An Uncomfortable Situation Ch. 05

An Uncomfortable Situation Ch. 05

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We took a few breaks along the way, but all told, Ali and I stood posed hip to hip with one another for more than three hours, all the while coping with the knowledge that Lisa had watched us having sex.

Each time we stopped for a break, it was almost as though a spell had been broken, and suddenly able to relax, we grabbed for each other, collapsing into each other’s arms. It was comforting and it was arousing, Ali’s arms around me, and her breasts crushed against me. It didn’t take long before I was hard again, and Ali didn’t help matters any when she whispered into my ear.

“I want you inside me so bad it hurts.”

By lunch time, it was warm enough that Ali and I had a light sheen of perspiration on our bodies and sweat had started to darken the cloth of Lisa’s snug fitting top and her shorts.

Lisa looked up from her easel, tugging on her shirt in an effort to fan herself, and told us to relax.

Ali leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me, and as our wet, sticky bodies pressed against each other, Lisa smiled.

“Come on inside,” she said. “You can cool off a little, get something to drink and eat a quick snack.”

She pulled the patio door open and we followed her inside. I walked in last so I could watch the delightful curves of Ali’s ass as she strode gently behind Lisa, and my cock pulsed with each beat of my heart.

Lisa cracked open the fridge and pulled out a plate with some sliced fruit.

“So, what are your schedules like for the next summer session?” Lisa leaned against the counter as Ali and I sipped water and took a few bites. “It starts Monday, right?”

Ali and I nodded.

“I have a class first thing in the morning,” Ali said, “and another that gets out early in the afternoon.”

“Both of mine are early classes. I’m out by eleven.”

Lisa nodded.

“Do you think you can keep coming over every day? I mean, when you need to study, I know that’s got to take priority. I should be able to do enough prelim work to tide me over easily through the time you’d need for classes and studying.”

Ali and I looked at one another and nodded.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Ali said.

Lisa looked over at me. “You’d be able to come over right after class some days, wouldn’t you? I could work on sketching you while we waited on Ali to get here.”

I looked over at Ali. The expression on her face implied to me that she didn’t care what I answered.

“Yeah. I can come over after I get out of class.”

“Great.” Lisa took a drink of her water. “You two finish up here. I’m going to set up for the next sketch.”

We watched her refill her glass of water.

“Lisa?”

I looked over at Ali. The way she said Lisa’s name, I knew she was about to ask the question that could very likely change the way the three of us got along.

“What is it, Ali?”

Ali looked over at me as though to gather courage for the cause. I watched her face flush as she rallied the nerve to pose her question.

“Earlier… before you came outside…”

“Yes.”

The way Lisa said it, Ali didn’t need to finish asking the question.

Ali took a deep breath.

“What about yesterday afternoon?”

A moment of brief silence as Lisa looked up at us and smiled. She’d seen us.

“Yes.” Lisa’s eyes darted back and forth between Ali and me. “Yes. I saw you. Both times.”

Silence filled the room. Ali looked over at me. I’m pretty sure both our hearts skipped a beat.

“You’re not…”

“Upset with you? Good heavens, no.” Lisa took a step toward us shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” she said, hugging Ali. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Lisa said. “Think about it. The two of you obviously love one another. That’s easy to see. And you’re clearly attracted to one another. I mean, it would be hard not to be… attracted to one another, that is, and… in a setting like this, it’s usually feast or famine. The couple either has absolutely no chemistry, save maybe the man gets aroused just from being so close to the woman, or it’s the opposite, the couple, like the two of you, has a lot of chemistry and… and nature takes its course. I think we’d have to sedate the two of you to keep you from arousing one another.”

“So you don’t mind?”

“No. Not at all. In fact,” Lisa said, leaning against her counter, “I’m kind of flattered that you feel comfortable enough here to be so open. So many models have all these emotional layers that they hide behind; sometimes I have a hard time really seeing them, getting their essence. But not you two.

“The raw energy and sensuality and… sexuality the two of you have just sort of… oozes. It’s so… innocent, genuine. And pure. It gives me a lot to work with.”

Lisa pulled at her shirt, blowing down the front of it. Ali and I both looked at her. Lisa’s nipples were clearly outlined against the fabric.

“Do either of you mind if I pull this off? I’m still a little warm from outside.”

Ali and I both shook our heads and watched as Lisa pulled her shirt off. Her breasts Giresun Escort were a little larger than Ali’s, hanging a little heavier. Her nipples, areole included, were larger in diameter than Ali’s, less puffy and more like gum drops when erect, like they were now, as compared to Ali’s, which resembled pencil erasers when erect.

“I consider myself really fortunate to have you both as models,” she said. “And if you’re not bothered at all by my watching, I can promise I won’t be bothered by anything the two of you do together. All I ask is that you not compromise the pose I put you in. As long as you do that, if you so desire, you can pretend I’m not even here.”

Lisa smiled and walked across the floor to where she was set up to continue drawing. Ali followed her, and once again, I took advantage of the opportunity to watch the seductive sway and movement of my sister’s ass. She sat down on the edge of the set where Lisa was going to pose us. It was made up to resemble a bed on a platform, and was draped with random lengths of beige cloth.

“With any luck, I can capture that passion, lust and desire in my sketches,” Lisa said. “Okay. Give me just a couple of minutes to finish setting things up and we can get going again.”

Ali waved a hand in front of her face.

“I’m still hot from outside,” Ali said.

“You don’t want it too cold in here,” Lisa said. “Trust me, it would get uncomfortable fast.”

“I know,” Ali replied. She turned to look at me. “I just can’t stop sweating. It’s…”

She looked down and my eyes followed hers. Lines of perspiration were running down her chest, two of them zigzagging down her breasts to form rivulets at her nipples.

I leaned forward and latched on to one of her nipples and sucked at it, pulling the sweat onto my tongue.

“Tommy,…” Ali clutched at me.

“Huh?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just… that feels really good.”

I smiled, leaned down and drew the other nipple in between my lips. Ali sighed and gripped my shoulders tight.

“You’re being mean.”

“How is this being mean?” I asked as I suckled her again.

“Because I want you to make me cum. I need to cum. You do, too.”

My hand wandered down her body and slid in between her thighs. I slowly pressed into her with a finger, her sex warm and molten as she writhed against me.

“Like this?” I asked.

Ali shook her head with a ragged motion as she bit her lip and ground against my hand.

“I want you… to make me cum.”

I looked over at Lisa. She stood partially exposed behind an easel, quietly observing us. One hand held a tray with pencils; the other stroked gently at her breast.

I pressed my hand more firmly against Ali, and she moaned as she clutched my head to her breast, almost stumbling as she leaned against me, and all but falling onto the platform.

Lisa’s phone rang and we looked up startled. Lisa put down the tray and walked quickly to her phone, snatching it up, glancing quickly at it and then disappearing from view as she answered it.

“Hello, Charles.” She smiled as she brushed hair back from her face and leaned against the wall that now stood between her and her subjects.

“Hey, Lees. I was just calling to see how things are going.”

She spun away from the wall and stuck her head around the corner slowly. Tommy’s lips were once more latched onto Ali’s breast as he suckled her.

“Things are going really, really well,” she said.

A chuckle on the other end of the phone. “Can you clarify that for me?”

“Remember I told you I didn’t think them having sex in my studio was a one-time thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Tommy let me shave him this morning.”

“Both of them are bare?”

“Completely smooth,” Lisa said as she watched Tommy squeeze and suckle Ali’s other breast, and she smiled as Ali arched her back with pleasure. “And after we finished, he was hard as a rock. We started outside this morning, and while I was getting everything ready, they all but fucked on my patio, and when he came, she swallowed him.”

“Wow.”

Lisa giggled. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

A heavy breath into the phone was affirmation enough for her.

“And you’re wet,” the voice said.

“I am,” Lisa said, leaning back against the wall again and pressing a hand in between her thighs. “And I’m topless.”

“Getting naked with the models?”

“A little at a time.”

“Ali’s not jealous?”

“She doesn’t appear to be,” Lisa replied. “And I’m going to get some time alone with Tommy. He agreed to pose for me by himself.”

“To draw him or…”

“Yes. And maybe that, too,” she said as she leaned around the corner again.

I swirled my tongue around Ali’s nipple and slid my finger in and out of her pussy as she pulled my hand tighter against her sex and writhed against me.

“I want you inside me,” she said, reaching for my cock.

“Lisa’ll be back as soon as she gets off the phone…”

“I don’t care,” Ali said, spreading her legs wider and reaching for me. “I Giresun Escort Bayan don’t care if she sees us or not.”

My cock was throbbing, and my feeble argument was the last of my resistance as I climbed over her outstretched limb and hovered over her, my swollen penis aimed in between her legs.

“Ohgawd, yesss…” she sighed as the head of my cock dipped into her the opening of her molten pussy, and she grabbed at my ass, pulling me into her with both hands as she wrapped her legs around me.

“Fuck me…”

“I’m fucking you, Sis,” I said as I buried my cock in her pussy.

“Lees? Are you still there?”

Lisa stood there, one hand holding the phone to her ear while the other pressed against her pussy.

And there’d been no mistaking what she’d heard.

“Sis.”

She swallowed hard as she watched Tommy begin to thrust in and out of Ali’s sodden cunt, and she felt her own chest beginning to heave and her heart beginning to pound as Ali arched her back, responding to her… what was Tommy to her? Was he boyfriend or brother? Whatever their relationship, they were not strangers to each other’s bodies.

“Lees?”

Lisa bit her lip and slid a finger inside her own pussy as she hid behind the wall again. She needed a penis, wanted a penis inside her desperately. She closed her eyes and imagined for a moment that she was on her back with Tommy between her thighs; that he was fucking her, that his hairless balls were slapping against her.

“Yesss,… I’m still here,” she said.

“Ohmigod, Lees. Are you masturbating?”

“Uh-huh. And if you could see what I see, you would be, too,” she said.

They both knew that if Charles were here with her, neither of them would be masturbating; she’d have her hands pressed against the wall and he’d be behind her, his cock thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt.

“Are they…?”

Lisa smiled; she could hear the arousal in his voice.

“They’re fucking.” She stepped around the corner again.

Ali’s arms were wrapped around his neck; his face was buried against the side of her head, and she had her legs pulled up, her ankles locked around his back, and with each movement, Lisa could just make out his glistening penis as he paused before sliding it back into her.

“Ohhh… ohhh, Lees… that’s awesome…”

Lisa smiled; she could almost hear him unzipping his pants; she could almost see him pulling out his cock and beginning to stroke it.

“Do they know you’re watching?”

“I don’t think so,” she said, breathing in deep as her finger stroked in and out of her swollen sex again. “But I don’t think they care, either.”

“Ohhh… ohhh… Tommy… ohhh… Tommy, I’m cumming…”

Ali dug her fingers into my back as she clutched at me and I felt a sudden clamping pressure on the head of my cock.

“Ali…”

“Cum with me… ohgawd… cum with me, Tommy… cum in my pussy…”

It started at the head of my cock; an increasingly familiar sensation; and then my balls tightened up.

And then I couldn’t hold back.

“Unhh…” I grunted as I thrust into her, my cock erupting into my sister’s pussy, and then I was thrusting short and ragged, my body driven by instinct as I spewed semen into her womb, desperate to empty myself into her.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweating, our hearts racing.

“Ohmigod, that was incredible,” Lisa said, clenching her thighs together against her hand.

Silence on the other end of the phone connection was punctuated only by the sound of heavy breathing.

“This is what, the third time you’ve watched them? And still,…?”

“Charles.” Lisa grabbed up her shorts and walked back to her bedroom. “You know as well as I do that the most erotic thing to see is a couple having sex. And, yes, still. I’m telling you, with this pair, three times or thirty, it won’t make a difference. They’re both beautiful individually, but together… you need to see them for yourself. The drawings just don’t do them justice.”

Charles sighed into the phone. Time was one thing he just didn’t have a lot of.

“It’ll be a couple of weeks or so before I can come down,” he said. “I’ll call and let you know when I can get away.”

“Okay,” she said as she peered into the mirror. Her nipples were swollen and hard; her pussy lips were likewise swollen, red and glistening. She was so close.

“Be good, kid.”

“You, too,” she said, and they hung up.

Lisa dropped the phone on the edge of her dresser and flopped down onto her bed, one hand grabbing for her breast, the other going between her legs again.

It’s my turn, she thought to herself, and she quickly began taking herself to the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

Ali still clung to me, and our bodies were beginning to stick together.

I pushed up and looked down at her, and she slowly allowed her ankles to fall from my back. She slowly turned her head to the side, looking to where we’d last seen Lisa.

“Where did she go to?”

“I don’t have any idea,” Escort Giresun I replied as I rolled to the side.

Ali shifted on the bed and rolled toward me, and a moment later, our legs were intertwined, her head laid against my chest, and my cock, still oozing, trapped between us, painting her belly.

“I love you, Tommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, Sis,” I replied, whispering as I kissed the top of her head.

Fifteen minutes later, Lisa peered into the studio and saw them laying still. She’d opted to put on one of Charles’ oversized shirts that he’d left behind the last time he’d visited. She hadn’t washed it; she liked the way it smelled, and now, with the two bottom buttons fastened, it provided just a minimum of coverage while allowing her to feel connected and sexy all at the same time.

She walked slowly across the floor, smiling at the delightful, feminine curves of Ali’s body tangled up with Tommy.

She stepped up onto the platform, looking down at them; they didn’t move. They were asleep.

Lisa smiled and immediately stepped down, grabbed up a handful of pencils and a sketch pad.

This was not how she liked to work, but sometimes you had to go with what you had to work with. She stepped back onto the platform, laid the pencils out in front of her and balanced the sketchbook against her hip.

Perfect, she thought to herself. So natural, so…

She squinted, bent forward to look closer and her mouth dropped open.

Ohmigod, she thought as she watched semen trickle slowly from between Ali’s legs. Now if she could only capture the essence on paper…

We woke up about an hour later, with Lisa still standing over us, steadily drawing. As much as Ali had pretended she didn’t care if Lisa saw us or not, she seemed really embarrassed about being such a mess.

Lisa excused herself and allowed us to clean up, and when we came back, she told us she thought we’d done enough for the day.

Ali and I got dressed, and still clad only in her loose fitting shirt, Lisa walked us to the door.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

Ali nodded, reaching for my hand as Lisa reached for the door handle.

“Ali, I know you were a little uncomfortable when you woke up. A little embarrassed, maybe?”

Ali nodded and looked at me then back at Lisa.

“The position the two of you were in,” Lisa said, “was… it wasn’t the easiest to draw because of the angles, but I couldn’t have posed you better if I’d wanted to.

“I was wondering…”

She let her words trail off, gauging our reaction.

“I was wondering if you might be willing to let me draw you… while you’re… while you’re doing it.”

Ali gasped and she gripped my hand tighter.

“You want to draw us having sex?” I asked.

Lisa’s eyes darted between us and she nodded.

“The two of you are so natural together,” she said. “There are a lot of different poses we could use, many of them more artistic than erotic, and I can guarantee no one who ever sees them will recognize you unless you want me to draw them so they can.”

“You can sell drawings like that?” Ali asked and Lisa nodded.

“I have a client, actually my agent has a number of contacts who have a certain taste in nude portraits,” she said. “Some of them are women, and they have an affinity for well sculpted male nudes, especially certain parts of the male body. And others are men, or couples who like well formed women and couples. And some of the clients will pay a good deal of money for what they like to refer to as erotic portraits.”

“How much money?” I asked.

Lisa smiled.

“Let’s just say that depending on the amount of work you’re willing to do, you could find yourselves well on the way to college expenses being covered before the summer’s over with.”

“You’re kidding.” Ali’s mouth hung open and I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

Lisa shook her head.

“Go home and think about it,” she said, turning the door handle. “We can try a pose or two tomorrow and you can let me know what you decide.”

“Okay.” Ali looked like she was lost in a fog and I held her hand as we walked outside.

She laced her fingers in mine and held my hand all the way home.

Back at our apartment, Ali began stripping as soon as I’d closed the door. Our clothes became one pile there in the entry way, and when we were both naked, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I was sitting behind her in the tub and she was talking me through washing her hair. I’d never done that before; she said mom had told her stories about dad washing her hair when they’d first gotten married. After I’d rinsed Ali’s hair, she leaned back against me, pulling my hands to her breasts and sighing.

We finally let the water drain out, took a shower and decided to get something to eat.

I watched Ali slip on a pair of pink bikini panties, a short pair of denim shorts and a tank top. She turned to face me as she settled the top against her upper body, and there was no doubt she was braless beneath it. Her pert little breasts would be sure to draw every eye.

“Is this okay?”

“As long as you don’t mind me and everyone else staring.”

She grabbed my hand up in hers.

“Does that mean you’ll want to fuck me again when we get home?”

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Anal Trio Ch. 02

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Clara: 40, Melanie’s mother
Kathy: 38, Clara’s sister
Melanie: Clara’s daughter
Pilar: 25, Melanie’s lover

Pilar, Melanie’s Columbian lover, keeps her prick buried in the sexy bitch’s dripping, juicy gash after fucking her into a howling, earth-shattering climax. The evidence of their torrid love-making is in the sheen of sweat covering their bodies and the copious amount of female fluids matting their pubic areas and thighs. “Why do I always have to lie in the ‘wet spot’?” Melanie giggles, squirming beneath her dildo-strapped partner. “‘Cos yor tha beetch” Pilar retorts, stretching lazily.

“Yes, I am the bitch” Melanie hisses, lifting her head to capture Pilar’s lips in a hot, searching kiss.

At that moment Clara and Kathy stroll into the bedroom, back from their shopping trip.

“Didn’t you two get enough last night?” Kath grins, her eyes roving over the naked bodies of her niece and her lover, still connected at the groin by the man-made prick.

“Obviously not, and I’d wager that neither of you two sluts did either” Mel shoots back.

“What say I take on Pilar first this time ’round, Kath, then switch?” Clara suggests.

“Suits me” Kath agrees quickly, starting to strip. She’s wearing a light blue floral-print dress, with a lacy lavender bra and matching thong beneath, and sling-back pumps. Pilar pulls out of Mel’s swampy cunt with an audible “slurp” and knee-walks over to the edge of the king-sized bed, leaving Kath space to dive between her niece’s cum-slick thighs and start licking greedily at her open, steamy gash. Her tongue-tip dances delightfully on her throbbing clit and slick pussy lips, making the horny youngster grind her gash sexily against her aunt’s lapping oral digit.

