would feel justified in securing a penis for herself.

She gave a little laugh as a mental image of Anthony arose in which he was screwing another MHR, Minnie Stone. Fat, hairy faced with a deep masculine voice, nevertheless there had been rumours that Minnie had been a naughty girl with one of the front benchers.

She dug the fork in again and as she lifted the soil she watched the worms wriggling and wondered about their breeding habits.

“Now supposing, just supposing, I did decide to take a lover,” she thought, “who would it be?”

Of course there was Alec Hardacre next door; he’d been wanting to get into her knickers for a long time and had hinted none too subtly about “A fulfilling relationship.”

“No,” she thought, “not Alec, he’s too old and his penis has been in too many vaginas. I want someone fresh, someone potent and yet inexperienced whom I could teach.”

But who?

The trouble was that the electorate didn’t like politician’s wives who strayed from the path of virtue. Of course they knew it happened but as long as it didn’t get into the media they pretended not to know it happened.

“And that’s another thing,” Tatiana thought, “politicians’ wives and husbands are almost as much under media scrutiny as the politicians.” It was as if they knew that the wife or husband didn’t get a regular supply of bedtime frolics and were waiting to pounce the moment the frustrated spouse strayed.

Tatiana dug furiously for several minutes, trying to shake off her thoughts, but without success. Her main achievement, apart from some dug over soil, was to work up a sweat.

It was a warm day and she was wearing shorts and a shirt. Since she was not on public view she decided to remove her shirt. Underneath she was wearing what seemed to be a cross between an ordinary bra and a red ataşehir escort bayan bikini top.

She chuckled, thinking, “The media really loves to get pictures of politicians wives dressed like this.” She imagined the caption that would go with a picture of her dressed like this.

“Titillating Tatiana Teases,” or “Politician’s Wife Shows What She’s Got,” or something like that.

Tatiana placed her hands over her breasts and thought, “Well, I’ve got something to unveil if I chose to.” This I have to admit is true. Tatiana has many female physical assets and not least are her breasts. I have no direct evidence as to their actual size, but at a guess, 34C. They were not exactly upturned with up pointing nipples, but they had retained their elasticity. She was of the opinion that her work in the garden helped her to retain some of her youthful shape.

Relishing the air now flowing over her body she stuck the fork in the ground and raised her arms to allow it briefly to cool her armpits. Now what would the media do with that?

“Tatiana Shows She’s a Woman of Uplift”? Well, something like that.

She returned to her delving trying to change the direction of her thoughts. She tried to focus on why cabbages seemed so hard to grow, and unable to deal with this she considered the meaning of the universe, but she ended up still mulling over the idea of a lover. Someone out of the public eye, someone young and virile, someone…someone she could bring to her house without arousing suspicion.

She considered assignations in hotel and motel rooms, but there is always the danger of running into someone who knows you; his house perhaps, that was a possibility but supposing her car was seen outside his house too often? The alternative was not to go there too often, but what was the use of that, the whole point of taking a lover was to get regularly serviced by him.

It all seemed too difficult and perhaps it was better to tread the path of sexual virtue after all, even if it was stony and scattered with thorns, especially for a sex deprived libidinous woman. No, she would have to work off her sexual frustrations by vigorous digging.

* * * * * * * *

Half and hour later she’d had enough, the sun was too hot and even in her half naked state she was sweating again. She plunged the fork into the earth, took off her gardening gloves and made her way towards the house. She was half way there when she met Jason coming to meet her.

“Thought I find you in the garden,” he grinned.

“Hello Jason,” Tatiana said as she kissed him, “what are you doing home early?”

“I was languishing for my mother and so I thought I’d skip the lecture and come home.”

“Liar,” Tatiana laughed as she slapped him playfully on the cheek, “what really happened?”

The lecturer was sick, terminal in-growing toe nails, or something, so the lecture was cancelled. I thought about working in the library, but decided to come home instead and bask in your radiance. Damned hot isn’t it?

“Yes,” Tatiana replied, looking at the thermometer hanging on the wall of the house,

“Thirty nine degrees.”

“And you been working out in this heat, you must be mad.”

Tatiana didn’t respond to that but said, “I need a shower.”

“Could do with one myself,” Jason replied, trying to ease his shirt that was sticking to his back.

“Me first because I said it first,” Tatiana said.

“Okay,” Jason laughed, want me to come and scrub your back.”

“No, but you could come and talk to me, I need someone to talk with.”

“Ah,” Jason said perceptively, “father not been home lately.”

“You know he hasn’t,” Tatiana said, “but it makes no difference when he is, he doesn’t talk to me, he only grunts.”

“I know what you mean, when I try to talk to him about my course he doesn’t even hear.”

“Typical,” Tatiana replied with a shrug. “Come and tell me instead.”

“While you’re showering?”

“Why not, you can’t see anything through the opaque glass, and I don’t suppose it would matter if you could. I mean I’ve seen you in your swimming things at the beach and you’ve seen my in my bikini and that’s almost as good as being naked.”

“It is a bit different mother,” Jason laughed.

“Yes…yes I suppose it is, but I’ll make sure you don’t have to look at my exposed body,” Tatiana replied, echoing his laugh.

Things were managed with sufficient decorum, Tatiana getting into the shower still dressed and then handing her things to Jason. Jason stripped down to his underpants and sat on a stool awaiting his turn. The shower glass wasn’t quite as opaque as Tatiana seemed to think and Jason enjoyed a pleasant if slightly fuzzy view of his naked mother. Not for the first time he decided she was definitely very sexy.

He had often envied his father’s access to her body, and at times Jason had fantasised that Tatiana was not his mother; she was someone he had met and they’d fallen in love and became lovers. The age factor didn’t bother Jason because he thought that an older escort kadıöy woman would be more sexually giving.

His thoughts had given him an erection, but his mother contemplation was interrupted when she called out, “Well tell me then.”

“Tell you want?”

“About you’re course…your studies, you’ve said you’ve wanted to talk to your father about it but he doesn’t listen, so tell me.”

“Ah, well,” Jason said, “we’re studying existential philosophy at the moment and I thought dad would…”

“Your father wouldn’t know anything about that,” Tatiana said above the hiss of the shower, “Now I did study existential philosophy when I was at university so why didn’t you come to me in the first place?”

“I didn’t know you’d studied philosophy,” Jason said.

“No of course you didn’t; you’re like most men, they think their mothers are stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Jason protested.

“All right then, let’s talk philosophy.”

There now ensued ten minutes of philosophical discussion which can often be entertaining because you never reach any conclusions in philosophy. As someone has written, philosophers are like flies in a bottle, bashing themselves against the glass trying to break out, and failing to see that the neck of the bottle is open.

When Tatiana finished Jason handed her a towel that she wrapped round herself before stepping out of the shower.

Jason stepped in and then handed her his underpants. Tatiana sat on the stool drying her hair and it was her turn to enjoy a view of Jason.

Reverting to her earlier thoughts in the garden she thought, “Wouldn’t be nice if I could find a young man like Jason to be my lover.” Recently she’d been thinking like that a lot, telling herself it was a pity Jason was her son. There was the age difference, but then there would be the pleasure of teaching him the art of sexual love.

Through the glass screen she could dimly see his erection. Yes, someone just like Jason who would…”Jason, what do you think about adultery?”

Because of the hiss of the shower Jason misheard her, “What…adulthood…what about…?”

“No…no, adultery, you know, when a man and a woman…”

“I know what adultery is mother, what do you want me to say?”

“It isn’t what I want you to say, I want to know what you think about it.”

“Well, I haven’t thought about it very much.”

“Then think about it now,” Tatiana said loudly.

“I…er…well…it depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“There’s a lot of it goes on.”

“I know there’s a lot of it goes on, but what do you think about it?”

“It depends on the situation.”

“You’re avoiding the question Jason,” Tatiana said impatiently.

“Yes, I know I am because I don’t know what to say…you’re not committing adultery, are you?”

“No, but I’m likely to commit murder any moment if I don’t get an answer from you.”

With sudden resolution Jason said, “All right; if one or both partners aren’t getting sexual satisfaction with each other, then I suppose adultery is the next best thing.”

“You mean, it’s justified?”

“Yes, I suppose so; take for example you and dad, suppose…just suppose you weren’t getting any…you know, with him, you could get divorced but the electorate…

“Sod the electorate,” Tatiana said.

“What?”

“Nothing…nothing…just carry on.”

“The electorate don’t like their representatives to get divorced and if you did his career would be ruined, so you stay with him, living in the same house, and you take a lover.”

“Very neat,” Tatiana muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Tatiana yelled, her voice seeming to be amplified because Jason had turned the shower off.

“Give me a towel,” he said.

Tatiana handed him a towel and he stepped out of the shower with it wrapped round his midriff, but it didn’t hide the protuberance jutting out in the region of his groin.

“Yes,” Tatiana thought, “someone just like Jason; a pity I’m his mother. Are you going out tonight Jason?”

“No, I thought I’d stay in and watch television.”

“Let’s do something nice, darling,” Tatiana said eagerly.

“Like what?”

“Let’s go out somewhere to dinner, I haven’t been out to dinner for ages.”

“Where, the Peacock Feather?”

“No, that’s where your father takes me — or he used to take me – he thinks it’s a good place for us to be seen together.”

“Yes, you remember, you dragged me along a few times.”

“Not me darling, your father, he said it made it look as if he stood for solid family values.”

Jason raised his eyebrows and asked, “Where is he this weekend?”

“He’s off to some party conference, or that’s what they call it. It’s really just an excuse for a booze up. I want to go somewhere where I won’t be recognised.”

“I know,” Jason said enthusiastically, “just the place.”

“Where?”

“Aha,” Jason teased, “you wait and see. Leave it all to me, I’ll make a booking.”

He began to leave the room but turned at the door, maltepe escort “You’ll be paying, won’t you?” he asked anxiously.

Tatiana sighed, “Who else.”

“Make your self look beautiful,” Jason grinned and left.

“And you put on some decent clothes for a change,” Tatiana yelled after him.

* * * * * * * *

As Jason said, Tatiana had “done him proud.” She was wearing a red muslin dress that seemed to enhance her garden inspired tan, and it appeared to cling to the contours of her body, and gave a teasing hint of cleavage. She usually wore her hair pulled back and tied at the back of her head. Tonight she had let it flow free an she seemed to look out from behind a mass of curls and waves that flowed down either side of her face to splatter over her shoulders.

You look lovely mother,” Jason has said, and she had replied, “Humph, and you look at least decent.”

Jason’s choice of venue proved to be a place called “The Tankard and Parson,” a pub that had recently upgraded itself to cater for people who had money to spend. It had the advantage of being more than twenty kilometres outside the electorate, so there was less chance of Tatiana being recognised. Recognition would have been made even more difficult because of the dim lighting.

They were swept to the table Jason had booked by an evening suit clad waiter, who pulled out Tatiana’s chair and tucked it in after her. There was a red candle on the table which the waiter lit, and a single red rose in a slender glass vase.

Tatiana was about to thank Jason for such a nice arrangement, but she remembered she was paying, so she said nothing.

Wine was ordered and menus scanned. They ordered Hollandaise soup with roast duck with new potatoes and vegetables to follow. They finished with Belgian pancakes.

When Tatiana saw the bill she thought what she usually thought on such occasions, “With my vegetables I could have made this meal for a tenth of what they’re charging.”

During the meal they had consumed a bottle of red wine and were in that convivial state that precedes actual drunkenness. It has been said that a little alcohol can elicit a lot of truth, and this was the state Tatiana and Jason had arrived at.

During the drive home Tatiana’s head was resting on Jason’s shoulder and she appeared to be dozing. On arriving home they decided that it was too early to go to bed, so they made their way to the lounge.

Tatiana kicked off her shoes and curling up on the divan she said, “Let’s have a brandy darling.”

Jason poured two brandies and as he gave Tatiana hers she sat up and patted the place beside her. They sat in silence for a while as the brandy nudged them further towards inebriation.

Apparently apropos of nothing in particular Jason said, “About adultery…”

“What about it?”

“Well I’ve been thinking…”

“Really, is it painful?”

Jason ignored her interruption and went on, “You aren’t having an affair, are you?”

“I told you before, no, but if things don’t change I might.”

“Why?”

“Do I have to spell it out Jason; try working it out for yourself.”

“Do you mean dad doesn’t…doesn’t…”

“That’s right, he doesn’t and hasn’t for a long time.”

“Oh.”

“Would you blame me if I did have a lover?”

“No, I don’t think so, but I wouldn’t like it.”

“Why wouldn’t you like it?”

“I’m not really sure, but I suppose it’s because you’re my mother and you expect…you think of your mother as…”

“Being above that sort of thing?”

“Yes, and besides, you’re not like a lot of women…I mean, being married to dad and…well…like we’ve said, appearances have to be kept up.”

“That’s just it Jason,” Tatiana said vehemently there are times when I get sick of the whole thing.”

“What whole thing?”

“Hardly ever seeing your father, and when he is here he’s in his study doing something with parliamentary papers, or so he says; having to attend party meetings and rallies to be shown off to the crowd; having to organise the women’s’ fund raising group; having to be nice to people I don’t like because it might mean a few extra votes for your father; being dragged along by your father as an decorative adjunct — you’ve had to put up with that yourself; and having to listen to his lies when he tells them what he’s going to do for them if he gets elected; and having to count myself lucky if I get a kiss as he hurries off to some engagement. Does that answer your question?”

“But mum, that’s life in politics, and I always thought you enjoyed it.”

“I did to begin with, but now in public I have to wear enjoyment like a Greek actor’s mask; and what do I get out of it?”

“I suppose some status — public recognition,” Jason replied.

“Public recognition!” Tatiana exclaimed, “at times it’s like living in a fish bowl with everybody watching every movement of your flippers. That, my dear Jason, is why I shall probably never have an affair; it’d be all over the place in no time.”

The tears came as Tatiana went on, “It wouldn’t be so bad if when you father is here he showed some real interest in me. I didn’t get married to be a celibate nun or a political widow; I need something Jason — I need some emotional satisfaction. Will you hug me Jason, I haven’t been hugged for a long time?”

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The Phone Call That Day

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If you liked this story and want to hear more about my sister and I please let me know. I appreciate feedback good or bad because I want to improve as a writer. Thanks everyone, and I hope you enjoy…..

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Ok this is the first time anything happened between my sister and I. She had just turned 18 and I’m older than her. One time we were home alone and the phone rang. We both ran for the phone in our parents room. We both dove across the bed but I got to it first and picked it up. It was for me, but she was still laying on top of me. We were kind of diagonally on the bed with our feet near one corner and the phone was on the nightstand near the head of the opposite corner. So she was messing with me as I was talking on the phone. She would tickle me and try to distract me and then she would pinch my leg and then my butt. It wasn’t working very well because I didn’t drop the phone and I didn’t hang up. So while I was still on the phone with my friend I rolled over on my back while she was still straddling me. So then she put her head down near the phone to try to listen in to my conversation. So I just turned my head so that the handset was trapped between the bed and my head. So she really couldn’t get to it or hear anything.

