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There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress.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. **


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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This is a true account, with some extras, of sexual encounters with a guy I am currently seeing. I hope it’s to your taste and you enjoy reading it.


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?”


Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.




“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?”

For you –


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If anyone had so much as vaguely hinted to me a year ago that I might be bisexual, they’d have quickly lost a friend and would have been informed of the fact very loudly. It was therefore as disconcerting as it was exhilarating when Janine, my very closest and dearest friend, and I stumbled onto that truth about ourselves. Although you’ll see some of the particulars about this in what follows, there won’t be a lot of details. This narrative is not about our new-found sexual dimension; it’s about the events and consequences that it spawned. And there were plenty of both.

Janine and I had gotten into the habit of meeting nearly every day for coffee and chat, ever since I chose to bail out of the rat race and try on the role of stay-at-home wife and mother. It’s been about eight years since then, and Jannie and I have grown very close in that time. She and her husband, Sammy, are our next-door neighbors and our closest friends. Fred, my own hubby, is as close to Sammy as I am to Jannie—well, not quite; they are both absolutely straight—but they have plenty of mutual interests and they and their other friends get together often for their recreation, male-bonding and all that, and yet are practically never too tired or too busy to bond with us, in many different senses of the word.

I honestly don’t remember how the subject of bisexual women came up, other than that there are very few subjects that don’t turn up in our conversations at one time or another. That discussion had started out in the abstract, but then, somehow, it very slowly turned personal. Haltingly, we edged our way closer and closer to the then-radical idea of curiosity, thence to wondering what might happen if we just tried it once, and ultimately, to fruition.

Our first lesbian meeting had left me frightened, suddenly questioning every aspect of my own sexuality. Jannie, I learned, went through the same thing. Nonetheless, there was a second time, and a third, and eventually they became a regular part of our lives. As time went on we both discovered, to our immense relief, that nothing much had changed in our physical relationships with our husbands, in particular, our own feelings and desires about them. This was something new, something added to our sexual lives, not displacing what already existed.

Janine and I would get physical about half of the time we met. We jokingly spoke of our “coffee days” and “sex days,” and how we seemed to just know when a particular time was right for one or the other.

It wasn’t hard to keep our liaisons secret. Nobody would take any notice of our meetings; we’d been doing that for years. We sometimes speculated on how our husbands might take it if they got wise to our fun, but neither of us wanted to find out the hard way.

So it was for six or seven months or so. Then the day came where I made that startling and disturbing discovery. I immediately called Jannie and asked her to come over.

“Jannie,” I said, “you’d better look at these.”

I placed a photograph onto the table and studied her reaction. It was printed from a computer image, and with high quality; it looked almost like a photographic print. Jannie glanced at it and I saw her eyes widen. Fear and worry wrote themselves all over her features.

“Where did you get these?”

“Fred needed something out of his briefcase last night. The briefcase was in the bedroom, so he asked me to get it for him. As I was looking for it, I ran across these.”

I picked up the photograph and placed three more on the table. They were pictures of two women in the throes of Sapphic passion, pictures of us. Someone had been spying on our meetings and photographing them.

“Oh, boy. oh boy, oh boy…” Janine replied, her voice trailing, drawing in a very deep breath and exhaling slowly. “So much for our dirty little non-secret.”

“There are about twenty of them,” I told her. “When they first tumbled out and I saw they were pictures of naked women getting horny I was annoyed. Then I looked closer.”

The pictures had been taken on our guest bedroom, which is where Janine and I were accustomed to going when we wanted to get into the hot and heavy at this house.

“You can imagine how I felt,” I continued. “Our secret was out, I could see, and I was terrified to think what that might mean. I had all kinds of mental pictures of nasty divorces and court battles over custody where someone hauls in pictures like this to make the other out to be some kind of pervert that shouldn’t come near the kids. That kind of thing.”

“You say you were terrified. Past tense. You feel differently now, I take it.” Jannie asked.

“I’m not really sure how I feel, and I’ll tell you why,” I replied, spreading out the assortment of pictures on the table. “The more I think this over, the more confused I get. I mean, here they are, pictures of us in flagrante, in my husband’s possession. Yet, no matter how hard I try to be hard-nosed and objective about it, I cannot see one hint that he’s upset about latina fuck tour porno it.”

“Maybe he’s just found out about them,” Jannie suggested, idly playing with the handle of her now-cold coffee cup, playing Devil’s Advocate.

“That’s what I thought at first. But now, look at these two.” I pointed out two of the pictures. “That one is only a week old. That’s when I first wore that red lace bra. But this one…” I pointed to the other of the pair, “…goes back at least a good five months. I can tell because it was printed on our old printer; you can tell by the look of it and those streaks over here. That’s one reason we replaced it. If he’s been keeping these for that long and has something nasty in mind to do with them, I’d be able to tell. He couldn’t keep that hidden from me for all that time. Yet, if anything, things are even better. He’s just as warm and wonderful as always, and our sex life has been great.”

“Well, then, I can see only one explanation, Lin,” Jannie said. “He likes them. Don’t be so surprised. By now he knows that it doesn’t reflect on him or your marriage and you’re still the hot lover you’ve always been…”

“I am…?” I quipped back, surprised at my own levity.

“…so they get him hot. What else could it be?” she continued with a little grin. “Look, either he’s OK with this, or he isn’t. You’ve pointed out that he’s known about this for a long time, and that there’s no sign of trouble with him. What other explanation could there be?”

“Thank you, Jannie,” I replied, earnestly. “In fact, that’s what I decided too, after thinking it over. What I had a problem with was believing my own reasoning. I made myself realize that people can make themselves believe things, and ignore and deny other things, when they are upset or frightened. I was afraid that believing in this conclusion about Fred and these pictures might amount to just that, and that the truth might be something altogether different, something my mind wasn’t ready to face, and would come back and destroy me later.”

“Lin, I can’t see anything else whatsoever it could be,” she replied. Her words were comforting, and the earnest and loving way she spoke them was even more so. “Even in that one-in-a-billion chance there’s something else, it can’t be all that bad if Fred is still the way you say he is. And hey there, girl, think about this: if Fred’s going to be getting some jollies looking at pictures of naked women, isn’t it nice that he chooses pictures of his own dear wife?”

Tears glistened in my eyes. I opened my arms toward her, and she rose and embraced me warmly.

“Bless, you Jannie,” I whispered, my tears saturating her collar. “This would be terrible to face alone.”

I felt fear and tension steadily draining away during our long, warm and yet chaste embrace.. After a long time, Jannie returned to her seat and I went for more coffee with a sprightly step and lighter heart.

“Now I’m wondering if my Sammy is in on this,” she said in a most refreshingly casual tone. “Those two don’t keep too many secrets from each other. What’s sure is that he’s been just the same old sweet Sammy he’s always been, though I do get the feeling, now that I think of it, that our sex life has been a bit hotter lately. I wonder…”

“Maybe you need to do a little detective work,” I replied. “After all, if they can spy on us with their camera, we can do some spying of our own.”

“Precisely, my dear Watson,” she replied. “This female Sherlock is about to grab her deerstalker cap and lens and snoop around. I’ll report back when there’s something to report.”

It didn’t take long. The next day was another coffee day, and Sherlock had her report ready.

“It was easy,” she said. “Sammy didn’t do anything at all to hide the files away on our computer, other than putting them in a somewhat unusual place. A little bit of very weak security-through-obscurity. I even wonder if he wanted me to find them. I can’t be sure.

