The Clan Ch. 14

The Clan Ch. 14

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Chapter 14 – Ajay

Ajay had sat fascinated as Jeremy had spoken, because like the other guys he could see his mother in what Jeremy said. Ajay loved his mother dearly, so when the proposal of plans was discussed, he knew he couldn’t do this to his mother. Therefore, Ajay would be the only guy who would play this straight. He would follow his mother’s lead, wherever it went.

While the others discussed the merits of plans A and B, Ajay kept his thoughts to himself, even though he knew Jeremy was right, as soon as he had suggested that their mothers wanted them sexually. For Ajay it was so clear; all the odd pieces fell into place as jigsaw puzzle pieces tend to do, if you stare at them long enough; the whole scene suddenly becomes obvious.

Ajay could see the truth of what Jeremy was saying. His mother had always made him feel special compared to the other guys he knew, by the way she treated him. It was not just the physical contact she had with either, but it was the way she treated him as her confidant, best friend and keeper of her secrets. This is where a particular difficult piece of the puzzle, the depth of his mother’s feelings for him fell into place.

Sylvia had told him on a number of occasions that there was one secret she had to keep from him. At the time he thought it odd for two reasons; firstly, that his mother had a secret to keep from him, and secondly, that she would not tell him. Ajay sometimes thought she wanted to tell him, or wanted him to discover it. It was in little things she said, like nearly telling him and then saying ‘no she couldn’t tell him’.

Ajay had time to think on camp about his mother would say this, and he realized it was during her most affectionate times with him, or just after. As if such physical and emotional intimacy, had brought her to a point where she felt compelled to tell her son. At these times, he had seen the conflict in her eyes and also the sadness.

Now as Ajay watched his mother drive into the camp car park, he wondered how he could bring his mother to tell him her secret. Sylvia parked and her son walked to her with his bags, a huge grin of greeting on his face and her heart soared as it always did when she saw him. The last 2 week had been hell for her.

Ajay hugged his mother and she felt something different as he did, but she hugged him back. As she did, she hoped her physical contact with her son would convey to him her true feelings for him. Feelings that had always been so strong, and yet she dare not tell him. Mother and son held their embrace.

“I love you mum,” Ajay whispered to Sylvia.

“I love you too Ajay,” she whispered back.

They broke their embrace and stood back to look at each other, as if to see if the other had changed in the last 2 weeks. They smiled to see the other was as they remembered. Ajay led his mother to their car with his arm around the small of her back. Sylvia just loved the way her son’s arm felt around her, especially since this was the first time he had held her like this. It felt more intimate, more familiar, more like a lover then a son — as it was the way Ajay intended it to feel.

Once in the car and driving home, mother and son fell into the usual easy conversation. This lasted until they arrived home, but when they did, Sylvia was not looking for an early night.

“Hey Ajay, want to stay up with your old mum and watch some telly or something?”

‘Follow her lead’, Ajay told himself, that’s what Jeremy had told them — and watch for the signs.

“Yeah, I’d love to watch some telly with you mum.”

“Coffee?” Sylvia asked her son as she headed to the kitchen.

“Yeah great,” Ajay answered and followed his mother.

They busied themselves making their drinks, and Ajay kept an eye on his mother the whole time, watching for ‘signs’. He didn’t have to wait long. Unbeknown to her son, Sylvia had had time during the last two weeks to think; to think about the one secret she kept from him and whether keçiören escort she would tell him or not. She knew she had to; he was getting too old. If she left it any longer it would be too late — and Sylvia didn’t want it to be too late.

Her problem, as she saw it was how to tell Ajay. Should she tell him directly, or drop hints, or some other way to convey to him what she had decided he needed to know.

Sylvia had ruled out the direct approach, in case she offended him, or even disgusted him. You see Sylvia’s secret was one she knew the other mothers of the guys at camp harboured as well. Yet, she also knew that unlike herself, most of them buried their secret deep, never, even admitting it to themselves. But Sylvia was far more pragmatic than that, far more honest, no matter how that honesty played out.

No, she would have to tell her son, but indirectly. Yet, there in lay the difficultly; how obvious could she be? How guarded should she be? On one hand she didn’t want to upset her guy, but then she wanted him to know. Sylvia had has two weeks to get this right, as she saw it, now was the time.

Her heart was racing as the two of them worked as a team making coffee; this had all been part of her plan. Odd; here was a mother with a plan, and not the son, because he couldn’t bring himself to try and seduce his mother.

As mother and son moved around the small kitchen, Sylvia told herself it was now or never, and reached around Ajay pressing her body against him a little more then she needed to. He recognized the over play immediately, and the first chance he got he pushed himself into his mother with his back. Sylvia felt the counter move. The dance of seduction had begun.

Coffee making became a long, drawn out process that night, as mother and son exchanged body presses and dumps; both drawing sexual energy from it and both knowing the other’s moves were deliberate. The knowledge itself was sexually arousing.

Sylvia deliberately positioned herself with her back against the bench, so Ajay had to squeeze pass — and squeezed pass he did. Knowing for her son to do so would cause his dick to swipe across her lower tummy. As he squeezed passed, Ajay slowed, giving both his mother and himself an extra long thrill. Sylvia could feel her son’s dick, hard and erect, while Ajay could feel his mother’s soft and pliable tummy.

Sylvia sucked in her breath; not to allow Ajay an easier passing, but in response to her sexual arousal. For his part, Ajay’s dick flexed against his mother’s tummy, giving her an added sensation. They stared into each other’s eyes as Ajay dragged himself across his mother. Both could see the intention of the other. Both knew that they wanted each other; all pretence now evaporated.

With their coffee made they moved into the lounge room, and sat next to each other on the couch. Sylvia had cued a film in the DVD that they would both like, but the film was the last thing on their minds. Mother and son had their attention firmly focused on each other, as they sat and sipped their coffee.

Sylvia leaned into Ajay, and he had moved his body to accommodate his mother. They snuggled comfortably. Now Ajay waited for Sylvia’s next move, and he didn’t have to wait long.

Ajay felt his mother’s hand take his and lead it around her shoulders, to rest it on her chest just above her breast. Ajay’s heart was pounding as he realized just how forward his mother’s move was. So with his heart in his mouth, he moved his hand just that little more to his mother’s breast. As his hand cupped her, he could feel that his mother was not wearing a bra.

Sylvia had hoped her son would firstly recognise her invitation and secondly, take it up and make the next move. As Ajay gently kneaded her breast, she was surprised at just how good it felt.

“Enjoying the film?” Sylvia asked in just above a whisper.

For the first time Ajay actually focused on the film for a few seconds.

“Oh keçiören escort bayan yeah, this was a good choice of yours mum, I’m really enjoying this, what about yourself.”

The whole time Ajay had continued to knead his mother’s breast, slowly increasing the pressure he was applying.

“Yes, it’s just what I wanted tonight,” Sylvia replied as she too tried to focus on the film.

Sylvia moved her free hand to the buttons of her shirt and without a word undid them. Ajay knew exactly what this meant from his mother; it was her permission for her son to take another small step forward. He ensured his manipulation of her breast did not hinder her unbuttoning, just in case it broke the spell of the moment. Now with her shirt open to him, Ajay thought he would also make a move for his mother. He put his coffee mug down as his right hand slipped into her shirt and cupped her naked breast. His left hand now free, reached down to his short and as he lifted his hips he slid his short down to his knees.

Sylvia’s reaction was instantaneous, as she reached for her son’s erect dick, as it stood up straight and proud. Her hand wrapped around her son’s shaft and it felt so good for both of them. It had been a very long time since Sylvia had felt a hard, throbbing dick.

Ajay’s hand caressed his mother’s breast and he gasped as she gripped him. He was so pleased she was ready for him to do this, so he moved his hand to her nipple and Sylvia squirmed as shivers of pleasure ran through her. This must have been a strange sight, as a mother slowly slid her hand up and down her son’s dick, and he in kind rolled and pulled her nipple of one breast and then the other, while neither looked at each other. Their eyes were on the TV, but they saw nothing of the film.

Sylvia’s breathing was the first to turn to a pant as her son’s gentle, yet firm fingers played with each of her nipples. Ajay was busy concentrating on not coming too early for his mother, and Sylvia was more than aware of this; so she kept her hand sliding up and down her son’s dick slow, but it still didn’t take him long. Ajay’s dick pulsated in his mother’s hand, and like an angry cobra spat its cum into the air. Sylvia continued to jack her son, but Ajay had stopped pulling on his mother’s nipples as his body seemed to spasm as he came.

Now he had finished cumming, Ajay expected his mother to stop her hand sliding up and down his dick, but she continued. His dick had lost virtually none of its hardness, and he felt himself becoming aroused again and his hand once more found his mother’s nipples.

Sylvia was too far gone now to either stop or turn back, once she had made her son cum. She wanted his dick inside her now, but not before she had tasted it. As if by instinct, Sylvia pulled her dress up, so her son could now see her little black panties, and then she too lifted her hips to pull them down with her one hand.

Ajay saw his mother clean shaven pussy for the first time, and Sylvia was very pleased when she heard her son gasp as she exposed herself to him.

“Mum your pussy is so beautiful,” Ajay said in a whisper.

He had to touch her, and like a man possessed he reached down to slide his hand over her tummy that was slightly rounded. His hand glided over her silky skin to her pubic mound and on to her pussy. Three fingers of his hand cupped his mother’s pussy, the middle finger pushing gently into her slit, while the other two on either side kneaded her lips.

Ajay’s mother was very wet, as her feelings for her son had overwhelmed her now, after being suppressed for so long. Sylvia was still jacking her son’s dick as she watched him cup and knead her pussy; this was dream come true for her. Ajay’s earlier cum worked as a lubricant for Sylvia as she slowly pulled up and down his dick, while she watched and felt his middle finger disappear into her slit.

Both mother and son were on such an emotional high as they played sexually escort keçiören with each other. Sylvia more so as her son’s finger explored the inside of her love tunnel. Ajay watched his mother’s face for her reaction as his finger pushed against the inside of his mother’s love tunnel, and her eyes began to glaze over and her mouth open as he found her G spot.

With his attention on his mother, Ajay was able to last a long time; and Sylvia’s hand slowing down as she immersed herself in her son’s manipulations took their toll. With his hand on her breast squeezing her nipple, and his other hand on her pussy and his finger pushing her G spot.

Suddenly, Sylvia had to have her son in her body, and she opened her eyes wide and looked into his eyes, letting go of his dick. He knew immediately what his mother wanted, and Ajay took his hands away from her, as she spun around on the couch and onto her back, spreading her legs for her man. Sylvia opened her arms to her son as an invitation to come into her embrace and into her pussy. Ajay took his mother in his arms and she wrapped her arms around him. His dick didn’t need to be guided into his mother, as he was rock hard and Sylvia’s pussy lips were wide open to her son.

Ajay’s dick slid straight into his mother with ease, and he slowly pushed himself to the full depth of his mother. Ajay couldn’t contain himself as that beautiful feeling of penetrating his mother rippled through him from the moment his knob entered her.

“Ah mum, you feel so good to fuck, you really do.”

“It’s great this end to darling,” Sylvia told her son.

Ajay slowly thrust back and forth in his mother, and he just knew this would be long and slow for both of them. Sylvia held her son in a light grip to allow his the movement he needed, so he could slow fuck her — just as she wanted then and there. Her sounds were soft and low, but conveyed to her son just how great he was making her feel. His hips rose and fell in a rhythm that was perfect for their first fuck, slow and steady.

Sylvia could feel her orgasm rising slowly but steadily, and it was a great feeling after so many years of going without. After about ten minutes of slow humping, with Ajay concentrating on getting it right the first time for his mum, Sylvia quietly said,

“Faster and harder now darling.”

Ajay looked into his mother’s eyes, as he had been focused on his dick thrusting back and forth, sucking his mother’s pussy lips in and out of her. He could see in her eyes what she wanted, and complied with her need. He changed gear immediately, and pounded into her body. Sylvia reacted immediately also, as the noises that emanated from her suddenly went to fever pitch. She hadn’t expected to feel this good, as soon as her son increased his speed and force. Somewhere in her mind, as she now raced to her climax, Sylvia acknowledged just how much her son suited her sexually. She had hoped for this, but hadn’t hung any hopes on it. But now it added to her orgasm.

Ajay continued to stare at his dick thrusting into his mother, and on making her cum before he did a second time. His hard work was about to pay off, after nearly twenty minutes of fucking his mother. He could hear that she was very close to hitting the very peak of her climax, with her guttural low noises and screams intermingled with panting for air. Sylvia’s eyes were closed and her head was tilted back in full appreciation of being so highly stimulated.

Sylvia’s climax peaked and she screamed long and loud, and Ajay looked up to his mother’s face to see the fruits of all his work. The look on her face was what he needed to hit his own climax, and he shot hard and strong into the very end of his mother’s pussy. Sylvia felt her son blow into her pussy as she began to come down from her climax, and it gave her an extra thrill to know her son was cumming in her.

As mother and son lay in each other’s arms on their couch in the after glow of their first sexual coupling, they explored each other with soft loving fingers.

“That’s it you know,” Sylvia told Ajay and he knew exactly what she meant.

“And about time,” Ajay replied, as he too gave silent thanks to Jeremy. Without Jeremy’s ‘little talk’, Ajay knew he would not have had the courage to follow his mother’s lead.

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The Cabin Ch. 02

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We’re almost to the cabin and she’s been squirming in her seat for the past half mile. I know her bladder has to be every bit as full as mine. There is only the woods and the cabin out here, which means there is no one to catch us doing anything. Privacy is important for all of the things I have planned for my daughter.

As I start to slow the car, I ask my daughter, “We’re here. Do you remember what you promised, Nia?”

I catch her squirming in the peripheral of my vision as I stop the car. “Yes, daddy.”

I turn off the ignition and turn my dark eyes to hers. “What did you promise?”

She is having a hard time holding still and I know her bladder is on the verge of bursting. “That I’d do anything you want, daddy.”

I smile in anticipation as I say, “That’s right. What happens if you don’t do what I want?”

She is having hard time not jumping out of car and rushing for the cabin. “You’d take me home and I have to spend every night in bed with the two of you.”

Her dark eyes move to the cabin in hope that relief will come to her soon. She will relieve herself of her swollen bladder, but not the way she is expecting. I wish my wife were out here with us, since one more full bladder is not a bad thing. That’s alright, since it will be the three of us before long.

My voice is a little on the playful side as I say, “That’s right, Nia, and I mean it. Go up to the door and take your clothes off. Fold your pants and shirt, then place your shirt on top of your pants. I’ll be over shortly.”

There is pleading in her eyes as she says, “Daddy, I have to pee.”

I grin as she squirms and say, “I know, Nia, but you have to wait a little longer.”

She grimaces from the discomfort and her voice shows her impatience. “OK, daddy, but please hurry.”

She gets out of the car and rushes towards the front of the wraparound deck with the special frame waiting for us on the other side. Her slender hands reach out for the door to the screened in porch as I reach for the bag and watch as she quickly removes her clothing and I see her small tits bouncing from the movement of her body. They are a little bigger than I thought, but not by much and her black nipples hardly stand out at all against our shared ebony flesh.

She is starting to dance as I join her and say, “Hold it just a little longer, Nia.”

Her dark hands move to her tightly trimmed pussy in an attempt to hold it in as she says, “OK, daddy.”

There is desperation in her eyes as I start to remove my own clothing, but she is not saying anything that could cause her delay to be any longer. I set the keys to the cabin on top of my folded clothes with the knowledge that neither of us will be putting anything on our naked bodies until I’m ready to take her home. Her dark eyes move to my flaccid cock and I can only assume that she is trying to take her mind off of her need to piss.

I pick up her dark shit and move it between her legs as I lower myself to my knees. Our shared dark eyes meet and she is desperate for relief. So far, she is not willing to risk us leaving and very willing to wait as long as it takes to relieve herself.

I have a warm smile as I say, “Squat over your shirt and piss on it.”

She looks a little nervous and her dark eyes are looking at my face for some sign I was joking. The words are still running through her mind and I know she is asking herself if I’m being serious. There is nothing on my face to tell her otherwise and nods her head to show she is willing to do what I want.

Her voice sounds a little odd as she says, “OK, daddy. If that’s what you want?”

I smile a little wider as I say, “That’s what I want, Nia.”

She squats before me and her pussy is very close to her shirt. I place my hands between her legs and she can not hold back much longer. Nia is trying to decide if it’s alright for my hands to be in the way of her shirt, but her bladder does not give her much time to do anything other than relieve herself.

Nia starts to let loose with a powerful stream of gold and I grin as the heat reaches my fingers. I am slowly moving my hands back and forth to get greater coverage and can hear the piss dripping down to her shirt. The smell of her golden stream is not quite as strong as her mothers, which is a pleasant change. Variety is a good thing and I intend to enjoy all those areas if difference from her mother.

As more of my hands get covered in her golden stream, our shared dark eyes are looking into one another and she is showing something far more than the relief of her slowly emptying bladder. She is sighing out as more of her gold floods over my hands and I can find no hint of embarrassment that she is pissing on me. The smell continues to drift up to my nostrils and I smile at the sensation on my hands.