So then she started whispering in my other ear, again trying to distract me. It was kind of working, but then she ataşehir escort bayan shocked the shit out of me. She stuck her tongue in my ear, like she was my girlfriend or something. When she did that I laughed out loud. So now she knew she was getting to me. So then she started kissing and licking my exposed neck. Well, when she started doing that, it became a different kind of a game. I mean, it actually felt good, in spite of the fact that it was my sister doing it. So now, we were almost making out, except that we weren’t kissing because I was on the phone. Well, she kept doing it, and I started getting hard. At some point, she felt it because then she dropped more of her weight on her pelvic area, so now she was grinding her pussy on my now erect dick, while I was trying to talk on the phone. I was completely distracted and told my friend that I’d call him back. So I gave her the handset and without moving her body or anything she just reached up with her hand and hung it up. When she hung up the phone, she didn’t say anything or pause or anything, she just put her mouth on mine and we started kissing. I mean real kissing, like boyfriend/girlfriend with tongue, not like brother/sister.

Well, now I was completely rock hard, and she knew it. I was just wearing like some tennis shorts and no shirt and she was wearing gym shorts escort kadıöy and a t-shirt. So we were essentially making out and she was grinding her pussy on me. We did this for about 10 to 15 minutes. It was pretty fucking hot.

And then the phone rang. It scared the shit out of both of us and we jumped and started laughing. She didn’t move off of me but reached up and answered it. It was her friend this time, but she didn’t move, she was just straddling me and sitting up, still with her pussy right on my dick. So this time, since she was on the phone, I decided to fuck with her like she was messing with me when I was on the phone with my friend. So every once in a while I would flex my butt and in so doing press my dick against her. The first time she opened her mouth and grinned and mouthed “stop it”. So we were both grinning at each other for a minute. So I could see she wasn’t going to get off the phone anytime soon so every minute or two I’d do it again. After a few times she wasn’t surprised by it anymore. As a matter of fact, I could tell she liked it because her breathing kind of changed and there was no more grinning or mouthing at me to stop. So now I was doing it more and more. Then it got to the point that I was doing it constantly, almost as if we were fucking and I was thrusting up into her. After just a couple of minutes of this, maltepe escort she told her friend that she had to go and she would call her back.

She got off of me and went to her room. Her room was across the hall from our parents bedroom. I went to my parents bathroom and got a towel and laid back down on their bed and started jacking off. I have to admit, the thought crossed my mind, “what if the phone rings again”. At that point I was so horny I didn’t care and I decided I wasn’t going to cover up or anything. I should stop at this point and say that I knew she masturbated and she knew I did too. So there was nothing to hide, it’s just that we had never seen each other do it. But like I said, at this point I was so horny, I didn’t care if the phone rang and she walked in on me I wasn’t going to stop. I did happen to notice that when she went in her room she didn’t close the door. So while I was jacking off I could tell it wasn’t going to take long to reach my orgasm. Not long after I started masturbating I could hear her moans, so I knew she was on her bed doing the same thing I was doing. When I came it was absolutely the hardest I had ever cum in my life up to that point. I sort of felt funny that it was a hot make out session with my sister that got me that worked up, but I also couldn’t deny that at that point in my life, it was absolutely the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

I just laid there for a minute listening to her, and when I could tell she was finished, I took the towel with me to my room. I didn’t feel ashamed or anything. As a matter of fact, I started thinking of ways to make it happen again.

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Much Ado About Nothing

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Although my eyes were focused on my teacher, a wiry old man, my attention was elsewhere. I kept thinking about the various issues of my life: college ahead of me, past girlfriends behind me, and my academic troubles getting the best of me. I moved my eyes to my paper, grabbing the pencil sitting on my desk, and just started doodling.

I kept my thoughts steadily upon the calculus test I had just failed the period before, and what I had done wrong. My teacher’s words were irrelevant for the moment. He droned on about Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”, and the topic of comedy.

My daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by the obnoxious sound of gum chewing to my left. My table-mate was Rachel Moore, one of the sluttiest girls in school. The cleavage of her nice breasts was on display past her lacy top, and her shapely, tanned legs under the desk caught my eye, barely covered by a shiny, disco ball-style miniskirt. She moved the gum around inside her mouth and blew a bubble.

I turned my refocused attention back to my teacher. He said, “Now, I want you to discuss amongst yourselves the comedic elements of this middle part of Act III. Turn and talk to your table partners.”

The class remained silent for a moment before people started whispering. Slowly, we too turned to reluctantly talk to each other. I had talked to Rachel in similar partner discussions before, and under similar circumstances. She turned her face to me, and I said, “I hate Shakespeare.”

She just nodded and faked a smile. I should have said “I hate Rachel Moore”. What a slut: thick mascara, a deep blue eye shadow, nauseating perfume, long fingernails, stiletto heels, matching fake diamond choker and earrings. Her hair was tied up in the back, with blonde highlights hanging down over her face.

After a few seconds, I tried to get a conversation to pass the time going. “So what do you think of scene II?”

She shrugged and pulled the book toward her. “I don’t know. I mean, the scene where the guy’s friend fucks his girl to fool the other guy… I mean, what the fuck?”

“What’s the matter?” I asked, not surprised by her loud uses of expletives in the still relatively quiet classroom.

“Well… couldn’t you tell it wasn’t your girl being fucked by the way she AH… AH?” She asked, moaning sexually a bit too loudly to make the point.

“I’m not sure if I’m following.” I replied.

“Well, when that guy…”

“Borachio.”

“…is fucking Margaret, can’t the other guy know that it isn’t his girl getting fucked?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, have any two girls you’ve fucked ever sounded the same?”

I shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t really know.”

She smiled, “I see. You don’t get a lot of pussy?”

I could not believe where this conversation was going. “I get my fair share.”

“Yeah, right.” She said. “You’re not exactly a stud, you know.”

I didn’t know what to say in response, beside that perhaps she gets too much dick. “Well, I’m always looking for more.” I said nonchalantly. At this point, I had no idea what I was doing. I had no possible expectation of such talk during English class today. “If the right pussy comes by,” I continued.

“What pussy is the ‘right’ pussy?” She asked, moving closer to me, and putting her bare leg against my thigh.

“Well, it’s not so much the pussy itself, but the pair of legs and tits attached to that pussy.” I said.

She laughed, flashing her luscious tongue and gorgeous teeth. She moved her hand onto my leg and started moving her long fingernails up and down my leg. “Yeah? And you like the pair of legs and tits you’re looking at right now?” She motioned her boobs back and forth in front of me.

I just looked away and looked back into her eyes. “And what about you? Will any piece of meat do?”

She backed away and smiled. She too looked back into my eyes, with a deep, sexy stare. “It depends on the pair of balls and ass cheeks attached to that meat.”

“Well, unfortunately,” I said, “I can’t show you those things right now.”

“That’s alright. ataşehir escort bayan I can see them later.” She popped her gum in my ear and blew in my face. She moved her fingers closer to my crotch and to the bulge in my pants. She smiled again, showing her beautiful mouth. She took my wrist in her hand, curling her fingers around it. She moved my wrist from my side to her crotch. Slowly, she moved down to my hand and moved it closer.

She guided my hand under her miniskirt. I could feel the lace of her panties underneath. She took her time and moved my hand back and forth against the fabric. But she kept going–pulling my fingers between the fabric of her panties and her prickly, shaven crotch. I could feel the heat coming off her pussy catching my hand. The moisture was also there, and I could feel it envelope my fingers. She pulled my hand in slowly, putting first only one finger inside of her. She exhaled deeply; she pulled two fingers and put them deeper into her pussy. “Yes, any meat will do.”

She pulled my hand out from inside her and returned it back to me, grinning dirtily. I looked at the slight moisture which had accumulated on my fingers, and, satisfying her, licked them, tasting the sourness and taking a whiff of the pleasant smell. “When?” I asked simply.

“During lunch, in the parking lot. Meet me in front of the school.” She replied immediately and quickly, as if the answer were part of a routine. We separated as the teacher came back to the front of the room and the class quieted down. Although we were now apart, I kept my fingers close to my nose for the rest of the class and through the next period, waiting for lunchtime to come.

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When lunchtime came, finally, I moved to the front of the school. The dead of winter left me unwilling to spend any more time than completely necessary outside. I looked through the window to see only whiteness swallowing the cars of the parking lot. A snowstorm had come and left everything blank.

By now, my fingers had started to lose their scent, and my cock was throbbing with anticipation. I tried to cover my bulging crotch with various objects during passing time. I avoided all of my friends, and now sat, with a bulge, next to the front door. The attendance clerk eyed me suspiciously; I tried not to look back, or at my watch, but I couldn’t help it. At long last, I heard the clicking of heels on the tile hallway floor, quickly approaching.

I raised my eyes and saw her. Her miniskirt wrapped around her long, thick legs, which ended at black, tall heels. Her left foot was tattooed with a scorpion, and for a moment I wondered what else kinds of tattoos I might see by the end of the day. She didn’t carry any backpacks or school materials: only a tiny purse that hung from her bare shoulder. I stood up to greet her, but she only passed me, leaving me to smell her perfume. She signed out with the attendance clerk and passed me again on the way out the door. I only stood there, watching her, admiring her. She turned and said, “You coming, meatstick?”

For some reason, I turned my eyes back to the attendance clerk, who gave me a nasty looked. Fuck off, I thought to myself and quick stepped to join the slut.

She surprised me, braving the cold. She walked through the snow in her heels. I watched her ass move in the miniskirt and her arms sway back and forth. She unzipped her little purse and reached inside, pulling out a set of keys. Rachel hit the button on her car keys and trigged the car alarm deactivation on a small white sedan right beside us. She got up to the driver’s seat and opened the door.

I came up behind her. She sensed me coming and stuck her ass out while I rubbed my bulge up and down her crack. I kissed her neck and ran my hand up her chest. She stuck her head up, putting her mouth up to my ear and said, “Get in the fucking car.”

I complied and disconnected myself from her. I tipped the driver’s seat forward and fell into the backseat. Meanwhile, she stuck her key into the ignition and started the heater. She came escort kadıöy in beside me and tipped the passenger seat forward in order to give us the most room possible.

In one quick motion she removed her entire top, leaving her nicely shaped boobs in a lacy bra. She moved herself over and put her crotch against my hard cock. She smiled and said, “Let’s warm it up in here, first.” She led with her tongue and entered my mouth. I felt it squirm around in my mouth before I sent mine to lick it back. She created suction between our mouths and started sucking me, sloppily.

I kissed her upper lip and she licked my chin. She started gyrating her hips against my dick: sending my boner almost through my pants. She kept sucking my mouth like a cock, and moved her tongue in and out, rubbing against my upper mouth or beneath my tongue or the area between my teeth and my cheek.

I moved my kissing down to her neck and then down to her chest. She moved her hands behind her back and undid her bra. Her boobs collapsed to their natural position. She pulled away to remove my own shirt, while I stared at her luscious tits, tattooed black and red with figures of roses and guns. I reached out and squeezed her nipples. She finally got my shirt off, and pulled it out from behind me and tossed it aside.

I lowered myself down in the seat and she started working off my pants by undoing my belt. She pulled my pants off with my underwear, revealing my firm cock, which fell to the side. She looked at it for a moment and grabbed it in between her soft fingers. I could feel the length of her nails clenching my solid girth. She bent down and got into position.

She took my cock in her hands and licked the entire length of the shaft, ending at the head. She took the head into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. She kissed it gently and then more aggressively before taking the entire length of the shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. I bent my head back in pure ecstasy as she kept going back and forth, back and forth along the dick.

She pulled it out of her mouth and licked it repeatedly again, up-and-down repeatedly, getting her spit all along it. Rachel took it back within her mouth and put her hand along the base. Whacking me off with her wet, glossy lips, and her thin fingers, I felt the thickness of her saliva dripping down the course of my dick. She moaned as it reached deep into her mouth and down into her throat, and let out the distinctive gasps for air and clicking sounds of a deep cock sucker.

Rachel pulled it out of her mouth and watched as a trail of spit leading from her tongue to the head of my dick fell apart. She rubbed her spit into the shaft and spit on it some more. She breathed heavily as she wacked it; she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and did so as she put the dick back in her mouth–sucking on the head while whacking off the shaft.

I put my hand on the back of her head and forced my dick deeper down her throat. She moaned and gasped for air. Her lips clinched around my girth and the back of her mouth closed around my head. I forced her down as far as she could go, before she squeezed my thigh and I let her go.

Gasping for air, she looked up at me and said, “Fucking hell! I want you inside of me right now.”

She tore off her panties and through them in the front seat. She got on the seat beside me on her hands and knees, with her pussy faced towards me. The moistness of the hole almost made me cum by seeing it. In the cold backseat I could practically feel the heat emanating from it.

I spat on the area between her anus and her pussy and let it stream down onto her pussy and then pressed my finger into the orifice: mixing our juices together. She wiggled her ass upward and cried out for me to fuck her. My dripping wet dick, covering in spit and lip gloss, ached for a deep fuck. “Fuck me like a goddamn dog, meatstick!”

I slid my cock inside her; she moaned in response. I pulled it slowly back and thrusted it quickly back in. She grasped the cupholder, bracing maltepe escort herself as I thrusted harder and harder. My crotch impacted her ass, causing it to wiggle. I slapped her ass once; she let out a long moan. I spanked her again and her pussy clenched harder.

Her juices ran down my crotch and past my balls. Her moans became more frequent and louder, more responsive to the kinds of motions I was making with my cock: driving it upwards instead of straight, and circling it around in her snatch. I spanked her again; she let out a cry, “Uhgh, yeah, spank that fucking ass!” I slapped her ass again, and again, until her cheeks started turning raw.

Her head twisted and moaned. Both of her hands were on her ass to pull her ass open. “Ah, fuck, harder!” She commanded.

I drove it in faster and with more force. She pushed her ass harder into my crotch. She starting letting out groans whenever it reached deeper and deeper inside of her. She reached back and grabbed my ass with both of her hands. Her long fingernails gripped my skin and she starting pulling me forward and pulling my dick deeper into her pussy.

Her boobs swung back and forth beneath her. I drove it harder each time. Going as fast as I could, I felt her pussy start to quiver and pulsate. Her moans got louder as I fucker her. Her grip on my ass got tighter: her fingernails dug deeper until it started to hurt. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” She cried out. Her pussy gripped my dick like a hot, wet glove. “Shit!” She cried and let go of my ass.

