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I’d always spent my summers working in Daddy’s insurance office, at least since I turned sixteen I did. I’d type and answer phones and run errands and clean up and generally make myself useful. That was in addition to taking care of everything at home. See, Mom died when I was thirteen, and, well, it’s been just me and Daddy ever since, so I had to learn pretty quick how to take care of things. It was just him and me, and he did a pretty good job of being both a mom and a dad to me.

Well, I went away to college this year and things changed a little for me. I’d dated and everything in high school, but never let the boys I was with do much. Except for Bobby. We kind of grew up together, and, well, we kind of explored. You know, we played “doctor” when we were kids and we did a little more when we got older. Anyway, I turned eighteen my senior year and I’d decided that I wasn’t going to go to college a virgin, and Bobby, well he was sweet and I always knew that he’d be the one.

It was all very traditional and kind of American Pie like. We went to prom, and after to a party. And then, well, we’d gotten a motel room and Bobby and I made love and it was wonderful and exciting and sweet and special. Daddy didn’t want to talk much the next day and I guess he knew what had happened, but it didn’t really change things between us.

At college things changed, at least when it came to me and sex. My roommate, Bethany, was a bit further along that road than I was. About two days after we got there she showed me her toy collection – she had a couple of dildos and one of those rabbit vibrators you hear about and a back massager and a little silver egg vibrator. And she insisted we share. And, well, let’s just say I learned to enjoy sex and came to the decision that sex could just be sex, and even though it was better if you were in love, like I was kind of with Bobby, it was a whole lot of fun even if you weren’t.

So I came back to Daddy’s office that summer with a whole different attitude about some things. And all the innocent flirting and little jokes that Mr. Addemly, Daddy’s partner, used to make made me think about things that I never had before. And there was a new person there, Mr. Kennest, and he was pretty good looking and a little younger than Daddy and Mr. Addemly, who both had just turned fifty that year.

One thing we had always done in Daddy’s office, every couple of weeks when we had to stay late and finish up all the accounts, was to have a pizza or something together and then play poker. It was fun, and Mr. Addemly used to tease about playing strip poker someday, and I’d blush and Daddy would tease me a little and I’d blush some more.

But this summer when it happened about two weeks after I came home from school I felt a little different. I blushed, like always, but Mr. Kennest joined in a little and I was kind of squirming because, well, you know, because I kind of liked the idea, especially if he was going to be there.

I thought about it a little during the few days after it happened, but I was a little uncomfortable with the idea. I mean, I grew up with Mr. Addemly. And Daddy hadn’t seen me naked since I was a little girl and he didn’t know, at least I think he didn’t, that I shaved my pubic hair now and only had a little triangular patch right above but kept my labia pretty much hairless all the time now.

Still, I’d thought to myself back then, it’d never really happen so what did I have to worry about? And Bobby and I were kind of fooling around a good bit, since he’d come home from school at the same time I did.

It all changed at the end of July. Daddy had gone out of town to meet with a big client who had moved away but still did business with Daddy. Bobby’s parents had dragged him off to visit his grandmother at the same time. So I was by myself and, well, sometimes masturbating just isn’t enough.

We all stayed late one night to work on the accounts so everything would be up-to-date when Daddy came back. Mrs. Lemington, Daddy’s secretary, had to leave early, so it was just me and Mr. Addemly and Mr. Kennest After we finished the accounts we had a pizza, and then sat around the table and got out the cards.

We played a few hands, and then Mr. Addemly made a little joke about playing strip poker. But this time, instead of blushing, I said “Why not? It’s hot in here and it would be nice to be wearing fewer clothes and I bet I can beat both your butts anyway.”

I was kind of bluffing, but I was also half serious, which surprised me. But once I’d said it I wasn’t going to back down.

“Are you sure, Maggie?” Mr. Addemly said. “I was just teasing, you know.”

I was sure. I knew Mr. Addemly and his wife were swingers – I’d seen their pictures and ad on a web site my roommate had shown me one night. I was really surprised, but right then it kind of worked into what was going on since the ad had been pretty clear about the two of them playing together and apart.

Mr. Kennest spoke up, too. “Maggie, you have ataşehir escort bayan to be kidding.” He was divorced so I figured he was available, and probably horny.

“No, I’m not. I bet I can beat both your butts. You’ll be naked and I’ll be dressed and you’ll feel silly for having teased me all this time.”

“But Maggie…” Mr. Addemly said.

“But nothing. Deal!” I demanded.

Mr. Addemly and Mr. Kennest looked at each other, and at me.

