Good Vibrations

Good Vibrations

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Marissa, and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by “real life”. It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together. Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before, this was the first time I had ever jacked off specifically for a partner’s pleasure and not my own; not that it wasn’t pleasurable for me. I can still vividly remember that cum. Now we frequently self-pleasure for each other, with each other, and in front of each other. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in the act. I knew that she had been up all night working a double shift, so I was very careful to not make any noise Erzincan Escort as I entered the house. I gently laid my briefcase on the table in the foyer, and slipped out of my shoes before getting off the rug and crossing the hardwood floors as I crept up the stairs to the bedroom to look in and see how she was doing. As I got close, I could see that the door was ajar, and I heard two sounds coming from the room. The first was immediately familiar; it was my love moaning in sexual release. The other was unfamiliar at first, but as I stopped and listened carefully, I realized that it was the soft buzzing of her vibe. Now I knew that if I made any noise, she’d stop immediately. And while part of me didn’t want to interrupt her while she was obviously having a good time, I can’t deny that there was also part of me that was getting aroused listening to her getting off in a way that I had never heard or seen her do before. And that part was getting harder by the second. I was about to seriously consider taking matters into my own hands, as it were, when I heard Marissa get out of bed. I rushed back downstairs to the living room and quickly sat down, but I wasn’t sure that she had not heard me. She came down wearing a robe, and while she acted surprised to see me, there was something in her manner that made her appear unsettled. Our evening was uneventful for a Friday; I passed it off as the results of a hard week for the both of us. We went out for wings and a few beers, but not late. We came directly home, where she read as Erzincan Escort Bayan I worked a cross-word puzzle. We retired early, and while there was cuddling, that’s as far as it went. Like I said, it had been a hard week. I woke up that Saturday morning at about five am due to an insistent pressure in my bladder, then crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I’m not sure how long I slept after that, but when I finally woke I noticed two things. One, Marissa was not in bed with me; and, two, I could not move. I was tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked, by four of my silk neckties. Now, naked wasn’t unusual; we both slept that way most of the time. But being tied up was a first. “Hey, um, darling,” I said kind of loudly, “is there something that I should know?” My red-haired temptress came floating into the room. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she giggled as she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. My eyes took in her freshly showered nudity, and the physiological effect was almost immediate. She walked over and sat on the bed. Then, taking my growing hardness into her hand, said in that same giggly voice, “Well, it’s a good thing you’re tied down. This is a rather aggressive penis you have here.”  Marissa walked over to her night stand, opened the drawer, and took out her vibrator and turned it on. “Tell me,” she said, “did he get this hard yesterday while you listened to me and my little friend playing?” I had been caught! I blushed, and nodded my head. “Would you like to hear some more?” she asked, her voice suddenly Escort Erzincan lowering to that slightly huskier and sexier tone she gets when she is on a sexual quest. By now, my cock was as hard as it could get, and twitched. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Straddling my chest on her knees as she faced me, she leaned back so that her pussy was in clear view but totally inaccessible. I could see that she was already becoming aroused. She began to slowly run her finger up and down her outer labia, then through the soft auburn hairs covering her mons. The nipples on her perky breasts were hard, and I could detect the growing scent of her desire. I groaned. “You know how I love playing with myself for you,” she whispered. “It gets me so hot. Look, I’m getting wet already,” she went on, as she used her fingers to spread her lips, revealing the moist treasure they protected. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body. With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my chest. Her breathing became ragged. Little yelps came from her throat. I’d seen her masturbate enough to know that she was on the verge of an orgasm when she suddenly stopped. Sliding off the bed, she went back to the nightstand and came back with a sleeping mask that she used when she needed to sleep during the day after an all-night shift at the hospital. She saw the quizzical look on my face as she climbed back over me. “I asked if you wanted to hear some more, not watch,” she said, smiling.

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I pull my smartphone from under my pillow and look for that message icon on the top left side of the screen. You are the only one on earth who knows my private messenger name and who has ever heard my voice through the cyber channels. Over the past month, I’ve slowly revealed myself to you, but not less intimately. I realize I might have made you uncomfortable yesterday when I exposed my breasts to you; but you told me not to apologize. However, you didn’t tell me not to do it again. Your flirting skills need much improvement, but your innocence makes me smile. I love the way you tell me where you are going, what you Erzurum Escort are eating and what you are doing (all with pictures for proof). I feel you are here with me. I love that feeling to the point where it’s impossible to release it. Reality be damned again and again. Technology has taken over my life and you have taken over my heart. I reach out to you from a half a world away. I can’t tell you how badly I want to show and give you pleasure, but your naiveté and strict background provide a strong barrier. I must remind myself that you are only 23 and I am old enough to have cradled Erzurum Escort Bayan you in my arms. I need to question if I’ve grown into a dirty old woman or someone who has just succumbed to her lust for a much younger man. Or is that one of the same? Who cares? you left a message for me to read. You tell me you’re at the office and attach a picture of your sloppy desk for proof. I smile as I see the clutter that surrounds you. You are a busy young man, but still make time to talk to me. “Good morning, my man!” I reply back. I call you “my man” and you never say otherwise. Five hours Escort Erzurum later, I’m “tucking” you in bed. “Talk tomorrow,” I say and you send me my favorite emoticon, the smiley face with hearts for eyes. I send the same one back to you. We are speaking the same language. I go about the rest of my day, mindful of your time zone. I can’t wait until we start chatting again. I go to bed, my smartphone still close by as I read our chat transcript, my heart pounding a little faster as I relive today’s conversation. As I read the texts and imagine your voice, I slowly become sexually stimulated. I slide my fingers between my legs. My arousal is more evident than I imagined. I place the tip of my middle finger on my clit and gently rub it. I am so sexually saturated that I know I won’t last long, but I slow the pace and tease myself slowly wishing it was your fingers, your tongue doing the pleasing.

