Beth’s Little Secret Ch. 09

Beth’s Little Secret Ch. 09

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Hi, everybody. A reader pointed out that in one of my other series, I’d written a female character quite abruptly into an f/f scene, and wouldn’t I have liked to find out what she thought about it, first? So the following story (and switch into Beth’s voice) is my attempt at a possible answer. Of course you may not find it entirely plausible, but I do have to get Beth into bed with a girl somehow 🙂

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Hi, everybody. I’m Beth, I’m Tim’s younger sister. I think he’s already told you how – well, let’s not beat about the bush – how we became lovers, how I more or less live with him now, my plans to study nursing. I can hardly believe it myself, but I’m enjoying every minute of it – I know Tim loves me, there’s none of the ‘will we stay together, is he only after my body, what if he finds someone with bigger tits…’

So it got to the weekend before I was starting my course, and Alice texted me. I knew her at school, though we weren’t close, and she’s starting nursing at the same time I am – she saw my Facebook post and got in touch. She asked if we could meet up, and of course I said Yes – Tim was happy to do stuff around the flat for a while.

Alice is a little taller than me, slim, with dark hair. She did really well at school, and I thought she’d go to uni, but she decided not to – I definitely wanted to ask her why nursing. She was waiting for me at the entrance to the residence, and she smiled when she caught sight of me. “Heya, Beth, it’s good to see you. Have you been out somewhere?”

“Mmhm – I’ve been at my brother’s, he just lives five minutes up the road.”

Alice grinned. “That’s handy – home-cooked food when you need a change. Want to come to my room, then?”

“Sure.”

Alice’s room was identical to mine just down the corridor – the one I wasn’t using, I chuckled to myself. “Coffee?” she offered.

“Mm, please.”

She sat cross-legged on the bed while I took the chair, and looked at me over the edge of her cup. “So how are things going?”

“Pretty well,” I nodded. “It was a real surprise, the Matron ringing me up like that, but it’ll be great to get started. You?”

Alice hesitated. “OK, kind of.”

She took another sip of her drink, seeming to hide behind the mug. “Actually, not so much. Beth, I really need to talk to someone, and pretty much all my other friends have gone off to uni. I remember you were always nice to me at school, I know we didn’t hang out much…”

Alice stumbled to a halt, and I put my mug down on the desk, reaching for her hand. “Of course we can talk – Alice, what’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m really struggling to figure out how I feel about relationships…”

“You mean, with boys?” I queried softly.

Alice gave me a haunted look. “Well, that’s part of the problem. Of course some guys are cute, I wonder what it’d be like to mess around with them. But -“

I began to think I knew what she might say next, and I gave her an encouraging smile.

“But some girls are cute, too,” Alice finally managed to say. Her face reddened. “Did you – was there ever -?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I should never have started this.”

“It’s absolutely fine,” I reassured her. “Alice -“

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you came to me. I – ” it was my turn to hesitate – “Well, let’s just say I know more than maybe I should about relationships not everybody would welcome with open arms.”

She took another deep breath, sighing with relief. “God, Beth, I can’t tell you how much better I feel.”

I made a decision. “Alice, why don’t you come over to Tim’s with me? We’ll be more comfortable, we can have something to eat, and talk some more.”

She looked hesitant again. “Won’t your brother be there?”

I nodded. “But Tim’s really understanding – I’ve talked to him about some stuff myself -” I persuaded myself that I wasn’t bending the truth too far – “and he can try and give you a male perspective?”

“Well, OK,” Alice conceded. “But I might change my mind.”

“That’s fine,” I reassured her again. “Then we’ll have had a nice meal, maybe we can watch a film, you and I can talk another time.”

I blinked as Alice leaned across to hug me. “Thanks, Beth – you’re the best.”

I picked up my handbag. “Want to get going, then?”

As we walked, Alice explained to me why she’d chosen the nursing course – “Grandad was a nurse in the war, he used to tell me stories. And I read about Florence Nightingale at school…”

I nodded. “Well, here we are.”

I opened the door, and Alice threw me a puzzled look. “You have a key?”

“Saves Tim running up and down these stairs,” I improvised hastily.

Alice followed me upstairs, Kars Escort and I called out from the living room door. “Hi, Tim, I brought a visitor.”

I was grateful that Tim had decided to get dressed to do the housework. “This is Alice – I invited her back for a meal, we can order from that Chinese place?”

Tim smiled. “Hi, Alice. Sure – they’ll just be opening.”

He passed Alice the leaflet. “Pick what you like – I know what Beth’ll have.”

Tim ordered for us, and Alice and I sat down on the sofa. “Drink?” Tim offered. “I can open a bottle of wine.”

I nodded. “None of us are driving, so that’d be lovely.”

He went into the kitchen, and I heard the sound of the cork, then Tim returned with glasses. “Cheers.”

I tapped my glass against Alice’s, flashing my eyebrows at her, and we sipped. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door, and Tim retrieved our food, glancing at the scrawled labels and putting foil trays in front of us. “Dig in.”

“Mm, this is amazing,” Alice managed round a spring roll.

Tim topped up her glass. “Well, we’re glad you gave us an excuse.”

He took a bite of crispy duck. “So, Alice, you’re doing nursing too?”

She nodded. “I was just telling Beth – because of Grandad.”

We talked about the course for a little longer, then Tim obviously decided to change the subject. “And do you have a boyfriend, Alice?”

He obviously wasn’t expecting her startled look, and he glanced at me for help. “Not at the moment, right, Alice?” I supplied.

She shook her head. “Beth – you were right, talking to both of you will help. You explain…?”

I nodded, and I saw Tim’s eyes widen a little as I took Alice’s hand to reassure her. “Tim, you remember the very first time we talked – when you asked me what kind of videos I liked to watch – ” another startled look from Alice – “what you thought I might be into?”

Tim nodded, seeming to hold his breath.

“Well, Alice isn’t sure if maybe she likes that, or boys, or both.”

I felt my own tension dissipate slightly, knowing that at least I’d reduced the unshared secrets in the room by some small amount.

Tim nodded. “Alice, you’re really brave – well done for even talking about it, it can’t be easy.”

She smiled. “Beth persuaded me, she said you were really understanding about her stuff.”

She glanced at me, obviously curious. “I have to ask – how did the conversation about videos even start?”

Tim and I exchanged looks, and I saw him nod. “Beth, you can tell Alice anything you want, if you think it’ll help her.”

Despite his reassurance, I felt my face warming. “Actually, Alice, Tim found a – my toy, if you know what I mean.”

She blinked, and I added hastily, “Completely by accident, I hadn’t hidden it very well.”

“And you… got talking?” Alice queried.

“It felt a bit weird at first,” I admitted. “But it was kind of a relief as well – like you said earlier – and I know I can trust Tim, it’s not like I’ve blurted out all my fantasies to some guy at school who’s going to slut-shame me to get in with his friends.”

Alice nodded, her eyes taking on a slightly distant look, and I was certain some of her own imagined scenes had drifted into her mind. She took another gulp at her glass, obviously feeling in need of a little extra courage. “So now you know each other’s fantasies?”

“Pretty much.” I glanced at Tim, getting another nod. “And we talked about – well, I explained to Tim how I like to use my toy.”

“I’ve never tried one,” Alice confessed. “Do you like the way it feels?”

She blinked again, clearly surprised at the direction she’d nudged the conversation in. “Mm, yes,” I nodded. “Though the real thing is better.”

Alice put her hand over her mouth. “God, Beth, I didn’t know -“

Tim ventured back into the conversation. “Alice – how did you feel just, when Beth made it obvious she’d…”

I flashed an eyebrow at him, knowing where he was going with the question.

“Actually it gave me a thrill,” Alice admitted. “Thinking about a – his thing, there.”

Her cheeks were pink again. “It, um, makes me a bit – damp?”

Tim nodded. “Doesn’t sound like you’re completely averse to guys, anyway.”

He took a deep breath. “On the other hand – if Beth was to kiss you, maybe if you felt her fingers touch your breast?”

I felt a thrill of my own as Tim deliberately made his question even more personal, and Alice looked at me, eyes wide, in case he’d overstepped some mark. But I just smiled, waiting for her answer.

“I – ” she began. “Beth, I’ve always thought you’re gorgeous – there’s something, I don’t know, maybe about girls who are a little Kars Escort Bayan shorter?”

She plunged on. “If you kissed me, I wouldn’t be able to help myself, I’d kiss you back. And if you touched me… oh god…”

Tim gave her a moment. “Seems like you have your answer.”

Alice caught her lip between her teeth, nodding. “Seems so.”

I decided to keep the momentum going. “Want to do something about it?”

This time Alice’s mouth fell open. “But – you -?”

I chuckled softly. “It wasn’t the first thing I confessed to Tim that I imagine. But sure – after all, girls are soft, in all the right places? And they know how to touch because they know what they’d like.”

There was only one more step now – well, for this time, anyway. “But Tim -” Alice began.

“We can go and be private if you want,” I offered. “But Tim’s no problem.”

I raised my eyebrows at Alice. “After all, guys like the idea too.” I echoed my words to Tim when he’d tried to guess what my fantasy might be.

She nodded. “So…”

I leaned closer to her, watching her eyes for any sign that she’d changed her mind. But our lips touched, and I heard her breathe in slowly, then give a quiet sigh of satisfaction, her lips parting. I kissed her gently at first, but our conversation had obviously aroused her more than I’d guessed, and she responded with a passion that surprised even herself, pulling back a little, her eyes on my face. “Is this – is it OK?”

“Mmhm.”

I reached out fingers to gently cup her breast, and she closed her eyes. “Ohh, that feels just how I imagined.”

I brushed her nipple with a fingertip, getting a gasp. “Mmm, you’re right, Beth, you do know how to touch.”

“More?” I queried softly, getting a nod, and I carefully started to undo the buttons of her blouse.

Alice glanced over to Tim again, and he smiled reassuringly. “Nobody here but us chickens.”

I rolled my eyes. “Does anyone even actually say that?”

More buttons, and Alice’s white, lacy bra was revealed. This time I slid the pads of my thumbs over both nipples, and she moaned softly. “Your mouth…?”

I dabbed a kiss on each nipple, and she breathed in, her breasts lifting. “Mmm.”

I put my fingers on the clasp of her bra, a question in my eyes, and Alice nodded. A quiet snap, the cups loosening, and I lifted the fabric aside from each breast in turn, feeling a growing arousal of my own. “God, Alice, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled shyly, then she tilted her head back, closing her eyes with another moan, as my lips surrounded one hardening nipple. I moved to the other, suckling gently, and Alice’s fingers pushed unconsciously at the waistband of her jeans. “Want them off too?” I queried.

A wordless nod, and I helped her with buttons, zip, then slid her jeans down and off. I moved back up, kissing her again, my fingers on her now-damp nipples, and she gasped against my mouth, then returned the kiss harder, tongue probing between my lips. “God, Beth, you have got me so turned on.”

I moved my hand to rest on her mound, fingertips feeling the warmth between her thighs, but I didn’t try to go any lower, not yet. My mouth back to her breasts, and Alice’s choice when to take things further, her thighs parting a little, my fingers drifting lightly onto damp cotton. I kept my fingertips still, the moment intimate enough in itself, then I felt her hips flex. “Mm?”

I pressed inwards gently, feeling the warmth, wetness increase, and again Alice’s fingertips pushing at the elastic of her panties. “Wait, dearest,” I murmured. I moved down, replacing fingertips with my mouth, and Alice gasped, her thighs opening fully as I tongued the cotton, the spot of wetness visibly growing. A teasing rub of my nose up and down, and her fingers in my hair. “Beth – please – you’re driving me wild.”

I relented, hooking my fingers through elastic, sliding her panties down, off over her feet. I dabbed my tongue on one set of toes, then moved up again, breathing in the heady, musky scent of her. “Ready?”

“More than…”

I touched just the very tip of my tongue to her wetness, the taste of her so sweet yet also spicy, and Alice drew in a breath. “Mm, Beth, that feels lovely. But harder?”

I took her at her word, brushing my tongue firmly over her nub, and she gasped. “Oh god – Beth – if you do that any more, you’ll definitely make me come.”

I stroked fingers lightly up the inside of her thigh, making her squirm – “Oh, don’t tickle -” then slid a fingertip inside her as I continued to use my tongue on her. I encountered the expected barrier as I pressed further, and I withdrew a little, crooking the tip of my finger to touch Escort Kars just inside her entrance. Another gasp, and I pressed my advantage, tongue starting to flicker lightly on her. I felt her muscles start to tense, and Alice moved her hands to her breasts, pushing them together, her fingers on her nipples. “Oh – oh god – Beth – I’m -“

I could see Tim’s rapt expression at Alice’s cry of pleasure, and I pressed my mouth to her still-shuddering hips. Suddenly she cried out again, and a spurt of clear liquid splashed my lips, running down the inside of her thighs and dripping down. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” managed Alice. “I didn’t mean to make a mess of your sofa.”

I chuckled. “If I had a pound for every time I’ve – though not on Tim’s sofa. Not yet, anyway.”

I moved up to hold her, and Alice reached a fingertip to my face, my lips. “How wet did I make you…”

I took her hand, and her eyes widened as I brushed her finger against her own lips. “See how good you taste.”

She nodded dreamily. “Beth?”

“What, darling?”

“I should return the favour, right? Though I don’t know if I’ll be as good as you at that.”

I smiled, shaking my head. “You’ll be perfect. But there’s something else first, if you want it.”

Alice looked mystified. “I don’t understand?”

“Well, wasn’t part of this to find out how you felt about one thing compared to the other…?”

Alice’s blank look persisted for a fraction of a second, then her jaw dropped again. “You know I’m – I’ve never… right?”

“I know.”

“But – Tim -?”

I chuckled. “You think he’d kick you out of bed? Not a chance.”

I turned to Tim. “That’s right, isn’t it.”

He nodded. “But only if you want me to, Alice.”

She swallowed, looking from him to me and then back again. “Yes – yes, I do.”

Tim started to unbutton his shirt, and Alice looked at me. “I have my pills – but, we should use protection anyway, right?”

I chose my words carefully. “Alice – Tim’s only been with one girl, and she’s never been with anyone else either, so he’s safe for you.”

I wondered if the penny would drop for her, but she just nodded, smiled. “I’m glad.”

Tim’s shirt joined Alice’s blouse, jeans, underwear in the pile on the floor, and I moved over to let him sit next to her on the sofa. Alice reached out hesitant fingers to touch his chest. “So smooth…”

Tim gave a quirked smile. “A guy could wish for a little hair there. But if you like it…”

“I do,” nodded Alice shyly. She leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his skin, and Tim closed his eyes. “You want to know one of Tim’s secrets, Alice?” I chuckled softly.

“Sure.”

“He can’t resist his nipples being touched.” Again my careful choice of words, only hinting at what I was half-hoping she’d guess.

Alice moved her mouth across, taking a nipple between her lips, and Tim groaned. “Mm, yes.”

She became a little more daring, fingers working at his belt then his zip, freeing his now-obvious erection. “Oh – you’re -“

“Is that OK?” Tim queried.

“Oh yes,” breathed Alice. “I’d always hoped -“

She blushed. “Especially if I was going to do this.”

She bent, taking Tim’s hard tip into her mouth, her eyes on his face. “God, Alice,” he breathed. “And you’ve never done that before?”

Alice shook her head. “Never.”

Tim gasped. “Not too much, or you’ll miss out on what you really want.”

Reluctantly she released him, and Tim quickly finished shedding his jeans. “Alice – would you be more comfortable if we took this to the bedroom?”

She nodded, and Tim took her hand, leading her along the hall. I followed, sitting in the chair facing them as Tim guided Alice onto the bed. He kissed her softly – “We missed that somehow, I’m sorry -” then Alice parted her thighs, letting him slide across her body. “Help me with this?” Tim asked quietly, and she nodded, fingers guiding his tip to press against her still-wet entrance.

I watched mesmerised as Tim pressed in slowly, carefully, Alice’s face showing a flicker of discomfort then only total satisfaction. He whispered something in her ear, getting another nod, then I saw his hips begin to thrust, withdraw. Alice breathed in, drawing her knees up a little, opening as fully to him as she could, and it was all I could do not to push my hand inside my jeans, touch myself, as her eyelids flickered a little, another climax starting to become a possibility.

Alice’s fingers moved to Tim’s hips, and I thrilled as she started to push up towards him in response to his thrusts. “Oh – yes – that feels right – whenever you want -“

Tim’s breathing took on a cadence I recognised, his climax so close, and I found myself willing him on. “Mm, yes, give her what she wants,” I whispered under my breath, then I felt another thrill run through my body as Tim tensed, thrust hard once, again, and Alice cried out, hips shaking in another climax as he spurted his warmth deep into her…

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Blackmailed Mother , Son

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The following is a work of fiction.

