The List Ch. 04

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The next few days were comparatively uneventful. I didn’t see my sister, and only spoke with her briefly. Each time we spoke, there was no mention of our new relationship. That made it even more exciting.

I was afraid that I would be overcome with guilt. After all, I had spent the better part of a day having wild sex with a hot, young woman. Aside from the notion of my ‘list’, I had not considered myself a cheater.

Oddly, I still didn’t. Having sex with my sister didn’t seem like cheating to me. It was, I know, but I didn’t feel guilty at all. I was still in love with Lana, and would be a good husband. Well, as good as a husband can be when he’s having an incredible sexual relationship with his sister.

I found myself fairly occupied for the first half of the next week. I was a freelance consultant, so at times there would be no work, and at others there would be too much. I was working 11 and 12 hour days, luckily not worried about Lana, who would be at her mother’s being looked after.

Even being so busy, I found my mind constantly looking forward to Friday. I was trying to imagine what Lisa had in store for me. There were several things I was hoping for. First was the video; she had promised to show me a video of her friend Alyssa fucking herself with a dildo, apparently pretending it was me. Next was her ass; she said I could fuck her ass, but didn’t say when. Last, I wanted to bury myself in her sweet pussy and fill her with my cum. Again, she said I could, but didn’t say when. I was sure, though, that Friday would be mind-blowing.

It was Wednesday evening, a little before 7pm, when there was a knock on my office door. My assistant had gone home an hour ago, so I got up from my desk, walked to the outer office and opened the door.

To my absolute surprise, there stood Lisa. She was wearing a pair of very tight, very low cut jeans, and a t-shirt that seemed about 6 sizes too small for her. She smiled, handed me a heavy bag full of Chinese food, and walked past me into my office. I watched her ass sway as she walked, and felt myself growing hard.

She sat down in one of the leather chairs across from my desk.

“Lana told me you were working late,” she said. “She suggested I bring you some take out, because otherwise you wouldn’t eat.”

“That’s probably true,” I said. I rarely ate properly when I was working. I set the bag of food on my desk and sat in my chair, facing Lisa. She was smiling devishly.

“Is food the only thing you brought?” I asked. She laughed.

“Nope,” she said. She just sat there, her legs crossed, staring at me.

“Well?” I said.

“Well, what?” she answered.

“What else did you bring?”

“I think you can figure that out,” she said. I was hoping I would, and quickly. I wanted to tell her to stand up and take off her pants, but was feeling nervous. Then I remembered our last conversation, and decided to give it a shot.

“Stand up,” I said. She did, her smile growing. I was playing her game and she loved it.

“Turn around,” I told her. She slowly turned.

“Take off your pants,” I said. She unbuttoned her jeans, then hooked a thumb above each hip and very slowly slid them over her firm ass. They dropped soundlessly to the floor. I was reminded of the first night we fucked, of her silhouette against the nighttime city lights. I felt like I was going to burst out of my pants.

“Kneel on the chair,” I said, getting up. As she climbed onto the chair, I walked around the desk, my pants already unbuttoned and falling to the floor. Lisa was now kneeling on the chair, her perfect ass facing me. I came up behind her, and with one arm around her waist, pusher her forward until she was leaning over the back of the chair. My cock was conveniently nestled between her ass cheeks. I reached down and guided it to her already dripping entrance. With one thrust, I was inside her.

I didn’t start slow, instead fucking her with deep, hard strokes. She grunted each time I pushed into her. I had my hands on her hips, pulling her hard against me with every thrust.

It had been days since I last came, but I found myself with amazing staying power. I kept pounding my sister’s pussy, and she was getting more and more vocal with each deep stroke. She started to whimper.

“God, I love fucking you,” I said. This caused her to cry out.

“Tell me you love it,” I said.

“I love it,” she said quietly.

“What do you love?” I asked.

“I love you fucking me,” she said. “I love your big thick cock inside me. I love being yours, I love when you take me. I want you to fuck me forever.” Each word was separated by a sharp gasp.

“Tell me you want me to cum inside you,” I said.

“Oh, fuck, I want you to cum inside me,” she said. “But not yet. Not yet, my love. Soon, though, I promise. Oh god, David, I’m going to cum.”

I increased the pace of my thrusts, fucking her with abandon. Her impending orgasm triggered my own. I held back, continuing my pace as she came violently. My hands on her hips were the only bostancı escort bayan thing keeping me inside her. As her thrashing died down, I felt myself pass the point of no return.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. I pulled out of her pussy and quickly moved to the front of the chair. I pushed my cock into her waiting mouth. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me completely into her mouth. I came hard, spewing my cum deep into her throat. She managed to swallow almost all of it, with a little stream of cum trickling from one corner of her mouth.

“Jesus, David,” she said. “When was the last time you came? There must’ve been two gallons.” She wiped her mouth with her finger then licked it.

“I’ve had my dinner,” she said, smiling. “Why don’t you have yours?” I thought she was suggesting I return the favour, but she meant the Chinese food. She stood, not bothering to put her pants back on, and leaned over my desk. As she arranged and opened the containers, I was treated to a view of her ass and ravaged pussy. My cock had only managed to get to half-erect, and now the view in front of me was making it come back to life.

I walked behind Lisa and knelt down, putting her ass right in front of my face. She stopped, standing motionless, as I spread her asscheeks, exposing her pink asshole. Again, I was powerless to stop, and my tongue found her little hole. She whimpered and opened her legs.

As I tongued her ass, I reached one hand around started to finger her clit. Within about 10 seconds, her legs started to buckle and she came, hard.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “How the fuck do you make me cum so quickly?”

“I don’t know, but I love it,” I said. I stood, my now hard penis poking against her ass. Once again, I spread her cheeks. This time, I used my hand to rub my cockhead against her puckered little hole. She gasped but didn’t stop me.

I pushed slowly, and watched in amazement as my head slipped inside her ass. This seemed to bring her back to reality, and she quickly pulled away and turned around.

“You naughty boy,” she said. “Trying to break the rules. Just for that you don’t get to cum again.” I felt crushed. I was literally inches away from being buried in my sisters’s ass. My cock was about to burst, and now she wasn’t going to help me cum. I decided to see how dominant she wanted me to be.

I stepped forward, and lifted her ass onto the desk. I wedged myself between her legs. She made a show of trying to stop me, but not a serious one.

“I’m going to cum again,” I said. “And so are you.” She was grinning at me wildly as I guided myself into her. I slid into her smoothly. She closed her eyes and leaned back.

I looked down and watched as I fucked her. Her flat, tanned stomach led down to her hairless pussy. I watched as my shaft split her swollen, glistening lips, plunging in and out. Her clit was poking out of its fleshy cap, seeming to throb with every one of my thrusts.

“Jesus,” she groaned. “I’m going to cum again.” She sat forward enough to reach one hand down between her legs. I watched as she began to rub her clit.

“Oh god,” she said. “Oh yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She started to convulse, and I could feel her vaginal muscles spasm on my shaft. I continued fucking her deeply, and she kept cumming.

“Fuck me,” she said, finally. “I think I just came three times in a row.” She was gasping to catch her breath. “That’s another first.” Watching this spectacle had brought me to the very edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I said. As I said this, Lisa pushed me back enough so I popped out of her. She grabbed my slick cock and jerked me quickly, and within seconds I was shooting a huge load all over her tits, stomach and pussy.

“Holy fuck, David,” she laughed. “Where is all this cum coming from?” I was more amazed than her.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t cum like this is years.” I leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

“So I guess fucking your little sister makes you cum buckets?” she asked, laughing.

“Hearing you talk like that is making me hard again,” I said. My cock was starting to throb in her hand.

“No, no, no,” she said, letting me go. “No more tonight. You need to save yourself for Friday, mister.” She found her pants and slipped them on.

“Let’s eat,” she said, suddenly all business. I walked to the chair behind my desk, still naked from the waist down, my erection sticking straight out in front of me. Lisa watched me and giggled.

“Seriously, David,” she said. “That’s it for tonight, but trust me, Friday will be worth the wait. And you have to wait.”

I sat down and looked at her.

“What do you mean, I have to wait?” I asked.

“You can’t cum again until Friday, and even then not until I tell you to,” she said. I was already feeling like waiting 5 minutes might be a challenge. She sensed my doubt.

“But here’s the good news,” she said, leaning across the desk. “When I let you finally cum on Friday, you get to cum in my pussy.” My jaw ümraniye escort almost clunked against the desk.

“So, big brother, can you wait that long?” she asked, leaning a little more.

“I can,” I said, leaning in and kissing her. We kissed slowly for a minute, then pulled back.

“Then let’s eat,” she said.

The rest of the week passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Friday evening finally came, and I dressed to go out for dinner with my wife.

We had plans to have dinner at a restaurant that was about 5 minutes away from Lisa and Todd’s house. As we pulled away from the house, Lana let me know that we’d be stopping in to see Lisa and Todd on the way to dinner.

“Lisa couldn’t come to dinner,” Lana said. “But she wanted to see you on your birthday, so I told her we’d stop by for a drink.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I was still trying to figure out a way to stay overnight at Lisa’s without raising suspicion.

We made small talk during the drive, and before long we were pulling into Lisa’s driveway. To her credit, there was nothing to give the party away. Only Lisa’s car stood in the driveway, and there were only a couple lights on inside.

We parked and walked to the front door. Lana rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, Lisa opened it. I almost gasped at the sight.

She was wearing tight black yoga pants, a white halter top and a light cotton sweater, unzipped. Her tight, tanned stomach was visible, and though I tried not to stare, I could swear her pussy lips were visible under the pants.

“Hey guys,” she said, kissing Lana on the cheek. “Hey bro, happy birthday.” She gave me a hug that was completely appropriate.

“I just finished working out,” she said. “Come on in, make yourselves comfortable in the den.” She led us towards the darkened den, and I found myself staring at the way her pants hugged her perfectly round asscheeks.

As we entered the den, the lights went up, and the gathered crowd yelled ‘Surprise’, and I pretended to be. I was handed a glass of champagne, and after professing my complete surprise to my wife and sister I started saying hello to everyone else.

As I walked through the crowd, thanking everyone, and found myself suddenly in front of Alyssa. She hugged me and whispered “Happy Birthday” in my ear. I felt her body against mine, her hips against my thighs, her breasts against my chest.

“Thanks,” I said. “it’s nice to see you.” She let go and bounced away. I watched her go.

As the night went, people got drunker and drunker, and the crown thinned more and more. I was pretty sober, because Lisa was bring me vodka sodas that were either all soda or incredibly weak.

“I want you to be completely functional later,” she managed to whisper in my ear. “But it wouldn’t hurt if people thought you were hammered.”

I started to slur a little bit, and stumbled here and there when appropriate. A little before midnight, Lana came up to me.

“David, I’m going to go,” she said. “I’m beat. Are you going to come with me?” Just then Lisa came up beside me.

“Hey, Lana,” she said. “We were just about to start a game of beer-amid.” She was slurring a little bit. “Can the birthday boy stay a little longer?” She threw her arm over my shoulder.

“Sure,” Lana said. “But he’s taking a cab home.”

“No problem,” I said. “I’ll walk you to the car.”

“That’s okay, Romeo,” she said, laughing. “Have a fun birthday, and I’ll see you when you get home.” I kissed her and she was gone.

By about 1am, the crowd had thinned to almost nobody, and Lisa started pushing the rest of the guests out the door. I was hoping that Alyssa would still be around, but I hadn’t seen her in more than an hour.

Lisa said goodbye to the last couple, watched as they drove away, then ran and jumped on my lap. She kissed me passionately.

“Happy birthday, stud,” she said. “Are you ready for your present?”

“I sure am,” I said.

“I doubt that,” she said, leading me by the hand.

She took me to her bedroom and pushed me down on the king-sized bed. She stood at my feet, and slowly peeled off her clothes. I was once again awestruck by the absolute perfection of her body.

“Before we start,” she said, moving to undo my pants. “There are some rules, ones you can’t break.” She tugged my pants down, freeing my already hard cock.

“Tonight, big bro, you get to cum inside my pussy,” she said, lowering her mouth to my groin. Her hot breath on my balls was enough to drive me crazy.

“Do you remember how I told you that I had very specific fantasies to live out?” she asked.

“Yes, I do,” I answered. I jumped as her tongue flicked my scrotum.

“Good, because it’s very important that this happens the way I’ve planned. You get to cum inside me, but not until I say. That’s critical. Do you understand?” She took my balls entirely into her mouth.

“God,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes, I understand.”

“If at any time you feel like you might cum, you need to tell me,” she said after releasing escort kartal me. “This really is very important. If you cum too soon, it will ruin my fantasy.”

“As long as there’s no pressure,” I said. She smiled.

“There is a bit of pressure,” she said. “But I want this to happen a certain way. So promise me, if you think you might be close to cumming, tell me. Please, baby, this is going to be amazing, but you have to help me make it amazing.”

I was truly intrigued. As much as I wanted to cum inside her, I was thinking that she had a little more than just that planned.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me,” I said.

“Good,” she said, straddling me. She grabbed me and in one swift motion I was inside her. She lowered herself onto me until I was completely inside her.

“Is that good, big brother,” she cooed. “Do you like to think about shooting your cum into your little sister’s tight pussy?” I groaned.

“Well, you will, but there are still some surprises for your birthday. Here’s the first,” she said, producing a piece of black fabric. She leaned forward and placed it over my eyes. She lifted my head and tied the blindfold behind my head. I couldn’t see anything.

I felt her shift her weight back and the start to lift herself off my cock. She slowly raised herself up, then lowered herself back down. The feeling was exquisite.

As Lisa kept up her rhythm, I felt another weight shift the mattress. I had the feeling on flesh close to my face, and then suddenly the unmistakable scent of pussy was in my face.

I was momentarily confused, then panicked. Somebody else was here, watching me fuck my sister. I almost reached up to pull the blindfold off when Lisa stopped me.

“It’s okay,” she said. “She doesn’t know who we are. She just knows that my boyfriend wanted a threesome for his birthday.” I relaxed when Lisa said ‘boyfriend’. This mystery person didn’t know we were brother and sister.

“Just do what comes naturally,” Lisa said. “Eat her pussy while I fuck you.”

That sounded like good advice, so I did. I didn’t ease in, but attacked the sweet folds with vigour. I slid two fingers into the dripping slit while I tongued her clit with fervour. Within a couple minutes I felt her start to tremble, and with a loud cry, she came.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Lisa said. “I feel like it’s my birthday.” She had maintained her slow pace on my cock, and now she lowered herself completely and stopped. I felt myself throbbing inside her tightness.

“Okay, David, now I’m going to show you something,” Lisa said. “Remember, if you feel like you’re going to cum, you have to tell me.” I just nodded, feeling a little confused. I felt a tug at the blindfold and it fell away. I found myself staring at a set of wet pussy lips. Further up was a flat stomach, small but perky breasts, and finally the beautiful, smiling face of Alyssa.

I was paralyzed. I had just licked Alyssa to an orgasm while she watched me fuck my sister. Lisa must have sensed my panic.

“David, it’s okay,” she said. She resumed her movement on my cock, and the distraction worked.

“Alyssa and I have been lovers for years,” Lisa said. “We have planned this exact night forever. She knows I wanted to fuck you, and she wants to fuck you too.” Alyssa leaned back, and Lisa wrapped her arms around Alyssa’s chest. Alyssa turned her head and the two girls kissed deeply.

I felt a sudden pressure in my balls, and managed to remember my promise. I grabbed Lisa’s hips, pushed her down onto me and held her there.

“Don’t move,” I said. “God, don’t move.” I stared at the two naked bodies on top of me.

“What the fuck,” I managed. Lisa and Alyssa smiled at me.

“This is part of your present,” Lisa said. “You wanted to fuck Alyssa. You wanted to cum inside your sister. Tonight you get both. Plus, you get to watch your little sister and her girlfriend eat each other to orgasm.” I was flabbergasted.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Lisa said. “In a second, I’m going to get off you. Then, Alyssa’s going to suck your cock for a little while, and I’m going to play with her pussy and ass while she does.

“Then, she’s going to lay on her back, with her ass near the edge of the bed. I’m going to climb on top of her, and we’re going to eat each out.

“While we’re doing that, you can fuck Alyssa. But remember, you can’t cum until I say. When I tell you, you’re going to get behind me and fuck me.

“How does that sound?” she asked.

“Better that anything I’ve ever heard in my life,” I said.

Lisa lifted herself off me, and it took Alyssa less than a second to have my cock in her mouth. Her ass was close to my head, so I grabbed her and swung her around so that her pussy was once again over my face. As she sucked me, I licked her. Lisa positioned herself so that she was watching me, playing with herself, and fingering Alyssa’s asshole.

It didn’t take long for Alyssa to cum again, and I had to pull her off my cock before I came in her mouth. She rolled over and turned so that, as promised, her ass was almost hanging off the side of the bed.

Lisa quickly positioned herself over Alyssa, and her movements left no doubt that they had done this many times before. It seemed like I was quickly forgotten as they feasted on each other.