“Ok,” Mr. Kennest said. “But no-one ever says anything about this, especially to your father.”

“Ok,” I said.

Mr. Addemly dealt the cards for Blackjack. I got a queen and an eight. Mr. K got a seven and a five, and Mr. Addemly a ten and a four. I was feeling pretty good, so I stood on my eighteen. Mr. K took a hit, and busted with a jack. He took off his shoes and socks.

On the next hand I got a blackjack, and Mr. K got a nine and an eight. Mr. A. got a four and seven, and then a three. He took one more card and it was a nine, and he lost his shoes and socks.

We went on like that for a while, and I was pretty lucky. I lost my pumps on the fifth hand, and my hose on the sixth (Daddy ran a very formal office and Mrs. Lemington and I had to wear hose and dresses or suits and the men all had to wear coats and ties.) But I was still basically dressed, although I had teased the two men by turning around and pulling my skirt up a little and letting them see my panties before I tugged off my pantyhose.

We kept playing, and both Mr. Kennest and Mr. Addemly were in only their shirts and boxers when things started going bad for me. I’d only lost the jacket to my suit, so I was feeling pretty good about things. Boy, was I about to find out how wrong I was.

First I lost when Mr. A. drew a seven to get 21 and Mr. K had nineteen to my eighteen. I slipped off my skirt and was sitting there in my slip and blouse. Then I lost again when I bust after drawing a six and a seven. I slipped off my blouse. I was still pretty modest, since I had a full slip on, but things weren’t going the way I thought they would – at least sort of.

Well, Mr. Kennest lost next, and he took off his shirt and he has a really nice chest and a nice flat stomach, at least for a man in his forties. But then I lost, and took off my slip and was just in my bra and panties. Thank god I was wearing matching ones that day – nice ones I’d just got – pale yellow with lace on the bra and lace panels on the hips of my bikini panties. Both of the men got kind of pale, but they both kept looking at me. Or at least at my breasts in my lacy yellow bra. I felt my nipples get hard. They do that all the time. It can be embarrassing. But it was a little exciting that night.

Mr. A. lost his shirt on the next hand. I was still pretty nervous. I was going to have reveal something pretty serious if I didn’t keep winning.

I didn’t.

When I lost the next hand I stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and reached behind me to unfasten my bra.

“Maggie, you don’t have to, you know. This is far enough,” Mr. Addemly said.

“No,” I said. “It’s all right. I lost fair and square and now you get to see my breasts. I hope you like them.”

I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off. Actually, I think I have pretty nice breasts, but since the only people who had ever seen them were me, my roommate, my doctors, and a few boys, I was a little worried what two older men would think. I’m a 36B if you’re really interested, and my nipples are smallish and light brown and kind of perched up high on my breasts. I wear my hair kind of long, and the tips of it just brushed over my nipples. They got even harder.

“Oh my god!” Mr. Kennest sighed.

“Goodness!” said Mr. Addemly. “You certainly have grown up, Maggie.”

They were both staring pretty hard at me, and Mr. Kennest had one hand in his lap.

Now I finally blushed and quickly sat down at the table, crossing my arms in front of me. It was pretty clear that they both were getting hard, and I think Mr. Kennest was playing with himself.

The next hand was nerve racking. Mr. K. dealt. I got a nine. Mr. A got an ace. Mr. K. got a ten. He went around again. I got a three. Mr. A got a king – 21! Now it was between Mr. K and me. He turned over his card. Another ten!

“Oh, geez,” I though. “This isn’t good.” I needed a nine. Mr. K turned over the card – another three. Fifteen! I had to take another card. An ace! Sixteen! This was getting to be too much. One more – seven, bust!

“Well gentlemen,” I said, getting up slowly. “I guess I should have kept my mouth shut.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. Both men had pushed back a little from the table, and it was clear they were both erect now. Mr. Kennest’s penis was even poking up a little over the waistband of his boxers. I hooked my hands in the waistband of my panties and slowly slipped them down over my butt, then down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and then turned around.

“Maggie, escort kadıköy you’re gorgeous,” said Mr. Kennest. Mr. Addemly’s eyes were fixed on my shaved pubis. I felt myself begin to get a little excited.

“Thank you,” I said. “But it’s only 8:30. How are we going to play now?” I had a pretty good idea, but though I’d tease them a little.

“Well, I think that’s up to you,” Mr. Kennest said.

