Secrets and Solace Pt. 03

Secrets and Solace Pt. 03

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Shannon unzipped her jacket. “This is the weather the day after Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, Texas weather,” Brandon replied. Hemmed in by hundreds of people, it had taken nearly 15 minutes to traverse three blocks from the Alamo and they still had at least two more to go before they reached the River Walk. Nightfall had brought a cool breeze but he would’ve been more comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt.

“It’s a shame your girlfriend couldn’t make it,” Shannon teased.

“Keisha’s not my girlfriend,” Brendan replied. “But this is the first holiday leave either of us have gotten. She wanted to see her family in Nashville.”

The crush of people repeatedly jostled Shannon against Brendan. Her sumptuous body pressed next to his, stoking his hunger for her. They had not been together since Florida, eleven months ago. They shared a hotel bed there. Still, catholic guilt made them awkward in the mere hours since he met her at the airport.

“You want a beer?” Brendan asked, motioning for a cart where an old man sold sodas, beer, and bottles of water.

“You think we can?”

“No one is carding here. Hell, I’m not sure that the cart is even legal.”

Legal or not, the old man worked with practiced speed. Eight people traded cash for bottles and cans in less than 90 seconds. When Brendan got to the old man, he held up two fingers. “Beers.”

“Seven.”

“Good” Brendan traded a $10 bill for two green bottles of beer. “Keep the change.”

He handed her a bottle, guiding her back to the crowd. They shuffled with the immense throng, inching toward the River Walk. Shannon’s ass swayed back and forth across his crotch, both hypnotic and maddening at the same time.

She sipped the beer. “They do this every year?”

“Yep. Families come from all over the state and even from Mexico for the lighting of the River Walk.”

“Christ, is that the line for Wendy’s?”

Brendan followed her gaze to a line snaking out of a storefront and down the block. He caught sight of a slight woman with a bobbed hairdo but couldn’t be sure if it was his lieutenant. “Yep, but we’ll get something at the place I told you about.”

Half a block from the steps down to the River Walk, they passed a patio bar where a band of white dudes sang a Justin Bieber song in a reggae arrangement.

“Seriously?” Shannon laughed.

“Apparently,” Brendan replied. The band transitioned to a ballad by Selena and the mostly Latino crowd cheered and then began to sing along.

“Hey,” Shannon said, stepping out of the shuffling crush. “I think I know this song.”

“Yeah, it came out before we were born but it’s crazy popular here.”

The crowd singing the ballad, coupled with the atmosphere of goodwill and joy touched Brendan. He smiled at Shannon, glad to share this moment with his sister. She smiled back and rose up on her toes to kiss him. But a group of women just behind her cheered, drawing his attention to a couple already kissing and then he saw ash-blonde hair.

“Wait,” Brendan said, shifting slightly from his sister.

The couple parted and he saw Senior Airman Keisha Robertson kissing Lieutenant Rachel Nguyen. Then they parted and the shock he felt flashed across Keisha’s face and then across Lieutenant Nguyen’s.

“Shit,” Brendan said, voice low.

“What? What’s wrong?” Shannon asked.

“Just chill,” Brendan said, under his breath. Shannon tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and realized she hadn’t heard him. “I’ll explain in a minute.”

The song ended and the crowd began to move again. Keisha looked ready to flee but Lieutenant Nguyen took her by the hand and led her to Brendan. “Sergeant McMannis. How are you?”

Brendan went to attention and began raising his hand.

“Don’t you dare,” Lieutenant Nguyen said, no trace of humor in her normally laughing voice.

Nodding, Brendan relaxed. “Understood. How are you LT?”

“I’m good but we’re off duty so call me Rachel. Is this your girlfriend?”

A glance at Shannon’s blazing face mirrored his embarrassment. “My sister, L—Rachel. Shannon, this is Keisha and Rachel. Ladies, my sister, Shay.”

Tucking her ash-blonde hair behind her ear, Keisha blurted, “Brandon, I didn’t mean to—”

She and Shannon were both jostled by the crowd. Shannon said. “Let’s step over here where you two can talk without getting walked all over.”

They stepped off the sidewalk and into an entryway for a closed storefront. “Now, do you need a minute?”

“No, hell no,” Brendan said to his sister then he turned his attention to the airman with the hurt-little-girl face. “Keisha, you don’t owe me any explanation. We’ve been friends since S.S.O. school.”

“I wanted to tell you so many times,” Keisha said, hazel eyes flashing. “It’s just still so…”

“You’re my friend, I’m happy that you’re happy,” Brendan said, speaking with candor born of relief that the focus was off of him and Shannon. Still, the night was working out much differently than he had planned.

“It’s more than unit hostility,” Rachel said, gaziantep escortları raking fingers through her thick bob. “If we’re caught dating, we both stand to be demoted and reassigned.”

“I won’t let that happen, LT—” he held up his hands in apology and Rachel dismissed it with a smile. “You’ve been good to me since Tech Sergeant Cullen retired.”

Keisha asked “You’re really not mad?”

“About what? That you didn’t tell me your deepest secret?” Brendan countered. “What do you know about me? Hell, what do we know about anyone? I thought T.S. Burt was a good guy. Then he got hands-y with Martinez.”

“Our Sergeant McMannis regulated that shit.” Rachel said, with an exaggerated wink to Shannon before looping her an arm around hers. “Come walk with us.”

Shannon grinned at Brendan and nodded. He smiled despite himself. “We don’t want to step all over your evening.”

“Nonsense,” Rachel said and for the first time Brendan could tell she was tipsy, on the edge of being drunk. “We just established that we’re friends.”

The multitude thinned a bit as they descended the steps to the River Walk. Some boarded tour boats. Others turned south. Rachel looked at Keisha, her eyes flashing. “You want to take a boat ride?”

“No, I think I’d puke,” the younger woman said. “But which way do we go? I’m turned around.”

Shannon elbowed Brendan and said, “Invite them so they make it home safe.”

“Why don’t you come with us? We’re just making the north round and then getting dinner.”

“Sounds fun,” Rachel said.

He led them north, still hemmed in with people but not on each-other’s feet. Holiday lights strung over the River Walk cast the dimly-lit stones and storefronts in a festive glow. Clots of people clogged entryways to restaurants and bars. After nearly three hundred yards, they came to a line for a bathroom and another cart selling drinks.

Brendan waited for his sister and squadron-mates. After twenty minutes they returned with beer. Shannon handed him a fresh bottle of Dos Equis. “Keisha told me that you put a stop to multiple harassment situations.”

Brendan shot a mock-stare at Keisha. “Talking out of class?”

“Keisha’s not the first,” Rachel said. “Every man in our squadron hates your guts.”

Brendan said nothing to the truth.

“If you didn’t want to be talked about, you shouldn’t be so mysterious,” Keisha said. “Shay said you told her we do flight routes.”

Brendan rolled his eyes at Shannon. “The good LT, here, did the real house cleaning. Me and my tech sergeant just did some light dusting.

“I had been trying to change the culture in our little corner of Lackland Air Force Base for a year but I needed you and T.S. Cullen to get it done,” Rachel said before turning her pirate smile on Shannon. “So, what’s your story, Wonder Woman? Why are you here with him?”

Keisha laughed. “Did Brendan regulate your boyfriend?”

Brendan snorted, spraying beer.

“I changed majors, actually changed schools, in the middle of my sophomore year,” Shannon replied. “I’ve been taking 15 and 18 hours every semester to catch up. Most of the guys are looking to party or for a girl who’s down to fuck. I don’t have time for that shit. My little brother gave me a shot at my dream and I need to make the most of it.”

Keisha nodded with a look of admiration. “My brothers just ask me for money.”

“Actually, you’re two of a kind,” Rachel said. “Between work and community college how much sleep do you average, Brendan?”

“About five hours a day,” he replied.

Shannon shot him her withering glare.

“Hey, you’re not the only one with goals. I’ll sleep after I achieve mine.”

They came to a mariachi band with a big-voiced woman singing lead. In the low lit alcove, Shannon snaked her arm around his waist and smiled at him. He grumbled and rolled his eyes in frustration. But when Rachel and Keisha kissed, he felt Shannon press against him. Her full breasts pushed agonizingly against his chest. She ground her pelvis against his thigh.

He palmed her ass and she jutted her butt into his hand. Just as quickly, Rachel and Keisha parted and they walked on together. Brendan gave money to a kid collecting tips for the band.

As they crossed under a bridge, wings flapped and a woman screamed, “Bats!”

Several people stumbled while attempting to drunk-run. Brendan pushed Rachel and Keisha to the support column with one arm while holding onto Shannon with the other. “It’s not bats, it’s pigeons.”

“How do you know?” Rachel asked.

“We do flight plans, remember?” Brendan joked. “The bats nest around here during the summer. They’re long gone by this time of year.”

People laughed in relief or at other people trying to climb back to their feet.

“We’ll give them a minute,” Brendan said but Rachel and Keisha were lip-locked, again.

Shannon ran her hand to his crotch and gave his swollen penis a squeeze in the shadows. He leaned over to her ear. “Stop escort gaziantep it.”

“Oh, come on,” she whispered around a vulgar grin. “A girl can’t hold onto her brother for support?”

“We’re going to get caught,” he said, still leaning against her. Unable to restrain himself, Brendan licked her earlobe.

Shannon giggled on the verge of a squeal and pushed him away. “Fucker.”

Keisha and Rachel parted at the same time, both lusty eyed.

“We’re moving again,” Brendan said.

Two-hours later they exited a cab at a 24-hour Mexican restaurant. Even with six-or-seven dozen people in line, they were seated within an hour. The food sobered Rachel up some. Shannon talked easily with both women and made jokes at Brendan’s expense. But occasionally she reached under the table to squeeze his thigh and he was content to eat and mostly stay out of the conversation.

After dinner, they caught another cab. Brendan sat in the front seat next to the jovial driver who said she was a teacher but looked like a barfly. Kiesha sat between Rachel and Shannon as they continued to roast Brendan for his dour, over-professional disposition. At their hotel, Shannon gave both women a peck on the lips and Brendan’s heart skipped a beat. He covered his arousal by jumping out to get the car door.

Brendan bowed at the waist as each woman hugged him to be sure neither felt his swollen member. They waved before turning for the hotel lobby. Brendan jumped in the backseat with his sister. “We’re at the Hotel Contessa.”

Nodding, the woman put the car in gear and pulled out.

As soon as the cab was out of the glare of fluorescent lights Shannon jumped in his lap. She shucked on his bottom lip so hard Brendan thought it would split. Hands in his hair, she licked at his left ear and bit his neck.

“Take it easy,” Brendan whispered. “We’re almost there.”

“I’m ready now,” she whispered in reply.

Unable to restrain himself, Brendan returned her kiss, sucking her tongue and groping her heavenly tits. Shannon ground on his lap and the heat from denim on denim could’ve started a fire. She broke their embrace and he went for her neck.

Shannon’s laughter thrilled him to the core. His growing erection strained against his jeans and he ached to unbuckle.

Then the cab lurched to a halt. “This looks like as far as I can go, kids.”

Through the windshield Brendan could see dozens of cars backed up as well as police and fire trucks ahead. He pulled a loose bill from his pocket. “Thanks, anyway. Be safe.”

The driver took the money as they exited the cab. Shannon took his arm and they stepped off the curb. Brendan led them around the worst of the traffic and police activity. At one point, two blocks from the auto accident, they walked up on a group of people dancing in the street and around a tricked out sedan with a massive speaker stack in the trunk.

As the music intensified the dancing became more lurid. Ass-shaking became pelvis grinding. People on the sidewalk shifted from bouncing and bobbing to bumping and grinding as well.

Shannon pushed her ass against Brendan and his hands drifted around her slender waist. She began to sway to the music. He swayed with her as his hands explored her curves in the dark.

She looked back over her shoulder. “I have a surprise for you if you’re brave enough to pet the kitty.”

With electricity shooting through his nerves, he dipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans.

Looking back over her shoulder, Shannon shot him a vulgar grin that drove Brendan wild. Emboldened, he pushed his hand into her excruciatingly tight pants and then into her damp panties. Instead of her full bush of curls, his fingertips landed on a neat, trimmed strip of pubic hair.

Shannon pulled on his shirt and he leaned in. “I’m so fucking wet right now, you could bend me over and screw me against the wall.”

Brendan’s fingers reached her sweet box and true to her word, Shannon was wet and juicy. Hand under her hockey Jersey, he squeezed her sweaty tits as he parted her pussy lips with his other hand. He managed a finger tip into her slit. “We got to go or we’re fucking in the street.”

“Fine by me, either way,” Shannon said, electricity in her voice.

With the same urgency, Brendan found them a path, through the people and cars, back to the hotel. Twice he stopped, groping on Shannon and sucking on her tongue and lips. Still, they managed to behave themselves under streetlights and in the hotel lobby, anywhere they might be seen or recognized.

As the elevator door closed, Brendan pounced, pushing Shannon against the wall and kissing her deeply. “I’m going to eat that little shaved pussy of yours.”

“I didn’t shave it completely. I wanted to be sure you could find your way,” she laughed, squeezing his hard cock through the denim of his jeans. “Are you going to eat my ass, too?”

“Oh, yes,” Brendan replied, releasing her breasts from the bra. “I’m going gaziantep bayan escortları to eat and tongue-fuck your ass.”

Shannon half-laughed, half-growled through her vulgar grin. “Come on then, little brother. Come eat your sister’s ass.”

They managed to hold it together for the long walk from the elevator to the room but just barely. Through the door, Brendan attacked Shannon, pulled off her jacket and then her jersey. She laughed at his shaking hands and wide eyes. “You really haven’t been fucking anyone else, have you?”

“You heard what they said, I just do work and school. Besides, who else compares to you?” Brendan said.

“That big-titty mixed bitch with the little-girl face?”

“We’re just friends and she’s not into dudes.”

“I saw how she looked at you,” Shannon said. “I bet she’s willing to learn.”

Brendan scoffed, taking hold of the waistband of her jeans.

“Wait, wait, you freak,” Shannon said, kissing him repeatedly on the lips and then his neck. “I’m funky and I need a bath.”

“I’ll eat your ass right now,” Brendan said.

“No you won’t, you thick-dick bastard,” Shannon said. “You’ll take a shower, while I take a bath. You’ll mix us a drink. And then you’ll eat my ass.”

“Fine, I have a surprise for you, too.”

After getting ice and canned drinks, Brendan stripped and scrubbed his body, scalp to soles. He wrapped himself in a robe and took a towel from the bathroom and retrieved the tub from travel bag.

In a military town, full of tourists, Brendan struck out at getting a suite based on wearing his uniform but the room he scored was spacious, with a king-sized bed and a couch. He dropped the towel and tub on the couch before turning to drinks.

Minutes later, Shannon walked out of the bathroom in a purple negligee. She took the cup he offered and sipped at the whiskey and cola. “That was interesting. Listening to them talk about my little brother like he’s an actual grownup, adult-like individual.”

“You’re only ten-months older than me,” Brendan said, draining his cup before taking hers for a fresh set up.

“Keisha and Rachel are both so nice,” Shannon continued. “They really like you.”

“They really liked you, too.” Brendan handed the fresh drink to his sister and sat on the couch. “You were a trooper with all that walking.”

“Yeah, my feet don’t think so,” Shannon said, turning to put her feet in his lap.

Brendan wiped her feet with a towel and then dipped his hands in the tub before warming the coconut oil with his hands.

“Oh, that smells nice,” Shannon said. “Is that the surprise?”

Brendan nodded as he took up her first foot. “This way I can rub you down and still kiss your skin.”

Brendan kissed her toes one by one as he worked the oil into her supple skin. Kissing his way back, he ran his tongue between her big toe and middle toe and then sucked each toe in turn. Shannon’s squeal of laughter rewarded him. “Well, oil or not, just don’t think you’re going to put that thick dick up my ass.”

“Never without your consent,” Brendan said. He took up her other foot and began to minister to it. “Never anything without your consent.”

“And if I never give my consent?” Shannon snaked her free foot into his robe and rubbed his stiffening cock.

Brendan extended his oiled hands up her calf. “Then I go no further.”

“What if it’s terrible? The sex, I mean.”

“It won’t be,” he replied.

“But what if it is?”

“It’s not the end of the world. All I’ve ever had before you was terrible sex.”

Laughing, Shannon jabbed his stomach with her foot. “I’m serious! There’s no going back if we do it.”

“No going back to what?” Brendan countered. “I told you in Naperville, you’ll always be my sister. I’ve loved you since the first day I opened my eyes and I’ll love you, sex or no sex, until the day I close my eyes.”

Shannon flashed a 1000-watt smile and leaned in for a sweet-whiskey kiss. “What if you want to get married?”

“I will never be married.”

“What if you decide you want children?”

Brendan sighed. “Do you want children?”

“No,” Shannon scoffed. “Hell, no.”

“Why?”

“Look at who raised us,” Shannon said. “Look at who our parenting example was. Besides, I want all of your attention.”

Face red, she dropped her gaze.

“That’s exactly how I feel,” Brendan said. “No kids, no marriage.”

“So, will you wear a condom?”

“I’ll wear a hazmat suit if it gets me inside that sweet pussy.”

Cackling with laughter, she shot a fist into his chest. “Nasty bastard!”

“Only for you, you street slut,” Brendan said. His cock throbbing with each stroke of her feet.

“Will you not wear a condom if I tell you?”

“I thought you just said—?”

“I like talking about it!” Shannon snapped before draining her cup. “I get off on the idea of you screwing your dirty seed into my womb. I’ve set my pussy on fire, rubbing off to the idea of your incest baby in my belly while you feed me your sperm.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“So will you do what I tell you to do?”

Brendan drained his own cup. “I always do, since childhood.”

“That’s right, you do,” Shannon said, handing him her empty cup. “And now you’re my cock slave.”

Brendan took her cup and untangled himself from her oiled legs and feet.

“Say it,” Shannon whispered when he tried for a kiss.

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The Summer

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It was the summer before I turned 19 and I had quite an upswing in my sexual activities!

I still played with Granny from time to time. And I enjoyed the normal ‘make out’ sessions on dates. But, my youthful growing body wanted much more!

Then suddenly I was invited to visit my rich aunt Eve for several weeks. The way things developed I am sure Granny had talked to her about how much I loved nipples and cunt. And more importantly, how I loved to make even an old lady like her explode with sexual tension!