Clara is squatting in Hatay Escort front of Pilar, eyeing the thick, sticky rubber staff jutting from her groin. “Yummy!” she quips, before wrapping her lips around the fat tip and letting the foot-long rodger slide down into her gullet. The lusty latina grabs a clump of the hair piled-atop the wanton slut’s head and pushes her hips forward; Clara’s throat opens like a drain and the cock-tip bumps against her voice box. By the time the last bit of her daughter’s delicious cuntal secretions are cleaned from the huge bitch-tamer Clara’s red lipstick is wiped-away as well and her own g-string is a soaking mess.

Kath has nibbled and licked and fingered Mel to another mini-climax. After rewarding her with a hot french-kiss, Mel puts-on her own strap-on and slides off the bed, approaching her mom from behind.

Her aunt, ever-helpful, assists by tugging Clara’s tight skirt over her hips, revealing the dark blue satin garter-belt she wears beneath. She doesn’t bother with lube; she thumbs-aside the thin strip of g-string material protecting her ass-hole: it is still gaping from the previous night’s activities, so the horny mother-fucker shafts-in with no preliminaries. After a few hard strokes, she withdraws and turns to her aunt, grinning wickedly. Kath leans down and takes the prick into her mouth without hesitating. They continue this routine for a few minutes, until Pilar puts a stop to it. She pulls-out of Clara’s aching throat and shoves her face-down on the bed, and is soon buried to the hilt in the massive-titted mother’s open back-door, her hips pounding relentlessly. Kath sinks onto her hands and knees with her niece right behind her, a big jar of Vaseline in hand. She stuffs a few jelly-slick fingers Hatay Escort Bayan into her nasty auntie’s rectum, and after a quick “finger-wave” (she’d taken quite a pounding last night from both Mel and Pilar and so doesn’t need much preparation) she is groaning as her heiny-hole is stretched painfully by the thick intruder. She does anal only occasionally, and so Mel doesn’t treat her nearly as roughly as she does her Mom. She begins with slow, easy thrusts, building-up her pace gradually until Kath is comfortable enough to hump back at her, timing it so that she pushes backward as Mel is sliding forward. The sexy aunt reaches down and strums her own swollen clit as her ass is stuffed full of rubber cock-meat.

Clara has been positioned on her side with Pilar digging full-force into the open pit of her nether-hole.

She is still fully dressed, though her clothes are in complete disarray as she and the younger woman rut like animals. Her blouse has been opened sometime during the hot coupling, and Pilar’s palms are full of her huge knockers, her fingers yanking and tugging at the thick, stubby nipples as she works-away ceaselessly at her task.

Clara is a pure “bottom”; she’s never worn a strap-on and frankly never wanted to. Her role is to provide orifices for Kath, Mel, and Pilar to plunder. Her fancy of all things anal was formed in her youth, when she and Kath were teenagers, sharing a bedroom. Kath is a top 95% of the time: she rarely is the one on the receiving-end of a dildo, in fact, Melanie and Pilar are the only women she allows to use a strap-on on her. She is not an anal fiend, except when fucking her older sister, and as stated before tolerates the anal attacks of her niece and her niece’s lover at their insistence. Escort Hatay

Melanie is dominant, except in her relationship with her Columbian mistress, who doesn’t require her to spread her cheeks very often. Pilar’s big cock is the only one she’s ever had in her pussy or ass.

Pilar, the hot-blooded latina, is a true dom: she is committed to the credo that it’s better to give than receive.

None of the women have sexual interests outside of their small group.

The foursome go through a brief session of Pilar and Melanie pulling-out of their respective partner’s ass and shoving their soiled strap-ons into the opposite woman’s mouth (Pilar gets a blow job from Kath, Mel from her mom). Kath nearly gags at the taste and smell (she doesn’t do this very often), but Clara is greedy in her sucking-off of Melanie’s tasty dong. Both women literally had the shit fucked out of them the night before, so the residue is minimal. It is more an act of submission than anything.

Pilar and Melanie change partners for the final ride home. They position the two sisters side by side and enter their gaping behinds, pumping hard and fast. Clara crams a pair of fingers into her sister’s sopping twat, and Kath returns the favor, so that the women jack each other off as their partners continue plowing their butt-holes with abandon. Mel has been obligated to take it easy on Aunt Kath; she feels no such need with her slutty mom. The pants and groans, cries and lust-filled urgings reach a crescendo as the savage, relentless butt-fucking combined with the constant rubbing of the little hard rubber nubs on the inside of the harnesses send all four, collectively and in turns, into shuddering, sobbing, explosive climaxes.

A hot gout of fake cum showers the inside of Clara’s raw, blistered ass-walls after Mel reaches down and squeezes her “balls” hard, releasing the pre-heated “cum” inside into her mother/ass-slut’s quivering, squirming bowels. Kath gets a similar “hot-shot” from Pilar.

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An Incest Birthday Ch. 20

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I woke up at 8:07 to an empty bed, which was unusual for two reasons these last few weeks; one, I don’t get up that early normally, and two, due to all the stuff we’ve done in one day the last few weeks, getting up early last the last thing on either of our list, mine or Rita’s. I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes as I prepared to get ready for another “play date” with the Ashley’s.

Three weeks have passed since we found out we had to hang out with Ashley, and what a three weeks they turned out to be. It took us some serious convincing on our part, but we managed to persuade Stephanie and Chris to come with us when we went to hang with Ashley and her friends, much to their dismay, and our relief. The prospect of no contact for three weeks was the nail in the coffin, but we were still in their favor for even agreeing. Speaking of no contact, due to Ashley’s sexist and strictly stupid schedule Rita and I didn’t get any alone time for that entire first week, the last being when we ganged up on Aunt Lisa (which according to mom we almost got caught by did twice). It was too risky to try anything again with dad there so we didn’t do anything, but true to her word, the second dad was out of the house unexpectedly that second week, Rita was raping me, literally, she was the one fucking me, but I didn’t care one bit.

The next two weeks slowed down a little from the first week, but it was still occupied by her schedule, every single day. Surprisingly though, it wasn’t all bad. The girls got to enjoy all the girly stuff they didn’t get to do often, like the manicures and pedicures, shopping without a limit, relaxing in a spa, things like that, and it was nice to see them happy. There was only one day that Chris and I were able to fully enjoy, and that was fat Tuesday. Nothing but candy, fast food, pizza, chocolate, pop, chips, and whatever else fattening we could get for the whole day we had it, and afterwards none of us could move from the spot we were in, so we always ended up spending the night over Ashley’s that day, but it was well worth it. We also came to a kind of truce with the “Ashley’s.” It took some real patience and a lot of biting our tongue, but as the weeks went we all began to tolerate each other, even started being nice. Don’t know how long it’ll last, but at least for now it was there. As fun (yeah, I actually said that) as these last few weeks have been, though, Rita and I wanted a break for just us, a day where we could just stay at home and be in each other’s company, but it’s hard to get that when no one can know about our relationship. We had to hope that maybe Ashley wanted a day to herself to kick back and do nothing, a day where she didn’t wanna be bothered by anyone. That hope was shattered as fast as it formed when my phone rang from the nightstand, the unmistakable ringtone guaranteed it wasn’t a random person, but it was Ashley, fuck.

“Hello,” I drudged out, pretending to be woken from my sleep.

“Cedar Point! My treat! Get up, get dressed, and get over here with everyone ASAP!”

“I just woke up Ashley I need…”

“Come on you’re wasting time! I wanna get there when it opens! Lots of rides to ride!”

“Ok well you gotta get off the phone so I can get ready.”

“Hurry up! Lots to do, millennium forces to ride! And bring swimsuits!”

She hung up and I got out of bed and drudged to the bathroom, wiping the rest of the sleep from my eyes. After I did my morning ritual I went back to our room and called up Chris to let him know of the days plans.

“Hello?” Chris said as I undoubtedly woke him from his sleep.

“Hey man, were going to Cedar Point today, get dressed and get to Ashleys asap.”

“Wait what? Cedar Point? I don’t have a lot of money left; she made me use it all.”

“She’s paying for it.”

“Really? For all of us? Well that changes everything,” he said springing awake.

“We gotta get over there pretty much now though.”

“That’s cool. Need to take a shower and stuff but ok.”

“Alright see you at Ashley’s.”

I hung up the phone and sat for a minute. Even though we were going with Ashley and her group of followers, I was kinda excited to go to Cedar Point, not to mention they actually cooled off on their bitchy attitudes a little, which made it a little easier to put up with them. I grabbed up my towel and my phone and headed to the shower just as Rita was going to the room.

“Ashley’s taking up to Cedar Point, she wants to get there when it opens.”

“Yeah I just got off the phone with her. Is it me or are you more excited than usual?”

“Hey it’s Cedar Point! I’ll deal with them another day for that, plus we can ditch them.”

“Yeah we could, I didn’t even think of that!”

“Ok well I’m getting in the shower; I’ll be out in a second.”

“Want some company?” Rita grinned.

“Dads here…”

“Didn’t stop us last night…”

“And he’s awake.”

“Ok if you don’t wanna shower with me then I’ll…”

“Ok, we gotta be quiet though, if someone comes to the door I’ll Giresun Escort say I’m shaving or something.”

“Randy you don’t even have a razor!”

“Yeah whatever come on!”

We snuck into the bathroom together and turned on the shower. I locked the door and climbed in to see Rita had already started soaping herself up in the back of the shower. I got in front of her and sat under the water for a second, letting it wake me up. Rita grabbed her loofa and soaped me up too, then stretched her soapy hands reach around me to get my front, and when she found my cock, she seemed all too happy to start stroking it.

“I knew you had ulterior motives! We don’t have enough time, not even for a quickie,” I said.

She pouted like a little girl who couldn’t get a pony. “Not even a little one?”

“Nope, we gotta get to Ashley’s with enough time to get to the place when it opens.”

“And since when did you start listening to Ashley so eagerly?”

“I figure its best to go along instead of argue with her, it saves a lot of headaches, plus it doesn’t hurt that we get into the best theme park in town free of charge.”

“That’s a shame, I was feeling really horny today too…”

I turned around and picked her up by her ass. “Ok maybe we have a little time.”

“That’s more like it.”

I went to kiss her at the very second my phone started to ring, guess who.

“Why did you even bring your phone in here?” Rita whined.

I shrugged as I dried off my hand and answered the phone. “Ashley I…”

“Is everyone on the way yet?”

“I’m in the shower right now! Can you hear the water?”

“What? Stop moving so slow!”

“Ashley you called me like five minutes ago…”

“Plenty time for a shower! Now come on, wash that little thing and get over here!”

She hung up and a stared at the phone before I sat it down, trying to hold in a laugh.

“What she say?”

“She said to wash my little thing and get over there with everyone.”

“Now she’s definitely waiting,” Rita said as she hopped back on me and guided my cock into her. “Uuugh god, little my ass! This thing stretches me out every time you put it inside me…”

She rested her head on my shoulder as I pulled her up and down in my cock, washing the soap off of her in the process. I had to keep shushing her to remind her of where we were, but you know Rita, once she has my cock inside her, almost nothing else matters.

“When was the last time we had sex in the shower?” Rita asked.

“I don’t remember, a couple months back I think, why?”

“I forgot how great it feels when you push into me when I’m under the hot water, I can’t tell if it’s the shower, or if I’m really wet.”

“Remember, quiet, we don’t wanna get caught having sex first thing in the morning.”

“Keep sliding that cock in me and I’ll cum in no time, I promise!”

She looked me in the eyes as she rode me in the shower, good thing we had a floor mat in there or we would’ve fell on our ass for sure. She hugged me tight as our skin started clapping together from our conjoined movement. She squeezed me tighter as her orgasm approached, right as someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey whose in there?” dad yelled from the other side of the door.

I started to put her down and say something, but she put her hand over my mouth. “Shhh, just don’t stop. ME DAD, I’M ALMOST FINISHED, JUST WASHING MY HAIR!”

“Ok honey, I gotta get in there too, leave me some hot water!”

“OK I’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!”

Imagine Rita, having a normal conversation with our dad, while her tits bounced in my face as she rode my cock under a hot steamy shower while trying her hardest not to moan. Yeah. I swear she doesn’t even try to be sexy, it just happens. She squeezed my neck again and let out labored breaths to stop from screaming, and when that didn’t work she bit my neck.

“Rita are you…”

“Yes, I’m cumming! Don’t move, just stand sti- oh my god!”

She held on to me for what seemed like minutes, and when I felt her body go limp, I pulled her off my cock and let her stand on her own legs, which didn’t quite work out. After just having an orgasm her legs were like jelly, so I sat her down on the tub floor and stood back up, my still hard cock pointing at her as she looked up at it.

“Give me a second; I’m not done with that thing yet.”

“We don’t have time; I have to get out of here before dad comes back.”

She sighed, but knew I was right. “Ok, I’ll be fine. As soon as my legs start working again I’ll be right behind you. Bring me a towel in here please.”

I gave her a kiss and made sure the coast was clear before grabbing my stuff and bolting to our room. I threw on some boxers and took a towel in the bathroom and walked back through our door just as mom was coming up the stairs. I kept walking to avoid any more delays and closed the door to finish getting dressed, only for Ashley to call for the third time in half an hour.

“Yeah Ashley…”

“Are Giresun Escort Bayan you on the way?”

“I’m getting dressed.”

“What? How are you not ready yet?”

“Because you keep calling me! I can’t do stuff when I have to keep answering the phone!”

“If we’re late Randy…”

“It’s only a forty five minute drive from here at most, it’s not even nine o’clock yet.”

“If you’re not here at 9:15 exactly…”

“Is anyone else even there?”

“My friends are. Waiting on you two and Stephanie and Chris, bunch of slowpokes…”

“We’re leaving in no more than ten minutes.”

“Hurry up…”

We hung up just as Rita came through the door in the towel using the hair straightener thing. “That was Ashley again? What is it with her today?”

“Apparently she really likes amusement parks, they’re waiting on us.”

“No time for breakfast?” Rita asked as she started getting dressed.

“We can stop by Burger King on the way.”

I threw on some khaki shorts and a white ac/dc t-shirt and Rita put on Capri shorts and a hello kitty shirt with flip flops. It was 8:51 when we finished getting dressed and headed out the door yelling goodbye to everyone. With our stomachs growling, we pulled into Burger King and grabbed a couple croissants and smashed them on the way to Ashley’s, not even bothering to talk. We pulled up just as Stephanie and Chris did to see “The Ashley’s” all waiting on the porch.

“9:09, cutting it really close, I almost called you again,” Ashley said as we walked up.

“Please don’t, you called me enough for one day,” I responded.

“Well ok, let’s go. I hope you all ate because we’re going straight there. Randy, I hope you know how to get there because you get to drive,” she said as she handed me the keys.

I didn’t know whether to be happy I got to drive her Cadillac or pissed because I had to drive the Cadillac the whole trip there, no one wants to be the one to drive, that’s why she dumped it on me. I let it go and got in the driver’s seat, planning to take it out on the truck. Chris jumped shotgun and the rest of the girls piled in the seats in the back. I did kinda know how to get there, but I wanted to be sure, so after messing with the gps for a while I got or destination programmed in and we were off.

We weren’t on the road for five minutes before all the gossip started. Becky, Carina, and Dana sat in the row behind us and Rita, Steph, and Ashley sat in the one behind them, with Ashley in the middle. They would whisper for a few seconds then burst out in laughter as only girls know how to do; I’d been glancing in the rear view mirror watching for about ten minutes before they finally caught me.

“Hey eyes on the road, this is girl talk!” Carina yelled.

“It’s everybody talk with how loud you guys are,” I retaliated.

“Back seat only, just make sure we don’t die on the way there.”

“I feel like a damn chauffer, without the getting paid part,” I complained.

“You’re going to Cedar Point, that’s payment enough. Now get us there safely driver, and put on your hat,” Becky said throwing a cowgirl hat at me which everyone thought was hysterical.

“Don’t sweat it man, at least no one’s jumping down anyone’s throat,” Chris said.

“Yeah true. I’m not driving back I tell you that much, I’ll catch the bus before I do.”

“They’ll probably have me drive back then so they can go to sleep, and if I say no then I’m their new favorite target, no offense.”

“Cool. Well you have fun with that, at least they’ll be tired when you drive, I got them all loud and hyper, come on twenty more minutes, hurry up and get here.”

I zoned out and focused on the gps and the rest of the ride there. While the twenty minutes didn’t go by quickly, it did go by, and before I knew it, we were pulling in the parking lot. Ashley gave me the money to pay and we got a rather good parking spot close to the entrance. I checked the time, 9:52, just enough time to walk to the gate, pay, and get in. I looked at Ashley and pointed to the time to rub it in, and she responded with a mock pat on the back. Whatever, I won, it was a small victory yeah, but against Ashley I’ll take it. We got out of the truck and headed for the entrance when Ashley stopped us so she could get a quick word in.

“Ok everyone listen up, we’re gonna stay together as a group except for bathrooms and stuff, we’re gonna eat together, and most important, we’re gonna ride all the roller coasters, ALL THE ROLLER COASTERS! None of that “I’m scared” crap, we go on everything.” She looked at me as I was laughing to myself. “What Randy, you scared of roller coasters or something?”

“No, I actually agree with you. No point in coming if you’re scared to get on anything.”

I was laughing because I caught Becky and Dana’s face when Ashley said we were getting on everything, they’re scared of roller coasters, definitely the millennium force, I can tell, and with it being damn near right at the front I could bet that’s the first Escort Giresun ride we were getting on. They probably didn’t bet on being forced to go on anything, which made this day great before it even started, I can’t wait to see their faces when we get to the top of the hill.

“Ok everyone ok with that? Good. Let’s go!” Ashley said sprinting towards the entrance.

True to her word, Ashley paid for everyone to get in, and she bought line jumper passes for everyone, which aren’t cheap. She gave everyone a pass and as soon as we were into the park she said exactly what I knew she was gonna say.

“First ride millennium force everyone, let’s go!”

I knew it. They were scared holding each other’s hands the whole time we were walking to it. We got to the line and jumped to the front thanks to our passes and in about five minutes time we were watching the next cart roll up in front of us.

“Come on Ashley, do we have to get on this?” Becky pleaded.

“You heard what I said; everyone gets on everything, no exceptions!”

“Really though, the millennium force first? We can’t build up to it or something? Start with something smaller like Blue Streak?” Dana followed.

“How do you go from Millennium Force to Blue Streak? Scaredy cats,” Chris teased.

“No, were already in line, we’re going on it! And since you two wanna be babies after I already said we have to go on everything, you get to ride in the first cart.”

The green light came on just as Ashley finished her sentence and we all got in the carts behind the first one so they didn’t have a choice. They stood there scared, and also holding up the line, which is what they probably were planning to do.