Her hair had come down and fallen in front of her face. She moved the hair out of the way with her hand. She twisted her head and moved the blonde strand out of her eye. She turned and looked into my eyes. Her mascara was running down her face. She looked really different without gloss or mascara; still hot, but hot like an innocent girl next door.

She only moaned for a few moments, trying to get some words out. Finally, she whispered, “I want your cum.”

I let up fucking her pussy, fucking it slower and harder. She mouthed that she wanted it in her mouth.

I pulled out of her and waited for tired body to bend down in front of me. She got on the floor of the backseat, putting her wet and juicy pussy up against the leather interior. I started whacking off in front of her face. She closed her eyes and perked out her lips in anticipation.

I could feel it welling up inside me, ready to come out. She looked at my face and she knew I was close. She opened her mouth like a baby bird and waited for it.

My cock exploded in front of her mouth: the first stream hit the back of her throat. She didn’t even flinch at it coated her mouth. I let out a loud groan. It just kept coming, paining the inside of her mouth. It filled her mouth and she let out a girlish giggle.

When it stopped, I fell back into the seat, showing the pleasure on my face. She remained on the floor and sloppily played with the warm stuff that filled her mouth. She closed her mouth and smiled at me. She then opened wide and showed me that she had swallowed it all whole.

“You’re such a whore.” I laughed.

She flashed a naughty smile at me. She pulled herself up and fell onto the seat next to me, pushing her ass up against me side. She said, “I guess that makes you a john, and I think you owe me some cash.” She started playing with my limp, tired dick. She put her finger into her pussy and pulled it out to survey the moisture on it. She looked into my eyes and licked the moisture off her finger like she had just licked my cock: licking the length of it slowly.

She then put the finger in my mouth and moved it around, touching my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and along the palette. I savored her delicious taste once more.

“You’re a good fuck.” She said simply.

“Must be if you ate my cum.”

She laughed. “Yeah, well, don’t be too proud of yourself. I eat a lot of cum.”

I touched her pussy and inserted my finger not too deep. “So what do you want to do now?” I rolled over onto my side so that her boob was touching my arm. I moved my finger in and out of her snatch, getting wetter and wetter after each insertion.

She looked forward, “I guess we’re in a car.” She smiled. “We can keep this going somewhere else.”

I touched her nipple with my wet fingers. “Good idea.”

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The Packages Ch. 05

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I’m at Jim’s house, which is needed for the guaranteed privacy we need to speak about such things as incest without having to whisper. As I go through everything that has happened, he says nothing to interrupt me. When I talk about the details of eating Tammy’s pussy and her resulting orgasm on my open mouth and face, he grins widely in silence. When I go over the details of fucking her pussy and filling it with cum, the grin gets wider and the silence continues. When I get to the part about taking her ass in great detail and filling it deep inside with my cum, he starts to drool a little in continued silence.

Once I finish going over every last detail, he says, “Damn, Jackson, you are one lucky son of a bitch. I was expecting to have to offer $100,000 before any anal took place. Looks like I could have saved some money, but not going to stop now.”

I smile and say, “You were right, Jim. All it took was crossing the line a little and everything changed. Of course, the promise of millions is a great motivator.”

He nods and says, “Course I was right, since I have a lot of experience on the matter. And I was right about something else, wasn’t I?”

I grin and ask, “What’s that, Jim? You think your right about everything, so do you want to narrow that one down for me just a little?”

He grins and says, “Cause I’m right about everything. I’m referring to how hot it is to fuck your daughter and know your son is fucking his mom.”

I nod in complete agreement and say, “Damn right, Jim. It is very hot.”

His grin widens, as he says, “Only going to get hotter. Any ideas for the next package?”

With no hesitation, I say, “Hell, yes. I want to watch Tammy and Cindy eat each other out.”

He nods and says, “You’ve got it. Anything else?”

I shake my head, then say, “No, Jim. Whatever it is you think up next, it’s bound to be interesting. Besides, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

He says, “Probably for the best. One thing to know your going to see your daughter and wife eat each others pussies, but not know knowing anything else about what I have planned will add to your own excitement. Besides, if I give too much away, you’re not going to want to wait and that could ruin things. Can’t take any chances they find out you know what’s going on.”

I nod and say, “You’re right on that one. Don’t want to lose any of this and them finding out might stop everything dead in its tracks.”

He says, “No sense taking any chances, so don’t bring up anything to any of your family about wanting to watch your wife and daughter together like that. Not a word.”

A couple of days pass and I have not had any opportunity to be alone with my daughter. The language we used when we were alone was something that was not meant for anyone else in the family to hear. Of course I’ve been fucking her, just as my wife has been getting fucked by my son, but the language is far less intense.

We are laying in her bed after having filled her asshole with my cum and hear my wife moaning loudly in our bedroom. I take it as an opportunity to talk to my daughter without fear of being overheard. There is no way my wife and son can hear anything I am about to say.

I look into my daughter’s blue eyes and I ask in a quiet voice, “Can we talk about something serious, Tammy?”

She looks a little worried as she says, “Yes, daddy. What is it?”

I have a sincere look on my face as I say, “I know I got carried away with the language when your mom and brother were at the hotel. Did the words we were using bother you?”

She lets out a sigh of relief and her face changes from worry to happiness, then says, “Oh, that. I though you were going to say you want to stop being with me. No, daddy, the words didn’t bother me. It’s the opposite, daddy. It made me very horny when we talked about me being your incestuous fucking cunt of a daughter.”

I grin and say, “Good to know, my little fucking incestuous whore of a daughter. Guess we’ll have to find some time alone, won’t we my fucking cunt of a daughter?”

She grins back and says, “Yes, daddy, we do.”

She giggles and the moans from the bedroom die down, which leaves me no opportunity to continue delving into the language we both enjoy. I wish I can get hard again quickly, but my daughter understands the need for time. I know we make an odd pair, but both of us are quite content in our oddity.

Everyone has gotten quite comfortable with being naked in the house, so none of us have any clothes on when the bell rings. I’m the closest to the door, so I throw a robe on and ensure it is tied tight enough to prevent it from opening and revealing my cock to the world. Unfortunately, covering up a seven inch erection is not an easy thing to accomplish. The last thing I want is someone to call the police regarding a flashing incident. I may not have close neighbors, but the road I live off of is heavily traveled. I find a new package, about the same size as the last, and know ataşehir escort the fun is getting ready to start.

I take it inside and close the door behind me. There is no way to contain the excitement on my face as I bring it to the living room and set it on the floor next to the couch. There is no reason to set it down anywhere else, since this is the room where we have watched every DVD we have been sent. I remove my robe and toss it to the side, then look under the coffee table and see all four black masks. They have been required for every order we have been given and have little doubt they will be required for this one.

I call out loudly, “A new package arrived.”

I don’t have to worry about being heard, since I can hear them all moving towards me. My son arrives first with his hard six inch dick moving up and down with his quick steps in perfect rhythm with his balls. He is followed closely by my wife, since they were just in bed together, and I watch her nipples bounce along with the movement of her D cup tits. My daughter is the last one to join us and I get the added pleasure of seeing her B cup tits bounce even more than my wife’s had.

I ask, “Who wants to open it?”

Tammy says in a voice filled with excitement and anticipation, “I’ll do it.”

She teases me with her ass as she points it right at me and spreads her legs wide. She bends over to show me both of her holes, which I know very well. She fumbles with the box to take far longer than needed to continue her torture of me. Finally, she opens it and grabs a letter from the top. She stands up and places it on the coffee table so I will be able to stare at her tits when she turns to read. She returns to the box and starts the torture again as she removes a DVD, another expensive recorder and another tripod. I want to fuck her in the ass right now and it takes a great deal of restraint to remain seated on the couch.

The battery for the other recorder is full charged and ready to go, but this one will need to be plugged into the wall. The new battery will need to charge, just like the previous. Cindy takes the recorder and teases Bill the same way my daughter is teasing me, which means I am no longer alone in the torture as we are both staring at assholes and pussies.

Tammy bends over a little more and spreads her cheeks to show me a slightly open asshole, which she knows is something I really enjoy seeing, then says, “There’s nothing else in the package.”

She gets up slowly, while releasing her cheeks and turns in order to grab the note, She reads, “Congratulations, Quiller family, for making it to the next step of the game. This successful completion of this round will result in each of you getting $100,000.”

This time none of them take deep breaths or let out whistles. The amount causes them all to jump up and down quickly in excitement and the noise is far louder than any whistle. I get up to join them in the celebration. There is a lot of whooping and hollering, as none of them have any reason to doubt the amount will be paid in full and in cash. They all know they are getting close to the end, but I have no intention of ending anything until long after the contest is concluded.

Tammy continues, “To remind you, everyone must agree or the entire family forfeits the game and you get nothing other than the $11,000 each of you has already won. You will not have the opportunity to win the $1,000,000. You will watch the DVD as a family and wait until it says stop. You will all wear your blindfolds, while following what you see. You will not resume the video until Jackson and Bill are ready to go again. Only then will you continue to watch and follow the instructions. The video will end when the word stop no longer appears on the black screen. The second recorder is going to be needed, but only one will be used for your first task. Once all tasks are finished and recorded, you will email the video to the same address as the previous ones were sent.”

I open the fully charged recorder and put a flash player in, one which is no longer filled with the previous video we made. I start the charging process for the new battery and set up both of the tripods, just in case they are needed. Tammy puts the DVD into the player and sits down next to me, since Cindy and Bill are taking up the rest of the couch. She presses play and we watch a black screen.

The screen fades in and shows the same four people as the first video and none of them are wearing any signs this time. The screen fades to black and the words, ‘Jackson, you will record this.’ The words fade and are quickly replaced by a close up of a hard dick and a spread pussy just inches above. The camera pulls back and I see the mother and son on a couch and both are looking into the camera, while the daughter is sitting next to them. My family remains clueless in regards to their identity, but I know exactly who they are. Not that I have any intention on revealing the identity kadıköy escort bayan of the family, since that would ruin things.

The camera zooms in on the dick and pussy, then the mother slowly lowers herself onto her son’s dick. She starts to ride him and they both find a rhythm quickly. Both start to moan and he cums quickly inside of her pussy. His orgasm is impressive as he continues to fill her with one explosive wave after another and some of his cum drips out and onto his balls.

He stays inside of her as the angle moves to show the daughter getting into position as she gets on her knees and she is facing the dick inside the pussy. Only then does the mother lift herself up and off of his dick, then the daughter’s mouth covers the pussy hole completely. His dick is pressed against her tits, as she is swallowing the cum being pushed out of the mother’s pussy. She pulls her head away once she is certain there is no more cum to be found and turns her head toward the camera. She opens her mouth to show it is full of milky white cum, then closes and swallows everything. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show there is no cum left.

She turns back to the waiting pussy and starts work her tongue on the mother’s clit. The woman lets out several moans, before grabbing the daughter’s head and pulling it so her mouth is directly over her hole. She lets out a scream as she releases her own orgasm and gives the daughter far more than she can swallow. What she can’t swallow, flows down her chin and onto her tits and his dick. It is a considerable amount that is lost out of her mouth, but she swallows what she can.

Once the orgasm subsides, the daughter lowers her mouth to the now flaccid dick of the brother and takes it entirely into her mouth. She lets it out slowly and shows there is very little of the mother left on his dick. She takes it all the way in again and releases even slower. She does it one last time and keeps it in her mouth for a very long time before releasing his dick.

The video fades to black, then the words, ‘Bill, you are to record this,’ appears on the screen. The scene is identical to the one we just watched in every way and I find myself to be quite content with waiting until after my son has his fun. There is something exciting about knowing my daughter is going to have the result of two orgasms in her mouth and one in her pussy before long. Jim certainly knows how to be creative with my request and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After everything repeats, the video fades to black and the word, ‘Stop,’ appears on the screen. Tammy presses stop and waits for someone to say something. However, there is way too much going on in all of their minds for anyone to speak quickly. This is the first time Cindy and Tammy are expected to do something like this and I believe the amount being offered is more than enough for them to cross another line. After all, my family has already crossed a lot of them, but there is always the chance one will refuse.

Almost in unison, the silence is broken with the sound of agreement from every member of my family. I quickly join in and look to see if there is any sign of nervousness, but find only excitement. Even my wife cannot hide the anticipation on her face and I know there is not much they wouldn’t be willing to do at this point. I have no idea if it is the money or joy of crossing another line that has them excited, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is I am one step closer to having the total debauchery I want to experience with my family.

Everyone gets into position and I get a close up of my son’s dick and wife’s dripping pussy. I press record and hold up a finger to show I am recording. Her pussy lowers onto his dick and easily takes it all the way inside. She starts to move up and down and I bring the camera up to capture the look of pleasure on both of their faces and my daughter watching in eager anticipation. I move back down so I don’t miss a moment of his cum entering her pussy.

Cindy lets out a moan and says, “Bill, I love your dick inside me. This makes your mommy feel so good.”

Bill lets out a moan of his own and says, “Don’t stop fucking me, mommy. Your pussy feels perfect wrapped around my dick. Don’t stop.”

I can see in the monitor every movement and like when he pulls out almost all the way. Her pussy grips him and tries to prevent him from escaping her. Then slowly taking it all the way inside again. Over and over the movements continue with increased moaning from both of them.

Cindy lets out a loud moan, then says, “Cum inside me. I want to feel my son’s cum inside my pussy. Give it to me, son.”

He lets out a loud moan of his own, then says, “I’m close, mommy. I’m so close to cumming inside you. I need to cum inside my mommy’s pussy. Don’t stop fucking me.”

She lets out a few moans and says, “Cum inside my pussy. I need my son to cum for me, now.”

He grits his teeth and says, “I’m escort maltepe cumming, mommy.”

I do not miss a moment as he starts to fill my wife with his cum. His orgasm is fascinating to watch as I turn the camera to his asshole and watch as it retracts and relaxes very quickly. I never thought about any guy in any kind of sexual way before, but I can’t help having thoughts about my son. After all, what’s one more line to cross. If I can think of my wife and daughter together, then I can certainly think of myself and my son right along with it.

Cindy lets out another moan, then says, “That’s it, son. Give me all of your cum. Mommy needs all of it.”

I continue to keep his asshole centered and cum starts to drip from his balls. Not one drop spoils my view and I hold the camera steady until there are no more signs of an orgasm from my son’s asshole. I move the camera to her pussy and then change position to catch my daughter as she positions herself to do her part. Once her tits are in just the right spot, Cindy quickly raises her pussy to Tammy’s waiting mouth and she lets out a moan as she feels her daughter’s mouth there for the first time.