So, it was decided, since Uncle Wen was away at a medical convention and my cousin Scot was in the army, Grandpa would drive me to their country home for the visit.

It was mid morning when Gramps dropped me off. And my cousin Sue was waiting to take me with her to their tennis club. (She was all of 25 and had a sports car.) So, leaving Aunt Eve at home, Sue and I went off to the club for her tennis lesson.

During the lesson, I and several older guys sat and watched her tits and short skirt bounce up and down as she chased the ball around the court. It turned out that they had a pool going for the one that guessed closest to the number of times they would see her panties.

When the lesson ended we all gathered and waited for her to come from the locker room. When she appeared, the excited winner waved the cash, collected an excited hug, and squeezed her butt while the rest gathered tightly around them.

Sue laughed and pushed her way thru their pawing fingers explaining she would love to stay but, was ‘baby sitting’ and had to take me home right away.

As we sped down the road with her hair flying. She was laughing with glee when suddenly she slowed, turned up a wooded, lane and stopped.

She jumped out, grabbed a blanket, ran into a grassy meadow, and squealed, “Come on Billy up here.”

She spread the blanket and we sat down. She laughed and said, “Ya know, those guys all wanted to get into my panties. I fooled them! Cause I’m not wearing any!” With that, she pulled her skirt aside and laid back displaying a lovely red bush!

She looked up smiling, “Cum on Billy let’s see just what you can do.”

I was not shy so I dove in to that kinky red cunt hair nose first. Sue laughed about an eager beaver and said, “Now, take off those damn pants and show your cousin what ya got!”

I pulled my pants and shorts down and off. She bared her tits and pulled my face into nipple-land. As I worked on her hard tits she lay back, grabbed my prick, and guided it into a very wet pussy.

When I discovered that hot, tight gaziantep escort telefonları sleeve I understood cock, cunt, and fucking!

I was clumsy but effective. I pounded away and had many cums but kept up my wild pace. I was really enjoying my first fuck and could sense Sue’s body convulsing time after time.

When I tired, I slid out and down to see where I had been. It was very lovely and tasty, so I settled in and cleaned up the area. Sue recovered grabbed the blanket and my pants telling me to bring the shoes and get to the car. As she sped home I got dressed and thought about how great fucking really was!

When we got back to the house I followed her in and dropped into a chair and heard Sue holler, “Grandma was right Mom”, as she run up stairs.

Aunt Eve soon called for me to come to her room where I found her in bed naked with Sue gleefully munching on HER cunt. Aunt Eve looked up at me with contented eyes and said, “Strip boy and get over here.” As I got on the bed she grabbed my balls and guided me to sit on her face. She then grabbed my soft pecker and curled her tongue under my nut sack and slowly licked up my crack to my tight ass hole.

As I adjusted to this sensation her tongue took several more trips back and forth along the same path as she controlled any motion I might make by her tight ‘pecker hold’.

Soon my excited ass was twitching each time her tongue got close. And at times, it seemed as if it were reaching out for the next rimming that was to come. Then, it happened! Aunt Eve’s pointed tongue slipped into my ass and wiggled around!

When she felt my pecker stiffen even more she told Sue to take it in her lips to sample my cum. Sue was able to catch my first ever oral blast and gave a very tasty report.

The three of us spent the afternoon and evening trying all the new things we could think of, I must say, Aunt Eve was very creative.

The first thing Eve tried was to rub my pecker with her feet and between her toes. It drove me so wild, I started sucking her toes and licking her feet. Sue watched for awhile and as I slowly worked my way up to lick the back of Eve’s knee. Sue seeing how I made her mother squirm began to lick the other leg. She reached over and slowed my advance, waiting until Eve moaned and pulled her knees to her shoulders thus opening herself for an all out cunt attack. As we reached crotchland devilish Sue gently covered Eve’s quivering cunt and signaled to retreat!

As our oral activities moved down Eve’s escort gaziantep telefonları legs we fought off her griping hands. And, ignored the pleading, “ooooh nooooo cum bck I ne ne ne neeed to ccccu ccccu cum!”

Sue laughed and said, “Hang in there mom. Be strong cuz, it will be.”

She then signaled me and started a new upward path. This time, as we ‘arrived’ Sue again placed her hand on the PULSING cunt, made a fist, yelled, “SURPRISE!!”, and pushed in up to her wrist!

Eve arched, spewed cum, and drove it deeper into her body. Sue smiled and said, “Okay Bitch your cervix is open for business.”

Sue grabbed a flashlight from the nightstand and pulled partway out. She spread her hand to hold the cunt lips apart and used the light to allow us to examine our ‘work’. As we watched Eve came so much she filled to overflow.

I lay at that alter as she sat on my face allowing me to swallow as much as possible!Sue felt that we could use a rest and went to fix some food.

As soon as she was out of the room my loving aunt reminded me of the rim job she had given me. She laid back, tucked her knees under her elbows, reached down spread her ass, and said, “Now get busy Bill you owe me.”

She vocally directed my actions as I was rimming her and running my tongue back and forth through swelling, wet cunt lips from ass to clit. Suddenly, on one swipe I hit her enlarged clit and grabbed with my teeth and chewed away.

She screamed, gushed sweet liquid, and pleaded, “Finger my ass!”

I put one finger in.

“More!”

I jammed three fingers in and twisted back and forth.

She was moaning loudly as Sue walked in with a tray. Sue put the food down, muttered, “SLUT!”, Reinserted her fist in aunty’s cunt and started pumping.

As she climaxed, I recalled some early failed attempts with Granny and jumped up to easily slid my cock up her ass.

Her body went wild as neither of us eased up on our actions until she quietly collapsed in a quivering heap.

Sue took my hand and said, “Lets go and let her sleep.” And led me to her room to have a night of gentle screwing.

And that, was my first day of a sex filled visit.

During my time there, Sue spread the word and brought many friends home for an afternoon snack.

I was allowed to do or try anything I wanted using hands feet mouth or nose. But, I had to save my cum for the family’s all night versions of the first day. I can honestly say, that with Sue’s help, all of her friends gaziantep escort bayan telefonları left very pleased!

When I was tired, I taught some of those mid-twenty gals that tit abuse and cunt slapping was a wonderful thing. I wonder what their other friends thought about the bruises?

There was one friend, Jan, that arrived with her intended, Bob, straight from their engagement party! For her, Sue enlisted Eve’s help with what turned out to be a thirty hour party extension. The three of us gave all of our attention to Jan’s pleasure. When they left, a naked Jan was draped over Bob’s shoulder with cum dripping down the front of his shirt. And with step, she burped a cum bubble in his ear.

It was during that time that I learned about nympomaniacs. And since my ‘no cum’ rule had been lifted, Sue and I always wondered about the early birth.

Now and then, Eve would invite a club or former PTA member to be eaten by her little ‘Billy Boy’. I was delighted to oblige these ladies’, some of which had very depraved ideas that I took as free sex education.

There were the three PTA gals that would hold a meeting about a teacher that did not know how to punish their daughters. I learned many ways to bind and paddle!

Two seemed to love rope tightly wrapped around their tits and have their nipples paddled. The one with no tits would sit a straddle knotted ropes in a doorway and let the rough hemp knot dig her cunt till she would bleed.

There was the very very chunky lady that wore only a tennis skirt. I would crisscross her ass and tits with a racket. And after the hard fought ‘game’ she would go home to ‘daddy’ to get soothed with salve.

Two others would have me fist their cunts at the same time until they came. Then they would lick the other’s fist clean. Aunt Eve called them her lesbian wannabes!

In away, I was sorry to see the summer end. But, the first night home when I heard Granny say, “Come on to my room Billy and show your old granny what you learned at Aunt Eve’s”, I knew life was good.

I was shocked as I learned the things that Granny would do! That first night, she looked at me and said, “Strip and stand still!”

She tossed a pillow on the floor and dropped to her knees, “I have not had a tummy full of cum in years! Give me all you got!”, as she vacuumed my cock.

After I blasted her throat several times she jumped on the bed, spread her legs, pulled her knees up and ordered, “I know you have lots more. Fuck me Billy! Lets see if I can still cum!”

I jumped on and stabbed at my favorite hairy cunt a few times until I finally hit the target. I pounded her pussy for a long time as my balls recovered from her blow job.

By the time I was ready to unload once again Granny was in a long weak but satisfying cum.

I rolled off. She smiled, closed her eyes, and said, “That was nice. Time for a nap. Don’t go anywhere. I’m not yet done with you tonight…”

Sigh, “I can’t wait to tell the ladies at church!”

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Covid Insecure Play Pt. 01

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The majority of married people will admit it is never all fun, blissful happiness, rampant desire and multi-orgasmic loving making, but, however, most of the time life is just living day in and day out, almost mundane routine. Highs and lows tend to be rarer than just the comfortable day by day bumbling along of two people. Change never comes overnight but is a gradual thing, maybe a new habit or chance opportunity sparks the move from normal to altered state.

Also sometimes in any long marriage you need space to indulge your own needs, sometimes you make the space, sometimes space is made for you, but worst of all is when your spaces are invaded by others.

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Cliff and Dawn Wright had been an average married UK couple, two grown-up daughters, nice house in a nice area with a not so nice mortgage, but no other major debts, you could say that they were on one of life’s upward curves. Both girls were settled at university Alice now 19 in her first year, with Ellie her elder sister about to graduate, neither seemed keen to return home if they could manage to avoid it, so when the pandemic struck both girls elected to stay away until after the first lockdown so apart from the occasional handouts they were no trouble.

In some ways Cliff and Dawn had more freedom and space in the last eighteen months than they had in the previous twenty-two with the family home to themselves, with both girls either at Uni or in the case of Alice having a gap year working and climbing in the Spanish resort of Abella de la Conca.

The last year had seen Cliff’s fiftieth birthday and their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, they had been lucky to dodge Covid-19 lockdowns, managing a small summer party to celebrate, and then the travel restrictions to enjoy a luxurious and indulgent second honeymoon at an exclusive Maldives resort. Eleven days and nights together being able to enjoy each other mentally and especially physically had pepped-up their marriage considerably more. Even on their return to an England beginning to worry about a second wave of Covid-19 they had continued the renewed vigour and frequency of their sex-life neither felt the need for space between them.

The effect of the first lockdown had been to increase their time spent together without the need to catch-up on events or household tasks that commuting and in Cliff’s case overnight stays had been a feature of the preceding few years. They hadn’t immediately taken the opportunities for their renewed physical connection, as shaking off the routine of the previous five to ten years took a little time to realise. But as with lots of other people the change was gradual, both had work to complete and calls to attend to but they suddenly found there was more time to interact.

Whereas in the past the presence of children, work, or chores had meant sex had been restricted to night time and then mainly at weekends, the opportunity for turning morning lay-ins to morning love-ins had returned. Initially it had also felt somewhat risqué increasing the desire and frequency. They had even managed morning sex sessions on the occasions when Dawn had needed to attend her city office to prepare monthly payrolls, invariably making her have to rush around to make the infrequent train service to London.

Dawn particularly had noticed the change in her levels of desire, especially for the early morning sessions which had never been her most alive time of the day. She generally woke on those days with an warm ache in her pussy and took control by preparing her husband, awake or not, by hand or for her kinkier moments by mouth before mounting him and riding his cock.

The vaguely disappointing element of their love-life now was the need for Cliff to withdraw before ejaculating, as Dawn had reached the awkward stage in life where her periods were becoming erratic and her doctor had advised her to come off the pill and put her on HRT. Neither of them liked using condoms as it broke spontaneity, and the latex after taste put them both off post-coital oral. However, they had adapted and found ways to stimulate each other until they had both climaxed, Dawn had even developed a taste for Cliff’s spunk and now swallowed rather than spitting it out as she usually did.

Although they had never indulged in anything too kinky sexually, both of them had experimented with each other’s boundaries over the years discovering the do’s and don’ts without hurting the other’s feelings. Mainly they enjoyed the sensual activities, intimate touching, massage, mild exhibitionism and some very light bondage play but never any whips and chains. Most of the boundaries were established before the advent of children when uninterrupted time was at it’s zenith.

The foibles of each other’s senses were well known, for instance, Dawn had a sensitivity to having her earlobes sucked particularly her left one. Cliff had often joked that if any other man found out she would not be able to resist giving her body to gaziantep escort reklamları him. Cliff on the other hand had hyper-sensitive nipples, Dawn once made him cum from five minutes of licking, sucking and teasing, without touching his cock once, it had been so violent an ejaculation that it had looped over her head and landed on his nose and chin. Spontaneously she had licked his cum from his chin and passionately kissed him, something she had never done for anyone before, discovering Cliff did not baulk at tasting and swallowing his own emissions.

Although they now rarely discussed their sexual wants, their connection as a couple seemed to override any need to examine why either of them may have changed their sexual habits. Dawn accepted that HRT and the fact that they had much more alone time had increased frequency, but the change in her taking a more forward approach to tactile, passionate sex was from her part down to her chance discovery of erotica and self-confidence since restarting work in London.

A paperback book of sensuous short stories found on a family holiday three years before had piqued her interest, and led her to take a more forward approach to their sexual couplings. That holiday had been the turning point for them from a relatively low sexual point in their marriage to the gradual upswing they had been on.

Dawn had mistakenly left her standard chick-lit choice of book on her seat as she corralled her daughters off the plane whilst Cliff had gathered their cabin baggage. The travel had been fraught with an just turned eighteen year old daughter who really did not want to be on holiday with her parents, and a sixteen year old who was determined to wind-up her elder sister. Cliff and Dawn had ended up squeezed into the middle seats of separate rows so that the girls both had a window seat. Unfortunately they were saddled with six drunken twenty-somethings seated around them generally causing mayhem for three hours.

The relief of getting to the hotel room and seeing the girls head almost immediately to the pool had been bliss. Even the chore of unpacking and tidying the girls rooms after they had both ransacked their cases for swimsuits and towels leaving a heap of clothes and toiletries behind had been therapeutic.

It was only after shooing Cliff out, to check on the girls whilst she changed, that she realised her book was missing and whilst searching around found two slim paperbacks presumably left behind by previous occupants. Picking up the one that seemed to have the more chick-lit style title ‘Little Birds’, Dawn then changed into her one-piece swimsuit, checking quickly for too much side boob or stray pubes, slipped on a beach shawl, sunglasses, hat, sandals and headed off to the pool area.

She found them in a corner three rows away from the pool, with only two sunbeds in what was already a very crowded area. The girls were already badgering a stony faced Cliff for something and Dawn assumed he would be agreeing just to get a little peace. Picking her way through the lines of sunbeds and assorted lilos Dawn noticed a few heads mainly male turn to look at her as she passed by. She guessed that 18-year old Ellie would have had similar experience when she first arrived at the pool area. The pale as yet untanned skin would pick them out as newbies, but their stature and breast size generally made people look twice.

Dawn was 5′ 10′ and her daughter was an inch taller, she had also inherited Dawn’s curse as she thought of it, her breast size was a 32E, but the rest of her body far less curvaceous, long slender legs topped by tight buttocks exaggerated the contrast of her enormous jugs.

When she was Ellie’s age getting bras or clothes that fit had been a nightmare, she had been an excellent swimmer until her chest appeared and effectively curtailed her performance and led to a reluctance to appear anywhere in tight fitting clothes let alone swimsuits. Generally if the bust fitted, the bottoms flapped around her relatively scrawny bum, anything that fitted her bum could barely conceal her massive mounds let alone the dark areola and large nipples. Typical jibes like ‘Tits on a stick’ from both boys and girls only made her feel worse.

Fashion designers had come to her rescue by the time she was really getting into men, nice sexy underwear came in larger sizes with mix and match options for the bottom half. Having two babies had left her with wider hips and a little more on the backside even after her tits had shrunk back but when she looked in the mirror she still felt a bit more elsewhere wouldn’t go amiss.

There were still upsides, her height discouraged most short men from bothering her, she had retained her swimmers shoulders and V-shape so clothes generally hang well plus if she wanted to be noticed it only took small adjustments to her stance to push her chest out.

Cliff had always claimed that it was her gaziantep escort bayan reklamları long legs that first attracted him but he still seemed to focus in on her breasts when they made love.

Cliff was a shade over 6′ 3″ so he looked in proportion to her even on the rare occasions that she wore 3″ heels. His height was matched by broad shoulders and athletic build, the result of playing both Rugby and Football to reasonable standards until serious knee and ankle problems among many other injuries curtailed any participation in high intensity sports.

As she arrived at the sunbeds she was immediately drawn into the argument, Alice wanted to explore the beach where it would be less crowded, Ellie wanted to stay by the pool, but also wanted to go to the shops to find a lilo so she could sunbathe in the pool like some of the other teenagers. Cliff suggested they all go to the shop as it was on the way to the beach, and Ellie could return if she wanted too, but he also wanted to finish his beer which had just arrived along with a rum and coke for Dawn. Ellie was concerned they would lose the sunbeds so Dawn volunteered to guard the sunbeds, whilst Ellie chose her lilo then Cliff and Alice could explore the beach.

Resignedly Cliff agreed, outnumbered as usual, quickly downing his beer he followed his daughters back past the throng of sunbathers as Dawn settled on her sunbed, sipped her rum and coke and began to read her paperback book. The writing style was difficult to understand initially but when she realised it had been written in the 1940’s rather than set in that era she became more accustomed to the use of words. Rather than one single storyline it was a collection of short unrelated stories but each with an erotic and sometimes taboo theme.

A twenty-something Greek waitress interrupted her reading, making Dawn blush as she had been engrossed in a passage about an older man caressing, fondling and licking a younger woman to intense orgasms prior to her deflowering. Embarrassed at being caught Dawn readily agreed to a fresh drink even nodding ascent to it being a large rum. When the waitress disappeared to get her drink Dawn felt warm dampness between her legs and an urge to check her gusset. She resisted using her fingers to feel the gusset of her swimsuit between her thighs but pretended to adjust the knicker-line and managed to graze the edge of her pussy lips, feeling the obvious slickness of her juices.

The waitress returned with her drink and smiled sweetly as Dawn signed for the drink and passed her a few Euros for a tip. Dawn appraised the girl as she moved off to the next set of guests and mused that she matched the description of the girl in the story, dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, stocky legs, rounded buttocks but smallish breasts. The books description included details of the girls ‘sex’, thick dark curls of pubic hair framing plump lips which hid a large clitoris.