My father was a bit of a tyrant and an abusive husband. As time went on he also became an alcoholic and impotent. My mother was a beautiful woman of 45, at the time of this story, who looked like Martha Stewart. She stayed with my father because she had been raised that marriage is forever. Her family also pressured her to stay no matter what. Her family were conservative Christians who believed the husband was the master and the wife had to obey his every command.

I was 18 at the time when things were reaching the peak of their dysfunctional relationship. My relationship with my Dad was in its own way as bad as my mothers. Luckily my mother and I were best friends and had a very tight relationship. I never told my Mom but I also always found her the sexiest woman alive. I spent many nights jacking off to images of her.

I didn’t know but my father was also sexually abusive. Their relationship had started normally but overtime he became more and more abusive. Maybe it was because he was also a strict Christian who viewed his own sexual desires as dirty. He saw my mother’s desires as something that initially attracted him but eventually became to look at them as something sick. Instead of not having sex, he started turning the act into something abusive.

Little by little he started calling my mother names and insinuating that she was a whore and a slut. Sex became rough. He made her look at porno while telling her how sick she was for liking it. Later he started restraining her. He did not like her sucking his dick unless she was tied up because he could not stand the idea that she might do it without this. Eventually his guilt would lead to drinking and the drinking to eventually to impotence. By this time he liked to tie her up and use a dildo on her because he told her she was a whore that if he didn’t do this to her she would fuck the mailman.

By the time I was sixteen he started becoming jealous of me. In private he would tell her that she was a slut that was lusting after her son. At first he would just taunt her this way but as time went on he started making her telling him this while under restraint or he would hurt her. Then he would start to make her call out my name when he abused her with a dildo. What really embarrassed my mother was how much she secretly enjoyed this abusive game. For the first time she actually started to believe she most be a whore and a slut because the idea of fucking me would make her so wet and would make her come Isparta Escort in explosions she would try to keep from showing her husband.

Then there came the time when the abuse left the bedroom. Around the house she would tell her to stop looking at me. Or would ask her in a sick fashion what we had been doing whenever we were alone together. Then he started telling me to stop looking at my mother. Then to stop looking at her that way. Then to stop looking at my mother’s tits and such.

This led to calling us both perverts and psychos. His drinking became worse and he would go into fits telling her to admit she wanted to fuck me or he would slap her or shake her. When I tried to intervene, he would threaten to kill the sick bitch and she would tell me to back off.

One night this lead to a fight where as I tried to protect my mother he said that since I wanted to fuck my mother I should. My mother tried to calm him down but he took out a gun he has and made her sit on the couch. Then he made me sit next to her. Next he got a camcorder he had and set it up and pointed it at both of us. He then told me to kiss her. I pecked her cheek but he told me to kiss her like a man kiss a woman. I tried to resist but he told us he would kill both of us if we didn’t do what he wanted.

I touched her lips with mine but the told us he wanted to see our tongues wrapped around each other. He made us do this for a long time while he said he always knew we were sick mother fuckers. He then told me to start playing with her breasts. After a while he told me to take her top off and play with her tits. Mom’s nipples were stiff and erect and this set my father off even more calling her a sick bitch. He made me suck on them and while this was a sick situation I was also in heaven. He could see that I had a huge hard-on and he made my mother take it out of my pants and play with it. Once she touched it and played with it for a short while I was so excited that I came harder than I thought imaginable. Then he made my mother lick up my cum.

He then took down the camcorder and told us we were both sick. He also told us that if we told anyone about this he would show the tape to everyone to show them how sick we were.

My mother could not look at each other for a few days. Whenever we came near each other we would blush and not be able to look at each other.

This was not the end however. A few nights later he went into another rage and brought his gun out again. Again he set up the camcorder. Isparta Escort Bayan This time he made my mother take of her clothes in front of me. He made her rub her tits in my face. After making her tease me he made her lay down on the couch and spread her legs. He then made me lick her pussy. At first I tried to resist be he smacked me and told me he would hurt my mother. I then only tried to do as little as possible but he told me to get into it or he would go crazy. He made me lap her like a dog. I had to stick my long tongue deep into her beautiful pussy (you can’t believe how gorgeous it was), suck her folds into my mouth, kiss her asshole, and suck her clit. He wanted to see lots of my saliva on her.

At the same time he made my mother hold her tits and pinch her nipples. He also made her keep her eyes open and look at what her little boy was doing to her. He also made say things like “suck Mommy’s pussy,” “lick your mother’s twat” and “eat mothers’ cunt you mother fucker.” During all this I could taste her pussy becoming wetter and wetter and I could feel the tremors running through body. It wasn’t long before the tremors became earthquakes and she had trouble hiding her convulsions.

This was again being enough for this night and he told us both to go to our separate rooms. Again my mother and I had trouble looking at each other but we would both try to hide smiles when we looked at each other. Also I noticed how her nipples would often be erect under her dress and I am sure she would notice the stiff one in my pants.

Finally about a week later it started again. My father was in a rage I had never seen before. This time he made us both take off our clothes. He told us it was time I fuck my slut mother. He told me she had never really been his wife and that it was time I make her mine. He asked me (in a way I could give but one answer) if I wanted to make my mother my whore wife and I said “yes.” He then asked my mother if she wanted to make me her mother fucking husband. He asked her if she would be my dirty whore for her whole life. She said “yes.” He made us swear to only fuck each other, to be perverts with each other forever, and to never fuck anyone but each other again. We swore.

He then made me put my hard big dick in her waiting pussy. She was so wet and slippery that my cock slipped in as if being drawn to a magnet. Against my mom’s will she met my thrust with her own and groaned. Again my father made her say dirty things like, “fuck me my dirty little boy,” Escort Isparta “make mommy your whore my little motherfucker,” and more. He made me say things like “your baby loves fucking his whore mother,” “you like your son’s hard dick mommy,” and more. What my father didn’t expect was that we soon needed no prompting. Soon she was saying things like, “fuck me son,” “I love baby’s big dick in my pussy,” “pound your slut mother son,” and more. I was saying things like “yes mom, your baby is fucking you and making you my bitch wife,” “Mommy you little boy is going to fuck you ever night,” and more.

My father could also see how we were both getting into it. He could hear our grunts and moans. He could see that our inhibitions were falling away and that we were in lust with each other. Instead of abusing us he saw that instead we were both hornier than we had ever been and in a ecstasy that he could only imagine. We fucked like animals until my mother started cumming not just once either but many, each harder and more powerful than the last. In the end she was even yelling how much she loved her little baby and that she was now my wife. I was yelling how I loved her and wanted to fuck only her forever.

This so incensed my father that he literally had a heart attack.

I don’t want to go into too much detail as to what happened after except to say that he passed away and we buried him shortly thereafter. He left us well off also. However, this is not the end of the story.

The day after we died, we were home alone. It was evening and we finally had time to ourselves. She looked very small and scared. She told me how ashamed she was about all that had happened and that if I could ever forgive her. She was crying and afraid to look at me. She looked like a little girl. I was also scared but I told her that it was all right and that I loved her. Anyway I told her we now had a bond that few mothers and sons ever had. Finally I even told her that I felt we were now more than just mother and son. I told her that I felt like Dad had married us for real and that if she wanted me that I still wanted to be her husband. She then finally looked at me and a small mischievous smile crossed her lips and she said “you mean your whore slut mother wife.”

We then fell into each others arms and ripped our clothes off each other. “Fuck me son,” she yelled “make Mommy your slut slave”… and I did.

We soon moved away from our screwed up relatives and now live as husband and wife. My father’s abuse stripped us of our inhibitions that until this day, 10 years later, we still fuck like bunny rabbits, occasionally we swing with others that don’t know we are mother and son, and do anything nasty we can think to do with each other. Eat your heart out all you mothers and sons that can only dream about it.

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Accidentally Sucking Brothers Cock

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Here I was, on my knees, my little brothers thick, hard, wet, cum-dripping cock rammed down my throat, and all by total accident.

An eighteen-year-old high schooler, Bud was always working out and building up his body. He had massive muscles and whenever he took his t-shirt off, my girlfriends would simply die to fuck him.

Even Mrs Jones, my married science teacher had admitted to me once that she would risk her marriage for a night of passion with Bud.

Now, here I was being face fucked by his huge thick shaft, banging on me like a dog on a bitch. Of course, I’d been with boys before, but nothing like this, and of course Dan was my little brother and sucking-off his huge cock was an incestuous taboo, that I knew, I really shouldn’t have allowed myself the pleasure of.

He’d come home after a big football game, and although he’d already showered once at his school, he showered again as soon as he got home.

Drying himself off Giresun Escort in the shower room his huge cock hanging out in front of him as he dried off his sexy hot ass. Listening to music on my pods, I had no way of knowing he was in there. And so, when I opened the door and got the shock of my life when I realised he was standing there naked, and how hung he was, I guess it ready got to me.

I knew Bud could have any woman when I caught him in his room fucking the hell out of his Math teacher Mrs Margaret. Mrs Margaret was a late thirties, hot as hell, beautiful woman, who had a rich and handsome husband. And yet, there she was, on my brother’s bed, his cock deep inside her, his balls bouncing off of her, like tennis balls on a string up against a wall.

Now I was almost choking as he railed my mouth like a paid for whore. My eyes rolling back in my head as he powered into me with the strength he used in his football games. It was almost Giresun Escort Bayan like I was the goal and he was shooting the ball home with every powerful thrust.

My hands clutching onto his tight ass cheeks like handles, I had to admit that it felt amazing to have my mouth screwed by my little brother.

To be honest, when I accidentally burst in on him, drying himself off, I’m not sure if I fell over at his feet and onto his thick, long cock, with my gasping mouth, by accident. Or I had actually dropped down at his feet at the mercy of his divine cock.

Whichever way it was, I know I was pretty eager to take his thick hard manhood into my mouth.

Funnily enough, it was doing this very same thing, that he had caught me in the middle of with my boyfriend too!

I had been in my bedroom sucking off my boyfriend when I realised, in the heat of the moment, we’d left my bedroom door open. Realising he was Escort Giresun there, watching us, there was nothing I could do.

I didn’t want my boyfriend to know he was there. So I just had to hope he would go away when he realised I’d seen him. But he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he simply watched us all the way to the final climax. He watched us right up to the point when my boyfriend shot his hot white cum all over my face and in my hair.

My boyfriend’s cum in my hair and eyes, and all over my lips, he watched as I licked it off and then gobbled down on his round cock head and sucked him dry.

And now it was my little brother’s turn!

Pretty much copying what he’d seen my boyfriend do to me, Dan shot his massive wad of cum all over my face. Cum collecting in my hair and dripping into my eyes and mouth, he then proceeded to face fuck me again. He’d almost drowned me in his cum, that was how horny he’d been for me.

When he was done, he simply pulled on his clothes and left me there on my knees, his hot cum dripping all over my face as if I’d had a bukkake from a half dozen guys.

“Thanks, sis,” he said as he left, “next time I’ll fuck you if you like.” He said as he rushed off downstairs.

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My name is Steve and my mother’s name is Martha. We have always had a good relationship, but after my father died last year we became even closer. Mom is comfortably retired and lives a quiet life in rural southern Maryland. I live the quite life of a 32 year-old bachelor in Washington DC and visit my mother about once a month. Before my recent divorce, mom used to be the one who would make the visits and stay for a few days. My wife tolerated these visits and the kids loved it when she came. She spoiled them like only a grandmother could.

I think what nurtured our current relationship was that we were both were going through life transformations. I was still grieving from my divorce and my mom was grieving from the loss of her husband. After twelve years of marriage, my wife felt she needed her freedom which she obtained along with everything of value we had.

One day my mother remarked that she would like to travel but didn’t have a traveling companion. I suggested a few relatives but none were suitable for one reason or another. When all else failed, I suggested that we spend a week at the beach together this summer. Mom seemed to jump at the suggestion and looked forward to the vacation. I was elated and began making preparations.

Rather than rent a beach house, I thought it would be better to rent a condo. The one I picked was right on the beach and unlike a beach house, it came fully ready for occupancy. With a house you had to bring your own sheets, pillows and towels and they were farther from restaurants. I also thought that there would be more of an adult community in the common areas and the pool. I love kids, but hearing “Marco”,” Polo” all day can be a bit much. My anticipation over the vacation grew as the time neared. Unlike past beach vacations, preparations were much easier. Typically the car would be loaded with beach chairs, boogie boards, coolers and athletic equipment. This time it would be a suitcase and a good bottle of Scotch.

The day before the trip, mom drove over to my house and spent the night. Early the next morning we left for the four-hour drive. Along the way we talked. Significant events in your life tend to bring your emotions closer to the surface. One of the good things is that your conversations become more direct and truthful. There’s no more posturing and evasiveness. You’re able to confide deep and honest feelings never before shared. The drive helped us unveil our feelings and further cement our connection.

Upon arrival, we quickly unloaded the car, got into our bathing suits and hit the beach. It was a beautiful day and the water was refreshing. The beach chairs provided by the condo association were really comfortable and the outdoor bar served great margaritas that we could charge to our unit. Things couldn’t have been better. Around 4 o’clock we headed inside, showered and, since we had left for the beach early, headed out for an early dinner. The condo had restaurant guides and the selection we made was surprisingly good for a tourist area.

That evening we went for a stroll along the beach. We were both in a good mood. Maybe it was the sweet scent of freshness in the sea air, the sound of the waves or because of the feeling of our loose fitting clothes against our slightly sunburned skin. We held hands and laughed as we skirted the surf. Indeed, those that saw us together at the beach could tell that there was special bond between us.

The early start to the day resulted in an early bed time. At 9:30 we could barely keep our eyes open and we turned in-each to our respective bedroom. I insisted that my mother take the master bedroom which was quite grand. We parted with a gentle hug and our usual light kiss on the lips.

At 1:30 am I was jolted awake by a scream coming from the adjacent unit. I got up and went to the living room where I found my mother siting on the sofa. She had a flimsy nightgown on that revealed imprint of her nipples and made me wish to see more of what was underneath. I am embarrassed to admit it, but my dick stiffened a bit. I asked, “Did you hear that scream?” She replied that she had and that she had been hearing them for the past 10 minutes. I suggested that we call the police but she smiled and said that wasn’t the problem.

She saw my confused look, smiled and then explained, “They’re making love and she’s a screamer.” Through the wall, I heard our female neighbor plead, “I can’t take any more.” I felt like yelling a second. We sat together in amazement for another five minutes until the shouts and screams finally ended. Smiling, mom and I went to get what rest we could. I just couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

At 6:15 am the performance resumed. At one point it sounded like chickens were being strangled. The screeches didn’t sound human. I couldn’t imagine how two people could be so supercharged. It was too early to go to the beach and too late to try and get more sleep. Instead we dressed and went looking for a restaurant where we could have breakfast. One of the things I like about vacations is breakfast in a restaurant. I never make waffles Giresun Escort or french toast at home, so away from home they’re a treat. We returned to our condo and sat outside on the patio drinking bloody marys.

Our neighbors came outside carrying their beach togs and stopped to introduce themselves. I had expected to see porn stars but met two people in their early thirties each about 50 or 60 pounds overweight and not particularly attractive. We introduced ourselves as Steve and Martha Williams and they introduced themselves as Donna and Larry Johnson and explained that they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. Mom remarked that she suspected as much. Donna picked up on this comment and profusely apologized if they had made too much noise and promised to hold it down. We all said our good byes as they left for the beach. Mom and I leisurely changed into our bathing suits and went to occupy beach chairs at the shoreline. We were searching the ocean for dolphins that regularly passed by each morning.

We could see Donna and Larry frolicking in the water about 25 feet from the shore. Suddenly, we did a double take. We couldn’t believe our eyes. They were screwing in the water that was up to their waists. The beach was sparsely crowded but it wasn’t empty either. Fortunately, there weren’t any children there. Mom and I looked at each other in disbelief and then back at the show. Donna was leaning over and Larry was humping her from behind. Although hidden by the water, you could surmise that his suit was pulled down and her suit had to be pulled to the side so that they could do the deed. I was astonished that they could go at it so soon and that they were doing it in the water out in the open. I didn’t know if anyone else was watching but fortunately Donna’s screams were drowned out by the sounds of the ocean. They went at it a full bore before they called it quits and came back and joined us on beach chairs. Apparently at least one other couple had witnessed their antics as they applauded them as they made their way to the beach.

Beaming, they gave the impression that they were quite proud of their accomplishment. I remarked that it looked like they enjoyed playing in the ocean. Donna said Larry was a great lover and she couldn’t get enough of him. Donna noted our age difference and mom acknowledged that she was older and enjoy mothering me. Donna told mom, “Age difference or not I wish I had a figure and tits like yours.” Those were her actual words. Donna was large but her breasts were smallish for her size and looked fairly droopy. Mom did have a nice figure with average C cup breasts. She kept them pretty much under wraps and didn’t wear provocative clothing. I had admired her form from time to time myself.