“Anyway, the short answer is, yes; he’s got them. A lot of them. I don’t know how many of them you found printed out on paper, but Sammy’s got a good two-hundred-plus of them stashed away, all the ones you showed me yesterday, and plenty more.”

“No big surprise, then,” I said. “Now we know that both our husbands know about this, and it looks like they think it’s just fine. How do you feel about that? I have to admit something: for me it’s actually kind of exciting. Do you know what I mean? It’s like we’ve been having our own good time, and unwittingly been putting on a show for our own private audience, and it’s even paying off in our own marriage beds.”

“So it appears, Linda,” Jannie replied. “At first I felt kind of violated, as if it were some freak peeping through the window blinds, like I’m sure you did. But let’s face it: you can’t very well say what they’re doing is wrong and not admit that what we’re doing is on pretty shaky moral ground too. As I see it, if we’re making ourselves lezbiyen porno happy, and making them happy too, and it’s not harming anything else, then what’s so wrong about it?”

“Agreed,” I said, smiling and downing the last of my coffee.

So more weeks went by. Knowing we had an appreciative audience, Jannie and I found ourselves automatically playing to the camera a bit, cautiously, so as to avoid tipping the guys off that we knew about it. I found myself choosing outfits I knew Fred liked me to wear, and Jannie did her own version of the same thing. Comparing notes, we soon discovered that it was unmistakable that our men were heating up; sex with Fred was getting hotter and wilder, and he was starting to throw some very interesting fantasies into the mix, things I suspected he’d thought for a long time but been reluctant to share.

Of course, we did make a careful reconnaissance of the camera site. It was easy to determine where it was by looking at the pictures, and we made sure that our investigations would not themselves be photographed.

It was actually quite impressive. It was installed into a cabinet that included a number of beveled glass windows. In one of them, several of the beveled edges had been craftily worked into into a system of lenses. A false side had been added to the interior, and we manged to loosen that just enough to see what was inside. There we found a very sophisticated optical setup, ending up with a space at the very back for the camera, which was not there at the time. They could have made do with something much simpler, but they clearly wanted quality. As we were yet to find out, though, there were more reasons than that for such an elaborate system.

“I’m impressed,” Jannie said, sipping at her coffee on our back patio. “Also kind of flattered. I mean, to think that they’d go to this much trouble just to get pictures of us. They must really like what they’re seeing.”

“No doubt about it,” I replied.

She dropped her voice to a confidential whisper. “I can just see my Sammy at home or traveling, with his eyes glued to one of our pictures and his hand…well, you know. Tell, me, have you thought about this at all? I assure you, and I promise it’s no problem for me, that a lot of what gets his tallywhacker aimed at the sky is his getting a good look at that hot bod of yours!”

It was obvious, of course, that our husbands were seeing as much of each others’ wives as their own in these pictures, but her mentioning it out loud made me suddenly shy and self-conscious. Just a few moments later, though, that turned to excitement, especially now knowing that there was no need to hide that fact from my friend.

“Jannie, Fred’s admitted for years that he thinks you’re one major hottie,” I replied. “It must a have been the answer to a prayer for them to get their hands on nude photos of us, much more seeing us getting all hot and heavy. No, it doesn’t bother me at all, either.”

Possibilities were starting to appear in my imagination. I liked them.

There was one question, however, that remained unaddressed in all of this, one that we both had unconsciously chosen to suppress. As it goes with such things, however, it didn’t remain suppressed for long.

I was seated at Jannie’s back-patio picnic table, toying with my coffee cup, lost in thought, eyes locked meaninglessly on the hummingbird feeder suspended from the awning rail.

“Jannie,” I began, my voice serious, but unemotional. “Have you given any thought to the question of just who is taking these pictures?”

Jannie’s face told me that I had forced her to confront something already in her mind, but which she had preferred to ignore.

“Well, if it isn’t the guys, who could it be?” she ventured.

“I don’t know, but more and more, I’m not so sure they’re behind it. First, think of the pictures we’ve found them with lately. They’re getting pics of us nearly every time we get together, and lots of them. No way in hell either of them could be sneaking away from work all that time to come here and take them. And yet, they just don’t look like they could be on a timer or some other automatic thing like that.”

“I’m afraid I’ve had that same impression, Lin, and I just didn’t want to mention it, to you, or to myself. Now I think it’s time.” Jannie thought for a moment and then rose, extending her hand to ask me to go inside with her. “Let’s see if we can do a little more Holmesian deduction and find an answer.”

She led me by the hand to the room where she and Sammy had their home office. She powered up the computer they both used. The screen glowed; the mouse clicked, and soon we saw the thumbnails for a folder full of pictures.

“He keeps them on the computer you share. Wouldn’t he keep them on his personal laptop if he didn’t want you to know about them?” It was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Exactly,” she noted. “Now, check this out. Think about when these must have been taken.”

It liseli porno was easy. I clearly remembered when it was that we struck some of the poses in the set.

“Last Thursday night,” I said softly, recalling one of the few times we met sometime other than in the afternoon.

“Yeah, Thursday. And where were the guys last Thursday?”

Fred had been in Atlanta, giving a keynote address at a conference. Sammy had been doing some kind of technical work somewhere in New England. There was no conceivable way that either of them could have been here to operate the camera, nor was there any possible way they could have faked their being away.

“Now look at the pictures and the file names. The software that downloads the pics from the camera to the computer names the files in a particular way, with numbers in the file names to show the sequence. There are no breaks in the series. Yet, it’s obvious, isn’t it, that these weren’t taken at some kind of fixed interval.”

I nodded.

“So, unless somebody went to a pretty fair amount of trouble to fudge file names to throw us off, it’s safe to say that we’re looking at all of the pictures that were taken over that interval. There aren’t any that were deleted or rearranged.

“Now, do these look like they could have been taken by a camera set to snap pictures at some fixed interval?”

“Not a chance,” I whispered in reply.

“Look at the way they get more frequent as we get hotter. He also seems to like our choice of lingerie.”

I gulped.

“Lin, let’s face it. Somebody, a real flesh-and-blood somebody, is watching and shooting those pictures, and neither of our husbands is that somebody.”

I took a considerably long time to absorb this and mull over the implications.

“Right,” I replied hollowly. “But it must be somebody they trust, if they’re getting the pictures from him. They must trust him one hell of a lot to let him go on, almost day after day, photographing their own wives getting naked and nasty.”

I was suddenly very angry. I had no problem knowing Fred was getting hot over pictures that showed Janine as well as me, and Jannie felt the same about Sammy from her side. As long as we had sustained the self-deception that only the two of them were behind this photo-voyeurism, we’d learned to enjoy it.

Now we knew there was a third party, an as-yet-unidentified third party, running the show, clearly with our mates’ approval, if not eager encouragement. For some stupid reason I got visions of some kind of private investigator. It was a replay of that fortunately short-lived worry about nasty divorces that I mentioned earlier. No, that had nothing to do with it. It was even more ridiculous to imagine that the guys had hired some cloak-and-dagger expert to set up the system just to get the pics for their kicks.

Yet the single, inescapable fact was, there was, indeed, somebody.

I silently nodded to Jannie to follow me over to our house. I had found the answer, and I did not like it.

I led her to the now-disused bedroom adjacent to our guest room where we had had the trysts which had been photographed, and where we had discovered the photographic apparatus that did it. The room had become cluttered with the usual household stuff that tends to accumulate in places that are used for storage. Wordlessly, I directed her attention to the point on the wall that would be directly opposite the cabinet with the optical equipment in it.