Dawn shuddered as she imagined the Greek girl writhing naked as an older man perform expert oral sex. She sipped her drink as her eyes wandered around the poolside looking for candidates to play the older man but none seemed quite right, then she saw the girls and Cliff making their way back through the sunbeds. Dawn felt a quiver in the walls of her pussy as she realised Cliff fit the description, tall, dominant, broad shouldered, with thick brown hair tinged with grey.

Both girls were smiling for once, eating ice creams, and Cliff looked relaxed although laden with three bags and a body board under one arm. Alice began gabbling on about the cool shops nearby, and Ellie demanded the room key so she could go and change into one of her new bikinis. Cliff just shrugged his shoulders at Dawn’s quizzical look, handed Ellie the key and bags to take with her.

Dawn’s spell of imagination was broken and she shut her book and carefully pushed it to the bottom of her beach bag out of sight and lay back whilst Alice described her new body board and how she was going to try it out down at the beach. All Cliff did was signal to the waitress who brought over a cold beer, another large rum and coke, and two soft drinks. Alice downed her soft drink quickly and began badgering Cliff to go to the beach, then moaning when Dawn insisted she put on more sunscreen and took the spare with them if they were going into the sea.

After a few minutes fussing Dawn watched them head out and wondered what was keeping Ellie. Reaching for her drink she realised it was almost finished, not normally a big drinker especially after having kids, she made a mental note to slow down. But then the young waitress appeared and asked if she would like to try something from the cocktail menu as they were promoting 2 for 1. Just then Ellie arrived in a flowing beach dress and asked if she could try one. Before Dawn knew it she had a Mojito in hand lying back it the sun telling herself that she escort gaziantep reklamları would not have anymore until they went out for dinner, and her mind wandering back to the story of a girl being deflowered by an older man that looked like Cliff.

Ellie shook her awake, telling her she was snoring and drooling, then she noticed Ellie’s bikini or the lack of material attempting to cover her breasts. Fazed by her unexpected nap, and Ellie’s impressive boobs hanging precariously in front of her Dawn snapped at her daughter harshly telling her she should cover up around the pool. After a short, whispered argument, where Cliff was implicated in the choice and procurement of the offending bikini, Dawn packed her beach bag and huffily left her eldest daughter stewing by the pool with a message to for Cliff to meet her in their room.

Dawn had stripped out of her swimsuit when she reached the room, after having going to the loo she wiped away the juices from her pussy lips and then had to rinse out her stained swimsuit. The room was stuffy after being shut-up until late afternoon, so pulling a short cotton robe on she lay on her bed and clicked on the air-conditioning intending to remain angry until Cliff turned up. Remembering her book she dug out the slim volume she reread the story which had previously made her wet.

Her anger began to dissipate as she read and idly began rubbing her fingers though her pubes, before long she laid her book down beside her and started rubbing her pussy lips and clitoris. Closing her eyes she masturbated to images of her husband using his mouth to pleasure the Greek waitress, her stocky legs writhing over his shoulders as her body reacted to the stimulation. Dawn felt her orgasm getting close and she alternated frantic clit rubbing with two-finger penetrations of her pussy.

She imagined Cliff rising above the prone girl his cock sticking out hard and proud about to penetrate the virginal pussy, the girl holding herself open in expectation, Dawn began to cum and pushed her own fingers deep inside her vaginal cavity. The image in her head now showed the young girls head thrown back but her hair was a different colour, her breasts larger, legs longer and slimmer. She came hard on her fingers imagining Cliff buried deep in Ellie’s 18 year-old virgin pussy, his body in spasm as his cock delivered his spunk inside their daughter.

Dawn knew she had cried out in ecstasy, having had her best orgasm of recent memory, she lay back tired and vaguely ashamed before drifting off to sleep.

The bed sank waking Dawn from her doze, then she felt the touch of warm flesh against her hips, then the feint brush of lips just below her belly button. Without opening her eyes she murmured,

“Fuck me, before I get grumpy again!”

No reply except the movement of the lips downwards grazing her patch of pubic hair. Warm breath at the top of her pussy lips made her shiver involuntarily, then the tip of a tongue pushed through her folds and probe her clitoris. Dawn rolled her hips pressing her mound into the mouth teasing her pussy,

“Okay make me come first,” she moaned, as the mouth sucked her lips and clitoris, “Then fuck me hard!”

Still no spoken reply, just her legs being lifted and spread by big hands, then more forceful devouring of her pubic area, until she tensed and cried out,

“Yeh, Yeh, oh shit yessss!” her stomach muscles tensing as she pulled at the head between her thighs.

Before she had finished coming her legs were pushed up towards her head and she felt a rock hard cock probe the slick lips of her pussy.

“Fuck me!” she gasped.

“Si, senora,” a voice said, making her open her eyes, in initial panic, as the cock sank easily inside her body.

Cliff’s stupid face grinned down at her, as his hips thrust into hers.

“You silly bastard,” Dawn moaned between thrusts, “We’re in Greece, not Spain!”

“Don’t know no Greek!” puffed Cliff, suddenly slamming into her harder and faster than normal. Dawn’s tits were performing concentric circles as the bounced from the force of the thrusts.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Dawn, “I’m cumming again!”

“Me too!” Cliff groaned as his big body tensed and his cock shot spunk deep inside his large breasted wife.

A minute later, they lay side by side breathing heavily, lightly touching each other. Dawn was relieved her doctor had consented to leave her on the contraceptive pill for one more month, as she felt some of their mingled juices ooze from her pussy but was sure the force of Cliff’s ejaculation would have landed most of the unwanted invaders deep in her womb.

“That was nice,” Cliff said at last, “Making up before the argument.”

“There’s no argument needed,” Dawn replied, looking at his smiling face, “Just admit you were wrong to persuade your daughter to a wear slutty bikini top, so perverts can stare at her.”

“Oh, so you think all the other girls around the pool and a lot of their mothers are sluts?” Cliff grinned in reply.

“No, that’s their business,” retorted Dawn, “But Ellie’s your daughter and has more on show than most of them! And while we are on the subject, it didn’t take you long to check out the views!”

“Are we arguing now?” asked Cliff.

“Yes!” came the huffy reply.

“That’s good, can we have sex again to make up?” said a smirking Cliff leaning over and sucking on Dawn’s left earlobe.

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“John, I’m starting the early shift tomorrow morning. You’re going to have to get Marcie off to school every morning for a few weeks.”

“Ok,” I groaned, half dreading the hassle and half excited by the prospect of being alone in the house with my nubile young 18-year-old daughter every morning while we were running around in various stages of undress. Even when Sue was there, Marcie almost drove me bananas, running around the house in less than she would be allowed outside with. She might be my daughter, but I wasn’t really into taboos and she was one hot little number. I could only imagine what she did to the young pricks in her classes. At least Sue allowed me to beg a piece of pussy from time to time, to relieve some of the pressure.

The next morning at breakfast, Sue reminded me, “Remember now, if you let her miss the bus, you’ve got to take her all the way across town and that traffic is murder around the school.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, Babe. We’ve got it all under control, don’t we, Kid?” I grabbed my little hotsie and hugged her close.

“Oh, Dad. You’ve got to stop calling me a kid. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m legally an adult, now.” She stuck her chest in my face as if to prove that a fine set of firm little apples proved absence from the Kid Party.

“Yeah, my little baby is growing up. That’s for sure.”

She flashed me a grateful smile.

When Sue had gone, I laid down the rules of the game. “Ok, here’s how it’s going to work. Since you’re no longer legally a child, I’m not going to treat you like one. That means I don’t yell at you, nag you or continually remind you that you’re going to be late. It’s up to you to be responsible enough to get ready on time. If you do, then we’ll get along just fine and I will feel like giving you more freedom in many ways. If not, that means that you aren’t as grown up as you pretend and I’ll bust your ass like the little kid you’re acting like before I drive you to school. Deal?”

“Deal. You really aren’t going to yell at me?”

“That’s right.”

“And you will really bust my ass if I’m not ready?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll report you.”

“For what? Child cruelty? I thought you wanted to be considered a grownup. This is how grownups act. You don’t see me yelling at your mom to get ready, do you?”

“No, but she yells at you.”

“Yeah, but that’s just the way she is. It has nothing to do with age or maturity. It’s just a mother thing. Now, I’m going to take my shower. You choose your path. Ok?”

“Ok.”

I left the door to our bedroom slightly ajar while I undressed so that an inquiring mind would be able to inquire. Since our bathroom was in the master suite, I never bothered to close that door while I showered. No one could see through to the bathroom from the hallway or into the shower stall without trying to, so there was no evidence that I was offering a view of my naked body to my teenage daughter, although that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.

I made sure I always faced at an angle to the bathroom door as I showered, so anyone peeking around the corner wouldn’t be able to tell I could see them in the mirror I had placed in a far corner. It that allowed me a good view of the doorway and part of the bedroom.

I lathered up good and didn’t have to work very hard to get a lot of meat hanging between my legs. Just the thoughts of possibly doing a bit of unsuspected flashing was enough to keep it pretty hard. Nevertheless, a little stroking emphasized the problem.

About five minutes into a good, hot shower, with suds galore making my dick slick for the stroking, a movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention. She was watching! Oh shit! Now my prick pump went into overdrive. I must have gained an inch in length and at least that much in girth as I realized my hot little vixen was not only gazing with awe at the pole I was gaziantep escort numaraları stroking, there was also a lot of lust in her gaze.

If it wasn’t lust, something was making her hand drift toward her crotch. She must have taken my threat seriously, because she appeared to be fully dressed and ready to go at a time when she would normally still be dawdling around the house. She had her skirt up and her hand in her panties, rubbing something very hard and fast, in time to my stroking.

Just to check the connection, I redoubled the heat of the beat and watched as she met my speed, stroke for stroke.

It was too much for an old man. My balls drew way up into my belly, as if reaching back for the granddaddy of all loads, then blew cum in great, slimy ropes all over the shower stall. The first gob even sailed over the door and hit the mirror over the sink.

As soon as my eyes would focus, I sought out my mastur-buddy to see if she had made it. And how! She was leaning woozily against the door frame as if she were about to pass out, with her hand still rubbing at that thing.

By the time I finished taking an actual shower, she had gone and was sitting on the couch, knees together and books in lap, the perfect picture of a very responsible young lady, ready for school.

“Well, well. Maybe somebody is growing up!,” I observed.

“I told you I wasn’t a kid anymore.”

“I can certainly see that,” I smiled, with the memory of our mutual orgasm fresh in my mind, made a little more piquant by the knowledge that she had no idea I was aware that she had been involved. The memory that she had been so turned on by watching me stroke my dick made it start to swell again.

“In fact,” I continued, “You have done such a fine job of being grownup this morning that I’m going to take you to school, anyway, even without the spanking.”

“Oh, good! I hate that old bus. It’s so loud and the boys are so rude. They’re always trying to see down my dress or up it, or trying to find some way to rub my ass or brush against my tits.”

“Does your mom know you talk that way around me?”

“No, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, will it?” She flashed me a challenging look as if to promise a wider relationship in the future.

“Can’t see how it would,” I agreed, wondering if my resurgent member was as visible to her as it felt to me. “Let’s go.”

Once in the car, Marcie made the most of her new-found adulthood by letting her short skirt ride higher and higher until I could plainly see her naughty bit and the fact that she had pulled the crotch of her panties into the slot of her pussy.

I stole glances at her pussy. She stole glances at my hardon. We rode in a silently escalating haze of lust.

“Bye, Dad! Thanks for the lift.”

“Have a nice day! Take care!” I watched her hot little ass bounce across the campus while trying not to let my desire be too obvious to a blind man. Wow! This was going to be hard to keep under control. It was clear that Marcie was just aching to be fucked and she was responding to me as to any other swinging dick, maybe even more so, with the hero worship kind of thing thrown in there for good measure.

That night, Sue wanted to gloat. She was certain that Marcie would have really given me a hard time the first day, just to flex her muscles. “Well, did we make the bus this morning?”

“No.,” I admitted.

“See! I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”

“Marcie didn’t ride the bus this morning. Not because she missed it, but because she was ready so early to prove how responsible she could be that I took her to school as a reward. I’m also going to raise her allowance. Anybody that mature deserves a bigger allowance.”

“Oh, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Marcie jumped into my lap, and smothered me with gaziantep escort bayan numaraları kisses.

Somewhat miffed at being shown up in the parenting department, Sue huffed, “Well! One blossom does not a Spring make!”

“No, my dear, but I think our little girl is growing up very fast and is ready to become much more responsible in every way. Aren’t you, Kid?”

“Yeah. Now that I know you will treat me like an adult, I don’t even mind you calling me ‘Kid’ anymore. When can I get my new allowance? Can we go to the mall tonight?”

“Whoa, young lady. Not so fast. Don’t you have school work?”

“Yes, but it’s already done. Betsy came over after school and helped me with it.”

Ah, Betsy. Just another of the hottest bits of teen fluff ever left lying around to make strong men weak at the knees from desire. “Betsy, huh?,” I squeaked, trying to sound casual. The thoughts of Betsy possibly joining Marcie watch me scrub the skin off my prick was almost enough to send a load down my pants leg right then.

“Ok, I guess we have time to run over there before bedtime. Do you want to see if Betsy wants to go along?” I held my breath.

“Sure! That would be great!”

Sue seemed somewhat miffed at being shunted aside. “Well, I have to go to bed early so I can get enough sleep. This early shift is hard to get used to. Don’t wake me up when you come in. I’m going to bed now.”

“Don’t worry, Dear. We’ll be as quiet as mice. You go ahead and get some rest while we’re out. See you at breakfast. Sleep well.” Hopefully, she didn’t notice the size of the hardon I was trying to hide from her, but I was making no effort to hide it from Marcie who was almost openly licking her lips. ———————————————————— I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this a long time ago. Here I was, sitting ten feet in front of a dressing room full of hot, teenage pussy that was trying on outfit after outfit with insufficient regard to absolute modesty. Both Marcie and Betsy graced me from time to time with innocent-looking flashes of skin that kept my blood boiling until the store closed. Somehow, the curtain over the doorway never seemed to get quite fully closed.

“Gee, Dad. Thanks. I had no idea you were going to buy the store out for me.”

“Yeah, Mr. Smith. You didn’t have to buy those things for me, too, but I really appreciate them.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, girls. Just watching you go so wild about all those clothes was a real treat for me.” You bet, I thought, and they knew what I meant, too, but by unspoken agreement we left it that way. They knew exactly what kind of “watching” they were being rewarded for.

The next morning, my dick was so hard during breakfast that I was sure Sue would notice something–if not the size of it, maybe the fact that it was hard for me to speak above a squeak, but she seemed oblivious to everything except her new job assignment. I couldn’t wait to see if Marcie would be peeking around the bathroom door again.

I was so hot from remembering yesterday morning in the bathroom, and the clothes buying session last night, that I almost got my gun before she showed up, but there she was–skirt up, pants down, finger in the old pussy, and here I was, dick up, hand pumping. In what seemed like no time, I could no longer hold it back. Cum flew everywhere. It took a good ten minutes to clean all the cum off me and to wipe off all the gobs spattered around the bathroom. Wouldn’t do to let my dear wife find that much cum scattered about, now would it?

When I finally made it downstairs, expecting to see my model daughter waiting on the couch, all ready to go, she was nowhere in sight.

“Marcie! Where are you?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. You bought me so many new outfits, I can’t decide which one to wear escort gaziantep numaraları today. Can you come help me?,” she called down from her room.

I checked my watch. We still had a few minutes to spare. “Ok!,” I yelled, sprinting up the stairs.

As I entered the room, my baby was bending over the bed, wearing only her new thong panties and the pushemup bra I had bought for her last night. Her bed was covered with the other things I had bought. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the perfection of her ass, except to sneak quick peeks at her firm tits, spilling over the top of the skimpy bra.

“Which one do you like the best, Daddy?,” my pride and joy asked impishly, standing in front of me nearly nude and holding first one dress, then the other, in front of her luscious body. A body, in fact, that I personally knew had been racked by a tremendous orgasm no more than fifteen minutes ago. I tried not to have another one myself, as I watched.

“What difference does it make, Baby. You’re eventually going to wear them all, so why not just close your eyes and pick one out for today. Besides, you don’t want to be late and have to get that spanking I promised you, do you?”

“Would you really spank me, Daddy?”

“Have I lied to you about anything else? I told you if you got yourself ready on time I would reward you in many ways and would also treat you like an adult in many ways. You got your reward and your adult treatment, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered in a small voice.

“Well, don’t take too long or I’ll have to put you over my knee.” I saw her eyes sparkle at the thought and sort of expected what was going to happen.

“I just can’t decide,” she declared, as she pranced around the room, grabbing one outfit, then another, to hold against her almost nude body as she modeled for her father.

“Ok. that’s it, young lady. Time’s up. I’m afraid you’ve missed your bus and I must keep my end of the bargain by punishing you. Come here and bend over my lap.”

“Oh, Daddy, Daddy. Please don’t hurt me. I was just so excited by all the nice things you bought for me and wanted to show them off to you. Please don’t spank me.”

However, as she talked, she was moving forward quickly to lie across my knees, with her delicious ass pointing right in my face and those rock-hard tits pressing into my thighs. I laid my hand on her hot ass and squeezed gently a few times while she wiggled around on my quickly expanding erection.

My first blow brought a very surprised yell.

“OW! Dad! OW! You’re killing me!”

“No such thing, young lady. This will teach you to waste your time and not meet your obligations.” I felt the heat of my first blow rising from her ass before smacking her again.

“OW! Dad! That hurts.”

“Hush, now, and take your punishment like a grownup. You earned it and I’m going to see that you get it.” By this time, my dick was hard enough to raise her off my lap. There was no question she could feel it rubbing against her belly.

Smack! Smack! Smack! I rained blow after blow on her rapidly reddening cheeks as she tried valiantly to take it. I began to rest my hand longer and longer on her ass cheeks after each blow, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her cunt lips apart. Gradually, I rolled her panties down so that I was smacking her bare ass and kept working my way lower and lower toward her dripping cunt.

It was plain that the eroticism of the situation was getting to her. She had stopped crying and was plainly getting into it–squirming around on my trapped dick and pushing back into my hand whenever it was near her pussy lips.

We got off together. She went absolutely rigid and stuck her legs straight back, trapping my hand between her thighs as she went over the top. It was more than I could bear. I went with her, flooding my clean chinos with a torrent of hot, fatherly cum. “Well! I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy. I have learned my lesson. I’ll be good from now on. Will you take me to school now?”

