The Studly Duckling

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“Elliot, another A+. Good Work. Lee, another A+ also. Good work,” Mrs. Claudia Cummings recited in a bored, uninterested tone. Those would be the only two A+ grades that she’d be giving out that day. The rest of the tests in the stack she was handing back to her students was a depressing assortment of F grades, D grades, the occasional C, and a rare B.

Elliot Gate and Lee Kwon were Mrs. Cummings two best students. Thier attendance was perfect, their grades were perfect, they were both very polite, they never caused her any trouble, and they never bullied the other students. Elliot wasn’t an unattractive boy, being blonde and blue-eyed, but whatever handsome features he had were buried under a layer of baby-fat that had never burned off, even in his puberty. Lee was the polar opposite, being rail-thin and always crouched over with poor posture. They were nerds. Geeks. Dweebs. Frankly, they were the only two students in Mrs. Cummings senior class who didn’t fit in with the rest of the sexy sluts, macho studs, and teenage psychopaths who made up most of the school’s student body.

Unfortunately for Elliot and Lee, none of that mattered at all to the salacious Mrs. Cummings, who much preferred her students who were a little more . . . ‘exciting.’

Mrs. Cummings swaggered through the rows of desks in her tight blouse, tighter skirt, and with her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly against the linoleum floor. At a ripe thirty-one years of age, Mrs. Cummings was a buxom, big-assed woman at the peak of her sexuality, and the horny housewife wasn’t getting a proper fucking at home, which left her to shamelessly hunt for fuck-buddies amongst the hormone-saturated students of her school. She wasn’t shy about it either. Her skirt was so short that when she bent over in front of the class (which she did often and conspicuously) the skirt would ride up her ass and reveal her skimpy thong panties, which were usually damp. She always had her blouse unbuttoned so far down that her cleavage hung out like a balcony, and more than half of her lacey bra was exposed.

Mrs. Cummings was on the hunt for hard, young cock.

There were many candidates to pick from, and Mrs. Cummings bit her lip as she toured the rows of desks, admiring the young, hard bodies of her students, as a tigress might amongst deer. Most of the male students she was considering were jerks, assholes, macho studs, borderline rapists, and bullies, but that was exactly the kind of man that made Claudia Cummings’ pussy wet.

There were several female students who had been drawing her interest lately as well, girls who sat in the front row wearing miniskirts, who didn’t cross their legs or always wear panties. Mrs. Cummings thought it was a little strange that she found herself lusting after these perky little eighteen year old sluts (she had never been bisexual before) but when the urges came she didn’t resist them. Her high school had already suffered a dozen sex-scandals this semester alone, usually between a teacher and a student (or several students), and none of them resulted in any exclusions or terminations. No one really cared. Any parent who had a sexy child and still let them attend Wet Valley High School was essentially compliant with the very, very, very likely possibility of them getting their brains fucked out by their teacher, coach, principal, or bus-driver.

The female student who had been getting most of Mrs. Cummings attention recently was Candy, Elliot’s half-sister, who was almost the exactly same age as her geeky brother, and despite having the same father, the same blonde hair, and the same blue eyes, they couldn’t have looked more different.

Candy was the most delicious little slut in Mrs. Cummings class, if not the entire school. Being a cheerleader and acrobat gave her a lithe, athletic body that looked almost too good to be real, and despite having a thin frame, her breasts were quite large. Candy’s long, toned legs were completely bare, as was her toned stomach and lower back. Candy wore the school’s cheerleading uniform, an outfit that was becoming increasingly provocative and skimpy every passing year.

This year the cheerleading uniform was was little more than a tiny sleeveless top that barely covered their breasts without exposing under-cleavage, and a skirt so short that it left the bottom of their asses exposed. Unbelievably, the thong panties Candy was wearing were part of the uniform. Granny-panties were not allowed.

“Candy Gate. Another D-,” Mrs. Cummings said, slapping the test down on Candy’s desk like it was a piece of garbage. Mrs. Cummings had barely resisted saying “you little retard” right to Candy’s face, but Mrs. Cummings did a splendid job of showing her contempt through her expressive body language, mostly by thrusting her breasts in Candy’s face.

Candy just giggled a blew a big, pink bubble with her gum, smiling up at Mrs. Cummings condescending face. The sexual tension had been building between them for weeks, ataşehir escort bayan and they both knew it was about to burst.

“Maybe . . . like . . . I don’t know . . . I can stay after class and earn some . . . like . . . extra credit,” Candy smirked, talking in her nasally, bratty valley-girl way.

Mrs. Cummings’ panties were so wet she could have used them to put out a fire. “That sounds . . . excellent.”

Mrs. Cummings went to the next desk. “Johnny Beretta. Another F. Maybe you should stay after class with Candy help her earn some . . . ‘extra credit.'”

By now it was clear to everyone in the classroom that the only ‘extra credit’ that Mrs. Cummings was looking for was the kind she could have sex with. Johnny Beretta was the school bad-boy, a bully, an alpha-asshole, a conspicuous drug-dealer, a talented muscison, an amatuar tatoo-artist, and also the biggest pussy-slayer around. Rumors of Johnny’s sexual prowess were legendary, and most of the school’s female population fell into one of two camps: those who had gotten fucked by him, and those who WANTED to get fucked by him.

“Yeah . . . sure . . . whatever,” Johnny said, crumpling up his failed test into a paper ball, and throwing it into a small wastebasket at the other end of the room.

#

“Holy shit, dude. Your sister is soooooo fucking hot!” Lee Kwon said as he unbuckled his belt to fish out his little penis.

“Half-sister,” Elliot said, as if that made it okay that he was spying on her while masterbating with his best friend. Elliot was too shy to actually whip his dick out like Lee was doing, but he probably should have. It was very uncomfortable masterbating in his pants, considering that his cock was actually quite substantial in size and girth. He was easily as big or bigger than any stud in school, but most people wouldn’t have guessed. Elliot didn’t act like a man with such a huge pipe usually did. Most men let their confidence grow to be ten times the size of their dicks, whereas Elliot’s confidence wasn’t a tenth of his dick’s length.

Elliot and Lee were hiding in the bushes by the windows that looked into Mrs. Cummings classroom. School had ended just twenty minutes before, but the action inside was just getting started.

Mrs. Cummings had Candy and Johnny sit down, and she paced around them pretending to admonish them for their poor grades. As she strutted around though, she was popping the buttons of blouse open, one by one, slowly and with erotic purpose.

Mrs. Cummings leaned into Candy’s face and said something to her, but that only word Elliot could make out was “slut.” Then Mrs. Cummings kissed Candy, and it wasn’t a cute little peck either. Mrs. Cummings shoved her tongue into Candy’s mouth and scrooped it around like she was licking the last bit of ice-cream out of a cone.

Johnny had the smuggest smile on his face as he stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out already hard and erect, and both women giggled like horny sluts when they saw it. Johnny was huge, and if the graffiti around the girl’s locker-room was to be believed, he was the biggest boy in school. Elliot couldn’t help but notice that as big as Johnny was though, his cock was at least an inch shorter than his own. Of course, no one would ever believe that unless Elliot were to actually show his dick to someone, and he was too shy to do that.

Mrs. Cummings dove down on Johnny’s cock like she was poisoned and his cum was the antidote. The experienced whore had no trouble taking his full cock down her throat, and she throat-fucked him so hard that his balls slapped against her chin. She must have been holding her breath though, because after a minute she popped off and began choking, gagging, and heavy up mouthfuls of spit.

Candy didn’t hesitate to take her teacher’s place, and although she could only take about half of Johnny’s length she still sucked him like her life depended on it. Candy struggled to undress without letting him out of her mouth, and she practically tore her little skirt off and clumsily pulled her thong panties down to her ankles.

Johnny pulled his cock out of Candy’s mouth, and then slapped her in the face so hard with it that she was knocked to the floor. Elliot couldn’t imagine any girl enjoying being cock-slapped like that, but Candy seemed to love it. She erupted in gleeful laughter even though her lip was bleeding a little, and she crept under Johnny’s legs so she could lick his balls.

“Holy shit, your sister’s so fucking hot,” Lee was whimpering, flogging his little penis so fast that he was almost punching himself. “She . . . she’s just going for it! Fuck! What i wouldn’t give to have her crawling under me like that.”

Candy’s sexy ass wiggling in the air as she licked Johnny’s balls was like something out of a boy’s wildest wet-dream, but for Johnny this was just another Friday. Elliot honestly couldn’t remember a single week going by since Johnny turned eighteen escort kadıöy that he hadn’t been caught fucking some student, teacher, or member of the PTA in the parking lot, janitor’s closet, or principal’s office.

Johnny let both Candy and Mrs. Cummings take turns sucking his cock until it was literally drooling with spit, and then he picked Mrs. Cummings up off the floor as if the 150lbs woman didn’t weigh more than a baby. He dropped her big ass on the desk, and then literally ripped the blouse off her buxom chest like it was made of tissue paper. He snapped her bra off like it was a rubber band, and it pushed her panties aside so he could sink his huge cock deep into her hot, wet, swollen pussy.

“AAAAAGH! FUCK! FUCKE ME!” Mrs. Cummings screamed so loud the windows rattled.

Johnny fucked her so hard and fast that her breasts slapped up into her face, and within seconds the unfulfilled housewife was exploding with cum. Orgasm after orgasm erupted within her as Johnny fucked her through an nonstop ten minutes of sexual climax. When she finally came down Mrs. Cummings was almost unconscious, and her curvy legs were shaking almost epileptically.

Johnny pulled out, and the comatose. Mrs. Cummings fell to the floor like a wet sack of shit, still shaking from the aftershock of her explosive orgasm, and her pussy leaking like a slice of watermelon.

Candy took her spot almost immediately and spread her legs wide open like only an acrobatic cheerleader could, but Johnny didn’t want more pussy. He grabbed Candy by her slender little waist, spun her over, and pushed his huge cock against her tight little anus.

“Be . . . be gentle,” Candy whimpered.

Johnny just laughed and split her ass open until she was screaming and whimpering with orgasmic submission. He fucked her so hard the desk slid across the floor, and when he was finished her let Candy’s dazed, spasming body fall on top of Mrs. Cummings, and he showered them both with cum.

“Fuck! I can’t hold it!” Lee said, and he began squirting a small ejaculation of cum against the wall.

“Me-me-me too,” Elliot whimpered in a clumsy panis to pull his dick out, but he was too slow, and his explosive orgasm unloaded a cup’s worth of sticky spunk down his left pant-leg.

“HEY! What the fuck are you faggots doing!” Johnny yelled down at them, his naked body leaning out of the window, his muscular chest dripping with sweat.

Elliot was so mortified that he couldn’t move, but Lee tried to make a run for it, forgetting that his pants were around his ankles, and he fell face first to the ground with his bare ass sticking up.

Johnny rolled his eyes, momentarily considering if these two geeks were worth his time, and eventually he decided that they were. He lept out of the window and proceeded to kick both of the nerds’ asses until they begged him to stop.

Candy leaned out the window naked, sticky with cum, and giggled her ass off at the sight of her brother getting the snot beaten out of him by her favorite stud. It wasn’t until Mrs. Cummings came outside (wearing nothing but her high heels and panties) that Johnny stopped, and she was only able to break up the fight by coaxing the violent boy back inside for some more hot sex. Johnny had to vent all his testosterone fueled rage on something, and Mrs. Cummings preferred that it be her pussy that took the punishment instead of her students’ faces.

Johnny took Mrs. Cummings back inside for round two, and he let Elliot and Lee to crawl away.

#

“What happened to you boys?” Lee’s mother, Kimberly Kwon gasped when she saw her son and his best friend limping their way home.

“We . . . um . . . got in fight,” Lee said, which was true. “There were . . . like . . . five of them,” which was a lie. Elliot and Lee were accustomed to being bullied because of their superior grades and geeky hobbies, but they hadn’t actually gotten the shit beaten out of them like this in a while, and admitting that they both got their asses handed to them by one macho asshole was just too humiliating.

“Well get inside, and I’ll get the first-aid kit,” Mrs. Kwon said, getting up from her gardening and jogging inside. Kimberly had been gardening in her front yard, kneeling in the soil, and sweating profusely in the heat of the May sun. She wasn’t wearing much either, partly because of the heat, but mostly because Kimberly Kwon had an easy-going sort of innocence, and she didn’t understand how absolutely, cock-hardening, mouthwatering, pussy-wettening sexy she was.

Kimberly Kwon was wearing a white tank-top that was pathetically undersized for her big, round, full, mammoth breasts, and it was almost completely transparent from her sweat, leaving her erect nipples clearly visible. Her athletic, slightly wide waist was totally bare, and her wrecking-ball of an ass was covered by nothing but a tiny pair of cutoff shorts that left her firm cheeks spilling out. Her long, messy black hair maltepe escort was tied up in a bun, but several long strands of hair clung to her sweaty, beautiful Asian face.

Elliot leered after Lee’s mother with such intense longing that he almost dropped his friend on the ground.

“Dude . . . I think you’ve got a hard-on,” Lee said, trying to look away from Elliot’s crotch.

Elliot looked down and realized why he felt so tense. There was a thick bulge in his pants that ran down his left leg and almost reached the knee. It looked like he was smuggling a giant sausage in his pants, but the more unimaginable reality was that he just had a huge fucking cock.

“Sorry dude. Your mom is just so . . . so . . so-“

“Yeah. I know,” Lee grumbled. Every bully who had ever kicked his ass, every girl who sneered at him, every asshole teacher who had ever taught him, and every false-friend who had pretended to like him had all been obsessed about repeating one obvious fact about Lee’s life: just how unimaginably spank-worthy his big-tittied mother was.

Elliot has been drooling over Mrs. Kwon for years. She was his favorite fantasy, the single muse that he masterbated to every night, and his personal paragon of sexuality. Elliot even had his first orgasm because of Mrs. Kwon. He had come over to their house to sleep over for the weekend, and because Elliot had been riding his bike he had beaten Lee there by almost a half-hour. Mrs. Kwon hadn’t been expecting anyone that early, and when Elliot walked his bike into their backyard he found Mrs. Kwon sitting at the edge of the bubbling hot-tub. She was completely naked, with hot water dripping down her huge breasts and off her erect nipples, and she was ramming a huge, loud, industrial-strength vibrator in and out of her pussy like she was making whip cream in it.

By the time she noticed Elliot standing there it was too late for both of them, and her pussy exploded like a gushing geyser of female ejaculation, and Elliot creamed his pants so hard that he actually fainted.

Lee hated the way literally everyone lusted after his kind, innocent, lonely mother (she hadn’t had sex since his father died), but he never resented his friend Elliot for his crush. Elliot had never been anything but polite to his mother, and he always did his best not to let Lee feel awkward about the fact that he was the son of a living sex-goddess.

“C’mon buddy. Let’s get patched up,” Elliot said, helping Lee inside.

#

Mrs. Kwon took Lee and Elliot to separate bathrooms. Their house had three bathrooms, but the largest was the one connected to the master-bedroom, where Kimberly kept all her vibrators and pornograhic DVDs (despite being kind and innocent, Kimberly had the libido of a bunny hopped up on cocaine, and it was a well circulated rumor around the neighborhood that she could masterbate all night long). The remaining two bathrooms were barely large enough to fit two people, so Elliot just sat on the toilet and waited for Mrs. Kwon to finish cleaning Lee’s wounds and come for him.

Elliot took deep breaths trying to calm himself down, but the huge erection that was threatening to rip his pants open wasn’t going anywhere.

Elliot had the unfortunate luck of sitting in front of a wall of pictures of the last vacation Mrs. Kwon and her late husband had taken to the South Pacific, and in almost all of them Mrs. Kwon was wearing nothing more than a skimpy neon-green bikini, the bottoms of which were swallowed up by her generous buttocks, reducing it to a tiny thong. Although she wasn’t nude in any of them it was clear that she was at a nude beach, because in the background of almost every picture there were topless women in the surf, and in one picture a sexy young woman wearing nothing but a necklace was serving Mrs. Kwon a margaretta.

Elliot didn’t want to embarrass Lee’s mother by making her clean his wounds while he had a baseball-bat sticking up from his crotch, so he quickly resolved to ‘alleviate’ his condition.

Elliot tugged his pants down and let his meaty lamppost slap against his chest. Elliot needed both hands to get a good handle on the ridiculous thing, and frankly he could have used a few more. Elliot jacked himself like a 19th century milkmaid churning butter, his eyes glued to the pictures of Mrs. Kwon in her skimpy green bikini, relaxing like a goddess in paradise. He imagined himself there, in a different body, laying next to her in the sand, undressing her, and inserting himself into her as the warm waves of the sea crashed over their thrusting bodies.

“Elliot!!” Mrs. Kwon yelped as she suddenly walked into the bathroom, finding Elliot strangling his anaconda.

“Ki-Ki-Ki-Kimbe-FUCK!” Elliot whined, and his bulbous cockhead nearly split in half as he blasted a sticky torrent of spunk into the air. Thick ropes of cum rained back down on him, hitting himself in the face and covering his chest, but a few wild strands hit the wall, coating images of Mrs. Kwon, and one lucky squirt of cum made it all the way to Mrs. Kwon herself, landing across her jutting breasts.

Elliot’s orgasm lasted an eternity, and by the time it was over he was left panting, sweating, and feeling as if he was a pound lighter.

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My Girlfriend’s Coworker is a Slut

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I pulled into the parking lot of the large office building, the evening sun reflecting on the glass of my black Lexus. I was here to pick up my girlfriend, as I sometimes did.

The drive here had been pleasant enough but not something special to dwell on. I killed the engine, sighed and then took out my phone. We’d both agreed that it was not so much of a good idea to walk into her office when I came to pick her, so I dialed her number instead.

The line burred softly and connected a couple of rings later.

“Hey babe, I’m outside,” I said, my eyes on the building, watching to see if she’d come out.

“Oh babe, sorry but I’m not done yet,” her soft voice filtered through the phone. I bit my lip and let out a barely audible ‘oh fuck!’

“I’m sorry babe, I’ve still got some work to do.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” I said and sighed. “I got here early, thought there was gonna be way more traffic than there was.”

I listened quietly as she muttered more apologies. I was here already, so I might as well wait.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just park the car and take a quick snooze. Being feeling a little sleepy anyways.”