It was rather impolitic but I asked how many times a day they went at it. Donna said that they usually did it three times a day and sometimes as many as five on the weekends when they weren’t working. She explained that she was “highly charged” and Larry could always rise to take care of her. I guess that I deserved it, but I didn’t see it coming when Donna asked how often we made love. She hadn’t deduced that we were mother and son. Mom piped up saying that we were far less active than they. Mom and I both couldn’t help but smile at the notion that we were lovers. We probably should have explained the nature of our relationship, but it was fun to masquerade as a married couple. We basked in the sun for about an hour more and announced we were going inside. Donna asked if we could have lunch together a little later. Larry seldom spoke. With Donna around, he didn’t have much of an opportunity. Mom and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders and said, “Sure why not. Meet you at noon.” We all went inside out of the sun which was approaching its apex.

At exactly noon Larry and Donna were knocking on our door ready for lunch. Thankfully they wanted to drive. I say thankfully because it would have been a tight squeeze for them to get in the back seat of our car. Millers was a popular family eating spot and a favorite of our neighbors, so that’s where we ended up. The menu was heavy on fried fare. Larry seemed more interested in quantity rather than quality. Donna seemed anxious to gain our friendship. She talked a lot about herself always apologizing for doing so. Before the food arrived, Donna lowered her voice adding import to what she was about to say. She explained that she and Larry fantasized about having sex with people watching. She asked if we ever gave any thought to watching or being watched during “the act.” Mom quickly volunteered that it was something that we hadn’t considered.

To be quite honest, having sex with my mother hadn’t occurred to me (at least not since I was a horny teenager) much less doing so in view of others. I had enormous affection for my mother and I’m sure she felt the same about me. However, our relationship was affectionate not carnal. Donna was embarrassed by her assumption that we shared her fantasy. Mom assured Donna that there was no need to apologize and she was actually Giresun Escort Bayan flattered that we were taken into her confidence. Donna, then close to tears, was comforted and quickly regained her composure during lunch.

When we returned, mom invited the Johnsons to join us on our patio for margaritas. Larry and I were engaged in a baseball discussion while mom and Donna were involved in some sort of girl talk. They seemed to be bonding with much laughing and touching. It was 3 o’clock when we decided to have some beach time so we went to our respective units to get suited up.

After we changed, mom pulled me aside to sit with her on the sofa. She said that she had given thought to Donna’s request and really didn’t think that it would do any harm witnessing our neighbors’ antics and it would mean a lot to Donna. Donna told mom that what she was hoping for was to have a video of her and Larry. Mom said that a video would also make a fine wedding present for them. Mom really surprised me. Never in a million years would I have thought that she would consider watching and filming two strangers screwing. She encouraged me to loosen up and make our new friends happy. I felt like an old fogy and mom was the spirited youngster.

At the beach we sat together and mom whispered in Donna’s ear what she decided. Donna squealed with delight and told Larry who gave her a big kiss. He also gave her tit a squeeze which seemed to energize her. I thought it rather out of place; however, it was tame compared to their water antics. Donna jumped up and grabbed Larry’s hand and said they’d be showered and ready in 30 minutes and raced to their condo. I asked mom if she knew what she was getting into and she admitted that she wasn’t sure. I told her that I wished her luck and she was taken aback. She fully expected me to go with her, whereas I thought she was flying solo. She started tearing up when she learned my reluctance. I immediately caved in, hugged her and apologized for upsetting her. We walked to the condo hugging each other. My impulse to comfort her was intense and even surprised me.

We waited about 40 minutes and then knocked on their door. We were still dressed for the beach. I was in my shorts and a tee shirt and mom was in a beach cover which was like a large tee shirt. Larry let us in. He and Donna were wrapped in beach towels. Donna thanked us again and then showed mom how to work the camera. Donna explained that she and Larry were very oral and that’s how they usually started out. They climbed on the bed. Donna took a deep breath and said, “OK, Let’s go!” Mom got into position near the bed and Donna whipped off her towel and then Larry’s. They were fairly obese and had lots of fat ripples but that didn’t seem to bother them. They began hugging and kissing and rolling around a bit. While they were kissing, Donna was rubbing Larry’s dick and balls while he was massaging her pussy and sucking on her tits. Larry was circumcised and his dick impressively grew to about 6 or 7 inches and was pretty thick. I think his dick had mine beat though I was still proud of my equipment. Donna’s tits were unappealing to me and as I had surmised, they were small compared to the size of her body and they were flat and droopy. That didn’t deter Larry who massaged and sucked on them with gusto. Mom did her best to capture to action moving about and getting close ups.

Donna slid down to greet Larry’s dick with her mouth and quickly engulfed it and, much to Larry’s delight, she started pumping her head on his full-blown erection. Donna seemed to be enjoying the blow job as much as Larry. She was making grunting noises and her tongue could be seen wriggling on the underside of Larry’s shaft. After just a couple minutes, Donna stopped the blow job and told Larry, “I want to do it.” Larry nodded his assent, Donna got on all fours with her formable butt up in the air. Donna called to mom, “Martha, get a shot of my pooper.” Donna reached behind and spread her cheeks so mom could move onto position behind and get a close up of her ass hole. Larry approached and mom backed off a bit. He got behind Donna, spread her ass cheeks, moved his face between them and started licking Donna’s butt. Donna started screaming immediately. She obviously enjoyed this and Larry seemed happy too. His dick was in full bloom and dripping. Donna said that one day she was going to take the plunge and have Larry shove his dick up her ass. After about 4 or 5 minutes, Larry and Donna switched positions. She dived right into to Larry’s hairy butt and handled his balls. Larry gave up some moans but it was a significant respite from Donna’s cries.

Donna rolled over on her back and raised and spread her legs. Mom was right there with the camera to focus in on her vagina. I was curious and moved in to get a close look. Her vagina was actually neat looking. It didn’t have any flaps and was cleanly shaved. I thought Larry was going to do some muff diving but instead he moved his dick to her honey hole and slowly entered. You would have thought his dick was sending electric shocks into Donna Escort Giresun as she immediately started crying out. One would have thought she was in pain. Larry plunged in and then the humping began. Donna was surprisingly active meeting Larry’s thrusts. I have to admit that as unappealing as I initially found their looks, I was getting turned on by their intense love making.

Mom was pretty stationary and I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist and hugged her as she recorded. I was looking over her shoulder as the two love birds did their dance. Donna’s yells and Larry’s grunts were getting stronger. When you thought Donna was at the peak of her passion, she raised the decibels again.

I had a full-blown boner and, God forgive me, I was pressing it in mom’s backside. I wasn’t humping although the desire to do so was strong. I wasn’t sure if mom was aware of my situation but apparently she was as she slowly started grinding her butt against me. Holding the camera with her left hand, with her right had she reached down to her waist to take my hand in hers and moved it over her breast. My boner was transformed from hard to hardened steel. I discovered that mom’s tits were free of restraint and I squeezed them with both hands as though I could get them to produce milk. My head was spinning with so many thoughts cascaded through my mind, I couldn’t focus on any of them.

Donna reached the stage where her screams seemed unearthly and unbelievable. If you didn’t know better, it sounded as if she was being murdered. Fortunately, it signaled her climax. Larry was synchronized with her and gave three power thrusts discharging his love juice with raw grunts. He rolled off and Donna asked my mother to capture anything that leaked out in the video. Surprisingly, after so many episodes, there was a credible amount of cum that oozed out. Donna scooped it up and rubbed it on her tits. After recording the happy couple embracing and kissing, the show was over. We put the camera on the dresser and made a hasty retreat.

We slipped inside our condo and I immediately grabbed mom and kissed her more passionately than I ever kissed anyone before in my life. The effect on me was super intoxicating. It was as if my head had fireworks going off inside of it. It was unlike any experience I had ever known. Our tongues were frantically exploring each other’s mouth. While we were embracing, I maneuvered mom to the bed and pushed her on it and I landed on top of her. Our arms and legs were entwined and we were wriggling with abandon like two snakes performing their mating dance. My dick had taken total control of my body and I was helpless to restrain it. No power on earth could stop it from being planted between my mother’s legs. When her beach cover was whipped off, I saw that mom had nothing on underneath. I can’t remember when I saw such a welcoming sight. Her form was more beautiful than I could have imagined.

She was as frantic as I was to merge our bodies. My shorts were off in a second and in another second Martha guided my truncheon inside her and my dick felt like it had been embraced by angels. The feeling of her velvety sleeve against my shaft was indescribable. We screwed like two minks. My mind was in a total blur of passion and instinctual drive. I was pounding away with all I had and mom loved it. While she didn’t scream, she did moan and cry out. I stared into her eyes which had become two gorgeous beacons of desire. I watched her breasts oscillate in response to my thrusting and I heard an ocean roaring in my ears. All too soon my testicles detonated and the launch sequence began. My orgasm electrified me as it built in intensity. I could almost hear mission control giving the count down. It only lasted a few seconds before I erupted. Mom raised her knees when she sensed my moment had arrived so I could achieve maximum penetration. With five hard thrusts, my sizzling hot sperm was propelled deep within the recesses of her body. This orgasm was unlike any other I experienced before. I felt pounds lighter as my tiny sperm babies gushed into my mother. I wouldn’t have been surprised if sperm had started running out of her nose and ears.

I realized that mom’s climax was still on the launching pad so I began kissing her while I fingered her vagina and then focused my efforts gently massaging her clitoris while I sucked her nipples. In no time mom achieved a massive orgasm. She writhed with uncontrolled abandon as she experienced her body’s rapture. We looked at each other for a moment and then with our legs intertwined, we tightly hugged—I can’t say how long. I wasn’t sure what to say or even how to express what I felt. I finally said that while this turn of events was incredibly wonderful, it was something I had never anticipated. Mom looked at me and said, “I did. I’ve been hoping for this moment for years. I’ve always loved you. First as a boy and then gradually over time as a man. I had hoped the best for your marriage, but when it failed, I desperately wanted you for my lover. I did everything I could to make myself as attractive to you as possible. When you visited, I wore the filmiest of nightgowns with my breast unrestrained. I even began using a hormone cream for my vagina to keep it lubricated and supple. I wanted you to want me and to make me experience what it was liked for a 54 year-old woman to be loved again.”

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Babbette’s Boobies Ch. 02

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The Family:

Bill Branch was born September 18, 1963 6’1″ 185 pounds Black hair blue eyes he is a corporate office manager and married Bonnie November 20, 1984 settling down in Kansas City.

Bonnie Branch was born October 3, 1963 5’7″ 140 pounds 38-26-40 Blonde hair and Green eyes she is a dentist’s secretary but considers her first job caring for her husband and their three kids.

Bobby Branch was born August 9, 1985 6’2′ 195 pounds Black hair and blue eyes he is Bill and Bonnie’s oldest child about to enter his third year of college where he is on the swim team and is admired by girls as being one of the true hunks around campus.

Babbette Branch was born June 25, 1986 5’5″ 135 pounds 44-26-42 Blonde hair and green eyes the middle Branch child entering her second year of college has looks that stop everyone guys and girls alike in their tracks.

Bambi Branch was born April 14, 1987 5’6″ 125 pounds 38-24-36 Black hair and green eyes the baby of the family who just graduated high school and was looking forward to college life but not the studying.

Brenda Cooper was born February 9, 1978 5’3″ 115 pounds 36-24-38 red hair and brown eyes Bill’s business partner and thinks other people are made for only one thing – for her to give lots and lots of oral sex to.

Brad Cooper was born December 28, 1977 5’11” 185 pounds Brown hair and blue eyes Brenda’s oversexed husband who cannot get enough of her fellatio.

Our story Continues:

Once convinced that Babbette was going to keep her husband occupied Bonnie put her own plan into action. She had intended to walk into his room like Mrs. Robinson in the 1960’s movie “The Graduate” but her plan quickly changed. As she was in her room pulling off her bra she heard footsteps in the hall. She peeked out and it was Bobby in nothing but his shorts walking toward the bathroom.

Quickly, she pushed off her wet panties and waited for the door to shut. As soon as it did she walked up and waited a few seconds to very carefully turn the knob. If she got in fwithout her son hearing the door open the rest would be easy as Bobby’s back would be to her. She giggled to herself that it sure was fun sneaking up on her kids like this.

The knob rotated smoothly in her hand and to her relief the door didn’t squeak at all as she pushed it open and closed it again as Bill had just oiled it the other day. She shuffled across the floor and gently reached around Bobby and placed her hands on his hands which were aiming his piss filled penis at the toilet bowl. Seductively she whispered, “Do you need some help with that young man?”

What the fuck, Mom is that you, what the fuck are you doing?” Shocked Bobby forgot all about his target as he nearly jumped out of his skin. He couldn’t believe his own mother was trying to hold his penis while he was pissing. His urine shot all over the place before his mother firmly grasped his penis and aimed the stream back into the water below.

“I’m trying to give my very handsome boy a helping hand, isn’t that ok,” she whispered pushing her body against his. Bobby couldn’t believe it first his sisters had sex with him and now his mother was making some kind of pass at him. It was great so he instantly relaxed and decided to do whatever mom had in mind.

“I guess so, mom, after all you are the boss.” Bonnie liked the sound of that as she watched the last drop of urine splash into the toilet bowl. Bill had taught her always to shake the penis to get the last drop of piss off of it. So she did this for her son but then continued holding the hardening member.

Softly, Bonnie began stroking his rod and reaching her other hand between them pulled down his shorts and undies. Finding his crack she felt for his asshole and jabbed a finger hard into it. Her strokes became harder and she asked “How do your mother’s helping hands feel now?”

“Oh mom, they feel fantastic.” She squeezed his prick harder and a little faster.

“Do you want to fuck your mother?”

“Oh yes that would be terrific!”

“Then Bobby, you have to ask me and use your manners.”

“Oh Mommy will you please, please fuck me?”

“Yes, Bobby I will fuck you. Now, flush the toilet and follow me to my room.” She reluctantly pulled her hands away from her kid’s body and turned to walk out.

“But, mom, what about dad?”

“Don’t worry he is kind of busy with his own fun right now,” she told the boy as she left. For a second Bobby wondered what kind of fun his dad was having. But, he shrugged his shoulders and flushed the toilet and followed his mother to her room scooping up his clothes as he went.

There was his mom laying on her side on her bed with one knee up totally nude. She was playing with one of her boobs with one hand while she rested her head on the other hand. Bobby’s mother smiled broadly at him. He gulped hard but managed to say, “You look fucking beautiful mom.”

“Well then, get over here and give me a hand with these.” While her boobs weren’t as Giresun Escort big as Babbette’s they were every bit as sexy. She had dark brown areolas surrounding her small erect nipples. A second invitation from his mom would not be necessary as her boobs truly looked good enough to eat. He scampered on to the bed next to her.

In just seconds he had his mouth attached to the nipples of the woman who had brought him into this world. Bonnie placed one hand on the back of his head encouraging his lustful sucking and nipping. He expected that she would use her other hand to play with his cock. But he was surprised when she reached straight for his ass hole and immediately plunged two fingers inside.

He was shocked at how great this felt as his mom wiggled her fingers around about an inch inside tickling his prostate. He rolled her onto her back and continued to lick all over her sexy melons as her fingers pumped in and out of his rectum. Bonnie cooed, “You really like this don’t you? How about sitting on my face and I will kiss that sweet little asshole like it has never been kissed before.”

The sentence wasn’t even finished when Bonnie found her son’s stinky asshole less than an inch from her mouth and nose. She pulled it all of the way to her waiting mouth and dug right in. She kneaded his cheeks as her tongue played in the crack and dived in and out of his puckering hole. Bobby had never had his asshole kissed before, but found it more erotic than he had ever imagined.

Looking down he saw her tits swaying on her chest as a result of the movements of their bodies and robustly began tormenting them. He pulled and yanked on them and squeezed the nipples between his fingers as he rode his mother’s face. Bonnie reached around to his front and gently began stroking his rigid member. Excitedly Bobby blurted out, “Oh fuck mom, suck me please, come on mommy please suck my prick!”

“I thought you would never ask, now lay down on mommy’s tummy and let mommy have that big cock of yours.” she pushed on his back causing him to lay on top of her in perfect sixty nine position. As she swallowed down his erection she hoped he would take the hint and bury his mouth in her pussy.

The unmistakable flavor of cunt cum was on his prick but Bonnie decided to ignore this fact and devour the sexy rod. Twirling her tongue around the head as she sucked harder and deeper. To her relief and great joy soon Bobby was licking around the edges of her cunt lips. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his face into her sweet honey pot making sure that he kissed every millimeter of her beauty.

