Slash Fiction Ch. 03: The Search for Spunk

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I graduated from college three years ago. Until last year, I could only find part-time work, so I lived with my parents. During that time, my sister Judy and I started a sexual relationship that neither of us wanted to end. The fact that we weren’t found out was a little luck but a lot of caution on our part, including her going on the Pill a few days later. We love and care about each other, too, but it was mainly about the sex. Last year, I got a full-time job, but it was an hour away, in the Cleveland suburbs. A few months ago, I got my annual review, and the raise was enough that I could finally afford a studio apartment here in town. They all helped me move, even my brother Tim, who was on break from another college. Last weekend was the first time Judy was able to come see me by herself. She graduates from college next month, and she had an interview with another company in the area.

Judy has a late class on Thursday, and it was raining everywhere in northern Ohio, so she didn’t get here till almost ten o’clock. That didn’t stop us from holding each other close and French-kissing as soon as she got through the door. We’d both missed each other terribly. I didn’t even care that my clothes were soaked just from the contact with hers. By the time she had her interview clothes hung up, it was past ten-thirty. There’s only one bed here, so we shared it, but she was worn out from the drive. We fell asleep together.

My alarm woke us in the morning. I felt a hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked to the side. “Good morning, Chad,” Judy said.

“Morning, sexy,” I told her, and I kissed her.

“No time now,” she said. “You’ve got a job, and I hope to have one at the end of the day.” I rubbed her butt. “Tonight,” she said.

When I came home from work, I thought I was in the wrong apartment. There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress. Judy stepped out of the bathroom. She came up to me and greeted me. “You’re home!”

I put my arms around her and we had a long kiss. “How’d the interview go?” I asked.

“Hard to tell,” Judy said. “I felt like I got a little chatty toward the end, but I think I had good answers and good questions.”

“In that case, you might wanna know that Jeopardy’s having try-outs here next month.”

“Very funny. Hopefully, I’ll have a reason to be in town by then!”

“Speaking of the town,” I continued, “what did you have in mind for the weekend?”

“I told Mom and Dad not to expect me back till Sunday. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I kept my weekend open, so we can do whatever we want. It was too late to get theater tickets, but-“

“Theater tickets?” Judy asked.

“You remember that fantasy you told me about? Part of it was seeing a musical in person. Plus, I remember coming home from college one Friday night, and you were at school for their production of Les Miz.”

“Oh, right! I wasn’t in the show; I was just working on the scenery. But you remembered that?”

“I love you, Judy. I was paying attention even before I knew you felt the same way.”

Judy squealed, “Chad!” and squeezed my waist. She hadn’t gotten any taller since I moved, so her head was still up against my chest. “I love you, too! I was so happy this morning. For all the times we had sex, that’s only the second or third time we’ve woken up together. It was so nice to see your face the first thing. I think that’s why I was so upbeat at the interview!”

“Anyway, the other part of the fantasy was that a tall, handsome guy takes you to dinner, so I made reservations at a seafood place downtown. The food’s pretty good, but what makes it special is that it’s on Lake Erie, and I mean right on it. You can actually see the lake from some tables. And I got one of those tables.”

“What time?”

“The earliest they could get us in was 7:30.”

Judy looked at her watch. “It’s six o’clock now. How’s the traffic there?”

“I don’t know, but if we’re early, we can probably find something to do for a while.”

“In the car? Gross!”

“I didn’t mean that!” I insisted. “There are shops we could look at.” As it turned out, the traffic near the ballpark was just enough that we didn’t have to wait long after we got to the restaurant. We talked about my job, the company she interviewed with and what had been going on at home since I moved. (Not much, apart from Tim introducing his new girlfriend to them.) They also had a ballroom. Neither one of us will ever dance on Broadway, but it was fun being able to make sensual moves without worrying that someone who knew us both would be creeped out.

The latest Galaxy Corps movie had just come out on DVD. I could have paid to watch it on cable, but I saved it as a back-up plan in case we couldn’t get in to see a show. We picked it up on the way back, but by the time we got home, it was almost 10:30, and the movie was nearly three hours long. We watched the special features, and student sex parties porno I put the disc back in the case.

“You know, there’s something I never thought to ask you,” I said. “I let it slip one time that I used to think about you while I was jacking off. What did you think about when you fantasized about me?”

“Well, my favorite was pretty much what we did tonight, except I’d have a sexier dress for you to take off of me at the end of the night.”

“That dress is plenty sexy,” I told her. “There’s a reason three different waiters dropped trays when they were crossing the room.”

“You’re just saying that,” Judy said.

Her dress was red, and the neckline was low enough and wide enough that I could lean in and caress her breast without moving the fabric at all. “A sexy dress on a sexy woman,” I said. I lifted her hand and put it on my dick. “And in case you had any doubt …”

“I also thought about sitting in the back of a porno theatre with you and blowing you while the people up front listened.”

“Dammit, I checked the wrong theaters’ listings,” I told her.

“I thought of it one time when I was heading for lunch. The adult bookstore was about halfway between my 11 o’clock class one semester and a McDonald’s. I knew what kind of stuff went on in the viewing rooms, and when I pictured us that night, I changed it to a movie house.”

I took the conversation in a new direction. “So, what would you do when you were thinking about us?”

Judy smiled, because she knew what I was up to. “When I had the porno theater fantasy, I’d usually be sitting on my bed. I’d imagine you in the seat next to me and lean down. I’d unbuckle your pants and fish your dick out of your underwear. I always go commando in this fantasy, so I’d move up, and soon you’d have your fingers inside my pussy. Of course, my real fingers would be there while I was imagining this. Sometimes while I was fingering myself, my arm would go up against my boob, and I’d think it was the arm rest between two seats. My head goes up and down while my fingers go in and out. If my self-control is good enough that day, I’m able to stop long enough that I can pretend you just came in my mouth. I smack my lips just to show you that I swallowed it all, and then I climb onto your lap. By now, if I have any underwear on in real life, there’s usually a wet spot on them, so I take them off.”

I looked down and asked, “Like right now?”

She hiked her dress up over her waist. “Yeah, like right now.”

“So what are you waiting for?” I asked. Judy pulled her underwear off. I tossed them in my hamper. I pulled my pants down and took her spot on the recliner.

She knelt at the side of the recliner. She tried to lean over and suck me, but she couldn’t reach that far. “Push the seat back,” she said. I did, and she was able to reach me with only minimal effort. She stroked it once and then licked the head. She looked up at me and I nodded.

“Yes, please,” I said. “It’s been a long three months.”

“I know,” Judy said. “I’ve missed you so much.” She tickled my balls and then slowly took my entire shaft into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. I reached around and found her pussy. I ran my fingers over her pussy hair. It was as soft as I remembered. I rubbed her pussy lips, and they were even softer than I remembered. Once I got three fingers in her, she let me out of her mouth and said, “I want you!” I spread my legs. Judy got up and pulled her dress over her head.

“I’ll do laundry tomorrow,” I told her.

Now she had nothing on but the pink bra that I’d seen briefly when I’d pulled the seat out for her at the restaurant. “Go ahead,” she told me.

I put my hands on her hips. I looked up and told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, but right now, more than anything else, I just plain want you.” She sat on my lap and gripped the arms of the chair while I separated her pussy lips with my fingers. I hadn’t seen that beautiful pink flesh in a few months even before I moved out. Not that we hadn’t had sex, I just hadn’t done the look-in lately. I moved my hands up to her back, just below the back part of her bra. Judy reached behind her to undo her bra, and I took the opportunity to shake my pants down to my ankles. They’d gotten rather uncomfortable by now. “You wanted to know what I do when I’m thinking about us? Well, I pay so much attention to my pussy that my breasts don’t get much attention. How ’bout fixing that?”

I leaned forward and kissed each nipple. She held my head in the way some guys do when they’re getting a blow job. I put a third finger in her pussy and pumped while I sucked her hard nipples. I accidentally hit my cock on the side of the chair, and I pulled back. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I told Judy.

“I can’t take any more,” she said. “Let’s go to bed!” She was already naked, and she ran to the bed. “What’s keeping you, Lover?” she asked.

“You were so nice cleaning up that I hate submissive cuckolds porno to leave my clothes lying around,” I answered.

“That can wait till morning,” she said. “I can’t!”

When I got to the bed, Judy was already on her back with her legs spread. I jumped on top of her, not even caring which body parts came in contact. I was just so happy to be with her again. She wrapped her arms around me, and we had a series of short but soulful kisses. She ran her fingers up and down my spine, making my cock even harder. I was afraid I’d come just from that! I sat up straight and looked at her. “My God, I’ve missed that beautiful body,” I told her.

“I’ve missed yours too,” she said. “I went to a gay porn site just so I could look at a chest that was almost as hairy as yours.”

“Don’t get any more ideas,” I told her. “Incest is one thing, but I’m just not into guys. At all.”

Judy turned over and said, “There goes my fantasy about you and Tim,” with a laugh.

I couldn’t tell whether she was joking, so I didn’t say anything. She raised her ass in the air. For no other reason than her joke, if it was one, I had less than zero interest in anal sex at this moment, so I pointed my cock up and forward. I found her pussy and slid in. “I can’t remember,” I said. “Have we ever done it doggy style before?” She didn’t answer right away. “I mean, besides in your ass?”

“Well, I know we’ve done it like this in the shower, but that was more leaning than kneeling,” Judy said. Now that we were conversing as well as fucking, I wasn’t going quite as fast, and I had a little more self-control. I moved my hips around so I was reaching different parts with each thrust. On one thrust, she rose up. “That was new!” she said.

“You like it?” I asked, as if I needed to.

“Hell, yeah!” she answered. I planted my knees and started fucking just for that spot. “Oh … oh … right there, honey!”

I pulled up a little so I could go deeper. Suddenly, I had an image, and I shared it. “Hey, Tim, what are you doing here?” I said. Then I said in a nasal voice, “I was hoping for a piece of the action!” (I used to tease Tim because he had kind of a nasal tone when he was younger.) “Well, let’s ask Judy,” I said. “You mind if he joins us?”

“Mind? Hell, I’ve been dreaming about it!” Judy acted like she was taking his dick in her mouth and did that thing that’s supposed to look like it’s poking at her cheek.

“Damn, that’s a fine ass, isn’t it?” asked “Tim.”

Before I could answer for myself, Judy said, “Yeah, and I bet you’d like to fuck it!”

“Not till I’m done with it,” I said.

Judy turned her head back and said, “Who says I meant mine?”

“Hey!” was all I could answer. Then I acted like I felt a dick behind me. “Hey!” I said again, but in a tone suggesting that I liked it.

“Oh, sure, a dick in my ass is hot, but your ass is a different story, isn’t it?” Judy joked.

I kept fucking her pussy, but now I moved my back like I was getting fucked. “Oh, … oh, yeah, … uh, Judy? Tim and I would like some time alone, if you don’t mind.”

Judy pulled away. She turned around and pushed me onto my back. “Oh, no, you don’t, you sons of bitches! You’re gonna fuck me, and then he’s gonna fuck me, then you’re gonna fuck me again, and no one’s fucking anyone but me!”

As she mounted me, I said, “Um, I think you may have hurt Tim.”

“Oh, sorry, Tim, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Not his feelings. I mean you just pushed me on top of him!” I arched my back to give him a chance to extricate himself. “Okay, he’s gone now.”

“Good,” Judy said. “I want you all to myself.” She had me inside her and she started using me as her toy again.

“You have me all to yourself,” I said seriously.

“I want this job so bad,” she said in between bounces.

“Why’s that?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“I want you to come inside me,” she groaned.

“Not sure I see the connection,” I joked.

“Sorry, I meant, if I get this job, we’ll never have to be apart.”

“I’d like that,” I said. I raised my hips and added, “About that cum you wanted.”

She had her hands on my forearms. She mashed her hips against mine, saying, “I want it all. I don’t want anyone else to get it, ever again.”

I could see my cum flowing back out of her and over my cock. I reached up and put my hands on her back. The way she was holding me, I couldn’t get my fingertips to her spine, let alone get my hands together. “That’d be fine with me,” I told her.

“We’ll need a bigger place,” she said.

“I know. This is barely big enough for me, let alone two people.”

Judy continued my sentence with a smile. “Or three.”

“Wait. What? Are you-?”

“No, not right now!” Judy answered. She reached down and squeezed my dick. “But maybe …”

“We’ve had this discussion before. We’re not just going to do this on the spur of the moment,” I insisted.

She put her taboo heat porno index finger over my mouth. “I didn’t mean tonight, either. I’m still on the Pill, you know. I just meant I’d like it. You, me, white picket fence. With those muscles, I bet you could build one hell of a swing set.”

Now I was starting to see it. Judy was sitting on the back porch with two young kids while Tim held a board in place and I hammered the last nail into place. I lifted my head from the pillow and shook out my hair.

“Swing that hammer, Thor!” she said. She’d read my mind!

“And you’ll bring me lemonade when I’m done?” I asked.

“Lemonade’s only the beginning of your reward,” Judy said. “Why do you think we end up with two kids instead of one?”

“I’m sold,” I told her. I rolled her onto her back, my dick not fully erect, but still inside her. “I bet you could find work here even if you don’t get the job you came for.”

“And I’d have someone I want to come home to,” Judy said. “And wake up next to.” I was hard again, and I started fucking her again. “Speaking of pounding things,” she said with a smile.

“Hell, yeah,” I told her. “We’ve got a space ship to staff!”

Judy laughed. “I hadn’t thought about those stories in a year!”

“That’s funny,” I said, “because I can’t see a promo for Galaxy Corps without thinking about them.”

I could feel her tits against my chest. She was tickling my spine again, and this time she got my butt. “Fill me up, Sweetie! Don’t stop till I’m overflowing!”

“Damn right,” I told her. “By summer’s end, you’ll need loose clothes. By Christmas, you’ll have to turn sideways to get through my door.”

“Oh, shit!” Judy shouted.

“It’s great not having to worry about Mom and Dad hearing us, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah! Come in my cunt! Come in my cunt!”

“I’m going to!” I told her. “I’ve got a few million troops heading your way right now!” Then I let out an unintelligible string of sounds as I fired my photon torpedo into her warp core. I rolled off her, and we went to sleep. We’d both had a long day, but we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

This time I woke up first. I lay there and looked at her eyelids, wanting to be the first thing she saw when she awoke. I could hear her soft breathing and wondered if she was dreaming anything as strange as our new reality. When she opened her eyes, I said, “Good morning, beautiful!” and she smiled.

“It sure is,” she said.

We had breakfast, watched the DVD and went to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Since I only moved in a few months ago, I hadn’t had much opportunity to visit it myself. For supper, we bought hot dogs from a street vendor and then we walked on the dunes by the lake. While we were there, Judy ran several yards ahead of me, right by the water. I could see her put her hand in her purse and feel around for something. “You remember you said you’d give me what I want, as long as I suggested it when we weren’t getting ready to have sex?”

“Yeah …,” I said.

Judy pulled out something circular and threw it into the lake. She walked back toward me. “Chance are, nothing’ll happen tonight, but … there, I said it. Are you gonna keep your word?”

“You haven’t said anything,” I pointed out.

Judy put her hands on my arms. “Darn you. Alright, I want to have completely unprotected sex. I want you to fill me with sperm when there might possibly be an ovum waiting for you. What do you say, Chad?”

I walked to her, put my arms around her and said, “I love you. I’d do it even if I hadn’t promised.”

Judy put her hand between us and felt my cock. “Looks like you’re ready!”

“Well, not yet. I don’t want to get arrested!” I told her. She laughed, and we had a brief kiss. We kept walking, but now we were hand in hand. We’d said we loved each other so many times, but this was different. We were really and truly in love. Once in a while, I’d turn toward her and pick her up. I love the feel of her petite frame, and she loves feeling my muscles over her back.

The last time I put her down, she spun around. “You’re so beautiful when you do that,” I said. “Even though I know what you look like naked, I’d love it if you wore a bikini the next time we come here. I want to see the shape of your sexy body when you twirl.”