“I won’t be long, you know, maybe ten minutes. Sure you wanna sleep?” She asked and I chuckled, “you’ll be surprised what ten minutes can do,” I said and then I thought of something and I smiled. “A good ten minutes nap and lots of hours of fucking.”

She giggled, just as I knew she would. She said bye and promised not to be long. That was fine by me.

“Love you babe, see you in a bit,” I said and ended the call. I tapped the wheel and sighed. Rushing for nothing, I thought. It’d be a good idea to get that quick shut-eye, so I adjusted myself on the seat and closed my eyes.

About a minute later -It had to be because I ain’t even slept yet, I heard a soft tap on the window on the passenger side. I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I was surprised to see a lady waving at me, her chest pressed into the car window.

She made a hand gesture, pointing at the window. I pressed a button and the window began to slide down.

“Hey,” she said, just as the windows slid down, letting in the cold air.

“Hey.” I replied.

“You’re Prince, aren’t you?” She asked, leaning even further into the side of the car.

“Yeah, Princebreed,” I said and nodded.

Her face looked familiar. I’ve seen her before, I was sure of that.

“Hey, haven’t we met before, at..uhm, the company bowling party last month?” I squinted my eyes at her as I tried to juggle my memory

She smiled. “Yeah, I’m Ellie.”

“Right, Ellie. How you doing?” I asked, returning her smile.

“I’m good. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I…uh, came to pick up my girlfriend, Brianna,” I answered, my eyes going over the little part of her body that was visible.

“I guess you lonely huh, all by yourself?” She asked in a voice that was laced in sensual energy; soft and sexy.

“Well, I’m alone, but I ain’t lonely,” I answered, wondering why she’d think that.

“Can I keep you company?” She asked in that soft voice.

I gulped and agreed. “Yeah, sure, come on in.”

She giggled and immediately opened the door, slamming it just as she got in. My hand reached for the window button and soon it was back up.

“Pretty cold out there, ain’t it?” I asked, eyeing her over. She wore a waist-high skirt that exposed her smooth thighs and was probably too short for office use, and her blouse was so damn tight, it showed off her cleavage.

I tried to keep my eyes off that and focus on a conversation.

“Heard you’re now in another department,” I said, trying not to gaze at her cleavage.

“Yeah,” she said slowly, as if not interested in my question.

“You know, it’s uh, well it’s extremely cold outside, ain’t you got a jacket?” I asked, taking the chance to look at her body. But she had to be cold, her blouse was short sleeved and with all that skin showing, surely she had to be cold.

“Yeah, it’s really cold out there, ” she said and then winked at me, “but I ain’t cold.” Her voice was hoarse now, as if forced.

I glanced down at escort ataşehir her thighs and her short skirt. “Are you okay with…I mean, are they okay with what you’re wearing to work?”

“Something wrong with it?” she asked, a slight frown on her face.

“Nuh-nuh, I didn’t mean…well, I’m just saying, that skirt’s kinda short, ya know? And uh, your top’s kinda tight. Showing off your uh…”

“Tits?” She chipped in.

“Well, I didn’t wanna say tits. Didn’t wanna be so forward.”

She smiled and wriggled her shoulders, showing off her tits even more.

“I’ve been thinking ’bout you since the bowling party,” she said and leaned closer.

I chuckled. Yeah, I knew that; it wasn’t really hard to tell, I mean with the way she looked at me then and the looks she was giving me now. But then what she said next kinda startled me.

“I’ve also been thinking about…” Her voice was hushed now and she pointed at my crotch.

“Fuck outta here, thinking ’bout what?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Your girl told me about him,” she whispered and winked at me.

“She told you wha..y’all should not talk about that kinda stuff at work.”

I was surprised and didn’t hide it. She, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying this. She kept on giggling. I guess I just met another crazy bitch.

“That is not workplace dialogue,” I said, and then paused. Curious, I asked, “How big she say my dick is?”

Ellie giggled and batted her eyelashes. She placed a finger on her lips, her eyes on me and then she said in slow, swirling words, “Seven inches.”

I chuckled, “Off by a few inches though, but that’s about right.”

“Can I touch your dick?” She asked, well, more like demanded.

I gasped and turned sharply to look at her, “What? No, you cannot touch my…what the fuck?”

She shrugged and leaned in closer, her flowery scent strong–I wondered if Brianna would notice. Even if she did, I’d just say it’s a new freshener.

“Why not?” She asked.

“Why…you are friends with my girlfriend,” I said, my eyes on her parted legs and the skirt that had ridden up higher, exposing more flesh and a bit of her apparently wet dark blue panties.

“She’s my coworker,” Ellie corrected and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, coworker, friend, same difference. You. can. not. touch. my. dick,” I said, trying to spell out the words to her.

She adjusted herself and parted her legs even further. Her fingers slid over her crotch and she started making circular motions on her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip as she slid her fingers into her panties and brought it out. She wiggled her fingers at me before she went back to playing with her pussy.

“Your pussy wet right now,” I said, noting the glistening wet juices covering her fingers.

I could already feel my dick responding to this sight. It had to stop.

“You know what, get out of my car,” I said.

“Why should I?” She asked, still rubbing her pussy, her lips twisted.

“Because I’ll wanna fuck you and that’s gonna be a problem.”

“Why? I don’t see how that’s a problem,” she said stubbornly.

“I’m trying to be faithful…to my girlfriend,” I said but the words were merely forced as I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. “I’m trying to escape temptation and before this becomes a problem, I’m gonna have to kindly ask you to exit my vehicle.”

I sincerely hoped she’d listened, although it didn’t look like she did. She continued rubbing her pussy, letting out tiny moans from her mouth.

“I see you rubbing your pussy,” I said. Damn, looks good. “The way you rubbing your pussy is good though.”

She raised one leg slightly and gave me a better view of her pussy as she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Yeah, she was soaking wet alright.

“Wanna touch?” She asked and cooed.

I almost blurted out a yes, but I checked myself. “No, I cannot touch your pussy.”

She looked disappointed. “Why not?”

“Well, first of all, you haven’t deserved the privilege of my hands touching you anywhere; you have to be deserving of that shit.”

“Say kadıköy escort what?” She said and gasped.

“Damn right,” I said and smiled. Then I thought of something. “But you know what?”

She shook her head, her fingers still flicking her pussy.

“I give you permission to continue to touch your pussy.”

And she continued, her fingers working furiously now.

“Damn,” I moaned, “that looks good. Sounds so wet. Here, hold my hand, continue to rub your pussy with your right hand.”

She slowly reached out her left hand and touched mine. Her hand was a few times smaller than mine, her fingernails painted purple. Her fingers traced a line in the palm of my hand, making me groan.

“Yeah, feel my hand. Feel how hard and rough it is, feel the veins. Imagine these strong fingers in your pussy, yeah, imagine ’em fingering your pussy.”

She was beginning to moan louder now and her body wriggled. She squeezed my hand tight as her hand remained lodged between her legs, her pussy making a squelching sound.

“Tell me it feels good,” I said to her as she moaned and clutched my hand tighter. She shakes her head, her eyes half-closed as she rubbed her pussy.

“Come on, tell me it feels good,” I urged her.

“It feels good,” she said, her voice a tiny whisper.

I made her repeat it over and over. I groaned, enjoying the feel of her hand squeezing mine and the sight of her finger in her pussy.

“I wish it was your cock in my pussy,” she moaned.

“Oh yeah?” I groaned, my eyes still on her. She nodded, working her pussy hard.

I chuckled, “Well, first of all you gotta call it a dick, like the slut you are. Go ahead, say it.”

“I wish it was your dick in my pussy,” she said in a soft, quivering voice.

“Good girl. Damn, you sure are one obedient slut, huh?”

She nodded and moaned, clasping her thighs together, her fingers still buried deep in her pussy.

“I love obedient sluts.”

She turned to me, her eyes filled with desire and her lips plump and wet. “Please, touch…my…pussy,” she begged but it just made me smile. I shook my head, “No, you haven’t earned it yet.”

She gasped as I said this and threw her head back against the seat. My gaze fell on her thighs as they shook from the intensity of her lust. “Take them off,” I said.

“What?” she asked and stopped for a moment.

“Take your panty off,” I repeated myself and smiled when I saw the shock on her face. She tried to object, probably shy, but I insisted.

“Come on, go ahead,” I urged.

She dug her hand into her skirt, raised herself up, and then slid the panties off. I nodded and smiled at her, she obviously needed it bad. Her pussy smelled so good, her musky arousal almost intoxicating.

“Now put those panties in your mouth, nasty bitch. Taste your own pussy,” I commanded and she did exactly that, as her fingers reached her pussy and pushed in.

The sight and the way she was moaning made me horny. I moaned as I palmed my dick through my pants, feeling it throb in my hand. Even the big man wanted to get into that wet slut’s pussy. I couldn’t do that so I had to do the next best thing. I unfastened my belt and button and pulled out my dick. Shit was already leaking precum.

“Now stroke my dick,” I said to her and immediately she grabbed my dick. She pulled at it and began to stroke it fast, matching the pace of her own fingering.

“Slow down,” I groaned, “don’t make me cum.”

I reached out and grabbed her hand from her pussy. She moaned in mild protest.

“I want to taste your pussy. Come on, stick your fingers into my mouth.” I moaned as I sucked her thin fingers, tasting her juices; damn, it was just as I had thought it would be- heavenly. She moaned and squirmed as I sucked her fingers thoroughly, then I let it go and asked her to stick it back into her pussy.

She continued to finger herself, then she suddenly began to gasp and breathe rapidly. “I want to cum,” she said.

“Uh-uh, no way. You gotta ask my permission first before you cum,” I said and shook my head, thoroughly enjoying this.

“Can maltepe escort bayan I please cum?” she asked.

“NO. You can’t cum yet, just keep stroking my dick.”

She threw her head back and whined, just as I said this. It was all pleasing to me. She began to stroke my dick hard, her fingers rubbing the head while she yanked at the shaft. I groaned, feeling the pleasure intensify.

I clutched the wheel of my car, tightening my legs as she stroked harder. This bitch was gonna make me cum early.

I turned to her, “You know what, I’m gonna count down from five and when I reach one you can cum.

Her eyes glowed wide, her hands still stroking.

“You ready?” I asked and she nodded. I moaned, “Damn, you’re a good girl. You gonna be a good girl for daddy? Fuck.”

My breathing was getting heavy now and my muscles tight. I began to count.

“Five.”

She kept stroking my dick with her left hand furiously fingering herself with her right.

“Four.”

The car was filled with moans and groans, and muffled breathing.

“Three.”

“Two. Get ready, bitch.”

I paused, groaning loud.

“One,” I said sharply and turned to her. “You can cum…come on.”

She spread her legs wide, let go of my dick and began to thrash against the seat, her juices seeping out of her pussy as she squealed and fingered herself. Her juice was ruining my leather seats but damn, I didn’t give a fuck.

She soon relaxed, though her breasts were still heaving and then she grabbed my dick and began stroking it. I drew in a sharp breath and moaned. I was getting close and if she continued I knew I was going to cum.

“Wait,” I said to her, breathing hard. My throbbing dick was already oozing precum so I asked her to rub it over her freaking pussy.

“Yeah, rub it all in.” I turned to look at her, “Give me your number, we’re gonna finish this during the weekend.”

“I want to make you cum,” she said to me in her sexy voice, leaning so close to me that I could smell her intoxicating pussy in her breath. But I didn’t want to cum now, not in the car.

She kept on begging me and damn, what a turn on it was. So I agreed and made her take my dick into her mouth. I groaned as her hot lips engulfed my dick and she began to suck it.

“Yeah, fuck that mouth with my dick. Good girl,” I said between breaths as she sucked my dick, even taking it deep into her throat.

She brought her head up, gasped and dribbled saliva all over my dick and the car seat.

“Nasty bitch, take a look at this mess in my fucking car,” I said and reached for her ass and smacked it. She moaned as I did this and I smacked her again and again, and each time her moans got louder.

I grabbed her hair and shoved her face onto my dick. She took it in her mouth and began to suck it. She coughs and choke, but I keep her mouth still on my dick, her saliva running down the side of her lips. I moaned and then let her go. She didn’t even look at me, but instead went back to sucking it. I was close now.

“Ooh,” I moaned and shifted my legs. “You better fucking swallow it,” I said, my voice thin and strained as my dick began to pulsate, spewing my cum into her mouth. I groaned loud and shook, grunting between my teeth and breathing roughly as I pumped the last of my cum into her mouth.

I urged her to keep sucking my dick and she did, stroking every last bit of my cum and taking it all. She removed her mouth from my dick and grinned at me like she won the damn lottery or something. I was relaxed now, breathing steady and then I grabbed her phone, programming my number into it.

“That’s my fucking number, bitch,” I said and handed the phone over to her. “Text me before you ever fucking call me.”

Just before she made to get out, I turned to her. “Call me this weekend, let’s do something.”

She agreed.

“Your pussy is all mine now, you hear me?” I said to her and smiled when I saw the surprised look on her face. “Yeah, that’s right. Before you fuck you better call me, okay? Even if your boyfriend wanna fuck you, you call me and ask for permission. I own that pussy now.”

At that moment, my phone rang, it was Brianna. I picked it up and she said she was coming out and that I should drive up to the front of the building. I said okay and ended the call. I was done with Ellie, so I turned to her.

“Alright bitch, get the fuck out.”

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The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 03

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Here is another installment of this story which seems to be better received as time goes by. If you’re a first time reader, please check out chapters 1 & 2 first.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist only within the confines of my mind! I look forward to reading your feedback on what has been the most debated of my work so far. Enjoy!

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Cock. I love cock. I’ve yet to experience a cock I didn’t immediately love…especially hard, erect cock. I love the feel of hard rigid cock in my mouth, my tongue memorizing every bump and ridge and throbbing vein as I lick and suck. I love the way a cock smells, that mixture of semen, sweat and piss and how the taste is different in every man I’ve been privileged to suck off.

Part of my mind marveled at the fact that the number of cocks I had experienced in my whole life before a month ago I could have counted on one hand…with fingers to spare. Now, in the span of just four weeks, I had sucked more than I could recall at hand. I was awestruck by the sheer variety of cocks I had experienced. Who knew that they came in so many splendid shapes and sizes? Even more amazing is whose cocks I’ve been sucking.

Take for instance the cock I had in my mouth at the moment. My tongue rolled slowly over his plum sized knob, tasting piss and precum, my nostrils inhaling the musky scent of his crotch as I looked up into the brilliant blue eyes of Father Thomas, my priest and confessor for the last fifteen years. I drew a groan from my priest as I took more of him in my mouth, my tongue rolling down his considerable shaft.

His gnarled hand dropped down onto my head and twisted in strands of my long, dark hair, tightening as he urged me to take more of his erect penis down my throat. “Ahhh, Sonya. You’ve a mouth blessed of God himself!” he sighed as I sucked his cock. A nasty shiver ran through my body, making my already hard nipples stiffen even more as my tits swung heavily below me as my mind adjusted to the fact that I was on my hands and knees sucking the cock of a sixty-three year old Catholic priest.

Another shiver rippled through my naked body as I felt something hard brush up against my labia, pressing between my slick lips. A soft palm ran up over my ass and up my back to finally come to rest on my shoulder and I could almost feel the weight of another body leaning over me from behind. Fingers dug into my shoulder, using it for leverage as a long, thick and firm pole, studded with hard bumps was thrust into my steamy and cum filled cunt.

I groaned around my mouthful of priest’s cock as Mother Superior Margaret Ann buried her strap-on dildo inside my pussy, thrusting my ass back to meet the long, rubber cock of the nun who often taught my oldest child on Sunday mornings. She chuckled, her voice full of lusty mirth as she said, “Yes, Father — I never suspected the whore that was hiding inside this one.” Her free hand trailed long nails around my waist and up to seize one of my swinging breasts, fingernails digging into my flesh as she rubbed her palm against my throbbing nipple.

It was moments like this that I sent up prayers of thanks to God Almighty for sending me to Mr. Richards, our bank manager who showed me how I could save my family’s home from being foreclosed upon by becoming an out and out whore and slut. I sent up thanks that his actions revealed to me after long years of marriage, my true nature — that I was an absolute sex slut.

Three days a week, I received assignments — to go forth and sexually pleasure various prominent members of the community. Two days a week, I would visit my bank manager and suck his cock — often cleaning his secretary’s cunt cream off in the process. In exchange, my house payments were taken care of each month and as I had discovered, I made a tidy profit in tips from most assignments. I had sucked captains of industry and deflowered young virgin men. I had sucked cocks ten at a time and so much more.

Three hours ago, I had received a call from Mr. Richard’s beautiful secretary, Lilly Fox, telling me with much amusement that I was to be at the rectory of the local Catholic Church two hours hence at 10:00 A.M. She told me that I was to see Father Thomas, a priest that not twenty-four hours before had placed a communion wafer on my tongue. I almost fainted from shock and from excitement. I was told to use my imagination on what to wear but I knew immediately I would again raid my seventeen year old daughter’s wardrobe for the naughty school girl’s outfit I forbade her to wear — the same outfit I had used for my first whoring assignment.

Father Thomas had such a pleased smile on his face when he saw me walk into his private office, skirt barely covering my crotch, bare belly and one of my daughter’s white blouses, snug and tightly tied up under my breasts, a single button preventing my braless breasts from being exposed.

My priest had stood up and had finished off the glass of wine he was holding and then came around his escort ataşehir desk to take a better look at me. I was both embarrassed and aroused as this man of God let his lusty gaze roam up and down my barely clad body. I almost gasped as I saw the bulge grow inside his dark slacks as his stare followed my long legs down to the white socks and black patent leather shoes I was wearing.

“Nice touch, Sonya,” he had said admiringly, staring lustily at my feet as he came to me. As I mentioned, Father Thomas is an elderly man, sixty-three years old, a tall, gaunt figure of a man, with a hawkish face, lanky gray hair and those piercing blue eyes that I had always thought could see right into your soul and know your sins. The priest was dressed in neatly pressed slacks and a black shirt complete with his priest’s collar. He paused before me and smiled — not the sweet, comforting smile I had always known from my priest and confessor, but a hungry smile, rife with desire and lust.

