She Always was an Unusual Girl Ch. 02

She Always was an Unusual Girl Ch. 02

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Thanks for all the comments from last chapter. This was only going to be a one-chapter story, but you convinced me to do a second! I think perhaps next story will be with new characters. Hope you enjoy!

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I woke up slowly, blissfully content wallowing in the brain-fog caused by leftover sleep. I thought hazily to myself that I couldn’t remember being this relaxed in a long time, haven’t felt a sleep that relaxing or deep as the one I was lazily surfacing from. My mind wandered quite aimlessly, trying to put off coming to total wakefulness as long as possible. There was a dream, I think, the details dancing out of my reach. My daughter, my sweet little Madeline, was in in, making me happy…

Suddenly I was awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. Madeline. She had come in last night, soon after I went to bed, chained me up and took advantage of me. Sort of. While I was quite unwilling (or as unwilling as a man can be with a girl bouncing up and down on his cock can be), she claimed that she did it all for my benefit, and I had no reason to disbelieve her. It was an odd thing to do, but she always was an unusual child.

I groaned and swung my legs to the floor. I couldn’t believe that I had just crashed to sleep like that. I should have been tossing and turning all night with the guilt of it all, but perhaps Madeline was right when she said that she could cure my stress. I put my head in my hands, and thought, no, I really can’t put a positive spin on this. I had sex with my daughter last night, and despite how unwilling I was, I still came up into her, and it was wrong, it was immoral, it felt great…

I cut off my thoughts and stormed into the on suite bathroom, and into the shower. I stood under the scalding hot water, trying to wash away what I had done last night. Gods, how could I face her today? What would I say? Should I yell at her? Kick her out? Lecture her? Briefly I had a vision of her sliding opening the door of the shower behind me, pressing her lean body against me, reaching around to grab me…

I cut that thought off quickly, but it kept resurfacing. I angrily shut off the water and quickly and ineffectually towelled off. A little voice in the back of my head said, “Are you angry that you are having these thoughts, or upset she has not come in yet?” I stormed back into my room and got hastily dressed in some casual clothes. It was Saturday. At least I could have the weekend to get my life back to being normal.

I reluctantly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I paused when I saw my daughter with her back to me. On their own accord, my eyes travelled up and down her body that I could see around the chair. Her body was fantastic — I remember hearing something about her working out. Did she do that for me? She was wearing the same robe that I first saw her in last night and my rebellious brain defiantly wondered if she was still wearing that sexy lingerie below it.

My confused thoughts were interrupted by Madeline turning to face me. Her hair was still in its ponytail, she still wore her glasses. I had never realised how pretty she was before all this happened, especially when her face lit up with a smile, as it did now.

“Morning, daddy!” She still called me daddy, despite her having just turned 18. “Sit down, have some cereal. Are you up for doing the gardening today? We really have to tackle that lawn, and the roses certainly need pruning, and…” Madeline kept talking, happily chatting away as she did every morning. Was she not thinking of last night? Did it mean nothing to her? She seemed perfectly fine, except perhaps a little happier than normal.

“Madeline…” I began, but was not sure where to begin.

“Yes, daddy?

“About last night… We… You… It…” I stumbled around, praying that some sentence would magically pour out of my mouth.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. That was merely me relieving your stress and giving your pent-up sexual needs a long-overdue release. We are still daddy and daughter, we don’t need to change our relationship, just for that!”

She beamed at me, and I stared at her. To her it seemed like she had helped me with the shopping, or cleaning the car. She read nothing into it at all. I sighed and made a decision.

“Okay, but seriously? No more chaining me to the bed and forcing yourself on me, okay? We really shouldn’t do that.”

“No probs, old man!” she said, still smiling. “This was a once-off stress killer, we are family, and we can’t just do it for fun, no matter how fantastic it felt!”

I hesitated at this. Time to move on. “Watch it with the old man cracks, okay?” and pretended to attempt to swat her, which she ducked away from, laughing.

Life pretty much turned back to normal. I got on with my work, and Madeline continued with her college studies, studying advanced science. There was no more talk of that night, Vefa Escort and everything was back to the way it was.

Almost.

I felt happier and more relaxed than I had for ages. I decided that I really should be looking for someone, a nice lady who I could get intimate with and who will make me feel this good regularly. Also, and a little less pleasingly, I kept catching myself checking my daughter out. For the first time I could see her wonderful figure disguised well by her baggy out-of-fashion clothes. I kept glancing up as she bent over the table in front of me to be met with a sight of her cleavage. Or walking in the room as she was bending over to pick something up, her perfect ass screaming to be held…

But she was my daughter, and I was stronger than that.

And then I noticed things going subtly wrong. Madeline kept shutting herself in her room for long periods of time with the door shut — not something she usually did. I kept catching her with a frown on her face, as if she was considering a problem, her teeth biting her lip. She began to groom herself even less than usual, skipping more showers, leaving her hair tangled and unkempt. It was harder and harder to draw her into conversations. While this in itself was not too unusual if she was engrossed in a project, such as her taxidermy course (don’t ask — I said she was unusual), she seemed more tense and withdrawn than usual.

Finally I could bear it no more. I sat her down at the kitchen table across from me, and started simple, preparing my big guns for later if I needed them.

“Maddy,” I only ever called her this when I was worried about her, “what’s wrong?” Well, that was all it took. Suddenly my daughter was in my arms crying into my shoulder. I sat there in shock, just patting her shoulder. “Is this about that night where you…”

“No, daddy, I told you, that was nothing,” she managed to get out between sobs. She then continued her cry. I let her go through it, her tears and drool seeping through my shirt, and my ears stinging with empathetic tears of my own.

Finally she settled enough to talk. “It’s my course at college. It isn’t going so well. My mice are not responding in the way I hoped they would to the trials. It looks as if I may need to scrap the lot and start again, I may have wasted most of a year!”

Her look was of complete misery, and I saw her as my little girl, crying due to some tiny slight. I smiled and put my hand under her chin, my thumb stroking her cheek.

“My princess. My little princess. You need to talk about these things. It is going to be okay, I am sure you can work something out with your supervisor!”

She sighed. “No, she was the one who first suggested scrapping the experiment.”

“Oh,” I said, weakly. I held her tight, rocking her slightly as if she was still a young girl. I felt her body warm against mine, but my fatherly instincts were too much to make the feeling sexual. “Well, you know I am here for you, don’t you, princess? I will do anything for you that you need. Anything at all. You just have to ask.”

“Thank you daddy,” she said, and without another word she stood up and walked from the room. I heard her blowing her nose in another part of the house and I let out a deep breath. Phew. I was worried it was drugs, or some boy, or some post-traumatic guilt… I suppose in part it could be that last one. But she brought that on herself, and at least now she can see the consequences of her actions, and maybe she won’t do anything that… wrong again.

She walked back into the room, her eyes still red and puffy from crying, but otherwise she seemed better, happier somehow. She must have gotten a big load off her chest, I thought. She held out her hands and dropped something into my hands. Or should I say two somethings.

They were the handcuffs she used on me that night.

I dropped them as if they were on fire and let out a shout. “What am I meant to do with these?!”

Her face looked confused and upset. “But you said you would do ANYTHING for me!”

“Not that! I’m not about to handcuff myself to the bed again!”

She suddenly let out a laugh, and I relaxed slightly. Perhaps this was just a perverse joke at my expense. “Don’t be silly, daddy!” she said. “I’m the one feeling stressed now! You need to handcuff ME to the bed!”

My jaw dropped. I stared at her. My whole body went numb. I could hear my own blood pounding through my veins. “Hon, we said we couldn’t do that again…”

“No, I promised I wouldn’t handcuff you to the bed without your permission. I NEED this. I have tried everything to relax. I have even resorted to a couple of adult toys, but nothing helps. I just know that I need to feel that release I felt last time, when I was on top of you. I never felt that good before.”

I was speechless. My own daughter was asking me to handcuff her to the Escort Vefa bed and have sex with her? What had happened to the world I lived in?

“I… I… I can’t”

“Please, daddy! I need this!”

“No, Madeline, and that is final. No, no more conversation, this is over.”

She looked ready to shout at me, but instead just snatched up the cuffs and stormed from the room. I had never seem her this mad at me before. But she will get over it, I was sure of it.

But she didn’t. Not that day, and not the next. She got worse, I began to hear her crying at night in bed. It broke my heart, but surely I couldn’t do what she asked of me.

She began to withdraw from me, and I began to truly fear that I would lose her. But still I couldn’t bring myself to do what she needed. I tried everything else, from talking to her to trying to get her to see a professional, but nothing worked.

Then one day I heard her calling out for me from her room. I rushed in, to see a sight I had seen only once before. She was wearing the same set of matching pink panties and bra set, trimmed with black lace, complete with suspenders and stockings. She had also managed to cuff herself to her bed head, and was looking up at me with sad, desperate eyes, that were still moist from some recent tears.

I felt my whole world was ripped apart. What was I to do? Sleep with my only daughter, or risk losing her forever? How did it come to this?

I hesitated, indecision tearing through me like a chainsaw.

He looked at me with her big green, wide eyes and whispered, “Please…”

I made my decision. A quick glance around and I located the key to the handcuffs. I unlocked them one after the other. Madeline brought her hands to her face and let out a sob. I took her wrists and pulled them from her face, took her cheeks in my hands and gently placed a chaste kiss on her lips. I looked deep into her eyes, as her eyes as she looked with slight confusion into mine. I rolled to one side so I had one arm free, the other slipped under her head to cradle her head. My free arm slipped down her body, down her cheek, brushing against her throat. My fingertips danced over her collarbone, then trailed down over her breasts, at which she gasped, and closed her eyes tightly. I toyed with the idea of playing with her fairly large breasts (about a C cup, round and perky), but that felt wrong. This was about relieving stress, this wasn’t about romance or joy (so I kept telling myself).

My hand travelled lower, fingers tickling over her ribs, down her toned stomach (not as toned as before — damn her depression keeping her from the gym) and against her abdomen. I slipped my fingers over her garter belt, before trailing along the black lace of her panties.

This was it. This was the time I could walk away, try to think of some way of cheering her up that wasn’t so taboo…

My fingers lifted over the lace and settled on the silk, and Madeline let out a little involuntary, “Oh!” I began to trace her pussy along the pink silk. I could feel that she had shaved herself again. The silk felt hot and dry as I began to work little circles along the material. Madeline began to breathe a bit harder, her breath catching at irregular intervals as I tweaked sensitive spots. Her knees rose and her knees fell open to make more room for my exploring fingers, just teasing along, getting her ready for what came next.

When I began to feel a small patch of moisture appear under her fingers, I stepped up the plan. I slipped my fingers under her waistband, and slid the panties just over her hips, which was as far as I could reach from my position. Madeline drew her legs up, pulled the panties up and off over her feet, and tossed them urgently to the floor (I noticed she had put her panties over her suspenders this time). Before I could move she had grabbed my hand and jammed it back over her pussy, breath short in anticipation of what was coming. I smiled, and looked down at her as her eyes flickered open and she half grinned at me, concentrating on my fingers. The smile dropped instantly when my finger gently parted her pussy lips and started sliding up and down her slit.

Madeline let out a little whimper, and arched her back slightly. The look of concentration on her face was beautiful, and I resisted the urge to kiss her like a lover. This was about stress relief, I reminded myself.

I worked my finger up and down in a slow, regular rhythm. Madeline had one hand over mine, the other locked with a handful of sheet over her head. I parted her lips further and slip a finger into her. She let out a deep groan and pressed her pussy into my hand. I slid in an out, soon sliding in a second finger, teasing her clit with my thumb. Her body began to rock in time with my hand, and I revelled in the control I had over her body. I couldn’t resist looking at her silk and lace covered Vefa Escort Bayan breasts producing a marvellous cleavage despite her being on her back, and watching them rise and fall with Madeline’s short breaths.

Madeline reached up and grabbed the sheet with both her hands, letting out little gasps and grunts, her face looking like it was in deep concentration, almost in pain. I began to work myself into her faster and faster, my fingers thrilling at her amazing tightness.

Madeline stopped breathing. Her back slowly arched, her body became tense, her mouth opened to a wide ‘O’ shape. Everything paused, silent except for the moist sounds of my fingers working in and out, in and out…

And then she came. Boy did she cum. Her body rocked back and forth, writhing in ecstasy, as she screamed, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”. I felt her pussy muscles twitching and my hand was flooded with her juices. I must admit, despite this just being just about relieving her stress, I had one of the most powerful erections I had ever sported as my daughter came on the bed next to me.

Eventually she settled down, her breath just in gasps, her hands clutching mine tightly. I withdrew my fingers from her, causing her to shudder.

“There you go, honey. You just relax here,” I said, kissing her on the head. I turned to roll off the bed and she gripped my arm tightly.

“No, wait,” she gasped, still trying to get her thoughts in order. She looked up at me, and she had the most wicked look on her face, while somehow simultaneously looking remarkably innocent. “I am still a bit stressed.

“You want me to do it again?” I asked, my fingers travelling along her belly.

“No!” she cried, grabbing my hand before it reached its destination. “I need more.”

“More? Oh, you want me to lick you?” I could do that, I suppose. It wouldn’t be that much worse than frigging my daughter to orgasm.

“No. More. Like what we did before.”

Oh. My daughter was asking me for sex. Oh well, In for a penny, and all that.

I rolled up and over her. I stood, took off my clothes and slid my legs between hers. She lifted her legs and placed her ankles on my hips. The last vestiges of my resistance spoke up as my cock brushed against her pussy lips. But she needed this, I needed my girl back.

I didn’t worry about subtlety, I slid my full length deep into her welcoming depths in one long, smooth stroke. She gasped, and her nails bit into my back, and she bit my shoulder painfully. I just rested in her, enjoying the squeeze as she got used to my cock inside of her again. When I felt her finally relaxing, I began to move back and forth, slowly at first, and she whispered, “Oh yes, daddy.” I began to build to a nice rhythm, pumping my cock in and out of my sexy daughter squirming, whimpering and thrusting below me. She had no skill, as far as I know she had only fucked me and a toy before, but had more than enough enthusiasm to make up for it.

Her first orgasm hit five minutes in, and I paused as she shuddered below me, her puss so tight around my cock I doubt I could have pulled out if I wanted too. I soon was back to pumping in and out of her, faster and faster, her face screwed up in such bliss that she looked like she was in agony. Her movements became so wild that I was unsure what were her regular movements, and what was her orgasms, and I had difficulty staying on her. I pressed her into the mattress and began to fuck her in earnest, slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. She was screaming, and I was groaning, and my orgasm was coming and…

“Wait! Wait! Daddy! Pull out!” I stopped, confused, and allowed her to push me off of her. She scrambled over me, lust burning in her eyes, grabbed my dick and took me fully into her mouth. I groaned loudly as my cock entered heaven, her mouth slipping back and forth over her lips and tongue. I was close before, and I couldn’t last, and it wasn’t long before I was having my own shattering orgasm into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, milking me with her hand, until I was spent. She sat up and grinned at me. “Sorry about that, I just remembered I haven’t been that good about taking my contraception recently. Didn’t want an accident!”

“Now you tell me!”

She collapsed onto my chest, both of us exhausted, both of us panting heavily. Eventually we recovered enough for us to get some clothes on and stand. I thought it was now going to be awkward, but she just hugged me and grinned, suddenly back to her old self.

“I can’t tell you how much I needed that! I suddenly felt like a ton of bricks have been lifted off of me. I feel wonderful!”

“I’m glad I could help, honey, but you know we can’t do this often, don’t you?”

“Sorry, dad? I wasn’t listening. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth orgasms I think I may have worked out what was going wrong with my experiment — it may not all me lost!”

“That’s… great honey!” I said, smiling and shaking my head as she ran out the room, presumably to go to her college to fix her experiment.

Thought of THAT during her orgasms? I have said it before and I will say it again.

She always was an unusual girl.

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(Author’s note: Anyone engaged in any sexual activity is over 18.)

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Daddy and I had been fucking each other for more than a year. He is mine, exclusively. I share his bed every night. I am totally in love with him, and Daddy is in love with me.

I heard his car pull into the driveway, and I greeted him at the front door. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him close to me and covered his mouth with mine. It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, it was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, baby girl.”

Daddy has called me “baby girl” as long as I can remember, starting when I was a little girl. Now that I’m a grown woman, at nineteen, he still calls me that. I love it.

“Sit down on the couch, Daddy, and I’ll mix you a drink.”

Daddy is a Scotch drinker, so I poured him a double shot of Glenlivet, with just a splash of soda. I don’t like hard liquor, so I had a glass of wine. I snuggled up next to him and asked him about his day.

He is a contractor, specializing in custom homes. Expensive custom homes. The house he built for us is all redwood, natural stone, and lots of glass. It sits on ten acres, surrounded by woods, and we have a beautiful swimming pool in the backyard. Daddy and I swim naked.

Daddy is 42, but he looks ten years younger. He’s 6’2″ with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He is well muscled, due to his years of construction work. He has blond hair, bleached by the sun, and cobalt blue eyes. I think he looks like a young Robert Redford, with sculpted features and a deep cleft in his chin. He is my idol. My father, my lover, my best friend.

Like I said, we’ve been lovers for about a year, starting just after my eighteenth birthday. I developed a terrible crush on him just when I entered puberty and my body started to change. I didn’t make any overt moves toward him for several years, but I could tell he was looking at me in a different way.

Once my breasts formed their first little buds, they grew rapidly. I was a B cup in the ninth grade, and by the time I was a senior in high school, I had grown into the C cup that I am now.

Daddy was very open and very frank with me when it came to discussing anything of a sexual nature. I learned the mechanics in the Sex Ed class I took at school, and a whole lot more from the other girls, many of whom were sexually active at a very early age.

If I had any questions about sex, Daddy would answer them for me, without any admonishments or judgment. My periods were very irregular, so with Daddy’s consent, my doctor prescribed birth control pills to help regulate them. He was quite aware that a lot of teenagers were sexually active, so with the pill, he felt I would be safe. I had a few boyfriends in high school, nothing serious. I did a bunch of making out and a little light touching, through our clothes, but that was the extent of my sexual activity. Until Daddy.

Daddy finished his drink, and I mixed him another one. I sat down beside him, cuddled up, and nuzzled his neck, raining little butterfly kisses all over his face. Fisting his hand in my hair, he pulled my face into his, and crushed his lips down on mine.

Kissing Daddy totally intoxicates me, inflames me with desire. When he kisses me, there is a hotline between my lips and my clit. It starts to tingle, and I squirm next to him. While his tongue was in my mouth, I put my hand on the bulge in his jeans, feeling his erection grow beneath my fingers. His mouth is more insistent as I undo the button on his Levi’s and pull the zipper down.