“You two, are you in or out?” the ride operator asked.

“They’re in, come on, get in the cart or go wait in the car,” Ashley said as she got locked in.

Both girls paused then slowly climbed in the front cart as the operator locked them in. Rita and I were sitting directly behind them and we saw they had a death grip on the bar; I would be lying if I said I didn’t love this. The operator gave his speech and before we knew it, we were heading around the corner and up the hill.

“HEY, HOW YOU TWO DOING UP THERE!” Carina teased behind us.

“Shut up Carina!” Becky retaliated a little agitated.

“HEY, WHATEVER YOU DO, LOOK DOWN!” Chris teased as we got to the top of the hill and rounded the corner.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Dana kept repeating.

“HERE COMES THE FUN PART!” Ashley yelled as the cart went over the edge and sped downhill.

Both Rita and I had our hands in the air screaming in joy, but Dana and Carina were locked on to the bar screaming as if they were getting killed. They held it all the way to the bottom and around the first turn, but they never took their hands off the bar.

“Seeeee, that waaasnt so baaaad,” I said with extreme wind hitting my face.

“Shut up Randy, just shut up!”

I couldn’t tell who said it because I was too busy laughing. As usual, the camera snuck up on us, but we probably had a good picture. We came to a stop shortly after, and it wasn’t until that moment that they finally took their hands off the bars.

“See? You didn’t have anything to be scared of you big babies!” Ashley teased as we got out.

“You’re a bitch for that, we could’ve had heart attacks!” Becky complained.

“You’ll live. Now that you did that one, the others will be a walk in the park, and then we go again!”

“No, were not going on it again!” Dana jumped in.

“Yes you are, we get on everything remember?”

“We already got on it, you didn’t say anything about repeats, so we’re done with this one!”

Ashley relented, knowing she lost on a technicality. “Fine you big babies. I’m buying the picture then. I know your faces are jacked up.”

We went to the TV screen and found our sections, and sure enough, their faces were jacked up. Their hair was wild in the wind with horror screams burned on their faces while the rest of us were all smiles, Ashley wasted no time buying the pictures. We got lockers near the front and put the pictures and bags in there so we wouldn’t have to carry them around, and I kept the keys on me since my shorts had zippers on the pockets, I wore those especially for today. We bound back in the park and headed to the Mantis which was next to the Millennium Force. Once again, thanks to our passes we jumped to the front of the line and were on it in no time. This coaster fared way better than the Force for Becky and Dana because it wasn’t nearly as high and we got to stand, so about time the pictures came around they looked like they were actually having fun. We went for the Maverick, Power Tower, and the Top Thrill Dragster in the next hour and a half or so, by then more people with line jumping passes were showing up so we didn’t get to get straight on like earlier, but it was still no more than a fifteen minute wait.

We got pictures for every ride that took one, all paid for by Ashley, most were Rita, Steph, Chris and I all in the same row so that made them all that much better. Over the last hour the sun had slowly come out, but in the last ten minutes it came out completely, increasing the temperature by at least twenty degrees. We were all starting to sweat a little.

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Anna Wants a Lesson

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Author’s Note:

This is another story of Anna and Kent. I will always suggest that you read the other stories of these two siblings, but it isn’t necessary to the understanding of this story. All individuals in this story are eighteen years of age or older. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

*****

It had been about a week since my little sister rather suddenly forced her virginity on me. Anna and I had never been close. I thought we hadn’t been, anyway. It’s kind of hard to claim we’re not close when we had sex so recently, but that was the last time we talked, and I didn’t even say anything.

My shift as grounds maintenance for the city government ran from 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Monday through Friday, and today was Friday. I was still very much in the whole fundamentalist religion thing. That was the way we were raised. I didn’t go to movies, or listen to popular music, or any music that had drums or electric guitars. I had myself been a virgin until Anna and I swapped virginity with each other.

Getting off work at 3:00 meant that I was getting home from work about the same time that Anna was getting out of school, so my Dad had suggested that I pick her up and bring her home on days she didn’t have cheerleader practice. I felt awkward now doing that, since my penis had been inside her, but she was still her surly, silent self while we were alone in the car, just like she had always been.

I went to my room like I always did, and my little sister went to hers, or the living room to watch tv, something. My little sister didn’t act like she remembered my penis inside her. I was thinking that she thought it was a dream, a very intense dream, but a dream nonetheless.

In my room, I was just laying on my back on the bed, legs off the end of the bed with my feet on the floor, hands clasped behind my head, considering masturbating to the memory of my little sister taking my load of cum inside her pussy. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and decided to wait until who I assumed was my little sister was done in the laundry room and went back upstairs before I started. I heard a very light tapping, three taps, on my door.

“Big brother?” It was my little sister, she never called me big brother. She barely used my name. “Can I come in? I want to talk to you for a minute.”

“Great!” I thought silently to myself. She wants to talk about ‘it’, what we did that night in the hotel with our parents asleep in the room with us. This is going to be awkward. Should I deny it happened, say she must have been dreaming? Should I apologize and promise it will never happen again? Should I pay her money to be quiet?

“OK, I’m decent” I called to her from my position on the bed. I didn’t sit up.

She poked just her head inside the partially opened door, and looked at me. Then she kind of smiled a little, stepped inside, dramatically spread her arms out as if anticipating a big hug from somebody and announce “Well, I’m not!”

Indeed, she was not decent. All of her clothing was in her hands, which she dropped immediately in a pile next to the door. She stood there looking like she had just won an Oscar for a few seconds, her cheeks flushed a slight pink, her eyes sparkling bright blue under her dark eyebrows and blonde hair. I could see goose bumps on her chest just above her little breasts as they raised and lowered a little more than normal with her slightly elevated breathing. Her nipples stood straight out from the small mounds of her breasts. “Want to play Captain Kirk again with me?”

She had growled “Captain Kirk” to me that night in the hotel with my parents in the room, just as she was impaling her hot, wet vagina on my penis, tearing through her hymen and removing her virginity and mine. I must have looked a little confused, because she explained “You’re about to ‘go where no man has gone before’, but someplace new this time.”

I had, of course, immediately sat up on the edge of the bed when she entered the room so dramatically, and so naked, and she had moved toward me as she was talking, and was now standing directly in front of me while I sat on the bed, her tender breasts just inches from my face.

“Teach me what to do with my mouth. I’ve never had a man in it before.”

For the current situation, I was close enough to a star ship captain, and more than happy to assume the Hatay Escort role. I grasped her wrists and guided her to kneel between my legs, and placed her hand on my already erect cock, which was uncomfortably trapped inside my pants. She felt it, kneaded it a little, then rubbed it, all through my pants, then looked up at me with that flush in her cheeks. She looked back at her trembling hands and fumbling, unsnapped and unzipped my pants.

At this point, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be masturbating today to memories of fucking my little sister.

I lifted my hips as she slid my pants and shorts down to my ankles, then lifted my feet as she took them completely off. Then she stood up, clutching my pants to her stomach and stepped back a step. Her breasts where heaving and she struggled to breath. She was staring at my erection. Surprise, hesitation, I don’t know exactly what her expression was.

“What’s wrong Anna?”

“I couldn’t see it very well in the dark, that night you let me use it to take away my virginity. I’m surprised that it fit, now that I see it in the light.” Her expression had changed. I could now see hunger in her eyes behind that almost childish face. I assumed it was how we were brought up, but she looked younger than her eighteen years standing there naked, staring at my rock hard penis.

Her head snapped up then, her eyes boring into mine. She looked a little angry. “Don’t ever call me by my name when we’re doing this. I’m Little Sister, you’re Big Brother when we’re playing with each other. Any other time I’m your normal little sister Anna and you’re my normal icky big brother Kent.”

“OK,” I gulped out.

Immediately her expression changed to that of a little girl who had just done something good and was being praised for it. She was cute when she smiled like that.

Before I could even blink, she stepped forward, the palms of her hands on my chest forcing me back into my reclining position on the bed with her straddling me. Her open mouth found mine and she forced her tongue inside. She was kissing me like she wanted to consume me, body and soul. I had never fantasized about kissing her; she was my little sister. My first thought was that I would never be able to use the excuse to dump a girl because kissing her felt like kissing my sister, because kissing my sister was definitely pretty great.

Her mouth tasted like cherry koolaide. Our first encounter she had been wearing a flannel nightgown, and I had not even seen her breasts, but they were now pressed hard against my chest. I could actually feel her nipples poking me. She was breathing hard, and her saliva was mixing with mine and dripping down my cheeks. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as we made out. Her pelvis was pressed against my erection and I could feel her hips starting to press down in a slow rhythm against me as I reached behind her and firmly grabbed her butt with each hand and squeezed. Her girlish skin was soft and her muscles were firm. I could feel them tense in my hands as a little squeal escaped from her mouth and between our lips. She wiggled and dug her fingernails into my chest just a little, but continued to devour my mouth with hers.

She released my mouth from hers and pushed herself part way up with her arms. I could feel my cock pushing into the length of her pussy lips and could feel the moisture and heat it was putting out. I reached for my penis to guide it inside her, but she slid away from me, down, off the bed into a squat between my feet. She was looking directly at my cock and balls, her cheeks, chin and lips slick with a mixture of our saliva.

I sat up, put my hands under her arms and lifted her up and toward me, her little breasts moving toward my face. My mouth found one of her rock hard nipples and sucked it into my mouth.

Her skin was so soft, and had a slight fragrance of perfume. I had not touched so much of it bare in my hands before today. She gasped as her back arched and her head went back, pressing her tit hard against my face. Each flick of my tongue produced a sharp inhalation from her throat. She had her hands on the back of my head, pulling me toward her. I alternated from one nipple to the other. As one would become completely rock hard, I would move to the other and kept them both erect.

Finally she forcefully pushed Hatay Escort Bayan herself away. Her hair was a wild looking mess, tears were streaming down her bright red cheeks. “Let me breath Big Brother, let me breath!”

It only took her a second to catch her breath. I guess that’s a benefit of being a cheerleader; they’re in such good cardio condition.

“I need you in my mouth. Teach me Big Brother.”

Putting one hand on each of her shoulders, I guided her back to a kneeling position between my legs, and I felt her body heat on my thighs as her velvet soft skin rubbed against me. She had her arms relaxed, an elbow on the inside of each of my calves, hands wrapped around my hard erection. She was staring intently at my cock, inches from her lips as I told her to hold it in one hand and lick it.

She was surprisingly obedient. That tongue felt fantastic on the head of my cock.

“Lick around the head, hold my balls with your other hand, not to tight, just rub them. Keep licking my cock, Little Sister, up and down and around the head.”

My god, this felt good. I was telling her what I thought would feel good, because I had never had oral sex before. She had never followed my instructions so well for anything else.

“Now kiss the tip. Move your lips over the head and keep licking.”

She took the tip in her mouth, working her tongue in circles around it.

“Let’s see how much you can get in your mouth.” She complied. “Up and down, the whole thing, then back out, put a little sucking on it. Little Sister, look at me while you do that.”

She tilted her head toward me and met my gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes big, and mouth full as she sucked up and down on my cock. This was the prettiest she had ever looked to me. I reached down with both hands and started rubbing on her little titties, feeling her hard, hard nipples against my palms. She started moaning again as she continued to work on my cock, alternating licking and sucking.

She was good at this! Picking up some speed, she would gag a little when I as was as deep in her throat as she could take me in, then back to the tip. She kept her eyes focused on my eyes and she had a shy little girl look on her face, but with a penis in her mouth.

I tried to stand up, but she leaned on me, keeping me sitting on the edge of the bed, still with that little girl look. Without letting my penis all the way out of her mouth, she mumbled “Don’t you like it? You want me to stop? Your dick seems to like it. You’re so hard. I like it when you throb.”

I told her I wanted her on the bed with me inside her again.

Then she sat straight up, looked down at my hard, red, wet penis, and whispered “You can’t put it in me today. It’s not the right time. There are only a few days a month that you can put it inside me, no matter how much I want you to.”

She bent her head back down, and guided my penis toward her mouth again. With her lips just barely brushing the tip, she turned her eyes to mine and whispered, “I want to taste what you’re going to be putting inside me anyway. I want you to orgasm in my mouth, Big Brother.”

I kind of laughed a little to myself at “orgasm in my mouth”, but I was happy to please.

“I love how your mouth feels on my dick, Little Sister, and I want you to taste my cum, but before that, I want us to learn something a little different, together. Come up on the bed with me.”

Her face told me she was confused, but like a good girl, she crawled up on the bed as I slid myself back and rested my head on the pillow. She was on all fours, and started to crawl between my legs. I stopped her. “Bring your soft little butt around here to me. Straddle my face.”

There was some fumbling and shifting around involved, but in a few short seconds we had the mechanics of it worked out, and she was straddling my chest, pressing her soft belly to my chest, her nipples were pressed firmly into my belly. One of her little hands was holding my cock as she stroked up and down the shaft and head with her mouth and she fondled my balls with her other hand.

As she had swung her long, slender leg across my face, I got my first real, up close view of her pussy. There was a soft, almost invisible tuft of hair directly above it, but her pussy itself was totally smooth. Her pussy was almost Escort Hatay porcelain white, brightening to bright pink around the inner edge of her lips. The lips seemed swollen, and her clit was protruding from the top of them. All I could think was that I wished I had my cock inside that beautiful piece of womanhood.

I was amazed at how much heat I could feel radiating from her pussy, even before my lips touched it. I could smell that scent of her like I had gotten that night in the hotel, but it was so much stronger now with my face against it. As my tongue pushed between her lips, her fluids gushed out and brought into my mouth a taste I had never imagined. I liked it. I could tell she did too from her gasp and the movement of her hips.

I licked the length of her pussy and she took my dick fully into her mouth. I ran my tongue over and around her clit as she swirled her tongue around the tip of me, holding it just inside her mouth. We soon fell into a rhythm, moving together, our bodies moving in rhythm with the other’s oral ministrations. I could feel a pressure in my balls as she massaged them and sucked my dick further and further into her throat. Her groans and moans as I sucked her clit between my lips indicated she was getting close too. I increased the speed to my lips and tongue. She matched my pace with her mouth and hands.

As I felt my insides contract and release, I heard a scream deep in her throat that told me she was cumming too. She had my penis fully engulfed in her mouth, lips sealed tightly around the base. She had both her hands underneath me, grabbing my butt and digging her nails into it, pulling hard toward her face as the muffled scream grew in her throat as my whole body jerked and spat cum into the back of her mouth and throat. I let out a loud groan, thrusting my hips toward her face as she ground her pussy hard against me.

The world stopped. The world disappeared, leaving only my face against her pussy and her mouth engulfing my penis. Time stopped, oxygen ceased to exist, and all I knew was this feeling of utter pleasure.

I slowly began to realize that the world had not actually ended when my penis made a wet plop as it fell from between her lips. She was completely limp, her full weight on me. I opened my eyes, and all I could see was a perfectly round little puckered hole between her soft, glowing bright white butt cheeks. Without even thinking, I reached up with my tongue and licked her hole, and she wiggled and giggled and mumbled almost imperceptibly something about giving me thirty minutes to stop that. Then she giggled again, and rolled sideways and back and somehow ended up with her face against my chest, her leg over mine and resting her knee on my now soft and sticky penis. The bottom of her foot felt cool against my hot inner thigh as it slowly caressed up and down from knee to groin.

“Mmm, Big Brother, you make me feel good.” She was running her fingernails across my chest and down my belly, and it felt really nice.

“Little Sister, you’re very good and deserve to feel good.”

After a few minutes of lying in each others’ arms, I looked down at her. Her eyes were almost closed and she had a little bit of a smile on her lips, along with a drop of my cum she had let escape.

“What happened to my cum?” I asked.

“What was I supposed to do with it? I swallowed it.”

“Well, you missed some. It’s still on your lips.”

At that, she stuck her tongue out and wiped all the way around her mouth and found the missing cum. She made a small production out of making sure to get it all in her mouth, then an exaggerated swallow, then opened her mouth wide and swirled her tongue around her mouth to prove it was swallowed.

“It tastes salty, but I like it. It’s fun, and when you were about to squirt I felt you tense up and then all of a sudden you were jerking and my mouth was full of it. I’ve had orgasms before, playing with myself to get them, but Big Brother, I’ve never had one like that. It was a-MAZING! Could you tell?”

“The scream coming from inside your chest was kind of a hint that you were having a good time, but you didn’t let that stop you from making sure you got me to cum in your mouth, Little Sister.”

She tilted her head up, looking into my eyes, and in a pleading voice said “I’ve never had so much fun playing with you before. Can we do it again? Now?” and rolled over on top of me, pressing her open mouth against mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth and grinding her pelvis against me. I felt the familiar sensation in my groin, and I didn’t need to say out loud “Yes, we can do it again. Now.”

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Aunt didn’t Think I Would

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My Aunt Paula was what you’d call a spinster, never having married, but I never knew why. She was slim, 5 feet 6 inches tall, with fair hair that started off straight then developed into curls at her neckline. She had scorching blue eyes, high cheekbones and full, sensuous lips.

Her hips were a little wide, but her rounded bum and shaped thighs in jeans could turn any man’s head. Smallish breasts, B-cups, sat above a tummy that had just enough flesh to make sure her hips were not bony.

And I lusted after her. At 22 years of age, I moved back into her town after living interstate. I hadn’t given her much thought recently, until I bumped into her in the pub. She’d been drinking, and I don’t think she saw me at first.

She was flirting with a couple of guys and it got out of hand. They tried to get their hands up her skirt while she stood at the bar, I went over and showed them the error of their ways by giving them both split lips. Then Paula realised who I was.

“Oh Davey. Um, thanks babe. None of these other bastards were going to help.”

“Wanna get home, Paula?”

“That’s Aunt Paula, young man!”

“Piss off, I haven’t called you ‘aunt’ in years. And this ‘young man’ just scraped knuckles for you!”

“Yeah, fair point. OK, take me home, please?”

I’d only had one beer so I drove her to her fifth-floor flat. On the way I couldn’t help noticing that her white skirt had drifted way up her thighs – so far that another two inches would have showed me what colour panties she wore. The occasional sideways glance proved she was still a very pretty woman at forty-four.

I went with her in the lift to make sure she got inside safely.

“Come in and have a drink. Tell me what you’ve been doing these few years…”

We talked a while, she didn’t drink much more but I had a few and after a while I was pretty loose.

Dave, you got a girlfriend?”

“Nobody regular. You got a man?”

“Hah! No. Nobody for ages. Can’t seem to find one that knows how to treat a woman like a woman.an.”