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Subject: Rugby russ and wrestler owen – installment 6 darien was wearing his harness and his leather hot pants: that’s what Dr. Gabe wanted him wearing that night. His hands were tied behind his back, using the new leather wrist restraints that Dr. Gabe had bought while he was away. They were more comfortable than the leather strap he usually used, but darien had even less movement. They had been about to start a body worship session when the phone rang, and that’s why they were on the sofa, Dr. Gabe’s arm around darien and slowly twisting his left nipple. The call had gone on for a while, and “Doc” hadn’t stopped. He knew what that did to darien – or as he called him – Darius – and that’s why he was doing it. Another way of showing darien/darius who was in charge. He was talking to his friend Harold Snopes, trying to calm him down. Harold had a boy – flavio – who’s hobby seemed to be escaping and being recaptured. “I THOUGHT the chip would be the solution,” Harold was sputtering to Dr. Gabe. “I shouldn’t have told him that I had it implanted when he was unconscious.” “You know, what I’m curious about, Hal, is how he knew where it was. I mean, they’re not visible, and to take it out is, well, an invasive procedure.” “I KNOW. Only thing I can think of is… did he have X-rays taken or something and know?” “Well, THAT’s a real good possibility. I mean, a doctor might THINK something, but he’s never gonna ask ‘are you a man’s sex slave?” He began to laugh as darien’s moans got louder. “Well, if he did cut it out, at least I know he’s not walking very well. Maybe that’ll help the guy who I hired to track him down. Word is that Roger does real good work. “I heard the same thing. Best of luck Hal and listen: if you need any help or advice, call me. Maybe I should be the one to put the chip back when you find him. Most doctors won’t do an anal implant, but I will.” “I may take you up on that Gabe. Thanks.” Dr. Gabe put down the phone, shaking his head. He kept his fingers on darien’s nipple, but stopped twisting it vigorously. “Foolish boy that flavio. Hal dotes on him, gets him everything, and he runs. All the time.” He smiled at darien. “Not like you. You know you’ve got it good. The only way you’re leaving is if I throw you out.” “Sir, am I disappointing you in any way?” “NAH, and I’d let you know if you were, trust me. You must be hard as a rock now.” Dr. Gabe had put the lock back on darien’s dick when he returned from his latest trip. That was three days ago. Nipple play always made darien hard, and he was aching, desperate to shoot. “I am Sir. Very much.” “Well, maybe you’ll get your chance.” He hooked the ring in darien’s halter and pulled him to his feet as he got up. “Get to work. I haven’t showered yet. Kiss every inch. EVERY FUCKING INCH. Then get that big tongue to work.” “YESSIR” darius answered. Dr. Gabe was shirtless. He had taken his shirt off when he got home, in anticipation of a shower, but then the call came in. Now, as darius got closer and his nostrils took in the musky man smell of Dr. Gabe, he got harder, and harder. His moans as he kissed his Master’s torso all over were getting Dr. Gabe hard. It wouldn’t be long before he’d flip darius onto his back and pound him. There was more to be done though. “The pits, MbitchA. Get those pits washed. COMPLETELY.” He held up his arm so darius could get in. darius closed his eyes and thought back to the one time he had made russ do that to him. It was a disaster. darius didn’t know how ticklish his pits were, and the two of them just acted like silly girls. Serving the pits of a man like Dr. Gabe was the right role for darius: did he love Dr. Gabe? No. Did he love his body? Yes. Did he love their relationship? Very much. “Doc” was temperamental though: darius knew that his time with Dr. Gabe could be limited. “Doc” had a wandering eye, and russ had caught it. darius heard him whisper russ’ name in his sleep one night, but that was all he had. That was about to change. As he finished Dr. Gabe’s second pit, and Dr. Gabe pulled him away, he said: “I think it would be really, REALLY hot if you and your school buddy worshipped me at the same time. One of you on top, the other one waist down.” He paused. “Make it happen, boy.” darius gulped. “Yes sir.” “Now get into the bedroom. I’m taking you from behind tonight so no need to untie you. You look so sexy when you’re tied that way. Make me even harder.” darius had learned to position himself so that it was easier on his body when Dr. Gabe took him from behind – he always did after body worship- and he waited for that big, thick cock that he loved so much to pin him to the bed. It didn’t take long. He moaned a loud one and Dr. Gabe laughed. “You’re such a slut. Such a fucking slut. Hard to imagine you topped for a while. Just fucking unbelievable.” He thrust and darius yelped. “You taught Erzincan Escort me what I am Sir. A man’s bitch. ” “Ha ha. MY bitch. Remember that fucktoi.” “Yes sir. ALWAYS. OH GOD. Oooooh.” The combination of his medical background, and darius’ pure openness had allowed Dr. Gabe to know EXACTLY how to work darius. That’s why he played with his left nipple, and not his right one, and that’s why he was chewing on the spot right below the back of darius’ neck, and then scraping it with his beard as his cock continued to dig deeper. Yes, he was going to let darius cum tonight. In the bathroom, where he didn’t have to see it. And then he was going to get to work on Dr. Gabe’s latest fantasy. Who knows? Maybe he’d invite his nephew Johnny over too. They were having lunch the next day, and he knew Johnny had taken a shine to Russ as well. “TAKE THAT LOAD RUGBY BOY.” Dr. Gabe yelled as he shot into darius. He couldn’t see darius smile, but he WAS smiling. He loved it when he could get Dr. Gabe to cum. “Doc” would never admit it, but he wasn’t ready . darius had pushed back though and the impact of Dr. Gabe’s balls against darius’ ass had set off the chain reaction. Dr. Gabe pulled out and rolled darius over after he untied him. He tossed the cock cage key on darius’ belly. “Go take care of yourself. I’ll be waiting in the living room.” “Yes sir.” darius sighed. He wished that Dr. Gabe would watch him cum, but it was one of his Master’s unbreakable laws: subs kept their orgasms to themselves. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “So, how are things going with you and your current hottie, uncle?” Johnny smiled at Doc Gabe across the table. Seeing the two of them sitting together, you would conclude they were related: father and son? uncle and nephew? Something. They both had the eyes, the sneaky smile, the broad cheekbones. Johnny was the son of the sister Gabe didn’t even know he had. He learned about 20 years ago when this young man showed up on his doorstep and said “Hey Gabe. I’m Johnny. Your sister’s kid. Nice place you got here.” Information tumbled out of the teenager, and he found out that he had run away from home because his sister was, as he put it “pimping me out and I’d rather fuck them than have them fuck me.” Gabe had asked “where did you learn that language,” and Johnny had just shrugged his shoulders “I guess around, I dunno. But if one more of those farts climbs on top of me I’m gonna bite it off. Gabe could only laugh. “Sounds like something I would say,” he thought. He investigated and everything Johnny told him was true. He contacted the woman who was his sister legal documents were drawn up, and he became Johnny’s legal guardian until he reached “maturity,” although Doctor Gabe felt with good reason that Johnny had never matured. Still, he was fun and he had attractive friends. “darius is a good boy, Johnny. He thinks I don’t know when he’s checking someone else out, and he thinks I don’t know that he wants to top again, but when push comes to shove.” “You push and shove and he swallows, RIGHT uncle?” “Doc” was pretty up front, but Johnny could surprise even him. “So, tell me my wandering rock. What’s YOUR personal life like? Anyone special?” Johnny nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. “Wandering rock? That’s funny Gunc. Can’t take the classicist out of the man. I think of myself more as a rolling stone: love em and leave em. But… ya know, I met one that I think I wanna see again.” “Tell me more. I haven’t heard you say this in a long time.” “Someone who I met at a rugby mixer. Name is Russ, but I tease him and call him Rusty cause his ass is so tight it needs constant lubing. Sweet looking guy, probably too passive for me, but, well… he’s mighty fine arm candy.” “His name is Russ?” “Yeah. Russ Sherman.” He saw the look on his uncle’s face. “Something wrong Unc?” Gabe shook his head no, but smiled. “You ever hear the expression ‘six degrees of separation?” “Yeah?” “Well, Russ was my boy’s lover in college, and their best friends.” “NO! Ain’t that the shit. WAIT. I got more. Russ is real swoony romantic about that wrestler I told you about.” “Owen? The guy you pinned by cheating the way Uncle Gabe taught you?” “He’s the one, Unc. What can I say: the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.” Johnny was silent for a minute and then he sighed. “You know, I’m gonna sound like a pig but here we go: if I could find someone who looked like Russ, but who resisted in bed the way Owen did… I’d have my perfect man.” “No such thing young man.” “You seem to be happy, Unc.” “For now. You’ve seen me happy before and then…” “YEAH. From what you told me, you were never fully happy after that guy Dave.” “DON’T MENTION HIM! MY ACID INDIGESTION.” “Sorry Erzincan Escort Bayan Unc. Never again.” “You are right though.” He sighed again. “There have been how many? I don’t know. darius is fun: we both know what’s going on: he’s gonna finish that MBA and leave. Nothing I’m gonna be able to do is gonna change his mind.” “You don’t know that Unc.” “Yeah, I think I do. But we’ll see. Anyhow, talk to me. How’s your art going? What about rugby? Do you need any cash?” He pulled out his wallet and his checkbook. “I’ll start with a 3, just tell me the number of zeroes, Johnny.” To jump back into time, just about when Doc was fucking darius, russ knocked on Owen’s apartment door. The big man answered it in nothing but a pair of navy blue shorts and sneakers. “Too hot out, babe. Sorry. You just came from work, didn’t you?” He pulled russ into him. russ still hadn’t adjusted to those front bear hugs. He HAD adapted to Owen opening his lips after kissing them a few times and shoving down his tongue, while he ran his hands up and down russ’ butt. russ flexed his cheeks and Owen laughed. “There’s some porno guy who does that, but only if you smack him with a paddle.” “Hmmm. Sounds hot to me. You got a paddle Sir?” Owen clicked his tongue. “I do. I have several. But that’s for later or another time. I promised you something tonight, and I’m gonna keep that promise. But first…” He turned around, grabbed something and tossed it to russ. “Go get changed.” russ held it out. It was a school wrestling singlet. “We’re….”‘ “Yeah, we are. I wanna see how you look before I decide whether to fuck you before or after .” “How about both?” russ teased. “I get you in that bed, russy, and you’re not getting out of it until tomorrow.” It was hard to squeeze his woody into the singlet, but russ got naked and then got it on. “It seems a little tight, Sir.” “It’s supposed to be. I went one size down because that way. I can see every crevice on that body of yours. russ giggled. “Ok. I’ll change back and put it back on when we get to the ring. “YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING. ” Owen laughed. “If you knew how many times I walked outta this apartment with one or a group of my grapplers, no one’s gonna think a single thing. You keep that on. I’m just gonna change now too. Actually, change is the wrong word.” He pulled a tank top on, and grabbed his workout bag. “Let’s go muffin. It’s not that far from here, but I gotta get you pinned and submitted in time for dinner, because I’m starving.” “Wow. I never thought of a place like this with no one in it.” Owen had taken russ to what was, essentially, an academy for professional wrestlers. This was where they learned the different tricks, how to fall without getting hurt, how to take punches, everything that they convince many people is real. “It’s all fake, isn’t it, Sir?” russ asked Owen. Owen gave him an evil look. “Well, yes and no, russy. Those falls, the jumps from the top of the ring all that… yeah, all fake. But there are holds you see which, if they’re done to completion, can hurt. You don’t want that do you? You just want me to wrestle you college style and then torment you? “Not really Sir. I was hoping there were some holds that happen during a professional match that…I dunno, let you know the other guy is totally in control.” Owen sighed. “Ok. So, I’ll show you a couple. First, you know the stance: the one everyone begins in.” “Yeah.” russ began to smile. “Like this. ” He got into a crouch and held out his hands to grip Owen’s. Owen took them and they began the strength test russ could only lose. And when he did, Owen grinned. “Ok, here’s the first one. It’s a submission hold.” He kept russ’ hands locked and moved to a place behind him, pinning his arms behind him. “Ha. Like I’m gonna surrender to this. You did this to me at your place.” “Not finished yet big mouth.” Then Owen began lifting russ off the floor. Just a little. He had russ standing on the tips of his toes. “OH SHIT FUCK.” russ WAS beginning to feel pain and he was beginning to feel excited. “LET ME GO BEAST.” “SUBMIT” Owen bellowed, pulling russ’ arms up further. “AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. NO NEVER.” Owen lowered russ and then pulled him up sharply. “I SAID SUBMIT.” And he put his mouth over russ’ ear. “You’re gonna be SO MUCH FUN to fuck jobber boy.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’m not giving up.” Owen pulled his arms up further. “OKAY OKAY. I GIVE. I GIVE I SUBMIT.” Owen let go of his boyfriend, and massaged his shoulders. “That took longer than I thought it would. You’re a tough little fucker.” “FUCKEE is the correct term Sir.” “Ha ha. I guess that’s a synonym for bottom. So, you want another fall?” “BRING IT ON” When the preliminaries were over, Owen had russ in an abdominal stretch. “You are locked in stud. Not going anywhere and this is just Escort Erzincan gonna hurt more.” russ screamed. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” “I want you out of that jersey. I want you buck naked, jobber boy.” He increased the pressure on the stretch. “OKAY OKAY. ANYTHING YOU WANT.” When Owen let russ go, he looked concerned. “You mad at me, russ?” “Hell NO. That was great.” russ stripped down. “SEE?” He pointed to his rigid hard on. “OH, that’s gonna be fun for what’s next.” Owen shoved russ against the ropes and then “tied” his arms into them. Then he stretched out his legs and did the same thing. “Now THAT. THAT is a thing of beauty. I could just do things like this.” He ran his fingers over russ’ cockhead. “And you can’t do anything. Not a damn thing but suffer. And you’re gonna suffer, sweetcakes.” Owen picked up the bag he had brought with him. “They call this a heel bag. We all get them and they have the toys that a heel might wanna just on a jobber. Like this..” He pulled out a length of stretchy rope. “This goes at the base of your balls, like this.” He tied russ’ “and you tie the other end to the bottom rope of the ring so that when your opponent moves… He suffers. And if he doesn’t move, you’ve got THIS to help him ” Owen pulled out a small paddle that looked like a fly swatter. “OH SHIT. OUCH.” He began tapping russ’ balls and when russ squirmed, the rope pulled his balls. “FUCK. THIS IS EVIL. I LOVE IT.” “The paddle is good all over. Like… remember I told you about the porn star…” Owen stepped out of the ring and behind russ. He smacked each ass cheek. “MAKE EM DANCE FOR ME JOBBER.” russ began flexing one, then the other cheek. He could see that there was pre-cum leaking out of his cock. “But of course, the heel’s best tools.. are his hands and fingers.” He ran his fingers up and down russ’ nips. “And his tongue” He began licking russ’ ear. “OH GOD. What’s painful now Sir is… not having you in me. Can we go home, please?” Owen laughed. “NAH. You’re gonna get fucked right in the wrestling ring. I’m the victor taking his spoils.” He got russ out of the ropes and moved him to the middle of the ring. “Next time, maybe I’ll tie you down, corner to corner and take you that way, but for tonight.” He kissed russ. “You want cock?” “Yes sir. REAL BAD.” “Get me wet. Cause I get aroused by wrestling too.” russ took Owen in his mouth and slurped as much as he could. His mouth was surprisingly dry, but he built up enough saliva and moaned and begged when Owen began withdrawing it. russ saw the little evil look as Owen deep throated him right as he was about to pull out. “GOD YOU DO SUCH A GOOD JOB. I gotta pull out so I can take your ass.” “I wish you had two cocks Sir.” “Me too russ. Me too.” He bent russ’ knees and pushed him back so that he had easy access to russ’ waiting hole. “OH YEAH. TAKE YOUR JOBBER STUD. TAKE HIM. FUCK HIM HARD. FUCK HIM REALLY HARD.” russ had learned that a nipple tweak could get Owen even harder and he reached for them. “Take em bottom boy,” Owen bent over. “OH YEAH. MAKE THE BEAST SHOOT. MAKE HIM SHOOT! ” And he did. Deep into russ. Long, hot lashes of cum. He shot the last one at russ’ face. “Taste it. Best I can do tonight.” russ smiled, like a cat eating cream. “How about you put on a show for me, russ? How about you cum? How about you cum while I tell you what I’m gonna do to you in the future you fucking sexy assed studmuffin.” “MMMMM. Tell me but keep it secret Sir. Whisper it to me. ” The string of filth that came out of the gentle bear’s mouth just pushed russ to the edge. Owen grabbed his hand and said “Not yet. I wanna tell you something. I love you russ sherman.” russ gulped. “I think… I think I love you too Owen. Owen let go of his hand. “Well, thinking is gonna have to be good enough” he thought.” He smiled when russ shot all over himself. “GOD. Did I just cum more than I do at your place?” “Maybe. But I’m learning. I’ll be able to drain you better from now on. Now that I know a bit of what to do.” They headed back to Owen’s. They were going to clean up some more, and then get a quick dinner. While Owen was cleaning up, a call came in to russ’ phone. It was darius. “HEY STUD. I’m at Owen’s. What’s up?” “Oh, ok. I’ll call again tomorrow at lunch. Just a heads up. Dr. Gabe wants to invite you over to dinner. Saturday?” “Oh, cool, I’ll ask Owen.” darien was silent for a minute. “It’s only an invitation for you russ. It’s…. it’s a little more than dinner. I’ll explain tomorrow. I don’t want to spoil your evening.” “Well, ok, I’m confused now but… I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Owen came out of the bathroom. “You look upset. Bad call?” “I’m not sure. It was darius. I have an invitation to dinner with he and Gabe on Saturday.” “Oh, that should be fun. darius used to host the rugby parties. I haven’t been in that place in a long time.” He saw russ’ face. “AH. YOU were invited, not me. One of Dr. Gabe’s sex parties.” “Sex parties?” “darius doesn’t tell you much, does he? Wait until he gives you details. Now, before I go over and kick Dr. Gabe’s ass for horning in on my boyfriend, let’s go get dinner.”