Judy let loose with a lawyer-friendly excerpt from “The Sound of Music”. “The next time we come here, my body might not be bikini-ready,” she said with a smile.

“It will be,” I told her. “You could be a month overdue, and you’ll still be sexy.”

“God, I wish you’d take me right now,” she said.

It took all my strength not to give in to her. “If you wear a bikini, I’ll bring the blanket,” I told her.

When we got home, neither of us could wait any more. It was like a contest to see who could get naked faster, but we didn’t really notice who won or lost. As soon as we were on my bed, we were kissing and grabbing each other. “Oh, Chad,” Judy sighed. “This is so wonderful.”

“I know,” I said. “It feels like … like … we just got engaged.”

“We can’t be, but I know what you mean,” she said. She was lying on her back, and I got between her legs. “That’s okay. Our kids will have our name, and if anyone calls me ‘Mrs.,’ I just won’t correct ’em. Besides, I don’t see a ring!”

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** This story doesn’t include my previous characters (Laura and Tori), but it is another topic that has always fascinated me. I’m still new to this and would love to get any constructive feedback! I’m always curious about the ratio of plot to sexual activity, so let me know if I should add more of one or the other. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. **

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Things haven’t been the same since my parents separated. I’ve always known them as Mom and Dad, but lately it’s just Mom or just Dad. They never seemed to get along when I was growing up, and now that I’ve just turned 18 they decided to officially divorce. Since I’m no longer a “kid”, they thought I could handle it. I feel like they were wrong in assuming that just because I’ve turned 18 that I’m not their little girl.

I spend half of each month with my mom and the other half with my dad. It’s the most annoying thing to have to switch between the two houses constantly, and I feel like neither of their houses are really home to me. Mom has already started dating new guys, which feels so awkward. Seeing another man with my mom is something I guess I’m going to have to get used to.

“Hey, Claire, how are you doing?” my friend Melanie asked after our last class ended for the day.

“I feel like that’s the only question I’m getting asked lately.” I sighed and turned away from her. “I’m doing fine. It’s not easy, but I’ll get through it.”

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You can talk to me about anything if you need to.” Melanie gave a sympathetic smile and softly patted my shoulder. Melanie was the person I could always confide in about things. She knows my family pretty well, especially since we’ve been friends since kindergarten. Even though we’re seniors in high school, things really haven’t changed much between us.

“My dad’s picking me up today and hates when I make him wait for me. I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I walked over to the parking lot where my dad was waiting in his Tesla.

My dad is a hardworking guy and is one of the best software engineers at some fancy tech company. I respect his ability to make enough money for us to live a comfortable life, but that doesn’t reduce the fact that he can be kind of pushy and impatient. Maybe he works too much. Maybe that’s the reason Mom finally got fed up.

“Claire, finally. Come on, we’ve got to get going. I have some work to finish up when we get home.” He seemed just about as grumpy as usual. I’ve seen worse from him, though.

“I had a good day, thanks for asking!” I sarcastically remarked after his inviting greeting. I sat stiffly in the car and looked out the window.

The divorce has made him even more bitter, he probably senses that Mom is out with new guys. I wonder why he doesn’t go out with new women, now that he’s single? Well, what do I know, maybe he does when I’m not around. Although you’d think he’d be less irritable if he was having some fun in life.

“Sorry, honey. I know I haven’t been the most pleasant person to be around lately. You know how it is… With work, the divorce… It’s hard.”

I looked over at him and his face turned solemn yet blank as he drove. I felt bad for him. He had a good life, a beautiful wife, a family. “It’s okay, Dad. I know it’s hard. I love you, okay?” I smiled at him, perhaps he would turn his head for a second and see it. He did.

“Thanks, Claire. You’re doing well with all of this. I’m really proud of you. You’re growing up to be such a great woman.”

We arrived home; I went to my room and Dad went to his study to do work. He usually stays in his study all night long, until he finally goes to bed around midnight. After a stressful day, I just really wanted to close my bedroom door and masturbate. Being a girl, and a shy one, it’s sometimes hard to feel comfortable with masturbating, but I’ve been slowly trying to get the hang of doing it more often. I only recently started since I saw an article online about sexual health, and since I’m not sexually active, I thought I should release my tension by my own means.

I teach that-bitch porno checked the hallway and quietly closed my door, then jumped back into my bed with my laptop. I put my earbuds in, searched for something to watch, and relaxed. I lay there with all my clothes on, but soon I could feel the warmth between my legs. I soon crept my hand into my pants and into my underwear, biting my lip when I felt how much wetness had accumulated only in a matter of minutes. I slowly began to rub on the area around my clit, only brushing over it for a second, to tease myself. My legs bent and spread wide open was quite the sight, as a mirror was opposite of my bed and I could see myself committing dirty acts. I felt so unlike myself when I masturbated; I turned into a lustful whore, one that wanted to be fucked senseless.

I started to ignore the pornographic sounds in my earbuds and focused solely on my internal fantasy with my eyes closed. I imagined myself being tied to my bed, helpless and vulnerable, spread eagle. Guys lined up outside my door, waiting to take their turn with me, jacking off as they watched the guy before them fucking my brains out. Each one would just use me and ignore my pleas for a gentle touch, slamming their pelvises into my sweet spot, forcing me to reluctantly cum all over their throbbing dicks. They’d dump their load in me and the next one would be on me without hesitation.

This fantasy made my hand move quickly, alternating between thrusting in and out and making circles on my clit. I was getting close to climax when I opened my eyes. My door was ajar. I stopped immediately.

My door was closed wasn’t it?

I specifically remember closing it.

Or had I?

I threw my blankets over me and quickly put my clothes on. I stepped out of my bed and quietly stepped over to my door, tapped it so it opened slowly, and peered out. The hall was empty. My heart was beating heavily, and I was trying to be as quiet as possible because every sound I made felt so loud for some reason. To calm my nerves I told myself that my dad had not seen what I was doing and that the door either opened on its own or I had not closed it all the way. I couldn’t imagine the level of embarrassment I’d feel if my dad had seen me like that.

“Are you not that hungry?” my dad asked as I got up to bring my plate to the kitchen.

I avoided eye contact, still feeling uneasy about what happened before dinner. “No, I’m not really feeling well, I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Want some sleeping pills? That will probably help you sleep through whatever sickness you’re feeling.” He got up to get some from the bathroom cabinet. I did have trouble with insomnia, and with all this added anxiety I might as well take some to help me sleep through the night.

“Thanks Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I took the pills before leaving the dining room. Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget all about that stupid door being ajar. Although I don’t know if I can get the courage to masturbate while anyone is home ever again. The idea of my dad seeing me naked, let alone touching myself, made me shiver and gave me a restless feeling in my stomach.

I went to my room and changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts before laying down in my bed. I was feeling really tired and nauseous, and once I closed my eyes it wasn’t hard to fall asleep.

After what felt like many hours, I awoke, or at least I think I did, feeling stiff and constrained. I felt a bit dizzy and my vision wasn’t entirely clear. What’s going on? Why do I feel so… good, yet bad at the same time? After a few seconds, things started clearing up and I realized what was happening. Someone was touching me. The lights weren’t on and my eyes were struggling to adjust to the darkness. I could tell that my shorts were off and my t-shirt had been pushed up to my neck, my C-cup breasts exposed. I felt the breeze from my fan hitting my chest and causing my nipples to harden. A soft wetness was brushing against my clit again and again. It was a tongue, lapping furiously teamskeet porno at my cunt, giving me amazing sensations. Once I noticed how good it felt, my hips started to push up in reaction and my muscles tensed. I was so scared, which kept my orgasm from coming too quickly, but I felt it start to rise. How could I orgasm at a time like this?!

I began to moan, almost involuntarily, and tried to figure out what to do in the midst of this huge distraction. I wanted to push the person away, but my hands were bound above my head. My feet felt free, so I tried to kick the person away, but they immediately grabbed my ankles and held them down, then spread them wider so my pussy was on full display. I felt so vulnerable and violated, yet I was more turned on than I’d ever been. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm. All of my senses were heightened in this time of fear, confusion, and arousal. The tongue pressed harder onto my clit, going quicker, and I felt a finger slide into me.

I moaned again, “Please, please stop… I can’t- I can’t handle it much longer… Please!” I felt a few tears slide down my cheeks, not out of sadness, just panic.

Suddenly my orgasm came over me and my hips bucked, yet they continued to lick me up and down. I was squirming so much but not getting anywhere. After my orgasm calmed down, I lay there, struggling to keep my legs closed, but they held them open. My eyes were slowly starting to adjust, finally, and I tried to focus on my attacker.

“Even more beautiful than when I watched from before.”

I recognized his voice. “Dad? Dad! What the hell are you doing! Get off me!”

He ignored my anger and gazed in between my legs. I felt my shyness reach a new level. “Please.. don’t look. That’s so embarrassing, stop it! Don’t look at me!” I screamed at him.

“You have the prettiest pink pussy, Claire. I love it. And you taste amazing, too. Try not to scream, though, or I’ll have to punish you more.” He seemed so calm, as if he had no inkling that what he was doing was wrong.

“Dad… please… Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

“Now that your mother and I are divorced, my sex life is basically non existent. I was hoping you could help me with that.” Even though what he was doing was crazy, his voice didn’t sound crazy. He sounded like he just wanted my help, like he was asking me to get the newspaper for him or help him do the dishes.

His tone gave me an odd sense of comfort. I didn’t know how to feel anymore.

“And I saw you earlier today, touching yourself, and it sent me over the edge. God, you’re beautiful. Your little 18 year old body, writhing as you pleased yourself. You looked so different doing that. Claire, have you been with any guys before? Just be honest, I don’t care if you have or not.”

I hesitated, fidgeting a little, still aware that my naked body was out in the open. “No… I haven’t.”

“Did you ever want to try anything sexual? I thought this could be a two-way street. You can try things with someone you can trust, and I can relieve some of the sexual frustrations I’ve been having.” As he spoke he started to stroke my pussy, slowly on my clit, driving me mad. His fingers were so experienced and felt so good, even better than mine.

“That… feels really good…” I said, softly, my mind going to the lustful place as it does when I masturbate.

He continued to stroke me, as I faintly heard his pants unzipping. I couldn’t focus on anything but the good sensations I felt between my legs. How could he reduce my fear to dust so suddenly? Why was I letting this happen? It’s almost as if I wanted it. But I couldn’t let myself believe that. This was NOT what I wanted. He was violating me, my arms were literally bound. I couldn’t do anything about what was happening to me.

His fingers continued to glide seamlessly in between my lips, spreading them and teasing me. I could now see almost perfectly, even in the darkness. His boxers formed a perfect tent where his penis was begging to come out. He slipped out of his boxers and I stared tecavuz porno at his length in awe, never having seen this up close before. For some reason I desperately wanted to feel it. Anywhere. These dirty thoughts made me feel sick, but I couldn’t help it.

“Are you going to take my virginity?” I asked, still a trace of fear in my voice. “I don’t think I’m ready for that. We can do that another time, okay? Please?”

“I think you can handle it. You’re grown up, now. It’ll only hurt for a little while at first. Don’t be scared.” His voice was so calming and soothing. He bent over to kiss me, a soft kiss that felt loving. “This is a really special experience we can have as father and daughter. We can connect in a more intimate way.”

There was a voice in the back of my head telling me that this was crazy and I was crazy. But, strangely, what he said made sense to me and made me want it. Our family was so broken now. Maybe this could help me feel closer to my dad, and make him less angry all the time. I wanted to make him happy, and I wanted to feel good in a way that I couldn’t do for myself.

I nodded slowly and tugged at my arms in their restraints. “Can you let me go, at least?”

“As a reward, I will let you go.”

Now I felt like I was working towards something. Once he let me go, this could be over, and I could try and forget about it. I had mixed feelings of eagerness to feel him inside of me, yet also wanting it to just be over.

He started to rub the tip of his head against me, and I was surprised at how wet I still was. No matter how much I told myself I didn’t want this, my body was telling the truth of how horny I was for my dad’s cock. He slowly started to insert himself inside of me, putting my legs on his shoulders. He stared at our sexes touching, becoming one, then looked at me as he thrust all the way into me. My eyes widened from the slight pain and the new feeling, I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. He grabbed my boobs as he began to fuck me, then leaned down to bite on my nipples softly at first, then biting hard and rough.

He did not take his time going gentle for too long, as he quickly started to thrust in and out of my cunt, making me feel more sore with every movement. I moaned in enjoyment and pain, “Please, Dad, go softer? It hurts!” My request was ignored as he began to untie my wrists, and immediately flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, my bare butt against him, my face pushed against the bed. I was only relieved of the pain for a few seconds, as he thrust himself back into me again and again, grabbing onto my hips for leverage.

I groaned into the pillow, feeling an orgasm start to build up, surprised at how good it felt behind the pain of his roughness. “Dad, please, I can’t hold it, I’m going to…”

“Don’t cum yet. Cum and you get spanked.” It was too late. I was already cumming, and he knew immediately from my moans and the wetness that built up inside of me.

“You didn’t listen.” He spanked my ass hard, twice, and my cheeks burned, causing me to shriek in response.

He continued to thrust harder, and in this position it was hitting the perfect spot, making me fear another orgasm (and another spanking). “Please! If you keep doing that I can’t help it!” there was a sound of tears in my voice. “Be gentle with me!” I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me back before I could.

This only entertained him more, causing him to throb harder. “With that kind of talk you’re going to cause me to lose it, too.”

He steadied his pace, but that almost made it worse for me, and caused my next orgasm to creep up slowly. “I’m really going to cum again, please don’t spank me.”

“You cum when I tell you to.”

I tried to hold it back as best as I could, as I gripped the sheets and drooled on my pillow case. I felt him start to thrust quicker again, noticing his grunts getting louder, and it sounded like he was getting ready to cum too. I was right, and a few seconds later I felt his cock start to pulse, and finally let my orgasm go through me. “Fuck!” he yelled, “Did you cum on me as I came? I didn’t tell you that you could, but it felt amazing. So you only get one spanking.”

He spanked me once, and the sound echoed in my room. He pulled himself out of me, and I felt his fluids drip down my thigh. What had just happened to me?

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My brother had just turned 21, and he was having a Thursday night out on the town to celebrate. He’d invited all of his mates, and pretty much anyone was invited. Me and my friends decided to meet up with him later on in the night. He’d obviously enjoyed himself, as when we bumped into him, he was completely drunk. As you would expect for a 21st birthday celebration.

My friends and I got some drinks, and we danced in a local club along with my brother and friends for a while. Unfortunately he was so drunk, he broke my camera and a bouncer friend of mine asked me to take him home. I was struggling to help him, so a few of his friends offered to help, one of whom was called Chris. I immediately noticed Chris, and how good looking he was. Broad shoulders, muscles, striking green eyes and tousled dark hair. He helped to support my drunken brother, and we chatted a small amount. Anyway, I finally managed to get my brother home and safe in bed, and that was the end of that night.

The next day, I sent a message on Facebook to Chris, telling him thanks for helping me the previous night, and a friend request. We immediately hit it off, and we chatted via Facebook message for around 6 hours straight. We had a lot in common, he was very chatty and friendly, seemed very kind and interested in what I was saying to him. There were a few potential “issues”, one being he was my brothers best mate, or one of them, and also the fact he is 19 and I am nearly 25. This is a fairly big age gap especially for the girl to be this much older. But he is very mature for his age, down to earth and sensible, (most of the time!) he also drives, and has a full time job. He has a good sense of humour, as do I, and this helps to bring us closer.

Now, here’s where our newly found friendship quickly escalates. The Saturday after my brothers birthday, I was out for another night out with some girls, Chris was also out with his friends. I must note, I do not remember too much detail from this night out, but I will try my best to recall.

We were having fun, dancing in the local club, nearing the end of the night. We only saw each other near the end, as we were both with different people in different places. While dancing, we were kissing a cuddling a lot. We barely came up for air, his hands were touching me in my short and tight trademark dress, feeling the outline of my female agent porno slim body, and cupping my smallish breasts. His hands were in my hair, and kissing me so hungrily. I then made the decision I wanted to go home. He lives nearby to where I live, so we got a taxi together. You must realise, I never usually do this kind of thing. I have never had an official one night stand with someone I barely know. But tonight for some reason, I decided to change that.