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The Loneliness Fades Ch. 02

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Note:

Once again, this is a fictional story. It is all just a fun story focusing on love between a mother and daughter turning intimate, but developing into more than just that. If this type of material offends you, then I wouldn’t read it.

*

Isn’t it astounding how much things can change in just one month’s time? A month ago I was feeling very lonely and bored with my life. Even though I tried to remain positive and focus on all of the good things that surrounded me, things were getting bland and routine for me. My love life seemed completely hopeless. Little did I know that the one thing I held as the most dear in my life would completely turn my romantic woes upside down.

Autumn, my daughter, is the most beautiful, bright, peppy and caring person I know. I never thought that our feelings for one another would evolve beyond our normal love as parent and child. Once Autumn became a college-aged woman, I did start admiring her more and more. Physically, I’ve always thought she was stunning. But when and how did my pride and admiration for my daughter turn into attraction?

Truthfully, I still do feel uneasy about what has happened between us. That first night that we made love and held each other was electric. I hadn’t felt the touch of another for quite some time before that night, and I’d never had an experience that left me feeling satisfied that deeply. For now at least I’m trying not to think about how wrong our new love was, or how it probably won’t be able to last forever. I desperately just want to live in this moment.

How silly am I, sitting here thinking about these things? As I lay in my bed, I look down at my daughter, her head resting snugly on my bare bosom. She looks so gorgeous when she sleeps. Ever since our very special night, Autumn has taken to sharing my bed with me at night. Some nights we just hold each other for hours before drifting into sleep. Most nights we find pleasure in one another’s touch.

This morning I wish that I could just let Autumn stay like this. I enjoy just feeling the warmth of her body. As the sun shines through the curtains I realize that she needs to wake up for school. Despite my new status as her lover, I am still very much her mother. I cannot have her missing any college. At least I’m able to keep my head about me and stay somewhat responsible.

I brush Autumn’s hair from her face and give her a gentle kiss on her forehead before saying “Wake up honey, it’s morning.”

Autumn groans slightly, slowly opening her eyes before looking straight into mine with a smile. “Alright mom, I’m up.”

I sit up and stretch out my arms in an exaggerated morning yawn before sliding myself out of bed. My naked body felt so good on the satin sheets, but its time to get ready for the day ahead.

Autumn follows suit and begins to walk towards her room.

“I’m about to hit the shower mom, care to join me?” Autumn says in a singsong but slightly sultry tone.

“No honey, you go on ahead. How about I cook us some breakfast?”

Autumn seems excited. “Ooh, I’ll take my eggs sunny side up, ‘kay?”

I chuckle to myself. “I know dear, you always take them sunny side up. Go catch your shower, we don’t want you to be late.”

Autumn nods at me before rushing into the bathroom to get ready. I can’t help but gaze at how she swings her hips in front of me, her bare bottom moving to and fro. I feel very blessed to have Autumn’s love.

I walk into the kitchen and open up the refrigerator to grab everything I need. Three or four eggs, some margarine, a little bread from the cupboard and I’m ready to start. I don’t bother putting on my house robe. I’ve been wearing a lot less clothing around the house recently. It feels very liberating to cook in the buff, so long as your careful not to burn any sensitive areas. So far I haven’t had that happen.

Our breakfast gets done right around the time Autumn is stepping out of the shower. I set the table with two spots and lay down the food. Autumn joins me at the table looking very good in her tight blue jeans and red blouse.

“Thanks mom. This will help me get through my day. I’ve got a long one today.” Autumn says, slightly flustered.

“I don’t think you’ve told me what’s on your schedule for today. Are you going to be late getting home tonight?”

“I shouldn’t be. I have a biology exam and a lab to start things off. Then later on I have to read a paper I wrote in front of my English class. I always get nervous doing stuff like that.” Autumn sighs.

“It’ll be alright honey. Just think of it as something you have to get through, and later on we’ll have a nice relaxing evening together. Maybe we’ll watch a movie?” I let out as I go to take another bite of my eggs.

“That sounds great mom. It’s a date.” Autumn grins from ear-to-ear before reaching out to hold my hand.

“I’ll be looking forward to it. I don’t have much going on today myself. I have the day off of work, so I might go to the gym or take a run. But otherwise I’ll just be here all day.”

“Oh, that reminds me! There’s bostancı escort bayan something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” she says seriously.

I’m a little nervous about what it could be, but I try not to show it. “Well…what is it Autumn?”

“I have some good news, but I’m not really too sure about what I’m going to do yet. I…I’ve won a scholarship.”

My eyes light up from hearing the news. “That’s great!”

“It’s from the University. I could transfer out of community college starting next fall. If I wanted to I could get a full free ride there, assuming I can keep my grades up. Its kind of a long commute though, so I’d really have to move into a dorm to make it practical. I’m just not sure if I want to do it yet. Its four hours away from home…away from you.” Autumn seems sad to have to tell me this.

I can’t really help but have a few tears trickle down my cheeks. I really am sad to hear this news, but very proud about how well Autumn is doing in school. I stand up and walk over to her.

“Autumn, I’m so proud of you! Seriously, you’re doing so great! If you want to do this, then I’ll help you in every way I can. You know I’ll be there for you.”

Autumn stands up and immediately wraps her arms around my waist. We hug, and Autumn buries her head into my chest. I can feel her own tears on my skin.

“Mom, I’m just not sure yet. I really love what we have going on. I’d miss you a lot. I don’t really even want to think about not living with you anymore. At least not yet.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Shh…it’s okay. Four hours isn’t that far away anyhow. Plus, you still have the better part of a year to decide. Let’s just live for the moment, and be happy for your successes!”

“Alright mom. I’ll be positive about it.” Autumn looks up into my eyes, tears still just slightly coming down her cheek.

She quickly reaches up and places her lips to mine. We embrace in a beautiful kiss. I can’t help but kiss her back very passionately. Our tongues find each other and my body just melts. Autumn’s kiss is so luscious that it makes me sad to know that she may be leaving me, even if that time is still a ways off.

A knock at the front door interrupts our tender moment, and the sound of the knock shocks me so much that I nearly jump. Autumn seems surprised that we’d have a visitor so early too. It’s then that I realize that I’m still naked.

“Autumn, you get the door. I need to go find my robe.” I say shyly.

Autumn nods and slowly walks over to the door, composing herself before opening it. I quickly get out of sight and find my house robe.

“Tom! I wasn’t expecting you today!” Autumn says excitedly.

“I’m sorry to just drop in, but I wanted to see if you wanted to drive to school together. I haven’t seen you in awhile. It’d be nice to catch up.”

I walk towards Autumn and Tom, robe tied firmly so as not to reveal my nakedness. “Tom, how are you? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

“I’m good Ms. Jones. Just been busy with college really getting hectic and all.” Tom smiles at me.

“Yeah, the work load just keeps on increasing. Some of those Professors must think that we have nothing to do but study.” Autumn laughs.

“You two are bright though, I know you can handle it.” I say proudly.

I like Tom. He is always very kind to Autumn, he’s handsome and really seems like he has a good head on his shoulders. I do feel bad that Autumn’s relationship with me detracts from his time with her sometimes. Well, maybe I don’t feel all that guilty about it.

“Yep. I was just asking Autumn if she’d like to carpool to school today.”

“Of course Tom. I’ll just go grab my books and then we can go. Be right back!”

As Autumn bounds up the stairs to grab her things, I walk closer to Tom.

“It really is good to see you Tom. I hope college really isn’t getting you too down?”

“No, I mean it’s tough sure, but you’ve got to stay positive. I’ve just been a little bummed out because Autumn and I haven’t spent as much time together as we had been recently. I’ve been wondering if I did something wrong.”

“Oh, that’s not it. You’ve been good to Autumn, and she always says good things about you. You’re a stand-up guy.”

“I really appreciate you saying that. You’re easily the nicest and coolest parent that I’ve ever met.” Tom smiles widely.

“I try to be.” I giggle at Tom. He can be a real charmer, that’s for sure.

Autumn comes rushing by us.

“Alright Tom, we’ve gotta go. Bye mom, I’ll be back this evening!” She stops to give me a peck on her cheek, and is on her way.

“You guys have fun. Drive safe!” I stand in the doorway waving at those two until I see them pull out the driveway.

My mind begins to wander to how great Autumn’s kiss was just minutes prior. My body is aching with lust, but I’ll have to put that out of my mind and keep myself busy today. I think a shower is in order.

—

After my shower I decided to go to my local gym to get a workout. I like to try to make ümraniye escort it to the gym at least three days out of the week, but sometimes work and life get in the way of that, especially lately. There is a nice Pilates class that happens this time of the day that I enjoy.

I arrive at my gym just in time to get changed. I put on my skin tight black workout pants and baby blue sports tank top and feel quite confident about it, ready to work up a sweat and have some fun. I put my clothes in my bag and I’m off.

I walk into the Pilates room and greet the instructor. “Hey Cynthia! It’s good to see you.”

“Rebecca! I’m glad you made it today, we’ve got a real fun class in store.” Cynthia touches my arm and smiles.

She is always so peppy and upbeat. It’s actually refreshing to me, because so many people around town are always dragging their heels and looking melancholy through their work days. It is definitely good to feed off of her positivity.

I walk towards my mat and lay down atop it. We begin our exercises for the day with simple stretches, but even as simple as they are, they can get you to feel the burn in those muscles. After several minutes of stretching and going through the routine, Cynthia pulls me aside.

“Rebecca, you’re doing great today. I want to add a new step to the routine today though. How would you like to learn it, and then demonstrate it in front of the class for me?”

“Sure, what are we doing?” I’m a little nervous about doing something new in front of everyone. No one likes to embarrass themselves obviously. I decide to step out of my comfort zone and give it a shot though.

She shows me several exercises with something called a Swiss ball. Most of them weren’t too hard once I had balancing on the ball down. The last one is tricky though. She had me get into a push-up position, except I have to balance the tips of my toes on the exercise ball. I roll the ball up to my knees, bringing them towards my core, then I push my legs back out so that only the tips of my toes are touching it again. I almost slide off the ball several times.

Cynthia gives me some positive reinforcement saying “Awesome Rebecca. It is tricky at first, but it is great for toning your core.”

Cynthia places her hand on my thighs, standing over me. She keeps her hands there and softly says “Inwards, and then push out. Great Rebecca.” Its weird to say, but her touch gives me butterflies and calms me at the same time. I finish the exercise and we end the class there.

I walk up to Cynthia after the class and grin at her. “That was tough, but fun. I hope I didn’t look too bad in front of the class.”

She smiles warmly, saying “You did just fine. You’re pretty athletic actually Rebecca. That’s why I decided to have you spotlight the new technique. Most of the other girls would have probably given up or been too nervous to do it. But don’t tell them I said that!”

Cynthia and I share a laugh. “I’ve really enjoyed the classes lately. Well, the ones I’ve been able to make it to. I’m glad you started working here.” I tell her.

“Me too. I haven’t really been in town for too long, but everyone here is nice and supportive. I hope you can start making it to more classes Rebecca. What keeps you from getting here if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I don’t mind. Well, basically work. I don’t really have a set schedule right now. I’m one of only a few secretaries at this firm that I work at, so days off are few and far between. Also, if they need me, then I need to be there on the spot. I really do wish I had more me time for stuff like this.” I say honestly. But of course, most of my me time winds up being spent with Autumn, which is definitely a good thing.

Cynthia raises her eyebrow at me. “Well hey, shot in the dark here, but would you like to catch a late lunch with me? I don’t know too many people around town personally yet and could use the company. “

I’m a little surprised by her offer, but am happy about it. I haven’t had too many real friends since I had Autumn. It’d be nice to have some time with someone closer to my own age. “Sure! I’d love to. Where do you want to go?”

“How about Mancino’s? Its just a block away, and they have a nice little outdoor area where you can sit and chat.”

“Sounds good to me. I need to shower first though. I feel like I really went through the ringer today.” I laugh, as I look down at my arms, slightly glistening with sweat.

“Oh don’t worry, me too. I’m just about to hit the showers myself. We can head out after.”

Normally I don’t shower at the gym. I’ve always been a little too shy to shower with the other girls from the class, but I’d feel weird telling Cynthia no just because of that.

“Alright, let’s go.”

I grab my bag and Cynthia and I began walking, and she wound up leading me to a different area. It seems the instructors and staff have a separate showering area from the gym members.

“Is it okay for me to shower here?” I wonder out loud.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. There won’t be anybody else escort kartal in here.” Cynthia tugs on my arm and leads me into the staff locker room.

I quickly shed my clothes and place them near my bag before walking into the shower area. Cynthia joins me and hands me a bar of soap.

I begin to lather up and decide to strike up a conversation. “So Cynthia, when did you move into town?”

“I think it will be three months next week. I was glad to make the move.”

“Did you not like it where you were at?” I ask her

“It’s not really that. I just felt like I needed a change. It was quiet where I used to live, with not as much to do or see. It is so much livelier here. I guess I enjoy the hustle and bustle.”

“I’m glad you’re liking it here. You’ve really picked up my motivation to get to the gym.”

I continue lathering up and look behind me to notice Cynthia looking back at me. Her gaze is fixed lower though, peering at my thighs and butt.

“Well you look great Rebecca. You have a killer figure and a great tone on your legs and ass.”

My face turns red, and I smile at Cynthia. “Thank you.” I say to her.

When she turns away from looking at me, I can’t help but give her body a glance. She has a tight body, her skin so vibrant, almost seeming naturally tanned. Long blonde hair that cascades down past her shoulder blades and legs so sleek but toned. Her body is to die for. I think about how beautiful she is as I watch the water from the shower bead down her ass. She almost catches me looking as she turns her head, but I avert my gaze.

We finish up our shower and get dressed. Its not long before we are walking towards the restaurant.

—

“I love these places where you can sit outside and eat.” says Cynthia.

“Me too. Its just nice to be able to feel the breeze on a nice day like today. I feel like I’m cooped up in buildings way too often.”

“We’ve had a very nice autumn this year.”

“Yes we have. It hasn’t gotten too cold yet. This type of weather is just right by me.”

“I’ve always liked the fall.”

“So have I. I like it so much that I named my daughter Autumn in fact.” I say proudly.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter! How old is she?”

“She’s eighteen and in college now. Still lives at home with me.”

“You can’t be serious? You have an eighteen year old daughter! You look like you’re in your twenties yourself.”

I giggle and smile at the compliment. “Well, I am thirty-six. I had Autumn when I was real young. Raised her by myself too.”

“That must have been really hard. I can’t even imagine what it’d be like.” Cynthia says as she grabs my hand as if to comfort me.

“It wasn’t easy, but it was well worth it. She is such a bright young girl, and beautiful too. I’m very proud of her.”

“I couldn’t imagine her being anything less than beautiful, knowing her mother.”

It seems odd getting so many compliments from a woman, but I am enjoying it. Cynthia is very nice. “Awww, well thank you. You’re very beautiful yourself.”

Our waiter comes up to the table, obviously a young man fresh out of high school, and sets food down in front of us, much to my surprise.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered for us already. Their fettuccini is to die for. Pasta is my weakness.”

“I don’t mind at all. I love pasta.” I take a bite of it quickly and it is some of the best I have tasted in a long time. “Wow, it is very good. You know your stuff!”

“I’m really glad you like it. I don’t get the chance to go here that often because I hate going alone. Seems kind of sad, you know?” Cynthia shrugs.

“I’m surprised that you’d have to go anywhere alone. You’re such a sweet girl. You haven’t met anyone in town? You can’t be single?” I ask her, worried about if I was too blunt, already digging about her love life.

Cynthia sighs, “I’m single. Not that I like being that way, but its just…hard to meet the right person.”

“I definitely know what you mean. I’ve been searching forever. It gets even harder when you’re a single mother. But you’re a gorgeous woman Cynthia. You’d be a great catch for any man.” I say confidently.

Cynthia starts to fidget a little. “Well Rebecca, that is part of the problem. How do I say this?”

She seems real nervous. “Say what? What’s wrong Cynthia? I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries.”

“No, no. Rebecca, I’m not really into men anymore. What I mean to say is…”

Cynthia leans in close to me and whispers “I’m a lesbian.”

My face turns flush at first, but I settle myself so as not to seem too surprised or rude. Honestly I’m not really that surprised, but I am nervous. “Oh, Cynthia I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“No, its fine. Listen, if you think that it feels weird you don’t have to stay. Some of my friends in the past have not been cool with it. I’d understand and I wouldn’t judge you.” Cynthia says with a disappointed tone in her voice.

“Please Cynthia, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m cool with that, I just didn’t know is all.”

She seems relieved that I said I was fine with it. “I’ve just had so many disappointments with men that I gave up on them. I guess I might really be bisexual, but I connect better with women. As friends and as lovers, well, it just seems to fit. Its hard to explain sometimes…”

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When I was a teenager, my father had a sailboat. He’d been going through something of a midlife crisis and was sure that a sailboat would solve it. We would sail down into the Florida Keys almost every weekend with my Mother and Sister in tow. We would always have fun doing it, but a twenty-five foot sailboat gets cramped easily and with four people aboard, bickering always results.