Even though I try to keep the house neat and clean, this room tended to get rather the short end of my attention. While there weren’t exactly layers of dust on everything, there was just enough on things that should not have been moved in a long while to disclose where something had been disturbed.

A few odd boxes of odds and ends lay on the table, just as you might expect such boxes to lay upon such a table. Those boxes had been there for quite a long time. The thin layer of dust beside them, however, gave away the secret. These boxes had been moved about, and often. Still in silence, we dragged them to one side.

There, neatly embedded in the wall, was an eyepiece, much like the peephole devices in front doors used to check who might be on the other side. Peeking through, we saw just what was expected, the exact view of the room we knew from the photographs.

This shouldn’t have been such an astounding revelation. If we’d given any thought to the matter, we’d have seen long ago that the pictures weren’t taken blind. In our reconnaissance of the machinery we had seen where the camera was placed. How could we have overlooked the obvious fact that it was impossible to look through the camera’s viewfinder from that position?

OK, then. Anybody who could get to the camera could also watch us cavorting in real time. Slowly, trying to avoid drawing Janine’s attention to the fact, I studied the area around the wall and below it. There I saw what I was looking for. In several places, something, some fluid, had fallen on the wall and some effort then put into cleaning it up. The signs were subtle; I only noticed because I had been looking for it. They were the evidence of a man’s ejaculate, a man who had been masturbating while watching us, and whose cleanup of the evidence was too haphazard to avoid detection.

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Our lips meet, I can taste my juices still lingering on his lips as we fall into a passionate embrace. I undo his shirt and run my hands over his chest, slipping it off his broad shoulders. I can’t be the only naked one it’s unsettling and I am aware of my vulnerability. I can feel the muscles tense as my hands slide the fabric down. The smooth ripples under the skin. Strong, manly shoulders, perfect for throwing me about…

I snap out of the fantasy and realise he’s on top of me, my hands caressing his back as the kiss deepens. I can feel his excitement against my leg and radiating from his tongue in my mouth. We roll over onto our sides so we are facing and continue to kiss. The intensity building again, electric pulses between our naked torsos. Tongues dancing as our lips hungrily explore. I roll him onto his back.

“Your turn.” I rasp still breathless, and sit back on my knees.

He gazes up at my breasts, the taut peaks still hard, taking in the view. The desire emanating in his eyes so powerful I feel like a goddess. I lean forward for him to suck each nipple in turn, reaching czech amateurs porno to undo his belt and trousers. I kiss down his body, tracing my tongue around his nipples one by one, teasing him as he had me earlier. It was time to get my own back. My fingers lazily tickling his skin as I move my way down to where he wants me. My breasts rubbing against his erection as I slide his trousers down and slip them off.

I grab his hips and hold him still. He’s straining to move, wriggling towards me. I sit back and take it all in, tracing my hand along his length, lingering at the tip, rubbing along the rim I feel his precum start to seep thru the cotton fabric of his pants. The patch spreading with every stroke.

I want to taste but i hold back. The need to tease him overwhelming my own needs. Using my whole hand to rub up and down thru the fabric, cupping his tight balls in my other hand, I’m enjoying every tantalising moment of his restraint. His breathing quickens, his face flushed and lightly sweaty, the sight his arousal brings a fresh wave of wetness between czech bitch porno my legs. I can’t hold back much longer, slipping his pants off deftly, freeing his cock.

I toss them to the side and lean forward again, taking the tip of his hardness into my mouth. The metallic salty sweet precum reminding me how much he wants me. An animalistic moan deep in his throat is another sign and I’m heady with desire.

My hand wraps around the base, holding it still while I lick around the head, using my whole tongue to cover his frenulum. His body tenses, his hips move again and I use my free hand to try to keep him restrained. I want to take my time, make him lose all control.

He’s pushing up towards my mouth urging me to suck him in deep, I lick my lips and oblige, enveloping his length as deep into my throat as I can. My fingers encircling the base, one finger teasing his balls. I move up and down in twisting motions, rubbing my tongue all around while my lips set the pace. His moans spur me on to move a little faster, he wants to fuck my mouth, I want that too but czech casting porno I won’t let him yet. He’s totally under my control and I’m loving being the master of his pleasure. Moving ever faster.

Feeling his urgency building I release the pressure on his hip. His hand grabs my hair and forces me faster a blur of movement up and down round and round. I’m so slick I want to sit on his big throbbing cock. The thought of him deep inside my pussy making me pulsate with pleasure as he pumps in and out of my mouth. I can feel he is close. The grunts becoming more urgent.

I straddle his leg and rub myself against his thigh. I’m tingling at the thought of tasting his cum and I feel my orgasm rising again. His body goes rigid, I can sense he wants to cum but the conflict of where is upon us, he shoot the first spurts right into the back of my throat, I release him from my mouth and let the rest jet over my breasts and stomach. Covering him in my cum as I orgasm at the sight.

I hold his cock firmly in my hand until the ejaculations subside and rub his cum into my skin. I love the way it feels on me. When the throbbing inside me has calmed I look him deep in the eye…

“Was that good for you?” I quip with a smirk. He laughs a quiet exhausted laugh and pulls me down to cover himself with my body. Satiated for now we lay naked, sweating, sticky and satisfied, in each others arms.

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I was 20 years of age and still living at home and I had a girlfriend named Sharon. She was 22 and much more experienced at sex then I was. She was very relaxed nude and enjoyed sex very much. On occasion she would visit me and stay for an evening meal. Then we would sit on the porch or just watch TV or the like. We would go into my bedroom which was downstairs just off the side of the family room. While my mother and sister would enjoy the TV in the family room we would watch the TV in my room. Needless to say we would pet and get horny with each other while we laid on the bed. My mother and sister did not let on that they knew what we were doing but they knew perfectly well Sharon was enjoying me and her at times in my room.

One Sunday after a early dinner meal we went into My bedroom about 3 in the after noon. We were watching TV and Sharon started to rub my back. It was summer and we both had light clothes on and before we both knew it the clothes were on the floor and we were nude and playing with each other. I must say Sharon really like to amatör porno suck and was really enjoying my hard and really getting into it. She got me to the edge and ready to cum and then stopped. She said I want you dick and I want it in my pussy now. At that she crawled up and sat on my wet cock and slid it in as far as she could. She was laying on top of me and I was on my back with my cock enjoying the sliding she was doing with her pussy. I held both or her ass cheeks as she slid and rode my rod. In almost no time she climaxed with a moaning cum. It was great and I was really enjoying it.

Well the craziest thing happened next. My mother came into the room without knocking with a basket of clean wash to put away. Sharon heard her enter and jumped up off my cock and tried to wrap the bed clothes around her nude form. She left me on my back and with my member standing like a flag pole for mom to see. When mom realized she interrupted us screwing she said. I see you young people are enjoying yourselves please don’t let me interrupt anal porno your fun. She said, please enjoy yourselves don’t stop because of me, enjoy.