It does not take long before all of the cum is out of my wife’s pussy and inside of my daughter’s mouth. She turns to the camera and opens wide to show it is full of her brother’s cum and some is dripping down her chin. She closes her mouth and swallows everything down, then opens it again to reveal there is none left as she seductively sticks her tongue out at the camera.

She turns back to her mother’s waiting pussy and sticks her tongue out and places it on her clit with no hesitation in her movement. Cindy lets out a soft moan to show she enjoys what her daughter is doing to her. She starts to work her tongue as best she can and is rewarded by the sound of increased moans.

Cindy says, “That’s it. Eat mommy’s pussy. My daughter’s tongue feels so good working mommy’s pussy.”

Her tongue works harder at the sound of the encouragement and is rewarded by heavy breathing and more loud moans. The moans increase in noise and intensity, which coincides with her tongue increasing speed as she wants her mother to cum for her. I know she is close to climax from the fucking she took from my son, so it shouldn’t be much longer now. All I can do is watch as I record and know my time is coming soon.

Cindy lets out a loud moan and says, “I’m close. My daughter is doing a good job on momm’s pussy. Now make mommy cum.”

There is no sign of my daughter’s tongue tiring from the work, instead it only increases the movement and my wife begins to tighten. She roughly grabs the back of Tammy’s head and moves her so her mouth is perfectly aligned. She pulls her face into her pussy and lets out an eruption more powerful than I have ever know her to have.

Tammy’s mouth quickly overflows from the result and I can see plenty dripping down to rest between her tits and his cock. She swallows and opens her mouth quickly to take more, then has it fill once again. Her tits and his cock are getting soaked in what is coming out of Cindy’s pussy with no sign of slowing. Several waves take my wife and each one more than fills my daughter’s mouth and adds to the collection point below.

Cindy goes through her final wave and then releases Tammy head. She pulls back from her mother’s pussy and the lower half of her face is shiny and slick from having so much escape from her mouth. She lowers herself and has no problem taking the entirety of my son’s cock, since it is not hard at all. She keeps it inside her mouth as her tongue works to remove any sign of the combined orgasm that came out of her mother’s pussy, then moves her head up slowly and I wonder what it would be like to do that to my son. She takes it all the way again, and again releases slowly. The third time she holds her head in place, but gags just a little. She slowly releases all of it and it is not quite as soft as it was just a moment ago.

I press stop and wait for everyone to move, then I hand the recorder to my son. Tammy positions herself just above my very hard dick and Cindy sits next to me on the couch. I’m certain she is happy to not have to do anything until I cum and then she will be on her knees, since her body needs time to rest after her orgasm. We see my son hold up a thumb to show he has started recording and I know her pussy is going to look fantastic on camera with my massive dick inside of her.

I feel the head enter her pussy with ease and want to force her down quickly, but the rules are clear and we have to take our time. We both let out soft moans as she lowers herself all the way and it feels like a wonderful suction cup buried deep inside of her pussy. She starts to move slowly up and down and each movement brings new wonder as we both moan together.

As we find a rhythm, I wonder if my son is going to focus on my asshole in the same manner that I did with his. It’s going to be a whole lot more than looking with the next package. The notion of total debauchery causes my dick to twitch deep inside of her pussy and she lets out a moan. Neither of us say anything, since we don’t know if we can keep our secret language a secret. So we settle for our moans of shared pleasure.

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It was summer when Marie’s older brother Dustin finally got around to visiting the family. He was a junior in college. One of those guys who made girls swoon, though he never noticed. When he gave up his heart, he gave it unconditionally and with all the trimmings. He had gorgeous amber colored eyes. Very rare seeing as how everyone in the family managed to have blue eyes. His hair was a dark wave of brunettes and gold’s .He trained in martial arts, so he was very masculine. He practically stood six feet tall, while Marie only stood five foot and four inches tall.

Marie, on the other hand, was barely noticed by anyone. She always wore dark colors, which made her look extremely flat chested. Her cherry blonde hair was almost always matted up and twisted in an odd shaped bun on the top of her head, and always wore baggy clothes. Like she were afraid to show herself off to anyone.

He returned home at around three to get ready for a party when he heard his sister talking on the phone with one of her girlfriends.

“So you’ll do it?” she had asked, a worried look on her face. When she got her answer she seemed to brighten a little, but the fact still remained…….She was worried and somewhat fearful of what she was about to do.

As soon as she hang up the phone, Dustin came waltzing in the room, as he usually did, like he owned the place. Giving his sister one of those bored, nonchalant older brother kind of looks. “So….. where ya going sis?” he asked. Though he didn’t look it, he was a bit concerned for her.

“God! Go bug someone else for a change” was her reply as she shoved passed him and got her jacket on.

Oh how Dustin wanted to show her what he really felt about her. How he wanted to hold her and brush out that rat’s nest she kept above her head. But he kept his mask on; believing society would condemn him if he ever tried. “No need to push sis, I was just asking.”

Without another word spoken, Marie was out the door and Dustin got hit in the face with a piece of paper. “Ack, what did you do that for?” he whined slightly, looking over to his best friend Peter.

He completely ignored the question “We need to go out to the cafe’ very soon Dust, there are these guys coming to make sure we are stilling having that party tonight.”

“Oh, The party” he groaned slightly before grabbing his own jacket off the rack. “I completely forgot about that.” This was kind of true, seeing how he had his mind on Marie ever since he got in the car to drive home.

“Well, we better be off before the guys end up saying there won’t be a party and leave on us” was his reply before they got in the car.

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As soon as Marie got in the car with Jenna, she knew her best friend was NOT in a good mood at all. She blasted her music to full power, totally Death Metal, and began to curse at almost anyone who got in her way. Marie didn’t even bother to ask, she knew Jenna was mad at her boyfriend again.

When they got into the cafe’, Jenna almost immediately found her brother on the first look inside. You could tell, due to the low throated swoon that had escaped her lips “oh………How did your brother get here so fast? Didn’t I just see him inside your house?”

Marie looked over at her brother and her heart thumped loud in her head. She jerked her eyes away from him and sighed “Somehow, he always seems to beat me to everywhere I go. I think he has a private jet or something.”

“I’m sure he does.” Jenna replied, still swooning over her brother like every chick who set eyes on him. “Well…. I’m gonna go girlfriend, you take care ok?” she patted her on the back, not giving Marie time to reply when she left for her car.

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Dustin stared at his baby sister as if she were a delectable piece of fruit, ripe and ready for the picking. All his friends thought she was horrendous, except for his best friend. Pete knew how much he loved Marie, how much he anguished just to touch her.

“Ya know, if I were you I’d have already went for it. I don’t believe in societies mumbo-jumbo about how your love life should be.” said Pete, always the skeptical one about society.

“I know, pal. But I’m afraid of what she’ll think….. I’m afraid of what her friends would think of her if they found out.” he answered, just as sickened at society as Pete usually was.

Just after he said that, his temples seemed to catch on fire as he watched a strange man approach his baby sister and hug her. It was a simple gesture, but it caught him off guard and made his blood boil.

“Hey honey!” the man greeted her with a light smile, backing away slowly after he had hugged her. “I was thinking on how much time we have spent together.”

Marie’s smile was faded, slanted down instead of up. “We haven’t spent much time at all together, Jake.” So that was the man’s name: Jake. Dustin had never met him in his life and he knew practically all of her friends.

The man’s seeming to have had a fake smile plastered ataşehir escort on his face suddenly became a furious ball of uncontained rage. “Well we could have gone out a few times if you had answered my calls instead of ignoring me!”

She began to cry, making Dustin’s blood boil even more. “I told you, I needed a break……… The relationship was moving to fa…” she didn’t have time to finish when Jake’s huge ugly hand slapped her in the face.

“Dustin, calm down…” Pete whispered, restraining him just as he was about to stomp off and punch the snot out of the guy who had slapped Marie. “Just listen…… We can’t do anything about it in here unless we want the police to come. And believe me; we do not want them to come.” He reminded Dustin.

He calmed down slightly, still outraged at the man who hit his sister.

Jake calmed down after seeing her tear up and smiled slightly. “There’s a party tonight, Marie. I’ve been hoping to take you to it and show you all my friends.”

Her voice was very soft, very sad when she answered “You know how I hate being around a lot of people Jake. I’d be nervous and scared.”

“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not!” the man said in a matter-of-fact way, his hand at the ready to hit if she declined. Which she didn’t. “Put your coat on, it takes my car a while to start and I don’t want to get there late.”

“Did you hear that Dustin?” Pete smirked slightly, letting his arms free. “The man is taking her to OUR party. It is the only party going on around here that I know of”

He jerked his arms up to his chest and crossed them, a look on his face as if he were ready to spit “Let’s go then. If he so much as touches my sister in a harmful way, I’ll kick his ass!”

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Jake got Marie to the party fifteen minutes after it had started, groaning and griping about how he hated his Chevy. A look of distaste painted on his face as he jerked her out of the car and took her inside. When she looked at how many people there were, she began to shake from head to toe.

“Oh come on, it isn’t THAT bad Marie.” Jake jerked her tiny body close to his, so close that she could feel his erection on her thigh through the material of their clothes. It made her feel repulsed, like she was going to be sick just by touching him. Fear made her keep her wits tied. “Plus, after I show you to all my friends, I’m going to take you to a spare room and we’ll be alone.”

Marie sighed, letting her boyfriend show her off to all his friends, which he had quite a few. First there was Anne and her boyfriend Kyle, who greeted her with a smile though she felt they didn’t like the way she presented herself. Second was a group of guys, who seemed to always hang together, they all greeted her with the least bit of interest. As if she was just another piece of dirt beneath their fingernails. Then there was another couple, Angelina and her boyfriend Eric. They treated her pretty fairly, shaking her hand and talking to her a little while before they ran off to get a drink from the cooler.

“See?” Jake smiled at her, pinching her ass and she squeaked “That wasn’t so bad now, was it… “

She took it as a rhetorical question, walking with him around the first floor of the house for a little while. Glad that he hadn’t gotten angry at her since before they had got to the party. She was about to thank him for that, before he suddenly grabbed her by the arm. “Okay, We’ve been down here long enough….. Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.” he told her, tugging her up the stairs.

Suddenly she was distraught, a certain overwhelming panic washing over her like she knew something dreadful was going to happen in the blink of an eye. She jerked her arm out of his large, clammy hands as quick as the feeling came and shook her head “I don’t think it is a good idea, Jake” it felt like she had a frog in her throat. Like she was cornered and no one would save her.

Jake growled at her, his entire face changing from the happy-to-be-with-you look to the my-way-or-the-highway look he was giving her right now. “I brought you here DAMNIT!” he hissed, grabbing her wrist harshly, jerking her up the stairs. “And I am not going to leave without having gotten something from you.”

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Dustin was in Pete’s kitchen when he heard the most subtle scream in the next room. He knew the people who were invited to the party, all of them were very close and very intimate with each other. None of them would have screamed if a man wanted to take them upstairs to have a little fun. No one……….except his baby sister.

He rushed into the next room and immediately ran into Pete. “Hold up big guy, what’s the hurry?” Pete asked, very surprised.

“My sister……….. Didn’t you hear the scream?” he said, the words coming out real fast.

“No, I was right by the speakers…. I couldn’t hear a thing.” he had replied, Dustin running past him and going up the stairs. kadıköy escort bayan He could hear his sister’s cries, the faint sound of her screams in another room. There were so many rooms, with people occupating every single one of them except for his because it was locked.

“Please…… Jake… please don’t do this.” she begged, his high sense of hearing helping him find the exact room she was in. Unfortunately for Dustin the door was locked. Even though Jake had been in a hurry, he was still smart enough to lock the door before he had her.

“It would be easier if you didn’t fight me, Marie. You always fight me.” he accused, slapping her when she was about to beg him to stop again. He knew that eerie sound enough to know the man did it, the sound echoed in his head.

As soon as he heard the sound of flesh against flesh, Dustin didn’t even bother knocking. Instead he began to throw himself into the door with the full force of his body. Inch by painful, antagonizing inch, the door began to cave in.

He heard another long echo of skin against skin, his sister crying in the background. When he finally busted the door down, he came in to the room to find his sister stark naked on a bed, with Jake kneeling above her. He was panting, so enraged that he could have killed anyone that got in his way at the moment.

“Oh look…” Jake said, pushing her face towards Dustin “Big brother coming to save the day right? I always knew that you were plotting against me.” Jake looked over at him with narrowed, hostile eyes. His hand came up real fast just above her face.

“Don’t you DARE hit her!” he growled, fisting his hands beside his body. “If you do I’ll be forced to humiliate you in front of all your little friends.”

The man dared, slapping Marie so hard that it left a large bruise on her soft buttery skin, a droplet of blood sliding down her bottom lip.

Dustin came at Jake, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing the man against the wall with enough force that it left a hole in the wall. Dustin then grabbed him under his arms, noticing that Jake, too, was just a nude as his sister.

“Let go of me you stupid fuck.” Jake grabbed hold of his arms and gripped them tightly, he groaned with agony as he felt the meaty hands send charges of pain up the sides of his arms.

With a hard jerk of his arms he sent Jake flying, adrenaline building up so much that he obtained quite a head ache.

“Ick……… you make me want to vomit.” He spat on the man, “How can you get off knowing that the woman in the bed doesn’t want you?”

There was an awful silence and Dustin thought he could hear the man’s gears turning as he thought over what Dustin had said. The man, so outraged now that he had pointed this out, threw himself at Dustin when he caught the guy in both arms.

“What?” he growled as he slammed the guy against the wall “Can’t take the truth huh?” He slammed Jake hard against what was left of the door. Bringing his knee up to the man’s groin and he heard a satisfying sound as he hit the guy’s balls with full force.

Jake’s body cringed trying to disarm itself of the pain; even he knew how bad that must have hurt him. The guy had just become a hysterical wreck.

Dustin had no mercy left in himself to drop the man. Oh no. He had none left, as he threw the man right through the door. He went flying, his head landing hard against the railing of the stair case and he wanted more.

He walked, taking his time, over to the fallen man and picked him up again. “At what point were you going to stop…” he said as he picked the man up, watching the guy’s hand go to his groin again. “When she had passed out? Or when you had killed her?” with much managed strength he shoved Jake up in the air and threw him down the steps.

There was one scream, which was Angelina as she stared at the blood on Jake’s face. Pete came in the room very calmly, looking up at Dustin before looking back at the man on the floor. Jake scrambled to get up as Pete commanded in a loud, strong voice “Alright, party’s over…. Everyone get there stuff and leave.”

Dustin stared down at everyone, his fury still built at the hilt of his patients. When the naked Jake began to walk up the stairs, he hissed at him in such a cold, soft tone that it was dangerous “If you walk in that room you’ll never see the light of day again.”