“Just as soon as I clean up a little, dear.”

During the ride to school, she was a little more daring than yesterday, making no secret about absently rubbing her pussy, but not openly acknowledging it, either.

This promised to be a really wild ride.

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Going for the Goldie

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I must have slept late because the house was empty when I woke up. I went out to get coffee and found a powder blue satin thong on the kitchen counter with a handwritten note from Alice. “I wore this after a date last night. You might notice a small stain. That’s my date’s cum that leaked out of me. Put it on and wait for Goldie. Don’t wear anything else.”

The stain wasn’t really that small, but I stepped into them and pulled them up. Her size was just enough to fit, but very snugly, holding my cock tightly, almost restricting it. Between that, the memories of last night and the anticipation of what was coming, I was soon leaking and adding to the stain.

It was a very long hour wondering what this was all about before I heard the door open.

Goldie walked in looking more than a bit imposing. A black leather bustier and tiny micro skirt was it. Well, except for the boots. The thigh high boots with the heels that had to be illegal. And the bag. When she set it down, it sort of jingled. Her face was done in a way to exude sex. Dark eyes, glossy red lips. Her long black hair was pulled up to the top of her head, a golden band gathering it and forming an extreme pony tail that cascaded down her back.

Walking towards me not even wincing at the height of the heels that would hobble most women, our eyes never broke the gaze between them. Hers was determination. Mine had to be fear. Without saying a word, she lowered her hand to my crotch and took hold with those nails I’d suffered under earlier.

“Hey asshole, how’s it feel to be wearing the thong your sister wore after she got fucked last night?”

Now how the hell was I supposed to answer that?

“I’m waiting for an answer asshole. Unless you want me to squeeze harder?”

“Um, no that’s OK” I grimaced, “I like wearing them.”

“Say it asshole … tell me you like wearing her thong smeared with cum from the guy who fucked her.”

I did as she commanded, only to get her to release her iron grip on my balls. But hell, I really did like wearing a thong with some guy’s cum that had leaked out of my sister’s cunt. I mean, it certainly wasn’t the first time.

Goldie let go of me and removed the thong, now soiled twice.

She had me lay on the couch, knelt between my legs and put her mouth to work again. Taking each ball in her mouth she clamped her teeth down making me think she was going to bite them off. Using both hands she worked up and down the shaft stroking me. I looked up to see the wall mirror behind her showing her skirt hiked up and her bare ass fully visible. Only it wasn’t completely bare. There appeared to be a chain stretched between her magnificent cheeks.

Stopping for a moment, she had me pull down the zipper holding the bustier closed. It was so tight that it almost popped open making her spectacular tits bounce gaziantep escort kız free. Enthralled with them, I made the same mistake again causing her to scream “NO!”

“Dammit. You fucked up again asshole. I was going to have to rub them but now you don’t get to touch them today. You’ll NEVER Fucking learn!! “

What could I say after that? Nothing.

She straightened to shrug the garment off, so I figured I’d at least be able to see them. Curses, foiled again!! Under the leather was a chain pretending to be a bra with small padlocks covering her nipples.

At least she went back to work on my cock. I was afraid she might not. With both hands again she pumped it until it spewed all over that wonderful chest. I though I was in real trouble. But not even close. She used her hands to rub it into them like some sort of skin cream.

“I was going to have you do this, but you fucked up and tried to touch them again.”

She stood up in front of me and turned around.

“Unzip my skirt and take it off.”

No argument from me there. Under it was another chain. Turning around slowly, I could see that this was a chain pretending to be a thong with three more small padlocks arranged down her the middle over her mound. She blew my mind when she moved one her fingers still wet with my cum down to her crotch and moving the locks aside, rubbed it along her slit. But who needs a mind when your sister is all but masturbating inches from your face with a finger she just used to rub your cum into her tits after jacking you off?

But it wasn’t over. Holding the locks aside, she said “Use your tongue and make one lick right here,” using her bright crimson index finger nail to point to her slit glistening with my own cum. “One lick asshole, just one.”

She was smooth as silk and tasted heavenly. Once I got to her fingernail she used it at the tip of my nose to push me away and let the locks go which did nothing really to cover her at all.

“Someday, I might teach you to eat pussy almost as good as your wife does.”

I was lost in the thought of my wife’s head between my sister’s legs.

“Almost, because a guy can never eat pussy as well as a woman.”

I was sure gonna try if she ever gave me the chance.

“Now, let’s get to work before your cock tries to come to life again,” she said as she reached into the bag she’d brought.

She brought out chains. More chains. And more locks. Damn Goldie and her locks. And then something else, bigger and cup like. She told me to stand with my legs parted. Putting one of the chains around my waist, she dropped a portion of it down behind me, then reached between my legs to pull it up into my ass crack. The next thing out of her back of bitch tricks was a plastic bag with a cloth wrapped escort kız gaziantep around an ice pack. I swear the ice cold rag she grabbed me with shrunk me to half my normal flaccid size. The cup like device turned out to fit tightly over my now shrunken cock and had rings to attach to the chain with … you guessed it … more locks.

“That’s a good fit for now. We’ll leave you like that for the rest of the day. I want to see how you get used to it.”

I was more than stunned. She stood up and walked away in those thigh high boots and minuscule chains, all but nude otherwise. Both of us. She started to ignore me, going about a routine of trivial things. She took out her phone, selected some music, plugged in some earbuds, and off she went to the kitchen to get something to eat. That turned out to be a banana and I’m here to say, she made one Hell of a show of eating that banana. My sister was all but mouth fucking herself with that banana trying to deep throat it. Fully restricted however, my cock couldn’t rise to the occasion. As it tried, I found out the purpose of the chain stretched so tightly along my ass crack.

It became even more of an issue when she started dancing to whatever music she was listening to. Maybe undulating would be a better word. It would be called lewd almost everywhere. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she got a message on her phone. After typing a brief reply, she took the earbuds off, put the phone down and walked back to me. Taking me by the hand without saying a word, she led me to one of the decorative columns separating two rooms. Backing me up to it, she stepped behind and clicked something around my wrists behind the pole. Bitch had handcuffed me to it. She brought a small stool, placed it between my legs and adjusted it so I could rest on it without sitting down. She moved a small, but sturdy table to just a few feet in front of me. Reaching into her bag again to retrieve something else, she moved behind me again. Reaching around my neck from behind she placed something over my mouth and clasped it behind my neck. I realized it was something to keep me from speaking.

“Enjoy the show asshole.”

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. She sauntered over to the front door and opened it wide, standing there in broad daylight nearly nude, hands on her hips, legs parted. In a moment a man entered. Their first contact was his hand between her legs. He took her naked body in his arms, crushing her to him and kissing her deeply. Breaking off, she took his hand and led him over to the table in front of me. No words were spoken and neither of them acknowledged me in any way despite my predicament.

Standing there just a few feet in front of she removed the chain bra and thong. Even though I had seen nearly gaziantep escort kızlar all of her and the small chains had really done nothing to cover her, this is the first time she was completely uncovered … well except for those insane boots. This guy, whoever he was now let his hands wander freely over her body, tits, legs, ass, cunt, wherever he wanted. Her hands were busy fishing his cock out of his pants. She lowered down to her knees and took him all into her mouth working him in, inch by inch, her lips and throat working steadily and obscenely. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and finished undressing him, then did what he had done, run her hands all over him. At one point, he cupped her breasts and put his mouth to them, licking and nibbling on them. She fell back to her knees and opened her mouth again. This is where I found out what the pony tail was for. He held it firmly while he pushed into her open mouth and literally fucked her face.

After what seemed like an hour of them exploring each other with their hands and mouths while standing, followed by the face fuck, they showed out what the table was for. Laying back on it, she took his cock in her hand and guided it into her cunt. I’m handcuffed to a pole in my own living room with a gag over my mouth and my own cock restricted watching a guy I’d never seen before fucking my sister. And there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. This went on for quite a while as he pumped in and out of her. I began to think he was some kind of robotic fucking machine. Finally he pulled out of her. She turned over laying face down on the table and he moved in behind her. Though neither of them had said a word to me or even looked at me, they made it very clear that he was going to fuck her ass. It seemed like she had made a point of positioning and opening herself in a way that there would be no doubt in my mind where his cock was going. And go it did. Slowly at first until she adjusted, but it all went in. Back to the machine like strokes, pumping and pounding, slapping his balls on her.

Before too long, he pulled out flipped her over and spewed all over her tits, the same place she had taken mine earlier. Again, her hands went to work rubbing it over them. In her first time looking at me since he arrived, she walked over to me and pressed those tits against me, inevitably transferring some of the liquid to me.

Without a word having been spoken by anyone, he got dressed and she walked him to the door to show him out.

Applause? I heard applause? Yes, it was applause. A door opened from another room and out walked my mother, my wife, my father and my other sister. They had all been watching via a concealed camera. All five of them walked up to me and my wife released me from the gag and handcuffs.

My mother was the first to speak “did you enjoy Goldie’s Locks?”

They laughed. I groaned.

Leaving the cage on and Goldie in the nude, the rest of them fully dressed, we all sat down to recap and talk. I was told this was a test to see how I would react to an explicit and extreme show involving someone close to me. I was also told it would not be the last time, but no other details were offered.

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The Tangled Web Ch. 11

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Ch. 11: July 2002 – Breast Feeding

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

*****

It is now two months since Sara gave birth to the twins, now named Simon and Samantha.

It was a difficult and painful birth in which she tore badly and needed a series of stitches to repair the damage to her vagina and perineum. The consultant had told her that it would be medically safe to have sex after four weeks, but the pain has been such that she has felt unable to make love either with David, her boyfriend which whom he lives, or with Sam, her brother, her long time lover and the father of the twins.

Sam’s delivery room prediction that it was ‘…going to be a different world..’ has proved amply fulfilled. The twins, though no more difficult than any newly born babies, are making huge demands on their mother.

Sara, who has opted to breast feed, is feeding one or the other child on a four-hourly basis, day and night, and is exhausted. Her brother Sam is terribly frustrated because he cannot be there to help or even to offer moral support during the long nights.

Her boyfriend David’s interest in the twins is fast waning, and his frustration at being denied sexual access to Sara is very obvious. He has continued to see Paula, his sex partner of some years now (you could never call Paula a mistress) but even she, normally the most willing of participants, is becoming tired of his excessive demands and is also beginning to resent the lost earnings as an escort that his freebie sex sessions are costing her.

David, who now sleeps in the spare room ‘so as not to be disturbed by the babies’ has started leaving home early so as to be out of the house when the twins wake for their morning feed. This should have caused Sara great anger and distress but in fact she welcomes his absence warmly, partly because he cannot then put pressure on her to have sex, but mostly because it allows her beloved Sam to visit her most mornings on his way to work and watch his children being fed.

This is one of those mornings.

*****

Sara sat up in bed, her back resting against the headboard, cradled by pillows. Her shoulder length brown hair was all messed up in a real version of the ‘bed head’ hair style much loved by Meg Ryan amongst others. Her night dress was unbuttoned down the front all the way to her navel to allow free access to her soft, swollen breasts, now supported by an off-white maternity bra.

The bottom of the left cup was unzipped, allowing her pale breast, still relatively small despite being a new mother, to fall free. Her nipple, greatly softened and enlarged from its pre-pregnancy firmness, was firmly held in the tiny mouth of her baby Samantha, who was drawing on it, eyes closed, and contentedly falling asleep.

At the foot of the bed, softly gurgling himself to sleep, lay Samantha’s brother Simon, gorged with his mother’s milk, his big brown eyes – just like his father Sam’s – closing slowly but inexorably.

Sara looked down at her daughter, now fast asleep in her arms, the nipple still in her mouth, and smiled. Her smile deepened as she heard the unmistakeable sounds of a key sliding into the front door, the door opening and closing softly, followed by almost silent footsteps across the hallway.

The bedroom door opened a fraction and a warm, familiar face peered round and smiled.

“Hi Midge!” Sam whispered. “How are things today?”

Sara looked up at her brother, her face, dewy-eyes through tiredness and devoid of make-up, looked like that of a child. Sam felt a twisting, turning feeling in his stomach as his powerful love for her made itself felt. Almost naked, surrounded by crisp white sheets and pillows and with a suckling baby – his baby – in her arms, he could not imagine a more lovely, more perfect, more arousing picture.

So, being a typical man, he wrecked it.

“Shall I make us some tea?” He croaked, conscious of his voice having broken the spell.

Sara nodded silently and he left the room. As he waited for the kettle in the kitchen to boil, he heard a little moving about in the bedroom next door. When he returned, mugs of tea in each hand, both the twins were fast sleep in their cots and Sara was lying full length on the bed.

The summer morning sun was trying to break through the curtains and he crossed to open them.

“No Sam!” Sara whispered hoarsely. “Leave it dark! Don’t wake them!”

Realising his mistake, Sam sheepishly crossed to the bed and lay fully clothed next to her. He rolled onto his side and gently kissed her soft lips. The room smelled of clean babies and fresh milk. He loved it!

“Bad night again?” He asked.

“No!” Sara replied. “They slept through till 5am before feeding so I got nearly gaziantep escort kadın a full night’s sleep. I’ve just fed them again. That’s earlier than usual so they didn’t take much.”

Sara was fidgeting in her maternity bra. It was clearly uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked. “Sore?”

“No, not sore. They’ve not taken much of my milk this time and it’s a bit painful. I really need to use the pump or I’ll be in pain until the next feed.” She added. Sam was nonplussed.

“What’s the pump, Midge? It sounds a bit – well, you know – sexy.”

“It isn’t if you have to use it, Sam. Get it, will you? It’s in the top right hand drawer.”

Sam obediently opened the drawer and pulled out a strange contraption which looked like a gas-powered air horn only with a clear bottle instead of a canister. The horn was more of a clear plastic funnel, and it had a long tube with a squeezy ball on the end.

“What on earth’s this?” He asked before his mouth suddenly dropped open. “Oh God! It isn’t for … what I think it’s for, is it?”

After deciphering hi comments, Sara laughed, then hushed herself before whispering.

“Yes! And it’s really important I use it now before I explode. Go to the lounge if you don’t want to watch!!”

“Do you want me to go?” He asked.

Sara appeared to think it through carefully.

“No Sam! I want you to be as close to being a real father as we can get. But not everything is pretty, I warn you.”

Sam watched in astonishment as Sara unfastened her maternity bra and her full right breast fell forwards. The nipple was firm and drops of white milk were leaking from the tip.

Sara pressed the funnel over her nipple with her right hand and began to gently squeeze the ball in her left. After a few seconds a small stream of milk flowed from her breast into the funnel and down into he bottle below. Sam watched spellbound.

“If they don’t feed enough, I make too much milk and it hurts. If I draw it into this I can feed them with a bottle if I they’re too hungry next time. It also means someone else can feed them and it’s still breast milk. You could feed them Sam, if I can express enough milk.”

Silence fell as Sara gently pumped her right breast until no more milk flowed into the funnel, then made to zip herself up before moving to the other, but Sam stayed her hand.

Sara grinned indulgently at him, and instead unfastened her bra at the clip between the cups. It fell open letting both her breasts fall free. As Sam watched, she applied the pump’s funnel firmly to her left breast and pumped steadily. The clear plastic bottle filled further with milk until again no more would flow. Sara handed Sam the half-filled bottle. She sighed.

“Now I won’t get too uncomfortable before lunch.”

Sam looked at the bottle and screwed down the airtight lid.

“I’ll just put it in the fridge.” He said rolling to the edge of the bed, but Sara held his arm.

“That’ll wait a few minutes. Just hug me a while, Sam. I need it.”

Sam rolled back towards her and gathered his sister into his arms, holding her body close to his. Sara felt warm and comforted in his strong embrace. Having the twins had knocked her self confidence badly.

She had not expected the birth to be so painful and was now worried that the tearing of her vagina had left her permanently deformed. Her breasts had gown, it was true, but she now worried that they were floppy instead of firm. She had put on a little weight during her pregnancy and believed that this and her loose stomach muscles combined to make her a fat, unattractive shadow of her former self. She worried that Sam would no longer find her attractive.

Sam would have been horrified if he had known this. Sara was the centre of his life, and having the twins had moved his love for her onto a new level. The new softness of his sister’s body, sharply in contrast to his wife Lynn’s athletic one, strongly attracted him. He saw Sara’s fuller breasts, tummy and hips as deeply arousing evidence of her new status as the mother of his children. He could not have loved or desired her more.

Sam rested his head on the bed close to Sara’s naked breasts. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair and down the back of his neck. This close to her, the smell of milk and motherhood was overpowering and Sam loved it. Before his eyes, a tiny stream of milk leaked from her nipple and ran across the pale skin of her breast. Instinctively, Sam put out his tongue and licked it away. Sara gasped. The smooth, rich taste in his mouth made Sam light headed.

Sam moved his head slightly until his tongue lapped lightly across Sara’s nipple. A drop more milk rolled down his tongue and he heard Sara’s breathing deepen and her body tense, then relax. He drew the tip of his tongue lightly across the underside of her breast and blew lightly on the nipple itself. He felt his sister’s body tense again alongside him, but he pressed on.

Lifting his head, Sam began to trace long escort gaziantep kadın low silvery lines across the soft skin on the underside of Sara’s breasts. The hot breath from his nose played across her sore nipples and soothed them before his soft warm lips opened wide to take the full width of her nipple into his mouth. Sara winced, expecting sharp pain from her sore breasts, but Sam was so gentle that none came. Rather, she felt herself being milked oh-so-gently once again. She stroked his face with her fingertips and her fingers entwined in his hair. They lay together, the silence in the room broken only by the twins’ breathing and the soft sounds of Sam’s lips milking Sara’s breast.

Sara looked at Sam’s large, handsome head cradled in her arms, his eyes closed, his tender lips around her filling right breast. She felt the gentle, rhythmic sucking of his mouth and the delicate way his tongue toyed with the tip of her nipple. The soft skin of her breast moved in and out with the movement of his cheeks as he gently drew tiny drops of her milk into his mouth.

Sam felt the warmth of Sara’s body close to him, his head resting on the slackened muscles of her stomach, her wonderfully enlarged breast pressed against his face. The sweet smell of Sara surrounded him and his mind was full of the thick creamy taste of her milk, tiny spurts of which ran across his tongue each time he drew on her nipple. He took care to keep his hard teeth away from her delicate flesh. He felt detached, in a dream world all of his own.