She is starting to drip as I pull my hands back and move my eyes down to see them dripping from the hot gold that is starting to cool. I press my finger into my mouth as I move my eyes back to hers keçiören escort and taste the saltiness as she watches in fascination. The saltiness is pleasant on my tongue, but it has already started to cool a little too much for me to really enjoy my daughter’s gold. Next time that will not be a problem, since I plan on her pissing directly into my open mouth.

I press my dripping hands to her small tits and she does not pull back from the sensation of her piss. My hands start to explore every inch as I slowly work my way to her hard nipples. She lets out a sigh from the pleasant sensations she is feeling. Her black nipples are now between my fingers and I am glad she isn’t anywhere near as big as my wife. If her tits had been larger, it would have been impossible for me to cover them with her piss.

I reach down for the shirt and it drips a little as I press it to the ebony flesh just beneath her tits. “Hold your shirt right there and get on your knees.”

There can be no doubt in her mind as to what I am about to do and there is no concern in her voice. “Yes, daddy.”

I release her shirt as her hands press down and she lowers herself carefully down to her knees with a little assistance from me. My eyes are focused on hers as I stand up and point the head of my dick at her tits. There’s and advantage to not being hard and that is the ability to control where my piss will strike with far more ease than an erection allows.

My eyes move up to hers to watch her reaction as I start to empty my painfully full bladder. She jumps a little as my golden powerful stream makes contact with her tits, but does not do anything to show she is in a state of discomfort from my action. I move my eyes down and watch as I make certain both tits are dripping down to her shirt and collecting more piss. Her hard nipples make for lovely targets and I make certain both are getting the same attention. A stronger scent is drifting into my nostrils and I enjoy this greatly.

Once my bladder is empty and I start to drip my gold, I reach down and take the shirt from her hands. It is heavy and dripping with our combined release of gold and a stronger scent comes as I move up and over her head. It is dripping a little down her face as I wring it out onto her black hair. I am tempted to press her shirt against her face, but hold off for the moment.

Once there is no more piss to wring out, I drop her damp shirt on her head. The smell of our combined piss is pleasant and I’m glad she doesn’t seem to have a problem with any of this. She is going to be experiencing a lot more piss related activities before we leave. I find myself wishing again that my wife was here, but I know I have to wait for some of the more interesting things that will happen.

I’m tempted to have her lick the remnant of piss of my flaccid dick, but want to wait to ensure there is nothing to interfere with what I have planned. I pick up the key and unlock the cabin door while smiling down at her naked body. She is so eager to please me and I think that is how every daughter should be with her father.

I open the door and say, “Go inside and wait for me, Nia.”

She looks up and says in a voice that is eager to explore the cabin, “Yes, daddy.”

I bring everything inside and she is standing on the white carpet in the great room. Her black shirt is still on her head and I know she won’t take it off until I tell her she can. My daughter’s dark face and tits are glistening under the lights, which is a pleasant sight to behold.

I grin as I ask, “What do you think of your first shower?”

Some of the piss starts to drip down to her ebony cheeks as she smiles. “I liked it, daddy. I know I’m supposed to be grossed out, but I’m not. It felt really good when you pissed on me.”

My grin turns lecherous as I say, “I’m glad to hear it, Nia. There’s going to be a lot more golden showers. Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head and says, “No, daddy, I’m to excited to eat.”

I look into her dark eyes as I say, “That makes two of us. You want to see the bedroom?”

She holds my eyes and there is pent up excitement in her voice. “Yes, daddy.”

I nod and say, “Follow me, Nia, and keep your shirt on your head.”

I turn as I hear her say, “Yes, daddy.”

I think her introduction to golden showers has made her even more excited and she is almost bouncing behind me. She is staying very close as I move to the open bedroom door and guide my daughter towards the bed of white. My wife’s chocolate body is so fucking sexy against the white, which is the reason there is so much of it in the cabin. Nia’s ebony body is going to look even better.

I move her to the side of the bed she’ll be sleeping on and say, “This is your side. Leave your shirt on your pillow, Nia.”

The anticipation of the unknown can be clearly heard in her voice. “Yes, daddy.”

She presses her narrow body past mine and the smell is quite pleasant. Her hands move the keçiören escort bayan damp shirt from her head and lays it on the pillow without question. There can be no doubt what she’ll be smelling when she lays her head down to sleep and no sense of trepidation about it.

My daughter is bent over slightly and I move my hands to her ass. Her cheeks are not as round as my wife’s and a little more firm to the touch. I’m glad there is more variety and can’t wait to have them together. She lets out a soft sigh as my hands explore her dark flesh and I don’t believe that she has ever been touched this way.

She lets out a slightly louder sigh as she says, “That feels good, daddy.”

I move my fingers to the crack as I ask, “Have you ever had anal, Nia?”

My fingers are moving a little further down and she lets out another sigh. “No, daddy.”

I grin at the answer and continue to slowly work my fingers closer to her asshole. “Have you ever had anything in your asshole?”

She lets out a soft moan. “No, daddy, never.”

My grin widens as my index finger reaches virgin territory and feel her tighten at my touch. Despite her body telling me she does not want me to go any further, her soft moans tell me something completely different. She’s not pulling away as I press down a little with the expectation of not getting very far without lube and am not particularly concerned about depth just yet.

I have my finger right in the center of her asshole and press in just enough to elicit a soft hiss. My finger is not even to the first joint and I feel the wonderful tightness pressing against me. There is another hiss as I press it in just a little more and know that is as far as I’m going to get for the moment.

I move my eyes up from her dark cheeks and say, “Face me, Nia.”

She nods and there is just a note of discomfort in her voice. “Yes, daddy.”

She slowly turns to face me and I can feel her asshole press a little harder against my finger. There is some discomfort on her face, but her eyes show the excitement of the moment. My daughter is willing to do whatever I want and I plan on exploring a lot of things with her body. There won’t be anything I haven’t done with my wife, since I can’t think of anything we have not attempted at least once.

I feel her asshole grip down as I remove my finger and our eyes hold each other. My hand moves to wards her face and she holds her position. Nia can smell my finger and she is looking at me with wonder as I move it closer to her mouth. I’m glad my daughter decided against eating, since I don’t want her to taste anything else. . I smile a little as I say, “Open your mouth, Nia.” Her mouth opens and I press my finger between her lips. “Might as well start getting used to the taste now.”

Her lips press tight against my finger and her tongue starts to explore my finger. There is no hint of concern on her face as I enjoy the sensation of her muscles pressing against me. My dick is starting to twitch and it won’t be much longer before she loses her anal virginity to my massive cock and there is no reason for her to suspect that anything else is about to happen. It isn’t like I would be asking her about anal unless I had every intention of fucking my daughter’s ass.

I pull my finger out of her mouth and her lips press down as I say, “Bend over the bed and wait for me, Nia.”

She grins and the anticipation is growing in her voice. “Anything for you, daddy.”

I see her ebony cheeks spread before me as her body presses against the white blanket, which is ever hotter than seeing my wife like this. Her legs are spread in anticipation of receiving me and I can see the pink against the dark of her flesh. My daughter has a great body and I can’t wait to have her join my wife for my pleasure.

My eyes burn the image of her dark ass into my mind as I leave her in position and head back to the great room. I grab the bag and put the toiletries in the bathroom as I make my way back to my daughter’s body. The only things left in the bag is a white buttplug and a large bottle of anal lube, which will both be needed shortly. Both are set close by and I toss the bag to the side.

I open the anal lube and get plenty onto my dick as I slowly stroke myself while staring at her ass. I’m trying to decide if I should warn her as I place my legs between her and set the bottle to the side. The buttplug is within reach and will need to wait a little while longer before I use it on my daughter.

The ridges of her asshole are camouflaged against the darkness of her flesh and the hole is not easy to see. I know I should stick a finger inside to prepare her, but I want the first thing going beyond my knuckle to be my dick. As the tip presses against her tight hole, I see it tighten to stave off my entry.

My daughter’s voice does not have the same level of excitement as she nervously asks, “What are you doing, daddy?”

I force the head of my dick in and feel escort keçiören it being crushed by a vice as I say, “Fucking your ass, Nia.”

She lets out a groan as she cries out, “It hurts, daddy.”

I press in an inch of my shaft as I say, “It’s going to hurt a lot worse, but you’ll get used to it.”

Her voice is trembling as she says, “Please stop, daddy. It hurts too much.”

I stop with five inches still outside of her asshole and enjoy the sensation far more now. “I’m giving you time to adjust.”

She lets out a sigh of relief as she speaks through her trembling voice. “Fuck. Thanks, daddy. It hurts.”

The sensation of the hot vice pressing down from every angle feels amazing. My wife’s asshole hasn’t been this tight in a long time and I plan to enjoy every moment of this. I am tempted to force the rest of myself inside, but need to be a little patient with my daughter.

Her breathing is becoming steady as I press two inches inside of her wonderfully tight hole. She screams out from the fresh intrusion and I enjoy the sensation of having more than half of my large shaft inside of my daughter. The sensation of hot pressure feels even better and I only have a few inches left.

Her voice is trembling a little more as she speaks between grunts of pain. “I thought you were giving me time, daddy. It hurts. You’re too big.”

I hold myself steady as I say, “No, Nia, I’m not too big. I fuck your mommy in the ass and she likes it.”

She groans out through a shaky voice, “I’m not mommy. Fuck, it hurts, daddy.”

I smile as I say, “I know your not mommy. You’re my daughter and you said you wanted to do all the things with mommy does. Do you remember what you said?”

She groans out, “Yes, daddy, I remember, but I didn’t think you were going to rip me open. Oh fuck, daddy, it hurts too much.”

I smile a little wider as I say, “Does that mean you want to go home.”

She calls out through a breath that is starting to tremble a little less, “No, daddy. It just hurts so much.”

My hands caress her dark flesh as I say, “I’m almost all the way in, Nia.”

There is a little bit of hope in her shaky voice as she speaks. “I think I can take…” I force myself all the way in while she’s speaking and she screams out. “Oh fuck, daddy. Fuck it hurts.”

Her voice is trembling along with her body and I enjoy the sensation of her tight asshole pressing against every inch of my shaft. Nia’s body is pressing against the bed in an attempt to escape, but I have her pinned and there is no way for her to remove anything from her asshole. The trembling of her body is sending pleasant signals through my dick and I very much want to start to move my hips.

I try my best to sound comforting as I take pleasure in my daughter’s asshole. “I know it hurts, Nia. I’m all the way in. It’ll take time, but you’ll get used to anal.”

She begs through her sobbing, “Can we stop, daddy? It hurts. Oh fuck. It’s too big.”

My fingers caress her narrow back as I say, “Not just yet, Nia. Just as soon as I cum.”

Her body is calming, but I know she’s going to feel pain for a while. My daughter’s flesh feels pleasant as my fingers slowly glide along her body. The hot vice feels amazing on my shaft and I love that my daughter was willing to continue. She wants to please me and me alone, which is so much like her mother.

She lets out a few grunts as she tries to catch her breath. “How long, daddy?”

I know what she’s asking, but I am having a little fun as her asshole adjusts to my girth. “How long until what, Nia?”

The trembling has died down and she is able to breath a little easier. “How lung until you cum inside of my ass, daddy?”

My fingers start to work their way down to her firm cheeks. “That all depends, Nia.”

Her breathing is still a little ragged, but there is no sign of the sobbing. “Depends on what, daddy?”

I start to caress her ebony cheeks as say, “On you, Nia. If I’m slow and gentle, it’ll take a while. If I am fast and rough, not that long. Do you want me to be gentle with your asshole, or do you want me to cum inside you sooner?”

My hands are softly rubbing her cheeks as she gets full control over her breathing. “Not much of a choice, daddy.”

I press down a little with my fingertips. “It’s still a choice.”

My fingers squeeze her cheeks a little more and I love the way they fit so perfectly in my hands. “Fuck, daddy. I’m going to regret it, but give it to me fast and rough.”

My hands release her cheeks and move to her narrow hips. “You’ve got it, Nia.”

My ebony fingers grips her dark flesh and I move my eyes to where my dick is buried. I slowly pull out several inches and see part of her pull out with my girth. She is trying to prepare herself as best she can, but it will take time for her to be able to do that effectively. If my daughter is anything like her mother, she will grow to enjoy anal.

I can hold back no longer and I thrust my shaft as deep as I can inside of her. Nia screams out, but it isn’t as loud as it was just a short while ago. My hips start to move as I watch my glistening dick starts to move in and out of her tight asshole. Every movement is bringing pleasure to my body and she is starting to let out more grunts than screams.

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The Christmas Gift Ch. 02

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Christmas Night

Marilyn Lehman stood at the patio door watching her two sons in the back yard. Jake, 12 years old, was astride his brand new trail bike. Andrew,18, was showing his younger brother the controls. Both boys were dressed warmly. Although it was early afternoon and the sun was coming out, it was still cold. Several inches of snow covered the yard. It was a picture postcard Christmas Day, full of blue skies, cotton clouds, and white snow.

Andrew stepped away from the bright green bike. He got the video recorder ready. Jake made one last check of his helmet, tugging the chin strap tight. He half stood off the seat. He kicked the starter. The engine roared to life. Gingerly, the boy tried the accelerator. The roar took on a different pitch as the motor sped up. He twisted the accelerator the opposite direction. The engine slowed.

Marilyn saw her older son gesturing. Jake nodded and held up a thumb. He eased the trail bike forward off it’s stand and put it in gear. With a jerk, the bike started across the yard. Jake steered in a wobbly circle. Andrew shouted encouragement. The wobble firmed up. His path through the snow became more certain and, after a few circuits, Jake was riding like a pro.

Proud, the mother turned from the door. She would have rather watched from outside, but Andrew had suggested her presence might have made Jake too nervous. So she had stayed inside to watch, hidden from her sons.

She touched the heart shaped diamond pendant Andrew had given her for Christmas. It had been a total surprise, just as the motorcycle had been for Jake. She hadn’t realized her older son could be so thoughtful. Since his father had left, Andrew had gone through a difficult period. Rebelliousness and difficulties in school were just two signs of the distress he was experiencing. Was this Christmas marking the return of the son she knew and loved?

Marilyn went through to the kitchen to check dinner. It had been hard to find a turkey small enough for just three people and since they all disliked leftovers, she had bought a glazed ham for their Christmas meal. It was just about done. The mashed potatoes on the stove were ready. She turned on the oven to bake some rolls.

She went back to the patio door. Outside, she clapped a few times when Jake could see her. Then she called over the noise of the dirt bike to Andrew that the food was almost ready. She wanted them inside in ten minutes to wash up. Andrew waved an acknowledgment. He watched his mother return to the warmth of the house.

She was an attractive woman who looked younger than her 43 years. She was slightly taller than average height and had a graceful figure. Tennis kept her in shape. Marilyn wore her dark hair in a short bob and was careful to see her hairdresser to help fight the battle against gray hair. She had deep brown eyes, mysterious pools that could sparkle with laughter or blaze with anger.

Back in the kitchen, Marilyn tossed the salad. She stopped to tug at her brassiere. It was uncomfortably tight and the action of tossing the salad made it cut into her flesh. As she had noticed last night, her breasts seemed larger; certainly the pressure from the cups of her bra pointed to an increase in size. Sometimes during her time of the month she had problems with water retention, but that usually didn’t manifest itself this way. She wondered if she needed to make an appointment with her doctor to discuss the change. It was probably only temporary, but she tried to stay in tune with her body.

Thinking of her swollen breasts, she was reminded of last night. She couldn’t believe that she had actually let Andrew make love to her. Make love? Oh, no, it had been a long and satisfying fuck. Her first since the boys’ father had left, the best in an even longer time because the year before he finally moved out, her husband hadn’t come close to satisfying her sexually.

Was that why she wasn’t ashamed, wasn’t horrified at breaking the incest taboo? Before he fucked her, Marilyn would never have considered sex with her older son. Now, she had no regrets at all. She relished the dreamy blow job she’d given him and was amazed at how hard she’d orgasmed when he fucked her. Was she a terrible mother for wanting more? She didn’t think so. Had she harmed Andrew? Of course not. A 18 year old male was a bundle of hormones and suppressed sexual energy. Better he unleash that energy than keep it bottled up inside. Or find some high school tramp to fuck and catch all sorts of horrible diseases. Or knock her up.

Marilyn smiled at the rationalization, for she realized that was exactly what it was. Despite that, she knew that if he wanted her, she’d fuck Andrew again.

*

The Lehman family sat around the fireplace. Darkness had fallen outside. The only light in the house came from the fire. There were Christmas carols playing softly in the background

“This,” Marilyn said as she hugged her youngest, “is what Christmas keçiören escort is supposed to be.”

“It was great, mom. I really love you.” Jake returned the hug, even harder. “I don’t think it could be any better.”

“I’m glad, darling. I think it’s been great, too” She patted her son on the leg. “But I think it’s time we start a new tradition. If you gentlemen will excuse me…”

Marilyn got up from the sofa. She left the den, headed for the kitchen. She quickly returned carrying a small bottle of champagne, three glasses, and a towel.

“You’re the man of the house now, Andrew. Will you do the honors?”