“I could scarcely believe my ears when I heard that dear Mrs. Lawson, dutiful mother and maker of brownies for our annual bake sale was a fuck hungry whore.” He rubbed the bulge in his pants and added, “But, yesterday, as you knelt for communion and I placed the wafer in your mouth, I imagined resting my dick in your mouth and somehow I could see it in your eyes, Sonya.” His hand came up and he brushed his thumb against my lips as he repeated, “I could see it in your eyes, Sonya Lawson — I knew that before me knelt a true harlot, dedicated to lust and pleasing a man.”

I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it slowly, my eyes never leaving his and then I whispered, “Bless me, Father for I am about to sin.” I resumed sucking on his thumb while I took his free hand and slipped it into my shirt so he could fondle my 38D breasts. He sighed happily as his fingers dug into my tit flesh and teased my swollen nipples.

I reached up and undid my shirt button and then undid the knot so the blouse would fall open. I pressed myself against the old priest, thrilling to feel his hard cock, barely restrained by his slacks, press against my stomach. I let his thumb slip from between my lips, covered with my saliva and I rose up on tip-toe to kiss him, his mouth opening eagerly to accept my tongue. I could taste him — the cigarettes he smoked and the lingering taste of the wine and him…like a finely aged delicacy.

Father Thomas’s hand tightened around my breast while his other hand dropped to my skirt, slipping under it and he groaned into my mouth as he discovered that I wasn’t wearing panties and that I was dripping wet. I groaned too, as the man with the knowledge of sixty-three years, expertly slipped two fingers into my hot, sodden cunt and seemed to immediately find some pleasure points within me. My heart was pounding and wicked desire coursed through my bloodstream. Even in my nastiest fantasies did I ever imagine I would be a whore for my neighborhood priest!

I quivered as the Father fingered me and I eagerly began to fumble with his belt, undoing it and then running the zipper down so I could fish for that large lump inside his pants. I gasped against his mouth with surprise as my fingers wrapped around a very sizable and stiff penis.

I broke the kiss and looked down at the erect penis in my hand — at least seven inches and thicker than most I’d seen…and I’d seen a lot in the last month. “Father, that’s a — a really big cock!” My surprise and awe was evident in my voice. I slowly stroked his shaft as I looked back up into his eyes, an evil grin on my face.

Father Thomas smiled proudly back at me. “Thank you, Sonya. I give all credit to God…well, God and Viagra!” His fingers slipped from my pussy and he held them up, glistening in the multicolored light shining through the old, antique windows of his office. “Are you ready to please me, Sonya? Are you enough of a slut to commit adultery with your priest and confessor?”

To answer him, I took his hand and guided his cunt cream covered fingers to my lips and whorishly sucked them clean. “I am yours to command and use, Father Thomas. God made me a slut, use me however you want.”

The Father smiled and did so, pulling my blouse free of my body and then leaning in and taking my left nipple between his lips and sucking while his hands caressed my now mostly naked body, fingers sliding through my neatly trimmed bush before again sliding between my labia into my steaming honeypot. His teeth expertly nibbled at my swollen nips, drawing little gasps from me as he bit me again and again, never hard enough to be really painful, but hard enough to send electric jolts of pleasure through me. He switched breasts, his tongue rolling over my bountiful tit flesh as he found my right nipple and sucked on it for what seemed forever.

I felt my knees begin to buckle and I was sagging against him, forcing his fingers deeper and more firmly into my pussy. “Yesssss — that’s so sweet, Father,” I cooed, feeling the pleasure kadıköy escort building between my thighs and spreading outward.

He stood up straight again and then with his fingers still stirring my pussy, steered me over to his desk, a monstrously large oak structure, currently empty except for a phone and an empty wine glass. As we moved, he kicked off his polished loafers and let his pants slip to his ankles and with more grace than I’d thought a man of his years would possess, Father Thomas stepped out of them, never halting for a second.

My priest turned me around and leaned me over the desk, fingers briefly leaving my pussy, but soon returning, lifting me up with pressure against my sugar walls. “Many people have been telling me what a bad girl you’ve become, Sonya. Is it true?” he asked, flipping my skirt up to expose my asscheeks. His other hand slid up the soft skin of my back and then into my mane of long dark hair. He wrapped his fingers around my tresses and gave a sudden, painful jerk, catching me off guard and making me cry out.

“Is it true, Sonya Lawson? Are you a cock hungry whore?” he hissed.

“Yes!” came my cry just before I felt his palm slap my ass, stinging and surprising me. “YES!” I screamed.

Father Thomas’s voice grated out again, “Are you a bad girl?” as his hand spanked my ass again.

The room echoed with the crack of his palm against my flesh. That hurt and I felt the burn spreading across my bottom even as the fires within my cunt exploded as well. “YES!” I sobbed.

“Do you love having big cocks in your slutty cunt hole?” SLAP!

“YES!”

“Are you just a sinful bitch in heat?” SLAP!

“YES!

“Are you such a slut that you’d dare fuck a man of God?” SLAP!

“YES! OH FUCKING GOD, YES, YES YES!” I cried out, tears running down my face even as I came closer to cumming with every painful slap of Father Thomas’s hand. I could scarcely believe it…I liked what he was doing, despite the pain.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Sonya?” SLAP!

“YES!” I shrieked. “PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK, FATHER!”

Father Thomas laughed and continued, “Are you really enough of a whore to fuck your priest…your confessor?” SLAP!

“YESSSSS!” FUCK ME, FATHER THOMAS, FUCK ME!”

“Beg me to fuck you, you slut.” SLAP!

“YES! OH PLEASE, FATHER, I BEG YOU, PLEASE FUCK ME! I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU. I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT! I WANT TO BE A SLUT FOR GOD. FATHER THOMAS, PLEASE FUCK ME!”

I cried out as my priest slapped my ass one more time and then I felt him move between my legs, his hands lifting me up slightly as he murmured, “For what we are about to enjoy, Lord, our most reverent thanks!” I let out a cry as I felt his cock press between my slick lips and then thrust violently into me. Father Thomas rammed his cock inside me with a confidence born of years of experience. I felt his pubic hair tickle my tingling asscheeks and then I cried out again as buried deep inside me, he yanked again on my hair, pulling me against him while he thrust further, drilling his long, hard cock even deeper within my womb!

That’s all it took. With a series of sobs, my body stiffened as I was swept away by my first orgasm of the day. As pleasure wracked my body, I dimly heard Father Thomas chuckle as he began to work his way in and out of my pussy, withdrawing as my cunt muscles tried to clamp down on his cock and then vainly attempt to resist his hard thrusts back inside me. Each time he buried his hard pole inside me, he would yank on my hair and then push deeper into my pussy.

His expert love play seemed to perpetuate my orgasm and it seemed to go on forever while he patiently fucked me. My voice soon grew hoarse as I sobbed and moaned and screamed as the man I had confessed my sins too for many so many years fucked me and fucked me with no sign of relenting.

Suddenly in the midst of all this ecstasy, an inner door opened into his office and I moaned in surprise and dismay as I watched Mother Superior Margaret Ann walk in. A tall, stocky woman, draped in the current robes and habit of her order, a severe black cowl draped over her head. This was the woman who ran a clinic for the poor and destitute and served as the iron-fisted instructor for my oldest daughter’s Sunday morning classes. I expected her to take in the scene and begin calling down thunderbolts at the carnal act in front of her.

Instead she smiled at us and said, “My apologies, Father. I was delayed at the clinic.” She removed her habit, revealing a short cropped head of ash blonde hair.

“Not at all, Maggie,” replied Father Thomas, never pausing for as much as a single stroke, his cock thrilling me with that double pump action. “I’ve been discovering what a sweet piece of ass our Sonya has become!”

Mother Superior licked her lips hungrily and her eyes never left us as she disrobed, revealing a thickset body with the most enormous set of tits I have ever seen on a woman. She undid the front maltepe escort bayan clasp on an industrial strength bra and her massive udders fell free — sloping down on her chest like huge gourds, capped by nipples as round as quarters and extending nearly an inch. Her legs and arms didn’t quiver with fat, but rather were well formed, almost muscular. She radiated strength and confidence.

Like me, the nun was bereft of panties and as she walked, I got glimpse of bare, pink flesh, Mother Superior stepped up beside Father Thomas and I glanced over my shoulder to see them kiss passionately, tongues slipping back and forth before she turned to study me. Through it all, the Father never slowed his pace a bit. “I’d like a kiss, Mrs. Lawson or may I call you Sonya?” the nun asked me.

“P-please,” I stammered, trying to focus as pleasure tortured my body. I let out a cry of pain as Father Thomas pulled my hair, raising me up, his free hand wrapping around my waist to support me while his hips never stopped slapping against my ass.

The nun closed with me, her strong hand cupping one of my swaying breasts and she pressed her lips against mine. I felt her tongue roll against my lips and I opened my mouth and greeted her tongue with my own, moaning as my cock induced pleasure became mixed with the gentle excitement of kissing another woman as well as the delicious sensation of the ball of her thumb scraped against my blood swollen nipple.

Time seemed to slow and I was caught up in the sweet rapture of my near continuous orgasm in the embrace of these two servants of God. It was with a little cry of protest from me that Mother Superior Margaret Ann broke the kiss and stepped away. She grinned at me, her lean and angular face beautiful in her desire, and turned and strode to a closet set into the wall. “How’s the slut’s pussy, Father?” she asked matter of factly.

“Exquisite,” sighed Father Thomas. “Sonya knows how to use the gifts God gave her — her pussy feels tight and wonderful.” He twisted his hips, drawing an appreciative moan from me.

Mother Superior licked her lips and nodded. “I think Mister Black is in order, then.” From the closet she brought out a contraption that vaguely resembled a belt and then a long and thick black dildo, heavily covered with beaded studs. The dildo seemed to have two heads on it and I felt my heart race at the possibilities.

The nun laughed and said, “Look at her. My God, Sonya, you are a slut, aren’t you?”

I nodded and said, “Please…whatever you want. Use me, make me your whore too.”

Mother Superior grinned lecherously at me as she climbed into the apparatus and I realized it was a strap on dildo devise. She inserted one end of the dildo into an hole, slipping into her own cunt several inches and causing beads of sweat to break out on her face. She slipped some latch and locked the studded dildo into place and tightened all the straps. She walked proudly towards us, her rubber cock waving and bouncing before her, pointing the way. She made one of the most erotic and lewd visions I have ever seen.

“Can a bride of Christ join this fuckfest?” she said, giggling.

Father Thomas sighed and replied, “Of course, Maggie. Louis Richards told me that our little Sonya is a marvelous cocksucker.” I moaned in protest as I felt my priest ease his cock from my clasping pussy lips. As much as I had already cummed, I wanted more.

The Father pushed me away from his desk, turning and leaning against it himself, his cock pointing straight out and shiny with a thick coating of my pussy juices. I stared at his old, but proud penis hungrily. “You are in the house of God, Sonya,” Father Thomas said, gravely. “You should honor him by being on your knees.”

Obediantly, I sank downwards and crawled between his legs, rising up and opening my mouth to accept his cock. I furiously and greedily licked his cock clean of my cunt cream before I moved to begin sucking him and marveling over how much I loved cock…which is where this part of my story began.

I had not experienced feelings like this before — acting so lewd in a holy place. I felt evil and twisted and so damn sexy and I was savoring every moment. I struggled to focus on giving Father Thomas the blowjob of his life while Mother Superior Margaret Ann pummeled my pussy with her studded rubber cock. The bump covered dildo felt so strange and wonderful inside my spasming pussy, touching me as I had never been touched before and she was not gentle with me, fucking me deep with the long, artificial cock, pushing against my cervix with tremendous force, giving me pleasure so intense it wavered on the border of pain.

Mother Superior showered my back with kisses as her big, strong hands mauled my tits, pinching them until I screamed which seemed to give Father Thomas additional pleasure as he fed me his cock. Orgasms waxed and waned and it seemed like it would never end.

Between sighs and grunts, my priest told the nun how good my mouth was — “Sonya’s tongue is a devilish thing and it will feel so heavenly inside your wet pussy, Maggie.” Father Thomas ran his hand through my hair and added. “Her mouth is as hot and sweet and soft as her pussy. Tis a shame you cannot feel how tight and wet she is, with that dildo.”

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My Friend’s Grateful Wife

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My good friend, Don, had been having trouble in his business recently and my wife and I had helped counsel Don and his wife Lisa through these troubled times and, eventually, even purchased part-ownership in the company which now, through a lot of hard work, was back on its feet and looked like it would survive the storm. Little did I know this service to my friend would lead to an amazing, erotic experience in my life.

Don had a great family, his oldest daughter, Jessie was in college now, like a part of my family as she had babysat for our kids years ago. They had two other kids, Tommy and Stu, all great looking people as Don and Lisa both provided beautiful contributions to the family gene pool.

I had known Don for a much of my life, becoming friends in high school and attending the same college. He met Lisa not long after I had started dating the woman that would become my wife. Lisa was a hottie in college and she knew it. Short at about 5′ 2″ with great curves and beautiful, well-coiffed hair that betrayed her rather luxurious upbringing. She was beautiful and she knew it, often making her difficult to be around. I assume, dear reader, that you have known this kind of young lady in your life – young, rich and beautiful and always finding a way to make sure everyone knew it.

I, being a guy, also always noticed that she somehow found a way to make everything look sexy. Even when she would emerge from my roommates room, hung-over and unkempt from the previous night of partying and sex, she would somehow find a way to put on one of Don’s V-neck t-shirts, displaying her cleavage in just a way to make my cock spring to life. For that reason, it was worth putting up with some of her quirks to be able to see her around the college apartment on an ever-increasing amount of time.

Don treated her like a queen and they feel in love and married and were at my wedding when my wife and I tied the knot and we had remained close friends. But when the business had gone south, their marriage nearly ended and my wife and I had spent many nights – me with Don and my wife with Lisa – convincing them the world had not ended. It had drawn all of us even closer together and had saved the marriage between Don and Lisa. That’s why I was very amazed at what happened one very chili day.

Our youngest boys were on the same high school soccer team together and for one morning game, Lisa and I found ourselves at the same game without our spouses. This was not unusual, both families with multiple children, we would often have to split kid duty. My wife was off at a dance recital for which she was sending constant texts of our daughter’s amazing ability and I, in turn, shared stories of our son’s heroics on the soccer field.

After the game, our two sons told Lisa and I that the team was meeting at a local eatery to celebrate their victory and they headed off in my son’s car. I bid Lisa goodbye with the idea of catching up to my wife and daughter but Lisa caught my arm and stopped me. I turned to see a look in Lisa’s eyes I had never seen before.

Some fear rose up in me – what had Don done wrong now; were we in for another long night with these two?

Lisa held onto my arm and said “I need to talk to you, Alex, but I need to do so in private.” She led me to a spot behind one of the prefab metal storage buildings near the high school soccer field to a spot hidden from view of any of the parents, most of whom had already left what was now an abandoned weekend high school campus.

I thought it odd that Lisa knew this exact spot and wondered for a brief moment that she must have scouted this spot at some time in the past to know exactly to come here for a private moment. But I quickly dismissed that thought as for what purpose would she have pre-scouted such a location.

“What is it, Lisa?” I asked as I could see her struggling for words to share what was on her mind. As she wrestled for words I couldn’t help letting my eyes trail down her, still amazing body. She was wearing an unzipped heavy winter coat over a pink sweater that hugged her bosom in always spectacular fashion. It was V-neck with a t-shirt underneath leading down to black stretch pants that she wore with pink and green running shoes underneath. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail that waved in the slight breeze and had to be pushed out of her eyes the slightly glistened in the cool, late-morning air. After all these years and three kids, she was still a “hottie”.

I rallied from those thoughts to zero in on Lisa, again, she obviously had something to share with me.

“I’ve been wanting to get some time alone with you to tell you how thankful I am for all your help,” she began with some difficulty. Being humble and grateful was not a natural part of this spoiled rich kid’s makeup, but I had watched her mature with trials and children and now liked her very much.

“It was nothing,” I started but, again, she grabbed my arm, stopping me.

“No – it was definitely not ‘nothing’,” she interrupted, pendik escort “you saved our marriage; you saved our house and our retirement, that is hardly ‘nothing’.”

She reached for me and I hugged her and comforted her, as a friend. I tried not to feel her voluptuous chest press against me and smell her wonderful, exotic cologne but, like I said, I’m a guy, and my erection soon was stirring and the jogging pants I was wearing weren’t much of a hindrance to its advance. I stealthfully adjusted my hips to make sure my cock didn’t press against her leg and tried to tug on my sweatshirt to let its length cover the evidence of my thoughts.

I was ashamed of myself. Here was my good friend, and business partner’s wife, expressing gratitude to me and I was thinking about sex, just like all those days when I masturbated to visions in my mind of this beautiful lady. I tried to focus again on what was happening here.

“I’ve been wanting to get a chance, personally, to tell you how grateful I am,” Lisa said, her eyes watering and her nose red, either from the emotion or the chill.

“You don’t have to say anything, Lisa, we are friends, of course we’ve been glad to help,” I responded.

“No, you’ve done more than help, you’ve been amazing,” she choked back another sob, “even in college when I wasn’t the nicest person, you were always sweet to me for Don’s sake.” She hugged me again, this time not giving me a chance to hide the evidence of my thoughts and I was sure this time that she must have felt my hard staff press against her.

“So, for a long time I’ve been trying to think of a way to say ‘thank'”, she continued, “and – well…”

“It’s Ok, I…” her cold finger came up to my lips and stopped me from talking.

“Stop talking,” she said, “I need to do something and if I don’t do it now I will never do it.” And with those words, Lisa, my buddy’s wife kissed me, fully, gently, sweetly on the lips.

She pulled back and looked into my eyes, like a young girl, waiting to receive approval for her advance.

“Lisa…”, I exclaimed in unbelief, “what are you doing?”

“I know it’s probably wrong, but it’s the way my heart wants to say ‘thanks’ to you,” she said as she leaned in and kissed me again – this time with her tongue sneaking out of her mouth into mine. She pulled me close and our tongues danced together for a moment of a pure heavenly kiss.

I pulled back more sternly this time and help her away at the elbows with my hands.