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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 114a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Gary snuggled closer to me. “Hang on, your whole body is freezing. You’re really not well. Have you been all hot too?” “Just let me hold you. That will warm me up.” I flicked off the light. “Okay, but we had better get you a doctor tomorrow, if you’re no better.” Gary pushed his cock against my arse, pulling me tight with his arms. “I know what would make me better, McPhee!” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 114a � Nightmares McPhee continues the story Gary didn’t know his own strength, he held me tighter and tighter against him. He had never done this before. “Gary, what’s got into you?” Thinking it was just sex, I moaned and pushed back against his cock, the wiry hairs on his chest tickling my back, sending tingles all over me. I reached back with my hand, gripping his eight-inch shaft and sliding my fingers up to his bellend. His cock throbbed to my touch, his precum coating my fingers. “Fuck Gary, you’re as horny as hell!” I barely got the words out before I felt his body tense. Something had changed in him. His hands grabbed my legs, roughly flipping me on to my back. Forcing my legs apart, he violently pushed my knees open and then flat to the bed. “Hey calm down! Don’t be so rough!” His hands gripped my hips and dragged me forward while lifting my arse, then sliding up the back of my thighs to my knees they rolled me further on to my back, exposing my hole to his rampant cock. He lunged forward, his bellend forcing in to my arse. “Shit Gary, what the fuck, you’re hurting me. You don’t need to be so rough!… I am up for it, but not like this!” I fumbled for the bedside light again, illuminating him as he loomed over me. “Christ, Gary, your eyes!” His eyes were blank, his face angry and contorted. I began to try and pull myself backward, away from him. “Gary, shit, calm down. My friend, you’re frightening me!” Without a word, he rammed his cock balls deep into me. The pain tore through my arse. I cried out, struggling against him, trying to free myself. I slammed my fists into his chest. Finally, the force of my repeated punches caused him to sway backwards. “Fuck Gary Stop! What’s got into you?” I hit him hard again. Wriggling myself free of his cock, I managed to leap out of the bed. “What the fuck Gary?” His eyes still looked wild, then there was a hint of recognition of my voice. Somewhere it had reached him, deep in his subconscious. I watched as he shook his head, his eyes looking round, and then up at me. His face changed immediately to one of concern. “McPhee, God, sorry! I don’t know what came over me. Mate, I am so sorry. It must have been you turning the light off when I got into bed, it spooked me.” “What the hell Gary, what’s wrong with you?” “McPhee, please, I am sorry, I am fine now, please, I need some human warmth…. Please come back to bed and cuddle me.” I was still smarting. “You frightened me! Fuck Gary.” Gary hauled himself on to all fours and crawled over naked to the side of the bed where I was standing. “Please McPhee, I’m sorry. Come back to bed.” “What was wrong with you?” Gary shook his head. “McPhee, I don’t know, but I am fine now.” He gave a cheeky grin and rolled on to his back, his head landing on the pillow. Another broad smile. His large hard cock swayed above his balls, leaking copious amounts of precum, which pulsed continuously from his cocklips and ran down the thick shaft. He smiled patting the side of the bed next to him. “Come on, let me make it up to you, you know you want to.” His hand slid down his hairy chest to his balls. Toying with them, before it moved to the base of his shaft, squeezing it tightly, causing his cockhead to flare and more precum to trickle down his shaft. He waggled his cock at me. “Come on McPhee, please! I am sorry.” He was right, I loved it. Gary has an amazing cock. “Well, as long as you’re okay now. What came over you?” Gary just smiled. I suppose I would never know. Little did I know at the time, I wouldn’t want to either. “Well, as long as you’re okay now.” I wanted him to be okay. I climbed onto the bed irresistibly attracted, or was it charmed, towards his hypnotically swaying cock. He pulled his knees back and spread them wide, giving me unlimited access to his cock and balls. Dropping to my elbows, I moved close, immediately able to smell his ball musk. His pubes and thick stomach hair releasing ‘Au de Gary’, my heart leapt. Slipping one hand under his balls and with the other, I gripped his thick, warm shaft. My eyes focused on his throbbing thick lump of meat, my senses saturated with his smell. Carefully, I studied each vein, each lump, bump, and freckle. The tip of my tongue reached out to taste the wet glistening shaft. Slowly, purposefully gathering up some of his nectar, glazing it over my taste buds, making my mouth water in expectation of what was to come. The taste bounced around my tongue, I groaned loudly. “Here, sniff this. Forts gave them to me.” Gary held a small brown bottle under my nose. “Breathe deeply.” I closed my eyes and breathed as instructed. My heart began racing, my mouth watering like it never had before. At that moment I wanted, no I needed his cock. I bent it towards me, again breathing in the musky smell of his pubes, the heat of his shaft. The substance heightening the feelings on the tip of my tongue. I could feel his blood coursing through his cock’s veins as my tongue traced along them. His cock head seemed to swell before my eyes, looking even bigger, juicier and meatier. Looking up at him, I squeezed tightly, firmly milking up the shaft, his cock rewarding me with yet more precum gathering at his cock lips. My mouth parted and spread, hungrily devouring his meaty bellend. My mind doing somersaults as its soft yet so hard, head stimulated and excited my tongue. I couldn’t stop myself, I was no longer in control. I felt I was outside my body, licking and slurping his glans, my tongue running over his bow string, along and over his glans ridge. I was in heaven. A groan followed by a chuckle from above me had me pulling the meaty feast from my mouth. Gary smiled down at me, “You’re enjoying that aren’t you? Don’t forget these!” He gripped his balls sac, squeezing it a couple of times, causing his balls to swell obscenely, deliciously. Before moving his hands behind his head and laying watching me expectantly. His balls, obviously feeling left out, moved involuntarily in his loose sack. Grabbing Erzincan Escort my attention from his shaft and drawing me towards them. His sack was smooth, it too glistened with some of the precum which had dribbled down his shaft. “Kiss them!” He hissed, one hand dropping to my head and easing me towards them. I opened my lips and kissed each of the large eggs. “Here, take another couple of sniffs!” The brown bottle appeared by my nose again, and once more, I breathed deeply. Then, as my mind raced, and I lost it, I buried my face in his ball sac. My saliva joining his precum, coating his skin and orbs. I sucked one, then the other, into my mouth. Rolling them over and over, making sure my tongue licked up all his ball sac’s coating of precum and man musk. Warming his balls for when they would give up their precious load. I felt Gary moving. He leant forward, his hands took hold of my head and lifted my face to his, his balls tumbling from my lips as he did so. His tongue pushed into my mouth. “McPhee, I want to make love to you, okay?” I felt myself nodding, as his hands gently manoeuvred me on to my back again. Sensually, they ran up my inner thighs, the hairs on my legs rising to his touch, tingling all the way to their roots. As once more, he eased my legs apart and down. My cock swayed wildly as I thrust my hips up to intensify his touch. Giving a little chuckle, he moved both of his hands to my shaft, gripping it tightly, he squeezed hard. I drove my head back into the pillow, my eyes tightly shut. His warm mouth engulfed my cockhead, the rush was amazing. I nearly came in his mouth there and then, as he worked my swollen cut cockhead, drawing more precum from my balls. Pulling his mouth away from my cock, he sat back grinning, “Now to get you ready for this!” He waggled his hard shaft at me, then with one hand, he slowly slid his fingers over my cockhead, gathering up my precum, his other hand milking his own hard shaft for yet more. I gasped as his fingers touched my waiting hole, dabbing the sticky nectar on to my pulsing rose. Gently, he eased the tip of a finger into me, constantly gathering and adding more precum. Intently working his finger deeper into me, before joining it with another, and then another. My tender hole relaxing after its earlier shock, opening ready for him. I clasped his hands, pulling them tighter to me, now desperately wanting his cock to take me. Lifting my head from the pillow, I moaned, “Please Gary, now.” He smiled and gave me a cheeky wink. Then moved closer, forcing down his hard cock, zeroing it in on my waiting hole. I felt myself tense, just for a moment, then breathe out in pleasure as my hole stretched to take his wet flared cockhead. My rose swallowed up his bellend, I felt it expand inside me once it was past my sphincter. He let out a groan of pleasure, matching my own. Another smile and a wink, “Ready?” I didn’t speak, just lifted my hips, starting his cock’s journey into me. Simultaneously, Gary pushed forward and lowering himself closer to my chest, our lips came together, our tongues passionately entering each other’s mouths. A sense of calm engulfed my body as he pushed deeper and deeper until his balls pressed up against my arse cheeks. Another cheeky grin. “Well, that’s all of it. I hope it’s enough.” I wrapped my legs round his waist, locking my feet behind his back, pulling him deeper into me. Burying my face in his neck, I bit the skin, gasping. “Fuck me Gary. I love you.” “I love you too, McPhee.” He turned his head, pulling away from my teeth, then stared in to my eyes, “Hey, no marks, what would Maureen say?” He gave another little chuckle as he pulled back and began thrusting into me. At that precise moment, I didn’t give a fuck what Maureen would say. I don’t think he really did, either. ** Mishcon continues the story This bed was a lot more comfortable than mine, but I knew I had to get up soon. Forts had suggested a working breakfast. By the time I joined everyone in the garden room, they were already seated. Dima, Davy, Athol and Archie were joining us. Marcus was organising the footmen who were serving breakfast, a job previously done by the chamberlain. “Mishcon, good morning. Pull up a chair.” I nodded, adding, “Good morning everyone.” Then I remembered. “Oh Marcus, could you have the safe deposit box brought here too?” A few minutes later, it arrived and was heavily placed down just to the side of us. Forts was in excellent form. Jovial and smiling, constantly reaching to touch Davy’s hand or leg. Davy didn’t look quite as well, his evening’s drinking was obviously still effecting him, and Forts seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. The lovely breakfast was soon consumed, and the plates cleared away. Marcus stopped by Forts. “I will leave some pots of tea, just ring if you need anything.” “Thank you Marcus, for everything. We can discuss who you think should replace the chamberlain later.” Marcus bowed and gave a little wink to Forts and Davy, and then another wink to one of the footmen, who returned it smiling. Looks that weren’t missed by Davy, who turned to view the footman. He smiled, recognising him as the guy who had slipped into Marcus’s room last night after Davy and Forts had gone to bed. I picked up my briefcase and opened it, laying it on the table in front of me. Athol and Archie exchanged glances before Athol spoke. “Son, would you rather Archie and I left, if you’re going to talk business?” Forts shook his head, “No, I am happy for you both to stay, unless you have something else to do.” Athol smiled, pleased to be a trusted part of his son’s new life. “Forts, I have several things for you, including the safe deposit box.” Forts grinned at Athol, “Dad, it’s never ending. I have asked Mishcon to run things for me so I can return to the Castle with Davy as soon as we can.” Athol nodded, obviously pleased his son had run the idea past him. “Good choice, son. Mishcon has served me and our family excellently.” I was blushing, Forts gave me a wink. “What’s first?” “Your Imper…” Forts glare said it all. “Forts.” He nodded smiling. “That’s more like it!” “The Dowager Grand Duchess Katrina Truorwskoy has asked me to thank you for your very kind offer allowing her to remain in the Manor. However, she feels, if you have no objections, she would rather move into Drybeck Cottage.” “Drybeck Cottage?” Forts looked at me. “Yes, it is one of the houses on the estate, currently empty, she asked, would you mind if she moved into it?” Forts shook his head. “No, not at all. She can stay there for as long as she wishes. But make sure I pay all the bills, understand?” I made some notes. “That means that the Grand Duke and Duchess’s apartment here at the Manor will be vacant. I would suggest you and Davy move into it.” “Okay, seems sensible, we can have a look at it later.” Forts turned to Davy smiling. “If that’s okay with you?” Davy still looked a bit rough, whispering deliberately too loudly, “As long as it doesn’t mean we are staying here full time.” Forts squeezed Davy’s knee. “No, don’t worry. Okay Mishcon, what’s next?” “Well, I would like to run through the Grand Duke’s Will. I also have a letter he wrote for you, asking that it be given to you on his death.” Forts bit his lip and whispered something to Davy and then Dima. I waited, Forts turned back to me and nodded. “Start with the Will. I will read the letter later in private.” I opened the Will. “Forts, you already know that the Grand Duke made several bequests including a considerable Erzincan Escort Bayan provision for his wife, and also generous payments to Prince Dima and the Princess Anastasia. Originally, the Grand Duke had left money for Princess Theodora, now the Dowager Grand Duchess Petrovich. That bequest, however, was changed when she married, the monies now to be placed in trust for her son.” I knew from Davy’s look as the word left my mouth, I had fucked up and Forts knew nothing about the sex of Theodora’s unborn baby. Forts looked at me and then at Davy, then back at me. “What did you just say? Her son?” I saw Davy visibly slump, his eyes closed. Forts noticed it too. He stood as he looked directly at me. “Theodora is having a son! And you knew? Was anyone going to tell me?” Davy reached out, touching Fort’s arm. Forts pulled it away. “So you knew too? Was this one of the secrets you two have been sharing? WELL!” “Forts, it wasn’t like that.” “Would you mind explaining to me just what it was like then?” Davy tried to take Fort’s arm again, once more it was pulled away. Davy shook his head. “Forts please! She made me promise not to say anything.” “Really?” Forts turned and glared at Dima. “I suppose you knew too?” “Forts,” Forts silenced him with a wave of his hand. “I want everyone to leave, apart from Mishcon.” Athol was biting his lip. “Forts, son. Come on.” “I said, I want everyone to leave apart from Mishcon!” Athol, Archie and Dima stood. Davy remained seated. Forts glared at him. “That means you too!” Davy kept his head down, his voice barely a whisper. “I am not moving until you listen for once and stop making a fool of yourself. Now hear me out.” Athol