He took the bottle from his mother. “I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s time you learned. Tear off the foil… See the wire? Twist it off and toss it in the fireplace… Point the bottle in a safe direction and using the towel, put your thumbs at the base of the cork… Watch it… now push with your thumbs, slow pressure but constant… More… Ah!” she exclaimed as the cork popped free and a bit of the sparkling wine burbled out of the bottle. “Excellent. Now my glass, then your brother’s, and finally yours.

“Jake you get just a taste. I don’t want you to turn into an alcoholic.” She handed her youngest his glass. “Stand up for the toast, guys. For the best Christmas ever and may all our future Christmases be filled with the love we share tonight.”

She clinked the rim against her son’s glasses. They did the same with each other’s. Marilyn took a sip and watched as her sons followed suit.

“It makes my nose itch,” exclaimed Jake.

“That’s the bubbles. Well, Andrew?”

“Mine, too. It’s good.”

“Nobody,” his mother said, “ever got to first base with a bum wine. Remember that, dear.”

Andrew looked at his mother over the rim of his champagne glass and nodded.

“Now, I’d like a little more and we can all sit down.”

Andrew filled his mother’s glass and topped his off. The family cat came in and hopped up on Andrew’s thigh. Harley stretched out, rubbing his cheek against the teen’s knee. He got his ears scratched.

Jake asked why the champagne had bubbles. His older brother gave a quick and simple explanation. He added at the conclusion, “It may make you a little tipsy.”

Marilyn nodded as Jake goggled at the glass. “I think it has already.”

“A little more won’t hurt you. Just remember, this is a special occasion.”

“OK, mom.” He took another cautious sip. When his mother asked about his first ride on the motorbike, he put the glass down and began to describe in excited terms his ride. “Andrew says that maybe next week he’ll take me to the lake to ride. He says they don’t allow dirt bikes at Langham Park.”

“I think that would be fine,” Marilyn said. “Just remember your promise.”

“Oh, I do, mom. I promise I’ll remember.”

They talked of other things. As they did, occasionally Marilyn and her older son shared a glance. Once he saw she look down at his crotch. A couple of times he stared at her chest. She knew each time he looked there. Did he realize how tightly the cups held her boobs, chafed her nipples? Made them hard? He couldn’t see them; the bra and her heavy shirt hid the protuberances, but did some instinctive awareness exist? Her pussy started to moisten. Could he smell her arousal? In her imagination, she tasted his cum in her mouth. She felt his fingers entering her cunt in preparation of his cock. As he pet Harley she thought how appropriate, since he’d soon be entertaining a different pussy.

Conversation lapsed. Silence grew. Marilyn looked at her youngest. Jake’s head was nodding.

“I think you’ve had enough excitement, and bubbly, for one Christmas.” She got to her feet. “Let’s march you up to bed.”

“OK.” Jake slowly rose. His mother playfully smacked him on his butt to hurry his progress to the stairs. She followed him up.

It was almost twenty minutes before she returned to the den. She saw Andrew sitting patiently.

“Do you want some more champagne?”

“Is there much left?”

“A couple of glasses.”

“Let’s share.” Marilyn took a sip from Andrew’s glass and put it aside. She shooed away the cat. Took his place. Kissed her older son.

“That was brilliant, planting the idea in Jake’s head that the champagne would affect him.”

“The power of suggestion? I didn’t even realize I’d done it until afterwards.” Andrew fondled her tit.

Upstairs, safely behind the closed door of her bedroom, she had removed the confining bra.

“That feels so nice,” she said, kissing lightly his face and ear.

“Is the scamp asleep?”

Marilyn unbuttoned her son’s shirt. She kissed his chest, licked his nipple. “Softly snoring. You’ve changed the last few days.”

“For the better?”

“Definitely.” Marilyn turned, throwing her leg over him so she straddled him. She felt his bulge as she slid against him. She suddenly regretted not keçiören escort bayan having worn a skirt. A skirt without panties, so her juices would soak his crotch as she rubbed.

Andrew filled his hands with her boobs. “I never knew you were hot.”

“Now you’ve hurt my feelings.” She squirmed against his hard on. She kissed him. Fiercely, on the lips. Massaged his tongue with hers. Pressed her tits against him. Moaned in pleasure and anticipation.

“No, you were always good looking. But now you’re hot. Fucking hot.”

“Baby, I need you. Please.”

He stood, cradling his mother in his strong grip. He started to set her on the rug, where he’d fucked her in the early morning of Christmas Day. Gave her his hard cock, his molten lava cum as special presents.

“No! No, I want us in my bed.”

“All right.”

Effortlessly, he carried her upstairs and down the hall. The door to her bedroom was ajar. It opened fully with a nudge of his foot. The room was lit by numerous, almost a dozen, candles. The soft scent of lavender filled the room.

The covers of the bed were already pulled down. He laid his mother gently in the middle of it. He followed her down and pressed his lips against hers. Slipped his hand under her blouse, tickled her tummy. Added the warmth of his hand to the heat of her breast.

She pushed Andrew’s face away from her, but not in negation. She guided him to her her tit. He sucked her nipple through the cotton of her shirt. Soaked it with his saliva while he fought open the buttons and could feast directly. Then the hard teat was in his mouth and she felt a small orgasm blossom from her cunt as he

bit and suckled.

Her fingers tore at his belt, ripped at his fly. She struggled to get out his cock. He had to help her with one hand before his raging beast was free. It was as big and hard as she remembered. She rubbed her thumb over the smooth flesh of the flared head. Under the rib of its crown. Along the thickly veined shaft. She reached his balls and felt their fullness.

“Please, darling,” Marilyn gasped.

Andrew laughed softly. He got off his mother and shed his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and stripped away his socks. Undone, his pants along with his boxers fell easily to the floor. While he stepped free of them, his mother took off her blouse. She undid her trousers. Naked, Andrew grabbed her feet. He pulled off her shoes and socks, grabbed the legs of her pants, and tugged them clear. She was down to a pair of tiny lace bikinis and she looked the most beautiful, the most stimulating woman in the world.

He fell on her. He gave in to an animalistic impulse. He ripped her panties away with his teeth. Then his tongue found her clitoris.

“AH-h-h-h!” she moaned as he licked. Another orgasm, stronger than her previous cum, shook her.

Having never smelled, never tasted pussy, Andrew was prepared to dislike it, even be repulsed. He was surprised, however: the taste and aroma were heady, unlike anything he’d experienced. And his delight was heightened as he ate out his mother, because he knew she was getting even more pleasure than was he.

Marilyn felt his hair in her hands, pressed his to her core. Last night, this morning, she had denied him this feast in her desire for his cock. Now, however, she wanted this, wanted his tongue, his teeth, his lips as they all explored the center of her sexual being. And when his fingers were added to her cunt and he started to fuck her with them, she came again.

“No more. Too much, ” she gasped.

“I’ve just started, darling,” Andrew assured his mother. He let his face come away from her cunt but continued to use his fingers.

“No, sweetheart. Fuck me. Please? I’ve had too much of your mouth. I need your cock.”

Her desperation was too evident. He moved up her body, kissing as he went until he reached her lips. He hesitated to kiss her; his lips were coated with cunt juice. She might find it unpleasant. Marilyn didn’t hesitate, though. She pulled Andrew down, pressed her lips to his, searched his mouth with her tongue. She let him suck on her tongue as he moved his body into the V of her thighs. Her hand groped for his cock.

“You want it bad, don’t you mom?” he asked and speared up inside her. Fully entered her in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck! ” Although she was wet and open for her son, the sudden thrust shook Marilyn. The hardness filled her. Her eyes, open wide, smiled up at his. Her legs went around his waist., hugging him tightly. “Oh, darling. That’s so fucking good. “

“Shit, yeah, mom.” Levering himself up by his extended arms, he worked his hips in up and down, in and out motions. Periodically he dipped his head down to kiss her mouth or nip at her knockers. At first, Marilyn was satisfied to lie there and accept his thrusts. Before long, though, she was moving to meet his thrusts. She even added a circular motion to her hips, escort keçiören so the path of his cock was a corkscrew. And when he quickened his pace, so did she.

“Mom, I gotta cum.”

“Oh, yes, my darling. I want you to cum. Don’t hold back, son. Let yourself go.”

“But I want you to cum with me.”

“Darling, I’ve already cum three times,” she admitted as she looked up at her son’s strained face. “And when you shoot off, I’ll cum again. I guarantee it; I’m that fucking close.”

“You want my cum?”

“Yes. I want it so damned bad, baby.”

Exercising a level of self-control he didn’t think he possessed, Andrew pulled nearly out of his mother’s pussy and held himself there. Just the head of his cock nudged apart the lips of her hungry pussy. She jerked her hips upward to fill herself again. He teased her by further withdrawal.

“Oooh, you bastard. It’s not nice to treat your poor horny mother this way. Do you want me to beg you?”

“You don’t have to beg, mom,” answered Andrew as he slid his entire length back inside Marilyn. He regretted the way he teased her, so he resumed his steady pace. That slow, methodical rhythm quickly gave way, though as he built up to a rapid, frenetic jerking of his hips.

“That’s right, darling. That’s the way to fuck your horny mommy. Um, yeah! Stick it in me long and hard. Fuck your cum in my cunt. Yes! Yeah, goddamn you! Motherfucker! Fuck your bitch mama! Cream your bitch mommy’s cunt!”

And he did. Shot off in her gasping pussy, filled it as she buried her face in his shoulder to keep from screaming. Came in her cunt as she came, too, flooded by the heat of his semen…

*

Freshly cleaned, Marilyn came from her bathroom. She carried a damp washcloth. She kissed her son’s cock and gave it a few licks before wiping their combined juices from his groin.

“Isn’t that gross?”

She knew what her son meant. “No, not at all. I like the taste.”

“I don’t know…”

“Next time, I’ll save some for you. The way you went to town on my pussy, I think I can promise you that you’ll like it.” She returned the soiled cloth to the master bath. When she came back this time she carried a small red hand towel. She turned on her bedside lamp and draped the towel over the shade. The room was filled with a warm reddish glow. Before snuggling next to her son, Marilyn went around her room, blowing out the candles.

Safely back in the arms of her son, she said, “I can’t believe this. I never thought I’d be fucking my own son. I should feel terrible. Where’s my guilty conscience?”

“It’s weird, but you don’t know half of it,” Andrew offered. He told her about the previous night’s strange occurrence with Kris Kringle.

“What were you smoking?”

“He asked me the same thing… Look, mom, it happened just like I said it did. He disappeared. Time started back up. I fell asleep. Then you came downstairs and, well, you know the rest.”

Marilyn propped herself up on one elbow so she could look directly at her son’s face. “You don’t usually tell lies. Well, you used to not, but lately – ”

She shook her head. “And Kris told you that he’d do something for you as an incentive to improve your behavior?”

“That’s right. And you and I, uh, did what we did. Then Christmas morning, well, there was this diamond pendant, ” he touched the only thing his mother was wearing, ” for you and that trail bike for Jake. Mom, I didn’t buy those. I swear I didn’t. I had no idea they were there.”

“And my boobs got bigger,” she said, thinking through what her son was saying.

“And my cock did, too. I mean, it was OK, but not like now.”

“Right now,” his mother teased as she prodded his flaccid cock, “there’s not much to brag about.”

“You know what I mean.”

“OK, maybe I believe you. It’s unbelievable, but maybe I believe you anyway. I’ve seen a change already in how you relate to Jake. And you’re different around me, too. And I’m not talking about the sex!” she added with a smile. The smile disappeared, though, as she got serious.

“I’m not going to ask you to stop – ” She paused and looked intently at her son. She laid her head against his shoulder and went on, “I’m not going to ask you to stop smoking dope, but I wish you would.”

“Mom, I stopped doing weed officially as of, ” He turned his head to look at his mother’s bedside alarm: it was1:30. “As of approximately 24 hours ago.”

“Then, this is the new Andrew Edward Lehman?”

“Totally new. For as long as you want me.”

“Oh, damn, now I’m going to cry.” And she did sniffle. She rubbed her nose against his chest before going on. “I want you for a long, long time, son. But, now I want us to sleep. I’ll wake you in about an hour and you’ll go back to your room. I don’t want Jake getting up early and finding us like this.”

“No, that would be bad.”

“It would be a disaster.”

“But we’re still going to have sex, won’t we?”

“Do you mean, are we still going to fuck like rabbits? Oh, yes, my darling motherfucker. Exactly like rabbits.”

She lay there and listened to her son snore and thought about what he’d told her. Kris Kringle? Did she really believe in Santa Claus? She nodded to herself. And fell asleep.

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Making the Rounds at Work Ch. 01

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This is the first story in a series about how I came to “make the rounds” with the incredibly beautiful women I work with. I joined this company a few years ago, and one of the great things about working in marketing is the number of young women who also work in the industry. My company is no exception.

This first story takes place several months after I’d first joined. It was late one Tuesday night, and I had decided to stay late to work on a big proposal that was due later in the week. Just as I was finishing up, I started to hear commotion outside my office. I thought I was the only one left, so I poked my head out to see what was going on.

One of my teammates, Sara, was on the phone, arguing with whoever was on the other line. She looked up and saw me, turned red, and quickly hung up. “Sorry if I was loud,” she said. “I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“No worries! Neither did I,” I replied. “Is everything ok?” I asked.

“I guess. My jerk of a boyfriend is pissed that I’m still working. Can I ask you a question?”

When I replied, “Of course,” Sara got up and walked over to my office. She plopped down into one of the oversized chairs. “You’re young, and clearly worked hard to get to where you are. My boyfriend, on the other hand, can rarely hold down a job, and gets pissed when I have to work late. Why do you think that is?”

I thought for a second. “He’s probably jealous. You’re smart, you work hard, you do great work in general. I’m sorry he doesn’t appreciate that.”

Sara keçiören escort smiled. “You think I’m smart?”

“Absolutely.”

Sara abruptly changed topics at that point, and took me by surprise. “Do you also think I’m attractive?”

I was taken aback, and had to answer cautiously. Yes, Sara was incredibly attractive. She had long, dark hair, fantastic blue eyes, a petite frame with perfect tits and a perfect ass. I had frequently fantasized about her. But I couldn’t say all of those things to someone at work. “Well, uh, yes, of course you’re attractive,” I said carefully.

Sara smiled again. “You’re being cautious, I understand. But fuck caution tonight, ok? Whatever you say stays between us.”

I sighed. “Yes, Sara, you’re incredibly attractive. Sexy, in fact.”

“I needed to hear that.”

And with that, Sara got up from her chair, I thought to leave and go back to her desk. Instead, what happened surprised the hell out of me. Without breaking eye contact with me, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Do you think I’m attractive now?” she asked with a smirk.

With my mouth agape from surprise, Sara quickly lifted her shirt over her head and stood in front of me in her matching black lace bra and panties. She crossed the four feet between where she was standing and my desk, where I was sitting, put one hand on my quickly growing erection, and said, “I’ve wanted you since you started working here. Don’t say keçiören escort bayan anything, just take me.”

I wasn’t going to argue with this beautiful, half-naked girl. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her. Sara melted into the kiss, her lips moist against mine. She started probing my mouth with her tongue, and my erection started straining against my jeans. As I moved my lips down to her neck, she sighed and reached for my belt as I grabbed her panty-clad ass and pulled her closer.

She quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my jeans. Sara reached into my boxers and stroked my cock. “I need to have this,” she whispered into my ear.

I moved my hands up from her ass, across her back and unsnapped her bra. As her bra fell away, I was treated to two perfectly-sized firm breasts. I took one into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden in my mouth. As her arousal grew, I pushed her panties off her hips to the floor and cupped her now-naked ass.

Sara pushed me back slightly. “This isn’t fair. I’m naked in your office and you’re still fully clothed? Can we fix that?”

I stood up and took off my shirt and she pulled off my jeans and boxers together, freeing my aching cock. I looked down to her kneeling on the floor and watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. I leaned back in ecstasy while Sara expertly worked her mouth and tongue over my cock. Her blowjob was awesome. It didn’t take long before I was close to cumming.

I pulled her escort keçiören up from the floor, pushed her back into her chair, and knelt before her beautiful, exposed pussy. It was waxed bare, without a hair in sight. I pushed her knees open and leaned in. She grabbed my head as I drove my tongue into her. I then gently sucked her hard clit and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. Her breathing became labored and she started rocking her body against my tongue and fingers. All of a sudden she exploded in orgasm, crying out in pleasure.

I looked up at her flushed, smiling face. Her eyes were still closed, and before she had a chance to recover from her orgasm, I stood and drove my still-hard cock into her sopping pussy. As I penetrated her her eyes flew open. “Ahhhh!” she cried.

I started fucking her tight hole, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. The head of cock was now pushing against her cervix each time I penetrated her, and after just a few thrusts, Sara came again.

I kept riding her through her orgasm, feeling my own starting to build. All of a sudden, Sara moved one of her hands off my ass to tickle the base of my shaft. This was all I needed, and I exploded deep inside her.

I kept my cock in her for another minute or so. We were smiling at each other.

“That was incredible,” I said.

“Yes, yes it was. No regrets.”

“No regrets.”