“Lisa! I am so flattered, but you are Don’s husband and Jessie’s mom, we… we can’t do this I protested.”

She smiled with those cute dimples showing an embarrassment that she must have been wrestling with for some time inside. “I know it’s completely wrong,” she said, her voice quivering from excitement and cold, “but you have always been so kind and you are so handsome, I just thought this might be a good way to let you know how truly grateful I am.”

With the word ‘grateful’ my world was changed. She had paused slightly before saying that word and her eyes shifted down at that moment and by the time she had finished that statement her left hand had found my crotch and was cradling my hard erection.

“I just want to make you feel SO good.” She said, leaning in to kiss me again, now with more ferocity. Her slender fingers wrapped around the material of my running pants that now clung tightly to my fully engorged manhood. Our lips and tongues met in passion in a kiss I now hoped would never end. The kiss finally broke and we embraced as both of us tried to catch our breath.

My eyes scanned the horizon to see who might be a witness to our dalliance and finding no one I said in husky voice “Lisa, I can’t resist you.”

“Don’t resist me,” she whispered in a voice I heard clearly as her lips were just centimeters from my ear. I felt her cold nose against my neck as her lips began to nibble under my ear lobe. “I want to make you feel so good,” she said.

Any ability to stop this from proceeding ended with the wind of that statement on my ear. Her hand was doing its work on my cock and perhaps all the blood had drained from my brain into my penis but I was fully incapable of ending this process or considering any possible consequences at this point.

“Oh God, Lisa, you are so beautiful,” I let out in breath to her, “I’ve always thought so.”

“I might have noticed,” she laughed, coyly, “I occasionally saw you looking at me across the kitchen table at breakfast in college.”

I leaned back, looking at her with embarrassment of having been outed for my perverted thoughts from years ago.

“It’s ok,” she smiled, looking into my eyes. I hesitated, unsure of what to do now.

“It’s OK,” she repeated, “I liked it, you were always sweet and so cute. I wanted you to find me attractive.” She hesitated, leaving my cock to take both of my hands in hers. “Now I want you to find me arousing.”

She kissed me again and we let go of any hesitancy and maltepe escort our kiss was now a full ‘make out” session. This girl was amazing and offering herself to me behind the storage barn at the high school field. I felt like a horny 17-year-old with his girlfriend. Our kiss heated up the cool air around us as our breath made smoke emerging from our mouths.

Lisa looked at me again, “I want you to want me, Alex,” she said, “I want you to… touch me.”

With that, she pulled my hands to her chest and I felt those breasts I had admired for so long. They were the size of grapefruits in my hand as I felt them through her heavy sweater. And despite the fabric of the sweater and the t-shirt and support brassiere underneath, I could still feel here nipples protruding underneath.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her breath caught with my touch. She leaned in and gently kissed my earlobe again. “That feels so good,” she said with a somewhat shaky voice.

I massage her breasts as I felt her tongue lick and flick across my ear. She then fully attacked my ear with what I was realizing was a very skillful tongue when her hand when back to my crotch.

As I explored the wonders of her amazing chest, her hand didn’t rest outside the fabric of my pants for long as her hand tried to work inside my waistband. I had to reach down and release the tied knot that held the pants in place and with a tug of my wrist my sweatpants slipped down to my thighs. The cold air made me shiver when hit the sensitive areas of my thighs but did nothing to slow my cock from testing to bounds of the fabric of my briefs.

“Oh God,” she moaned again as her hand cupped the front of those tight underwear and the same words could have slipped from my lips as her cold hand worked inside the waistband and find my curled up penis. Fortunately her hand quickly warmed trapped between my briefs and my manhood and I was even able to withstand the cold air hitting my cock when she freed it by pushing my briefs below my balls.

“Oh God, you’re huge,” she said into my ear before bringing her face back to look me in the eye, “I knew you would be.” She smiled a coy smile, teasing me with the idea that she had thought about this moment before. And I thought guys only had masturbation fantasies.

I watched her look down at my cock as it, now fully freed, responded at full mast to her touch and the movement up and down of her hand. The moment was almost too much to take. Standing in a semi-private field at our son’s high school. The chance that anyone, even my son, could come around and catch us in our forbidden activities. It was a very sexy scene.

As I felt the pleasure of the hand job I was now receiving from my friend’s wife, I wanted to reward her as well, as any man would want to do for a sexy woman who just complimented his size.

I kissed her full and deep again, letting my hands slip to her hips. I held her there for a moment before letting my hands work their way up inside her sweater and fully cup her breasts through her t-shirt.

“Oh God, these are huge,” I said complimentary with a bit of ironic joking. She looked at me and reached for her jacket, pulling it off and dropping it to the ground. She reached for the bottom of her sweater, looking at me as if to dare her to take it off. I lightly nodded my head and she stared into my eyes as she ripped it upward pulling it over her hand and managing her long, blond ponytail through the opening at the top.

This beautiful lady stood, in a sexy vulnerable way, shivering in the cold. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, now doing my work on her neck.

“Yes,” she hissed through clinched teeth as I reached behind her waistband and unleashed her t-shirt from her pants, this allowed my hands to trail up her bare back to the strap of her bra.

My hands had to be freezing for her but her only reaction was to reach again for my cock as I began to undo the latch on the back of her bra, and that accomplished, my hands came forward under her t-shirt, sliding inside that soft brassiere and felt her up.

I heard a slight purr from her as I held these beautiful breasts in all their glory. I could feel the weight of them in my hand, like no breasts I had ever held before. And I felt her tiny pointed nipples jutting from the tips of those large mounds.

“Ah, yes, Alex,” she purred again, kissing me; her hand now going to work, jerking my cock as fast as she could. I was clearly arousing her and I wanted to continue as she was doing the same for me.

I pushed the t-shirt and bra up, exposing those nipples to the cold air. She was short, as I have mentioned before, so I was some task to bend down enough to take a nipple into my mouth while not interrupting her work between my legs.

I took that sharp nipple into my mouth, sucking it and the entre areola into my mouth. There was a smack of my breath as air escaped from my tight suction and I breathed as I took a very hard nibble on her feminine nipple.

“Um, kartal escort baby, yes, I love that,” she said, hold my head with one hand and my cock with the other. I worked my way from one breast to the other, my hands massaging the big mounds and my fingers and lips working the nipples. Before meeting for another kiss with my beautiful friend.

As we held each other I felt fully her hand working up and down my erection. Since she had released it from my pants, she had not stopped stroking it up and down.

“I love touching you, Alex,” she said with a heavy breath.

“MMM I love it, too,” I said, “you’re going to make me cum, pretty soon.”

“Yes, Sweetie, I want to make you cum,” she said with a lilt in her voice that made me feel that was her goal from the moment she awoke this morning. “Cum for me, cum in my hand.”

Her words were doing magic and it wouldn’t be long before I did just that. But I needed to ask one question before the spell of the moment was broken.

“Is this all the thanks I get? Or can I expect more in the future.”

There was silence for a moment and then she leaned in near my ear. “Do you want more, Alex?”

“Um Hmm,” was all the response I could manage as her hand picked up the pace below.

“Oh yeah? You want to fuck me, Alex? Have you always dreamed of fucking me?”

Now I had heard Lisa use crass language before and seen her take shots and do crude things as college kids do, but her use of the F-word here sent me into a new stratosphere.

“Yes, I want to fuck you,” I responded, “I really want to fuck you.”

“Oh God, yes,” she whined, “I want you to fuck me, doggy style in my bed. Do you like to fuck doggy style?’ She purred this question, clearly trying to make it titillating to me.

“Oh yes, I’d love to fuck you from behind,” I teased, “I love to see your beautiful ass in front me as we made crazy fucking love.”

Both of us tried to breathe, we were now completely lost in the throes of passion, anyone walking up could not have stopped us at this point.

“And then,” I continued, “I would want to lay back while you rode on top of me.”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned, “I would wear my sexiest lingerie for you and ride you all night.”

The picture of this entered my mind, a sexy bustier on this amazing woman, with thigh high stockings and a garter belt, rocking her hips back and forth grinding our pubic bones together. That was the vision that put me over the top.

“I’m going to cum, Lisa,” I groaned.

“Oh yes, cum for me Alex,” her hand moved into jet drive and she jerked my cock for all it was worth. “Cum for me, Baby!”

She didn’t have to ask again, with a moan my first load of semen came streaming out, shooting a few inches away from cock onto the grass below. The second load shook my body as it popped straight into the air and back onto my cock and Lisa’s hand. Soon her hand was slowing, working every last drop out of me.

She moved her hand all over my cock and balls, rubbing the cum in like a lotion. I now became more aware of the cold as my cock shriveled. She continued to tease and tickle before finally pulling her mouth up for me to see, with my cum glistening all over it.

She smiled as she pulled her palm towards her face and her tongue flicked out for a lick. She had an amazing sexy tongue that came to a hard point as she took a second taste of my sperm.

I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue, letting the moment and the salty taste last as long as I could.

“Oh my, you’re a little kinky, aren’t you,” she purred.

“A little, I said with a blush. She took another lick and we kissed deeply again, I grabbed her body and turned her shoulders around so her torso was now faced away from me and we kissed over her shoulder. My right hand slipped back under her t-shirt to a bare breast and my left hand slid inside her stretch pants and inside her silk panties.

“Oh my,” she blurted out as my hand slid to her most secret place, “Oh Alex.”

Her right hand slid behind my head pulling me to her neck, her left hand grasped through the material of her pants. I feared for a moment she was stopping me, but soon realized she was giving me freedom of movement and was just along for the ride.

I slid my pointing finger down the through the lips of her vagina, finding a wet, slippery hard clit there. Her teeth clinched and her breath caught as I found it, causing me to pause for a moment.

“Oh yes, right there,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”

I slid my finger farther down into her nether regions, letting my finger tease the hole of her vagina before working back up to the throbbing clit.

“ah ah ah,” I could only guess her words were gone for the moment and she could only make small noises as her pleasure grew.

My right hand slid down from her breast and joined my other hand inside her panties. My left hand went to work on her clit while I worked my long finger from my right hand inside of her like a slender cock. My finger was instantly greeted with a wealth of pussy juice to give me free easy access and the walls of her vagina pulled me.

“Now I want you to come out here for me,” I whispered as I kissed her neck and ear.

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The Step Sister Ch. 01

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THE STEP SISTER Ch.1

Okay…before I start this whirlwind story of my younger life, let me begin by describing myself today. My name is Matthew Wilson, I am married with 2 little boys, I am 29 years old, 6’4″ at 260 pounds with very little body fat, I am an avid bodybuilder since I was 15, I am an Accountant for a major Firm in Colorado and I also own my own personal training company with over 50 full time clients currently under my belt.

I graduated High School salutatorian of my class, graduated from my University in Colorado Summa Cum Laude with a dual bachelors in Accounting and Mathematics, I also earned my Master’s in Accounting and Management…needless to say my academic and fitness life through my college years was pretty arduous and chaotic. The only real “slow down” time was during my Summer Breaks when I would fly back home to my dad’s house in Arizona. I elaborate on this because the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year of my bachelors program when I was 21 is where my experiences with HER began.

When I was 10 my mother passed away and my father was just so devastated that he didn’t even begin dating again till I was about 16. After having met and dated a few women, he met Natalie, a gorgeous and sweetheart of a woman, and they hit it off great…and the summer when I was 18 about to go off to college, about 2 years into their relationship, he actually married her. Well…Natalie had a daughter from a horrible prior marriage named Mary.

Mary and I were both 18 and were already set to go off to our own separate colleges by the time the marriage took place. During the timeframe of our parents dating, we slowly developed our own friendship. We all lived together through that summer after the wedding and of course the following summers in between our freshman, sophomore, junior and senior years of college. This induced Mary and I to spend a lot of time together, and our friendship really grew into a best friendship that made us inseparable when we were home! Not many late teenage step siblings actually become good friends like that with each person having their own clique of friends and such…but we actually grew close!

Now Mary was extremely beautiful and I’d be lying if I said any different, she was 5’7″ with smooth sun tanned skin, tight abs, perfect curves, a full toned ass, a beautiful face with blue/green eyes and full lips with long blonde hair that stretched to the top of her ass, and a pair of very perky DD breasts that stood by all terms of the word perfectly, almost to the point that had I not known her for so long, I would have suspected they were very well done implants. Like I said, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find Mary extremely attractive and that I would have given anything to do anything with her.

She was gorgeous, smart as hell, sarcastically funny and such an all around sweet girl. But, naturally I never acted on any of those impulses because she was my step-sister and even though that was just a legal/social formality, it was morally wrong in the public’s eye. Also I was just happy that her and I grew to be as close of friends as we have. That would eventually change though, as you probably have already guessed it!

For those summers, Mary and I grew close as hell as step-brother and step-sister, we would go to movies, go out to eat, go hang out with our sets of friends, and we would play drinking video games (drunk Mario Kart and Smash Bros) all of the time and usually end up passed out over each other, leading to some nasty next day hangovers for the both of us. Though there was that sexual appeal I had for Mary, I really never acted on anything as I just enjoyed her company as my best friend for the summers since most of her friends as well as mine didn’t really come back home from college during those times.

While we were at our universities, we would usually text daily and see how each other is doing, talking shit, confessing funny hookup/ one night stand stories, or just bombarding memes to each other while we were in our classes. It was because of this fun relationship we had that I never thought of acting on my physical wants toward Mary. I had my trusted hookup partners at school and back at my home city, so I wouldn’t think to long about Mary in that light. I also never thought she found me attractive like that, I knew I was attractive, but I assumed she looked past that.

Now I wasn’t 260 pounds back in college like I am now…but having been bodybuilding for 5ish years by that summer…I was sitting at about 230 pounds with a cut waist and a lot of definition (I always would cut up and get striated for summer pool season, as most young bodybuilders do). I felt I looked really good to most women that would see me this summer, excluding Mary of course.

The day I got back from University, both Natalie and my dad were working when I landed and since Mary arrived ataşehir escort bayan the day before me, she was coming to pick me up at the Airport. After grabbing my bags and walking through the terminals to passenger pickup…I saw her. She was waiting for me in person, she must have parked the car and came to give me a proper long awaited ‘Hello’ greeting. All she doing was smiling at me the whole time I was making my way to her.

She was dressed overly nice to pick me up, wearing a skintight Crimson dress that seemed to cut just above mid-thigh. This dress showed every curve she had perfectly… Her ashy blonde hair had soft long curls and her makeup was very beautifully displayed, even though she really didn’t need any makeup to look gorgeous. As I was getting closer to her I noticed all of her wonderful features from her long toned and tanned legs to the V-cut of her dress making her breasts almost pop out for me to see, which I wouldn’t have complained if they did! I don’t know if it was just not having seen her for the months of that last semester, or my own hormone fuelled sex drive, but she look than I ever to me in that moment.

‘God damn she is so fine’ I thought, ‘everything about how she looks is fine from hair to heels! What I wouldn’t give to bury my co..’

Then I realized what I was thinking and shut that shit down quick! ‘What the fuck are you thinking’ I chastised myself, ‘she’s your fucking step-sister…no matter how hot, that shit isn’t going to happen. Besides she doesn’t see you that way, she’s probably going on a date or a girl’s night out tonight and you just haven’t seen her in person in 6 months…’ I had to relax my brain quickly as I felt a little extra weight hanging between my legs as some more blood started to flood down south.

As I got closer and closer to her, I could tell she was giving me an up/down inspection. Nothing crazy…just one of those head to toe and back to head with an approving smirk. It had me question what that was for…we had grown close as hell but she has never given me the ol’ “up down” with a sign of approval… Naturally I suppressed my second guessing on that as well, our parents were married to each other and it would be like throwing a brick in a dryer for our family if I tried to do anything with her. Plus she’d probably slap the shit out of me if I tried to make a move and I knew she was built just enough that it would fucking hurt like hell to get hit by her!

“Holy shit Matt!” She practically shouted at me as I walked up and stopped in front of her. ” You look amazing! Dude you’ve got even more buff this past semester!”

“Hey homie!” I laughed “Thanks! What can I say, iron addict for life!” I chuckled at her.

“With all your gym shit, how do you find time to study?” She giggled back at me.

I gave her my witty grin and replied “You know I don’t sleep…”

With an elongated eye roll, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me probably the biggest, tightest hug she ever has. I could feel her firm breasts pressing against me, and her floral perfume smelled nothing shy of heavenly, Rose and Jasmine. I started to feel myself grow more downstairs at the feeling of this sexy woman pressed against me.

‘Matt! Fucking stop!’ I whipped myself mentally ‘she’s still family and she’s definitely going to feel it against her stomach. Shut that shit down!’

“Let’s get to the car, I want to get home and relax.” I said as I broke the hug and grabbed my bags “What’s on your agenda for the rest of the day? Date night? Girls’ night?” I asked.

“Absolutely nothing honestly!” she said with a little chuckle “I figured I was going to chill with you for the day, catch back up on everything with you.”

We started walking to the car, I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘Was she dressing like that solely for me then? Did she want me to see her in a lustful way? Why would she want me to see her like that? Why the hell am I more turned on by her than I should be? What the actual fuck is wrong in my head?’ I felt like I was my own Commanding Officer shutting down what my brain was thinking. I knew I either needed to rub one out at home or try to hook up with one of my old FWBs tonight. I didn’t need to have these thoughts already.

After walking some distance and asking each other the normal questions that you ask when catching back up with someone, we made it to the car. On our way home I kept looking at Mary in the corner of my eye as she drove, her skin was just as smooth as I can remember, and her cleavage was just spilling out of the top of that dress. The bottom of her dress shifted up when she sat down and I could see the starting tip to her black lace thong.

I couldn’t keep staring, and I couldn’t keep thinking that she dolled herself up solely for me. I had to say something to her in hopes of getting a sibling’s response to escort kadıöy ease my mind of this unneeded sexual tension, but the back of my head secretly wanted a sexual response. So it was a win/win situation I figured. I knew I just needed to be sly with it because, well, saying something just forward enough would make shit too damn awkward for us after that.