Before long he had found her joy button and was working his mouth over it like a professional. The mixture of kissing, sucking, biting, and licking he was doing was driving her crazy and she couldn’t help but grind her cunt wildly in his face. Bobby was just as excited as he was frantically fucking her mouth with his rod as he was on fire.

With a thunderous explosion Bobby shot a load into the back of his mother’s throat. She dug her fingers into his ass as a giant wave of pleasure washed over her body spreading out from her red hot clitoris. Quickly Bobby slurped the juices running from Bonnie’s slash. As her orgasm subsided Bonnie pushed her handsome son off of her and shoved him onto his back.

Before she was too tired she just had to get his cock into her dripping twat. Straddling her little boy’s hips she grabbed his fully grown cock and flicked it against her button a time or two and then aimed his member for the center of her cunt hole and eased herself onto his flagpole. Soon she was riding him like a cowgirl and couldn’t help herself and yelled, “Giddy up, Come on and just try to buck me off!”

His mother was bouncing up and down on his prick so hard and fast that it looked like someone bouncing on a pogo stick. Up and down she went and Bobby did as she had requested and bucked wildly. His hips pounded up to meet her thrust for thrust. Reaching down Bonnie frigged her clit so fast that her fingers were a virtual blur.

Between seeing his own mother masturbate while fucking the hell out of him and watching her boobs bounce with each movement they made it did not take long for Bobby to shoot another load into his mother’s tight little cunny. Bonnie had never felt so sexy and had never came so many times in one day and was thrilled that she would get to do this all again with Bill in just a few minutes.

Gently she let her son’s slightly deflated cock slide from her pussy but was surprised that it was still about half erect. Leaning down she kissed him and purred, “That was great you Sweet Mother Fucker, and you can fuck me anytime you want. You had better go now though as your daddy will be in here soon.”

“You are wonderful mommy I love your sexy pussy!” As he grabbed his shorts his mother told him to shut the door behind him so she could get ready for bed. Bobby didn’t bother to put on the shorts as it was a short run Giresun Escort Bayan to his room. As soon as the door was shut Bobby felt a hand on his cock followed quickly by a mouth. It was Bambi; she was home early from her date.

As she would tell Bobby and Babbette later she had no trouble getting the guy to bed. He was pretty good at mutual oral sex and not a half bad fuck. The problem came when she wanted him to kiss her butt and rim her asshole. The guy just wouldn’t do it so she made him bring her home. She couldn’t date any guy who wouldn’t brown nose her so she called it an early evening.

“Hi, big brother, mommy’s pussy tastes pretty good on your cock. I heard you in there, now it is my turn; come to my room big boy.”

“I don’t know if I can, I’m pretty worn out.” She slid the cock all the way down her throat causing it to become fully rigid again.

“This guy here thinks that you are up to it!” With that she stood up and pulled her blouse off over her head and walked toward her room pulling down her pants as she went. Bobby couldn’t believe it, here he wanted to seduce his sisters and here they were wanting him just as bad, if not worse, than he wanted them. When he got to her she was laying on her side with her backside toward him.

“What a fucking sexy ass you have Sis.” That was just what the girl wanted to hear.

“Well, God damn it, kiss my ass then, while you fuck my little feet.” Burying his face between her big cheeks he felt her grab his cock with her feet. Soon he had his tongue exploring her entire crack and bowels as his cock went in and out between her feet. Bambi was moaning enjoying the severe tonguing her shit hole was getting as her brother’s foot fucking was getting faster until he covered her toes with his seed.

Bobby spent the night in Bambi’s room until he snuck out at about four in the morning. They tried everything they could think of. Meanwhile, Babbette was worn out as she had been the first to have everyone in the family so she slept a contented sleep. But, down the hall in their parent’s room their mom and dad were having some of the best sex of their marriage. It was as if the sex with their kids had been foreplay for that night’s fun. Bill couldn’t believe what a hell cat his wife had turned into and told her whatever had turned her on so much to just keep doing it. Bonnie laughed to herself as she fully intended on continuing to have sex with every single member of her sexy little family. Right then and there she decided to organize a family orgy and she wanted to do it the very next day. After the best fuck of their lives the couple fell asleep in each other’s arms. Restless Bill woke up at 6:30 and decided to go have a cup of coffee and read the newspaper. Bambi heard him go down the hall and decided it was time to complete her circle. She knew that frequently dad wore nothing but his robe while reading the Sunday paper. So, she tiptoed up to the easy chair, totally nude, knelt and shoved the robe aside and swiftly slid his cock into her mouth. Bill nearly jumped out of his skin. Quickly he calmed down assuming it was either Bonnie or Babbette but was shocked when he looked down and saw Bambi’s head bouncing up and down on his manhood.” Bambi what the fuck is going on here?”

“Simple, it is your turn to have sex with me. I am gonna fuck you big daddy.” He laid the paper aside and leaned back in the chair to enjoy the expert blow job from his youngest daughter Soon he was entangling his hands into her hair as pressure kept building in his nuts until he unloaded his cum right onto her licking tongue.

Bambi’s pussy was on fire, yet again. Licking her lips she got on all fours on the floor showing off her ass to her father. Of course, Bill did not have to be told what to do. He slid in behind her and rammed his prick deep into her waiting cunt. As he slammed in and out of her he used his hands to milk her boobs.

Bill couldn’t help it and soon was pouring what seemed like gallons of spunk into his baby’s pussy as her juices were pouring down his balls and legs. As a worn out father settled back into his easy chair his baby daughter climbed up into his lap and gave him a very long sultry kiss.

They sat there smooching for awhile as her dad sucked her orbs and she teased his limp dick. The grandfather clock chimed 8:00 and daddy told her he had to go to an appointment and besides the rest of the family would be up soon. Dejected she got up and went back to her room pretending to be still asleep.

Hurriedly Bill got dressed and ran out the door to meet Brenda Cooper. As he stormed into her office Brenda didn’t know what hit her. Bill threw her on the desk and violently yanked off her clothing He literally tore off her panties causing his partner to yelp loudly. For her part, Brenda had never seen him like this but thought it was a nice change. He yanked his shorts and undies off of his hips and jammed his throbbing member into her love tunnel totally out of control. Escort Giresun He grabbed onto her boobs as if they were a pair of handles and pounded away at her marvelous twat. The bewildered lady just gave in and met him thrust for thrust. They were calling each other every name in the book as the torrid fuck continued. Once they had cum Bill told her, “Brenda, from now on we will do this every fucking morning and there is no point of putting on panties until I am finished with your God damn cunt.”

“Well, partner, it sounds great to me but I’ll only agree if you eat my fucking pussy right now!” Instantly, Bill was bathing his partners shaved cunt with kisses and licking and sucking her until she came three more times. He wasn’t sure he liked the taste of his own cum but it was a small price to pay for the daily prize of this young lady’s sweet cunt.

Back at his home Bonnie was struggling to wake up as it was almost 8:30. She decided to see what she could accomplish with the kids while Bill was gone to his phony meeting. First she went into Bobby’s room and kissed him right on the lips while she grabbed his cock and whispered, “Put on your sexy little swimsuit and meet me in the living room in ten minutes.”

“What is up mom that I need my Speedo for?” Bonnie just put her finger over her lips to hush him up and left.

Next, she went to Babbette’s room and kissed her as well while she fingered her clit. Then she whispered, “Sweetie get your fucking sexiest short nightie on and meet me in the living room in eight minutes.”

She got the same reaction from Babbette as she had from Bobby again she just hushed her up. The final stop was Bambi’s room and the scene was repeated but giving Bambi only five minutes. Then, Bonnie hurried to her own room and found her own “fuck me” nightie. The four of them nearly ran over each other in the hallway running for the living room. The kids just stood there and looked curiously at one another.

Bobby felt his cock growing rigid and made no effort to cover it up as the three women in front of him were so damn sexy. The sister’s felt their cunts tingle and grow moist. Absent mindedly Babbette caressed the top of her breast through the sheer material of her nightie as she was the first to speak up, “Mom, what is this all about?”

“I thought the four of us might do something together while your father is at his office.” She went around to each of them and gave them a hug and a supposedly motherly kiss. These hugs and kisses were just a bit different than any she had ever given the kids in each other’s presence as her tongue quickly swiped each of their lips and she rested her hands on the top of their rumps as she pushed her cunt hard against their crotches, especially Bobby’s erection.

“Now, that I have kissed and hugged each of you good morning I want to see each of you kiss and hug each other as you haven’t done that for years.” The kids were slightly confused but Bambi was the first to obey her mom’s request and walked straight to her sister. Their kiss lingered longer than it should have. But, it was nothing compared to the kiss she gave her brother as she wiggled her hips against his crotch for about 15 seconds.

That only left Babbette and Bobby to kiss and hug each other. Excited Bobby walked over to Babsy and pulled her into his arms and they sensually hugged for a good 20 seconds. Turned on by the scene the kids were still confused and were wondering what mom would ask of them next. Bonnie slid over to Babbette and scooped up the girl’s breast in the palm of her hand and asked, “What do the two of you think of Babsy’s boobies?”

Bambi answered first, “Well, mom they certainly are big aren’t they?”

Then her brother piped up, “They are probably the sexiest boobs I have ever seen.”

Scooting over to Bambi and cupping one of her tits she asked, “Well then, Bobby, what do you think of Bambi’s or my tits?”

Quickly he blurted out, “Oh mom you and Bambi have very fucking sexy boobs, too!”

Bonnie asked, “Are they good enough to eat.”

Now horny and ready to pounce the moment his mom said he could he responded, “Oh fuck yes.”

Not quite sure where she stood with the girls but certain of the look of lust in her son’s eyes she went over to him and touch his cock through his trunks causing him to jump slightly. Wrapping her arms around him she slid her hand inside the pants and pulled out his cock and began softly and slowly stroking it and purred to her daughters, “What do you think of your brother’s cock?”

Bambi answering first said, “Oh my god mommy it is so thick and sexy.”

Then Babbette breathlessly followed with, “Fuck it is gorgeous I would love to suck a cock that sexy deep into my mouth!”

“Then do it; suck your brother’s cock into that sexy mouth. Kids I had sex with each of you yesterday so now I thought we could have some fun together, how about it? I would love to suck Babbette’s or Bambi’s tits while Bobby eats my asshole or maybe just watch two of you sixty nine while having my pussy eaten by the other one.” Startled for a second the kids were frozen in place but they were too horny to resist a family orgy. Babbette did as she was told and got on her knees in front of Bobby and sucked his manhood deep into her throat.

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Ben slammed the front door angrily, stalking all the way to his room for some much-needed gaming therapy. His girlfriend of 3 years had just dumped him so she could date the entire football team free of guilt. Apparently, she’d been fucking at least two of the guys behind his back for the last few months and now wanted more. Well, fuck her, he thought. I don’t need her or her inevitable diseases. At least he’d found out before he’d caught anything from her.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he could hear his sister, Isabelle, in her room blasting her pop music even through the closed door. God, how can she even like that shit? Shutting his own door, he slumped down into his leather chair and woke up his personally-made desktop computer. At 5’11” with dark hair, dark eyes, and a running back build, Ben didn’t quite look the geek, but geek he was through and through. He spent more time in virtual worlds talking trash through his headset with friends halfway across the globe than he did in the real world. Football was something he was forced into by his masochist dad, but gaming was where he belonged.

Logging onto League of Legends, Ben searched for any friends that were currently online. Not surprisingly, no one was on just yet, as they normally met up around 10pm at the earliest. Still, Ben was disappointed. He could really use some trash talk as an outlet for his anger right about now. Slipping his headphones on, he decided to play a game with some randos anyway. Maybe they’d be down for some audio.

Waiting for the countdown to finish, Ben could still hear his sister’s music even through his headphones. He at first tried to ignore it, but the more he tried to, it seemed the louder it became, until he could hear nothing else except that noise. Heaving himself up, Ben tore his headphones off and ripped his door open, ready to give his sister Kars Escort a piece of his mind. “There are other people living here, you know!” Ben yelled down the hallway. “Shut that shit off!”

He waited a few seconds, but after no discernible change in the volume, he stormed down the hallway and shoved open Isabelle’s door, stomping into her room. “What the hell is-!” His words died in his throat and his feet froze as he saw his sister fast asleep on her bed. And not just asleep, but sprawled out on her stomach on top of her blankets, legs spread with an arm up under her head and the other trapped under her stomach. Unfortunately, her legs were spread just enough that Ben caught a full-on view of his younger sister’s bare ass with a hint of pubic hair peeking out from between her body and the bed. Face aflame, Ben immediately slapped his hands over his eyes. Why isn’t she wearing any panties? She should NOT be wearing that short of a skirt!

Taking in a few gulping breaths, Ben slowly dropped his hands, but kept his eyes closed, trying to feel his way back out the door. Stumbling like a blind man, he wagered he was almost there when his outstretched hand knocked a picture frame to the ground, shattering glass. Ben’s eyes popped open at the crash, looking around wildly to his sister, afraid that he had woken her up.

But she hadn’t even moved. Ben gazed incredulously at his little sister, amazed that she could sleep so soundly with so much noise going on around her. Inadvertently, he found his eyes glued to that patch of curly brown pubic hair. I wonder what it feels like… The thought filled him with shame and disgust for himself, this was his baby sister! But it also filled him with something else… Desire? He felt his cock stirring slightly in his jeans, and hesitantly placed his hand over the bulge.

Jada had left Kars Escort Bayan him high and dry earlier today. They had been getting hot and heavy when she broke the news to him about her other partners, probably to manipulate him into going along with it. But he wasn’t about that life, and he immediately stopped it, blue balls or not. He had planned on taking care of himself later tonight after his family fell asleep, but it seemed his cock had a different idea.

Staring at his sister, he could admit that she had a nice ass. Pale and shapely, it looked like it was meant to be squeezed, her skin perfectly flawless and smooth. The hair that he could see from her pussy looked silky but still curly and oh so dark brown, almost black. Ben had a thing for raven-haired beauties. As he was admiring her, his hand rubbed almost unintentionally at the front of his jeans. His cock continued to grow, making it almost painful as it pushed at its confines, begging for release. As if in a trance, Ben slowly unzipped his jeans, watching for any sign of wakefulness in his sister. Getting the zipper down, he freed his cock and it sprang to attention, already glistening with precum. There was no turning back now, as he pumped his cock heedlessly in front of his sister’s sleeping body, his feet involuntarily taking him closer to the bed to get a better look.

She had just turned 18 not too long ago, and Ben could see now that she had matured from that slightly chubby child that he had grown up with, into a voluptuous young woman. How had he not noticed it before? His cock could definitely tell she was a woman. With each pump, he imagined that it was his sister’s pussy around his cock instead of his hand. Tickling him with her dark pubic hair, pussy swallowing his practically 8-inch cock so his balls slammed against her perfect ass. He could feel his Escort Kars hands kneading her ass as he pumped in and out, recklessly bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Just before he blew his load, he opened his eyes and looked around wildly for something to cum in. Grabbing the first thing he saw off of her bed, he held it up to his cock as started spewing string after string of cum.

Panting, he leaned on the bed as he struggled to regain his senses. He had never cum that hard before, and never that easily. As his breathing returned to normal, he found that he was practically touching his sister’s ass, his now limp cock only covered by whatever this pink thing was that he had found, cum soaking through the material. With the end of his orgasm, shame crushed down on him. What did I just do? What if she had woken up?

Frantically, Ben looked up to his sister’s face, but still found her sleeping peacefully, unaware of everything that had just transpired. Quickly, he wiped his dick off with the pink material and shoved it back into his pants and zipped them up. Standing there, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He was holding a cum-soaked item of his sister’s, who hopefully would not notice it was missing before he could wash it. He gently got up off of the bed, trying not to make it squeak or bounce his sister in any way. Before he left, he took one more glance back at his sister, and couldn’t resist lightly grazing her ass. Just as he thought, her skin was flawless.

Instantly paranoid of waking her up or of one of their parents popping in, he hurriedly ran out of her room on his tiptoes and into his own, where he softly shut and locked the door. Only when he was safe, did he look down at the crumple of pink cum-soaked material in his hands that he had stolen from his sister. Lifting them up, he saw that they were lacy pink panties, and they had been well-worn by the looks of the dried cum crusted along the crotch.

Little did Ben know, that in the confines of her own room, Isabelle smiled mischievously and got out of bed to clean up her own juices leaking down her legs.

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Bareback In My Fertile Mother

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Will Barnes is 41 years old. He is the owner of Software Solutions. He is a brilliant software engineer. His company has a net worth of just under one million dollars. He is in the process of landing a huge government contract.