I pulled out, and we stood up. Before putting our clothes back on, Sara embraced me. “I needed that, badly,” she whispered. “Thank you for making me feel so incredible.” She kissed me again on the lips, picked up her clothes, and left my office.

I sat back on my desk, still naked, still in awe of what just happened. Little did I know it was just the beginning.

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The Chauhans’ Special Day Ch. 02

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The women stood in a line around the dining table.

“Let’s begin the fun,” said Dadaji, as he went straight to my mother.

Lal Krishna Chauhan, a pillar of the local business community, proceeded to kneel down in front of mother and lifted up her saree. I was greeted to a brief glimpse of mother’s starched white panties before he delved underneath with lust on his face. My penis hardened as my mother Smita bucked her hips and almost lost her balance as her father in law began ministering to her. I could see his head moving around underneath the fabric of the saree. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders for support and she seemed lost to the fact that her own son was a witness to her fevered reaction.

The others had paired up in a similar fashion with the men performing cunnilingus on the robed women while they struggled to stand and maintain their balance. My father, Brijmohan Chauhan was servicing his sister Sarmistha while Debadutta was with Sulochana Taiji. Dadiji was being attended to by her son Ujjwal. Only Anjali stood apart, sitting on the arm of the sofa, soaking in the scene, lips slightly apart. Soon moans and squeals began to permeate the room. Someone had turned off the air conditioner.

My mother’s face was flush as dadaji began burrowing deeper and deeper. By now she had her legs parted wide and was almost half squatting as Dadaji proceeded mercilessly notwithstanding her squeals and hoarse moans. Her panty lay on the floor next to his kneeling form .This was not the mother I knew. She was a women transformed.

There was unadulterated joy on her face as she began thrusting her pelvis against her sasurji’s tongue. Her face was marked with perspiration and her pants grew hoarser as she struggled to maintain her distinctly etlik escort inelegant posture. I wondered if it was the same calm, serene woman who would drop me to school every morning, was there for me whenever I was in trouble, was happily married to her husband and until now had given no indication that she was in way, a sexual being. She was the good Indian mother and wife with no needs of her own. In a weird perverted way, I was proud of her. I looked down and saw the tent over my towel.

Now it was a matter of waiting for the inevitable orgasms to gush, as the men energetically tongued their partners. Predictably my mother was the first to break as she backed into the wall and her thighs clenched tightly around Dadaji’s head. She let out a long moan as Dadji administered the coup de grace by thrusting his hand between her legs and rubbing hard. Dadaji emerged out from between my mother’s thighs, his fair face flushed and his bald pate sweaty, but that was nothing compared to the state he had left my mother in. She wobbled a bit and heaved and almost sheepishly, retrieved her panties. Then by the corner wall, she put it on. As she pulled it up, I caught a glimpse of her milky white thighs. And unlike what I had expected, they were not in the least bit flabby. She was a bit full around her waist, but no one could call her overweight. She adjusted her saree and with a bit of nonchalance surveyed the scene in front of her. She was just in time to see her husband of twenty years bringing Sarmistha buaji to climax. Soon Sulochana taiji succumbed. Perhaps surprisingly, Dadiji held out the longest.

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The women were on the dining table on their hands and knees, their etlik escort bayan sarees hitched up to their waists. Even Anjali was there with her leggings pulled down. They were all facing me and waiting in anticipation for the men behind them to tongue, finger and lick them. Like the previous time, I had no clear view of the actions taking view behind them. The expressions on their faces told their own story.

Tauji was behind my mother this time. Her head was bowed low with her face obscured as she gyrated her hips. Beside him, Dadaji was servicing Anjali and Sarmistha buaji, one hand attending to each. My father was behind Dadiji while Debadutta was servicing Sulochana aunty.

I so badly wanted to touch myself. They had me shackled to the wall to prevent just that. But I would have just laid back and stroked myself languorously watching my cousin, aunts, mother and dadiji’s expressions……..who was I kidding. I wouldn’t have lasted two minutes. There was a wet spot on the thin, transparent white towel as precum flowed copiously.

Sulochana aunty was facing me directly and was definitely enjoying the service, which my cousin was providing with great enthusiasm. Her lips were parted and her breaths were short. Debadutta would finger fuck her and just as quickly dive down and start licking her. She was thrusting her hips to meet his tongue. Now and then she would squeal as he reached a particularly sensitive spot. When our eyes met, I couldn’t look away. If ever there was a woman drowning in lust, it was her. She held my gaze and there was not even an iota of shame or guilt in her eyes at being eaten out by her own nephew as another watched. Debadutta extricated his face from her rear and inserted fingers of both hands escort etlik inside her in one quick motion. I don’t know what he did but the pleasure on her face increased a notch. I could see a sliver of saliva on the edge of her lips. She bent down on one forearm and raised her buttocks higher and reached back with a hand to hold my cousin’s hands. Throughout all this she maintained was looking me in the eye as I struggled with the heat in my loins. The sindoor on the parting of her forehead was smudged with sweat. Her face was flush and sweat patches had formed in both armpits. She thrust backwards faster now with little moans.

Debdutta increased the speed of his hand movements. When she orgasmed, Sulochana Chachi did so in some style. Her back arched suddenly and she let out a loud scream as Debdutta continued to piston in and out. Her thighs shuddered as she came hard on the fingers that were stuck in her. As she panted, Debdutta brought both hands to her face and she sucked them greedily while looking me in the eye. Debdutta smiled at me. I had to admire his control. He was sporting a magnificent erection with the top glistening with precum. His shaved balls swung freely below.

Sulochana Tai adjusted her saree and walked a bit unsteadily towards me.

“You seem to have enjoyed the show,” she said, looking at the wet patch on the front of the towel.

She delicately put her palms under my erection cupping my testicles.

“I think I can’t control it Taiji,” I gasped.

“So? Let it out.”

I shook my head.

She asked, “Why not?”

“I will be so embarrassed,” I replied.

“Oh please! Don’t worry beta. This is your first time. We are not judgemental people,” she smiled, “If you need to come, you can come.”

I nodded. Her hands felt incredibly soft as she began moving it up and down.

“But,” she continued, “If you can stay just a little while longer, it will be even more enjoyable for you.”

She winked at me and went back to the dining table as the festivities were winded down.

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I wanted to do something really special for my man one day. He had been working so hard at the office, he was due to have someone let him know just how special he really is. Our daughter was away at my parents for the weekend, which was a rarity. Seemed like as good a time as any to start a new tradition: Man Day.

Sure, he has his Birthday. And, Father’s Day. Those are nice, and he deserves them. But, neither really celebrate HIM. So, I thought up Man Day. That will be a day just for him. From the time he wakes up, to the time we go to bed, it would be all about him. He has always been good about giving me the occasional Ladies Night or Day. If I played it right, I figured, worst case I’d just kiss his ass all day and then have some really good sex later. It turned out to be so much more.

Not having our daughter in the house, we both slept in. It was almost 9:00 am, which neither of us had seen for over four years, before we rustled. Well, actually, he rustled, and almost put it right in my rear end. Sleeping naked, as we almost always do, he had shimmied over into a tight spoon at some point that morning and nestled his cock between my ass cheeks. I awoke to the feeling of his hand on my left breast, pinching my nipple and sending a pleasure wave through my body. It was nice.

Without opening my eyes, I found my breath getting short and I had didn’t even notice I was grinding my ass against his cock. It was subtle, so I think he was wondering if he was getting through to me or not. He was, but he tested me anyway by pulling his hand off my tit and leaning back a bit. I reached around him, grabbed his ass, slightly opened my legs, and in one motion pulled him into me. Already wet from his previous efforts, he slipped right in. I grabbed his hand together we pinched my nipple. His breath was hot along my neck.

He didn’t last long. No more than a few dozen hard pumps, he groaned. Even with the two-minute drill I was getting, I was close to cumming as he pounded his cockhead against my g-spot. He tried to pull out, but I held him close until I finished. He yanked himself out just as he splayed a sticky load all over my inner thigh and cheeks.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Yes, it certainly has started out that way!” I replied, still catching my breath a bit. “I decided last night that today we are going to celebrate ‘Man Day’. Today, all day, it will be all about my man.”

We chatted a bit more about why I was doing what I was doing, and all kinds of other shit, while we just laid there for another 45 minutes with me in his arms. His sticky cock was now sealed against my ass, he slowly rolled my left nipple in his hand while I matched his movements with my right nipple. It might have been the nicest time we have had together in the last decade.

We finally rallied and climbed out of bed. I slipped on a little silky robe while he walked bare-assed down the hall to take a piss. I heard him start the shower while I wandered into the kitchen. As he showered quickly, I rolled a joint and made some coffee. He came out wrapped in a towel and found me sitting on the counter top. My tits were virtually hanging out as I sat with my legs spread open a bit. I lit up the joint and motioned him over. I took a big drag and grabbed him into a deep kiss, blowing the hit into his mouth as he sucked it in.

We shared the joint and sipped coffee on the back deck. It was a beautiful morning, one of those rare New England mornings where it was sunny, close to 70, dry and no bugs. I told him to chill here while I showered up and started breakfast. I needed to wash that dried cum off my ass.

I cooked him a big breakfast: three-egg ham, pepper, & cheese omelet, side of bacon, hash browns, toast, and orange juice. Still wearing my silky robe, I served it to him in his chair on the deck. I hadn’t noticed he had put on some shorts (that I love his sexy ass in) and ditched the robe. We had a nice breakfast, enjoying the weather and the company.

After, we brought the dishes in when I told him to go lay on the couch if he wanted. I assumed he was looking to watch a soccer game, and I was correct. Arsenal was playing host to Manchester United, and this was, for him, the Game of the Year. I cleaned up while he spread himself out on the couch.

As is a typical game for him, I heard squeals of delight inter mingled with curses of displeasure. It was already noon by halftime, so I came in with a couple of our vodka/lemonade drinks and sat next to him. He was in a good enough mood (he better be!) as the day had got off without a hitch and Arsenal led, 2-1.

Deep into the second half, as we moved into our second drink and our second joint, I pulled surprise

for him. I took the drink out of his hand, pulled three ice cubes out with my lips, and unzipped his shorts.

Without saying a word, I took out his cock and pulled it right into my mouth in one motion. He leaned back and moaned, gurgling about the feeling of my warm tongue swirling etlik escort around with the ice cubes on his head. The cubes soon melted, and I moved in front of him, kneeling down between his legs, and bobbed up and down on his penis.

There he sat, watching his favorite soccer team go ahead of their biggest rivals, as I blew him like there was no tomorrow. I took him as far as I could down my throat (I can’t deep throat), and swirled my tongue around the tip. I squeezed his balls with one hand, I moved the other down between my legs and tickled my clit.

Continuing to give the best head I have ever performed, and had noticed I was fingering my clit so much I was letting out loud groans of pleasure. I finally came, spilling juice over my hand as I heard commotion behind me. Arsenal scored a few minutes after I came, and he unloaded with little warning into my throat. Barely time to react, it was down before I knew, literally, what hit me. I gagged a bit, but I was a trooper and licked the tip clean.

After the game, we grabbed out pool stuff, I slipped into my teeny-tiny bikini, and we moved out by the pool. With nowhere to go that day, we made a pitcher of drinks and rolled a couple of more joints, cranked the tunes, and headed out.

We lathered up with sunscreen, and I took extra time kneading my tits with oil while he watched me. Funny, I love my little bikini but as soon as we laid on the chairs my top was off. We sparked up another joint, each sipped our drinks, then we both slipped on the shades and passed out.

After 30 minutes or so, I unhooked my bottom and slipped it off. I love naked sunbathing. My husband had taken his shorts off, and left them covering just his privates. I called to him…but he didn’t hear me through the music and his daze. I felt horny again. Naked sunbathing always does that.

I moved a hand between my legs, and couldn’t believe how wet I was. First one, then two fingers slipped easily into my pussy. I’d take turns, finger fucking myself for several strokes then taking my fingers out to swirl around my clit. I moved my hand in and out; in and out, getting closer and closer. I reached into our beach bag, slipped out my vibrator, and slipped it into me. I turned it on, and practically yelled out a groan. I sneaked a glance at him, and noticed he was awake, watching me. I pretended not to notice him awake, furiously fucking myself with my favorite pool toy. I came again, squirting come onto my pool towel in a torrent.

I got up, walked to his chair, straddled his chair, removed his sunglasses, and sat down on his face. After all, it much as it was “Man Day”, I needed my pussy eaten and he LOVES to eat my pussy. So, really, this was still all about him, right?

I trapped his head between my thighs and rocked back and forth. Neither had shaved today, so I was careful to keep the friction down while I fucked his tongue, chin, and nose. I drenched his entire face in more of my come as he expertly swirled his tongue around my hole and clit. I finally couldn’t take anymore, spun myself around, slipped a condom over his cock, and sat down on him reverse cowgirl, and leaned forward giving him a good view of my ass cheeks clenching.

I rode him for quite a long while, popping up and down and grinding to and fro. He just laid there, watching my ass and not saying a word. I pulled out my mini-vibe and touched it to my clit. I came for the last time as he dumped a huge load into the rubber. I could feel the membrane stretching inside me.

I climbed off, wiped down his face and cock, and jumped in the pool to wash up. He followed. It was getting late in the day, but we still had some time to lay on the floats before the sun would set. We were both over a half dozen drinks and split four joints, so we were wasted as we floated in the water, drifting in and out of sleep.

We climbed out of the pool and I slipped my bikini back on. While I do love to sunbath naked, I’m not too fond of waltzing around the house with nothing on. We packed up and headed inside. After my husband made us both a big glass of ice water we each downed, he then took the leftover coffee from this morning and starting making some ice coffees. We were both still relatively drunk and spent from the sun, so the coffee gave us both a bit of a jolt. Of course, in an effort to not be parents for the day, he also included a double-shot of Bailey’s in each coffee.

I had earlier marinated some filet mignons for dinner, and also took out some tiger shrimp for some ‘surf-and-turf’ action. I already had a big salad prepared, so my husband lit the grill and started to get it heated up. He changed into those same shorts I love and opened a bottle of wine. I left him to do his grilling while I went to take a shower. We each had a bat hit before departing.

While he cooked the steak and the shrimps, he relaxed on the deck while I cleaned up. Feeling trashed, I took a long shower and let the water run all over myself. etlik escort bayan So far, it had been a good day. I was wondering if I had much more left in me, and also how much longer I was going to stay awake. I have a tendency to fall asleep early on these days. I turned the water ice cold for five minutes to give me a jolt. That seemed to have worked.

To that point, we had already had a lot of sex. Tonight, we were going to make love. Both have a place in our relationship. I’m sure you know the feeling…sometimes, you just need to get laid. Others, you want passion, romance, physical caring. Making love. I lathered my legs and shaved them smooth with a new blade. I then turned to my stubbly pussy and shaved that as well. I like a smooth, shaved pussy. The look, the feel of it when either he or I touch it is something I love. In fact, from my eyebrows down I am completely bald. I love the feeling of it. Tonight, I made sure it was a little extra smooth as I carefully unfolded my labia, spread myself wide, and removed any hint of anything that could get in the way of 100% silky smoothness. Just for fun, I slipped a finger in. “Yep, still works,” I chuckled to nobody in particular.

After I was finished, I rinsed off and applied some oil to my skin. I have this particular oil that costs a fortune, but he said just the smell drives him crazy. I put a little extra on and climbed out. After toweling off, I threw on a robe and went and checked on him. He was chilling on the deck, having a glass of wine, and looked like he had got baked again. I saw the bowl next to him, so I came over, leaned in front of him so he could smell the oil and gave him a view as my tits were basically in his face, and gave him a long, tongue-filled kiss. I took a couple of hits off the bowl, sipped his wine, and left him to finish up the steaks while I went to set the table.

He brought the food in from the grill, put it on the counter, and went to take a shower himself. In the meantime, I got dinner all ready and prettied myself up a bit. There is a fine line between looking hot and looking slutty, and I have it mastered. I put on a nice outfit, with a sexy push-up brad and a black top with a couple of buttons unbuttoned. A short skirt that when I sat hiked way up my legs. Let’s put it this way, if I didn’t shave my pussy I’m quite sure a few wisps of hair would peak out. A nice set of heels, some jewelry, and was ready to go. You read that right…no panties.

He showered up rather quickly and came out. I met him at the bathroom door with a long kiss again. This time, I was really testing him to see how well he shaved. And, it was nice. I imagined him face buried between my thighs later. I felt moist again. We sat down to eat dinner.

We had a nice dinner, sitting across from each other and having our second glass of wine. I could see him sneaking a peak at my tits, so I took care to nonchalantly move occasionally to make sure he had a good look. I love to play coy…giving a thrill while acting naive. I enjoy that with all men. My husband says he likes to see others sneaking peaks at me. They get to wish they could fuck me…he gets to fuck me. I get to act hot and get laid. ‘It’s a win-win for everyone’, he says.

After dinner, I let him go to the living room while I picked up. The dishes could wait. It was dark now, and we were both past our previous drunkenness, but still a bit buzzed. I opened another bottle of wine and sat next to him on the couch. He put on the TV, and asked what I wanted to watch. I left it up to him, and I knew where he was going.

