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My younger brother has always been a bit of a selfish person, and for the last 18 years he has always made sure to put himself first. He always wants something now, without delay, regardless of who he inconveniences. Up until a few days ago I hated that about him, but it has it’s rewards.

I was in the bathroom early one morning when I heard a hard knock on the door. It was my brother saying he needed the shower now to get ready to meet some friends. I told him to fuck off and wait, but he’d have none of it. He opened the door and barged right in while I was sitting on the toilet.

“You fucking dick!” I said. “Wait your turn asshole!”

“I did wait, you’re taking too long.” he said as he pulled off his t-shirt. He was wearing only his boxers and I was a bit taken aback by what I saw. My brother had a nice body on him. He had been wrestling all through High School and was really lean, and muscular.

“So you’re just going to shower in front of me you perv?”

“I’m the perv?” he asked. “You’re the one looking at my cock.” And with that he let his boxers fall to the floor. I was amazed to find that my little brother was hung like a pony. His cock was not the longest I had seen, but it was thick, and veined, and the head was flared so nicely. I was staring at it for a good few seconds before I remembered it was my brother’s dong I was admiring. He stepped into the shower and closed the dark green curtain.

I stood şişli rus escort up and had to collect my thoughts for a second. I was really horny after seeing that massive meat between my brother’s legs. It was so wrong, but I wanted to feel it in my mouth. I took off my tank top and shorts and quietly walked to the shower. I pulled it back in a quick yank and stepped in behind my little brother. He must have been expecting it because he didn’t turn around when I came in. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his neck and shoulders as I mashed my tits into his back. He moaned as I played with his nipples before letting my hands slide down his wet soapy body to his rising cock. I wrapped my hands around it and was shocked to find my fingers could barely get all the way around his shaft. I stroked it slowly with my sudsy hand and felt it grow to full hardness. I was in awe of his package.

“This sure is a change for you sis.” He said without turning to look at me. “Like what you have there?”

“Very much so. Turn around!”

He turned and stepped back so the water from the shower made a cascade down his body. It washed away the suds and made his thick prong even more inviting. I kneeled down on the shower floor and grabbed hold of his shaft as I sucked his bulbous head into my mouth. I sucked his cock slowly, deeply, devouring each and every inch I could cram into my throat. I played şişli türbanlı escort with his balls and stroked his shaft, all the while the hot water washed over us both. It was so hot and sultry, and the fact that it was my little brother’s cock in my mouth made it wonderfully dirty. My lips formed a tight “O” around his meat and I slid up and down as he moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. He started to guide my face faster and plunge his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged a few times, but he didn’t stop, and I didn’t want him to. I reached down and fingered my swollen clit as I sucked him off. I massaged my little love button as the hot water washed over it. I moaned a deep throaty moan and the vibrations in my throat made him gasp in pleasure.

He pulled up on my hair and I stood, letting his pecker pop out of my wanton mouth. Without a word he turned me around and put me under the shower head facing the wall. He grabbed my pelvis, pulled my ass back and pushed my body into the wall. My tits mashed against the tile walls as he settled behind me and stuffed his cock into my hot pussy. He felt like a baseball bat going in, and he did it none too gently. He buried himself all the way to the balls in one stroke. I yelped as he spread me wide open. It hurt, but in a good way. His big hands clamped down on my waist and pulled me back into him. I put my hands on the wall and push back to get şişli ucuz escort as much of his hot rod into me as I could. He fucked me like a wild animal. His thighs slapped against my ass and his huge head hit wonderful spots inside my love canal that I didn’t even know existed. The water from the shower washed over my back and it ran down my ass crack and bathed his cock and my cunt in wonderful warmth. He pounded me harder than any of my college fuck buddies ever had, and I loved it. I was moaning and gasping as he grunted with each pile-driver like thrust. His head hit my cervix. His balls slapped against my lips and clit. I was unable to hold off on cumming even if I wanted to. I gasped and moaned and tried to stifle a scream as my pussy muscles clamped down on his massive cock. I shook and almost collapsed but his arms wrapped around me and held me up. He didn’t miss a beat and just kept pounding me as I came. My orgasm felt like it lasted for hours as he picked up the pace and fucked me raw. He was going faster and harder as his own orgasm approached. A few good deep strokes more and he pulled out of me and turned me around. He pushed me onto my knees again and blasted a torrent of hot cum all over my face and tits. I opened my mouth and caught some of his sweet salty mess which I swallowed hungrily. I attacked his twitching manhood and swallowed it into my throat to catch the last spurts of his hot jizz.

“Holy shit sis, thanks.” He said. “I’m going back to bed now.”

“I thought you said you were going out.”

“Well I was going to see Maria, but now I don’t see the point. I got what I wanted.”

“You’re a real prick.” I said.

“Shut up, or I won’t fuck you again tonight.”

I kept my mouth shut…for speaking at least.

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Father Brentwood had brown eyes that locked onto me. Maybe it was some kind of trick priests learned in seminary school where they make their eyes infinitely deep. He touched my forehead and didn’t need to say a word, but I heard his soft deep voice anyway, “I understand what you’re going through. It must be so hard. I’m here for you.”

When he moved the wafer closer to my mouth all the ambient noise, the sniffles and coughs, footsteps on the granite floors, and the choir singing went quiet. I bit my lip and looked down. Who was I? Hundreds of people filled the church, and in that moment, it was only two of us. I didn’t deserve to have this, to have him see me so perfectly. It was like having the eyes of God on me, stripping me naked, exposing me for who I really am. Gently sliding my tongue out, I accepted the wafer. He whispered the words, “Body of Christ.”

I shuttered to the sound of his voice. My whole body tingled. I responded with, “Amen.”

Returning to my seat, the further away I got from the priest the colder I felt. The sounds of the parishioners, the singing, and all the footsteps gradually came into focus. It was like being ripped from heaven back into reality. I couldn’t help but glance at my phone. Hospice only watched Bill for a couple hours a day. The rest of the time I was on feeding and diaper changing duty. During the week, I spent my two hours shopping and running errands, rushing to get back to the house to start dinner before the kids got home. Five minutes late and the Jamaican nurse would glare at me. I’d always apologize, like it’s my fault my husband has ALS. Like it’s my fault I am barely holding it together. I mean what am I supposed to do? When your husband needs 24-hour care when am I supposed to sleep? I can’t just help the kids with their school, make dinner, clean, and sleep all while bill ‘s now computerized voice says, “Allie, I need to be changed.” “Allie, scratch my back.” “Allie, I’m hungry.”

Three years ago, we went to Disney as a family for Christ’s sake, and now the closest I got to a vacation was the time I had in between hitting the snooze button and the alarm going off again. I take my vows seriously. I meant it when I said in sickness and in health.

I remained in my pew as the rest of the parishioners filled out. None of them made eye contact with me. In the first year they all wrapped their arms around Bill and I. “We’re praying for you. God will provide.” The second year, when Bill stopped coming to church, everyone asked me, “How’s Bill doing. Give him our best.” I’d always respond the same way. “He’s doing as good as can be expected. I’ll pass on your well wishes.” A month ago, I exploded when someone came at me with that same goddamn question. “You want to know how Bill’s doing? I’ll tell you. Well, he finally lost the ability to speak. He uses his eyes to talk to a computer, and that computer spits out some godawful voice. He shits himself twice a day. He has bed sores all over his back. And to top it off, he cries himself to sleep every goddamn night.”

After that people stopped asking me about Bill, but Father Brentwood pulled me aside. Before he could speak I started, “I’m sorry for my outburst, father. It’s just-”

“Allie, I’d like you to come to confession.”

“I don’t know, Father. I don’t know what I’d confess. I haven’t been since my first communion. I mean-”

“Sometimes confession isn’t as much about what sins you’ve committed,” Father Brentwood interrupted. “Sometimes it’s about the release you get from talking. You seem like you need a release. Please, confess to me. I’ll see you next Sunday.” He walked away before I could think of a reason not to come.

I stayed kneeling in my pew pretending to pray, occasionally opening my eyes to watch the people go into the confessional. I wanted to be last. I wanted to know the church was empty. One by one, they went in and then came out, stopping to kneel and say a few Our Father’s and Hail Mary’s. I wonder if each of them felt like I did? Did they all feel like they have a special relationship şişli rus escort with the Father? I mean, he must counsel fifty to a hundred people a week. Are we all special to him?

The first time in Confession I had no idea what to say. I babbled, “I don’t know father. I know I sin. I just don’t even really know where to begin… I hate my kids. I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I do. Every day they come to me for one thing or another. And sometimes I just want to scream at them. Go ask your father! Oh, wait, you can’t. Don’t you get it. I’m all alone here. I am doing this every day all by myself. And then I feel so much guilt – so much guilt. I can’t even quantify it. It is like a mountain of guilt resting on my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I have no appetite. Bill’s the one with ALS and I’ve lost almost as much weight as he has. We had such a good life together, ya know? He was always there to help. We were a team when it came to raising our kids. We both worked hard so we could take vacations and relax. Now there’s no time for relaxation. Sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom with the shower running and just cry. Other times -I can’t believe I am telling you this – sometimes I go in there and masturbate. I know that’s a sin, but I haven’t been able to have sex with my husband in two years, Father. It isn’t even a relationship anymore. He’s my third kid, except this kid weighs 180 pounds and was never potty trained. I know it’s awful, Father. I know it’s the worst, but sometimes I catch myself wishing that death do us part would come a little sooner.”

I said a few more things, then just devolved into tears. Father Brentwood stayed silent, allowing me to cry everything out. I cried and cried, not even thinking about the nurse in my home pacing around waiting for me to get back, not even thinking about how pathetic I must have looked. When my sobs died down to whimpers, and those whimpers died down to sniffles, he spoke. “I do not hear any sins today. All I hear is a woman who’s been given more than is fair. I know I’m supposed to tell you that God has a plan but hearing that won’t help. And whether he has a plan or not, it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is you’re hurting. You feel alone. It’s OK. You’re not evil. You’re not wrong. Anyone in your position would be feeling like you do. And I don’t think most of them would be able to hold it together like you have. You don’t need God’s forgiveness, today. All you need is His love and compassion. Go home; come back to confession next week and confess to me again.”

The week that followed my first confession, when the kids needed help with school I did it without raising my voice. I went online to find some new recipes I’ve never made before. I smiled at the other shoppers, walking through the aisles of the grocery store thinking about how amazing dinner was going to taste. I sang to Bill as I bathed him, reassuring him that I’m his wife, now and forever. Not once did I need to hide in the bathroom sobbing or masturbating. I slept better. I ate better. I had the energy to cope with it all. I even had time to take a bath. I shaved my legs and armpits for the first time in a month. The closer I got to Sunday the more I imagined Father Brentwood. I pictured his brown eyes, his tall trim body. I thought about his soft honest face. I envisioned his large hands holding the communion wafer and placing it in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to be on my knees in the confessional, hearing his calm soothing voice, telling me I am forgiven, telling me that I am loved.

In my second confession, Father Brentwood opened the partition between us and spoke, “My child, confess your sins before God.” Hearing his voice had the effect of pulling me out of my own body and then pulling me out again. It was as if I was watching myself, watch myself, watch myself. “It’s OK. Nothing is hidden from God. Confess your sins so you can be unburdened.” The more he spoke the further out I was pulled. Maybe it was the ritual of it, the stained-glass windows, the mahogany. Maybe şişli türbanlı escort this was the culmination of thousands of years of Catholicism, millions of sins tossed out on the alter before God, and forgiven. All I wanted in that moment was to obey him. I wanted to give him everything.

“This last week has been so much better, Father. I haven’t been as stressed. Everything has just been so much easier for me to deal with. I don’t even know if I’ve sinned. I mean, I’m sure I’ve taken the Lord’s name in vain from time to time. That is a pretty regular one for me. But beyond that, I’ve had so much patience with Bill and the kids. I feel like a totally different person. I think just being able to cry and release all the energy was exactly what I needed.”

“Last week you talked about how you sometimes needed to escape into the bathroom.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Tell me more about that.”

His voice dug into me. It made me want to rip open my chest, no holding back. By now there were a million mes, each watching one another. All of us spoke in unison. “Yes, Father. Sometimes I go into the bathroom and cry. Sometimes I touch myself.”

“I see. Now tell me what you think about when you do that. What do you think about when you touch yourself?” Before I answered I heard the sound of a fly unzipping. Looking through the screen that separated us I could make out his hand wrapped around his cock. I should have screamed, “No!” I should have stormed out of there and called police, but I was too far removed from myself at that point.

“I think about so much, Father. Sometimes I think about just sensations, like feeling a man’s hand on my breasts or my throat. Sometimes I think about how it’ll feel to have a man inside me. Other times my mind really goes into detail.”

I heard Father Brentwood’s watch shaking as his hand moved up and down his cock. “God gives us all an imagination. It’s a wonderful gift. Don’t be ashamed of your fantasies. Share them with God.”

Fuck, my pussy was so wet knowing he was on the other side of the wall jerking off. I wanted to see it. I wanted to look up at his brown eyes as I took him in my mouth. “Yes, Father. Sometimes my fantasies get so dirty. I think about things I’d never do. I think about what it would be like to have a man grab me in the dark and bend me over a car. I think about the terrible things he’d say to me as he raped my tight pussy. When I fantasize about that I can almost hear him calling me a ‘whore’ and a ‘cunt.’ Sometimes I even think about what it would be like to have multiple men at once, each of them with a cock inside one of my holes. It makes me so wet. Sometimes, Father… I think about fucking you.”