“Hey,” I stated “about your comment you made about how I looked back there,” I said as she looked at me periodically while she was driving “I’m sorry I didn’t return a compliment back to you. Truth be told…and as off putting as it may sound with you being my sister, I was honestly just shocked at how beautiful you looked in the dress that I really couldn’t find the words to say back with out making myself feel awkward. Like you captivated the room with your looks, there’s no denying that I, and every other man with a pulse saw it.” While being a smooth talker, I was waiting for some thankful, non-sexual style response…

‘Please say something sisterly…’ I thought.

“Step Sister.” She replied with a small smile.

‘Well Fuck.’ I thought. ‘That’s just maddening the unhelpful.’

“What?” I asked, knowing damn well what she meant by that.

“I’m your step sister dude, not your blood sister.” She said with an honest grin “If I were your blood sister, then fuck yeah that would sound a little off putting…but I’m your step sister, your step sister you met at 16…it’s okay, and kind of cool to know you with your looks and size think I look good!”

“Really?” I asked “You’re ok with me telling you that I think you look gorgeous? It’s not weird to hear that?” I made sure she saw my quizzical look on my face. Though I was getting an answer I was liking, I still was in disbelief she likes that I think she is hot…

“Yeah!” she replied “Hell I think you’re a very handsome guy, always have, and I’ve told you plenty of times! And your newer found muscle size you keep putting on makes you even more attractive! I don’t mind you seeing me with attraction, because I put a lot of work into trying to look good just as you do the same with your bodybuilding! It’s perfectly normal to see each other in the attractive sense. Also, you don’t compliment me like most guys our age…usually its ‘you have a fat ass’ or ‘you’re hot as fuck’…but you saying I look beautiful and gorgeous…I actually like it” she looked over at me with a smile, not a genuine happy smile, but not a wicked smile either…this smile was a mixture of both.

‘Holy shitballs!’ I was screaming in my head ‘She thinks you’re hot as well!?!? Maybe I should try..NO! Shut the fuck up Matt…she’s family and you’re not going to make a move on your own family!’ My internal monologue was fighting with me so hard by this point. I was starting to feel like I had a touch of crazy with how much I was talking to myself in my head.

As I was arguing with myself in my head looking out the window…the rest of my body slightly flushed from what I had just heard, and I didn’t take notice that I had grown rock fucking hard from her words. After I noticed the obvious bulge, I grabbed my backpack from where my feet were sitting and I brought it up to my lap.

I looked over and saw a little smirk in Mary’s face while she was watching the road.

‘Dammit…Did she see my bulge in my board shorts?’ I thought ‘Is that what she was smirking at? Jesus Christ I need to just rub one out when I get back to the house and clear my head…I don’t know if I’m going to survive this summer.’ I laughed to myself in silence as I thought of how hard it was going to be to maintain composure for all the times we were going to be in the pool together, seeing her in her bikinis…

Mary and I continued to make small talk catching back up about events these past two semesters, friends we’ve made and lost, and how schooling was going as the drive home was coming to an end.

…………

After a couple hours of laundry and unpacking everything I brought home, I decided to give myself a little alone time in my room to go at it and drop the thoughts of Mary out of my head. I knew it was wrong to think about her while beating off since she is family technically…but I needed this release to happen…I mean come on, she was honestly smoking hot picking me up…and let’s face it, it wasn’t the first time I thought of her while doing it. With the excitement of this release that needed to happen, I completely forgot that Mary said she was just going to chill with me all day…and I forgot that I hadn’t locked the damn door. Rookie move.

After folding and hanging my clothes, I plopped down on my bed, unzipped my zipper, and began to do my thing. And my cock was as hard as a diamond, fully engulfed with more blood that I thought could fit in it. Part of me felt bad because this wasn’t the first time I have jacked off maltepe escort to my sister’s mental image…hell it probably wasn’t even the 50th time…but she is flawless in the most unbiased sense!

After a good while into my session…Mary came barging through my bedroom door asking me “Hey do you want to go out to eat or order somethAAAHHHHHH! Oh shit!” She jumped back exaggerated.

“Oh what the fuck!” I yelled at her as I reached for the edge of my comforter to throw over me. I felt like my heart just blew out of my damn chest like Chestburster from the Alien movies.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” she proclaimed as she was staring wide eyed straight at my dick before doing a complete 180 and bolting out of there.

She ran out of the room as I laid there shocked and stunned at what just happened. The scare of it all of course made my cock eventually go flaccid and I knew this pleasure session had come to an end for now.

‘Great’ I thought sarcastically to myself ‘I get to have an awkward situation with my stepsister and blue balls all at the same time…fucking great! Well…I’m getting out of here, fuck that!’

After zipping back up and collecting my composure…I texted my buddy Eric who was back from college for a couple days before going on a trip to Europe. He said I could come over and chill with him for the night once he got home in an hour. So I decided to play a little Call of Duty for about an hour before leaving. As I was making my quick way out of the house, I saw Mary sitting at the kitchen bar having a snack. Our eyes locked for a moment before we both made the awkward “look away” move. I walked passed her and said “I’m going to Eric’s for the night, tell Natalie and Dad I’ll see them after they get off work tomorrow.”

Mary tried to respond as I was bolting out the door “Okay, wait Matt I…” but the door closed behind me and I dipped out before I could make shit any more awkward. I needed to get away from her for the night, have a drink and calm my bullshit nerves before talking to her again. I was obviously way too turned on by her and it needed to stop.

Through the night at Eric’s house, we trained that night in his home gym as he was another bodybuilder, played way too much Call of Duty, drank about a fifth of Bourbon and smoked a sizeable amount of weed. It was honestly just what I needed because the next day around noon, when I woke up, my nerves were calm and my anxiousness with Mary was gone. I knew the conversation about what she caught me doing was going to be awkward, but I mellowed my nerves enough that night to get a grip on myself.

I got home around 3 that afternoon and though the nervousness of talking to her built up a little bit when I saw she was home, I knew we were still great friends and I made a mountain out of a molehill for nothing. I ventured back into the hallway and to the living room where Mary was watching TV acting like nothing happened. I walked over to her, sat down at the opposite end of the couch and knew I needed to talk to her…

“Mary can we talk?” I asked

Mary muted the TV and turned her body to me to give me her full attention. This didn’t help much because she had another tight summer style dress on, her tits eye level to me to look at…and a different black lace thong was facing directly at me. And I knew what was right behind the thin piece of fabric…that delicate shard of cloth keeping my eyes from seeing her beautiful core.

Did I know it was beautiful, no…but I imagined it was just like the rest of her body…perfect in every way. And my cock slowly started to grow again, creating yet another bulge…but I wasn’t as hard as I was in the car so the bulge wasn’t as pronounced. The nervousness built up more now that I had her attention and more so that she definitely had mine.

“Look Mary I am so sorry for that, what I was doing, what you saw…there’s no doubt that I do it or you do it…we both do, hell were adults, but I should have locked the door. I should have thought ahead and made sure you wouldn’t have had to see that and I apologize for that. Can we just drop it though and forget about the whole thing?” I pleaded with her.

“Dude I know you jack off, fuck we text each other our hookup stories all the time!” She laughed “I just felt bad that I didn’t knock first and probably fucked up your whole chi”

I began to relax at her nonchalant attitude. “Yeah” I chuckled “my chi was definitely broken from that!”

She laughed at my reply, but that quickly left her face as I could see she had a distinct firmness to her. It was like she had her thoughts on something and she was trying to think of how to express them.

“What were you thinking of?” she asked me curiously with a straight face.

‘Huh?’ I thought

“What do you mean?” I replied, giving her a quizzical look.

“What were you thinking of while you were masturbating, or beating off, or whatever you prefer to call it? There wasn’t any porn playing or any pictures you were looking at…so what were you thinking of?” She chuckled “I would have taken you for a POV fan or a VR fan with porn since you’re a tech lover!”

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The Sorority Sisters: Sarah No. 01

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Sarah No.1 — Her first lesbian experience, an incestuous tryst with her sister.

Introduction:

Sarah and her buddy, Dean, came to me recently after reading one of my Sorority Sisters stories. They offered themselves to me, for me to dominate. Although they said they were both submissive it became clear right away that Dean was more into control than being controlled. So I accepted them tentatively as a sub and her Dom partner. After learning more about Sarah’s fetishes and fantasies — she is very shy, and loves to be humiliated — I am teaming with Dean to meet her submissive needs. She loves to be made to cry and feel mortified. So that is where we are starting.

A fantasy about having an incestuous sexual affair with her younger sister surfaced as I explored her mind. So I challenged her to go there and make it happen. She hated doing this, which is why I made her do it. This is her report.

I should mention that this couple is in Australia, a place that is hard to work with, given its 14 hour time difference from North Carolina, USA.

Susan

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Dear Mistress,

As you have ordered, here is the report of my first time with my sister Mel. I’ve broken it into two parts: the evening we started and the morning we finished. I don’t know how I feel about this, but you asked me to write it down and I have. Although I am ashamed of what I did, it got out of control and even now it arouses me to read it. And writing it down made me wet with excitement. It seems so wrong. How could it be so wonderful, too?

You told me to do this, and so I have. I hope it pleases you, Mistress. I want, above all else, to please you.

Part 1 — The first evening.

I hadn’t cum for two days and I couldn’t take it any more. I’d had my sister staying with me, and I only have a one-bedroom place. So there was nowhere for her to sleep but in my bed. Which was fine, really. We’ve done it many times before. But it had stopped me masturbating, and I do it so often now that I was going out of my mind with this frustration.

I started thinking about just doing it anyway, I couldn’t stay still, and I just needed a little orgasm. Before I knew what I was doing I’d taken my panties off. I gently reached down, careful not to move too much, and spread my pussy lips. They felt electric, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I also couldn’t stop. I quickly started sliding two fingers in and out of myself and my breathing started to come faster.

It was summer so we only had a sheet on, and I was getting so wet I could hear my fingers squelching in my juice, and I could smell myself. I couldn’t keep going or I’d wake her up. But I couldn’t stop, I so needed to cum.

It was all too much and I started to cry. Before I knew what was going on Mel was asking me was I alright and what was wrong. She’d sat up and the sheet had fallen away, and that’s when she looked down and saw my hand buried in my pussy. I just started sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” I wailed. “I didn’t mean it. I couldn’t help it. I just need to cum so bad.”

She ran her hand down my face to soothe me and said, “Shhhh…It’s alright.”

Then she took my hand, pendik escort still buried in my pussy, and started moving it back and forth inside me. “If you need to cum that bad, then we better let you cum.”

It felt so nice with her helping me. With her moving my hand the squelching started again. I tried to protest, “No, don’t,” but all she did was shush me again.

With her other hand she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and told me to take it off. So I reached down and lifted it up over my head. Then she leaned over and started sucking my nipples. I was shocked into immobility.

As she sucked on my aroused nipples, I realized my smell was filling the room. I couldn’t think straight. Here was my little sister fucking me with my own hand and suckling at my small titties. I’m the older one, but she is so much more womanly in the way she looks, with bigger breasts and fuller hips. I started panting, and she said “That’s a good girl. Cum for your little sister.”

I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I started thrusting my hips into her hand/my hand. I was grinding myself against us and before I knew it I was overcome by a shattering orgasm.

When I had recovered, she said, “Good girl. Now it’s my turn. You got me all turned on, big sister.”

She pulled her panties to one side then moved up towards my head. Before I could comprehend what was happening she was straddling my face, and she said, “That’s it, lick me.”

Her pussy was so wet, and she was just grinding it into my mouth, I had to lap at it. It tasted like my pussy but somehow more womanly, I lapped at it as she rode my face, her juices flowing into my mouth. When she came there was a gush of fluid, which I hungrily lapped up. She froze and shivered as her pussy sat on my face. Then she climbed off me and adjusted her panties.

I reached for my T-shirt but she stopped my hand. She shook her head and said, “You can stay naked for me tonight sweetie. And if you’re a good girl I’ll let you lick my pussy again tomorrow morning.”

She kissed me gently and gathered me into her arms. I slept with her wrapped around me, one hand buried between my legs, the other teasing my nipples. The last thing I thought of as I drifted off to sleep was the smell of my juice all over her fingers.

Part 2 — The next morning.

I awoke slowly to the feel of Mel’s fingers working gently in the folds of my pussy. It took a moment to realize what it was, but it felt so nice I just lay there in a haze. There was a warm feeling between my legs, and I knew my pussy was wet with arousal. My baby sister was gently rubbing and fingering me. It felt so nice I let her arouse me more and more. Then the realization and horror of what had happened last night hit me. This was my little sister’s hand slowly masturbating me. I moved with a start, and wriggled away from her.

“What are you doing? We can’t be doing this. It’s wrong, Mel,” I blurted out, full of shame at what I’d done last night.

“But you like it,” was all she said.

I began to cry. She interrupted me. “Look, there’s no point crying and being a baby about it. We both know you liked it. And so did I, in case you didn’t notice. We can maltepe escort both smell how much your little pussy wants it.”

She was right You could smell the thick scent of my pussy filling the small room.

“We both know you want me to keep playing with your pussy, Sarah. Don’t you want this now?”

All I could do was nod my head.

“I want you to say it, Sarah. I want you to ask me for it.”

I just stared at her, sitting there naked in front of her. My pussy was throbbing, and my nipples seemed so hard. “…I…I can’t…”

“I don’t care what you think you can or can’t do. You’re going to do what I ask or I’m going to tell everyone what a sicko lesbian you are. This is your only chance. It’s not like you don’t want it. In fact, spread your legs and show me. If your pussy isn’t glistening with arousal that’ll be the end of this.”

I just sat there, terrified; I couldn’t show her, because my arousal was going to be so evident.

“If you don’t show me this instant I’m going to slap you. Now spread ’em.”

I hung my head in shame, and spread my knees as far as I could. My arousal was self-evident. My pussy was sticky with my juices. I closed my eyes tight in shame. I felt fingers running up and down my lips and then smelled my arousal in front of my nose.

“Open wide,” she said. I did so and she stuck the two wet fingers in my mouth, which I hungrily sucked.

“You like the taste of that, don’t you?” she said. I could only nod. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Sarah? Turned on by lesbian thoughts for your own sister and eating your own pussy juice?”

I mumbled a yes. She pulled the fingers out of my pussy and ordered me to beg for her touch again. Tears began to stream from my eyes again. “Please make me cum sis, I needed it so bad. I’ll do anything. Please don’t tell anyone about this. Please…I’m so sorry.”

She smiled at me, at my tears and how pathetic I was. “No. I’m not going to let you cum until I’m happy with you. OK?”

She reached out and grabbed my nipple and pinched it. She began to drag me off the bed by it over to my cupboard. It stung so much it felt like she was pulling my whole tit off.

“Now show me where you keep your toys.”

I quickly pulled open the door and grabbed the bottom drawer and yanked it out. There they were. She bent down with me and kept a hold of my nipple. It stung so much. There was my large vibe, and my two butt plugs. There were also some pegs for my nipples, but I don’t think she realized that they were sex toys.

“Oh my god, what a dirty bitch you are, you’ve got ass toys as well.”

She pulled out the biggest and shoved it in front of my face. “Suck it, It’s going up your ass, you sexy little slut.”

At this stage I was beaten, I just opened my mouth to take its rubbery girth. She fucked my face with it for a few minutes until it was nice and wet then ordered me to turn around and bend forward. She then violently shoved it up my ass. It hurt going in, as there was no lube on it only saliva. I started to sob and wriggle.

“I’ll give you something to cry about,” she said, as she slapped my ass. I was shocked by what kartal escort was happening. Mel was turning into a hard bitch and abusing me. I think now that she sensed my submissiveness and it brought out her dark side. But this was a side of my sister that I had never seen.

When she had finished jamming the rubber plug up into my ass, all I heard was the order to sit, which I did. That just forced the plug deeper into my ass. Then my sexy sister undressed. All she had on was a T-shirt and panties, but she managed to make the act sensuous and teasing. She is so amazingly beautiful, with big, firm breasts (unlike mine), and a nicely trimmed bush. I wanted her so bad.

“Now come suck my pussy, Sarah. You know you want it, and to touch yourself like a dirty girl, too. OK?”

I crawled up between her legs and devoured her. She tasted delicious. She was still soiled from last night, so she tasted thicker. I liked the stale taste of sweat and last night’s sex. I deserved it; I was a dirty slut. As I sucked on her clit, I worked two fingers feverously up inside her, searching for her g-spot. I felt her girl cum squirt out on my hand and arm as she bucked underneath me. I eagerly licked it up as she came down from her orgasm. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I was looking into her eyes, her juices smeared all over my face.

“I can’t believe what a slut you are, Sarah. Going down on me like it’s your last meal”

I looked at her with big puppy dog eyes as tears started to well. I so needed to cum, my pussy, or more accurately my belly, just ached with the need.

“Please can I cum,” I begged, “I’ll do anything….”

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Mistress, I feel very ashamed by the dirty things I’ve written here. And by how much all of this has turned me on. But I will hold off on cumming, keeping myself in this state of arousal until I have your permission to cum. I’ll be at Dean’s tonight so I will get your message as soon as you write to me.

Love,

Your little bitch cunt slut

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Post Note:

This story is fiction. I told Sarah I wanted her to sit down and write a story for me about having incestuous sex with her younger sister. Why? Because she had told me the thought of it both aroused and disgusted her. So I asked her to explore her psyche by letting it write to her. What came out of her mind surprised her, especially the part where her sister, in the story, turned hard and dominating. And also that she seemed experienced in lesbian sex.

Sarah was also surprised at how the story that surfaced from her unconscious mind aroused her so much. That by itself was enough to increase her shame, which turns her on, too. So the sordid details of her incestuous thoughts aroused her, caused her great shame, which aroused her further. Writing down these lustful thoughts, and sending them to me, humiliated her, which only served to arouse her more. What a delightful, self-feeding circle of shame and arousal.

And finally, when I told her I was going to post her private, licentious thoughts so the whole world could see her degradation, she almost had an orgasm on the spot. What a fun girl she is growing into.

If you would like to communicate with Sarah and/or Dean, just send me a message and I will pass it on. If you have a sadistic tilt to your psyche, feel free to heap verbal abuse on this slutty, sinful girl. She will love it, and get off on it.

Susan

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The Slumber Party Ch. 02

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Carrie felt the need to confront Grant over his treatment of her friends.