I can hear him groan as my hand reaches under his shorts, wrapping it around his hardened shaft. Gripping him firmly, I slide the loose skin on his penis up and down. I tug on his pants and pull them down, exposing his magnificent cock, totally hard, the bulbous head shining and swollen.

Bending down toward him, I take his cock in my hand and lower my head, taking him in my mouth. Coating him with my saliva, I run my tongue around and around his swollen crown while bobbing my head up and down on him. My tongue flicks over that sensitive place when his head meets the shaft. This drives him crazy, and his hips start to buck, his cock rising up to meet my mouth every time it goes down.

I cupped his balls in my hand, fondling them first, then pulling his scrotum down, in rhythm with my descending mouth. A growl emits from deep in his throat. He throws his head back and fisting both hands in my hair, he pulls my head up and down as his thrusts up into my mouth.

I know he’s getting close to his release. He holds me tighter, his balls start to draw up tight, and I can feel the head of his cock swell even more. Gently, I rake my fingernails over his hardened sack, and that pushes him over the edge. Shouting my name, he erupts, shooting wad after wad of cum down the back of my throat.

Swallowing it all, I look at up him and smile. I really love to make him cum like this, because I know how much he’ll pay it back when we go to bed that Üsküdar Escort night.

Leaving him sated, I got up and made our supper. Over the years, I’ve become a really good cook. That night, I made poached salmon, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and baby red potatoes. I opened a bottle of chardonnay to go with the fish. We had just finished dinner, and I went to the freezer to get a carton of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, Daddy’s favorite, when the phone rang. I answered it, and with a scowl, handed it to Daddy.

“It’s HER,” I said.

“Her” referred to my mother; I could never call her Mommy or Mom. I hated her. Daddy talked with her for awhile. I couldn’t make much from his side of the conversation, except for an “Uh huh.” “I see.” “Yes.” “I’ll be there.”

“What was that about, Daddy?”

“Well, it seems Christy is coming to live with us.”

“Why, for fuck’s sake?” I wailed.

Christy is my sister; at eighteen, she’s a year younger than I am. When Daddy divorced HER, I was eleven and Christy was ten. The judge decided we were old enough to choose which parent we wanted to live with. I was always Daddy’s girl, so I chose him, and Christy chose to live with our mother.

Our mother became a “born again Christian” after she left Daddy, and Christy was sent to a fundamentalist church-run school, back in West Virginia, where they moved to after their divorce.

Daddy and I hadn’t seen Christy since she was fourteen, when she came to visit us here in Northern California for a week. She was a skinny, tit-less adolescent with braces on her teeth, zits, and stringy hair. Her mother made her wear totally shapeless long dresses that covered her up from the neck to the ankles.

It turns out that Christy finally rebelled against the sect they belonged to, and once she was considered an adult, no one could force her to stay there any longer. Once she made it known that she wanted to leave, our mother dis-owned her and she was shunned by the church.

“Shit, Daddy, what is this going to do to US?” I practically yelled at him.

“I guess you’ll have to move back to your own room, and we’ll have to be really discreet when we have sex with each other.”

“Shit-fuck-piss-cunt!” I screamed. “This ruins everything for us. Why did you let that little bitch come here?”

“Number one, she is my daughter, and I love her. Besides that, she has no place else to go. And, she’s not a little bitch; she’s your sister.”

“She was always a bitch, even when she was a little girl. We never did get along with each other. And now, I fucking HATE her.”

“You don’t even know her anymore.”

“I don’t want to know her. And now I have to share a room with her.”

“We’re just going to have to suck it up, and make the best of it.”

“But Daddy, I love you, and I don’t want to sleep alone again. I want to sleep with you.”

“I know, baby girl, I want to be with you, too. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. We have a week together before she gets here.”

“I’m gonna use that week to fuck your brains out, Daddy.” And I did, too.

The next week we picked Christy up at the airport. Our mother was going to have her take the bus, but Daddy sent her the plane fare. I barely recognized her after four years. She had definitely filled out; you could tell even though she wore that awful shapeless dress.

Her braces were gone and her complexion had cleared up. Her blond hair was fixed into a single braid that hung almost down to her ass. Daddy went up to her with his arms wide open, pulling her into his body for a hug. I couldn’t stand the idea of her body pressed against his. She didn’t return the hug, but just stood there stiffly. That wasn’t something that was done by members of her church, especially between men and women.

“Hello, Dad. Hello, Callie,” she said, by way of greeting us.

“Thank you for letting me come here to stay with you.”

“You’re always welcome here, sweetheart. I’ve really missed you.”

I hated that he called her that. I hated that he made her welcome here. She looked like a freak in those clothes; I’d be ashamed to have any of my friends meet her. At least she called him “Dad.” He is MY Daddy.

When we got home, Christy wandered around the house, taking it all in. It was a palace compared to where she had been living. It is a palace, and I am the princess. Daddy’s princess.

“Will you please take Christy up and show her to your room, baby girl?”

I was really pissed off, not only because I was being booted out of Daddy’s room, but that I had to share mine. Our house has three bedrooms, but Daddy uses one for his office. She picked up one of her suitcases; I grabbed the other one, and went up to MY bedroom.

When he found out Christy was coming, Daddy took the queen sized bed out of my room and replaced it with two singles. I gave her the one by the inside wall, and took the bed by the window for myself. We dumped her luggage on her bed and I showed her where Üsküdar Escort Bayan she could hang her clothes in the closet. Daddy had bought another dresser.

She opened her bags and started to put her clothes away.

“Is that all you have? All the dresses are the same.”

“I hate these clothes, but they’re all I was allowed to wear.”

“Don’t you have any jeans or anything?”

“Only men were allowed to wear pants; women always had to wear dresses. I’d love to wear jeans, but I don’t have any.”

Her eyes misted up, and a tear ran down her cheek. Suddenly, I felt very sorry for her, and it started to touch my heart. I hated that she would be keeping me from Daddy, but it wasn’t really her fault. I got a pair of my jeans and a tee-shirt out of my dresser. She looked to be about my size, although it was hard to tell with that baggy dress on.

“Here, try these on,” I said, handing her my clothes.

She started toward the bathroom to change.

“You don’t have to go into the bathroom; you can change right here.”

“I, um, I’m not used to taking my clothes off in front of anybody.”

“For Christ’s sake, Christy, we’re both girls. We used to run around naked together when we were little. Take your fucking dress off so I can see what else I have that might fit you.”

She totally cringed hearing my language, but that’s the way I talk, and she’ll need to get used to it. She took a deep breath and, turning her back to me, started to unbutton her dress. It had a lot of buttons on it; I guess they didn’t believe in zippers.

Shyly, she slipped the dress off and stood there in her underwear. She wore a thick white cotton bra that completely covered her tits, made of material so thick you’d never know she had nipples. Her underpants–you certainly couldn’t call them panties–were also white cotton and rode high enough to cover her belly button.

Christy had definitely filled out. Her body was lush; curvy in all the right places, with a nice rack and round, heart-shaped ass. As a matter of fact, we could be twins. Not to be boasting or anything thing, but I have a hot bod–and I know it. And I show it. Daddy gets a hard-on just looking at me.

I was going to take a shower, so I started taking my clothes off too. Christy did a double-take when she looked at my underwear. I was wearing a black lace bra that lifted my tits, barely covering my nipples, which you could see right through the sheer fabric. I wore French cut bikini panties. Daddy buys all my sexy underthings and negligees; he loves to see me in them. And he really likes taking them off me.

Standing there in her ugly underwear, she looked at mine again, so I went into my dresser and pulled out a sexy white lace bra and matching panties. I didn’t think she was ready for a thong yet, so these were low-cut bikinis, similar to what I was wearing.

“Here,” I said, handing them to her, “you can wear these.” She looked shocked for a minute, then smiled. I stripped down naked, ready for my shower. Christy was studying my body as I sauntered toward the bathroom. When I finished my shower, she was standing in front of the full length mirror on the wall, checking herself out from every angle.

She sat down on her bed while I was dressing, and when I turned around, tears were running down her cheeks. I stood stock still for a moment, then went over and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and rocking her as she sobbed. As much as a hard-ass that I tend to be, underneath it all I have a really soft heart. As much as I wanted to hate her, I couldn’t do it. Although we didn’t get along with each other when we were younger, I loved her. And I still do.

“What’s wrong, Christy? Tell me about it.”

Her body-wracking sobs subsided, and she sat up straight, wringing her hands in her lap. She looked at me plaintively, her eyes red from crying.

“I don’t know where to begin. My life is just so messed up. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing, or where I belong.”

I wanted to hug here and tell her that she belonged here, but it would thoroughly fuck up my relationship with Daddy. I didn’t know what we were going to do. I encouraged her to talk it out, so maybe she’d feel better getting it out of her system.

“I didn’t fee like I belonged in Mom’s church community. They’re all so radically fundamentalist. The only book we were allowed to read, besides our school books, was the Bible. I love to read and I’d sneak novels into my room at night, but if I got caught with one, I’d get whipped. We weren’t allowed to watch TV, except for religious shows on Sunday, and we could only listen to Christian music. Occasionally I’d go to somebody else’s house and watch TV or listen to popular music.”

“That must be awful,” I said.

“I could see on TV or in magazines how regular people lived, and I want to do that too. I see people kissing, and I want to know what that’s like. I don’t even know how to kiss. Whenever I see it or think about it, I get Escort Üsküdar funny feelings in my body that I can’t explain.”

“What kind of feelings in your body?”

“Like kind of a tugging feeling low in my stomach and a tingling, um, down, ah, there.”

“Down where?”

“Um, down between my legs.”

“You mean in your pussy?”

“My what?”

“Right down here,” I said, grabbing my crotch.

“You call it a pussy?”

“Pussy, cunt, twat, cooze, and a couple dozen other words. What do you call it?”

“Well, I know all the proper–at least the medical– names for all the body parts. I looked at a copy of Grey’s Anatomy in my doctor’s office. So that would be my, er, vagina,” she said, blushing scarlet.

“Don’t you take care of it when you get turned on like that?”

“Turned on? I don’t know what you mean. Take care of what?”

“Turned on means you are sexually aroused. And you take care of it by masturbating.”

“I heard some of the girls at my school talking about that, but I have no idea how to do it.”

“I can show you how to do it. Take your bra and panties off and lie down on your bed.”

Christy stuttered and blushed again, but I guess her curiosity overcame her modesty, she unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs. I stripped out of mine and turned to face her. Her eyes were wide as she looked over my body, and she started when she looked between my legs. “You, um, you don’t, uh, you don’t have any hair down there?”

“I shave it. Dad– I mean, guys like it like that.”

“Y-you let boys see it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Actually, Daddy is the only “boy” that’s ever seen it, and I hope he’ll always be the only one. “Does that bother you?”

“This is all a lot for me to process at once, but I guess it doesn’t bother me. Actually, thinking about it gives me that tingly feeling.”

“Well, I’ll show you the kind of BIG tingle that you’ll never forget.”

I was really getting turned by the idea of it, too. I’d never been that close to a naked girl either. Her body was really lush, and I wanted to touch her. All over. I took a step closer to her and put my arms around her waist.

“If you’re going to give yourself an orgasm, the more aroused you are to start, the more intense it will be. I’ll start by teaching you how to kiss. Put your arms around my neck and pull me close to you.”

Hesitatingly, she did what I asked, and with my arms around her waist, I pulled her close to me. Our breasts pressed together and I could feel an electricity run through my body; my nipples immediately hardened. I tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth was rigid, lips closed tightly together. I kissed her lightly and pulled away.

“Okay, open your mouth a little bit.” I put a finger, longwise, between her lips and ran it up and down. “Okay, loosen up, and keep your mouth open. Then follow my lead and do what I do back to me.”

I kissed her again, and tentatively, she returned it. We kissed some more, and she was beginning to get the hang of it. I was getting turned on and, judging from her breathing, Christie was too. Her eyes opened in wide surprise when I slipped my tongue in her mouth. I explored the inside of her mouth, and when I started rubbing my tongue against hers, she picked it up and reciprocated.

I drew her tongue into my mouth and sucked hard on it. Her breath was coming in gasps; our bodies slithering and sliding against each other. I could feel the wetness in my pussy. I pulled her over to the bed and we lay together, still locked in a tight embrace.

By this time, I had forgotten that I was just going to teach her how to masturbate. I had never been with, or touched another girl before. Her body, her skin, felt wonderful under my hands. I moved a hand up to her breast, gently feeling all the contours, then squeezing and kneading.

Christie looked at me; her eyes had lost any sense of apprehension or wariness, she looked lost in lust.

I skimmed my hands over her nipples, feeling them harden and pooch out from her puffy areolas. She started to moan when I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. She cried out when I pulled on them, but it was a pleasure cry, not one from pain.

I really wanted to suck her tits, but I didn’t want to freak her out completely, so I let my hand travel down between her legs. It had been a long time since I’d felt any pubic hair, since I shave mine. Hers was soft and silky, and I combed my fingers through it. I caressed her mound, and as my hand went lower and lower, she started to writhe. Cupping her pussy, I squeezed and released, squeezed and released, massaging her fat outer lips, that were now swollen with her arousal.

I dipped my middle finger into her slit and ran that up and down a few times. She was soaking wet, and the odor coming from her was turning me on harder and harder. I wanted to put my head down there to lick and taste her; instead I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them to see if she tasted any different than I do. It was similar, but hers is a little tangier.

My fingers went back into her slit, and when I reached her vagina, I dipped one in there. She gasped at the invasion, then settled back and whimpered as I ran my finger around and around inside her, touching all her hot slippery walls.

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Conclusion

Sherlyn was awake when surprisingly, Hillary came back from her test early; it was just past midnight. Hillary seemed to be in a foul mood, Sherlyn decided to risk Hillary’s ire by trying to find out what was wrong. “You’re back early; I can only assume things didn’t go to well.”

Hillary started to respond, “No, no, they didn’t go well at all. Gawd Sherlyn, I’m such an unbelievable slut. I was enjoying the hell out of stripping in front of a bunch of drunken men; I was total aroused from being pawed and fondled. Then I…” That was all she could get out, Hillary broke down and began to sob.

Sherlyn, dressed in the light blue chemise and panties that Peter liked so well, hopped out of her bed and rushed over to take Hillary into her arms. She soothingly said, “Hey now, whatever it is, you’ll get through it.”

Stroking Hillary’s back as the blond girl cried into her shoulders, Sherlyn added, “That’s what I like about you, Hillary, you’re so resilient, so strong.” Hillary just continued to sob. Tears soaked Sherlyn’s shoulder. The taller girl just rocked her smaller friend in her arms, trying to give her as much comfort as possible.

Finally after a good ten minutes, Hillary’s tears started to dry up. She developed a case of the hiccups from all the crying. Through hiccups and an occasional residual sob, Hillary explained what happened during her test.

Sherlyn was appalled over what was expected of her rich, blond friend. Sherlyn could possibly get up and display herself like that in public, pulling her clothes off while a bunch of drunken men watched on. She could never spread her legs so a group of men could leer at her pussy.

Then she had to rein in those thoughts, in a little of over 12 hours she was going to experience her own trial; she would be going out in public naked herself. At lease she wouldn’t have men pawing and fondling her. Running around in public without clothing on was going to be bad enough.

Pulling Sherlyn’s attention back to what she was saying, Hillary explained, “*hiccup* Like I said, I was actually enjoying being a stripper. *hiccup*, Then I looked down and there was my dad!”

Sherlyn looked shocked, “Nate was in the stripper bar?”

Hillary said, “No, the guy I grew up with, *hiccup* Howard’s his name.”

Sherlyn understood, “Ah.”

Hillary continued, “Anyway, I came up with this way for me to get even with him, *Hiccup*, for being such a shitty dad. Sheri, he never had time for Peter and me, never.”

Sherlyn asked, “So what was this plan of yours?”

Hillary held back, not sure she wanted to tell her best friend what a pure unadulterated whore she had been. Finally she whispered, “I fucked him with my mask on *hiccup*. Then when he got off inside me, I pulled the mask off. *hiccup* I wanted him to feel guilty and ashamed.”

Sherlyn was stunned. Hillary had done some pretty kinky things in the last month or so, but this was a bit over the top even for her. Setting her thoughts and feelings aside, Sherlyn reminded herself that Hillary was still her best friend. “Okay, so what happened?”

Hillary paused, the tears started to flow again, she gasped out, “He laughed at me. He told me that I was a great fuck. *hiccup* He didn’t care that he was fucking with his own daughter, he thought it was great. I could have been any old prostitute for all he cared.”

Blushing badly Hillary added, “Then he rolled me over on my tummy and just jammed himself up inside my pussy. *hiccup* He didn’t ask, he didn’t care if I was enjoying it or not, he just fucked me for the sole purpose of getting off. It was like I only existed for sexual enjoyment.”

Sherlyn asked, “So, it was the fact that he just didn’t care that bothered you?”

Hillary sniffed, “Yeah, that’s it.” Then she continued, “Also, what bothered me was that I let my thoughts become so distorted, *hiccup*, that I would use sex as a weapon, as a way to get even. Sherlyn, you know I do some pretty odd things, but I’m not that kind of person. What was I thinking?”

Sherlyn pondered the question, “I think you were just trying to get your dad to notice you, pay attention to you; you wanted him to show you that he cared. Since you are studying psychology, you know better than I that if a child doesn’t get positive attention, they will resort to acting out to get negative attention. Attention is attention; they will get it no matter what it takes.

“I think the idea that you had in your head, thinking it was revenge, was just an excuse to get him to pay attention to you. It sounds to me like the man is a total narcissist. You are much better off with Nate as your father.”

Hillary started to weep again, between sobs Hillary exclaimed, “That’s the problem, *hiccup* Nate is going to die, and I’m going to be left with Howard again!”

“You don’t need the man to validate who you are.” Sherlyn replied tenderly, “Like I said, you’re a strong person. You don’t need Howard, you don’t need your mother, or any of them. You have Peter, you have Terrance and me, and you’ll Yeşilpınar Escort make hundreds of friends over your lifetime. You even have your real father for a while; at least you found out the truth before he dies. I know he loves you.

“You know you’re becoming an adult when you’ve figured out you don’t need your parents to validate the things you do anymore; more importantly, you no longer need them to tell you what to do. You start defining your actions on your own.” She added, “It’s time you stood up and took control of Hillary. The only one who needs to tell Hillary what to do is you.”

Hillary sniffed, “Yeah, I see what you’re saying. It make sense.” Then she smiled, “I’m going to tell Melinda to go shove her sorority up her ass tomorrow.”