“Ok,” I said. “I’ll tell you what. Bobby’s been out of town for a few days just like Daddy, and I’m horny. So, if I win you keep stripping. If you win I’ll do something nice for you. And when we’re all naked, well…”

“Maggie,” Mr. A said. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied. I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs, and ran a finger up the crevice between my labia. “I do.” I wasn’t real wet yet, but I pretended I was and stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it.

Mr. K dealt quickly now. I got twenty, he got twenty, and Mr. A bust with two eights and a six. He stood up and slipped out of his boxers. His penis wasn’t all the way erect, but it showed promise.

“Yummm,” I said, teasing him.

Mr. A sat down pretty quick. He was blushing now.

Mr. K dealt again. He had a king and a seven. Mr. A. had a nine and an eight. I got an ace, but then five. I took a hit. A seven. I had to take another card again. Ten. Bust!

“You can touch my breasts,” I told Mr. Addemly and slid my chair over closer to him. He tentatively reached out with both hands and gently caressed them. It felt really nice, especially when he ran his thumbs over my nipples and they got hard.

“That’s enough,” I said after a minute or so. I pushed my chair away from his. Mr. K’s boxers were all tented up with his erection and Mr. A’s cock had goteen nice and hard while he was feeling me up. I felt myself getting right to the edge, right before I lubricate.

Mr. K dealt again, and this time he lost. Now we were all naked.

“Ok,” I said, taking a deep breath. “This hand is for the pot. My honey pot. If one of you wins, I’ll give you a blow job. If I win, the loser gets to eat me.” It was pretty clear now to all of us that I was ready to have sex with them and it was going to turn into kind of a fantasy evening.

Mr. K’s hands shook as he dealt the cards. He got seventeen. Mr. A got nineteen. I got eighteen.

“Hmm,” I said. “I guess I’m in the middle. How do I handle this?”

I thought for a minute and then I climbed up on the table and lay down with my butt right on the edge in front of Mr. Kennest. I draped my legs over his shoulders.

“Mr. A, come over here where I can get at you,” I said. He stood up and moved over so he was standing next to my face. I reached out and started stroking his cock. It was nicer than I thought at first – about seven inches long and five around – nice and thick. I leaned over and licked the tip of it.

Mr. K started licking me then, and let me tell you, he was good at it. His tongue went all over me at first – on my thighs and over my labia, and then pushing between them. He’d give me little butterfly licks and kisses, and then push his tongue into my vagina, and then lap it up over my clit, and then some butterfly licks and he’d start all over again. I was squirming. It felt really good.

While he was doing that I was giving Mr. Addemly the best blow job I knew how. I had one hand on the base of his cock and was jerking him with that, and I licked all around the tip before I sucked it into my mouth. Pretty soon I got into a rhythm, jerking him and moving my head up and down and licking him and he started groaning. I played with his balls a little with my other hand, and then I sucked him in as deep as I could – so my nose was pushed up against his pubic hair and then really slowly let him slip out of my mouth almost all the way.

“Maggie, I’m close,” he said.

That made me just try harder. Mr. K was driving me nuts – he seemed to know when I was getting right up to the edge, and then he’d back off. None of the boys at school knew about doing that. He was kind of tormenting me and I figured if I get Mr. A off then I could get up and push Mr. K down and ride him and have a really good orgasm.

I felt Mr. Addemly’s balls tighten up, and I sucked really hard and then he was groaning and pushing himself deep in my mouth and he came. I sucked and swallowed it all down and kept it up until he pushed me away because he was done and it was all a little too much.

“Oh, Maggie,” he sighed when he was free from my grasp. “That was tremendous.”

“Was it as good as her mother was?”

We all froze and looked over at the voice we heard. It was Daddy! He was standing in the door of the room. We hadn’t heard him come in!

I didn’t notice really at first, because I was scared, but after I got over the shock of hearing him, I noticed he was naked and was playing with himself. And geez, he was big! Longer and thicker than Mr. Addemly, and he had about bostancı escort as big a cock as I’d ever seen.

“Well Phil, it’s been a long time,” Mr. Addemly replied, quietly. He seemed to be handling being caught with his dick in his partner’s daughter’s mouth pretty well. “But, as best I remember, she’s every bit as good as Anne was.”

I was kind of shocked. Mommy had sucked off Mr. Addemly? Daddy had never told me anything about that. I guess he wouldn’t have, but still, it’s kind of a surprise to find out your parents fooled around with their business partners.

“She looks and is acting so much like her mother did at that age, I just wondered,” Daddy said. He walked over to the table and looked at me, all naked and stretched out. My legs were still over Mr. Kennest’s shoulders, and he’d stopped licking me, but I was still dripping wet and really horny.