The rattling of his watch came to a stop. “Is that true my child. Have you fantasied about me?”

“Yes, Father.”

Father Brentwood took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “It’s a special kind of sin when a child of God fantasizes about a priest.” I heard the watch again, but this time only faintly. “No amount of prayer will gain you God’s forgiveness for that. I have a special penance for you but it won’t work unless you truly submit to Him and seek His mercy. Do you seek God’s mercy?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Do you need His forgiveness?”

“I do, Father.”

“Then do exactly as I say. First, take your hand and slip it underneath your skirt between your legs. That’s it. Rub yourself through your panties. Make yourself wet for God. He wants you to be wet. He wants you to show him you’re worthy of his compassion.”

My juices soaked my underwear. My whole body was numb. Father Brentwood’s voice never raised and never lowered. It was so even and sharp, it cut into me, through me. I felt his words running through my veins to every one of my extremities. “Father, please help me. I need God’s mercy.”

“Now slip your hand beneath your panties, describe to me what you feel.”

“I feel my pussy, Father. It is smooth and wet, freshly shaven. It’s so warm. I want you. My pussy wants your şişli ucuz escort cock inside me. Please, Father.”

“That’s it. Now rub your clit. Rub your clit for God. Imagine we’re in the church. I have you bent over the alter with your skirt pulled up above your ass and your panties down around your ankles. You’re looking up at our Lord, suffering on the cross. Do you see him?”

“I see him, Father.”

“Good, now rub your clit faster for me, my child. Imagine what it would feel like when my hand grabs you by your hair and yanks your head back, while my other hand rubs my cock on your slit. Feel how thick and hard I am. Feel me parting your lips. That’s it. If you want God’s pity you need to show Him you’re ready to serve His most devoted disciples. Serve your Lord. Take my cock. Feel every inch of it sliding in and out of you. This is your moment to prove you’re worthy. Show your worthiness to the Lord.

“Don’t stop rubbing yourself. If you want his forgiveness then hear my words. Hear God speaking to you though me. He wants your whole body to shake. He wants every part of you to feel infused with energy. Look at Him, suffering on the cross. See Him and His crown of thorns, weak and frail, dying for your sins. Do you feel me inside you? Do you feel my body slamming against you, fucking you on the alter? You’re a sinner, a lowly sinner. None of us are worthy of His love, and yet we have it every day. Prove your devotion to Him. Faster, and faster, and faster, around and around your clit, don’t stop touching yourself. This is it. This is the moment you prove to God you deserve his mercy. Cum for me, Allie. Cum for God. Be forgiven.”

My body twisted and convulsed, ricocheting my fingers back and forth over my clit. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to fight back the screams and moans. “Please, God… Forgive me.” I cried out, probably loud enough for anyone who remained in the church to hear. My juices gushed down my leg. “I’m a sinner, God. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Lord, forgive my sins.”

Over and over I heard Father Brentwood’s words, “Cum for me, Allie. Cum for God.” All the versions of me that had multiplied out came crashing back down into one person, and then, almost immediately, expanded out infinitely again. My husband was months away from dying. My kids were months away from being fatherless. And here I was on my knees, in a confessional, rubbing my clit and dripping my juices all over the floor. Fuck! What was I doing. I couldn’t stop. “Cum for me, Allie. Don’t stop cumming for God.” Maybe it really was the Lord speaking through Father Brentwood. Maybe it was the Lord’s hand on my clit, ripping out all my pain, taking away all my anxiety and guilt. At some point my moans turned into sobs. Tears rolled down my face, but I couldn’t stop touching myself. “That’s it my child. Let it all out.”

“I’m so sorry, Father! Please forgive me! I’m a terrible mother! I’m a terrible wife! Please, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuuuuuuuck! Goooooood!” By now, I could have been levitating. My head could have been rotating 360 degrees. I don’t know. My energy could have exploded the confessional and shattered all the stained-glass windows. Somewhere in the church there were statues with tears of blood streaming down their cheeks. It wouldn’t have surprised me if outside had been consumed by locusts or if frogs were raining down from the sky. “Fuck!”

Orgasm after orgasm shot through me until I toppled over into a puddle of my own making. I was a quivering pile of flesh and bones. I think I tried to speak but all that came out were tones that matched the frequency of my body.

Finally, Father Brentwood spoke. “You are forgiven, my child. Say three Hail Marys and four Our Fathers and then go in peace, knowing that you will be surrounded by the warm embrace of the Lord.”

Still shaking, I did the best I could to gather myself, stumbling as I left the confessional. I said my prayers and made my way home, totally running through two stop signs, unaware I had done so. Sure, I was late, but I just shrugged my shoulders when the nurse pointed at her wrist. I went through the whole week, kind of like that. Finally, when Sunday came and church was over, there I was again, waiting for confession. I stared up at Jesus on the cross, my pussy already dripping wet. I wondered what sins I needed to atone for, today.

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AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first attempt at writing from a female point of view. Feel free to give me some pointers if I portray her out of character. Thank you, and don’t forget to vote!

Armed with a coat and scarf, Katie battled the November breeze as she walked down the street. Her destination, a gas station, peeked up at her from a hill. A cold wind nipped at her, so she increased her pace a little.

She was but ten feet away when she fell on her ass.

The light snow had covered up the ice before her, and she hadn’t noticed it. Her brisk pace made it easier for the ice to assault her, and she fell hard on her side. She groaned and sat up, holding her sore hip. Her purse had emptied all of its contents onto the street, and she forced herself to rescue them.

One by one, she collected her possessions. Cold, angry, and with a sore hip, she fortified her resolve to get a cherry coke, and opened the door to the gas station.

The first thing she felt was the obvious relief of the heat coming from the building. It comforted her, and cooled her nerves a little. She stretched, and walked towards the freezer where her prize lay.

There were no cherry cokes in stock.

“Mother fucker!” She screamed.

She heard a chuckle come from behind her, and she spun around. There stood a gas station employee, with his short black hair and slick name tag. He caught himself momentarily, and bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

If this asshole says anything, I’ll kill him, she thought to herself.

Sensing her intent, he straightened his face, and tried to make himself look professional. “Is there anything I can help you with mam?” He asked.

Trying to cool herself down a bit, she withheld the urge to punch the young man, and took a deep breath. “Do you have any cheery coke? I walked here from down the road in the cold, and if I don’t get one, then one of us is not leaving here alive.” Her serious tone shocked the young man.

“Hold on one second,” said the employee, and he scurried off into the back, searching for her treasure. She took a deep breath, and set her purse onto the counter. She opened it up and started searching through it, making sure she had all of her possessions. Satisfied, she closed it, just in time for the young man to arrive.

“We don’t have any, sorry.” Said the gas station employee, obviously terrified of her. Katie took a deep breath, and tried to remember what her anger management counselor had told her. In times of intense anger, just think of the bright side of things, she had said.

This was not working.

All of her anger built up, and two years of anger management classes went out the window in half a second. She balled up her fist, and stuck the young man right in the eye. He staggered backward, tripped over a broom, and fell to the ground.

She stood there, shocked by her own actions.

God dammit, I always over react to this stuff, she thought to herself. With a deep sigh, she bent over and offered a hand to the young man. He hesitantly accepted, and she helped him up off of the ground.

“Mam, I’m uh, really sorry we don’t have what you want,” he said, “but please don’t hit me again. You aren’t the only one to have a bad day ya know.”

Katie was surprised at his rather calm demeanor, and nodded. “I really am sorry, I tend to overreact, if you get my drift.”

He shrugged, and went back behind the counter to resume his work. After a few moments, he stared at her. “Is there something you want mam? Or do you just like a man in uniform?” He said.

She was taken aback, but realized she had in fact, been staring. “Smart ass,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled. Why was this man taunting her now? She had already hit him once, and now she was just tempted at just giving him an ass kicking.

But there was something about his stance, the way he walked, and talked, that made her question the young man.

She was attracted to him.

The realization hit her like a bullet, and she almost fell on her behind again, only this time, the ice took the form of a beautiful young man.

And he really was attractive, but she hadn’t noticed until then. His jet black hair and startling dark blue eyes made a fine compliment to his broad shoulders and smooth skin. She wanted to reach out and touch him, like he wasn’t even really there. Then she realized she was reaching out to touch him. She suddenly put her hand back down to her side, and looked at he shoes, turning a shade of red she didn’t know was possible.

She looked up and saw the young man biting his lip, restraining yet another laugh. He may beautiful, she thought to herself, but he’s a jackass. He held up his hands, as if he was surrendering. “Sorry if I’m making you mad again, but its like you went from angry woman to, well, not so angry woman rather quickly,” he said. “So I guess it is the uniform huh?” He joked, flicking his name tag.

She forced herself to laugh a little, then nodded goodbye. She nearly ran taksim elit escort out of the store, almost tripping on the same ice as before. She hurried up the street, not looking back toward the gas station, or her little crush.

What am I, thirteen? She silently asked herself. Cold, tired, and still thirsty, she decided to answer this question in a warmer environment.

Her apartment was still a good three blocks away, and her resolve was lowering every step. If there was one thing she hated, it was definitely the cold. It bit her hands, and made her face feel as if it were made of ice.

She saw lights and turned around. Beams of bright light momentarily blinded her, and she almost didn’t realize that a car had pulled up next to her. The window of the driver rolled down with a screech, and she stared into the eyes of her crush.

The man from the gas station chuckled again, causing Katie to fume with anger. Keep your cool, she told herself, just stay calm.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked. She was slightly dumbfounded, but slowly nodded her head yes. She hurried over to the passenger side and got in.

She shut the door and looked over at him. The lights emanating from his dashboard gave his face a green tint, and made him look even more beautiful. She blushed, and put her hands in her pockets. “I live in Keenland Crest apartments, just a couple blocks down the road.”

He laughed again this time, but it was soft, and almost musical. “That’s where I live babycakes.”

He did not just fucking call me babycakes.

Sensing her anger, the young man shut up, and started driving again.

In just a few minutes, they pulled up to her apartment, and she quickly got out. “Thanks a lot.” She said, and nearly ran to her door. She fumbled for her keys, and then heard footsteps behind her.

The young man was standing there, smiling his obnoxious smile once more. She wanted to end his life there, but he had been nice to her, so she just shut her mouth.

“Um, why don’t you just go home now? I’m not letting you in, if that’s what your thinking.” She said, with a bit of a growl in her voice. He was obviously offended, and his smile ended right there.

“Believe me, I’m not getting any ideas. It seems that I’m your new neighbor.” He said, pointing at the door right next to Katie’s.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Said Katie.

The young man simply laughed again, and held out his hand. “My name is Lance, and your would be?” He said.

Katie took it, “It’s Katie, and thanks for driving me home.”

Lance shook his head, “It was nothing.” He waved goodbye, and went inside his apartment.

I guess he’s not that bad. She said to herself.

She grabbed her keys and looked for her house key.

It wasn’t there.

She dug around in her purse, a sudden alarm overcoming her. She looked on the ground, in her pockets, everywhere. Then the realization donned on her.

Fuck, it must have fell off my key chain at the gas station.

She groaned, and examined her choices. She could just walk down and get a spare from the main office, but they were closed. All of her friends lived miles away, and she didn’t want to call them so late.

Or she could just get some help from Lance.

She looked at his door, and started to worry. He was really the only person she knew in her complex, all of her other neighbors kept to themselves. She paced around his door for a good fifteen minutes, trying to build up the courage to knock on his door.

She raised her hand to knock, and suddenly pulled away. It was too embarrassing, how could she even do this? God, I’m such an idiot. If only I didn’t have to fall on my ass where ever I went…

Just then, his door swung open, and Lance stood there, staring at her.

Her first reaction was to gape at his amazing body. He was thin, but still had a nice build. His slender muscles were only outdone by his startling eyes, and cool smile. She felt herself get turned on a little, but crushed the feeling with all of her might.

He stared at her for a second, and cracked a smile. But this one wasn’t obnoxious. This one was very calm, and caring. “To be honest,” he said, “I’ve been watching you through the peep hole for a good ten minutes now.”

She wanted to faint. He had seen the whole thing.

“I wanted to help you earlier, but you looked so funny, I just couldn’t help myself.” He yawned, and stretched his arms high into the air. She gasped at how high his hands went, and noticed that he was very tall. He yawned, and beckoned her inside.

“Um, I don’t want to be a burden…”

“Don’t worry. I take it your locked out right? Well, my cousin is the maintenance guy here, and I’ll have him come get your spare. Seriously, its nothing. Come on in.” And with that he held open the door, and waved his hand for her to come in.

She hesitated, but did as he asked. The sudden warmth was pleasing, and she relaxed a little.

“Hold on, taksim escort I’ll go put a shirt on real quick.” He said. She was actually saddened at the news, unable to stare at his sexy physique.

He ran into a back room, and emerged a few seconds later with a white t-shirt on. It did little to hide his body, and this pleased Katie.

“Hold on a minute, let me call my cousin.” He went for his house phone, and dialed a number. Katie took a long look at his apartment.

It was spacious, just like hers. He had a couch and a love seat, and a large bookshelf, completely filled. This pleased her, she liked a man who could read.