and Archie sat down, Dima remained standing, the silence was deafening. Forts swallowed hard, his mind processing Davy’s words. He leant towards him, “You are right. We will speak later, I am sorry.” He squeezed Davy’s shoulder, then turned and nodded at Dima. “Dima, please sit down too.” Forts sat for a moment and then turned to me. “Mishcon, sorry, can you continue, please? Tell me what you know.” I took a deep breath and gave a quick prayer to the Gods of waffle. “Forts, I am not aware it was deliberately kept from you. As I understand it, Theodora had a number of tests done when she became pregnant. One of those revealed she was carrying a baby boy. It was the Grand Duke who asked for the information to be suppressed. I am sure there will be something about it in the letter he wrote for you.” No one at the table missed Davy getting out his hankie and dabbing his eyes, especially not Forts. He leant into Davy again and, wiping away a missed tear, mumbled, “It’s okay, I just got a bit of a shock, it doesn’t change how I feel about you. We will speak later.” Then louder, “Everyone knows I love you, silly.” Davy nodded and gave a little smile. Athol smiled at Forts. “Well said, son.” Forts turned back to me. “Mishcon, please continue.” I picked up the Will once more, re-finding my place. “The rest of the Grand Duke’s estate is left to you, all properties,” I scanned along the line. “It looks like several palaces in Russia, estates in Poland, and elsewhere in Russia. I don’t imagine you will ever get those back. Various Truorwskoy family jewels, I imagine they are in the safe deposit box. The Grand Duke has added he hopes that any request to wear any of the jewels from the Dowager Grand Duchess Katrina will be met favourably.” I took a breath, “It goes on to list awards, various swords and uniforms. Horses, a stud in Sussex, and several vehicles, oh, and a train carriage.” Forts sat shaking his head. “A train carriage?” “Yes, apparently the Grand Duke had one made for his exclusive use by the Pullman Carriage Company when he arrived in England.” Forts stood up and walked to the French doors leading into the garden, he stood looking out, then turned back to the table. “Davy, come with me, I need a walk and some fresh air.” As the door closed behind them, Athol shook his head. “This is all just overwhelming him. He wanted none of it.” ** Davy continues the story. We walked out into a beautiful morning. Forts clenched my arm, smiling at me as we walked along the path towards the fountain. “You know I am about to say sorry again, don’t you?” I nodded back to him, forcing a little smile. God, I was feeling awful. My head was thumping and the unpleasantness just moments ago had not helped. Even the sound of our footsteps on the gravel was getting to me. And just why, when you have a hangover, does the sun seem too bright? “Do you forgive me?” Forts kissed my cheek. I felt myself take a deep breath. “Forts, there is something else I have to tell you.” We both stopped, and he turned to face me. “That sounds ominous. Is it another secret?” I began to nod, unable to hold back the tears which rolled down my cheeks. I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” He kissed my lips and wiped away another tear with the side of his thumb. “Let us walk and sit by the fountain and you can tell me.” I really didn’t want to. It would mean breaking a confidence with Theodora, but deep down I knew I had to tell him. Keeping it secret was tearing me apart. As we reached the fountain, Forts used his hand to brush the seat. “Come on, sit down and give me a cuddle.” I sat down and stared at the ground. I knew he was gazing at me, I could feel his eyes on me. “You don’t have to tell me, it’s okay, I won’t be cross.” I exhaled, then blurted it out. “FORTS! Theodora wants you and me to raise her baby boy up at the castle.” “WHAT?… Us?… But why?” Another deep breath. “She feels it would have a better life with us than with her.” Forts just stared at me. “Theodora said the thought of raising a child fills her with dread. She wants to enjoy the rest of her life and move to America once the war is over.” Forts stood, shaking his head. “Wow!” He turned to face the fountain, picking up a small pebble from the side, he tossed it into the water. I stood too, nervously I moved behind him. My arms round his waist, my fingers stroking his side as he continued to stare into the foaming water of the fountain. I rested my chin on his shoulder. “Well, the baby is definitely yours. There is no doubt about that. Theodora thinks we will make much better parents than she would.” His hand moved to take hold of mine, he gripped my fingers and turned his head to me. His face broke into a broad smile. “Davy, we are going to be parents after all!” He spun to face me, joy in his eyes, he pulled me to him, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Davy, we are going to have a family!” He pressed his lips to mine. He was laughing, happiness beaming from his face. “We are going to be parents!” He kissed me again, “We are going to have our own family! We are going to be parents! This is so marvellous!” He gripped my waist and danced round and round, pulling me with him. Repeating again and again his new mantra, “We are going to be parents!” “We are going to be parents!” Well, that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting, that was for sure! Grabbing my hand, he began pulling me back towards the manor. “Come on, we have to tell everyone. Dad and Archie will be so happy for us!” I stopped our little dance. “Darling no. You can’t even tell Theodora I have told you. Please!” “But Davy!” “Fort’s, please no. You must keep the secret. Otherwise, you know Theodora will come under pressure from the family to keep the baby herself.” He smiled at me and kissed me again. “Okay, mum to be! Right, Escort Erzincan come on, let’s get back. Lots to be done!” I hugged him again and together we walked back to the Manor, our arms tightly round each other, grinning like idiots. ** Mishcon continues the story. Forts and Davy came back into the room. Forts addressed us all. “Sorry about that. I needed to clear my head. Mishcon, please continue, you said you had a letter for me. Then, let’s open that safe deposit box!” Finally, I could pass the sealed letter addressed to His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Prince Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, over to Forts. He examined it, turning the velum envelope over in his hands, his eyes examining the ‘Royal Seal’. “You probably would prefer to open that later, in private?” Forts nodded and placed the envelope in front of him. “So that leaves us with the safe deposit box!” Archie chuckled, “It’s huge. It looks more like a trunk than a box!” I reached into my waistcoat pocket and retrieved the key I had been given. We all moved over to the box, although Archie’s description was nearer to the truth. I handed the key to Forts, he took it and turned it over in his fingers. Davy patted him on the back. “Come on, let’s see what’s in it.” Forts nodded, he smiled, “I am a bit nervous to be honest. Oh well, here goes!” He crouched down and placed the key into the lock. It gave a reassuring clunk in several places as he turned it. Athol smiled at him. “Sounds like several locking points.” Forts nodded, took a deep breath and lifted the lid. We all peered into the trunk. It was separated into three more metal boxes. Forts looked round, “Oh well, Let’s start with this one.” He pulled out one box and placed it on the floor. “There is another layer beneath these boxes, too.” Moving back to the box he had removed, he unclipped the clasp and opened the lid. “It’s full of lots of bundles of old paper.” He sounded somewhat disappointed. Dima stepped forward, “Forts, those are old Russian legal documents!” Forts handed him one of the burnt yellow-coloured bundles. Dima’s eyes scanned the Cyrillic writing. “This is the ownership documents of a Palace in Petrograd, what used to be called St Petersburg and is now called Leningrad, since the death in 1924 of Lenin.” Forts passed him another bundle, Dima quickly scanned it too. “This is the same, for an estate in Poland.” Forts turned to me, “These must be the documents for the properties listed in his will. There are loads of them in here.” I nodded, “It would seem likely they relate to the duke’s properties. I will get them all looked at by an independent Russian translator.” Taking the papers from Dima, I could see in his eyes, he hadn’t liked my last comment. Luckily, Forts spoke again, breaking a rather uncomfortable silence. “This one is newer!” He handed another buff folder to Dima, “What’s this one about?” Dima’s eyes scanned over the writing. His face changed to one of shock as he read it. Quickly he opened the folder, then snapped it shut. He staggered, his face turning white. As he went to pass the folder back to Forts, his grip failed him and several of the documents it contained fell to the floor. Forts jumped up, “God, Dima, are you okay? What is it?” Dima bowed his head. “The Grand Duke had an investigation conducted into my father. He was trying to find out what happened to your parents and yourself.” “My God, what does it say?” Forts moved to comfort Dima, handing back the folder to him. It was my turn to speak. “Forts, I don’t think Dima should see any more of it until I have had it translated!” Forts looked at me questioningly, snapping, “Are you doubting Prince Dima’s loyalty to me again?” Athol glanced at me and then at Forts. “Son, Mishcon is right. It would be best if we get it translated first.” “You too? Dima would never harm me. Can’t any of you get that into your heads?” “Forts darling, it is probably for the best.” Davy’s voice was barely a whisper. Forts shook his head. “You are all wrong!” He hugged Dima and kissed his cheek. “Dima, you have my complete trust and confidence, I want you to know that!”. Dima stood back and gave a bow of his head. “Thank you Prince. But I understand Mishcon’s concerns. He is giving you good advice.” Dima looked round at all of us, “They all are!” Forts hugged him again. “Okay, but you’re staying by my side.” Forts looked round at the rest of us, his eyes challenging us to say anything else. He pulled Dima closer. “You can translate all this other stuff for us.” Quietly, I placed the buff folder in my briefcase. As expected, the rest of the box contained more old ownership documents, including the ones for Dryford Manor and the horse stud. He handed these to me. They joined the other buff folder in my briefcase. Forts smiled up as he closed the box. “Well, I don’t have to worry about any of these anymore, at least.” He reached into the trunk. “Now for box number two.” As we all watched, Forts clipped open box number two. “This looks more interesting!” He pulled out several leather pouches. The bases each looked about the size of a tennis ball. He undid the leather strap securing the top of one and tipped some of the contents into his open palm. He glanced back, “Old broken glass?” Athol chuckled and bent to pick one of the bits of ‘glass’ from Fort’s hand. “I think, son, you will find they are uncut diamonds, unless I am very much mistaken.” Forts sat staring at the dull stones, his mouth hanging open. “Diamonds?” Davy reached for another bag and poured some of its contents out. This time, multi-coloured, highly polished stones tumbled out. Athol grabbed a couple. “Well, they look like more precious stones, diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds.” Archie was now on his knees beside Forts. “This box is full of these pouches.” He put his arm round Forts. “How’s my very rich son?” It was an attempt at mirth, but fell a bit flat. Forts just sat there shaking his head. “I don’t want any of this, none of it!” He gathered up the pouches and put them all back in the metal box, and slammed the lid closed. I reached out and touched his arm. “Forts, do you want me to go through the rest of this stuff for you and give you an inventory of its contents?” Before he could answer, Archie had already opened the other metal box. It was packed tightly with what looked very much like jewellery boxes, each emblazoned with a gold two headed Imperial Eagle. He opened one. It was a magnificent lady’s diamond headdress. Dima spoke, “It is a traditional Russian Kokoshnik. Once just a lady’s headdress, but as you can see, that one was to be worn by Imperial ladies.” Forts got up and walked towards the window, his smile gone once more, he stood with his back to us. Davy crossed and joined him. He turned again and put his arm round Davy, shaking his head. “Why me?” ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. 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“Well, what are we talking about: a Vienna sausage or a beef polska kielbasa?” Lauren probed, grabbed the teakettle off her stove, and freshened Natalie’s tea. “We’re talking about a beef polska kielbasa: a floppy kielbasa,” Natalie responded with a cynical side-eyed glance as she stirred lemon and honey into her Earl Grey. Ignoring Natalie’s facial expressions and refusing to retreat, Lauren drilled down into her business even further, “Did he take a Viagra or a Tadalfil ?” Lauren barely made it through law school, and she really did not care. She was living on her parents’ coins. Even worse, Lauren failed the bar exam twice. Still, Lauren knew how to question a situation. Natalie sighed and answered despairingly, Erzurum Escort “I really don’t know what is happening. I failed to ask the squalid details of his misfortune, and no, Cameron did not offer them up either.” Natalie and Lauren were sorority sisters in undergrad and participated in the same social circles during law school. Natalie, unlike Lauren, worked her way through undergrad and law school. Determined, she successfully passed the bar examination on her first try. ‘Determined’ was Natalie’s middle name, because she worked hard. She would spend no more days scrounging for what she needed, nor did she tolerate bullshit. “Something changed. Wait a minute. Did you accidentally Erzurum Escort Bayan chomp down on Cameron’s ‘basa with your pointy incisors? What the heck happened?” Lauren’s examination threatened a potential fire at the beginning, the middle, and the end of Natalie’s patience. She had little tolerance for prying conversations. “I’m not sure. But I am certain of a few things. My new black lace lingerie did nothing to hoist Cameron’s slumbering lumber, my superb hand strokes were insufficient, and my perfected fellatio skills, sans teeth, did nothing for him. It doesn’t work anymore.” Truthfully, it hadn’t worked for months now. Natalie responded with a tinge of anger and Escort Erzurum she began silently counting down from ten. “So, are you going to talk to him today?” Lauren continued, as she stacked the virtual logs in the furnace. “For what, Lauren?” Natalie gave the side-eye and the neck-roll this go ‘round. Her count was at five. “To get him some help,” Lauren added while sprinkling the virtual kindling with gasoline. “Not even. Lauren, please,” Natalie scoffed as her mental count landed on three. “Why not?” Lauren smirked while striking the imaginary matchstick. Natalie shrugged a response and her headcount landed on two, “It’s just time to move on. That situation is not working. Listen, you know that I live in a permanent state of arousal and it’s not working!” Lauren wanted to ensure that the virtual kindling was ablaze, so she dropped the lit match onto the soaked kindling, “Natalie, there are alternative ways to…” “One! I am going to lose it,” Natalie thought to herself. …