As his warm tongue passed over her sensitive nipple, Sara recalled clearly the time she would forever consider the moment of conception. That early Friday morning, once David had gone to work when, in her own unmade bed, she and Sam had both reached an incredible, almost painful mutual climax and she had felt flooded with her brother’s seed. Sara had felt so certain that the moment of conception had come that she had called in sick and remained on her back most of the afternoon to give his sperm the greatest chance of impregnating her.

And it had worked! The proof was sleeping in the room with them.

As she remembered that morning, for the first time since the birth she felt the light tingling feeling between her thighs that told of the first stirrings of desire in her belly. She opened her legs a little and felt the weight of Sam’s head slip a little lower down. She began to stroke his arm, then his stomach and back, through his shirt. Sam said nothing, but adjusted his position to allow himself to arouse her other nipple.

Sara’s body was now sending unmistakable messages to her brain. From the warm wet sensation between her thighs she realized that she was actually lubricating for the first time since the birth. For the first time since the twins had been born she was definitely becoming aroused. She loved the feeling. Her body wanted Sam’s body. She began to want Sam once again with all her being. She felt like a woman again.

Her fingers began purposefully to stroke his hip, then his buttocks and finally slipped around his waist to caress his flaccid cock through the front of his trousers.

She felt Sam pause, his mouth stationary on her breast. She deftly unbuttoned the waistband of his suit trousers with her nimble fingers and lowered his zip before sliding her hand inside to grasp his manhood more firmly through the cotton of his underpants.

In instant response, Sam began to harden under her touch. Sara slid her fingers fully inside his pants and downwards over his firming cock to cup his tightening sack. Sam drew more firmly on her nipple, small soft noises emanating from his throat and into her soft breast.

Sam felt Sara’s hand upon him and glowed with pleasure. He had wanted her every day since the birth of their twins – had wanted her even during the birth itself – but had known he must leave it to her to decide when the time was right. It had seemed an age, but now her hands were unmistakably demanding him. The taste and smell of her milk filled his head and heightened his desire. To feel her hands on his body in this sexual way after so long was almost too much.

He gently released her nipple from his mouth and turned his head to look her in the eyes.

Sara was smiling indulgently at him.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

Sara nodded. “Be gentle.” She added.

Sam smiled and pushed himself upright to sit up on the bed next to her. He reached across with one hand and stroked her cheek, letting his finger caress her chin and pass momentarily onto her lips. Sara opened her mouth and took his finger in, biting it playfully, sensually. She wriggled out of her nightdress as Sam pulled off his shirt and tie, and slid his trousers and pants down his legs, kicking them to the floor. Naked, he knelt on the bed and pulled the duvet down, revealing Sara’s sweet body.

At first, she closed her legs and brought them up to her chest, self-consciously concealing her loosened stomach. Sam bent gaziantep kadın escort over and kissed her on the lips. She smelt and tasted her own milk in his mouth and breath. It made her want him so much more.

Sam dropped his head to kiss her on her breasts, then gently but firmly, he straightened her legs and kissed her on the stomach. Once so flat and muscular, it was still a little slack from her pregnancy with just a hint of the increased roundness of belly and hips which Sam loved so much but which Sara saw as hideous. He understood why she might feel shy.

To show her how beautiful he found her, he showering the pale skin of her stomach with tiny kisses while stroking her sides and hips with his fingers. Sara gradually relaxed under his touch and as the tension left her body and her legs straightened, he drew her knickers down over her knees and cast them aside.

Returning his lips to her belly, Sam began to kiss lower and lower until his tongue played with the short tight curls of her re-grown but still short pubic hair. He slipped the tip of his tongue down the fold of skin where her thighs met her pubis. He could hear Sara’s breathing, heavy and deep and her legs opened a little further. Sam moved his tongue to the other side of her mound and delved deep between her thighs with its tip. Sara moaned softly above him, and in response he slid his tongue in a straight line down the centre of her dark triangle, seeking her core.

He felt Sara’s fingers in his hair, and reached further with his tongue, parting her outer lips and seeking the nub of her clitoris.

Suddenly her hands tightened, holding his head still. He heard Sara whisper.

“No, Sam. I’m not ready for that yet.”

Testing her resolution, Sam quickly drew his tongue across the underside of her clitoris. She gasped sharply, but held his head firmly.

“Please Sam. Not this time. Please!”

Slightly disappointed, but knowing that she must be the one to dictate the pace, Sam pulled himself upright and smiled, stroking Sara’s cheek with his fingers once again. His erection, now large, heavy and bold, slapped noisily against his flat stomach. Thoughtfully, apprehensively, Sara’s fingers passed along its length.

“Take it slowly, Sam. Be gentle.” She pleaded, tentatively opening her legs.

His excitement restored, Sam moved his body between her thighs and pressed forwards as Sara lay back flat on the bed. He leaned over her, taking his weight on one arm while carefully positioning his erection at the entrance to her vagina. She opened her legs wide as Sam slipped his head between her outer lips, sliding it up and down to seek the moist inner passage.

Sara’s outer lips were swollen with her desire and he found her inner entrance easily. Sam pressed further forward, then, taking his weight on both arms, with a slow movement of his hips he pushed himself into her body just one inch.

Sara gasped and bit her lip. He body tensed.

“Are you OK, Midge?” She nodded in response, forcing herself to relax.

Carefully, Sam slid a further inch in. Sara tensed again, but less markedly.

“You’re sure it’s ok?” He whispered. Sara looked into his eyes, her face soft and vulnerable. There were tears forming in the corner of her own eyes. She nodded.

Sam slid wordlessly into her one more inch, then another and another, pausing at every step for Sara’s guidance until finally his entire length was buried within her soft body. He waited to allow them both to adjust. He could feel Sara’s vagina, once so tight, now unexpectedly loose around his shaft.

Warm and moist, it still felt wonderful, he thought, fighting his body’s desire to thrust into her.

Sara felt Sam within her body once again. There was certainly a little pain – the birth of their twins had unquestionably damaged her – but it was only slight and very much worth it to be united with her brother once again. She tried to tighten herself around his shaft as she had done so often in the past, and found to her delight that he responded immediately with a surprised grunt. The pain melted away to be replaced by increasing passion and desire.

“Are you okay Midge?” He asked anxiously.

“Mmmm. Yes.” Came the somewhat dreamy-voiced reply.

Sam gently began to slide himself out of Sara’s body, then slowly and smoothly he penetrated her again, all the time watching her face for signs of discomfort. He saw a little, but also saw the remaining tension leave her body and as the speed and depth of his thrusts increased slightly, he began to hear the unmistakeably familiar short soft pants of his sister’s rising excitement.

Sara’s fingers stroked his chest as he drove himself into and out of her vagina with increasing but still carefully controlled force. Sam knew too well how in the past in the height of passion he had lost all control of his body, hammering himself into Sara almost crazed with desire and he fought to retain control now. Sara felt light waves of pleasure flowing through her and, grasping Sam’s shoulders, lifted her knees as high and as wide as she could manage.

To his astonishment, Sam felt himself driving even deeper into her body. He felt the base of his shaft strike firmly against her pubis, the bones halting his progress as her coarse pubic hair rasped against his. But she was still loose around him and he yearned for the tight grasp of her body around his shaft once again.

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The Shy One Ch. 09

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When the boat reached their favorite small, secluded island, Brad lowered the sails and dropped the anchor. All three of them waded ashore, then walked to a spot surrounded by boulders and trees. It was well shielded from prying eyes, although no one was likely to sail out here anyway. The boulders were covered with soft blue-green lichen and bright green moss. The area was heavily shaded, cool and comfortable.

Lisa spread a large blanket on the ground, then looked at Cassie, nodding her toward it. Cassie obediently stood in the center. She’d left her top off, at Brad’s insistence. Without being told she slipped her bikini bottoms off now, too, then dropped to her knees.

He liked watching this, seeing his little sister’s bare tits and cunt in the sun, obediently following Lisa’s orders.

Lisa knelt beside and slightly behind her. She reach around Cassie to gently touch and squeeze both of her tits. Cassie closed her eyes, enjoying Lisa’s touches. Lisa kissed her neck, then worked her way up to nibble on her ear.

“Come help me Brad. Let’s get your little sister all ready to eat pussy,” Lisa said, her lips still brushing Cassie’s earlobe.

Brad eagerly took up a position on Cassie’s other side, kneeling and slightly behind her, too. Cassie turned to look at him. He kissed her as he fondled the breast nearest him.

When he broke the kiss he saw Lisa energetically sucking Cassie’s other tit. Lisa looked up at him, the tit still in her mouth, then released it to give Cassie a hard, wicked french kiss herself. Brad noticed that Lisa’s finger was already buried in Cassie’s undoubtedly wet slit.

“Let me see you fuck her,” Lisa said to Brad. He realized he was going to have to take some orders, too. Lisa seemed to be a bit of a dominatrix today. “I like watching a brother fuck his sister whore.”

Brad didn’t mind the orders so far. He moved directly behind Cassie while Lisa moved to her front. He kissed the back of Cassie’s neck and shoulders as he slid his own bathing suit down to the ground. Lisa alternated between sucking each of Cassie’s tits.

Cassie stayed motionless, her hands at her sides, silent for the moment.

“I’m going to fuck my little whore, now,” Brad whispered into Cassie’s ear. Cassie turned to look at him, smiling. Lisa grabbed Cassie’s chin roughly in her hand, spinning her harshly around.

“Eyes front, whore,” she ordered, then kissed her hard on the mouth again. Brad pressed his cock against the small of Cassie’s back, while reaching around to grab and squeeze both of his sister’s tits during the girls’ long kiss. Cassie started moaning into Lisa’s mouth the moment he touched her.

Brad lifted Cassie upwards, still squeezing her tits in his hands. He made no effort to be gentle, but Cassie eased any pain by willingly rising herself. Lisa, staring into Cassie’s eyes, reached down to grab his cock and guide it into Cassie. As soon as it touched her, Cassie eased back into him, arching her back to grind her ass and cunt further down onto his cock.

Brad clenched his eyes shut, aware once again only of the wickedly burning, constricting sensation of his baby sister’s cunt taking his cock. The action pushed her tits harder into his hands. As soon as she’d pushed herself completely onto him, she began a smooth, easy, rhythm with her hips and ass, thrusting forward and back, easing his cock in and out of her hole. Brad’s world tumbled away, leaving him with nothing but the feel of Cassie’s blazing soft flesh tormenting the skin of his prick.

Her squeals began in earnest, then intensified as Lisa went back to sucking on her tits and kissing her hungrily. Brad opened his eyes to enjoy the sight of his sister being molested by another woman.

Lisa gave Cassie some time to enjoy their dual affections. Brad watched as the intensity grew on Lisa’s face, too. He could almost see the point where Lisa snapped, where she needed move things along. Lisa reached into a pocket in her shorts to pull out a lipstick holder. She applied it generously to Cassie’s lips.

“Hold still, girl, I don’t want to smear it,” Lisa said, laughing, as Cassie continued to rock back onto Brad’s cock. She held Cassie’s chin firmly with one hand, digging her fingers into her cheeks, while applying the bright red, glossy lipstick with the other hand.

“There, that’s better. Now. This is your ‘whore’ lipstick,” she instructed. “You can’t kiss anyone while you’re wearing it. It’s only for licking pussy and sucking cock. When you’re done with me I don’t want to see any of it on your lips. I want to see it smeared all around my cunt, everywhere. Do you understand?”

Cassie nodded, then moaned again as Brad brutally stabbed her again with his cock.

“I can’t wait to see you lick pussy, little sister,” he breathed into her ear.

She looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Her own eyes were glassy, consumed with lust. Her mind was gone, leaving only her body and a world of swirling sensations to be wrestled with. Lisa’s hand shot up to gaziantep escort bayan reklamları grab her chin, squeezing her cheeks tightly as she spun her forward again.

“I said eyes front, whore,” Lisa barked.

Then Lisa stepped back, wearing a wry smile. She undressed slowly in front of them, taking her time, seemingly enjoying the sight of them fucking for her amusement. They both enjoyed watching her, too. Brad further delighted in the feeling of Cassie’s cunt tugging on his cock as he watched Lisa strip.

Brad had forgotten how shapely Lisa’s naked body was. Part of the beauty of Cassie’s tits was their pointy, conical shape with small, dark, well defined nipples. Lisa’s were larger and much rounder, more like the shape of Cassie’s ass. Despite their size they were firm, with reddish pink nipples still forming into sweet points at their tips.

Lisa had a woman’s shape from top to bottom, too. Cassie had curves at her waist and her hips, but they were subtle, making her look younger than she was. But Lisa’s curves were exquisite, leaving no question, regardless of what she was wearing, that there was an intensely sexual woman within them. With nothing on, Lisa’s body screamed at a man to admire it, or even more to come and touch it.

Once naked, Lisa stepped forward, so her cunt was inches from their faces. Brad admired her curling, dirty blonde pubic hairs, a sharp contrast to the straighter, blacker hairs of his sister. Her cunt was so different from Cassie’s, more of a woman’s cunt, matched with her meaty breasts and round hips.

“You’re both going to lick this until I’ve come as much as I want to. Do you understand, whore?” Lisa asked, looking at Cassie. Lisa grabbed Cassie’s head with both hands.

Cassie nodded her head emphatically, as another squeal escaped her lips.

“Try it now,” Lisa said. “Try out your new whore lipstick. Put a nice red kiss right over my clit.” Lisa swung her hips closer to Cassie’s half open mouth.

Cassie looked up at her, hesitating. Lisa impatiently pulled her head forward. Brad added one hand from behind, helping to push Cassie’s face against the top of Lisa’s cunt. Cassie made a large, comic book pucker with her lips. She pressed them hard, was forced to press them hard, right over the top of Lisa’s clit.

Her eyes were tightly shut at first. They both held her there, until she opened her eyes to look up into Lisa’s face. Then first Lisa, and next Brad, released her. Brad could see bright red lip marks, a pretty little girl kiss the size and shape of Cassie’s mouth, right over the skin and pubic hairs around Lisa’s clitoris.

Lisa backed off to lay back on the blanket before them, spreading her legs, while Brad returned to holding and molesting Cassie’s sweet, pretty little tits. He admired the lipstick mark on Lisa’s cunt. He wished he could see the same on Lisa’s tits. Or Cassie’s. Or both.

Lisa tried to sound firm and in control, but her own voice cracked and rose in pitch with excitement.

“Time to lick it, Cassie. Now,” she ordered.

Brad reluctantly released his grip on Cassie’s tits. She fell slowly but obediently forward, onto all fours, until her face was again only inches from Lisa’s pussy.

* * *

Cassie had held her face this close to Lisa’s cunt before, but had never touched it with her lips until the lipstick kiss. She’d been close enough to smell it, and she could smell it now. The musky scent of sex, of female cum and sweat, was strong.

Lisa had a lot more pubic hair than Cassie, not quite blonde but rather sandy brown, and curlier than Cassie’s. Lisa had trimmed it short, though, into a neat heart shape around her long slit.

Cassie closed her eyes and hesitated, feigning reluctance. Brad leaned forward onto her back and thrust himself into her again. She pushed back with her ass and cunt, grinding against him, savoring the feeling, trying to get as much of him as she could. His hands had fallen to her hips, helping to hold her steady as he pushed eagerly forward. Now he moved them again to caress her tits.

She liked that, she liked everything. His cock was in her, filling her. His hands were on her tits, firmly squeezing them, owning them. The sweat from his chest made it slip across her back, and his breath was hot on her neck. She wanted him to fuck her like this forever.

She couldn’t think about what she wanted, though. She was a whore. A double whore, now, for him and for Lisa. She was a true whore for Lisa. She’d been paid. She owed Lisa, and the price was small compared to what she was getting out of the deal.

Cassie looked over at Brad, his face beside hers now, right against Lisa’s cunt. His tongue snaked out to trace a path up and down one side of Lisa’s slit, then dug into the crevice where her clit was buried. It made quick, small circles there, right in the center of the lip marks she’d left. Lisa purred contentedly in response.

Brad was showing Cassie gaziantep bayan escort reklamları what to do. Brad moved his mouth to Cassie’s ear. She felt his hot breath first, then his tongue tracing her ear lobe, just as it had traced Lisa’s slit.

“Eat her cunt, Cassie,” he ordered.

She was his whore. Their whore. She had to do it.

Cassie didn’t really mind. She played at being scared, being the good little girl who didn’t want to eat pussy. But she’d been ready for this all summer, thinking about it, even fantasizing about it. She was ready. She was actually eager. But she still liked playing the part of sweet, innocent, little Cassie.

Brad rammed his cock into her again, hard, pushing her face forward into Lisa’s cunt. Cassie obediently opened her mouth and pressed it, inexpertly at first, against Lisa’s cunt lips. She pretended to warm to the task slowly, beginning by nibbling around the edges, pulling on Lisa’s cunt lips with her mouth. Then she drove her tongue into Lisa’s hole, tasting her hot, slippery cum.

Cassie felt Brad grab her tits more ruthlessly now, squeezing painfully hard as he pushed his cock ever deeper into her, again forcing her face against Lisa’s cunt. Cassie screamed again. As her mouth opened wide it covered Lisa’s pussy. She felt Lisa’s pubic hairs on her tongue and lips, then returned hungrily to licking pussy, losing all of her feigned inhibitions, doing only as she was told while her brother fucked her mercilessly.

She felt Brad’s hands slide down her belly to grab her thighs. He jerked them suddenly back, lifting her knees off the ground and dropping her abruptly onto her belly. His cock slipped out of her. Cassie moaned her disappointment, but he was inside her again a moment later, deeper this time, slamming his hips rapidly against her ass to drive far into her, and to push her rhythmically against Lisa’s wet cunt.

Cassie slipped her tongue into Lisa again. She was soon frustrated by how small her own tongue was, how little she could do to fill Lisa with it. She gave up and moved to find Lisa’s clit, the wonderful little button that Lisa knew how to circle and press and tease in wondrous ways on Cassie herself.

“That’s it Cassie. Make me come. Let your brother to help you.”

Brad obeyed. He stayed inside Cassie, but abandoned his hard strokes to move his head beside hers. Cassie watched as his tongue reached out to find Lisa’s clit, too, then she moved her own tongue to join his. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his tongue beside and against hers, with his sweaty cheek pressing against hers, as they licked Lisa together.