Jake glared, but said nothing as he went to the coat rack and wrapped his coat around his waist, hiding his pathetic, soft prick before he went outside to his Chevy. Growling and griping the entire way. Dustin knew the pain of his blow to his groin wouldn’t ease up, but begin to swell over the next few days.

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When he came back in the room, Marie was curled up like a ball in the corner of the room, sobbing and shaking. He bent down in front of her, looking her over “Sweetheart… are you alright?” Even though she was a disaster, he could feel his cock hardening beneath his pants uncomfortably. escort maltepe He had never seen her nude, never really seen her exquisite curves until now.

She looked like a goddess. She was all soft curves and beautiful in every way. She had full, plump breasts with tiny pink beads in the middle of each of them. A flat belly, with a tiny sparkling rain drop belly ring in the middle of the cutest belly button he had ever seen. Not only did she have freckles on her cheeks, but she had them all over her arms and on her chest. At the very bottom of her belly there was a soft pillow of reddish blonde curls hiding her pussy. And though she was badly bruised, and in no good condition, she had an effect on him that no one else had ever achieved.

She brushed a lock of hair away from her face, electric blue nails sparkling at him as she moved her hands. “He…………wouldn’t listen to me” she cried.

Dustin moved in then, catching her tears with his tongue and licking off the blood around her bottom lip. “He had no right to hurt you, sweetheart…. Men like that don’t listen; they do what they want without thinking of the consequence.”

After he said that, she shocked him by asking a question that he’d never thought she would ask “Do……..Do you hate me Dustin?”

His eyes teared up at the sound of her voice. Could she have seriously ever thought he hated her? “No……..never.” he replied, picking her up and holding her in his arms “I have never hated you, ever.”

A small, hint of a smile came to her lips. Apparently that information had cheered her up a little bit. He gave her the most intriguing smile back, watching as her cheeks turned red in the process.

“I’ve always loved you, Marie……..More than I think you know.” he told her, his breath rustling her hair. “When I saw that guy slap you the first time, it angered me so much I could barely contain myself.”

She opened her mouth to say something then shut it as though she thought better of it before whispering softly “I…..want to tell you something, but I’m afraid of what you’ll think.”

He gently squeezed her tiny form to him, running his hands down her back very slowly. “Whatever you tell me, I’m sure I won’t think badly of it…… “

She lifted her chin up slightly, opening her mouth a few times before she finally came out with what she wanted to tell him. She trusted him, he knew that was true. “I…….love you…… I mean I really love you. More than a sister should love her own brother.”

He was utterly speechless for what seemed an eternity before he managed a reply. Making sure his tone was soft, and easy to believe. Though, what he told her next was definitely the truth. “I’ve felt the same about you… I’ve been trying to hide it because I was worried what you’d think……. I was worried what would happen if your friends found out about it.”

She surprised him again, with another question he thought he’d never hear from her mouth. “Would you…… make love to me? Don’t worry about my bruises…….just……..make love to me!” she begged softly, her voice sounded like music to his ears.

He slowly laid her down in front of him, looking at her with a loving smile as her brilliant blue eyes met his glowing amber ones.

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“You are beautiful Marie” her brother claimed, yet one more time among the many other times he had told her that in the past fifteen minutes.

She squirmed in total agony, whining softly. Just when his hand was about to touch her silken wet pussy he had pulled it back up to her stomach. “Stop teasing me, Dustin! I want you inside of me.”

When he had calmed her down completely he had picked her up and placed her on his own bed instead of the one that horrible event had taken place. He had brushed out her silky cherry blonde hair and let it free against the skin of her back. He had never imagined her hair to be as long as it was now, hanging down below her waist line.

Right now though, she was lying on her back, her hair laid out like a pillow beneath her head, and her nipples beckoning for his attention. “I don’t wish to hurt you Marie” he answered, shoving his hand through his short brunette hair.

Every muscle in his body rippled every time he moved. He had strong arms, a hairless chest a girl could die for, six pack abs, and a tight ass that no one could ever get tired of looking at. “You won’t hurt me, Dustin……. “She whined again, wiggling and squirming on his bed.

“Alright…. but I want to do something first.” he replied huskily, slowly moving down the bed and grabbing her ankles. She gave a low whimper when his soft lips touched the skin on top of her ankle the first time. Feeling like she was in heaven when he began kissing all the way up the inside of each leg before stopping at her warm, wet pussy.

She got slightly nervous, wriggling and biting her lip as she asked hesitantly “What are you doing?” Having had no experience, and no one telling her what things were.

“You’ll see…….. trust me, it won’t hurt.” he replied, right before he stuck his slick tongue along her pink lips and began to snake it in between them. He started running the end of his tongue against her clit, making her wriggle and moan, gripping the sheets in her fists.

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Mrs. Martin Ch. 02

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Ch. II: What-A-Day

The next morning Susan heard her husband’s alarm go off. She had heard him come in late but he had not said anything to her as he had crawled into his side of their king-size bed. He got up and went to take his shower. Susan got up, put her jogging clothes on and went for her morning jog. All she could think about was that damn picture. It really wasn’t that bad, not like some of the pictures she had seen. Why had she ever taken her clothes off?

When she got back to the house Dave had left for work. She took her clothes off and thought to herself “Dave is never home any more, and he hasn’t made love to me since Christmas.” She looked at her naked body in the mirror, her breast were still firm, she still had a good figure. A few pounds heavier and the waist and hips were a little larger, but still a figure to be proud of. The thought crossed her mind what it would be like to have one of her students as a lover, but she quickly dismissed it. It was unthinkable; she just couldn’t do that. Still the thought of being with a young viral man did excite her.

She stepped into the shower and as the warm water pelted her, her hands rubbed over her body. Suddenly warmth started to grow between her legs. She reached down and rubbed herself. It felt so good, she wished Dave was there to satisfy her. Quickly the warmth spread through her body and she felt a wave of pleasure over come her. A low moan escaped her, as she grew weak in her knees.

As she drove to school that day she thought “I’ll just tell Tom to see me after school and talk to him. He’s a nice boy I’m sure there won’t be any trouble.”

The bell rang at the end of class and as Tom was leaving Mrs. Martin told him she needed to see him after school today. The fear of being in trouble was mixed with the anticipation of being alone with his goddess.

As Tom walked in Mrs. Martin asked him to sit down, she picked up a folder he recognized immediately, and came and sat in the desk next to him. She started in “sometimes when we are young we do foolish things…”

“What was she talking about?” Tom wondered.

She continued “and we try to put these things behind us” She opened his folder and pulled out the picture of her, in black and white but quite recognizable. She continued “I have spent a long time living this down and had to give up my first job and move because of it. Please lets just keep this between the two of us.”

Tom thought for a minute and said “I guess it would be real rough on you if word about these pictures got out. Does your husband know about them?”

She replied “No, and he would die if he found out.”

Tom ataşehir escort thought for a minute and then said “well in that case come to this address at 4:30 tomorrow and we will discuss it some more.” He jotted down his home address on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She took the paper and looked to the floor.

Susan sat there in silence, she had not anticipated this turn of events. Tom stood up and patted her on the back and said “don’t worry I’m sure we can work this out. Oh, and you can keep that picture I have more copies.”

“What did he mean by that remark?” She shook her head in disbelief got up and gathered her things to go home.

As Tom drove home his mind was racing; he had Mrs. Martin in the palm of his hand. “How am I going to handle it? What should I do? What should I say?” Tom thought as he started planning his next moves. He could not believe this turn of events as he ran off ten of the pictures and decided how he was going to get this woman to do what he wanted her to.

Dave came home early that evening, about 6pm. He told Susan that he needed to talk to her in the study. As she came in Dave told her to have a seat. “Such a business tone” she thought to herself.

“Susan”, he started, “I want a divorce.”

“You what? Why?” She was in shock.

He rattled off some excuse about no longer being compatible, and she didn’t give him what she needed any more. He went on to say that for her not to worry and that she and the boys would be well taken care of. He said “I’ll collect my things on Sunday after the boys and I get back from camping, but now I have to go back to work.”

He opened the door to leave all the rage in Susan came out as she yelled “you fucking bastard”. He did not even turn around, he simply pulled the door shut behind him and left. Susan dropped her head into her hands and sobbed.

Linda opened the door to the office slowly, across the room on the couch, crying sat her boss. Linda was the nanny for the two boys, and ever since she had come to this house she went to bed at night fantasizing about Susan.

Linda crossed the room slowly; when she reached Susan she sat down on the couch and started to rub Susan’s shoulders.

“Oh Linda what am I going to do? Mr. Martin is going to divorce me.” Susan cried, as she looked the nanny in the face.

“There, there,” Linda said as she pulled Susan’s head to her shoulder. She started to rub the back of Susan’s neck gently right behind her ear. “Men are such shits,” she said.

Susan felt that familiar warmth start to flow through her body. She had never had a woman do to her what Linda was doing, kadıköy escort bayan one hand rubbing her neck, and the other holding her tight against her.

Linda said to her “why don’t you lay down on the couch and let me give you a massage?”

Susan did not want Linda to quit but she was unsure of her feelings since she had never been this way with a woman before. She lifted her head slowly and Linda stood up. Susan then lay down on her stomach on the couch.

Linda squatted beside her and started to rub her back and shoulders. “You are so tense.”

“Lets take your dress off your shoulders so I can rub them and relive some of this tension.” Linda said as she pulled the zipper on the back of Susan’s dress down.

Susan felt Linda’s warm, soft hands slide the dress off her shoulders, and down to her waist. “What about the children?” she said making a weak effort to get the younger girl to stop.

“I came down to tell you, they are in bed,” Linda said as she kneed the soft skin of Susan’s shoulders.

It felt so good that Susan hardly noticed when Linda undid her bra and slipped it off her arms. Linda worked her way down Susan’s bare back, rubbing and kneading as she went.

Susan felt a tug on her dress and she raised her hips off the couch to allow her dress to pass under it. Linda pulled the dress off the rest of the way and removed Susan’s shoes. She looked at this beautiful soft body clad only in panty hose and panties, lying before her. She picked up one of Susan’s feet and started to rub it.

“Ooooooh,” Susan moaned it felt so good and relaxing to her. Linda then picked up the other foot and did the same. Susan lay there on the couch unable to move as the warmth between her legs was causing her juices to flow. She couldn’t believe that another woman was getting her excited. Then she felt those wonderfully trained hands work their way up her panty clad legs.

Linda hooked her fingers under Susan’s panty hose and panties, slowly watching as those two white mounds came into full view. What beautiful pair of buns, firm and white. She continued to pull the panty hose and panties off. Now Susan lay there naked as Linda rubbed her bare thighs and butt.

Linda’s fingers dropped down the crack of Susan’s ass and rubbed the soft tender flesh between Susan’s pussy and her dark hole.

Susan started to moan loudly and buck her hips, as a wave of pleasure came over her body.

As the wave subsided Linda had removed her clothes and whispered in Susan’s ear “turn over”

When Susan had turned over and had a whole new set of emotions ran through her as Linda climbed on escort maltepe top of her with her naked body. It felt so good as Linda nibbled on her neck, but she had never felt another woman’s bare breast and nipples rub against her. She felt gentle waves of excitement as Linda kissed her way down her body a stopped at each nipple gently sucking and licking them. The gentle waves turned to hard breakers as Linda nibbled her way over Susan’s stomach and approached her pubic mound. Linda’s tongue touched Susan’s love button and her body exploded into tidal waves of pleasure.

Linda could hardly hold on as Susan bucked and moaned. Linda continued to lick, and suck on her clit.

Finally the orgasm subsided and Susan and Linda rolled off the couch. Linda crawled up to Susan’s face, as their eyes met they moved close together and their lips met. Susan had never kissed a woman before but as their lips met she felt Linda’s tongue enter her mouth. She couldn’t believe it she was French kissing a woman and enjoying it. She raised her head and said to Linda “my turn”.

Linda lay back on the floor as Susan worked her way down her body, like she had done moments before to Susan.

Susan stopped and nibbled on Linda’s breast, they weren’t as large as Susan’s but that didn’t matter to Susan at this point. She continued down till she got to Linda’s pubic mound. Susan parted her lips and stared at that little nub at the top. Susan had never seen a woman this way, but stuck her tongue out and licked the little nub of flesh. It tasted kind of sweet, but like nothing she had ever tasted before. She licked it several more times and Linda moaned, grabbed the back of Susan’s head and pulled it to her. Susan took the nub between her lips and started to suck. That was all it took for Linda as she screamed “Yeeeesssss I’mmmm commmmmming” Linda released her hold on Susan. Susan crawled up and lay next to Linda, they faced each other kissed and fell asleep.

Susan woke up she gently crawled away from Linda. She stood up and looked down at the 22-year-old sleeping on the floor. Her soft skin and pudgy little body made her look like a baby. Susan thought about when Linda interviewed for the nanny job she had to check her ID real close and even called the employment agency back to verify her age. With her baby face looks and her short, she was barely over five foot tall, not really fat, but kind of round body Linda could pass for sixteen or younger if she tried.

Susan grabbed an afghan and a couch pillow off the couch; she placed the pillow under Linda’s head and covered her young naked body with the afghan. Susan gathered up her clothes, quietly opened the door and left the room. As she headed up the stairs to her room she thought “what a day, the first time she has been blackmailed, by a student no less, the first time she had a husband leave her, and the first time to make love to a woman.”

To Be Continued…

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The Old Fellahs Show Their Hands

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This is the final sequel to ‘The Old Fellah Needs a Hand’ which concludes the story of an eighteen year-old girl’s frolics with the neighbour she calls Gramps and her actual Grandpa, both in their eighties. Out of all the stories I’ve written, this one has been closest to my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

***

I was glad that Gramp’s flat wasn’t on another level of our apartment block, the skimpy tight dress I wore meant that to walk up or down a flight of stairs would’ve given anyone passing a close up view of my snatch. I had to keep yanking my hem down to cover my bum as I walked along, wishing I’d worn a longer jacket. I’d bought the mini-dress from a mail-order catalogue and had no idea it was so revealing until I tried it on in my bedroom; I’d never had the guts to wear it outside until today. Today was going to be a special day. The dress had a spring flower print in floral reds and I was wearing dark plum coloured hold-ups with beautiful lacy tops. I hated wearing heels so I had just slipped into my scruffy Converse boots. I didn’t think anyone would mind.

I let myself into Gramp’s place and found them both looking very relaxed in his lounge.

“Phew-whee, lookit you!” Gramps said, ogling me.

I crossed my arms and snarled, “I’m annoyed with you.”

“Aw, c’mon sweetheart, I-“

“Are you crazy!? Sending dirty pictures of me to members of my family? What were thinking?”

“Just one member, him.”