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The Adventure Of Our Lives Part Fifteen

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Four days later we arrived in Selma, Alabama. The first thing we did was check into a motel and of course, had to have sex. When we were done, we went out and started to look for an apartment to rent. At that time, I didn’t get paid a lot of money. My base pay was one hundred ten dollars a month and from my knowledge of Ginny’s and Kyle’s money situation, they got an additional sixty dollars a month as a housing allowance and twenty-two dollars a month as a food allowance.Knowing that we were only going to be clearing about one hundred eighty dollars a month we needed to find an apartment we could afford. We didn’t know anything about Selma and so we located the town hall and went in and asked the receptionist there where we could find an affordable apartment. She was used to young Airmen asking this question and telling us where to go.We left the town hall and found the apartments she told us about and went into the rental office there and asked about renting an apartment. The lady there asked how much money we made as the rent was on a sliding scale based on income. These apartments were government subsidized. She wrote down all of our information and told us our rent was going to be forty-five dollars a month. We signed the rental agreement and she gave us the keys and directions to find the apartment.We found the apartment and it was one side of a small duplex. The apartment had one bedroom and bathroom and a living room and kitchen. Since it was a low-rent government-subsidized apartment it was “bare-boned” in that there was no AC and the floors were painted concrete but it was enough for the two of us.After we got the apartment we went and purchased a bedroom suite, a sofa, pots and pans, dishware, flatware, and a small kitchen table. We also purchased an area rug, sheer curtains for the windows, sheets and blankets, and bath necessities.That about ended our day. We went back to the motel and the next morning went to the apartment to await the delivery of our furniture. While we waited, we put up the curtains and put everything else away. When the furniture arrived the delivery people assembled and set everything else up. As soon as they were gone Brandi and I broke in our new bed three times. The pleasure of being young.The next day it was time to check in at the base. We first went to the base personnel office where I filled out all the paperwork needed to make Brandi my dependent and get her ID card so she could get on and off the base and use the Base Exchange and Commissary. Then it was time to check in with my squadron.We first went to the orderly room and there we met my first sergeant. He was very personable and explained to Brandi that he was there, not only for the GIs but for the dependents too. After that, I went to the “Cop Shop”. Brandi had to wait in the breakroom while I did my in-processing to the squadron. I was assigned to the Day Shift, six-thirty AM to two-thirty PM. I was surprised to get that shift and after I was told to report for my first day of duty on the following morning Brandi and I left and went home.When we got home Brandi told me that as she was waiting a bunch of guys came in and they all wore lots of stripes. When they found out she was waiting for a new troop to sign in, they all treated her warmly.Everything was good. We fell into married life and we were very happy.However, after about a month and a half, two things came “crashing” down on us. The first thing was my pay wasn’t really enough and the second thing was Brandi was getting bored being home alone while I was at work.We had a television set given to us by her grandfather but it was a portable with just a set of “rabbit ear” antennas. The local channel we received pretty well but the channels from Montgomery, about fifty miles away were a bit snowy and difficult to watch.There was not really a great variety of programs for Brandi to watch and since it was just the two of us the housework didn’t take Brandi very long to finish. She borrowed books to read from the base library but Brandi wanted to do more.So, one day when I got home from work, Brandi met me at the door and after undoing my pants pushed me down on the couch. I was sitting there with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. It got immediately hard.I was enjoying the blow job as she licked and kissed my hard cock as well as licked and sucked on my balls.I felt my ball sack contract Erzincan Escort and was just about to shoot my load when Brandi abruptly stopped sucking on my cock.She sat back and said, “Guess what I did today.”“I don’t know, what did you do?”“Guess.” And she went back to sucking my cock.My ball sack contracted again and I was just about to cum when she pulled away and said, “So guess.”“You went out.”“Yes, but that’s not it. Keep guessing.”She went back to sucking my cock and once again stopped before I could cum and unload my balls. I really needed to cum badly, by then, but she kept on with the guessing game by stopping giving me a mouth fuck just before I came. The pressure that was building up in my cock and balls was almost too much to take.Finally, she sat back and said, “I have something to tell you but I don’t want to make you angry.”“I won’t get angry, I promise, but I really need to cum. I feel like I am about to explode.”“Promise you won’t get angry.”“I won’t get angry.”“Ok. I got a job.” (I thought she was going to say she was pregnant.)She then leaned forward and started giving me a mouth fuck again. I soon had a tremendous orgasm. I could feel rope after rope of cum shooting out of my cock and into her mouth. Apparently, there was a lot of cum. I could hear her swallowing as fast as she could, but her mouth was being pumped full of cum and she couldn’t swallow fast enough. I saw quite a bit of my cum squeezing out of her mouth, dripping down her chin, and then landing on her tie-dyed halter top, stomach, and shorts.When I stopped cumming she got up in my lap and wiped the cum off her chin with her fingers which she then licked clean. After that, she gave me a hard kiss with our tongues dancing with each other. I could taste my cum in her mouth and got another hard-on.When we were done kissing, she sat back and looked at me.I said, “Where did you get a job?”“At Sears®. I looked around and saw a sign that said, “Help Wanted” apply at the office. I went to the office and filled out my application. They then gave me this twenty-question test that was so easy. I finished it in just a few minutes. They graded it and got really excited. The next thing I knew a nice man came in and said he was the assistant manager and that I was hired. He then told me to come back tomorrow for orientation and also told me to dress less casually.”Yeah, she was dressed casually in her tie-dyed halter top, short cutoffs, and sandals. She looked hot but I could see why they wanted her to dress more conservatively, especially since she was braless and her tits poked through the thin fabric of her halter top.She felt that my cock was hard again so she got up, took me by the cock, and led me to the bedroom where we fucked like rabbits for a couple of hours.Brandi then got up and went over to our closet where she got out a light blue button-down blouse and a black skirt. She put them on and then asked me how she looked.“You look just fine.” (Her skirt was short but hopefully not too short.)I then said to her, “Why did you think I was going to get angry because you went out and found a job?”“I didn’t want you to think you failed to provide for me.”“Well, I was thinking about going out and finding a part-time job somewhere but now I won’t have to.”She then said, “That’s right. We are a team now and we both need to make the marriage work.”Brandi took off the blouse and skirt and hung them back up. Her standing nude made my cock hard again so she got back into bed and we fucked some more.The next day she dropped me off at work and then went home to get herself ready for work.She wasn’t outside the cop shop when I got off duty but our apartment was located just down the street from the back gate. It was a short walk so I walked home.Brandi got home a couple of hours earlier and was just bubbling. Her first day of work went well. She was going to be working in the tool department.I thought that was funny as Brandi didn’t know a flathead screwdriver from a Philips.It was then she told me that the assistant manager told her she should open up two more buttons on her blouse because he wanted her to look more relaxed. He also told her that if she needed help to just page him. She then unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse and had me look at her.I then figured out the real reason they hired her. Opening those two buttons gave a nice view of her cleavage and combined with her short skirt she was actually going to be in the tool department Erzincan Escort Bayan as “eye candy” luring men into the department. As they say, “Sex sells and Brandi could be so naïve.”She worked for Sears® for two more days but on the third day, she came home crying. She told me the store manager fired her as he told her she was not going to be a “good fit” there.I said, “Did you do something you shouldn’t have, or say something, or not do something you should have?” She shook her head no.I then asked, “Did anything unusual happen?”She said, “The only unusual thing that happened was when I was cleaning up at the end of my shift, I bent down to pick something up. As I bent over my Cruciphix fell out of my blouse. The store manager was there and saw it and asked me if I was Catholic. I told him yes and he just smiled and walked away. Then today, he just came up to me and fired me. I don’t know what went wrong.”I felt bad for Brandi. She was so naïve. She didn’t realize that in the deep south Catholics were not well-liked.I held her close to me and then said to her, “Don’t worry I am sure you will be able to find another job. We just sat there for a while and then went into the bedroom where we had loving and gentle sex.A few days later she did find another job. We went to eat in this small restaurant and they had a help wanted sign. When Brandi asked about it she was told they needed a new morning waitress as the one they had moved out of the area.It was going to work out. This restaurant was a small “Mom and Pop” operation. The owners were an older couple. He cooked. She took care of the cash register and they had just two waitresses. One worked five-thirty AM until two PM. The other waitress worked ten-thirty AM to seven PM. The waitress shifts overlapped so there were two waitresses on during the noon time rush. The restaurant was closed on weekends and holidays. The job sounded perfect for Brandi.Brandi soon made friends with the other waitress. Her name was Jessica, she was single but going out with a GI named Rick. We all became friends and we would go out together on weekends exploring different places nearby and sometimes going out to a local club together. It was a country-western place but the only club in town so Brandi and I learned to enjoy that. There was also the town movie theater and when we didn’t go out, we played cards. Games like Hearts and Spades. It was nice.For the next four months things went well until one evening Rick showed up at our door and told us that he and Jessica broke up. He was almost crying and we invited him in but he said, “No, I think I am just going to go to my room and be alone.”Brandi and Jessica remained friends as did Rick and me. So, after a while, Rick would come with us to the movies and go out exploring with us. Rick and I even went out drinking together from time to time. Not too much, as it is expensive, but we did enjoy each other’s company.After about a month, one Friday, Rick came by our house at dinner time. We ate dinner and then watched TV. At ten O’clock I had to go to bed as I had to be at work at six-thirty in the morning. Brandi and Rick stayed up as they wanted to finish watching the movie that was on.I have always been a light sleeper. I will hear sounds and if they are familiar sounds, I usually just ignore them but at about midnight I was awakened by a new sound. It was coming from the living room. I got up to see but before I got out of the bedroom door, I heard a man moan. I stopped and then carefully peeked out of the room to the living room. The sound that woke me up was the test tone that TV stations broadcast at the same time they broadcast a test pattern.The test tone and test pattern were broadcasted by all television stations back then at the end of the broadcast day. Since the TV was directly across from the couch, which was located on the wall, I had a clear view of the couch provided by the light coming from the TV.There, kneeling on the floor, was Brandi. She was shirtless and was kneeling right in front of Rick. I could see her head bobbing up and down and heard her slurping and knew she was giving Rick a blow job. I heard him moan. She stopped and shushed him telling him he was going to wake me up with his noise. She went back to giving him a mouth fuck and he moaned again. She shushed him again and even tried to cover his mouth with one of her hands but he still got out another loud moan.Brandi then stood up and said Escort Erzincan to him, “I know how to keep you quiet.” She took off her shorts and panties and then climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt onto his cock. She then covered his mouth with hers and they engaged in kissing while she rode, up and down, on his cock. He moaned again only now it was well muffled by her mouth.Although, she started riding him slowly her speed soon quickened. He soon started pumping his hips up and down meeting her downward drop with his upward thrust. Both of them began moaning into each other’s mouths. Suddenly Rick thrust his cock up into Brandi’s cunt and just held it there. I also saw his ball sack contract and begin pulsing and throbbing. He was grunting and moaning and now his cock inside Brandi’s cunt just stayed there as it pumped hot jism into her.Brandi was cumming too. I could hear her muffled screams as she felt his cock throbbing and pulsating inside her cock wanting cunt. They thrust up and down together for a full minute before they stopped.It’s a funny thing but I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t jealous. What I was feeling was pure lust for Brandi. My cock got hard as a rock.Brandi then stood up and as she stood, I could see the cum and cunt juice mixture drip out of her and onto the floor. It was going to leave a cum stain on our new rug. I heard her then tell Rick to get out of there.She said, “That should do you for now Ricky.  You really need to go now. I need to get into bed before Tom wakes up and comes looking for me. I know he is pretty laid back but I don’t want to test him and neither do you.” She then bent down to pick up her clothes and I quietly got back in bed and pretended to be asleep.All he said was, “Please don’t call me Ricky. I hate that.”Before Brandi got into the bedroom, I heard the front door open and close so Rick had left. I felt Brandi come into the bed and lie down in the bed next to me. Brandi is a back sleeper and sleeps flat on her back.Since Brandi and I always slept in the nude back then I knew she was nude. I pretended to wake up and pulled her over and I got on top of her. As I ground my hard cock into her clit, I closed my mouth over hers and stuck my tongue into it. Our tongues started dancing. I brought my hands up and started squeezing her tits and pinching her rock-hard nipples. I then started moving my mouth down kissing and licking her neck, her tits, her stomach, and to her cunt. She tried to grab my head and tell me no.She was too late. I buried my tongue into her cum filled cunt and started tongue fucking her. I knew she was still turned on and that brought on an almost instant orgasm from her. I could feel her cunt spasming and heard her say, “Oh shit, oh fuck, don’t stop I’m cumming.” I kept eating at her cunt and when I sucked and licked her clit she came again. Between her cunt juices and Rick’s cum a decent-sized cum puddle was forming on our sheets.I then pulled up and rammed my cock into her cunt and started pounding her ass down into the mattress. She had another orgasm and then so did I, filling, her cunt with more cum. I was so excited my cock didn’t get soft and I just kept on fucking her making her cum two more times before I did again. I moved off of her and held her as we both went to sleep.I should note at this point that when Brandi and I were first married we were almost always nude. We slept in the nude and walked around the house nude. The only time we got dressed was when we went out or were expecting company. It was so much more convenient to be nude most of the time since the urge to fuck was almost constant.Anyway, I got up and went to work leaving Brandi to continue sleeping. I did raise the covers for a minute and looked at the cum puddle that was left under her ass before I left. I saw there was still some cum running out of her cunt adding to the puddle. Nothing the laundromat washing machine couldn’t get rid of.As I worked, I did get to thinking that last night was the first time that Brandi fucked Rick. It actually came as no surprise. When Brandi and I would go out with Rick and Jessica there was always a fair amount of sexual tension between Rick and Brandi but no overt gestures. Even though I liked Jessica I felt no attraction towards her however the conversations among the four of us would be filled with sexual innuendos.When I got home from work Brandi met me at the door. Of course, she was nude and she kissed me and as she kissed me, she started undoing my clothes. I could taste the cum that was in her mouth and when we got into the bed, I could see more cum dripping out of her cunt. It was easy to tell Rick had stopped by and fucked Brandi again. She had even sucked the cum out of his balls based on the taste of cum in her mouth.