Cassie stayed with Brad the whole time, letting her tongue follow her brother’s where ever it went, clinging to him with it just as she did during the day with her body. Brad moved to force his tongue into Lisa’s hole, and Cassie struggled to join him, her own tongue feeling small and inadequate beside his. When Brad moved up to Lisa’s clit, Cassie eagerly followed. Together they danced in tight circles over and around the Lisa’s tiny, hard button.

Lisa kept up a monologue of dirty instructions the whole time. The sound of her voice had always excited Cassie. It made her feel like more of the whore that she wanted to be.

“That’s a good whore, Cassie. Lick my cunt with your brother.”

“Make noise, Cassie. Let me hear you licking me.”

“Put your fingers in me, Cassie. Not Brad, just you. I want your little girl fingers in my cunt.”

Lisa’s words became frantic as she neared orgasm. She had always, always been in control, but now she was losing it.

“Find my clit, whore. Find my clit with your whore lips and make me come.”

“That’s it, Cassie! That’s it! You’re doing it! You whore! You whore!”

Lisa was fucking back now, bucking her hips violently into both of their faces. The motion of it started Brad’s cock moving in Cassie again. He felt it, too, and abandoned Lisa’s cunt to return his attention to fucking his little sister. Cassie was left alone to finish Lisa, to suck her and lick her and taste her and eat her and finish her, while Brad tried to fill Cassie herself with brother cock and brother cum.

The thought and feel of it all sent Cassie over the edge, into a world of screams and convulsions. She came over and over again. A corner of her mind knew she’d stopped attending to Lisa, but it didn’t matter. Cassie’s erotic squeals had already sent Lisa over the edge, too. Lisa finished things on her own, ruthlessly bucking and grinding her cunt against Cassie’s lips and face, fucking her hard so that they came together.

“That’s it, Cassie Whore! Make your brother fuck you into me. Make me part of your incestuous brother fuck. Be our incestuous cock loving lesbian whore, Cassie. Be our whore.”

* * *

Afterward, they all lay together on the blanket, in the shade of the trees. Cassie couldn’t tell if Brad and Lisa were napping. She certainly couldn’t sleep. escort gaziantep bayan reklamları She studied both of them, their bodies and faces. Every once in a while she would reach out to touch one of them, to caress the muscles of Brad’s stomach, or the firm soft curve of Lisa’s breast.

Some time later, Lisa stood up and walked off. She returned shortly with a cooler from the boat. They all sat together, mostly quiet, enjoying the warm summer air, simple food and a calming silence. Out on the lake today, on their island, there was no noise. There were few animals and birds here, and the wind was steady and smooth, not gusty, not rustling the leaves of the trees.

Lisa made an occasional joke about the lipstick smeared around Cassie’s mouth, and her own cunt. They all laughed softly, but Brad and Cassie were otherwise comfortably silent.

* * *

They sat in a small, tight circle, eating and drinking. They were close together, closer than they’d normally sit, but none of them were touching. It was like an unspoken truce. None of the three lovers could get any more or less than the others. Lisa couldn’t touch Cassie. Brad couldn’t touch Lisa. Cassie couldn’t touch Brad.

“Do you think you can get hard again, Brad?” Lisa asked.

Cassie turned sharply to look at Lisa. Lisa wasn’t supposed to want him. At all. That was part of the deal. Brad was Cassie’s.

Lisa saw the look in her face, the stern glare. She grinned back at Cassie.

“Not for me, whore, for you,” she said. “Well, sort of for me. I like watching him fuck you. And now that you’ve paid your debt, I think he should reclaim you in front of me. Make you his whore in front of me.”

Cassie continued to look intently at Lisa, then turned to Brad to see his reaction. She expected to see him grinning like an adolescent, but he didn’t. He looked serious and tender. He was waiting to see if it was something she wanted. He was so good to her, she thought. Better than any other guy would ever be.

He still hadn’t learned to treat her like a whore.

In answer, Cassie grabbed the lipstick container from where Lisa had dropped it on the blanket. She made a show of covering her lips with it.

* * *

It wasn’t long before Brad lay on his back on the blanket, with Cassie lying on her back on his chest, legs straddling his. Both of them stared at the tops of the trees, filtering patches of sky, as Brad pushed his cock into her. Cassie was moaning hysterically.

Lisa sat off to the side, watching. She talked incessantly. Each of her breasts sported three red kiss marks, where Brad had made Cassie kiss her before he would fuck her. Cassie had similar marks, where Lisa had eagerly returned the favor at Brad’s request.

“Tell your brother you love him, Cassie.”

Cassie fought to control her voice. The words came out in an almost unintelligible whimper. As soon as they did Brad pushed himself into her again, turning her moans and words into screams.

“Say it like you scream, Cassie. Scream it at the sky,” Lisa told her.

Cassie tried again. The words were more intelligible this time.

“I love you, Brad.”

He skewered her hard again, lifting both of their hips from the ground. Their backs arched, bending to their limits. His fingers pinched her straining nipples. His mouth and tongue slavered over her neck. She felt his sweat drenching her back and his chest. She could feel the hard curves of his chest muscles pressing into her shoulder blades.

She tried to say it louder, to scream it.

“I love you Brad! I love your cock!”

“Tell him you’re his whore, Cassie.”

“I’m your whore, Brad! I’m your little sister whore!”

Brad went wild at the sound of her words. He bucked feverishly, lifting her up, over and over again. His hands came down to her clit to hold it in a death grip, squeezing it as if trying to tear her cunt open.

As she started to come she lost track of everything except the feel of his cock inside her. An army of orgasms trooped through her body, invading and possessing her. She wanted to keep screaming her love for him. She wanted to scream that she was his whore, but she simply couldn’t control her voice enough.

She listened to the sound of his moans as he came, too.

Afterward, when she was spent, she lay on top of him, whimpering and purring. Her body trembled slightly, exhausted and electrified by the experience, but unable to relax. She took his hands, moving them back up to her tits to hold them there contentedly.

Then he spoke, too.

“I love you, too, Cassie. I’m not supposed to love my little sister. I’m not supposed to love your body, and to fuck you, but I can’t stop. I have to. I’d rape you if I had to, if you weren’t my whore. I love your pretty little tits. I love your pretty round ass. I love your hot, wet, tight, little cunt.”

Cassie turned to kiss his cheek as he talked.

“I love the hair that always hangs in your face, and I love the thrill of seeing your eyes when you finally brush it aside. I love seeing your freckles spread as you break into a smile. I love looking at your tiny little mouth, waiting for a glimpse of your sweet little tongue. And I love feeling how hot and soft it is when I kiss it.”

Cassie felt a warmth spreading through her, and as much as she hated to, she let his cock slip out so that she could roll over to face her brother. She smothered him with the longest, deepest kiss that she could muster.

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The Return of Justin D’Enfer Ch. 04

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Justin and Justine D’Enfer sat silently at the side of a huge room, waiting for the scene to begin. They grinned at each other like children as they heard the footsteps come down a corridor that lead from their captive’s rooms. It was a lovely day in every way.

Brenda Reese, a chubby, red headed woman wearing glasses and a nurse’s uniform, stood placidly while two former Green Berets led their captive into the large game room. Adele Tailleferre sat in her wheelchair silently, her eyes gleaming over her wrinkled face that had seen more than ninety summers. The captive wore an orange jumpsuit, a black blindfold and brown sandals on her feet. The nurse began without preliminaries. “You know why you’re here?”

“I know there are many people in this world who would like to make me their captive, as well as a couple of governments,” the captive said proudly, sneering around her blindfold.

“There is no government keeping you here, other than the master of this place, who is supreme. You were discovered abroad illegally, using a false passport. For the past three months you have been developing a housekeeping service for a special clientele in Atlanta. You have also been collecting information about your clients, as well as gathering information on any other prominent person or family member you can.”

“So? How is this unique? How is this a crime?”

“You are not being held here for a crime. You are being held because you are a threat.”

“Damn straight,” Adele cackled. “You’ve been a danger since you learned how to walk.”

“Ah, Auntie Adele, so good to hear your voice,” the captive cooed. “So this is a family occasion after all. I should have known your wizened hand was pushing the buttons. Too bad you’re too old to chase young studs any more. I’ll bet you can’t even buy them.”

“Celeste Jane Tailleferre D’Enfer,” the old woman snarled. “Forty six years old and still a diva. You may still have a great body. . .for a woman your age, but your boobs are sagging a bit too, so you have nothing to brag about.”

“I think we need to progress things a little,” Brenda cut in. “Gentlemen, do your duty.”

They were in a large room with huge plate glasses overlooking the sea. At one side, a ladder was affixed to the floor and ceiling. In a large sunken central area was a set of unusual stocks and a mattress, and opposite the ladder was a bar. The room was elegant with clean lines that swept gracefully to shape a harmonious whole.

The Green Berets forced their captive to the ladder, where they affixed her hands to manacles bolted to the sides of the ladder. One rung was just below her chin, and they forced her face into a rectangular restraint. Her ankles were also locked into shackles built into the bottom of the ladder. Once the men had done their work, they withdrew silently. Brenda approached and removed Celeste’s blindfold; Celeste blinked in the daylight streaming into the room and looked around as best she could. “All right, Nursie,” she sneered. “You’ve got a nice place here, nicer than the one you obviously rented in Atlanta. So your little story about hiring my service to clean your house and perhaps some special things I have to offer was a complete lie. I’m here on an island off the coast, prisoner of my dear Aunt Adele, who probably wants to flog me to death just for kicks.”

Brenda shook her head. “I don’t work for Adele, this isn’t in the territory of the United States of America, and you’re not going to die by anything that’s done to you here. You are here to be broken, to be removed for a position to be a threat to anyone, and to become a submissive resident of this household for the rest of your life.”

Celeste spat toward Brenda, who dodged with surprising agility. She smiled and said: “I’ll let that pass. You’ll be repaid in a few moments.” Brenda reached in the pocket of her uniform and produced a set of medical scissors. “This cuts through anything, as you will see. We have a lot of uniforms for you to wear.” Methodically, she began removing the captive’s jumpsuit, revealing a firm, well tanned body with excellent curves. After disposing of the ribbons of fabric, Brenda lifted the captive’s breasts so they hung over a rung of the ladder.

“So I’m going to be your playtoy now, for Adele’s amusement?” Celeste asked cooly. “The old bat is too far gone to take abuse so she’s going to take it vicariously through me.”

“No, wrong once again,” Adele joined in. “You’ve got a bigger audience than little old me. There’s others who want to see you suffer, and I think they have some plans you may not expect. gaziantep escort bayan ilanları Brenda, I think you need to get ready for what comes next.”

The redhead nodded, and went over to the stocks. Removing her blouse, she revealed a set of huge mammaries two sizes bigger than the captive’s, with huge areolas. She knelt behind the stocks, lifting the bar up and lowering it to capture her tits, which started swelling almost immediately. Putting a ball gag in her mouth, she put her hands behind her back and waited, looking over the captive’s shoulder.

Celeste looked over the scene, and sneered again. “Very lovely and very appealing, Nursie. I imagine you’re going to torture me by letting me look on this scene and be powerless to do anything. I salute you, nice try. . .”

Her words were broken off by a loud crack. Justine danced in front of her after just swatting her ass with a ping pong paddle. “Hi, Mamasita. Miss me?”

The captive looked Justine up and down: the young woman was almost a perfect replica of her mother in her mid 20s. She danced in glee from one bare foot to another, otherwise she wore a pair of denim cutoffs and a black halter top. “Well, young lady, I see you still haven’t learned much decorum. Glad you got over your doormat relationship with Ferd. So you put this little farce together?”

“No, Mamasita, but I helped it along. My dear cousin Chelsea probably didn’t tell you about our little trip through Europe a few years ago, and she got in touch with me when she shouted for help in coping with you. I know all about your little games in Atlanta with Chelsea and Auntie Pru, you wicked woman, and now they’re over.”

“And which one of your boy toys did you summon to help you with this little plot? There were so many before I left home; a mother can do only so much to keep her daughters from becoming harlots.”

The sound of leather meeting flesh interrupted her. A red welt appeared on Celeste’s breasts and nipples; the attacker had landed his blow perfectly across her front. Celeste yelped and tried to look around, but she was bound to the ladder very tightly and could not turn to see who her fresh attacker was. A voice addressed her from behind: “I bet you don’t recognize this little piece of heaven. But of course, this was always in your hand and not landing on your skin.”

“Justin,” she wailed. “My baby, my little man. What have they done to you?”

He walked around in front of her, naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. A smile creased his face and he waved a custom made tit flogger, pretending to strike her again and deliberately missing. “Mamasita, my dear. How long it’s been. How are you?”

“I’ve been better, my son.”

“I’m sure. And you’re a little fuzzy down below, maybe I should do something about that later, like I used to, Mamasita. I still have my supplies. But I digress. I’m the reason you’re here, Mamasita.”

The captive blinked several times. “But my son, everything is for your benefit.”

“Really? You try to hack into my company’s database almost every day for two months and that’s to my benefit? You invade the home of my children and take over, making their peaceful lives a living hell with your domination?”

“But my son, you’ve made so many mistakes. You’ve let yourself get sidetracked by venial appetites, created ugly situations for yourself. . .”

“But my mother, my company is in the Top 25 and I did it all myself. My relationships are in good shape and I have a happy home here. The future looks bright, as long as a misguided parent doesn’t decide to bring my empire down just for kicks.” He tapped his palm lightly with the whip. “No answer, it doesn’t surprise me. So I arranged to bring you here, with the help of those in this room and a couple of others. Your devoted sister gave us some resistance, but she saw our way with some effective persuasion, particularly since it was in her best interests.”

“Prudence will burn in hell for her betrayal.”

“Auntie Pru is the closest thing this family has to a saint on either side of the family,” Justine cut in. “But even saints have their limits.”

“Let us get to the business at hand. As my servant Brenda has said, our purpose is to make you a submissive member of this household. It will be your chance to help take care of your little boy for the rest of your life. You will not be permitted to leave here. Before you think about it too much, let me tell you that the guards who escorted you here are paid well enough to escort bayan gaziantep ilanları be bribed with money, and are staunchly homosexual, so they cannot be seduced. As Brenda said, this island is not part of the United States of America, and I will not let you know where it is exactly. If you were able to read stars you’d figure out its position, but I know you can’t do that. I have your fake passport in a safe place far away from here, as well as your other personal effects. There are no computers you can get to on this island, and only one has Internet capability via an undersea cable.”

“Very thorough, my son, I compliment you. So I am your prisoner. That’s better news than I expected.”

Justin smiled. “Now Mamasita, it’s time to start your training. You know I’ve been taking care of Aunt Adele, and Brenda is my slave as well as my servant. I will torture her before you. You will receive different stimulations. Ready, Justine?”

“Ready,” Justine said, licking her lips. He turned to stand before Brenda, whose breasts were turning bright red and whose eyes were gazing up at him in adoration. With a sharp crack, he started working on her mammaries, alternating from light blows to medium blows to sharp lashes. Justine lifted a ball vibrator to her Mother’s exposed labia, whose buzzing added undercurrent to the proceedings. Every time Brenda groaned, Justine smacked Celeste’s ass with the ping pong paddle, pushing the vibrator tighter and tighter against the older woman’s clitoris.

Adele sat in the corner, and sighed at every event in the scene before her. Her gnarled fingers twisted and she licked her lips in pleasure every time she heard the padded against the captive’s ass. “Whip her harder, boy, harder. Make your old Auntie proud!”

“Justin is doing a great job, isn’t he Mamasita?” Justine cooed from below the captive. “Look how evenly he’s covering her skin. The tears are welling up in her eyes. Now he’s stopped, he just stroking her abused skin gently, tickling her nubbins. Look, he’s grabbed her nipple and he’s squeezing it, his fingers are so strong like iron bars. You’d love to be doing that, wouldn’t you Mamasita? You used to do this to a lot of women, you were doing this last week. I can tell: you enjoy giving women pain. But will you enjoy receiving it?” A sharp crack punctuated the last comment as Justine landed a blow to her mother’s now thoroughly red ass.

Justin had grabbed Brenda’s rock hard nipples and was twisting them at shoulder blade level. Her body shook and her head nodded as she moaned through the ball gag. Suddenly he released them and started a frantic series of blows that kept her breasts bobbing until his subject howled and quaked in a monstrous orgasm. As the same time, Celeste quivered and shook, her body releasing its confinement and frustration in an orgasm of its own.

Justine went over and undid the gag. Brenda breathed heavily a few moments and accepted some water through a straw. “Thank you, Master, thank you. Let me show you how much I love you.” Justin walked over and she lowered his shorts, exposing his huge, half erect cock. Her hands cradled him gently, stroking him a few times before engulfing the head of his dick in a hyperactive caress.

A few moments later, he withdrew from her embrace; she pouted to lose him, but released her discolored tits from the stocks and stood. “Go take care of yourself,” Justin said calmly. “You can collect Adele in half an hour. Thank you, Brenda.” She smiled and left quietly, cradling her sore breasts.

“Mamasita,” Justin said slyly. “It seems we’ve discovered something about you today. Maybe you’ve discovered it for yourself. Interesting, isn’t is slut sister?”

“Doesn’t he have a wonderful cock, Mamasita?” Justine cooed. “You’ve seen it before, I know, because he told me.”

Celeste licked her lips and tried to compose herself. “Yes, you little bitch. You are right, my son is a handsome man.”

“Wouldn’t you love to have that monster? Have that huge pole sliding in and out of you? Kneeling before it to worship it?”

Adele grinned broadly. “It’s so wonderful, Celeste. So huge and wet and wonderful. I wish he’d come over here so I could suck it.”

Celeste gave her aunt a glare that would paralyze. “So what would you have my do, son?”

“What are you offering, Mamasita?” Justin replied with a stern look.

“I offer you guidance, help, service.”

He shook his head. “I do not need much guidance, and I have the other two in abundance. gaziantep bayan escort ilanları You know what I want. Slut sister, I think you need to be on the mattress, wearing less.”

Justine jumped up, ran to the mattress and shed her clothes joyfully, as she would run to take a skinny dip. Kneeling immediately, she knelt to take his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking urgently and working her mouth and tongue up and down his shaft, dipping to lick his balls. “Envious, Mamasita?” she said between licks to his scrotum. “Don’t you wish this was you? And wait until you see my face when he fucks me; his cock feels so good in my cunt. It was made for him.”

“You damned little slut!” Celeste screamed. “How dare you defile your brother like this? He deserves better than this. It was bad enough you and Prudence corrupted him in the first place, and Adele has been warping him to her will for years. No, don’t let him put his dick inside you; no Justin, stop, stop if you love me! Oh my God, I can hardly look at this.”