The girls had all left; to say they were in a sour mood was an understatement. It had taken a lot of effort on Carrie’s part to dissuade them from having Grant dropped off to jail: she did get them to admit that they had not been entirely blameless in the matter. They were all of that age when matters of love, sex, and romance could be so overwhelming—producing a sense of anticipation, and fear, so all-encompassing that reason and sanity went out the window—that mistakes like this were bound to happen. So they all had to chalk it up to a lesson learned. There was no way to stop certain boys from taking advantage of them, and girls had to take special care not to let themselves fall into a compromising situation.

Still, Grant had not behaved well.

She approached his room late in the afternoon. He had had football practice that day—the team had been meeting for weeks, long before the school term started, and their first game would be the very next weekend—and she felt he might be so exhausted that he wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss over what she hoped was a severe tongue-lashing.

But whether she herself had the guts to deliver such a lecture was very much open to question. His invasion of her body had filled her with all manner of mixed emotions: there was the conventional horror of such a violation of social norms, but she couldn’t deny that her lifelong worship of her older brother had led her to yield to his seizure of her body where other girls might have put up much stronger resistance. Even now her two intimate areas still tingled from Grant’s probing of them; but in some ways his fastening of his mouth onto hers was an even more intimate gesture, and as she licked her lips she remembered the taste with a shudder of shameful pleasure.

For it was, in fact, the first time she had been kissed by a man.

So Carrie knocked on Grant’s door far more tentatively than she had planned. For some moments nothing seemed to happen, and she wondered whether he had even heard the knock. But then the door abruptly opened, and a broadly smiling Grant was facing her. He looked her up and down and said blandly, “Hi, sis.”

Carrie entered cautiously. Grant positioned himself down in front of an angled desk—rather like something an architect might use for drawing up blueprints—that he seemed to like for doing homework. He was sitting on a stool that made him seem taller than he was, and as he glanced at his sister with twinkling eyes she thought: He always likes looking down on me.

“Grant,” she said in what she hoped was her best schoolmarm voice, “you really weren’t very nice to my friends last night.”

His face betrayed an expression of mild surprise. “Not very nice? I thought I managed to please them pretty well—and you too.”

Carrie flushed at that last barb, but went on: “You weren’t nice! You—you forced yourself upon us.”

Now Grant’s face showed a scowl. “Hey, don’t give me that! You’re the one who called me, remember?”

“I know that, but—but we weren’t expecting . . .”

“Well, you should have,” he said hotly. “What did you expect me to do? Parade around in the buff and then just walk off, as if I was some Chippendale’s model?”

That was, in fact, exactly what Carrie and the other girls seemed to have in mind—but now that Grant had said it out loud, the absurdity of the thing suddenly struck her. “Okay,” she conceded, “we were pretty dumb in calling you over. But you still didn’t have to do what you did—and both ways too.” Again she flushed in remembrance, and she realized that her bottom was aching a bit more than her pussy.

A slow smile spread across his face. “Well, I have to say I surprised myself in my, um, endurance. But the five of you were too tempting to resist. And that includes you.”

And with that, he grabbed her around the shoulders and forced her to stand between his legs as he held her close.

“Oh, Grant, lemme go,” she whined, not even convincing herself.

“You’re really kind of cute, you know?” he said softly, moving his hand down to her butt.

“Grant, stop it!” she whispered, fearful that their mother might come down into the kitchen at any moment. She had closed the door of Grant’s room, but any noise that emanated from here could easily be heard in the kitchen.

“Oh, just relax, six,” he said. And with a quick gesture he pulled her skirt and panties down to her knees and, after some firm strokes of her bottom, moved his hand to her front and parted the lips of her pussy.

“Grant, you mustn’t!” she said, now terrified of detection. As Grant stroked her, she immediately became wet, and his fingers’ surprisingly delicate rubbing of her clitoris made her worry that she would cry out involuntarily. Grant prevented that possibility by bending his head down and plastering his lips against hers. She had no choice but to drape her arms around pendik escort her shoulders as she pushed her groin against his hand.

The whole business only took a few minutes, and as her climax washed over her she did moan—but the sound seemed to go right into Grant’s mouth as their lips remained glued together. Grant knew enough about female desire that he continued to stroke her clit gently, prolonging the sensation almost beyond endurance. At last Carrie couldn’t take it anymore, seizing Grant’s hand and moving it away. She also pried herself out of his embrace.

“Grant, that was really naughty!” she said in a harried undertone.

He just gave her a crooked smile.

She angrily pulled up her panties and skirt and glared at her brother. She hoped this would be the end of it, but hadn’t failed to notice a certain hardening in the area of his own groin. But he didn’t seem inclined toward any more action: he all but turned away from Carrie and resumed focusing on whatever it was he was doing at his desk.

Carrie was about to turn on her heels and flounce out of the room when Grant said, “Say, that girl Marcia—”

“What about her?” she said sharply.

“I kind of like her. Why don’t you have her pay me a visit tomorrow night? Can’t be tonight—I need to rest up.”

Carried stared at him, speechless.

“What makes you think,” she said slowly in stupefied wonderment, “that she will want to have anything to do with you after what you did to her?”

Grant gave her a look that said, Oh, come on, sis, she really liked it. “I’m sure you have great powers of persuasion.”

Carrie just shook her head. “You’re so full of yourself,” she said, mostly to herself, and stalked away.

*

Carrie waited till the next day to confront Marcia.

They met in the mall early in the afternoon. Both of them were stocking up on supplies they would need for college, and both studiously avoided talking about what had happened at the slumber party. Maybe, they concluded, if they forgot all about it, they could somehow pretend it hadn’t happened.

But that hopeless dream didn’t last very long.

As they sat down to refresh themselves at a Starbucks, Carrie gazed at Marcia with a strange expression. Marcia, for her part, had spent the previous hour chattering away on any and all subjects—except the one that was obviously in the forefront of both their minds.

“What’s the matter with you?” Marcia said, eyes narrowing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Carrie turned her head away. “Nothing,” she said absently.

There was an embarrassingly long silence. Getting agitated, Marcia blurted out, “How’s Grant?” She could have bit her tongue: that was the very last thing she had wanted to say.

Carrie blushed a little. “He’s fine,” she said evasively.

“Are you okay?” Marcia said pointedly.

Carrie smiled wanly. “I’m okay. It was no big deal.”

It was Marcia’s turn to stare at her friend. No big deal when your brother fucks you in the pussy and the ass?

“He was . . . pretty mean, wasn’t he?” Marcia said half-audibly.

“I guess,” Carrie shrugged. “It’s just the way he is.”

“Yeah, well, maybe he should think about being different,” Marcia said with sudden venom.

Carrie’s look said, Are you kidding me? That’ll happen when I become Queen of the World. She licked her lips, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Finally she ventured, “He asked about you the other day.”

“Oh, did he?” Marcia said snidely.

“Yeah.” After a long silence: “I’m not sure how to say this . . . but—but he wants you to come over tonight.”

That last phrase was spoken in blinding haste—so much so that Carrie wondered if Marcia had heard it all.

But her widening eyes made it abundantly plain that she had.

“He wants me to . . .?” she said in disbelief. “And do what?”

Carrie looked at her hands and said, “I think you know.”

Marcia glared piercingly at her friend, her mouth slowly dropping open. “You can’t be serious! He can’t be serious!”

“He likes you!” Carrie said desperately. “He said that.”

“Oh, he likes me,” Marcia said with acid in her voice. Translation: he likes my boobs and my pussy and my butt.

“He really does,” Carrie said weakly, chiding herself for sounding like a freshman in high school rather than someone less than a week away from being a freshman in college.

“How can he like me?” Marcia said scornfully. “He doesn’t know a damn thing about me.”

“I don’t know,” Carrie said helplessly. “It’s just what he said. He’s known a lot of girls”—that comment didn’t help her case any, if Marcia’s infuriated glare was any indication—”and there aren’t very many he wants to see a second time.”

“Yeah, well, he can just—”

“You have to go!” Carrie interrupted. “If you don’t, he’ll—he’ll do me again.”

There was another deafening silence.

Carrie maltepe escort felt hugely ashamed of herself for this outright lie. In the first place, it was becoming increasingly obvious to her that she not only didn’t object, but actually looked forward, to Grant “doing” her again. In the second place, she knew that this kind of emotional blackmail was just about the lowest thing she could have done to someone she thought of as a dear friend. But Grant was not to be denied: she knew that as well as anyone.

“Is that what he said?” Marcia said in an appalled whisper.

Carrie nodded her head frantically, once again cringing inwardly at her deceit.

Marcia stared off blankly. She herself was going through a torrent of conflicting emotions. Of course she had been outraged at Grant’s unwarranted invasion of her body: he clearly didn’t think any girl really meant “no” when she said “no.” And what he had done to her—especially that second thing, which she had heard people call by the vile term “rear entry”—was both painful and distasteful. She could still not sit too long at a time before her bottom started to ache. And now, as her mind became flooded with memories of Grant’s manhandling of her, she writhed on her tush in horrified recollection.

On the other hand, despite the pain and humiliation Grant had inflicted on her, she felt a curious gratitude to him for relieving her of her virginity. I mean, I had to get rid of it sometime, didn’t I? In some strange way, it was good that he had done it: if it had happened with some guy she really cared for, the agony and the mess might have been such that the guy would have freaked out and been driven away. Anyway, the whole thing hadn’t been that bad, really. Grant was, after all, a splendid specimen of young, strong masculinity. If she had him to herself, maybe he would actually make love to her instead of just fucking her.

And of course, she felt a sisterly sympathy toward poor Carrie, who would otherwise be pounded by her own brother if she (Marcia) didn’t step into the breach.

“Wh-when does he want me?” Marcia volunteered, half in shame and half in excitement.

“I don’t know,” Carrie said. “Sometime in the evening—maybe around ten.”

“He’s going to want me to—to stay the night?”

“Yeah, I guess so. So you’d better bring a change of clothing. You can have breakfast with us the next morning.”

The whole thing was now starting to sound like a kind of coed slumber party—but with only two participants, Grant and herself. It was also starting to sound like something else, but Marcia put that out of her mind. Still, as she looked at Carrie, who seemed overwhelmed with relief, she couldn’t help thinking: Well, this girl is being a pretty good madam for her brother.

*

“Hi, Grant.”

“Hey, Marcia. Glad you decided to come.”

Marcia had come to the outside entrance to Grant’s room, as she was too embarrassed to tramp all the way through the house. She had no idea what Grant’s mother, Jessica, would make of all this—or maybe she’d just gotten so used to an endless succession of girls going in and out of Grant’s room that she didn’t pay much attention anymore. Still, the whole thing struck her as pretty indecent, not to mention high-handed and arrogant. My God, she thought to herself, does he just expect to snap his fingers and have a girl show up at his doorstep, ready and waiting to spread her legs?

And yet, here she was, apparently set to do just that.

If she was honest with herself, she would have admitted that his summoning her like this was hugely flattering. Even before she had known that she would be attending the U, she had followed Grant’s football career with reflected pride: here she was, best friends (or at least one of the best friends) of a girl who was the sister of a star athlete, one who regularly appeared on television and was talked about by commentators as a possible candidate for the NFL—maybe not a high draft pick, but at least of some interest to certain teams. If she was actually seen around campus in Grant’s presence, her status would immediately be elevated from that of humble freshman to the girlfriend of a BMOC.

She just wished he would treat women better.

She now did feel like a young woman, not a girl—and it wasn’t entirely because she had now accommodated a man’s penis into her private parts. She could now vote; she’d been driving a car for years; she was about to enroll in college; and with a shapely, curvy body that no longer had many traces of baby fat, she could definitely feel as if she was on the threshold of adulthood. Whether she would have agreed that the distinction between women and girls—like the distinction between men and boys—was a matter of emotional maturity wasn’t entirely clear.

I have to handle myself better this time, she resolved to herself. I have him all to myself—I can’t let him push me around. She reflected that his domineering kartal escort actions at the slumber party had been, at least to her, harder to resist precisely because the other girls had been there. She had felt inhibited by their mere presence, even though Grant obviously hadn’t been. Now, facing him one on one, she hoped she could preserve her dignity and self-respect a bit better.

She really didn’t know what to expect. Was he just going to order her to strip in front of him and get right down to business? That would be too humiliating—she really would feel like a whore if that happened. He himself, to her alarm, seemed to be wearing only a thin robe—was there anything underneath?

After letting her in, he went over to the far corner of the room, where his desk was. He sat down on the stool in front of the desk—apparently where he had been before her timid knock, for his laptop was on. But now he sat with his back to the desk, and he opened his arms and urged mildly, “Come here.”

Marcia resisted for a few moments, hoping against hope that they might actually talk a little before getting down to business. But she grudgingly made her way to him, and he enfolded her in his arms while surrounding her with his strong thighs. She had deliberately not dressed provocatively, wearing a thin sweater and knee-length skirt that actually made her look a little younger than her years. As Grant embraced her, he placed his head on her chest, just above her swelling breasts. She had no choice but to hold his head in place there.

“You smell really nice,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” she said formulaically.

She knew what would inevitably follow. His hands, initially at her waist, reached to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. She had only a bra on underneath. At the moment, Grant didn’t take it off, but his hands promptly went back to her waist and then descended to her bottom, seizing both cheeks of her butt. She groaned, both in pleasure and in mild irritation at herself at putting up no struggle against his importunities. With an expert touch he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, burying his head between her breasts; then, in an equally sure maneuver, he unzipped her skirt and let it slide down to her feet, then whisked down her panties to her knees.

He himself had somehow managed, at the same time, to open the folds of his robe. As she had predicted, he was naked underneath—and already immensely hard.

His cock actually slid between her thighs, and she wondered whether he would impale her right then and there, even before she was quite ready to receive him. But he had other things in mind. Now kissing and licking her breasts, occasionally nuzzling her nipples, he parted her legs enough to place his right hand up to her crotch. In a matter of seconds he had made the whole area wet, even dripping, as Marcia moaned more loudly and frantically pressed his head to her chest. His fingers knew exactly what to do, and in minutes he had coaxed a shuddering orgasm out of her.

He kept his hand at her pussy as she struggled to remain upright, her knees getting weak as she held on to him. She didn’t think she’d ever had a climax standing up, and she felt suddenly dizzy. In the midst of her frustration at his assumption that she was nothing but his plaything, she felt some gratitude that he had given her pleasure first before taking his own.

After she had regained her composure somewhat, he said, “Will you suck me?”

Well, at least he asked, she said resignedly as she slid down to her knees and silently engulfed his cock into her mouth.

This was a better experience than the previous one, where he had all but forced his member down her throat. Now he was content to let her take in as much as she could comfortably manage, and she worked slowly, drawing it inch by inch into her mouth while also using her tongue to lick the shaft. She had heard somewhere that the tip was actually the most sensitive part, so after a while she took his cock out of her mouth, gave it a quick little kiss, and then used her tongue to bathe the tip with her saliva. That seemed to produce welcome results, as Grant moaned unexpectedly and the cock seemed to quiver while she held it with her hand. For a moment she was afraid he might spurt into her mouth—something she had obviously never experienced and, at the moment, didn’t want to experience. Yuk! The idea of that thick, gooey stuff going down her throat . . .

But Grant wasn’t ready for that. He suddenly pulled her away from himself, then in a swift move lifted her off her feet and into his arms. He gazed down on her with a mix of tenderness and burning desire, and in spite of her unexpressed indignation at being put in this helpless position she couldn’t help feeling a warm glow all through her body at that gaze. Maybe he does like me after all—and more than just for my body!

He placed her gently on the bed and continued to look benevolently down at her. All she could do was stare back at him with almost intolerable longing. The orgasm she had just had now seemed an ancient memory, and she yearned for more of the same—and yearned to give him as many climaxes as she could draw out of him.

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The Size of My Father Pt. 03

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The day Annie Watson had surprised her father in his morning shower, taken his enormous cock in her mouth and made him cum all over her body, she felt like she was dancing on clouds. The complete humiliation of having regressed into a mindless, needy cock slut both times she had seen his fantastic daddy monster, did not fill her with dread or shame anymore. Instead, his morning possession of her, marking her as his property by covering her in his thick, copious semen bath, seemed to have finally loosened something in the previously prim and proper eighteen year old. She reveled in a new feeling of freedom.

Only a couple of days ago, her life had been full of all the have-tos of a good girl: do well in school, dress and behave like a young lady, do chores at home and in church, make plans for her academic and professional future. The list went on and on. Now, she supposed that she would still do some of those things, even enjoy them, but they didn’t really matter or stress her out any more. Now, she knew that her true place and purpose in life was to willingly serve her handsome father and his huge, dominant cock. She didn’t know what that would come to mean, exactly, but she knew it to be true, in her heart and in her tight, wet pussy. Well, she did know one thing: if she could help it, it would mean drinking a lot more of his delicious, creamy daddy cum.

Annie went to school, but barely heard her teachers’ droning or her friends’ chattering, as her mind relived the events of the last few days. After she had showered a second time this morning – due to her father having drenched virtually all of her clean body in his thick, gooey man seed – she hadn’t bothered to put any panties on. It felt right to celebrate her newfound sexuality by letting her little cunt be free. And now, sitting in school, daydreaming about her cunt being spanked hard by her father’s cruel hands, while he tried to shove his horse cock into her willing mouth again, she could feel pussy juice leaking out and forming a nasty little pool on her chair. When class was over, the new Annie didn’t even wipe it off, but left it for some horny boy to find. Later, when she passed her sister Emily in the hallway, Annie saw that Em looked at her very suspiciously for some reason, but she didn’t really care.

After school, Annie went to a store where she hoped no one knew her and bought a dozen simple thong panties. It took most of her allowance, but her father’s hands needed easy access to her round, fat bottom and her wet cunt, she reasoned. By the time she came home, she was so horny that it was hard to focus on her homework. Instead, she started to make plans for how she could be alone with her father again – god, she really needed him n o w! – as soon as possible. In the end, it wouldn’t be too hard, she thought. Her brothers had training until fairly late, and she, Em and her mother was supposed to go visit aunt Jane in the evening, who recently had a new baby. The new Annie realized that she would only have to fake a headache or something, and she would have at least a couple of hours alone with her father.