“I always wondered about you and sex,” he said, looking at me. His penis was still hard and sticking out. “I knew you and Bobby fooled around some, and I guess you and he lost your virginity together that night at the prom. But something tells me you learned more than history and calculus at college this year.”

“Daddy..” I stammered. I hated Mr. K right then. Even when Daddy was talking to me he was running his fingers up an down me and even pushing inside me. I was so horny, and there were these three men all around the table, and I was propped up on my elbows a little, but they were all still staring at me, and they weren’t making a lot of eye contact. I felt a little dribble of moisture slip out of me and run down towards my butt.

“You look so much like your mother,” Daddy repeated. He moved over towards me and Mr. K got up and moved out of Daddy’s way. He stood right in front of me and picked up my legs. “It’s ok, sweetie. She loved both of us, and she enjoyed sex immensely, and we always hoped you would too. That’s why I never said much about you and Bobby, but I made sure Dr. Jensen knew it was ok to put you on the pill.”

Dr. Jensen was my gynecologist. Mommy had taken me to see her not long after I got my first period, and Daddy had made sure I went to her regularly, too. When I was sixteen she suggested I go on the pill, just in case, since I told her that Bobby and I fooled around a little bit.

“So much like your mother,” he said, stepping a little closer to me. I was so damn horny. All I could do was look at the big cock of his. But he was my Daddy.

He let the tip of his cock brush against me and it was all over. I didn’t care if he was my Daddy, I wanted that big cock in me, and in me right now. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him toward me. His cock slipped up over my pussy and his balls nestled against my butt. Oh god it felt so good.

“I love you Maggie,” Daddy said. And then he pulled back a little, grabbed himself and slipped his big cock into my soaking wet pussy.

I’ve always loved that first moment when a cock slides into me and stretches me open and fills me up. It feels so good. And Daddy’s was the biggest cock I’d ever had and it stretched me wider open and went in deeper than anyone had ever before.

I pushed my hips up against Daddy and he pushed in even deeper and then we just started fucking like we’d been doing it forever. Daddy just kept pounding into me, faster and faster, and I pushed my hips against him and squeezed down around him. It was wonderful – I’d never felt so good during sex, ever. And Mr. A and Mr. K were standing there watching us and it was so dirty and exciting and felt so wonderful.

Then Daddy reached down between us and started playing with my clit. He pinched it a little and rubbed around and around and I just about blacked out it felt so good.

“Come for me Maggie, come for me,” he whispered, pounding into me and rubbing my clit and making me see stars.

The orgasm just slammed into me. Sometimes I feel it building and building, kind of like when Mr. K was licking me, but this one just jumped up and slammed into me and all of a sudden I was spasming around Daddy’s big, thick cock and pushing up against him and screaming and yelling and pounding the table because it felt so good.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I heard Daddy say, and then he was pushing even harder against me and I felt him coming inside me and filling me with his hot sperm and I kind of blacked out it felt so good. Daddy just kept pushing himself into me and it took a while for both of us to calm down.

“Just like your mother,” he said to me as he slipped out of me. “Just like your mother.”

I kind of came back to my senses then and realized that Mr. A. and Mr. K were still there and they both were tugging on themselves. And I got horny all over again. The best orgasm I ever had, I’m barely done with it, and I want more cock. I got up off the table.

“Well, you two look like you enjoyed watching that,” I said to them.

“It was very exciting,” Mr. K said. He just couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs.

“You are very lovely, and even more so in the throes of orgasm,” Mr. A. said. He always talked like that – kind of formal, but you knew he wasn’t trying to be snobby.

“Well,” I said, “I’m still horny and you won the card game, so I think I need to take care of you, too.”

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My sister, Stacy, who is now 20, is one very tall girl. At 5’11”, she towers over most girls her age, and even a few guys. All of her height is in her sexy legs. She has the longest and sexiest legs I have ever seen. As her older brother, I never used to think of Stacie in a sexual manner. But several years ago, one only had to look at her to tell she was going to be model type material. She had the long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the body most young girls die for. She had firm breasts, a gorgeous face, a tight little ass, and those legs. Whenever she wore one of her short skirts to school, everyone looked forward to it. Teachers, co-students, and even Mom and Dad started commenting about her exposing her long legs while attending School.

Stacy just laughed it off as usual and really didn’t give it much attention. Evening during the coldest winter months here in NY State, she would brave the elements and display those legs while others would be bundled up from the top of their head to their toes.