We arrived at mine, and after a few drunken exchanges, we ended up in my room, in my bed. We, of course, were kissing again. Lots of tender kisses, tongues touching briefly, and then getting stronger and more meaningful. He pulled me on top of him and started grinding his hips against mine, his arms wrapped around me. His hands start wandering, up the backs of my legs, over my bum, pulling my dress up slowly. I rub my body on his and he moans. He reaches behind my back and unzips my dress, I sit up and pull it off over my head. He unclasps my bra and immediately grabs hold of my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, making me moan. All I am wearing is a thong, and his hands run down my sides, to my hips, he grabs my ass cheeks, gently parting them. Then his fingers tease me, slowly pulling aside my thong and touching me, feeling how wet I am.

I grab at his top, desperately trying to pull it off. He helps, and exposes his amazing body, dark hair on his chest running down to his cock, slim stomach, defined muscle. I start kissing his delicious body all over, running my lips down, down, kissing his sides, getting right down to his groin area. I slide my fingers under his belt and tease the tip of his cock. I tug at his jeans and he pulls them down. I kiss all around his cock, not touching it. I can see precum, about to drip. I reach his balls, and kiss them, taking one and sucking it into my mouth. I lick them all over, and run my tongue halfway up his huge hard shaft. I then move to his thighs, muscles and dark hair, I grab them and kiss them, moving in between them and running my hand right up to the top of his thighs, stroking his balls. I then look up at him, his eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily, gently thrusting his hips up every so often. I flick my dark hair over to one side, and reach down to his hard, throbbing cock. I open my mouth over it, and reach out my tongue, and gently flick the tip, licking up the drops of precum. I swirl my tongue around the tip a few times, enjoying his response, hands in my female fake taxi porno hair, gently pushing me down. I resist, and carry on teasing, using my tongue to lick the head, and the length of his shaft, feeling how hard he is. His cock is twitching with pleasure and anticipation.

I, very slowly, grip hold of his shaft with my right hand, lean down, and wrap my lips around the head. He moans and gasps in response, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I move my hand up and down, and suck the head, moving my mouth deeper and deeper, making it wet and licking up all his precum. I move my head up and down, my tongue sliding up and down his length, and my lips gripping tight. I keep going, faster and faster, then I stop, and he carries on thrusting into my mouth, fucking my mouth while I grip his cock. Suddenly his cock starts pulsing and he thrusts hard into my mouth, his cum shooting out and spraying to the back of my throat. Taken by surprise, I struggle to take it all, almost choking on his hot cum. I hold my mouth over his cock while he orgasms, feeling the strong pulsating in my mouth.

When he finishes, he looks at me, eyes wide, and states he’s never had a blowjob like that in his entire life. I just smile and lean over and kiss him.

Now, I guess a good thing about him being a bit younger, is he can have sex more than once in a row. He can cum, and then 10 minutes later, can be ready to go again. And we did have hot wet desperate sex after that amazing blowjob, but I want to tell you about another time we had sex, that was amazing.

We have had a lot of sex, over the past 2 months or so that we’ve been seeing each other. And I mean a LOT. We’ve done it 5 times in one night, pretty much within the space of 2 hours, maybe less. He’s fucked me hard, gentle, from behind, reverse cowgirl, me on top — which he loves, he makes me feel incredibly sexy while I’m on top fucking him, and he cums reasonably quick in this position. I’ve given him lots of blowjobs and handjobs, he’s gone down on me and fingered me. All in all our sex life is incredible. I’ve never had sex like it, he’s amazing at making me orgasm over and over, his cock is big and he knows exactly how to fuck me to make it feel so good.

Anyway, so this one time, we were in his room. We had to be fairly quiet, because his 16 year old brother, and mum were both in.

I’d just gone down on him again, jerked him off and made him shoot his load into my mouth, lots of cum, which I swallowed. glory hole secrets porno I love the feel of his cock pulsing so hard, and his cum shooting out.

We were just kissing, him still completely naked, and me with all my clothes on. We were just casually chatting, him saying how amazing the blowjob was and how he loves cumming into my mouth. I laid back and was half watching the tv. I then turned to face away from him, my ass on his cock. I didn’t think this would have any effect just yet, but, he got hard straight away. He pushed his hips into mine, pushing his cock right up against my ass, which he always does when I get in that position. He undid my jeans and reached inside, gently stroking my clit between my legs, getting me wet, making me moan. Then, quite forcefully, he grabbed my jeans and yanked them down, to just below my ass, he pulled my top up a little bit, then I felt his hard cock against me, and before I knew it he’d thrust inside me from behind, making me gasp. He pulled me hard against him, pushing his cock deeper inside me. Then he started thrusting, in and out, all the way out, and all the way in. I was moaning in so much pleasure, pushing myself back against him, his arms around me, pulling at my hips.

He then moves, tells me to lay on my front, and not pulling out he moves on top of me, I’m laying down flat on my front, jeans still around my thighs and top still on. He grabs hold of my ass cheeks, and starts sliding in and out. By this point I am so wet. I can feel the length of his cock sliding across my g-spot and I am moaning, gripping his legs and digging in with my nails. I reach underneath me and finger my clit, and I cum straight away, my whole body juddering, gasping, my pussy contracting with the waves of orgasm as he carries on thrusting deeper. I raise my ass up towards him and he grabs tighter to my ass cheeks, thrusting harder and faster, the head board of the bed banging against the wall. I cum again, almost in tears with the pleasure, my legs shaking. He leans back and slides in deeper, his big cock filling me up completely. I am just thinking I can’t take any more, when he whispers he is close to orgasm. He grips hold of my hips, thrusts so hard and so fast, then slows down and pulls on my hips, thrusting his cock deep inside and holds himself there, as his cock pulses over and over. I manage to cum one last time at the same time as him, both of us moaning and gasping. He slows right down and collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek, still inside me. I can hardly speak. He then pulls out of me slowly, it still feels so good. His cum drips out of me, onto my thighs and a bit on the bed. I pull my jeans and knickers up, and smile at Chris.

I can safely say, that will always stick in my mind as one of the best sex sessions I have ever had. But I am also positive there will be many, many more to come!

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This was always the longest part of the trip. The plane was down and taxiing to our gate. I always have to convince myself to take a deep breath and be patient. But knowing you will be there waiting for me is just too much for little Miss Impatient.

Finally the plane came to a stop and the seat belt sign went out. I only had a small carry-on bag stowed under the seat, which I grabbed and hurried down the aisle to beat the rush.

As soon as I’m at the end of the tunnel, I’m looking for you. Usually you’re pretty easy to pick out of the crowd and this time was no different. Hurrying towards you, I almost throw myself into your arms.

Laughing you hold me at arms length, “Who are you? I think you’ve got the wrong guy!”

With a grimace I use my bag to slug you in the shoulder and finally you wrap your arms around me, nearly lifting me from the floor.

I felt dizzy. It was always this way when I first say you after a long separation. The time we were apart seemed endless and I lived for the moment I could touch you again.

“What? No kiss?!” You grumbled good-naturedly.

I stuck my tongue out at you, “In the car, doll. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself, and after all, this IS a public place.”

“In that case, lets go,” and you grabbed my bag in one hand and me with the other and led me away.

As we passed the mobbed luggage drop, I thought to myself on how you had insisted I just keep stuff at your place and save bringing so much stuff. It saved us a lot of time, plus shopping with you for all the things I’d need had been so much fun. You spoiled me relentlessly and I rarely complained.

As I followed along behind you, I looked you over closely to see what might have changed in my absence. Your hair was shorter and you’d grown your goatee back. I smiled to myself as I thought about how I’d said that I preferred that look last time when you had shaved.

Finally we reached the parking ramp and found your car. The doors weren’t closed more than a couple of seconds when I reached over and turned your face towards mine. “I think I owe you a kiss?” I laughed softly.

As our lips met, I felt that spark that had been there since the first time we kissed. A tiny jolt of electricity as soon as our lips connected. I leaned into you and deepened the kiss and touched your tongue with mine. With a deep sigh I moved as close to you as the seats would allow and ran my fingers through your hair and down your neck. I felt your skin shudder and pulled back enough to see your face. I never got enough of looking at your face and those blue, blue eyes.

Just now those blue eyes were darkened a bit and you were smiling at me. Softly you whispered, “I missed you”.

“Me too…” I spoke through a tight throat as your words sent a shiver through my whole body. Seems like a lot of things you say or do have that effect on me. “Take me home.”

Laughing you put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

The ride to your house is short usually, but the tension filling the car made it seem twice as long. I couldn’t keep my hands off of you and as you drove, I ran my hand up and down your thigh, feeling the muscles underneath flex and relax. I didn’t want to touch you anyplace more intimate. I could tell that you were hard. I could see your hard-on straining against the material of your shorts.

I leaned against you and whispered in your ear, “if you don’t hurry, I’m going to start in the car.”

You looked at me with wide eyes and I could see you assessing female agent porno my words, to decide whether or not I was serious. With a teasing smile I ran my hand to the waist of your shorts and slid the tips of my fingers inside. The backs of my fingers stroked against your stomach and I pushed a bit lower.

With a gasp, you grabbed my hand, saying, “Ok, ok, I’m hurrying!!”

I laughed softly and moved my hand back to your leg. I snuggled against your shoulder and was happy to just be with you.

You got out and not giving me time to do anything said, “Woman, 10 minutes ago you were telling me to hurry, now you won’t get out of the car! Lets go!”

I smiled and pulled myself up. You just grabbed my hand and led me into the house.

As soon as the door was closed, I pulled back on your hand and turned you towards me. I stood up on my toes and pulled your mouth to mine. I molded my body to yours, gently pushing my hips into yours to feel your cock against me. We fell back against the door, kisses growing frantic as our breath quickened and bodies grew taut with desire.

You drew me up and closer to you, stepping backwards with small steps, leading me towards the nearest couch. Still kissing each other, we somehow managed to fall onto the couch. I broke away from your mouth to breath deeply a few times. I nuzzled against your neck and licked you with tiny strokes. Flicks across your skin that let me taste you. I ran my mouth up to your ear and gently take the lobe between my teeth. With a warm breath I told you exactly how much I’d missed you and what I wanted to do to you.

I could feel you heartbeat speed up under my hand on your chest as you turned my head back to take another kiss from my willing mouth. I felt your hands working with the buttons on my shirt, and tried to make it easier by shifting away from you. Your mouth broke from mine to kiss my chin, throat and on down, following the path of your hands. I felt your lips on the curve of my breasts above my bra and I arched back to allow you access to the rest of my breasts.

With gentle fingers you stroked over my bra to caress the nipple. Instantly my nipple started to get hard and your fingertips focused on it, giving me a gentle pinch that made me gasp. Your head dropped down and I felt the warm wetness of your mouth over me, your tongue flicking over the hard nipple. I pushed towards you and pulled you closer to me. After a few moments you did the same with my other breast and I was trembling under your mouth.

Your fingers traced the line of lace covering me and slipped underneath to push it back and expose most of my breast to you. Your mouth dropped down again and touched my bare nipple for the first time. I felt your teeth scrape over it gently and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled your mouth back up to mine and kissed you hard.

I pushed you back and without leaving your mouth moved so I was sitting astride you. I pushed your head back and trailed my mouth down your neck. I loved your skin, warm and soft to the touch, a bit salty to taste. I pulled on your shirt to un-tuck it and ran my hands over your chest and sides. My fingers found your small nipples and stroked them to hardness. I pushed my body further away from you on your legs and lean forward as I pulled up your shirt. My mouth explored you from the waist up, my tongue flickered over your nipples and I gently nipped you occasionally.

Your hands were never still. You touched me from the crown of my female fake taxi porno head down as far as you could reach and then back down my legs where you could reach. I slid back close to you and pushed down into you. I wanted to feel your cock straining to reach me. I reach a hand between us and stroked you through your jeans. I could feel you jump under my touch. This was the one arena where I had more patience that you and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Finally I pushed myself off of your legs to kneel in front of you. I nudged your legs open so I could rest my head on your stomach.

With a mischievous smile, I looked up at you while my hands started to work on the button and zipper of your shorts. In a few short moments I had them open and you relaxed a bit, finally having room for your cock. The snug underwear you preferred kept you tight against your body and I dropped my head down to nuzzle the length of you against my mouth and cheek. I noticed that the tip was visible above your underwear and I licked you with tiny, hot licks. Slowly I eased your bikini briefs away from your hard length, to allow my mouth more room. Eventually I exposed your whole cock and engulfed you with my mouth, just for a moment.

I backed away and ran my mouth over your balls, sucking gently before taking you in my mouth again. I continued like this for a while, before deciding to settle on just the sensitive tip. My mouth was wet and warm and I held you tightly, while my tongue danced over the ridge.

Your hands had moved to my shoulders and hair and were holding onto me, as if afraid I would stop. I laughed softly, deep in my throat and you were so sensitive that even that made you tense. I released you long enough to flip the rest of my hair out of my way and without warning took as much of you into my mouth as I could. Up and down a few strokes and you could not endure any more of my torment and your hips pushed up off the couch to meet my mouth.

Knowing that signal, I sucked harder and faster and kept you tight in my mouth as you began to explode. Throughout, my tongue is never still and I continue to tease you even as you orgasm. Only when you start to relax do I swallow and the change in pressure caused you to twitch again. I loved the fact that you could come and still be hard and I was reluctant to let you go.

Still shaking, you pulled me back onto the couch. “You’re going to let me return the favor, right?”

Impishly I grinned and said, “no!”

“Like hell!” you growled and pushed me back on the couch. My breasts were still exposed and your hands moved to hold them, plumping them while keeping the nipples exposed. Your head dropped down. Lick. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.

“Yeeessss.”

Pressure.

“Oooohh”

“That’s what I thought,” and I could hear you laugh as you took a position very similar to the one I’d been in just a few moments ago.

You pushed my skirt up out of your way and opened my thighs wider to plant kisses down my inner thighs. Your finger slid over the satiny material of my panties and I knew they were already soaked through. You pushed them slightly to the side and your finger continued its slow stroke, feeling my wetness, pushing into me slightly. Just enough to make me want more and I pushed my hips up towards your hand. You moved away, but only to pull my panties off. Then you opened me back up and I saw your head lower towards my center. So glory hole secrets porno close I could feel your breath, you stopped. “Say it, kitten. Tell me what you want me to do.”

My breath stopped and my eyes flew open. I’d felt every word you said on my super sensitive clit. “Taste me.”

You moved those final few centimeters and touched your tongue to me. I thought I was going to burst into flames any second. I willed my body to stillness and felt your tongue move over my clit. I pressed myself closer to you and my muscles deep inside flexed, tightening, despite the fact that my pussy was empty.

As your tongue continued to flick over and around my clit, I felt your hand on me. You pushed a finger into my dripping pussy, but withdrew it as I tried to push you deeper. Slowly, you slid into me, a tiny bit, a pause, another push and another pause. Finally I could tell you were as far into me as you could get and I deliberately flexed around your finger. You slid most of the way out and I felt another finger join the first and you began again. Slowly entering me, you curved your fingers up and stroked along my g-spot.

“Uhhh!” My gasp was loud in the stillness. My head came off the couch as you continued to lick my clit and rub my g-spot. My whole body shook as you played with me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted you to stop because of the intensity or to never stop. My hesitation gave you enough time to bring me to a screaming orgasm as my upper body lifted off the couch and my breath slammed out of me. My eyes were wide open and I couldn’t breath for several moments. Eventually you pulled away from me and looked up at me from the floor.

“I love doing that,” you said, “it turns me on to hear you come.”

With a low laugh I tumbled off the couch to join you on the floor. I pushed at your shorts and underwear until you were naked from the waist down. You were still hard as could be. I leaned down and kissed you, tucking my hair out of the way. I pulled my skirt back up and slid onto you. My forehead was pressed against yours as I lowered myself fully onto you. Then I relaxed and just felt you inside of me. I loved having you there, warm, full, slippery. Slowly I started to grind back and forth, and around in small circles. Your hands went to my face, as you looked me in the eyes.