Sharon looked at me and I looked at Sharon and Sharon smiled and I reached out to her and she laid down next to me and unwrapped the bed clothes from around her and I pulled her on top of me again. She lifted herself and we resumed our coupling, while mom was putting the clean wash in the dresser. Sharon started to stroke again and we both tried to get the feeling going again. The whole time mom was telling us about how she enjoyed sex when she was with my day and how it was great fun and enjoyment for us young people to get each other often. She completed her task and came over to the bed and touched Sharon’s ass as Sharon moved up and down on me and then mom touched my balls and cock where I entered Sharon and gasped a little. Mom said you two are really a nice couple and you both feel great. Mom continued to touch and make confirming statements how good we looked as a couple and she continued anal breakers porno to touch us where our privates coupled together. What a turn on feeling additional hands massage me while Sharon screwed me. Sharon appeared to enjoy it and it was not long with the touching and the pumping that I came. Mom pulled my cock out of Sharon before the first pump of cum could release and watched intently the white spurts shoot on Sharon’s ass. Mom held my member until it stopped pumping and said you sure do have a very nice tool son. Mom encouraged Sharon to continue to enjoy me and she left the room. Needless to say both Sharon and me became very horny from the happening and we screwed about 3 hours before leaving the room. The whole time mom was in the family room no doubt listing to our lust. It was great.

After we finished and came out of the bedroom both my sister and Mom were waiting for us. Mom said, “you two are great and I hope you continue to enjoy each other that way”. My sister cornered me after Sharon left to go home and asked if she could join me and Sharon the next time we screw in my bedroom. I spoke to Sharon and she was very interested. Well, next weekend we are scheduled to have my sister join us. I don’t know what is going to happen if she wants to ride me like Sharon does. I will let you know.

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Siblings with Benefits Ch. 21

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Where the hell was she? I thought as I glanced at my watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. It was three thirty, and Sheila had said she would be here by three fifteen at the latest. I stood up from the stool I was sitting on and began to pace the back and forth behind the counter. I had been at Sears since ten and was supposed to be working until seven, but if I did that I would miss my brother again. In the last month, between calling out, and showing up late I was on thin ice, and was told I couldn’t leave early unless I could get Sheila, the other girl trained to run cosmetics to come in and cover for me.

I had called Sheila at one and she initially told me no, that it was her day off. I had then begged her to the point I was in tears over the phone telling her that I really needed to get home early. After a couple of minutes Sheila sighed and said she’d come in, but couldn’t get there until a little after three. I stopped pacing and started lining up the tubes of lipstick on top of the counter. I had done this twice already but was wired for sound and had to do something. As I rearranged the tubes I glanced up and caught my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like hell. Despite my best efforts to conceal them there were large dark circles under my eyes, and my eyes themselves were so red that Dad had accused me of being stoned two days in a row when I came home. Mom stuck up for me saying she knew I was just having a hard time sleeping but Dad believed the worst these days, and I guess I didn’t blame him. For once he was wrong however, I had managed to stay away from pot for the last three weeks but drinking, well that was another story. I shook my head trying not to dwell on that, and taking a minute to look through my purse removed a tube of Visine and put some in my eyes.

It didn’t help that the mall was dead on a Tuesday afternoon. At least if there were customers I would be able to stop dwelling on the fact that I was losing everything, including my brother. Finishing with the lipsticks I sat back on the stool, and putting my elbow on the counter rested my chin in my hand and started tapping my foot nervously as I considered the last couple of weeks. After my trip with Mom I had done better for a few days, only drinking if I went to Mitch’s when Mark was working. My reasoning there was that Mark never let me get in trouble. Even if I had too much my little brother always got me home and took good care of me.

The problem was now that Mark had started working more and more, and most of his nights were now spent working the door at Baby Head rather than at Mitch’s. I still hung out at Mitch’s because I knew a lot of the crowd and Mitch himself liked me, but without Mark there the sky was the limit; I drank until I was broke, and then spent the rest of the night flirting with the bikers to get them to buy me drinks. Once they realized all I was after was a free drink they stopped buying, and I had started coming up with ways to get them to buy anyways.

I would now dance with some of them, grinding my ass against them, and letting them get a couple of cheap feels. That worked out okay until a couple of nights ago when I had gotten so shitfaced that in order to get another shot I flashed one of the guys my tits. At that point Cynthia had called my brother at the club, and told him what was going on. Mark had showed up in a half hour, and just in time too, as the guy and his friends were nice enough to let me sit with them, and had kept buying. The guy I had flashed had asked me to sit on his lap, which I was more than happy to do. Then, as his hand started sliding up my thigh he told me that he felt it was time I gave a little more than a show for all the money he had spent.

Mark had come over and told me to get my ass moving, we were going home. The guy made the mistake of telling my brother that I was his “bitch” for the night. Mark gave him a backhand slap that had knocked him off the chair and told him if he ever saw him within ten feet of me he would snap his neck. Without waiting for an answer Mark grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside where he asked me what the hell was wrong with me? I tried to tell him I was only playing but apparently Cynthia had told him I had flashed the guy and been out of control. Finally, as I was prone to do these days, I broke down in tears and told Mark I was sorry, I was just trying to have fun.

Mark went back into the bar and told Cynthia and Mitch, who had just come in from running an errand, that I wasn’t allowed in there anymore unless he was there. Of course I was totally humiliated; even mofos porno more so when the next time I went in there, when Mark was working, the same guys were there, and every time I looked over they were looking at me and laughing. My brother was going to start up with them but Mitch told him if that was going to be the case then I couldn’t come in at all so Mark let it go.

Now that I couldn’t go to Mitch’s all the time I started going to different bars with Betty and was getting to the point that there were mornings that I couldn’t get up for work, which was pretty bad when you weren’t due in until eleven. A little over a month ago I got arrested again, well actually Betty did for driving drunk, but I was in the car with her, and was also drunk so got taken in and told that if I could get someone to come get me I could go home. I was so far gone that I forgot it was Saturday and Mark was working and called home.

Dad answered, and I ended up telling him where I was. Dad told me to spend the night and hung up. A half hour later Mom showed up and got me. This time Mom wasn’t playing, since she didn’t work she told me she was going to drive me to and from work and I was not allowed out of the house otherwise unless I was with her, Dad or Mark. So the good news was for the last two weeks was that I had only had a couple of drinks when I went out with Mark and bullied him into to giving them to me. The bad news however was that I had barely slept during that time and was a nervous wreck.

I also discovered I couldn’t paint anymore. I would have plenty of ideas but stare at the canvas and be able to do nothing, or paint something so shitty I would throw it out. Mom had told me that she was only going to do this to me for a month, so as of last week at least I could drive and go out again. Of course Mom was thinking a month sober would give me the ability to stay that way. In reality all I had been doing was counting the days and in the meantime getting it from Mark.

Don’t get me wrong, Mark tried to hold out as well but when he refused to buy me a drink the last time we went out I shut him off. Three nights in a row I threw him out of my bedroom and on the fourth I teased the shit out of him, then told him I would leave him tied up and horny if he didn’t promise to go get me something that night. Mark left and came back twenty minutes later with a small bottle of brandy. I did a couple of shots then showed my appreciation by getting on my knees and sucking Mark off, then after letting him lick my pussy fucked the shit out of him and let him sleep with me.

I sighed and glancing at my watch again shook my head. If Shelia wasn’t here by four I would just leave, fuck the job. I needed to sleep, at least for a couple of hours, and the only way I could do that would be to lie down with Mark before he went to work. These days Mark got home from school around three, slept until about seven then left for work and …

At that thought I closed my eyes and felt those seemingly ever present tears start up again. I was losing my brother. I didn’t know to who or what, but he was never around anymore and I needed him more than ever. Starting about three weeks ago Mark had begun working every night. Or at least he said he was, as there was obviously something else going on. Mark used to come home from Mitch’s by one, and Baby Head by two, but lately there were nights he wasn’t showing up until three or four and occasionally not coming home at all.