Sherlyn laughed, “You go girl! I wished I could do the same, but I need it. I need the connections I can make by being a member. I’m just a nobody from South Dakota and I need to establish networks so I can climb the ladder of success. The sorority, as depraved as they are, will give me contacts, it will open doors for me that normally would have been closed and locked.”

Hillary laughed at her friend, “What was that speech you just gave me? Be your own person?”

Sherlyn smiled, “Point taken. But, with all my fancy talk, we still need other people. It’s just we need to choose people who lift us up, not the ones who tear us down.” Sherlyn added tenderly, “People like you, thank you for being my friend, Hillary.”

Hillary nodded with understanding, “Does that mean you’re going on your drive tomorrow?”

Sherlyn grimaced, “Yes, I’m going to finish the last ‘test’, I’m going to submit myself to the initiation, and I’m going to be a member of Sigma Epsilon Chi, have you noticed how the Greek letters look like they spell sex? Like I said, I really have no choice.”

Hillary grinned, “Well, the least I can do as your friend is to lend you my car.”

Sherlyn’s eyes got big, “Really?”

Hillary giggled, “Yeah, really. Just don’t get it impounded, okay?”

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Sherlyn arrived at sorority house the next morning. Compared to the tasks Hillary and a couple of the other girls pulled out of the hat, Sherlyn’s was relatively mild. It kept her out of the having sex thing, which her first two tasks involved; this task was more along the lines of exhibitionism. But, this new task was considerably more perilous due to its illegality. The law didn’t want people running around on the streets and highways naked.

Not having her own car, Sherlyn was pleased that Hillary had lent her the BMW. The car was magnificent to say the least. The fact that Hillary let her borrow the expensive car was a testament to their friendship.

Sherlyn disrobed in the main entrance to the sorority house like she was told, her clothing was toted away for safekeeping. She wasn’t even allowed to wear jewelry. From inside the sorority she was told to walk out the front entrance and follow the sidewalk to the parking lot while completely naked. She was to go to the car she would drive on her little trip.

For convenience, Sherlyn had her long, brunette locks done up in a braid to keep her hair from become annoying. Just that morning, Hillary took some scissors to Sherlyn’s pubic hair, giving her another trim. Hillary told her it wouldn’t do to be seen in public with an unruly mop.

As she stepped out of the Sorority house and walked to the parking lot, she was acutely aware of how exposed she was. She moved quickly to get in the car. Even at the rapid pace she walked, two cars drove by, the boys inside made catcalls after spying the naked girl

She put a towel down on the seat to protect the seat from her naked bum. The last thing she wanted to do was make the leather seats in Hillary’s new car smell like her butt, even though she showered earlier that morning.

Once behind the wheel, she was considerably more concealed than she had been while walking out the door of the Sorority. The girls in charge of her task gave her a sheet detailing where she was to drive to, and a list of what she was to obtain. Essentially, Sherlyn was on a naked scavenger hunt.

She was told that even though the freeways were a quick way to travel, the back roads would give her less opportunity to get caught. She was assured that if she was arrested the sorority would bail her out, and that the sorority had an in with the court system and would have charges dismissed. Sherlyn didn’t want to put the statement to a test; she was going to be as careful as could be.

Since Sherlyn wouldn’t be acting in a lewd or lascivious way, she wouldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure, but she would likely face disorderly conduct charges, completely normal behavior for most college students according to her older sorority sisters.

Her first stop was North Brookfield where she was to find a particular fruit and vegetable stand on the outskirts of the small community. So, at high noon, Sherlyn Yeşilpınar Escort Bayan put the car in drive and started her trip.

Sherlyn drove out of the university grounds, constantly on guard for campus security. She had the seat laid back as much as she could with it up enough so she could drive properly. She stayed scrunched down as much as possible until she got out of the city.

The secret to leaving the city without getting caught was to avoid as many traffic lights as possible. People who were sitting in their cars while stopped were likelier to be looking around.

By keeping both hands on the wheel and her arms up even with her breasts, it reduced the possibility of someone noticing her naked boobs from the side. Her areole and nipples could easily give her away. Still, she winced every time she passed a car, or a car passed her. What were worse were higher profile vehicles like SUVs. From the passenger side, they could look right down into her lap. For that reason, she tried to stay in the far right lane as much as possible.

Thank goodness, the windows in Hillary’s car were somewhat tinted. If she would have been sitting in the back seat, she would have been home free due to the dark tinting of the rear windows. By the laws of the state, the driver and passenger side windows couldn’t be tinted as darkly. The windshield was hardly tinted at all for the same reason.

Sherlyn visibly relaxed as she started putting the city behind her, as she drove west on a series of back roads. The navigation system in Hillary’s car was a god send in helping her plan her route.

Her instructions were to buy the items at each stop on her list, but she was also required to take pictures of herself with her cell phone at each location. In addition, she had a video camera, mounted in a rack, sitting in the passenger seat. It was set up to video record her as she drove. It was insurance that she wouldn’t stop and acquire clothing somewhere. She was to remain naked until she got back to the sorority.

Sherlyn pulled up into the parking area for the fruit and vegetable Stand in North Brookfield. She had been on the road for nearly two hours; she was amazed she hadn’t been caught yet and taken to jail. She would never hear the end of it from her parents if that occurred. The sisters sending her off said she had about a 35 percent chance of being arrested based on past history.

While in North Brookfield, she was to buy a half dozen pieces of fruit or vegetables of her choice. Being late in the season, the choice of fresh items was limited. Of course, many of the year round produce stands like this one sold the same imported stuff as Grocery stores.

Sherlyn was a nervous as a politician on Election Day, what was the couple working the stand going to say about a naked girl getting out of a car to buy fruit.

Taking a deep breath, the dark haired girl unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door. It was now or never. After, checking all around for police, Sherlyn climbed out of the car.

Sherlyn quickly walked up to the fruit stand where the older couple was working. The woman looked up and a big grin crossed her face, “Well, it looks like a girl from the college has finally showed up Ed.”

The man, Sherlyn presumed it to be the woman’s husband, looked up from the records he was working on. He smiled, “Wow, Marilyn, they sent us pretty one this time.”

Sherlyn was shocked, “You were expecting me?”

Marilyn made a shooing motion with her hand, “Sure honey, they send one of you gals out here naked almost every year. Initiation, right?”

Sherlyn smiled demurely, “Yeah, something like that.”

Marilyn looked at her husband, “Edward, put your eyes back in your head and stop ogling the girl.”

Edward chuckled, “I can’t help myself, look at the boobs on the girl.”

Marilyn shook her head, “Honey, you would think the man had never seen a naked girl before. What can I get for you?”

Sherlyn looked around quickly, hoping to get back in the car quickly so she could depart for the next location. She said, “How about six of those apples?”

The man smiled as his gaze wandered down to her dark brown ‘V’, “You know, I can give you a whole dozen for 40 cents more.”

Sherlyn didn’t want to haggle, “Okay, fine.” She handed the man over a $10.00 bill. She waited, glancing around nervously as the man counted out her change. Then he took his time bagging up her apples. After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, the man handed her the change and the apples.

Sherlyn only had one more thing to do, and she could be on her way. She could either take a selfie with her cellphone, or she could ask the couple to take it for her. It had to show her naked in front of the small business.

“Could I ask a favor?” asked the girl.

Marilyn smiled, “You need a picture right?”

Sherlyn sighed, “Um, yeah. I do.”

Marilyn replied, with conditions, “Sure, Honey, but can we take a couple of our own? We have a scrap Escort Yeşilpınar book, you see.”

Sherlyn trying to get the hell out of there, answered, “Sure, no problem.”

The wife took Sherlyn’s phone and snapped a picture of the girl with neatly arranged fruit and vegetables behind her. Then Marilyn said, “Ed, why don’t you stand with her.”

Sherlyn blushed as the man snugged himself up against her. Marilyn snapped a couple shots. Then Ed, as bold as could be, asked, “Could I get one with my hands on your boobs? That would be killer!”

Marilyn chided, “Edward Simpson, you dirty old man!” It was immediately understood by Sherlyn that the man’s wife wasn’t going to try to talk him out of it.

Sherlyn decided if it would get her out of there quicker, she would let the man put his damned hands on her boobs. As many other things that had happened to her over the last month or so, having her breasts touched by a stranger was fairly minor. She said, “Sure, but I need to hurry.”

So Ed stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at the camera with his arms around wrapped around Sherlyn’s chest, he reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, his fingers spread so her nipples would show through. Once he had a firm grip on her boobs, Marilyn took several shots. Then she took Sherlyn’s cell phone and took a couple more shots so the girl could have a set. She said, “Now you can remember the dirty old man that had to have a handful of your titties.”

It wouldn’t be very high on the list of what Sherlyn considered desirable memories.

Then the woman laughed and said, “My turn!” So Ed grabbed the two phones and the older woman stood beside Sherlyn. The woman pulled her top up and flashed her own tits as the man snapped pictures with both phones.

Marilyn laughed, “I did that a lot at Sturgis when Ed and I rode out there one summer for the rally.” She was referring to the big annual motorcycle rally that happened every year in the small town of Sturgis, which was on the other side of Sherlyn’s home state.

With pictures taken, Sherlyn retrieved her cell phone, the apples, and her change thanking the couple as she walked away. She quickly headed to the car to head to the next stop. She was sure she was going to get arrested before she was done for the day.

Her next stop was Adams on the far western side of the state, which was almost another two hours travel time. The drive proved uneventful. She was amazed at how people tended to mind their own business while they drove. Cars that were coming head on could only see her for a split second and were unlikely to register that she was naked. She was amazed that she had driven 140 miles and nobody seemed to notice her nudity or care if they did.

She rolled into the small town. Her destination was the only convenience store in the small community; it was a 7-Eleven on the north side of the town. Her assignment while there was to go into the store, pay the cashier, come out, pump the gas tank full, and then go back inside to get her change. Of course, she was required to get a picture with her in front of the store and another one with the cashier before moving on.

She grabbed $40.00 cash she had stuffed in a cubby and got out of the car. She tried as much as possible to keep the gas pumps between the road and herself. She was mortified to be out in the middle of downtown Adams conspicuously naked. She was able to see people walking up and down the sidewalk when she drove into the hamlet.

Screwing up her courage, she walked into the small convenience store. The young man sitting behind the register looked up and stared at her in amazement. He gasped, “They said this happened, but I didn’t believe a word of it. You’re from a University, aren’t you? You’re doing one of those sorority initiation things, right?”

Sherlyn blushing said, “Um, yeah, I need some gas.” She handed the cashier her $40.00 so he would turn the pump on. It would have been so much easier with a credit card, but that wouldn’t have served the purpose, would it.

The young man called out, “Hey, Milton! We have one of those college girls!”

Sherlyn turned as she heard heavy footsteps approach from the back aisle. As she looked up to see who the newcomer was, she almost peed on the floor. It was a cop! Sherlyn didn’t know whether to run, or just stand until the man arrested her. She felt like she was going to faint.

The man in uniform identified himself, “Hi, sweetie, I’m Milton Redding, I’m the Adams Chief of Police. My goodness, they sure sent a pretty one out this time. Girl, you are stacked.”

Sherlyn, as pale as a ghost, squeaked out, “Are you going to arrest me?”

The policeman chucked, “Hell no, that would spoil everybody’s fun. We’ve had a naked girl come into town for gas every year for as long as I can remember. It’s a tradition.

“No, Sweetie, you go ahead get your gas, and we’ll get some pictures, and you can be on your way.” Then he requested, “Okay, sweetie, why don’t you give me your phone and we can start snapping the pictures you need.”

The policemen took pictures of Sherlyn pumping the gas, another of her walking naked for the door, a couple more inside the store, the required one with the clerk standing behind Sherlyn, and finally, the officer had the clerk take a few pictures of the girl standing with him in his uniform.

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“Note to Readers this is the fourth chapter of an ongoing story. If you haven’t already read the other chapters I suggest you do before continuing with this and the following editions.”

Thank you GrrrreatImagination for editing my story.

All characters are 18 years and older.

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Another cousin joins them

Tammy heard slurping sounds coming from the living room as she reached the top of the stairs.

“It’s a good thing he is young, he should be out of cum from how much action he has recently received,” Tammy thought as she walked into the bedroom. She grabbed the phone, and then lay down onto the bed.

Heather was intensely sucking Brendan’s cock; he watched his cock disappear in and out of his cousin’s mouth.

He loved how her mouth felt on his cock; it was almost as good as his Mother’s. She bobbed rapidly up and down on him causing him to moan loudly.

“Let’s fuck,” Brendan said. Heather quickly agreed by removing her mouth from him. He laid her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide apart, he positioned himself between them and slowly slid his cock into her pussy.

“I love how you feel inside me, your cock is so fucking big,” Heather whispered in his ear as his cock fully impaled her cunt.

Brendan raised up so that he could watch his cock slide in and out of Heather’s pussy. He loved how it glistened from her pussy juices; he pulled it all out leaving just the head inside her. He only fucked her with his head really teasing her.

“Quit teasing me and give me all of that cock,” Heather purred.

“I wish I was that young again,” I laughed after to Tammy’s explanation of the events that had transpired with her and Brendan. “He better drink a lot of liquids or he will run out of cum,”

“No doubt, I am happy that Heather showed up, my pussy isn’t used to all that action. Plus he is bigger than you so I am a little sore,” Tammy informed me.

“Enjoy the bigger cock honey, but I know you still will want mine, it’s not tiny and I know how to use it pretty well.” I replied.

“Yes you do dear and I can’t wait to feel it inside my pussy again,” Tammy said.

“I wish it were in there right now, instead of me having to stroke it,” I said.

“Who knows, if you’re good and have fucked me a few times; you can try out Heather’s and see how that feels,” Tammy seductively whispered.

“Aaaaaah,” I moaned as I shot my load across my stomach.

“You liked that idea didn’t you? I could tell that you just came,” Tammy teased.

“Yes it is covering my stomach; yes I would like to fuck both you and her when I get home. Definitely you first though.” I said.

“Owwwwwww,” we both heard Heather scream from the living room; as Brendan had instantaneously rammed his cock into her pussy. “That fucking hurt!” Heather yelled.

Brendan pumping his cock into her pussy stated “You said to quit teasing and give you my cock, so you got my cock, don’t you like it?”

“Yes I love your big fucking cock, give it to Yeşilköy Escort me hard,” she screamed as Brendan continued his assault on her pussy. Deep and hard he pumped his cock into her as she moaned and groaned with each thrust.

“They’re fucking again, I am so glad she is here. My pussy is worn out from all the fucking he has given me,” Tammy informed.

“Your pussy has seen a lot more cock today than it has seen in the past week, it should be worn out,” I replied laughing.

“Tell me about it, I am exhausted and need to go to sleep soon, I know that he will want more of my pussy tomorrow. I think I may have created a nymphomaniac here.” Tammy said.

“I doubt that, he is just a typical teenager, and knowing that he is able to fuck his Mother makes him even hornier,” I replied.

“Your right dear, good night I am going to sleep now, I love you,” Tammy said.

“I love you too babe, get your rest sounds like you will need it, just promise to give me all the details, I love you too,” I replied.

“I will good night,” Tammy said as she hung up the phone.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it fill me with your cum,” was the last thing Tammy heard before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

She awoke the next morning and was fixing her first cup of coffee when she felt two hands grasp her tits and a hard dick pressing against her ass.

“Not now honey, give me a chance to wake up first,” Tammy snapped.

“You’re just so sexy, I want you right now,” Brendan pleaded.

“Sorry sweetie, but you should know by now I am not a morning person. If you need some pussy that bad, you’re going to have to wake Heather up,” Tammy grumbled.

“I will wait until later then, I want your pussy first today,” Brendan sighed.

Giving him a quick kiss, Tammy said, “Don’t worry baby, after I wake up you can have this pussy anyway you want it.”

“Good I am going to hold you to that, I can’t wait to bury my cock in there again,” Brendan said swatting his Mother’s ass as he headed to his bedroom.

Tammy was sitting at her computer drinking her coffee when she heard someone walk into the living room.

“Aunt Tammy, I was just checking again with you to make sure I can stay with you,” Heather asked as she approached Tammy.

“Of course you can baby girl, I would love for you to stay here it gives Brendan another pussy to abuse beside mine,” Tammy laughed.

Heather giggled, “Yes he sure can put a hurting on a pussy. Speaking of pussy I can’t wait to taste yours again later,” leaning down kissing her Aunt’s cheek.

“You definitely can eat my pussy later, I love how you made me cum yesterday when you ate me,” Tammy replied.

“You eat pussy very well too Aunt Tammy. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time,” Heather said. “Off to get my stuff, I will be back later,” she said as she walked out of the living room.

Tammy finished her second cup of coffee, finished the laundry except for the Escort Yeşilköy load that was in the dryer, straightened the house up a little and was finished showering by 10:30.

“No need to wear much, he’ll just take it off me anyways,” she thought as she looked through the closet.

She settled for her yellow sundress and slid it over her head, deciding to not bother wearing a bra or panties. Her nipples showed prominently against the material. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought, “Not a bad choice,” turning to view her ass which the dress barely covered.

Tammy finished with her make-up, folded the final load of laundry and began putting it away.

Arriving at Brendan’s room she observed him sleeping naked, her pussy tingled when she stared at his hard cock.

She thought briefly about waking him with a blow job, finally deciding to let him sleep. She quietly put his clothes away, left his room and went outside to the pool area.

Unless you were standing at the gate to the pool, no one could see into the pool area. “Might as well work on my tan,” Tammy thought as she took the sundress off, laying it on the table beside her chair. She lay face down on the lounge chair, drifting on and off from sleep as she tanned.

She woke when she felt a pair of hands pulling her legs apart. “Brendan must have woken up,” she thought as she raised her ass into the air.

She felt the head of a cock probing into her pussy as he thrust his hips quickly driving the remainder in.

The cock slid in and out a few times, when Tammy realized that this wasn’t Brendon’s cock because it was not big enough. Turning her head over her shoulder she saw Brendan standing next to her chair jacking off and her 18 year old nephew Ken behind her fucking her pussy.

“Hi Aunt Tammy, Brendan told me that you might let me fuck your pussy too,” Ken said as he continued thrusting inside her. Tammy glared at Brendan, who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

Tammy thought, “Boy I feel like such a slut, but this does feel good,” as she took the head of Brendan’s cock into her mouth.

Brendan began fucking her mouth with the same rhythm as Ken. Tammy moaned on the cock in her mouth as her pussy was being pounded by her nephew. The feeling of having two cocks at the same time was both erotic and exciting to Tammy causing her to cum all over Ken’s cock.