His wife, Sarah is 37 years old. She is a stay at home Mom. Her pride and joy is her son Eric. He joined the Marine Corps when he turned 18. She and Will have been married for 19 years. Over the years she has let herself go. She is about 30 pounds overweight. Their sex life has dwindled to once or twice a month. Will is just not into fat ladies.

Recently Will’s private secretary had to quit. Her husband got a job offer in another state. He is sitting at his desk looking over the resumes of the applicants. He has narrowed it down to five. He has done the oral interviews and Sandy looks the best. Her office skills are about equal with the other four, but she is one hot looking babe. Pretty face, nice rack and legs clear up to her ass. She dresses to show it all off. She would give a dead man a boner. Little does Will know, but her idea of a way to keep her job is to suck and fuck her boss. She won’t hesitate to get under his desk. He sends her an email telling her to report for work on Monday.

Two weeks later Sarah stops by Will’s office on her way to lunch with her friend. She wants to tell Will she just got a call from Eric. He is being deployed to Iraq in one week. She notices his new secretary. She is sitting at her desk doing her nails.

“Hi, I’m Mrs. Barnes. Is Will busy?”

“Hi, Mrs. Barnes. I”m Sandy. I don’t think he’s busy. Just go right in.”

She tells Will about Eric and they chat a while. She doesn’t say a word about his secretary. As she leaves she gives Sandy a closer look. Her antenna goes up and she is on high alert. She will definitely keep her eyes and ears open.

A week later, Sandy suggest that she and Will go to lunch. They are sitting in a small coffee house.

“You know, Will. I haven’t had an opportunity to properly thank you for hiring me.”

He smiles and his cock stirs. He takes her hand. She doesn’t pull back.

“How would you like to thank me.”

She flashes a big smile, thrusts out her breasts and says, “Why don’t we go somewhere more private and I’ll show you.”

“You know I’m a married man. Do you think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea. No one but us has to know. I can keep a secret if you can.”

Will’s cock is half hard. It’s been three weeks since he got laid. He decides to go for it.

“Come with me.”

He drives to a mid range motel and rents a room. The go in the room and Sandy all but attacks him.

“Get naked for me Sandy. I want to see it all.”

“Anything for you. Baby.”

She does a little strip tease for him. She strikes a pose for him.

“Do you like what you see, baby. It’s all yours.”

“I like what I see. Now, take my clothes off.”

She slowly takes off Will’s clothes. She drops to her knees and cups his balls with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. She kisses the head of his cock.

“mmmm, nice package you have there. I’m guessing about 7 inches?”

“Close enough. Now show me what you can do.”

He lays down on the bed and watches her. She doesn’t hesitate. She moves between his legs and takes his cock in both hands.

“You just lay there. I’ll show you what I can do. I’m going to take you to heaven.”

She starts licking and sucking on his cock. She gets it nice and wet and takes it all down her neck. Will groans. He is thinking he definitely hired the right girl. She quickly sucks him up to full hard. In just a few minutes his cum is shooting in her mouth. It’s the best head he ever had. She moves up and lays on his chest.

“How was that, lover boy. Is that the best blow job you ever had?”

“You are a remarkable woman, Sandy. Are you as good with your pussy.”

“No, my pussy is way better than my mouth. As soon as I get you back up, you’ll see.”

She starts working him over with her breasts. She rubs them all over his face. She sticks her nipples in his mouth. He sucks both up nice and hard. She kisses her way down to his cock. She takes it all in and it slowly fills with blood.

“Yes. Come on big cock. Get hard for me. I want you in my hot pussy.”

“Come on, baby. Suck that cock. Get it hard and fuck it. Make me shoot my hot cum in you.”

In just a few minutes it’s full hard. She mounts him and takes it in one stroke.

“Oh fuck yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”

She slides up and down on it, squeezing it on each stroke. She isn’t worried about cumming. This is all for Will. She uses her strong pussy muscles bringing him right to the edge of cumming. She feels his cock start to swell and stops.

“You can’t cum yet. I want to fuck you some more. You can cum when I want you to.”

She brings his to the edge two more times. She pushes down and squeezes hard.

“Now, cum in me. Fill me with you hot cum. Fuck me hard.”

“Fucking hell. I’m cumming. Cumming in your hot pussy. So fucking good.”

She Gümüşhane Escort takes all of his cum, milking the last drop into her.

“Fuck, Sandy. You really know how to fuck and suck. I really hired the right girl. You get a raise effective tomorrow.”

“This is just a sample. You can have my pussy and mouth any time you want. I might even let you take my ass if you want. Just let me know.”

The clean up and go back to the office. They both are grinning from ear to ear. This does not go unnoticed by the others in the office. Everyone watches them walk through. They all want to keep their job so no one calls Sarah.

A week later as he is driving home he feels a little guilt. He has cheated on his wife every day. He rationalizes it in his mind that if she would just lose a little weight he wouldn’t have to cheat. He walks in the door and grabs Sarah.

“Hi, Sarah. I hope you don’t have anything planned tonight. I’ve been thinking all day that it’s way past time for us to get a little.”

Sarah’s antenna is up. This is completely uncharacteristic for him. He hasn’t done this in 15 years. She suspects it’s a ‘I’m guilty’ fuck.

“Sure, baby. Let’s go for it. Now or after dinner? Either way you want.”

“Let’s go now. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

They go to the bedroom and undress. They have a quick missionary position fuck. He gets off in about 5 minutes and leaves Sarah hanging. He gets up, goes in the bathroom and cleans off his cock. He goes into the living room and turns on the TV. Sarah comes out a little later and fixes dinner. She is working on a plan. She knows he is fucking Sandy.

They eat dinner and watch a little TV. Will yawns and goes to bed. She waits a while and does the same. He is on his back snoring away. She is pissed.

The next day she is talking to Jill over coffee.

“Well, it finally happened.”

“What happened?”

“Will is fucking his secretary. He hired this hot little bimbo. She probably can’t even type.”

“How do you know?”

“He came home and jumped my bones. He hasn’t done that in 15 years. It’s called a guilty fuck.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to catch them at it and take him to the cleaners. That bastard won’t know what hit him. I need to switch cars with you. He’ll recognize mine. I’ll follow them and bust their asses. I suspect they’re fucking on their lunch break.

The next day she parks where she can see his car. She waits through lunch time but they don’t come out. She goes to Jill’s, gets her car and goes home. Maybe tomorrow.

The next day she does the same. She sees Will come out. He gets in his car and waits. Soon, Sandy comes out. She looks around and quickly gets in Will’s car. She ducks down and they drive off. Sarah follows them, keeping a few cars between them. They pull into a motel and go in the room. It’s obvious they have a special room. He didn’t go to the office. She sits a while. She gets out and stands near their door. She leans on a car and waits. A few minutes later the door opens. Will and Sandy walk out. The both stop and gasp. Sarah looks at them for a few seconds. She doesn’t say a word. She turns and walks to her car and drives off. She goes to Jill’s.

‘Pour some coffee, Jill. I busted them.”

“Oh shit. You were right.”

“I’m going home now. I’ll get the suitcases out for him. He is fucking history.”

“Take it easy on yourself. OK. If you need to talk, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks. I’ll need some friends to get through this.”

She goes home, digs two suitcases out of the garage and lays them on the bed. She sits on the sofa, turns on the TV and waits.

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“Oh fuck, Sandy. She got us.”

“What are you going to do, baby. She looks really pissed.”

“I suspect I’ll be looking for a place to live. This is one thing she won’t allow. Cheating is against everything she stands for.”

“You aren’t going to fire me are you? I didn’t want this to happen. I thought she would never find out.”

“No, I won’t fire you. I’ll need you to help me through this. I feel really bad. I didn’t want to hurt her.”

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Will pulls into the driveway. He takes a deep breath and goes in the house. He sees Sarah sitting on the sofa.

“There are two suitcases on the bed. Pack your shit and get the fuck out of here.”

He doesn’t say a word. He goes up and packs his clothes and toiletries. He walks out and stops by the door.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. She just wore me down till I said yes. I’ll start the divorce papers. You won’t have to. I won’t try to burn you over this. It’s completely my fault.”

He walks out and Sarah breaks down. She lays down and cries.

Three days later she is served with the divorce papers. He agrees to pay off the house and let her have it. He agrees to give her enough money so she doesn’t have to work. He also keeps her on his health insurance plan.

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Will is sitting in Gümüşhane Escort Bayan his office. Sandy walks in.

“How you doing, baby? Are you OK?”

“Just a little depressed. I’ll be ok in a while.”

“Why don’t you come over to my place tonight. I’ll make dinner for you. You could use a little cheering up. I don’t like to see you all depressed like this. You have to move on.”

“You’re probably right. I’ll drop by after work. How about around 7. I need to stop sitting in my apartment every night.”

“7 is just right, baby. I’ll be all ready for you. I know how to cheer you up.”

He shows up about 7. She greets him at the door. She gives him a hug and a kiss. She is wearing a semi transparent gown. Her nipples and her pussy hair is showing. It barely covers her ass. He hugs her and holds her by her bare ass cheeks. His cock comes up to half hard. She moans and presses against him. She knows how to treat a man.

“Hi, baby. Come on in and have a seat. I have some wine all chilled for you.”

He follows her into the kitchen. He watches her ass as she walks ahead of him.

“Nice outfit, baby. You really know how to dress.”

“I thought you would like it. I bought it just for you. I know how you like to look at me.”

She pours a glass of wine for him. She flits around getting dinner ready. She bends over and shows him everything. He likes the show. She definitely knows how to cheer him up. He knows she is just fucking him to keep her job but he doesn’t care. She is nice to be around and she is wild in bed. He isn’t in love, he is in lust.

The finish dinner and go into the living room. He sits on the sofa and she gets on his lap. She snuggles in sitting on his cock. She wiggles around just a little, getting him hard. He runs his hand up under her gown and holds her breasts. He gently plays with her nipples. They get hard for him. She sits up astride his lap and slowly lifts her gown over head.

“I want to be naked for you. I know that’s what you like.”

She leans forward and gives him her nipples.

“Suck on my nipples, baby. Make them big and hard. I love when you do that. It makes my pussy really wet. I love being wet for you.”

He tweaks and sucks on her nipples. They swell up the size of strawberries. She is moaning and holding his head to her. She reaches down and pulls his shirt up and off. She sucks his nipples and caresses his chest. She slides down on her knees and opens his pants. He lifts his hips and she pulls them down and off. His cock springs up.

“Hi big cock. It’s nice to see you. I have a wet dark place for you.”

She sucks and licks it. She throats him for a few minutes, gets up and leads him to her bedroom.

“Lie down, baby. I’ve missed you. I need some of your hot love.”

She gets between his legs and starts in on him. She slowly rakes down his chest with her nails. He gasps and moans. She rakes her nails down his thighs. His cock throbs for her.

“mmmm. Nice and hard for me. I love your big hard cock. It feels so good in me. She moves over it and slowly takes it up in her wet pussy.

“Oh yes. Big hard hot cock in my pussy. Yes. Yes.”

“You have a magic pussy, baby. It’s so fucking hot and tight. Just right for me.”

She needs to cum this time. She takes control of him. She will make him wait for her. She know how. She pushes all the way down and grinds her clit on his bone. She holds off squeezing him. She doesn’t want him cumming too soon. She grinds and moves around a little. She feels her climax coming.”

“I’m going to cum on you, baby. I’m almost there.”

She grinds a little more and it hits her. She cums on him and cries out.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Cumming on you. Oh god, yes.”

She holds him off and grinds herself to another orgasm.

She cums and squeezes him hard. She feels his cock flare and his cum shoots in her.

“Now, baby, give me you hot cum. Fuck me and cum in me. Now. Now.”

He thrusts up in her and unloads his cum. They both cry out in a mutual orgasm.

“Oh fuck. You an amazing fuck. What a woman you are.”

“You’re good too, baby. I came twice. You’re a really hot lover.”

He is pussy whipped and loves it.

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Will calls Sandy into his office.

“I have some really good news. That deal I was working on with the government. The bought it. They want the software. Our techs will have to go and set it up and train them. This is huge. We need to celebrate tonight. Let’s go out to dinner and dancing.”

“Oh my. I’ll go for that. I haven’t been out like that for a long time.”

She looks around to see if any one can hear.

“I’ll fuck your brains out when we get back. How does that sound.”

“You’re on. Let’s do it.

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Over the next few months Sarah comes out of her depression. He girlfriends start trying to hook her up with single guys they know. At first she declines. Finally they wear her down and she agrees to go out. Most are guys that aren’t into Escort Gümüşhane fat ladies, so it’s one date only. No one asks for her number. She finally gets the message. She is discussing it with Jill.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that most guys aren’t interested in fat ladies. So, I’m going to do something about it. I’m going to the gym and get this weight off.”

“Good idea. I remember how you looked. You will have to beat those horny guys off with a club.”

“Yeah, all the losers will come out from under their rocks. Just what I need.”

“Hey. There are some nice guys out there. You just have to wait for Mr. Right to come along.”

The very next day she finds a gym. She buys a membership and hires a trainer.

“Hi Andre. My name is Sarah. I’m fat and I want to do something about it.”

“Hi Sarah. We can fix that. What is your target weight?”

‘For my height I think about 110 or 115 pounds. How does that sound.”

“I’m sure we can do that if you’re willing to do the work. It won’t happen over night. I suggest three times a week. We can adjust it later if it’s necessary. How does that sound.”

‘Perfect. How about Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 10 am.”

“Just right. I’ll see you Monday. Shorts and a t shirt are the uniform of the day. Also a good pair of sneakers. Check with the desk and they will assign you a locker.”

“Ok, Monday it is.”

Over the next few months Sarah sticks to her plan. Her weight is slowly coming down. She gets to 115 and guys are starting to notice her. She decides to speed things up. She goes to a salon and gets a makeover. She goes for the full treatment. She comes out feeling on top of the world. To finish it off when she showers that night she shaves all of her pubic hair off. She stands in front of her full length mirror. She smiles at herself. She likes what she sees.

The next day at the gym she tells Andre,

“Now that I’ve reached my target weight I’m want to give you a reward. I want to invite you to my place for dinner. After dinner I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

He laughs.

“That’s really a nice offer, but there are two problems. First, my wife won’t understand and second, I have a contract here. It has a morals clause. If I get caught screwing any of the members I’m down the road.”

“That’s too bad. I’m come to really like you. You’re really nice and you’ve helped me a lot. It’s nice to be around you.”

“I like you too, but we will just have to be friends.”

“Well, I guess it’s friends only then. I can live with that.”

“Now you can cut down to one day a week and you won’t need me. I’ll show you a routine to keep it off. You’ll just have to watch your diet.”

On Friday of the next week, one of the members walks up. She has met him before and they have chatted a little.

“Hey, Sarah. How about we go out to dinner and dancing tomorrow night. It’s been a while since I kept company with a beautiful lady.”

“Wow, Bill. Thanks for the compliment. I’d love to go out with you. How about you pick me up at 7.”

“Just perfect. I gotta run now. I’ll see you tomorrow night at 7. Wear something hot. I want everyone to be jealous of me.”

“You silly boy. I’ll dress up nice but I have my reputation to uphold.”

“See you then, bye.”

This is her first date in a long time. She starts getting nervous. She has a nice cocktail dress that will work for the date. She had to buy a complete new wardrobe since her weight loss. She wonders if he will try to jump her bones on the first date. She wants to feel like a woman again, but she plans to take it really slow.

Saturday rolls around and Sarah is getting ready for her date. She is as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. She went to a beauty salon and had her hair done. She decides to spoil herself and she runs a bubble bath. She decides to relieve the tension a little. She moves her hand down to her pussy. She sticks two fingers in her pussy and rubs one out. She lays in the tub for a while enjoying the afterglow. She gets out and starts getting dressed. She picks out a burgundy cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. She can’t wear a bra with it. Her C cup breasts will be free tonight. She picks out black bikini panties and black thigh high hose to match. She looks in the mirror and likes what she sees. The doorbell rings and she takes one last look and opens the door.

She gives him a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Bill. I’m almost ready. Let me get my wrap and we’re off.

“Wow. You look so beautiful. You really brush up nice. All I’ve ever seen you in is your workout clothes. Very nice.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to get compliments. Where are we going.”

“I made reservations at Romano’s. Its a nice dinner house with a live dance band.”

“That sounds nice. Let’s go do it.”

They have a nice dinner and move to the dance area. They dance a few fast ones and some slow ones. He holds her close and pulls her against his cock. She expected this and doesn’t make an issue of it. The dance for a couple of hours and he brings he home. He walks her to her door. She turns and puts her arms around his neck. They kiss gently and he pulls her against him. His hands move down and he pulls her dress up and holds her ass cheeks. She expected this too. She leans back and puts her hands on both sides of his face.