“Yeah, lots of blokes can’t treat a lady right.”

“No, not a lady. A woman. Get my meaning?”

“Oh, er yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?! Do you know how to treat a woman, Davey?”

She had always called me ‘Davey’ when she was teasing me. So I figured she was teasing me now. The drinks gave me courage.

“Yep. If only you knew, dear auntie, if only you knew!”

“Oooh, do you now?”

Sitting opposite me on the couch, her legs parted slightly. So slightly that I didn’t know if it was deliberate. But then, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d flashed me…

I took another sip of her fine whisky.

“Heck yes. After one night with me I have to leave town to avoid them!”

“Hah hah.” She looked at me over her glass as she took sip of her wine. I saw a flash of something in her eyes, as if she was weighing up where to go next. She made up her mind. Standing a little uncertainly, she walked over to my armchair and sat on my lap.

“So, little Davey. Do you still fancy your auntie?”

“Jeez, Paula. You’re a bit drunk and I…”

“Not that drunk. I still remember how you sneaked peeks at me.”

“Yeah, not sure how much I ‘sneaked a peek’ and how much you teased me.”

“Am I teasing you now?”

“You know what, I just might call your bluff.”

She laughed and got up off my lap. I figured it was the end of another tease until she stopped a few feet away, pulled her skirt up a little to show me her lovey rounded butt nestled in light blue satin panties.

“Like this, Davey?”

“Paula, any minute now you’re gonna have to put up or shut up.”

I was smiling but my tone was serious. My aunt had got me horny without even trying. She bent slightly to show a little more of her butt and now a little of the strip of fabric between her lovely thighs:

“Tick tock, tick tock. Is that minute up yet?”

I hesitated. If she wasn’t a blood relative – my father’s sister – I’d have her in my arms by now. So I decided to test how far she would go.

“OK, look. Let’s just say you tease me and I react. If nothing happens you get a giggle but I go home frustrated and no doubt you’ll do it again next time. You always did. Or, if something did happen, later we’d regret it.”

“Why ‘regret’?”

“OK you fox, I’ll play your Kars Escort game. Because despite being one of the sexiest women I’ve known, and despite having fantasised about you a dozen times, YOU ARE MY DAD’S SISTER!”

“Oh, a dozen times huh? I’m flattered!”

“Paula, you always could get my blood boiling. Please, don’t tease me just because you can. You’ve had a bit to drink so maybe you went too far. OK?”

“OK Dave. No more teasing. Look, you’ve drunk almost half a bottle of my expensive Irish whisky. Don’t drive home, OK? Stay here.”

“Um, OK. Thanks. I’m just going to the loo, back in a sec. Let’s finish the bottle and talk shit for the rest of the night!”

I went to the bathroom and when I returned Paula had poured a very large whisky for me over a heap of ice, and a smaller one for herself.

For the next hour we talked about all kinds of rubbish, and by then I was pretty sloshed although my aunt seemed to have held her drink well.

I couldn’t stop my mind from returning to the image of her light blue panties flashing at me. Despite the whisky I had an erection. This time it was me that started the teasing.

“What would you have done if I’d called your bluff before?”

“I didn’t think you would. That’s why I kept it up.”

“Why did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Cos you never did. Not even at Andrew’s wedding. Remember?”

It flooded back. Paula was my first-ever tongue kiss, I was barely 18 at the time. It came about like this: At the wedding party, late in the evening after much boozing in the garden at the reception place, the traditional family raucous teasing and dares had been going for a while and getting naughtier all the time. It started, as usual, with such tried and tested laughter-generators as trying to drink standing on one leg, trying to lift fat Aunt Vera off her feet from behind (we all could, but she sooo loved getting felt up by all the family). Then my cousin Lynn dared Paula to give me “A lesson in hot kissing”, a dare she needed little persuasion to accept.

Auntie Paula playfully and exaggeratedly put one, then the other arm over my shoulders, pulled me slowly towards her, sexily hooked one leg around my thigh (wolf-whistles for that move), tilted her head up to meet mine and inclined it slightly, and pecked me briefly on the lips. We two smiled at our joke while the onlookers howled and booed.

Of course she wasn’t done. When she did it properly, I tasted her sweet lips with a hint of white wine in a full mouth-kiss, our tongues twirling, she biting my lower lip and showing me how to reciprocate. I learned everything I know about erotic kissing in those ten seconds.

When we separated to applause and raucous laughter, she noted the boner I had and mercifully allowed me to put my arms around her from beside and behind as if it were just a family hug, thus hiding it from gaze.

Attention in the festivities shifted to my cousin Jackie who was dared to lapdance for grandpa. He loved it of course, but the joke is that cousin Jackie is butch lesbian.

As we watched, Auntie Paula reached back and gave my trapped dick a long squeeze. I wasn’t expecting it and flinched, but she just giggled and moved away. I sat down to cover my embarrassing situation.

Now I quizzed her some more.

“At Andrew’s wedding I couldn’t have got anywhere with a stranger let alone my aunt.”

“Why not?”

“Would you have let me?”

“Maybe.”

OK, time to go for broke.

“Would you let me now?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh fuck it. My fault. I started it and you’re teasing me again. Because you know I won’t do anything about it. All right, you’ve had your fun. I’m gonna call a cab. I’ll get my car tomorrow.”

I stood to leave but Paula stood in front of me.

“No. Stay. The answer is yes, not maybe. Yes.”

“Prove you’re not teasing again. Strip naked. Or I’m leaving.”

My aunt Paula took three paces backwards, unzipped her skirt at the side and let it fall, kicking it away.

Those pale blue panties were on full display now, taking the shape of her most private lips. Next came the black blouse, one button at a time, till it too was crumpled on the floor.

Reaching behind herself, she unclipped the black sheer bra, held the cups to her breasts in one last moment of modesty, then bit her lower Kars Escort Bayan lip, smiling, as she tossed it aside.

And there they were, the tits I’d jerked off over many times. Round, still firm, capped with dark circles from which her nipples poked like the ends of pencils.

She wore only panties now. I covered the distance between us, took her in my arms, and kissed her full on the lips while I cupped her buttocks in both my hands.

She’d been my first passionate kiss, and the memory of that event came back to me as our tongues fenced, as our teeth bit lips, as our mouths sucked in each other’s lust.

Coming up for air, I bent to nibble at Paula’s nipples. She gasped loudly, holding my head in her hands. After a few moments I realised she was putting gentle pressure on my shoulders, so I took her lead and knelt before her. Being taller, my head was at her stomach height – my tongue was level with her navel. I poked it in there briefly then leaned backwards so my mouth was at the desired height.

My aunt made to take her panties off but I gestured for her not to. I knew she’d have been horny for a while and I wanted her scent.

As she shuffled forwards, I licked at the slit delineated in her panties, kissed and nibbled at it. The satin quickly became slick with fluids from both sides.

I was in erotic heaven. The scent of my aunt’s pussy was intoxicating; I wanted to drink her in through the fabric, but I also wanted to see the place that had been the object of desire years ago.

I pulled the panties aside and was rewarded with a smooth pussy, lips slightly parted and a little puffed with arousal, between which her wetness glistened invitingly.

She bent her knees to open herself to me and I buried my tongue inside her hot wet tunnel as far as I could.

“Oh fuck Davey. Mmmh. Sooo good!”

Licking her slit I learned she liked a flat tongue pressed against her clit and a finger gently probing inside. I kept this up for a few minutes to be rewarded with heavy breathing and increasing ripples in her thighs. Placing a hand on the back of my head, my horny aunt began to rub her pussy against my face as her pleasure increased.

“I want you inside me. I want to cum with you inside me. Mmm. Hurry…”

“No.”

“Come fuck me. I want your cock in me.”

“No. Come on my tongue.”

I went back to licking and probing, and Paula’s groans told me she’d accepted my wish. To take her over the edge, I put my thumb right up in her pussy and probed her arsehole with my index finger, never stopping my oral ministrations. She panted hard, thrusting herself on my face, as her thighs and tummy bucked and trembled in orgasm.

I held my place while she ground out her climax on me. I eagerly licked and swallowed at the flow of her juices while her climax washed through her until it was over and she collapsed backwards with her butt on the couch.

“Oh my god Davey! You were right! You DO know how to treat a woman.”

“Told you. The question is, do you know how to treat a man?”

“C’mere'” she said, “and get that pole out of your jeans”

As I dropped my jeans and shorts to my knees and moved towards her, she reached for my dick and guided it to her mouth. I stood between her spread legs, her pussy bare despite still having her panties on.

Her mouth on my throbbing cock was hot heaven. Gently bobbing back and forth, she sucked on the backstroke and loosened her lips for the forward bob. With one hand she stroked my balls, the other went to her pussy. I was glad she wasn’t done for the night, I still desperately wanted to fuck her.

After a few minutes of this exquisite pleasure, she took her mouth off my cock and spoke while stroking it: “You want to cum in my mouth? It’s OK if you do.”

“I want to fuck you. And cum in you.”

“That’s OK too. Let’s go to bed.”

She led me by the cock to her bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp, finally removed the now-damp pale blue panties before fully undressing me, then lay on the bed.

“Fuck me now, Dave? Please?”

She didn’t need the ‘please’.

I crawled between her splayed legs, lowered myself onto her, and kissed her. Her tits were crushed between us, my fingers and thumbs tweaking at her stiffened nipples, while we bit and nibbled at each other’s lips.

Her Escort Kars hand snaked between our bellies and parted her pussy for me.

“Here Davey. Here it is. Fuck me. At long last, you can fuck me.”

I made a slight adjustment to my position and then I felt the electric touch of her inner pussy lips on the head of my cock. I pushed firmly inside while my aunt pushed back with her hips. Many minutes of wanking had passed while I dreamed of this one second, and here it was. I was fucking my Auntie Paula. I was delighted at how tight her pussy was, clasping at my invading member like a child sucking on a lollipop. She began moaning right away.

“Mm. Mm. Mmh. Oh-my-fucking-god. Long and slow, like that, just like that. Mmmngh.”

Despite the amount I’d drank, I wasn’t going to last long. I felt her slick heat through every pore of my cock, my balls tightened after only a minute, and the base of my dick warmed in the early stages of an eruption. I told her. “I’m gonna cum real soon. You’re so tight and wet. Oungh. Oungh, FUCK! Aaawww!”

She grabbed my bum and pulled me hard up inside her as my dick twitched in its hot haven, the warmth at the base of my cock turned to raw heat, and I jettisoned spurt after spurt of my thick goo up inside my aunt’s gripping cunt while she bucked her hips up to receive it. My mind went blank. Only two things existed in the world: My ejaculating cock and my auntie’s hot wet cunt.

Many seconds later, as my senses returned and my heart beat like a drum in my chest, I became aware of Paula grinding up against my still-hard cock as she found a little orgasm for herself. I pushed hard to help her get there, gratified that I was able to stay hard long enough to be rewarded with her teeth gripping my shoulder as she squealed out a climax.

My exertions, the inevitable post-climax tiredness and the drink combined to lull me into unconsciousness just minutes after I’d withdrawn from my lovely aunt’s body. As I slept deeply, images of her sexy body flipped through my head. Her mouth, her tits, her round butt, but mostly her tight smooth pussy emblazoned a new presence in my mind.

In the early dawn, I was partly awake and partly still asleep when my prick decided to get up early. I lazily gripped it, not really wanking but more like enjoying it, when Paula stirred.

She’d put on a tee shirt in the night, but she was naked from the waist down. I could see her perfect butt in the dim light, so I stroked it while I stroked my erection.

She opened her eyes and saw what I was holding. Without hesitation, she smiled, scooted down the bed on all fours and took my cock into her mouth, all the way in, while I just lay back and wallowed in the ecstasy her mouth gave me.

Her backside was close, and I put a finger into her pussy while she sucked me. She was moist and warm in there, so I pulled her thigh towards me with that hand. She got the message, lifted her leg over my head, and gave me her pussy to lick while she sucked my cock.

Perhaps she too had been having erotic dreams all night, because she quickly began oozing wetness onto my face and chin. I drank it in. She stopped sucking to speak: “Now my confession. I know you dreamed of me. This is what I dreamed of. A sixty-nine with you. Your cock in my mouth, my pussy on yours…”

She worked her mouth on my cock with more vigour. Somehow I didn’t cum, but I was getting her closer with each lick and probe as was evidenced by her groans. It was an erotic sensation I’d never felt before, having my cock in a woman’s mouth while her throat rumbled and groaned in pleasure. It made me catch up.

Suddenly Paula’s hips froze. A few trickles of juice spurted from her pussy as she climaxed, covering my face with her musk, the resulting squealed moan she uttered with my cock against her throat pushed me there with her.

I splashed cum into her throat as she gagged and groaned in her own orgasm. She ground down onto my face so hard that my nose went in her arsehole. It was all sweat and pussy juice there anyway, and I was so turned on by her that I didn’t care.

And then it was all over except the panting.

Moments later she climbed off me and lay beside me, head on my chest, while she toyed lazily with my retreating cock.

“Davey, you’re staying here today. There’s so much I want to do with you. And to you.”

I chided her: “Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘Davey’?”

“No. Are you ever going to stop wanting me?”

“Hell no.”

“Good. We’ll figure out how to be discreet later. Hold me?”

I did. And I still do, whenever I can.

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Audrey’s Audition

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I had a recent visit from a niece and nephew I hadn’t seen in many years. It occurred to me that I didn’t know what to expect, and almost didn’t recognize them. That started the wheels turning…

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“Come in,” I called out, following the knock on my door. The slightly plump, middle-aged woman who stuck her head in the door knew exactly what we did here, and didn’t care one iota. Stella had been my assistant for years, and so long as the paychecks were good, she was a happy employee.

“Your first afternoon audition is here, Mr. Stewart,” Stella said. “Shall I send her in?”

“Um, yeah, sure Stella,” I nodded, putting down the camera I had been fiddling with. This job combined my two favourite things in the world; cameras, and beautiful women.

Maybe that should be three things. Yes. Expand the list to include fucking those beautiful women. With that in mind, I opened the drawer in my desk, and retrieved a blue, oblong pill, tossing it in my mouth. A drink of water completed the process. I was ready to proceed.

The door opened again, and in stepped a blonde well worthy of the designation ‘bombshell’. Tall, lean and decidedly top-heavy, she was also quite pretty. I hoped she was willing to audition in the same manner as so many other girls had been. I was eager to sample that body.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m a porn producer, or pornographer, or whatever you want to call it. In the age of digital photography and the Internet, there were hundreds of others like me, happy to provide sex of the digital variety to the masses for a small monthly fee. It was a very lucrative business, and there was no shortage of girls who were willing to perform for the camera, combining their sexual appetite and source of income. Depending on who you talked to, we were all either slightly below… or slightly above… pimps and prostitutes. Either way, I didn’t care.

The blonde took a seat, looking quite nervous, but not enough to leave. I looked at her bio.

“Seneca Avion. Nice name. Is it real?” I asked.

“Does that really matter?” she asked back.

“Not really, no. Almost no one in this business uses their real name, so don’t sweat it,” I told her. “If you do end up working for us, we will need your real name for our records. Social, birthdate, all that legal stuff. Gotta put a name on the paycheck, you know?”

“Of course,” she nodded.

“Local girl?” I asked, probing deeper.

“No. Back east,” she smiled, relaxing a bit more.

“Age?”

“Twenty,” she answered.

“Tell me about yourself. Why do you want to be an actress of this sort?” I prodded, hoping she’d open-up a little more, and be herself.

“Okay, well, um… I’m five-foot seven, one hundred and twenty five pounds, 34DDD-23-36…” she offered, recapping the data on the paper in front of me. Her huge blue eyes wandered around the room, and she bit her plump lower lip, as if looking for the answer to the other question. “I like sex. I like sex, a lot. I guess I just figured this was as good a way as any to make a lot of money. I’m young, and might as well use it while I’ve got it.”

“Mmmmm hmmm,” I smiled, having heard it all before. Every girl in this business starts out like this. I like to fuck, so I get paid to do what I like. They don’t see the other end of it. Adult movies are still movies. There’s more to it than just showing up, dropping your panties, and letting some stud give you an orgasm. Lighting, camera angles, takes and retakes, and retakes, and retakes, and getting fucked for hours and hours every day you work. It becomes a job, no matter how much you want it to stay fun. There are a select few who can truly enjoy getting pounded by multiple guys every day, having their vaginas ravaged by huge, porn-cocks over and over. Those women have long, superstar careers, but give up their life in exchange.

I mean, how can you have a normal anything, when so many people recognize you after seeing you get fucked a thousand times? Even changing your name can only do so much.

“34DDD, huh?” I noted, looking directly at her chest. “Very nice. Natural? And no, that doesn’t matter either. There’s a market for boobs of all sizes and types, but bigger usually is better.”

“Good,” she giggled, jiggling her breasts slightly. “I’d hate to think I wasted my money. No, they’re not all natural, but they are mostly me. Just thought a little more fullness might be good. Would you like to see them?”

My, my, she is relaxing, I thought. I usually need to ask at least once to get a girl to show her tits. She must be proud of them.

“I’d love to,” I smiled.

This room… My ‘office’… was really quite small. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, a house we rented, and made available by the 2008 downturn in the real estate market. Foreclosed on by the bank, it had sat empty for years, until I offered to rent it. I guess they figured Kars Escort getting something for it was better than just paying taxes.

Anyway, it was a big house, with five bedrooms, so we had the ability to use different sets for our shoots. This room, being the smallest, became mine, and held only my desk, a few shelves, and a small leather couch.

My casting couch, if you will, and that’s where Seneca was sitting, looking very good. She was dressed to show off her attributes. Smart girl. Shorts that could have been painted on hugged her hips, showing off both her long, smooth legs, and flat, smooth midsection.

But, we’d get to that part of her body later. Right now, I was focused on her chest.

She was wearing a cropped t-shirt, which her breasts stretched tight, letting the bottom hang loose below her bust. It was a sexy, peek-a-boo look, but also easy to remove. She simply grabbed the lower edge, and peeled it upward over her head, tossing it aside. That left only her bra, which was quite nice, in its own right, a lacey number that was filled to capacity by her big, round tits.

Without further ado, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall in her lap.

I was rendered speechless. In this room, and the others in the house, I had seen hundreds of pairs of breasts. Small ones, big ones, real ones, fake ones, and even huge ones of both varieties; Asian, Black, Caucasian, and every other ethnic blend. I’m not saying Seneca had the nicest tits I’d seen, but they were good.