Mark claimed he was working on “something”, some sort of surprise that he didn’t want to tell me about. As far as I knew my brother had never lied to me, but of course I found myself thinking there was someone else and he didn’t want to tell me. Last week I had told him that and he had rolled his eyes and told me there was no one. I then demanded to know what he was doing, and he shook his head and said he wouldn’t tell, that I should trust him.

I even went so far as to go to Mitch’s and ask Cynthia if the two of them were hooking up. Cynthia laughed and said no but she was still trying. If Mark was fucking someone no one knew who it was, but what the hell else would he be doing after two in the morning? I mean I don’t know why he would want anyone else, after all I gave him anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. Maybe he was finally sick of me and my issues, maybe he had found someone hotter who wasn’t a basket case. All I knew was that for the last couple of months we had been spending every night together, now some nights I didn’t even see him.

Because of my behavior Mom had sometimes been coming upstairs in the middle of the night and checking on me. If my door was locked she would knock until I answered or go through Mark’s side and come through the bathroom, because of this I couldn’t wait for Mark in his bed so I would just lie there and listen for him.

Sometimes I would hear him and go into his bed. Whatever the hell he was doing he was exhausted, and a couple of nights he would moms girl porno just hold me as he fell asleep. Although I always wanted him that was okay, as at least I slept for awhile. Some nights however he would simply flop on the couch downstairs or I would just happen to fall asleep when he came in and he would stay in his own bed. Other nights he just didn’t come home. One night I heard Dad ask him who the new girl was and Mark had told him it was someone from school. I had instantly confronted him, in tears of course, and told him he had lied to me, and why wouldn’t he admit there was another girl? I had told him I wouldn’t care as long as he still had time for me.

Mark had told me he had lied to Dad. It was easier for him to think he was getting laid then doing something else. Mark also pointed out that if Dad thought he had a girl then it wouldn’t look as funny as him not having one since Krissy. I told him I believed him but I just couldn’t figure out what he was doing. I did notice he had a lot of cuts on his hands and hoped he wasn’t getting into some type of crazy fight club that some of the other bouncers supposedly knew about.

All I knew right now however was that I desperately needed some time with my brother and was willing to lose my job over it. Two nights in a row I had missed him. One, he had come in and had left me alone, simply going into his own bed and last night he hadn’t come home at all. In the last three nights I don’t think I had gotten five hours sleep combined and between that and two weeks without a drink I was a nervous wreck.

“Hey beautiful ready for a coffee?”

I looked up to see Tommy standing there with a Dunkin Donuts coffee. I gave him a tired smile and shook my head. I have to give him credit, he was persistent. Since that night I met him at Mitch’s he had come by to see me there a couple of times, asking me out each time. I turned him down both times saying I wasn’t really interested in anything right now. A couple of weeks later he had been in Sears with his mother and saw me working, since then he had brought me either a coffee or lunch at least twice a week.

Last week, between feeling bad for him and being lonely without Mark around I agreed to go out with him. Taking a chance and lied to Mom telling her I wanted to go out with Lisa. Mom was thrilled as I hadn’t hung out with her in a long time and Lisa backed me up by showing up to “pick” me up. Tommy got me at her house and we went out to dinner and a movie. I have to say I did have a good time; Tommy was extremely laid back, and was the type that was really easy to talk to. I also noticed he wasn’t pushy. He held my hand during the movie which I thought was really sweet and gave me a kiss good night as he dropped me off back at Lisa’s.

Looking at him I wondered once again what was wrong with me. Tommy was good looking, went to school, his family had money and more importantly he seemed to genuinely like me, yet I had no interest whatsoever. Was it because I was that sure my issues would get in the way or was I still holding out for some type of “relationship” with my brother?

“Boy I guess you do need this coffee.” Tommy said.

“I’m sorry.” I said laughing nervously.”I’m just not feeling too hot today, in fact I should be leaving any minute.”

Tommy put the coffee on the counter and after looking at me frowned.

“Yeah you look really tired.”

“I am.”

“Actually you look stressed.”

“Yeah I’m that to.”

“Well you know what you need, don’t you?” He asked flashing that adorable boy next door grin of his.

“I’m sure you’ll tell me, but before you do I’ll bet it involves you.”

“That it does.” He nodded. He leaned over the counter and said;

“How about dinner, and then we kick back at my place just you and me at about, oh say,” He winked; “Four twenty or so.”

“Why four twenty?” I asked.

Tommy laughed.

“Four twenty you know,” He whispered; “Pot? I know you smoke, I saw you at Mitch’s,”

“Yeah well, I quit.”

“Looks like you should start again.”

“My brother would disagree.”

Tommy whistled;

“Your brother’s a crazy bastard, threw a guy threw a window at that big fight at Baby Head last


“He what!?!”

I had heard about there being trouble there, but Mark hadn’t said anything about that.

“Yeah guy was a big bastard too.” Tommy shook his head. “So I guess I should watch out huh?”

“My brother’s pretty quiet actually, you just can’t touch him.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Tommy said laughing. “So what do you say? I’ll wait for you to get off and we’ll go grab some food.”

At that moment I looked up and saw Sheila coming from the other side of the store.

“I’m sorry Tommy, but I gotta get going.”

Tommy nodded then looking at me said;

“Listen Megan, did I like do something wrong or am I just like not your type?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well momsbangteens porno I really like you Megan and you keep saying no, which is fine, but it would be nice if there was a reason, that’s all.”

I really like you Megan. That had a nice sound to it, but Greg had really liked me too and God only knew I was already doing my share of hurting people these days, I didn’t need to lead him on. I sighed.

“Honestly Tommy I’m seeing someone.”

“Oh,” He put his hands up. “Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because well, it’s kind of on again off again and well, you know..,” I shrugged.

“Well okay I guess.” He shrugged. “Well hey you got my number, if it ends up off again give me a call, but otherwise I’d still like to come by say hi here and there.”

I smiled at him.

“I’d like that Tommy, I really would.”

These days I could use all the friends I could get. It hadn’t been easy telling him no when he had mentioned the dope, but I had remembered what Mark said about coke; although Tommy really didn’t seem the type. My thoughts were cut off as Sheila arrived and apologized for being late. I told her no worries; she was helping me out then gave her the unopened coffee. God knew the last thing I needed was caffeine. I practically ran out of the store and getting into my car raced home.

I got there at a little after four and with a huge sense of relief saw Mark’s black Buick in the driveway. I entered the house and was stopped by Mom who looked up from the tv and after looking at the clock asked why I was home. I told her I wasn’t feeling well and that she could call work, I had literally left twenty minutes ago. Mom said she didn’t need to and after coming over to me looked at my eyes and asked me if I needed to see the doctor for something to sleep. I told her maybe I would, but right now I felt really tired and had left because I felt I could rest.

I went upstairs and after going into my room closed my door. Locking it behind me I stripped naked, and grabbing a nightshirt to take in with me, cut through the bathroom and entered Mark’s room. The shades were drawn and as always Mark had a couple of candles lit. I approached the bed quietly, and stood looking at my brother for a minute. As always I loved watching Mark when he slept, as intense as he always looked when he was awake it was nice to see his features relaxed.