“Let’s see if there is a movie on”, he said. I can read him like a book. He spent a few minutes going through our Premium channels, and ended up on one with some Adult Movies. These are more of the soft-porn variety, showing lots of tits and ass and some fake sex scenes, nothing terribly dirty. I’m not into the hardcore porn, but I can deal with this on occasion.

I left to go pee, and slipped out of my outfit, leaving the heels and bra on. Still no panties. I heard some commotion, and didn’t know what it was. Needless to say I was quite embarrassed when I walked down the hall to see my friend Valerie (dressed like she had been out clubbing) talking to my husband. There I was, virtually naked, while Valerie was looking like she was upset. “Ooh, I’m sorry!” she yelled out and began to leave. “No, wait a minute. Just give me a minute”, I said and went back to put a robe on.

I came back out in a minute, and my husband (ever the gracious host) had poured Valerie some of the wine and had sparked a joint up. I sat down next to my husband, with Valerie on the other side of him, and we shared the joint. It turns out Valerie was out with a couple of friends, and found out her best friend had been cheating with her boyfriend. She left in a huff and was driving home past our house when she saw our light on. Knowing we always have pot, she stopped in. She doesn’t smoke a lot, but tonight escort etlik was one of those nights.

As we got caught up, I hadn’t even realized the porn was still playing. Neither of us were paying attention, we were caught up in the conversation and the buzz that was filling our heads. I think my husband was secretly enjoying having two hot, half-naked women on either end as he sat in the middle of our L-shaped couch. ‘I hope he doesn’t get any ideas’, I thought. I had one experience with a woman a year earlier, and while it was incredible, it wasn’t anything I was into. That one time it was an anonymous encounter a half a world away. This was a good friend of mine in my house. ‘Not gonna happen.’

Valerie was pouring her heart out as we continued to rip it up. Finishing that bottle, my husband went to get the Grey Goose out of the freezer and said “I’m doing shots”. I figured he was expecting this night to fall apart, and he may as well get wrecked in the process. “I’m joining you!” she yelled. Well, I wasn’t going to sit idly by while that was going on. He got a bottle from the freezer, three shot glasses, and set them up on the coffee table. With porn in the background, we proceeded to shoot back a few shots apiece. Valerie is a good friend, but I was really feeling horny and kind of wanted her to leave.

Now wasted, I leaned back and realized the porno was still playing. What gave it away was the screen showed two women locked in a lesbian sex scene. I watched the scene in quiet, and hadn’t noticed my right tit was out of my robe and pretty much there for all to see. I looked over at Valerie, about to comment that I was sorry for what was on the television when I noticed she was also sitting back and her legs were spread open slightly. Ever so subtly, she opened her legs more and I found myself looking up her skirt to see if she was wearing any panties. She was, a beautiful pair of pink silky see-throughs with a cute little bow on top. I looked up, and saw she was staring right into my eyes.

Without changing her expression one bit, she opened her legs more to give me a full view. I scratched my thigh, then noticed that I wasn’t scratching so much as lightly rubbing along my legs, feeling their smoothness. Still staring at her crotch, I found myself wondering if she was as clean shaven as I was.

The movie ended, and Valerie abruptly got up to go to the bathroom, and I recovered. I noticed my tit hanging out, and my rock hard nipples pointed skyward. My husband sat there, with a tent in his shorts. Valerie came back in and sat in the chair, which swiveled away from the TV and towards us. Again, she sat with her legs apart and bent on the coffee table, giving us both a view, but only if we were to look. My husband is good at sneaking peaks. Me? Not so much. Again, I found myself staring right at her crotch and noticed her panties were now off. Her pussy was shaved, but she left a landing strip just above. ‘Cute decoration’, I thought. I giggled out loud at the thought.

“It’s hot in here”, Valerie said. “And, I’m drunk. Do you have a T-shirt I can change into? And, I can’t drive…can I crash on your couch?”

“No problem,” both my husband and I said at the same time. I think he more excitedly than I. While I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind, I still didn’t have any intentions on taking this further than it was. I went to grab a comfy t-shirt and left them both in here.

I returned a minute later to see her shirt completely unbuttoned and she fanned herself with a magazine. I tossed her a T-shirt and said to my husband “Why don’t you get up so I can make up the couch for Valerie to sleep on?” He hesitated, realizing that he had a solid hard-on still going. Valerie noticed his tent, and chuckled “It’s OK, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before!” He got up and tried to move around the table and around me. We bumped, and I fell onto Valerie’s lap. She grabbed me to keep from falling further, and squeezed me tight. I turned to get up, our faces a few inches apart, and I stared into her eyes. I knew, and I think she knew, this was the moment of truth.

She went for it…and I didn’t back down. We locked into a long kiss, running our fingers through each other’s hair. It was passionate…more passionate than any kiss I have ever had. I’m not even sure if I fully realized what was going on, but there I was, leaning over her, kissing her madly. She slipped a hand into my robe and with one motion untied the knot and it fell to the floor. I stood before her, completely naked, and stopped. What was I doing? I couldn’t stop myself for long. I leaned into her again to kiss her and my breasts fell against her hands. She grabbed them both and pinched each nipple, lightly at first. “Tighter”, I moaned. She followed instructions well.

I stood her up and we locked into another embrace. We fell onto the couch next to my husband, who was just sitting there watching the action and not making a sound. We were rolling around and I pulled her shirt off her, then unhooked her bra. Each of her tits fell out. She has beautiful tits. Firm, natural, and perky. I sucked her left breast into my mouth while she rubbed my head with both hands. I held her tightly, still oblivious to my husband, when I felt a hand on my ass.

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The Camera Never Lies Ch. 01

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It wasn’t often that Sara Jennings felt foolish. Foolish or embarrassed for that matter, but that was exactly how she felt as she walked back to her car, cardboard box in her arms. You’d think that the least that grubby looking clerk could have done was help her carry her purchase out to her car, she thought to herself, but that would probably have been asking too much. Oh well, at least he had shown her how to operate it.

The “it” was what was know as a spycam.When set up it could be motion activated and record up to three hours of video on its own self contained hard drive. The recording could then be played back on any computer with only a USB connection. Simple. If only that clerk had stopped staring at her body while he showed her how it worked. Sara could tell that he wanted to know what or who she would be recording but he probably would never have understood her reasons. Hell, Sara wasn’t sure she understood it completely herself.

She slid into her car and pulled down the visor with the vanity mirror. She was still a knockout at thirty-eight, there was no denying that. Long black hair, framing a beautiful face with green eyes and full, pouting lips. A face any man would want. Why then had her husband been ignoring her lately? She sighed and pushed the visor back up and drove home.

In fact it had been over two months since Mark had touched her and wanted her sexually. Two months!! There were always excuses, most of them half believable. He was too tired. He had a lot on his plate at work. He had to stay up late and work. And so on and so on.

Well Sara worked too but she needed sex and she needed it badly. Her beautiful body ached with the need to be fucked. Why just the thought of Mark’s cock was enough to get her pussy soaked. If she didn’t get some cock soon she thought she might go out of her head.

The problem was that she had become convinced that Mark was having an affair. What was worse, Sara was convinced that Mark was bringing his mistress, whoever she was, right into her bed in her own room.

. Sara was on the road two or three nights a week in her capacity as a sales rep for a large cosmetics company. It had never been easy, all that traveling, especially with their daughter Mindy still at home. Sara had never felt that she had been able to give Mindy the attention she deserved but she had done the best she could. You had to pay the bills and Mark’s salary alone was not enough.

But Mindy was eighteen now. She wasn’t home half the time what with school and other activities and that meant that Mark was home alone at least two nights a week. Two nights with time and god knows what else on his hands.

At the same time Mark had started ignoring her needs; Sara’s female antenna had started noticing other things. An occasional faint smell of perfume in her bedroom, fresh sheets on the bed when she came home from a road trip, and all of Mark’s underwear washed and neatly put away instead of piled into the dirty clothes hamper. Nothing that you could call a smoking gun but Sara had become alarmed. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she had become that something was going on. Finally she decided that she just had to know if she was right. Thus, the spy cam.

When Sara pulled into her driveway Mindy was just leaving the house.

“Going out honey?”

“Yeah Mom, going over to Gina’s”

“Try to be home for dinner Min. You know I’ll be gone for a couple of days starting tomorrow.”

“Ok, we’ll see, bye mom.” Mindy climbed into Gina’s waiting car and with a quick wave was gone. Sara stared after her. It was hard to believe Mindy was eighteen already. Where had the time gone? She seemed so independent now, like she didn’t even need her parents anymore. She was so grown up in certain ways and yet just a little girl in others. Physically she was still at the crossroads between girl and woman. She had her mother’s good looks and long shapely legs and Sara had noticed that her tight t-shirts and short shorts showed off her body to good effect. Too good if you asked Sara but that was the way girls dressed these days so what was a mom to do? Sara sighed and walked inside.

Finding that Mark wasn’t home, Sara went back to her car and got the camera. She hurried to her bedroom and looked around. She had to put the thing at just the right height and angle so it would record anything that happened on her bed. The camera itself looked like an over-sized book and would not be too conspicuous. Her and Mark were both avid readers and usually had a couple of books each spread around the bedroom.

After some trial and error she finally decided on the small bookshelf against the wall of the room. Placing it carefully at just the right angle, she adjusted and readjusted it until she was satisfied that it should give a perfect view of the entire bed.

The built in motion sensor had a small dial that could be preset to prevent the camera from coming on during the day when anyone might walk in the room. She set it for eight o’clock pm. Any time after etlik escort that, whenever anyone moved in front of it, the camera would come on and stay on for twenty minutes. It would stay on as long as it detected any motion but otherwise would shut off to save recording space. Sara didn’t care how all the tech stuff worked as long as it did work. Tonight would be a trial period.

At dinner that night, Mark asked her twice about her forthcoming business trip. Sara was worried that he was confirming the timing of something that might occur when she was gone but she went out of her way to seem casual. No sense putting him on edge now she reasoned so she let him think she was oblivious.

“Mindy will be staying over to Gina’s tomorrow so you’ll have the place to yourself for two whole days.”

“Oh really? Well I’ve got lots of work to catch up on so it’s just as well I guess.”

“Make sure Mindy takes her books with her, she’s got finals coming up soon.”

“Ok.”

About ten o’clock Sara feigned exhaustion and said she was going to get some extra sleep. In reality she wanted the trial test of the camera to start. After changing into her nightgown, she made sure to walk in front of the book two or three times. She stared and listened but could detect no noise or lights from the shelf. Great if the damn thing is working, she thought.

She laid still for a while to see if the recorder would stop after the twenty minutes but fell sound asleep and never even heard Mark come to bed.

In the morning Sara tried not seem anxious but she could barely contain herself. She thought Mindy would never leave for school but finally she left, texting someone on her phone as usual. Mark seemed to linger over his coffee longer than usual but soon he too left. Sara sighed with relief and walked to the bedroom.

After removing the book-camera from the shelf, she walked into the den and sat at the computer. After plugging the USB connector into the computer she had to wait only a moment for the computer to recognize the camera and ask her if she wanted to view the video or download it unto the computers hard drive. She checked view only and waited. Sure enough the camera had worked just as she had hoped. There she was walking past the shelf several times and then climbing into bed. The picture quality was very good really and she heard herself cough quite clearly so the audio evidently worked well too.

She pushed the fast forward button and watched as several minutes went by with no activity. Then Mark walked by and climbed into bed beside her and turned out the light. The camera recorded just darkness after that and then stopped after an interval which she guessed might have been around twenty minutes. It was hard to tell on fast forward but Sara was elated anyway. It had worked! She would be able to see and hear everything that went on in that bedroom perfectly. Well, as long as the light was left on but there wasn’t much she could do about that.

She created a folder and downloaded the video just so she was sure how to do it. After playing it back she was satisfied that she could do anything she wanted to do with any video she captured. A thought entered her mind and made her laugh out loud.

After she proved to herself that Mark was just tired and preoccupied and not fucking around, maybe she would make a special video for him. Something that would get his male juices flowing. She pictured herself propped up on the bed facing the camera with her legs spread wide apart. The camera would see her beautiful wet pussy as she slowly finger fucked herself.

“Mark”, she would purr, “Ohh I want to fuck you so bad baby. I want to feel your big hard cock inside of me. Stroke your dick for me baby, then I’ll suck it for you. I’ll suck it and lick it till its rock hard and then I’ll fuck your brains out baby. Ohh god my pussy’s so wet baby. Come to me Mark, fuck me now!!”

Shit, her pussy was wet. She slid a finger inside her shorts and felt her wetness. Ohh that felt good. Damn it, she didn’t have time for this now, she had to pack and get to the airport. It took a major effort on her part to get off of that chair and get her butt in gear. She licked her wetness off of her finger and then carried the camera back to the bedroom and hooked it up the way it was before. There!

She felt like she was crossing a bridge that she might not be able to return from but it had to be done. She just had to know.

Sighing with relief that this inevitable step had finally been taken, Sara packed her suitcase, gathered her papers together and drove to the airport.

It was the longest two nights of her life. In her hotel room she tried to imagine what might be going on if anything. She tossed and turned for what seemed hours until she slept, more from exhaustion than anything else. She thought the time would never pass.

But of course it did. She returned home in mid morning on the third day to an empty house. Mindy of course was in school and Mark at the office, a fact which etlik escort bayan she confirmed with a brief phone call. Well, nothing to do now but watch the video.

Part of her wanted to take the camera to the nearest dumpster and throw it in. What she had done was wrong, spying on her husband like that. What if there was nothing on the video but normal nighttime stuff? What did that really prove anyway? Maybe he was taking his mistress somewhere else. Maybe there was no mistress and she was just being paranoid. The list of maybes went on endlessly.

She felt a headache starting so she gulped a couple of aspirins and made herself a pot of coffee. While that brewed she retrieved the camera and hooked it up to the computer. She went out to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the computer desk. Well, she thought, here goes nothing. She pushed play and sat back to watch.

At first there wasn’t much. Mark walked past once and the camera recorded about twenty minutes of nothing. She pushed fast forward until the dead space ended and then pushed play again. This time it was the same thing. See, she thought, nothing happened. Twenty more minutes of dead space. She felt her heart rate begin to slow down to a normal level. She hadn’t really noticed how nervous and tense she had been.

She fast forwarded past this dead space. The recording picked up when someone walked past the camera again. This time, however, it wasn’t Mark, it was her daughter Mindy.

What the hell…Sara thought. Mindy was supposed to be at her girlfriend’s house. She must have forgotten something. God, I hope she didn’t walk in on her father and another woman.

But, strangely enough Mindy didn’t leave. She sat down on the bed and pulled the pillows to her and lay back against them. She took out her phone and started texting someone.

Why was she in my room, Sara wondered, and where was Mark?

Mindy kept typing out her text and then Sara saw her push a button which must have been send. She giggled and set her phone on the night table.

“Are you ever going to be finished in there Daddy?” My god, Sara thought, Mark was there. Listening closer she realized that you could just barely make out in the background the sound of the shower running.

“Be out in a minute honey.”

“Well hurry up, I’m starving.”

They must be going out to eat Sara realized. Honey? Sara didn’t remember the last time Mark had called Mindy honey. That was odd. Somewhere in the back of her brain an alarm slowly began gently ringing. Sara tried to ignore it.

Mindy stretched out on the bed like a kitten just awakening from a nap. Her long legs were bare all the way to the top of her shorts and her young breasts pushed against her tight t-shirt. She fluffed her long black hair with both hands and shook her head until her hair fell over her shoulders were she wanted it.

For the first time Sara realized fully that her little girl was almost a woman now, a full grown sexy woman at that. She still had a thin coltish look about her but her body had almost come into its own. Her breasts were more pronounced then Sara had realized and she somehow seemed taller as if she had undergone a growth spurt when Sara wasn’t looking. Her voice was still the voice of a girl but the rest of her… Wow. The boys were going to be all over her before long.

Sara’s thoughts were interrupted as Mindy suddenly sat straight up on the bed and smiled.

“Well, it’s about time Daddy!”

Mark walked into the picture and Sara’s world as she knew it suddenly ended. He wore only a towel around his waist and a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“I wanted to be clean for you baby girl.”

“Get over here Daddy. Right now!”

Mark walked over to the edge of the bed and stood in front of Mindy.

“Did you bring me a surprise Daddy? Something nice for me to play with?” She slid over to the edge of the bed where Mark was standing.

“Oh yes honey, something really nice for you.”

Mindy laughed. “Bet I know where you’re hiding it Daddy. Right here?” She reached out and pulled Mark’s towel off. His cock was rock hard and as she released it from the towel it popped straight out right in front of her face.

Sara pushed stop on the camera as quickly as she could reach the button. She could barely breathe and her heart was pounding. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod she managed to get out. The room seemed to spin around her and she thought she might pass out. Never in her wildest imagination had she expected to see her own daughter and her husband together. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, all of them a jumbled mess.

He must have raped her was her first coherent thought but what she had seen didn’t look like rape. Something must be wrong with them, some type of mental disease. Nothing made any sense. It was horrible, just horrible! The words divorce, jail and disgrace flew through her mind one after another. She tried to stand but felt too weak. Instead she sat motionless, escort etlik too flustered to do much else.