He had painted the walls a peach color, and they went well with his furniture. His kitchen was open, and connected with the living room. It was maroon, with a few dishes in the sink. Then she noticed something very interesting.

He didn’t own a television.

This shocked her. She could see into the majority of his bedroom from her viewpoint, and he didn’t have one there either. It was surprising, seeing a man so young without a television.

Lance was baffling her at every turn.

She yawned, and sat down on his couch. He hung up the telephone, and gave her a look that worried her.

“My cousin is out of town. No one has access to the office right now. So, there’s really no way to get into your apartment. You can use my phone if you want.”

She nearly died. What was she supposed to do? There was no one she could call right now, all of her friends lived miles away. She sighed, and put her head into her hands. The only real option was unthinkable, and she was too afraid to even ask.

“You can stay here if you want. I promise I won’t try anything weird. I can sleep on the couch, and you can take my bed. I don’t have work tomorrow, so you can stay as long as you like.”

She looked up at him with a somber expression, and just nodded. What was Lance doing to her? She was normally very out-going, and very loud. Now she was quiet as a nervous little schoolgirl.

Lance nodded, and sat down at his kitchen table. “Why don’t you sit with me, and talk for awhile? I figure if we know each other better, then we’ll both probably be a bit more comfortable.”

She nodded, and sat down next to him.

And they talked for what seemed like hours.

She learned he was a college student, studying journalism at the local college. He had moved here only a week prior, and got a deal from his cousin on the apartment. She never saw the moving truck, so she never even noticed.

He was only 21, which surprised her. He had the presence of a much older man, but she could tell by his body. It still had that youthful vigor.

Katie, who was 34, felt a little awkward staying at such a young mans place. She wasn’t the kind of woman who did things like this, even if she had to.

She told him about her life. She studied to be a teacher, and taught at a local elementary. She told him about her anger issues, and apologized for the incident earlier that night. He just laughed, “don’t worry, it really doesn’t hurt too bad. I’ll just try not to piss you off again.”

She laughed, “well, thank you for being understanding. I just get so mad all the time. It’s hard being a teacher when your like me, so I take anger management for it.”

He shrugged, “its better than not being mad enough. I hate it when people just roll with the punches. It’s good to know someone stands up for themselves in the world.”

She nodded. He was very wise, and she found herself even more attracted to him.

They talked for awhile. She learned he liked to read and write, and hated television. “T.V. Ruins the youth.” He said.

She stared at him, and she felt herself turned on even more. It had been awhile since she had been with a man. She nearly hit herself. He’s too young, besides, he probably has all the young college girls on him. It’s best not to think that way.

With a stretch and a yawn, he got up from his chair and motioned towards his bedroom. “Let me get some pillows and stuff real quick.” He went into his room and shut the door.

She wanted him bad, and she knew it. But luckily, she was a master of self control.

He emerged from his room with a pillow and blanket, and set up his sleeping area on the couch.

“I have a spare toothbrush in the bathroom in my room. Just do whatever you need to do, and the bed is all yours. Don’t worry, I washed my sheets just yesterday, and they’re very clean. Don’t hesitate to ask me if you need anything,” he said.

She nodded, and walked towards his bedroom. She turned around and waved him goodnight, and shut the door.

Katie brushed her teeth, and stripped down to her under garments, and climbed into his bed. It was very comfortable queen size, and the blankets were very warm.

She heard him cough, and imagined him laying there, in his boxers. He was so sexy, and she couldn’t help but fantasize a little.

She fell asleep, and soon started taksim eve gelen escort to dream.

She felt him climb into bed, and caress her cheek. His cool breath was hot on her neck, and she slipped her arms around his waste. They’re mouths met, and she kissed him hungrily. Their tongues danced on each other, and she felt him harden through his boxers.

Her hand snaked down, and she caressed him through the soft material. He shuddered with her touch, and he returned the favor by rubbing her through her panties. She felt him bite her neck, and she exhaled sharply. Little moans escaped him, and he started to tug on her panties. She nibbled on his ear, and his hand slipped into her…

“Oh Lance. Oh god, please don’t stop…”

She awoke with a start.

The first thing she noticed was Lance, standing in the doorway, holding his toothbrush. He raised it up and looked at it, “I uh, forgot this.”

Then she noticed the blankets did nothing to cover up the fact that she was rubbing herself. Her hand was drenched in her own juice, and her situation became obvious.

He walked in on her masturbating.

She realized this, and was surprisingly calm about it. She felt oddly comfortable, and locked eyes with Lance. He swallowed hard, and looked down.

“I’m really sorry. Its just, you said my name, so I thought you were awake. I’ll just be going now…” He started to close the door.

“Wait, Lance.” Katie whispered.

He stopped the door just before it closed, and peeked his head inside.

“Come here.”

Nervous, he walked slowly towards her, and she pulled him onto the bed.

She kissed him, hungrily. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him onto the bed with her.

The things the man does to me, she though to herself.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth, an he welcomed it with his own. They danced like this for awhile, and she felt him suck on her tongue.

She was turned on immediately, and she let him continue. He pulled away, and started kissing her neck. He placed a trail down to her collar bone, and kissed a path all the way back up.

She moaned a little, and pulled him closer. Their lips met again, and he ran his fingers lightly down her sides, sending shivers through her.

She rolled him over and went on the attack. She sucked on his neck, and heard his sharp intake of breath. She kissed her way down his chest, and stopped at his boxers. She stroked his crotch, and felt his hardness through the soft material. She kissed it through is boxers, and slowly caressed his balls. He arched his back, and allowed her more room.

She pulled his boxers down, and stared at him. His member was thick, and a small bead of pre-cum rested at its tip. She kissed his balls lightly, and took one of them into her mouth.

He moaned, and started to stroke her hair. She licked his balls, and sucked each one into her mouth several times, her tongue dancing over them. She could feel his breath become irregular, and knew he was in heaven.

She lightly ran her tongue up his shaft, and sucked on his head a little. She probed his slit, and gripped his member with her hand. She pumped slowly at first, sizing him up. Then she sped up, moving a little faster with every stroke.

He was audible now, and she could hear his soft moans. She pumped fast, and sucked his balls. He arched his back again, and spread his legs even more.

She suddenly took him into her mouth, and he exhaled sharply. She went halfway down his shaft, before pulling up again, and then back down. She bobbed her head slowly on his prick, and sped up over time.

She felt his balls tighten, and she knew he was about to cum. She moved a bit faster, and took as much of his length as she could. He thrusted forward slightly, and the first jet of cum shot out.

She felt it hit the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged. She remained steady though, and bobbed on him as he came. Ribbons of cum hit her mouth, and she swallowed them. She sucked until he was done, and then licked up the rest.

He pulled her up and kissed her, not bothered by his own taste. He kissed her hard now, and roller her over so he was on top. He made a trail down to her breasts, and sucked on her nipples. The warm sensation tickled her senses, and turned her on even more. He kissed his way down to her naval, and made small circles with his tongue.

The sensations were unimaginable. He ran a finger over her crotch, and pulled off her panties. He ran a finger over her slit, and she felt him discover her clit. He rubbed slowly, barely making a circle, and then sped up. She moaned at his touch, arched her back.

He inserted a finger into her, and she nearly lost it. He worked his way in and out her, filling her with one, then two fingers. She had to bite her lip to keep from being too loud.

He finger fucked her for awhile, occasionally leaning over and kissing her. He placed his tongue at her pubic area, and traced a trail down to her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and ran his tongue over it. The sensations were amazing, and she felt an orgasm coming on.

She arched her back and let out a howl, nearly screaming. The orgasm washed over her like a wave, and for several minutes. It receded slowly, and then she just laid there, breathing heavily.

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Life was simply crap, how else can I describe what I have become, I’m nothing more than a sad alcoholic, the only thing my life revolves around is found in a bottle.

My first wife died after being run down by a drunk driver, leaving me with two teenage girls, the pain of losing her took a long time to ease and even though I remarried the ache in my heart would often return to haunt me.

My second marriage lasted only a year, Sandy just couldn’t cope with my rebellious daughters where as I was laid back about them. Yes they could and did misbehave but isn’t that what eighteen year olds do and in time I knew they would grow out of it.

So here I was sat in front of the television a half-empty bottle of Brandy my only company the best painkiller around. Filling my glass once more to the rim I took a long gulp and I relaxed back in my armchair, my eyes closed for just a second and I fell into a disturbed sleep.

I awoke at around 9am the next morning and much to my surprise I found myself in bed, I didn’t remember going to bed or getting undressed but then I suppose that’s a direct result of being an alcoholic the mind just blanks itself out.

I remember when I was a teenager, going out most nights and getting paralytic drunk and yet like a homing pigeon I always managed to find my way home, it seems it still works as I manage to make it to my bed each night.

The blacking out and not remembering climbing the stairs took a strange twist one night when I drank a lot less than normal simply because I had food poisoning. I fell asleep in my chair and the next morning I wasn’t so fuzzy headed and swore that I had been carried up the stairs to bed. I asked my daughters if they had taken me to bed but they both denied it so I put it down to just a dream. The next night it happened again and once more they acted like they didn’t ataşehir escort know what I was talking about.

I was scared in case I was losing my mind which given the circumstances was not beyond possibility, but I had to find out whether it was the drink causing it or my daughters showing me more care than I deserved.

The following evening I sat watching the television my bottle and glass beside me, the only difference this time was that I had only one drink, just enough to make sure my breath smelt of liquor. Around midnight I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping, I almost replied when I heard my daughter Jane call my name but just in time I switched my mouth off.

“He’s spark out as usual,” I heard Jane say.

“Nothing new there then,” came a reply from my other daughter Sue. “You want to grab his other arm,” she continued.

With relative ease they lifted me from the chair, my legs dragged behind me as they slowly climbed the stairs and manoeuvred me into my bedroom dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed.

One of them removed my socks while the other pulled my tee-shirt over my head, to say I was frightened knowing that they were going to remove the rest of my clothes was certainly an understatement. I know not which one began unzipping my trousers as my eyes were clenched shut, my nerves tingled as my underpants were slipped down my legs and removed. Knowing that it was my daughters undressing me helped avoid a certain part of my body rising and I inwardly smiled at how thoughtful my girls were being, unruly they may be but at least that cared about their old dad. With some difficulty and some pushing and pulling they pulled the duvet down and I assumed once that was done they would tuck me up in bed. My brain suddenly exploded in confusion as I felt fingers wrap around my soft cock and kadıköy escort no matter how I tried I couldn’t stop it responding to the gentle touch. Fingers ran up and down my chest caressing my nipples as they passed, I didn’t know if I was in heaven or hell

I could feel breathing close to my cock and then a wet feeling as a tongue ran across the sensitive ridge forcing me to fight back a groan. My balls were fondled as the licking intensified, I wanted to look to see who was doing this to me but I didn’t dare expose my feigned drunkenness. My cock was now as hard as I have ever known, the bed moved and soft warm legs were now in contact with mine, oh my god I thought she isn’t going to…….the thought vanished as I felt her pussy engulf my cock. The feeling that I had missed for so long, the human contact I so desired overtook all of my emotions as one of my daughters started to slowly fuck me, her tempo becoming faster along with her breathing. By now I was also close to coming there was no way I could halt the impending eruption between my legs, she let out a long moan and pounded me even harder, my balls ached as they swung against her nubile body. With each thrust she drove me closer when without warning the room exploded with the loudest screams I had ever heard as she came in a tempest of expletives that sent me over the edge causing me to let out a long guttural moan as I thrust back at her my come filling my daughters willing hole.

“Fucking hell he’s awake,” yelled my other daughter who appeared to be waiting her turn to ride my cock.

Jane jumped back as I opened my eyes I could see my come glistening on her pubic hair, the feelings of guilt mixed with the feelings of pleasure reduced me to silence.

I looked from one daughter to the other, they were both naked their nipples enlarged and gorgeous, I tried bostancı escort to focus on how to handle the situation but was unable to say anything.

The silence was eventually broke by Jane, “what can we say dad except sorry, each night we undressed you and put you to bed and then one time as we removed your clothes you had a stiffie, maybe you were dreaming or something, anyway we touched it and the rest is history.”

My daughter referring to my cock as being a stiffie set off the time bomb inside me, “don’t you realise what you’ve done, you’ve committed incest, you could go to prison for that and worse still so could I, and I didn’t even know it was happening. What the fucking hell did you think you were doing!” I bellowed.

“It was your stiffie that started it,” stated Sue.

I burst into laughter, the word stiffie just sounded so hilarious coming from her mouth. It wasn’t the laughter of forgiveness though because I didn’t think I could ever forgive either of them for what they had done.

As they both stood there I could feel my cock responding to the wondrous sight of their young bodies and before I could cover myself up Sue sat on the bed and began fondling my cock. My resistance was negligible as the erotic sensual feelings consumed my body. Sue pushed me back and without any argument I lay back down allowing her the freedom to tantalise me. I closed my eyes as I felt Sue’s pussy envelop my raging hard on, her wetness surrounding my cock was like silk against my skin. Within moments Jane had positioned her pussy over my face and slowly descended onto my mouth, my resistance and anger dissolved in seconds as they sought and gave pleasure. The taste of her was more than I could stand and for the second time that night I came sending my sperm deep into my daughters pussy as in unison they both came.