Okay, they were really, really good. One might say damn near perfect. Very full, and round, yet with a natural shape to them, and just enough sag to hide the augmentation. Tits like Ava Addams, or Jayden James, both of whom had been in this house to do some work. Unfortunately, stars like that don’t have to audition, so I didn’t get to sample them. I merely drooled over them like everyone else.

This busty vixen, on the other hand, I was definitely going to try out.

“Very nice, Seneca,” I nodded, when my power of speech returned. “Can you give me a little bounce?”

“Sure,” she giggled, and shook her shoulders. Then she did a vertical move, raising up before dropping her cute butt on the couch. Her breasts moved like jello, jiggling, bouncing, wobbling, swaying… all the moves the camera loves. “How’s that?”

“Very good,” I nodded again, feeling my dick begin to swell. I picked up the camera from my desk and took a few shots of her sitting there topless. She didn’t even flinch, obviously comfortable showing herself.

“Would you mind removing your shorts, as well?” I asked.

“No problem,” she smiled, quickly standing and dropping them down her legs. She wore no panties, and after kicking away the shorts, she remained standing in her high-heeled sandals. She did a slow turn, letting my eyes roam her body, which was lean, smooth, and flawless. A small tuft of pubic curls was all that remained on her sex.

“No tattoos?” I observed, and she shook her head. “Most girls have at least one, nowadays. Some have more ink than a biker gang. I find it a bit distracting. It’s refreshing to see a girl who’s not hiding behind that shit.”

“Thank you,” Seneca smiled, still standing naked before me.

I took a few more pictures of her. Clearly, she had self-confidence. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time she’d been naked in front of a man. Clearly, she knew what had to be running through my mind.

“Seneca, you know what’s entailed in working for us, yes?” I asked.

“Yes, of course,” she smiled. “I have sex, on camera, with men. Women, too, if need be. I’ve done it before.”

“That may be oversimplifying it, but yes, that’s right. You’re comfortable with that? Oral? Multiple guys? Anal? Some of our guys are pretty big. Can you handle that?”

“Well,” Seneca giggled, “I’ve sucked more than a few dicks, and had a few threesomes. As far as anal goes, I don’t know if ‘comfortable’ is the word, but I’ve done it, and enjoy it. And big dicks are my favourite.”

“Okay then,” I shrugged. “I suppose there’s nothing left but the screen test.”

“Mmmmmm,” she smiled.

I picked up the tiny video camera from the desk, and put its strap around my head, pushing the button to power it up. I rolled my chair back, making room for her to perform.

“Seneca Avion audition, take one,” I nodded, gesturing to my crotch. “Blowjob. At your convenience, Seneca.”

This was, of course, a logical part of the process. If a girl wanted to become a porn actress, then I needed to see her in action. I needed to know if she was any good.

I needed to be convinced.

Most young prospects simply dropped to their knees, and did their best to make their case. A few decided they didn’t want it that badly, and left. Seneca had obviously thought this through, and was ready to perform for my camera. She looked up at me, and smiled.

“Before I begin,” Kars Escort Bayan she said softly, “I’d just like to say that you look silly with that thing on your head, but I’ll ignore it. Do you prefer your blowjobs wet and sloppy, or neat?”

“It’s your audition, honey,” I laughed. “Your choice.”

“Mmmmmm. My choice,” she moaned, rubbing her face against the bulge of my erection. Her blue eyes looked deep into mine. “Feels like a nice cock. Very thick, and big.”

“Why don’t you get it out, and check?” I suggested.

Seneca didn’t reply. Instead, she simply unzipped my pants, and reached in, coming out with a handful of stiff meat. She sniffed my flesh, and patted the head against her cheek.

“Just as I thought,” she whispered. “Long, and thick. You don’t mind if I cut the dialogue, and get right to it, do you?”

“No script for this scene,” I smiled. “You do it your way.”

I looked down again watching her hand slowly pump my cock, while she stared up at me. Her eyes were huge, made more so by her skillful application of makeup, and there was an innocence about them. Wide-eyed, almost childlike, but in complete opposition to her body, which was clearly built for pleasure. Still, there was something about those eyes. I was trying to decide if they were familiar, or if it was just the hundreds of other girls who had sucked my cock in audition that were blurring together… when she kissed my dick, and swallowed it.

“Mmmmmm, that’s it,” I moaned, as her lips slid downward. I tried to keep my directorial comments to a minimum during these initial sessions, so I could evaluate the girl’s natural abilities, but, damn… I love my job! How many blowjobs are enough? Just a few more, that’s how many.

I had been lucky enough to be blown by so many women, of various colours, shapes, and sizes. While a few had failed to get me off, for whatever reason, most had given me the great pleasure of basting their tonsils with cum. I had a feeling Seneca was going to easily be in the latter category.

While the camera on my forehead recorded the scene for posterity, I simply sat back to enjoy her attention. She was good. She was real good. My dick is a little longer and thicker than your average bear, but she took it, no problem. Obviously not her first rodeo.

Despite her previous comment about ‘getting right to it”, Seneca took her time. She didn’t just use her mouth and bob her head furiously. She enjoyed the task. More than that, she made sure I enjoyed it, too, playing up to the camera and me. She didn’t hurry, trying to get it over with. Her style was slow, and teasing.

My kind of girl. If I wasn’t twenty-five years older than her, I might want to keep her for myself. Then again, why should age be an issue? Then again, again… maybe I should wait until that bridge appeared before I crossed it.

In the meantime, I was on the receiving end of some pretty impressive oral action. Perhaps she was just a precocious twenty years old, ahead of the curve in experience. Maybe she’d just been studying, watching some of her predecessors on tape give head, and choosing her favourite methods. Whatever the source of her skills, she wasn’t holding back.

Seneca held my cock in her right hand, palming my balls with her left while she stroked me smoothly. She was moaning softly, enjoying the warmth of my hard shaft against her skin, and would lick me from root to tip periodically, lubricating her hand for more manual pleasure. She sucked my balls, and ran her tongue under them, across my perineum, before moving back up to suck the head, pulling it slowly deeper into her mouth. She was able to inhale a little more than half my length before I felt the resistance of her throat. What wouldn’t fit in her mouth was being caressed and squeezed lovingly by her hand.

Occasionally, she would shift her position slightly, tilting her head to let more of my rod slide deeper. She managed to take another inch or two, which felt incredible coupled with her tongue and hand action. With every passing second, Seneca Avion moved higher on my ‘best blowjob ever list’. She really was just that good.

Most of the time, these audition recordings were just for fun. We would occasionally view them again, and critique the talent. This one might actually get posted, though. Seneca was playing to the camera, and the POV nature of the shoot would make every guy who viewed it feel like she was sucking them, personally. I was living it, and it was good.

She had me deep in her mouth now, bobbing her head rhythmically. Every half dozen strokes or so, she would go full depth, then pull back. Her hands were busy, pulling and milking my cock, while she rested the head on her tongue. She moaned, and whispered filthy directives, all while staring straight into the camera’s single eye.

“Mmmmm, yes, such a nice cock. I just love sucking a big, hard cock, until it shoots a load of hot, sticky cum for me to Escort Kars swallow. Do you like it? Does it feel good, my tongue on your balls, my mouth sucking you deep into my throat? Are you getting close to giving me a nice, gooey reward?”

This chick’s a natural, I thought, as she resumed her actions, now sucking harder, trying to get me off at last. It was working. I could feel the warm tingle beginning. She bobbed her head furiously, saliva dripping down over my balls.

“Gwockk! Gwockk! Gwockk! Gwockk! Gwockk!” I heard as she gagged herself on my shaft. “Come on, you fucker! Cum in my mouth! I want it! GWOCKK! GWOCKK! GWOCKK!”

“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, as my cock twitched, spewing gobs of semen into her mouth. She backed off, jerking my shaft eagerly, and milking every drop out my balls, into her sucking mouth. Once she had it all, she released me, and sat back, smiling for the camera.

Seneca opened her mouth wide, showing me the pool of my semen inside. She pushed her tongue forward, causing a small wave of pearly glop to drip over her lip. She caught it with her finger, then let it trickle back into her mouth. She closed her mouth again, and swallowed, moaning as the whole mess slid down her throat.

Finally, she opened wide again, showing an empty mouth to the camera.

“Delicious,” she grinned, licking her lips. “Now, let’s see if we can get you up again, so you can fuck me. I’d like to see how this big thing feels in my pussy.”

“Oh, shit, Seneca,” I moaned, as she drew my slightly softened noodle back into her mouth. The viagra had its effect, and before long she had a fully hard dick to suck. Satisfied I was ready, she rose to her feet, and moved back to the leather couch. She laid back, and spread her legs wide.

Other than that small triangular patch of fuzz above her clit, her pussy was as bald as a billiard ball. Bald, but dripping wet, and a stream of juice trickled out of her pussy as she pushed two fingers into herself. Her labia pouted open wide, swollen with arousal.

“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille,” she smiled, fingering herself deeper. The movement of her arm shook her breasts, adding fuel to my fire.

In seconds, I was kneeling between her thighs, with my cock pointing straight up her juicy snatch. I leaned in, spearing her in one smooth stroke, until her legs wrapped around me. I grabbed those big jugs in both hands, and began to rock my hips forward and back, sliding my penis in and out of her tight young pussy.

“Yes! That’s it! Fuck my cunt with that big dick!” she growled.

Part of me… the director portion… was making mental notes about my new starlet. Gives one helluva blowjob. Check. Obviously doesn’t mind spending money to get value, because these tits are among the best money can buy. I gave them a good squeeze, confirming that opinion. Oh yeah. Definitely top shelf surgery. Check. Looking down to where my cock was stretching her pouting labia wide, I added to the notes. Pussy, nice, tight and juicy. Check. Likes to fuck? Well, she’s vocal enough, so I’d say yes. Check.

“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard!” she demanded. Her blue eyes were wide open, looking sweet and innocent, in direct opposition to the clearly sexual design of her body, and the desire in her words. “Gimme that cock! I want more! I wanna cum!”

Yes, she was very good. While I hadn’t checked the footage yet, since I was still wearing the camera, I’d have to say she was a very photogenic fuck. That face, those tits, that body, and of course, the clutching, oozing cunt between her legs; all in one very enjoyable package, that didn’t just lay there when you fucked her, instead being an active and energetic participant.

I may be the director, but I can take suggestions, too. She wants more? She was going to get it. I had a good grip on her narrow, girlish waist, and was pounding her little pussy furiously, setting her big, beautiful tits dancing before my eyes. She had one hand busy on her clit, making the approaching orgasm a team effort. Her squeals of joy grew in volume.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit!” she screeched. “You’re making me cum!” Her free hand pushed me back, dislodging my cock, while the other hand strummed her clitoris faster. “GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! YESSSS!”

I see a lot of women in this job. I fuck most of them, too. Most are pretty good at sex, but a few are spectacular. Seneca Avion just qualified for the latter list, because…

While I looked down at her suddenly vacant pussy… she squirted! Not a trickle, or a gush, but a full on, genuine porn-star spray-job, which dampened me from navel to mid-thigh. Seneca screamed, and continued to rub her pussy, sending more fluids splashing across my skin.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” she smiled, closing her eyes and laying back. Her cunt twitched, spitting a final few drops, that trickled down the leather fascia of the couch. “God, I needed that.”

I plugged back into her socket, burying my cock balls-deep, and stroking into her slowly.

“Any more surprises for me, Seneca?” I chuckled, reaching up to tweak her nipples, which had stood up even taller during her orgasm.

“I think that’s about it,” she smiled, in a dreamy way. “So good.”

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Another Poke, Mom?

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I’m getting very good at satisfying my mother. I just fucked her for an hour, made her cum four times, and left her on her bed in a semi-conscious state. It occurred to me that how we got to this point in our relationship would make a good story, so here I sit at the computer with my glistening, still-twitching cock in my hand, trying to come up with a good opener. I’m a journalism student in college so writing my story will be an excellent way to practice grammar and composition. I need it.

It all started a little more than a year ago. I was home for the summer after my first year in college. At school, I shared a large house near the campus with five other male students. We agreed that we would be free to masturbate openly whenever we felt the urge. It wasn’t long before we were indulging in circle-jerks, competing in jack-off contests, and even helping each other out. I was jacking off, or getting jacked off, two or three times a day.

I awoke in my own bed that summer day with a serious case of morning wood. At school, I always started the day by jacking off, so I just naturally reached for my cock and began to stroke it. I knew that Mom was down in the kitchen making breakfast for Dad because I could smell bacon frying. My door did not have a lock, but I wasn’t concerned about my parents walking in on me because they always knocked first.

I played with my cock for thirty minutes before deciding to shoot a load. I pumped it hard and fast and soon got that wonderful feeling a man gets when he loses control. My cum shot two feet straight up in the air, and at that instant, as you have probably already guessed, Mom walked in and caught me. She just stood there gaping and watched me cum all over myself! When I was finished, she turned and left the room without saying a word.

The rush that I experienced as Mom watched me jack off was the best that I had ever had. I came even better than usual. I hadn’t had a chance to jack off in several days, so my balls had really been loaded! I had certainly proved my manhood to her. I lay there for a long time marinating in my own juices. When the adrenaline level in my system returned to normal, the inevitable shame welled up. A decent man would have at least tried to pull a sheet over himself, but I had just kept frigging like a monkey at the zoo. I cleaned up the mess, got dressed, waited for my father to go to work, and then went down to the kitchen to apologize to Mom.

Before I continue the story, I will describe my mother so you will better understand why I lusted after her. She was the most beautiful woman in our little town. When I was a small boy, I loved to be seen in public with her. Sometimes I thought my heart would burst with pride when I saw how the men fawned over her and how the jealous women glared at her behind her back. She had big tits that she flaunted with low-cut dresses. Below her narrow waist, a slightly-rounded belly gave her a voluptuous look. She had lovely legs, but, for some reason, she preferred to conceal them beneath slacks which were always very tight across her round ass.

She was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. When she saw me, she put the paper aside, smiled, and said in a cheerful voice, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I struggled to find the words that I needed for an apology. “Mom, I’m really sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t expect you to walk in on me.”

“I’m the one who should apologize. While you were away at school, I got out of the habit of knocking on your door. It’s normal for healthy men to masturbate, so I don’t see anything wrong with what you were doing. I was more shocked by your size. Of course, I knew you had a big penis, but, having never seen it erect, I didn’t realize just how big it really is.”

I poured a cup of coffee and planned what I would say next. “Well, Mom, I masturbate a lot at school and so do my roommates. We do it together, so I guess I have lost some of my inhibitions.””

She smiled. “Together? That sounds like fun.”

“It is fun, Mom. Oh, and we help each other out sometimes.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wished that I could take them back.

Mom frowned and furrowed her brow. “But you do like girls, don’t you, dear?”

“Oh, sure, Mom. I’m not gay.” She seemed relieved.

“Sit down, dear, there is something I need to tell you.” There was a long pause as she searched for the right words. “Your father and I haven’t had sex in years, so I masturbate, too. Now does that make you feel better?”

“If you aren’t having sex, why do you stay together, Mom?”

“It’s very complicated, dear, but trust me, there are some very good reasons. How big is your cock..er..penis, dear?” Wow, that one came right out of the blue! What should I say? “Well, one night my buddies and I all measured each other for fun, and mine measured ten inches. I guess that’s pretty big, isn’t it? My buddies don’t even come close. Is it a good thing or a bad thing to have Isparta Escort a big penis?”

“Oh, it’s a very, very good thing to have a big penis, son. How often do you masturbate?”

“Once or twice a day, and I usually get a handjob every day, too.”

“Well, if you are accustomed to getting handjobs, maybe I should help you out.”

That was the icebreaker. A few hours later, Mom told me to go to my room, take off all of my clothes, and lie on the bed. By the time she came into the room, my cock was as stiff as a bat. She pulled a chair up next to the bed and squirted hand lotion all over it before taking it in her hand. Instead of jacking me off quickly the way I expected her to do it, she played with it for a long time. She really knew what she was doing. It felt a lot better than the handjobs I had had from my buddies. They only jerked me off so that I would jerk them off. While she played with my dick, we carried on a rather bizarre conversation.

“Have you ever had intercourse, son?”

“No, I haven’t, Mom.” It was the truth.

“Ever had oral sex from anyone?”

“No, I haven’t, Mom.” That was also the truth.

“So my little boy is a virgin, huh?” With that, she really began to pump my dick hard. She was smiling and watching my cock intently. I got the distinct impression that she was trying not to blink lest she miss the first spurt.

“Oh, Mom, I can’t hold it back. I’M CUMMING! MOM, YOU’RE JACKING ME OFF. OH, MOM, DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP!” Mom actually giggled as my watery cum gushed out all over her hand. She kept pumping my dick almost painfully hard to keep my orgasm going. I arched my back and thrust my pulsating cock upward. I was writhing all over the bed. By the time I finished, I was balanced on my shoulders and feet with my ass a foot off of the bed. Mom went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. After drying her hand, she dried my chest and belly.

“Thanks, Mom, that felt wonderful,” I said.

“Thank you, son. I enjoyed it very much. I’m a little tired, so I’m going to take a nap.”

I waited awhile and then went to her room and listened through her door. I listened to her sigh and moan for awhile, then there was a sharp hiss as she came. By then, I had decided that I would be getting a lot more than hand jobs from her.

The next morning I awoke with Mom’s hand around my woody. She was sitting next to the bed wearing a terry-cloth robe. I have no idea how long she had played with me before I woke up. “Good morning, son. I have to toss you off very quickly this time because breakfast is already on the table and it is getting cold.” She leaned forward and dropped a mouthful of spit on my cock then she started jacking me very hard. I think she just wanted to see how quickly she could make me cum. It was a genuine quickie, lasting less than a minute.

I took a quick shower to wash off the spunk, then hurried down to the kitchen with only a towel draped around my neck. Mom was sipping coffee and eating a pastry. She flashed me a cheerful smile and looked me up and down. I was glad that I worked out to keep my body in good shape. I could tell that she was impressed. I ate my bacon and eggs with my right hand and toyed with my cock with my left. I made sure that Mom could see me playing with myself.

“My friend Laurie is always looking for horny young men with big cocks,” she said. “Maybe I should fix you up with her.” I remembered that Laurie was truly a babe. Her kids and I had been playmates. “Yeah, that would be great, Mom.” With the food out of the way, we chatted over our coffee. By this time, my cock was fully hard.

“OH, NO, HERE I CUM AGAIN!” I shouted, as I shot a load all over the linoleum floor. Mom watched with a bemused smile on her glossy lips. “I guess thinking about fucking Laurie caused that one. I’ll clean it up, Mom.”