Justine was flat on her back with Justin above her. Her head turned as her brother plowed into her, facing the captive. “You will look at this, Mamasita. You will give up your pride, you will give up your idea of what we are and accept your fate. That’s why we, ah, ah, ah, ah, fixed your face this way, so you can’t look away.”

Trying to close her eyes, Celeste was shocked at a blow that made her breasts wobble. “There’s no ducking it, Celeste,” Adele said. The old woman had wheeled her way around the exterior of the room and was beside the ladder. She held a yardstick in her hand like a one room schoolteacher. “If you look away you’ll pay. Piss me off and you’ll pay. But keep looking and you’ll be rewarded.” The vibrator was pressed to her slit and reactivated.

The couple worked harder and harder, and Justine’s breasts bobbled wildly as her brother fucked her. From time to time, Celeste tried to look away, but another smack of the yardstick against her breasts refocused her. A line of wetness oozed around the head of the vibrator and her breathing got shallower and faster. Justine ground her hips and started howling, her body drenched in sweat, her orgasm consuming her.

After they settled down, Justin stood and came over close to his mother. “Here’s the deal, Mamasita. Here’s how you get out of your situation. You accept me as your master, to do my bidding whenever and however I desire. You will treat Justine, Adele, and Brenda with civility. You will be watched closely, so escape is not an option. Even if you could get away, I will track you down and bring you back here, to be chained naked to a ladder for my amusement and your resubmission. If you behave, I will take good care of you. You will be able to talk with Auntie Pru regularly and she can visit you here, but you may not leave.”

Celeste looked at him with defiant pride. “And how am I to I submit to you, my son?”

“When you submit, I will climb this ladder so you can do something you’ve never done before with any man. Dad told me you’ve never done it, and everyone else who would talk about you has confirmed it. You will suck my cock with my sister’s cunt juices on it, and let me ejaculate on your face. That will be the sign you submit.”

“And if I don’t?”

“The boys will carry you back to your cell, and you’ll be locked in until we try to persuade you again. It may be a few days.”

Justine came and sat on her heels at her brother’s feet. Adele fished her ancient breasts out of her gown and applied a couple of hemostats to her nipples, wincing and puffing as the pain set in, then settling back, flexing her fingers with a peaceful smile on her face. Justin stood, his dick hard and red, his hands on his hips. A long time passed as they stared at each other, mother and son, unblinking. Finally Celeste sighed, looked down and said: “I submit.”

Justin climbed the ladder quickly, his cock at her mouth level. Justine took the vibrator from Adele and pushed it against her mother’s crotch, flipping it on. After a long moment staring at the penis directly in front of her face, she opened her lips and stuck out her tongue. He moved forward, and she began sucking, letting him move in and out at his will, her tongue moving all around his red flesh. Opening her mouth wider, she accepted more and more of him, relaxing her throat to embrace his entire length. At first she worked reluctantly, but she grew more and more enthusiastic about her work and was soon eagerly consuming his man meat.

Justine reached up and squeezed her mother’s breast, drawing a groan. She put the vibrator back to her mother’s slit, and began to milk her breast, occasionally tweaking and twisting the hard nipple.

His breathing became faster, and he pulled out. His sister reached up to stroke his cock and his mother closed her eyes. As the hot, opaque liquid painted her face, she quivered and moaned as another orgasm overtook her senses, and she smiled beatifically through the streaks of semen pelting her skin.

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The Secret Life of Emily

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Emily Davis sat on her bed holding the card. Similar in size to a credit card, it was grey with the letters “VB” entwined in a holographic image in the centre, which seemed to revolve as it caught the light. It was beautiful she thought. Emily had no idea what the letters meant, but she knew what the card was. It was a membership card for a very exclusive club. A sex club.

The banner across the top of the card read “The Secret Life” and had a small red heart next to it with a tiny letter “F” inside, which Emily assumed stood for “Female”, as it was a “Female” who had dropped it in the shop where she worked. Initially believing it to be a credit card, Emily went after the woman, but when she realised what she held, she deftly pocketed it and returned to her counter.

The “Secret Life” club was a well-established venue in the city where Emily lived, and carried a dubius reputation. The clientele were secretive and anonymous, and the place had been raided on more than one occasion amid claims of prostitution and other unsavoury practices. But no evidence had ever been found, and the club was allowed to flourish. This did not stop the rumour mill however, and many lurid tales of what went on in the club, had reached Emily’s ears. At first shocking, and then exciting her. She passed the club twice a day on her journey to and from work, and she had always longed to see inside, and now she had the means to do so. But dare she?

She knew that the membership card would soon be reported as lost, so she only had a very small window of opportunity. It had to be now.

Pulling the bottom drawer clear of her bedside table, Emily took a small package and placed it on the bed. Hiding it from her parents was paramount. They were nothing if not strait laced, and she didn`t relish the awkward conversation that would ensue if she were confronted with her little purchase. She mentally chastised herself for her cowardice. She was Twenty-One years old, and perfectly entitled to wear whatever she chose. But still she hid.

It had taken her three whole weeks to pluck up the courage to enter the shop, and she had quickly left without buying when she saw what was inside. Although there were lots of pretty lingerie in the window, it was a sex shop in all but name, with racks of magazines and sex toys openly displayed. The lingerie section was at the back, but she never made it. Embarrassed beyond belief, she turned around and headed straight back out. There were men inside, and she remembered their wry smiles and amused expressions. She didn`t know what was going through their minds and decided that she didn`t want to know. It was seedy and horrible.

But it was the only place in town where she could buy what she wanted. Mail order was out of the question to avoid nosy parents, so she had to go back.

Steeling herself, she headed straight for the lingerie. There were no other customers there, and it became apparent that the male customers made it no further than the porn mags and sex toys. The range was extensive, and ran from the pretty, sexy, stuff, to the more extreme fetish wear. She knew that her sexual experience with men had gone no further than the occasional fumble, but why would a grown woman want to dress as Alice in Wonderland? Emily found it all bizarre and confusing, but she knew what she wanted.

She selected three bodysuits, each more revealing than the last. The sensible part of her brain was telling her to go modest, but her “Inner Whore” as she called it, won out and she went extreme.

Now, alone in her bedroom, she stood naked before the mirror. Her “C” cup breasts stood proud and firm with little or no sag, and the fat lips of her shaved pudenda, nestled sweetly between her muscular thighs. She hated the thought of hair between her legs and had begun shaving it as soon as it started to appear at age 11. Her pussy was high slung and prominent, with a significant split, and she wondered if that was completely normal. It looked almost swollen. She ran her fingers lightly over the soft flesh and felt a familiar tingle pass through her body. After almost being raped by a drunken reveller at a New Year’s Eve party, she had turned her back on sex and contented herself with her fingers when things got too much, and things were getting too much a lot lately. She thought.

Her sex drive had returned with a vengeance, and she knew that if didn`t get fucked soon, she was going to go insane. Sure, she could get laid anytime she wanted, but sex against a wall, or in a car, had never appealed, and she wanted her first time to be special, memorable even. She needed someone who knew what they were doing, and that eliminated virtually every male she currently knew.

Emily stepped into the body stocking, and pulled it to her waist, marvelling at how well the stocking cupped her pussy. She pulled it up, over her tits, then slipped her arms through the thin shoulder straps. She looked stunning. The body stocking, she had chosen, was made entirely out of black fishnet, and was completely gaziantep escort bayan see through. She loved the way it crushed her tits to her chest and she noticed how her hardening nipples now pushed through the strappy material demanding attention. She could probably have done with a slightly larger size, but she liked the way it encased her body, and especially the way it supported her tits.

She flopped back onto the bed spreading her legs before the mirror. The hole in the material seemed larger over her pussy. She grinned to herself as she realised why that was. It was big enough to enable a man’s cock to pass through. She could be fucked while wearing it. She pulled the material taut over her ass hole and realized that there was a larger hole there too. She almost blushed at the thought.

She clutched at her tits and rubbed the palms of her hands over her swollen nipples. She longed to have a mouth licking and sucking at her tits. What would it feel like? She had tried sucking her own tits, but it was hopeless. something was missing.

Rolling onto her stomach, she pulled her knees to her chest lifting her ass in the air and began a gentle stroking motion along the entire length of her slit. She teased the tight rosebud of her Anus, before pushing into the hot slippery hole of her cunt. She made lazy circles at the entrance before delving a little deeper to the taut rubbery seal of her Hymen.

She had been in this position many times, and each time had been tempted to plunge her fingers deep into her virgin pussy, and each time she had baulked. She wondered if she could do it now, but no. She contented herself instead, with a gentle clit rub. The rupturing of her Hymen would happen soon enough she reasoned, possibly as soon as tonight.

The thought both excited and terrified her. Would it hurt? Would she bleed? Would she even be expected to have full sex, or could she get away with some touching and kissing?

She didn`t think so. None of the stories she had heard had ever mentioned those things, and she knew that she had to be prepared for things to get heavy. Very heavy indeed.

She felt the first butterflies in her stomach, and sat on the bed, all thoughts of her impending orgasm now gone. The micro text on the back of the card stated that only nudity and/or fetish wear was permitted in the club, but luckily, she had a large trench coat to go over the body stocking which should suffice.

What the hell are you doing Emily? She thought to herself. This is crazy, reckless, dangerous even. If things were to go wrong, nobody would know where she was, and nobody could help her. She was on her own.

She knew that the chances were that she would never even get into the club, and that reassured her a little, but knew that she had to try. If she let this opportunity pass her by she would never forgive herself. It most certainly would not come again.

It was Saturday night, so she knew that the club would most likely be busy. Hopefully she could lose herself in the crowd. Emily took a deep, nervous breath and started to get ready.

…

Emily had the Taxi drop her a street away from the club, to give her time to compose herself, and to ensure her anonymity. The city centre was busy, with early evening revellers heading to the local pubs and clubs, and Emily eased through the laughing throngs, before standing with trepidation before the large oak door which led into the club. There was a magnetic card reader on the wall to the left of the door, and Emily ran the membership card quickly through it, fully expecting a red light. The light turned green, and the door opened with a gentle click.

Emily was confronted with a lush, deep red carpeted staircase leading to the first floor. The walls were mirrored, and she caught sight of a very nervous Emily staring back at her. The staircase opened into a small reception area, with a frumpy looking, middle-aged woman seated behind the desk.

“Card please.” She murmured, as she absentmindedly struggled with her crossword.

Emily handed it over. The woman examined it in some detail, as if it was the first one she had ever seen. Emily had an almost overwhelming desire to bolt, but somehow stood her ground. “Need any help. You know, with the crossword. I`m not bad.”

The woman looked at Emily in bewilderment. “I just need to scan you in. I won’t be a moment.” Then she disappeared into a back room.

Emily rolled her eyes to the heavens. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You`re in a sex club and you`re offering to help the receptionist with her fucking crossword! For fucks sake Em!

The phone rang in Frank Chapmans office. “Hi Frank, it`s Sue from reception.”

“Bloody hell, I know it`s Sue from reception because your name comes up on my phone, yet you still feel the need to bloody well tell me.”

“Mr Grumpy. Anyway, we have a situation down here. There`s a young woman trying to get in on a stolen card. The initials on the card escort gaziantep bayan are VB.”

“Veronica Bernstein.”

“The one and only. V`s already inside. I issued her with a new card only an hour ago.”

“And you didn`t think to cancel the old one?”

“For fucks sake Frank, of course I did! But she came in through the front door. You know how dodgy that card reader is. You could get in with a bloody Costco card.”

This was true, thought Frank. He had been meaning to get it fixed, but the regular clientele now used the rear entrance to avoid prying eyes.

“What do you think? Another reporter?”

“What else.” Replied Sue. “She certainly looks the part.”

Frank flipped the CCTV to the camera overlooking reception. Sue was right, she did look the part. Trench coat, nervous. Just another young reporter trying to make a name for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the existence of the club had become common knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get inside and had even rented the building opposite to see who went in and out. First the local rag, and then the nationals.

“Sue have Jermaine search her. If he finds any cameras, wires notepads etc, have him throw her into the street. And I mean throw.”

Jermaine was one of the bouncers, or doormen as they liked to be called now. Completely trustworthy and well paid to remain so.

A moment later the phone rang again.

“Hi, Frank, it`s Sue fr-.”

“For fucks sake Sue.” Interrupted Frank.

“She`s clean Frank. Nothing on her.”

“Nothing?”

“Not a thing.”

“You`re sure?” Replied Frank, a note of disbelief in his voice. There had to be.

“Frank she`s virtually naked. Unless she`s got a camera stuffed up her wotsit, she`s clean.”

A possibility, considered Frank. Cameras were small these days. “You`re sure Jermaine’s been thorough?”.

Sue chuckled. “Too right he has! She`s been well felt up, the perv!”

What to do. “Sue let her in. We need to know what her game is.”

“No Frank you can`t It`s- “

“It`s cool Sue. I`ll sort it.” Frank replaced the receiver, pondering his next move.

Emily was mortified. The doorman’s hands had been everywhere, and now she stood alone in reception awaiting the receptionist, wearing nothing but her bodysuit. Had she had her coat, she would have bolted no question, but her coat had been taken from her, along with her shoes. The big black doorman stood a few feet away, eyeing her with undisguised contempt.

She had little doubt that if requested, he would throw her back onto the street dressed exactly as she was now. Emily shivered at the thought. It was still daylight outside and there was nowhere to hide.

The receptionist returned with a smile that was anything but friendly. “Thank you, that`s fine. Jermaine will show you inside.”

Jermaine pushed open the double doors and allowed Emily to pass. The receptionist made no attempt to return her membership card, and Emily decided not to ask. She was getting a very bad feeling about this.

Emily found herself in a plushily carpeted corridor with computer generated flames leaping up the walls. The corridor was short but wide, with double doors at the end. Emily glanced back at Jermaine, who ushered her through.

Emily found herself in a huge circular room furnished with a dark red carpet which felt luxuriously deep beneath her toes. Small tables were scattered haphazardly about the room as were sofas, with raised divans between them. The lighting was subdued and the music mellow, and some vintage porn film was playing silently on the multitude of screens hanging from the walls.

The club was busy, with most of the sofas and divans occupied by naked and semi naked bodies. Everybody seemed to be on first name terms and seemed completely at ease with one another.

A woman wearing nothing more than a leather thong strolled passed Emily, leading a naked man by his erect cock, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked. She laughed, as she was stopped in her tracks by a younger male, who greeted her by squeezing and mauling her tits. They kissed deeply as she gently wanked her captive.

Emily swallowed hard.

“The club rules are thus.” Began Jermaine. “The drinks from the bar are complimentary. That means they`re free. You can have sex wherever, and with whomever you wish. Sex toys are supplied, or you can bring your own. Lube is also supplied. You will find them at various stations around the perimeter of the room. See those doors?”

Emily noticed a series of brown wooden doors set into the wall equally spaced around the room.

“These are playrooms. Doors with red handles are voyeur rooms. Go there if you like to watch or be watched but would like a little privacy. Doors with yellow handles are private rooms. There are no locks on these doors. A red tag means occupied so you do not go in. Got it?”

Emily nodded.

“And gaziantep bayan escort finally, anything goes. The only safe word we use here is no. No means no. You will respect the wishes of other patrons at all times. If anyone hassles you, you see me. Got it?”

“Got it.” Replied Emily.

Like a ghost, Jermaine was gone.

I need a drink. Thought Emily. The bar was located at the far side of the room, and as Emily made her way there, she drew a few smiles and admiring glances from the regulars. She did her best to smile back but was very pleased when she reached the bar.

Being virtually nude, didn`t bother Emily much. She knew she was a looker, and could tell from looking around the room, that she was a match for any of the other women present, and she was quite possibly, the youngest. It was her lack of experience that troubled her the most. The sheer confidence and self-assuredness displayed by those around her, made Emily all too aware of her own inexperience.

These people knew what they were about. Obviously experienced in all things sexual, these people would identify her sexual immaturity immediately. Would they laugh at her? Would they laugh when they saw her virgin blood on her first cock? Emily was becoming more and more nervous but could think of no way of extricating herself from the situation.

Frank Chapman stood in the shadows watching the hot blonde sitting on the barstool, a naked Veronica standing beside him.

“So that`s the bitch that stole my card is it Frank?”

Frank sighed. “Let`s just say found, for now shall we V?”

“You think she`s from the press?”

“I thought so at first. But now I`m not so sure. Truth is, I don`t know what the fuck to make of her. She’s got no recording equipment of any kind, and she`s so young. You would think they would send someone older to a place like this.”

Veronica laughed. “They get fucked young these days Frank. She`s probably had more cocks than me.”

“I doubt that.” Said Frank truthfully.

“No, you’re right.” Grinned Veronica. “Let me speak to her. I`ll get the truth out of the little Bitch.”

Frank watched as her naked form slinked its way across the club, hips swaying seductively as she walked. He never got tired of watching her. Even at forty-five she still had it. She could have any man in the club, and pretty much had done so, many, many times. There wasn`t many women left either, he thought ruefully.

As the owner, Frank tried to remain aloof from the goings on in the club. Of course, various members had tried to fuck him, but he had always turned them down, and now rarely left his office, relying instead on Jermaine and Sue to deal with issues. But this piece intrigued him. He watched carefully, as Veronica approached the bar.

“Hi.”

The voice close to her ear startled Emily, and she turned to see a tall statuesque blond standing beside her.

“Sorry did I make you jump?” Laughed the woman, putting her hand on Emily`s shoulder.

“Oh, just a little.” Smiled Emily.

The woman was beautiful without a doubt, thought Emily. Her hair was cut in a Bob, and her lips were a deep red and heavily glossed.

“You`re new here.” The woman stated, visually devouring Emily`s exposed breasts.

“Yes it`s my first time. I`m Emily” Responded Emily, offering her hand.

“My dear.” Smiled Veronica. “That`s not how we greet each other here.”

Veronica leant forward and kissed Emily on the lips. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, and Emily felt herself blushing uncontrollably.

“You`re shy! How wonderful!” Laughed Veronica, clapping her hands in delight. “I take it you have a patron?”

“A… what?” Stumbled Emily.

“A patron dear. The person who introduced you?”

“Oh, yes of course. He`s not here. He`s working away.”

“Shame on him. Letting you come here all alone. What`s his name perhaps I know him?”