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Darlene’s Bed And Breakfast – Part Two

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The day arrived that Darlene was opening her new Bed and Breakfast. Darlene has been alone long enough. Darlene has everything that anyone could need right here waiting. She could feel the blood racing through her veins in anticipation of the first call. “RING.” Darlene wanted to seem relaxed, so she let the phone ring several times. Finally, she picked up the phone, and in her most subtle voice, she said, “Thank you for calling Darlene’s Bed and Breakfast.”The call came from a couple recently married. The couple was eager to escape the hustle and bustle of living and wanted a romantic weekend away from everything. Darlene set a date.The day came when the couple arrived, and Darlene was excited to greet them at the door. Darlene registered the couple with a big smile on her face. They talked as she walked the couple to their suite upstairs. The excitement intensified Darlene’s hearing while Darlene walked with the couple down the hall. Darlene could hear every footstep taken along the wooden floor. The couple wanted privacy, and Darlene knew their room would be the last room on the right.When Darlene opened the door to the room for the couple, they smiled as they looked at the rustic room with lanterns on the wall and the fresh paint smell. They had plenty of privacy. The couple was overjoyed when they saw how Darlene had decorated the room in a western setting and handcrafted barn doors. The newlyweds walked over and slid the barn doors from side to side. Their eyes gleamed when they saw their balcony Erzincan Escort and a beautiful lake view.Darlene left the couple alone to get unpacked to enjoy their weekend alone.She went downstairs to start her daily duties when she was startled by a giant hand on her shoulder. Darlene turned around, shocked; her heart was racing. She was not expecting anyone to arrive. But when Darlene turned around and she was looking at this man’s chest, she slowly looked up, and there stood a man with dark hair and blue eyes and a smile from ear to ear. He was captivating. Darlene swallowed hard, and in her subtle voice, she asked if she could help him.The gentleman said, “I sure hope so,” in a deep voice. “I need some time to myself; I am recently divorced and looking to meet new people and get started on my life again.”Darlene smiled and looked at the man standing before her; she blushed and didn’t know why. Darlene finally composed herself and asked him to follow her. They chatted on the way to her office to register him and ensure that she put him in a room that fits. “So there, that is it; you are all signed in.” Looking down at his signature on the paper, she said, “Spencer, there are several rooms upstairs and four open down on the first level.”Spencer was tall, dark, and handsome, with blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. She debated on what room to put him in since his overall look was in a business suit and tie. However, before she could make her decision, he said, “I would like a room Erzincan Escort Bayan upstairs if one is available.”The room she had available was across the hall from the newlyweds. Darlene explained this to Spencer, and he was not disturbed by this at all. She asked Spencer to follow her and showed him to the room. He opened the door, and the smell of fresh paint and the scenery of the new room took Spencer by surprise. The room was of an old-fashioned train set with a moving train that went around the room when the light turned on. With pictures of historic train stations hanging on the walls.Looking toward the door that led to his balcony, Spencer asked, “Are these carriage doors?”Darlene nodded yes with a shy smile.Spencer walked over to the door and opened it to a sturdy balcony made from train rails from one of the old railroads not too far from here.”The lake in full view is captivating,” Spencer said. He went on to say, “Since I was a little boy, I had been captivated by trains.” Spencer thanked Darlene as she walked out the door.Darlene smiled in delight and closed the door to Spencer’s room, leaving him to unpack. When she stepped into the hallway, she looked toward the window separating the rooms; she walked over to look at the lake. Darlene smiled and turned to walk away.She heard a soft moan coming from the newlywed’s room. Their cracked door let Darlene see into the room. Darlene thought they should have closed their door so no one could peek in. But as Darlene Escort Erzincan passed the door, she could not resist looking in.Two naked and beautiful bodies lay intertwined, and all Darlene saw was a rock-hard ass moving slowly. Darlene looked away to give them privacy.Business as usual, she walked down the hallway to the staircase, holding on to the vintage railings going down. Darlene’s mind drifted to what she had seen, her hand gliding softly across the rail as she moved from step to step. Images of his ass made her think of how long it had been since Darlene had been touched.Darlene decided she would have vegetable soup tonight. So, Darlene prepared the meal and let it simmer for a while. Then Darlene went about her day till it was time to eat. Six o’clock rolled around, and so she started setting the dinner table. The table was Victorian and had chairs with high backs to them. On the table was a runner with candles in the center. This day had shocked her, but she figured the guests were tired and taking in the view from above. The dining room was set with old Victorian-style pictures and candles on the table to give light to the room.The guest started arriving, and Spencer was the first to come downstairs. She said, “Right on time, Spencer. I hope you’re having a good time.”Spencer smiled and nodded, expressing,” The view and the lake are beautiful.”Darlene could hear the newlyweds laughing as they turned the corner into the dining room. The smiles on their face said it all. They sat at the table at the opposite end, laughing and giggling as if Spencer and Darlene were not there. Darlene looked down at Spencer and caught him looking at her. They both smiled because they knew they were young newlyweds. Everyone enjoyed their full stomachs and did whatever hit their minds.

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Sweet Sucking Sister

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Sweet Sucking Sister by rmdexter

“Come in,” I called out quietly after hearing the soft tap at my door. I’d been busy pulling the tails of my shirt out of my jeans as I started to get undressed.

As expected, my 18-year-old sister stepped in and gently closed the door behind her, looking cute as a button. Since it was shortly after 11:00pm, I wasn’t surprised to see her dressed for bed, in an outfit she knew I liked. There wasn’t really much to it, just a t-shirt and panties, but she sure as fuck made those two simple pieces of clothing look fantastic. She’d never lost that cute bit of baby-fat she had as an infant, and that added soft lushness made her look all the more touchable. Looking at her, I longed to reach out and run my hands over every alluring curve, pronounced hill, and enticing valley.

The pink t-shirt with a cartoon character of a kitty on it hugged her curvy form spectacularly, molding itself to that exaggerated hourglass figure of hers. To say my sister’s breasts were large would be an understatement; those tits of hers were massive. From the times I’d raided her laundry hamper I knew she wore a size 34DD. From the way she seemed to swell out over the tops of her bras in the tight sweaters she made it a habit to wear, I figured she was probably due to go up to an E-cup soon, not that I was complaining. But tonight, beneath that big doe-eyed kitty, she was braless. The huge spheres thrust against the restraining fabric, which was definitely a size too small for her as well. The worn fabric showed every delicious curve and swell of her tremendous breasts, topped off by the impressive buds of her stiff nipples, which thrust enticingly against the soft fabric, bold shadows clearly visible on her t-shirt beneath the rigid buttons. I felt myself salivating as my eyes zeroed in on those luscious mounds and thrusting nipples.

Her t-shirt ended just above where her lush thighs came together, giving me just a teasing glimpse of the panties beneath. They were pure white and, through the worn fabric of her t-shirt, I could see they were cut wickedly high on her hips, just as she knew I liked. The glimpse I had showed those panties gently cupping the warm mound of her full pussy, making my salivary glands start to work overtime.

I had to use my willpower to draw my eyes away from her cute, lush body, my eyes looking up at a face that could have belonged to the sweetest, and what looked like the most innocent, angel put here on Earth. My sister was so sincerely cute it made your heart melt just to look into those big blue eyes of hers, brimming with warmth and caring. Along with a cute button nose, she had plump cheekbones that gave her a baby-fresh look that made everyone want to protect and take care of her. A wide full mouth with lips like soft red pillows was especially enchanting. That cherubic face was framed by a halo of silky honey-blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, giving her the heartwarming look of a perfect angel.

Apart from the tight pink t-shirt and barely-there panties, my sister came into my room bearing one other notable ‘piece of equipment’, as I call it; a white scrunchie on her wrist. Every time my sister came into my room, one of her many scrunchies came with her, wrapped around her wrist. But it never stayed there for long.

Although my sister looked the part, from personal experience I knew she was far from being the angel most people saw. Knowing what I know, and what I was expecting from her visit, my cock was already on the rise as I looked at her leaning back against the door, the intoxicating allure of innocence oozing from every pore.

“You’re home early. I thought you were out with Liz. Usually you end up staying in her dorm room most Friday nights. What happened, did she kick you out or something?”

My sister’s question had broken through my lurid thoughts. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on a chair in the corner of my room as I shrugged, “Yeah, we caught a movie and then she wanted me to take her home. Her parents are coming into town early tomorrow and she has to get up early, some kind of all-day family thing. That’s the reason I’m home early. When did Mom and Dad go to bed?”

She tipped her head towards the far side of the house, where my parents’ bedroom was, as far as possible from the two of us, which suited us perfectly. “About 10:00. They’re getting up early to go and visit Aunt Mary and Uncle Sid for the day.”

She paused as her eyes roamed over my chest, making me proud of the hours I’d put in at the weight room at the gym.

“So, Liz…did you fuck her tonight?”

This question didn’t surprise me at all. I shrugged again, a sly smile on my face as I looked her in the eye. “What do you think?”

My sister returned my gaze, a devilish twinkle in her own eyes. “How many times?”

“Just once. That’s all she had time for.”

This brought a soft smile to my sister’s pretty face. “Just once? That’s so Denizli Escort unlike you, big brother. So, does that mean you’ve got another load or two in there for little ole me?”

Like I said, my sister was far from the angel she appeared to be. Sucking cock was her thing. She was one of those girls that all those analogies about cocksucking are written about: ‘she could suck the chrome off a car bumper’, ‘she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose’, that kind of thing.

When it came to sucking cock, my sister had the title of Champion Cocksucker locked up, or ‘sucked up’, actually. She wasn’t a virgin by any means, but sucking cock was what she loved more than anything. One of the guys she’d fucked told me she was hot as pistol, but she still preferred sucking him off to getting his cock inside her.

I had tried to go that route myself, but the first time she saw my cock, she shut that idea down in a hurry.

“There’s no way you’re putting that monster inside me. I’ll suck you off as much as you want, but you’re nuts if you think you’re gonna fuck me. That cock’d split me in two.”

Fortunately, I was a blessed in the endowment category, but my sister was adamant she’d have nothing to do with taking my numerous inches inside her. But with her talent as a sword-swallower, I wasn’t complaining at all. Liz could take every last inch into that sweet young pussy of hers, so I was fine without fucking my sister, as much as I would have loved to. Nobody had the talent to satisfy a big piece of meat like my sister and that luscious hot wet mouth of hers.

I finally got around to answering my sister’s question.

“Do I have another load or two for you?” I paused and shook my head as I made a little tsk sound of dismay. “You should know me better than that by now.”

My sister slowly sidled across the room, her head tipped teasingly to the side as she gave me a cock-hardening coquettish glance.

“Well… Since you said you only fucked Liz once, I’m sure you’ve got some more of that sweet warm cream for me, don’t you, big brother?”

She was close now and, as she finished speaking, her fingertip traced along the side of my jaw, her pure innocent sexuality making my breath rasp in my chest.

“Definitely,” I said as I slowly undid the button of my jeans and started to draw my zipper down. “How many more loads you want is up to you. You know I can feed you all night long. If that’s what you want?”

“Hmm, that sounds like an offer a hungry girl like me can’t pass up,” my sister said as slid the scrunchie off her wrist and quickly whipped her blonde hair into a tight ponytail. She slowly sunk to her knees, her hands replacing mine on my zipper.

I looked down as she ran her delicate little hands over my package, her fingers curling around the tube of flesh protruding down the inside of my left thigh. Her gentle touch and the wanton look in her eyes had my cock growing, extending further down my leg as it filled and stiffened. She leaned even closer, running the tip of her tongue over the pronounced bulge.

“Mmm, I can smell that sweet young cunt of Liz’s right through your jeans.”

Her hands were on my backside now, pressing my stiffening cock harder against her face. She pulled back for a second and looked up at me, her blue eyes full of mischief.

“What do you think, do you think Liz would be up for me being fluffer and clean-up girl for the two of you sometime? You know I love the taste of her pussy.”

I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face.

“I think that definitely is a possibility. Liz can be pretty wild sometimes. Let me work on that but, for now, I think there’s something your mouth should be doing instead of talking.”

I knew my sister liked it when I talked to her like that. She was all innocence, flirtation, with a little bit of tease thrown in, but when it came right down to it, she liked to be submissive, to do as I asked. Just as long as I didn’t try to fuck her that is.