“Oh, that’s all right, dear. I plan on mopping the floor later anyway. Shooting two such sizable loads so close together is quite an accomplishment. You certainly are virile. I read somewhere that men reach their sexual peak at eighteen but women don’t reach theirs for another twenty years. It looks like we are peaking out together.”

I spent the day looking up old friends. Dad took us out to a nice restaurant that evening. It was my last chance to spend any time with him. He left on a business trip the next morning and didn’t return until the end of the summer. I was very pleased because it gave me time to work on Mom without having to worry about him catching us.

The following night, she and I were sitting on the couch laughing at a comedy on TV. Referring to one of the female protagonists, I said, “That woman always makes my blood boil.” Then I casually pulled out my hard cock and started jacking. “You are insatiable!” Mom said with a laugh. “You must get it from my side of the family. Your father has the sex drive of a tree stump. Okay, get your clothes off.”

Mom retrieved her Isparta Escort Bayan hand-lotion and two pillows and returned to the couch. After arranging the pillows on each side of her, she told me to lie across them and her lap. She squirted the lotion on my cock and slowly began masturbating me. Playing with me would be more accurate. She tenderly jacked me through another sit-com, a one-hour drama, and the eleven o’clock news. Whenever she sensed that I might lose control, she moved her hand onto my balls to let my cock cool down. “Well, I’m about ready for bed,” she said, and with that she began pumping my dick. “This will make you cum harder,” she said, as she slid the index finger of her free hand up my ass. I managed to hold back for a minute or two before the spunk went flying. Mom had a satisfied smile on her face as she watched my third load of the day inundate my face, chest and belly.

I awoke the next morning with Mom’s hand on my wood. As she pumped it her robe fell open and her luscious titties spilled out. The pear-shaped orbs were capped with beautiful round nipples, a sight that caused my mouth to fill with saliva. I think that my first look at Mom’s naked tits was what set me off, and I started shooting. I scooped up a tit in my left hand and squeezed. Mom pulled my dick toward her and took my load all over her tits. She brushed my hand away and then casually smeared the dick juice all over her tits until they glistened like pastries. “Would you like scrambled eggs for breakfast, dear?” she asked as she admired her shiny tits in the mirror.

I made my next move the next evening. We were watching TV and I was once again lying naked across Mom’s lap having my dick manipulated. To make it more interesting, Mom had hitched up her skirt so that my bare ass was against her bare thighs. We were watching a movie on HBO when a simulated blowjob scene came on. The girl’s head was out of the picture, but it was clear what was happening. That was my lucky break. “I would so love to be that guy,” I said. “It must feel wonderful to have someone sucking on your penis.”

Mom smiled knowingly. “Would you put your mouth on my cock just so I can see what it’s like, Mom?” She giggled, a good sign. “What I’m doing is sinful enough. If I sucked your cock I would surely end up in Hell.” The insincere tone of her voice led me to believe that she would give in with just a little more coaxing. “Come on, Mom. Even the President said a blowjob isn’t sex.”

“All right, close your eyes. I don’t think it would be proper for you to watch. I’ll just give you a little so you will know how it feels.” I closed my eyes tightly and a moment later her soft, warm, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock. As she bobbed her head, waves of pleasure rippled through the bundles of nerves in the head and neck. I watched her through slitted eyelids, and when I noticed that her eyes were closed, I opened mine wide to satisfy the voyeur in me. I had often wondered what my beautiful mother would look like with a big cock in her mouth. That curiosity was now satisfied.

Maybe Mom just intended to give me a sample, but once she got started she couldn’t stop. There was no doubt in my mind that she had sucked plenty of dicks before, and that she loved doing it. I was pretty far along when she started, so I didn’t last long. I didn’t warn her that I was cumming for fear that she would take her mouth off. She gagged on the first surprise spurt, but handled the rest with ease. She kept her lips tight as she pulled off, then swallowed hard many times. She had done a very neat job. I couldn’t see a trace of joy juice on her lips or chin.

“Why don’t you go get me a soda to wash this stuff down, honey?” On rubbery legs, I went to the kitchen and poured a can of root beer over ice in a glass. After Mom had taken a couple of sips, she said, “Well, what do you think? Was it what you expected?”

“It was incredible, Mom. Thank you so much. I’ve never felt anything so good.”

“Well, I’m going to bed. Good night.” She headed for the bedroom, then stopped and turned. “Oh, son, a gentleman always warns a lady before he ejaculates in her mouth,” she chided. A few minutes later, I listened through her door to her soft masturbation moans.

After that, I could count on Mom for a blow job every day. A few days later, we were both naked and she was on her knees in front of me. At her suggestion, I was standing in front of my dressing mirror so I could watch from above and the side. She was also keen on seeing how she looked with my big dick in her mouth. Mom was especially horny that day and had a vibrator stuffed up her pussy. I probably could have fucked her then if I had tried, but I wanted that blow job. I paid heed to Mom’s admonition about giving warning, and the session ended with, “HERE COMES THE JUICE, MOM!”

One evening, I was going out to the movies with a few friends when Mom’s best girlfriend Laurie came by. She was dressed Escort Isparta to the nines for a night on the town with Mom. I am getting a hard-on just thinking about Laurie. She was one hot babe, almost as fine as Mom. I made a mental note to remind Mom that she had promised to fix me up with Laurie.

The movie was a stinker, and after fifteen minutes, I couldn’t take any more. I whispered goodbye to my friends and headed for home. As I approached my house on foot, I noticed that Laurie’s car was still in the driveway. I had suspected for some time that Mom and Laurie were more than just good friends. Slipping quietly in through the back door, I took off my shoes and tiptoed toward the livingroom. My heart thudded when I discovered that they weren’t there or in the kitchen. That meant that they had to be in a bedroom.

I listened outside Mom’s door and heard their moans drifting through. I pressed a glass to the wall of the adjoining room, whipped out my cock and jacked to the sounds of their lesbian lovemaking. Then it suddenly dawned on me that this was the perfect opportunity to take things to the next level.

After stripping down, I approached Mom’s room with my hard-on sticking out like the prow of a ship. I flung open the door and stepped inside. They were locked in a passionate sixty-nine with Mom on top. What a glorious sight it was! “I need some pussy and you two need some cock, so let’s get to it.” It suddenly occurred to me that what I was doing could get me banished from the house for good, but I felt compelled to take the risk.

Mom stared at me through glassy eyes. The lower half of her face was covered with Laurie’s pussy juice. Laurie pushed Mom off of her. “Oh, my God, you weren’t lying. He is hung like a horse.” The next thing I knew, I was on my back with two beautiful women licking and sucking my cock. Much too quickly, it went off like a fountain in their mouths, faces and hair.

Mom told me to watch and masturbate to get horny again. I sat next to the bed and stroked my dick as they fucked each other with a strap-on dildo. With their stirring performance as my inspiration, I soon whittled a good woody. Mom was fucking Laurie when I tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to my hard cock. “Yes, dear, I think she is ready for the real thing.” She rolled aside, guided my prong into her friend and gave me a playful slap on the ass to set me in motion.

I’m not sure it is possible for a man to describe his first fuck. The feel of that hot, wet, tight hole gripping your cock; the two soft tits crushed against your chest; the long sleek legs wrapped around your back. Overwhelmed by pleasure, I was nevertheless able to throw a manly fuck into Laurie, thanks to the blow job they had given me. Mom shouted encouragement. “GIVE IT TO THE BITCH, HONEY! GIVE IT TO HER GOOD!” And did I ever! I made that slut cum within a couple of minutes, then capped her second orgasm with my own.

Mom was reluctant to let me fuck her and had to be coaxed into it by Laurie and I. She finally agreed, but only on the condition that I wear a rubber. “When your father and I stopped fucking, I stopped taking the pill,” she explained. I ran to my room to retrieve the condom from my wallet. My hands were shaking so much that I couldn’t even tear the foil.

After giggling Laurie rolled the rubber onto my cock, Mom went to all fours and stuck her ass up. “It must be done doggy-style. If we were facing each other, I would be constantly reminded that my own son was fucking me. And maybe you had better pull out when you cum just to be on the safe side. Rubbers break sometimes.” Laurie briefly sucked my rubber-sheathed cock to wet it, then guided it into Mom’s pussy. The image of my big cock sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy, framed by the round, golden globes above, is burnt into my memory forever. Laurie pressed up against me and rubbed her tits and pussy against my backside. “Make up for the agony she suffered when you were born,” Laurie whispered. Before long, I had Mom all the way down and was lying on top of her with my hands underneath holding her tits. Her soft, cool ass felt wonderful against my belly. Laurie was on top humping her pussy against me like a bitch in heat. I bucked her off when I started to cum. As I pulled my cock out, she reached for the rubber and pulled it free. Her hot mouth closed over my cock just in time to catch the syrup.

Mom went back on birth control pills so I could fuck her without rubbers. The pills didn’t kick in for a couple of months, so, in the meantime, I continued to use rubbers combined with pull-outs. I will never forget how good it felt to shoot a load into her that first time.

For the rest of the summer, Mom and I sucked and fucked every day, frequently on the spur of the moment. We ran around naked most of the time. Mom made up for her long dry spell without man-sex, and, in the process, gave me a damn fine sex education. I did her doggy-style the first twenty times. Laurie and I eventually coaxed her into belly-bumping. I especially enjoyed having her on top of me because I could suck her big tits while she rode my cock. Every Sunday morning, Mom, Laurie and I went to church, then Laurie went home with us for Sunday dinner followed by a mind-boggling threesome.

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Angel of Daddy

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There was a voicemail from her mom on the phone. Charity ignored it as usual. It was usually bad news from her mother. She had too much to do at work and it was already after 5. She was just getting ready to start on her paperwork when she heard the front office door open. She hated being the stand-in receptionist, but she had the office closest to the front.

“Welcome to Skyline Engineering Services, can I help you?” she asked as she ran up to the front. When she saw the man, she stopped. He was a curious creature–young, lean, with longish blond hair, white-washed jeans, and white t-shirt. He looked like a teen heartthrob from the 80s.

Charity had had crushes on white stars just like all her classmates, even though she was black. This guy was cute, but he didn’t look like a typical client for a consulting firm. He must want to use the bathroom, she thought.

“I’m looking for Charity,” he said casually, adjusting his shoulder bag.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Jesse. I’m here to help you.”

“Help me what?” she asked, thinking of all the work she needed to get done. Was this a prank?

He frowned. “You haven’t talked to your dad yet?”

“Why would I?” she asked. She hardly ever called him. She had been out of his house for twenty years and was happy about it.

He rolled his eyes and took out his phone. “I’m early. Call your mom back.”

“What are you talking about?” She started backing away to go get her phone.

“Hey, calm down. Look, I’m an angel. I’m here to help you, once you realize you need help.”

“A what? Help with what?” She turned around, hoping he would disappear and she could go back to work. She went to her office to grab her phone. When she picked it up and turned around, he was there. She jumped. “How’d you get here?”

“I walked down the hall. You really should talk to your mom. Then you have to go see your dad, and then you’ll want me. OK?”

“You’re bossy for an angel” she said, dialing her mother. He didn’t answer, crossing his arms. She tried to avoid his blue eyes watching her while the phone rang. “Mom?”

“Hey, honey. Have you called your father?”

“No, why?”

“You really need to go see him.”

“Why?” It was frustrating to talk to either of her parents.

“I think he needs to tell you in person. Please just go see him. I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

“What?” It had to be serious if her mother was traveling from three hours away. She never came back to town unless someone died. Charity’s heart lurched, and she remembered the trauma of her grandmother’s death. She hated it when people died. She quickly called her father.

“Charity, how are you?” His voice was smooth and calm as usual.

“I’m fine. Just wondering why I’m supposed to call you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sick. Come on over and let’s talk about it.”

She hung up and looked into the intruder’s eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“You’ll find out, and you’ll want some kind of comfort. That’s why I’m here.”

“An angel? But you’re early?”

“Yeah, I didn’t read the schedule right,” he said, glancing at his phone again.

“Aren’t you supposed to be all-knowing?”

“I don’t know what I’m ‘supposed’ to be, but I don’t know anything that’s not told to me. I read Charity Williams, Daddy issues, and came on down.”

“I don’t have Daddy issues,” she said, getting her purse and turning off the light. “And you’re a terrible angel.”

“Suit yourself. See you when you get home.” She turned the light off on him and left. She peeked in her coworker’s office, but it was empty. Curious if the angel was still in her office, she looked around the door frame.

He was checking his phone, the light from the screen highlighting his blond hair. “I’ll let myself out,” he said without looking up. She grumbled and walked away.

Her heart was racing as she drove over to her father’s house. What was wrong with him? How serious was it? What did he want her to do about it? Charity tried to stay out of his life except for a monthly check-in, and usually those were spent talking about the game or movie on TV rather than life.

He usually asked, “Have you gotten a boyfriend yet?” The answer was always no. Sometimes with an added, “I don’t need one.” She didn’t like being single, but she hated the thought of a man making her fit into his life.

Her father was in his usual spot, the recliner in front of the TV. She sat in her spot, the couch beside him. That way they were both facing the TV and not each other. She looked at him this time, though, trying to see signs of illness. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“They recommended that I stop dialysis,” he said, still looking at the TV. He was a big black man, overweight with short gray hair. She remembered when he was young, strong, and active. “I have an infection. I only got a few weeks.”

“Can’t you take antibiotics?”

“I’m too weak, they said.”

“Aren’t you waiting to get a transplant or something?”

“It’s too late.” He rubbed his eyes. “They said I should make preparations. Your mom is coming over tomorrow. Hatay Escort She’s getting her lawyer to write a will for me. The one who did the divorce. I told them I want everything to go to you.”

“OK Dad, but…isn’t there anything they can do?”

He looked over at her. He had tears in his eyes. “What’s the point, baby? I don’t want to be tied to a machine the rest of my life. It’s bad enough sitting there four hours a day, three days a week. And who’s going to pay for that? The government?”

“You have your retirement, Dad.”

“Five years left,” he said, turning back to the TV. “With all the expenses, I could stay alive for five years. Might as well give it to you. Buy a new house or something.”

“I don’t need a new house,” she muttered. She felt herself tearing up as well. “Why didn’t they know sooner?”

“They didn’t read the tests right, they said. Missed something.” He shrugged.

“When did you find out?”

“This morning.”

“Have you called Aunt Marie?”

“She’s on her way. Your mom’s taking care of everything. Just try not to worry about it. I love you, Charity. You know that?”

Sometimes she doubted it, but she nodded anyway. “I love you too.”

She drove home in a daze. She thought she felt sad, but she also felt relief. A few weeks, and she wouldn’t have to avoid him. A few weeks, and she could stop being so angry at him. Of course, a little voice said in her head, in a few weeks, she could forgive him.

Jesse was sitting on her front porch, and she felt a flare of annoyance. He wasn’t helping much. “Why aren’t you in the house?”

He spread his hands. “I can’t walk through walls, just open doors.” He stood up to follow her in. “Did you get the news?”

“Yeah,” she said, sighing. She didn’t even want to take her shoes off. She just wanted to lay down and be alone.

“So what’s the deal with you and dad?” he asked, sitting on her couch. She sat beside him.

“Aren’t you supposed to know?”

“Yeah, they sent the file but I didn’t read it. Quicker to hear it. Besides, talking about it is good for you.”

She shook her head at him. “There’s nothing wrong with our relationship. I just would rather not be around him.”

“Why not? Did he touch you in the bad way?”

“No!” she said, shocked. “No, he was a nice guy, he just…he didn’t know how to take care of a teenage girl. He and Mom got divorced when I was 12, and I stayed with him. But he would go out with all these women, and have sex when he thought I was asleep. He always had a girlfriend, sometimes more than one.”

“Were you angry?”

“Yes. I wanted things to go back to normal.”

“Did you become the rebellious teenager? A lot of American children do that.”

“Not really. I did a lot of reading. I didn’t date many guys.”

“Oh.” He leaned back and nodded. “Right, so now that he’s dying, you have to come to terms with the fact that you were jealous of his relationships.”

“Where did you get that from?” she asked.

“Look at you. I don’t even have to read your file to know. Mid thirties, single, career woman in a technical field. You’re out to prove that you don’t need men, but the one person you want to know it is leaving the earth.”

“I don’t…” she thought about it. Did she need her dad? No, she had done everything to try to avoid needing him. Full scholarship to a college far away, good engineering job, her own house, her own car, everything. “I came back to town so I could keep an eye on him.”

“Guilty conscience. What is it, dialysis that he’s on?” She nodded. “Do you even know how he gets back and forth to the hospital?”

“He said he didn’t need me to take him.”

“Like father, like daughter then. But I’m not his angel, I’m yours.”

“Are you going to tell me to have a heart to heart conversation with my father before he dies?”

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything. I’ll just help you figure it out.”

She sighed again. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No. I’ll take a–what do you call it? Pop. They don’t have those the last place I went.”

“Where was that?” She couldn’t imagine a country without soda.

“You wouldn’t know it. A few galaxies over.”

“Oh,” she said. “Interesting.” She got up and walked to the kitchen. “Are you new at this?”

“Yeah, I just got out of school. This is only my second service assignment.”

“Really? What’s your degree in?”

“Temporal physics,” he said. She stared at him.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. We have a certain amount of community service to do each millennium, so here I am.”

Simple as that, she thought to herself. “What kind of job do you do normally?”

“Time stabilization.”

“Oh. So is time travel possible?”

“Of course.”

“Can we jump ahead so we don’t have to do this?”

“I don’t have the authorization,” he said. He took the glass offered to him, studied it, and drank it. “Yuck,” he said.

“I have milk and honey if you want,” she said sarcastically.

“No, thank you. They haven’t sent the timeline for tomorrow yet, Hatay Escort Bayan so is it ok if I stay here tonight?”

“You can sleep on the couch.”

Charity didn’t sleep well, trying to forget what she hated about father. His nonchalant attitude toward everything. It was fun when she was younger, but it got annoying when she had the serious concerns of a teenager. She remembered the way he used to answer the phone in his bedroom, and then come out with his jacket on.

“I’ll be back later,” he would say. “Go to bed before midnight.”

Every few months there would be a new woman over for dinner. Young, pretty, black more often than white. They wanted to hang out with Charity and have girl talk. All they got were angry glares.

There was one woman who lasted a few years: Sheila. She figured out the best way to get along with Charity was to ignore her, and Charity appreciated that. It was bad enough hearing them have sex in his bedroom. Charity hated it, but sometimes it made her horny. She did not date much, but eventually she figured out the cure: masturbation.