With a wild laugh, I tore off my remaining clothes over my head and pulled your hands to my breasts. My left hand was on your chest and my right hand reached between us for my clit. I loved riding you, making you watch me masturbate, knowing I was going to make myself come.

I started to move more quickly, my hips matching the pace of my fingers. Your hands massaged my breasts, brushed my hard nipples and finally lowered to my hips.

My head fell back and my breasts jutted toward you as I felt myself grow tight and even wetter.

Snapping forward, I fell across your chest and gasped, “are you ready? I’m going to come soon.”

Eye to eye, you looked at me and said, “Do it. Come with me”

Still touching myself, my eyes fluttered closed and I could feel the muscles inside of me tensing, ready to explode again. My hips pushed you as far into me as I could and my whimpers finally trailed off in a long moan. I couldn’t stop rocking against you as all the little shockwaves continued.

I don’t know if it was the motion or my moaning that set you off, but just a few seconds after I came, I felt you tense beneath me. You grabbed my hips and lifted us both off the floor as you buried yourself deep inside of me. I could feel the jerk of your cock and the new warmth of your orgasm, as you lay rigid beneath me.

I lay against you and felt you subside slightly. I looked up into your beautiful blue eyes again and said, “Do you think we’ll ever make it to the bed the first time?”

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My hands were resting on my mother’s naked shoulders. In some ways it was nice to feel her being close, but I was still trying to getting used to this kind of closeness. Most of the time I was trying to keep my eyes closed and breathe calmly in and out, an occasionally I looked out of the window to my left. It was a perfectly normal afternoon outside, the sun was shining and I actually think even a bird was singing.

“Not quite yet, mom,” I eventually had to sigh.

I felt the warm lips moving for a while longer until mom knew she had to give up for now. My mother was naked and on her knees in front of the bed between my legs. Mom had short black hair and her breasts were small and flat, although the nipples were prominent, and around her neck she was wearing a silvery pendant which my sister had given her on Christmas. I tried to avoid looking at the dark bush between her legs, but often I found my eyes drifting towards it before I quickly turned to look away.

Mom was looking at me. She had an encouraging look in her gray eyes.

She was pouting her lips as she said, “It’s not as hard as you think. Try to relax and think pretty thoughts, perhaps of some of those girls you like.”

“Yeah, I know,” was all I could say.

“Are you okay? I’ll try it again,” mom asked, turning her head from side to side.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I assured her.

Mom reached for her lip balm and rubbed some on her lips to help them glide better, since she knew she would have to keep going for a while. Then she changed her position a bit and leaned forward. I felt how her lips were adjusting for the right amount of pout at the tip of the penis and how they then started their slide down the shaft. Soon her head was bouncing again.

I’d had a girlfriend for years, Jennie, the girl next door. We had been dating as long as we had known what that meant. Until a few months ago, when she had decided she had a crush on the other guy next door, Johnny the football jock.

Mom hadn’t wanted to see me be so sad. She had said it was important I’d have at least one experience like this when I was still eighteen, and that was why her head was now bouncing. Her lips were soft, slippery and attentive, and the rhythm of her head was steady and constant. If only I could have forgotten it was mom who was on her knees there. I tried to think about Jennie and her pretty lips, but that wasn’t a good idea either. It felt more comforting to hold my hands on mother’s shoulders and feel her close.

There was an art print on the wall. Mom had put it there, I didn’t particularly care what was on the wall of my room. It showed a pot full of colorful flowers. I saw my mother’s head moving at the edge of my vision as I was looking at it, and I could feel the patient and constant pumping motion of her lips around the shaft. The glass of the frame showed a reflection of my mother’s naked ass and I could see her black-haired head bobbing there too. It resembled some kind of a black-and-white French art film, the kind my sister liked to watch.

“Nnh…” I groaned, and mom immediately started going faster, but I had to touch her shoulder and say, “Wait, mom, wait…”

“What is it?” she wondered and started applying the lip grup porno balm again.

I wasn’t sure myself, but tried to explain my feelings to her the best I could, “I… don’t know. I just wasn’t ready. Not yet.”

“Oh?” mom said, pursing her lips. “It’s all right. I can keep on going as long as need be.”

“I know, mom,” I said. I was achingly rock hard from the constant fluttering of lips on my shaft, that wasn’t the problem.

I could feel my mother’s warm saliva dribbling down the underside and then stopping to rest in the shrubby hair of my balls.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I said.

When I felt the tingly feeling of that drop going down, and mom touched her lips with her fingers to make sure the balm had made them smooth and slippery.

Now mom started slower, but I could feel her tongue being more active, rapidly moving from side to side and occasionally thrusting out with the motions of her head. She was no doubt hoping this would do the trick, but she knew as well as I did we were mostly dealing with psychological issues here.

Mom had to stop when she started getting tired.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s going to happen,” she said encouragingly.

She got up, and my attention was instinctively directed at the dark bush between her legs, but I quickly glanced away. She went to take a blanket and she set it on the floor so it would be easier on her knees. She also applied some more lip balm, for that soft touch and glide which were so important. Her nipples were big even if her breasts weren’t, and the silver pendant shining between them gave me hope for the future.

“Okay, let’s try again. Are you ready?” mom asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

But after a while, it was apparent this would still take a few more tries, so I was glad mom had put down the blanket to protect her knees.

The fifth attempt after the break was going on when I noticed my balls had started to feel really warm. I moved my legs further apart and shifted my hips a little. I felt mom immediately accelerating the pace when she noticed I was starting to become responsive.

I was so close now, and mom’s head was bobbing in a quickening pace.

Suddenly my balls begun to throb powerfully and I shouted, “Mom, oh G- Nn-nnh!” as my toes curled violently.

That was also the first time I touched her hair. It was a purely instinctive thing to make sure her lips weren’t going anywhere.

The slimy squirt caught mom by surprise after such a long time of trying. She gagged and struggled audibly with the goo in her mouth, but she managed to force it down. After the shock of the initial ejaculation, her head swiftly resumed its rhythmic bouncing motion. Her lips were stroking me effectively, with a firm by soft hold around the shaft, while my balls kept throbbing and firing.

“Nnghh! Nn-nnh!” I grunted deep.

The spurts were weighty and powerful, but a mother just can’t spit her son’s semen away, so my mother’s throat was constantly working while her lips took care of the stroking. Seeing such natural and maternal instincts in action filled me with warmth and kept my balls pulsating.

It was then that I truly understood the relationship between a mother and hd porno her son, and what made mom different from any girl, even someone like Jennie. A son’s balls and his mother’s throat throbbing in unison was a beautiful and peaceful moment which would be impossible to replicate in any other kind of a relationship.

It felt like I shot at least three or four times as much as I ever had when using my own hand. Mom’s head was still bouncing, she was making sure my balls were completely empty. It was a nice gesture, and I could appreciate it. She was looking at me while her pouty lips were pumping up and down the length of the shaft. Looking mom in the eyes made my balls instinctively throb hard and fire several more spurts into her mouth, but she didn’t mind. I saw motions in her throat, and she her lips kept moving.

I was feeling warm and blushed all over when it was finally over. The ache was gone and it had turned into tiredness, but also into a feeling of pleasant calm. Mom didn’t have to ask if this had worked as well as she had thought it would. The load I had shot had answered that question conclusively.

Finally, when there was no more sperm to shoot, I could only softly caress my mother’s short black hair and whisper to her with a voice full of adoration, “I can’t believe you swallowed my balls dry, mom.”

Mom blinked her gray eyes and responded, “That’s such a sweet thing to say to your own mother. Thanks, kiddo.”

When she got up, my eyes lingered on her dark bush again, but I don’t think she noticed. I don’t know why I kept eyeing her ass when she walked to my desk either. It shouldn’t really have been that captivating.

Suddenly mom threw something at me.

“Whoa!” I protested, barely managing to catch the folder full of papers she had tossed to me.

“Now get to working on that presentation you’re been slacking off with, before your professor gets mad,” mom said.

She had again put on the oversized sweater she had been wearing, so my attention was now drawn to her serious looking eyes. She could be strict when she wanted to, even if I had tried to say I was officially an adult now.

Yet she was right, of course. My future was important. I put the folder beside me on the bed and started getting dressed. I was already behind on my work, so I had a lot to do tonight.

I got that presentation done with high marks, and it was seven days later when I was attentively watching that black bush again. Mom was riding me, and the movement of her hips was hypnotic. Her nipples were pointy, and the silver pendant around her neck was bouncing up and down between her small flat breasts.

My hands were caressing her hips, and I was trying to move my own in unison with hers even if my lack of experience was showing. I was rock hard and I could feel the hairs of my mother’s bush around my shaft as she rode me. It was so warm and incredible in there I could only wonder and breathe deep, my eyes staying locked on that dark bush.

Mom took my hands into her own and said, “How do you feel about changing the position? I think it’d be better if you shoot it in yourself.”

“Okay,” I said, although I can’t pretend I wasn’t feeling nervous.

“Missionary latin porno or doggy?” mom asked.

“What?” I wondered.

I knew what she had meant, of course, but it was still weird hearing things like that from your own mom.

“Which position you want to try, dummy?” she said, waving her hands in feigned frustration.

My eyes got big and I bit my lip.

“Uh… I don’t know…” I stuttered.

“Okay,” mom said and shrugged. She got up and said “Move behind me,” and leaned over.

I did as she had said and moved closer, watching carefully where my legs should be going. I sorted them out and attempted a penetration. One of my hands was on my mother’s hip and the other was holding my hard penis. I felt mom’s warm bush against it as I was nearing the opening of the vagina.

“Yes, that’s it,” mom said when I slipped in easily and naturally, like you can only do with your own mother.

My hips started thrusting almost on their own accord, first gently and then harder.

“Good,” mom said when she felt me slamming hard against her hips, my balls feeling safe in her dark, warm bush.

I was doing long hard thrusts, pulling almost out and then thrusting all the way in and back to that familiar and safe place. A mother’s vagina is naturally perfect for her own son. I had understood that much, and when I started to increase the pace and breathe heavily I knew it was the time to go all the way.

“My balls feel so warm,” I softly whispered to my mother.

“Shoot it deep, that’s what a woman’s womb is for,” mom responded with a soft and calming voice.

“Are we going to have a baby, mom?” I asked for the final confirmation, biting my lip as I said it out loud.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” mom whispered, and I could feel warm shivers around me.

Having received her, I moved my legs a bit further apart to release some of the tension, and started thrusting faster into the shivering hairy warmth of my mother’s vagina.

“H-here it comes,” I sighed at the last moment.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my mother whimpered.

I was the only one who could hear her that night which would keep our secret.

I rammed into her hard, feeling powerful shudders of my mother’s vagina around me and her bush against my balls as I fired the first of many long spurts to come into the womb which had carried me into this world, spewing fertile sperm-filled goo all over its walls.

I thrust just as hard with every spurt, and my mother’s hard orgasm and loud moaning told me how much she really wanted to carry her own son’s child.

Finally, I reached under mom and laid my hand on her womb. I gently caressed it for a while until I slowly pulled out. I hoped we had succeeded, even if we could always try again. It just felt right that it should happen right now.

I know mom was feeling the same way as I did. She turned and sat on her knees, facing me.

“Well done,” she said with a smile on her lips and a warm gaze in her gray eyes.

“You were a great lay, mom,” I complimented my mother.

“Oh, thank you! What a nice thing to say!” mom said and hugged me emotionally.

I responded to her affections, and we stayed there cuddling for a while. It wasn’t a good idea to sleep together, since neither of us was quite sure when my sister would be coming home. Sadly, we had could only share a few light kisses and then mom left me.

Still, it was easy to fall asleep with these sweet dreams fresh in my mind.

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Have you ever had one of those days when everything went wrong? I guess we all have. I’m not bragging, but I think my recent span of 24 hours has been worse than any of yours. I’d put money on it! You be the judge and when you learn that I’m right, send me your money. Bitcoin preferred.

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^^^Friday, March 31st^^^

“That’s the last of it. The quarterly report is done,” Warren said. The gray-haired, senior accountant saved the file on the computer. He pushed himself away from his desk, took off his thick glasses, and rubbed his tired blue eyes.

“Whew!” Harry exhaled. The thirty-three-year-old, civil servant brought his hand to his thinning hair and ran his fingers through the short, brown hair. “I’m glad that’s done. My vacation begins now.”

“So you’re going to Florida?” the slim older man asked.

“Yes. My family has rented a house near Fort Myers. It has a private beach on the Gulf of Mexico. It’s my Grandmother’s ninetieth birthday on Saturday. She loves the sun and the beach.”

“I guess that gene skipped you,” the sixty-year-old man teased his younger, pale co-worker.

“Not really. My girlfriend hates all outdoor activities. Acquiescing to her wishes has given me this ghost-like appearance. It’ll be great to be in sunny Florida. Everyone in the family will be there because my grandmother’s health is dodgy and we’re worried she won’t see her next birthday.”

“Uh-huh. So she was born on April Fools day? I bet that had to be fun.”

“It earned her the named April, and she says no one has pulled off more practical jokes.”

“Ha. I bet. Enjoy yourself, Harry.”

“Thanks. I will. I’m taking Sue to meet the family.”

“Oh?” Warren grunted.

“Yes. Things are getting serious.”

“Good luck. I hope mom and dad approve.”

“They’re pushovers. They want grandkids and will embrace anyone who can pop out a baby. Selling Sue on my family is the chore.”

Harry got up, picked up his leather briefcase, and left his boss’ office. He looked at his watch. The time was 6:35 p.m. He said to himself as he walked to the parking garage, “That took longer than expected, but I’m okay for time. I’ll go home, shower, and finish packing. Then, Sue and I are off to the airport.”

He got into his car, inserted the key, and turned it. The car didn’t roar to a start. Instead, he heard an anemic “Click. Click. . . . click.”

“Oh, no. The battery’s dead. I must’ve left the lights on. How am I going to get home?”

He got out of the car. The garage was empty. “Damn it! Everyone’s gone home.”

He looked East and West and saw no one. Then, he looked North. Over the short concrete wall of the parking garage, he saw a taxi parked on the street.

“Maybe my luck’s changing.”

He ran out to the yellow cab. The cabbie was leaning against a dented rear panel smoking an unfiltered cigarette. Harry said, “Are you in service? My car won’t start and I really need a ride.”

The cabbie said in a gravelly voice, “The cab is out of service because the AC ain’t working.”

“I don’t mind. I have to get home. I have a flight to catch.”

“It will be hot as blazes in there. I don’t know if I can blame global warming, but today is unusually hot.”

“It’s a 20-minute drive. I’ll pay double.”

“All right. Get in,” the driver said. He opened the door for Harry.

“Thanks,” Harry said. He flashed a smile and slid into the backseat. He gave the driver the address. It was as hot as Hell in the cab. Both men were soon sweating. The trip went fine, at first. However, after they got off the highway, two turns later they hit a traffic jam.

“Sorry, bub. Nothing I can do. All I see is red tail lights.”

Harry loosened his tie, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, “This will do. I can walk the last six blocks.”

Harry glanced at the meter, reached for his wallet, and gave the driver some cash and said, “Keep the change.”

He grabbed his briefcase, got out of the overheated vehicle, and began walking at a fast pace to his apartment building. He was covered in sweat and his breathing was labored when he arrived at the ornate front door of his building.

He found a shady spot and set his case down on the sidewalk. He put his hands on his knees and sucked in large quantities of air. It took him a minute to compose himself. Once his heart rate and breathing slowed, he said, “Wow! I’m out of shape. I guess having a gym membership isn’t enough. You have to actually go and workout.”

He went inside and pushed the cracked call button for the elevator. The light didn’t come on. He pushed it again. A voice behind him said, “The elevator isn’t working.” He turned and looked at a short, chubby woman and her cute, little dog. He said sarcastically, “Great! That’s the way my day is going.”

He went to the stairs and pulled the large metal door open. “After you,” he said. The woman replied, “No. You go ahead. Pepper has trouble with steps.”