Having been given her instruction, my sister drew my zipper all the way down and then reached for my waistband, tugging my jeans down. I had gone commando, as usual, and as she pulled, my jeans got hung up temporarily as my stiffening cock caught on the material. Not to be denied, she tugged hard and my jeans went down. My stiffening cock all but burst forth, rising up in a fury, a drooling web of precum flying off and slashing across her face, leaving a nasty snail trail from her chin to her hairline.

“Ohhnnn…” I was used to hearing those soft moans and whimpers from her when something like that happened and, as I looked down, I saw her tongue run out and circle her lips, gathering in some of the tasty cock-sap.

“That’s better,” I said as I kicked my jeans aside. I pulled down my covers, stacked my pillows on top of each other, and took my usual place leaning back against the headboard. I spread my legs well apart as I wrapped my hand around my turgid prick, Denizli Escort Bayan pointing the drooling tip right at her as I gave it a slow stroke, more glistening precum brimming to the surface. ‘C’mon, sis, there’s a nice appetizer for you, come and get it.”

With another little whimper of need, my sister crawled onto the bed and took her usual spot between my spread thighs. From the warm glow cast on the bed by the lamp on my night table, I could see the tips of her huge breasts all but touching the sheets as she moved forward on all fours between my legs. I looked up to her face, her eyes glassy with desire, her lips wet from the hunger I knew she was feeling. She leaned forward and pursed those sweet soft lips of hers into a kiss, then placed them right on the tip of my cock and sucked, drawing the warm syrupy cock-sap into her mouth.

“Mmm…” she let out a little purr as her eyes closed and I saw the muscles in her neck contract as she swallowed.

I couldn’t help but smile, those warm lips feeling like heaven on my throbbing cockhead. “Don’t worry, you’ll get more of that soon enough, but right now, get that talented tongue of yours right in there and lick up all of Liz’s cunt cream you want.”

My sister compliantly did as I asked, moving her mouth right down to the juncture of my thigh with my body, her warm tongue licking the crease there, lapping up the drying sticky remnants left from Liz’s juicy cunt when I’d fucked her hard just an hour ago. My sister purred again as she went about her work, licking and sucking, swallowing and swallowing. She nudged her head beneath my rising cock and held my balls in her hand, licking over every square inch as she lapped up Liz’s creamy honey.

Having totally cleaned my crotch area, I watched as my sister started slowly working her way up my rigid prick, her lips pursed forward as she pressed them against the throbbing shaft, sucking softly against it as her tongue pressed forward to gather in my girlfriend’s succulent juices.

When she had my twitching cock totally clean, she rose up slightly, then pressed her ovaled lips against the tip, her eyes closing in what looked like pure bliss as she started to slide downwards. I watched her lips stretch wide as she barely made it past the rope-like ridge of my corona, my engorged cockhead now safely trapped within her hot wet mouth. She paused for a second, her tongue bathing the crimson crown with her hot spit. Fuck, did that ever feel fantastic!

And then she reached forward and took my hands, placing them on each side of her head. I smiled, knowing how much she loved it when I took control of her, and how much I loved it too. Working her hot drooling mouth like a sex toy, I slowly moved her head up and down on my prick, rocking my hips slightly so my thick hard cock touched every square inch of the hot wet tissues inside her mouth.

“Ohmmm…”

She was moaning and groaning constantly now, and while one of her hands was busy gently cradling and massaging my swollen nuts, I saw her other hand dive down between her legs. This was typical for her, bringing herself off at the same time she sucked me off. It was the nature of our relationship, and we were both happy with it. We both got exactly what we wanted.

“That’s it, just a little more,” I said softly as I worked her mouth up and down on throbbing prick, “and you’ll get your first load of medicine.”

This brought another moan from deep in her throat, the lusty groan vibrating right through my cock and sending my libido soaring. My sister was a slobbery cocksucker, and this time was no exception. I could see her slippery spit oozing from the corners of her mouth as I moved her pursed lips up and down, slimy rivulets of hot saliva sliding erotically down the surface of my thrusting cock.

She moved her hand from my sack to the base of my cock, and then started to do that thing she does that always drives me crazy. She scratched gently at the taut skin around the base of my cock, her sharp fingernails leaving small pink trails on my skin. That teasing touch of hers never failed to have me climbing the walls in seconds flat. Between that and her hot tongue rolling all over the shaft of my throbbing dick, I was a goner. I felt the boiling semen in my nuts start to speed up the shaft of my cock.

“OH FUCK! I’M GONNA…I’M GONNA COME!” I warned as I started to go off. I felt my body flexing and shaking as the first thick rope of cum jettisoned forth, plastering itself against the tissues at the opening of her throat. I kept working her mouth up and down as I continued to go off, totally unloading shot after shot of hot, thick cum deep into her eagerly-sucking mouth.

“EHMMM!!!…EHMMM!!!”

I heard my sister let off that tell-tale squeal of hers that I’d come to know so well, letting me know her own fingers had brought her off at the same time I was flooding her mouth. But even when she was coming, she kept sucking like the hot little Escort Denizli cocksucker she was. Her tongue and lips were working their magic on my cock as she drew out rope after rope of sizzling spunk. She was swallowing and swallowing, but still white trickles of jizz oozed from the corners of her stretched lips.

“OH FUCK…YES!” I said with guttural groan as I threw my head back and let the intense pleasure roll through me. When my sister sucked me off, it never failed to take me to the exquisite heights only that hot mouth of hers could reach. And, knowing how hungry she usually was, I knew we weren’t done for the night.

“As usual, that was fantastic,” I said as I started to come down from my orgasmic high.

My sister looked up at me, her eyes smiling as she kept gently sucking and nursing on the seeping tip of my cock, getting every drop of creamy seed out of me that she could. She finally slid her mouth off the end my dick, licking her lips salaciously.

“God, I love the taste of your cum, big brother,” she said. “But you’re still hard. Does that mean you’ve got more for me?” She looked at me with a teasing look in her eye as she drew one fingertip over the oozing red eye and then licked it clean.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” I said as I released my grip on her head. “How do you want the next one?”

“You know I love it when you fuck my face.”

I was only too happy to oblige. With a smile on my face, and my turgid cock still standing at attention, I slid out to the side and we switched spots. My sister was now propped up against the pillows with her back to the headboard. This was a position we’d been in many times, so I went right ahead and swung my leg over her lush curvy body, my knees resting on each side of the swells of her breasts. I looked down at the massive spheres, her braless tits settling nicely over the full breadth of her chest, her nipples hard as diamonds as they poked against the soft fabric of her t-shirt.

“Slow and easy, or good and hard?” I asked. I started to lever my hips forward as I wrapped my hand around my turgid dick and pointed it right at her face.

“Slow and easy for a little bit, and then give it to me with all you’ve got.”

She looked up at me and I could see the desire in her eyes.

“And you want me to blow this load all over your face, right?”

“Of course,” she replied, that mischievous look on her face as she formed her mouth into a nice wet target for me.

Not wanting to waste time, I flexed my hips forward and watched as my thick cock made those sweet lips spread wide, her jaw opening as far as it could as I slid right into her hot wet mouth.

“Mmm,” she purred again, and her eyes closed as she clamped down on my cock, her tongue starting to work its magic already.

With my surging prick firmly locked between her lips, I released my hand from around the shaft and reached up for the headboard, grasping it with both hands. With a firm grip there and my knees planted on each side of her, I started slowly rocking my hips, sliding my prick smoothly in and out of her pursed lips.

“Mmm…” she purred again as I got into a slow rhythm, working my cock back and forth as she got used to the thickness and length. I smiled as I looked down at her lips sucking at it, feeling her tongue against my cock as she really went to work. That’s one thing we both liked about her insistent use of the scrunchie; neither one of us wanted any stray hair to get in the way of that talented mouth of hers. Her hair was still pulled well back, securely anchored in that ponytail as I felt her hands come up and grasp the cheeks of my ass, pulling me forwards, letting me know she was ready for more.

It was nice that our mom and dad’s bedroom was at the opposite side of the house, because when I started to fuck her face harder, the headboard started to beat a steady tattoo on the wall. At first, we’d been afraid of being caught because of the noise but nothing had ever happened, and it had been many times since the first time that I’d fucked her face like this.

“Uhn…uhn…uhn…” I was giving off little grunts of pleasure now as I levered my midsection back and forth, sometimes throwing in a slow hip-roll so I felt the warm wet heat of her whole mouth. She was moaning and whimpering with bliss as I fucked her face good and hard, spit drooling from the corners of her mouth and dangling off the underside of my throttling cock to drop erotically on the swells of her breasts. I watched her hand shoot down between her legs again and could smell the intense warm scent of her pussy as I glanced over my shoulder to see her fingers working busily beneath her panties.

Not wanting to come right away, I eased back and slowed down, and then proceeded to ramp things up again as I fucked her face good and hard. She came twice while I was speeding up and then slowed down a couple of times, and then I couldn’t put it off any longer, her mouth was just too hot. I was flexing my hips like crazy and she was whimpering like a wild thing as I felt my climax start. Two more good hard thrusts were all I could stand before I drew back, pulled my surging dick right out of her mouth and quickly wrapped my hand around the bucking shaft.

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Zoe continues:

I know he’s my brother, but I love him so much. I know that it’s not right by all morality standards, but I can’t help it. Most brothers and sisters I know fight like cats and dogs, but not Bobby and I. Ever since we were young, Bobby has always watched out for me. The boys in our school learned early not to disrespect me. Bobby thumped more than one that said rude things or lied about my virtue. Mom bathed us in the same tub until I was 7. I was disappointed when she separated us, but Bobby told me later when we were older that he got a hardon one time and mom said it’s time to bathe alone now.

Bobby was never inappropriate with me, he never tried anything sexual with me or my girlfriends that would come around. The girls in school all vied for his attention. He is witty, smart and so good looking. His blond hair always looked good even if it was unkempt, sweaty from working out or combed perfectly, which it usually was. His baby blue eyes were impossible to miss. When he looks at you, the knees of even the lesbians went weak. More than once I caught the female teachers looking at him with desire in their hearts. Even at a young age I was jealous of the girls he dated or showed interest in, but hid it.

When I had sleepovers with my friends they would try and get a peek at him when he would shower. Always trying to get him to noticed them. Lucky for me, he never complained or hid himself when I would walk into the bathroom when he was in there unless he was taking a shit, but he locked the door when he did that and I didn’t want to see that anyway. I would sometimes talk to him while he was in the shower not letting him see me looking at his cock and balls. I had no problem sitting to pee in front of him. I hoped he would look at me. While most of my girlfriends were fantasizing about various boy bands or TV/movie studs, I thought about Bobby. When he would give me a hug or a brotherly kiss on the cheek, I would melt.

So now, all my dreams have become reality, I’m fucking my brother. I’m not only fucking him, I have given myself to him. I call him Master, because I think it turns him on. I know it turns me on. I trust him so much that I have decided to be his slave. I know he will never intentionally hurt me, though he does make me soar on occasion, but, as I told him, it’s a good soar. Recently, I have even let Aunt Corrie do things to me, because it turns him on. I don’t mind her advances and even like them but it’s for Bobby, my Master. That makes me wet every time I call him that. He called my his slave and I almost came. I will share him, I just want to be a part of the situation. I also know that will not always be possible, but during this quarantine I don’t think I’ll miss much.

Last night Bobby fucked me to multiple orgasms as we watched Amy touch herself. I could feel his desire for her and I am going to give her to him. I woke up this morning naked in his arms, where I always want to wake up. I could feel his breath on my neck and didn’t want to move, but I had a plan. I eased out of bed, grabbed a shower, put on some shorts sans panties and bra and one of Bobby’s wife beater t-shirts, I looked hot, my nipples pointing against his shirt and headed over to Amy’s

Amy’s father passed away a couple of years ago in a work related accident. The lawsuit that followed left her mother a sizable award so they would never have to worry about money. So it’s just Amy and her mother, Jeannie Dean in their home. Mrs. Dean has always been cool. She smokes weed and thinks nobody knows. We pinch her bag when we want to fire up. She hasn’t dated since her husband died, but I have observed her giving Bobby the up and down with her eyes. There is no law against reckless eyeballs I guess.

I knocked on her front door and Mrs. Dean answered and informed me that she didn’t think Amy was up yet, but to go on up to her room. I climbed the stairs and carefully opened her bedroom door, hoping she would still be asleep, she was. Amy must have been warm because her covers were kicked off, giving a view of her. She was wearing a light blue babydoll with matching panties. “You little slut,” I thought. I looked out her window and could see my brother laying in bed. He must have been warm as well, cause he was uncovered, laying on his side, where I had left him. I could see that muscular back and that tight ass. It made me shiver. I sent him a text message to wake him up. I watched as he stirred and grabbed his phone off his nightstand. I told him I was at Amy’s. He rolled over seeing me and blew me a kiss, God I love that man.