Her mother showed up the next morning around 10am. Charity took the day off, but still worked on a few things at home. Anything to keep her mind off her father. Jesse hung around the living room, checking his phone or watching TV. He gravitated toward the Discovery Channel. While watching a show about aliens in Egypt, he said, “They’ve got some of these things right.”

When her mother came in, she gave Charity a hug. “I’m so sorry, honey. Oh an angel,” she said, looking over at Jesse.

“You can see him?”

“Of course I can. I’m Baptist,” she said. Charity looked between her and Jesse, who shrugged.

“Forgot to adjust my invisibility settings.”

“Are you coming with us?” Charity asked.

“No, you won’t need me until lunchtime.”

She shook her head and looked back at her mom. Her mom said, “I have a plan already laid out.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Your father’s going to need a lot of care in the next few months. We need to make sure he’s going to be comfortable. I don’t want him surrounded by strangers in his last days.”

“Mom, why can’t they do something?” She felt herself tearing up again.

“You know how the system works, honey. They’re not going to do anything for a black man.”

“Mom!” They were middle class now, but both her parents had grown up in the same inner city neighborhood. Her dad was the first in his family to go to college. He never said anything about it, but her mom always had a chip on her shoulder about “the man.”

Her mom had papers and schedules, but Charity couldn’t focus on anything. She felt the same way when they went to see her father. The lawyer wanted to talk about beneficiaries and durable power of attorney, but it was just noise to her. Her father was taking it all in stride, her mother was in super-organized mode; she was lost.

They ordered lunch to come to the house–healthy sandwiches and salads. Charity was happy to answer the door for the delivery man. His blue eyes looked strangely familiar, but his long brown hair and baggy clothes didn’t ring a bell.

“Hi, Charity,” he said, handing her the box of food.

“Jesse?” she asked, and he nodded. “I guess you can shape shift too.”

“As needed.” He walked in the house, and she led him in the kitchen away from her parents. “How are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I’m still in shock, I guess. I don’t know how they are getting along so well.”

“Your mom has always loved him.”

“How do you know?”

“I read the file. She cared for monogamy more than fighting him.”

“Did it say why she got crazy religious?” Her mom had started going to church all the time after the divorce. Charity hated going to church. The music was great, but the sermon was always about the moral failings of the world. And her mom was always trying to hook Charity up with the younger men.

“Why else do people have religion? For comfort. For stability. It helps her be at peace with what’s next.”

“Is God real?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Is He mad at me? Am I going to Hell?”

“Above my paygrade.” She sighed, and he looked at her. “You mom has a way to make sense of it all. Your dad needs to know that you’ll be all right. Show him you’re a capable woman, even now.”

“Is that all he wants?”

“For now.”

“Do you have more deliveries to make?”

“No, but I have to take the car back. I’ll meet you at the house.”

“You stole a car?”

“Do you know how slow walking is?”

“What about your wings?”

He shook his head. “Earthly mission, earthly form. I’m not a cherub or seraph, anyway.”

She let him out and brought the food to the living room. She did her best to pay attention and even participate. Her father gave her a smile at the end of the day, and she felt much better about how things were going.

Her mom dropped her off at home and went to the hotel for dinner. Charity was glad to spend some time alone–well, besides Jesse. She watched TV with him, but didn’t Escort Hatay see any of it. She was remembering when she first heard her parents really fighting.

She was 11, and it was the middle of the night. Her mom was screaming at her dad, and she could barely hear his responses. Then the front door opened and closed, and her mom cried the rest of the night.

“Your dad and I are getting a divorce,” was all she told her the next morning. No reason why, but Charity suspected it had to do with the phone calls and late nights out. An affair, Aunt Marie eventually explained to her. He’s in love with someone else.

All she heard of the divorce were nightly fights in the living room. The only vote she got was who she would rather stay with. She choose her dad–her hero, her clown, and her science experiment partner. She thought life would stay the same after her mom left.

It wasn’t. Suddenly her dad had no time for her. He wasn’t interested in building rockets with her anymore. She figured she wasn’t smart enough and started studying more. He didn’t seem to notice. When she hit puberty, she thought maybe he wanted her to be more attractive. After disastrous experiments with makeup and pantyhose, she realized she couldn’t please him. He wanted something the older women had.

Charity didn’t know the first thing about sex, and none of the boys she knew were interested in showing her. In college she figured it out, but it didn’t give her any satisfaction. She always compared her partners to her father, and they were never as friendly or funny as he was. If she needed to get off, she masturbated. If she needed a friend, there were plenty of gay guys.

The next day, Aunt Marie arrived, and they took her dad to the hospice her mom had chosen. It was a dismal place, designed to look like a nice apartment complex, They couldn’t eliminate the hospital smell no matter how nice the curtains looked.

Their tour guide was a male nurse named Daniel. He was a handsome black man with green eyes. Charity thought he might be Jesse in disguise, but he didn’t give any indication of it. Her dad’s weakness was evident–even being in a wheelchair most of the morning wore him out, and they left him to nap during lunch.

Charity didn’t want to sit with her teary aunt or anal mother in the cafeteria, so she wandered the halls outside her father’s room. She was shocked to see a familiar woman walking toward her. Sheila. She was older, but still tall, black, and beautiful. Charity remembered all those years she was with her father. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, even in public, and to hear them in his room was like a bad porno. Charity felt the familiar anger but tried the push it aside as she hugged Sheila.

“I’m so sorry,” Sheila said.

“How did you know to come?” Charity asked.

Sheila looked at her strangely. “Your mom said she would let me know what room they put him in. I was the one who called her the other day.”

“You told her about Dad dying?”

She nodded. “I was with him at the hospital when he find out.”

Charity felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still together.”

“Just friends, really. I drive him back and forth to the doctor. He always wants to talk about you. His little engineer, he calls you. I tell him you’re not so little anymore. I hope you know how proud of you he is.”

Charity shrugged, but only because she couldn’t speak. Did he really care for her that much? At that point, her mom and aunt showed up, and she left them do most of the talking.

They stayed at the hospice until early evening, grabbing take out before going home. Charity was drained. She didn’t know what to think about her father. Her heart hurt, knowing he was dying, but in her head she wanted to say it didn’t matter. She didn’t need him.

Jesse was watching TV at home. She joined him on the couch, and he looked at her with sympathy.

“How was today?” he asked.

“Hard. He was really weak. But Sheila was there. I didn’t even know she was still around.”

He nodded. “She is fairly faithful to him, even when he isn’t.”

“Are they in love?”

He shook his head. “Not in a romantic sense. More like family.”

She thought about the way her mom and aunt were not surprised to see her. “Do you have a family?” she asked.

He shrugged. “More like cohorts, angels we grow up with.”

“Do angels die?” He nodded. “What happens to them then?”

“They join the choir of voices praising the Lord.”

“Sounds nice,” she said. He smiled. “Is my dad going to heaven?”

“I don’t know, but don’t worry about that. It all works out in the end. Just remember that he loves you.”

It was such an easy thing to say, but she had never been sure. Yes, he took care of her, but had he given her what she needed? After her mom left, Charity wasn’t sure she ever felt loved.

She remembered going to prom. She had already turned 18, and she only went because her father wanted her to. He even picked out the dress for her, a red sleeveless number that hinted at her curves. Her date was a boy she hardly ever talked to.

Halfway through, he ditched her to make out with another girl. Charity had gotten a ride home with a friend, only to hear her father fucking Sheila in his bedroom. She went to bed and cried, but she had never told him what happened.

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Aftershocks Ch. 02: Negotiation

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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old

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Monday, November 9, 1992

7:40 a.m., Los Angeles, CA

*

Ruth Cohen entered the University Counseling Center’s main office, locked the door behind her and walked to her desk. After hanging her lightweight wool blend cerise London Fog topcoat on the coat tree, she sat down, stowed her handbag and looked at the blinking red light on her telephone. Sighing softly as she began a new week at the old grind, the thirty-five-year-old buxom brunette picked a pen from her middle drawer and centered her carbonized two-part message pad on the desk blotter. Then, decisively, she stabbed the speakerphone button and pressed ‘1’ to playback the waiting messages.

A woman’s voice, with a distinctively Californian Spanish accent, said, “Hello, this message is for Dr. William J. Carter. My name is Mariana Guerrero and I may be reached at the Casa Cody Hotel in Palm Springs. Please ask him to call me as soon as possible. It is an urgent matter. Thank you.” Ruth transcribed the gist onto the memo sheet’s allotted few lines, underscored the word ‘urgent’ and then pressed ‘7’ on the telephone keypad to hear the message time-stamp. A mechanical male voice intoned, “Message received Thursday, November fifth, at four fifty-two p.m.”

Angrily, Ruth thought, “What in the hell? Thursday? REALLY?” Dropping her pen, she stared in disbelief at nothing in particular. “There’s no way I missed that message last Friday morning,” she muttered to herself. Deliberately fudging the date on her message pad to show ’11/6′, she rationalized, “Impossible. Must be a system glitch…”

An hour later, when the Department Head walked into the office, Ruth looked up from her computer keyboard and greeted, “Good Morning, Dr. Carter. Coffee’s made in the conference room.”

Carter smiled and replied, “Thanks, Ruth. Could you please pour me a cup and bring it in with my schedule for today while I get the mail from my box?”

“Certainly, Dr. Carter,” Ruth answered. She was proud that in three-plus years she had never allowed herself to breach workplace etiquette with her boss. She could not stop him from leering at her, or at the young co-eds for that matter, but she could, at least, maintain her own professional standards. She sensed he respected and appreciated her for that.

As Ms. Cohen stood from her desk and turned around to go to the conference room, what Carter appreciated was her zaftig form. When he hired her, she was quite overweight and had self-esteem issues, but she had agreed to allow him to use hypnosis to help her. The treatment, together with improved diet and regular yoga, had done wonders. She had very quickly trimmed down to her goal-weight and kept her one-hundred-fifty pounds, plus or minus a couple, perfectly packed on her five-foot-seven frame.

The additional post-hypnotic suggestions Carter had programmed had not done him any harm, either. At least twice a week, he personally verified Ruth was fuckably fit and readily submissive to his every order. Of course, in her unspellbound state, she had no idea that she was an on-demand cum dumpster. Nor did she know how much she enjoyed ministering to her master.

When his secretary disappeared from view through the anteroom door, Carter moved to the staff cubbyholes on the opposite wall. After retrieving his incoming mail and messages, he continued into the corridor and on to his office. A few feet along the passage, a skinny Asian girl with long black ironed-straight hair and cherubic lips, sat cross-legged against the hall wall. He wondered if she was his first appointment.

As Carter reached his office, the student bounced up and bounded away as if she had just remembered her class was in another building. Mildly disappointed, he fished his keys from his pocket, opened the door and stepped into his den. The spacious high-ceilinged room was cool and dark, but he did not flip on the overhead lights or adjust the wall thermostat. Instead he paused, deeply breathed the crisp disused air and considered whether he wanted to begin his week with Mozart or Rossini.

Deciding on ‘The Magic Flute’, Carter moved to the stereo system embedded in the tall bookcase on the office’s far right wall. After clicking on a Tiffany-shaded swag light hanging nearby, he put James Levine’s 1980 Vienna recording into the CD changer, advanced it to the fourth track and set the volume at a soft level. As the music began, his coffee arrived.

Carter studied his entering secretary in greater detail. The low light from the lamp, and the ambient flat morning sunrays from his half-open window blinds, played interestingly upon her. Her tightly stretched dusky rose lightweight long sleeved ribbed wool sweater clearly outlined her breasts, belly and arm muscles . As she bent slightly to place his mug on his desk, a simple solitaire carnelian charm swung away from her scooped neckline and dangled deliciously above her deep décolletage. Eskişehir Escort

Ignoring, for the moment, his strong urge to reach out and honk her horns, Carter said, mildly, “Praline.”

Immediately on hearing her personal post-hypnotic trigger word, Ruth blinked her eyes, straightened up and greeted her subjugator, “Good morning, Bill. Here’s your black coffee; steaming hot just like you like it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Carter smiled broadly, stepped over to his thrall and answered, “As a matter of fact, I was thinking about cream and sugar, too.”

Ruth laughed wickedly. Brushing her hands over Carter’s crotch, she began unbuckling his belt as she said, “Well, you know I have plenty of sugar. The question, really, is how much cream did your little housemates leave for me to find?” She thrilled to feel his prick swell behind his suit pants.

Chuckling, Carter doubted there was any jealousy in his first slave’s response, but he defused it anyway. “Don’t fret about them, Baby,” he gently commanded. “Those greedy guts got plenty, but that was hours ago. I’m sure you’ll have no problem.”

While he spoke, he felt strong warm slim fingers wrap around his fattening cock. Flashing back three hours, he briefly re-experienced eighteen-year-old Periwinkle Halstead rousing him. The Shondells’ rock-and-roll tune, ‘Mony, Mony’ blasted into his head. Tommy James screamed:

Wake me, shake me, Mony, Mony!

Shot gun! Get it done! Come on, Mony!

Don’t stop cookin’, it feels so good, yeah!

Don’t stop now, hey, come on, Mony!

Meanwhile, the next Mozart track began on the office stereo.

With The Queen of the Night’s first aria driving the rude pop lyrics from Carter’s mind, he looked past his necktie. Ruth hauled his hog and baby boulders from his boxers with both hands. She cradled the heavy nuts in her cupped left palm and stroked her loose right fist up from his erection’s root. Her tawny eyes twinkled as she dropped to her knees and closed her Revlon Black Cherry glossed lips behind his dick’s flared flange.

Carter groaned. Ruth squeezed. She artfully teased her tongue under his plumped head’s chin up to its slit. He paid her back with small viscous pre-cum beads.

Palping his balls, Ruth billowed her cheeks around Carter’s cock’s top two inches while she rhythmically pulsed her hand over the other five-and-a-half inches between her puckered mouth and his boner’s base. He reached down, laced his fingers in her brunette coif and unnecessarily held her in place. Rolling her head, she increased her suction and sped up her sliding pressure. His tension quickly verged on unbearable.

Ruth paused strategically. Carter shuddered while his urgency ebbed, only to rebuild with alacrity as she consumed his hot stiff shaft’s mid-section. Grading her front teeth on its taut flat topside, she thrilled to feel its sliding weight on her tongue. When its great marshmallow top bumped her uvula, she suppressed her gag reflex, breathed noisily through her nose and opened her throat.

Carter’s lust surged toward its no-return point. He gulped air into his tightening chest and involuntarily shifted his weight. Again, Ruth broke her rhythm and quietly held his cock in her warm wet cavern while, once more, the rush receded with agonizing abruptness. His ears rang and a hot chill flashed down his spine as his muscles spasmodically rippled over his scapulae.

Ruth repeatedly induced and denied her master’s desperate need. Each deliciously dangerous edging increased her pleasure, as well. Her aroused nipples chafed within her underwired lace bra’s D-cups and her cunt irrigated her nylon panties’ cotton gusset. She wanted to fan her itching clit, but she had no spare hand.

While ants crawled maddeningly in her gut, Ruth moaned around her mouthful. Carter’s groans were a soft baritone descant. He gyrated autonomically as she expertly played his Magic Flute. Together, their live-action chants overcame the background recorded Mozart.

Then, with exquisite timing, Ruth pulled down Carter’s shrinking nutsack and pressed her thumb firmly against his prick’s bulging under-vein. Clamping her mouth hermetically around the thick excited staff, she powerfully packed it against her hard palate. He reflexively jutted his chin and stared wildly at the ceiling acoustical tiles. The extreme three-point pressure exceeded any control.

Convulsively seizing Ruth’s head, Carter lunged his hips. As her nose collided with his steel-wool pubes, he creamed her tonsils. She swallowed defensively while the salty semen spurted from his throbbing tool. Finished in five seconds, he rigidly held her face fixed to his crotch for another full minute until his depleted desire required his dick to deflate.

Carter relaxed his grip and pulled Ruth to her feet by her armpits. “Thank you, Baby,” he said quietly. Blading an escaped jism drool from her bottom lip with a forefinger, he Eskişehir Escort Bayan pushed it back into her mouth and added, “You’ve smeared your lipstick quite a bit. Aren’t we glad I keep a tube of our favorite color handy in my desk?”

Ruth smiled broadly and replied, “Yes, Bill. And aren’t we glad we found cream and sugar for your coffee?” Stepping around him, she pulled the spare lipstick from his center drawer and re-applied it expertly with no mirror while he shoved his stained soft penis back where it belonged. On the CD, Pamina and Papageno concluded their duet.

Joining Ruth, Carter twisted the window blinds fully open, then sat behind his desk. He reached for the opaque green milk glass coffee mug and took a long considered sip. As the still-hot liquid washed down his throat, he said, again, “Praline.”

Instantly, and without conscious knowledge, Ruth reverted to her ordinary, efficient and circumspect Ms. Cohen persona. She pointed to the calendar printout she had earlier dropped beside her boss’s mail and said, “You have students at nine-thirty, ten and eleven; and again, at one-thirty and three. The brown-bag staff meeting, of course, is at noon. Standard agenda, I assume?”

“Thanks, Ruth,” Carter replied. “Yes… it’ll just be the routine touch-base stuff. We ought to be done in fifteen or twenty minutes.” He snorted, then added derisively, “Unless Dr. Llewellyn brings up another one of his brilliant brainstorms under ‘New business’, that is.”

Ruth smiled, but diplomatically added no comment to Carter’s snark. Instead, she waggled her finger at his mail pile and said, “Don’t overlook that message from Mariana Guerrero, whoever she is.” Editorially, she went on, “She sounded to me like a concerned mother. Probably wants to check up on her kid. Or finagle a credits transfer from the College of the Desert. Anyway, she said ‘urgent’ like she meant it.”

Carter’s withered nuts twinged as he heard Mari’s name. He vividly recalled fucking, and probably impregnating, both her and her daughter. His poker face gave away nothing to his secretary as he answered, simply, “Thanks, Ruth, I’ll be sure to take care of it.”

With nothing left to go over, Ruth exited the office. As she walked in the hall, she scraped her fuzzy-feeling tongue against her palate and frowned as Carter’s cum’s smoky aftertaste filled her mouth. Shaking her head and clucking softly, she thought, “Wish I could figure out why some mornings my coffee-breath is so strong! Maybe I should cut back, or quit using, that hazelnut Coffee-Mate.” Back at her workstation, she found her peppermint Tic Tacs in her purse and popped three to sweeten her offended taste buds.

After the staff meeting, Carter stood alone in his closed office behind his desk and stared through his open window blinds at the University quadrangle spread out in the late autumn noontime sun. It teemed with people moving through it to their next classes. Here and there, students frolicked with Frisbees, or sat studying wherever they were comfortable. He thought about his newfound daughter and granddaughter as he idly fingered Ruth’s pink message slip.