Once again I marveled at how truly beautiful my brother was. Even with the scruff he always had these days, it was obvious that he had very pretty features. I should know because they were my features, if not for our eye color and his slightly olive skin tone we could really be twins. Mark was lying on his side against the wall, so I was able to very gently lift one side of the sheet and slide into the bed without waking him. That also made me wonder what he had been doing as Mark was usually a hair trigger sleeper, but lately he was out.

Reaching out I gently ran my nails across his shoulder and was rewarded with that adorable little cooing sound he made in his sleep. I smiled and did it again, then leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.

“Hmmm” Mark groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “Hey sis.” He whispered.

“Hey little brother up for some company?”

Mark smiled and put his arm out. I gratefully slid up to his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He sighed and closed his eyes again. I knew he was tired, but I really needed him right now, I hadn’t felt him inside me in days. I kissed him again and asked;

“You up for anything else?”

“I’m kind of tired Meg,” He began. “Maybe when I …ohhhh that is so not fair.”

“This?” I asked giving his cock another squeeze with the hand I had slid under the covers.

“Yeah that.” He said. “Meg I really need to…”

“I need you little brother!” I told him. “I miss you, and you’re not around anymore.” I pouted;

“Please?” I added in the little girl voice; “I’ll be really good to you.”


I stopped him by kissing him hard while my hand continued to stroke his cock, which was already hard and throbbing.

“He wants to play!”

I kissed him again then pushing him on his back said; “Just lie back and let your lonely big sister have some fun with her little brother.”

Mark laughed softly;

“Well when you put it that way I… ohh that is nice.”

“Yeah you like that little brother?” I asked as I flicked my tongue across his right nipple again.

“Hell yeah.”

I sucked his nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, as I continued to stroke his cock. Mark moaned softly as I switched my mouth to his left nipple and my other hand went down and began massaging his balls. Rolling over on top of him I brushed my nipples across his lips then sighed as his mouth caught the right one and sucked on it. I gave him the left one as well then after kissing him slid slowly down his body, leaning over just enough that my nipples brushed his chest and hard flat stomach on the way down.

I slid myself down all the way between his legs and grabbing his cock smiled up at him as I rubbed his dripping prick across my cheeks, smearing his pre cum all over my face.

“How’s that look little brother?”

“Damn good.” He said.

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Sister in Law’s Surprise

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I was pleasantly surprised to see my sister in laws car in the drive when I came home. We had always gotten along well, and lately I had begun to fantasize about her body. I had begun to become a real hugger with her, which she was not. But in her trying to avoid the hug I had gotten more than a couple of quick feels of her breasts. While not large they were soft and full. I knew she wore a 36C bra as I had snuck a peek in her underwear drawer.

I had just come from walking so I was in my short shorts and a cut up t shirt that revealed most of my skin. If I got an erection it would be evident in these shorts.

Walking in my wife and her sister Alice were standing in the kitchen. I slipped up behind Alice and grabbed her in a tight hug. I pressed my cock again her ass and wrapped my arms around her chest grazing her breasts as I did so. She jumped and squirmed which only forced her ass harder against my hardening cock.

Laughing I let loose of her, again grazing her boobs as I pulled away. She turned quickly to shove me away but stopped short when she saw the erection bulging in my shorts. My wife was blocked from that view and I watched Alice’s eyes drop to my cock. “Hi Alice” I said and stepped to her side. amatör porno She tried to move away but I grabbed her skirt and held her there. “What’s going on, it’s good to see you” I said as I let my eyes slide over her body. “I just stopped by to see my sister” she said, slapping my hand off her skirt.

She moved a few feet away but still on my side of the island. My wife kept up a steady patter of conversation with her sister as I tried to undress that same sister with my eyes. I reached down to push my cock around and her eyes dipped to watch me. Seeing her watching I gave my cock a couple of strokes for her pleasure.

With a look of displeasure, she turned away. I used the opportunity to move closer to her as my wife chattered on.

As I stood beside Alice, I took her hand and pressed it to my cock. She tried to hide her surprise from my wife, but she didn’t pull her hand away. I moved her hand up and down the shaft and I got harder and she felt it grow fuller. I couldn’t believe that she was casually talking to her sister 5 feet away and stroking my cock. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this without my wife seeking my hardon.

It seemed she had decided that two could play at this anal porno game. I felt her slide under my shorts and grip my hard dick. “Honey?” my wife said. “Uh sorry I was thinking of something else”. She had asked me a question, but I had no clue what she had asked. She said, Why don’t you show Alice our new bedroom set while I finish up here?” Smiling I said sure and turned to go hiding my erection.

I let Alice go up the stairs first just to be nasty and slide my hands up her skirt. She laughed and ran to the bedroom.

Without a word Alice turned to me and pulled my shorts down exposing my full hard cock. Dropping to her knees she took the head gently into her mouth and began to suck on it. I watched as her head gently bobbed up and down my erection. Her mouth was hot and wet and I had never been harder.

I reached down and pulled her top up over her head. While she sucked my dick, she reached behind and unhooked her bra. Her tits fell free for me to caress and fondle. Her nipples grew hard and long as I pinched them and I wondered if her pussy was wet too.

Knowing we didn’t have much time she peeled her panties off and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Without a word she bent over the bed anal breakers porno and spread her legs. I slid my cock into her raging hot pussy. She took it easily and I began to ram her hole with my hard cock. I reached around and grabbed her tits as they swung freely. Faster and faster I slammed into her cunt. I felt her reach down and finger her clit and then her orgasm took over.

As she spasmed I drove my cock deep and shot my cum inside her pussy.

“Hey what are you guys doing up there:” yelled my wife.

“Coming” said Alice and I together.

I helped her get her bra on and I pulled my dripping cock from her dripping pussy. She bent and licked me clean as I slid on my shorts. We walked back downstairs.

After a few more minutes Alice left. I was going to grab a shower when my wife said “Honey come to the bedroom for a minute.”

Without a thought I walked in and saw her standing there with Alice’s panties in her hand. She raised them to her nose and sniffing said, “Smells like she got pretty wet”. I hung my head as she told me to sit down on the bed, and she called her sister.

“Hey little sis, are you able to keep all that cum in your pussy without your panties”? My eyes shot open hearing that. Laughing she said “Next time take your panties with you, now he has to wear them until you get back.”

Smiling I took the panties and slid them on, feeling the soft satin caress on my cock. She knows I love to wear panties.

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Sisters In Quarantine

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All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination and any resemblance to anyone is accidental. This story features characters from my story ‘Sisters at Christmas’ and ‘Sister’s Christmas Present’ but all works are standalone. This story was inspired by the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic and entered as part of Literotica’s ‘LOVE THE ONE(S) YOU’RE WITH’ event.


The few clouds that hung in the sky cast shadows over the land around the Dale household and provided the rolling hills with a patchwork of light and dark. The quarantine had come into effect for the Dale family some weeks ago. The family had self-isolated when they became concerned that they had been infected with the virus that was sweeping over the world. It had been a lucky escape for the family as the parents and two sisters experienced mild forms of the virus and then gradually recovered. They had each taken turns to catch, suffer, care, and recuperate but they were recovering into a world that was still disconnected. The Dale family had arrived on the other side of the danger isolated, but otherwise healthy.

They lived in a rural area so they were used to a certain separation from people yet with all of them bar the youngest sister commuting to the city to work, shop, and visit friends and family, the disconnect was still extreme. Still, they counted their blessings that they had all experienced varying degrees of continuity with earnings. Their employers furloughing them and continuing to pay a majority of their expected income. They were also all grateful it had come at a time after Ivy had graduated. Having their youngest away from home in a far off city would have devastated the close knit family, especially Holly, the elder of the pair.