She remembered this morning, just as he was about to leave for work, there had been a brief moment in the morning chaos, where no one had been watching. He had pulled her in for a goodbye hug, as he did every morning. But when their bodies came close, she could feel his giant master cock pressing against her leg, reminding her of whom her heart and pussy belonged to. He quickly grabbed her hair and forced her face up to meet his demanding, sensual french kiss. It wasn’t, in fact, the very first time innocent Annie had been kissed, but it was certainly the first time someone had forced her mouth open with their tongue, and taken whatever they wanted from her soul.

While Annie was still reeling from the wonderful sensations of the kiss and his fat cock against her body, her loving father completed her morning bliss. His left hand had somehow wormed its way between them and up under her dress, and without warning he shoved his fat middle finger straight up her tight, already moistening pussy. Penetration w a s a first for Annie, and she called out, although the noise was swallowed by his kiss. Even though it was only for a moment, and only a finger, the young teenager immediately understood, on a primal, carnal level, that this – having things pushed hard into her pussy – was what her body was meant for. She was fulfilled in a way that nothing previously had prepared her for. She was entered forcefully and without having asked for it where she was so extremely vulnerable, yet was immediately able to accept it and welcome it into her body. The nerves in her pussy sang for joy, and Annie had to cling to her father when she came for the second time that morning, sobbing happily into his broad muscular chest. Her father had gently made her stand by herself and gone for the door, pausing for a moment on the threshold.

“Daddy loves his honey slut, but such pendik escort nasty behaviour will not go unpunished.”

A second later, the door had closed. Her father and his horse cock were gone. Annie had been left standing with an empty cunt and a yearning for her master daddy’s domination.

But now, if she played her cards right, it would only be an hour, maybe less, till she got to see him again. Her naked little pussy, which had been almost constantly wet all day, made little throbs of joy and lust, whenever she thought about kneeling in front of her father again. Would he let her touch it? Had she earned to touch it now, to run her hands all over his mighty, foot long shaft? She would try to encircle it with her small, eager hands, but she knew she would fail.

In her new state of freedom, there was only one thing about this situation that bothered Annie. She would never get to feel her father’s cock in her tight, wet pussy. That monster was just too big. Annie wondered if her mother, who was a much bigger woman than her, had ever been able to take it, or if her parents had had to use some kind of insemination to have children? That was probably it. And of course, this was why she had never heard her parents have sex! They just couldn’t. Unless her mother was willing to try to put it in her mouth, like Annie had done. But she didn’t think so. Her mother was such a prude. Not at all like her good little slut daughter, she thought proudly. Oh, her poor father, he must have been so lonely and frustrated, with no one to serve the needs of his giant manhood.

But now, everything was different. She would always be there to serve him and worship him, with her mouth and her hands. And she would make him come, so very, very much, deep down her throat and all over her body.

Annie checked her mirror image before going downstairs to make her little performance. With a blanked wrapped around her, a sagging posture and sucked in cheeks, she looked appropriately ill, she thought. Enough, at least, to convince her trusting mother. Annie felt a momentary twinge of guilt, but the twinge of lust in her pussy quickly overtook it.

She went downstairs, coughing demonstratively, and her mother aah!:ed and ooh!:ed in concern. Of course she could stay behind. Of course there would be plenty of more times to meet her little cousin. It was almost too easy.

“Why does she get to stay behind?”

Darn it! Annie had totally forgotten about her horrible, horrible big sister. Emily threatened to ruin the whole thing!! Annie couldn’t show her frustration, and coughed a little more to cover it up. Em had been late to come down, as always, and their mother was already in the hallway getting dressed, when Em started to make a fuss. She looked at Annie very suspiciously. “Why?!”, Annie thought desperately. “Why did she always have to be such a … ” Annie was boiling with pent up anger underneath her sad little blanket. “…such a bitch!!!” Annie knew, of course, that she herself was an amateur liar, whereas Em had been a pro all her life. She could probably smell that something was off with Annie’s sudden illness.

But for once, her mother took charge. “Stop being such a little brat, Em! You’re coming to Jane’s and that’s final!”.

Annie’s heart soared as her sister sullenly started to get ready to go out, even as the guilt returned. She really did not like to betray her mother’s trust. Then again, after this morning, she was probably so far beyond gone on the scale of betrayal that this little show didn’t really matter either way.

The second the door slammed behind her mother and sister, Annie literally threw the blanket away and rushed upstairs to get ready for her father. She wanted to take a shower (again) to be completely clean for him, so that he could properly soil her body with the juices of his monster cock. After the shower, she rushed into Emily’s room. When she knelt for her master, she wanted to present herself in a way that was appealing to him. None of her own dresses were enough, she thought. Unlike her sister’s wardrobe, hers was not made to entice boys.

But after looking through her sister’s wardrobe – she really was a hussy! – she still didn’t find exactly what she was looking for. Nothing seemed special enough, pretty enough for her handsome father. She did, however, find a perfume called Black Night, that made her whole body tingle. She put some on her temples, on her neck, and – after some consideration – between her breasts, and – with a huge smile on her face – in the small of her back.

She went back to her own room, with a clear idea in mind. She put on her only frilly bra and her pretty summer dress that she had been wearing when her father had claimed her for the first time. No panties, of course. A little make up, not too much, and she was ready. She sat down on her bed and contemplated her next move. There was only about ten minutes till her father – steady as clockwork maltepe escort – would come home. She started to get really nervous, but after some thinking, she had it figured out.

She rushed downstairs again, wrote a short note and put it on the hallway mirror, facing the door. No one who came into the Thompson residence could miss it. She just hoped it would be her father, or her life would be over. Maybe it would be, anyway, she thought. Finally, she rushed back upstairs and – after a brief moment of hesitation, faced with the enormity of what she was doing – she entered her parents’ bedroom.

***

As planned, the first thing Brad Watson saw when he entered his house was the note.

It was a short post it note, of a kind in frequent use in the Watson household. They would say things like “At training /Jaimie & Tom” or “Gone shopping /Em” or “Dinner’s in the fridge. /Mom”.

This one said “Waiting for my punishment/Annie slut”.

Not sure what was going on, but with an erection already rising in his pants, Brad put his briefcase down on the floor. While he carefully removed his coat and put it neatly away, he tried to listen for clues as to who was in the house but him and his slut daughter. He hoped for her sake that they were alone.

Remembering to pocket the note, he started to climb the stairs, moving silently to surprise his daughter. The house was silent, but there was a faint hint of perfume – not one used by his wife – in the upstairs hall. Confident now that there was no one but the two of them home, Brad relaxed his shoulders and started to plan what would happen when he found his daughter. He opened the door to Annie’s room and was just about to say something, when he noticed the room was empty. Slightly perplexed, he opened Emily’s room, but found no one. Skipping the boys’ rooms, he was finally standing outside the master bedroom. The one containing the marital bed. The little slut! Brad smiled a feral, carnivorous smile, as his growing beast phallus threatened to be break free from its containment.

He opened the door. At the far wall of the master bedroom was the Watson’s king size bed. On the king size bed was the Watson’s youngest daughter.

Annie was sitting on her knees, facing away from the door and her father. She was dressed in her pretty, yellow summer dress, the same one that had started it all a couple of days ago, billowing out like a flower around her on the bed. Her long, blonde hair was collected to the left side of her head.

When she heard her father finally enter the room – God! she h o p e d it was her father – Annie sat up a little and slowly lifted her dress in the back, exposing all of her big, perfectly rounded lily white tushy to her father’s devouring eyes. Without turning she said:

“Please, daddy, I tried to be a good girl again today. But all I could think about was your monster cock.”

She turned her head slightly and gave her dumbstruck father a seductive little smile over her left shoulder.

“I think you might have to punish me again.”

Then she turned back to face the wall again, and jutted her sweet, innocent ass out a little more towards her horny daddy.

Brad took a moment to drink in the exquisite, fragile beauty of his teenage daughter. The perfect arch of her slim back, ending in the widening of her amazing hips and her large, round ass, that begged to be spanked hard by a stern, but loving father. The molten gold of her hair, cascading down her left shoulder, that begged to be pulled hard by a dominant, demanding father. The beautiful little slit of her tight, teenage pussy, that begged to be f u c k e d hard by a brutal, unforgiving father.

Brad closed the bedroom door and approached the bed. He reached out with his large hand to caress his daughter’s tantalizing ass cheek. Annie made a move to face him, but he immediately smacked her sensitive ass so hard that she fell forward onto her hands and knees. Annie cried out in pain and her father hissed “Face forward, slut!”. A shiver went through his body when he saw his daughter prostrate and ready to be fucked like an animal. He spanked her again, hard, and she wailed like a banshee. And spanked her again, and again, slightly softer. Annie’s fourth cry turned into a satisfied moan as she came from finally being blissfully punished again by her strong, dominant daddy. Her body shook and he could hear a soft, sobbing murmur.

“Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you, please, daddy, punish your slut like she deserves, thank you, thank you …”

Annie was lost in post-orgasmic pain bliss, unaware of the world around her. She was pulled out of her haze by another forceful slap! right between her meaty ass cheeks. But that wasn’t …?

In an instant, Annie realized that it wasn’t her father’s hand, it was his enormous, erect cock, that slapped against her sweet tushy. It felt so fantastic against her naked, sensitive skin, kartal escort but it was so HUGE. She couldn’t believe it was so huge. She could feel his fat, heavy rod of iron hard flesh pressing her down. It stretched all the way up the valley between her ass cheeks, and onwards, several inches up the small of her back, almost reaching her arched spine. It had to be at least a foot long in this glorious, rock hard state. Annie shivered excitedly. The beast phallus was warm enough to almost burn her skin, but in a good way. It was broad, like the thick end of a baseball bat, and it pressed her ass cheeks outwards by its sheer, humongous size. And then there was the cream. Her father’s fat fuck pole and heavy balls seemed to be so full of potent fluids that they just couldn’t be contained. The slit of his huge member leaked a clear, slimy fluid that quickly lubed the inside of Annie’s cheeks and the paradise valley between them.

For a good long while, the monster cock just nested there, buried in the folds of Annie’s tender teenage tushy. The power of its touch dominated her. Bent over on her hands and knees on her parents’ marital bed, Annie couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to, because her father’s cock just wouldn’t allow it. But, of course she did not want to move. Ever again, in fact. They would just stay like this, her father in complete control of his young daughter slut, making her his willing slave, through the unyielding power and weight of his master cock. Her nasty girl cunt was creaming in step with her father’s shaft, aching to be touched.

Slowly, her father started to pull the cock backwards. At the same time, she could feel his strong, powerful hands each grab a fat ass cheek. He slapped them once, and she whimpered submissively from his discipline. Then he grabbed the cheeks again, kneading them lovingly, savouring his daughter’s soft, feminine buttocks. He pushed them together, creating a slimy fuck tunnel, perfect for sliding his enormous daddy cock into. Annie felt her pussy cream with joy when she realized her father had found a way to use her as the fuck toy she longed to be, even though his dick was way too large for her little holes.

Annie couldn’t contain her lust anymore, and words bubbled out of her mouth that she barely even knew existed.

“Yes, God, yes, pleeease, master daddy. Please fuck my fat, innocent baby ass with your strong, beautiful daddy cock! Please, daddy, just use me. Pound me as hard as you like. Slide that thing on my slimy butt cheeks until you cover them in your dominant master cum!”

Her father smiled amusedly at his innocent daughter’s filthy mouth. Such a nasty little slut she had become in only a few days! But he also smiled at her complete misconception of what was about to happen. He gave the well-lubed ass tunnel a few more strokes, before he leaned back a little, and pulled his cock completely off of his daughter’s body.

“You are right, Annabelle.” He couldn’t quite manage to keep his voice as calm as he wanted to. The desire was too strong. “You d o need to be punished again. You are not behaving like a young lady at all, are you, thinking about your own father’s cock and using such vile language? But you needn’t worry, Annabelle.” The smile playing on his lips had turned dangerous. “Daddy will punish you.”

And suddenly the bloated, apple sized head of Brad Watson’s flesh monster was pushing against the tiny, wet lips of his daughter’s pussy. Annie had a split second of incomprehension and fear, before her worst nightmare was confirmed. HER FATHER WAS ABOUT TO FORCE HIS MONSTER COCK INTO HER PUSSY!!!” The pleasure she had been feeling was replaced by panic, and she tried to crawl away from being impossibly penetrated by her father’s giant baseball bat of a cock.

But her father was ready for this kind of insolent, ungrateful behaviour from his ill-behaved young daughter. He quickly grabbed her mane of beautiful golden hair and pulled it backwards, so that Annie’s frantic escape attempt was stopped short. Now she was painfully arched backwards, her breath coming in short, fearful gasps.

“No, no, my darling.” Brad kept pulling his daughter’s hair until her face came up to meet his. “Sluts that want to learn to behave again take their punishment like good little girls.”

He kissed her lush, parted lips, starting to calm her down by the power he had over her. He could feel the panic leave her body, even if she was still afraid of what was going to happen to her. He loosened his grip on her hair slightly, allowing her to slump back to the kneeling position.

“But daddy … it will never fit!” She tried in vain to make her voice sound reasonable, but couldn’t keep the fear out. “Of c o u r s e, I would want to take you inside my little virgin coochie cunt, daddy. It’s my dream. But it’s so small, it has never had anything shoved into it besides your finger. And your master cock is just so very, very big.”

Annie tried to turn her head and smile sweetly, placatingly at her father. “Please, daddy, let me worship your mighty elephant cock with my little mouth instead. I will make you feel soooo good, I swear, master! And you can spank my little bottom raw as a punishment.”

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It was the end of another long, boring day of teaching 6th form students about a history most of them knew little about and cared even less.

That evening I was going to have to stay late as it was my turn on the duty roster to take detention.

Detention duty on a Friday evening was the worst part of what was, basically, a disheartening and thankless job. When I had started teaching 20 years earlier, I had been so full of zeal to pass on knowledge to young, open minds full of a zest for knowledge. I had wanted to change the world, instilling young minds with a curiosity and desire to improve their lot in life. What I quickly learnt was most of them just wanted to get drunk, get laid and get out of school.

I looked at the list of pupils due for detention that afternoon. There was one name on it and that was hers. This was unusual for two reasons. Firstly, hers was not a name I recognised, which meant that not only was she not my student, but she had not been in a detention I had taken before. Secondly, only one person in detention in the whole 6th Form was, in my experience, unheard of.

The final bell went to signify the end of the school day and I sat back in my chair, eyes closed and feeling exhausted, listening to the clamour of children rushing to leave for the weekend. After about five minutes there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called.

She entered the room and sat at a desk at the front of the classroom. This was also unusual as most pupils took the desks at the back of the room.

“Kylie, isn’t it?” I asked.

“That’s right sir,” she replied. I thought I caught a flutter of her eyelids, but dismissed it as the fantasies of a tired, under sexed dirty old man.

“What are you in for?” I asked, trying to clear my head of the very inappropriate thoughts that were beginning to enter.

“Uniform violation, what do you think?” she asked, standing up and turning slowly, gently swaying her hips as she did so.

Her skirt was about 6 inches shorter than it should be and the heels on her shoes about 3 inches longer. Her blouse was tied together at her waist, rather than buttoned up as it should be, plunging to reveal an ample cleavage. As she turned away from me, she looked over her shoulder and winked. Now that was definitely not my imagination.

When she had her back to me completely, she leant forward over the desk behind, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal her lovely, long, bare legs in all their wonderful splendour and flashing a glimpse of a pair of black lacy knickers.

Taking in the sight of her glorious arse, and trying desperately to decide what to do next I said “Very nice, but not exactly regulation.”

“Oh, I know,” she replied, “But it’s my birthday, 18 today, and I wanted to feel sexier, I am a woman, now, after all.”

“Well, you look very attractive,” I said, trying to sound as neutral as possible, “And many happy returns of the day. Now can you please sit back down.”

She slowly turned back to face me, a mischievous grin playing over her full, red, kissable lips. She sauntered very slowly and very seductively, this was definitely not my imagination, to the front of the desk she had been sitting behind, lifted herself up onto it and crossed her legs very deliberately, giving me a full view of the lace knickers from the front.

I gasped involuntarily as I realised they were crotchless and I was looking straight at her young and juicy pussy.

“Please sit on your chair,” I mumbled as I blushed and quickly looked away.

“Don’t you like what you see, sir?” she asked, pendik escort leaning forward and giving me a spectacular view of her cleavage.

“Oh God, you’re not gay are you?” she asked, sitting up suddenly and putting her hand to her chest in mock indignation.

“No, Kylie, I’m not,” I replied, grateful that the desk I was sat behind covered the obvious bulge in my pants. “Not that it’s any of your business; now please return to your seat.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she replied, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

She got up off the desk and walked slowly around it to the chair, looking at me as she did so and wiggling her hips.

She sat back on the chair, again leaning forward and drawing my eyes towards her spectacular bosom.

“Get on with some work,” I said, “You have A-levels in a couple of months, and you must have plenty of homework to do.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, again winking at me and causing the colour to return to my cheeks.

I opened the newspaper I had on my desk and started to read it, trying as hard as possible not to look at her.

I heard her rummage through her bag and place something on her desk. Still looking at the newspaper, although totally unable to concentrate on any of the words on the page, I heard the rustle of paper from her direction and assumed she had settled down to some work.

Periodically I turned the page of the newspaper, deliberately not looking in her direction and still unable to take in anything that was printed on the pages, completely unable to make up my mind how to proceed; should I go with my baser instincts and give her what she so obviously wanted, or should I protect my position as a teacher in the school she attends?

As I was trying to work through this dilemma in my head, it slowly dawned on me that I hadn’t heard any pages turn from her direction for a while.

Surreptitiously I looked up at her desk, but she wasn’t there. I looked around the room frantically, and with no sign of her immediately assumed she had slipped out of the room unnoticed.

I was just about to jump up and run out of the room to see if I could find her when I felt her hand between my legs, reaching for the flies on my trousers.

I jumped up from my chair and looked beneath my desk to see her on all fours, naked apart from the shoes and looking up at me, a fiery look in her eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

“I was about to give you a blow-job,” she replied, looking up at me all doe-eyed.

“Well you can’t,” I said, indignantly.

“Why not?” she asked, looking directly at the bulge in my trouser, “We’re both adults, I’m consenting, and you certainly are.”