We lay exhausted on the bed, my girls either side of me, one holding my cock and the other gently squeezing my balls as we all fell asleep.

We now have fun together a few times a week and my life is back on track, no more drinking but a hell of a lot of joy.

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I watched as my wife and our son disengaged. A strand of his cum continued to connect his cock to her pussy until she moved far enough away that it snapped and dangled for a second before attaching itself to her thigh. At the same time, a half-gallon of his spunk gushed out of her cunt and landed on the carpeted floor.

“Now look what happened.” Becca chuckled, pointing to the puddle between her legs.

“Yeah, mom, you’d better clean that up before it stains or something.”

I grabbed some tissues from a nearby box and handed them to my wife. She dropped to her knees and began gathering up the spunk in the paper. Watching her in that position, her nice firm tits pointing at the floor, hanging a bit and swaying as she moved, my cock once again got the urge. Without hesitation, I dropped behind her and thrust him in to her sloppy and stretched fuck hole. Of course it was hot and gooey and the combined juices of my wife and our son’s recent coupling quickly squished out and covered my cock and balls.

“Oh, yeah baby, fuck me good!” Becca almost shouted.

“Hey, that’s not baby, that’s hubby.” Trevor pointed out.

He moved around and watched us rut. As I turned to him, I saw that his cock had already recovered its stiffness and was raging, wanting more of his mother’s hot fucking pussy. But then he moved so he was on his knees in front of us. He pushed his cock forward so that it was touching his mother’s lips. Without any of us saying a word, she opened her mouth and eagerly took his slime covered meat all the way in. She reached up with one hand and cupped and caressed his balls as he closed his eyes and began thrusting into his mother’s willing throat. I could feel her cuntal walls gripping and grasping my cock.

I knew that Trevor would last for a long time since he had just cum a few minutes before. By the same token, I knew I would not. The blow job from Tinley, the pictures on the computer, the lotion with Sasha and Tinley and the fuck scene of Becca and Trevor were way more that my little penis brain could handle. In just a few minutes I felt the cum churning in my scrotal sac and I boiled from my balls in a massive gusher. Rope after scalding rope of my fuck sauce geysered into Becca’s womb where it mixed with our son’s cum and filled her beyond capacity. As I continued to pump in and out of her the frothy mixture flowed out of her pussy and ran down my balls in a sticky mess. I felt weak kneed and short of breath.

By now Trevor had picked up the pace and was avidly fucking his mother’s face. In a few more minutes I saw the veins on his neck and forehead bulging and his face turned a bright red.

“Oh fuck mom…I’m gonna fuckin’ cum again…oh fuck…fuck…you fucking suck so goooooooood!” He held on to her head as he shoved his cock in one more time, burying her nose against his pubic bone.

Suddenly a round of applause erupted. I turned to see Sasha and Tinley clapping their hands and shouting.

“Wooo whoooo! Way to go guys!” Our little girl was cheering us on and there was no doubt about the lustful look on her face. Sasha was standing behind Tinley and she had one of her hands between our sweet daughter’s legs. A finger was nearly buried to the knuckle in the sweet folds of her young sex. Her other hand was covering one of Tinley’s breasts and the fingers were teasing the taut little bud of her nipple.

“That was like soooooo fucking hot!” Sasha beamed. I saw Tinley’s eyes close and her body shuddered as an orgasm swept through her.

The aroma of sex filled the room. Becca moved away from my now flaccid cock. She was still on her knees but her lovely body was upright. She put her arms around Trevor’s body and held him close. She turned her face toward me and it was covered with a huge grin. The sheen of cum was still on her chin.

“I just love my guys!”

I grabbed some more bostancı escort bayan tissue and caught a huge gob of cum just as it was about to release from her body. Then I used the same tissue to catch another spoonful as it emerged from my cockhead. Now the damn tissue disintegrated and I ended up with paper glued to my meatstick.

“Nice job Mr. Compton.” Sasha smirked, seeing my predicament.

“You girls are very nasty. You should not have been watching that little display.” Becca pretended to scold.

“We’re nasty? Look who’s talking…taking on two guys at once…and one was your own son!” Sasha was laughing. Her beautiful full tits shook and jiggled. “Trevor certainly put on a show though…I wouldn’t mind a little sample of that cock when he’s ready…!

“Sasha! You’re so bad!” Tinley said coyly.

“Oh come on, little miss prissy! If he hasn’t put that thing in your hot little pussy already, I bet you’ll let him as soon as you can! Or maybe you’re more of a daddy’s girl. Do you want your daddy to clean of his cock and fuck you with it? Tin? Do you want to lay down right here on the floor and let your daddy please you with that snake of his?”

Tinley blushed cutely and looked at me.

“If he was my daddy, I’d sure let him fuck me with that thing…”

“Hell, Sash,” Trevor burst out, “word has it that you let just about anybody fuck you with their things!”

“Oh yeah Trev? Then why haven’t I let you fuck me with your thing?”

“Hey baby, you just said that you would…”

I noticed that Trevor’s cock was beginning to grow again. Ah, the joy of youth! Quick recovery and impressive staying power!

Sasha’s eyes were glued to our son’s prick as it quickly sprang to life.

“So Sash…do you want to go up to my room or do you want to do it right here with my family watching?”

“Just don’t tease me Trevor…fuck me right here…if they want to watch that’ll be just fine.”

She quickly sat on the floor and then reclined. Her tits swayed slightly as she positioned herself. The hard rose-colored nipples pointed at the ceiling. She spread her legs and thumbed her own clit as she waited for our son to position himself between her shapely tan legs.

Trevor dropped to his knees and grabbed her hips. He almost roughly lifted her body, the muscles of his arms, chest, neck and abdomen flexed. He looked like a sex god as he pulled her to him and let her little hand, with the shiny enameled nails reach between their sexes and guide his throbbing cock into her eager fuck hole. She quickly wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself as far onto his pole as she could manage.

“Fuck me Trevor…that feels sooooo fucking good!”

In just a few seconds they had established a good rhythm and their bodies slid together almost silently. The only sound was their breathing and the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt.

I reached for the camera and took several pictures. One was a close-up of her fingers pinching her nipple. Another was of her finger rubbing her clit. I was careful to include the tattooed little devil in the frame.

“Fuck me…fuck me…fuuuuck mmmeeeeeeee!”

In no time at all, Sasha thrashed her way to a wild orgasm. “Fuuuuuuuck! I…I…I…I…I’mmmmmm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!”

I didn’t count, but it seemed that the little bitch had at least four or five major cums in just a few minutes. Her body was covered in sweat and her skin was flushed. Her nipples were bright little buds that looked like the wanted to burst from her chest.

“Oh Trevor…oh Trev…oh….Trev…oooooooooh!”

After they had stopped for a few minutes and their breathing had returned to normal, things kind of broke up. Becca went to make sandwiches and get cold drinks ready and I went to clean the tissue from my cock. Trevor and the girls went out to ümraniye escort the pool and languidly moved around in the cool water. They hugged and talked and the whole atmosphere seemed so innocent and idyllic. Three nude teenagers just relaxing in a swimming pool…

Becca was almost finished preparing lunch when I came into the kitchen to offer some help. I brought with me a warm damp washcloth, which I used to tenderly clean my beautiful wife.

“Yeah, thanks honey. Things were starting to get pretty sticky down there.” She kissed me as I finished my ministrations.

“This has been some afternoon! I think this incest thing is moving right along in our family.”

“Yeah, honey.” She replied. “And in Sasha’s family. And in my sister’s family and in your brother’s family…and in who knows what other families…”

“It just seems so natural. People who love each other and who know each other and who care for each other…what could be more natural than having sex together? It actually seems more natural than not having sex together. That’s moral prohibition…or whatever it’s called…really seems unnatural and un-normal. Everything seems kind of backwards, actually.”

We took the food out to the patio and called the teenagers.

When Trevor emerged from the water we noticed that his cock was semi-firm again. He turned and put his hand out and helped Sasha step from the water. As she stepped on to the deck, she leaned forward, draping her arms across his shoulders and pressed her firm body into his. They kissed, their tongues dancing and wrestling, as their bodies swayed together. Tinley was climbing out of the deep end, using the ladder. I noticed Sasha put her arm around Trevor and press her body against him as they walked to the stack of towels.

“Shit…now it looks like they’re in love.” Tinley giggled as she pressed the water from her hair.

It turned out that we were one chair short at the table, so Becca sat on my thigh as we all ate our lunch in nude splendor. I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming first to the large tit just inches from my face and then to the firms melons on Sashs’s chest and then from the sweet cupcakes of our daughter.

The tabletop is of clear glass, so we all had a very clear view of Sasha’s hand resting on Trevor’s thigh.

“You guys are such a great family. I really like being with you.”

“Thanks Sasha…you never said anything like that until my brother fucked your brains out.” Tinley joked.

“Yeah huh! I’ve always liked your mom…I didn’t really know your dad until today…but he’s hot. Remember the first time I saw him?”

“Yeah, when you said ‘I’d fuck him’ when I asked if you thought he was good looking.”

“Yeah, see? And now I know Trevor better…lots better. Before I thought he was just the big water polo stud strutting around in his varsity jacket with the “All League” patch on his sleeve.”

“Yeah, and the sausage in his Speedos.”

This time Sasha actually blushed. “Well…yeah…and the sausage in his Speedos.”

“Wait! She actually said she’d fuck dad?”

“Trevor…she’s a slut…she’d fuck anyone!”

“Gee, thanks Tinley. I was just blown away. Here I thought I was some hot dad and now you say I’m just another penis.”

“Well, yeah, dad. You are just another penis, as far as Sasha is concerned. But not to me and mom.”

“Really? What am I to you two?”

“Well, honey…you’re our penis!” Becca chimed in.

Tinley quickly moved from her chair to my available thigh. She reached down between my legs and playfully stroked at my cock. “Yeah daddy, you’re our penis. If I have to share you with that nasty lady. But if I don’t have to share, then you’re my penis.” She bent forward and slipped her sweet little tongue into my mouth. I felt her firm little tits as she pressed them into my chest.

Sasha was smiling brightly kartal escort at the patter. “I love you guys! Mr. Compton, I may be a slut, but I don’t fuck just anybody. And I’d be honored to fuck you sometime.”

“Sasha, you just added 5 years to my life!” I said. “The honor would be all mine.”

“Oh please! You two guys are making me sick, fawning all over her. If you aren’t careful you’ll be drooling on her tits!” Becca laughed.

With that, I grabbed the tit that was closest to me and bit the nipple firmly but gently between my lips.

“You know, the first time my dad and brother fucked me I really wanted it. I had been going out with Joey Fontana and he had put a lot of pressure on me. I had given him head a bunch of times but I didn’t know if I wanted him to fuck me. Then one night my dad and mom were at a party and my brother walked in on me while I was in the shower. He did it on purpose. He just started kissing me and the next thing I know we’re fucking on my bed. A little while later our parents came home and walked in on us. Without saying a word my dad stripped and started fucking me too. He and my brother swapped their dicks in and out of me.

Dad fucked me for a long time. He even changed positions a few times. His big cock just made me feel so good I wanted it to go on forever. Then my brother stripped my mom, she looked really hot that night and I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing panties under her short skirt., Anyway he just laid her down on my bed next to me and started pounding away. It turned out that it had been a big set up.

Joey had told my dad that I was a blue baller and so my dad said he’d take care of it. Then he set it up to have my brother break my cherry while he and mom were out that night and they would walk in on us and he’d get his turn. Mom was in on it too. She had been fucking my brother for years!”

“Wow, Sasha. That’s a hot story!”

“Yeah, Mr. Compton. So that’s how my family turned me into a little slut! And boy, am I glad they did.”

“That is such a hot story.” I shook my head. “Your dad has a daughter he should really be proud of.”

She giggled, I watched her tits jiggle.

“I remember the first time my dad fucked me.” Becca said. “It was like the greatest thing that had happened to me at that time of my life. He truly made love to me. It was much more than just a hot fuck.” I reached between my wife’s legs and stroked the hard nub of her clit.

“That is so cool, Mrs. Compton!” Sasha’s eyes were big, almost as big as her hard nipples. I knew she was watching my finger slip into Becca’s hot slot. “When my dad fucked me, that was what it was, just a hot and heavy fuck. But now he makes love to me. It is so fucking special when he does.”

Things got quiet for a little while as we all thought about what had just happened.

After a while, Trevor asked me if he could talk to me in the house for a second. We excused ourselves for a few minutes.

“Dad, you know the houseboat trip next month? I would like to invite Sasha. Would that be okay with you and mom?”

“Sure Trevor. I think you would be crazy not to invite her. The worst thing that could happen would be that she would say no. The best thing that could happen would be that you and me would get our brains fucked out by not just two but three hot pussies.” I grinned broadly. As we returned to the patio, I could tell that Mr. Johnson approved of the idea a well.

Sasha eagerly accepted the invitation. She looked into my eyes as she got up and gave Becca a hug and a kiss and then sat down on my lap to kiss me. She kissed me hotly, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. Her huge breasts were pressed into my flesh. I couldn’t help it. My cock started to grow again.

She reached down between us and gently massaged my cock and balls, playing with the drop of precum that had presented itself at the tip of the bulbous head. She brought the pearly fluid to her lips. Looking into my eyes, she said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you guys even better.”