The two sisters had always been close and that bond had only grown greater in the more recent years. Holly seemed to have missed her sister immensely. Mr and Mrs Dale noted many times that the sisters seemed to be closer than ever and taking every opportunity to spend time together and make up for lost time.

Shopping together, taking trips together, hanging out in each other’s rooms. The pair were almost inseparable, even before the lockdown had limited access to alternative company. Ivy had even managed to encourage Holly to join her in her newfound appreciation for the gym, much to the exhaustion, but athletic betterment of the elder sibling. In general, university seemed to have suited Ivy and granted her an independence she had previously lacked. Her cooking had certainly improved and she now relished in the opportunity to cook for the family.

The Dale family often joked about how Holly’s present from the previous Christmas, a detailed but decidedly “accessible” cookbook, had been the impetus for Ivy trying a lot harder to improve her skills. Ivy in return joked that she was simply happy to feed her adoring and supportive sister, as long as she continued to eat what she presented for her. Indeed, Holly herself helped out Ivy in the kitchen and Mr and Mrs Dale were exceedingly grateful that they had to cook fewer nights of the week, even if that meant to adhering to Ivy’s policy of never entering the kitchen while the two were cooking.

Near paralysed by shyness about her skills and worrying about it ending in disaster, she preferred for only Holly to see her cooking progress. It was her way of alleviating the fear of judgement. The necessity of this became apparent during the early stages of their cooking together when it was discovered that they had tried and failed to hide certain cooking catastrophes. The fact that they had been forced to restart several meals because of accidentally burning them due to negligence, was highly embarrassing to Ivy. To their credit, they had improved that part of cooking and now managed to not get distracted in the kitchen, at least not to the detriment of the meal.

The family was more than content with this new arrangement and the ever-increasing closeness of the two girls. Mrs Dale had always been secretly worried, although she would never tell the girls, that the two of them would have a falling out and never reconnect like what had occurred with her sister. But with their bond stronger than ever, even when tensions were high and all the family was trapped together, her fears about her daughters were availed.

Seeing them rush out of their bedroom that morning to devour the cooked breakfast their father had made, their happy flushed faces, dishevelled but colourful pyjamas and messy but somehow naturally beautiful bed hair, Mrs Dale couldn’t be happier. They laughed, joked, and teased while eating dinner and when they rushed upstairs giggling after they’d finished, Mrs Dale was proud of just how close her children had become.


Ivy and Holly rushed upstairs after the hearty breakfast to take a shower, as they both knew they needed one. Holly was amazed they had managed to get away without any questions, considering how they looked. As they raced up the stairs, the mommys girl porno number of buttons that were undone on her own silky pyjama top let the cool rush of air form goosebumps on her chest. Her lower half was hidden by matching silky bottoms, but the effect of their morning fun had caused the fabric to cling to her skin.

Looking over at her sister, she was as always surprised that wearing only a spaghetti strap crop top and boy shorts was somehow an outfit their parents accepted. The younger sibling had definitely lived a life of fewer limitations and a more relaxed parentage.

The battles in which their parents had fought tooth and claw over with Holly, they had relinquished without any struggle with Ivy. Holly nearly laughed as she thought about it, who was she to judge her parents, considering how many times Holly had been unable to resist her sister and had given Ivy whatever she wanted? Even still, relaxed is one thing, but she was amazed they had not seen the deep, dark blue hue that the crotch of Ivy’s pale blue boy shorts had taken. Looking at that mark, Holly couldn’t help but grin. Giving someone exactly what they wanted, had a certain power of its own.

Ivy’s top was off before they had even entered their bedroom and it soon disappeared into the ever-growing clothes pile that occupied the space next to her bed. Changing direction, Ivy grasped her sister’s hand and pulled them both onto Holly’s bed, where she pushed the elder sibling’s head towards her now exposed chest. Holly dove in eagerly, carrying on from where they had been interrupted. Ivy’s nipples had remained swollen and stimulated throughout breakfast thanks to the servicing she had been given before and she languished on the bed as her older sister stroked her sides and alternated from one nipple to the next.

Holly nibbled slightly on her right nipple before Ivy locked her hands into her big sister’s hair. With a short groaning “No, here”, Ivy pulled her up her body so they could kiss. It was sloppier and messier than the kisses that had come before breakfast.

The girls’ morning kisses had been slow and relaxed, no thoughts of urgency or interruption. With Ivy laying on top of her sister the two had kissed gently, simply enjoying their intimacy. Their parents knew to knock before entering their room, as a sign of respecting their independence. A carefully arranged and meticulously organised agreement that required a lot of whining from Ivy and some private talks from Holly about how her sister needed to retain some measure of independence after university. Of course, it was mostly arranged so the sisters could steal away these private moments, these intimate mornings, without fear of sudden interruption.

The kisses the pair shared now however were far more desperate. Ivy could still taste the distinct flavour of those cooked tomatoes Holly loved so much. Her tongue fought with her older sister’s tongue as Holly laid atop her, stroking her fingertips along the younger sister’s jawline and collarbone. The two kissed for a few minutes before breaking apart, breathing heavily. They knew that their short make out session in bed was there only to give their interrupted morning kisses a hint of their natural conclusion. The two lovers instead set their sights on their ensuite bathroom.

It was almost inevitable that with their shared room under a “knock to request entry” policy, their ensuite bathroom and shower room would become a popular place for the two to play. While their parents were happy with their daughters’ powerful bond, knowledge that they were showering together would have been suspicious and would have been unavoidable with a bathroom outside of their own room. Thankfully, the sisters had been blessed with this ensuite bathroom since the family had moved. A more than adequate consolation prize for not having separate bedrooms. In fact, the pair would have likely cried for days had they been given the other alternative.

With the shower connected to their room, the slightest hint of the parent’s requesting entry could be answered by one of the sister’s. Returning to their room, wrapping a towel around their probably highly aroused and sensitive body, they would state that they had just left the shower, while their counterpart had just entered. It had worked flawlessly multiple times although it was usually Ivy who left the warm shower to talk to their parents. It was well known by the duo that Holly struggled to retain a poker face or hide her arousal. Privately, the younger sibling didn’t mind temporarily forsaking her fun or her progress to an orgasm. She knew Holly would desperately insist on making it up to her upon her return. Ivy enjoyed forcing her to make good on her promises.


The sun beat down fiercely on the garden but a cool breeze blew through frequently. The garden was a mix of chilly in the shade and boiling in the sun but the pleasant wind kept the warm weather enjoyable. The family was not there to bask in the heat, but to fix up their garden while they had momsbangteens porno the time, but the gorgeous weather did make the jobs far more enjoyable. Mrs Dale stayed inside and continued her endless list of household chores for the four of them while Mr Dale had already gotten to work in the garden. After a good spot of weeding earlier that day he had turned his sights to the shed and it was that job he had asked for the girl’s help with.

The large shed occupied the back-right side of the garden and had a patio in front of its doors. That patio led towards the large covered pool in the centre of the garden. The left side of the garden featured a large winding border of many colourful flowers and climbing plants on trellises, that the parents were proud of. High fences and trees on the left side and the back wall prevented any of their neighbours from seeing in, a blessing for when the pool was in use. The walls and trees did not contain noise however, the girls were careful to remember that. Ivy and Holly’s father was dressed in an old white t-shirt and baggy brown shorts and was already hard at work painting the near side of the shed and that was where the girl’s spotted him when they stepped out of the sliding glass doors and onto the decking area.