How warm and wet Tammy’s pussy felt on his cock, really turned Ken on, he began thrusting harder and faster into her. He grabbed his Aunt’s ass spreading her cheeks apart to have a better view of his cock going in and out of her cunt. He loved how his cock looked all wet and glistening as it slid in and out of his Aunt.

“Let’s switch, I want some of that pussy too,” Brendan told Ken.

“Wait I am so close, this feels so fucking good,” Ken whined.

“You can have some more later, now get out it’s my turn,” Brendan commanded.

“Fuck,” Ken yelled as he pulled his cock out of Tammy.

Tammy’s Yeşilköy Escort Bayan wet used pussy easily accepted Brendan’s cock as it pierced her entrance. “Ummph,” she moaned as it bottomed out inside her.

Suddenly she could taste her own pussy as Ken slid his cock into her mouth. Tammy had her second orgasm as she enjoyed the feeling of her son’s cock inside of her.

Ken fucked her face rapidly driving his cock into her throat causing Tammy to gag. Tammy pulled her mouth off of his cock and instructed him, “Slow down honey, I know it feels good but let your Aunt control the pace, so you’re not gagging me.”

“I am sorry Aunt Tammy, please do it some more,” Ken pleaded.

“I thought you’d see things my way,” Tammy replied as she took his cock back into her mouth.

Brendan’s hands latched on to his Mother’s hips as he began fucking her faster.

Tammy was stroking Ken’s cock as she continued sucking him. “MMMM” she moaned onto his cock as both holes were being filled.

Brendan using the same technique that he used earlier on Heather, took all but the head of his cock out of his Mom then vigorously slammed the entire length into her.

“Oooooh” she moaned upon Ken’s cock. The painful but pleasurable feeling made her suck Ken’s cock faster. “Mmmmm”, she moaned on his cock as she got fucked.

Ken began breathing heavier as his Aunt attacked his cock; Brendan rammed his cock hard into her causing shear pleasure. Tammy pulled her mouth off Ken’s cock to scream as she did, Ken moaned “AAAAAH” as his cum started spurting all over her chest.

Ken stood stroking and aiming his cock to hit his Aunt’s nose, lips and chin. Another shot landed into her hair as Tammy grabbed his cock taking it back into her mouth allowing him to finish. She stroked and swallowed the remaining cum from Ken’s cock.

The sight of his cousin cumming on his Mom was more than Brendan could take, as he suddenly thought of a scene that he watched on his computer. He pulled his cock out of his Mother’s pussy and yelled, “Roll over,”

Tammy quickly complied as she felt a stream of cum cover her tits, then another one hit the same spot. Another hit her neck with the next that mixed with Ken’s cum on her chin and lips. Brendan rammed his cock into her mouth finishing.

Tammy collapsed onto the lounge chair, with cum covering her entire upper body. Once she regained her senses she looked a Brendan and Ken smiling. “You boys are bad, look at the mess that you made of me,” she said.

“Well Mom it sure seemed like you enjoyed it,” Brendan replied.

“I never said that I didn’t but still you boys are bad,” she laughed, “Now go get the cooler out of the garage and fill it with ice and beer,” she instructed the boys. Tammy collapsed onto the chair, closing her eyes as the boys left to get the cooler.

Having been thoroughly fucked and satisfied she drifted off to sleep. She was dreaming about the boys fucking her over and over again.

She was startled awake by the feeling of a tongue licking her tit. Opening her eyes, she saw Heather naked on her knees at the side of the chair, licking the cum off her tits.

“Hi Aunt Tammy, you looked a little messy there so I thought I would clean you up,” Heather said as she sucked her Aunt’s nipple into her mouth.

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Hi, my name is Keith and as a teen I had an unusual interest in sex. I guess that I had more raging hormones than most. I developed an interest in sex that was out of the ordinary than most and was turned on by group sex and swinging. These remained only fantasies in high school until my later years in college when they became actual experiences. I met Bobbi in my junior year of college. From the moment we met, there was an instant attraction between us and before long we were living together. Bobbi was a natural redhead from Texas with an open minded wild side which probably led her to go to a more liberal college in Wisconsin. While living together, we explored sex as much as we could with each other. We explored and enjoyed oral, different positions, masturbation, nudity, and even anal.

We were open with each other about our fantasies. The great thing about our relationship was that we could not only talk openly with each other about our fantasies but we would not judge each other. It was nice to discuss group sex and swinging with her. Bobbi had fantasies about being with other girl and about incest. We were both the only child at home and didn’t have any brothers or sisters but the thought of being with a brother-sister couple or watching them turned us on. In our senior year, Bobbi had made friends with a girl in her class who turned out to be Bobbi’s first bi experience and our first threesome.

After college, we went to Chicago in 1980 to work new jobs and to live together. Our both our incomes provided us a bigger better apartment and luxuries that we had done without in college. I have always been a technology lover and after getting my first real job, I bought a Betamax video recorder with the latest black and white camera. It seems primitive by today’s standards but it was the latest back then. We extended our sexual interest to collecting and taping sex. We taped each other together or solo. We found an active swing club in Chicago and intimately got to know some couples. Sometimes we would swing at the club and sometimes we would have parties at the apartment. We taped as much at the apartment as our friends were comfortable with. It still is nice to watch the tapes from those days.

1983 was a year that brought some changes to our lifestyle. The new threat of AIDS stopped our swinging fun. We got married and we upgraded our video to a VHS deck with a new color camcorder. We continued to tape ourselves and with the new technology of the camcorder, we were able to tape our neighbors. The new camcorder could record in low light and from longer distances. The apartment complex we lived in had many young couples who never bother closing their blinds late at night which usually provided a show for a voyeuristic couple like us.

Bobbi became pregnant in 1984 and Greg was born. We moved to a house in 1985 and Bobbi became pregnant again with our second child, Sandy. The next few years were busy with raising the babies and our video activities diminished. After a family vacation, Bobbi and I were watching videos of the vacation and an idea popped in heads. We noticed how our children were growing up and knew that soon they would be starting to explore their sexuality. What if we videoed that like we had the normal videos of them growing up? We were intrigued and excited by the idea of secretly videoing their bedroom activities.

I went that weekend to the best electronics store in town. I bought an upgraded vhs tape deck that could interface with video cameras, record over long periods of time, and could easily edit with other VHS deck. Finding the right cameras took awhile but soon I had two camera video cameras that were smaller than my fist and gave sharp clear images in very low light. I was able to mount the cameras in the bedroom closets where they could not be seen but each one had a great view of the bed when the door was partially open. I ran the wiring through the attic and connected all of it to the master tape deck hidden in my office. Every day, Bobbi made sure that the closet doors were open enough for viewing as she put away the kid’s clothing. The tape deck timer was set for early mornings before school and late afternoons to evening.

Soon, we were editing scenes of Greg and Sandy changing clothes, some nude and some semi nude. As they grew older the videos got more interesting. I believe that we had taped some of the first times they tried masturbating and had many scenes of them masturbating afterwards. We even had a scene or two with Greg and some of his friends jacking off together. As they got older, there were videos of Greg with some of his first girlfriends and Sandy with a boyfriend or two. Bobbi and I went away for an evening and left the kids in charge as Greg was 20 and Sandy was 18. I reset the timer to record to start when we left to when we expected to return the next morning. One was always a thrill to view a recorded video because you didn’t know if you captured an erotic event Yakuplu Escort or normal day to day activity.

This one turned out to be special. The video did not tell us why the event happened or what led up to it but there was Sandy and Greg walking into her room, taking off each other’s clothes, and making love for a hour or so. I showed the video to Bobbi as soon as we were alone. The video not only surprised us but got us very horny. We always an interest in incest but never thought that we would actually see a brother and sister together, much less our own kids. This became our most watched video and always led to Bobbi and I making love afterwards. A year had passed after that weekend before we saw Sandy and Greg together again on tape. Again we were out for the evening and left the children in charge. This time Sandy had her friend Judy over and they had a threesome in Greg’s bedroom. It was the first time we had seen Sandy even naked with other girl much less touching each other. Well, like mother like daughter and this became number one on our watch list.

This year was our special wedding anniversary and I was taking Bobbi on a two week Caribbean cruise. I didn’t feel confident about being away from the video equipment for so long and I dismantled everything. I figured that I might upgrade the equipment when I return and maybe use the new DVD technology to replace the tape. We had no problem with the kids watching over the house. Greg was going to be twenty one soon and was working and going to college. Sandy was just out of high school and was working part time. We trusted them that there would be no booze parties while we were gone. Sandy and Greg drove us to the airport that Monday morning for our connecting flight with the cruise ship. We kissed and waved goodbye to each other as we entered the security check area. I looked back and thought how they have grown up so fast. Greg was six feet tall with sandy brown hair and brown eyes with a tennis player physique but hated tennis.

Sandy looked a lot like her mother, petite, fair skinned, but with auburn hair and blue eyes. Bobbi and I boarded the plane without a care in the world and prepared to celebrate twenty years of wedded bliss and more.

Greg and Sandy walked across the airport parking lot and headed for the family SUV.

Greg said, “You want to drive?”

Sandy walked to the passenger door and said, “You can drive, the traffic around here scares me.”

Greg unlocked the doors and climbed into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and looked over at Sandy. “You mind if I just drop you off at the house? I have to be at work

soon.”

Sandy fumbled in her purse for some lipstick and applied a fresh coat. “Sure, not a problem. You have plans this weekend? I going out with Brad on Friday but that’s about it. We have the house to ourselves for a couple of weeks.”

Greg looked at Sandy and smiled. “No plans at all. Jenny is going on vacation with her parents after Wednesday. No plans at all.”

Sandy turned on the radio and cranked up the sound. Soon, the SUV was pulling into their driveway and Sandy stepped out. She walked over the Greg’s window and motioned him to lower it. Greg started to play around and was moving the window up and down. He laughed at her and finally let the window go all the way down.

“OK, smartass” smiled Sandy, “I’ll be home tonight and will leave the backdoor unlocked for when you get home.”

“Thanks, I probably won’t get off until about 11:00. See ya.” Said Greg as he leaned his head out the window and kissed Sandy goodbye. Sandy waved as the SUV rolled back out of the driveway and she walked to the backdoor. Reaching in her purse for the door keys, she unlocked the door and walked in. How quiet the house was. Usually mom was home making some kind of noise around the house. The quiet was pleasant for once and Sandy felt free in the empty house knowing that no one would be there for hours. She went to the family room and turned on the computer. She took off her clothes as the computer booted up. Once the bells and whistles stopped, Sandy sat nude at the keyboard. She loaded her favorite cd into the player and checked her email and instant messages. Nothing interesting came in, she thought then opened the browser and started to surf the net.

Sandy went to her favorite site which was contained erotic stories of types and interests. Sandy looked through the list of current offerings and chose to read whatever struck her fancy. Sandy found this site many years ago and found out more about sex than just the normal man and woman stuff. Some days she liked to read more romantic or first time stories and sometimes she would read about lesbians or group sex.

Her favorite was about incest. The idea of fucking a family member excited her and a really good story was hard to come by. The stories had given her ideas that made her horny for her brother and later she had seduced her Escort Yakuplu brother. She then shared the story site with him. Sometimes they read together and masturbated or did oral sex when no one else was home. One time they planned and seduced Sandy’s best friend into a three way. Sandy loved her first bi experience and it was everything that she thought it would be. She loved to watch Greg screw her friend but her friend was at first shocked and then excited to see Greg fuck his sister. “What a wild night that was”, thought Sandy. Sandy continued reading various stories and jilled her pussy with the better ones. Sandy had some small orgasms with the stories and soon realized it was getting late and how tired she was. Sandy picked up her clothes and walked nude through the house to her bedroom. Throwing her clothes on a chair, she laid down in her bed and immediately went to sleep.

She woke up the next morning as the sun started to come through her window. She didn’t realize that she had slept so soundly. She didn’t even hear Greg come in the house that night. She put on her robe and went into the kitchen. Greg was already up and dressed for work.

“Hi want some coffee?” smiled Greg and he poured milk over his cereal.

“Yeah, but that’s about all.” She said sleepily, “I have to get in the shower soon and get ready for work. I’m already running later than usual.”

Sandy took the coffee from Greg, gave him a kiss, and headed for the bathroom. She drank her coffee in sips between showering, dressing, applying makeup, and walking out

the door for work. Greg had already left and had taken the SUV which left the old Toyota for Sandy to drive. The car never would start on the first try anymore but it did start and Sandy drove into work. Both had work the rest of the week and the week went by slow. Greg saw Jenny off to go on her vacation with her parents and Sandy went out with Brad on Friday night which ended up in an argument that brought Sandy home early.

Sandy looked for Greg but apparently he was out doing something. Sandy was upset with Brad being such an asshole and she thought a drink would calm her down. Her parents were cool open minded parents but they kept the liquor locked in a cabinet in the family room. Bobbi had left her keys on her dresser and maybe, Sandy thought, the key to the liquor cabinet would be there. She took the key ring with her to the family room and tried several keys to open the cabinet. None worked until finally one key slid in the lock and turned. Opening the double door, Sandy looked at the choices of liquor to choose from.

She always liked VO and coke and poured the golden liquid to about half the glass. She went to put the keys back on her mother’s dresser and stopped by the kitchen for a cold can of Coke. She back into the family room, turned on the TV, and mixed the coke in with her VO. She sat down and took a long drink from her glass.

Soon, she was getting very relaxed and could give a shit about Brad. While reaching for her glass, Sandy accidentally knocked it over. Sandy thought “damn, now I have to clean this up. I hope that it doesn’t stain.” She got some old shop towels and soaked up the carpet area and then she sprayed some carpet cleaner on the spot. She got on her knees and started to wipe and dry the area, Sandy thought, “looks OK now.” While kneeling over the spot , she saw something that she never noticed before or thought about. The liquor cabinet had a lower second set of double doors on the cabinet. She had never seen them open and always assumed that it contained more booze. Since the cabinet was unlocked, might as well see what booze is there as I need to replace the drink I spilled and didn’t get to finish. Crawling over to the cabinet, Sandy pulled on the two handles and opened the doors. To her surprise there were no liquor bottles only rows of plastic video tape cases.

This looks interesting thought Sandy. The cases were not marked on their spines so Sandy pulled out the first case from the upper left hand corner. She opened the box and saw a video tape that had a label on it that had “Bobbi and Keith 1980” handwritten on it.

Sandy smiled with curiosity as she wondered what was on it. She fixed another VO and coke and went over to the VCR. She pushed the tape cartridge in the VCR and sat back in the chair as the TV turned form black screen to a flickering black and white. Sandy took a sip of her drink and almost spit it out as she watched the black and whites of her mother, a very young Bobbi, removing her clothes. It was almost funny to see her with permed big hair but she was an attractive lady with a hot body back then. Sandy did start to laugh to see the next shot with her Dad with longer hair and a Fu Manchu moustache.

Her laughter subsided as he took off his clothes and revealed a very nice hard cock. She turned up the volume on the remote but there was mainly tape hiss interspersed with occasional Yakuplu Escort Bayan laughter.

You could tell on the next scene that her Dad was holding the camera as Sandy’s mother was giving a blow job. Sandy thought to herself how strange to watch this but she was getting turned on watching. After about 15 minutes of Bobbi’s tongue licking Keith’s cock and bobbing up and down on it, Keith came. The camera had closed in on mom’s face as streams of cum landed on her cheeks and nose. You could tell for the next scene the camera had been placed on a table and left running as mom and dad entered in to the shot of their bed and dad started to fuck mom. The original tape speed must have a bit slower than normal as their actions appeared to be one step in fast forward. It looked funny from the tape speed and being without close-ups but the sound of her mother moaning came through the sound loud and clear. Dad got out of bed and moved out of the scene towards the camera. The view was moving as dad walked over to the bed with the camera and shot of close-up of mom with a big silly grin on her face. The tape ended and Sandy got up to rewind the tape. As the tape was rewinding, Sandy thought how wild her parents are and how drowsy she was. Putting the tape away, Sandy went to her room and went to sleep.

Sandy woke up that Saturday around 11:00 and rose out of bed with a slight hangover. She struggled into the shower and ran hot water across her body. She finally started to feel better and got out of the shower. She dried herself, put on a robe, and headed for the kitchen. It was almost lunch so Sandy passed by the breakfast food and fixed a can of chicken soup. Greg walked in the kitchen only wearing boxers as Sandy was finishing her soup.

“When did you get in?” asked Sandy

“Around one” yawned Greg, “Bob and I were just cruising around. What did you do?”

“It started out bad.” smiled Sandy, “but it got better. That ass, Brad, started a fight and I left and got home early. I got in dad’s liquor cabinet and you will never guess what I found!”

“Oh what” said Greg thinking no big deal.

“Videos of mom and dad fucking!” grinned Sandy “and there is a whole shelf of them”

“Wow!” said Greg with a change of attitude, “A whole shelf. Will you let me see them?”

“Only if you are nice to me” smiled Sandy as she took Greg by the hand and lead him into the family room. “Lose those boxers too” as she let her robe fall to the floor. Sandy turned on the power to the TV and the VCR, and then opened the bottom cabinet doors. Greg lay nude on the couch with his eyes glued on the TV as Sandy inserted a tape. “This is the one I saw last night” as she pressed the play button. “There are plenty more so it looks like an all day and night video party.” The black and white video started just like last night and since she had seen it already, Sandy went into the kitchen for some cold sodas and came back. Sandy walked back in to see dad on the TV screen cumming on mom’s face and Greg stroking himself. “Wish you were in the picture?” teased Sandy.

“I wouldn’t pass the chance up” said Greg, “Mom was a little hottie back there, still is.”

“You had better slow down, there are a lot of videos to look at” grinned Sandy as she sat next to Greg. They watched the rest of the video, put it back they way they found it and loaded the next couple. It was more black and white of Keith and Bobbi. Sandy pulled out the fourth tape case. “Hey this is marked Keith, Bobbi, John, and Chris 1981.

I wonder what is on this one?” laughed Sandy

The tape started to play. The black and white scene opened with mom and another couple in bed. We assumed dad was holding the camera. The three toasted wine glasses and started to take turns kissing each other. Not your average kiss but French kisses and we were surprised to see mom deep tongue Chris, the other girl in the scene. Things became more surprising as Chris was on all fours eating mom while getting fucked by John and then the partners switched with Mom eating Chris and Mom was getting fucked by John. The scene ended with what looked like John cumming in mom and then John walked out of the camera scene, then some camera movement and Dad walked into the scene. The action started to repeat itself with Chris eating Mom again and Dad fucking Chris. The tape ended with Dad cumming in Chris.

Greg and I got worked up while watching the tapes and started to masturbate each other.

The last tape with the other couple got us going I was moaning with Greg’s fingers in my pussy and I pumped Greg’s cock where he shot his cum in the air, landing on his chest.