My Mother enjoyed it, but would end up having to discipline my Sister and I, so it wasn’t always fun and games for her. Finally, the weekend I turned eighteen, my Father decided it would just be he and I. The girls would stay home and do their thing and we boys would go out and do ours.

I was closer to my mother, but got along ok with my Dad. I was beginning to become a halfway decent sailor due to all the trips we had taken. My Dad started the small motor on the back, I untied the cleats and stowed the lines, and we pushed away from the dock, headed for the channel. The morning was already getting warm. The summer sun could heat up the day the moment it showed its face above the horizon. There was a faint sea breeze, but nearly no chop at all as we motored out into Biscayne Bay.

We were headed over to Pumpkin Cay, which was a small area of tiny islands down south, just an hour or two’s sail from where we were. The motor was cut and sails unfurled. I tightened up the sheets, the mainsail and the jib snapped at the wind and the boat listed a few degrees to the side, beginning our trip. The mild breeze moved us along easily, and I lowered the keel deeper into the water as a stabilizer. My Dad told me to take the tiller, so I hopped into the stern and grabbed the long wooden handle, careful to set an angle to maximize the wind we had at our side.

My Father was darkly tanned from so many boat trips. I was getting there as well since I was nearly on every one of them. He stripped off his shirt, putting on his wide brimmed hat, and kicked off his top-siders. We chatted on route and changed positions occasionally. I liked sitting up front as we raced through the water, watching the reef below. The water was clear that day and you could see all the way down.

Eventually we found our way to the small islands and had a secluded spot picked out on the lee side of the wind. We let out the anchor and settled. The sails were rolled up and the only thing heard was the lapping of small waves against the hull. The water was only about 10 feet deep or so, and as clear as it was, it was like being in a pool. My Dad pulled out a beer and I dove into the water. I saw the bottom of the boat from underneath, which always unnerved me for some reason. After a few minutes, I climbed back aboard and went down into the galley to grab a sandwich. My Dad was sitting in the stern doing the same. We ate and talked about assorted things. It was nice. Usually these conversations were more forced.

After a few minutes I felt I had to pee, so I headed down into the cabin to the head, which was merely a small toilet. There were these slatted doors you could close for scant privacy, and I reached for them out of habit. My Dad said from outside, “You know, there are no girls here. You don’t need to do that.” So I just whipped it out and went into the toilet. Once I emerged from the cabin, he said, “You don’t even need to use the head, Son. You’ve got a whole ocean right here.” He then stood up, pulled his shorts down and started peeing over the side into the water. I looked around the area, but there were no boats or any sign of other people for miles. He held his penis in his hand while he shot his stream into the bay and it was quite long, especially from the perspective of someone in their late teens, but still growing. I never had measured mine, but knew people spoke about their dicks in inches. He was uncircumcised, which I hadn’t ever realized before. I hadn’t really seen it before, or if I had, I didn’t remember. Out here all alone, there were many details one could focus on.

He shook his penis off and plopped it back in his shorts. He sat back down and asked, “How’s the water?”

“Fine,” I responded. “It’s pretty warm.”

He asked, “Have you ever skinny dipped?”

I said, “No.” That was a lie. We had a pool at home that I swam naked in sometimes when no one was around.

“Oh, you should try it sometime. You just glide through the water. You’d be amazed at how much resistance you get swimming just from your bathing suit,” he said. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Yeah, maybe,” I said.

“You know what, I’m going to do it. What the hell. There’s no one around here but us guys!” he said. At that, he stood, and pulled off his shorts. He had a tiny bit of a belly, but the rest of him was average. He had muscular legs, a broad chest, and his dark curly hair glistened with sweat from the heat of the day. He stepped over the rail and his cock now swung freely between his legs. There was a tuft of pubic hair at the base and his testicles bounced back and forth bostancı escort as he stepped. He then dove into the water and popped up.

“Why don’t you try it?” he shouted.

“Well, alright!” I responded nervously. I stripped off my own shorts, again looking around and finding nothing. I jumped in and sliced through the water like a knife without the resistance of a bathing suit. We swam around and I was exhilarated at the feeling. I would plummet to the bottom, looking for crustaceans and fish and pop up to the surface over and over again. My Dad did the same, at one point, hopping back aboard the boat to grab some fins, masks and snorkels for us. He tossed them to me and I put them on in kind, which made swimming even easier. Looking down at myself with the mask made everything clearer. I noticed my smaller penis even smaller than usual because of the cool water. My dad still maintained his size as he cruised around the water looking around the bottom.

Eventually he got out of the water and lay out in the stern on one of the benches. I got out later and saw him asleep on his back with his had over his face. I lay down across from him. His dick was draped across his thigh and I noticed the thick foreskin covering the head completely. I was circumcised, so it was an anomaly for me. He appeared to be asleep, breathing deeply and slow, loudly though his mouth. I was curious about it, so I crept over near his sleeping body and stared at it. The sun shown on it and I saw how thick it was. I wondered what it felt like to have foreskin, and if my much smaller dick would grow to a similar size. It looked to be about half as long as his, but thin.

I had been leaning directly over his penis when suddenly I heard, “What on earth are you doing?” I fell over in shock and stammered, “Nothing!” I had no idea what to say.

He chuckled, “It’s ok, Son. Were you just looking at me?”

I said, “Well, yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I moved back to the other bench and looked away.

“It’s ok to be curious about other peoples, um, equipment. Guys do it al the time. It’s perfectly normal,” he said, trying to reassure me. I remained mortified.

“No, I wasn’t doing that. I was just kind of leaning over looking at the water,” I said. That was easily the poorest excuse for a lie I had ever come up with.

My Dad laughed. “Oh, stop it. I know mine looks different than yours. Your Mom wanted you to be circumcised when you were born and I went along with it,” he said. He sat up, leaning back against the railing. His dick loosely hung between his legs, and partially off the bench toward the floor. I was staring at it the whole time he spoke to me. “You know,” he started, “I was about your size now when I was your age. It started growing a bit soon afterward.”

I hardly had any hair on it, so my penis had a clean look to it whereas his had hair, and probably made it look even larger, I thought. Without hair, it must be enormous, I thought. We sat there across from each other, only feet away, me staring at his cock. It looked like it was swelling slightly. I looked away quickly, realizing he was looking at me staring at his cock. He shifted a little in his seat, leaning back a little more deliberately. His cock twitched against his thigh and was clearly getting bigger. Suddenly, I was aware of my own dick swelling, which it would do at the drop of a hat. Almost instantly it was fully erect, and I tried to turn to the side to hide it, pulling me knees up to my chest.

He stood, laughing under his breath, and his cock arced downward toward the floor. He bent backward, stretching his back and arms, allowing me a full view of his growing phallus. “So, what do we do, now?” he asked. The afternoon was waning, and the air was finally cooling down a little. As he spoke, he turned toward me, his cock pointing down at me. “You know, Son, you don’t need to hide it. We’re just two guys out here in the middle of the Keys with no one around. Nothing to be ashamed about. We all get erections sometimes, you know. Even your old man,” he said.

“I know, but now you saw me staring at yours. You probably think I’m gay, or something.” I looked down, ashamed.

“Of course not! I’ve looked at other guys’ penises before, you know! All guys check each other out. It’s perfectly normal. Hell, you staring at me was starting to me get one, too,” he said.

I looked at him and said, “Really? If that happened at school, all the kids would laugh.”

“Well, you’re not at school now. We’re just a couple guys hanging out on the boat. Nobody knows about this but us, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. I relaxed a little. The shame of what I had felt was now melting away, and my dick had shrunk down to its normal boy-size.

“Good,” he said. “Hell, maybe we can get through the whole trip with no clothes on! Deal?” he asked. He held out his hand. I took it, smiling.

“Deal!” I said.

I jumped back in the water and swam around ümraniye escort bayan for a bit while it was cooling off. My Dad was grilling something on the little portable grill we had in the galley. I got out after a while and we had dinner. The stars were coming out and my Dad said, “Have you swam at night? It’s great. A little scary, but it’ll be fine tonight because the moon’s full.”

“Cool,” I thought. We jumped in again, and it was another world down under water. It was a little spooky not being able to see much, but eventually we got back aboard. I crawled into the V-berth in the bow of the boat under the hatch and closed my eyes.

I woke and it was still dark. I didn’t have a watch on, so I had no idea of the time. I had to pee, so I started walking to the back of the boat to go over the side. Then I saw my Dad sitting in the stern of the boat. He was sitting on one of the benches and had his eyes closed. I thought he might be sleeping like that, and then I saw his hand moving. It was dark, so my eyes were still adjusting to the low light. His hand was grasping his fully erect cock and was he jacking it back and forth, slowly. His dick was completely hard and glistening in the faint moonlight. I was shocked and hid in the shadows of the cabin while he masturbated. I was completely absorbed in watching my Father do what I did every night in my room. His cock was huge compared to anything I had ever seen. I remembered watching a porno that a friend had pilfered from his Dad and seeing their cocks nearly this size. Maybe it seemed bigger since it was live and in front of me. Either way, I was transfixed. I heard him softly moaning as he stroked himself. I realized that I was still naked and my dick got hard instantly. I touched my own erect penis as I watched and it felt like it would burst.

I heard him softly moaning, “Yeah, suck it. Mmmm, that’s good. Suck that dick.” It was just like I’d seen on the videos. Suddenly, the table I was resting my arm on as I crouched in the darkness shifted and I lost my balance. I stumbled a little, falling forward. I froze in fear, and looked up at my Dad. He was looking directly down at me in the cabin, hand still around his shining, erect penis. “Hey!” he said, “What are you doing down there?”

“Um, I was just getting some water,” I said. I was completely mortified. He told me to come out of the cabin. “It’s ok, Dad, I’m just a little thirsty, really,” I said in protest. He again told me to come out. I slowly walked out into the stern of the boat, trying to not show him my front, as my small dick was pointing straight to the heavens.

“How long were you down there?” he asked. I told him I was only there for a second. Seeing through the lie, he spoke, “Were you watching me? It’s ok if you were, I was just wondering why you would have been leaning up against the table when you know the water faucet is on the other side.” My head fell, and I sat on the bench opposite him. My penis was shrinking rapidly in my shame of being caught. “Look, I don’t know how to explain this any better, but like I said before, guys do this all the time, and are always curious about other guys. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure you do this all the time, am I right?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response. “Ok, then. So don’t worry about it. It looked like you were about to do the same thing down there, am I right?” he asked. He leaned back into the bench, one arm draped over the side rail of the boat, and the other hand slid over to where his cock lay. It had softened during his questioning of me and now as his hand slid over to it, it started to firm again. He stroked it lightly and his legs parted a little. I forgot the shame of being noticed, and now was staring at his hardening package and his hand lightly caressed its length. The head began to poke out of its sheath of foreskin and it would twitch ever few seconds as it began to swell. The sight made my own dick harden and it was fully erect in seconds again. I attempted to cover it, still not used to such obvious displays of nudity and brazenness.

“Yeah, I guess I was right. You’re a teenage boy. You probably did this several times already today. I do it all the time, myself. I guess being naked all makes me feel a little freer. Don’t you think, Son?” he asked.

“I guess so,” I said, still staring hard at his cock. My hand started moving against my own cock involuntarily. It almost hurt it was so hard. My Dad’s dick was hardening rapidly and in no time appeared to be fully erect. He stroked it slowly up and down. His testicles rested on the bench between his legs and bobbed in time with his hand’s movements. My hand started stroking my own dick up and down as well. It felt incredible doing this out here in the middle of the ocean, knowing there was not a soul in miles.

“Yeah, that’s it. That feels good. Stroke that thing. Get it good and hard,” he said. I was losing any inhibitions I had previously to the act of masturbating with kartal escort my Father. I was watching his cock intently, focused on every detail that I could make out in the low light. “Have you ever seen anyone else do this before?” he asked.

“Just on videos,” I replied.

“Ah, pornos. They’re not anything like the real thing. Why don’t you come over here so you can see better,” he said. He slid to the back corner of the bench, his back facing the stern, and lifted his right leg onto the bench, stretching it out. His left leg rested on the floor, exposing himself to me better. I got up and sat on the other end of the same bench in much the same position, facing him, and stroked my own cock slowly. I felt I could cum instantly, but I wanted this to last longer, so I kept my movements to a very slow meter. “What kind of movies have you watched, I’m curious?” he asked.

“Just some movies that Steve had at his Dad’s house one day,” he said.

“Ok. There are all kinds of movies out there. There’s guys and girls, there are movies where it’s just two girls doing things, movies where there are just girls doing things, and even ones where it’s just guys. What kind do you like?” he pressed.

“I don’t know, all kinds I guess,” I said. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his huge cock. I loved watching the thick, veiny foreskin slide back and forth over his glistening cock head underneath. I also liked how his balls bobbed up and down with each stroke of his large hand on the long shaft.

“Well, everyone finds a type that they like more than others. I have a few, too. I like the ones where the girls put their mouth on the guys right here,” he said, motioning to his thick member. “They’re called ‘blowjob’ videos. They really get me going when I’m in the mood to do what we’re doing now. What did you like about the video you saw?” he asked.

“Well, I guess I liked that, too. There was a girl sucking a guy’s you know, and she made him shoot,” I said. I couldn’t believe I had just said shoot in front of my Dad like that.

“Ok, so there was a girl sucking another guy’s dick, and he shot his load on her face? Is that what happened?” he asked as he jerked his dick more deliberately.

“Yeah,” I said. “Some of it got in her mouth, but mostly on her face.”

“Mmm, that sounds great. It sounds like you’re into the same thing I like watching. How big was his cock? Was it as big as mine?” he asked. I was trying to relax, but it was difficult. This conversation was exciting me in ways I could have never dreamed. I was completely absorbed in it. Here was my Dad talking to me about blowjobs and cocks and cum while we were jerking off together. As much as I wanted to cum however, I actually wanted to see him cum more. I was leaning forward a little more to get a better view of his fat dick, and I stopped jerking my own, lest I shoot before I wanted to. I knew what happened after you came. You didn’t want to do it anymore, and I wanted this to last.

“I think yours was bigger, and he wasn’t uncircumcised like you,” I said, as I stared at him.

“Did you like watching his dick?” he asked.

“I guess so,” I said, bashfully.

“C’mon, you can tell me. Did you like watching his cock get sucked?” he asked again.

“Yeah, it was cool,” I said.

“Which one did you like better, his or mine? Be honest, now,” he said. He seemed as focused on me as I was on his cock.

“I think I liked his because he didn’t have any hair on it, but I like yours because it’s bigger and you’re not circumcised,” I said. My young cock was straining hard against my belly as I leaned forward, watching him stroke.

“Here, let me move closer so you can see it better. You shouldn’t strain your eyes. So, you like mine better, huh? Yours is pretty nice, too. What else do you like about it?” he asked. He had slid right up next to me, sitting sideways to me. He angled his hips slightly toward me. His knee touched mine as he leaned toward me. I was in rapture now. My hand was resting on my balls and I moved it back and forth slightly, watching his large hand move up and down on his shaft.

“I like how it’s thick and how the foreskin moves back and forth on it, and how your balls bounce around when you move it,” I said.

“Yeah, I like that too. What else did you like about the movie you saw? Did you like when he came in her mouth and on her face?” he asked. He was sighing loudly and pulling on his balls. His cock stretched upward and seemed to be pointing right at me as he tugged.

“Yeah. Steven didn’t like it, but I liked when it went all on her face and in her mouth. There was a lot of it-a lot more than I make when I do it,” I responded.

“Yeah, I love when someone lets me do that to them. I wish someone was sucking mine right now.” He was watching me stare intently at his rod and then asked, “Have you ever touched another guy’s penis?”

“No,” I said, unable to look away.

“Would you like to touch mine?” he asked.

“Ok,” I said unsurely. I moved my left hand slowly over toward him and touched his huge cock. With my hand on it, it even looked bigger. It was hot and slick at the top, but the skin was soft and moved a little as I moved my hand down the shaft, stopping at his pubic hair.

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The Last One to Know

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Every relationship ends. Before they do, they hit a sweet spot, those few weeks when things are as close to perfect as they’re going to get.

We were in that zone, had just entered it, actually. A few weeks back the whole thing started with some flirty jokes in class. Then we ran into one another at the soda machine during a break. I said a few things, made her laugh. That’s never a bad start, and if you’re a little older than the average college kid—and I was, thanks to some army time—it’s not a tough thing to pull off. Play it right, and there’s truth in the older guy/younger gal equation. It has never let me down. It didn’t this time.

A few pizzas and movies later and she was blowing me on my sofa. It was a quick one, fast and wet the way I always prefer it. It came out of nowhere after an accidental discussion about sex. I hadn’t pressured her. She was fun to hang out with. Up till then the goodnight kisses did me just fine. Then one afternoon we had a quick lunch in my kitchen. Before she left for her evening waitress gig she mentioned how mice I’d been to her, and with a foxy little wink she told me how unnecessary that was now. I told her I didn’t want to make assumptions about a girl as nice as her. She said she made assumptions about me, said she assumed I like to have my cock sucked. I didn’t stop her from trying to prove that.