“We had discussed it,” Grandpa said.

“Oh, had you!” I was indignant but I wasn’t exactly sure why.

“I wouldn’t have done it if there’d been any chance of-“

“What if someone else had seen them? My Nana, my Mum!?”

“You were wearing a mask, babe. Remember?”

I lapsed into silence. Gramps and Grandpa exchanged glances.

“I’m going to give you some space,” Gramps huffed his hefty body up out of his armchair, “Gotta go shopping anyway, I got the munchies.”

They both chuckled. When Gramps had gone, Grandpa remained on the sofa, watching me with a broad smile on his face.

“I resent being manipulated,” I said.

“Of course you do. Anyone would.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like how it worked out…”

“You look very nice. Very nice. Very… sophisticated. Elegant.”

I pulled off my jacket and tried to climb down from the unreasonable height of my ire. Grandpa stood up and held me from behind, his arms wound around my belly.

“You are so beautiful,” his voice was dangerously soft, like the snake in Disney’s Jungle Book, “We both thought you wanted this, but that maybe you couldn’t admit it to yourself. So we… we nudged you along, that’s all.”

“You’re a right couple of playas, ain’tcha?”

There was quiet jazz playing, the room had a smoky haze lingering in the afternoon sun. I recognised the scent.

“Are you both high?”

Grandpa chuckled, “I had to steady my nerves, meeting you is, is, well, a date with a fantastically attractive young lady doesn’t happen every day.”

His kissed my neck. His hands began to roam over my body.

“You didn’t think grass was invented yesterday, did you? I’ve been smoking Mary Jane since I was younger than you are now. It goes with the jazz.”

“What’s this playing?”

“Baby, this is Coltrane.”

“Is cold train different to jazz?”

“Don’t worry about what it’s called, just let the tones flood over you, ride the music, feel the the flow of the notes he’s blowing.”

It was undoubtedly romantic music, I swayed gently with my Grandpa to the weird, changing rhythms that you couldn’t quite catch. He fondled my breasts and, being careful with my dress, he pulled the straps down off my shoulders and rolled the dress down until my boobs were bared. I heard him gasp hot breath in my ear as his rough, strong fingers held my naked boobs.

“Oh my,” he purred.

I closed my eyes and danced slowly to the atmospheric old-fashioned instruments. His hands toyed with boobs and my nipples were soon stiffly erect and sensitive to his playful touches, sending shivers of weird feelings running through the length of my entire body. Should I be doing this? I kept asking myself. I’d known this man all my life.

His hands strayed south and I smiled, knowing there was a naughty surprise in store for him. He wiggled up the hem of my dress so it was even shorter and his probing, exploring fingers soon discovered my lack of underwear; he dipped a single finger deep into my juicy pussy.

“Mm, you devil you,” he kissed me as he molested me deliciously, “No bra and no knickers, you little hussy.”

I turned so I could kiss him properly, he pushed two fingers up inside me as our tongues danced in a sloppy intimate smooch.

I took a breath from our passionate kiss and asked, “What

would you like to do first?”

I watched him ruminate on the many possibilities.

“Do you wanna eat me?” I suggested.

A wide grin spread across his face.

“You remembered, that I’ve never done that.”

“Not even with the sex workers?”

“The who?”

“The ataşehir escort prostitutes, Grandpa.”

“Oh, shit, honey, a whore’s cooze is the last place you’d want to lick, believe me.”

I pulled a face of disgust as he chortled and sat back down.

“Come to me, bring your sweet sugar over here, angel.”

I kicked off my sneakers and climbed up on the sofa, standing on the cushions so my cooze (what a cool word!) was level with his face. I brought my body closer as his hands ran up and down my smooth, soft, dark purple nylons. Feeling extremely shameless, I rubbed my sloppy cunt on my grandfather’s face.

I moaned out loud as I felt his tongue open me up and slide into my juicy mess. He circled his tongue and I moved my hips in response, fucking his mouth. He kissed me and licked me and I rode the waves of depraved pleasure that were coursing through me. His hands were constantly on the move, stroking my legs and bum as I squished my pussy on his eager, greedy mouth.

When he found my hard, hot, little button to nibble, on my mind turned to liquid and I cried out. I humped my pussy against him and his head was knocked back against the wall with a violent thud. We dissolved into giggles and I lowered myself to his lap as he laughed and rubbed his injured skull. I kissed him and devoured the scent and flavour of my nasty creamy cunt on his lips.

“Looks like you had the munchies too, Grandpa.”

We kissed again for several long minutes. My crush on him was just growing bigger and bigger and my overwhelming emotions poured out of me through the passion of my kisses. I must’ve been sucking the very breath from my grandfather’s aged smoker’s lungs because he pried me off his face.

“Easy, tiger,” he complained hoarsely.

I buried my face in his neck, panting.

I whispered in his ear, “Can we fuck now? Please?”

“It would be impolite to refuse such a charming request.”

I squatted on the floor, giving Grandpa room to unbutton and push down his trousers and underwear. I smirked with admiration at his upright, proudly erect cock, displaying all the rigour of a man sixty years his junior. The only thing that gave away his age was the cute white pubes nestled at the base of his thick pink throbber. He watched me watching him as he gave it a few strokes.

“I have some rubbers in my coat, over there,” he said, gesturing with his head.

“Yes, condoms, right, yes.”

I laughed at how hypnotic it was to watch him wank. I retrieved a condom from his pack.

“I had words with Frank about you two not using a rubber, that was very risky of you.”

He wagged his finger at me. I caught it and brought it to my mouth to slurp on. He left it in my sucking mouth as I knelt down and ran my hands over his thighs and his cock and balls. He pulled his finger out of my mouth, it dripped with my saliva, and stopped jerking his cock.

“I’m sorry, Grandpa, about the unprotected sex. I got carried away.”

I turned my head so I could rub my lips up and down his wide, warm shaft. He opened his thighs wider and the smell of his sweaty crotch was flipping my insides around. I swirled my tongue on the stinky dew-drop hole at the tip of his penis.

“I guess I’m just a bad girl.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

My fingers trembled with excitement as I stretched the condom over his stiff meat. I put one knee on the sofa and eased my pussy on to the fat head of his dick. I sank down on him. I gasped and convulsed as he filled me. I immediately began screwing my pussy on to him with all my inexperienced but enthusiastic effort. He raised his eyes to the ceiling in an expression of ecstasy.

“I’d forgotten how young pussy feels,” his husky voice was breaking up.

“How do I feel?”

He snorted and wheezed, “Fucking tight!”

I squeezed him internally, trapping him with an animal clench and he exhaled a long, blissful breath. We found our rhythm and I was happy to do all the work, fucking this lovely, sexy old man as he groped and slobbered over my bouncing boobs.

“That looks fun!”

Gramps was standing in the room and watching us with an undisguised joy. I buried my face in my grandfather’s neck.

“Does he have to be here?” I asked, pleased really.

“Now, honey, that’s not nice. It is his home, after all.”

“But-“

“And he did help bring us together. I think he deserves some… consideration. It would be the nice thing to do if you gave him a little nosh.”

“What’s a nosh?”

I turned my head to find that my elderly pervert neighbour had dropped his pants and was holding his fully engorged prick out to me as a peace offering. He stepped closer and rubbed it over my lips and nose. It left a sticky residue on my face.

“He means… suck on it,” Gramps grinned.

I looked at my grandfather and then at the other old fella. I looked at my grandfather again and he gave me a reassuring nod. I looked up at my dastardly neighbour and I opened my mouth. He pushed in his swollen, bulbous cockhead and I started kadıköy escort bayan to suck.

“Oh, good girl,” Grandpa said.

I tried and failed to fuck and suck at the same time, it was like rubbing your tummy and patting the top of your head. After a few comical minutes of graceless uncoordination, I worked out that all I had to do was allow myself to be their toy. Grandpa sensed my surrendering to their powerful thrusts and the way he touched me comforted and encouraged me, letting me know I was doing a good job. He held on to my hips and pushed up into me, his strong arms lifting and dropping me on his fat cock in such a darling way that I was soon creaming all over him.

Gramps was holding my head with one hand and guiding his sexy old dick in and out of my mouth as I kept my lips tight around the pulsating helmet. I was riding an earthquake and very near to coming. I was a dribbling, drooling, sweating, gushing mess. They were discussing me as their cocks plunged in and out of me and their hands wandered over every inch of my flesh and nylon-covered legs. Even though they complimented my physical attributes, it felt so dirty and wrong to be talked about like a ‘thing’. These aged dudes had turned me into their slut, their toy, their plaything and I felt truly at home with my newly adopted role. I should stop fighting this, I told myself, and accept just how amazingly good it felt.

“James,” Gramps said and I panicked, wondering who the fuck James was and if a third cock-wielding pensioner was about to get involved but then my fevered brain remembered that James was my grandpa’s real name.

“James,” he repeated, gritting his teeth, “I am about to unload in your granddaughter’s mouth. ‘Zzat alright?”

“Be my guest,” replied Grandpa.

Gramps’ hand tightened on my hair, gripping me and dragging me along his dick until he was poking at my gargling throat. After a minute of eye-watering suffocation I tried to pull away and the first waves of hot daddycum erupted down my gullet. His body spasmed, his belly shook and it seemed to pour out of him, drowning me. His hand released me and I jerked back my head. He held his prick up against my face and shot hot stringy spunks over me until he was spent and collapsed, panting heavily, on the sofa.

I raised my chin and swallowed all the salty gooey fluid in my filthy cock-sucking mouth as Grandpa resumed bouncing me up and down his dick, making my bottom wobble with each shuddering impact. Moments later I succumbed to the first thigh-cramping, stomach-churning, cum-squirting, thunderous squealing orgasm I’d ever experienced in my young life (sadly, I would go on to have precious few of those in the years to come; each one a treasure to be remembered fondly).

I was lying on the floor. Tremors were being triggered in my limbs and in my body and under my skin and in my eyelids and fingertips as I writhed and whimpered. I think I may have been talking but it was probably gibberish. I rolled on to my back and tried to catch my thoughts and assemble them into some kind of rational order.

“How long have I been here?” I asked.

“On the floor? About a minute, maybe two,” Grandpa replied.

I felt a hand patting my leg.

“You alright, angel?”

I opened my eyes and tilted my head to see Gramps passing Grandpa a smoking joint as they watched me.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she?” Grandpa said.

Gramps just nodded and blew out a white fume of pungent smoke.

All I could do was breathe and tingle. I was wearing my pretty little dress like a belt and felt conspicuously naked. One of my stockings had descended to below my knee. I couldn’t say for how long but I curled up in a ball on Gramp’s carpet and took some time to let my racing heart calm and allow the dreamy elation I was experiencing to wash over me.

The hot sweat on my skin began to cool and I found my longing for more fun and games was rekindled. I rolled over and got on to my knees and elbows. I wriggled my butt at Grandpa and slapped my hand down hard upon one buttock.

“Dearest grandfather,” I said, my voice croaking, “Do we do it now?”

“Do what now, my love? What do you mean?”

“Is this the moment you stick it in my ass?”

Gramps guffawed and Grandpa laughed.

“I can’t think of a better time than right now,” he was still laughing as he joined me on the floor, whingeing about how painful it was on his poor old knees.

“I’ll, er, give you two some privacy,” Gramps said, hauling his body up off the sofa and exiting the room.

“Frank!” my grandfather called, “Mate, do you have any olive oil?”

Gramps shouted from his kitchen that he did and re-entered carrying a dark green bottle. He tipped up the bottle and I felt the slimy liquid being drizzled over my bottom.

“Extra virgin,” he joked with a stoned chuckle and then left us alone.

“I’ll need another rubber, I took the last one off while you were rolling about on the floor.”

I looked back over my shoulder at him, “You won’t need to use a condom escort maltepe up my bum, Grandpa.”

“Oh, that’s… no, I suppose I won’t. I’ve never done this without one before.”

“Then this’ll be a first time for both of us.”

I laid my head down on my arms and pushed my behind out high, offering him my exposed orifice. I heard the squelching of him lubing up his cock and then his fingers sliding around my increasingly oily hole.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I wasn’t. The head of his dick nudged my slimy shithole. I tensed up.

“Relax, baby, let it… that’s it…”

He pushed hard and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the head that felt as big an elephant’s foot pierced my bum. Once the head was in I felt the rest of his length slide inside with relative ease. He pulled it back out and then shoved it back again. I expressed some weird, indescribable noises as he repeated this a few times. My body shuddered at each motion, my boobs jiggling back and forth. Each time I was as shocked at the re-entry as much as I whimpered at the withdrawal.

“Oh my, this is so… fucking… tight!”

I was glad he was so pleased. It wasn’t the worst thing I’d

ever gone through, but I wasn’t sure how pleasurable it was. I was worried that my invaded anus would never be the same again. Grandpa was grunting and shoving, shagging my arsehole with a energy that surprised me.

“Oh my,” he said, pounding away behind me, “You drive me crazy.”

I felt his passionate thrusts increasing in tempo and force. He leaned over me, his full weight upon my back. I couldn’t hold him up and I crumpled to the floor, my bunghole squeezed him even tighter as he too collapsed. There was a moment of stillness as he lay on top of me, squishing me into the carpet and then his thick cock throbbed in my sensitive butt and he was flooding my bowels with fountains of sperm. He bore down upon me and pumped his erupting semen deep into me.

After, he rested on me, breathless, sweating and murmuring sweet nothings in my ear.

He realised that I might be feeling a little crushed. He apologised and pushed himself up on his arms, lifting his weight off my prone body and allowing me to fidget and stretch. He asked if he had hurt me, I wasn’t sure if he meant with the crushing or the buttfucking.

“A bit,” I admitted, “Specially at the end.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

He was genuinely concerned.

“I wanted to be a good whore.”

“No one can say you weren’t that, baby. If you, er, let go I can, um, pull it out.”

“Grandpa?”

“Yes sweet angel?”

“When it… when you take it out,” I was embarrassed, “Will I poop?”

“No, honey, there’s no way that tight little hole is going to be leaking anything nasty. Believe me.”

*******

I found Gramps lying on his bed, reading. He put down his book and stroked my legs as I sat next to him.

“How’s your cute bum?” he asked.

“Violated,” I joked, “Brutally.”

“You’re braver than I am! I wouldn’t like it done to me.”

I lay down alongside him.

“Perhaps we should try it? I’ll order a horse-dick dildo off the web and I’ll bring it round one night. Just make sure you’ve got some olive oil.”

“I’ll give that a miss, if it’s all the same to you?”

“Wimp.”

I kissed him. He rolled on to his side and looked at me, touching my face tenderly.

“If I was a younger man, I’d snap you up and never let you go. I’d keep you ’til the end of time!”