“Wow”, said Sandy catching her breath, “I didn’t know that Mom and Dad were swingers. Especially Mom with that girl, Chris!”

“Yeah” grinned Greg “If I was there I would have fucked them both! You’d never guess Mom and Dad did that. I know they are cool parents and open minded about some stuff but not this open minded.”

“You mean that you could have, want to, or like to fuck, Mom?” teased Sandy

“Mom, when she was younger” said Greg turning a little red, “I don’t know, maybe even now. She is still very hot looking. I just never really thought it before. How about you and Dad?” Greg teased back.

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“Every fairy tale has a bloody lining.”

-Alice Hoffman

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“Mirror, mirror, on the wall…”

“What’s that, mother?”

The Queen turned away from the glass. Her stepdaughter sat at the tower window, embroidery in her lap, looking puzzled.

“Just something I used to say when I was a little girl,” said the Queen. “A rhyming game. There’s a second part to it, but I can never remember how it goes.”

She looked at the mirror again, frowning over her reflection. Something didn’t look quite right about it.

It was then she remembered—with a start—that a man was still waiting for her. He was the captain of the castle guard, one of the only people allowed into the Queen’s private sitting room, here with some report or another. She allowed him to kneel, then took the scroll from him. “What’s this?”

“A writ of execution, your majesty,” said the captain.

The Princess looked startled. The Queen bit her lip. “For whom?”

“A woman in the township has been convicted of witchcraft. Some peddler.”

“They’re certain of her guilt?” said the Queen.

“The bishop swears it was a thorough inquiry.” The captain paused. “But the final authority is yours.”

The Queen sighed, then went to her desk and found the royal seal, pressing it into the scroll and handing it back. She noted that the Princess watched the captain leave, with an expression the Queen did not entirely approve of. But the captain was a handsome man, and what else could she expect?

The Queen sat by the window, opposite her stepdaughter. The Princess lowered her eyes in a gesture of respect. The captain, of course, had been looking at the Princess too, watching the rise and fall of her white breast and the barest flickering of the tongue between her red, red lips.

There was nothing so eye-catching as the expanse of pure white flesh over the neckline of the Princesses’ favorite dress. It couldn’t be helped.

“Do you know,” said the Queen, abruptly, “I was sitting at this window the first time I held you in my arms?”

The Princess had no visible reaction.

“There was a blizzard that night. You were still only a baby. And as I looked at you I said, I wish this child should grow to have lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, and skin as white as—”

The Queen stopped. She bit her lip again.

“Go on?” said the Princess.

“It’s not important.”

Was I ever so beautiful at her age, the Queen wondered, looking at the Princess? Did the people who looked at me feel what I feel now, looking at her?

“We must talk about a serious matter,” said the Queen, trying to stow her own thoughts. “You’re long past the age when we should have had you married.”

The Princess sat forward a little.

“Many eligible lords from other provinces desire to pay your court…”

“Oh Mother, who?” said the Princess. “Has the Duke of Hammand spoken to you?”

“But you must never marry,” the Queen said. The Princess looked stunned.

“I don’t understand?”

“When I die, you’ll become queen. There are no men with strong claims to the throne, so there’ll be no one to challenge your authority.

“But men don’t like kneeling to a woman. If there was any man around who could replace me, he would have years ago. That’s why I’ve never remarried, and why you can never marry at all. Your husband would be a threat to everything we’ve worked for.”

“But if I marry a good man, who will make a good king—” said the Princess.

“There are no good kings,” the Queen said. “And there are no good queens.”

“You’re a good queen!” said the Princess.

“Few think so. In the townships they call me the evil queen, and the wicked stepmother.”

“They do?”

“It doesn’t matter,” said the Queen. “They don’t have to love me so long as they stay loyal to me. They’ll be just as loyal to you, as long as you don’t make the mistake of giving them anyone else to switch their allegiance to.”

The Princess looked helpless. “But to always be alone…”

The queen moved behind her stepdaughter’s chair, cradling her head. “Well, you can have however many lovers you wish. But you have to be discrete. Your enemies will call you a whore if they ever find out. Never seem anything but pure and virginal. As pure January sn—”

A little sigh from the Princess cut her off. The Queen stroked her stepdaughter’s cheek. She paused again, and though her outward demeanor didn’t change, her heart was racing. Should she really say what she was thinking next?

“Of course,” she continued, “there are many ways to be happy. You are such a beauty, my darling. You are the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

“That’s very sweet, mother,” said the Princess. “But—”

“I’ve tried my best to love you as your real mother would. The Queen put the Princesses’ hand to her breast. “Do you feel my heart beating? It beats for you. A mother’s love is special. It can be all you need, if you let it. Who else in the entire world can love you like I do? Who else has admired your beauty for your entire life?

“But Yalı Escort of course, we are not blood relations. There would be no sin in it. Don’t you see how perfect it is? And am I not beautiful too? Can you not love me? Or perhaps you could grow to love me in that way? With time?”

The Princess looked shocked. The Queen panicked and, before anything else could happen, she pressed her lips to her stepdaughter’s. She held the trembling kiss for a handful of seconds and then pulled away, giddy with the succulent, decadent thrill of it all.

But then she saw the fear in her stepdaughter’s eyes; fear, and disgust. The Queen looked away, bowing her head with shame.

“Of course, there are other ways too,” she said. The Princess said nothing. The Queen turned back to the mirror. “Go and rest. You’ve had a long day. There are even longer days ahead. Yes, we both need rest…”

The Princess left her embroidery behind. The Queen watched her go with the threat of tears stinging her eyes. All of a sudden, before she even really knew what she was doing, she flew to the door and ran into the corridor, catching up with the Princess just as she was passing the captain of the guard on the stairs.

“Captain!” cried the Queen. “Arrest my daughter.”

The Princess whirled around; the captain gaped. The servants nearby cried out. “Your majesty?” the captain said.

The Queen put her hands on her hips. “Lock her in her chambers until I order her freed.”

The Princess said nothing. The nearby sentries, their movements slow and their faces ashen, seized on her, though each put only a hand on one of her elbows. The captain regained his composure first.

“What is the charge?” he said.

The Queen pursed her lips. “Treason.”

The Queen heard one of the sentries whisper an apology to the Princess. She said nothing, going along meekly, with her eyes on the floor. The Queen went back to the sitting room and locked herself in. Then she paced up and down.

Would the Princess tell anyone what happened? Would anyone believe her? The Queen contemplated her mirror again; why was she so drawn to it tonight? She touched the glass, tracing her features in it…

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” she whispered. “Who’s the fairest of them all?”

“The princess is fairest. Fairest by far.”

The Queen whirled around. “Who’s there?” she said.

“Look here,” the voice said again. The Queen peered at the looking glass. Was it coming from—? But that was impossible.

She saw that her reflection had somehow changed. It was smirking at her, for one thing. The mirror spoke, with a voice that was vacant and slightly masculine:

“The princess is the fairest in all the land,” it said. “Her lips as red as blood, her hair as black as ebony, and her skin as white as snow.”

“You’re right,” said the Queen. “She is beautiful…”

“She’s more than beautiful!” said the mirror. “She is beauty itself. But you? You age. The years lie more heavily on you every day. Why would the fairest girl in all the land ever love an aging matron who will visit the grave before her time?”

“You’re right,” said the Queen. She chewed her fingernails and paced.

“But if you were to become more beautiful,” the mirror continued, “the fairest of them all, then she would not be able to resist you. She would throw herself at your feet.”

“But how?”

“There are powers beyond the kin of most mortals that you may yet call upon,” said the mirror.

At first the Queen didn’t know what this meant. Then, the realization coming to her, she ran to the corridor and cried for the nearest sentry. She didn’t bother waiting for the man to kneel before demanding, “The execution, is it over? Is the witch woman dead?”

“I don’t know, your majesty.”

The Queen flew to her desk, scratching a quill across parchment as fast as she could. She set the royal seal on the pardon and handed it, wax still dripping, to the sentry. “Go as fast as you can. Bring that woman to the castle, and dally for nothing!”

The man left in such a hurry that he didn’t even salute. The Queen paced some more. Her reflection watched her with a smile. After an hour they brought the prisoner in, an old crone with not a tooth in her head. The witch tried to curtsy, but her knees wouldn’t bend properly after a week in shackles. The Queen sent everyone else away, and the two were alone together.

“So,” said the Queen, regarding the old woman. “Is it true?”

The witch seemed at a loss.

“Is it true that you’ve had congress with the devil, and that he taught you magic arts?”

“No, your highness,” said the witch.

“I signed the writ of execution that said it’s true, which means you’re calling me a liar. That’s treason, and it’s punishable by death.”

The old woman worked her gums and turned her jaundiced eyes from side to side. “What I’m accused of is also punishable by death. It seems your majesty would have me put to death either way, even though you’re all that stopped it from happening already.”

The Queen leaned in. Escort Yalı “Tell me the truth, whatever it is, and you will be freed. I swear on…my daughter’s life.”

The witch’s eyes lit up. She smiled with her gums and said, “Then yes, it’s true.”

“Tell me how.”

The witch looked baffled. “All you have to do is summon the devil. But he is here already!”

The witch pointed at the mirror. The Queen’s reflection leered.

“All right. What else?” said the Queen.

“You must abjure all forms of divinity. And you must have a witness who is already learned in the Forbidden Arts.”

“Will you suffice?”

The witch nodded.

“Very well,” said the Queen. “Here, in the eyes of this solemn witness, I renounce my bonds to every god, and to every power except the one in this mirror, provided that this being will furnish me with the power to achieve all of my ends.

“So help me…no one.”

The flames of all the lamps in the room blazed, shooting six inches. Several of the glass chimneys exploded. The old witch squawked and covered her gray head, but the Queen didn’t react.

“You will have all that you desire,” said the mirror. “But there will be a price.”

“I’ll pay it.”

“Be careful, your majesty,” said the witch. “You are new to the power, and your familiar spirit will try to lead you to its own ends.”

“Your further council is not required,” said the Queen. She rang for the sentries. “Take this old crone away, and give her gold. But remember, old one, that your pardon is valid only outside the bounds of this castle and the adjoining town. If you ever return, you’ll face the noose again.”

Once alone, the Queen returned to the mirror. “What’s your price for the beauty that will capture my daughter’s heart? What rituals must I perform?”

“No ritual, oh queen,” said the mirror. “Merely a favor. In the town there is a church, and there are many such churches in your kingdom, and priests, and friars, and even a bishop. You must cast them out. Pull down the churches and outlaw these holy clergy. Do this, and I will make you the most beautiful creature in the world.”

“It will be done,” said the Queen. She paused. “And my daughter? What should I do with her?”

“Keep her locked up until the task is complete. It will teach her respect, and a new appreciation for you.”

And so it was done. The Queen’s soldiers evicted the bishop and all his followers and burnt the churches, and a new law was set down against any prayers or invocations. The dungeons swarmed with prisoners and every one of her royal ministers told the Queen to abandon this mad edict, but she didn’t budge.

A year passed, and the Princess languished in prison. The Queen, as per the mirror’s promise, grew more beautiful every day, and though most of her subjects soon hated her, those who looked on her face couldn’t help falling under the spell of burning, poisonous desire.

One day the Queen stood nude before the mirror, admiring herself. “Am I really the fairest of them all?” she said. “It seems to me that my daughter is fairer still…”

“That doesn’t matter,” said the mirror. “She will not be able to resist you now. Send for her.”

The Queen clothed herself only in a light robe in front of the captain of the guard, and he was unable to take his eyes off of the magnificent smoothness and whiteness of her exposed flesh. She ignored his stares. “I’ve had a change of heart,” said the Queen. “Set my daughter free and bring her to me.”

“Yes, your majesty,” mumbled the captain.

The Queen reclined on a chaise lounge, admiring the curves of her own calves and thighs. She had always been beautiful, but never vain. Nor was she now, at least in her mind; she coveted not beauty, but what beauty could bring her.

The Princess entered; the Queen’s heart climbed into her throat. Though her stepdaughter had become wan and dark-eyed in her year of confinement, her loveliness was not diminished. Indeed, her state only added to her vulnerability.

“Oh my daughter,” said the Queen. “My dear, dear daughter. How have you weathered these long months?”

“Well enough, Mother,” said the Princess. “Though imprisonment runs hard on everyone sooner or later.”

“Your prison is more lavish than the homes of some of the richest people in our kingdom,” said the Queen.

“Not yours,” said the Princess.

The Queen sighed. “You’re right, of course. Your arrest was…rash. In truth, I was mad with jealousy. Can a girl your age, who has never loved, understand that? You can’t know the lengths a person will go to achieve the most secret desire of her heart.”

The Princess’ expression remained icy.

“But that’s all in the past now,” said the Queen. “You are free. Just tell me, my daughter, my darling one, that you will consent to stay with me, to rule by my side and be the one and only sovereign of my heart. Please tell me you can love me, truly love me, in every way?”

The Queen threw off the robe and displayed the painful beauty of her immaculate body in all its glory. The Princess Yalı Escort Bayan watched, unblinking…and then she shook her head, once to one side, once to the other.

“No,” was all she said.

The Queen frowned. Then she came face-to-face with the younger woman, peering into her eyes, looking for her reflection there but not finding it.

“So cold, my daughter?” said the Queen. “A heart of ice, to match your skin so white?”

“My heart is my own,” said the Princess.

The Queen’s brow darkened. “So it is.”

She put her robe back on, then knelt over her desk for a moment. When she was done she called in the captain and handed him a paper. “What’s this?” he said.

“A writ of execution,” the Queen said. The captain gasped. She ignored him. “Take my daughter out into the woods. Do it there, out of sight.”

The captain swallowed and licked his dry lips. “And how shall I…?”

The Queen turned to the mirror. “Cut out her heart,” she said.

The captain trembled as he saluted. When he was gone, the Queen returned to the mirror. “So rash again, my queen?” it said.

“You lied. No matter how beautiful I become she will never love me.”

“I didn’t say she would love you,” said the mirror. “I said she would throw herself at your feet. And she will. You will see.”

The Queen’s heart burned like a ball of fire in her chest. She sat by the window, and in time a storm blew up, burying the land in white. She watched the tiny crystalline flakes collect on her windowsill.

Gradually, her rage cooled, and a sliver of doubt lodged in her breast, needling her until, while examining the intricacies of the frost on the glass, she realized what she’d done. Mortal terror seized her. She ran to the opposite window, the one facing the forest, hoping it was not too late.

But then there was the captain, waiting for her at the top of the stairs, looking shaken. My God, thought the Queen, he didn’t really…

She fought to maintain her composure; no matter what, the men serving her could never be allowed to see her doubt. “Well?” said the Queen.

The captain hesitated. “There is something you must know…”

The Queen almost collapsed in relief. But no, not in front of the captain; no weakness, not ever. “I gave you an order!” she cried. Thanks the gods you didn’t carry it out, she thought.

“I was fully prepared to obey you, but when I looked on her, pity seized my heart. How could it not? Would you not feel the same in my position?”

The Queen’s expression softened, but only a little.

“She asked me if she could be permitted time to pray. I had to consent.”

“You know the law.”

“I do. But I couldn’t tell her no. Order my execution, if you wish. I will carry it out myself.”

The Queen merely gestured for him to continue.

“When she was done, the princess said that she had had a change of heart. She said to use that exact phrase. She said that if I would spare her life and bring her back to the castle and tell you that, all would be well. Further, she says she will wait for you in your most private bedchamber. She said that you would understand what she means.”

The Queen’s breath left her body. She began to swoon, but caught herself. Then she caressed the captain’s cheek and kissed him, once, very lightly, on the lips. He almost fell over.

“Thank you, captain,” said the Queen. “For everything.”

The Queen went to her bedchamber. Along the way she ordered the servants out, promising death on whoever disturbed her this night. When she threw open the doors she found the Princess reclining in her bed, her body covered by only a single silken sheet.

“Hello, Mother.”

She stood, keeping the sheet wrapped across her breasts, and then she kneeled at the Queen’s feet. The Queen saw the soft line of her stepdaughter’s bare back and her black-as-night hair spilling over naked white shoulders.

“I’ve come back to beg your forgiveness. I see now how wrong I was to reject my mother’s love. I can only hope that you find it in your heart to accept me back into your graces, even though I am so undeserving.”

Tears pricked the Queen’s eyes. “Oh my daughter. My darling one. My heart.”

The Queen went to her knees. The Princess let the sheet drop, revealing the glory of her naked body in the dim yellow lamps. The Queen dared to kiss those blood-red lips while, just behind them, a warm, wet tongue that darted back and forth in a tantalizing chase.

The Princess pulled the Queen onto bed and they tumbled down together onto the same sheets where the Queen and the Old King once shared many hours. Their hot mouths pressed together, the Princess’ supple fingers combed through her stepmother’s hair, long silken strands spilling around them.

The Princess removed the Queen’s robe and they nestled together, each aware of the parity of their naked bodies, almost but not quite completely alike the other. The Queen looked at her own naked thigh pressed against her stepdaughter’s; only the Princess’ complexion indicated which belonged to which.

The Queen let her hands explore the planes and curves of the body she’d longed for so many nights, alone and cold in this same bed. The Princess sprawled on the cushions, eyes closed, face turned a little, mewling with pleasure as the Queen’s fingers slid across her erect nipples.

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The following day at school Renee and Stacy were highly uncomfortable. Their pussies were itchy because they were healing after so many fucks and itchy because they wanted to be fucked again. The girls crossed and uncrossed their legs through their classes, trying to relieve the aching in their cunts. At lunch they cursed the fact that they didn’t have cars. They walked through the neighborhood surrounding the school looking for a hidden place. They finally found a house that looked as if no one was home, in the backyard it had a set of stairs leading underground to a basement door.

They went down the stairs and each girl took turns leaning against the door while the other girl knelt down and sucked and finger-fucked her aching pussy. It made the rest of the afternoon easier to bear but it was still difficult. During cheerleading practice Renee was shocked by how turned on it made her to watch the other girls jumping around in their tight practice clothes, their titties bouncing and their asses wiggling. She figured that practice was going to be rough from then on.

After practice, when the coach had left the locker room, the girls gathered around Natalie to tell her how many guys they had fucked over the weekend. Renee noticed that many of them were looked at her in surprise when they saw her line up. When it was her turn Natalie said, “And how many for you, Renee?” in an amused and sarcastic tone of voice.

Renee looked at Natalie and the rest of the girls. A few days ago she would have been so embarrassed and afraid of them. She was different now though, she knew that she was so much stronger and sexier than the other girls. She looked Natalie in the eye and said, “I guess it depends, does it count if I had sex with a girl?”