After a time she slowly began to regain some semblance of composure. What am I going to do she wondered. Though every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought she knew that she had to watch the rest of the tape. She wanted to know exactly what had happened so that she could deal with it. No matter what was on that tape, no matter how it sickened her, she had to see it for herself. She braced herself mentally and pushed the play button.

Mindy looked absolutely delighted when her fathers cock was released.

“Oh daddy what a yummy surprise!” Her hand reached out and she began lightly to stroke his cock with her fingers.

“Oh it’s so hard.” Her fingers curled around the head of Marks cock and she squeezed gently.

“Oh honey, that feels so good.”

“It feels so good to me too… I’ve been thinking about this all day in school daddy. I got so wet too.” She used just her fingertips to lovingly stroke up and down the shaft. “I just love the way it feels.” She smiled up at him. “I just love the way it smells.” She bent forward and pressed the tip against her little nose and inhaled.

“Oh god sweetie.” Marks eyes were closed as he waited.

“Ummm! You know what else daddy?”

“What honey?”

“What I like best of all is the way it tastes.” Mindy slowly ran her tongue up the underside of Marks cock from the base all the way to the head.

“Ohh shit” was all Mark could muster at that point.

“Oh that’s so yummy daddy. I want to suck it for you so bad.” Mark let out a moan of pleasure as his daughter slid the head of his cock slowly between those luscious, full lips of hers. She sucked up and down the shaft slowly for a moment and then let his cock slip out of her mouth.

“Daddy?”

“Oh god, yes baby?”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything sweetheart, anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll let me make you cum in my mouth. You know how I love that daddy.”

“Yes honey, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want daddy. All that hot juice in my mouth and on my face and down my throat. I love it so much.” She bent forward and took his cock back in her little mouth.

Slowly at first, but with gradually increasing speed she began sliding her fathers cock in and out of her throat. Her hand grasped his cock firmly and stroked it in time with her sucking. Her other hand reached down and stroked his balls. She would let his dick pop out of her mouth for a moment while she licked and kissed the swollen head and would then resume her sucking. She raised his cock straight up so that she could lick his balls too.

“Daddy, do you like the way I suck your cock? Am I a good little girl?”

“Oh baby, you’re the best daughter a man could have. Ohh, do that again.”

“You like it when I lick your balls don’t you? They’re yummy too.” She tried to fit his whole testicle into her mouth and gently sucked on it before releasing it and returning to his cock.

Sara could hear the slurping noises her daughter made sucking that cock. Her hand was stroking it more insistently now, seemingly eager to reap her reward. Sara was stunned into complete silence by this time. She hated what was happening but she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Something else was weird too. She couldn’t explain it but on some level she was becoming aroused herself. This can’t be, she told herself but the signs were unmistakable. Her pussy was starting to get wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t believe it and she hated it but it was true.

Back on the screen Sara’s daughter had both hands firmly wrapped around her father’s cock as her lovely teenaged mouth sucked up and down on it. Mark thrust his hips forward and grasped his daughter’s head and began fucking her mouth in time with her sucking. Neither of them spoke aloud now but they were both working in tandem for the same goal. Mark longed to feel his hot cum squirt from his cock into his daughter’s eager mouth and Mindy wanted the same thing even more than he did.

After a few moments Mark’s knees began to shake slightly and his hips pushed even farther forward.

“Oh god honey, I’m getting close, so close.”

Mindy pulled his cock from her mouth just long enough to say, “Cum for me daddy. Feed me that hot juice!!”

Mark felt the pressure building in his loins. That sweet pressure that told him it would be just a few seconds longer. Then he could shoot his hot jizz down his daughter’s eager throat. Just the thought made it happen that much quicker.

“Oh baby, here it comes honey, here it comes.” Mindy pulled his cock out and opened her mouth wide and stuck out her cute pink tongue. She knew her daddy liked to watch it shoot off right unto her tongue and lips. Anyway, if any of it missed her mouth she could always lick it up after. She continued squeezing it and jerking it.

“Shoot it daddy!! Fill my mouth up!!”

Mark tilted his head back and let out an animal moan. The first spurt was huge and landed far back in Mindy’s eager throat. Her tongue curled inward, trying to keep it from pouring out of her mouth. Two more quick, large discharges shot into Mindy’s mouth before the next gob splattered against her nose and ran down her wet lips.

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Making Friends With An Old Nemesis

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Let me start out by saying this: I hated my ex-girlfriend’s sister. She was the “golden child” of the two and could get away with murder. As such I had said some things about her that made it to her ears, so for a long time we had been enemies. That is, until Kelly and I had broken up. Then Jenna, her younger sister, had finally tried to make amends. Which really didn’t go over well with me.

So I suppose descriptions are in order. Kelly, my ex, is fairly short, and weighing in at about 140 pounds, she has quite the curvy physique. She has a round face with small puffy lips and rosy cheeks. He hair is shoulder length, dark brown with blonde streaks. She always wore here black plastic “emo glasses,” which I though always looked great on her. Her curviness was amplified by her big D-cup breasts that had, for five years, been a great obsession of mine.

Her sister Jenna, on the other hand, was around the same height, but two years younger. She was a bit on the overweight side, around 170 pounds, making her quite curvy to behold. She dyed her hair a bright red, her curls coming down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She always wore a bit too much bright-coloured makeup around her eyes (usually green to contrast her hair) and she had freckled rosy cheeks. She had a big round ass and thick, tree-trunk like legs from her hobby of swimming constantly. But her big beautiful rear wasn’t what grabbed everyone’s attention. It was her huge, E-cup breasts. They were absolutely massive, and, frankly, hard not to stare at.

I had fantasized about that stupid girl a lot, mainly about those gargantuan tits. But after Kelly and I broke up, it had worn off. I hadn’t thought about her sister in a long time. As an artist, I had drawn pictures of Jenna as I imagined her, trying to think of what her nipples would look like. I never thought I’d actually get to see them. That’s what this story is all about, however.

The leaves were just starting to turn on the fall day I found myself at Kelly’s parents house. I had gone over to watch movies and play games with her and her sister, thinking it would just be the same old sort of event. I had only been there for five minutes or so when Kelly headed downstairs to set up a movie on their huge flatscreen TV. I made my way towards the kitchen to get a drink when I heard a voice mumble form behind me in the living room.

“You know, I wish I could make you hate me a little less,” Jenna, said after Kelly went downstairs to set up the movie we were all going to watch together. Jenna was hugging a huge fluffy purple blanket close to her, regrettably stifling any hopes I had of staring at her massive tits in the black tank-top I knew she was wearing.

“I don’t hate you. We just don’t really get along because of your parents favouring you,” I said, shrugging and opening the fridge.

“Yeah but that’s not exactly my fault, now is it?” she asked, sounding peeved.

I sighed and pulled out a beer, closing the fridge door, “I know that. I guess it just really bugs me,” I stated.

As I popped the lid off of the bottle and took a swig of beer, Jenna lowered her arms and held the blanket at her stomach. She looked away in thought, letting me glance fleetingly at her impressive cleavage, the cleft between her huge breasts perfectly visible. She looked back at me and I looked away, and I heard her mumble, “I wish I could get you to like me more…”

I shrugged again and said, “so do I. But I can’t etlik escort think of anyway to improve our relationship.

Jenna rubbed the back of her neck, staring at the floor in thought, “hmmm…” she muttered. And with that, I headed downstairs.

When I got downstairs I had to go to the bathroom, so did so, and when I came out Jenna was sitting in the middle of the large couch next to Kelly. I sat down on Jenna’s right and asked, “why’s she in the middle?”

My ex rolled her eyes, “she’s really cold, so let’s all curl up in the blanket so we all warm up.” I shrugged and pulled the blanket over my lap, pulling up my knees to my chest. I cocked an eyebrow at Jenna as she did the same.

Kelly hit play on the movie, the new Grinch movie, and I sighed with distaste, thankfully masked by the opening score of the film. I really hated the movie, but the two sisters loved it, so I kept my mouth shut.

About five minutes into the film I felt a hand slide onto my thigh, and, realizing it couldn’t be Kelly I looked over at Jenna. She was still watching the movie intently, so I decided to see what she was doing. Her hand slowly slid onto the crotch of my pyjama pants, and she began rubbing slowly up and down, my cock growing harder by the second. I was worried the movement would be obvious with blanket movement, but having the blanket over our curled knees masked what Jenna was doing in secret.

As my hard on finally reached it’s peak, Jenna slid her hand down the front of my pants and boxers and gripped my bare cock lightly in her soft hand. I bit my lip in pleasure and slowly moved my hand into Jenna’s lap. I saw her mouth open a bit in surprise, thankfully not noticed by Kelly as she laughed along with the movie.

I laughed at something in the movie as I played with the elastic waistband of Jenna’s pyjama pants. She continued to masturbate my raging cock wordlessly under the blanket as I slid my hand down her abdomen and into her panties. She bit her lip to keep from making a noise as my middle finger slid down her juicy, soaking wet slit. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. It felt like she had wanted to be intimate with me for a long time.

My ex-girlfriend’s sister nervously picked up the pace, jerking me off faster under the blanket as I slid my finger slowly into her dripping wet, tight little cunt. I felt my cock begin to get a little slick as she worked it up and down, pre-cum dripping from the tip and down my shaft.

I brought up my thumb and began rubbing up and down Jenna’s hard little clit as my middle finger continued sliding in and out of her tight little pussy. I saw her visibly bite her lip harder and her hand clenched my cock tight as she got close to having an immense orgasm. I just prayed she could keep quiet.

All at once I felt Jenna’s tight little cunt clamp down on my finger and she shuddered but once as she wordlessly orgasmed. I couldn’t believe she managed to keep quiet as she violently orgasmed, her soaking hole dilating and releasing madly around my dripping wet finger.

As Jenna’s orgasm subsided her free hand pushed my hand off her ravaged pussy, and, gripping my wrist, she made me wipe my hand on her panties, covering them in her own slick juices. She looked at me, wide eyed, with pure lust, and I pouted dramatically as she let go of my throbbing cock, pulling her hand out of my pants. I read her lips as she silently mouthed “meet me in the bathroom,” and etlik escort bayan then she brought her hand up and licked her fingers of the pre-cum spread on them. I licked my lips and nodded once.

“I gotta go up to my room for a few minutes, can you pause the movie?” Jenna asked, turning to Kelly.

“Sure,” my ex said, doing so. I thought for a second as Jenna got up and started to head towards the stairs.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I grumbled, getting up and following her sister.

“M’kay,” Kelly said, not suspecting a thing.

When I got upstairs I headed straight to the main floor bathroom, opening the half-closed door to find Jenna standing their waiting, “thanks for that… I thought I was going to scream,” she said with a smile. I just smiled back, and with that she closed and locked the door behind me and dropped to her knees in front of me.

Jenna brought her hands up and undid the button on the crotch of my pyjama pants, and I couldn’t say a single thing as she did so, staring straight down the top of her tank-top at her huge breasts, heaving as she breathed heavily. She raised her eyebrows in wonder as she pulled my rock-hard dick out the front of my pyjamas. She wordlessly stared at it, then closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth and sliding her soft wet lips onto my hardness.

Now Kelly could never really suck on my dick because she has a tiny mouth and a gag reflex, but Jenna had a huge mouth and apparently no gag reflex, as she continued pressing onto my cock, her lips sliding down my shaft until the tip of my cock rubbed the back of my throat. I groaned quietly in pleasure, and I heard her chuckle quietly.

And then my ex’s sister started sucking my cock better than I could ever dream of. She slid her lips upwards all the way to the tip while her tongue swirled around my shaft deftly, then she would put her tongue underneath it and push her head back down, impaling herself on my raging hard-on. She began to pick up her pace as my legs shook slightly, her head bobbing furiously up and down while her tongue worked me over. I grabbed onto the door frame to keep my balance while she gave me her heavenly blowjob.

And then all at once, Jenna stopped, her lips at the base of my cock, its tip rubbing the back of her throat, and my blood went cold as I heard a knock on the door, “you okay you douche?” Kelly asked.

“Y- yeah,” I stammered, “my stomach is bothering me.”

She replied, “oh. Anything I can get you?”

I bit my lips and answered, “no thanks. I’m okay for now.”

There was a good ten seconds pause, neither Jenna nor I moving at all, my cock still shoved firmly in her mouth, before my ex asked, “any idea where Jenna is?”

I shuddered as her nibbled my cock gently as if to remind me to refrain from saying, ‘her lips are wrapped around my dick.’

I quickly composed myself and replied, “no idea.” So she said she was going back downstairs, and after about thirty seconds I finally spoke.

“God that was close… Man I want to cum so fucking bad…” I said, squirming.

Jenna pulled her head off my raging hard on and cocked an eyebrow in thought before saying, “I know what might help with that.” Nothing could prepare me for what she did.

My ex-girlfriend’s sister grabbed the top of her tank-top and yanked it and her bra down, and her massive tits spilled out, bouncing in front of my cock. My eyes went escort etlik wide with surprise, and Jenna just looked up at me, smiling, and she grabbed her breasts, pulled them up, and then let go, letting them fall and bounce on their own.

Her nipples were big and puffy, but hard with arousal, and I could think of nothing but sucking on them when Jenna asked, “that do anything for you?”

I nodded furiously and began jerking off like my life depended on it. My cock, slick with Jenna’s saliva, throbbed wildly as I worked it over as fast as I could, my hand a blur of motion as I jerked off to the sight of finally seeing Jenna’s mammoth breasts.

Jenna chuckled and then began playing with her huge tits, putting on a show. She squeezed them tight in her hands, pushed them together, jiggled them from side to side, bounced them up and down. She put on the best show I have ever seen, her tits constantly in motion, and I groaned as my orgasm grew nearer.

At one point she brought up her right breast and leaned forward, rubbing her puffy nipple against the head of my cock, a thing rope of pre-cum being pulled off my cock when she pulled away. Then my ex’s sister began bouncing up and down on her knees, kneeling up and sitting down, her huge tits bouncing up and down in a perfect rhythm. I knew I was about to shoot my load, so I aimed my cock up so my load would spill into my own hand.

Jenna knew what I was doing so she grabbed the sides of her massive tits and pushed them tightly together, asking, “are you going to cum on them or not?”

Right on cue, I aimed down, my balls shuddering suddenly, and my body shook as the first rope of my hot cum shot over my target, spraying against Jenna’s lover lip and chin. She began to lick it off her lip as the second and third shots blasted in between her heaving, pressed together breasts, creating a pool of white hot cum in between them. And then I began to shake uncontrollably, and my hand shook as I continued cumming, shot after shot of my thick seed spraying uncontrollably all over my ex-girlfriend’s sister’s huge tits, covering them top to bottom and side to side with my seemingly unending load.

Jenna chuckled as my orgasm finally subsided, and I let go of my softening cock so I could regain my balance. “Mmmm…” She murmured as she put her hands underneath her huge cum-covered tits and brought them up towards her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and she began licking, sucking, and slurping every drop of my cum off her big breasts. My eyes were taking one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

When Jenna was finished, she opened her mouth to show me the ridiculously huge load of cum she had gotten off her breasts, her mouth practically full, and then she let it slide down her throat slowly, savouring the taste. “Yummy!” she said with a grin when she had finished swallowing.

She pulled up her bra and tank-top, rearranging them over her big tits, then asked, “so how do you feel about me now?”

I smiled shyly and replied, “a lot better.”

She chuckled and stood up, “good, because you’re a lot more fun than most guys. No one will even fuck me in the ass!”

I cocked an eyebrow and scoffed, “and you think I will?”

She turned around and pulled down her pyjama pants and panties, giving me a perfect look at her big, round ass. My ex’s sister grabbed my hand and pressed it against her ass, making me squeeze it tight, asking, “what you don’t like it? I mean, you’d get to play with my titties while you did it too… ” She let go of my hand, pulling up her pants and pouting comically at me.

I scratched my chin dramatically in thought, “well… When you put it that way…” I winked and opened the bathroom door.

To be continued?

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The Bug That Got Me Mom Ch. 04

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I would like to thank ChasP for editing this story for me.

All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

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Dawn awoke to her body shivering. The fire they had lain next to had died to embers and the cold night air blew across her naked body. Her body stirred and her bearings cleared. Next to her lay her son, the wonderful child that just hours ago made her climax like never before. Remembering how he had taken her again awakened her sinful passion as her body begged to feel that monster cock pumping and ramming deep inside her once again.

Dawn felt her pussy moisten as the strange new sexual urge took control over her free will. She had become a slave to her new desires and all thoughts of right and wrong had vanished. The only thing she wanted was her son pounding madly inside her tingling womb.

Dawn reached for his body as her hand trembled and she lightly touched his marvelous young, muscular chest. She no longer felt wrong to touch him this way. To rub her young man’s body gave her great pleasure.

Her pussy tingled as her hand slowly made its way down to his waist. She could hear him breathing lightly as he innocently slept beside her.