That was a week or so ago. Things got fun fast after that kitchen treat. That night she came over after her shift ended. She showered at my place, to wash off all that restaurant stink. I was in the bedroom when she came in and dropped her towel. We were still in bed going at it hard when we decided to skip class the next morning. We ordered out, ate a naked lunch, and spent the day on every piece of furniture in the place. Things only got better from there.

And now we’re here, this story. She’s asleep. We’re at the end of a two-day session that started when I brought home a CD (by whom, doesn’t matter) and we listened to it after dinner. The groove was sexy and we fucked to it. The music ended an hour later and we were still at it. We let it play over again, and again half a dozen more times. The sun was up when we showered and finally went to sleep. When we woke up for lunch I thought she’d eat something and go home to change for work. When she surprised me and called in sick, I knew we had something good. She hung up the phone, came over to the sofa, dropped the robe, and straddled my lap.

“Tell me about the naughtiest you’ve ever been with someone.”

“Someone besides you?”

“Of course, and I want all the details.”

This was new, but after all the fucking over the last few weeks, we were running out of surprises. This qualified, and nicely I might add.

I gave her what she wanted, on two fronts. I told her some stories she wanted to hear, and when she started to drip all over me I slid her down on my cock and I gave her the fuck of our young relationship. We played out all the stories I had for her. She wanted to be those girls, to feel what they felt. Some men wait forever to find a girl who’s that broad-minded. I let her know, when she had most of my meat in her throat, how much I appreciated her approach to male-female bonding. I also told her I wanted something from her later.

“Anything,” she gurgled, with my meat suffocating her.

She woke up a few hours later and made herself some dinner. She brought a plate of onion rings to bed. My cock’s as thick as they come. She tried to slip a few rings over it but couldn’t get them past the head. I pushed her down. She finished what she started, and licked the crumbs off.

She sat up with a smile. “That was fun.”

“It was. Did you like it?”

“Mmmmm… I love onion rings.”

We kissed. She tried to lie down. I pulled her back up by the arms, gently.

“You owe me a little something, remember?”

“What do I owe you?”

“I told you my stories. Now I want to hear yours.”

“I don’t have any stories.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m only twenty. I don’t have your experience.”

“Baby, that wasn’t a virgin, that girl who sat out there on that sofa and sucked my cock last week, out of nowhere.”

She laughed and bit her bottom lip, the way bad girls do when they’re caught out.

“I know, but-“

“But nothing. Your turn, honey.”

She pretended to think, then pretended to be shy. I tickled her until she started talking, first about some jock with a crooked cock and then about some boyfriend bostancı escort bayan of a friend she played volleyball with in high school. Routine shit for a college girl with nothing behind her except whatever pimply teen-age boys call fucking. I listened and pretended to be turned on. I rolled her over and from behind I slid inside her, gave her the slow stroke as she finished another high school hump tale. Then I leaned in close and started talking in her ear, the same moment I put a hand on her hip, with a little pressure, and started going balls deep as my cock grew into full werewolf.

“Oh, fuck!” She groaned. She pushed against the wall with both hands. I bit her neck. She nearly screamed.

“Shut up, baby, unless you’re going to tell me just how bad you really are.”

I thrust a deep stroke and held the big bad wolf up in there, then slipped it out slowly.

“Mmmmmm! Oh, shit, but I’m not bad.”

I slammed more meat into her and was back in her ear, as close as I could get.

“Bullshit. I remember how you rode me the first time we fucked. I remember you swallowing that first load. Good girls don’t play that nice. Now talk to me, bad… little… bitch!”

I fucked her, a dozen or more hard strokes until she was shaking on the bed. Then I pulled out, just to the tip of my head. I reached down and grabbed it, and teased her, rubbing the head from her ass to her clit, nice and slow.

“Oh, Jesus Christ YES!”

“Bad… little… girl. Talk to me.”

“And say what, baby! Oh, god! YES!! GOD!!”

I pulled away and flipped her over. I raised her knees and spread her. In position now, I slammed all of it home and fucked her rotten, never letting up.

“You’re a bad little whore, aren’t you?”

“GOD! YES! A FUCKING WHORE!!”

“Tell me how bad! Tell me what makes you cum when you’re all alone!”

“I’M FUCKING CUMMING NOW!! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!”

“Thinking about how bad you are?”

“YES! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!”

I slammed her until the shaking stopped and she was lying limp under me. When I was ready, I didn’t say a word. I pulled out, grabbed her head, and she did the rest. I didn’t even have to move her there. I let her have it all, and she stayed on me until I was dry.

A minute later, she was lying back, staring at the ceiling. I knew where her head was.

“Afraid to tell me?”

“A little bit.”

“It’s a secret?”

“Yep.”

“But it made you cum just now.”

“I know.”

She closed her eyes. I crawled up and kissed her. She kissed back, hard. We were getting there.

“So tell me.”

“Can I go pee first?”

I was on the sofa with a towel around my waist when she came out of the bathroom. She got a glass of water from the kitchen and brought me one. She put a pillow on the floor and sat in front of me, waiting for me to talk. I didn’t say a word.

“Okay, this was last year. God, I can’t believe I’m going to say this out loud!”

“Go ahead.”

She finished her water and took a deep breath. We gave one another a long look, but I wasn’t letting her off that easy.

“Okay. I was home from school, last Christmas, after my first semester here. I was in my room, getting ready to go to a Christmas party at a friend’s. I heard porn from down the hall.”

“Porn?”

“My brother was in tenth grade then. He’s a guy, alone in his room, right?”

“Right.”

“So this porn is really loud, and I’m waiting for a phone call, so I walk over to close my door, and…”

“And?”

She pulled her knees up into a ball and covered her eyes with her hands. She was half laughing when she squealed.

“Aaaahhhh! Do I have to tell you this?”

“Hey, you just spent three hours listening to my life story. Spill it, sister!”

I stuck a big toe near her ass and tickled. She jumped back and laughed. I reached a hand out and she took it. I pulled her closer and she sat leaning half against my leg and half against the sofa.

“I went to close my bedroom door, and… and I realized my brother was not listening to porn.”

“Was he fucking someone?”

“Nope.”

She stared up at me, with a devilish smile. All I could do was smile back. I had nothing.

“My parents.”

“Whoa! Where?”

“Their room is right across the hall from mine.”

“Wow! Did they not know you were in your room?”

“They had friends over for lunch. I think they were drinking wine all ümraniye escort afternoon.”

“Wow! Mom and Dad in the Christmas mood, the giving spirit.”

“I know! I had never heard them even discuss sex, let alone catch them, and now-“

“Did you listen?”

“I had no choice!”

“That loud?”

“Yes! My god…”

Whatever embarrassment she claimed she felt, it was all melting away. Her whole body had relaxed. She was better at this than I could’ve hoped. I was intrigued, if a little surprised. I was also a little excited, and impatient.

“So…?”

“So my mom was screaming and I was so embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hear my mom screaming ‘Oh, Bert, fuck me just like that!'”

“Bert?”

“My dad’s name is Albert, same as my grandfather. My grandfather is Al. Everyone calls my dad Bert.”

“So ol’ Bert was laying it to mom pretty hard.”

“I guess so.”

There was a pause. It threatened to hang there a while. I didn’t let it.

“So… that’s all? That’s your story?”

“Not all.”

“Okay, what else then?”

“I’m pretty sure she started to blow him.”

“HAHAHAHA! Like mother like daughter!”

“Shut up!” She hit me playfully on the knee.

“How did you know she was sucking him off?”

“Because he started talking, and she started gurgling.”

“And you would know what that’s all about.”

“Of course!”

We both laughed and I stuck a finger in her mouth. She grabbed my hand and gave me the “I’ll suck you dry eyes” but I wasn’t in the mood for this tale to end just yet. I was about to take my finger out of her mouth when she did it for me.

“And then the story gets even weirder!”

“Oh, it does?”

She started sucking my finger again. I let her have it. Then she was ready to go on.

“I started to close my door, because I heard enough. And then the door to their room opened!”

“Uh oh!”

“And there was my father, naked, and he saw me looking.”

“Looking…”

“…at his ginormous fucking cock!”

“What? Really?”

“Oh… my… god!”

She rolled backward until her head was nearly on the floor, her long blond hair splayed all over the rug. I held her by the wrists and gently eased her back up so she could lean against my knees again. She looked right into my eyes, still in full laughter.

“So it was really-“

“FUCK yes!! It was like a long fat snake was hanging there.”

“And then what happened?”

“I jumped back in my room. I said I was sorry and I shut the door, but I know he saw me looking because…”

“Because what?”

“No, I can’t say it!!” She pulled her hands away and crossed her arms against her tits.

“Tell me.” I touched her face, tilted it up by the chin so she could see me looking at her.

“Tell me.”

“Because he started getting hard, and he smiled at me!”

She was embarrassed but smiling, like a triumphant, sneaky little shit.

“Wow! So Daddy’s little girl makes Daddy hard, right after he cums for Mommy.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. She let out a laugh. I took a chance.

“This story isn’t over, is it?”

She opened her eyes and shook her head. “No it’s not.”

The floor was hers now.

“I got dressed as fast as I could and left for the party, hoping I wouldn’t see anyone in the house.”

“Especially your dad.”

“Right, but I didn’t see anyone. I drove to the party. Not a party, really, just some high school girlfriends, at my cousin Beth’s house. Her parents were away and we drank so much. My friend Natalie wanted to call a stripper, a stripper Santa, but no one knew how or where to find that, so we started joking about calling guys we knew. So, you know, we started comparing guys we knew, and their cocks.”

“A house full of girls comparing cock stories?”

“That’s all girls do, baby.”

“I knew it. So anyway…”

“So everyone has to describe the biggest cock they’ve ever seen. It gets to me, and I say—I was drunk then, remember? Okay…?—so I say, ‘I think my dad’s dick might be the biggest one in town!'”

She laughed hard. I enjoyed seeing her this loose.

“Really, you said that?”

“I did!! And everyone got quiet.”

“I bet.”

“And then my cousin Beth said, ‘I think so, too.’ And then everyone started laughing and nodding and agreeing.”

“What?”

“That’s what I said, ‘What the fuck everybody?’ And Beth said, ‘Oh, come on, escort kartal Amy. All your pool parties, and your dad wears those tight swimming shorts. Please! We all know Bert’s packing.’ And now everyone is laughing, almost peeing themselves.”

“And you?”

“I was, too, but I was still kind of shocked. I never heard any of this before.”

“So what did you do? What did you say?”

“Nothing, because Natalie said, “Let’s play truth or dare,’ and everyone said okay. So we did.”

“Uh oh…”

“Right. First question was for Beth, and she said ‘Truth!’ And Natalie said, ‘Do you ever masturbate to Bert’s giant dick?’

“Oh, wow! Right out of the gate!”

“Yep.”

“And what did Beth say?”

“‘All the fucking time!'”

Amy laughed hard. I did, too. And then she saw my cock growing, werewolf style, doing its best to match Bert’s.

“Oh, wow.”

“I know. Come here.”

I lifted her up. “Are you gonna fuck me now, your bad girl?”

“Shut up.”

I had never said that to her before, and she got quiet, and serious, and breath filled her chest, making her tits swell, and she knew what was coming and she wanted every bit of it.

I carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the mattress.

“Open up, and lift ’em high.”

She spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. I kneeled in between and held my cock at the ready position.

“Truth or dare, Amy?”

“Truth.”

“If I dared you to go home and suck Bert’s cock right now, his gigantic fucking daddy cock, would you go suck it?”

“OH FUCK YES, BABY!!”

I fell right on her and slipped my own meat to the root. She came all over me. I had to hold her in place, she shook so hard. I leaned down to her ear.

“Truth or dare?” I whispered, as harshly as I could.

“TRUTH!!”

“Were you jealous, all those girls had been creaming over Daddy’s cock for years?”

“YES!! MMM-HMMMM!! YES!!”

“Truth or dare?”

“TRUTH! OH, FUCK!”

I was pumping away, deeper every stroke.

“Did you go home that night and masturbate to Daddy?”

“FUCK YES! FUCK YES I DID!!”

“Truth or dare?”

“TRUTH!”

“Did you cum hard?”

‘YES!! ALL NIGHT I CAME!!”

I propped myself up, and we were looking right at on another as I slammed so much cock into her it was almost assault.

“Truth or dare, bad little bitch?”

“TRUTH, MOTHER FUCKER!!”

“How big was it?”

Before she could answer I grabbed her wrists and rolled back, pulling her on top. She screamed and rode it like she invented it.

“I said how big was it!?”

“OH GOD IT WAS LIKE A HOSE! I LOVED IT!”

No games now. We were in love.

“Did you like seeing daddy get hard for you?”

“MMMMM!! YES!!”

“Did you want it?”

‘OH I DID BABY! I DID!!”

“Do you want him now?”

‘I DO! I DO!! OH, FUCK ME!”

“Daddy!”

‘YES! FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK YOUR WHORE DADDY, GODDAMNIT!!”

“No, whore. You fuck Daddy now!!

People think they have limits, ceilings, beyond which they cannot push. I think she thought she was already as wet and wild as she could ever get, but when Daddy me gave her orders, she went werewolf herself. Her hips slammed into mine, swallowing fat hairy cock with every thrust. I grabbed as much tit as I could and squeezed hard. “OH GOD YES MORE, DADDY! HURT YOUR LITTLE WHORE!!” I sat up and bit her nipple just enough to make her cum. We kissed, in a way people almost never do and they almost never remember afterward. There were no more moments in this fuck. It was a continuum, a timeless swirl of skin and sweat and growling and greed. She got fucked inside out, and she gave as good as she got. When it was my time to let go, we finished with a flourish.

“Do all bad little whores drink cum?”

“YES WE DO, DADDY!”

“Then do it!”

She scrambled to the floor and begged for it. “Let me drink your cum, Daddy! I want it!!” I grabbed her hair, tilted her back, and aimed my cock where it had to be. She never stopped looking up at me as I fed her the load of a lifetime. When I was drained, she held it in her mouth, for so long it felt like we were nailed in place.

She’s asleep now, but that took a while. After that first blow-out, I milked the moment for all it was worth. I heard about her Daddy fantasies, about her in the pool all summer, fingering herself under the water as Daddy walked around the yard in his shorts. I heard about her mom screaming for more, and about her own dildos that she keeps in her college dorm, the dildos with ‘Daddy’ written on the sides. Best of all, I got her to promise to try to fuck Daddy, the next time she’s home. That story will have to wait. I’m sure it will be a good one.

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“Can I help you?” I asked.

She looked at me with red and tear-filled eyes. Even so I found myself wondering again if I had never seen as beautiful a woman in my life.

“I hope to God you can,” she said between sniffles. “I only took the class because I thought it would be fun, now it’s gonna drag down my GPA to the point that I loose my scholarship.” At the word ‘scholarship’ her voice cracked and the tears began to flow.

“Whoa now,” I said. Take it easy. I got up from behind my desk and came around to the front where she stood. I pulled a chair up for her and I sat on the desk. I have always felt more comfortable with my students when the desk wasn’t between us. I struggled briefly for her name, than remembered it. “Megan, your not doing that badly – and a strong midterm could really turn things around for you.”

She looked at me as if I had just said something insane. “I really don’t that’s going to happen. I’m just not getting this. It’s so much harder than I thought it would be.” She took a tissue out of her small hand bag and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “And without that scholarship… I’m… I’m… through here.”

“It’s not going to come to that,” I assured her, lying a hand on her shoulder. Touching a student is always an iffy thing. But it’s has always been my style especially with the student in or near tears, and anyway you can always tell when the gesture isn’t appreciated. More times than not I find it’s welcomed. As I discovered now.

“Thank you.” She said, looking at my hand. “But what am I going to do?” She asked looking at me with such hopelessness that I almost felt like welling up myself.

I checked my watch. 8:55 AM. “Megan I know just were you are coming from, because believe it or not – I was just like you. I never got this stuff the first time I heard it myself. And it’s hard when you’re in a class of twenty-five and you don’t want to sound like the only one who’s not getting it? Am I right?”

She nodded wordlessly. Thunder rumbled outside.

“So all you need is a little bit of help. Do you have a study partner that can bring you up to speed?”

“I tried that, all it did was make it worse. Confused me all the more.”

I inwardly sighed knowing the novel that I had been trying work on over my lunch breaks – over the past four years – would have to wait for me again. “Megan, helping you is very important to me. I have a meeting at 9:00 AM that I can’t miss, but I have an hour free at lunch. Can you meet me back here at noon, and I’ll go over it all with you again?”

She shook her head, slowly and with great regret. “No, I work at the student cafeteria from 11 till 1, and if I miss one more day there I’ll loose that too.” Then she seemed to be considering something. She bit her lower lip. Adorable. I already had the feeling that what ever she wanted, I was probably going to wind up being more than accommodating. “But once ever thing is set up, after about noon,” she said, “all I do is sit around. If we could meet there, instead – it would be perfect.”

I weighed it in my mind. The student cafeteria – ‘blah’ – but she was still gnawing at her lower lip and I was smitten. “Perfect!” I said lying. “We can trash it out over lunch.” Then letting my sense of humor get the best of me I added; “Do they still have that world famous meatloaf?”