Harry went brazzers porno through the door and held it for the dog and the owner. After they were in the stairwell, Harry climbed the stairs taking them two at a time. By the time he got to the third floor, he was advancing one step at a time. By the time he arrived on the fifth floor, he was pausing to catch his breath every tenth step.

“Mother fucker! What a day!” he cursed under his breath as he got his keys out to open the door to his apartment. He let himself in and headed straight to the galley kitchen. He called out, “Sue. Sue?” There was no response. He put his briefcase on the linoleum floor and said, “I guess my fiancée isn’t here.”

He opened the refrigerate and grabbed a Yuengling Lager. He twisted the top off and drank deeply. Three swigs drained the bottle. His overheated, dehydrated body required more fluids. He sat at the kitchen table and downed a second.

He burped and then said, “I’ll get a shower, finish my packing, and, hopefully by then, she’ll be home and we can go.”

He went into the bathroom, disrobed, and threw his soiled clothes into the hamper. He had a nice long shower. He rid himself of the sweat and grime he’d accumulated that day and he took the opportunity to do some manscaping. Then, he dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist, and thought, “I could use another beer.”

He headed to his kitchen. His journey took him through the living room where he encountered an old lady. They both screamed, “Ahh!”

Harry recognized the woman as his neighbor, Mrs. MacGillis. She was gobsmacked. Her eyes took in his doughy, pale, half-naked body.

“Mrs. MacGillis! What are you doing here?” he said. He grabbed hold of the towel.

She said, “You told me you were going on vacation and asked me to feed your fish. You gave me a key.”

“Yes. I said I was flying out tonight, Friday night. I asked you to come over starting Saturday.”

“Oh. Sorry. My mind and memory aren’t what they used to be.”

The apartment door opened and Sue barked, “Harry, you forget to lock the door again.” She walked through to the living room and saw a seventy-year-old woman in a tired, cotton dress with a flower print talking to her half nude boyfriend. She was followed by a short Hispanic man.

“Did I interrupt something?” Sue asked with a smirk.

Harry looked at Sue and said, “No. Mrs. MacGillis will be looking after my fish. She’s here a day early. Are you packed and ready to go? Is he here to help with the luggage?”

“This is Maximiliano. I’ve mentioned him before. Max. My old boyfriend Max.”

Harry gave her a confused look. She continued, “You don’t complete me. I gave Max another chance. We’ve been dating for two months. Sex with him is out of this world. I’m breaking up with you and moving out.”

It was Harry’s turned to be stunned. He said, “You’ve been living with me and dating someone else for two months? You told me you had to work late and that you were out of town on business.”

“I lied.”

Harry’s face showed that he was reeling. He said, “Didn’t you tell me Max was an illegal alien from Mexico who doesn’t speak English and only has a six-grade education?”

“Yes. That’s why we broke up, but now I see that doesn’t matter. I’m learning Spanish.” She turned to Max and said, “Te amo mucho.”

Max smiled. Sue said, “I told him that I love him very much.”

Harry’s brown eyes were big and his mouth gaped open. He was dazed and stepped backward. His left leg rubbed against the sofa causing the towel around his waist to fall. He was now naked.

Mrs. MacGillis and everyone in the room saw that he’d shaved off all his pubic hair. His flaccid dick looked like a little gherkin. Max laughed. The old woman said, “How come you don’t have any pubic hair? Did you have a bad case of lice or do you have some disease that made it fall out?”

Harry reached for his towel and quickly covered his dick. He was flustered and said, “No. I’m not ill or infested. My girlfriend …”

“You did that for me!” Sue shrieked and then she laughed. A minute later, she said, “Did you do that because two months ago when I got one of your pubes caught in my throat, I got angry and said that unless you do something with your pubic hair I’d never give you a blowjob again?

“Ha! That was an excuse to stop giving you oral sex because I had decided to give Max a second chance. Why settle for a ho-hum taco when you can have a big, thick, beef burrito?”

“Amen to that, sister,” Mrs. MacGillis said.

Sue grabbed Max’s hand and said,”I’ll be back this weekend while you visit your family and get my things.” She turned and the two of them walked out.

Mrs. MacGillis asked, “Is your trip still on? Do you need me to take care of the fish?”

“Yes.”

She left the apartment. Harry stood in the living room and he said, “That was awkward and embarrassing.”

He skipped the beer, finished packing, and had a cab take him to the airport. He had dinner and three beers there. clip4sale porno Then, he caught his flight and landed later that night in warm, tropical Florida.

A cab with a palm tree motif took him to the beach house his family was renting. His mother, June, and his father, Big Al, greeted him when he knocked and entered the large house. She said, “Hello, son.”

His dad asked, “Where’s your luggage?”

“The airline lost my bag.”

His mother asked, “Where’s Sue?”

“She’s not coming. We broke up.”

June came to him, hugged him, and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

The three of them spoke for ten minutes and caught up. Then his father said, “Grandmother and Aunt Judy, are sharing a master bedroom on the ground floor. Your mother and I have the other one. The second floor has four rooms with queen size beds. We put the married folk there: your Uncle Tom and Linda, Uncle Paul and Nicole, your Aunt Lorraine and Bill, and we saved the last one for you and Sue. It’s the one with a seagull on the door.

“The unmarried kin are split between two dormitory rooms, one for the boys, one for the girls, on the third floor. I think you are the last one to arrive. The beer and liquor are outside. Most people are on the deck or at the beach.”

Harry went to the patio. Many members of his family were there. When he stepped through the French doors, Uncle Tom shouted, “Hey! Harry. How’s it hanging? Where’s Sue?”

“We broke up.”

“Ahh, man. Sorry,” Tom said. “Ian, get this guy a beer and keep them coming. He needs to forget a woman.”

“Right-o. I’ll get him blotto,” the younger man said. He brought over three bottles. The men sat and drank. Their conversation was sparse. Periodically, others came over. They sensed that Harry wasn’t in a partying mood and left after a perfunctory hello.

Around midnight, Harry stumbled inside and went into the hall bathroom. He unzipped his pants, grabbed his dick, and said, “I must be drunk. I’m swaying like a willow in the wind. If I start peeing, I’ll make a mess of this room. I better sit down.”

He undid his belt, shoved his pants to his ankles, and plopped down on the toilet. He sat and peed and then, fell asleep perched on the commode.

Ten minutes later, his cousin Carla knocked on the door. Not hearing a response she opened the door. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here,” she said. She began to close the door and noticed that Harry hadn’t responded or reacted. The brunette paused and asked, “Are you okay?”

This time she got a response. He snored. She giggled. Her sister Terry walked by and asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“Uncle Harry’s passed out on the toilet.”

“What? You’re kidding,” Terry peeked in and said, “Wow.”

“What are you two doing?” asked Ian, their older brother.

“Uncle Harry’s asleep on the toilet,” Terry said and snickered.

Ian looked into the bathroom and said, “He’s had a bad day. His fiancée broke up with him. Give me a hand and let’s get the poor man to his bed.”

The three of them went inside. Ian and Terry stood beside him. Carla stood in front of Harry. She said, “Uncle! Uncle! Wake up.”

He murmured unintelligibly, “Mmmbbaa.”

She tried again, “Uncle Harry, stand up. We’ll help you get to your bed.”

Ian said, “Terry, grab an arm. We can get him upstairs. On the count of three. One. Two. Three.”

“Stand up, Harry,” Carla ordered as her brother and sister lifted the thirty-three-year-old man to his feet. His pants stayed with his ankles. His naked penis popped into view below his pale, paunchy stomach and above his alabaster white, chicken legs.

Terry cried out, “Carla, pull up his pants. I don’t want to see his cock.”

Her sister knelt and tugged on his pants. “They’re tangled around his ankles.” She looked up at everyone and said, “Eew! His dick is in my face. Whatever possessed him to shave his pubes?”

“That’s not a good look. The bare patch draws your eyes and rewards you with an unobstructed view of his dick,” Terry said.

Ian chipped in his two cents. “It’s wrong. Like a hairless cat is an abomination. A man shouldn’t shave everything off down there. It’s weird and gross.”

Ian leaned down and grabbed his uncle’s pants. He yanked hard and pulled them up. Carla helped. They got his pants in place and Carla quickly latched them. She burst out laughing and said, “There. Done. The world is a safer place.”

As the three of them walked Harry down the hall, he woke. “Huh. Where … Where are we going?” he slurred.

“We are taking you to bed,” Ian said.

“Good idea. I had a lot to drink.”

“Really!” Carla said in an exaggerated manner.

The helped him up the stairs and got him to his bed. He sat down heavily and nearly tipped over. He righted himself and started pulling at his tee shirt. The shirt became stuck on his head. Ian tugged on it and it came free. Harry got it off and tossed it on the floor. Then, he started to undo his pants.

“Whoa! This is colette porno where I leave,” Carla said and walked out of the room. Her brother and sister followed her. Terry teased her and said, “Little sister, afraid you’ll see his little white mouse again?”

“Yes!”

Ian closed the door as they exited. Harry stripped his clothes off, dropped them on the floor, and got under the sheet. It wasn’t long before he was snoring.

His sleep was interrupted a half an hour later. His younger sister, Emma, and her boyfriend, Charles, burst into the room. Charles flipped on the overhead light. She rushed over to her brother, ripped the sheet off him, and shouted, “Harry, wake up!”

“Huh? What?” He rolled over and his denuded privates came into view.

She saw his wiener, giggled and said, “Ugh. I don’t need to see that.”

Harry came to a fuller consciousness. He wondered why his sister was chortling. He followed her eyes and discovered his penis was uncovered. He reached out and quickly pulled the sheet over his stubby unit.

“What? Why are you here?” he asked. His face was red and not just from the alcohol.

“Mom told me that Sue didn’t make the trip. I thought we could switch rooms. Oh, sorry that you broke up.”

Harry said, “Thanks.” His voice was flat. His eyes showed his pain.

“I have a single and you have a double. You are single and we are a couple. You know how Dad is. Even though Charles and I have been sharing an apartment for a year he doesn’t want to acknowledge that we’re sleeping together. That would corrupt the kids and ruin the whole social order.”

Harry nodded. His parents were old school and preached “Just say no” to drugs and sex before marriage.

“We don’t qualify for a room because we aren’t married. They were letting you and Sue share a room because you were engaged. Charles and I would be more comfortable here. You’ll be fine in a single. Can we switch rooms?”

“Sure. I don’t need all this space. I’ll be spending most of my time on the beach.”

“Great,” his sister said with a smile. “Do you need help packing?”

“Nope. The airline lost my luggage. All I have are the clothes I wore today.”

His shirt, underwear, and pants were on the floor. His socks were tucked into his loafers. Emma scooped them up and said, “I’ve got your stuff. Why don’t you keep the sheet? The other room is only a few steps away. It’s the next one on the right. It has a beach ball on the door.”

Charles held the door open. Harry stood, wrapped himself in the sheet, and reached for his meager belongings.

“Thanks a million, brother,” Emma said.

Harry left. The door swung closed behind him. He heard his sister giggle, coo and moan. He assumed they had embraced and were kissing. A prelude to making love. He muttered to himself, “No reason for them not to have fun just because I’m miserable.”

“What did you say, Harry?” asked his Aunt Linda, Tom’s wife. She was walking toward him in the hall.

He looked up at his father’s brother’s wife. She was hot for a woman of any age. The older woman was tall, fit, and had a great rack. Tonight, she displayed her impressive cleavage in a hot pink halter top.

He said, “Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

She said, “I’m sorry that you and Sue didn’t work out.”

Harry nodded. He was standing outside the seagull room. He began walking quickly toward his new room which was behind her. He hoped he could get inside and avoid any discussion of his breakup. He didn’t want to discuss it or be the object of pity.

As he forcefully stepped forward, the sheet covering his body fell away. Part of the sheet had been caught by the closing door. He literally stepped out of the sheet and exposed his pale, naked body and four inches of soft dick to this gorgeous woman.

“Ha.” She guffawed when his nude body suddenly came into view. Her eyes were riveted on his tight nutsack and the appendage that sprouted from it. Her hand went to her mouth and she hurried past him hoping to get out of earshot before she burst out laughing.

“Oh, no. Not again,” Harry sighed. “I was almost safe.”

He took the final few steps, opened the door, and stepped into his new room. He flipped the switch and looked around. He saw a single bed and a small dresser on one side of the room. On the other side was beach stuff: buggy boards, brightly colored plastic buckets and shovels for playing in the sand, beach umbrellas, various balls, and fishing gear.

He climbed into bed, pulled the sheet over his head, and after some tossing and turning, went to sleep.

^^^April 1st^^^

Saturday morning the sun rose. Harry didn’t wake to take notice. Some of his cousins were up early. A half dozen eighteen to twenty-two years were up at dawn for a run on the beach followed by a healthy breakfast of muesli cereal, egg white omelets or smoothies.

Evan said, “I have bait. Let’s go surf fishing.”

“Good idea,” Bob said.

Gerri said, “I bet I catch more than you.”

“But not more than me,” Elizabeth said.

“Or me,” Jerry called out.

“Or me!” shouted Bailey.

“Okay. What’s the deal?” Evan asked showing off his brilliant smile.

“Boys against the girls. Losers have to clean the fish and fetch the winners drinks for the day,” Gerri proposed.

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Sharing is Caring Ch. 01

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The women of my family are all oversexed. I knew this from a young age. My mother wore my father out frequently, and by the time we were teenagers, made no pretense about why dad needed a nap in the middle of the afternoon all the time on weekends. But having an insatiable appetite for your spouse is not that big a deal. My aunt Liz, on the other hand, was a total slut. No one spoke about it too openly, but we all knew. I was maybe 12 when my older brother told me that our other uncles had all slept with her, and only 16 when my brother joined that not so exclusive club.

Like I said, my mother was different than her sister. Or so I’d always thought.

Until the day I found the tape in the VCR.

I was home alone, so I decided to do what any 20 year old boy would do and watch some porn. My father had a nice collection he didn’t think I knew about in his closet. I grabbed a random tape, unlabeled, and popped it in.

Half of dad’s collection was laughably bad. It was always hit or miss. He didn’t seem to be very discriminating in that regard. So I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I certainly didn’t expect a home made video.

I jumped up immediately and snatched the remote. But while my fingers reached for the stop button, a perverse curiosity told me to leave it on. I don’t know why seeing my dad slipping my mother’s clothes off didn’t scar me. It wasn’t even arousing. Or so I told myself. It was just…like watching a train wreck. How do you look away?

Mom, predictably, was incredibly aggressive. She ripped my father’s belt off and grabbed his long thin cock out, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I always kept the volume down low just in case, but this time I decided to turn it up just enough to hear my father telling my mom what an animal she was.

She shook her black hair over her shoulder and wet her puffy lips. Stroking my father with one hand, she teased her nipples with the other…which drew my attention to the fact that my mother was incredibly well endowed. Her round, creamy white breasts hung about level with her elbows, but they still looked fairly firm.

I wasn’t getting aroused by watching my mother give my father a better blow job than I usually saw in any of dad’s porns. I wasn’t. That wouldn’t be right.

But by the time dad was pistoning in and out of mom from behind, the impact sending hypnotic ripples across her soft, wide ass, I knew I was lying to myself.

I stroked away with reckless abandon before long.

So reckless, in fact, I didn’t hear the backdoor open, or the footsteps coming towards the living room.

My sister stood in the doorway, a goofy grin on her face, and laughed.

I froze for an instant, then rapidly put my rapidly deflating member away.

“Geez, you haven’t learned to keep that to your bedroom yet?” she asked, stepping into the room. My sister, born 2 years after me but not “younger”, to hear Ms. Maturity tell it, never passed up an opportunity to make me feel like a pubescent 14 year old. Sarah had tons of romantic experience, whereas I had none, and she couldn’t be prouder of it.

I didn’t say anything. I just watched, too dismayed to think to turn the tape off, as she stepped past the TV and looked at it. “One of dad’s better picks at least?” she asked. Or started to. The rest never really came out.

“You gotta be shitting me,” she said.