I smiled at the romantic pervert.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

I ran my fingers through his grey hair and raised my face to kiss him.

“It’s hard to stay mad at someone when your face is still wearing their cum.”

We were still frenching when Grandpa exited the bathroom and came to find us.

“I see you two have made up nicely,” he chuckled and lay on the bed next to me.

I was in a senior sandwich, and I alternated kisses with each of them as four hands began to explore me. Their fingers met at my still swollen, still sensitive slit and they played with me in a luscious and irresistible way. My heart was filled with affection for them both and my body responded to their tender but determined touches.

I opened my thighs wider to allow them more easy access and they accepted the challenge. I closed my eyes and relished their attention. I wasn’t sure whose fingers were doing what exactly but I was touched everywhere I needed to be to create another rising surge of orgasm, building up inside me on a crescent of accelerating emotions.

They leaned down and each (had they planned and timed this?) began to suckle on one of my nipples as their expert filthy fingering drove me on closer and closer to climax. Suddenly my mind was filled with an image of them both using me at the same time, Gramps screwing my cunt and Grandpa banging away up my arse. I felt a thumb spear my butthole as I was having this daydream and my imagination took me over the edge and I jiggled and wriggled in a wailing, squawking climax.

Dumb fireworks exploded in my muscles, my legs twitched like I was a sleeping dog dreaming of chasing rabbits. I lay in pooled patch of own warm sticky juices. I smelled so nasty. They lay on ether side of me, licking my most moist areas and gently touching my electrified skin.

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Mr. Fixit

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It was just another day for Tracy. The kids had left for school, and all the day held for her now was housework and perhaps a trip to the store. Some days she wondered why she bothered getting out of bed. Ever since her divorce eight months earlier, her husband preferring a younger, blonder woman from his office to his own family, she had been doing the best she could to take one day at a time.

With a sigh, she opened the washing machine and filled it with dirty laundry. It never failed to amaze her just how much laundry three children could create. Leaving the machine to fill, she retreated to the kitchen and made herself her second cup of coffee for the day while she browsed over the ever-increasing pile of bills on the bench. Lost in thought, she was quickly brought back to reality when there was a loud banging noise coming from the laundry. She almost spilled her coffee, setting it down and running to see what could have cause such a racket.

At the door of the laundry she came to an abrupt halt, staring unbelievingly at what lay before her. For some reason, the machine had not stopped filling when it should have and overflowed onto the floor, flooding the room and shorting out the machine. For Tracy, this was just the latest thing to go wrong in a string of steadily mounting problems. Looking at the flooded floor, the pile of thoroughly saturated laundry, and her now broken washing machine, Tracy was on the verge of tears. Taking a deep breath, she headed back into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

Calling a local handyman, she was disappointed when his phone was picked up by his answering machine. Leaving a message, she headed back to the laundry. She could hardly expect anyone to look at her machine in all that mess. On her hands and knees, she mopped up the water, squeezing it into a bucket, and mopping up more. No sooner had she finished when there was a knock at the front door.

“Mrs. Parks, I’m Trevor Griffin from Fix-it-quick, you left a message that you needed your washing machine looked at?” Trevor was a nice looking guy, not model material, but handsome in his own way. At twenty-eight, he was the most eligible bachelor in his sports club, but had never found a woman who could hold his interest for long. He had never been one to be interested in the flippant young women who seemed to be a part of his social scene. He was well built, tall and dark. His face was set in what seemed to be a permanent smile, and his eyes sparked as he spoke. Shaking her head, Tracy tried to get her mind back to the reason he was here, the washer. She was a little disturbed by the fact that he stirred her interest, no man had done that since her husband left, and it wasn’t something she was comfortable with at all.

“It was nice of you to come so fast Trevor. I’m not sure what happened to it, but I need it fixed as quickly as possible.” She led the way through the house and out to the laundry, pointing to the machine and letting go of another heavy sigh. Setting down his tools, he unplugged the machine from the wall, he pulled it into the center of the room, then turned it around to make the back more accessible. Tracy leaned against the doorframe and watched, more for something different to do than having any real interest in the repairs. Trevor looked up at her and gave her a friendly smile before picking up a screwdriver and setting to work removing the back of the machine. He chatted about all kinds of things, making small talk seem interesting, and Tracy began to feel a lot more comfortable with him being there.

Noticing the time, Tracy offered him a cup of coffee and some cake, both of which he accepted quite happily. Sitting on the floor of the laundry, eating her home made chocolate cake like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, he looked like a big kid and she could not help but smile at him.

“You have ataşehir escort a lovely smile Mrs. Parks, you should smile more often.” The way he said it was more a matter of fact than a compliment, but it made Tracy blush none the less. “Please, just call me Tracy. I have not been Mrs. Parks for quite some time.” She felt a little odd saying that. After ten years of marriage it was hard to get used to the fact she was no longer anyone’s wife.

Trevor raised an eyebrow, his interest in her growing steadily as he learned more about her. “Well Tracy, you really should smile more. I’m serious. You could brighten up a whole house with that smile.” He was a little surprised at how much she blushed at his compliments, and it encouraged him all the more. The women he was used to seeing more or less demanded compliments, and certainly never blushed, often making him feel like he was the weaker of the two sexes, and making it impossible for him to be romantic. Seeing Tracy blush like that was the most romantic thing he had seen in a long time, and it became increasingly obvious that this woman, was a lady.

Tracy bit her bottom lip shyly. Compliments from strange men were not something she was good at receiving, quickly making an excuse that she had something to do in the kitchen and ducking away. She could almost see Trevor smirking as she made her escape, covering her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. She felt like a schoolgirl, silly and shy, but it felt nice to have a man’s attention again. Having given him the last of the chocolate cake, she set about making another, hoping he would still be there to have another piece when it was done. As she put the cake in the oven and set the timer, she heard him call out for her to come and see something.

Kneeling down beside him, she peered into the back of the machine and looked to where he was pointing. The problem was simple enough, and easy to fix, but he wanted her to see how it was done incase it happened again, and she could fix it herself without the expense of a repairman. She appreciated that he would go to so much trouble for her, not many would, and as she turned her head to thank him for his kindness, their eyes locked, their faces no more than a breath apart. His lips touched hers for just a moment before she pulled back and stuttered something about the cake in the oven needing checking and bolting from the room.

Trevor followed her out to the kitchen, thinking to apologize if he upset her in some way, but seeing her leaning against the kitchen sick, looking out of the window, her shapely ass pushed out just a little, it gave him ideas other than saying he was sorry. Stepping quietly up behind her, he pressed himself against her ass, his hands circling her waist and his lips finding the side of her neck, kissing it softly.

Tracy protested, trying to pull free of his strong, yet tender hold. “Trevor, please don’t. I need my washer fixed, nothing more.”

He pulled her harder against him, letting her feel his ever-stiffening cock through his pants, resting it harder against her ass. His mouth found her ear and he sucked softly on her lobe. “You want me.”

She could feel his hardness pushed into the crease between the cheeks of her ass, his hot breath on her neck, his whispered words, and the heat in her body began to rise. As much as her passion surfaced, so did her fears and she found it impossible to surrender to him, or to herself. “No.”

Trevor could hear her words telling him no, but could feel her body responding to his touch, and it was telling him yes. Moving his hands up to her breasts, he squeezed them gently, rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples through her blouse. “Liar. You want me.”

Tracy’s body was on fire. It had been so long since she had felt the pleasures or attentions of a man, and vibrating toys only kadıköy escort bayan fulfilled a part of her natural needs. His mouth found her throat; his tongue bathing it in his hot touch, “No.” but this time her word was more like a soft moan than an objection.

He turned her body to face his, his hand cupping the side of her face, lifting her chin and bending to cover her mouth with his own. Parting her lips with his tongue, he began to explore her mouth, her tongue meeting his in an oral love dance that left her panting and hot. Again he whispered onto her lips. “You want me.”

This time she could not deny it. She wanted him. She wanted him like she had never wanted a man before. It made her feel cheep and wanton, lusting for a man she had only just met, a man close to 10 years her junior, but she didn’t care, she wanted him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into the tight muscles of his back, she breathed heavily. “Yes. Yes I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifter her against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carrying her down the hall and through the open door of her bedroom. Laying her back on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him, he lay on top of her panting form, kissing her hard, driving his tongue deeper and harder into her willing mouth. Her fingers dug deep into his hair, pulling his head harder against her, hungering for more than she could get. Devouriong kisses turned rapidly to nips and nibbles, his mouth finding her neck and her throat. She moaned loudly, encouraging him onward.

The buttons on the front of her housedress gave way easily, her magnificant breasts bursting forth to meet his moistened lips. He lingered there, suckling and licking until her nipples were ready to burst and lustful moans told him it was time to taste a little more of her wondrous feminine offerings. His hands replaced his lips on her breasts, and his mouth was quick to meet it’s next destination, the intensity of his hunger for her making it increasingly difficult to take things slow. He wanted to take her, to rip her clothing away and bury his cock deep within her lush feminine center, but she was worth more than that. She was not a woman to be treated so carelessly. She was a lady, and he would take pride in giving her as much pleasure as he could.

Her panties, moist and clinging, were now the only obstacle between him and the sweet desert he hungered for. He took the edge of them in his teeth and pulled them slowly down her slender legs, taking in a deep breath of her aromatic sex as his nose passed over it. She smelt divine, intoxicating, alluring, and he could not wait a second longer to taste her. Running the tip of his tongue up the inside of her thigh, he felt her shudder, delighting in the way her body responded to his touch. Never had a woman’s reaction to his touch caused him to become so aroused. He ached to be inside her, yet burned to see just where this journey could take them, loving every moan that escaped her lips and wanting to hear more.

As his tongue reached the fur-covered junction of her legs, he moved his hand down to part her tender folds and allow him easy access to her hardening clit. She gasped as his tongue found its mark, digging her fingers into his thick dark hair once more and pulling his mouth harder against her throbbing sex. His finger slid easily into her hot wet depths, his tongue following it, taking a long drink of her sweet creamy filling. Her hips lifted, and gyrated, her moans turning to quick pants and he as surprised at how quickly she had become ready to climax.

Sliding a second finger into her, and a third, he took her clit between his lips and began to suck hard, pushing into her with his fingers, driving her harder and harder until at last she cried out in ecstasy. Her escort maltepe fingers dug deep into the bedclothes, her body shuddering as her virginal walls contracted around his fingers and covered them in delicious creamy love juices.

As she lay there, gasping for breath and letting the wave of pleasure wash over her, he began to lick once more, moving his fingers inside her again in a steady rhythm with his tongue. His return to her now overly sensation clit sent a shock through her she had not expected. Grabbing his hair, she looked down at him, her eyes begging him to stop. “Please, no more.”

He smiled at her wickedly, pushing his fingers deeper into her pulsing hole, running his tongue hard across her clit. “Yes, more.” Sucking her clit hard, she cried out, desperately wanting him to stop, but at the same time, hoping he never would. Never had she climaxed more than once in a single session of love making, that thought slipping quickly from her mind as her body was overwhelmed with another surge of orgasmic release. This time, as she reached her peak, he didn’t give her time to catch her breath, climbing up her body and driving his hard cock deep into her love canal. She screamed as he filled her completely. Screaming in the intensity of her pleasure, digging her fingers into the flesh of his back, gouging deep red marks into his skin, spurring him on.

Harder and harder he drove into her, taking her orgasm to heights she had thought to be only fiction in books. Her body and mind lost all control, her emotions breaking loose as she sobbed and laughed at the same time, her body shuddering uncontrollably. With a groan and one last tremendous thrust, Trevor filled her cavern with his seed, pumping and draining every drop into her milky depths. At last he was spent, laying down beside her and pulling her into his embrace as she sobbed.

With her head on his chest, his strong arms enfolding her, his mouth covering her forehead in soft kisses, Tracy had never felt so complete. Her soft sobs were unstoppable, but the were sobs of pleasure and release, of pure contentment. It was not long before the sweetest of dream came to claim her, and she slept.

Tracy was awakened by the sounds of her children coming home from school, and she was a little surprised to find her bedroom door closed. Trevor was gone, and the washing machine was not only fixed and running, but filled with laundry. He had cleaned up any mess left by the washing machine, and had even taken the cake out of the oven and set it on the bench to cool. The feeling she had could only be described as bitter sweet, and with a sigh, she headed for the shower.

Later that evening, as Tracy was setting the table for dinner, there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it she was stunned to see Trevor standing there, shaved and nicely dressed, the most beautiful bunch of flowers she had ever seen in his hands.

“You came back.” It was all she could think to say.

“I had to.” His smile was soft, and his eyes sparked as he looked down at her.

“But why?” She was plainly confused, her heart and mind not daring to even touch upon what she hoped his answer would be.

“Because when I left here today I left something with you that is very important to me, so I had no choice but to come back.”

Tracy thought for a moment. He had left nothing behind that she had seen. Tilting her head to the side a little, she asked, “What did you forget?”

His hand reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek, brushing her hair back behind her ear so he could see her face a little better. “My heart.” With those two words, he bent and kissed her gently, his lips lingering on hers for what seemed an eternity.

Biting her bottom lip shyly, Tracy was a little unsure of what to say next. Accepting the flowers he extended to her, she brought them to her nose and smelled their sweet fragrance. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“I would love to.” Taking his hand, she led him down the hall to the dining room and sat him down to have dinner with her family. It was a dinner that was to last them the rest of their lives.

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Mrs O’Grady’s Boarding House for Young Women

A boarding house where the female residents pay their rent by services rendered to male clientele.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence. To the author’s knowledge, institutions such as the one described in this story do not exist and are completely fabrications of the author’s imagination.

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“Geez, I’m totally skint,” complained Jessie.

“Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to have some cash so I’ll buy lunch for us. Sound good?” replied Melissa, a friend she’d met when she first arrived in the city.

Over lunch in an average café, Jessie, who had recently arrived from the country where she’d been working on a ranch, told her friend that work was just impossible to find unless you had experience.

“And how am I going to get experience without having work? It’s a catch 22 situation. I don’t want to have to go home again to be told ‘I told you so’ by my know-it-all parents, but I simply cannot afford to stay here. The rent I’m paying for a run-down room is exorbitant. Food’s expensive and I have only a few dollars left before I have nothing. Please, Melissa, as the only person in this god-forsaken city who even gives a damn, what do you advise?”

Melissa stared into her eyes for a long moment. “Well,” she began at length, “There are several options. Firstly you could simply go home, but I know you don’t want to do that. Secondly you could keep searching for a job, but you’ve been doing that for, how long now?”

“Four weeks,” muttered Jessie.

“Yeah, well if you’ve found nothing in the last four weeks you’ll be unlikely to find anything in the next four. Or you could change your accommodation to a less expensive option like I did when I was in your predicament a year or so ago.”