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Bad Boy Road Trip Ch. 01

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Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny. Taylor VanCannon.

*****

Prologue

Jake drained the cold beer and slammed it down on the bar, drawing the bartender’s attention. Without asking, he brought another longneck.

He looked over at his buddies playing pool. After sixty days on a West Texas oil rig they were flush with cash, and eager to party. The locals tolerated them, but would not cotton to losing their hard earned money to the rowdy hustlers. A bar fight was inevitable.

Jake was a lover, not a fighter. He gave his buddies a wide berth and scouted out greener pastures in the crowded Abilene honky-tonk saloon. It was Friday evening, and small groups took up tables around the dance floor.

A table of young ladies caught his eye, office workers ready to blow off a little steam on a Friday night. They were very attractive, hot in fact, and any other night he would have jumped at the chance to bed any one of them. But tonight, he was in the mood for someone a little more experienced… someone that could handle his equipment without a lot of drama. He was about to move on when a somewhat older woman, maybe early forties, joined the group. She was a little rough around the edges, much like himself. Her long red locks cascaded down her shoulders in a mass of thick curls.

When the younger girls got up for a line dance, he moved onto the dance floor and worked his way into their line. It didn’t take long to strike up a conversation. He naturally attracted girls… especially those looking for something on the wild side. He had bad boy written all over him. One by one he raised their hopes, only to dash them by moving on to the next girl. Not ready to give up, one of them invited him over to the table.

The girls were aghast to see him focus his attention on Joan, their boss. They couldn’t believe Jake would pass any one of them up for Joan.

Joan was amused, but wasn’t interested. After all, she was married, and came to the bar as a courtesy to her employees.

A challenge to be sure, but one that Jake was up to; he’d done it many times before. Joan relented to one dance when a fast number came up.

She was grateful that he backed off and appeared to give up on scoring anything more than just a dance. She felt the tension flow out of her body and she began to actually enjoy dancing. To her surprise, he was a perfect gentleman, so she decided to stick around for a second dance.

The music slowed and he pulled her in close. His rugged body belied the grace he exhibited on the dance floor. He twirled her out for a slow spin and then pulled her back into him, tight.

His leg naturally fit between hers and he pressed it into her groin, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Uneasy, she was about to pull back when she felt pressure along her inner thigh. Momentarily confused, it slowly dawned on her that it was his cock, hanging down and pressing into her, like a long fat sausage. Her mind reeled as she tried to calculate how big it was… bigger than anything she’d ever encountered. She swooned, and stayed in tight as he guided her around the dance floor. She made no effort to push back when the music ended.

“I’ve got an RV parked outside,” Jake whispered into her ear.

She fought hard to resist temptation… but couldn’t get the image of his big cock out of her mind. She smiled and followed him out the back door.

He stood in front of the bed while she knelt and silently unbuckled his pants. She stared, unblinking, at the head of his cock, poking out from below the bottom of his shorts. He smiled down at her, patiently waiting for her to look back up.

She stood without speaking and gave him a peck on the lips. They maintained eye contact while peeling off their remaining clothes. She made the first move, cradling his soft cock with both hands. He replied with a tender squeeze of her breasts.

As his cock stiffened, it wedged up in the gap between her legs. She responded by moving her hips, painting his cock with the wet lips of her pussy. Her swollen clit protruded just enough to scrape over his cock, sending tiny jolts of pleasure though her body.

He knew exactly what she was up to, and encouraged her by pinching her hard nipples.

Her breathing quickened as her clit raked along the top edge of his monster cock.

He watched her orgasm blossom and take hold of her body.

She sucked in one last breath and bit down on her lower lip. Her legs started to buckle.

He grabbed her by the ass to keep her upright and pulled her in tight, keeping his firm cock pressed up into her gash, putting even more pressure on her clit.

Her eyes rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

He fell back onto the bed, bringing her with him.

She took several sharp gasps before her breathing returned to normal. She lifted her hips and let him guide his cock up into her very wet Giresun Escort pussy. The monster filling her cunt was anti-climatic, compared to the intense orgasm she had just experience. She regained her composure and fucked him slowly, savoring each insertion of his big cock. “Happy?”

He grinned wildly, “Very.”

She winked. “How do you want it?”

He licked his lips. “I like to watch?”

She sat up and furrowed her brow, unsure what he wanted.

He nodded down to her crotch.

Now she understood, and drew he knees up, keeping them closed. She leaned back and supported herself on her outstretched arms. It surprised her that his cock bent so easily to her new position. “Ready?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

She slowly open her legs, revealing her thick red muff penetrated by his cock. “You’re very flexible… with your cock.”

He hooked his thumbs under her thighs, close to her crotch, and slide her back until all but the head of his cock was visible.

She responded by thrusting her hips forward to take him back in. After several trips back and forth, she asked, “Can you cum like this?”

He nodded, but didn’t push her back down his cock. “I want to watch you cum again.”

She raised her eyebrows, asking how.

He responded by licking his thumb, and then rubbing her glistening pink gash, searching for her hard little nub.

“Good answer,” she said, leaning her head back and tossing her hair from side to side in a flourish.

It didn’t take long. If anything, the second time was even more powerful. She uttered a tiny squeak with each gasp for breath as her body convulsed under the onslaught of his thumb.

Sated, she sat upright on his cock and stared into his eyes. Eager to get him off, she asked cautiously, “How do you want to finish?”

He sensed her apprehension, but knew exactly what he wanted, “In your ass.”

She took a deep sigh; she’d never done it before, even with a cock half his size.

He waited patiently, giving her time to adjust to his request. He was rewarded with a tentative nod. That was all he needed. He knew that despite its size, his erect cock remained flexible enough for most women to handle. He helped her spin on his cock so that she faced away from him.

She looked over her shoulder, scared, like a deer caught in the headlights.

He smile to reassure her and used his palms to spread her cheeks open. The view was amazing. Her tiny rosebud peeked out from a nest of tight red curls. He used a thumb to smear her slippery juices up into her ass crack, and then gently pressed it into her tight hole. Relaxed after two orgasms, it slipped in easily.

She lifted herself off his slippery cock and reached back to wrap her fingers around it. She rubbed the head of his wet cock along the crack of her ass until she felt it press against her asshole. She held it firmly while she let her weight drop down onto it, surprised that the head slipped in.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “you’re doing great… and the view is incredible.”

Emboldened, she put a hand on the low ceiling and used it to force herself down, slowly, inch by inch, until his cock was all the way in. She looked over her shoulder, proud of her accomplishment.

He licked his lips. “Now, fuck me… fuck me hard.”

She complied, using the ceiling for support as she rose and fell on his cock. The unexpected pleasure of having a cock up her ass left her wanting yet another orgasm. She bent forward until her tits were squashed into his legs. She reached for her clit and pumped her hips, furiously fucking him.

“Oh yeah back,” he said, “just like that… get me off.” His neck cramped from staring at the gorgeous view of his cock sliding in and out of her ass. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, eager awaiting the inevitable.

He drew in a deep breath. “Oh fuck… I’m so close.”

She froze, and screamed, “Don’t shoot… Don’t shoot.”

“W-w-what?” It was too late, the first rope of cum was on its way.

She dove off the bed, leaving his cock spurting cum high into the air.

He lifted his head and opened his eyes, wide, and stared into to the business end of a Colt Peacemaker.

Day One

Jake woke the next morning, thankful to be alive. Any other husband would have pulled the trigger, but Joan’s husband was a local Sheriff, a man who understood how to stay on the right side of the law. After a sizable contribution to the Police Youth Fund, in cash, and a strong suggestion to be out of the county by midnight, he made a late night dash west on I-20, to the town of Sweetwater, where he pulled into a Way-Mart parking lot for the night.

Still flush with cash, and a strong desire to be done with West Texas, he figured a road trip to California would be just the ticket. Traffic heading west on I-20 was light and he calculated he could make Van Horn by early afternoon. That would give him plenty of time to plan his trip and stock up on supplies.

Just outside of Westbrook, Giresun Escort Bayan traffic slowed to a crawl. From the top of the overpass he saw multiple flashing lights ahead, a sure sign of an accident. It looked like all traffic was being diverted off the freeway. No big deal; he had plenty of time, and a few hours late wouldn’t matter.

Jake merged right and threaded his way into the single line of cars exiting the freeway. In his left mirror, he saw a big pink caddie coming fast. The driver jammed on his brakes and swerved into the tiny space in front of him, almost plowing into the big rig in front of him. The caddie was old, maybe 1968, pink with a white interior, a convertible with the top down. The skinny driver sported a black cowboy hat. A woman in the passenger seat had long blond hair trailing out from under a rumpled brown cowboy hat, flying in the wind. Fucking idiot cowboys! He couldn’t wait to get out of Texas.

Jake caught the driver looking back at him in his mirror, so he flipped him off. But the cowboy just gave him a friendly wave, and the woman turned back, shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wide smile. She was all Texas, and Jake could almost hear her drawl as she mouthed an apology

“Jeez Dwayne,” Daisy said to her brother, “you could have killed us. What’s the fucking hurry?”

“Wait a minute,” Dwayne said, exasperated, “you’re the one trying to catch a flight.”

“So,” Daisy said, “I miss out on a weekend with Jimmy… At least I’ll still be alive.”

Dwayne shook his head and checked his watch. They were cutting it close. The police directed traffic onto a narrow two lane road. It was stop and go, barely moving.

“Check the map,” he said, “and see how far before we can get back on the freeway.”

Daisy tapped on her phone to bring up the map app. “At least 15 miles,” she said.

That could add two hours at this rate, there was no way Daisy would get there on time. “We’re not going to make it,” Dwayne said.

“Oh well,” she replied, wistfully.

“I can tell you’re broken up about it,” he said, “what gives?”

“No big deal,” she replied, “it wasn’t going to last.”

“Problems?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she replied, slightly annoyed.

“Come on Sis,” he said, showing genuine interest, “I care about you. Tell me. I thought you liked Jimmy.”

“Okay, you asked for it,” she said, “he wasn’t very good in the sack.”

“Maybe your standards are too high,” he managed to say between fits of laughter, “after all, I helped you set them.”

“Cute,” she replied, smacking him on the shoulder, “I’m sure that’s what it is, you’re just too damn good.”

Dwayne leaned back and stretched his arm out on the seat back, patting Daisy on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m always here to help.”

“In your dreams,” Daisy replied, “besides, if I miss my flight it’s going to fuck up your weekend too.”

“Huh?”

“I know what you and Mom had planned,” she replied, poking a finger at him, “just as soon as I was out of town.”

“She told you?” he asked, surprised.

“No,” she said, unable to contain her glee, “but you just did.”

“Fuck!” Dwayne said with a wide grin, “I’ve had the beginning of a hard-on ever since we left the ranch.”

Daisy glanced down and smiled when she saw the bulge in his pants. “Really? What did Mom promise you?”

“A blow job,” he said, “just as soon as I got back.”

“Too bad,” Daisy said, “that’s not going to happen now.”

“You could fix that,” he said, giving her a wicked grin.

“In your dreams,” she said. Just the suggestion of sucking his cock triggered an itch between her legs, one that might need scratching. They hadn’t fucked since she started dating Jimmy, more than six months ago. No matter how many guys she dated, none of them quite measured up to her brother.

“Come on,” he pleaded, sensing her resolve was weakening.

She was tempted. Jimmy’s tiny cock just didn’t get the job done for her. But Dwayne’s, that was another story. Unlike his skinny ass, his cock was big and fat, just the way she liked ’em.

“What about Mom,” she said, toying with him, “If you can’t get it up when we get home, she’ll know it was me.”

“She won’t find out,” Dwayne said, pulling her over close to him, “and I’ll never tell.”

She reached down and squeezed his cock. “Okay horn-dog, find some place to pull over, someplace private; I’ll do it.”

“Sweet,” Dwayne said, “but, that will take too long in this traffic. Do it now.”

Daisy looked around. There was a big truck in front of them, so nobody could see from that direction, and the oncoming traffic was light and moving too quickly to be able to see much of anything. She glanced back over her shoulder and took a quick look at the driver of the RV behind them. His eyes were masked by a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. “What about the guy in the RV? He’s sitting up high and looking right down on us.”

“What’s he look like?” Dwayne asked.

Daisy Escort Giresun looked back for a closer look. “Hard to tell, a little older than us, maybe late thirties, pretty good looking… for a redneck smoking a stogie.”

Dwayne thought for a moment, “Sounds like a guy that might appreciate a good show.” He pulled her in tight and let his hand drift down to her tit, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’d love that,” she said, “wouldn’t you. Fucking show off.”

Jake watched the couple not more than ten feet in front of him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were discussing. His cock stirred ever so slightly and strained against his pants. The girl looked down and fiddled with the driver’s lap. Jake let out a low whistle. Oh yeah baby, just do it!

He watched her turn back and look him over for the third time. He tipped his cap and raised his mirrored sun glasses to stare back at her with his gunmetal blue eyes. She smiled and then rolled her eyes. What did that mean? He gave her a thumbs up… he definitely wanted to see more. She nodded, and then got to her knees, giving him one last look and licking her full, succulent lips. Her rumpled hat partially obscured her eyes, giving her a sultry look. He caught her wry grin just before her head dropped out of sight, into the drivers lap.

Oh yeah baby, suck that cock!

Daisy swirled her tongue around the head of her brother’s hard cock, and then took him into her mouth. Her wet lips coated him with saliva as she took him further into her mouth.

Jake strained forward trying to get a view of her head in the driver’s lap and gave his cock a firm squeeze. It wouldn’t be long before he was hard.

Dwayne rolled his head back and enjoyed the gentle sucking his sister gave him. He reached over and caressed her ass, squeezing her cheeks, pressing his fingers into her crack.

Daisy moaned and wiggled her ass, then lifted her head and said, “Oh yeah Dwayne, I like that, slip a finger into me,”

Jake watched her black panties come into view as the driver pulled her dress up. When the dress was clear of her panties, his hand slipped under the waistband and into the crack of her ass. She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. His fingers must have found their way into her cunt.

Jake unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. Traffic was still moving at a snails pace, so little concentration was required to drive.

Daisy rose up and whispered into Dwayne’s ear, “Your fingers feel so good… but, you shouldn’t have done that…”

“Why?”

“Because, I want to get off… now… before you blow your load in my mouth.”

Dwayne laughed and said, “Now who’s horny? Hop on Sis, I’ll give you a ride.”

Daisy slipped her panties off and climbed into his lap, easily guiding his cock into her wet cunt. Once she got past the initial pleasure of his cock sliding into her, she looked over Dwayne’s shoulder and made eye contact with the redneck staring at her, his mouth agape.

Jake was wide-eyed, watching the blond bombshell fuck her cowboy, moving up and down on his cock. Holy fuck! He tried to stay cool, but could only imagine the look she must have seen on his face.

Daisy leaned back and stretched her arms out along the top of the windshield, pumping away on his rigid cock. Dwayne unbuttoned her tiny denim vest, freeing her large breasts. He took a handful of each, leaning forward to suck on her hard nipples. It usually took a little time to get off fucking her brother, but there was something about performing for the stranger that unexpectedly drove her over the edge, unleashing a powerful orgasm.

Jake watched it happen. Her eyes rolled back and closed at the same time her face turned to a grimace. Her body went rigid and she pressed herself down hard on his cock, rocking herself in his lap. Her expression softened to a smile as her orgasm subsided and her eyes opened, once again looking back at the rugged stranger.

Fuck! Jake almost blew his load right there, all over the dashboard. He wondered if the girl knew what he was doing?

She held her fist up and gave him several short pumps, answering that question. He nodded. She raised her eyebrows, twice in rapid succession. Did she want to see him?

Jake waited a moment for the traffic to stop, set the brake and then lifted himself up in the seat. He flopped his big cock over the top of the steering wheel.

Her eyes went wide when she saw it.

Jake knew what was going through her mind, “I’ve got to have that big cock”. He gave his cock several long strokes, to set the hook, so to speak. Oh yeah! He had her now.

Traffic started moving, so Jake sat back down to drive. She gave him one last smile before getting back on her knees and going down on her cowboy.

Daisy sucked Dwayne in, taking him all the way down her throat. She desperately wanted to finish and get back to the stranger. She could hear Dwayne moaning, and sucked even faster. She felt him tense up and eagerly caught his load in her mouth.

She rose up and opened her mouth, ostensibly showing Dwayne his load of cum, but knowing that the stranger would see it too.

Jake watched her swirl the load of cum in her mouth and then swallow it in one gulp, licking her lips to show him it was gone.