“That’s not the point,” I replied, “I’m a teacher at this school and you’re a pupil, I’d get sacked if anyone found out.”

“Fair enough,” she said, crawling out from underneath the table. She stood up in front of me, smiled sweetly and stroked my still bulging cock through my trousers. Reluctantly I brushed her hand away, and she turned to walk back to her desk, her clothes, I could now see from a standing position, discarded behind it.

With her back to me, she leant over and slowly put her knickers back on, wiggling her arse extravagantly as she did so. She then pulled on her skirt, still wiggling those sweet cheeks at me. She picked up her blouse, turned around and put her arms through the sleeves, shaking her perfectly formed tits ever so softly as she did so.

She then tied the shirt across her midriff and covered her breasts, the erect nipples all too obvious through the flimsy maltepe escort material. She then picked up her shoes and, placing one foot on the desk at a time, giving me further flashes of her pussy as she did so, put them back on her feet.

She then turned to face me and asked “If we had met in a pub tonight without me coming to detention, would you have known I was a student at this school?”

“No,” I replied, “But that’s not the point, is it? I know now.”

“True,” she replied, “But nobody knows you know, do they?”

“There’s a record of you having detention tonight and that I took it,” I said, mind racing to find the loophole that would allow me to follow the route my cock so desperately wanted to.

“No there isn’t,” she replied, “The list you have is a forgery, I did it myself. The truth is nobody got detention tonight, so as far as anybody is concerned, we both left at the last bell.”

“How can I know that is true?” I asked, “As much as I would like to believe you, it’s more than my job, maybe even my liberty, is worth.”

“I’ll show you,” she said, a triumphant look in her eyes. She lifted a laptop case off the floor next to her desk, took the laptop out, started it up and opened the word document that was obviously the list that was on my desk.

“OK,” I replied, “But we can’t do anything here, there are cleaners working now and the caretaker will be doing his rounds soon, to make sure the place is empty.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, there was the sound of footsteps in the hall outside. She quickly ducked under the desk, just in time to be out of sight as the caretaker entered the room.

“Everything OK in here, Mister Smith?” he asked, looking around as he did so.

“Fine,” I replied, “Just finishing up now.”

“Goodnight, then,” he said. “Have a good weekend.”

“Cheers,” I replied, “You too.”

As he closed the door, she stood up and said “We’d better leave separately; I’ll come round to her house in one hour.”

“Do you know where I live?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” she replied, “I’ve been stalking you for months.”

With that she ran out of the room, leaving me alone and bemused.

I gathered all my things, picked up her laptop which she had left behind, went to my car and drove home. Exactly one hour after she had left me, there was a ring on my doorbell.

My heart beating faster and my mouth feeling very dry, I quickly answered the door. She was stood in the doorway, a raincoat covering her from neck to knees, which was odd as it wasn’t raining.

Looking quickly up and down the street, I said “Come in.”

As she sashayed past me her perfume filled my nostrils, causing me to inhale deeply.

“Can I take your coat?” I asked, closing the door behind me as she entered the house.

“Sure,” she answered, turning as she did so and slowly unbuttoning the coat.

As she peeled the coat off, I realised why she was wearing it. Underneath she was wearing only a black bustier, barely containing her ample bosom, and a pair of thigh length patent leather boots with heels even higher than the shoes she was wearing earlier. She passed me the coat, which I took from her automatically, drinking in her curvaceous body with my eyes.

She then turned away from me and walked towards the back of the house.

“Is the kitchen back here?” she asked, looking at me over her shoulder. I nodded confirmation, unable to speak or take my eyes off her sweet arse.

“Good,” she said, “I’m hungry.”

As I followed her into the kitchen, I said kartal escort “Help yourself to anything you fancy.”

“Oh I will,” she replied, turning around suddenly and stretching up to kiss me.

As I returned her kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my hands on her arse, she undid the flies on my trousers, reached into my boxer shorts and removed my rapidly expanding cock, stroking it gently.

“Now that should satisfy,” she said, breaking away from our embrace and looking down at my now fully erect cock.

She dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue across the head of my penis. I moaned softly, placing my hands on the back of her head as she took my throbbing member into her mouth, running her lips and tongue up and down it length, taking it deeper into her mouth with each forward stroke.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls and, as much as I was enjoying fucking her mouth, it was her pussy I really wanted. Placing my hands under her armpits, I gently encouraged her back onto her feet and then lifted her onto the kitchen table, kissing her with a fervour I had never felt before, the world outside our two bodies ceasing to exist as I drank in every sight, smell, sound, taste and touch of our increasingly passionate embrace.

I broke off from our kiss and peeled the bustier slowly off her, kissing each part of her body as it was revealed. I started by kissing the base of her neck and slowly moved down to her freshly exposed breasts. I took an erect nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily, running my tongue round the areola, my hand roughly massaging the other breast and intermittently pinching the nipple.

As I moved down her body, kissing and licking her torso as I went, she laid back on the table, placing her hands on the back of my head as I reached her pussy. I peeled the bustier down over her boots and began to lick the area around her pussy, deliberately delaying the inevitable.

I softly ran my fingers up and down her inner thighs, each time getting closer to her pubic region, causing her to squirm under my strokes and licks.

I moved my fingers up the inside of her legs and gently penetrated her receptive and extremely moist passage with two of them. Gently rubbing the walls of her vagina, I finally let my tongue loose on her clitoris, her moans becoming ever louder and her hip movements ever more vigorous.

Suddenly, and without warning, I stopped and stood up, looking down at her beautiful naked form. Her disappointed groan was replaced by a yelp of delight as I took my still erect cock and rubbed the head of it against the lips of her pussy.

“Fuck me, now,” she moaned, loving the teasing but desperate for the release of orgasm, her eyes ablaze with passion.

“Not yet,” I replied, grinning. I continued to rub her pussy with my cock, easing the shaft between her lips and rubbing it against her clit.

Her movements became more frantic again and, sensing that she was about to cum I pushed my cock deep into her welcoming passage, rubbing her abandoned clitoris with the tip of my thumb.

Her whole body shook with the release of her orgasm, the muscles in her pussy contracting around my cock, milking it feverishly to the point of orgasm. Our cries of pleasure became as one as I released the contents of my balls deep into her still pulsating pussy, the shuddering running through my body causing me to collapse on top of her as both our bodies twitched in the afterglow of our respective orgasms.

“Wow, that was fantastic,” I said, kissing her passionately on the mouth, my rapidly shrinking cock slipping out of her as we kissed.

“Hmm,” she said, “Very nice, but the night’s still young and I’m not leaving here until you have fulfilled all my desires.

“Sounds like fun,” I replied, “What else do you have in mind?”

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My First Affair Ch. 01

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Karen and I had met on line and had been exchanging emails for some time now. While we hadn’t even chatted, let alone met or talked on the phone, we were becoming friends. We were both married and heading into uncharted waters, but she expressed such warmth and tenderness, that I felt very comfortable communicating with her. Our marriages were in a rut and neither of our spouses was willing to acknowledge that the spark had faded, let alone do anything about it. The prospect of an extramarital affair was exciting to us both. Although neither of us wanted to end our respective marriages, we each needed to fill the sexual voids in our lives.

After exchanging emails for a while, we decided to take a big step and meet for a simple, no-strings lunch. As I was driving to our “date,” my nerves were in turmoil. I thought, “What if there is no chemistry? I haven’t even heard this woman’s voice. What if she thinks I’m a jerk?” Then I thought back to those things I had learned about her from the emails. She had expressed herself as a warm, loving and sensual woman. I started to relax, realizing that even if there weren’t any chemistry, lunch would be fun and the friendship would continue.

When we met at the restaurant, I was taken aback by her loveliness. Like many people, she was a bit heavier than she probably wanted to be, but she carried it well. She was dressed in business attire, her make-up was impeccable, her eyes were radiant and her smile was stunning. Instantly, I was nervous all over again. “What does this beautiful creature think of me?” I thought. But my apprehension quickly faded when she took my hand, lightly shook it and said, “Ed, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” I was so relieved; everything was going to be all right. Even if the relationship never went any further than this lunch, I was confident it would be a fun lunch. And it was. We laughed and talked about family, work, our childhoods and more. This woman captivated me, with her voice, her mannerisms and her laugh. In no time at all the hour was over and we had to leave.

As we walked to our cars, I wondered if I should attempt to kiss her or not. Those lips had been tantalizing me all throughout lunch. In the end though, discretion won out. Neither of us could afford any public displays of affection. Besides, I knew that one kiss would never be enough and I still didn’t know how she felt. We shook hands and parted, agreeing to continue our correspondence by email.

Our online communication continued, but now it meant even more to me. In one note I sent her, I mentioned how tempted I was to kiss her in the parking lot after lunch. She replied, “I wish you would have. I wanted you to.” Upon reading this, I got up from my desk, went over to the door to my office and started banging my head against it. Three words kept going through my mind; ‘coulda, shoulda and woulda’. I thought, “I could’ve kissed her. I should’ve kissed her. She would’ve liked me kissing her.” When I was finished banging my head against the door, I went back to my computer and read the rest of her note. She was suggesting another lunch and said, “This time leave the afternoon open so that we can spend more time together.” Did she mean what I hoped she meant? Maybe not, we could easily spend the entire afternoon just sitting and talking and laughing. That prospect was enticing as well, so I quickly replied, “Just say when and where.”

As I drove to our next lunch date, I wondered what the day would hold. I wasn’t nervous this time. Even if things went no further than last time, I was certain it would be a good afternoon. pendik escort When I saw her in the restaurant foyer, I couldn’t help but notice that she looked even better than the last time. When we greeted each other and shook hands, Karen said, “I’m not really hungry. Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?” “Sounds good to me. You lead and I’ll follow,” was my reply.

As I was following her, I was curious as to what she had in mind. I didn’t have to wonder for long. She pulled into the parking lot of an out-of-the-way, cheap, little motel. I silently said, “Thank you Jesus, thank you.” I parked the car, jumped out and hustled over to the office and got a room. As I was returning to my car, she was giggling at me, apparently enjoying my enthusiasm. I motioned for her to follow me and we drove around back to the entrance to our room. I had a bottle of wine in my car, ‘just in case,’ and brought it with me to the room. When we entered, we were both a little nervous at what we were about to do.

We sat on the sofa, enjoyed a bit of wine and laughed and talked for I don’t know how long. Then there was a lull in the conversation and our eyes met. We both instinctively came together for a kiss. It was a soft and closed mouth kiss at first. I sucked the edge of her bottom lip in between my lips and gently nibbled on it, and then we were kissing some more. Slowly I started to kiss her face, from the corner of her mouth, along her cheek to the little spot behind her ear and then back to her mouth again. Our kisses were becoming more passionate and suddenly, our mouths opened and our tongues met. My hands were massaging her sides, shoulders and back. We were both carrying on like two teenagers in the backseat of Dad’s Chevy. Time seemed to standstill as we enjoyed each other’s taste. I leaned back momentarily and gazed at her. Her mouth was slightly open with a seductive smile and her eyes were somewhat glazed over. I could see the fire smoldering in her as I gently started to rub her tummy. Then we were at it again, kissing each other’s lips and cheeks.

Eventually I slid my lips down under her chin and started kissing her there. Her breathing became more ragged and her chest seemed to rise and swell. I continued kissing down her neck and brought my hand up along her ribcage until I was rubbing that area just below her breasts. As I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, she instinctively reached up and undid the top few buttons of her blouse and then I kissed and nibbled and sucked my way into that heavenly valley between her breasts. The sides of her breasts were pushing out from the bra and I kissed and nibbled on each. Her breathing was heavy and she started to moan and as she did, I kissed my way back up her chest and neck to her lips. We were in a passionate lip-lock and I moved my hand up and palmed her breast. She groaned and pushed her chest out into my hand. We were kissing each other like crazy again, all over each other’s face. Then I leaned back and gazed again into her eyes. She knew what to do and reached up and undid the rest of her blouse and freed her breasts from the bra.

When I saw them, my eyes bugged out. Those were not porn star tits, but rather big, hanging, natural tits, with thick, dark nipples surrounded by wide areolas. I leaned in and kissed her again, as my hand enveloped her naked tit and I felt the nipple stiffen between my fingers. We were kissing passionately now, hard, wet kisses. Her tit felt wonderful and the nipple seemed to be throbbing. I bent my head down, lightly kissed her nipple and she moaned maltepe escort her approval.

“Take it into your mouth . . . suck my boob.”

I then took her tit into my mouth, as much of it as I could, and gently sucked. My hands were on her back, pressing her chest into my face. Her hands were on my head pulling me to her breast. I slowly pulled my mouth off until only the nipple was between my lips. As I softly sucked and flicked it with my tongue, she shuddered and sighed.

“Oh yes . . . oh my god yes . . . bite it . . . suck and bite my nipple, pleeeeease.”

And I did. I sucked and lightly bit on that turgid hunk of flesh. As I increased the pressure of the sucking and biting, her body started to stiffen. She took a sharp intake of breath and hissed, “ohhhhhhh . . . that’s soooo gooood . . . aaaahhhhhh.”

She shook for a few moments and then her body relaxed. I thought to myself, “Did she just orgasm from having her nipple sucked?” Talk about responsive; this was one hot woman.

I released her nipple and then we were kissing again. We were both rubbing each other’s bodies and groaning in pleasure. I had to taste more of her. I kissed my way down her neck, her chest and her tummy as I slid to my knees. She knew what was coming and instinctively parted her legs. I slid her skirt up and started kissing the insides of her thighs. She was wearing pantyhose, but that didn’t matter; I could taste her thighs through the hose. My hands were rubbing and feeling the curves along her hips, tummy and sides of her breasts as I worked my way towards her center. I placed my mouth over her panty-covered cunt and sucked. She moaned loudly and rocked her hips up to my face.

“Oh yes . . . eat me . . . please eat me.”

I had to taste more and reached both hands down between her legs, grabbed the pantyhose and savagely ripped them apart. As I moved her panties to the side, the sight of her wet, glistening cunt greeted me. I slowly licked the length of her slit back and forth and started taking her lips into my mouth and sucking on them. She was gasping for air and moaning loudly and pulling my head to her. My hands were roaming all over her body. I licked between her lips and dipped my tongue into her. She gasped and humped my face hard. I slid my tongue up her slit and kissed her hooded clitoris. Suddenly the hood pulled back and her clit appeared. As I took it into my mouth and sucked, she started gyrating and whimpering.

“That’s it . . . that’s the spot . . . don’t stop.”

But I went back to dipping my tongue into her and then running it up her slit and sucking on her clit, back and forth, over and over, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. She clamped her thighs around my head and started screaming profanely, “Oh fuck . . . I’m soooo close . . . make me cum, you bastard . . . make me come.”

As she’s crying out in pleasure, I brought a hand down and slid my middle finger into her and started massaging the inside of her wonderful pussy. She tensed more and I took my cue and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue and searching for her G-spot with my finger. I found it just as she started to shake and I gently rubbed it. She exploded into orgasm and drenched my fingers and face with her juice.

“That’s it . . . Jesus fucking Christ, that’s it . . . ohhhhhhhh.”

She tasted divine and I continued sucking and rubbing her until the shaking stopped. As her movements calmed down, she freed my head from the grip of her thighs and hands. After I removed my mouth from her clit, I lay my head kartal escort on her hips and gently kissed her mound. After a few moments, I sat up and leaned in and kissed her. She could taste herself on me and she loved it. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes and said, “I need you in me and I need it now.”

I stood and helped her to her feet. As we moved to the bed, we were kissing and undressing each other. Once we had shed our clothes, we embraced and reveled in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. She released me, sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to take me into her mouth. I pulled her head back up and kissed her, telling her, “Not now honey. You’ve got me so worked up that I’m going to cum much too quickly. I need to shoot inside of you while you’re cumming.”

We lay upon the bed and began kissing and feeling each other up. I moved to my knees between her legs and bent down to taste her again. As I did she started moaning, “No, no . . . I need you to fuck me.” Her language had become totally obscene now. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and told me, “Just fuck me, god dammit just fuck me.”

I rose up, held her hands and started to rub my dick up and down her slit. She was humping madly, trying to get me inside of her. She shouted at me, “Put it in, will you, you bastard . . . oh god please stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me.”

I dipped the head into her and stopped there, basking in the feeling. She was trying to pull me completely into her, but I had other plans. I wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm and plunge fully into her when the shaking started. I continued alternating between rubbing my length along her slit and dipping the head inside her. She started whimpering, “give it to me . . . fill me up . . . deeper.”

It didn’t take long before she began to cum. Just as she started shaking, I slammed into her fully and held it there. She jerked her hands from mine and hugged me tightly, digging her nails into my back.

“Ohhh godddd . . . it’s so hard . . . sooo deep.”

I reached between us and tugged on her nipples. Slowly I slid out of her until just the head remained inside, and then slammed fully back into her. I repeated this several times and each time I pounded into her she screamed and shook. She was crying now, gasping for air and whining, “Ohhh I’mmm cummminnnng . . . I cannnn’t stop cuuummminnnng . . . aahhhhh.”

Eventually I started pounding her faster and in short order I reached my peak. “Oh shit . . . ohhhhh my god . . . Karennnnn . . . I’m cummmmming.” I started shooting and she went ballistic. We were both experiencing mind blowing orgasms. When all the shaking and trembling stopped, we both collapsed in each other’s arms.

As we both relaxed and caught our breath, we started to chuckle at how exhausted we were. She kissed me lightly and said, “that was sooo good . . . so good I thought I was going to pass out. I don’t think I ever came so hard for so long. At least if I did, I don’t remember it. You were wonderful.”

I told her, “You just bring out the animal in me.”

“I guess so,” was her reply.

Eventually we were sitting up, sipping wine and laughing and talking again. After a while our eyes met and we started kissing and fondling each other. As my dick started to harden once more, she said, “I don’t know if I can take another fucking like that last one. I’m going to have trouble walking as it is.”

“Well, it’s only 3 o’clock and we both have a couple of hours until we have to be home. I don’t know if I can give you another fucking like that last one, but we’re gonna find out. Maybe we’ll take it slow and leisurely this time. What do you say babe, you wanna saddle up and rock on me for a while?”

As she started to straddle me, she sighed and said, “Oh god, here we go again.”

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