Megan threw her arms around me before I even saw it coming. “Oh, thank you – thank you so very much.” I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and I briefly caught the whiff-of-heaven scent of her hair. I felt a heated flush rushing to my face.

“Why think nothing of it,” I said. “Rescuing damsels in distress is my sideline.” I don’t know why, but the dumbest things always come out of my mouth when I am flustered.

“I’ll see you at noon then.” She said rushing out of the class room. I didn’t have time to even raise my hand in return.

I put my materials away in my bag and pulled out my umbrella. The East Coast was being lashed by the remnants of the latest hurricane to thrash its way up the country. We had been spared the brunt of the storm, but there were still three inches of standing water in the streets. Fortunately the 9:00 was in the building just next door. Even so I was nearly drowned in the storm. I couldn’t remember ever seeing a rain as hard. As far as protection went, my little umbrella turned out to be woefully inadequate.

I was late, as is my trademark, but I made it to the cafeteria by twelve-ten. The smell that assailed me was exactly the same one stored magically and somehow electronically into the memory cells of my mind, for the past twenty years. It had not changed at all. Not since I was a student on campus at this college. Revolting.

Upon seeing me the relieve on Megan’s face was plain. “I thought you had forgotten about me.” She said.

The smile that spread across my face was both immediate and sincere. “Hardly.” I said.

Over lunch (I passed on the meatloaf) I slowly bostancı escort and thoroughly went over the concepts that had been escaping Meagan over the first half semester. She was by no means stupid, quite far from it. Her grasp of things once defined to her, was as fine as any I had ever seen. She reminded me a lot of when I was a student. A lot. It neared one O’clock and I was just about to make my final point and wrap it all up for her in one dramatic flare of inspired teaching, when the roof fell in.

By that I don’t mean that my teaching failed to make impact, but quite literally the roof fell in. It seems that the three inches of water lying in the streets was also lying atop the flat roof of the cafeteria. The current thunder burst was more than the old roof could take. A huge section of the ceiling fell in just over the kitchen area. A ton of water hit the blackened grill in a flash of steam and sudden noise. A scream went up from several of the female students, some of the guys shouted in surprise. Fortunately no one was hurt, but my inspired instruction came to an unexpected end. Or so I believed.

I helped the kitchen staff herd the student body toward the two exits. Some of the younger girls were screaming hysterically, you would have thought that they had been killed. I have never understood post teen-age hysterics and I was impressed when I saw Megan standing impassively at the door waiting for me. She watched the screaming girls run by and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Freshmen!” She said.

I stifled a laugh into my hand. Just outside lightning flashed and set off another round of screams from several points across the campus lawn. I looked at Megan who was wearing a thin pink tee-shirt that didn’t quite cover her belly-button and low riding cutoff jeans. “Your going to get soaked,” I said. “I would offer you a ride, but I walked over from my office.”

“That’s OK,” Megan said. “My dorm is only three blocks up.” Then she bit her lip again. It was like a fast ball pitcher giving away his best weapon, but a look that I found myself growing quite fond of. “Listen,” she said with some hesitation, “I really feel like I was just on the verge of getting this. If you have nothing else to do – could we finish this in my dorm?”

I considered. There were no hard and fast rules about instructors being in the dorm rooms, nothing written in stone. But doing so could be seen as an impropriety, and even a fully vested professor such as myself, could find himself looking for work if someone took exception to my being there. As I let the debate wage the war in my mind for a moment, I saw Megan do something that I had only once see directed at myself once before in my life. She ran her tongue around her lips. It happened so quickly that I almost missed it. Then just as quickly I convinced myself that I could not have seen… – it was just insane. At forty, I was twice this girls age. No, I was sure – I had to have been mistaken. And that quickly before doubt could set in again, Megan was dashing out the door and into the heavy downpour.

Just an hour past high noon and it looked like twilight outside. Thick black clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. Lightning frequently jumped from cloud to cloud and from cloud to the ground. I stepped outside and felt suddenly old as I paused to open my conservative black umbrella. There was a time that I too would have just run pell-mell into the rain. I struggled to catch up.

Once I caught her I managed to match Megan’s gait stride for stride, but I thanked the gods that we only had a block left to go. She was burying me. The girl was all leg. At one point she even turned around and walked backward to hear what I was saying. She didn’t seem to loose a bit of speed. Just then, with Megan walking backward and myself mid-sentence about something which I have long since forgotten, a lightning bolt issued from the sky and tore my field of vision in two. The sound was tremendous. I about jumped out of my skin. I froze in my tracks, almost involuntarily. Megan however – even though the lightening had struck behind her – didn’t even flinch. She just kept up her long pace backwards. I pressed to catch up again. Over a second clap of the thunder, which rolled across the campus like a thing of great weight, I asked her; “Doesn’t anything frighten you?”

“Yes,” she said through an impish grin, her hair down across her face and water running in her eyes, “the idea that you still believe that we are going to my room to just study.”

This stopped me in my tracks a record setting second time. I even lowered my umbrella to my side in surprise. “We’re not?” I asked. I couldn’t keep the incredulousness out of my voice.

“I don’t think so.” She said and turned forward to run. “Although I still hope to learn something,” she yelled over her shoulder as she again put half a block between us.

I caught up to her just as she entered the dorm building. No word was spoken ümraniye escort bayan between us then. I stood in the lobby and shaking the excess water from my umbrella, and trying to decide what to do. I decided to play along for a while and followed her into the elevator. She hit the 15th floor and I suppressed a grin. “What?” She asked.

“Nothing.” I said, but when she threw me a comical pout I volunteered more. “I used to live on 15,” I said, “when I went here.”

“You were a student here?” She asked, sounding more surprised that I would have liked.

“Yes, but it was back before they invented the elevator – so I had to hike up and down all 15 floors all day long.”

She tossed me a look let me know that she understood I was just trying to have one over on her. The girl was just as sharp as I had given her credit for. Megan had been standing against the far wall of the elevator her arms crossed in an ‘x’ over her body for warmth. She shivered, and large goose bumps stood out on her arms. “You were right,” she said dropping her arms to her sides, “I am soaked to the skin – look at me.”

I took more than a look. The soaking had made Megan’s pink little tee nearly transparent. She wore no bra. Her nipples stood out firm and high on her breasts and an old Bob Segar song started playing in my head. “She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own sitting way up high. Way up firm and high …” I tried to be gentlemen enough to look away, but my stare lingered far too long. The elevator doors opened. Megan strode into the halls making the maze of lefts and rights that I had long since forgotten. When she paused in front of room 1569 I laughed aloud.

“Don’t tell me?” Megan said, as if reading my mind.

“Yep,” I answered. “My old room.”

“Well, come on up to 15 and 69.” She said. I guess my mouth fell open slightly. “You didn’t say that in your day eh?” She asked.

I shook my head slightly.

“But that’s what we are here for, isn’t it?” She asked, her hand paused on the door knob.

I took a longing look at those breasts, that flat little tummy. Her soft face and angelic eyes, and I spoke the honest truth. “God, I hope so!”

She stepped into the room and I started to close the door behind us. “You’ll have to leave it open.” She said.

“What?” I asked.

She laughed. “I know. It’s pretty arcane, but that’s the rule. If there is a man in the room the door has to stay open.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, but you can’t see the bed from the hallway and besides…” She took my hand and put it to her shorts, just over the zipper. She placed her hand over mine and pressed hard, grinding herself against the palm of my hand. The heat coming from her soaked jeans made me believe that the rain hadn’t done all of that work. “…makes it a little more exciting doesn’t it?” She winked at me. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to get me in trouble would you? With the door rule? It’s one rule I just hate to break.”

“I wouldn’t want to get YOU in trouble?” I said laughing.

I was about to remove my hand when she pulled in her belly yanked her jeans at the belt line and stuck my hand in the opening. My fingers touched smooth chiffon like panties and beneath that felt her mound which burned with heat. I gasped and said, “Do you have any idea how effectively you are seducing me?”

“Show me.” She said, putting her free hand behind my head and pulling me in for our first kiss.

I stared briefly into her clear green eyes and saw such depth, such vitality. Had I ever been this alive? This young? Her eyes danced and sparkled with excitement. I put her head in the crook of my left arm and kissed her deeply. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and met her own. We battled fiercely and with great desire. My right hand was still in her pants, I found the top of her panties with one finger and pushed them lower. Running my fingers lightly across her I felt only the smallest tuft of pubic hair.

She broke the kiss and pushed me back, and for one terrible instant I was sure that it had been a set up and that she was going to yell rape. My eyes flew to the open door.

“Sit on the bed,” she said. “I have been fantasying about this moment for weeks now and I don’t want to blow it now, just because I’m nervous.” As I sat down she walked over to a small CD player and pressed a button. I knew the song before the second cord. Prince, When Doves Fly. She bit her lower lip again and – eyes still closed – started to sway in place. Then she began to dance for me. And strip.

The tee-shirt was the first to go. It came off with such ease and grace that it was gone before I knew that it was going to happen. I heard myself sucking air between my teeth. Megan was more beautiful than I had even imagined. Her long thin torso was graced by perfectly proportioned breasts, which sat majestically over a belly just as flat and firm as any man could desire. When she turned kartal escort her hips a taunt little line that ran from just above her belly button to the bottom of her rib cage showed off her perfectly segmented stomach. I thought of telling her that this line was caused by the rectus abdominis muscles – but for once I was able to keep my nervous mouth shut.

I looked again at the open door. Megan was correct, from where I was sitting on the bed the hallway was out of my line of sight, but anyone walking along there would be able to see Megan just fine. It seemed to matter to her not at all. I discovered that I didn’t care much either.

Megan sang the lyrics right along with the artist formerly known as Prince. When she got to the words; “Touch if you will my stomach, see how it trembles inside…” she put my hand on her belly and I felt her muscles rippling beneath her oh-so-soft flesh as she swayed from side to side with the beat of the music. She stepped back from me again, just out of reach. Her finger played lightly with the snap of her cutoff’s and I felt my heart thundering in my chest… She unsnapped them and slowly and seductively lowered the short zipper. “This is what it sounds like, when doves cry…” The panties were pink to match the departed tee-shirt. She dropped the shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. This beautiful woman/child who could be no more than 20, 21 years old, stood before me. Her long dark hair nearly covering her breasts, her tall and lanky body so finely toned and now coated in a fine sheen of sweat. The question that I had asked myself in the morning was now answered. She was unquestionably the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Then she looked at me with those impossibly green eyes and said; “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

“It is not possible for you to be enjoying this as much as I am.” I said honestly.

She flashed me a smile that could have been measured in megawatts, and turned away from me – showing me her back side. Then as she looked at me over her shoulder and out of the corner of her eye, she bent slightly at the waist and slipped out of her panties. When the delicate fabric brushed over her perfect and round little ass it made a sound like a whisper… ssshhhh. I think that I stopped breathing entirely. Oh sweet heaven what an ass!

Then she slowly turned and faced me again, dancing for me until the song’s end. Her bush was neatly trimmed, shaved to nearly bald. Only a small vertical strip of black hair remained above her vagina. Before the last ringing cord had stopped echoing across the small room Megan dashed toward me and leapt into my lap, straddling me. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that!” She said excitedly. “Oh, God! I was terrified! Did you really like it?”

I opened my mouth to answer but she cut me off. “No, don’t answer that – let me check for myself!” She reached down between her legs and touched the front of my pants. What she found there was something that was alive and very dangerous. “Oh!” She said, her eyes widening. “Oh, I think you liked it very much.”

Any question in my mind that I had just been ‘playing along’ died when she touched me. I knew that I had to have her. Open door or no, I wanted her so badly that I wouldn’t give a damn if all of the department heads strode into the dorm room at once. The need was something that I could taste.

“You know,” she said with a smile. “I’m sitting on your lap as naked as I was the day that I was born – and you’re still fully dressed. Doesn’t that make you feel the slightest bit awkward?”

“Ver…” I had to cough and clear my throat. It had suddenly become rather dry. “Very.”

“Would you like me to help you do something about that?”

“That,” I said, “would be wonderful.”

We stood and she helped me out of my jacket, hanging it neatly over a chair. She turned back to me and her eyes never leaving mine, undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. She slipped her hands inside my shirt and let them play across my chest and down my belly. She deftly unfastened my belt and ran the zipper down. My pants fell to the floor. She kissed my chest, worked her way down to my belly then wrapped her lips around my cock through my briefs and exhaled deeply. Her hot breath on my shaft sent an almost electric shock running up my spine. My head snapped back, and a moan escaped my lips. She dropped to her knees and slipped her hands behind me. She tugged at my underwear and pulled them to the floor. “Oh, my.” She said again.

She pulled at my ass and drove me into her waiting mouth. As her lips enveloped me I slipped my hands into her hair. Megan slurped and sucked at my cock. She reached a hand up and pushed at my stomach – urging me back on to the bed. I fell back hard and the old iron frame loudly creaked its complaint. I laid back on the bed, my legs hanging over the side and Megan between my knees. She played her hands up and down my body, grasping my chest in her hands and squeezing with great force. She ran her teeth the full length of my cock and back, driving me wild with desire. “Megan!” I nearly yelled.

“Mr. Webe..” She lifted her head to say, but I put a finger to her soft wet lips.

“Andy.” I said. “My name is Andy.”

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We were cruising along, at 50,000 feet, in the 747. It can be a really L-O-N-G and boring flight if you don’t have something (or some ONE) to keep your mind occupied. Thank God I asked “Mel” to accompany me!

Actually, she wasn’t just accompanying me. She was more there to keep me outta trouble. But I digress.

Mel and I had watched the sun set over the blue Pacific en route to Hawaii. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that we almost cried. But now we were going away from the rising sun so it would be dark until we got to Australia.

Now, it was somewhere between 3 & 4 in the morning (who can tell? It was dark and there was nothing below us but moonlit ocean. Very pretty…but very dull after the first hour or two.) The flight attendants were sleeping. The passengers were sleeping. I was awake. Mel knew that I’ve had insomnia for the past year and a half and was, obviously, concerned but knew there was nothing she could do about it, as well. (From past experiences, she knows that not even sex will knock me out. In fact, it just rejuvenates me more!) So “nookie” was out of the question, as Mel was exhausted from her day.

So much for my induction into the “Mile-High Club.” Oh, well.

I needed to get the blood back into my feet and decided to take a walk down the stairs of the big jumbo-jet and get some exercise. Don’t get me wrong, I love the first-class lounge service that we were getting (thanks to Mel’s uncle) but it was just so deadly dull while she was sleeping. Not even the Erotic anthology book I’d brought with me was able to hold my attention for very long.

The “Lounge,” for those of you who’ve never enjoyed this experience, is up a small, spiral staircase from the rest of the plane. It’s even fancier than regular First Class (which was also new to me.) I felt truly decadent enjoying the service. It was great! We had the prettiest stewardesses, too. Ohhh, man! You would not believe the babes we had on that flight. I could have sworn, though don’t quote me on this, that one of the gorgeous stews, an Oriental-looking woman, was giving a blowjob to one of the passengers as I walked past them. I just gave a wink to the guy and continued down the stairs.

After seeing that, I HAD to shake the blood into my feet or it would have stayed in my groin area and ripped a whole through my Dockers!

I walked down into the First Class compartment and asked the Flight Attendant if I could, quietly, walk up and down the aisle for exercise. She said OK, as long as I didn’t disturb anyone. (They don’t usually do this for passengers, she later told me.)

I walked past the business class, where all the guys in their suits were sleeping or working on their little laptop PCs. I walked into Second Class and stopped to watch a couple playing cribbage. After asking if I could play the winner, I walked on, into the back of the plane and there, in the very last row, was sitting a very attractive brunette. She had skin like ivory, very smooth with no blemishes at all. Her eyes were closed, as if she were sleeping under her blanket, but the look on her face was one of intense concentration. As I walked past all the sleeping people in the rows in front of her, I could see that her hands were moving under her blanket. My heart started to beat with excitement as I neared her seat. I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I approached her and smelled the unmistakable odor of a woman’s sex!

I stood very still, afraid to breath, for fear of alerting her to my presence and bostancı escort scaring her out of completing her task. I stood there watching for ten minutes until she opened her eyes wide, smiled, then started to shake and tremble.

Then, as if we were meeting on the street, after having not seen each other for years, she held out her hand to meet me! I shook her right hand, all slick with the juices from her orgasm, then pulled it to my mouth and licked this stranger’s vaginal fluids from her fingers. She smiled and closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying another orgasm from my tonguing of her digits. Looking back on it, she probably was.

I introduced myself and she said her name was Jeanie-Kate, “but please call me Jack, all my closest friends call me that. And after what we just shared, I’d have to say that we are closer than most of my friends.” We both laughed at that.

“Jack” smiled at me with her sparkling emerald eyes. She looked deeply into my green eyes and asked why I was walking around the plane? It seems that Jack is a Flight Attendant on vacation and was going to get some sun in Guam. She often gets horny on long trips and explained that’s why I’d caught her with her “pants down.” I told her about Melissa’s exhaustion and the sexy stewardesses upstairs in the lounge and seeing the hot Asian Stew, blowing the “lucky guy” and Jack said she understood my predicament, completely!