Still I remained silent. I wasn’t noticing the tightness of my sister’s jeans, how firm her ass was underneath, a complete contrast to my mother’s. I was never a fan of the tight, firm body type that made Sarah so popular–and contributed to my stunted romantic development. I never really paid attention to teen porno that type of girl. But I guess I was just then.

“You’re beating off to this?” she said, planting her hands on her narrow hips. Then she realized where my eyes were. “Oh man, you are something.”

“So turn it off,” I said. I wasn’t a stupid guy most of the time. Except when mocking my sex life–to which I had no retorts–I usually outwitted Sarah. But my brain just wasn’t working right then.

But, to my surprise, she didn’t say anything. In fact, she stepped away from the TV and watched it with a curious expression on her face.

“He’s no match for her. Must run in the family,” Sarah observed. Mind you, she was gearing up to put Aunt Liz’s reputation to shame. Half of my friends had slept with her, and the only reason the other half hadn’t was because they’d had enough respect for me to turn her down.

Again, I said nothing.

Sarah cocked her head, as if the new angle granted some real insight to our parent’s compatibility. “Mom knows what she’s doing, all right.”

I swallowed awkwardly. “Glad you approve.”

She gave me that you’re just a little worm, don’t talk to me look only sisters can give.

“Dad’s lucky to have her,” she said.

“Yeah, guess so,” I said, dividing my attention between the fair skinned voluptuous sex machine on the screen and the lean, rowdy one standing a few feet away from me. Her breasts were small–she wasn’t flat-chested, none of the women in my family were, but compared to my mother, it was hard to think of any other word but small. But she was really pretty, maybe almost as much as she thought. And her ass was definitely nice.

“It’s a wonder she’s satisfied with him,” I said, hoping to sound like I knew something.

Sarah only snorted.

The screen went black for a minute or two and a new scene started up. An old one, judging by how much younger and thinner my mother was. She took her top off and cupped her breasts as she got to her knees. Her eyes didn’t hold lustful hunger here, but…nervousness?

“Go on, sis,” I heard Aunt Liz’s voice. “Don’t leave them hanging.”

Mom forced a giggle as two men appeared on either side of the screen, presenting their erect tools. The screen was focused too low to see their heads, but something told me neither man was my father.

“Oh my god,” I said.

“What–did you really think mom had no life before dad?” Sarah said. She plopped down on the couch beside me and crossed her legs.

I looked at her–god, I couldn’t deny she was hot.

“I–well, I didn’t think she was like Aunt Liz,” I said, as the spoken of Devil knelt down beside my mother to help her attend what was now three pricks.

Sarah laughed. “You’re so naïve, I don’t know if its pathetic or cute.”

I jerked my head back. Of all the things Sarah had ever called me, cute was not one of them.

And that’s probably when my brain started working just enough to realize that my sister had a naughty grin on her face, was returning my occasional glance, and was watching a porn with me.

“I’d say cute.”

She smiled deviously. Her eyes darted to my lap, where my previous enthusiasm was definitely returning. “You might be right,” she said.

Oh my god. What was I doing?

The chorus of moans from the screen broke my prolonged stare at my sister’s large, green eyes. Mom was riding one cock while awkwardly trying to suck another. Aunt Liz was on all fours, getting pounded furiously. Only one man’s face was visible, and that was Aunt Liz’s future husband, Uncle Steve.

Only it was my mother he was lying under, being straddled like a travesti porno horse.

“So that’s why he puts up with her sleeping around so,” I said.

Sarah laughed at me. “Puts up with her? Why do you think he married her? If you weren’t such a twit, you’d kill just to sleep with a woman like that even once.”

My heart was racing. “I’m sure it can’t be that big a deal. How great a lay can a woman be?”

Sarah stared down her nose at me. “You would die of a heart attack after thirty seconds.”

I drew a deep breath. “Doubtful.”

My sister shook her head softly. “Puh-lease.”

“So show me,” I blurted out. “I guarantee you I can handle you.”

Sarah stared at me with an eyebrow raised skeptically. Then she smiled. “Twenty bucks says you melt in thirty seconds.”

“You’re on,” I said.

You’d expect some hesitation from a girl about to show her brother why she was famous at school. Not Sarah. Just like my mother in that first scene, she had my pants down to my knees and my rod at attention at the blink of an eye.

I turned my wrist, looked at my watch, and said, “Go.”

She looked like she might protest the obvious conflict of interest with me being the timekeeper, but she said nothing. She gave my thick rod a few quick priming pumps while she wet her full lips, just like mom, then launched her attack.

Right away I knew I was going to be out twenty bucks. I couldn’t believe how good my sister’s mouth felt. I had very little basis for comparison, but I’m thinking that the way she swallowed my all the way down to the hilt, worked my mushroom tip with extra attention, and teased my balls with her nails certainly displayed some true talent.

I hesitated for a moment before putting my hand in her silky hair. I pulled her head back softly, pretending to be caught up in the moment but really just trying to inhibit her performance and prolong the inevitable, hoping to keep my money.

But she knew what I was up to. There was no taking it out and staring up at me naughtily like the porn stars always did. No teasing with her tongue. She was a woman with a mission.

I thought about how terrible this was, about what I’d think if someone found it, about how stupid and annoying my sister is, anything to pretend I wasn’t the least bit aroused.

The sound coming form the TV, so low in volume they were like whisperings in my ears, didn’t help.

I tried to picture the disturbing pictures of STDs I’d seen back in health class.

That helped. My cock quivered, threatening for a moment to go limp altogether.

My sister paused, removed her lip lock from my meat and stared at me in shock.

“You fucker,” she said and redoubled her efforts.

I smiled stupidly and continued assailing myself with terrible mental images. I didn’t lose my erection–my sister was far too talented, cognitive dissonance only goes so far–but it helped me make it to just about two minutes before I flooded her throat.

She swallowed my load like she was taking a shot of liquor.

“Well?” I said as she stood up and planted her fists on her hips.

“I wouldn’t be too proud of being a minute man, pal,” she said.

I smiled. “Two-minute man, thank you very much. Which means I win.”

“Whatever,” she said. “I’ll get you your stinking twenty bucks.”

I looked up at the screen, where the fivesome was approaching mutual climax. I was stirring to erection again, shame retreating rapidly.

“Tell you what, double or nothing says I can make you cum.”

Sarah laughed. “You’re that eager to throw your money away?”

I shrugged. “Don’t even have it tricky masseur porno yet.”

Her shirt was on the floor before the answer even left her lips. “You’re on.”

My sister straddled me, slowly grinding against my cock, which hurt about as much as it aroused. She kissed me so deep and hard I thought she’d suck my heart out.

When she broke away, one hand planted on my shoulder for support as she turned up the speed of her rocking, I gasped for air. She was unfazed. Then she leaned forward again and fed me her hard-nippled breasts. Did I say they were small? Maybe to some extent, but I wasn’t about to complain.

She pulled away and exhausted me with another mind-blowing kiss. She then set to nibbling, biting, and kissing my neck. “You have no idea what you’re doing, you sad little thing. You haven’t got a prayer.”

Something came over me. I lifted my sister up by her hips. She squeaked, part surprise but I’d like to think mostly delight. I laid her down on the couch and fumbled with her jeans. “You use vacuum packing to get these on?” I asked.

She giggled. “Come on, give it your best shot.”

I licked her wet, warm pussy through the fabric of her panties a few times before sliding them off. I think she actually panted.

Drawing on nothing but what I’d seen in porn and my desire to shut my arrogant bitch of a sister up once and for all, I went to town on her with my tongue.

“Not like that. Do you know–oh, yes, there you go,” she said.

I lifted one of her legs up, pressing it back until her knee came up near her chest, spreading her labia wide.

I kissed, licked, nibbled, flicked, swirled, lapped and sucked away, concentrating almost exclusively on her clit.

The overload must have taken effect. She was shuddering and gasping wildly.

The taste and smell began to get to me. I guess if this hadn’t been my first time, I might have enjoyed it like other guys do, but it was too weird. I pulled away and slipped two fingers into my sister.

“Oh, getting cocky now? You weren’t that close,” Sarah taunted, amidst shudders which gave the lie to her mockery.

I glanced at the TV. The scene had changed once more.

It was another gangbang with Aunt Liz and Mom as the stars, but this wasn’t shot before she was married. By the look of her, it was extremely recent.

And dad wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Yet again, Uncle Steve was fucking my mom, this time doggy-style. Meanwhile, my cousin Joe, Liz and Steve’s son, was getting his pole smoked by her. A few feet away, Aunt Liz straddled my brother, whose eyes were rolled in the back of his head.

Oh god. Oh god. Was I the only one who wasn’t in on it?

“Why’d you stop? Keep going, dumbass,” Sarah said.

Well, I guess I was in on it, at that.

With shame, guilt, and extreme carnality driving me, I climbed on top of my sister and jammed my pole in, so harshly it stung me, never mind what it must have done to her.

“Oh! Yeah, go on, show me you aren’t such a loser after all,” Sarah said. She stared up at me, her beautiful eyes wide, her red lips curved into an evil smile. I placed a wet finger on her lips.

“Be quiet,” I said. Then I leaned lower and showed her that I too could kiss to take your breath away.

Indeed, she gasped for air when I broke away. I propped myself up with one hand and used the other to play with her nipples.

Sarah wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in tight. I could almost swear I was bottoming out inside her so hard was I pounding. She didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were starting to roll just like my brother’s as he got his brains fucked out by the legendary nympho Aunt Liz.

“Oh God, you can have the fucking money,” Sarah said.

And I felt her tighten around my cock, her pussy convulsing madly, milking me.

I probably would have won too, if Mom hadn’t walked in just then.

To be continued…

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Invitation to a Party

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“Let’s call Lindy. I heard that she fucked Mike last weekend, and then had to fuck Hugh to keep him quiet. She might do us if we call her.”

“Whoa! Really? Lindy? Sweet! She’s hot! I’d fuck her!”

“You’d fuck anybody. Or at least anybody desperate enough to give you a chance.”

“I don’t know anybody who’d give him a chance!”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t getting any either, so nobody is giving you a chance. Neither of you are getting any!”

“Peggy and I did it!”

“That was a while ago, like four months maybe.”

“Three months, well, uhm, just over three months.”

“Like I said, since then you’ve only dated your hand.”

“Screw you!”

All three laughed at the hand comment. The truth was they all were in the same situation. And not enjoying it.

“I’m going to call her and see if she’ll go out with us.”

“Good idea!”

“I heard that she fucked Tommy and Steve too.”

“Really, I hadn’t heard that. When?”

“Shut up guys! Her phone is ringing.”

Trev and Josh stopped talking. At least long, enough to give Brad chance to see if Lindy answered.

“Hey! Lindy it’s me, Brad. How are you?”

“Good! Trev, Josh and I were wondering if you wanted to get together. We’ve got some beer and other stuff and we thought we’d go to Beyer’s Point on the lake.”

“You would! That’s great!”

The two guys in the front seat gave each other high fives.

“When can we pick you up? Oh, you’re ready now. Well, I think we can be there in about 10 minutes. Sure, that’s sounds good. We’ll see you then.”

They all laughed and congratulated themselves when Brad ended the call. Trev turned right and headed toward Lindy’s house in the Heights. The guys laughed and joked about what they’d be doing with Lindy soon. A chance to get laid, especially by one of the hot girls, exceeded all their expectations.

“Hey, I told her we’d have some beer and other stuff. I don’t want to show up empty handed. That might disappoint her and I don’t want her disappointed.”

“Well, at least until after you fuck her. Then she’s going to be disappointed for sure!”

“Very funny, asshole. I just looked and there’s a six-pack and a couple of loose cans of beer in the cooler. We need more than that.”

“I’ve got a joint. I don’t think we could get any more to drink. Every place I know is serious about carding and we’re all only 18.”

“If we have the beer and a joint, we can still have a pretty good party. She won’t be disappointed. At least until she fucks you.”

Trevor and Josh laughed.

“You guys are both assholes! Tell you what, I’ll fuck her first that way she’ll be satisfied and won’t notice what tiny dicks you both have!”

The banter reflected their excitement. As far as the three of them were concerned, this was a sure thing. If Lindy had fucked Hugh, why won’t she fuck them? Mike, even Tommy and Steve, were different. They were popular with girls. None of they had to wait months to get laid. Still, this was the best chance any of them had had in a long time.

A few minutes later, Trev parked and Brad climbed out of the car and walked up to Lindy’s house. He didn’t know if her parents were home or not, so just in case, he knocked on the door. He heard her call that she’d be right there. Seconds later, she opened the door.

“Wow!” Brad thought. Lindy looked great. She had on a sleeveless cotton top with straps, showing lots of skin. He noticed her shorts and sandals, then realized that he couldn’t see any bra straps under her top. Brad felt himself getting excited right then.

Lindy hugged him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you guys since graduation!” she said.

“Yeah,” said Brad, totally delighted that she’d given him a hug while his friends were watching from the car.

“Are the other guys in the car?”

“Yes. They’re waiting for you.”

Lindy stepped around him and waved toward the guys in the car, motioning them to come in.

Brad looked and saw that Josh was out of the car immediately, with Trevor a second or two behind. Still, they both got to the house, and Lindy, at almost the same second.

Lindy gave them both hugs, something that Brad wasn’t quite as thrilled with as when she hugged him. Again, she mentioned that she hadn’t seen either of them since graduation seven weeks before.

“Come on in guys!”

The guys were all being very polite as they said in unison, “After you please.” Lindy laughed at their gesture.

“Oh sure,” she chuckled. “You all must want to impress me with what gentlemen you are. Oh, did you say that you had some beer?”

“I’ll go get the cooler,” Josh said.

Trevor pointed his key fob at the car and clicked it. The lights flashed.

“It’s open,” he told Josh.

In no time, Josh was back, cooler in hand. He opened it, pulled out a beer, popped the tab and handed it to Lindy.

“Thanks,” she said, taking a sip.

“Guys, I was thinking that maybe we should just party here. My folks are out of town for the weekend and they did say I could have friends over so long as it didn’t turn into a wild liseli porno party. You guys don’t want to get too wild do you?”

Brad noticed that the other guys hadn’t taken their eyes off of Lindy since they got there.

“Absolutely not!” Trev answered. “We all plan to be good. A few beers and nothing wild. Right guys?”

“Absolutely!”

Brad didn’t say anything. He suspected something about her suggestion, he just wasn’t sure what it was. Whatever it might be, he thought it a good idea to follow her lead. At least for a while.

“Okay, want to watch some TV?”

Lindy turned on the TV, quickly switching through channels and not seeming to find anything that interested her.

“You know, I’m not seeing anything I really want to watch. Is there a game on you guys would like?”

Josh chimed in, “sure, the Yankees are playing the Sox, we could watch that.”

That might help explain why Josh hadn’t gotten any in three months.

“What channel?” she asked.

“Let me see the remote and I’ll find it.”

Lindy handed Josh the remote. He was so interested in finding the game on TV that he really didn’t notice the perplexed look on her face.

Brad asked, “What do you want to do Lindy?”

“Yeah, it’s really your party,” said Trev.

“Well, this might sound kind of strange, but there is something I’d like to do.”

“Whatever you want will be great with us!”

“Thanks Brad. You guys know that Danny went out with Cathy Roebeck.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know either. Sorry.”

“Well he did while he was away at college. I’m still pissed that he did that. So I’m going to teach him a lesson!”

“Oh yeah?”

“First, that he’s an asshole and an idiot! Second, that if he can date someone else, I can do whatever I want to do.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a plan.”

“Yeah, what do you need us to do?”

Lindy glanced at Josh, who had sat on the couch, already lost in the game on TV. She put a finger to her mouth, letting the guys know she wanted quiet. Then she took Brad’s hand, motioned to Trevor, and headed toward the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

She didn’t say anything else until she led them into her bedroom. Lindy turned and smiled at them. She moved over to the bed, pulled the bedding aside and sat on the white sheet.

“Get your clothes off guys! We’re going to fuck! Danny’s going to know that I’m fucking other guys every chance I get!”

“What!?”