The locker room was filled with surprise, gasps and whispers. Natalie was shocked, blustering. Diane came over and interrupted Natalie, said of course not, the contest was supposed to be about how many guys you could fuck. Girls definitely did not count. Renee faced Diane and the rest of the girls, she reminded everyone that the contest was supposed to be about how sexually alluring you were. If that were the case girls should count because they were a lot harder to seduce.

Diane was still saying no when Lisa spoke up. The fight had originally been between Lisa and Diane, Lisa was ready to take sides against Diane. Natalie was angry at the way that Diane had interrupted her, she changed her tune and said that she thought girls should count. It was three against one and the other girls quickly agreed that girl sex should be okay. Natalie looked at Renee and asked her how many again, this time with more respect in her voice.

When Renee answered thirteen and handed over $3.25 everyone was shocked. Had Renee had sex with 13 girls over the weekend? Renee explained that she had had sex with 4 girls and 9 guys. All the girls were surprised and Diane, angry because she had lost both the fight and the high score for the weekend, questioned whether Renee was telling the truth. Renee explained that she didn’t even know the names of some of the people that she had fucked but if they wanted some proof they were free to ask Stacy about it. Renee was so sure of herself that the topic was dropped.

Renee walked home happy and victorious, none of the other girls had had close to that many sexual partners over the weekend and many of them were now looking at Renee with admiration. Real admiration, Renee had expected that they might look down on her. When Renee got home she found a note from her Mother saying that she had gone to a last minute business dinner with Renee’s Father, so Renee and her brother and sister were supposed to order a pizza.

Renee started walking upstairs. The house was quiet and Renee assumed that Leslie and Teddy weren’t home yet. She threw her books on her desk and lay down across her bed. Stacy wasn’t supposed to call her until after dinner and she’d have to wait for Leslie and Teddy before she ordered her own dinner. She had some time to kill.

Her pussy was wet and itchy. It had been so achy all day. Renee looked over at her nightstand, there was a baton lying across it. She pictured the baton up inside of her pussy, she remembered Stacy fucking her pussy with it on Saturday night. It had felt so good. She felt her nipples tightening and tingling at the memory. She closed her eyes and stretched. She was going to touch herself all over. Strip her clothes off and touch herself all over and then fuck herself with the baton. She trailed a hand Yavuztürk Escort over her stomach…

“Renee?”

Renee sat up quickly, taking her hand away from her stomach. Her younger sister Leslie stood hesitantly in the door. Renee’s heart was beating fast, her face was flushed. She tried to calm herself down, there was no way that Leslie could have guessed what she was about to do. She probably hadn’t even noticed the hand tracing circles over Renee’s stomach.

“Hey, what’s up?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Trying to sound normal. Failing miserably.

Leslie walked into the bedroom, stood next to Renee’s bed. She looked around the room and then down at Renee. “I know what you and Stacy did Saturday night.”

Renee’s eyes widened, she covered her face and fell back on the bed. What had happened? Had the twins been telling everyone that they had fucked her and Stacy? “Oh God, how do you know?” Renee moaned.

“I saw you… I was really bored and I heard strange noises so I opened the vent,” Leslie explained.

Renee uncovered her eyes and looked up at the vent, it had two sides, one opening into her own room and one opening into her sister’s. The slats were wide open, the piece of cardboard that usually stood between the two vents to block spying eyes and light was gone. “Oh, Leslie, how could you? I thought we agreed that we were too old for spying years ago!” Renee wailed.

“How could I? How could I? How could you?!” Leslie exclaimed.

Renee covered her face again. “You aren’t going to tell Mom and Dad are you? Promise me that you won’t tell them, Leslie.”

“I won’t tell them. But I want you to do it to me,” Leslie said.

“What?” Renee peeked out from under her arm at her sister.

“I want you to do what you were doing to Stacy to me. And I know that it doesn’t matter if I’m your sister, I heard Stacy talking about doing it to Kate.”

Renee sat up and looked at Leslie, she sounded so resolute. “No Leslie, you’re too young.”

“I’m too young? What are you talking about? Lots of girls in my grade are having sex with boys now. And I know that you used to have sex with Tim Watson, I found the pills in your desk and I could just tell that you had done it. I always knew that you had sex with him and you weren’t much older than me.”

“Leslie, you don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“How old do you think I am, three?” Leslie’s voice was rising, she was getting angry. “I know what I’m talking about. Lesbian sex. Girl on girl sex. Eating pussy. Licking carpet. I never really thought about it before but when I saw you and Stacy doing it I knew that I wanted to do it too. You definitely liked it. It looked amazing and I want it too. I can start having sex anytime I want to, I want to have it now and I want to have it with you.”

Renee looked up at Leslie. Renee knew that she was right. But it was her little sister and she just wanted to protect her. No matter how much Renee enjoyed sex, no matter how much she loved being a slut, for some reason it didn’t seem right introducing Leslie to any of it.

But isn’t that what Kate had done? Introduced her own little sister to sex, to fucking, to being a slut? It was a little different, Stacy was older than Leslie was. But Kate hadn’t become a slut until she went to college, she was teaching Stacy to be a slut while she was still in high school. Kate didn’t think that Stacy needed to be older. What would Kate think about Leslie?

Renee looked at her sister. She really wasn’t that young. And she was right, many of the girls her age were already having sex. Renee had been having sex. And Renee did want to protect Leslie from that. From being a cunt that some horny boy could fill full of lies of love and then use, not caring about Leslie’s own satisfaction, maybe not even able to satisfy her. Renee wanted Leslie’s first experiences to be full of pleasure and Renee could give her that. Renee wanted to teach Leslie how to enjoy sex even if she was just being used by some guy, she wanted to teach her how to use guys for her own pleasure. She felt like she could teach her that.

Leslie had grown impatient. “If you don’t do it I will tell Mom and Dad about you and Stacy.”

Renee stood up and walked over to close the door. She turned and faced her younger sister. Taking her in. Young and beautiful. So innocent. Had Renee looked like that to the boys and men she had fucked over the weekend? Is that what had attracted them to her? The fact that Escort Yavuztürk there were so many things she didn’t know? So many things they could show her for the first time? It was like a power. The power to grant sexual knowledge and pleasure.

She walked over to Leslie. Ran a hand up her sister’s arm. She felt tingles of pleasure run up her own arm as she touched her sister’s smooth skin. She looked into Leslie’s eyes. Was her touch making Leslie tingle? “Alright, Leslie, you win,” she whispered and leaned forward to touch her lips to her sister’s.

Her lips were soft and warm. Renee licked them, stroking a tongue across them, tasting her sister. So close she could smell her. Feel her warmth. Leslie was tense, unsure of what to do. Renee pulled her close, pressed her to her own body, felt her arms and her breasts and her hips bumping up against her.

She stopped kissing her sister, put her hands on her slim waist, pulled away to look into her eyes. “Just relax, Leslie. That’s rule number one. Everything is so much better if you relax. Now kiss me.”

She leaned forward to kiss her again and Leslie’s delicious mouth met her halfway. Yielding. Soft and pliant and opening to let her in. She licked over Leslie’s lips and then pushed her tongue into Leslie’s mouth. Oh God, she was surrounded by her sister’s taste. She moved the hands that were on Leslie’s waist, slid them under her t-shirt and up her back. Over her warm smooth skin, soft like silk.

Her tongue stroked over Leslie’s and she felt Leslie’s tongue moving, meeting hers, seeking Renee’s own warmth and flavor. Renee felt her pussy raging, melting, her little sister was making her so hot. She unhooked Leslie’s bra. Broke their kiss. Moved back a few inches, just enough so that she could look into Leslie’s eyes. See her reaction as she brought her hands around to Leslie’s stomach, caressed her warm skin and then moved up. Slipping her hands under Leslie’s bra, cupping her small breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently. Running her thumbs over the hardening nipples.

Leslie gasped, her quick intake of air pressing her titties into Renee’s palms. Renee watched her little sister close her eyes and start to melt under the wonderful feeling of hands caressing her titties. Renee kissed her again. She had to taste her again. Feel Leslie against her tongue. She kissed her deeply, her fingers playing with her little nipples.

Leslie was moaning into her mouth, meeting her tongue and the movements of Renee’s hands and body with need and innocence. Renee stepped back and took off Leslie’s t-shirt, slid her bra down her arms. Renee stared at her sister’s titties, they were a little bigger than her own but they were still so young, still that funny shape of new breasts. She lay Leslie down on her bed and covered her with her body, felt the material of Leslie’s jeans against her skin.

She was leaning down to lick and suck a firm titty when Leslie’s hands stopped her. She looked up questioningly. “Wait. Take off your shirt too. I want you to take off your shirt too.” She knelt above her sister and took off her shirt and bra, watching Leslie drinking in the sight of her naked breasts.

Leslie sat up and the sisters sat in each other’s laps, their legs tangled. Renee watched her sister reach out in wonder, run her fingers over Renee’s titties, making Renee shiver. They played with each other’s titties, stroking, swirling, pulling, pinching. Learning the reactions of the other girl. What caused a sigh, a moan, a shiver. They took turns, leaning forward, kissing and licking and sucking soft titties, nibbling tender flesh.

Renee was hot, so so hot and she could tell that her sister was hot too. She ran her hands over Leslie’s jean clad thighs and pushed her down until she was lying back on the bed. Her hands were all over Leslie’s legs, stroking over Leslie’s mound, she listened to Leslie moaning, watched Leslie pushing her pussy up into her hands. She unfastened Leslie’s jeans and pulled them down, took off her shoes and socks, pulled the jeans all the way off.

She looked at her little sister lying there wearing only a little pair of blue panties. She rubbed her fingers over the soft panties, feeling the softness of Leslie’s pussy under them, feeling her wetness soaking the cloth. She pushed her fingers harder against the material, deeper into her sister’s young cunt, enjoying her gasps and moans. She spread her thighs wider and buried her face in the blue material, licking it, tasting Yavuztürk Escort Bayan the cloth and her sister, her delicious sister. She nibbled and bit gently at the pussy through the panties. Leslie was moaning and moaning and moaning.

She reached up and pulled the panties down, baring Leslie’s pussy. Her family was very conservative, very uptight. She hadn’t seen Leslie’s pussy since they were very little girls. She looked at it now, covered in silky fur, puffy pink skin peeking through, glistening with juice. She touched it, pushed her fingers past the outer lips to the inner lips, wet wet wet. Her sister was moaning, crying out. Renee’s own pussy was quivering, her sister felt so good under her fingers.

She found her sister’s little clit, circled and pressed it with her fingers. Leslie was crying out in shock and amazement, she couldn’t believe how good it felt to have her sister touching her between her legs. She never wanted her to stop. Renee’s mouth dove into the hot pussy again, sucking up the taught little clit, loving it with her tongue. God she tasted so good and she was going crazy under Renee’s tongue.

Renee knew that Leslie was going to orgasm any second. She sucked hard on her clit, tickled it with her tongue. She gripped her sister’s firm little ass in her hands, squeezed it, pushing her up harder into her mouth. She felt Leslie’s thighs shaking against her head, her pussy quivering beneath her mouth, her clit dancing under her tongue. Leslie was crying out, screaming. Her orgasm receded and Renee removed her face from between her sister’s legs. She lay next to her sister, held her, Leslie continued to sigh and moan as her body shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Leslie recovered herself, pulled Renee even closer, kissed her cheeks and lips, thanked her again and again. “Let me do it for you,” she begged and Renee sat up and removed her skirt and panties. Leslie stared at her shaved pussy. “What did you do to your pussy?” she asked. “It’s better this way,” Renee explained. “It makes it nicer for you to lick and I can feel more.”

Renee gasped and moaned as Leslie’s fingers slid over her smooth cunt. She lay back and spread her legs, opening herself to her sister’s exploration. Leslie touched her all over and then said, “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to do what you did to me.” Renee guided her fingers to her clit and said, “Touch me here, lick it and kiss it and suck on it. Don’t stop, just keep doing it until I tell you to stop.”

Leslie’s fingers rubbed, circled, tugged on Renee’s clit. Renee lay back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations that were flowing all over her body. Soon she felt Leslie’s little tongue lapping hesitantly over her pussy, tasting her, learning to love the taste of a hot pussy, finding her clit and licking and sucking. Renee bucked her pussy up against her sister’s hot little mouth as she devoured her clit. She moaned and grabbed her own titties, pinching and tugging at her aching nipples. An orgasm rocked through her body, leaving her clit ultra-sensitive but she didn’t ask Leslie to stop. Her mouth kept licking and sucking and Renee orgasmed again and again until she could take no more and she pushed her sister’s mouth away from her pussy.

Leslie moved up and hugged her. Renee thanked her and told her she’d done a wonderful job. They lay naked, tangled together, enjoying the feeling of hot smooth skin pressed up against them. Recovering from their orgasms. Whispering to each other, saying how good it had felt to have their sister’s mouth on their pussies. Until they heard the front door slam and knew their younger brother was home.

They jumped up and dressed, giggling with excitement and fear at the thought of getting caught. They skipped downstairs to meet Teddy, to talk about pizza toppings, to order pizza and eat their dinner, super hungry from their afternoon activities.

After dinner Stacy called, Renee said that she was bringing a surprise. She showed up at Stacy’s door with Leslie in tow and she shared her sister’s beautiful young cunt with her best friend. The two girls licked and sucked all over Leslie’s body, sucked her clit and finger-fucked her hole, making she orgasm again and again. Until she was familiar with the hot, lightening, overwhelming sensations of orgasms. They offered her their bodies for exploration and taught her how to please them. They moaned and cried out as her hot mouth moved all over them, as she sucked their clits and finger-fucked them until they orgasmed beneath her mouth.

Renee and Leslie walked home, their mother pleased to see that Renee and Stacy had included Leslie. They got ready for bed. Leslie slipped into Renee’s bedroom. They slept naked in each other’s arms, each waking several times throughout the night to devour her sister’s pussy.

To Be Continued…

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It was going to be a long night. It was Friday night and my Mom and I just dropped off our dog at the kennel so our house could be fumigated. That darn dog got infested with fleas and was kind enough to share them with the rest of the house. Since we couldn’t stay at the house, we drove to a local motel.

When we entered the room I looked around and groaned, it was kinda seedy and there was only one bed. My mom looked at the bed and said, “There must be some mistake, I’ll be right back.” A few minutes later my mom came walking back, frowning. “When he said the room was a double, I thought that he meant two beds not a single double bed. No wonder the price was so low.” She sighed then said, “It’s an extra $20.00 a night for two double beds.” She looked at me and asked, “Money’s a little tight, do you think we can rough it for a night?”

“Sure, no problem,” I said. But inside I was fuming, if my dad hadn’t run off with that tramp, money wouldn’t be so tight. It has become especially tight since he no longer ahs to pay child support.

We both sat on the bed and I turned on the TV. Halfway through the movie, my mom headed to the bathroom and slipped on her pajamas.

When she came out, I glanced her way. She was wearing a light pink thin cotton nightshirt that went down to her knees. Although the nightshirt was very conservative it didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her tits as they swayed freely, her nipples poking at the thin material. When she reached the bed she stopped and said, “I guess I should have brought my robe.”

I felt my face turn beet red as I turned away. “Uhm, I uhm,” I stammered.

She burst out laughing at my discomfort. “Jeez Mike, just relax a little will you.” She looked around at the small room and added, “Things may be a little cozy, but I think we’ll survive. It’s a good thing we’re a close, right kiddo.” She gave me a light punch on the shoulder and sat on the bed with her back resting on the headboard.

My friends were always telling me that my mom was hot, but I really didn’t notice until now. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a nicely proportioned petite frame. “My dad had to be crazy to give up a babe like my mom,” I though to myself.

My mom often relaxed by sipping some wine in the evening and tonight was no different. Since 21 was still a few years away I was stuck drinking Pepsi. Taking her lead I changed into my pajamas as well. We were both in our pajamas, sitting on the bed watching TV when I got a crazy idea. I waited until she refilled her glass before saying, “Cheers. To the fleas, who made this all possible.” Mom laughed as our cups collided. Perhaps it was the wine or perhaps I hit her cup a little hard, but the cup slipped from her hand spilling onto her nightshirt.

“Oops, sorry!” I exclaimed. A couple of seconds later I laughed saying, “Those damn fleas, they’re still getting us.” The spill couldn’t have been better aimed; the wine landed on her left tit and ran down to her stomach. The thin material became transparent and was clinging to the swell of her breast, allowing her rosy nipple to be seen clearly. My eyes were glued to her wet nipple as I watched it started to harden. “You better get that wine rinsed off before the stain sets in,” I told her.

She looked down pulling the wet material away from her breast, saying. “I can’t. I only brought one pair of pajamas, I wasn’t expecting a wet T-shirt contest.”

I climbed off the bed saying, “I’ll get you one of my shirts, it should be plenty big enough.”

I looked up and saw that she was looking at me, she had obviously caught me staring. She hesitated before saying, “I guess that would probably work, thanks.”

I grabbed one of my shirts and stood outside the bathroom door. When I heard the water turn on, I walked in saying, “Here’s that shirt.” I timed it perfectly. She was completely naked, having slipped off the nightshirt to rinse it in the sink. I just stood there looking at her, her breasts swaying as she moved the cloth under the water. Unfortunately I couldn’t see her pussy, but the view of her tits and ass was great. To my delight I could also see the reflection of her pink pointy tits in the mirror.

She glanced up and saw me watching her and quickly covered her tits with her one arm and said, “Just put it on the counter, thanks.” I set them on the counter and backed away toward the door like I was leaving. She looked back down to finish rinsing her gown.

About a minute later she glanced up again and saw me in the mirror. She looked a little confused and unsure about what to say or do. She realized that I had just been standing there, staring at her naked body for quite some time. It was a little late to cover up. One thing was for sure, there was no way I was leaving unless she asked me to. Her breasts continued to jiggle and sway enticingly as she ringed the water out of her gown. “Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked. Hoping Escort Yayalar to delay leaving as long as possible.

“No, I’ve got it. I think you’ve done enough. But, thanks for asking.” I stood there a couple of seconds longer before she moved her arm to cover her tits again and said, “Um, I think I could use a little privacy here. Why don’t you go make sure nothing spilled on the bed.”

“Okay mom, I’ll go check.” Leaving the door open I quickly went over to the bed and checked it out. “No, there’s nothing on the bed,” I called out. Returning to the open bathroom door I was just in time to catch her reaching over her head to hanging the nightshirt over the shower curtain rod.