I sent another message and told him to lay on his back and get himself hard. He caught on right away, but had to piss first. I waited till he got back and got into position. Moving to Amy I kneeled down next to her bed and ran one finger, ever so lightly across her panties, finding her clit. I rubbed softly until she gave a little moan. I looked to Bobby, who was looking, watching me. He was slowly tugging on Çorum Escort his wonderful manhood. I continued working Amy’s clit and she instinctively spread her legs, giving me easier access to her vagina. After a minute, with increasing moans, her eyes opened. Seeing me and what I was doing she said, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I put my finger to my lips, shushing her and whispered, “If you have to pee, do it now.”

“What? I already did that about an hour ago. What the fuck are you doing?” she said again in a quieter voice.

I just pointed out her bedroom window. She raised up, sitting on her bed and looked at my brother, who was now looking at the ceiling and pumping his cock up and down. She got right out of bed and walked to her window and was watching him, she never said a word. I came up behind her, put my right arm around her, reached under her babydoll and cupped her right breast and my left hand found her crotch. I ran my tongue down her neck and shoulder and whispered in her ear, “He’s thinking about your orgasm last night.” sliding my hand inside her panties, finding her clit again with my finger.

She moaned and leaned into me.

“Do you want to fuck my brother?” I continued whispering. “Do you want to suck that hard cock that you are watching? Do you want to feel him mount you, filling your wet pussy? Do you want to fill his cum fill up you insides?

“Oh God, yes.”

Bobby rolled his head to the side at that moment and looked right at us and she started to move to hide, but I held her still. Bobby’s strokes became faster. I grabbed her babydoll and pulled it over her head, letting the beautiful auburn hair fall all around her shoulders, back and chest, partially covering her breasts.

“Do you see his cock?”

“Yes”

I circled her clit with two fingers as I pulled her hair away from her hardening nipples. I bent down and pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them, moving right up to the window. With my foot, I moved her ankle, spreading her stance and let a finger slid between the wet lips of her pussy. She again leaned into me, pushing her hips toward my brothers watching eyes.

“Do you want my brothers cock head right here?” I continued in her ear as I pushed my finger into her opening, feeling her juice coving my digit.

“Yes” Her breathing becoming rapid.

I pinched her nipple and pushed my finger deeper into her quivering body.

I watched as Bobby stood up out of bed and too walked right up to his window, never stopping his pumping or staring at Amy’s eyes. I could see him leaking, a long drip of precum stream toward the floor.

“Do you want to taste that precum that is dripping from him?”

“Oh, God yes.” Amy gasped, her legs starting to shake.

“Do you want to cum on that hard cock?”

“YES!” As I slid a second finger into her.

We watched as Bobby’s hip started to jerk a bit and not taking his eyes off her trembling body shot a stream of cum onto his closed window and I said in her ear, “He’s cumming for you. He’s filling your cunt.” as I was working my fingers in and out of her, tugging first one then the other nipple.

Amy all but screamed, “Cum in me Bobby, cum in me.” and her body convulsed in my arms, almost knocking us to the floor. Bobby shooting multiple shots of cum onto the window. Amy still shaking, Bobby let go of his cock and brought his hand up to his mouth, looking at Amy and licked the cum from his fingers, sending Amy into another spasm of lust.

From behind me I heard, “Oh my.” and as I turned to look, saw Amy’s bedroom door close. I then knew that Mrs. Dean had seen all or at least the end of what had just happened. I don’t think Amy had heard her as she stared at my brother who blew her a kiss, waved and walked off to his bathroom, leaving his trembling neighbor in the arms of his sister.

Amy trying to get her composure back said, “I want to, no, I am going to fuck that man, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“If I allow it.” I said as I pulled my fingers out of her.

She turned to me and pleadingly said, “Please Zoe, I have to fuck him, I have to have his cum. You wouldn’t stop me would you?”

I new I had her. Now I was the Master and this was my slave. “You do what I tell you, when I tell you and I will make it happen, but if you disobey me, even one time, if you hesitate even one time, I will not let you get near him. Rubbing yourself in this window every day, will be the closest you get to him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, what ever you say, when ever you say.”

“Call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.” her voice trembling.

Looking at her beautiful green eyes that were dilated, a sweet tear running down her cheek, I said “Put a finger in your cunt and get it wet.” She did. “Now, put it in my mouth.” She raised her shaking hand to my lips and watched me suck her finger into my mouth, never losing eye contact. I sucked her finger, tasting her, “Now give me your tongue. She Çorum Escort Bayan pressed her lips to mine, sliding her pink tastebuds into my mouth. We kissed and our breasts pushed into each other, nipples hard as I pulled her close. After a nice long passionate kiss, I pulled away and in a authoritative voice said, “You will be at my front door at exactly 8:00 P.M. You will not be wearing any panties of bra under your clothes. You will be showered clean, inside and out, shaved, powdered and perfumed. Do you understand me?

“Yes Mistress.”

With that I turned and left her bedroom, leaving her standing there with her mouth open. As I shut the door, I saw her looking at me, then smiling, the door closed. As I passed her mothers bedroom, this door also closed, I said, “Goodbye, Mrs. Dean.” I heard her moan. I continued, Amy is spending the night at my house tonight.” Another moan. “Come over for drinks with my mom and Aunt Corrie tonight.” I thought I heard a muffled scream and I went home knowing she was fucking herself, thinking of my brother. I may have to make her my slave as well. Oh, maybe make her and Amy do things together. Now my pussy was leaking.

When I got home I found everybody out in the back yard. Bobby was laying in a lawn chair, by the pool wearing his shorts, tanning his hard body. Mom and Aunt Corrie were doing their morning yoga. Both in the “Child’s Pose”, on their knees, bent over, arms stretched out over their heads. From Bobby’s position he was looking right at the stretching woman’s asses. I took a chair next to Bobby and whispered, “Morning Master. I am planning you a tasty dessert for this evening. You will need your appetite. The sun is hot, please allow me to put some tanning oil on you.”

Not taking his eyes off the ladies he said, “That would be nice, thank you slave.”

I walked to the swim house, where guest could change and shower and looked at the tanning products we kept there next to an assortment of towels. Oil or lotion? I decided on the oil. Returning to my brother, reclining on his back, his head turned to watch mom and Aunt Corrie, I knelt next to him. Pulling off the wife beater I was wearing so as to not get oil on it, I opened the bottle. I applied copious amounts of oil to Bobby’s shoulders, neck, arms, chest and flat stomach. I also smeared the oil across my tits and belly, causing my nipples to harden. Moving down to my brothers legs I began to oil them from the top of his feet moving upwards.

Mom and Aunt Corrie had moved into the “Cat Pose”, on their hands and knees arching their backs up and then down, holding each position for a time. I could see that neither of them had anything under their yoga pants. Both of their vulvas were forming a very notable “Camel Toe”. Knelling next to each other, I could see them whispering back and forth, not looking at us.

I worked the oil up over my Masters knees and thighs. The ladies then moved into the “Downward-Facing Dog” pose. Hands outstretched above their heads, palms down, feet flat, asses raised high, forming a triangle with the yoga mats they were using. I slid my oily hand up the leg of Bobby’s shorts, taking his growing penis in my warm hand. He never took his eyes off the woman. In their pose they were able to look back at us, but nobody was speaking. I saw Aunt Corrie wink at me. I looked at mom as saw her looking as I slid my hand out of my brother’s short and continued applying oil. I stopped caring what anybody outside of our family, except for dad, thought or saw anymore and slid my hand back into his shorts and palmed what I now considered my cock.

Mom said calmly, “Zoe, where is you shirt? Your breasts are exposed.”

“Didn’t want to get oil on it. There’s nobody out here that hasn’t seen my tits before.”

Moving my hand back out of the shorts and then back in, coating his cock and testicles with oil, I raised the leg of his shorts, giving mom and Aunt Corrie a view of what was now Bobby’s hard, oily cock. I could hear both of the woman suck in a breath.

Standing up to face Bobby and I, the ladies laid down into the “Corpse Pose”. Laying flat on their backs, arms at their sides, legs slightly apart. We could see the outline of their pussy’s, both with a growing wet spot. Bobby reached out and let his hand trail down my back, sending shivers through my body. His touch always caused my pussy to moisten. After they had cooled down, Aunt Corrie stood up and said, “I’m going for a swim.” She then pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her breasts and then dropped her pants, leaving her naked.

Mom blurted out, “Corrie, Bobby’s right there.”

Aunt Corrie, not even looking back, replied, “The man is 20 years old. He’s seen naked women before.” and then dived into the pool.

Mom stood, looked at Corrie, then at Bobby and I. I know she could see my hand stroking my brothers meat and said, “I’m going to go shower.” But, instead of going into the house, she headed for the swim house. Walking Escort Çorum right passed us, not acknowledging my hand placement. The wet spot in her crotch had grown considerably. She disappeared into the swim house as we watched her beautiful ass roll from side to side as she walked. Bobby sat up, turned my head to him and kissed me. Then he stood, dropped his shorts, his cock standing proud and jumped into the pool with our Aunt.

I stood, shed my shorts and joined them, swimming to my brothers arms and kissing him. Aunt Corrie was floating on her back in the water, her tits in and out of the water, her nipples visibly hard. Her arms and legs slowly moving back and forth, keeping her afloat. I released the kiss and watched Bobby roll over onto his back to float, but I put my arms under his back and held him afloat, his hard member looked like a submarine periscope.

The swim house is not so much a house but an eight foot enclosed privacy fence with a roof about a foot above the fence. There is a shower and hooks on the walls for clothes. A refrigerator, full of various beers and a well stocked bar. I glanced up at the house and could see mom was standing on a chair, peeking over the fence at us. I am sure she had stripped for the shower because I could see her bare shoulder. Aunt Corrie moved over to Bobby and I, putting arms under my brother holding him up as well, staring at his hardon. My heart was racing, because if mom didn’t know what was going on with Bobby and I, she was about to find out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see mom watching us, unmoving, quite.

I looked into Aunt Corrie’s eyes as she stood on the other side of Bobby, holding him up. She also knew her sister was watching and whispered, “Do it.”

I asked, “Is this your favor?”

“Nope, now suck your brothers cock.”

I looked at Bobby’s face and he was watching our mother, staring at his cock. I think it got even harder.

I bent down and took Bobby’s hardon into my mouth and down my throat. I heard mom gasp, as she almost fell off the chair she was standing on. I held my brother deep for a moment, then started letting him slide out and then back in. Aunt Corrie brought a hand up between his legs and started to gently massage his balls. Bobby groaned watching mom, her mouth open. With my brothers cock in and out of my mouth, I looked at mom. I could see her shoulder moving up and down. I knew she was working her pussy as she watched me blow Bobby.

For what had been at least five minutes, nobody said a word. All I could hear was heaving breathing from all of us and the sound of water splashing around us. I knew Bobby was getting close, he reached down and grabbed my ass and I’m sure Aunt Corrie’s as well. As I sucked faster and faster, Aunt Corrie with oil that I had applied to Bobby’s balls, reached under and slid a finger up his ass until the finger was all the way inside of him. With a grunt his balls unloaded up his shaft and into my waiting mouth. I took his full load into my mouth not spilling a drop. When he was empty, Aunt Corrie released him and he sank. She grabbed my head and pressed her lips to mine, forcing my mouth open and sucking his seed into her mouth. I heard mom cry out as I’m sure she was cumming. Our tongues fought over my brothers seed, swallowing all we could get. Bobby surfaced and started kissing one then the other, tasting his own cum. Mom cried out again.

I looked to mom, but she had now disappeared behind the fence and I could hear the shower turn on. I heard liquor bottles clinking. Guess she needed a stiff one of her own. I swam away from the other two and happened to look up into Mrs. Dean’s bedroom window which overlooked our backyard. I could see her standing there naked with one hand on her large breast and the other between her nicely shaped legs. When she saw me looking, I waved for to come down and join us, but she just backed away from the window embarrassed. Well, I guess the cats out of the bag.

Bobby started swimming laps, Aunt Corrie climbed out of the pool and went into the swim house. I decided to go take a shower and get a nap before this evenings activities. As I was making my way out of the pool, Bobby said, “Slave girl done good.” He swam to me, took me in his arms kissing me. When our lips parted, he looked in my eyes and said in his best domineering voice, “Slave girl done real good, Masters special girl, Masters only girl.” and grabbed my ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze, as he pulled me tight into him. I released a flood of juice into the pool. He returned to his laps, his shinny ass bobbing out of the water as he swam. As I got out of the pool, naked as the day I was born. I spied Mrs. Dean, back at the window watching my brother as she played with her pussy. I smiled to myself as I retrieved my clothes and Bobby’s shorts and went to my bedroom anticipating the coming evening. Before I jumped into the shower, I sent Amy a text. “Bring some of your mom’s weed tonight.”

I was having a great nap, dreaming of my Master, my brother, my lover. I was awakened by Aunt Corrie kissing me. I was still naked and she was fondling my breasts as she kissed me. She said, “It’s time for dinner. Don’t put on anything but a pair a panties and come on down.”

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