One-hundred-and-ten miles east, thirty-eight-year-old Mariana Flores de Guerrero lounged poolside near the patio door to her bungalow suite at the Casa Cody Hotel in Palm Springs. The high overhead sun’s uninterrupted heat radiated from the concrete apron. The air around her was warmer than the seventy-two degrees she had heard reported by the announcer on her little radio at twelve o’clock. She lazily considered whether she should swim a quick lap.

As she reclined in her chaise, two fine perspiration beads popped high on Mariana’s sloping chest. Quickly combining into a more sizable droplet, they tickled their way in a straight line through the cafe-au-lait valley between her mounded relaxed breasts. Tipping her head, she squinted through her Ray-Ban Barcelona Olympics Sport Sunglasses at the rivulet’s itching track. The rolling sweat disappeared under her halter-top’s stitched center seam.

Mari, using her left forefinger as a squeegee, bladed the shiny streak to its destination and massaged the dampness into her sternum. The itch evaporated with the wet, but set a warm glow behind her ribs as far down as her navel. Below the bold purple-pink-green-and-blue floral print bra cups, her formerly undefined mature nipples proudly rose to the occasion. Raising her finger to her lips, she gently sucked her salt from its tip and thought about the new life she was sure had begun in her womb.

Over her shoulder, a ringing telephone interrupted Mariana’s reverie. Her heart leaped as she scrambled from the long chair and raced barefoot toward her suite. In her wake, the iced-tea on the teetering side table above her abandoned go-aheads, came perilously close to spilling onto her transistor radio. Bolting through the door, she picked up the phone on its fourth ring and breathlessly answered, “¡Bueno!”

Carter’s Escort Eskişehir mellifluous voice replied, “Mari, how are you doing? How’s my Little Girl?” Sensing correctly his newly discovered adult daughter’s anxiety, he got right to the point. “I’m happy to call you just to talk, but your message said something was ‘urgent’. How can I help you? You know I’d do anything for you… and for Luz, for that matter.”

Holding the receiver to her left ear while her splayed right hand desperately compressed her heaving breast to her pounding heart, Mariana said, “Oh, Papá, thank you for calling.” Buying time to calm herself, she added, “But just hold a moment, please. I was outside and left the door open. I need to tell you what has happened since you left here on Wednesday.”

Mari put down the phone and stepped back to her poolside chaise. Kicking into her rubber sandals while she picked up and pulled on her nearby flimsy navy polyester cover-up, she turned off her radio. Then she carried her tea into the bungalow, closed the door and settled herself on the sofa beside the telephone. Still excited to speak with her discovered father, but otherwise cool and collected, she smiled as she again picked up the receiver and said, “Okay, Papá, I am back.”

After recounting events in full, Mariana exhaled a long relieved sigh, drained her iced tea and said into the phone, “So, you see, Papá, I am through with Eduardo. And, except for my dear Luz, there is nothing to keep me here in the desert.” She heard Carter draw a breath, as if beginning to speak, but she ignored it and went on, “I remember how you told me your wife, Ann, had passed away.”

With a sudden burst, while she still had the nerve and momentum, Mari excitedly proposed, “I could move in with you. Keep your house. Take care of you. Oh, Papá, I love you so much! And I remember, too, how you loved me in your hotel room and said you could never deny a child of yours…” Her voice trailed off as her final words pierced his heart.

Carter’s throat constricted when he heard Mariana’s wish. His neck prickled with heat as he recalled their first fuck, one week ago. They had laid, sweaty and weak, clasped in an unrushed post-coital hug. Once again he felt her fingers distractedly running through his graying hair as she said softly, “Today I am más fértil. Mi ciclo, you know?… I am right in the middle. Do you want a son?… Or another daughter?”

Carter coughed, shook his head and answered, “Of course, I love you, Mari, but there are… uhm, certain complications.”

Mariana replied promptly, “Oh, you mean, you live by yourself, but you have a girlfriend? That is alright. I understand this completely and would never get in the way of that. We have a different kind of love. What is her name?”

Carter felt the psychological snare tighten. He cleared his throat again and confessed, “Mari, when I only knew you as the hostess at La Familia – before I found out you were my own true daughter – I was not honest with you about my personal life.” He took a deep breath and explained, “It was convenient for me to tell you my wife had died, but it wasn’t true. I have never been married.”

Mariana cocked her head and knitted her brows in a quizzical frown as she said, “Well, I am not sure why it was ‘convenient’, but now you can be honest with me, yes?”

“Absolutely,” Carter answered. “Which is why I was quick to let you know there are things we must consider. As for ‘convenient’… um, I could have picked a better word. You know how we agreed that our lovemaking must be a secret: From Eduardo; from Luz; from everyone. It wouldn’t do to have the world know that we are more than just father and daughter.” He paused.

Mari nodded into the phone and agreed, “Yes, that is true…”

Carter quickly continued, “It was like that when you were asking about the woman and girl you saw with me at the restaurant over Labor Day. For discretion’s sake, I told you the woman, Ruth, was my sister and the girl, Peri, was her daughter, my niece. It just naturally followed I should explain why I was alone with them, so I made up the story that I was a widower.”

“Ah, I see,” replied Mariana. “This Ruth is your girlfriend, then. Well, she seemed very nice to me, as did her daughter… Peri, did you say her name was?”

“In for a penny…” Carter thought, as he realized the extent to which diplomacy and self-preservation must sometimes work against full disclosure. Deliberately spinning the facts, he clarified, “Actually, Ruth is my secretary at the Counseling Center. She was along on the trip as sort of, umm, a shepherd, you might say. Peri is a University student who had just agreed to be my Personal Assistant. I hoped she might learn about my needs and expectations faster if Ruth showed her the ropes.”

For a few seconds, there was dead air between Los Angeles and Palm Springs. Carter held his breath waiting to hear how his story would be received. Mari lolled her head against the sofa back, and stared thoughtfully at the sculpted plaster ceiling. Keeping the phone to her left ear, she pushed her right hand under her cover-up and lightly massaged her bare tummy along her bathing suit’s waistband. At last, she sighed and broke the silence.

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Alex , Maggie: The Bet

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Alex stared off into space trying to concentrate on something other than her mouth on his hard cock. They were having a contest to see if he could hold off from cumming before her jaw and mouth got too tired from blowing him. It was not easy for him to avoid looking down and seeing Maggie’s mouth on him. She was also rubbing her clit and moaning more than usual, trying to make him cum. Alex really wanted to win, the prize was his big sister’s tight asshole. She had let him finger her ass, and constantly teased him by bending over in her school uniform with no panties on when their parents were still at work. Every time she bent over like that, her tight little asshole was glistening like either she had just licked a finger and rubbed it or like she had gotten really wet and used her juices to lube it up. Knowing how Maggie enjoyed teasing him, he knew she was capable of either one. Suddenly Maggie turned her body so that her wet pussy and ass were facing him, peeking out from under her little red and blue plaid skirt, her mouth never leaving his cock. She began rubbing her clit again and Alex could smell the aroma of her arousal. He tried to look away, still holding out. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to think of anything other than Maggie. He opened his just in time to see Maggie slide a wet finger into her ass. At that moment, she pulled her mouth off of his cock just as he erupted, his jizz covering her chin and tits.

“I win!” Alex yelled in a raspy voice, his cock still dripping cum on the bed.

“I think we should call it a tie.” Maggie said, pulling up her left tit to lick his juices off.

“A tie? How in the Hell do figure that was a tie? Did my cum go in your mouth? Nope, I don’t think so.” Alex laughed.

“Umm, can we do something else? A 3some with Jenny?”

“We’ve already done that, a few times. I want something we haven’t done before. I told you the rules beforehand and you agreed. You aren’t trying to renege are you my sweet big sister?”

“No. But I’m just scared. I mean your fingers or my dildo are one thing, but your cock is so big.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere here sis. I’m only like 6 inches. That purple dildo you love is at least 9.”

“Yeah, but it’s not as thick as you are.”

Just then they heard the garage door start to open below them.

“Shit! It’s 6:00 already. Go get cleaned up.” Alex told his sister.

She jumped off the bed and kissed him deeply before running to her room.

“We’re not finished with this discussion, Maggie!” he called after her.

******

Alex and Maggie’s mother Elaine had come home and called for her kids to come downstairs. “Just a minute.” Was heard from both of them upstairs. Elaine began puttering around the kitchen beginning to get dinner ready. After a few minutes both kids walked into the kitchen and sat at the stools against the island. Alex was wearing sweats and a t-shirt and Maggie had on yoga pants and just a sports bra.

“Maggie, is it really appropriate for you to be showing off your bra to your little brother? This isn’t the dorms.”

“Ah, mom, it’s not like i’m looking. She’s my gross big sister.” Alex laughed as Maggie squeezed his cock hard under the counter.

“Ouch! Mom, she hit me.”

“I swear the 2 of you act just like you did in middle school. Be nice to each other.”

“I try to be nice all the time Mom, but he’s a little jerk! And, I wear less than this in the pool, so if he wants to perv on me, he surely does out there.”

“Ok, ok, no more talk of anyone Gaziantep Escort perving. Listen, I’m surprising your father when he gets home. Our anniversary is next week and I am taking him on a cruise. I thought about taking you guys too, but I’m sure you’d rather stay home than see your parents have a romantic trip.”

“Aww mom, that’s so cute of you to do for daddy.” Maggie squealed.

“Yeah mom, very cool. So is Aunt Charlotte coming to stay with us?” Alex asked unhappily.

“No, now that you’re both over 18, I think it’s ok for you to stay home alone. But you have to promise there will be no parties or funny business. I may make you sign a contract.” Elaine laughed.

“I’ll keep this little jackass in line mom. Don’t you worry.” Maggie said.

“Who’s keeping you in line then?” asked Alex, poking his finger into Maggie’s spandex clad pussy. She was still wet and the crotch of the pants was slippery.

“Ok then, it’s settled. Why don’t the 2 of you take some cash out of my purse and go have dinner and see a movie so I can tell your dad about our trip?”

“And give him a preview of the good times on the ship?” Alex asked, laughing.

“Alex! It’s not right to think of your parents, or any other family members like that.” Elaine playfully scolded.

“Now get on your way. Your dad will be home soon.”

******

Alex and Maggie headed upstairs to shower and get ready to head out to dinner. When both were finished Alex went to his mother’s purse on the table by the garage door and opened her wallet.

“Hey mom, it looks like all you have are hundreds in here.” He called out.

“Yes, I know. Go ahead and take one. Have fun you guys.” Elaine called back.

Alex snatched a bill out of the wallet and his car keys from the table. As he was turning around, Maggie came into the room in a short,tight red dress that definitely was not conducive to her wearing anything underneath. He let out an audible gasp.

“You like, little brother?”

“Umm, yeah. But now I feel really under dressed.”

“You look fine. We’re just going to dinner and a movie, remember?”

“Yeah, let’s go. I’m starving.”

The two yelled goodbye to their mother and went out to the garage to hop into Alex’ black Mustang GT convertible. As Maggie slid into the passenger seat, her dress rode up on her legs revealing just a little bit of her shaved pussy.

“Wow sis, that skirt is almost illegal.” Joked Alex.

“As illegal as what you do to your big sister?” Maggie teased, leaning over the center console to kiss Alex on the neck and lightly rub his cock through his shorts.

“Umm, yeah. I guess not. And believe me, I wasn’t complaining. So where should we eat?”

“Jennifer is working at Mario’s tonight. I know she gives you a boner.” Maggie continued rubbing him slowly as he got harder and the speed of the car increased.

“Mario’s it is!” Exclaimed Alex.

Jennifer was Maggie’s best friend, and had been pretty much all of their lives. Maggie and Jennifer spent countless hours teasing Alex when he was in elementary and middle school, but something changed around the time he was a junior and the 2 girls were seniors. Their teasing took a turn from being slightly mean spirited to almost a competition to see who Alex would pay more attention to. It took Alex a little bit to realize what changed. Alex had decided to play football and his body began to show differences from his workouts. He was no longer scrawny little Alex, he was now Alex the starting QB. Either way, he had always enjoyed the attention from the 2 girls, and always lusted after Jennifer. The day that he caught the 2 girls skinny dipping in their pool and they pulled Gaziantep Escort Bayan him in with them was like a dream come true for him. He and Maggie had already been messing around a little, but he’d never dreamed that his sister and Jennifer messed around as well. Maggie was right though, Jennifer did give him a boner.

Alex pulled the Mustang into the parking lot and put the top and heavily tinted windows up. As he did this, he suddenly noticed how heavily the scent of his sister’s pussy hung in the air. He looked over at her and then leaned in to kiss her deeply, his hand sliding between her thighs making her moan as his fingers entered her hot wet sex. Maggie gripped his cock tighter and unzipped his shorts with her other hand. She pulled away from his kiss and buried her face in his lap taking the full length of him into her throat. She giggled a little as he moaned which made him moan more from the tickling sensations her giggles caused in her throat. She sucked him hard and fast, rubbing his balls and shaft as she she swallowed his better than average sized dick. Alex’s fingers continued to work their magic on her pussy as he stroked her clit with his thumb while sliding 2 fingers in and out of her pussy. He sent her over the edge when he removed his second finger and slid it deep into her tight little asshole. She moaned deeply on his cock as her orgasm rippled through her body. The combination of Maggie’s mouth and the naughty feeling of fingering her asshole combined to make Alex explode into his sister’s mouth for the second time in as many hours. He leaned his head back and pulled his hands away as his sister looked him in the eye, opened her mouth and showed him his as yet unswallowed load. She often did this and it drove him crazy. She giggled again and swallowed. The two straightened up a bit and headed into Mario’s for a bite to eat.

Mario’s was a small pizza and pasta place where most of the local teens spent quite a bit of time. The prices and food were good and old Mario didn’t mind the kids hanging out. Mario also had a reputation for hiring only the cutest waitresses in the area so there was always eye candy for the teen guys to ogle. Mario called out a hearty hello to Alex and Maggie as they walked in and ushered them towards a table in Jennifer’s section. They sat down as Jennifer sauntered over to say hi and get their order, noting that it was odd for them to be there during dinner hour on a weeknight since the Warners were a family dinner time type of family.

“Mom is surprising dad for their anniversary and wanted the house to themselves. Maggie explained to her friend.

“You know what that means? Sexy time for Elaine and Tom.” Jennifer exclaimed thrusting her hips in a bad pantomime of sexual activity.

“It’s a good thing you have more rhythm than that when you fuck, or you’d never get laid.” Maggie joked.

“I’d never get laid more than once maybe, look at me, this is enough to get a first chance.” Jennifer laughed, posing like a goofy model.

“Why are you so quiet, Mr.Alex?” Asked Jennifer.

“I think he might still be in shock from the tongue lashing I gave him in the parking lot.” Chimed in Maggie.

“Yeah, I think that’s it, sis.” Answered Alex.

“Mmmm…did you save some of his juice for me? It isn’t fair that you have full access to him all the time.”

“I share him with you when I can, but that’s the perks of fucking your little brother, full access.” Maggie whispered.

“OK, you guys want your usual?”

“Yeah, sounds great. I’m starving.” Answered Alex.

“I’m on it, and hopefully later I’ll be on you, cutie.” Jennifer said as she went off to put in their dinner order.

Alex Escort Gaziantep leaned into his sister.

“About all of this full access stuff, you owe me from our bet this afternoon.”

“Alex, I told you. I’m scared you’ll hurt me. Tell you what, how about you fuck Jennifer in the ass so I can see how it works? She’s done it before.”

“But I wanted it to be special and be both of our first times doing it.”

“That’s sweet little bro, but I think that in this case it’s best for you to have a little experience before I let you. I promise you’ll be the first cock I let inside my tight ass.”

“Let me think about it.”

“OK. I’m going to run to the restroom. I feel like I’m dripping on the floor because of you.”

Alex smiled as she got up from the table and thought about Maggie’s proposal while staring at Jennifer’s ass as she talked to another table. I guess it would be good to have a little experience before I get my prize, he thought. And it would almost be like fucking another sister since they were so close anyway. Jennifer turned her head and saw him staring. When she caught his eye, she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

After a few minutes Maggie emerged from the restroom just as Jennifer brought their food to the table.

“So, what are your after dinner plans, kids?” Asked Jennifer.

“Mom gave us cash for dinner and a movie. I’m not sure what’s showing though.” Said Maggie.

“Well, you guys are my last table and I don’t have any plans. We could go to my house, my dad is in Boston for work and the garage fridge is stocked.”

Jennifer lived with just her father since her mother ran off a couple years before. Her father had a lot of out of town business so she was often home alone.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really up for sitting in a theater all night.” Answered Alex.

“Sounds good to me.” Agreed Maggie.

They finished eating and waited for Jennifer to finish up then headed to her house. Once there, Jennifer invited them in and said she wanted to get out of her uniform, stripping off her clothes as she headed up the stairs. Alex couldn’t help but stare as she peeled off her bra exposing her tanned 36C breasts. Just as she turned the corner to her room, she tossed her hot pink thong over the railing. It landed partially on Alex’s head and he felt the wetness of the crotch on his forehead. He pulled them over his face, causing both he and Maggie to crack up.

Jennifer yelled down the stairs telling them to help themselves to the beverages in the fridge. When no one answered, she was a little shocked. Jennifer quickly pulled a baggy old t shirt over her head and sprayed some perfume to freshen up then headed back downstairs.

“You guys, I said help yours- -” Jennifer called out, stopping when she saw the scene unfolding on the couch.

Maggie had her dress hiked up to her stomach and Alex had his face buried deep in her cunt. Maggie was moaning softly as he worked his tongue and fingers. Jennifer jumped on the couch to get a closer view.

“Wow, you guys are like rabbits. Don’t you know it’s a little rude to start before the host is ready?”

Maggie pulled her best friend closer and began to french kiss her. Jennifer lifted the t shirt over her head, tossing it aside and pulling Maggie’s head to her tits. Maggie wasted no time, sucking Jennifer’s nipple into her mouth while moving her hand between her friend’s thighs, slipping her fingers into her wet pussy. Alex pulled back from his sister’s pussy to take in the vision of the 2 hot girls playing with each other, noting the contrast of his sister’s blonde hair and slightly fairer skin against Jennifer’s well tanned skin and dark brown hair. One thing in common was how smoothly shaved and pink both of their pussies were.

“You heard Jennifer, don’t be a rude guest. We have to make our guest happy or she won’t invite us back.”

Alex swiftly moved his head between Jennifer’s thighs and started licking her pussy like a starved man.

…to be continued

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