They padded out towards the grass and towards the paint pots that their father had set out, both girls, supposedly, dressed in painting gear. Holly was dressed like her father. An old t-shirt of some pop culture reference she no longer cared for, over a pair of old jeans. Her old school plimsols crunched on the grass as she stepped down off the decking.

The younger sister leap past her and landed with a thud on the ground. Old Hi-Top trainers smashed into the dusty ground on an area with dead grass. While the older sibling had dressed comfortably and sensibly after being fully sated, their shower had done nothing to dampen the fires inside the needy younger sibling. Knee high sports socks capped with blue and red bands rose from the girl’s trainers and were the probably the item of clothing that covered the most skin. Above them, framing her exposed thighs between the two articles, sat frayed and ripped jean shorts that seemed to be bursting at the seams. The only way they possibly fitted over the younger sibling’s butt, which had grown considerably since these shorts had been bought, was to have the front fully unzipped, suspiciously not exposing underwear underneath. Pale white flesh seemed to continue on forever beyond the faded blue.

Eventually Ivy’s skin was covered by a faded pink tube top that struggled to contain both the upper and lower portion of Ivy’s breasts. The younger sibling had smaller breasts than her sister but never let a fact like that get in the way of displaying them in enticing ways.

Her chest bobbed in front of Holly’s view as Ivy regained her balance after the jump and then jogged off to join their father. Holly watched her father’s eyes go on an expressive journey as he looked in slight shock at Ivy, relaxed when he saw Holly’s outfit, then looked back and accepted Ivy’s continual dedication to wearing as little as possible. She managed to shock him from time to time but it was still long past the point which Mr Dale would argue with Ivy.

She had never seemed to have a boyfriend and seemed to be smart enough to take care of herself so he really had very little to worry about. He thought this as Holly rolled her eyes looking at Ivy’s bare bottom, exposed by one hand pulling the back of her shorts down while the other pointed ahead, distracting their father. Holly briefly looked back at the dining room where they had just exited but their mother was nowhere to be seen, having last talked to them in the front room while ironing.

Arriving next to her sister, who was still engaged in conversation about the back fence, she grabbed a handful of ass cheek and used her little finger to tickle her little sister’s plump pink lips. Holly had assumed that was the only way she was ever going to get her sister to cover up, an assumption that was proven right only seconds later with the shorts returned to their proper place and a smug grin appearing over Ivy’s shoulder.

“So, if you two could start on that side and use these paintbrushes that would be great. Just nice slow even strokes, there’ll need to be a second coat so don’t worry about it not looking great yet just make sure there are no globs or anything and-“

“Dad, we get it,” Ivy interrupted, “Trust us. We can be gentle and clean and smooth. We can handle this.”

Holly did spend a lot of her time rolling her eyes as Ivy always took any conversation as a chance to make a double-entendre. ‘Gentle, clean and smooth?’ That was barely worth the effort of a groan from Holly so she resolved to stay silent and not look at her sister to see the inevitable smugness. Instead Holly grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it into the bucket.

“We got this Dad, you do that side, we’ll manage this side. It’s longer than yours but between the two of us we monsters of cock porno can handle it.” She almost cursed out loud and started blushing as her mind, and undoubtable the mind of her sister, inevitably switched to thinking of their double ended dildo rather than the long side of the shed. She did her best to carry on regardless as her father thanked her.

She could feel Ivy grinning behind her as she started to get to work, images of what was it, two nights ago? Yes, two nights ago she mentally agreed was the last time the two had positioned themselves crotch-to-crotch, braced against either end of the bed as Ivy moved the dildo back and forth between them. That level of connectivity, of mutual enjoyment, was something even their strap-on sessions sometimes lacked.

“Great,” Holly thought to herself, “now I’m thinking about last Thursday.”


They made good progress initially on the shed and the painted section began to take on a nice brighter shade of blue. Having all started at the same corner, the girl’s father started to move away from the girls and along the side towards the house, his daughters disappearing behind the corner as they too moved away from the starting corner. This was when Ivy’s teasing picked up.

Away from the corner, the sisters now had their backs facing the rear fence of the garden and although they faced towards the house, they could no longer see it behind the shed. Crucially, no one could see them.

Holly first noticed the changes with her top. Ivy had been vigorously painting for some time. Rather than Holly’s careful and cautious painting, Ivy had been doing many overlapping, broad, fast strokes. Holly assumed she was simple making up for her impatience with enthusiasm but it was not the painting she was energy into.

The lively painting she was doing was encouraging her breasts to jiggle from side to side. Underneath the tube top and without a bra to restrain them they were free to move. Normally this would not have been too terrible of a problem for someone of Ivy’s bust, the top would allow them some movement but still restrain them. Today however, the younger sister wouldn’t let something like that stop her plans. The extreme force and speed she was putting into her brushstrokes along with surreptitious adjustments by hand had finally paid off. The bottoms of Ivy’s breasts, all the way to the edges of her nipples, were now hanging below the line of her top having wiggled themselves free.

Ivy to her credit, at least had the decency to keep a stony-faced look of concentration staring straight at the shed, even if her eyes seemed to investigate the middle distance. She was of course aware of Holly’s gaze watching them, and maybe even her slightly open mouth, but she kept her own gaze fixed on that elusive middle distance. Holly licked her suddenly dry lips and the wiped sweat from her forehead and her cheeks. The heat of the sun had been intense before but now Holly was acutely aware of the cool salty liquid rolling across her face. She attempted to return to her painting but she still stole fugitive glances at the breasts she loved so much.

The movement of the breasts that hung and swayed as the younger sister painted was hypnotic to Holly and the slight change in skin texture and colour as her little sister’s areola came into view was addictive. She could not however, make any more indication that she had noticed. Not because of their father mere steps away, he had long since been forgotten. No, Holly could not make any advances on her tantalising sister, because that would mean she had lost.

Ivy was of course doing all of this to tease her sister, to extract a submission from her at the moment she was too overwhelmed by her seductiveness to resist her for any longer. That was Ivy’s goal. For Holly to claim victory, she must resist, at least until they were back in their room. Ivy delighted in not knowing what would happen. Would her sister hold off and then ravish her once released in their bedroom? Or would she simply be unable to control herself and need to touch her, feel her, pleasure her, out here in the warm sun? Ivy hoped she could win, she was competitive after all, but she knew either way she did not truly lose. Thinking of that, was about the moment when the first nipple freed itself. It was the right one of course, the one closest to Holly, the one most teasingly close. That suited Ivy just perfectly.

Holly hadn’t seen Ivy put sun cream on her breasts due to dressing quickly and then going to help their mother but now as she watched, Ivy’s breasts glistened and shone from swell to nipple in a delightfully delicious way. Ivy loved it. Holly could barely keep her lips off them let alone her eyes.

The elder sister was seriously struggling to continue any pretence of painting. She was managing to keep up the charade of painting but for a good few minutes many of her strokes lacked any paint on her brush. She repeated a cycle of wresting control of her mind so she could crouch down and dip her brush in the paint, then standing up to paint the wall before promptly getting absorbed in her sister’s exquisitely seductive visage and running out of paint again. When she caught herself painting with a dry brush but a drooling mouth she shamefully and hurriedly begin painting again. Ivy loved those moments.

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