“In fact, it’s a good thing you woke up when you did,” I said, “because I was just about to whip out my own problem and join you in an orgasm.”

She smiled at me, revealing a row of sexy, white teeth that matched her complexion, perfectly. She then asked if I thought my girlfriend would mind if I helped her out with a problem of her own. “I’ve never tried it on a plane before and I’ve always wondered what it was like,” she stated.

I asked her if she was kidding. You know, it’s because I always thought that all stewardesses were over-sexed waitresses in the sky and sort of HAD to belong to the “Mile-high Club” as a requirement or something.

I told her this and she almost laughed her ass off, waking a few of the passengers in the process!

All of a sudden, three people got up to use the bathrooms that were behind Jack’s seat. I invited her to come sit with me, upstairs, in the lounge. She graciously accepted my offer and I helped her with her carry-on bag towards the front of the plane.

Once we were situated in our seats, in the lounge compartment, we resumed our talking. It’s always nice meeting new people. And, when they’re young and beautiful, like Jack, it’s just that much nicer. I was sure to let Jack lead the way up the little spiral staircase, so I could get a look at her ass. As she was walking ahead of me, she shook her little fanny and asked how was the view from down there! So, apparently, she knew of my intentions.

We talked for about twenty minutes when Melissa woke up to use the restroom. I waited until her return to introduce my new friend.

“Honey, I’d like to introduce you to Jack. She wants to join the ‘club’ with us,” I said, winking at her.

“OK, love. Why don’t you go brush your teeth and leave us to get acquainted,” Mel patronizingly said, winking at me. When it comes to situations like this, I’m about as subtle as a brick upside the head! Mel understands this, thankfully, and humors me, accordingly!

But she was right about one thing, I smelled rather garlicky, from our dinner, earlier that night. I ümraniye escort bayan realized that Jack must have had the same thing to eat as we did because neither of us was bothered by the odors.

It was now, about four in the morning and everyone but us was sleeping. On the way back from the bathroom I saw the hot Oriental stewardess sleeping next to the guy she’d been sucking off earlier who was also sleeping, contentedly.

I found my two lovely flying companions stretched out with the seat backs fully reclined. They were both under some blankets and I could tell they were both as naked as I wanted to be. Thankfully, the seats are wide enough to fit three people, comfortably. Even though there’re only supposed to be two people, I wasn’t going to complain about overcrowding.

I’d taken off all my clothes in the bathroom and put on a robe that Mel had given me for Christmas a few years ago. I took the robe off standing in the aisle, in full view of anyone who wanted to see my nakedness and climbed between my two sexy partners! I couldn’t wait to get started.

“Hey, no fair, you two,” I said to Melissa and Jeannie-Kate. I could feel the heat rising from their genitals. “You bums started without me!”

“We couldn’t wait,” they both said in unison, cracking each other up as they laughed in unison, as well!

“Well, I am just going to have to catch up on the fun,” I thought to myself.

I had wanted to be hard for a long time for Mel, so I’d taken a Viagra (not that I needed it but, you never know) and was rock hard and ready to go at that moment. The girls needed no foreplay, either, which was all right with me, too. I asked Mel if I could fuck Jack first, seeing as how Mel had had sex on an airplane, once before. Melissa is nothing if not accommodating to her friends so she said, “Pound away!”

I rolled over on top of JK and positioned my erection at the opening of her twat and pushed in a little bit. I was going into unfamiliar territory, here and didn’t want to hurt anyone. I felt Jack’s pussy open to my cock’s intruding presence.

JK just moaned as I proceeded into the very depths of her womanhood. Once I was completely inside her, I had to rest. I wanted her to know that I was going to be gentle and I think that she was glad of it because, as I looked down into her eyes, she just smiled up at me and whispered a small thank you. But I really, really wanted to bang her cunt hard and make her cum like a bitch! But the gentleman in me won-out and I didn’t. It was a very polite, sedate screw. I moved very slowly, in and out of her tight, juicy box. She had another orgasm, her second of the session, and then she opened her eyes and silently mouthed the words, “FUCK ME, NOW!”

I was still a long way from my own orgasm, so I whispered in her ear, “You asked for it, sweetheart,” and slammed my whole weight into her body. I then pulled completely out of her vagina and told her to roll over on her stomach. I pulled her back up onto her knees and thrust myself back into her tight, sucking pussy from behind!

“I’ve never had it doggie-style, BB,” she exclaimed, as I kept shoving my hard dick into her cunt! I looked down at her little pink, puckered anus and stuck my thumb in, all the way. This caused her to shout out loud, waking a few of the sleeping passengers who looked to see where the noise was coming from.

The Asian stew looked up and saw that I was standing in the nude and she smiled a big grin! Then she gave her passenger kartal escort friend a big lick on his cock, which woke him up.

I turned my attention back to Jack’s heaving body and saw and felt her last orgasm. Her whole body shook for two minutes as she pulled away from my erection just to catch her breath!

Well, Mel saw that our new friend was pretty much spent and realized that I would need some help with my own rising need for an orgasm so she quickly positioned her mouth over my hard on and sucked it down to the root! I could feel the head of my cock banging against the back of Mel’s throat. Mel, at that moment, was fingering her clitoris, trying to induce her own climax. I reached down and stuck one, then two, then three of my fingers into her vagina and wiggled them around until she exploded all over my hand in an incredible climax that must have rattled her teeth! She spit my cock out of her mouth and cried out, “Oh, my God, BBeeee!” This caused a few more people to wake up to check on who was making all the racket this time.

I just stood there, with my seven inches of steel waving in the air, looking and feeling pretty self conscious, to say the least. But, more than that, I was damned horny!

I still hadn’t cum yet and was in desperate need of an orgasm of my own! I was going to go find that Oriental babe but Jack woke up, just in time and reached over and stuck my erection deep down her own throat!

AHH! Warmth at last! I never realized how hard up for a hole I could get until that very moment!

I reached down with both hands and grabbed Jack’s knees and flipped her on her back. She looked awfully surprised as I did this but I was beyond apologizing for my actions, at this point! I shoved my dick back into her cunt, which was still very lubricated and started to squeeze her breasts and nipples! This got her to really get into the act! She had another orgasm as I felt my own building up!

Since I didn’t know if JK was using any birth control or not and didn’t feel like risking anything like that, I pushed her on her back and grabbed for Mel’s body. I knew that Melissa’s on the pill so I spread her legs and shoved my whole length, deep into her tunnel and blew all that I’d been saving for her for the previous four months!

“Ohhh, mama! Melissa you make me wanna FUCK you more each time we meet!” I cried out as I came into her tight body! I poured out more semen in that one ejaculation alone, than I’d done in the past five weeks of masturbating, combined! I filled her to over-flowing! Jack had to get in there and lick some of it up to keep it from spilling onto the floor.

It was a truly memorable adventure for all of us!

As the plane was nearing Fiji, at that moment, the flight crew started to walk up and down the aisles to make sure that we were all situated in our seats and buckled in. The three of us couldn’t move a muscle, though, so the hot Asian Stewardess helped us up and buckled our still naked and heaving bodies into our seats. Jack took the empty seat row behind me and Mel. She was completely wiped, too!!

The plane landed and we all got off. We gave each other our addresses and phone numbers so we can call, write or visit each other someday. I even invited Jeannie-Kate to stay with me when she’s in Florida, on a layover. She said she may be knocking on my door before I know it, saying, “As long as the sex is THAT great, I’ll hafta come for an extended lay-over!”

Mel and I flew on to Melbourne, where we met a very sexy Aborigine woman, named Rachel.

But I’ll save THAT story for later.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

This is part one of a two part story.

Look for part two, “There’s a Geisha In My Soup” coming soon to a computer screen near you.

xoxox, -BB

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The Lancaster Twins Pt. 10

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Hello again, readers. The Lancaster Twins are back by popular demand. I hope you like this installment and I trust that you will let me know what you like and what you don’t like.

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Bill’s improvement allowed Shana to return home a week later. In the intervening time, he and his daughter had made love every day. They had promised each other that they would never do it again after she left to return home. As she left, though, both of them, independently, doubted that they would keep that promise.

On the drive home, she had wrestled with herself over what, if anything, she would tell Tom. She knew that Tom never lied to her and never kept secrets from her, but there had been several things in her life that she hadn’t told him. She certainly had never told him about how, when she was a girl, she was so sexually attracted to her father. She hadn’t told him about the other time, a few months previously, that she had had sex with Bill. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell him and risk their good marriage.

It was apparent from the time that she walked in the door that Tom was eager for sex. She couldn’t remember ever turning him down when he wanted sex, except when she was on her period, and she was the aggressor at least half the time. Both of them had always loved sex with each other and they rarely went over a few days without it. As usual, Shana was ready for it. Fucking her father had been fantastic. It was extremely arousing because it was taboo – it was incest, and in her opinion that was the hottest of all forbidden turn-ons. She was extremely turned on by the fact that her own twins were now engaged in incest and, even though she knew it to be wrong, she could not convince herself to condemn it. But sex with her husband – that was an entirely different thing. She loved him more than life itself; besides that, he had the most gigantic cock she had ever seen and she absolutely loved being impaled on it.

As Shana went down on him that night, Tom whispered, “How is it, compared to Jackson’s?”

Shana immediately began to tremble and her heart raced. He knew. How? “What? What do you mean?” she stumbled.

“Were you not going to tell me that you gave oral to our son?” he asked calmly. He looked down and saw the expression of sheer terror in the dim light of the bedroom. “Were you not going to tell me that the twins are fucking?”

“Tom…,” she gasped. “Please, honey…I didn’t know how to tell you. I am so sorry, Honey. Please don’t be mad,” she cried as tears began to flow down her face.

Tom took her hand and pulled her up to lay on the pillow next to him. He looked into her eyes and brushed her hair away from her face. “I’m not mad at you, Shana. I may be a little hurt, but I will get over that. I’m just not sure where all this is headed…my mind is in overload.”

“I know I should not have done that. It was just…”

“No. Don’t explain. I’m not even talking about that. I just can’t handle the secrets. I hate dishonesty. You know that. That’s why that I’m going to tell you something right now that will shock you. Then you can tell me whatever you’ve kept from me…And it may hurt. It may hurt us both, but we’re not going to stop loving each other. Okay?”

Shana broke down into great, shuddering sobs. Tears poured down her cheeks and she clung to her husband as tightly as she ever had. He held her and stroked her skin and whispered in her ear that everything would be okay and that he would always love her, no matter what.

Finally, Shana got control of herself. She reached for her nightgown and draped it over her naked body. She lay back down and held Tom’s hand as she told him everything, including what she had done with her father. Tom was shocked at that revelation, but he swore to himself that nothing would destroy the love he had for this woman – not even dishonesty and infidelity.

When she finished, he told her everything that had happened while she was gone. He told her about Jennifer’s antics and how he had been so tempted to fuck her. He told her that Jennifer had told him that she was having sex with her brother. Then he told her that he had watched them, without them knowing, and had heard Jackson tell Jennifer what he had done with Shana.

“You watched them?” she asked, amazed.

Tom managed a grin. “I know you, Shana. I was wishing you were with me because I knew that would turn you on…even more than it turned me on!”

“Oh Baby, you know me so well! Can you ever forgive me? I’ve been unfaithful to you, Tom. I can’t believe it. I am so weak.”

“You’re already forgiven, Baby. And I know you’ve already forgiven me,” he told her as she nodded and snuggled up, kissing his throat. “Shana, I can’t live without you, Honey. You’re my life,” he told her as he looked in her eyes.

“Make love to me, Tom. I need you so badly!” she gasped as she threw her nightgown off and spread her legs eagerly.

Tom got on his knees and fitted his cock into her opening. He was careful to rub bostancı escort bayan her natural lubrication inside her to make sure she was ready for him. She was flowing copiously, though, and even though it was always a tight fit, he was confident that there would be little discomfort involved.

“Oh Tom, I can’t wait. Give me that horse cock!” she moaned.

Tom pushed his flaring cock-head inside her, then pushed. She was still so tight, even after all these years! He wondered how he would have ever gotten his gargantuan member inside his daughter. He gazed down at his wife’s face – he loved her so much! He had adored her from the moment they met. She had her flaws, sure, as did he.

“Oh Tom, there’s nothing like it!” she cried. “Oh Baby, I love the feeling of you stretching me! Fuck me, Lover!”

“I love you, Shana. I don’t care what you do; I’ll always love you,” he whispered as he kissed her lips.

“Tom, Baby…oh fuck it’s so good,” she moaned. “I love you, Baby. I missed you so much!”

Tom couldn’t resist remarking. He smiled, “Yes, you missed me so badly that you fucked your Daddy…”

“Tom! Don’t bring that up while we’re…fuck yes! Like that, Baby!”

Tom thrust into her harder than usual. Even though he totally forgave her, he subconsciously wanted to re-establish his territory. This woman was HIS. She might have been used, temporarily, by another man, but she was his. She would always be his. He could see in her face that he was in total control of her. She was in total submission to him, trusting him to give her pleasure and to take care of her needs. This he would do, but at the same time he would let her know that she was his and he would get his own satisfaction from her body.

“Nothing is as good as this, Tom,” she panted. “I love how you fuck me. You know exactly what I need. Oh, Tom, it’s never been better than this!”

The image of his naked daughter flashed into his mind, briefly. He could have fucked her. She wanted it. He had no doubt that he could still have her. Even though this thought was highly arousing, his heart belonged to Shana. Given the choice between his ripe, beautiful, sexy young daughter and his wife, he would choose Shana every single time. She was aging, though still gorgeous and sexy, but that didn’t even matter. She could be fat and ugly, for all he cared. He loved her more than life itself. It was just a bonus that she was still hot as fire.

“Tom, Baby…I’m so close,” she groaned. He was teasing her, stopping at intervals, or changing the pace just enough to keep her from cumming. He knew her so well! He could play her body like a fine-tuned instrument. He would control when she had an orgasm – not her. He could detect when she was about to go over the edge. If he decided that she didn’t deserve an orgasm, she wouldn’t get one. He was in total control of her and she absolutely loved it!

“You want me to yell for Jackson to join us, Shana?” he teased.

Her eyes flashed with excitement. Tom saw it, and expected it. He thrust violently into her, re-establishing his dominance of her.

“Fuck! Tom, please? Please let me cum, Baby?” she begged.

“You didn’t answer my question, Shana,” he stated with a mischievous grin on his face. “Don’t you want us both at once?”

“You bastard!” she laughed. “Only if Jennifer can join us, too,” she said, slyly.

“I only have one dick, Baby,” he smiled.

“It’s fucking big enough for 4 or 5 ordinary men, you STUD!” she exclaimed.

He leaned over and licked her nipples, then reached down and flicked her clit with his thumb as he slowly stroked in and out of her. He locked his eyes on hers, knowing that she was about climax.

“Fuck! Oh, Tom, I am cummmmmmmming!” she yelled as her body squirmed beneath him, her legs opened as widely as possible. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a huge, gasping sob. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, YESSSSSSSSS!”

Her orgasm was so violent that her pussy threatened to choke his thick cock. He had wanted to ride out her orgasm before emptying himself inside her, but he felt her warm, clasping pussy pinching his meatus so deliciously, that his own climax was triggered. He felt his warm load of semen rushing down his shaft and the head of his cock spasmed as he blasted massive geysers of his sperm into her luscious, welcoming body.

As they lay in the afterglow of their wonderful, loving sex, Shana whispered, “You still lust for her, don’t you?”

Tom rolled over to look in her face. “I don’t blame you for being worried…”

“Tom!” she smiled. “I’m not worried. Think about what I did! I’m way worse than you. I was just asking…If we’re going to be perfectly honest – and I want us to be – I sure haven’t stopped noticing our sexy boy.”

“The real question is, ‘Are we going to ever do anything with them again’, right?”

Shana searched his eyes. A tiny shadow of a smile crossed her face.

“Shana, what are you thinking? Honey?”

She touched ümraniye escort his muscular chest and drew a finger from his throat to his navel. She shrugged. “I dunno.”

“You want to, don’t you? Shana!”

“Tom – it’s not that I want some ongoing thing. I don’t. But I know how I am. I know that I get these…urges…and I’m just wondering that if…if something unplanned were to happen…,” she stammered.

“Let me see if I’m understanding you. If you were to “backslide” again…or if I did…hypothetically…we don’t want to feel tempted to lie about it. Is that it? In other words, if something happens…we just tell each other and forgive and go on with life? Something like that?”

“Yes, but…and I hate to even say these words out loud…but once you have a taste for it, it’s going to be harder to never do it again. Right?” she asked.

“So are we giving each other permission to…? Shana, this is awful. It’s unthinkable. It’s horrible!”

She brought his hand to her lips and smiled. “Yes. Yes it is. It’s not permission, exactly, Tom. It’s like…acceptance. We accept each other’s weaknesses. I promise I’m not planning anything. I’m not! But I don’t want to ever go through this guilt and lying and wondering if you are going to stop loving me…” Bright tears shone in her eyes. “Tom, I can’t lose you. You are my life.”