She turned toward me giving me a full frontal view and stopped, surprised to see me in the doorway once again. We both stood there for a few seconds. My gaze darted between her legs focusing on the small patch of blonde hair. Since my mom was always dying her hair different colors I was never sure what color her hair really was. Now I knew for sure, my mom was a blonde! My gaze shifted upwards until it reached her tits. Her B-size perky breasts were the perfect size for her small slim frame. The dark pink nipples perched on the tips of her breasts were mesmerizing. “I, er, um, I didn’t know you were a blonde,” I stammered, my facing turning red again.

Her face turned red and then she smiled as she burst out laughing as she tried to cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with the other. I was unable to move, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. “Okay, the shows over,” she instructed. I just stood there watching as my cock started to grow, making an unmistakable bulge.

Finally coming to her senses, she realized that she would have to expose herself again in order to put the shirt on. She lowered her hands giving me another unobstructed view of all her charms. As I stared at her swaying tits and her neatly trimmed blonde pussy, she took a quick step toward me and grabbed the shirt from the counter. “What part of ‘give me a little privacy’ don’t you understand?” she asked, as she quickly slid my shirt over her head. I watched engrossed, as she pulled the shirt over her breasts, hiding them from view. My gaze lowered as she continued to pull the shirt down so that it also covered her small patch of blonde hair and her pussy.

“Okay, the shows over.” She said jokingly. Looking down she asked, “What did you do, pick your smallest shirt?”

I smiled and said, “No, but I do have a smaller one if you want it.” The shirt was selected very carefully. It was long enough to cover her completely, but short enough to show a lot more leg. To my delight the shirt only went to about mid thigh length.

“I suppose this will be okay. It’s a good thing we’re family otherwise this could have been very embarrassing. In the future though, please knock before entering, some people might not be as understanding.”

“Okay,” I said. “I was just trying to help.” I saw her glance down and smirk as she saw the bulge from my cock that was standing at half-mast. I felt my face turn beat red and I turned quickly walked out of the bathroom, climbing onto the bed and placing a pillow on my lap.

When my mom walked out of the bathroom she smiled filling her cup with more wine saying, “Try to be a little more careful this time.” When she sat on the bed the shirt really rode up high. She quickly grabbed the bottom of the shirt with her one free hand, trying to keep herself covered. I looked down and saw her pussy peak out from under the shirt. She quickly put down the wineglass and pulled the shirt down as far as it would go. “Uh, maybe this shirt won’t work after all,” She said while she slid back, leaning against the headboard.

“It may be a little short but you’re covered,” I replied. “Besides, like you said, things may get a little cozy.” It took a few more sips of wine, but eventually she started to relax. Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes off her creamy thighs that were now almost completely on display.

When she caught me staring, she said, “The TV is over there.”

I smiled sheepishly, “Oh, I forgot, thanks.”

We turned in a little while later. When she climbed into bed the shirt rode up higher, letting her pussy peak out for a second before she pulled the covers up to her chin. “Good night,” she said. I replied in kind and turned off the light. In unison, we rolled on our sides facing away from each other. I lay there motionless; the only thing moving was my cock which was soon hard as a rock. I couldn’t get my mom out of my mind, the image of her neatly trimmed blonde pussy and her perky bouncing breasts kept replaying in my mind. Just thinking about her hot sexy body lying right next to me, was driving me crazy.

My mind raced as I listened to her breathing, wondering how long it’s been since she’s had sex. Dad left 4 years ago, and I suspected that it’s been at least that long. By the time I was Yayalar Escort Bayan sure she was asleep, I had decided on a plan. I just hoped I had the guts to carry it out. I slowly slid out of bed, my hard cock straining the seams of my pajamas and turned off the air conditioner. I grinned, thinking, “With any luck she’ll have those covers kicked off in no time.”

As the room start to warm up, I pushed off the covers hoping that she would do the same. After waiting about 30 minutes without any results I finally dozed off.

I woke about a few hours later and rolled over. My heart started to pound when I saw her. She had already kicked off the covers and was lying on her back. Her shirt was above her waist leaving her pussy completely exposed. I quickly scrambled from the bed so I could get a better look. The light from the bathroom clearly illuminated her pussy so I was able to see her inviting slit very clearly.

Pushing my pajama bottoms to my ankles, my cock sprang free and I started lightly stroking it with long slow strokes, fantasizing about how it would feel to be inside her. It was a beautiful sight, and I began to wonder again, how far can I go? Knowing I would never forgive myself if I didn’t try, I took off my pajamas and climbed back into bed.

Gathering my courage, I tentatively reached out, sliding my hand under her shirt cupped her bare breast. “Mmm,” she moaned softly. I froze in place, but she didn’t move or say anything else so I began to lightly squeeze and fondle her breast. It wasn’t long before I felt her nipple start to harden against my palm.

Her nipple was soon almost as hard as my cock. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. I stopped again, hoping she would continue to sleep. Instead, she rolled over onto her side, facing away from me. Since my hand was caught between her breast and her shirt I had to roll with her. Her breathing change and I became motionless, my hand freezing in place. A few minutes later she appeared to be sleeping again, so I began lightly kneading her tit again.

My cock was harder than it had ever been and was begging for release. In fact, I was so excited that my cock felt like it had grown an inch longer than normal. “Oh yes, you’re incredible,” I whispered quietly.

My mind was still spinning, the feel of her soft breast and hard nipple would be permanently burned into my memory. “Is she going to beat me senseless, kick me out of the house, or was she sleeping deep enough that she wouldn’t wake up?” I wondered. All I could think about was my hard shaft disappearing into my mom’s hot wet pussy as she screamed in delight.

Scooting a little closer, I felt my cock touch her leg. Just when I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, it did. In my mind my cock wasn’t pressing against her leg it was in her pussy, fucking her with reckless abandon. I shifted slightly and felt my cock slide up her leg. “Oh, my god, I’m actually going to fuck her” I thought. After a couple more minutes I shifted again, inching my cock toward paradise. Suddenly I felt the tip of my cock hit home.

My heart was racing and I tried to slide forward, but my cock wouldn’t move any further. That was when I felt her shift her leg slightly and suddenly the head of my cock slipped into her pussy. “Ohhh my God, I’m in.” I moaned quietly. My first impulse was to ram deep, but I held myself back. I just continued to press my cock forward causing it to slowly sink deeper and deeper into her slippery hot cunt. I was in heaven, “Mmmm,” I mumbled unable to keep completely quiet.

It seamed like an eternity, but eventually my cock was completely buried. The feeling was incredible, I started slowly pumping in and out. Could she possible still be asleep, I wondered? My pace started slowly increasing. As much as I tried to keep it slow, I couldn’t. I was soon holding her against me by clutching her breast while my cock pumped in and out of her pussy.

“Ohhhh, Yessss,” I whimpered. My cock was thrusting in and out of her hot cunt. I thought I felt her pushing back against me but I couldn’t be sure. Suddenly I reached the point of no return. Pulling her tight against me I rammed deep one last time and grunted, “Arrrrggghhh.” My cock exploded filling my mom’s cunt with hot cum. “Yes, oh yes. Oh my God yessssss.” I panted as quietly as I could. My body was spasming, thrusting against her as my cock shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her. I was no longer in control of my body, I was making noises that might even wake the neighbors. Eventually my balls were drained and I was able to quiet down and catch my breath.

Was it possible that she slept though all that noise? Was it possible that she slept while I thrust my cock deep into her and filled her with cum? I didn’t think it was possible, but she appeared to still be sleeping. “Perhaps it’s the alcohol,” I said to myself. I was still pondering those thoughts when I fell into a deep, contented sleep with my cock still buried in her Yayalar Escort pussy.

I woke several hours later to find that we had disengaged, I was lying on my back and my mom was still lying on her side. Did it really happen or was it a dream? Her shirt was still up around her waist, her shapely ass and legs bare and beautiful. When I saw the stream of dried cum that leaked from her pussy I knew that it hadn’t been a dream, it really happened! My God, I just fucked my mom and it was incredible.

The memory of the recent events flashed before my eyes, causing my body to react as you might expect. My cock was growing fast and was soon rock hard. Snuggling back up against my mom I quickly slid my hand back under her shirt and onto her tit. While fondling her tit my hard cock slowly inched way back toward her pussy.

I heard her breathing change slightly and I suspected that she might be awake, but I wasn’t going to stop unless she made me. I felt my cock hit home between her legs and tried pressing harder, but like the first time, it didn’t slide in.

Before I could try again, I felt my mom shift her position slightly and I pushed forward and felt my cock find its home. “Mmmm,” I moaned as the head of my cock slipped inside. I began a slow rocking motion causing my cock to sink deeper and deeper. When I was completely buried, I paused enjoying in the sensation.

I started fucking her tight cunt with long slow strokes as my hand moved from her breast to her pussy. I started rubbing her slit and felt her clit grow. “Mmmm,” she moaned. Her hips started moving pushing against my cock, trying to make it go deeper.

I tried to be as quiet as possible but wasn’t completely successful. “Ohhhhhh, yessssss,” I whimpered. It didn’t take long for our pace to quicken. My hand was rubbing her clit furiously, as our bodies slammed together. I was now sure that she was awake, no one could sleep through this.

“Ohhhh, Mmmmmm,” I heard her whimper softly as I felt her pussy clamp around my cock. Her body began to spasm, as the orgasm ripped through her.

The extra grip on my cock was more than I could take. “Argggghhhh,” I cried out as I came for the second time that night, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her hot cunt, filling her to the brim. “Mmmmm, Oh yes, incredible,” I whispered.

My mom was still feigning sleep even though I knew she had to be awake. Her heart was beating rapidly and she was breathing heavily. I slid my hand back up to her breast, holding our bodies together so my cock wouldn’t slip out of her pussy. As wonderful as the sensation was, I was spent and soon fell asleep.

I woke in the morning to find that my limp cock had slipped out of her cunt. I felt her take a deep breath as her hand covered mine, holding it on her breast. “Mmmm,” she murmured. Then shortly thereafter she uttered, “Oh my.” She moved my hand from her tit, pushing it back toward me as she quickly rolled from bed.

As she climbed out of bed I opened my eyes just enough to see. She was standing beside the bed, smoothing out the shirt so it covered her. She looked over at me and smiled. I rolled onto my back my limp, cum encrusted cock clearly on display. She just stared at me smiling for a couple more minutes before reaching down and pulling the sheet up to my waist. I few minutes later I dozed off again.

I woke to find my mom wrapped in just a towel, brushing her wet hair. The towel was just big enough to cover her tits and her pussy. If she bent at all, something would be exposed. “My God she’s hot,” I whispered to myself.

“Well good morning sleepyhead. How did you sleep?” she asked.

“I slept great. It was probably the best night’s rest I’ve ever had. How about you?” I replied.

“Well, I slept really well but I had a couple of weird dreams,” she replied.

“Oh really, What did you dream about?” I asked smiling.

She shrugged saying, “They were just weird.” She changed the subject quickly adding, “Why don’t you get your shower so we can go get some breakfast.”

After stretching I said, “Sure.” I climbed out of bed and started walking toward her on my way to the bathroom, still naked from the waist down. I could feel my cock swaying openly between my legs.

“What happened to your pajamas? You really shouldn’t walk around like that,” she scolded lightly as I walked past her.

I stopped in place and turned to face her saying, “Sorry, I got hot and took them off last night. I didn’t think it would matter since we’re a cozy family, right?”

“Well, I suppose, but lets keep your clothes on from now on okay?” she replied.

I turned on the shower and pondered the situation. “She’s probably getting dressed right now,” I said to myself. Unable to hold back, I quickly opened the door and walked back into the room and froze in my tracks.

I was just in time to see the towel drop to the floor. She turned to walk over to the dresser and saw me standing there watching her. She turned toward me and her hands moved to cover herself, one arm crossing over her tits while the other dropped to hide her pussy.

I smiled and burst out laughing, “Jeez Blondie, don’t you think it’s a little too late for modesty? After last night you really don’t have anything left to hide.”

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Caring sizequeen mother takes her son to sizequeen doctor. Apparently, the whole world in this story is made of extremely demanding sizequeens who will never be satisfied even with a huge dick. Get ready for some SPH and taboos being broken. This story is fictional and all the characters are of legal age.

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Yesterday was my 18th birthday. Today is the day of my last doctor’s checkup with my mom. It has been embarrassing for quite some time to have her there every visit. She is so caring and protective, but… I think you see my point.

So I was taking shower being in a positive mood, when I heard knocking on the bathroom’s door.

“Tommy, you ready?”

“In a minute, mom.”

“Okay sweetheart. Don’t be late, please. I wanted to talk to you about something…”

“Can’t you wait till I’m done? It’ll be five minutes,” maybe just four, I thought. I haven’t jerked off in couple days, so I needed some me-time.

“I want to talk about your father…” oh god, there we go. It’s been five years, mom… I get it, you are sad, but right now I am in the middle of something!

“He suffered from a condition,” she continued.

“I know mom, that’s why he died…”

“No, I mean other than that. His mom found out when he was your age. She got him treated and he was much better when we got to know each other, but… I don’t want you to suffer the same way he suffered. I just need to know, if there’s everything okay with you.”

“Aww, mom. I understand you are worried, but I’m eighteen now. I can take care of myself. I can assure you, I feel absolutely fine.”

“Well, it wasn’t a condition, that hurts… It was… Um…”

“Huh?” I couldn’t hear her over the hissing shower.

“His organ… His penis was too small.”

“What?!” I couldn’t believe what I just heard, standing there with my 11″ boner. I was quite proud of the size, to be honest. But why would my mother want to discuss penis size with her son?

“He… He was only 10 inches long, Tommy. That’s way too small to satisfy a healthy woman. Now, I have to ask you this question. Oh god, I can’t believe this… Is everything okay with you? Down there?”

I didn’t know what to say to her… I felt uncomfortable sharing this piece of information with my mother.

“I’m… I’m 11 inches.”

“Oh Tommy…” I heard the relief through the bathroom door, “It’s not that small, but we have to go to see the doctor anyway. And how long is it when… When you are… Excited?”

Wait a second… Not that small?

“What do you mean? It is 11 inches when erect.”

“Tommy?! I am going in this minute. And you better be joking right now!” she stormed through the door, I could barely put my hands over my crotch. “The hands,” she ordered in a bossy tone.

“Oh my god, Tommy…” she covered her mouth in despair “Oh god, Tommy, I’m so sorry… Mommy will take care of everything. I won’t let you embarrass yourself with this size… Get dressed, we are going to the doctor’s office and I’ll get you treated.”

I just stood there as she ran out of the bathroom. I was under a warm shower but I froze there. My father was 10 inches when soft? And his mother got him treated for having a small penis? Is this some kind of a weird dream?

Mom’s aggressive honking woke me up. She was in the car already. I have to rush. The wank has to wait, I couldn’t focus anyway…

We arrived to the doctor’s office. My mother was stressed and seemed in a hurry. There were many people in the waiting room. They seemed like couples. Most of the men looked embarrassed. Wait a minute… She was prepared for this my whole life? Does my Yedikule Escort doctor cure small penises? But my cock is 11 inches! What’s going on?!

“We’re here to see Dr. Jones. We have a small problem,” she told to the nurse at the reception. All of the women in the waiting room shook their heads looking at me. What the fuck?

“Of course. The doctor will see you right away, ma’am.”

“Welcome to your last checkup, young man. Hopefully, everything’s okay and you can continue visiting me without your mother.”

My mom shook her head a bit, almost unnoticingly, and kept staring at the floor.

“Oh,” went the doctor seeing her reaction, “so it’s that kind of problem. Okay Tommy, get behind the paper wall, get undressed and wait for me.”

As I started undressing, I heard the whisper.

The doctor was lecturing my mom “I told you Sarah, this is not something that will go away. We have to treat it immediately.”

“I know, I thought he will grow up to be a healthy, fully developed man… I haven’t thought it will be this bad…”

“Okay, we knew, it will be underdeveloped. How small is it?”

Sooner than my mother could respond, I shouted “I’m ready!” nervously.

“Come here, sweety,” said Ms. Jones. As I stepped out, she said: “Oh, Sarah. I am so sorry… Tommy, stand here, so your mother can see. She is still responsible for your development. Now…” she took out tape measure and measured my limp dick.

“It’s only 7,5 inches long when in soft state.”

“His father was only 10 and Tommy is even smaller!” my mother started sobbing, “I failed as a mother… Oh my… He will never satisfy a woman!”

Ms. Jones tried to comfort my mom “It is small, Sarah, but we can try to cure him. He will never be fully developed, but we can make it bearable. There, there…”

She turned to me. “Tommy, I need couple of other measurements. Firstly I need to know your erect size and then I’ll need a semen sample. Is that okay, Sarah?” My mom nodded, drying her eyes with a napkin.

“C’mon, young man. Get hard.”

“I’m sorry. It doesn’t work that way. You’re a doctor, you should know!”

She looked at me with her eyebrows lifted. She opened the door to waiting room so all of the women could hear and started shouting at me: “You don’t make rules here. You have a small, 7,5 inches soft cock, you don’t have a say in this office. It’s one of the smallest I have ever seen and I’ve seen plenty, trust me. There’s waiting room full of women disappointed in guys like you, with their small penises. I feel sorry for your mother and for any woman you’ll ever touch!”

Then she closed the door and just switched to her normal professional tone. “Well Sarah, as you can see, this strategy usually works on the small ones. Let’s measure you, Tommy.”

I have to admit, being humiliated for my penis size was arousing. Even when I don’t feel like having a small one. That’s weird, isn’t it?

“It’s 11 inches when erect.”

Mom started sobbing again and hugged me: “I’m so sorry dear… I should’ve taken care of you better… You weren’t supposed to be this small… But we will go through this together, I promise. We will get you treated. Right, doctor?”

She turned to the doctor. Ms. Jones was standing there with her arms crossed, looking at my penis in doubt. I just can’t stand this… “Mom, my penis definitely isn’t small. Just look at it! It hangs between my knees! When erect, it’s almost as long as your arm! Does nobody see it?”

“Enough, Tommy! Stop hurting your mother. I need your semen sample. Get here while you’re in hard state,” she said, walking Escort Yedikule to the other side of her office. “Sarah, how would you describe the size of Tommy’s testicles?” she asked with her face buried in a shelf full of measuring cups on the other side of the room.

“I… I don’t know…”

“C’mon Sarah. Are they melon-sized? Fist sized?”

“I would say… They are size of a… Grapefruit? Maybe?” she said and looked at me like I should confirm.

“When is the last time Tommy masturbated?”

“Excuse me?”

Ms. Jones sighed and turned our way. “Sarah… You didn’t know what was the size of your son’s penis. You didn’t know the size of his testicles and you don’t know, when he masturbates. Sarah, are you even ashamed of his size? Do you want his penis to grow to at least ‘below average’ spectrum?”

“Of course I do! I want him to have bigger penis no matter what!”