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Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 07

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Although I had given Debbie until Monday to sign on as a sex slave, it was all for show. She was hooked and giving her two days to “decide,” purportedly of her own free will, would drive the hook deeper. There was still a problem: what to do about her husband. Debbie was a beautiful woman and under my tutelage she’d become spectacular. If word got out that this woman was fucking one of her students the national media would be all over the story. The biggest threat of a leak was her husband. After I devised a plan to neutralize him, I related it to Mom. She thought Grandad’s connections would be useful. Upon contemplation I agreed; he would make a powerful ally.

Which is why on Saturday night Mom and I met with Grandad in his study, whose dark wood, expensive leather desk, and photographs of him with national and local dignitaries exuded power. Mom was wearing tight jeans, a button down shirt over a white tank top, no bra, and boots. Grandad was wearing a red polo shirt bearing the company logo and a pressed pair of tan slacks.

He got to the point. “Your mother said you had three requests.”

“There is a teacher at my high school whom Mom has befriended. Her husband works at Russell Accounting.”

Grandad’s dealerships were among Russell Accounting’s biggest clients.

“We believe he is or is about to start cheating with an underage girl. Our information is that his job performance is poor. If our suspicions about his affair are confirmed, we would like you to ask John Russell,” the head of the firm, “to fire him while advising him to resolve matters with his wife and the girl as quickly as possible. Mr. Russell should be brutal; the young man needs to be cowed. If he asks why you’re so interested, you can indicate it’s a favor for your daughter-in-law.”

I looked in his eyes. His powerful intellect was absorbing everything.

“Second, contact Rebecca Faince.” Ms. Faince was the most feared divorce lawyer in our community. She had flaming red hair and a penchant for short skirts, exposed cleavage, and dominating courtrooms. She was also, I would later learn, a sexually voracious bi-sexual. “Tell her of your suspicions about the cheating husband and ask that she represent the wife, who is a friend of your daughter-in-law.”

“And third,” Grandad asked, folding his fingers.

“Call Lee Jonas.” Lee was the senior partner in the city’s biggest law firm. “Ask him to represent the young girl in an action against the husband.”

Grandad leaned back in his chair.

He looked at me, then Mom, then back to me. His hands remained folded. “I assume these stories are, in large part, bullshit.”

“That’s true.”

“And this scheme serves another purpose?”

“Also true.”

“Will it work?”

I took a moment. “Yes.”

He closed his eyes and was quiet. Then he looked at Mom. He seemed to see something in her eyes. His face relaxed. “I’ll do it.”

He paused, then added an explanation. “That you and your Mom are lovers is clear to anyone who has the imagination to see it. I haven’t seen her this happy in years. I approve; she certainly deserved better than my son. I’ve also recently had a long standing suspicion confirmed.” He looked at Mom. “You tell him.”

Mom picked up the story. “As you know, at the time you were conceived your Dad was not my only sexual partner. He was the only one who proposed and after you were born the family resemblance eliminated most of the other men as potential fathers. But that story your dad tells about protecting me from his father is a little off.

“Your Grandad bedded me the day our sorority appeared at the dealership. While the rest of the girls were meeting customers I was riding his big dick in his office. He was an older guy, but he was dynamic and oozed power and strength. Yes, he can be gruff. He can be an asshole. But I found sides of him I like. Your Grandad was strong. I could depend on him. He also knew how to fuck, a trait your Dad did not bring to the marriage.

“I was among his mistresses for years. Then, about five years ago, the botched surgery for prostate cancer and his diabetes left him impotent. There have been a few times over the past few years he’s been able to get it up and when he did he knew he could call on me, but basically I’ve been fuck-free until, well, until you.”

The punch line was obvious.

“I’ve always wondered. You’re a lot more like your Grandad than your father. I guess I didn’t want to know the truth. It was easier being oblivious. But once you got me in bed it became pretty clear whose son you were. I collected some of your hair and had it DNA tested. Grandad’s your father.”

Grandad broke in. “I’ve always seen you as the future of the company. Your Dad, I guess I can still call him that, can’t run this business. If and when you are ready you can come in as an equal partner. In the meantime you should pursue the path you want. As your Mom has pointed out, I’ve tried forcing your Dad to do it my way. You’ve seen how that turned out.”

He Hatay Escort shifted in his chair and a subtle gleeful smile slowly crossed his face. “Now for the good news. All this reminiscing has got my thing working.” He looked at Mom.

Mom didn’t hesitate. “John, you need to understand, I belong to Randy now.”

Grandad didn’t either. He looked at me. “Well, are you willing to share.” The look in his eyes was one I had not seen before. Was it a look of love?

“Can you say please?”

He smiled, “Please.” For a word he didn’t use all that often, he got it just right.

“Mom, you up to two at a time?” I asked.

Instead of answering Mom shed her shirt, leaving the white tank top on. Her breasts visibly swelled and her hard nipples were outlined in the fabric as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. Mom took a strep towards Grandad. Her hand went to his crotch, rubbing the length of what appeared to be a monstrous erection.

“John, you are nice and hard.” She removed his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it and his undershirt over his head. He was thin and wiry, still in excellent shape. She then unzipped his pants, pushing them over an enormous cock. Mom showed no hesitation. She took its head in her hand, smearing into it a few drops of pre-cum. She turned and kissed me. “He took good care of me with this for many years.”

Of that I had no doubt.

Mom looked at the two of us. “Why do you boys still have your clothes on?”

Grandad wasted no time. Almost nimbly, he sat on his desk, kicked off his loafers, and pulled his pants off. Fascinated by the scene before me, I also undressed, but more deliberately, enjoying the show. Mom, who clearly savored the attention paid her by two sets of horny eyes, let go of Grandad’s meat, undid her belt, and shimmied her jeans over her hips. When they reached her thigh she sat on the table and stuck her feet out.

“Can you boys help me with these boots?”

Grandad and I each removed a boot and pulled the jeans off her legs.

“Thank you, now go sit down.”

We sat on Grandad’s desk. Mom sauntered over, wearing only the tank top, and ran her hand up the length of our cocks, before dropping to her knees between our dicks. She took a cock in each hand, studying each as if she had never seen it before. She was enjoying teasing us and we were happy to let her do so. Then, with hunger in her eyes, she kissed mine, and then Grandad’s, going back and forth, taking a little longer each time until she directed her full attention to Grandad’s member. She took a moment to relax and stretch her jaw and then, seemingly effortlessly, took the head of Grandad’s over-sized tool in her mouth.

Taking her time she sucked an inch, and then another inch, into her mouth. And, despite the fact that her mouth was stuffed with the biggest cock I’d ever seen, she found a way to keep working her tongue against his shaft. Her concave cheeks showed that she was sucking with vigor. What remained outside her mouth she worked with her left hand.

Accompanied by Grandad’s moans of pleasure Mom bobbed her head up and down his tool for several minutes, before releasing him, gasping for air. After she caught her breath she licked his cock from bottom to top, as if enjoying an oversized ice cream coat. As she did so her eyes were filled with unadulterated lust. She was a cock hungry bitch, up to any challenge, ready to fuck and suck any man under the table.

Still frigging Grandad’s dick, which was dripping pre-cum, she turned back to me. kissing and licking my shaft, leaving no spot unloved. When she finished there she took my testicles in her mouth and gently sucked them. I pulled back her hair to watch and she put on a show, trapping one of my testicles between her lips and licking it before letting it fall lazily from her mouth. When she slid her face back over my cock she locked her eyes on mine, moaning in delight as she tongued my cock’s head while, using her spit as lubrication, avidly working the shaft with her hand. The cum in my balls began boiling and Mom, with her sixth sense for sex, took my testicles in her hand, rolling them with gentle, expert, care.

As she worked my dick Mom’s eyes glowed with a depraved passion. She didn’t suck cock just to please her man, she sucked cock because she loved it, because she needed it, because she was a sexual athlete of the highest order, a goddess of the sensual. Inspired by my monas of pleasure, she took more and more of me inside her mouth until more than half my cock was disappearing into her face, re-emerging coated with her spit. She sucked me with wild abandon and her tongue was a whirling dervish of delight. A drop of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

It was all too much. I grunted, threw back my head, and the jizz exploded from my balls. Mom didn’t miss a beat; she captured all my jism. When I had emptied every drop in her face she stood and made a display of letting my cum settle in her mouth as she savored its Hatay Escort Bayan thick gooey texture and musky flavor. She swallowed and, knowing how I loved to kiss her when her mouth was still flavored by my cum, she placed her hand on my chest and leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues played together as we worked our lips against each other.

Mom turned to Grandad, a wild look in her eyes. I ran a hand up her leg; juice coated her thigh. She was beyond horny. She leaned her body back against mine and I removed her tank top, freeing her fat tits. Grandad, the man always in charge, seemed mesmerized, staring at us, before letting out a choking noise and falling to his knees. He pushed her legs apart and started kissing Mom’s pussy. There seemed to be no plan, his tongue was everywhere at once and he slurped her juices as if she was a fountain of youth. Eventually his tongue zeroed in on her clit and his fingers effortlessly slipped inside her.

She continued leaning against me, supporting her body on mine. She turned to kiss me and brought one of my hands to her breast, which swelled at my touch. I kissed her neck and ears. With her other hand she held Grandad’s head in place, humping his face. She broke our kiss and, gasping for air and groaning, locked both hands on Grandad’s head. He was not going anywhere. Grandad’s talented mouth had Mom racing toward an orgasm and she repeatedly shoved her hot cunt into Grandad’s face while I pinched and twisted her nipples.

“Like that, like that, here it is… right now… Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! I’M CUMMING!!” Mom moaned, and I held her in my arms as an orgasm bounded through her body. As her orgasm started to recede she rested her head on my shoulder; her face glowed with happiness and satisfaction.

Grandad struggled to his feet, taking the opportunity to kiss and nuzzle Mom’s fat breasts on the way. Mom cooed her appreciation – they were always hyper-sensitive after an orgasm – and Grandad, encouraged, buried his face between them, sucking greedily on the tit-flesh. Mom directed his mouth to her nipples, her sweet soft whimpering letting him know how much she loved his attention.

When he finally stood fully erect Mom scanned the office, her eyes alighting on a chair facing the desk. She pointed and Grandad sat down, his massive erect dick standing at full mast. Mom stepped between his legs, nudging them further apart with her feet, turned and sat in his lap, taking his cock in her cunt in one long steady motion. Pleasure rippled across her face. She leaned forward, her hands on the desk, and lifted her feet so they were dangling several inches from the floor, her tits floating in the air before her.

Grandad grabbed her hips and started thrusting in a small circular motion. Mom, for the moment, relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Grandad’s massive tool inside her. Her mouth was ajar, her tongue resting on her lips, her breathing deep and steady. As the pleasure built in her she leaned further forward, her hair hanging around her face. After several minutes she emitted a steady low snarl and brought her legs closer together, tightening her cunt. In response Grandad increased his pace and Mom started grunting in time with his thrusts, using her powerful arms to push into him as he shoved into her, allowing him to penetrate ever deeper into her hungry pussy. The joy was evident on her face; she loved being filled by Grandad’s oversized equipment.

As they got a steady rhythm going Mom began to move her backside in circles. Grandad got the message and started varying his motions, sometimes pushing into her, sometimes moving his hips in ovals, twisting and turning his cock inside her. The concentration on Mom’s face was familiar; she was using her cunt muscles to maximum effect on Grandad’s tool.

Grandad was ecstatic. “Well, Jen, the old man still got it?”

“Yes! God, yes! Oh god yes!” she answered.

As they continued their cries and moans echoed off the polished walls, rising above the rhythmic squeaking of the chair. I was impressed by Grandad’s staying power; I knew the delights of Mom’s tight cunt. He was determined to give her a good hard fuck. In an effort to pick up the pace he took hold of her hips, but Mom waved him off. Grandad could not match her strength. Instead, she let her feet slip back to the floor and resting on her elbows, began to impale herself on his huge tool. Her pussy was rippling around his fat dick, the liquid frothing and bubbling at the intersection of their bodies.

Grandad started chanting, his voice tense and taut, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Then, in a sudden jerky motion, he slammed into her while pulling her hips down, burying his shaft deep inside her as he orgasmed. Mom joined him seconds later, shouting “OHHHHHHHH FUUCCKKKIIIINNNNNGGG YEAHHHHHHHH.” She shook and thrashed on his lap, letting the bliss carry her away, reliving the memories of the years in which Grandad’s cock had been the best thing in her life. Finally she fell back and draped herself over him, her bones turned Escort Hatay to rubber. And although she took deep, cleansing breaths, the aftershocks of her seemingly endless orgasm was evident as her arms and legs continued to twitch.

After allowing her a few moments, I took Mom’s hand. She stumbled to her feet and then, at my direction, to the desk. Lying face down, she spread her arms and pressed her hands into the desk’s surface. Her legs hung over the edge, feet firmly planted on the ground. It was a position made to fuck a woman hard, very hard. Her brown hair hung wildly over her face; her perfect rump was sticking up into the air; her massive tits were flat on the desk, their flesh spilling out from under her body. I ran my hands down her back and sides, and over her ass, stroking and caressing her. My touch revived her. She pushed the hair from her face, looked over her shoulder, and with a happy smile said, “I’m all yours stud.”

Grandad had prepared her well; my cock slipped into her without resistance. Mom moaned in pleasure, “Mmmmmmhhhhhh….,” and clamped down on me. I was momentarily afraid she might tear the skin off my dick and we both took a second to let our bodies mold themselves to each other. Then I started fucking her, at first nice and slow, but with increasing strength and firmness. I held onto her hips and buried my entire cock in her with each thrust. With her feet firmly planted on the floor and her powerful legs, she anchored herself to the heavy desk, effortlessly absorbing me.

Mom turned her head. Her eyes were closed; lust filled her face. Her pussy squeezed me tight. In this position Mom couldn’t push back into me, but she moved her hips in circles, ensuring that I entered her at a constantly changing array of angles. As she moved her ass she rubbed her clit against Grandad’s leather top desk. Her grunts became increasingly short and intense. I could sense Grandad watching, watching me take what had once been his. Soon Mom was shaking uncontrollably. She pressed her hands firmly into the table, lifting herself slightly, pushing back into me with all her strength. I watched the muscles of her body tighten as she gulped in and held a lungful of air and rocked back into me, driving herself on the heels of her hand. She held herself like that for several long seconds and then her face contorted and she unleashed a roar, in a scream emanating from the bottom of her solar plexus, “ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!” Her body convulsed, shaking on the desk top until, finally, she went limp, laying on the desk murmuring, “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” in a sleepy sexy voice.

I pulled my still hard dick, which was thoroughly coated with her slick slimy juices, from her cunt and fitted it to her asshole. Mom reached back to spread her ass cheeks, but she was still weak from her orgasm and I waved away her feeble efforts to help. I was fully familiar with the way in her back door.

I placed my hands on the tops of the cheeks of her firm ass, pushing them up and away. Her rectum gave way easily as I shoved my cock all the way into her. Mom’s sole reaction was a long sensual purr, “Oh yeahhhhh….” We held still a few seconds, letting her asshole’s natural lubricants mix with the cunt juice coating my cock. And then, for the next few minutes, I had my way with her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight asshole, leaving only the head of my tool inside her before I glided back in to the hilt. Mom started to move her ass in circles and squeeze down, providing me with the full array of joys her backside could deliver.

I leaned forward, pushing her hips down and placing even more pressure on her clitoris as she ground it into the soft leather of Grandad’s desk. The room was filled with her grunts, the grunts of a woman pushing her body to the limits; the grunts of a sexual athlete at the limits of her ability to perform. Although she was riding a wave of small sharp orgasms, far too many to count, she kept pushing her spent body to the next one, greedy in her desire to drain every ounce of pleasure from her perfect physique. Juice was leaking from her cunt, pooling on the desk, dripping down her legs. Drool was trickling from her mouth. The sexiest woman on the planet was all mine. My cock was burning with pleasure. Mom used her butt muscles to squeeze me tight while continuing to push her blood engorged clit into the table, rubbing it on the leather with a fanatic intensity. She looked back at me.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard stud. Make me scream with that big dick of yours!”

Mom was ready to come and that knowledge was all it took to carry me to the edge.

“Are you ready for my cum, you cock-crazy hard-bodied bitch.”

“Yes give it to me, fill my asshole with it.”

I slapped an ass cheek.

“Ummmnnnnnnhhhhh.”

Then the other.

“Ummmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh.”

Then, with her last reserve of strength, she clamped down on my cock.

I had thought I had a little longer to go. I thought wrong. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the table. My testicles tingled and a column of cum powered up my penis and filled the depths of her asshole. She lifted her ass from the table and then moved down hard, dragging her clittie across the seam where the leather joined the wood.

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Here’s a true story. Or is it? Names have been changed for the sake of propriety, but it’s pretty damn close to true events. Unless it’s not, then names haven’t been changed. Alas, I’ve already gone off on a tangent. Don’t let the title throw you, the actual participants are of legal age.