“I’m going to fuck you guys! I want Danny to know it too! The asshole deserves it!”

“All of us? I mean Trev and me and Josh?”

“Yeah, if we can get Josh away from the game. Right now that seems more interesting to him.”

“Oh, he’ll change his mind once he knows what’s happening.”

“Well, let’s get started. We can get Josh up here later.”

Lindy looked at the guys and pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She sat on the bed, her tits bouncing a little as she shifted farther back, so she could slip her shorts off. In a second or two, the shorts flew across the room, landing close to the chair.

The guys watched Lindy strip, too stunned to do much other than watch. She lay back on the bed with only her panties on.

“Well, are you guys going to stand there or are you going to get undressed?”

Immediately the two guys started to strip their clothes off, throwing things where ever. As they undressed, Lindy shifted onto the middle of the bed, her head on a pillow, a huge grin on her face.

Trev threw his clothes off, quickly jumped across the room toward the bed, Brad a second behind him. The guys settled on either side of Lindy.

Lindy kissed Brad, her tongue slipping into his mouth as his hand cupped around her breast. Trev lay on Lindy’s other side. He put his hand over Lindy’s other breast, playing with her nipple.

Lindy turned to face Trev so she could kiss him. Brad started to lick her nipple as his hand moved down across her stomach. He slid his hand across her panties. Lindy spread her thighs slightly, letting Brad slip his hand between her legs. Brad gently rubbed her through her panties, feeling the moist head already emanating from her pussy. Lindy moved her hips, definitely excited with the two guys.

“Let me take my panties off!”

Brad stopped caressing her. Trev still had her nipple in his hand.

Lindy shifted around, slipping the panties down, revealing her sparse, well-trimmed bush. Trev and Brad both lifted their heads to get a good look at her.

“Sweet!” Trev said.

Lindy settled on her back. She looked at Brad.

“Finger me! I want to get really turned on.”

The guys thought she was talking to both of them. They reached for her pussy simultaneously. Lindy jumped as two different sets of fingers found her slit at the same second.

“Ooh! Wow!”

The guys pulled back at her exclamation.

“No, No! Don’t stop! That felt good! Really, really good! I just never had two guys touching me at the same time! Go ahead, put your hands back! I liked it!”

The meet suck and fuck porno guys looked at each other across Lindy’s body. She had closed eyes again. She spread her legs apart a little more. As their hands touched her thighs, she opened her mouth slightly, her breathing became more rapid.

Brad and Trevor looked at each other and smiled. Each had a hand on Lindy’s pussy. Brad noticed that Lindy’s neck and upper chest had a pink flush. Without saying anything, Brad slipped his finger inside Lindy’s cunt, while Trevor gently fingered her clit.

As their fingers touched her, Lindy gasped again. Brad moved his finger in and out of her opening. Then he slipped in two fingers. Trev lightly caressed her little button as his mouth licked and sucked her nipple.

Lindy moaned softly, then arched her back, her head tipped back, her chin pointed toward the ceiling.

“OH WOW! I’m going to cum! I’m going to CUM!”

Brad felt wetness seeping around his fingers. He continued his steady, rhythmic strokes in and out of her. He could see that Trev was rubbing her clit much faster than he had been before.

Lindy moaned and squirmed for several seconds before her she opened her eyes and looked at Brad.

“I need your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me right now!”

Brad looked at Trev, who had quickly moved his hand away from where Brad was going to put his cock. Brad shifted on top of Lindy, ready to guide his hard cock into her eager cunt. She couldn’t wait, wrapping her hand around his cock and pulling him against her wet opening. Brad started to push just as Lindy thrust her hips toward him, engulfing half his length with one lunge. Brad pushed forward, driving his entire length into her. Lindy gasped again.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed.

Brad started to ride her, not too fast, just deep and steady. Trev lay a few inches away, no longer playing with her clit or nipple, just watching them fuck.

“Push! Push it deep and hold it there!” she commanded.

Brad pushed as deep as he could, thinking that he could feel the hardness of her cervix touching the end of his cock.

“There! There! That’s it! Hold it!”

“I’m going to cum! Oh, yes! Oh yes!”

Lindy writhed underneath him. Brad did all he could to keep his cock inside her, until she slowed down. Then he started pumping, moving his cock in and out of her, enjoying everything about fucking her.

Brad rode Lindy, pushing as deep as he could inside her. Lindy came again in a few minutes. She told him to push it deep inside her and hold it there. She came, just as wildly as before. Brad started to pump faster, feeling his own need to climax building. Somehow, it felt like Lindy tightened her insides around him. The increase in pressure was all Brad needed.

Quickly he reached his climax. He tensed, held it, then shot burst after burst inside her.

He didn’t realize that he collapsed on top of her until she spoke.

“Oh that’s nice,” she whispered. “That’s very nice.”

Brad lay there for several seconds, spent and very, very satisfied. He realized that Lindy was moving her arm for some reason. Then he realized that she was stroking Trevor’s cock while he lay on top of her. He rolled off of her.

Trev immediately shifted to be on top of Lindy. She spread her legs, lifting her hips, inviting Trev to fuck her. Trev pushed inside her, Lindy wrapping her legs firmly around him, pressing her feet against the back of Trev’s thighs, as if trying to push him deeper inside her.

Whatever she did, it worked for her. In a couple of minutes, she started squirm again. Brad sat nearby on the bed, watching her face, eyes closed, breathing increasingly rapid, her hips moving in unison with the rhythm of Trev’s thrusts.

“Oh yes! Push, push it in and hold it there! Oh yes! Oh there! There!”

Lindy’s orgasm acted as the trigger for Trev. Before she finished moaning her pleasure, Trev reached his own peak.

“Oh damn! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

He bucked several times, then tensed all over, seeming to hold it as deep inside Lindy as he could. Then thrusting several times before he collapsed on top of her.

Brad looked at them, bodies entwined, Lindy’s legs no longer holding Trev’s hips in her grasp, just spread on either side of him as he drove up and down.

Then Trev rolled off of Lindy. For a second or so, Brad could see a dollop of white cum showing against the pink of Lindy’s puffy lips, poised ready to fall from inside the dark little opening he briefly glimpsed. Then she shifted her legs closer together and Brad realized that he’d been looking directly at her cunt.

“What the hell!”

Brad, Trev and Lindy all looked at the doorway. Josh stood there, his mouth open, a surprised look on his face.

“Get tired of the game buddy? Maybe you thought you might join us.”

“You know Josh, the game I just played with your friends is likely a lot more fun that what you were watching.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, it bet it was a lot more fun! Why didn’t you guys tell me what you were doing?”

Lindy mobil porno answered him.

“Well, you were so interested in the baseball that we didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well, well, maybe I would have enjoyed doing this! These guys knew that. That’s why we called you tonight.”

Lindy looked at both guys sitting naked on her bed. Then she laughed.

“Sounds like we all wanted the same thing. Glad you guys called when you did.”

“So, Josh, think you can get undressed and join me? These guys were most helpful in getting me to cum several times. I think I could manage some more if you’re up for it.”

“I am totally up for it!”

“Then get undressed. These guys won’t mind since they’re sitting here naked anyway.”

Brad wasn’t sure if Lindy finished that comment before Josh had his pants down, hopping across the room on one foot as he tried to get them completely off.

“Geez Josh. You look like you’re “up” for it,” Lindy said, pointing to the tent in Josh’s underwear.

Josh looked down, and pulled his underwear and pants off while balancing on first one foot and then the other. He was far too excited about the possibility of fucking to worry about looking silly.

Lindy laughed again.

“Josh, the shirt too.”

Josh stripped his shirt off and bounded toward the bed.

“Slow down a little big boy! I’m not going anywhere. I do want a little foreplay before we do this.”

“But I thought you’d already had…”

“You thought that fucking these two guys should be foreplay enough, right? Well, I’ve had a few minutes to cool off, so you need to get me going again before we do it.”

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“Well, start out by slowing down a little. Maybe try kissing me for a little while.”

Trev and Brad moved off the bed. Neither made any effort to get dressed. Who knew, maybe there’d be a chance for some more action.

Josh settled next to Lindy. He kissed her, slowly at first, then more fervently. As he did, his hand wandered automatically to Lindy’s breast, cupping it, teasing her nipple some. Much as his friend had done, in a few seconds he moved his head so he could suck Lindy’s nipple. As he did, his hand automatically moved across Lindy’s stomach toward her pussy.

Brad sat in a chair across the room from the bed. He could see Lindy opened her legs for Josh’s hand. As she did, he could again see her pussy, pink inner lips puffy, protruding slightly, glistening wet in the second or so before Josh’s hand and fingers covered his view, then Josh’s finger disappeared inside Lindy.

Josh fingered Lindy as he kissed her, then sucked her nipple. Lindy stroked Josh’s hard cock at the same time. Trev watched as intently as Brad, getting hard again watching his friend and Lindy on the bed.

“Ohhh! That’s good. Really good!”

Josh took that to mean Lindy was ready. He rolled on top of Lindy as she guided his cock to her dripping opening. Josh put Lindy’s legs in front of his arms, lifting her hips, driving his cock drove straight into her. From where Brad sat, he could see Josh’s cock penetrate Lindy’s cunt, then pull back, then drive in, glistening with juices. Lindy’s pink pussy lips clung around Josh’s shaft as they fucked.

Lindy started to moan.

“Push Josh! Push it in all the way! Yes, hold it there! Push! Hold it! Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”

Lindy climaxed, moaning, moving her body with Josh’s thrusts. Her third guy of the night and she hadn’t slowed a bit.

Josh stopped pumping.

“I want you on top of me!”

“What?”

“Come on, we’re going to sit in the chair and you’re going to ride me.”

“I’m not sure…”

Josh pulled out and got off the bed.

“Come on.”

Brad was out of the chair. Josh led Lindy to the chair, sat down, his cock jutting straight up.

“You sit on top. No facing the other way. I want the guys to watch me play with your clit while I fuck you.”

Lindy seemed momentarily confused, either unable or unwilling to do other than what Josh directed. Then she turned her back to Josh, reached between her legs taking his cock in her hand. She slowly lowered herself toward Josh’s erection. When the swollen head of his cock touched her cunt, Lindy looked at the two guys watching and smiled. She lowered herself so that the head of Josh’s cock slipped inside her.

Josh suddenly drove upward. It was so abrupt that Lindy’s legs almost gave out, dropping her weight onto Josh. She gasped as he penetrated her so suddenly. Josh reached his hand around Lindy finding her clit, stroking it as he started thrusting up and down.

Lindy moved up and down on Josh’s cock. In a minute or so, she moaned that she was cumming, wildly bouncing up and down, grinding her clit and pussy against Josh’s fingers.

Josh continued his same steady rhythmic thrusts, while she came. Lindy rode him, seemingly done climaxing for the moment, moving her hips and body in time with his thrusts, her tits bouncing and swaying.

Trev stepped toward the chair, his cock almost touching Lindy’s face. She looked up, then wrapping her fingers around Trev’s cock, started licking the head and shaft. Brad stepped to her other side, his hard cock brushing her cheek as she worked on Trev. Lindy turned toward Brad taking his cock in her hand. She pulled him to her mouth, licking him while she stroked Trev’s cock and fucked Josh.

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Sophie was warm. Content. Happy.

Her bare legs were tangled up in the sheets and she felt better than she had in a long time. Every inch of her body hummed with satisfaction. She had just had one of the best dreams ever. She had met Jack at a pizza parlor, and they, in a sense, devoured one another. Eyes still closed, she smiled to herself. She would not mind having more dreams if they ended up like this every night. She could almost feel the familiar ache she would get the day after she had a night of great sex.

She wriggled her toes and stretched her feet a little. Oh god, her pillow even felt like she were lying against someone, being held with her head in the crook of their arm. She could lie here all day like this. To her, there was nothing better than spending hours in bed with the right person. Touching, caressing, tickling and just becoming familiar with their body and finding out what they liked. It was one of her favorite things to do and have done to her in return.

Smiling again, she contemplated staying in bed, grabbing her favorite toy out of the nightstand, and recalling the dream in detail, but she knew the dogs would not allow it. They would demand to be let outside to do their morning ritual. It included sniffing every bush, tree, and rock in the yard, despite the fact that they had done exactly that the previous evening. George would probably find a squirrel and argue with it for 15-minutes before finally giving up and coming inside to eat. He and Molly were, quite literally, the reason she got out of bed every morning whether she liked it or not.

Sighing resignedly, Sophie began to stretch out her arms and legs and suddenly stopped short.

Her pillow was oddly solid. And very, very warm. And breathing. Why was it breathing? She let her fingers brush against it. Nope, not furry. A little hairy, but definitely not of the canine variety hairy.

Heart thudding hard and holding her breath, she opened her eyes to see a bare chest, rising and falling in slumber. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. When did she invite a guy to stay the night with her? Why couldn’t she remember? Who was this guy? She cautiously raised her head up to look at the face of whoever this chest belonged to and saw…

Jack.

Sophie just stared, unblinking and then suppressed the urge to burst out into hysterical laughter. That definitely explained the “realistic dream” she had. She let her eyes roam around the room and, sure enough, it was not her bedroom back at home. She met a pair of brown eyes peering up at her at the edge of the bed. Yep, that was definitely not one of her dogs. At that moment, Jack’s free arm lifted to scratch his chin, and he turned his head slightly towards her, still asleep and breathing softly. Sophie went completely rigid, making her breaths soft and shallow. She thought her heart might actually stop beating for a moment.

“Well, now what, dummy?” Sophie thought. What a pickle she was in. Oh god, don’t think about pickles. Jack was always making stupid jokes about being a pickle farmer and considering she did not want to wake him up right now, nervous laughter was not ideal. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, desperately trying to calm herself down. Just when she thought she had her heart settled back down, his dog chose that moment to jump up onto the bed, both paws on his chest, looking down at both him and Sophie happily, expectantly.

“Oof!” Jack grunted out. “All right, all right! I’m up!” he said, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. The dog huffed and jumped off the bed, wagging her tail and heading out the door, more than likely expecting him to follow her. Watching him, Sophie wondered if he had figured out she was there yet. When his hand abruptly stilled, she knew he had sensed her. He took his hand down and looked at her, his eyes looking just as incredulous as she had felt earlier.

For a moment, she didn’t think he was going to speak. Then he took a breath, a slight grin forming on his lips. “What did you do with my pineapple boxers?” he asked.

Sophie burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Seriously?!” She tried to roll away from him, but his arm locked around her and he rolled on top of her. He had one knee in between her legs and both of her hands pinned to either side of her head. Her heart started hammering for the umpteenth time. God, he looked good with his hair all tousled. He was looking down at her with that mischievous grin plastered across his face and all she wanted to do was kiss it.

“I’m innocent of all wrongdoing. They are likely still in the living room somewhere; although, I don’t know exactly where they landed.” she said, smiling up at him. He grinned down at her, pushing his knee forward, barely applying more pressure to her pelvis, sending waves of excitement coursing through her. She was beginning to ache again but türkçe altyazı porno refrained from wriggling against his knee.

“Hmm…you might be lying. I’m going to have to interrogate you until you tell me the truth.” he said.

“Can I brush my teeth first?” Sophie asked. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her nose, then blew his stinky morning breath all over her face. “OH MY GOD! WHY?” she shrieked. Laughing, he caught her lips with his own, kissing gently, knee pressing firmly into her. Her traitorous body responded to him, gyrating her hips to increase the pressure between her legs. She felt him moan against her mouth and the kiss deepen. Just when she thought she wasn’t going to be able to stand it much more, he moved back. Agonizingly, he released her hands and rolled away from her, jumping off of the bed and grabbing his t-shirt off of a nearby chair.

Doing his best to regulate his breathing, he grinned at her, eyes twinkling, and said, “Man! You were right. You really do need to brush your teeth!” Sophie threw a pillow at him, which he dodged, laughing. “Come on. I have an extra toothbrush here somewhere. It might be with the cleaning supplies. Rinse it off really good before you use it. Don’t want you to get sick.” he said.