“It`s Humphries. Ken Humphries.” Said Emily, desperately trying to think on her feet.

Veronica thought for a moment. “Hmm, I don`t think I know him. Is that his real name or his pseudonym?”

“His what?” stammered Emily.

Veronica sighed and rolled her eyes. “His pseudonym. We don`t use our real names dear. I`m quite sure that Emily isn’t yours.”

“No of course not. It`s his pseudonym.” She knew that if she said it was his real name, she would have to think of another, and things were complicated enough as it was.

“Never heard of him.” Stated Veronica, her bright blue eyes glittering with malice.

“He doesn`t come here much.” Was all Emily could think of to say, and she said it weakly and without conviction.

Veronica pushed her forefinger under Emily’s chin, forcing Emily to look her in the face.

“Kiss me.” She commanded.

Veronica leant forward and licked Emily`s lips with the tip of her tongue, gently, as their lips came together.

Emily felt a delicious shiver pass through her body. She didn`t dare return the kiss in fear of looking foolish, but instead allowed the older woman to posses her, opening her mouth to the insistent tongue and meeting it with her own, albeit tentatively.

Lost in the kiss, Emily barely noticed the woman’s hand moving softly along her inner thigh, heading for her bare pussy. Almost too late, Emily snapped her thighs closed, trapping Veronicas hand a bare inch from her unprotected cunt.

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The Order: Training Lyla Pt. 02

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Chapter 3: Changing Perspectives

**Lyla:

For the next two hours, I could barely sleep. Every time I’d drift off, I’d picture my father’s penis—no, dick—sliding in and out of Anna’s wet … pussy. Or I’d wake up with my hands between my legs, rubbing myself furiously while remembering the way Anna had licked between my legs. I even tried inserting my finger inside of myself, like Anna had done right before I’d exploded, but even then I couldn’t sleep.

Despite my orgasms, my mind still raced. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined being intimate with my father—or with another woman. The Sexual Education class I’d taken at boarding school last semester had only gone over the act of intercourse. The teachers never said anything about slapping tits, eating pussy, or sucking cock. They hadn’t even used those terms, much less discussed who we’d be having relations with! I always just assumed I would only have sex with my husband. We were often told that we’d be married at the age of twenty, to the man our fathers picked for us. After tonight, my presumptions changed; my whole view on the world changed. Sex was raw and … amazing.

But to be stripped naked in front of my father felt so dirty, and not necessarily in a bad way. I kept remembering the way he’d looked at me as my dress fell to the floor. There was a hunger in his eyes that wasn’t there when he looked at Anna. I felt powerful and sensual. When he brushed his knuckles across my skin, my nipples tightened involuntarily. Even now, my nipples hardened at the thought. The dirty, twisted wrongness made my body ache for more of his touch, even if my mind hadn’t caught up.

Surely the time I’d spent with Daddy and Anna was a one-time experience. A birthday treat, as he had said earlier. It wasn’t as if Daddy had actually done anything to me. He’d been with Anna the whole time. Besides a few caresses and a kiss, Daddy hadn’t done anything wrong, right? Even if his caresses had been on my tits and his kiss had been with his tongue…

Dang it, I wished the teachers had talked more about this in Sex Ed. Was it normal for a girl to lust after her father? Was it acceptable to be with another woman? What were the rules and how far was too far? My father had to know the answers. He was on The Order’s council after all. What he’d done had to be normal behavior.

Which could also be the reason he hadn’t done anything else with me. Maybe it was okay to touch your daughter’s breasts and kiss her with your tongue, but that was all. But if that was so, why did I secretly want more?

Over and over again, I would relive the night in my mind. I’d imagine the way my father had touched my nipples and the way he’d kissed me with his tongue. The spot between my legs ached at the thought of Anna’s tongue flicking back and forth. I never knew it was possible to feel so… so dirty and so good at the same time.

More than anything, I kept remembering the time I had leaned forward as Anna licked my cunt and saw my father’s cock pounding in and out of Anna’s tiny hole. It was so big, not just long, but bigger around than my wrist. And when he orgasmed, he’d thrust my head down so that it touched my face as it sprayed warm semen all over me. And afterward, he’d used the tip of his penis to rub the sticky seed across my cheeks, chin, and lips.

Why was I getting turned on by the memory? Deep down, it had to be wrong for a father to cum in his daughter’s face, but my body didn’t care. He’d rubbed his penis across my lips and had even made me swallow a glob of semen that had landed on my breast. I was torn between wanting it to happen again, and fearing that it would.

Despite myself, I thought more and more of my father’s cock and of the way he’d touched me. I wondered how it would feel for him to suck my nipples and my pussy. I wondered what it would be like to feel his cock sliding in and out of me. In my dreams, my mouth was wrapped around his swollen dick, and I was cleaning my own juices off of him.

How had Daddy’s cock made Anna feel? She seemed to like it—a lot. I’d planned to ask Anna what it felt like, but Daddy hadn’t finished with her by the time I’d gone to bed. In fact, Uncle Peter had slipped into Daddy’s office once I’d left and closed the door behind him.

The clock read 2:14 when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I bolted up right, yanking my fingers away from my wet pussy where I’d been pleasuring myself. Another knock had me hurrying across my darkened room to my closet door for a robe that hung from a hook. It was new, like the rest of my wardrobe; something my parents had bought me for my eighteenth birthday. They said it was time to dress like an adult, so they threw out all my old clothes, and bought me more ladylike things.

I hadn’t had time to look through them because my party had started as soon as I’d arrived home, but I remembered my mother telling me where to find the essentials such as underwear, nightgowns, and robes. It was a good thing she’d mentioned the robe, because as soon as I’d gaziantep escort opened the drawer with my nightgowns, my jaw fell open. The scraps of fabric were like nothing I’d seen before. There were gowns that looked like short slips made of satin, lace, spandex, and mesh, some sheer garments that looked like stockings…for your whole body, and things that looked like they were made of a few strips of fabric that in no way could cover you. There were also several things that looked like fancy bras and corsets, but without the beast cup. My tits would be pushed up high, but on full display. Before bed, I spent at least a half hour trying on the different “nightgowns”, feeling sexy in all of them.

The one I had chosen for bed was white satin and lace and was the most modest of my choices. It looked like a slip but was so short that the bottom of my butt cheeks were exposed, and the thin strips of fabric that were supposed to cover my breasts, covered only the middle of each breast. As I tossed and turned in bed, my tits slid from under the fabric and my nipples peaked out the sides. I didn’t care; I felt sexy, like Anna had in her blue dress. The tiny white thong that went with it was so small, I forgot I wore anything at all.

Opening my bedroom door, I was happy for the white robe that fell just a few inches beneath my rear. Uncle Peter stood before me, still wearing the clothes he’d worn to the party. He looked me over, then cleared his throat.

“Sleeping while your father and I finish up your party?” He asked, his tone impatient.

“Daddy told me to get ready for bed,” I stammered, pulling my robe tighter as my uncle’s eyes lingered on my breasts.

“Did he now? And are you ready for bed? Because after your father finally got the last guest to leave, he’s in a foul mood. He’s expecting you to follow the rules, Lyla. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”

“I—I am following the rules. I’m in bed, trying to sleep, just like he told me to do.”

Uncle Peter scoffed. “Your first day back and you’re already messing up. You’re eighteen now, Lyla. A grown woman. You need to start acting like one.”

“What do you mean? I thought I was—”

“You’re mother is out of town, which makes you the lady of the house. Do you honestly expect a man of your father’s standing to sleep alone? You are now in charge of warming his bed,” Uncle Peter said impatiently. “No Order man should have to sleep alone in a cold bed. It’s your responsibility to sleep beside him and keep him comfortable.”

“I—I didn’t know that rule. No one ever told me I was supposed to spend the night in his bed when mother left.” It didn’t exactly make sense to me. If Daddy was cold, why didn’t he just use an extra blanket?

“You didn’t know you are responsible of keeping the men in your home comfortable?” Uncle Peter asked, sarcastically.

“Well, yes, I know I’m supposed to keep them comfortable but… I thought that applied to taking care of things around the house. Cleaning, cooking, keeping his wet bar filled—not keeping his bed warm.”

“You have servants for that. You’re job is about more than petty housework, Lyla. And if you don’t want to get in trouble, you’d better get to your father’s room before he finishes his shower. He’s already mad about the party. You don’t want him to punish you on your first night, do you?”

“No, I’ll—” my eyes widened as I remembered what I wore underneath my robe. I couldn’t sleep next to Daddy in something that didn’t cover me. But the tiny gown I wore was the most concealing of all the nightclothes I now owned.

“You look wonderful, Lyla,” Uncle Peter said looking back to my chest. His voice had softened as if he could read my thoughts. “You’re father will be pleased.”

I looked down, wondering how he could possibly say such things….until I realized the robe I wore was a see-through white mesh that revealed every inch of what lay underneath. In the darkness of my bedroom, I hadn’t noticed it was sheer. The tight hold I had on my robe had bunched the fabric of my nightgown so that not only were my breasts pushed together but my right nipple was completely exposed, gleaming through the translucent material.

Horrified, I tried to cover myself with my hands, but Uncle Peter reached out and stopped me.

“Lyla, I told you earlier that you have to be comfortable with your body. Never cover yourself in front of a man. It’s an insult that could get you disciplined.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to my sides. The robe fell open and he gazed hungrily at my body.

The gown didn’t budge and my exposed nipple stuck straight out, hardening before his eyes. His grip on my wrists tightened and his breathing became heavy. When I glanced down, trying to look away from his lust filled gaze, I saw a bulge rising in his pants. My uncle was growing an erection at the sight of me. For some reason, it scared me. Uncle Peter seemed so nice sometimes, and so harsh other times. Even now, his grip on gaziantep escort bayan my wrists was painful. He made me nervous and uncomfortable, and even a little scared.

Suddenly, he dropped my arms, “Come on, I’ll walk you to your father’s room. He should be finishing his shower shortly. He’ll be angry if he gets out and you aren’t there.”

When we reached my parent’s bedroom, Uncle Peter instructed me to leave my robe on a chair and crawl into Daddy’s big, king sized bed to wait for him. When I had done as he’d asked–and he’d caught a glimpse of my rear as I climbed into bed–he left, shutting the door behind him.

I could hear the shower running through the closed bathroom door and wondered if I was supposed to stay awake and wait for him, or go to sleep now. Not that I could sleep. My mind was going a mile a minute, thinking about what it would be like to sleep beside him. I’d have to sleep on my side and keep my back to him in case my breasts slid out from my gown again. It was going to be a long night.

By the time Daddy emerged from the bathroom, I was resting comfortably under the covers, hidden from his view by the thick blankets. For a moment, I thought about pretending to be asleep but quickly decided against it. My father rubbed a towel over his blond hair, drying it off as best he could as he walked from the steamy room. He was naked and the faint lamp light cast soft shadows across his skin. When he saw me, he smiled and moved toward the bed, tossing the towel carelessly back into the bathroom.

A shiver snaked its way up my spine as he slipped into bed next to me. Would he touch me? Would he make me touch him? An hour ago, I’d been reliving our night together and fantasizing about spending more time with him. I’d wanted him to taste between my legs. I’d wanted to take him into my mouth. I imagined him pushing his cock into my pussy the way he’d thrust it into Anna’s. But now, as I lay mostly naked beside him, I was afraid I’d get my wish.

Before I could worry much more, Anna walked into the room from the hallway. She strode into the room dressed in purple thong and matching bra—only, the kind of bra that I’d seen in my drawer. One without the breast cup. A band of material was fastened under her tits and around her back, but her large chest was propped up on display, her dark nipples hard little centerpieces.

Her perfect smile caught the light as she giggled at my father and spun around in a circle.

“Well, Max? What do you think?” she asked, showing off the look by shaking her chest back and forth. “I wore one of your favorites…”

“You look amazing, as always,” my father said, beckoning her forward. “Now turn off the light and come to bed, baby. I’m exhausted.” Daddy scooted closer to me, into the center of the bed, and after turning off the light, Anna slipped in on the other side of him.

Daddy was laying on his back, the covers pulled up to his waist and his erection tenting the blankets. Anna turn to lay against him, draping her leg over his. Her hand snuck beneath the blankets and I could see her grab his cock before starting to move her fist up and down. My father let out a groan and his hand reached out and grabbed my leg. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin on my thigh and I inhaled sharply.

Daddy turned to me, and I could see the lust in his eyes. He moved his hand and pushed it under my back, then pulled me up and to him so that my chest was in his face. The movement pulled the blankets away and twisted my gown. Again, my breast slipped free. He didn’t waste any time. His lips clamped down on my nipple and he sucked, gently at first, before I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive bud. I heard myself moan and Daddy pulled me tighter against him, sucking harder at my chest.

Vaguely, I noticed Anna moving down my father’s body, pushing the blankets to the side as she slid past his waist. He growled something around my nipple and his fingers dug into my skin. Anna was swirling her tongue around the tip of my father’s cock like it was an ice-cream cone. My mouth parted as I watched her lick his dick, and my daddy’s teeth sank harder into my nipple. I hissed in pain, and his free hand came around and smacked into my other tit.

“Do you like that, Lyla?” he asked, his words muffled against my breast. “Do you like Daddy’s mouth on your tit?”

“Mmm,” I replied, feeling myself grow wet between my legs. His crude words drove a tingle down from my belly button to my core.

Smack! He slapped my breast again, harder than before. My skin stung as he said, “That’s no way to speak to a man. Tell me what you like, baby.”

“I like…I like your…” saying the words was embarrassing. “I like your…”

Smack! His palm came down again, even harder. I looked down to see a red, handprint shaped mark across my breast.

“Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you like.”

“I like your mouth on my breast,” I spit out.

“Do you like it when Daddy sucks your tittie, escort gaziantep Baby?” He said, biting the hard tip as he waited for my reply.

“Yes,” I answered, then felt his tongue swirl circles around my nipple. “I like when you lick my nipples.”

“I like licking your nipples too,” he said. “Now it’s time for you to help Anna lick me, okay Baby?” Before I had a chance to answer, he grabbed my hair and pushed me down so that I was next to Anna, staring at my father’s dick. “Lyla, get between Daddy’s legs,” he said, spreading his legs for me. Anna still knelt at his side, her mouth working my father’s cock. Unsure and nervous of what I was supposed to do, I slowly crawled between his legs. “Good girl. Now bend down and lick your daddy’s balls.”

Surprised, I stared wide-eyed at the round sack between his legs. It was drawn up tight against him and, instinctively, I pulled away, unsure of what was happening. I’d wanted to taste between his legs earlier, but now, I wished I could take back my fantasies. I didn’t want to lick him and I was afraid of what else he would want me to do.

“Lyla,” my father said, his voice sharp. “Bend down and lick Daddy’s balls.”

Afraid to disobey, I bent down until his sack was just inches from my face.

Max:

I felt her tongue flick the skin of my sack and I almost came. My innocent, naïve daughter was kneeling between my legs, licking my nuts while my twenty-two year old mistress sucked my cock. I wished I had thought to put a camera on us. Maybe tomorrow, I told myself. For now, I felt my orgasm build as I watched my two little sluts suck me off.

The Viagra I’d taken earlier was really keeping me hard. It would be fun to spoon Lyla all night. She wouldn’t be able to sleep with a stiff cock nestled between her ass cheeks. It would be good for her training. She’d be forced to think about my dick and the more she thought about it, the more she’d want it.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good girl, Lyla. Suck Daddy’s nutsack, baby,” I moaned, rocking my cock faster into Anna’s mouth.

A few minutes later, I felt my orgasm hit. I pushed Anna up and aimed my dick at her tits. This was a fantasy I’d had for a while now, and tonight was the perfect time to act on it. As the white ropes hit her rack, she rubbed the cum into her cleavage and around her nipples. I pushed her down next to me and looked to my daughter.

“Lyla, do you remember the lesson I taught you earlier about cum?” I asked, looking from her to Anna’s cum covered jugs.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes flicking up to Anna. “You said that it should never go to waste.”

“That’s right,” I said. “So now you have to lick all that cum off of Anna’s tits.”

She looked at me, then at Anna.

“Don’t you like licking Anna’s titties, Baby? You liked them before.”

“Yes, Dad,” she said hesitantly.

“Then go on, lick them again. Clean all Daddy’s spunk off her. You remember tasting my cum earlier.”

Once again, Lyla bent forward and licked her tongue along Anna’s right breast, cleverly avoiding the white cream that snaked across Anna’s large tits. I lay back, content to watch my daughter struggle with licking my jizz from Anna’s chest. It was an amazing sight, being a tit-man as I am.

Unable to avoid it any longer, Lyla finally flicked her tongue across Anna’s cum covered nipple. Anna moaned and arched her body, prodding Lyla on. My daughter licked again, this time swirling her tongue and spreading my seed across the other girl’s skin. Anna purred low in her throat then grabbed Lyla behind her head and smashed my little girl’s face into her tits, moving it back and forth, smearing my cream across her pale skin.

My cock twitched at the sight and I reached down to stroke myself. Anna was a sex kitten, always horny and ready to go. She pulled Lyla’s head up and licked her tongue across her cheeks, lapping up the remaining cum before kissing Lyla hard on her mouth. Her tongue dove between my daughter’s lips and Lyla hesitated only a moment before relaxing and allowing Anna access to her mouth. After a few more moments, Lyla began to kiss back, her tongue darting out and dancing in tune to Anna’s.

I laughed, proud of my daughter’s progress. “Now Anna, I only asked for Lyla to lick my cum from your rack, not for you to suck face.”

Anna pulled away, smiling sheepishly at me. “Sorry, Max. You’re daughter’s just so sexy, I couldn’t help myself.”

“She is, isn’t she,” I replied, reaching out and tweaking Lyla’s exposed nipple. She jumped, then adjusted her gown, effectively hiding her nipples from sight. “But it’s time for bed girls. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

I pulled the blankets up and lay down, while the girls did the same on either side of me. I turned on my side, facing Lyla. She had also turned on her side, facing away from me, giving me the perfect access to spoon her small body. My cock had grown semi hard while watching the two of them and I pulled her against me, positioning the head between her legs and against her soft core. Her thong was wet and I flexed my hardon, pushing the material up her hole.

She froze while her muscles clenched around the tip of my dick. I laughed to myself. I wouldn’t take her tonight, but I wanted her to feel my member against pussy. While she was still frozen in fear, I slipped my hand into her gown and cupped her breast.

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