Farther down her hand strayed. Down to the spot a mother dare not go. A place that in the world’s eyes was unacceptable and forbidden. But Dawn didn’t care; she only knew she wanted him. She needed him. And she was going to have him. She had become obsessed with what her body beckoned for. He was the only thing that could quench the fire that burned deep inside her. Her hand touched his magnificent manhood and she paused as her fingers felt its hardness. Her son was already stiff. The thing she most desired was now ready to service her dark desire. Dawn opened her hand and enclosed as much of her son’s enormous dick in her palm as she could. Lightly she stroked up and down its great length. Her son’s body responded as she toyed and his hips began to push against her moving hand.

Dawn lowered her other hand down to her sweltering pussy and her finger grazed her clit sending micro orgasms throughout her body. Her clit was hard as a rock and needed to be felt. Her juices flowed freely, seeping out of her mound.

Dawn toyed faster on her swollen nub while she pumped harder on her son. He began to stir and she went lower with her head, inching her mouth closer to the object of her lustful desire.

Her tongue lightly touched the tip of the shaft, and her son moaned. She felt his hands grasp her head and ease her closer. Without any remorse or regret, her mouth opened and slowly eased his enormous pole inside her watering mouth.

“Ohh. Ohh fuckk, mom,” she heard him groan, as her mouth stretched to take all of his girth.

Faster and faster, she went. Billy’s hips pushed up to meet her as her mouth slid down, driving more of his immense meat into her mouth until it was no longer simply in her mouth, but was now sliding down her throat – so deeply it caused her to gag as more and more of it slid inside. Dawn found herself unable to breath as the monster pumped madly.

Billy grasped his mother’s head tightly and pushed her entire mouth on his raging cock until her lips were locked to his boiling balls. Light muffled coughs were heard coming from his mom as his cock erupted its prize down her gagging throat.

“Oh. Fuck, mom. Oh. Fuckk. I’m coming.. Oh your mouth is so fucking fantastic!” he said, even as she tried desperately to pull herself free from his impaling prick.

Billy finally let her go and Dawn came up gasping for air as his hot sperm dribbled down her chin.

“Billy, I couldn’t breathe!” Dawn scolded, but didn’t even wait for a response as she moved herself onto his mouth with her needing pussy.

“Eat me!” Dawn pleaded as she pushed her hot mound to her son’s lips. “Eat mommy. Make me cum. Mommy needs your tongue.”

Billy did as he was told and licked his mother’s sweet nectar as it smeared his face.

“Ohh. Ohh. Yes, Billy, that’s it. Yes… Yes… Right there. Don’t stop. Ohh. Fuck, please don’t stop,” Dawn pleaded as her first climax sent waves of pleasure throughout her trembling body.

Billy kept licking and sucking as more and more of her juices escaped her swollen hot cunt, and his dick rose again to the occasion.

Dawn eyed her son’s massive monster growing before her eyes, and her mouth watered as Billy licked and lapped at her pussy. She leaned over and devoured his stiff tool again, taking him as deep as she could handle.

As moans and grunts of sexual pleasure filled the cold night air, the sounds traveled to Greg and woke him. Still not fully alert, the sounds of sex pierced his brain and his eyes opened.

Greg looked over the embers to and saw his wife and son engaging again in their forbidden foreplay. He knew that before, Billy’s sex with his wife was to help him cover his own misguided mistake with his daughter, but now it sounded different. There was no sign of resistance from his etlik escort wife as she eagerly sucked on her son’s cock. He could hear moans of pleasure from her as his son hungrily feasted on her pussy. He couldn’t stop watching; their incestual romp filled his own mind with thoughts of pleasure. His dick wanted to feel what they were experiencing. His passion grew more and more as the sounds of sex filled the night sky.

Greg looked over at his sweet daughter. She slept peacefully as the moans from his wife became louder. His dick grew stiffer and stiffer, almost painfully so. He needed relief. He needed to feel his little girl’s soft skin against him again. He needed her hot pussy dancing on his cock. Greg moved himself closer to his daughter and lightly traced his hand over her soft breasts, causing her to softly moan. Her body twitched as his hand played with her globes and her perky nipples stiffened under his fingers.

Dawn needed to feel her son’s cock inside her now. She slipped his dick out of her mouth and turned herself around. Straddling his body, she lowered herself down until her pussy came in contact with his rod. Dawn grabbed his giant pole and guided it to her entrance and eased herself down. Farther and farther down her body descended. Letting her pussy swallow his huge cock, she said “Ohh. Fuck. Billy!!!! You’re so big. I’ve never had anything like that inside me before. Ohh. Awww!” Dawn wailed as her love-hole stretched wider and wider until she felt all of him inside. Slowly Dawn eased herself up an inch, and then back down. And eased up another inch and then back down. Up and down she went as her pace slowly increased and slid more and more of his massive dick in and out of her, until finally she was bouncing and slamming her hot stretched cunt forcefully on her son’s enormous stiff cock. “Ohh. Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me. I want to feel you fill me again. Give me your seed. Oh. Your. Oh god, you’re touching my G spot. Oh My GOD!!!” Dawn screamed, as waves and waves of pleasure filled her quivering body.

Greg couldn’t take anymore. His hands wormed their way down his daughter body until his fingers brushed her sweet mound. He twisted them around until they slid nicely into her.

Stef stirred and her hips twitched as her father worked two fingers deep inside her, warming her love-nest up for his arrival.

Faster his fingers went. Deeper his fingers went. Feverishly he finger-fucked her until her hips bucked to meet his every thrust.

“Oh. Oh. Daddy! Oh. Yes. Oh. Fuck me. Please fuck me,” Stef moaned as her father positioned himself over her petite figure.

“Yes, Daddy. Make love to your daughter. My pussy is waiting for you. Fuck your baby girl. Make me cum again.”

Greg slid his stiff dick along her slit until it parted. He could feel the heat and wetness glide across his hard member as his cock’s head found its mark. With a solid push, half his dick went home. “Ohhh. Fuckkk,” Stef moaned as her body pushed up and sent the rest of her father inside her little pussy.

Greg went faster and faster as the moans from his wife and daughter filled his ears. The sounds of their incestual act had driven him mad. His cock boiled with sperm as his daughter wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips wildly on his tool.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl. Oh. I’m close. You’re going to make your little girl cum.” Stef said this as her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him to her.

Greg pumped faster as he felt her approaching orgasm. Her cunt gripped tightly to his cock, sending his sperm racing to the tip. He felt her body stiffen and her hands squeezed his ass tight as groans whimpered from her lips. His dick-head fattened as has he felt his own climax burst free and send his seed into his little girl. “Oh. Fuck. Stef. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

As Dawn’s body trembled, Billy sat himself up and gently helped his mother back to the ground. Taking her legs he put them over his shoulders as his magical tool plunged deep back into his mother’s wonderful pussy. He had all the control now as his stiff prick rammed deep inside her.

Dawn screamed as his massive cock went even deeper than before. Waves and waves of pleasure rippled through her body as her son wildly fucked her. “Oh. God, Billy. You’re tearing me apart!”

Billy went even faster and harder. Taking hold of her thighs for more leverage, he was able to push even more of his thick dick into her innermost womb. Her cunt clutched and gripped tightly to his shaft as it raced deep inside his screaming mother.

“Is this what you want, mom? Is this how you like to be fucked? I can do this all night. Just ask me. Tell me you love my cock. Tell me you need it.”

“Oh. Yess. God yes. I need it. Fuck mommy! Make me cum again. Oh. Oh. Aww!” Dawn screamed as another climax was set free.

Billy felt her juices erupt again as his own release was closing. Her tight pussy clutched his dick, driving him crazy. He pushed and pushed and pushed and then, etlik escort bayan “Ohhh!!! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.” His sperm exploded and his giant cock throbbed inside his mother as her hips bucked and twisted around. Billy crashed on top of her again as his head spun from the excitement.

Greg eased his weight off his daughter’s body. But Stef touched his arm as she sat up.

“Let’s go into your tent, Daddy. I want to make love to you again,” she said as they both walked to his tent, leaving his wife and son alone to play by themselves.

The four of them made passionate love until day break. Dawn and Billy relocated to his tent and fucked themselves silly. Their lust never diminished; their new sexual desires only deepened. Instead of feeling satisfied, they were left with wanting more. The hunger for sex grew and grew and didn’t show any signs of stopping. Whatever had happened to Billy because of the bite had also affected his mother.

Totally exhausted, they both finally passed out. They awakened at about noon and immediately their sexual hunger returned.

“Oh my god.” Dawn said, as she felt the strange tingle building once more.

“Me too, mom. My dick wants to feel you again.”

“No. Billy. I now understand now what you meant by not being yourself. I feel it myself,” Dawn replied.

Dawn got up and raced out of the tent before her body’s sexual desires could stop her from wanting to leave. Her pussy tingled with every step. Her pussy-lips felt swollen against her clit and her excitement grew. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Like an itch that had to be scratched. Dawn rushed into the woods and found a spot by a big tree. Her hand went down to her pussy and pressed it lightly to her clit. “Ohhh,” Dawn moaned as her body twitched from the touch. Her fingers went; faster and faster, building herself up to climax. She needed more than her fingers rubbing her clit. Her pussy was screaming for something to fill it. Dawn stopped flicking her nub and dug three fingers deep into her wet cunt. Pumping faster and faster, her moans grew louder. Her release was close; she could feel it as another digit went inside. Her body tightened up as her imminent climax broke and sent her over the edge. “Aww. Aww. Aww,” she wailed, as her hips twitched against her hand.

Dawn looked and her mouth dropped as her daughter stood only feet away from her trembling body. “Stef,. I can’t help it. I had to do this. I think I’m infected with something. Whatever bit your brother has affected me,” Dawn said, as tears swelled in her eyes.

“It’s okay, mom. It’s okay. Let’s go tell dad. He’ll know what to do.”

Dawn wept as she explained to Greg what she was feeling. He wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. But he knew he desperately wanted to help his afflicted wife. Billy also felt bad, feeling it was all his fault.

The only thing they could do was seek medical attention. Which meant packing up and leaving. Greg hurried at doing it. Billy also did his best to help, but was finding it unbearable to control his own sexual urges. His cock ragged in his pants and begged to be set free. “Dad,” Billy said “I need to, um, take care of something.” Greg looked down his son’s body and knew what he meant. Realizing it was something he had to do to release the built up sexual tension, Greg half-wondered if Dawn was feeling the same way.

“Okay. But try and make it quick. I want to get you and your mom to a doctor as quick as I can,” Greg replied.

Stef was busy helping also and was only an earshot away. Her mind thought back to the previous night as she and her daddy made wild passionate love. She didn’t want that to end. She didn’t want to go back to the way it was before the camping trip. Her pussy yearned to feel his warm dick filling her up. As Greg walked away to check on their mother, Stef slipped away to find her brother.

Greg found his wife. She was standing inside their tent with her legs crossed tightly as she wept. Greg approached her and lightly touched her shoulder.

“It’s okay, honey. I understand. Don’t suffer. You need to release this feeling,” he said as his hands went down to her pants rim.

“Oh, honey, no. I can’t. I have to control this.”

“I’ll help you,” Greg said as his hands unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them to the ground.

Greg went back to his wife’s needing mound and touched it with his hand.

“Ohhh God, Greg. Oh. I’m so fucking horny,” Dawn said, as her hips pushed against his moving hand.

Dawn reached down and worked Greg pants open. Taking her own hand she fondled her husband’s prick. Both brought themselves to mutual orgasms.

Billy found a secluded spot and stood back against a big oak tree. Quickly he dropped his pants and shorts and wasted no time stroking the monster he now possessed. Billy closed his eyes as his mind reminisced over the images of him fucking his mother. His body jerked as his cock pumped between his fingers. His lust grew more and more escort etlik as the wicked images danced in his brain. And then he felt something else grab his dick and he quickly opened his eyes.

It was Stef. Her hand was gripping his cock as she lowered herself in front of him.

“Stef!” Billy shouted as he watched her head ease closer and closer to his stiff dick.

“What are you doing?!”

“It’s okay, brother,” Stef replied as her mouth closed around her brother’s member.

“Ohhh… Fuck!!!” Billy hissed as the new sensation ran through him. His sister was sucking him off, bringing another incestual desire to life.

Steff eased more and more of her bother inside her mouth. His massive girth filled her mouth as her head began to bob back and forth.

Billy put his hands on her head as his hips rocked, meeting her thrust.

“Ohh. Fuck. Sis. Your mouth is so tight. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Stef bobbed faster as her hands toyed with her cloths. Undoing her pants she wiggled her ass free. Her bare pussy began to moisten as her own sexual desires grew.

Stef took Billy’s shaft out of her mouth, stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Climbing up her brother’s body, she gripped his waist with her legs and began to ease herself down onto her brother’s thick cock.

“Oh. No. Sis. We can’t. You’ll get. Ohhh. Fuckkk!!!” Billy groaned as he felt her tiny pussy stretched over his massive head.

“Oh. My. God. Billy, you’re so fucking huge! Oh. Ohhh. Ohhh!!!” Stef screamed, as Billy’s cock pushed and stretched her little cunt wide.

Billy was lost. His mom was tight but sis was tighter, and the wicked thought of spreading her wide had overcome his worry about infecting her. Billy moved his hands between her thighs and held her weight. Her legs went higher and spread wider giving Billy ample room to send his monster as deep as he wanted. Stef screamed loudly as her tiny pussy expanded to the massive invasion of her brother’s steel rod. Deeper and deeper, Billy’s dick went. His body pushed and thrust hard into his squealing sister as her body bounced up and down.

“Oh. Fuck. Yes, Billy. Oh. I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re fucking me so deep.”

Billy stiff cock rubbed against her g-spot and caused Stef to lose all control. Her climax hit her like a brick and her body tensed sending Billy the signal to release his seed. Billy pushed and pushed as he felt his prick squirt its infected juices into her thrashing body.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Fuckk!!!” Stef wailed as one orgasm rolled into another. Never had her body felt like this as her climaxes went on and on until Billy was holding his sister’s exhausted body in his arms. Stef had passed out and Billy lightly set his sister on the ground by his feet.

Stef woke up panting as her body trembled. She felt his sperm burn inside her womb and spread thought her body. It was a new rush as her emotions grew wild with passion and desire. Her brother’s infection did its job. Stef was now feeling the need for her brother’s meat – just as her mother did.

Stef, on weakened legs, tried to stand; Billy helped her to her feet.

“Billy, we have to get back before I want to fuck that magnificent cock of yours again.”

“Stef. I’m sorry. I should have stopped you. You’re sick now, too, aren’t you?”

“Oh God, yes! I want to fuck you again. I can feel my pussy already dripping.” Stef replied. “I don’t want to get cured. I want this to keep going – us fucking our parents.”

“Stef. Mom’s upset. She wants it to end.”

“Do you? Do you want it to end?” Stef asked.

“No. No I don’t. I want to fuck her until she’s pleading me to stop. But. Now I also want to do the same with you.” Billy replied as he grabbed hold of his sister’s body and pulled her forcefully to him. Their lips crashed together and their tongues played. Stef broke free and pushed him away.

“Wait. We have to get back. We need to change their minds,” Stef announced as she grabbed Billy’s hand and pulled him along.

They approached the camp and heard their parents in their tent. Loud moans and grunts could clearly be heard as they approached the entrance.

In their rush, neither of them had dressed and stood naked as they peeked into the tent. Billy and Stef were awed at the sight of Greg and Dawn standing and facing each other as they masturbated each other. Dawn’s hips pushed against her husband’s hand as she stroked him long and fast.

Both children slipped quietly into the tent. Their presence went unnoticed as their parents played their sexual game. Stef went to her father’s side and Billy to his mother’s. Billy went down on his knees and ran his tongue up his mothers ass crack as Stef reached around her father and grabbed his balls. Both parents quickly opened their eyes as they felt their children joining in their sexual foreplay.

“Oh. No, Billy. Ohh. We. We have stop. Ohhh. Fuck,” Dawn moaned as her son tongued her asshole. “Stef, your mother’s right. We. got to refrain from this.” It was no use. Dawn stopped playing with her husband’s tool as her hands reached back to her son’s head as his tongue dug deeper into her puckered ass. Stef wasted no time and dropped down in front of her father and took his stiff cock inside her mouth.

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The Book of Ruth: Doing Ruth Pt. 02

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Author’s note: This episode of a FICTIONAL memoir includes multiracial, mature, group, and less-than-consensual sex, cheating, incest, and tragedy. All sexual acts involve fairly conscious adult humans. Views expressed are not necessarily the author’s.

You do not NEED to read the first two episodes (BEFORE RUTH and COMING FAST), but doing so will not hurt. You DO need to read the prior episode, DOING RUTH

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***** THE BOOK OF RUTH: Doing Ruth

of 3 *****

— 1989 — summer in the Southland

“Randy, get your ass over here. The judge won’t marry us till you do.”

I groggily nodded to Ruth and stumbled across the wide lawn toward her. I was still looped on painkillers. Nina and Deborah, the soon-to-be mothers-in-law, kept me from falling over. Security goons kept their distance.

The judge was dressed for golf. She peered uncertainly at me.

“This young man is the groom? Is he sober enough?” She shrugged. “Oh well; not my problem. Let’s get this show going now.”