Sophie rolled her eyes and slid out of bed, following him to the bathroom. Once there, he handed her a brand new toothbrush and they stood there, brushing their teeth together. They watched each other in the mirror. How odd it was, being so at ease with someone she had just met in person the night before. Odd, but…really nice. It was then that she glanced at herself, taking in how she looked. She was a mess. Her hair was mess, she was wearing one of his t-shirts and…nothing else. She began to feel the blush spread over her cheeks.

“Just realized you’re not wearing pants, huh?” he said, trying for the most casual voice that he could muster. She glanced at his face and saw that he was trying really hard to not laugh at her again, his eyes full of mirth.

“I swear, you’re having way too much fun at my expense. Keep it up, and I won’t let you do me in the ass.” Sophie remarked, then rinsed her mouth out with water. She heard him choke and nearly inhaled the water down the wrong pipe as she stifled a laugh. When she raised up, it was he who was red and staring at her with the toothbrush hanging out his mouth. She started to laugh so hard, she had tears running down her cheeks. “BREATHE, Jack. It’s going to be OKAY.”

Shaking his head, a bit dazed but laughing, he rinsed his mouth out and stood up straight, looking at her once more, this time with that intense look he had given her last night. “In all seriousness, I’m really glad you weren’t just a great dream I had last night. When I woke up, for a moment, I felt sad because I knew I had messed up by not keeping in touch with you. I was kicking myself because I was sure I would never know what it would be like to wake up with you in my arms and then, I did.”

Blushing lightly, Sophie stepped forward and stood on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips softly, inhaling the sleepy smell of him and tasting the mint of the toothpaste. It was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth sealed tightly over hers, and he took it hungrily. He kissed her like he had never kissed her before, his velvety tongue seeking and claiming hers. God, she could kiss him for hours.

He had his hands in her hair, wrapping handfuls of it around his fists, holding her head cradled in his large hands, his hot tongue still plunging deep into her mouth. Sophie did her best to return his kiss just as passionately as he was giving it, but it was all she could do to hold on. She felt dizzy and wrapped her warms tighter around him, arching against him, reveling in in the sensation of his hands moving down her waist to her hips, bunching the t-shirt up so that he could touch the bare skin underneath.

She was so aroused that she throbbed, aching and eager. She could feel the hard ridge of him against her stomach as his hands glided up her back and back down to cup her bare bottom and lift her slightly. Feverishly, she wrapped her legs around his hips and felt him shift, his arousal pressing into her, trapped snugly in the vee of her thighs, hot and ready for her. She was delirious with need and this just wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Jack, take me back to bed.” Sophie rasped against his lips.

Without hesitation, Jack carried her back into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the mattress. She quickly slipped the t-shirt off and gazed up at him, and nearly gasped at how he was looking at her, his hot gaze raking over her body, as if he were trying to decide which part of her he wanted first. He knelt down, kissing the tops of her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. She vivid porno simply stared down at him. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was hammering as he parted her legs and began kissing up the sensitive inner parts of her thighs.

His lips were languorously running over her skin, causing it to break out into goosebumps. Anticipation shivered through her, continuing to watch his deliberately slow machinations, leaving little licks here and there. She didn’t want to close her eyes and miss one second of what he was about to do to her. Just as he was about to get to her aching center, he stopped and looked up at her, eyes dark and twinkling. Gripping her hips and bringing them forward slightly, his lips made contact.

It was all Sophie could do to not climax at that very moment. The intimate touch of his lips made her pant softly, tiny whimpering noises bubbling up her throat and escaping from her mouth. He nuzzled and licked and pulled at her with his lips. His tongue swirled around her sensitive nub and then dipped into her wet heat, lapping at her and causing her to make incoherent noises of pure bliss. He licked upward, swirled his tongue around her nub and, just before it became too much, stopped and begin barely nibbling at her folds.

She was lost. The sensations were more than overwhelming and intense. They were unbearable. She grasped at his hair and tugged on it, moaning and whimpering, pressing herself into his mouth. White hot heat shot through her when she felt his fingers probing at her folds, spreading the dampness and slipping a finger inside her. He withdrew and deftly worked a second finger in and thrust deeply, his mouth still suckling on her clit. She cried out and pushed back against his hand, grinding herself against it and his mouth once more.

Gentle but relentless. She was beginning to wonder how she was going to withstand any more and then her orgasm hit her, hard and explosive. She went from small whimpering sounds to loud moans of ecstasy in a matter of seconds. She had no idea his mouth was that clever and meticulous. As she came down from her climax, he gently kissed the creases between her pelvis and thighs, making his way up her smooth, flat stomach. His mouth was hot on her skin, searing kisses interspersed with more little licks and nips. When his teeth closed on her nipple in a little bite, she practically screamed. She was so aroused, she didn’t know how she was still sitting upright.

Sophie felt his lips grazing her neck, light stubble scratching at her sensitive skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to work her body to his advantage. She could feel the smile on his lips as he traced them up her neck and over to her ear, making her shiver once more. When his lips trailed kisses along her jawline, she shuddered. That was when she felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through her, and she grinned. All right. Two could play at this game.

Leaning back away from him, hand coming up to press against his chest, she smiled and pushed him back. Standing, she began to undress him, taking her time. She kissed his chest and ran her fingers over his shoulders and arms. She cupped his jaw in her hand and brought his face down to hers, kissing him tenderly, her tongue sliding over his bottom lip and into his mouth. She could taste herself on him: sweet and musky with a hint of his toothpaste from earlier. She guided him back to the bed, where he laid on his back and watched her with those hazel eyes of his, dark and curious to see what she had in store for him.

Sophie climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between his legs. She lovingly took his hardened member in her left hand and lowered her mouth over it, just taking the head of him into her eager mouth. Her hair was splayed out around her, tickling his thighs and lower abdomen. She could hear him sigh shakily and take his hand to brush her hair out of her face, knowing that he wanted see her. She began to gently suckle and swirl her tongue around the head of his throbbing member, feeling it twitch against her lips. She could hear him moan above her, encouraging her to keep going until he was begging.

She made her way down over his entire length slowly, ensuring that her tongue roamed over every inch of him. She teased and tickled with her tongue, licking him here, pressing there, eliciting moans of pleasure out him. She felt him trying to buck into her mouth, so she relaxed the muscles in her throat to let him go all the way to the base of his shaft. The noises he made sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. It made her want to do more, so much more. She moved up and down his length at a steady rhythm, her hands on his thighs, feeling him tense and shake.

Abruptly, she came up for air, smiling at Jack breathlessly and licking her bottom lip. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, woodman casting porno his pupils dilated to make his eyes seem almost black. He looked dangerous, not like Jack at all. She liked the sense of danger radiating off of him. It stirred a desire in her she had not known she had. She wanted to pleasure him and take his senses to a whole new level in such a way that he would be ruined for any other woman but her. She felt oddly possessive in that moment. She wanted to make him hers.

Crawling up his body, allowing her hair to brush against his skin, her breasts to softly bounce against his rock-hard length, Sophie kissed up his torso and chest. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she licked and bit the damp, sweaty skin, savoring the saltiness of it against her tongue. She brushed her lips against his, but instead of kissing him like he had expected her to, she leaned back. Eyes meeting his, she stuck her middle and forefinger of her right hand into her mouth, then brought them back out, glistening wet. Reaching under her, she rubbed her wet fingers over her tight rosebud, then up against her wet folds and back again.

Jack couldn’t see what she was doing from his position, and she suspected he thought he knew where he would be placed. She grinned naughtily down at him, and asked, “Where do you want to be, Jack? How badly do you want me?” She grasped his length in her right hand, rubbing him back and forth between her legs until he was frantically attempting to thrust into her.

He moaned and panted, “God, Sophie! I need you! I need to be inside of you! Badly. Fuck, Sophie! Please!”

With a smile of satisfaction, Sophie gingerly placed the tip of him at her back entrance and watched his eyes go wide. Slowly, so slowly, she eased him inside of her, pushing in one glorious inch at a time. She could hear his breaths hissing from between his teeth. She was also panting, struggling to accommodate the magnificent thickness of him. Deeper and deeper until her body had taken his shaft down to the hilt. She sat there for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of him filling her, making her whole.

She withdrew slowly, then down again, riding him in long, slow strokes, nudging deep within her velvet walls. He was large enough to stir nerve endings in all of the right places, pressing into her g-spot and making her groan. She could already feel her climax building up more and more every time she came up and down; yet, she wanted to prolong the moment until he was on the edge as well. She wanted them to experience the orgasm together. She was hot and aching, almost purring with pleasure. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep going like this.

Such sweet torment.

Jack moaned, low and guttural, “Sophie, fuck…”

She laughed low and huskily, her left hand reaching behind her to cup him and gently knead and caress as she continued her slow ride. She began to grind her hips in circles against him. His breathing quickened, becoming more erratic and loud, signaling that he was about to explode at any moment. And then he did, letting out a long, low groan. The sound of his grunting breaths signaled her own orgasm to release, and when it did, oh god. It was glorious. It was the most exquisite sensation she had felt in a very, very long time. She continued her steady rhythm, albeit shakily, until she was certain she had milked every last drop out of him, feeling the tension in his body leave him.

Hot, breathless, and glistening with sweat, Sophie sat there for a moment, letting her body calm before moving off of him gently. She crawled up to lay by his side, watching a wide range of emotions flit across his face. “So what are you thinking, Jack? Good? Bad? Amazing? On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being excellent, how was it for you?”

He lay there silent for a moment, his breathing gradually going back to normal, then turned to face her, eyes serious, but twinkling.

“20. Hands down. But that’s not what I was thinking of.” he answered.

“Oh? What were you thinking of?” Sophie asked curiously.

He grinned wide, “Pancakes. Imma make you some pancakes.” He rolled out of bed and offered her his hand. “Want to take a shower first? Promise not to take advantage of you while we’re in there. I don’t think I could if I wanted to now anyway.”

Sophie laughed and took his hand. The shower was leisurely but fun because Jack kept poking her and she couldn’t help but poke and pinch him whenever she got the chance. It was as if they had known each other far longer than just a few months of chatting online. She again thought about the ease with which they interacted and could not keep the smile off of her face.

Afterwards, she gathered her discarded clothing from the night before and quickly got dressed. She found his pineapple boxers and carefully folded them and gingerly set them on the ottoman, laughing softly as she did so. She loved on the dog while Jack busied himself in the kitchen. Moments later, he came out into the living room and handed her a plate. Hungrily, she looked down and then burst out laughing.

He had made her pancakes, alright. Pancakes in the shape of…pineapples.

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Jesse , Norma Ch. 02

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Jesse awoke from their post-coital nap, and it was still bright outside. The afternoon had not yet faded into evening, and rays of sun peeked through the west-facing window and bathed his woman in angelic sunlight as she lay sleeping on her side next to him. Norma’s dark hair cascaded across her face. The curve of her breasts flowed into the slope of her waist, followed by the rise of her hips, encompassing her amazing ass. Norma had amazing legs and dainty feet. She was petite, shapely, and sensuous. Jesse had never been attracted to skinny women. Norma was fit, while keeping a lovely curvaceous shape to her. Jesse brushed her long dark hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. Norma smiled and pushed her ass into his manhood.

Jesse’s cock sprung to life as he felt her ass nestle him. He nibbled her ear and began to kiss her neck. Norma moaned quietly and began to turn into him. Jesse continued kissing her neck, now to the front, and began making his way downward. He began to lick her right breast, paying close attention to her perfect nipple and areola while he cupped and fondled her left breast with his right hand. Norma leaned her head up to kiss her man’s ear.

“I love you.” Norma gently whispered. “Show me how much you love me, Corazon.”

Jesse began to kiss his way downward as Norma opened her legs. She had waxed her pussy as a gift for her man, knowing she wanted to please him. Jesse kissed her navel and continued downward. When he arrived at Norma’s Garden of Eden, he kissed her clit and licked her. Norma shuddered in pleasure. She opened her eyes to see her man going down on her, and his rigid cock meet suck and fuck was mere inches from her face. Norma reached for her man, pulling his hips, begging him to mount her. Jesse complied without stopping the pleasure he was giving his girl. As he mounted her, Norma engulfed his cock in her mouth. Jesse was stunned by the intensity of the pleasure. Norma pulled his cock into her mouth while she moaned. Jesse sucked on her clit harder, eliciting moans of pleasure as Norma spread her legs wider, wanting more.

Jesse and Norma slowly pleasured each other orally, enjoying physical ecstasy that each of them had dreamed of but hadn’t yet told each other. Jesse could tell that Norma was close. Her juices were flowing, and the salty taste encouraged him to keep going. Norma moaned louder and sucked her man harder as she approached climax. Jesse pulled up her knees, giving himself unfettered access to her Garden. He pushed his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, alternating the tasting of her juices with sucking her clit. When he moved to her clit next, Norma grabbed his ass and pulled him into her Garden hard, her moans now a shriek muffled by his cock in her mouth. She pushed up her hips, and her whole body shook. Jesse continued sucking her clit hard until she stopped shaking. As her climax ended, Jesse removed his still-rigid cock from her mouth. As he turned to face her, he took notice of her beautiful Garden. She was glistening with wetness, and he wanted to be inside her.

Jesse turned, moved up to face his woman, and kissed her. They embraced, and Jesse mounted his woman, pinning mobil porno her arms above her head, Norma’s legs still spread wide to welcome his cock into her Garden. Jesse’s cock found its home, and he thrust deep into her. Norma smiled at him.

“That was amazing, Corazon. Now, give me a baby. Make a child with me. I want your seed inside me every day.” As she spoke, Norma clamped her pussy onto Jesse’s cock, refusing to let him go until she had his seed inside her.

Jesse began to thrust into her, the wetness and tightness of her Garden making him harder than he had ever been. He looked into her eyes, and she returned the stare, submitting to him, wanting him to care for her, wanting to be his wife, his lover, the mother of his children. Jesse could no longer control himself.

“God, Norma, you are so beautiful, so sexy, and you are mine. Only mine. I love you. I want you. Every night. Give me a baby!” As Jesse spoke, his thrusts got harder and harder, Norma’s tits shaking each time. “I want to keep you pregnant, make you my little woman.”

“Yes, Baby. I’m yours. My pussy is yours, any time you want it. My tits are yours to see and taste whenever you please. I’ll give you a whole brood of children, Corazon. I’ll take your name and be your little woman. You can fuck me any time you want. I’ll wear whatever you want. And you can do whatever you want to me. Love me, Baby!”

Jesse was losing control. The combination of her love for him, his love for her, Norma’s submission to him, and her strength as a woman was culminating in this moment of consummation. He kissed her deeply as he pushed hard mofos porno into her, their bodies slapping together, the world around them disappearing as they made love. Norma began to shake with another orgasm, her pussy refusing to let her man go, her cervix begging for his seed. She pulled his ass into herself with each thrust. Jesse was out of control as he slammed his cock into her, making her tits bounce wildly. Jesse felt his seed about to explode, and he pushed deeper into her than he thought possible, wanting to plant his seed and impregnate her. He exploded inside her, shooting his seed deep into her womb. Norma wrapped her legs around him to keep him deep inside her, accepting his gift, enjoying the feeling of his many chest crushing her breasts. She milked his seed, wanting every last drop. Jesse stayed inside her, wanting none to leak, loving the feeling of her breasts against his chest.

It may have only been moments, but it felt like an eternity. They lay in bed together, Jesse still inside his woman, both breathing heavily, speechless, yet communicating their love for each other. Jesse’s cock slipped from his woman, and he rolled over, still holding on to Norma, refusing to stop holding her. She nestled in his arms, and they both lay quietly together, enjoying what would be their first of many weekends together.

“Marry me, Norma. Be my wife.”

Normally her man was not that bold, that demanding. He was a giver, more than a taker, and this moment of dominance was what she wanted. She loved his giving nature, his heart, and she wanted to be his submissive wife. “Yes, Corazon. I’ll love you forever.”

They would later stage a proposal that would satisfy their very religious parents, but they each knew that this was the beginning of their building a life together, a family, a future. Inside Norma, a life was beginning, the product of their love for each other.

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