“But the room I have now is a slum, anything cheaper is bound to be worse,” reasoned Jessie.

“Not necessarily so. My room is wonderful; it has a pleasant view, is quite large, has a very comfortable king size bed, has an ensuite and a small kitchen. Everything I could want actually.”

“And just how much does this palace cost you?” sneered Jessie.

“Well, actually, nothing; not a cent. But I do have to do some work providing services for people in return, and then not only do I receive free accommodation, but also free food and even a small cash allowance.”

“That sounds almost too good to be true,” replied Jessie, “Are there any vacancies? It sounds just perfect.”

“Well, actually one of the other girls left last week, no need to go into the reasons for that, so there is a vacancy at present. You interested?”

“Absolutely. Can we check it out now? Hey, and we’d be living in the same accommodation. That’d be cool. What’s this place called?”

“Yes, we can check it out this afternoon, and yes that’d be cool and the name of the place is Mrs O’Grady’s Boarding House for Young Women.”

“Hmmm, that sounds a little pedantic and old fashioned. We don’t need to wear ball gowns when we eat or anything like that do we?”

Melissa laughed. “No, of course not, this is the 21st century. There are some dress standards but they are very informal and never strict, in fact, if the truth be known, they are often extremely casual. You’ll see when you get there. Hurry and finish your lunch then we’ll go.”

They finished their lunch and quickly walked the three blocks to the boarding house, where Melissa let them in a side door with her key. The first thing Jessie noticed was that it was very tastefully decorated with discreet lighting, thick carpets and drapes and wall hangings in profusion. It gave the air of being opulent without being flashy.

Melissa led Jessie through several corridors until she finally came to a large entrance foyer opening onto the main street with a wide, grandiose stairway leading upstairs. To one side was an office with a large dark-stained wooden door on which Melissa knocked and waited. The door was opened by a young woman, well dressed in an almost transparent top and short tight skirt.

“Melissa,” she greeted, “How may I help you?”

“This is my friend Jessie and she’s really short of money and I told her a little about this place and she thinks she’d like to live here.”

“Well, I guess she’d better have a chat with Mrs O’Grady then. Come on through. By the way, Jessie, my name’s Trish.”

Trish led them across her outer office and knocked on an inner office door which was opened by an elegantly dressed older woman. She smiled at Melissa and then flicked kartal escort bayan her eyes over Jessie as Trish explained the situation.

“So you think you might like to stay here for a while,” she said.

“Yes please. I’m used to hard work and can do just about anything,” replied Jessie.

Mrs O’Grady chuckled. “Well, the work’s not really hard, is it Melissa?”

“No, Ma’am,” replied Melissa.

“And being willing to do almost anything would certainly be a distinct advantage. We do have a vacancy so I am very willing to give you a room for a trial period, say one week. Would that suit you? It would give you time to work out whether you wanted to remain and it would give us time to see how well you were suited to the tasks expected of you.”

“Oh thank you Mrs O’Grady, thank you so very much. You don’t know how much this means to me,” gushed Jessie.

“Yes, well, we’ll see. You may change your mind after a few days but till then you can have room 17; first floor, next to Melissa’s. She’ll show you where it is. Melissa, can you please also explain the basics of what Jessie needs to know. Oh and by the way, just call me Ma’am, please.”

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am, I assure you that you’ll not be disappointed.”

Melissa escorted Jessie to her new room 17, next to Melissa’s room 16, and showed Jessie in. Jessie was dumbfounded when she saw what, to her, was unaccustomed luxury. She spent a few minutes exploring the room and fittings while Melissa showed her how things worked. Once she had finished exploring, Melissa sat her on the bed and began to tell her what was expected.

“This is not your usual boarding house,” she began, “It does serve another purpose. It is a well-known entertainment establishment for men.”

“Oh, you mean like a gambling den or something like that,” interrupted Jessie.

“Yes, something like that. Men may just call in for a while or may often stay the night.”

“So what has that to do with us?”

“God, you are so naïve!” exclaimed Melissa. “When men stay here the night, they stay with the young women who live here, in the same rooms, in the same beds, and I hope I don’t have to explain what happens between the sheets.”

Jessie was silent for a few minutes, then hung her head in embarrassment. “No, you don’t,” she muttered, then raised her eyes to meet Melissa’s. “So what you’re telling me is that I now live in a brothel.”

“Well, you put it so crudely, so I’ll be blunt; yes. But don’t ever let Mrs O’Grady hear you use the ‘b’ word. She considers this establishment to be a far higher standard than a common old brothel. So let’s get to the nitty gritty. You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No. One of the ranch hands saw to that last year.”

“A pity as you would have received a large bonus. But it can’t be helped and it’s probably best for you. Are you on the pill and do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

“Yes and no. I went on the pill just in case I met some lothario who fancied me in this big city, but no such luck.”

“Right, so you’re ready to start work straight off. I’ll let Mrs O’G know. The going rate for us is 10% of what the client pays plus free board and meals, so long as you service at least four clients per week. Less than that and you receive less cash, more than that and you’ll get a bonus. Mrs O’G is quite generous to those who work hard but just try not to get on the wrong side of her. I’ll go now. I have a booking in a short time. Trish will be up to measure you for some sexy clothing. See you later and good luck.”

“Thank you again, I think,” replied a distinctly less enthusiastic and more nervous Jessie as Melissa closed the door behind her.

Jessie lay on the bed and thought. So she suddenly lived in a brothel and was about to begin work as a prostitute. Oh well, at least she couldn’t complain that life was boring.

During that afternoon Trish took Jessie under her wing, explaining the rules, sorting out some elegantly sexy clothing for her to wear when meeting clients, organizing an STD test for her, buying some cosmetics that suited her skin color, introducing her to many of the other residents and eventually gave her an appointment with her first client the following day. Jessie had a moment of panic.

“What do I do when I meet him?” she asked, “I mean, it’s not as though I can just say ‘I know you’re here to fuck me so fuck away’.”

“Just talk with him as though he was any guy with whom you wanted to be friends,” advised Trish. “Many of these guys are here because they’re lonely and want company, not just sex. It’s not like we can do a dry run; every time’s for real. Just remember he’s not here for you to fall in love with, just to provide a service to, and the golden rule, always use a condom.”

“Yeah, I guess it will be OK. He’ll probably be as nervous as me anyway.”

The appointment time the following day came around too fast; time dragged then suddenly it was there. A lunch date escort maltepe with a guy who gave his name as Jake; probably not his real name and Jessie noticed he wore a wedding ring. The date went well, Jessie thought, and she told Melissa about it that evening as they sat together on her bed.

“We met in the foyer and he seemed nice enough. It felt strange to be hugged and pecked on the cheek by a total stranger but then he held my hand and we stepped out onto the street. I felt like everyone was staring at us, as if they all knew who we were and what we were going to be doing.

“He took me to a very nice restaurant where we had a light lunch. I had a glass of wine and he had a beer, and we chatted a bit about ourselves, revealing little but filling in the space so we sort of got to know each other. I guess he was my type, at least superficially, and I found him easy to talk with. Lunch went well, then it was my turn to lead.

“We headed back here and I led him to my room, closing the door behind us. I then approached him and embraced him, reaching my lips up for him to kiss, which he did. Soon we were open-mouthed kissing and I felt myself starting to become aroused. Slowly and sensuously we undressed each other until we were both fully naked. His cock seemed enormous and I wondered if it would all fit inside me, but I needn’t have been concerned. He began stroking me all over and led me to the bed so we could be more comfortable, as he said.

“He asked me to suck him so I did. I’d never sucked a man’s cock so had no idea what to do, but he seemed to like it just fine and very soon he told me he was nearly ready to cum so I’d better stop if I didn’t want that. Well, I’d never had a man cum in my mouth and was curious about how it felt and what his juice tasted like, so I just kept on going. A few seconds later I felt my mouth filling with liquid and I had to swallow or drown. It tasted sort of salty but certainly not unpleasant. Jake had tensed right up and then relaxed after he squirted and we rested for a while as I explored his balls and he caressed my nipples and my pussy, inserting first one then two fingers into my hole. It felt really good, especially when he found my button and rubbed that.

“About twenty minutes later he rolled me onto my back and positioned himself over me. I had the presence of mind to tell him he needed a condom and rolled one onto his hard cock. It was very similar to what I did in practice with Trish using a carrot. He then pulled my legs wide apart and entered me slowly. I felt every inch of his wonderful hard cock move into me, stimulating the nerves in my pussy walls as it first pressed them gently then spread them wide to effect its passage. It felt much nicer and I was much wetter than when I’d had sex with the farm hand on the ranch. His cock filled me so wonderfully that I really enjoyed making love with him. He massaged my breasts and nipples and kept on fucking me for ages, probably because he’d already cum, until I felt that I was going to cum. I told him this and he thrust harder and faster into me and suddenly I was there.

“It was my first orgasm with a man and it felt wonderful. I held him tightly, pressed myself against him and really let myself go, so much so that he came again too. I’d have loved to feel his cum flood my pussy but I guess the condom prevented that, but I did feel a warm fullness inside me. Then we lay together, panting and kissing until his cock shrank. He then held the condom as he withdrew carefully. I felt so empty and would have loved to have his hard cock in me again, but I guess that all good things have to end sometime. We then lay on the bed for a while, kissing and fondling each other, then dressed and kissed and I escorted him to the lobby and he left.”

“Wow, that was awesome,” replied Melissa. “It sure sounds like you had a good time too. What a way to start life as a pro.”

“Well, I certainly hope they’re all like that.”

“Be great if they were but they’re not. Many are uncaring and simply use you as a receptacle. Often they don’t see you or treat you as a human being but simply take their pleasure and leave. However, Trish does try to arrange someone pretty good for the first time so looks like she succeeded this time.”

“Yes. I’m really looking forward to my next appointment. It’s really strange, for weeks I’ve been slogging my guts out looking for work and now I have all this time with little to do. I’ll have to find a hobby or something.”

Melissa looked at Jessie in a calculating way for a few seconds, then took the bull by the horns.

“Well, many of the girls feel the same way and most of us have found ways to deal with it in a very pleasant manner,” began Melissa hesitantly. “Have you ever made love with a woman?”

“No, never. Never even thought about it. Is that what girls here do to occupy themselves and keep themselves amused?”

“Yes, most girls, almost all of them, are bisexual, which means they are as happy pendik escort making love with a woman as with a man. They’re not strictly lesbians because lesbos don’t usually like being fucked by a cock, so that makes them bi. Have you thought of it at all?”

“Well, I’ve heard of it but never thought to try it. Of course I’ve masturbated myself to some wonderful orgasms, but I’ve never done it with another woman. It sounds like fun though; do you have time to teach me now please? Could we make love together now, do you think?”

“Sure, honey, why not,” replied Melissa moving herself closer to Jessie. She then leant forward and kissed her full on the lips, a long, lingering, tongue-filled kiss that left them both panting afterwards.

“Oooh, that felt wonderful,” said Jessie breathlessly after they had broken the kiss, “Can we do that again please?”

“Of course, as many times as you like,” replied Melissa once again initiating a sexy kiss and this time toppling them sideways so they lay face to face on the bed, still kissing as their free upper hands roamed over their bodies. They broke the kiss briefly.

“Follow with your hand what I do with my hand,” instructed Melissa.

They resumed kissing and Melissa began introducing her hand under Jessie’s top, cupping then kneading her breasts, feeling her own breasts being cupped and kneaded in turn by Jessie. She reached around and unclipped her bra, feeling he breasts hang free once Jessie followed suit, then began gently caressing, squeezing, and twisting her nipples.

Melissa had done all this to herself but never to someone else and had never had it done to her by someone else. The effect was extremely arousing, not only from the sensations felt by her own nipples, but also by the knowledge that what she was doing to Melissa was causing her to feel the same way. It also seemed to flow through her hand and arm and the sensations of Melissa’s breasts in her hands seemed to arouse her also. She became aware that she was very wet between her legs.

Melissa must have been the same way because in a few minutes she lowered her hand to Jessie’s legs and ran them up her thighs under her short skirt, then moved from the outside to the inside of her thigh. Jessie moaned as she felt Melissa’s hand so close to her sopping mound and repeated the movements on Melissa, eliciting a moan in response. Both women continued caressing the pubic area, avoiding the more sensitive labia and clitoris for the time being, focusing on pure sensual enjoyment of each other’s body.

After a long few minutes, by which time each woman was humping her pussy against the other’s hand trying to gain more stimulation, Melissa eased Jessie’s panties down her legs then began caressing her shaven lips, before beginning to gently rub her clit and introduce her fingers into her opening. Again both women moaned with pleasure.

After another ten minutes or so of this stimulation, by which time both women had achieved a rhythm that was rapidly taking them towards their orgasms, Melissa abruptly stopped.

“Time to get naked,” she said huskily.

They wasted no time in sitting up and quickly removing their tops, skirts, loose bras and pushing their panties the remainder of the way down their legs. Then they hugged each other, front to front, breasts and pussies pressing each other’s breasts and pussies and they ground their pubic bones against each other.

“I guess you’ve got no toys,” said Melissa.

“No, none at all.”

“Pity, I’ll introduce you to mine some time. Right now it’ll have to be manual or oral. Which do you want?”

“Well, I’ve done manual on me, so let’s do oral.”

Melissa lay on her side and instructed Jessie to lay on her side so her mouth was level with Melissa’s pussy. Once they were positioned, Melissa again instructed Jessie to follow her lead. She began by tonguing Jessie’s lips and clit, pushing her tongue between her lips, drawing it the full length of her gaping slip, sucking gently on her clit, then nibbling it with her lips then lightly with her teeth. While doing all this, Melissa was pushing one, two then three fingers into Jessie’s vagina, moving them in and out and stimulating the passage walls with each thrust. Needless to say, Jessie was doing exactly the same on Melissa, as any conscientious student would.

Together they climbed hills of arousal, then progressed to the mountains. Each was pressing her pussy against the other, seeking greater stimulation until after what seemed like forever in this growing blissful nirvana, Melissa gave an almighty thrust inside Jessie as she came hard on Jessie’s fingers and tongue. The sensation of having Melissa cum on her mouth and fingers was too much for Jessie, who also pressed into Melissa as she achieved a mind-blowing orgasm.

They lay together, unmoving, allowing the sensations to die gradually as their bodies slowly relaxed into that post-orgasmic bliss that is so relaxing, so restorative, so peaceful. After a while they stirred and parted reluctantly, kissed deeply and sat up facing each other.

“And that,” said Melissa, “Is one way women make love together. Like it?”

“Oh did I ever,” enthused Jessie, “It was wonderful. Better than either of the men I’ve had.”

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