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Monday morning, the first thing Emma said was “You have been fucking, haven’t you?”

I have no idea how she knew, but I didn’t try to hide it. I was dying to tell someone about it.

We went to the museum cafe and ordered lattes and chocolate croissants. She looked beautiful and relaxed, wearing a loose cream top and dry-green leggings with high heeled boots. Her thick brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, one of which was uncovered. “Tell me all about it.” She asked. “I am in dire need of a sexy story after that ghastly date on Friday.”

“Why was it ghastly?” I asked, surprised. Last time I saw her, it sounded like she was about to have amazing sex.

“Well, we went to dinner at a very elegant restaurant – you know, the type of place with tiny portions and huge bathrooms. He looked super hot in his muscle shirt, and the conversation veered to sex quite soon. We started talking about experiences and preferences, and he seemed cool. I was quite turned on at this point, and he started touching my leg behind the table. I was super into it, so I let him touch me wherever he wanted… I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress.”

At this point, Emma’s voice lowered and her head joined mine, so no one would hear us. I felt a weird mix of embarrassment and arousal. I have never had a friend confiding on me in this way before.

“I almost had an orgasm sitting at that restaurant, with the lemon ice-cream melting in front of me. But he didn’t go all the way. After dinner we went straight to his place, and that’s when reality stroke.”

“What do you mean?”

“It turns out that we were on different pages. It excited him to to call me a cunt and a slut as he fucked me, and to say all kind of horrid things about me. He couldn’t even keep it up very well, not even with all the dirty talk.

I didn’t wait for him to come. After five minutes of the worst sex I have had in a long time, I just left.” Emma shrugged. “Since then I am even more frustrated than I was.”

She made me tell my library story, which I did in much less detail than hers. She seemed very impressed, though.

“And I thought you were a prude!” She said, smiling. “We are going to have so much fun together! Are you free tonight?” I was.

After work, we left together and headed to the bar where her friends were hanging out. Because it was a Monday, we were pretty much the only customers. It was six of us, in total. There were three men – a couple of tall blond twins, Brad and Chuck; and a younger guy who everyone called Baby. He was quite small, with beautiful eyes and a slender frame. His dark face had exquisite, delicate features, and he spoke in a soft kartal escort and mysterious accent.

There was also a third girl, very pale and slight, with hair so blond it was almost white. She was all in black, wearing leggings and a black top that showed off a spider tattooed over her back. The spider’s sinuous legs wrapped around her shoulder blades and her rib cage, and its body rested delicately over her spine.

Everyone was having cocktails, and two more were ordered for Emma and I as soon as we arrived. I felt warm and fuzzy, sitting with a new group of friends in this new town. Plus, I couldn’t help noticing the twins were fussing a bit too much over me. Emma was talking with the bar attender, who seemed to be a friend of them too. He had a kind face, deep voice and ginger curls. He was tall and large, two massive muscular arms and a bit of a belly. Once midnight struck, he closed the bar and sat down with us. We were all a little bit drunk – the ideal amount. Relaxed but not sleepy, and the atmosphere was very flirtatious.

The barman was teaching Emma how to mix a cocktail, amidst much laughter and tasting. I saw them transferring an ice cube between their mouths, their lips almost touching. Emma giggled and drank some blue and orange potion, as the barman’s hand was slowly going down her spine towards her voluptious arse.

Meanwhile, the blonde girl and Baby started seriously making out. They seem to have forgotten that they weren’t alone, as her hands caressed his crotch and his hands squeezed her breasts and touched her inner thighs.

“Don’t mind them” Chuck said, feeling my uneasiness. “They have been in heat the whole week.”

“They’ve been together for a whole year, and are still on the honeymoom phase.” Brad added, smiling knowingly. “We don’t mind. We are all good friends, we’re used to see this.”

“Really?” I asked, very surprised and also very horny. The girl’s milky white boob had just popped out, and Baby was licking her pearly pink nipple. She moaned softly, but just loud enough to be heard, even with the music.

She seemed to be having such a good time. He slid his dark, slim hand inside her leggings, and her hips started moving slowly. I felt my own pussy heavy with moist, almost achy. I looked away, embarrassed, but no one seemed to notice my arousal. Emma and the barman were now making out behind the bar, and the twins got up to get some more beers from the kitchen.

Left alone, I looked at the horny couple again. I could see Baby’s long cock under his skinny jeans, as his hand moved faster and faster under the girl’s leggins. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs, longing maltepe escort bayan for some relief. How I wished it was my pussy being stroked, and my own pink nipples being sucked. Her face was contorted in ecstasy, and I felt sure she was close to orgasm.

The twins arrived with a fresh drink for me too. “Wow, we just left for five minutes, and this place turned into an orgy!” I followed his stare and I could just make out what was happening. In the darker part of the room, I saw Emma leaning on the counter, the barman’s chest pressed against her back, his hands under her loose cream top. I couldn’t see anything below their waist, since they were behind the counter, but I could see their subtle, rythmic movements, and her expression of pleasure as he kissed her ear and neck. Were they really having sex behind the counter? In front of all of us?

“That’s us three left, then!” Brad said, stretching his arms. “Do you have a boyfriend, Hannah?”

I said I didn’t, but I thought of my lovely time the day before. “Perhaps I will, soon.” I added.

“Well, if that’s so, shall we have some fun before you get a boyfriend?” Chuck asked. Brad stretched his arm behind me, non chalantly, as he drank from the bottle.

I felt nervous, but so aroused. They were both very good looking, and Chuck’s breath on my naked shoulder made me shudder with pleasure. Brad started moving his fingers along my leg, in slow, deliberate motions, and Chuck’s lips touched my shoulder lightly, and moved up my bare neck.

I looked away, deciding what to do. Baby’s girl had lost her trousers and her milky white legs were wrapped around his brown slender body. He had his top off and I could see the defined muscles on his back move under his silky skin. He moved his hips in slow, deliberate movements, and each thrust caused her to close her eyes in ecstasy.

I squeezed my legs again, shivering at the touch of Chuck’s lips, that had found their way to my own trembling mouth. Brad’s hand had moved up my legs, and my pussy ached for his touch. However, the memory of the day before made me stop them.

I got up from my seat, and looked at the twins with a twinge of regret.

“Sorry, guys.” I said, avoiding their disappointed look. “I have to go.”

I left the pub quickly and took my phone out of my bag. My library lover had left his phone number before leaving me. “Haruto”, he had written on my contact list.

I texted him without thinking. “Meet me at my place in 10. Please.”

He hadn’t replied when I got home. I took out my clothes and entered the shower, wondering if he had seen it at all. My whole body was aching for Haruto, escort pendik and Haruto only. I knew no one else who could quench my thirst for pleasure, I longed for his subtle smell, for his precise touch. As the hot water run through my hungry body, I felt my desire grow wildly. I used bath gel on my boobs, my belly, my legs, moaning with pleasure and desire, but avoiding touching my pussy, just in case he would still come. But it was too much. I was too turned on by the night’s events, I couldn’t take it any longer. My pussy was dripping heavily, longing to be touched. Squeezing my legs was more torture than relief.

I was just about to fall into temptation and touch my swollen labia when the bell rung. I almost lost balance, such was my surprise and delight. I threw my thin dressing gown over my shoulders, not even bothering with drying myself. The thin cotton hold to my wet skin, but I didn’t care, and that’s how he saw me as I opened the door.

He must have been surprised to see me like that, dripping water and half naked, but if he wasn’t he didn’t show it. As soon as he entered, my beautiful Japanese god hold me in his strong arms, and I kissed him hungry kisses, my mouth desperate for him. “I am so, so glad I didn’t stay at that pub…” was my last thought before I lost myself in the purest feeling of pleasure. We took his clothes off as we kissed, because we couldn’t stop ourselves. A shiver of pleasure went down my spine as I saw his statuesque body again, as I felt it against mine. He didn’t rush things, though.

He caressed every bit of my body , and each time he touched me, it felt like fire. He kissed and nibbled my boobies, my belly, my back, the inside of my legs. I was half mad with desire, and my lips uttered “Please…” without me even noticing it. Slowly, softly, his hands massaged my whole body, except for my dripping vulva. I opened my legs wide and offered it to him. His strong, slim fingers traced a heavenly route from my thighs to my vulva, and I thought I’d faint as soon as he touched there.

It was the most amazing massage I ever had, his fingers dripping with my juices, moving with such assurance that it was as if he was feeling what I felt. I was just about to orgasm when he stopped. I looked at him as he put on the condom on his beautiful cock, his hands shaking just a little bit. I, too, was shaking, and when he finally entered me, I felt like I had never felt in my whole life. We moved slowly to start with, to make it last, but we were so aroused that the pacing got faster very soon. He could master himself, however – once again, he stopped just before my orgasm, and started moving slowly again.

When we finally came, it was at the same time, and it was glorious. We both moaned loudly as the pure pleasure took our souls, and for that instant, we were really one person only.

The last thought I had, before falling asleep on his arms, was “I never want to let you go…”

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This is an excerpt from a novel I am publishing here at Literotica. Just for fun, I have been releasing some of the sex scenes for those not interested in a long read. Following is a brief setup to the scene.

**********

Gwen Yoshimura’s world is falling apart. Her long time best friend, the Honolulu socialite, Betty Nagata, has cast Gwen out of her life. Distraught by her best friend’s unexplained shunning, Gwen approaches Hawking Detrick, Betty’s handsome boyfriend in hope of finding some answers.

**********

Weeks after my big blowout with Betty, I ran into Hawking Detrick. Well, it was more of a sighting really. I saw him in my post-modern history class. Ironically, it was the very same class that Betty gave me the textbooks for. Hunting for the textbooks in her closet had led to Hawking’s secret porn stash and the porn had somehow led to Betty shunning of me. I could count the times I had met Hawking Detrick on one hand. Although, our last meeting should have made me quite memorable since I had been totally naked, posing for a painting Betty was working on.

His taste in sleazy porn aside, the guy was hot and his face has dominated many of my late night bed fantasies. My latest is me running into him at the end of the history lecture. We would be alone in the lecture hall. He didn’t know who I was so to spark his memory, I strip naked in front of him and then he would say, “Oh yeah … it’s you, Gwen … Betty’s friend.”

Anyway, back in the slightly less absurd real world …

The class was held in a large auditorium. I keep a distance from him. I had no idea what went down between him and Betty and I didn’t have the strength to deal with any more Betty fallout. Also, I was still deeply embarrassed about the naked modeling thing. What I knew about the guy was pretty sketchy: handsome, serious surfer, A grade student … I think.

Like any modern twenty first century woman, I Googled his name. Hawking Detrick-Heinz is his full name but he dropped the Heinz part a while back. It seemed that he was distancing himself form his Grandfather the famous physicist Eisenhower Heinz. Hawking completed his graduate work at San Diego State at the unbelievable age of seventeen. He did his grad studies at George Mason University where he cut his anthropological teeth at important archeological digs in Norfolk and Roanoke. At twenty seven, he is considered brilliant in his field and is now the coordinator for several archeological digs in the Hawaiian Islands. At the university, he wasn’t quite an instructor, more of a long-term guest lecturer at the physical anthropology department. Betty had mentioned his frequent island hopping and I had assumed that he was looking for the endless summer on a surfboard. It was his job that moved him around a lot it seemed.

Even the guy’s love for surfing was way above par. A couple of Google searches told a story of a world-class surfer winning his share of surfing tournaments worldwide. In his interviews, he insisted everyone call him Hawk.

He had an arrest record too. In California, he did two months in jail for chaining himself to the fence of an electrical power plant protesting the plant’s habit of pouring pollutants into a local river. Goggle images popped up with endless shots of the guy looking good on the covers of countless surfing magazines. But I didn’t need Google to tell me that he was hot; I saw that every Tuesday and Thursday for myself in the history department’s main lecture hall.

I made the decision to stop stalking the guy and meet him face to face. So, on the morning of the next post-modern history class, I wore a snug skirt and a nice white top. I even put on my hardly used contacts and some makeup.

Looking good, I thought with a nod as I admired myself in the mirror at home.

“What you up to Japanee girl?” I asked my reflection.

“I simply don’t want to approach him in my usual, grungy, Bohemian state is all,” I answered back.

Yeah right.

At the lecture hall, I sat in a seat behind the row that Hawk usually sat in. My plan was to get his attention before the class started—after that I had no idea. As the minutes oozed by, I fearing that he picked today of all days not to show up. Just as the instructor showed up, Hawk appeared and moseyed to his his habitual spot. I slumped and held a notebook up to cover my face with just my eyes showing. His six-foot form looked good in a light blue polo shirt, khaki shorts and worn sandals. I admired his athletic build; apparently surfing kept him fit. Real fit. His blond hair was a little longish and sun-streaked, his skin a pleasing light bronze.

Since the lecture had already started, I decided to make contact at the end. Before the lecture ended, I slipped out to avoid the bottleneck and found a spot just passed the door to wait for Hawk to emerge. Not accustomed to wearing my contacts, the late morning sunlight made my eyes ache. The double doors of the lecture hall slammed open and students spilled out in a torrent. The flow of people soon turned to a trickle but Hawk wasn’t among them. Apparently he had taken ataşehir escort some other exit out of the building. With dueling emotions of disappointment and relief, I hefted my backpack and made to go just when Hawk exited the building in the company of the instructor, the cool and sexy Professor Piedmont. They stopped a few feet from me to talk.