So, let me start off on a downer. My mom passed away last year. Just one moment in a long line of stressful events for my family. Without getting too much into it, my parents were separated and in the process of divorce when it happened. The tension has been pretty bad, especially since my father is such a pain in the ass. He’s one of those cranky old curmudgeons that always needs something to complain about, which is part of why my mother left him.

I currently live in a tiny house with three other miserable bachelors. It’s cramped–barely enough for two people–and up until now, I’ve avoided being caught jerking off to Internet porn by only the slimmest of margins. Here comes the real set up: Ever since then, everyone on my dad’s side of the family have come out of the woodwork with their sympathy-driven holiday invites and whatnot. They’re good folks, but I’m not much of a people person. However, it did create the opportunity for this titillating tale.

Cut to: An unseasonably warm weekend in early Spring. I get a call from Aunt Marlene, who asks if I’m for babysitting duty. She and her husband Bill were planning a cut/paste romantic dinner and their normal sitter couldn’t make it.

Meanwhile, their eldest daughter Roxanne would be going out with friends immediately after work to celebrate early her eighteenth birthday coming tomorrow. That means their rambunctious youngest daughter Kerry would need some supervision for the evening. You’ve already heard enough about me to understand how I would appreciate any opportunity to get out of the house. The chump change they’re offering doesn’t interest me, but I accept all the same. I hop in my Ford P.O.S. and drive over to their place in record time.

Kerry’s a affable kid. She’s a total tomboy and more of a geek then me. I get there and we spend the majority of the night eating pizza and playing video games. I can tell she’s totally sweet on me, but this story isn’t about her. Which is a good thing, because she’s way young for this crap and I don’t want to get arrested. She could be pretty smokin’ in a few years, but I digress.

The grandfather clock downstairs chimes eleven and we’re already two hours past her bedtime. I’ve got no idea how frisky her folks are feeling tonight, so I figure we ought to pack it in before they come home and I lose my cursory twenty bucks. We have one last deathmatch for the road and I drag her reluctantly into bed. Once she’s settled, I exit and close the bedroom door, on the back of which is a poster her dream boy, Gary Sinise.

Ah, blissful silence.

The only thing that keeps me from geeking out completely is a delicate constitution. I need to eat real food once in a while, so no living on instant ramen and Mountain Dew. Hours of loud techno music and rhythmic explosions give me a headache. Now that the night’s fun was over (or so I thought), I set up my laptop on the dining room table and started pecking away at my latest attempt at erotic literature.

Maybe that’s when I started writing this very story. Or did I just blow your mind?

I’m getting pretty into it. You know that mental place where the words flow unheeded? I was there, man. Sweaty, short of breath, pitching a tent as I write the juicy parts. Mmmmmm, juicy parts… To avoid reaching into my pants while I write, I force myself to break away and go raid Uncle Bill’s liquor cabinet. Nothing takes the edge off like a whiskey on the rocks. Even as I mix, I’m thinking about the next lurid sex act.

I was so into it that I didn’t hear the clicking from down the hall that meant the front door had been opened. I come back into the dining room and Roxanne is leaning over my chair, peeking at my latest masterpiece-in-progress. My sweet foxy Roxy. Oh yeah, she’s the subject of this story.

I remember playing tag with a midget in a pink tutu while all the adults thanked me for keeping the young’uns occupied. Roxanne has filled out nicely since then. She’s now a half-head shorter than me, which is pretty impressive considering how tall I am. Thick brown hair almost as dark as mine is matted around her neck and shoulders, greasy from working in a Friday’s-like restaurant kitchen followed by a night of dancing with her girlfriends. Dark eyes glitter in the dining room’s low light and her pouty lips are turned up at the corners ever so slightly, clearly amused by what I was in the middle of writing. But it’s not her expression that catches my eye first.

Roxy still has a bit of baby fat, so she’s got some thick curves and waistband bulges that most guys in my neighborhood would be turned off by. Me, I’ve never been into the skinny lolita types and I think Roxy’s full figure is positively bodacious. Giresun Escort She’s still wearing the tight belly shirt uniform with a generic restaurant name glittering across her double-dees. Her arms are folded on the back of the chair, generous bust hanging over them. There’s a sparkle of silver at her throat. Roxy’s favorite necklace pendant–a ‘male’ symbol sold as a promotional item for a certain spy movie spoof–points down into her cleavage like a signpost to paradise.

The old soldier is standing at attention, saluting that sweet land of liberty.

Now I’ve got two problems. She hasn’t yet noticed my embarrassing situation, but she is about to reach the story’s climax, no pun intended. I can only prevent one from happening. Taking a chance, I trip over the power cord and pull it out. Like clockwork, my crappy old laptop crashes because I’m too cheap to buy one with a decent battery. The sting of knowing I forgot to save my work and will never be able to rewrite all that as good the second time is tempered by the look of disappointment on her face. Gretzky shoots, Jesus saves!

Roxanne looks up at me and I make a show of trying not to spill my drink. It draws her gaze away from the deep shadows my crotch is casting, or so I hope. Her smirk turns into a sneer. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

Did I forgot to mention that puberty made her kind of a bitch too?

“Sorry, ma’am. That information is on a strict need-to-know basis.”

She huffs in mock exasperation and her bosom jiggles impressively. “Um, hello? It’s my house.”

“Not for much longer. I claim this dining room for Mother Russia!” I punctuate the statement by slamming my drink down on the table, splashing the sharp tonic across it. I resist the urge to see if it smokes on the hardwood like in those old Westerns.

“Whatever!” she replies with a convincing valley girl accent, despite the only valley of significant size within ten miles being down her shirt. Roxy brushes past me and heads for the stairs to the bedrooms. “You better clean that up.”

“I only take orders from the Kremlin.”

Her emphatic reply–“You are such a weirdo”–wafts down from the second story. As I wipe the table with a dish rag, I silently thank that the muse of comedy has seen fit to grant me a sense of humor when it really counts. I track the dull padding of her feet as she walks around her room, then down the hall, and into the bathroom. There is the muffled squeaking of pipes as she turns on the water and steps into the shower. I try not to think about her voluptuous body, wet and soapy…

Trying not to think about it.

After booting up my poor laptop to make sure no serious damage was incurred, I shut it down for good and pack it away. No sense testing fate.

One of the best features of Bill and Marlene’s house is the living room. A plush corduroy couch runs the length of the front picture window and makes a right angle across from the entrance. Bill’s big screen TV is perfect for watching sporting events, hi-def DVDs, or import Asian porno. But I’m not so stupid as to test it out for that last option. He’s got satellite too, so there are several hundred channels of nothing just ripe for the surfing. By the time I hear Roxanne’s footfalls crossing back to her room, I’ve settled on a subtitled kung fu movie on the international channel.

I’m sure it’s been a busy night for Roxy and I expected our discourse to end where it did, so imagine my surprise when a round-bottomed goddess descends the stairs in her evening finery: pajama pants and a white tank top that does a marginally better job of concealing her womanly curves than the belly shirt did. Hair previously slick with sweat is now buoyant and luxurious, shining in the flicker of the television. She crosses the room towards me and nonchalantly plops into my lap. She’s been doing that for years, probably because she thinks it annoys me. On the contrary, by no means is it an unpleasant position to be in, but Roxanne isn’t the small girl she used to be.

My comment as to the nature of her weight comes out as a whoosh of breath. “You’re getting a little big for this, don’t you think?” I groan, internally begging her not to get up. Her butt may be a little on the big side, but it feels great through the thin fabric.

“Shut up,” Roxy snaps, jabbing me in the ribs. But she doesn’t move, except to pluck my whiskey from the coffee table. She brings the glass to her full lips and takes a sip, then makes the classic ‘whiskey face’. “You drink this piss?” she asks incredulously. That doesn’t stop her from taking another sip.

I risk snaking an arm around her middle. “And so do you, apparently.” I snatch the glass out of her hand and drown it before I’m caught with an inebriated minor. “Whiskey is a man’s drink, girly. It’ll put hair on your chest.”

Shock crosses Roxanne’s face and she pulls open the front of her tank top. She’s not wearing a bra and I swear I see a flash of Giresun Escort Bayan nipple, but I resist the temptation and laugh at her gullibility. Roxy jabs me again and crawls away, giving me a nice view of her shapely rear. She settles into the corner of the couch and drops her bare feet in my lap.

“I’ve been standing all day. Give me a foot massage,” she commands with the air of a princess.

Feet may not be on my personal list of fetishes, but the mood is right. Roxy crosses her ankles; while I massage her right foot, her left heel inadvertently digs into my groin. Out of the corner of my eye, I see she’s pulled up her shirt and is absent-mindedly fingering the navel ring she convinced her parents to let her get for her sixteenth birthday.

Sergeant Johnson returns for a second tour of duty. “You gonna reciprocate?” I joke, wondering if she realizes how she’s influencing my physiology.

Roxy snorts at me, but her eyes remain glued to the television. The Red Tiger is about to get revenge against Master Dragon Claw for his grandfather’s murder. Emboldened by her lack of attention, I start to work my magic fingers.

Truth be told, I’m no great catch. I’m extraordinarily average of build, perhaps a little heavy around the middle, with a plain face. Hooking a women may be the hard part, but I can reel ’em in. Chicks dig a tortured artist. When it comes to th bedroom, most men are in it for themselves, their own personal gratification. I know what the ladies like and if they enjoy it, I do.

True to form, Roxanne begins to squirm. She twists the hem of her tank top around a finger. Stiffening nipples poke through the fabric. Her legs press together reflexively. My cousin utters a moan, then catches herself. She rolls on her side and tucks her legs up, pulling her feet from my grasp. I can almost see Roxy’s face glowing red in the dark living room. It gets really quiet as the credits role.

“You have sex yet?” she asks suddenly.

I admit to being mildly offended by that particular phrasing. “You have to ask?”

“Well, I always had you pegged for the thirty-year-old virgin type,” she counters, the sharpness returning to her tone.

“You wound me, dear cousin. To answer your question: Yeah, a couple times now.” In the dim illumination of the television, I come to the conclusion that red hair is the only thing that could make Roxy any hotter than she already is. “What about you?”

There’s no hesitance in her answer. “No. My boyfriend wants to, of course. But I don’t think I want that…yet.” She laughs ruefully. “Doesn’t stop him from asking for blowjobs.”

“Ever give it to him?”

“Only if he’s gonna pay me back.” Roxanne stops. It seems the similarity of our words has occurred to her as well.

“I’m always more than willing to go down,” I offer by means of continuing this thread of dialogue. “Heck, sometimes that’s the best part.”

No response.

“Heh… Okay, this is an awkward silence.” The corner of her mouth twitches, like she’s trying to suppress a smile. “So, is it my turn?” I ask, kicking off my sneakers and presenting my smelly be-socked dogs to her.

Roxy laughs in spite of herself and throws a pillow at me. Tension breaking maneuver: successful. Grabbing the pillow, I pounce on her. Roxy’s laughter creates ripples down her body, accentuating the fullness of her figure. Her undulations remind me of a woman in the throws of orgasm. I stop long enough to let her catch her breath, then my assault begins anew, teasing fingers searching out the most sensitive areas of her ribs and stomach. A squeal comes out of her that surely woke up the entire block.

We freeze. No sounds from outside. And more importantly, none from upstairs.

When it seems the coast in clear, Roxy makes another squeal, this time of irritation. She knees me in the gut and I collapse atop her. I can’t possibly hide my erection as it now presses against her hip. Her loose bedclothes are disheveled. The weather’s been so warm, I’m not wearing much either. From my vantage point with my chin nestled in her cleavage, I can look squarely into her face and see the conflict there. She’s now dealing with the same clash of desire and reservation that I’ve felt towards her for years.

My eyes lock with hers. The next show comes on and it’s a police procedural in syndication. Roxy’s warm, shallow breaths have the bite of whiskey, despite how little she drank, and I know mine must be worse. The grandfather clock ticks away.

Roxanne’s hands come up under my shirt, sliding across my broad back. That’s all the incentive I need and I lean forward, her cute pout meeting my own lips. She may have admitted to being a virgin, but is clearly no amateur at the art of snogging. The drink we shared notwithstanding, she tastes like strawberries. Who wears lip gloss to bed? Was she hoping for the same thing I was? The possibility runs through my head and excites me all the more.

Her hands come Escort Giresun up through the neck of my shirt and she runs her fingers through my close-cropped hair. Roxy just hit the sweet spot. You guys know what I’m talking about. Ladies, try it sometime. We like it. A lot.

I reach up under her tank top for the breasts that have been driving me crazy since they grew in like spring melons. Better than I could have imagined, the soft firmness of her flesh makes my fingers itch. They stretch, trying to encompass her voluptuous orbs entirely, which is impossible. They find her nipples and Roxy gasps against my mouth, her tongue searching for my own. She moans as I tease them, slowly circling the areolas with feather-light caresses. Roxy bites my lip in protest.

A spark of static passes between us as I manipulate the stiff nubs. Carefully stroking, pinching, twisting.

“God, I can’t take it anymore!” comes her husky cry. Roxanne pushes me away and I watch as she draws her legs up to her chest and reaches for the waist of her pajamas. She yanks them down her hips and to her knees, exposing herself to me. It’s dark, but I can tell she’s not wearing panties either. My cousin groans as she tries to grind against the pole in my pants, but I pull back. “What are you waiting for?” she demands.

I silence her with a finger on her lips and wait for the clock. It chimes once, twice, twelve times in all. I give the confused girl my winningest smile. “Happy Birthday, Roxanne. Welcome to the age of consent.”

As I lower my head, Roxy pushes against the couch and raises her hips, now almost vertical in the effort to expedite my touch. I hold her hips steady and spread the hot meat of her thighs. She shivers at the feel of my spicy breath as I examine her. My cousin’s womanly mound is mostly hairless. A few spots of darkness in the gloom indicate missed patches of stubble and I see a few fresh razor nicks. She shaved tonight, for me.

Grateful, I cease the teasing and dive in, taking the mound of her pubis into my hungry mouth. I suck on her young flesh, bathing her with my tongue. Roxy responds lustily as I dip into her womanhood, deeper with each push, longer with each stroke. It may sound cliche, but she taste’s like honey. Her nectar is thick and creamy, sweet with her desire and flowing freely in the need for attention.

She moans again as I replace my tongue with probing fingers. They spread her wide, unfolding her delicate flower and caressing each petal with meticulous precision. Each finger is followed by another, filling her tight, virginal cavity. My kisses and licks over her skin gather up beads of sweat and juice, tickling her, enhancing the sensations that radiate through her body.

Parting the cheeks of her ass with my thumbs reveals the tight pink knot of her anus. I press my lips against it and feel the orifice tighten, then relax. Roxy does not protest. Softly at first, then with growing insistence, I introduce this oft under-appreciated erogenous zone to the gentle ministrations of my tongue. Her fingers dig into my denim covered legs as I encourage her anus to open itself to me. As she becomes accustomed to this new intrusion, I switch tactics again. My mouth returns to servicing her nether lips while a nectar-coated finger slowly inserts itself into her ass. She clenches reflexively, then eases up enough to allow a second finger to enter. They curl around, exploring the inner folds, finding the most secret sensitive spots.

Roxanne begins to pant and I know the time is right. Curling my tongue up inside her, I lash at the hard, hidden clitoris. Her thighs clamp down on either side of my head, threatening to smother me, but I do not relent. My sweet cousin has never before had the opportunity to experience such a coordinated attack on her most pleasurable regions and is unable to resist my technique for long. Roxy’s whole body goes ramrod straight as she climaxes and she bites a knuckle to keep from screaming aloud; biting so hard that I worry she may draw blood. She begins to shake as the first wave passes, then melts onto the couch, shuddering rhythmically with subsequent jolts of orgasm.

Her eyes are glazed with contentment and she says nothing. I’ve never struck a woman speechless before and–even knowing it’s more a product of her own inexperience than my expertise–I take it as a compliment. But now that her lust is slated, I become all too aware of my own predicament. Twice now, I’ve ignored my own needs and my stiff manhood aches. As I lay next to my exhausted cousin and gather in my arms, I can’t help but grind into her bare hip.

The girl’s eyes clear and she comes to a sudden understanding. “Guess I’m being selfish,” she whispers meekly.

“That’s nothing new,” I reply. She scowls playfully and punches me in the stomach. I make to kiss her again, but she ducks out of my embrace.

Roxy’s eyes glitter up at me mischievously. “No, you were right before. It’s your turn, now.” Her hands slide down my chest and stomach, then over my pants, kneading the hard rod contained by denim. She slaps my hands away from helping her unbutton them. The zipper opens haltingly, fighting against the strained material. I raise my hips obligingly and she pulls down my pants and boxers together.

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