“Then you should cooperate. Mothers with sons like yours know everything about the problem. You are a strong female figure for him, responsible for his development. You are in charge of his development. From now on, everything will be different. So… Should one liter beaker suffice?”

Mom looked at me, I nodded.

“Yes, that’ll do.”

I was afraid to ask what’s going to happen next. My mother and my doctor were standing there, dissapointed in the size of my cock. They were both in their mid-forties.

My mom had long dark curly hair and a young face with lots of make-up on. She was one of those women who are able to put on make-up that makes them look like pin-up models. She never looked trashy even with a huge amounts of make-up on.

She wears dark red lipstick on her full lips and long nails in matching color. That day she wore all black costume with a white blouse underneath.

She is some sort of manager in a huge corporation. Nobody understands those job titles anymore. Half her day she fills up Excel sheets and the other half she overlooks people doing their sheets.

Anyway, she looked bossy in her red high heels, short skirt and a slim figure. Her huge – and I mean HUGE – breasts were about to burst from that blouse.

Ms Jones was wearing a long white lab-coat. She is a bit shorter than my mom. She is rocking platinum-blond hair in a bun. Her breasts were a lot smaller than my mom’s but still quite obvious. She didn’t wear much make-up, maybe just eyeliner. Her nails were much more conservative with a french manicure. But her fingers were slim and long and the way she held the long glass beaker…

“Sarah, Tommy seems to be ready to go. I am going to give you a pair of these,” she handed her latex gloves, “Please, proceed. I’ll make notes.” My mom’s eyes almost popped out.

“Excuse me, Jane?!”

“Sarah, my nurse isn’t here today and I have to make notes so I can find the best way to cure Tommy’s condition. You’ll have to measure him weekly, so you better get used to touching his underdeveloped penis. Now please, there are other small penises to cure. Could we get started?”

Mom approached me. She told me in a quiet voice: “I’m doing this for you Tommy. You’ll have a big penis, I promise. This is necessary. Please forgive me…”

She put the latex gloves on and touched my penis. I saw the hesitation in her face, but her touch was soft and caring. She caressed my 11″ cock while the doctor was watching and taking notes, murmuring.

“Subject suffers from underdeveloped penis. Length is 7,5″ when flaccid. Subject is 11″ long and 2″ thick when erect.”

Doctor Jones fixed her glasses and continued.

“Veins… One dominant, Yedikule Escort Bayan very visible, running on the right side… Sarah, please, pull the skin over.”

I am not circumsized, but you probably understood that.

“Uncircumsized… Glans – normal shape, significant corona.”

Mom took a handful of thick lubricant and spread it over my cock. The doctor squatted. My penis was at her face level as she lifted my sack with her pen. Mom lifted my cock so doctor could see everything.

“Testicles… Size of a grapefruit, should be able to produce up to 1000ml of semen. Quite heavy. Subject probably haven’t ejaculated in three or four days.”

As my mom was slowly stroking my penis, the doctor sat at her desk. She crossed her legs and made a few more notes in her notebook. Then she took the beaker and drove her office chair to us.

“Sarah, do you think you could finish this? I have another patient appointed in five minutes.”

“Tommy, would you mind if I speeded up a bit? Yeah?”

“I… Uh… No, of course. Do what you have to.”

She turned up the pace and I just sighed… It felt like a dream. My mother is stroking my cock as my doctor watches us. Her long red nails… She was so skilled. Oh my god… Oh…

“Mom… I… Think… I’m… I’m…”

“Jane, quick, the beaker! I’ll aim the penis, you stroke the shaft.”

Doctor took over and started jerking me right on the edge of the head. Mom stood behind me holding my penis with both hands – one hand on every side. If it wasn’t hot as fuck, it would be almost funny – she was hugging me from behind, holding my cock with both hands at the base as my doctor was stroking it so they could get my semen sample…

“I’m… Cumming! Ugh…” Oh boy… I started breathing heavily. Doctor Jones put the end of the beaker over my glans and continued jerking.

Oh god… The sperm was so thick and those streaks were so huge… But to shot a liter of cum takes some time.

“Tommy, look at you! You’re a good boy, you’re mommy’s little boy. Hmmm… Yes, get it all out… We’re almost at 300 mililiters! Do you have any more in there? Huh?”

“Ugh… Yes… Yes I do…” I responded while panting heavily… Doctor kept stroking me and I was filling the beaker like crazy. I almost felt like a horse being milked just for the cum bucket.

Mom continued encouraging me: “Yeah sweetheart… One day you’ll be hung like a real man is supposed to be… Uh-huh… Give it all to mommy…”

“We’re almost done,” said the doctor in a formal tone. The beaker was almost full and I was, in fact, running out of cum.

“Okay Tommy, get dressed. Not here! Behind the paper wall! I need to speak to your mother.” I took my clothes, got behind the wall. They were whispering but I was able to understand quite well.

“He isn’t aware of his problem… Sarah, he has one of the smallest penises this office has ever seen. And I used to treat your husband!”

“Oh, Jane… I’m so sorry… Is there any hope for him? We will do anything. Anything, that helps him.”

“Well, this is a tough one… I would recommend visiting psychiatrist to help him accept that he has a small penis. After we solve the problem in his mind, we can treat the condition in his pants. What do you think?”

“Okay. Anything to help him. Do you have any specific doctor in mind?”

“Yes. Doctor Taylor. She is a psychiatrist, we cooperate quite a lot in cases like this. I’m warning you. This could get pretty messy. She has to break him mentally. He will suffer. But after that, we can re-start his development. Do I have your consent?”

“Oh god… When I think about what Jim had to go through it makes me cry…”

“I understand. This will hurt both of you. But it is necessary. You don’t people to look at you as a mother who wasn’t able to raise a fully developed man, do you?”

“No… No, of course not. Please, arrange it so we can go see the doctor tomorrow.”

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Sisters Gotta Share Ch. 07

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Thanksgiving came and it was the normal family nightmare that every adult in America faces. Throughout the day, Cindy and I exchanged awkward glances. We made our jocular barbs at each other as usual, but there was a definite shift in our relationship. The sexual tension between us was getting near critical mass, and it was only made worse when we bumped into each other in the hall.

There was nobody else around, and as we passed each other, I grabbed her arm to stop her.

“How have you been?” I asked, caressing her forearm.

“Okay, I guess,” she said. I could tell she was trying to play things off as no big deal.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” I said.

“We’ve been busy,” she agreed.

“We need to make some time together soon,” I said, moving my hand up to her cheek and caressing it.

She closed her eyes and turned her face into my hand. Her mouth opened and took in my thumb. Her tongue rolled around it the way it had rolled around the head of my cock so long ago, and I was tempted to throw caution in the wind and take her into the master bedroom with total disregard for all the people around.

I pulled my thumb out from her mouth and stooped down to kiss her. She took me in willingly, and our tongues played around with each other for a bit.

Both of us knew we were taking a big risk without much chance for a significant payoff, however, and the kiss lasted much shorter than either of us wanted. We stepped away from each other, and she smiled up at me with her beautiful bright eyes.

“Soon,” she agreed. With that, she turned and continued down the hall.

The rest of Thanksgiving was the usual chore of entertaining cooking, serving, and cleaning. The only other high point was when my cousin Bethany made her surprise arrival.

I had not seen Bethany in several years. She was two years younger than I, and we had been very close growing up. Out of all my cousins, she was the only one that I really enjoyed spending time with.

She was quite eccentric, dressing in second-hand clothes and taking up random causes that I had hardly ever heard about. But she was not the prototypical activist radical hippie-wanna-be; she was always immaculately clean and always approached her newest crusade with a level-headedness that was all too uncommon amongst her peers. She was one of the most intelligent people I knew, and we both shared a passion for writing. Several nights when we were at our grandmother’s house, Bethany and I would stay up reading and critiquing each other’s work. Whereas I was a better technical writer, she always seemed to know the best way to evoke emotions out of her writing.

She had grown into a good-looking young woman. Her time in California (for some cause or another) had bronzed her skin and lightened her long brown hair. She was small in stature, but she was very toned from studying a number of martial arts. Her hazel eyes had a light to them that spoke of how she embraced life and all its challenges.

It was great to see her, and I spent a good deal of time talking to her. She had just gotten into town, and all the hotels in the city were booked, so I offered to let her stay in our spare bedroom.

Finally, everyone left and/or went to bed and I was left alone to my thoughts. Though I had been thrilled to see Bethany, my mind focused on my brief encounter with Cindy in the hallway. We seemed to be cursed to never be together.

I was filled with a lot of different emotions: frustration, lust, disappointment, hopelessness, excitement, and just a general malaise from the stress of another holiday. I realized that what I needed was a good session of writing.

I decided to write a narrative on my recent exploits, starting with the first night I brought Cindy to orgasm. I was amazed out how clearly I could remember the exquisite details: the feel of her skin, the softness of her lips when I first kissed her in her apartment, the electricity that had coursed down my body the first time she touched my genitals.

I wrote several pages Tüyap Escort in that one sitting, and I was getting more than a little horny just reminiscing. I had changed into some athletic shorts that were easy enough to cast aside, and I slowly started playing with my cock as I wrote.

I had started writing about that fretful night when it seemed every time Cindy and I got close, something would interrupt us. I was writing about the blowjob she had started to give me when a voice behind me spoke and scared the living daylights out of me.

“That’s pretty hot,” the voice observed.

I spun quickly in my chair as I tucked my stiff shaft back into my shorts, which provided very little help in hiding my excitement.

Bethany was standing right behind me, reading over my shoulder as I wrote and played with myself. I barely noticed, but her right hand was gently caressing the areola of her left nipple.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “I thought you were in bed.”

“I was,” she answered casually. “You know how I get insomnia sometimes. We both do.”

I nodded. Bethany and I had spent many a late night hanging out when neither of us could sleep.

“Did that really happen?” Bethany asked, motioning to the computer monitor.

I was at a loss. Was there really anything appropriate to say at that point? If I admitted it was true, I would look like an unbelievable scumbag. If I lied and said they did not happen, I would still look like a raving pervert.

Either way, I now had to trust Bethany to keep my biggest secret.

“It’s pretty bad, huh?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.

To my surprise, she shrugged. “Sure, it’s bad, but so what? Everyone likes to be bad every once in a while.”

“Yeah, but with one’s sisters-in-law?” I asked, and then immediately realized my slip of the tongue.

“You’ve fooled around with BOTH?” she asked incredulously.

I nodded silently, and I could not help but grin.

“You go, boy,” she said and giggled.

“No judgment?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I hardly think I am in a place to judge,” she replied.

I furrowed my brow and looked at her quizzically. “Why is that?”

She looked at me as if I had forgotten the answer to a very elementary math problem.

“Hello,” she said. “My brother and I. My father and I.”

Suddenly, it all came back. Bethany had always been sexually adventurous. When we had been kids, we were always playing “doctor.” Though she was two years younger than me, she had been the one to show me how to masturbate. She would later tell me of incestuous encounters she had with her younger brother and her father. I had always assumed that she had made it up just for shock value, but now it finally hit me that it was all true.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “I guess you have no room to talk.”

“Not really, but it is not something I am too terribly ashamed of. It was fun, and I learned a lot,” she said.

“No regrets?” I asked. It seemed odd to me that she could be so cavalier about it. It seemed like to her, fucking her brother and father had been the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say no regrets,” she said. She smiled and put her hand in my hair, lightly massaging my scalp with her long fingernails. “There was one I never got to play with.”

I was shocked. I had fantasized about Bethany on several occasions, but I had never thought that she had wanted me, as well. Looking back in hindsight, however, all the signs had been there. The late nights, the sex talk, the playful banter…I could not believe how dense I had been.

“Well,” I said, swallowing. I put my hand on her waist and looked up into her eyes. “It’s never too late.”

“No,” she said. “It’s not.”

A new look washed over Bethany’s face, an expression I had never seen before. It was sultry and sensuous, yet serious and determined. I hardly had time to think about it as before I could say another word, she had lifted her blouse and put a breast in my face.

I took Escort Tüyap her hardening nipple into my mouth and bit down on it lightly with my teeth. My tongue flicked across it lightly, and Bethany began to moan. I put my hand on her backside and began caressing it softly; Bethany had always had a nice rear end.

Her hand went from my hair to my other head, jerking the athletic shorts down to unleash my hard cock and stroking it masterfully.

I put my hand inside her shorts and found her pussy wet and waiting. I played with her clit while sucking and nibbling on her nipples.

She moved in front of me and knelt in front of my chair.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this,” she said, and she promptly leaned forward and took my entire cock into her mouth in one gulp. I could feel the head going down her throat, but she was well-experienced. Her muscles remained relaxed and she began sucking on it like it was a Popsicle.

“Oh, my God,” I murmured, sitting back and enjoying the feeling of my dick going down my cousin’s throat.

She pulled off and looked at me, her hand taking over and stroking me cock. With her other hand, she pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. She pushed the cock up and began licking on my balls, taking both of them in her mouth and juggling them gently with her skilled tongue. All the while, her hand worked on my shaft, pumping it hard and fast.

She pulled back again and looked at me. The serious look upon her face was till there. It was almost as if she were working on a very important job.

She her face went back down between my legs, and this time her tongue found my taint and began flicking back and forth on it. I exhaled deeply, whispering her name over and over.

Her tongue went even lower, and before I knew it, I was enjoying a whole new realm of pleasure. She used her free hand to spread my cheeks, and her long tongue began probing my ass. She darted it in and out, she did circles around the rim, she used long stroked up and down the crack, and she did the ultimate: she pushed her tongue as far as she could into my hole, massaging my sphincter with the practiced muscles of her tongue.

I could not hold in my ecstasy. I moaned loudly, suddenly oblivious to the other people in the house. In fact, if the office door had not been shut, several guests would have had a great view of Bethany’s face stuck in my ass.

“Do you like it when I fuck your ass with my tongue, cousin?” Bethany asked between strokes. Her hand was still quickly pumping on my cock, and though it felt so good, I did not feel like I would be coming very soon. Still, her serious demeanor did not change.

“Too fucking right, I do,” I answered. My eyes were closed and I was concentrating solely on the awesome sensations she was giving to me.

I felt a finger prodding my hole next. She stuck it in slowly, and then began pumping it at a moderate pace. Her mouth moved back to my cock. Again, she took in the whole thing with no problems, using her throat muscles to contract and release on the head while her tongue slid up and down the bottom of the shaft.

I felt her put a second finger into my ass as she began to bob her head up and down in my lap. Her free hand reached up under my shirt and began to twist my nipples. I was in seventh heaven.

“You like me fucking your ass, huh, Aaron?” she said, looking up at me. “You like the way I pound it in there?”

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I replied breathlessly.

“I want you to fuck me now, Aaron,” she whispered, the serious expression never leaving her face. “I want you to fuck this pussy nice and hard, like I’ve been fucking you.”

She stood up and took off her clothes slowly. Her darkened skin on her athletic, toned body looked absolutely stunning. She had a stud piercing in her belly button, and she had trimmed her pubic hairs into a heart.

She straddled me in the chair, looking down on me with the same serious expression. She lowered her pussy down onto my cock, and as I Tüyap Escort Bayan felt myself sink into her, I tilted my head forward and sucked on her nipple.

She began to bounce herself up and down on my cock. My hands went around and caressed and massaged her ass while she rode me. Her hands went around her backside and began playing with my balls.

I thrust myself up into her over and over, savoring the feeling of her pussy lips wrapped around my bulging dick.

Without warning, Bethany leaned forward and put her tongue in my ear, but never stopped pumping her hips into me.

“I want you to take this big cock and shove it in my ass,” she growled into my ear, breathing hard and fast.

She dismounted from me and lay on her back in front of the chair. Using the chair to prop up her lower back, she pulled her legs up next to her head and put her ass up in the air.

I stood above her, taking off my shirt and looking down into her asshole, which was stretched open by way of her position and waiting for me.

I bent down and put my face in her ass and began licking it furiously. This elicited pleasured moans from Bethany, so I continued, sticking my tongue as deep in her ass as I could.

“Oh, yes, Aaron!” she whispered. “Lick that ass! Warm me up for that big, juicy dick!”

On cue, I stood above her and used my hand to aim my cock down into her back door. I pushed into her gently, one inch at a time, and took my time to enjoy the tight, smooth feeling of her ass on my cock.

I began to pump my hips into her, slowly at first, but gradually gaining steam.

“Fuck that ass, baby! Pound it into me, daddy!” she begged, looking up at me with that same serious look. I would have found it distracting, but I was feeling so good, I hardly cared about her odd bedside demeanor.

Soon, I was all out fucking my cousin in her ass, pounding my cock down into her like an out of control oil rig. The tightness of her ass was bringing me close to climax.

Bethany used her hand to massage her pussy while I fucked her in the ass. She began to lose the serious expression and take on a pained, yet ecstatic expression.

“Ugh…fuck me, cousin!…fuck me like a dirty little bitch…ooooh….ooooh, yeah! Fuck me so gooooooooood!” she moaned. She came with a few stifled squeaks.

I was about to blow, too.

“Where do you want it?” I asked breathlessly; sweat beading on my back and chest.

“Shoot it in my ass, baby,” she said, the serious expression back on her face.

As I began to launch a good deal of cum into her rectum, I continued pumping into her. When at last I had emptied, I slowly withdrew my dick and lay down beside her. She put her hand back in my hair and rubbed my scalp.

“I have wanted that forever,” I said, still heaving from the effort I put into fucking her.

“Me, too,” Bethany said, smiling. “It has been something on my list for a long time.”

“You have a list?” I asked, slightly bemused.

“Sure,” she said casually. “A list of all the people I want to fuck and how. I started making it when I was a virgin. Then I started expanding it after I lost my virginity to Benny. I remember showing you how to jerk off, and I remember how big your dick was even then. That’s when I knew I wanted to get anal with you.”

I kissed her on the cheek and put my arms around her. “You are one of a kind, Bethany,” I said softly.

We cuddled for a little while, and then she got up, explaining that she had to go empty my deposit in the toilet. I laughed at her.

When she got back, we got dressed.

“How long are you in town?” I asked. “Maybe we could work in a few more of these.”

“I would love to,” Bethany said, “but I am flying to D.C. the day after tomorrow on business. But the next time I am in town, I have some more things I would like to try out with you.”

We kissed good night and Bethany headed to bed. I cleaned up, as Sara often likes to wake me up with a spontaneous blow job, and then headed back to the office. I finished writing about that frustrating evening with Cindy. By the time I had finished, I had grown frisky again.

I climbed into bed that night and nuzzled up to Sara to wake her up…

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Next Chapter: MOTHER NATURE LENDS A HAND!!!

Coming Soon: Bethany’s List

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