“Dude, that bit about the Maoists was total bullshit,” Hawk said.

Piedmont laughed. “That’s what history’s all about, dude. The most persistent bullshit gets printed.”

Hawk laughed too.

“See you at Waimeha Sunday,” Piedmont said, waved and walked away.

Hawk turned and walk right into me. He staggered back and said, “Gwen?”

“Hey,” was the best response I could come up with. Then after a silence the size of the Molokai channel, I finally said, “I’m surprised you remember me.”

A microscopic smile appeared on his face that seem to say ‘I never forget a naked body.’

“Betty talked about you all the time,” he said. Evoking Betty’s name made his face flush red. He looked in my eyes then turned his head aside and said, “You know we broke up.”

For weeks I rehearsed a whole slew of things to say to this man, from haughty to demanding, even seductive, but all I manage to squeak out was, “She broke up with me too.”

An unreadable expression clouded his face and neither of us spoke for a long time.

To break the ugly silence, I asked, “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

He didn’t speak for several beats more then he said flatly, “No.”

My heart sank like a stone in water at the rejection.

Then he said, “I’ve had my cup of the day, make it a lemonade?”

My heart soared like a sea turtle in a warm current.

“Sure,” I said.

We headed to a nearby food kiosk and didn’t speak until we were seated on a concrete bench shaded by a monkey pod tree.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your glasses,” he said with a smile.

I liked his smile; it made me want to smile back.

“Well, last time you saw me I’m sure you weren’t looking at my face.”

He smiled and nodded.

Oh-my-God I can’t believe I just said that!

To move the conversation far away from my naked posing I asked, “I thought you were a lecturer? Why are you taking this history class?”

“Charlie Piedmont is a surfer friend of mine and this summer he’s going on a book tour. He’s paying me to critique his lectures to help him get ready for the big show.” After another short pause he said, “Betty told me you found my movie stash.”

“She told you about that, huh?” I sighed internally, glad that it was he that brought up the subject.

He took a sip of lemonade. “Betty said that you were totally freaked by it.”

Months of pent-up anger bubbling in my chest. “I was not!” I said too loudly. My outburst took Hawk by surprise and heads turned in our direction. I stood up, crossed my arms and spoke through clenched teeth. “She and I found the porno movies while looking for some text books. She begged me not to tell anyone and I didn’t. Even when she tossed me aside like a pair of old shoes I kept my mouth shut.” Close to tears, I took a deep breath to calm myself.

“I don’t understand why she’s mad at you. Makes no sense,” Hawk said.

A bit calmer, but no less angry, I sat back down. “I don’t know, but I think it had something to do with her mother. Camille hates me and somehow she talked Betty into dropping me from her life. I know that it sounds fucked up and paranoid but I’ve seen Betty do that to other people just to appease her mother but I never thought that it would happen to me.”

unable to hold them back, the tears came pouring down my cheeks, my contacts swam around in my eyes blurring my vision.

“Why didn’t you blab to the world about the movies after Betty blew you off?” Hawk asked. “She and her mother would have deserved it.”

I wiped at my eyes with the back of my forearm. Unexpectedly, Hawk handed me a handkerchief. I took it and after a rude snort of my nose, said, “I didn’t know people still carry handkerchiefs.”

“Habit I got from my granddad,” Hawk said simply.

“Eisenhower Heinz, the physicist right?” I asked.

Hawk nodded but didn’t elaborate. I found that odd. “He wrote all those papers on time and relativity and wormholes and stuff.”

Hawk shrugged, clearly he didn’t want to talk about his famous grandfather. If Eisenhower Heinz were my grandfather you couldn’t stop me from bring him up every other sentence. Must be some bad blood there I figured so I backed off.

I got out my contact kit and took the stupid things out of my eyes. “There are rumors flying around that you and I are sneaking around Betty’s back,” I said as I put on my no-nonsense Buddy Holly glasses.

Hawk looked surprise. In fact, he looked a bit dismayed. I guess the rumors never came his way, probably because he didn’t share the same friends as Betty and I do. I’m sure that Betty didn’t start the rumors,” I said. “I blame it on her mom.” In my angry state I wasn’t about to concede anything kadıköy escort bayan to my ex-friend so I quickly added, “When it came to her mom’s will Betty has no backbone. I bet she let her mother plant in her rich kid’s head that YOU having an affair with ME, her best friend, was less damaging in the public eye then YOU whacking off to a thousand porno movies.”

Hawk looked around to see if anyone had heard me.

“I’m sorry!” I said quickly. “You want to go somewhere more private to compare notes on Betty and her evil conniving mother?”

With an expression that I could only decipher as confused, he said, “I have a class to teach. I’ll take you to dinner tonight—if that’s okay?”

I smiled. It was totally fine with me.

**********

That evening at the Colombia Inn in Kaimuki, I sat across from Hawk. He looked good in faded jeans, a tasteful blue and silver silk aloha shirt and Birkenstock sandals. I wore a denim skirt cut just above the knees, a snug black top and enough makeup for aesthetic appeal. I had abandoned the contacts settling for the comfort of my glasses in anticipation of more crying.

Over big bowls of Japanese noodle soup called saimin locally, we talked about Betty. Hawk tried to sound casual about his relationship with her, but I could tell that he held a deep, honest affection for her.

“Betty’s father hated my guts,” he said. “He never once tried to hide his contempt for me, but Camille adored me and gushed whenever I visited.”

“Really?” I said close to shock at that bit of news. We had polar opposite relationships with Betty’s parents apparently. Her father treated me like family but Camille always looked at me like something she had accidentally stepped in. The talk moved on to other subjects. The guy was funny, charming and really smart. After dinner Hawk drove me home in a giant white Ford Bronco.

“This gas guzzling monster is not my choice,” Hawk said in defense of his car. “The department provides me transportation. Some of the sites I have to get too are only assessable with four-wheel drive.” We pulled into my street.

Not wanting to end the evening just yet, I asked, “You wanna talk some more?”

He went quiet and I was sure he was going to say no. After all he’s an instructor and I a student, not to mention the fact that he dated my best friend less than a month ago.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked at the next stop sign.

In no mood for a bar or anyplace public, I directed him to a little park that overlooked the city. The park had been the number one make out site of my youth. A particular night flashed into my head of me and Aaron Fernandez kissing at a concrete picnic table in a drunken, giggly state with the Honolulu city lights as a backdrop. Aaron and I never told anyone about that night for technically, he was dating Betty at the time.

Hawked parked in the tiny parking lot of the little park. A weird dizziness enveloped me as we got out of the Bronco. The dizziness quickly passed as we walked to the infamous concrete picnic table. We sat side by side at a respectable distance, with the table to our backs, the memory of the kiss with Aaron, the darkness and Hawk’s closeness triggered a strong urge to touch him. On the heels of the urge came a powerful wave of raw sexual craving for the man.

I closed my eyes to the city lights below us to collect myself. The night was a little cool for the islands, somewhere in the low seventies perhaps, a tiny breeze made it even cooler. Then I felt warm all over as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud. But it was after ten in the evening? How could that be? I opened my eyes to find myself bathed in sunlight and looking down at a lush river valley. Shafts of orange and red light struck the foliage covered cliff walls around me.

What the fuck?

I turned my head to look around but the swooning returned. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop my head from spinning. My head settled and I opened my eyes again. I was back in the hills overlooking the Honolulu city lights on a chilly picnic bench. The vision was brief but powerful—and so amazingly real! My heart raced a million miles an hour. Am I losing it? Overriding the panic of my mental state was the longing for the man sitting next to me. It was powerful, raw, not right but totally consuming. To keep from slipping into a state of panic, I said the first thing that came into my head, “You still have the box of porn you left at Betty’s?”

“No,” he said.

“That was a shit load of porn,” I went on rudely persuaded the subject still reeling from my weird—hallucination? Vision?

“No more than most guys,” he said.

“No Hawk, that was a lot of porn.”

He laughed. “Well maybe,” he conceded.

I Laughed too and the laughter seemed to sooth my mind a bit. In fact with every passing second the weird little vision lost its potency allowing my freaky desire for the guy to to take center stage.

I asked, “Since we’re on the subject, can I ask you about the movies?” I heard him shift in discomfort. “I’m not trying to be mean, but escort maltepe ever since I saw the your box of movies, I’ve been sort of curious as to why guys like that kind of stuff.” It was more a fixation then curiosity, but I kept that to myself.

“This is not the kind of thing a guy feels comfortable talking about, especially with a beautiful woman,” he said.

His comment took me off guard and I was glad for the dark because my face must be beat red with embarrassment—and excitement. Silence followed. Just when I was about to apologize for my rudeness of bring up the subject he spoke.

“What do you want to know?”

“Um … wow … Why facial cumshots?”

“Why do guys like that kind of stuff?”

Why do you like it? I really wanted to ask but didn’t. Keep things general, my lizard brain warned me. Don’t come across as accusing and scare him off! But my logical side just wouldn’t back off and said, “You had several movies just about facial cum shots and it’s plain that it turns you on.” I cringed.

“You saw the box, it was full of my weird fetish cravings. So break out the feminist handbook and bash away,” Hawk said.

So much for keeping it general! Lizard brain complained. No making out tonight!

Because of the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or joking. I silently cursed my feminist indoctrination.

“Sorry,” I said and reached out to brush his shoulder. The feel of him made me want to … lick him … any part of him. I removed my hand to short circuit the urge to shoved my tongue in his ear. A little shaken by the spike of hot lust, I stupidly continued my questioning about his porn stash. “When was the first time you realized you liked the…um … facial thing?”

Oh my god you stupid cow! My lizard brain screamed. Get off the subject!

“I thought you were an art major not a psych major?” he joked.

Apparently incapable of changing the subject, I kept at it, “Truly, I wanna know. “

He laughed. “This is all off the record and you can’t use my name,” he said.

“Deal,” I said. “Os off the record, tell me about The Best of Butt Fuckers 4?”

He covered his face with his hands and moaned theatrically.

“Do you own The Best of Butt Fuckers 1, 2 and 3?” I persisted.

He moaned again.

I laughed. “Sorry, just tell me about the facial thing.”

He dropped his hands from his face and spoke.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. It started a few years ago when I was a grad at San Diego State. A bunch of us guys got together to drink beer and watch some porn. The porn was interesting at first, but we watched so much of it that the edge wore off and the beer became the true center of the party with the porn rolled on in the background.”

He stretched out his long legs and leaned back on his elbows next to me on the concrete picnic table. I kept my eyes on the city lights for it took all the willpower I had not to swing a leg over his lap, kiss his face and grind my crotch against any part of him.

He continued. “At some point in the evening, I glanced at the TV and saw a freckled redhead on the screen enthusiastically going down on two guys. She was pale, pretty with long red hair and a slim figure. She reminded me of someone I knew.”

It reminded me of someone I knew too. Venus, the redheaded model I posed nude with for Betty’s painting. I remember Hawk liking how she looked. It annoyed me how that redhead chick seems to be popping up in my life lately.

Hawk continued. “The scene in the movie was an orgy and kept switching from the redhead and two other sets of couples making it. I focused on the movie anticipating the scenes with the redhead. As is the way of all porn films, the money shots started and when it got to the redhead’s turn, the two guys she was blowing ejaculated on her face.”

A delicious tingling that started at my fingertips spread throughout my body. The degrading fetish wasn’t what was turning me on. It was Hawk and the obvious sexual tautness in his voice that had me going. “Tell me in detail,” I prompted, wanting to hear him speak more.

With a crisp edge to his voice, he said, “One of the guys she was blowing stepped back with his erection in his hand and shot a load of semen down the middle of her freckled face from her chin, over her lips, up the left side of her nose and on to her forehead. A small pool gathered under her left eye. The guy had let loose five shots in all … I counted. The second guy pushed into the scene and unloaded on the left side of her forehead. A lot spattered into her hair … I liked that. The redhead laughed and looked down at the mess of fluid that had dripped onto her freckled breasts and said, ‘It’s everywhere,’ then she gave the camera a big grin.”

I was impressed (and a little disturbed) by the detail he gave. Either he’d seen the movie several times after the party or he had a very keen memory. My first twinges of doubt surfaced about what I was doing with this beautiful stranger. Also, I had to sternly reminded myself, this guy was my ex-best friend’s lover and she dumped him for having a huge filthy pron collection. Yet, underlining the doubt was the simple fact that Hawk turned me on. I wondered if he had an erection right now. A drunken conversation with Betty surfaced in my head. She had told me that Hawk’s penis was way above average; pushing nine inches.

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Chapter 6.

Raymond appeared through the door of the canteen, he maintained a low profile as he sauntered to a table near to the food counter and watched the antics with the pride of a well-run ship.

Raymond just sat quietly on a spare chair at a table occupied by members of his sales staff. His company was a good place to work, the workers all knew him well and he was well respected because of and not despite his well-known homosexuality.

He carried himself well as a man and even the homophobic workers could not help liking him in the way that some racists make exceptions.

He knew that even Jane was enjoying the banter and none of it caused any offense, his staff knew that he loved a joke but had no tolerance of bullying. He had negotiated that fine line between being a kill joy and political correctness, if I am still allowed to use such and outdated term.