The first days of summer 1989 sucked. I was shot, hospitalized, probed, and grassed. The next few days were not much better, except that Ruth married me. I hoped it would be an improvement.

My escape-the-hospital entourage reached Ruth’s father Allen Shapiro’s big house — the same house where I started fucking Allen’s then-wife Deborah and his older daughter Rachel a decade ago. The Shapiro women looked remarkably alike: tall, dark, aquiline, curvy, radiant, sharp. They tasted much alike. Their genepool was unmistakable.

My own kin were also a matched set. My sister Jill, our mother Nina, and I are all tall and slim, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes and good taut well-exercised bodies. Jill and Nina taste about the same, too. We had been lovers for over a decade.

We left the rented limo and I was led to my doom, er I mean, to marriage. Was I up to this? Like I had a choice…

I managed to notice the impressive turnout for our hasty wedding. Small but close — only immediate family, friends, and lovers. And guards. I was glad to see most of the familiar folk. But I was medically stoned, and happy about all sorts of shit.

I overheard Rachel telling her little sister how to deal with me.

“Look kid, you think all he wants is sex, and that’s mostly right. He’s more about sex than money, sure. But he’s got a twisted streak. Twist him right, and he’ll do whatever you want.”

Shit, was I really that easy to manipulate? I guess I would find out.

I looked around the big manicured yard of Ruth and Rachel’s lawyer dad’s modernist mini-mansion. My impending father-in-law strode up with a fleshy and flashy blonde in tow.

“Randy, I’m so glad you’re making an honest woman of my youngest daughter. I just wish to hell these were better circumstances.” He held out the woman’s hand. “This is my fiancé Nancy. Say hello, Nancy.”

“HELLO, NANCY!” chimed Nancy, Ruth, Rachel, and Deborah in unison, then giggled. Loudly.

My head throbbed. Why the fuck were they doing this to me?

Nancy turned to Ruth. “Tell me again why you insisted on this tiny wedding. You know your father and I can afford something grand.”

Ruth shook her head. “I didn’t want to wait. I want Randy NOW. No time to set up a lavish party, and I don’t really care. I want my man, not a crowd. Besides, any more people, and security would be impossible. The cops are pretty weird about having even us here.” She waved at the small gathering.

Besides the kin and carnal associates, there was my old buddy college Dave Morland, taking time off from his state senate re-election campaign to be my best man; a few closest friends; a few senior Thunderbird International (TBI) staff who looked impatient to get back to our office. A few of Allen’s Hollywood clients were there — no A-list celebs, whew. Large contingents of security guards. And our families.

Yes, our fractured families.

Ruth’s people, of course. Allen and his current girlfriend Nancy. Ruth’s mom Deborah and her new husband Avram, and their young twins — MY twins, though Avram did not know that. Rachel, and her banker husband Ferdie, probably unaware of Rachel and my past and current affairs. They flew in from New Orleans. And I met somebody’s cousins from somewhere.

My people: only Jill and Nina. My sister Jill looked nervous, as she should — we would have a LONG unpleasant conversation when my head cleared. She flew in from New Zealand with a Maori stud, Wiremu te something-or-other. Our mom Nina’s guy Bobby held onto her. Mom looked pale and wan, her left arm in a sling from the gunshot. I was still bandaged and braced too. Dad was probably in Bangkok or thereabouts. Whatever.

A deep voice called to me. “Randy! We’ve just arrived. How are you, son?”

I was startled to see Katia’s economist father Alonzo Fernandez and her stepmother (and lover) Juanita, and their daughter Lola — MY daughter, unbeknownst to Alonzo. çankaya escort Somber Juanita was in a black crepe dress. Alonzo wore his usual immaculate navy pinstripe suit, befitting his dignity. They wore black armbands, for their Katia, who caught two bullets too many.

Katia. She might have been my bride in an alternate timeline. But time and events moved inexorably in other directions. Today, our wedding. Tomorrow, her funeral. Then, our honeymoon. All with tight security.

“I’m still in shock, Dr Fernandez, same as you. Damn, it’s been awful.”

All the Fernandezes hugged me tight. Little Lola tearfully clung to her “Uncle Ran’s” leg. Ruth joined our maudlin embrace. Ruth and Katia had been best friends since kindergarten and my fuck-buddies for years. So many lives torn apart…

Alonzo’s bodyguards stood nearby. Federal marshals, I think they were. They did not talk.

My best man Dave approached without his usual politician’s smile. He pulled me aside, wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Shit, buddy, this is about the weirdest. Well, at least this feels like a safe place. It’s pretty quiet here behind the walls. But wow! The situation outside is something else! Media crews, onlookers, and shitloads of cops. What, you got TWO choppers flying patrol?”

“Yeah, LAPD and National Guard. These guys aren’t taking chances. It’ll be lots worse at the funeral tomorrow too. I can’t wait to get away with Ruth. I don’t even know where we’re honeymooning. Afraid I might spill the secret or something.” I felt dizzy.

“You know what you’re doing afterwards? Got plans, or are you winging it?”

“Oh, I have a plan, all right.” I shot a dark look at my ‘loving’ sister Jill, snuggled against tall dark Wiremu. Were his teeth filed to points? “I’m downright positive it won’t be popular. But it’s got to be done. There’s changes to be made, big changes.”

“You’re not going off into dumb-ass territory, I hope? Look, I can give you some political cover, and the Shapiros and Fernandezes will be with you, you know that — but not if you do something stupid. Don’t be stupid, now.”

“No, no, nothing stupid. Only what’s necessary. Fuck, I need to sit down.”

I collapsed in a patio chair and awaited the inevitable.

Fragments of conversation swirled around me. “Oh, did you see the…” “Yeah, the Moscow liaison was lying…” “I can’t believe they had the nerve to…” “She’s so wasted…” “Look at those teeth…” and yada yada. It all blurred.

The event rolled along inexorably.

I was dragged into place. We gathered around the judge: me and groomsman Dave, and Ruth and bridesmaid Rachel. Our mothers and Mr Shapiro stood for us. Jill kept her distance with hulking Wiremu. Ruth and I held our own rings to exchange. Two unobtrusive photographers recorded the event — a simple, quiet ceremony, except for helicopters.

The judge made some introductory remarks. I do not remember much. Speeches always put me to sleep. I struggled to pull my dopey eyelids open.

Then it came: The Big Moment.

“Do you, Randall Orson van Ronk, take…” yada yada yada.

“Uh, yeah, sure, you bet, yes,” I mumbled, still dizzy.

“Do you, Ruth-Ann Tamara Shapiro, take…” yada yada.

“HELL YES, I DO!” Ruth shouted, and grabbed me, and clung to me like a limpet, and forced her mouth against mine, her tongue probing my uvula.

“Well, you’ve started a little early, but, whatever… Anyway, by the power vested in me by the great State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. I’d tell you to kiss, but… okay, that’s enough. Can I get out of here now? I don’t want to miss my foursome at Northridge. Allen, can I get a drink before I go? Sheesh, what a clusterfu…”

The judge wandered off for liquid refreshment and an escorted ride to the links. Ruth hung onto me like her life was at stake. Maybe it was.

Okay, now we were married. Hurrah.

The pavilion behind Allen’s serpentine swimming pool housed the reception. I assumed the classical string quartet had been frisked and the catered food all tested for toxins. Everyone danced with everyone they dared. Nobody got too drunk. Nobody climbed the wall in either direction.

And afterwards? Most everyone left, so the security crew thinned out a bit.

Ruth dragged me to the mini-mansion’s guest quarters serving as our bridal suite. I’m sure we had sex then, like we had so many times before… no, wait, I had fucked Rachel and Deb there, but not Ruth. They all looked so alike. This was a first!

Yeah, I’m sure we had sex that night. We must have officially consummated our marriage. We had to, right? I just do not remember much.

I was still loopy. Opiate painkillers do that to me. Even after a good 69.

I woke fairly early. I remained dazed. I unwrapped snoring Ruth’s arms from around my neck and crawled out of bed. I managed to find the ensuite loo; managed to aim my urine stream into the toilet; managed not to fall over.

But I did not have the strength or escort çankaya coordination to return to bed. I fell onto the big comfortable couch that probably still had my semen embedded in the upholstery from years past.

Newspapers and magazines, dailies and recent newsweeklies, dotted the end tables. Headlines blared: SHOOTOUT IN BEVERLY HILLS – THREE DEAD, FOUR WOUNDED

Moscow Mob Boss’s Consort Targeted, Narrowly Escapes Death

Investigators Probe Murderous Rodeo Drive Attack

TRAGEDY HITS FEDERAL RESERVE FIGURE

Senior Fed Economic Advisor’s Daughter Killed In Gang Shooting

Local Entrepreneur Shot – Link To USSR Gangs?

FEDERAL RESERVE TIGHTENS SECURITY Shit was hitting the proverbial fan and I was directly in the slipstream. I had my own questions. I was sure I would not like the answers.

=====

I also knew I would not enjoy this day. Security at our wedding yesterday was tight. Why? Because Dr Fernandez was there, and he would be a juicy target for someone seriously disliking the Federal Reserve.

But today, for Katia’s funeral? Talk about lock-down! Attendees included most Federal Reserve governors, some western states governors and US senators, and various of the nation’s financial elite. And the fucking Vice President of the USA! At least the President was safely on the other side of the planet, too far away to do any harm here.

I had to go. No excuses. I was honorary family. So was Ruth. And Jill… well, not so much, but she was there too, still looking very nervous. She and I would be even more nervous when the services ended. We had more interrogations scheduled.

The big players attending were exactly the people Jill would love for schmooze and network sessions. I preferred to stay below the radar. That was not possible today. Too many powerful eyes saw me, wondered about me.

Small motorcades of armored Chevy Suburbans with tinted bulletproof windows converged on a secluded hilltop cemetery, hidden from Los Angeles’ urban sprawl. We van Ronks rode together in one SUV. None of us spoke during the doleful drive. We had nothing to say the armed driver should hear.

You want funeral details? Tough. You will not hear them from me.

Helicopters and light planes maintained a cordon sanitaire far enough around the cemetery that their engine noise did not really drown the bleak proceedings. Nobody attacked the dignitaries here.

Funerals suck. Especially funerals for lovers. All the tearful friends and relations, the powerful family associates, the somber faces and voices — they’re all irrelevant when a body you’ve held and loved for years is planted underground.

A funeral is a somber but social occasion. Condoling and schmoozing and networking occurred before and after the rites, and probably during. Ruth and I stood with the Fernandezes at their insistence. We shared their misery. We mumbled responses to well-wishers and arrogant snots alike.

The assemblage broke up. The powerful were whisked away, all but Dr Fernandez and the Federal Reserve Chairman. They conferred in whispers. We van Ronks and Fernandezes stood by the graveside. Goodbye, Katia.

=====

Time to go. Everybody went home — all except me and Jill. Brisk FBI agents escorted us to another paramilitary Suburban and drove us silently downtown.

More interrogations followed, by alphabet agencies and anonymous accents. I had little to offer. I did not know what Jill admitted. But we were released and warned not to leave the county.

Nina and Ruth awaited us in the federal building lobby. I hugged Ruth and told her to go to her father’s house — I had serious family business to tend. Her driver-bodyguard packed her away.

Nina drove us home to Santa Monica. Yeah, we still lived in our old house when we were nearby. Jill was silent during the drive.

“Thanks for everything, Mom. Jill and I need to talk now. It’s time.”

“I’ll be at Bobby’s. Jill, tell the truth. Ran, don’t kill her. Not yet.”

Nina left. I turned to my big sister, my best friend for ever and ever, my lover, my boss, my… betrayer? I pushed her into a living-room chair. I paced and fumed.

“Cut the crap, Jill. What’s with this Russian Mafiya shit?”

Jill was uncertain, vague — not her characteristic commanding self.

“Y’know, we’re materials brokers, that’s all. Our TBI network finds stuff to buy and sell, and sources and markets for the goods. We try to get the best prices all around. It’s not real important to me exactly where it goes or comes from, as long as we take our cut, and…”

I interrupted. “I knew all this long ago. Quit stalling.”

Jill sighed. “Well, lots of our stuff goes through Red-zone players. The whole Soviet system is rotten, corrupt. It’s a kleptocracy, rule by thieves. Officials are gangsters and vice-versa. Legality is irrelevant — if they say it’s legal, it is. And they have the guns to enforce that.

“I don’t ask for details. I just want stuff to move. We play straight with whatever çankaya escort bayan rules apply — as straight as we can, anyway. You know the fucking thieves we have to deal with around the world. Here in America, too. Can’t trust anyone.

“So when we broker a deal for alloys or ores or gems or whatever, we know the customers may not be nice guys. We deal with them anyway. That’s business. We deal with assholes. I hold my nose and take their money.”

I interrupted again. “And now Katia’s dead because you swapped cash and assets with some Muskovite murderer? Is that the story?”

“No, no, it’s not like that. She wasn’t involved at all.”

“NOT INVOLVED?? She’s DEAD and she wasn’t fucking INVOLVED??”

Jill looked scared. “Look, this shouldn’t have happened. I had no idea Dmitri’s girl was around. I had no idea they were targeted. I just…”

“WAIT! You said, ‘Dmitri’s girl’. Do you KNOW him, and her?”

“Well, yeah, just in passing. I mean, we do a little business with Dmitri, and…”

“STOP! How about Dmitri’s enemies? You do business with them too?”

“Hey, everybody has enemies, everybody does business. I can’t just…”

“FUCK THIS! So you, so WE, do business-as-usual with whoever killed Katia, is that it? Is it?”

Jill nodded.

I was infuriated.

“WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!? Do you have any fucking sense of right and wrong at all? You not only involve us with total scum — you get inside their games, and put us in their fucking shootouts! Dmitri’s enemies hit Dmitri’s girl, and me and Katia and your own fucking mother are right in the crossfire. And for you, it’s only part of doing business? Fuck this!”

I stomped and ventilated with Jill frozen in the chair. My anger almost boiled into rage. Did I consider killing my sister? Yes. Beating her? Shit yes! Ever fucking her again? No way. My guts churned.

I stopped. I calmed but did not cool. I sat in a chair opposite Jill. She opened her mouth, and looked into my eyes, and closed it again. I glared at her and considered.

I can process matters fairly quickly. I ran a decision tree and reached a verdict.

“Jill, what is ThunderBird International worth right now? I don’t mean gross assets versus liabilities. I mean share value of our joint TBI ownership. What are your sixty-five percent and my thirty-five percent, in dollars?”

I saw the calculations churn behind her eyes. She named two figures. Two LARGE figures. Larger than I expected.

“And what’s our cash-on-hand position?” She named another large figure.

“Okay, then. You are going to buy me out. You have the cash to cover it. And don’t fucking argue,” I said as she opened her mouth again. “I’m selling, no matter what. I can find Dmitri and sell to him, or to your worst enemy Jake, or to anyone else, I don’t care. But you’re still my birth sister so you get first option.”

Jill looked ready to argue. I shook my head.

“You have,” I glanced at my wristwatch and made more quick decisions, “one hour. You call your little financial manager toad Kimberley RIGHT NOW, and you tell her to make the transfer happen, RIGHT NOW, or I’ll call Jake and sell straight to him. Your choice.”

Now she looked shocked. “Wait, Randy, you can’t just…”

“FUCK I CAN’T! I’m through with this shit. I’m out of fucking TBI as of five minutes ago. It’s all your show now. Or it’s yours and Jake’s to share, if you don’t move fast. But I am GONE. Pay into my Cayman account. Then fuck off.”

Like I said, I do not know what Jill told our recent interrogators. Whatever it was, no charges had been filed. Yet. But I knew what she told me — and that was more than enough.

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One hour later, I was free from ownership of TBI, free from subservience to Jill, free to live a life with Ruth.

Remember my new wife Ruth? I barely did until now. I took a deep breath. I compartmentalized my mind. I put Jill and TBI and Katia and pain in a back corner and brought Ruth up front. Finally.

Ruth grabbed me as soon as I stumbled through the porte-cochère door into the Shapiro home.

“Are you okay, Ran?” I obviously was not.

“Is your dad around? I need to see him. Now.”

Ruth ran off and returned with casually-clad Allen a minute later.

“You look like leftover shit, son. What’s the matter? I mean, what ELSE is the matter?” Allen looked concerned.

“I need you in lawyer mode, sir. I’m done with TBI. Jill played too many games. I won’t be a part of that, no more. I sold my share to her. Now I need legal separation, a total cutoff from all TBI operations. Would you please run paperwork for me? All my contracts are here.” I handed him a note with my secure FTP site’s address and codes.

“Of course. I’ll get my people on it.” He punched his phone and walked off issuing orders.

Ruth led me into the sunroom and sat me on a padded bench. She held my head. “Ran, tell me. Everything.”

“Jill was involved. Not directly, but yes, she was. No, she didn’t order anything to happen. She just LET it happen.” I held myself together as I unloaded.

“She was tight with both fucking Soviet gangs. No, she didn’t know about the hit, and she sure didn’t want me and Mom and Katia to be hurt. But she doesn’t care who she deals with. It’s only business. Well, I can’t be part of that any more. It’s done.”

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