Tom stroked his wife’s face. He knew in his heart that there was nothing she could do that he wouldn’t forgive. He loved her so much that he had wondered, at times, if he could live without her. “I’m not going to say that I don’t care what you do. And I don’t want you to say that about me. But, I like the idea that we just accept each other, no matter what happens.” He smiled mischievously. “You can fuck Jackson every day and I’ll still love you…but I want details!”

“You are the perfect man!” she smiled.

“And you’re the perfect woman,” he said as he kissed her and placed her hand on his fully-engorged manhood. He was ready to go again and he knew she was, as well.

*****

Several days later, Jackson had gone to visit a friend and Shana had gone to work in her school room. It was the first time that Jennifer had been alone with her father since Jackson and Shana had come home from Bill’s ranch. Tom had asked Jennifer to help him get some cattle up, so that they could separate the young bulls for castration. He would have Jackson help him tomorrow, but right now all they had to do was get them in the corral. Jennifer loved farm work and was pretty strong, but she couldn’t match the strength of a man. Still, she enjoyed helped her father for a couple of hours that morning. By the time they finished, they both had mud and cow manure on their boots and clothes. As fastidious as Jennifer was, she was anxious to take a shower and get cleaned up.

Tom laughed at her when he saw her step in a “cow pile” and grimace. “Girl, you’re a good worker, and you would make a good farmer’s wife, but I don’t think you’ll ever get used to cow shit.”

Jennifer was a little surprised that her Dad said “shit” to her, because she knew he really disdained profanity. She smiled, “You got that right. I don’t like shit on me! How about I go take a shower and fix some lunch?”

Tom laughed. “Sure, go wash the shit off of you and make us some sandwiches. I still have to move some hay in the barn,” he told her. “By the way, Jen, don’t say that word…at least don’t make it a habit. Okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled. “I won’t say shit.” She turned and waded through mud and manure, heading toward the house. Even in her mud-covered jeans, Tom thought, she still was incredibly sexy. His cock stirred. He was quite sure that she would be willing to show him her naked body and even do…something more…if he just showed an interest. Now that he knew how willing she was, it was hard not to think of it.

After moving the hay in the barn, he made his way to the house and took his boots off on the porch. He got the hose and sprayed the mud and manure off the lower portions of his work pants before entering the house. When he got in the house, Jennifer had prepared some sandwiches, potato chips, and a large glass of iced tea.

Jennifer had taken a quick shower and now wore running shorts and a rather tight Atlanta Braves tee shirt. She didn’t see the point of wearing a bra. In fact, since everything was now out in the open, she had rarely worn a bra around the house. She had anticipated, and dreaded, a family meeting where they talked all this out and put rules in place that would keep any of this from happening again. She wondered if they might even go to some kind of family counseling, but she couldn’t imagine the embarrassment of such a thing. Her attitude was that everyone should just let the past be the past.

Tom sat at the table, across from Jennifer, eating his lunch. His eyes were drawn to her tight tee shirt and how it molded to her ripe young breasts. It was a navy blue shirt, but he could still barely see escort kartal the outline of her nipples. He wondered if she was wearing this purposely for him or if she just figured, after all that had happened, that modesty could take a back seat to comfort. Either way, he was enjoying the view as they chatted and ate their lunch. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was gazing at her chest. She knew, after all, that he loved to look. Why pretend?

“Thanks for lunch, Jenny,” he smiled as he stood up. “I’m going to take a quick shower to get this stench off of me.”

“I like making lunch for you when it’s just us here,” she smiled. “I guess it kinda makes me fantasize of being married and making lunch for my husband. That’s kind of an outmoded thing now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and that’s a shame. On a farm, at least, the man and the woman can’t do the same work. I like to think that your mother and I have always perfectly complemented each other, as far as our roles are concerned,” he told her.

“I think you have. I like the idea of being a housewife or a farm wife. I mean, I want to get an education, and have a career, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to have traditional roles in my home.”

“You’re a smart girl, Jenny. Well, I’m gonna get that shower…”

The downstairs bathroom was inside the master bedroom. Tom didn’t bother shutting the door to the bedroom. There was really no need, he reflected. If his daughter happened to see him changing clothes, so what? She had seen everything he had- and much more.

Jennifer cleared the table and began washing the dishes. She could hear the shower running and the image of her naked father came into her mind. She wished that she could watch him shower, if nothing else. His body was so firm and muscular and, best of all, he was hung like a horse. The very thought of it sent lascivious shivers through her body.

When she finished the dishes and had put them away, she walked toward the living room, but glanced into her parents’ bedroom. She noticed that the bathroom door was closed. She stopped for a moment, thinking how much she would like to see behind that door when, to her shock, the door opened and her naked father walked out. He didn’t notice her and walked to his bed where he had his clean clothes laid out.

Jennifer could not keep her eyes off of him. She couldn’t move. Her father’s body was so manly, so muscular. No fat, anywhere. Just muscles. And that glorious cock was hanging down within inches of his knees. Her heart raced, her nipples hardened, and her pussy began to flow with her natural lubrications.

Then he noticed her. She was standing, as if mesmerized. “Sorry, Jenny. I should have closed the door. I wasn’t thinking…”

Jennifer walked toward him, robotically. She was magnetically drawn to him. He had no time to think as she walked toward him. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she dropped to her knees and took his now-hardening cudgel into her hand.

“Jenny…,” he whispered.

She looked up at him as she held his cock in one hand and stroked it lovingly with the other. “Daddy, it’s so beautiful,” she gasped.

Tom tried to muster the willpower to stop her. He had experienced her hot little mouth on his cock before. He knew how good it felt and he knew how much she wanted to do it again. She adored him and she was now a sexually-experienced young woman. He had watched her in action with her twin brother. He was fairly certain that she wanted to experience, with him, what she frequently was getting from Jackson. Even though she was 18 he, Tom, was the adult here. It was his responsibility to take control of this situation. He knew that, if they anything, that his beloved wife would now sanction it, so he didn’t have to worry about guilt and lying. But still, this was just wrong. Everything he had ever believed screamed out to him to stop this, because once she put that wonderful mouth on his thick phallus, it would be all over. There would be no going back.

She hefted his horse-like nuts, imagining that they were full of cum and that they probably held a quart of her Daddy’s delicious juice. She loved cum. She liked watching it shoot out. She liked tasting it. She liked swallowing it. She loved its texture. She liked it being sprayed in her face or on her body. She mostly loved the feel of huge jets of warm cum being pumped into her young, eager pussy. She leaned forward and, still holding his pendulous scrotum, kissed the head of his half-erect cock.

That was it. Tom surrendered. “Jenny, Baby. Take your clothes off for Daddy,” he croaked.

Jennifer got to her feet and began to pull her shorts and panties down. Her father stretched out on the bed and watched as she removed her tee shirt, displaying her perfect teen body to his lecherous gaze. She got in bed with him and, grasping his now fully-engorged cock, lay on her side and kissed her father’s lips.

Tom kissed her, then moved to his side, his throbbing cock waving in front of him like a divining rod. He kissed her ear and then her throat, as she moaned and stroked his cock. He got on his knees and began to feast on her perfectly formed, taut young breasts. He licked and sucked her nipples as she groaned and grunted her approval.

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The Lake House Pt. 01

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All characters are over the age of 18!

Summary: Ben has always dreamed of fucking his sister. The night before his family is to leave for their Lake House his sister comes into his bedroom with a surprise that makes all his dreams come true.

***

Family vacations sucked. My whole life, I had been forced to endure summer after summer of family vacations. Many of you would probably call me spoiled or ungrateful, but not one of you ever had to put up with my mother and father. Both were uptight prudes who thought that they were better than most people. When the few who they believed to be better than them were around, they would grovel and basically kissed the ground they walked on. It was embarrassing, exhausting and altogether the worst days of my life.

The family vacation was never anything really all that special. Good old dad had inherited a lake house from his father after the old man had died from getting too excited while he was knocking boots with a prostitute. The lake house was nice enough, big enough that they all had their own rooms—that included Mum and Dad having separate sleep quarters. There was a rather modern and nice telly in the living room that got all the channels. The lake right outside was pretty good as well.

Every summer, as I said, Mum and Dad would pack the car and drag my sister, Alice, and I down to the lake. The drive took a total of seven hours, and every time we drove, it took longer and longer. There was always pit stops along the way, but that was only to go to the toilet and to stop for lunch. The rest of the time was either spent in silence listening to Dad’s awful taste in music or Mum’s most recent audiobook. Thank god for iPhone and headphones.

The last vacation felt like a long time ago, even though it had only been last summer. Things had been different as it was during the middle of our parent’s divorce. Just before we had left, Mum had discovered Dad’s affair. It had been going on for months according to their evening arguments, but Dad had promised it was over. Alice and I knew better.

We would sit at the top of the stairs, throwing pieces of popcorn at one another trying to catch it as we listened to Mum and Dad fight. It was the most amusement that we could get since Mum took our phones away before we got sent upstairs to bed.

The lake house vacation came earlier than any other year. School had only let out two days before Dad announced we would be driving down to the lake house in a few days. It was apparent that Mum wanted to get away from it all, and so we packed up everything.

Alice and I packed our bags, and both agreed that by the time we came home from the lake house, our parents would be getting divorced. If the two managed to stay together, it would be a miracle.

The lack of parental interest in our lives had left Alice and I growing up rather close. We had spent years sticking to each other like glue, parenting each other and making sure to stay out of our parent’s way. Alice was older than me, she had turned nineteen a few months prior, and while I thought she was the best sister ever she wasn’t the brightest start in the night sky. Her grades had been terrible for as long as I could remember, not that our parents cared, and no matter how hard I tried, she hadn’t been able to finish school. She should have headed to college already, but she had been held back to repeat her senior year again, this time with me. It had been fun having her stay back. She was in my classes, and I wasn’t left alone with our parents. Even being 18 years old, myself, I liked having her close by.

The only bad thing about Alice still being around was that she was my biggest distraction. If my mother ever learned about my obsession with my sister, she would either have me locked up in prison or have a priest perform some sort of exorcism on me. But I couldn’t help it. Over the last few months, my every dream had become about it. I was waking up from erotic fantasies with a rock hard cock that needed some desperate attention.

The first wet dream about her had her pink pouty lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off until my orgasm hit and she pulled back so my cum covered her face. Waking up after that had me dying for it to become real. The dreams and my imagination only ever grew, my last girlfriend was as close to Alice as I could get. Long brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, at least a c cup for her breasts and a perky ass.

Her name was Ava and she was new to our school. The teacher asked for someone to show her around and who was I to say no to a girl with pouty lips and big brown eyes. I showed her around the school and then introduced her to the supply closest where I made sure she wrapped those lips around my cock before giving her a nice facial. That supply closest was used often by a lot of different students, especially me.

I did sleep with other girls, while I wasn’t popular like Alice, I was a good-looking guy and nice enough that I didn’t have to try too hard. But no matter how many pussies I dipped my cock into, I couldn’t forget about escort ataşehir Alice.

With our parents falling apart at the seams, Alice, being herself, had become more attentive to me than normal. Whenever tensions were high, she would hover, and it made me only want her more.

The night before we were due to drive down to the lake house, she had come into my room after both our parents had gone to sleep to check on me. I was stretched out on my bed, book on my lap when the door popped open, and Alice slipped in.

If I didn’t have any self-control, I would have mounted her then and there. She came into my room wearing a ridiculously small and see-through silk nightgown. It was soft baby pink, and the neckline plunged low enough that the top mounds of her perky breasts were on display, and the bottom was short enough that if she bent even a little bit, her ass cheeks would hang out. I could also see the matching pink panties peaking out as she stood across the room for me.

I shifted in my bed and placed my book over my now rock-hard cock. All I wanted was for Alice to pull off her panties and ride my cock like her life would end without it. I swallowed the build-up of saliva in my mouth and offered her a smile.

She returned into and walked over to my bed. “You okay, Ben?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, you?”

She sat down on the edge of the bed; her nightgown slid up her thighs, leaving them bare for me. Her hand reached over, and she grasped my knee. “I’m alright, just not looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Tell me about it.” I shifted and kept my hard on covered.

“At least they will be too mad to fight. Hopefully, it will just be the radio the whole way.” Alice turned more to face me, she lifted her knee onto my bed, and she tucked her ankle behind her other calf. Her nightgown lifted more, and I could see the pink panties from before.

I gulped. My cock throbbing for attention. “Then we can just avoid them once we get to the lake.”

Alice nodded. She bit down on her lip, and a light pink blush covered her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She almost looked embarrassed, but the innocent look in her eyes just turned me on even more.

“I…um…” She glanced towards my crotch, and I looked down. I froze as I realised the book had fallen off my lap and my cock standing up as far as it could in the confines of my PJ’s.

“Oh,” was all I managed to say.

Alice giggled and asked, “Were you reading something naughty?”

I shook my head. All I wanted to say was that it was all for her, but, how could I?

“Or is it for me?” her voice dropped into a deeper tone, and it caused my cock to twitch. Alice’s hand slid up from my knee and rubbed along the inside of my thigh. She moved to kneel just above me and glanced up and down my body. Biting down on her lower lip, she peered up at me and said, “I know you think about me.” Her voice spread goosebumps across my skin, her hand crept higher up my thigh and moved along my covered cock. “I can hear you as you jerk yourself off, wishing that it was my mouth wrapped around you, or that you were inside my pussy.”

I couldn’t speak. The shock had taken over as I heard every single dirty thing, I had wanted to ever spill from Alice’s mouth fall out. I had to be dreaming.

She reached the top of my pants, gripped the top and pulled them down my legs. My cock popped free and stood before us. She smiled and ran her fingers up from the base all the way to my sensitive head that was already leaking pre-cum. I hissed as her fingers pinched the tip and played with the skin.

Alice smiled widely and moved to slid from the bed and knelt on the floor. I followed and sat on the edge of my bed, her mouth now level with my cock. She wrapped her hands around the base and pumped me.

I moaned as her hands wrapped around me, giving my cock the attention, it had so desperately wanted.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” Alice asked.

I nodded; no words would come out.

My eyes were locked on Alice as she leant down to lick the tip of my cock. She licked and sucked on the very tip, sending jolts of pleasure down my length. Her hands still gripped my base, and she giggled as I grunted when she took just the tip in between her lips. I moaned and watched in awe as the pouty lips of my sister swallowed my cock. Every inch disappeared in my sister’s throat until I felt my cock hit the back. About two inches couldn’t fit into her pretty mouth, and she made sure to keep one hand rubbing my base. She moaned around my cock and pulled back, my length slowly slipping from her mouth.

“Fuck, Alice.” My hands gripped her head and guided her as she started to bob her head. She applied the perfect amount of pressure, one hand pumped the base of my cock, the other found my ball sacks and gently massaged them. I was in complete heaven. “You love my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I asked.

Alice looked up at me. Her eyes were wide with lust, her lips swallowing my cock whole. She hummed her answer and deep throated kadıköy escort bayan me again.

“Best cock you’ve ever swallowed.”

She hummed again.

“I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”

Alice squealed around my length, excitement flashed in her eyes, and the pace of her movements increased. She wanted my cum, she was desperate for it.

I gripped her brown hair and thrust my hips right along with her. I was going to cum into my sister’s mouth, Alice’s mouth. Not some other girl who looked like her, my sister was sucking my cock and wanted so badly to swallow every last drop of my cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” My hair gripped her hair even tighter, a brief thought that I might be hurting her flashed in my mind. Still, the intense pressure that burst from within me as my cum shot into Alice’s mouth washed away anything but the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

I buried my cock as far as I could into her throat and watched as she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto me.

Alice pulled back once she had every drop, my cock softened in her grasp, and she let it go with a pop. I used my grip on her hair to pull her up and into my lap. She straddled my waist, and I kissed her as hard as I could. I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue, and it made me want to do it again.

Pulling back from the embrace, I wanted to fuck her so bad. I lifted her up, and she muffled a squeal into my shoulder as I dropped her onto the bed beneath me. I was ready to rip those panties off and fuck her until she screamed my name, but she stopped me.

Alice kissed me again and then said, “Not yet.”

I frowned. “Why?” It came out in a whine, and Alice just giggled and kissed me.

“Because I want to enjoy this, not rush.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “We can play more tomorrow.” She kissed my nose and then laid down in my bed, her nice ass facing me, barely hidden by the little piece that she called panties.

***

The sun was high, and the parents hadn’t stopped arguing since they had awoken. I had been enjoying my morning as I was woken up by Alice’s mouth. She had told me to stay quiet as our parents were awake downstairs and she had sucked me off before letting me cum all over her breasts and face. It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen, but she still wouldn’t let me fuck her, she kept telling me to wait.

I had managed to make it downstairs after a long shower where I jacked myself off to my memory of Alice’s lips. I found her standing in the kitchen, eating a banana of all fruits and dressed like a tease. She had chosen a yellow and white sundress that showed off her beautiful legs and her breasts perfectly. She had tied her hair up in a high ponytail, and I could see the simmer of her pink lip gloss. I had to shake myself out of the stupor that she put me in when Dad yelled for me to help him pack the car.