Geraldine arrived with nothing less the than the entrance of an Extinction Level Event. “What is all this noise, how am I supposed to concentrate of the cash flow forecasts with this… What are all these pictures around the walls? who the..?, what has she..?, They’re disgusting, who’s put these up? You it’s you.” She bellowed with the finesse of a hippopotamus moments before it kills another curious tourist and pointed at Jane.

Raymond buried his head in his hands and shook his head. He fucking hated, no I mean really, really fucking hated his sister. They had jointly inherited the business from their dad and as second generation business owners the only thing that had held it all together was Raymond. He decided to remain quiet and take strategic advantage of his sister’s fucking lack of personality.

“Come here you, what’s your name, not that it matters, Human Resources will have you escorted off the premises in the next 10 minutes.” She bellowed in front of a silent audience who despised the bitch, not quite as much as Raymond did, but if witch burning was still legal in Britain, she would have a life expectancy which could be measured in the time it takes to build a bonfire.

Raymond had seen enough, he had briefly formed a plan, the details he would work out with Joanne and Jane, but he needed them both off site for a while. “Geraldine,” he called out, from the quiet spot he had been occupying, “Shut the fuck up you fucking fuck wit.”

Geraldine, stood motionless, despite her poor man management in the past, this was a public display of bullying beyond anything that had gone before.

“Right, Geraldine, Joanne, Jane, my office now and no one’s been fired,” he said in a firm, commanding voice which was loud, but not shouted. With that he left the canteen and was briskly followed by Jane and Joanne who had their heads down in utter terror and embarrassment.

The three of them sat in Raymond’s office waiting for Geraldine, who made a point of defying her brother and boss, when she arrived 15 minutes after everyone else she breezed in with a mug of coffee and scoffed at Jane and Joanne.

Before Geraldine could launch into a self-righteous defense of her outrageous behavior and vilify Jane, Raymond stated flatly, “I’m going to suspend Jane and Joanne on full pay for 2 weeks, while this situation is investigated, any essential testing will have to be conducted by management.”

Geraldine smirked as though she had managed to get her way by bullying again, “well Raymond I’m glad that the directors of the company have shown unity.”

Raymond returned the smirk, “I will get Yvonne to escort Jane and Joanne off site, but I’m going to ask you to refrain from leaving the accounts department ever again, unless I give you permission,” he finished without a hint of emotion, the way people who hate each other do.

Geraldine turned on her heel and stormed out, knowing that her temper had cost her, she resented Raymond’s more senior position in the business, but he wasn’t a liar and he meant what he said.

With that, Raymond rose and shut the office door, he picked the phone up and was dialing when Yvonne knocked on the door and peered in, “are you telepathic?” He asked looking at the phone.

“I just waited till she’d gone” she said quietly, resisting the urge to look round to see if Geraldine was listening at the door.

“Right I need a meeting,” Raymond said then pressing the intercom button spoke to his secretary, “get me Darren in here and a pot of coffee as soon as possible and I want you to contact John at the micro motor manufactures and have them available for a tel-conference in 30 minutes.”

“Don’t worry girls, I like you both a lot, which is more than I can say for my sister, your future here is as solid as a cock. Geraldine is going to get some comeuppance for her outburst this time and you’re going to help me.”

Darren was sat in the office bewildered by what he was being asked to do, “No, 5 inches, 125mm girth is the maximum we still have tooling for and 330mm is the longest that can accommodate any kind of vibration into it.”

The phone rang, it was the escort ataşehir teleconference call, “Hi Raymond, we’ll be able to supply the 32 watt digital motors in the numbers you require, in two weeks if that fits in with your testing schedule.”

“Hi John, how’s the fishing been this week?”

John sounded a bit deflated, “I didn’t get to go, wife told me to clear the garage out.”

“Sorry to hear that John,” John always launched straight into business when he had been harangued into domestic chores and missed out on his fishing, Raymond knew him from old and whenever they spoke John would start by talking of his weekends fishing if he had managed to do any.

“There’s been some upset here that’s set back the testing,” explained Raymond.

“What’s Geraldine done now?” Whenever Raymond led with the subject of upset, Geraldine was always at the root.

“Same shit, different day, the reason I wanted to speak was to ask if the digital micro motors come in larger sizes.”

“They sure do, how big were you thinking of?” asked a now interested John. He knew Raymond’s tone, he was up to something.

“I’m going to ask you to discuss that with Darren, basically they’re to go into the 125mm girth 330mm long vibrating dildo.” Said Raymond with an angry edge, “don’t worry about power supply we can have an external transformer for this, I’ll just need to know the power rating in total.”

When Jane and Joanne emerged from the meeting, they had witnessed a man plot revenge for years of utterly wanton shit behavior, because she had been given a directorship and had never had to work for it.

Jane and Joanne were asked to leave the premises and promised that they would be reinstated as soon as Geraldine had been brought down a peg.

Chapter 7.

With both the product testers suspended from duty, day to day life at the company was subdued, it appeared that Geraldine had won. Raymond was busily working behind the scenes however, he had got a leading high street chain of adult shops who had done business with them periodically, but had difficulty resolving small accounts errors as Geraldine had insisted on calling them, to return a favor.

Their purchasing manager had suddenly shown interest in a new huge dildo which she had seen a prototype of and wanted to order. It was a really good order too if they could make the deadline.

Raymond was telling Geraldine about the amount of money it could generate if they could get it tested in time and push it into production. But it wasn’t going to happen, they had no one to test it.

“Surely there must be some one?” snapped Geraldine.

“No one will work in that department. You keep sacking them, why don’t you test it, but please don’t fucking sack yourself.” Said an exasperated Raymond.

Geraldine for once was speechless, Raymond was never unnecessarily rude and Geraldine had taken advantage of his good nature all his life, she was most likely borderline Sociopath.

“We would have made 120% Gross profit on the order as well, it would have made us a fortune,” Raymond finished almost feeling the resignation he was feigning.

Geraldine took the bait, the idea of losing money was too much for her to bear.

“OK I’ll test it, what’s involved?” Geraldine said, knowing that nothing was beyond her capability.

“We don’t have to worry too much about the technical tests, they’ve all been done previously on similar models. It’s the 4 minute full power test which is unavoidable.”

“What I just have to use it on myself for 4 minutes and that’s it?” scoffed Geraldine.

“That’s it.” Summed up Raymond.

“Why do we employ people to do this then?” wondered Geraldine.

“I really wonder why some people here keep their jobs,” agreed Raymond pointedly.

Geraldine entered the human test room a week later with a small suitcase, packed with enough essentials for a short weekend break. Raymond was waiting, with a cup of coffee.

“What are you doing here?” Demanded Geraldine.

“You need to have someone here, working alone regulations and it’s in our health and safety procedures that testing is done accompanied,” replied a downcast looking Raymond.

“Does it have to be you, I know you’re not a man, but I would prefer a woman,” she sniped.

Raymond let it go, “I was going to spare your feelings, but I’m not sure you have any, I asked every woman in the company, if they would take my place, please,” Raymond looked directly at his sister as he lied to her and began to have regrets, she couldn’t help the way she was, “no one would to do it.”

Geraldine didn’t look surprised.

Raymond held a very simple view about the differences in people, which is no one can help the genetic deck they’re shuffled. Since sex, skin color and sexuality are all caused by our genes it’d be wrong to dislike someone on that basis.

He took this view further, odd people with autism, even horrible people with sociopathic disorders like Donald Trump really could not help kadıköy escort it. Sure sociopaths could be unpleasant, often dangerous and often held extreme views. But to be intolerant of Donald Trump would bring us closer to his level of insanity.

He was going ahead with this because Geraldine needed to be punished, at least sociopaths understood the threat of consequences. “Have you brought a bath robe, I don’t have to see anything, just be here?”

“Yes I brought my silky robe and my toweling shower robe, now if you don’t mind I’d like to get changed.” said Geraldine ushering Raymond out of the room.

It took Geraldine 20 minutes to get prepared, she was reclined on the chaise lounge wearing the silky robe when Raymond was beckoned to return.

His sister was not completely ugly, when he had seen her relaxed or asleep she was quite pretty, but she held her face in an uncomfortable grimace or scowl for the majority of her waking hours.

Her body was hidden by the silk which clung to her skin, but she looked in great shape, a thought that Raymond did dwell occasionally because of their history. She was not a slim woman, but not massively overweight. Curvaceous may have been stretching the point, but the bulges were very womanly.

Raymond looked away and tried to banish the thoughts of her breasts to the hidden recesses of his mind.

He offered his sister a large bottle of lube and plugged the power supply in, concentrating on the task in hand which was to teach this woman with a personality disorder a lesson.

The dildo had two wires protruding from it’s base, one was the power lead, the other a controller with a simple rotary switch. This switched the dildo on and controlled its speed. For a rapidly bodged prototype it looked very professional.

The main shaft had thick veins, the bulbous crown slanted and tapered in that distinctive way everyone is familiar with. Its size was impressive, not the maximum size permitted by the standards, but very challenging.

Raymond stepped away and sat on the fucking machine with his back to Geraldine, have you ever wanted to have ago on any of this equipment sis?” He asked cautiously.

“Never mind want to, I’ve tried most of it already. I’ve got keys and the security code remember. I’ve spent quite a few lonely nights being fucked on that very machine,” she boasted, “I’m surprised that you haven’t.”

Raymond cautiously removed himself from the fucking machine and found a stool to perch on. He took a quick peek at his sister to determine whether she had started. To his complete horror Geraldine was lying with her legs wide open and had introduced a third or so of the massive dildo into her cunt.

He quickly remembered the timer, “the timer” he blurted, and set it up as Joanne had showed him when he had visited Jane’s flat keeping his back to his masturbating sister.

“Ohh fuck, Ohhh that’s good, look at me brother,” Geraldine said with lust dripping off every word.

“I’ve forgotten about the timer,” Raymond stated as flatly and as disinterested he could manage, fumbling to set the countdown to 4 minutes.

“Arrggh Oooh, fuck the timer, look how deep I’ve pushed this dildo,” Geraldine urged.

“That’s it, the timers ready when you’re ready to start the vibrator,” pleaded Raymond.

“I’m just, OOOooohh, Arrrghh, Ooooh, Aaaarrrgghhh, getting, OOOoooohhh, warmed upPPOOOoohh,” replied Geraldine from a better place than Raymond was in.

Raymond looked finally, his curiosity of why Geraldine was making all this noise was annoying him and he had never considered she would actually enjoy fucking such a big cock.

The sight that met Raymond was astonishing. Geraldine looked beautiful, for a woman. Her robe was wide open and the dildo was slowly being pushed in to her snatch nearly all the way before being more rapidly withdrawn and pushed in again.

Geraldine had both hands on the dildo and was staring wide eyed at Raymond staring wide eyed at her impaled cunt, “that’s it brother, OOooohh, watch your sister, Aaargghhh, wank.”

Their eyes met and all the scowling malevolence had left Geraldine’s face, replaced by lust and physical exertion, she looked stunning and memories of their more carefree childhood were rekindled.

Raymond had thought that he had hated his sister all his adult life, but the memories of adolescence were the strongest that he had, all of us hold strong passionate memories of adolescence. It’s the time of our first love and why those memories are so cherished in all of us.

Geraldine still held Raymond in awe despite her resentment, he was reliable and had never let her down and her reasons for her behavior to him were her jealousy. His sister was only 20 months older than Raymond and had taken his virginity when he was only 13.

He had been terrified of the emotions he had experienced as a growing young man and had failed to hide his sexuality in the later years of his schooling. It had been hell. Here he was, about to take revenge maltepe escort bayan on someone he would once have died for. His first love. He could not carry on with this diabolical plan, this wasn’t him.

Geraldine’s eyes were glassy and unfocused she was building to an orgasm. Raymond had decided to stop his plan and just wished things back the way they were 15 years previously. He went and sat on the chaise lounge and massaged his sister’s tits through her silky robe.

He would help get her off as he had done years before when they were kids and tell her the truth.

“Geraldine listen to me for once,” he said looking down into her unfocused eyes, “we haven’t been close in years and I’ve tricked you.”

“How?” asked Geraldine focusing her eyes on Raymond, but still masturbating and breathing rapidly, gasping harshly, she was close.

“Please listen and try to understand,” he implored, still massaging her tits and twirling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, “I know you’re going to cross but I think you might be have a sociopathic disorder.”

“I know I’m a sociopath,” moaned Geraldine, “I don’t want to be disliked, especially by you, but I can’t help the way I behave sometimes,” her explanation was heart felt, she slowed the pace with the dildo.

“Don’t turn the dido on, it’s been fitted with ridiculously over powered motors to punish you,” confessed Raymond still massaging his sisters tits and looking into her initially disbelieving eyes.

“Have I been that bad you’d punish me?” she implored, Raymond saw the beginnings of human understanding.

“Yes, you’ve upset a lot of people and I don’t think you’ve gained from it much,” he truthfully told her as he gently pinched her nipples, “I just want the Geraldine back who loved me as a teenager.”

“Do I deserve it,” she asked firmly, looking Raymond directly in the eye, her hands had stilled.

“Raymond, hold me, hug me,” she whispered.

Raymond lent down and held his sister for the first time in years. They pressed their cheeks together, Geraldine’s arms still held the vibrator. “Don’t let me go Raymond,” Geraldine whispered.

Raymond heard an electrical switch click and he felt slow powerful vibrations through Geraldine’s breasts, the frequency of the vibrating increased, Geraldine gasped and cried out somewhere between pain and ecstasy.

The frequency increased further, most of surface of Geraldine’s body was rippling. The closer to her cunt the greater the ripples. The parts of Geraldine that was in contact with Raymond buzzed against him or transferred the ripples to his body where the contact was firmer.

A long inarticulate gasp approaching a scream, constantly flowed from Geraldine’s lungs and her hips pounded up and down as involuntary spasms seized her. Her head moved up and sideways and down randomly.

“eehhhgg hollldd mee ttiiiggghtt,” she pleaded as even her voice vibrated.

The vibrations became even more intense, then a second later impossibly intense as Geraldine turned the remote all the way up.

She screamed and gasped and wet herself, a stream of piss showered the base of the dildo, there was the strong sweet smell of human shit as she evacuated her bowels.

Waves of vibrations traveled down her thighs and up her torso making her tits and even Raymond’s skin ripple. If Raymond had been able to see his sister’s pussy now, he would have been able to see down the edge of the dildo deep inside Geraldine’s cunt as its edges buzzed and pushed her opening wider than was imaginable. There appeared to be a half inch gap all around the dildo before Geraldine’s cunt started.

The screams became hoarse, Geraldine dropped the remote and concentrated both hands at holding the dildo deep inside her. Apart from the ripples and the rapid involuntary pounding of her hips, Geraldine remained remarkably still. After around 40 seconds of full power, Raymond broke his hold of his sister and quickly lent down, turning the remote control off.

He then withdrew the dildo from his sisters cunt, almost crying “enough, oh god Geraldine enough, you’ll do yourself permanent harm.”

Geraldine looked brain dead when he looked into her face, she was breathing hard and sweat or piss covered her entire body. He lent close to her face and kissed his sister for the first time in at least ten years.

He kissed her lips again and again then lifting his head looking into his sisters still glassy eyes asked, “Why Geraldine, I told you it was too powerful?”

“I never stopped wanting you,” she croaked seemingly on the edge of consciousness, “Why did you have to be gay? You’re the only one who ever loved me.”

“Same reason you had to be a psychopath, honey.” replied a relieved Raymond.

“We can’t sell this toy, even a psycho would think it’s too extreme, have I shit myself?”

“Sorry yes, I’ll get some toilet paper,” with that Raymond got up and cleaned up the worst of the mess, flushing it down the toilet. He returned and helped his sister up, stripped off her robe and helped her into the shower.

She had difficulty standing and Raymond stripped off and helped to shower her. When Geraldine was clean and mainly recovered, being held in her brother’s arms, she inclined her head and sought his lips with hers.

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I was still in a bit of a fog I made my way into the completely trashed living room. As I looked around it was even worse than I remembered it. There where takeout boxes, dirty dishes, and random crap everywhere. I figured I had better get started before my mom came in and slapped the shit out of me again. That was something I could do without. So I started cleaning like my life depended on it. I would be mom’s little house maid bitch if that would keep her from slapping me silly.

As I worked around in the living room I could still feel were my mom’s fingers had fucked my ass. Just thinking about this made my little cock hard again. I wended to stop and start jerking off right then and there, but I figured it really would piss mom off if she caught me. The fact that I was wearing an incredibly hot little maid outfit did not help much. I had never thought about dressing up like a girl, or maybe down deep I did; all I know is that it made me horny as hell. I really liked it; I loved the way I felt as I cleaned the house.

I did not stop at the living room; I cleaned the house room by room. The only room I did not clean was my mother’s room, there was no way I was going to disturb her. When I got to the bathroom I found my mom’s gym bag. I was going to take out her gym cloths and wash them, but when I pulled out her still sweat soaked panties bursa escort I could not believe how good they smelled. The mix of her sweat and pussy juice was like heaven. I took a deep smell and my hand immediately went to rubbing my rock hard cock through my silky little panties. I quickly put the rest of her cloths in the wash and made my way back to my room and closed the door. I lay on my back with one hand stroking my hard little dick and the other one pushing my mom’s wet panties in to my face. As I stroked my cock I thought about earlier how my mother had sucked me off and finger fucked me at the same time. Just the thought was making me crazy. Rolling over I put my face in to her panties and slid one finger in my ass and jacked my dick for all I was worth. In no time I felt my nuts explode with load after load of my hot cum all over my bed. Existed I collapsed onto the bed my face still in my mom’s panties and me in a puddle of my own cum.

I awoke to a shock of pain across my bare ass. In utter shock I looked up to see my mother just as her second smack hit may ass. I tried to scramble away but she caught me by my pony tail, and held my head back down on to the mattress.

“You little bitch, no one told you, you could jack you little dick off, and what the hell are you doing with my dirty nasty panties?” my mom said in a less than bursa escort bayan pleased tone.

I tried to explain that I could not help it that her panties smelled so good and that I had gotten so hard it hurt.

“You like the smell of my pussy you little sissy bitch?” she replied.

“Yes mama” was all I could say.

“Good, then lay back and clean me up. Let’s see just how much you like the taste of it”. Mom said.

My mother then pushed me back down on to the bed and straddled my face. I promptly went to licking her sweet hot pussy. My tongue was all over the place, in and out of her slit then tracing around her big throbbing clit. I could tell I was doing a good job as she started grinding on my face.

“Yes Reylin that’s it baby lick momma’s wet fuck hole. Lick my clit baby, don’t stop make momma cum” She moaned.

I could feel her legs shaking as she was rocking in my face, and then I felt a gush of her sweet tangy juice all over my face. I licked and sucked every drop I could. As she slumped forward I reach down to touch my cock, I was so fucking turned on that I felt like my balls would explode. Unfortunately my mother saw this and I felt her hand smack me across my cock and hand.

“I never said that you could touch yourself! You will learn, that you are only allowed to cum when I say so. Do you understand escort bursa me young lady”. She said with a demanding voice

Again all I could say was “Yes mama”.

With a satisfied look on her face, and a bit of a grin she said “Good, now roil over on all fours and stay that way until I get back”.

With that she left the room and I quickly got on all fours and waited for her return. Which was not long, she came in the door with what I thought looked like a strange dildo of some sort. Turns out it was a butt plug for yours truly. Mom slipped the butt plug in and out of her dripping wet pussy to lube it up, then without warning slid it in to my tight young ass. I groaned, but I really don’t know if it was from pain, or pleasure. My dick was dripping precum like crazy, and I wanted so badly to cum, but I know mom would slap me if I even tried.

“Now” my mom said. “Get up, and clean yourself up so we can go shopping. You did such a nice job on the house last night that momma wants to treat her little girl to some new cloths”.

Go out I thought, oh hell no. It was one thing to be dressed up like a sexy little girl at home, but to go out in public is a whole different ball game. I started to complain, then looked in to my mother’s eyes and thought I had better not. So I got up and made my way to the shower. With every step I could feel the butt plug moving in my ass and precum dripping from my rock hard cock. I am not sure what to make of all that was happening; but I figured if I knew what was good for me, I would be the best little girl mom could imagine.

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By the time Julie was 20 and I was 23 it was apparent that our parents’ marriage was in big trouble. This should have come as no surprise, and I really think it affected me more than her. They’d never been around much. I’d actually raised Julie myself. We’d been sleeping together ever since I was 21 and she was 18, when she’d begun giving me blowjobs. We were often alone in the house and once we started doing that, it seemed we wanted to do it all the time.

My senior year at city college was very stressful for me, and maybe because Julie was a Psychology Major herself, she always seemed to know what would ease my stress. Many times she’d massage my back and shoulders and often would kneel in front of me, smile as I’d put down my pen or book, unfasten my pants, and she’d say something like: “I know what you need, Rick.”

I’d smile back; the thought of stopping her never entered my mind. For some reason, she just loved sucking my cock. And we got to where we’d pause in the evenings, I’d say “Hey, Julie”, she’d smile like the little mind reader she is, and lovingly take hold of my stiff cock. She’d enthusiastically suck me deeply into her throat until I’d give her my reward. It seemed to me that this was her favorite pass time! And yeah, ok, it’s mine as well.

Anyway by that time, my parents had had enough of each other. My mother was packing to move back to her hometown about a hundred miles away. I walked into a big argument one day; it wasn’t my father she was arguing with, it was Julie! This is really surprising to me, you never hear Julie argue with anyone. But it was soon clear that Mom wanted her to accompany her in her flight from Dad and our house. Julie was adamant; “I’m in school, Mom. I can’t move.” Soon as she spotted me standing in the doorway, she enlisted me to come to her defense just with her eyes. bursa escort

“She’s over 20, Mom, You can’t make her move.”

“Well, I wasn’t trying to Make her.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” Julie said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fine!” Mom snapped the last suitcase shut and said, “Will you two help carry these to my car?”

I swear it was like living in a movie. Then Julie and I waved to her as she drove away. She never even looked back. This part of the movie you’d expect to see me turn, hold and comfort Julie. What happened, though, is she turned to me, put her arms around me and I cried on her shoulders.

We walked back into the house just as the phone was ringing. Julie said,”Hi, Dad, yeah, she’s gone. Ok, sure. No, that’s all right, we’re fine. Yes. Yes. Ok, bye.”

“Dad’s staying in the city.”

I don’t know what my face looked like right then but it must’ve touched something in her. “You look like you need to hit something.”

“Huh? Yeah, I guess maybe I do.” She handed me a wooden spoon from the counter. I took it in my hand, and she promptly dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, bent over the counter and said, “Ok, Rick, go ahead. Hit my ass and think about Dad.”

Part of me wanted to say ‘that’s crazy.’ But the part of me connected to my hand thought it was a great idea. I started whacking her ass, thinking of all the times Dad was never around. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he had another woman. This lasted for a few minutes, as Julie was making little noises; then I stopped for a minute and said, “You ok?”

“Yeah, now hit my ass some more and think about Mom.” This time it just felt Good. All my anger and frustration came out and was applied vigorously right onto Julie’s ass. Smack!! Smack!! How did she know this would make me feel better? Ok, Ok, she’s a psych bursa escort bayan major. Plus a mind reader.

I put the spoon back on the counter. She was crying, I was crying, we held each other for a minute then I led her into the living room and sat her on the couch. I guess she thought I wanted a blowjob, but no, this time I want to eat her pussy. I knelt in front of her; she was already naked from the waist down. I scooted her toward the edge of the couch, held her ass in my hands. God, it was still warm from the spanking. I began licking her pussy lips, running my tongue in and around the folds and ridges. Oh! She was moaning with pleasure.

“Please fuck me, Rick. I’ve been on the pill for some time now.”

“Really? And you never told me? I should really spank you for that!”

“Well, you enjoy the blowjobs so much, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to fuck me yet.”

“Honey, you can still suck my cock, but I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time.” I helped her to her feet and we went upstairs to my bed. She just had to take off her tee shirt. I undressed and we got into bed. It was still afternoon but my room’s on the east side of the house, so it wasn’t too sunny.

I went back to eating her sweet luscious pussy. She came on my face and then said, “That was marvelous.” I wiped off my face on the sheet and took her into my arms. “Is it going to hurt much?”

“Not as much as that spanking.”

“Oh, Ok, I liked that! No one’s ever cared enough about me to give me a good spanking.”

“Well sweetheart, you might not like the fucking much at first, but I’ll be patient. I want you to like it.”

“I’m not scared of anything with you, Rick.”

She was already wet, between the spanking, which seems to have that effect, and coming on my face. I started caressing her all over and escort bursa fingering her wet juicy cunt. Oh, yeah, this was going to be sweet.

“Ok, Rick how long are you going to make me wait? I already feel like I’ve been waiting for a long time.” I was thinking, Dang, Julie this is the last time you’ll be a virgin, but it’s like her urgency made me want it quickly, too. I positioned my cock right into her pussy a little ways, and held onto her, not like she was going anywhere. “Oh, Honey, oh, yeah.” I pushed up into her and she just had a surprised, “OH My!”

Oh, my is right, this was great. She wasn’t protesting or complaining, so I just kind of took it slow. I mean I’ve only had real sex a couple times myself, but with Julie, it didn’t feel like something dirty, it just felt……right.

“Oh, Yes, Rick, oh, yes!” I was going faster and faster until I knew I was coming and nothing in this world was going to stop me. I shot all over, inside her, running outside her, she was just looking at me like she couldn’t believe all these confusing feelings. I laid on her, not all my weight, of course, but like I was exhausted. Yeah, I know, but I can’t let her know it’s taken so much out of me, right?

“That was fun! Can we do that again sometime?” This was the same thing she said after our first blowjob. “Sure, honey, just not this minute. “Ok,” she just looked at me.

After she gave me the first blowjob, though, I felt like a king, held her in my arms as if to reassure her everything was going to be all right. This time, though, she was feeling like the royalty, and I laid in her arms, she held me close and said, “It’s going to be ok, Rick, isn’t it? I mean, Dad and Mom have abandoned us, but we’re still in our home and we still have each other.” I was listening to her words, though they weren’t quite connecting to my brain.

“Yeah, honey, we’ll be all right.” I felt like I’d been turned inside out, and she was grinning. Grinning, I swear it, like the contented cat or something. She just hugged me closer, and that’s all I remember.

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