The cars that both of my parents had were both not ideal for road trips. Both of them had small sedan cars that didn’t have a lot of truck space. That meant that two suitcases always ended up on the back seat. Alice and I could either sit with them between us, or we could sit right next to each other. I usually stacked them in the middle so I could avoid being too close and getting a boner, this trip I was going to take full advantage of the situation.

I stacked the bags behind the driver’s seat and made sure Alice would need to sit mostly on me for the ride. Even if all I got was her ass cheeks rubbing on my car the whole way, it would be worth it.

When we were ready to go, Alice gave me a cheeky smile when she noticed the seating arrangements. I climbed in first, and Alice slid in on top of me, her bottom rubbing against my crotch.

My dad glanced back and asked, “You two okay?”

“All good, Daddy,” said Alice and wiggled her bottom.

I bit back a groan and gave him the thumbs up.

Mum didn’t speak. She plugged her ears with headphone and turned her body away from Dad. It was going to be a long drive.

It didn’t take long to hit the highway; Mum was intent on ignoring Dad, and he was doing the same thing. His terrible music was playing loud enough from the radio that Alice and I could talk without having to be worried they would hear. I was also pleased that Dad’s rear-view mirror was mostly blocked, and he wouldn’t be able to see much unless he turned to look at us.

Alice leant against me and said, “I like this seating arrangement much better than the old one.”

I smiled and ran my hand up her bare leg. “Me too.” I slid my hand under her dress and smiled as she shivered at my touch. Last night the closest I had gotten to touching her sweet pussy was when she straddled me. I had every intention of making sure the next six hours were filled with pleasure for both of us.

My fingers reached her panties, and I smirked as Alice’s breathing hitched. The plan was to finger her and see how long until she would cum. Being able to get Alice off without our parents escort bostancı just in front of us turned me on that my cock was already hardening in my pants. I also wanted to tease her, she had tasted my cock, and I wanted her to be so needy for my cock to fuck her pussy that she would beg me to do it even if our parents watched us. God, I was a sick fuck, but Alice was just so fucking delicious.

I slid my finger across the soft fabric of her panties and applied enough pressure to push the fabric in between the folds of her warm pussy. Her hand gripped my shirt, and she let her head fall back and lean against my shoulder. I nuzzled my nose into her hair and add another finger to me teasing.

Her panties were quickly becoming ruined by the juices dripping from her, and I whispered, “I think these may need to come off.”

She whimpered as I applied more pressure. “Ben, please.”

I smirked and moved my fingers to the side of the fabric. I pushed it too the side and found the soft wet folds below.

Alice bit down on her lip and groaned, her hips lifting up, begging for me to bury my fingers in her.

“You two okay back there?” asked Dad.

“All good. Alice is just grumbling about how warm it is back here,” I said.

“I turn up the AC for you.”

Alice whimpered as my finger dipped inside her.

“Thank Dad for being so considerate,” I whispered in her ear.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she whined out.

I slipped in my second finger, and her grip on my shirt tightened. “Do you wish that it was my cock fucking you right now?”

She nodded.

“I could bury my cock inside your tight pussy and fill you to the brim with all my cum.”

Her mouth fell open, and her hand reached down to grasp my hand as I increased the pressure of my fingers as they entered her again and again, rubbing her walls, pinching her clit.

“I would bend you over these suitcases and fuck you while Mummy and Daddy watch, maybe then Daddy will fuck you after me.” Her eyes rolled back, and I pulled her face to look at me. I smiled down at the overwhelming pleasure across her face and watched the disappointment as I halted my fingers.

She let go of my shirt and grabbed my wrist with both hands. “No, don’t stop.”

I leant down and kissed her gently, making sure to keep my hand still. “Beg me,” I said against her lips.

She whined and tried to push my fingers back inside her.

“Beg me to let you cum,” I said.

Her hands tightened. “Please, little brother.”

My hard cock twitched.

“Little brother let me cum.”

I kissed her again, this time harder and thrust my fingers back into her pussy. Her walls clenched around my hand, and I added a third finger to stretch her even more. My cock throbbed with excitement as her walls quivered around me, I could just imagine how her silky inside would squeeze and caress my cock once I was able to fuck her. I couldn’t wait to coat her inside was my hot cum, and her gushing juice splashing all over me.

Alice squirmed, and her nails dug into my skin. With a hard thrust and a last tight squeeze, she shuddered as her released rushed through her and her cum gushed out of her cunt. It coated my fingers and hand, soaked her already ruined panties and a small pool gushed out onto my pants. She trembled in my hands and relaxed utterly against me, her grip loosening.

“Your quite the gusher,” I mumbled in her ear. I played with the juices inside her pussy and pulled out my coated fingers. I brought them up to me lips and licked the tips clean. “And you have the best juice ever.”

Her eyes widened, and she wiggled her bum against my still throbbing cock as she watched me clean my hand.

“Did you want to taste yourself?” I asked.

She nodded.

I dipped my fingers back into her sensitive folds and pulled a whimper from her. With my fingers coated again, I lifted them to her face and smeared her cum against her lips. She licked at the juice and pulled my fingers into her mouth. Watching her suck my fingers reminded me of how wonderful her mouth had felt around my cock. Her tongue licked between my two fingers, and she flashed her innocent eyes up at me.

“Naughty minx.”

She released my fingers with a pop and reached up to kiss me. Tasting her cum mixed with her saliva made me want to fuck her even more.

“Are you two hungry?” Mum asked.

I pulled away from Alice delicious lips and smirked. “Starved,” I said.

“Absolutely famished,” said Alice.

“Pull over at the next stop,” said Mum.

Dad just grunted an acknowledgement.

For the next few minutes of the drive, Alice leant against my chest. Her cum was still leaking from her folds, and my cock was still hard against her ass. I would have to see if I could find a chance while we were stopped to get some relief.

I rubbed my hands up Alice’s thigh and whispered, “How do you feel about becoming a truck stop slut?”

Alice nodded and smirked up at me.

Slipping away from our parents would be easy. They were two busy avoiding each other they had been completely oblivious to us in the back seat. We could head to a different spot and sneak into the restroom, or maybe I would just wait for Mum and Dad to walk away from the car, and I would bend her over the bags like I had said earlier.

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Midlife Reflections

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I first learned of the magnetism of sexual odor as an 18-year-old teenager. In school, I was always more cerebral than athletic. Consequently, I participated in science and debate clubs instead of sports. Reserved and shy, I was not popular with the girls.

My senior year, trigonometry was being taught by a new teacher. Miss Howard was a young, gorgeous, 25-year-old slender blond of perfect proportion. Of course, she was the object of desire by the males in the class.

On one science-fair field trip, which she sponsored, the guys were teasing her over dinner. They wondered what kind of man she was attracted to. Hypothetically, they asked, which of us would she desire the most? She thought a minute and looked right at me. “I believe Pete is the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” Stunned, they looked at me and one declared, “You have to be kidding! Why?”

“He just is,” she replied.

On the way to our rooms, she stopped me. She hoped she hadn’t embarrassed me with her comments. “I had to be honest,” she said. I told her that I was stunned, that no one had ever said I was attractive, and I was grateful to her. “You are more than, attractive, Pete. I hope you don’t mind my telling you that you really turn me on.” I was shocked! Teachers just didn’t talk like that. Embarrassed, I said goodnight and went to my room.

Next Monday, as she stood in front of class lecturing on the relation between sines and chords, I noticed she was wearing a one piece dress of silk-like fabric. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties because her pubic hair protruded visibly against the front. I got an instant erection. After class, she asked me to come to her office. She needed my help moving some heavy furniture, she told me.

When we got to her office, she closed the door and faced me. She stepped close to me and softly said, “I noticed in class your getting aroused. Do you like my outfit?” I stammered an affirmative reply. She said, “Don’t be afraid. I like you. Would you like to kiss me?” She stepped into my escort ataşehir arms and tipped her head. I bent down and kissed her full lips. She began to breathe rapidly. Her tongue explored my mouth. My erection was pressing tightly against my briefs, seeking release. She pushed her mound atop my penis and dry fucked it while kissing me passionately.

“Oh, Pete! Take me here, on the floor. I want you inside me.” She ripped at my fly, pulling my jeans down. My hard tool popped out of my shorts. She held it momentarily, then gently kissed it. “Oh, my God! It’s bigger than I thought! You are so beautiful.” She kissed the sides, and then moved lower, licking and sucking my sack and again back up to the head. Precum was oozing from the tip. She licked it off and sucked it out, moaning all the while. She swallowed half the length. I could feel the contractions of her tongue and the walls of her mouth working their magic.

Inexperienced, I had no understanding of protocol. It just happened. I came in her mouth. I was horrified. What will she think?

To my surprise, she made a moaning, growling sound as she sucked my penis with even more aggressive suction. She seemed to love it. With a smile in her eyes, she looked up at me. Her beauty captivated me so much.

Dribbles of cum escaped her lips. She stood up and kissed me. I overlooked my own cum and returned her passionate kisses. I was still hard, as only an 18-year-old can be after release. She said, “Now it’s my turn.” She removed the belt from her dress and slipped it over her head. She spent the afternoon teaching me the many ways of satisfying a woman—lessons we frequently practiced the remainder of the term.

As I was leaving the school, I met one of the cheerleaders standing alone outside. I said hello and headed toward my car.

“I wonder if you can help me. A friend was supposed to pick me up, but she must have forgotten about me. My parents are on a trip and there’s no one at home to call. Could you give me a lift?”

“No kadıköy escort bayan problem,” I said. We chitchatted on the way about school, our teachers and the sports teams. She mentioned problems she was having with her parents about dating her boyfriend, the school’s starting quarterback. They no longer could see each other because he was black. I commiserated with her in sympathy against the mortal enemy—parents.

I surreptitiously stole glances at her long legs and her shapely figure. She had short black hair, and a lovely profile with a nicely shaped nose and full lips. She was so cute in her cheerleaders outfit; and, the thought of the big black football player pounding her pussy, his hanging balls slapping her ass, created intense erotic visions.

I fantasized about slipping into her window at night after her return from a night of fucking him. The thought of cum flowing from her pussy down her thick, black, pubic hairs toward her ass made me ravenous. Having had a taste of my own cum, I was now addicted. But, I knew I had no appeal to a popular girl like her. I was just an item of immediate utility, to be used and forgotten.

When I stopped in front of her house, she grabbed the door handle, slightly opening the door. “You’re so sweet,” she said. She leaned over to give me a quick kiss near my mouth. I noticed her slightly stiffen. She hesitated, started to leave, then she gave me another, longer, kiss on the lips this time. She leaned back and looked at me. I was worried. I hadn’t had time to wash Miss Howard’s cum off of my face. I was afraid Missy was going to be horrified.

She suddenly got a clouded look in her eyes and leaned forward ravishing my mouth, furiously sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. She ground her face into me, kissing me again and again. She touched my now hard cock, stroking it, checking it out. Panting now, she said, “Come in with me, no one’s home: Park in the garage so no one sees your car.” I knew she meant her boyfriend, but I didn’t care.

We escort bostancı scurried to her parent’s bedroom, undressing along the way. She pulled back the sheets and removed her panties, tossing them aside. “I like to make love in my parent’s bed. It turns me on. Wait a sec while I pee.” When she left I picked up her dark blue panties—one of our school colors. I noticed the letters XS on the tag, and the crotch was wet with white streaks of cum. I put the crotch in my mouth and sucked to taste the juices. Missy walked in while I was licking the cum. I turned red and quickly dropped them.

She moved close to me and held me in a hug. She told me not to be ashamed, that she eats her cum off her fingers all the time. She then fervently began kissing me, moving down to my neck then progressing down my front kissing and licking as she went along. I hadn’t showered so the juices of Miss Howard were still all over the region. Missy must have noticed, but she didn’t hesitate. She licked me around my scrotum and sucked my balls one by one. She then turned toward the base of my shaft, licking around the circumference. She licked up and down my now rock hard cock. She took me in her mouth and expertly began sucking it.

I fantasized about her sucking her boyfriend’s black dick. This caused the sperm in my balls to churn, but my many previous orgasms allowed me to prolong climax. I was a sex machine. She gasped, “I want your tongue. Eat my pussy.” I used the techniques Miss Howard had taught me. Missy’s body was quivering and bucking, her juices flowed from her pussy, coating my face and dripping onto her parent’s sheets.

We fucked that night time and time again. Later, I told her about my fantasy of crawling in her window after her being with Tarrell, her boyfriend. Shortly thereafter, she fulfilled my fantasy and it was everything I had imagined it would be.

I’m now 45 years old, typing late at night in an airplane somewhere over the Atlantic. Sitting next to me is a young beauty whose skimpy thong panties show when she leans forward. Before leaving home, I made love to my wife and her smell is still in my beard. I, therefore, am not surprised when the young lady next to me says she is cold and wonders if I would hold her under the blanket so she can get warm.

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My apartment smells like blueberries and sex. It reminds me of the desserts you used to bake when my ex wife and I would visit for dinner. Your husband always whined about how you only baked for company, and I always had to try not to look at you too much when you bent over to put things in the oven. . .

And now, finally, you’re in my shower, running soapy hands over mysterious curves. I’m outside, undressing. My belt tinkles as I undo my jeans and push them down and off. I pull my shirt up over my head, necklace dangling against my chest. The cool air coming in through the cracked window makes my nipples hard. It tingles. Hooking my thumbs over the elastic band of my boxers, I slip them off, stepping into cotton pajama bottoms that always feel so good against my skin.

I hear the shower stop. Vague movements rustle behind the bathroom door. I sigh at your familiar nearness, then step into my kitchen for a glass of milk before bed. I decide I’m hungry, so I pull the bread and peanut butter off the shelf and start to spread it on. I hear the bathroom door opening, and I say I’m having a sandwich.

I’m bending into the refrigerator for some jelly when I hear you come up behind me.

“Can bostancı escort I have some?”

I bump my head straightening up, turning toward your warm velvet voice.

That gorgeous hair spills over your bare shoulders, slightly mussed. My towel clings precariously to your damp skin, held in place by crossed arms over your chest. You’re leaning against the doorway, face tilted fetchingly against the wall. I know that face. That face is in my fantasies. It says you want me.

Your arms relax, and the towel falls to the floor around your feet. Your heavy-lidded eyes tease me darkly, half-grinning as you playfully cover yourself with your hands.

“Oops.”

Bad girl.

Yeah, you can have some. I step a little closer, bringing my chest and torso inches from your naked skin. My face dips down past yours. The wet scent of your hair tingles my senses. My lips brush your ear, my tongue tasting clean skin even before we touch.

“Mmmm…” you moan, eyes closing, mouth drooping from my ministrations on your neck. My hands find yours and guide them to my waist, then help you push the bottoms down around my ass and thighs to pool on the cool tile around my feet.

I step ümraniye escort bayan out of them, my stiffness bobbing with relief. It juts toward you, begging. Your eyes are on it, dreamy and bemused. You reach toward it, your eyes meeting mine briefly, daringly. And then you grasp me with lollipop fingers, your body smiling at the newfound toy in your hand.

My own hand finds your thigh, lightly trailing fingers on the outside, up, down, and then around the front and up again. Your eyes close when I dip into the honey pot between your legs. My cock gets harder with your breath, my touches causing tremors in your flesh. I churn your warm butter carefully with deft fingers, anxious for your pleasure.

Your face and breath is heavy for sex. I pull away and urge you toward my bed, pushing you down to sit with gentle motions. You look up at me again, my thick erection hanging near your perfect kissing mouth. And then you open wide and suck me. Fireworks in my mind go off like crackling gunshots. Your hands are on my legs and waist, pulling me closer, touching my bare skin hungrily. My insides are ecstatic for your touch, your lips, your steaming cunt. And after I few long moments, I have kartal escort to have you.

Pulling out of your pretty face, I bend to grasp your knees with determined hands, lifting them up, laying you back onto my deep, dark sheets and spreading wide the curtain of your prize. Your taboo pussy beckons, my manhood acquiescing to its overdue demand.

I slide my body between your silky legs, coming home to warm arms and pillow breasts, our union happening in breathless seconds.

And then I’m there, pressing down my fantasy into 3D blanket realness. I’m writing whole essays inside you, pushing girlish sounds from women’s lips, stealing desperate lifeguard kisses while we drown. We play, we gasp, we ride the moment wildly, and all the while my mind is spinning, barrel-rolling, treasuring the feeling of my sweet forbidden fuck. . .

I climb your mountain with conviction, wasting nothing, tasting everything…planting my flagpole firmly after every upward stroke…climbing, climbing…and then we summit, short of oxygen, breath coming forcefully through the erotic air between our bodies. I see your face go weightless, feel your body tighten from the inside, desperate muscles pulsing around my sex. Your orgasm is my wet dream. I cum for you, deeply, strongly, seeding heat into your hotness while my senses sound applause. Our bodies crash like waves, peaking, spraying, foaming, then falling back down onto the seabed, settling slowly into deep, deep blue sheets. . .

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