It was during one of those wintery days last year, when she had braved the elements that I remember best. I came home early from school, and went straight to bed, as I was sick with the flu. While I was in bed, thoughts of my sister’s sexy legs came to mind. As other young males my age often do, they turn to the worn panties of their immediate female family members to seek masturbatory relief.

In my case, it was my sexy sister Stacy’s previously worn panties. I proceeded to her room, rummaged thru her hamper, to find several pair among her dirty clothes. A yellow cotton brief, simple with elastic around the leg openings, was found first. A second pair, g-strings, again yellow in color, were also found. Both has damp stains and noticeable residue from her self-pleasurings and there was some indications she had dripped some pee on the crotch area of her panties.

Before returning to my room, I decided to lay on Stacy’s made bed and play with her panties. As was my usual method, I started by inhaling the female scent from the crotch area. Present usually was dried or damp female juices along with a few drops of her urine. I would then usually lick the damp areas, tasting her combined fluids, all the while jerking my usually hard cock off to eventual eruption all over my flat stomach.

This has usually satisfied my peaking fascination with my sister’s(or on a few occasions…my mom’s) panties. On this one occasion, I was so engrossed with my self pleasuring, I failed to hear bostancı escort bayan the front door open. Unknown to me, my sister and her friend, Amy, another sexy blonde haired vixen, had also come home early to study and proceeded up to her room. Not expecting anyone in her room, she was somewhat startled to hears moans coming from her room. She carefully peeked around the doorway, only to find me laying on her bed stroking my hard cock, and two pairs of her panties wrapped around my nose and mouth. She watched, at first upset, but with growing interest as I slowly stroked my penis, picking up speed as I inhaled and licked her now moist again panties.

She motioned to Amy to see what her horny brother was up to. Both girls stayed partially hidden behind the doors sot hey could not be observed but clearly could see my actions. Stacy looked at Amy, who returned the look of surprise then astonishment. Both girls, as if on cue, placed one hand down and then up their short skirts, freely and uninhibitedly stroking their pussies thru their now moist panties. Stacy, then Amy as if twins, both reached under their blouses and began playing with their nipples, further exciting them both as they continued watching me masturbate.

As I neared my orgasm, I hear two muffled moans coming from the doorway. I looked over and saw my sister and her friend both masturbating while standing looking at me. Not sure what to do next, I did what I thought off, and that was to finish beating off my hard cock. I continued stroking in front of the two girls, who now moved inside Stacy’s room, and approached the bed. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed and without saying a word, continued watching me as I came close to ejaculating. They continued their mutual masturbation, and even started feeling up each other in front of me.

Re-gaining my composure, I now beat myself off in earnest, leaking pre-cum as I watched the girls mutually masturbate each other’s soft pussies. My sister broke the silence by saying for me to cum on her panties while she fingered off Anne. She sped up her fingering of her friend’s pussy as I shot my first string of warm cum into her panties. I heard both girls moaning louder now, as they each brought each other off to a great shuddering climax.

Anne moved closer to me and while I was still spurting cum, took one pair of panties, brought them up to her mouth, and licked off my cum from the saturated crotch area. Stacy said that is so hot and took her other ümraniye escort pair from me and also licked off my cum, also tasting her dried juices. I laid back exhausted as the two girls continued licking my cum off Stacy’s panties.

The girls returned to their mutual self pleasuring, and placed their fingers back into their now dripping wet pussies. As if on cue, both girls removed their slick fingers and placed them in my mouth, saying they had tasted my cum and it was only fair that I savor theirs. I eagerly licked their creamy cum from each of their fingers, which seemed to please both girls. My sexy sister then told Anne to place her dripping wet pussy on my face and cum on my face. I laid back to see Anne placing her sexy body right over my face.

Stacy was playing with Anne’s luscious tits, and Annie was now fingering herself off again, only this time directly over my nose and mouth. I literally could see her juices dripping out of her pussy. I licked every sweet drop from between her legs, my tongue flicking around, in and then around her swollen lips. My sister Stacy, while Anne was cumming on my face, had straddled herself over my cock, her sexy legs on each side of me. She lowered her wet pussy on my cock, grabbing it and gently inserting the tip just inside her pussy. My own sexy sister was fucking me-how incredible!!!

As I began moving my hips up to meet her movements, I saw Stacy reaching over and licking and kissing Annie’s now rock hard nipples. Like a pro, Stacy brought Anne to a thunderous orgasm, which filled my mouth with more of her warm vaginal fluids.

Seeing these two sexy girls getting me and each other off was all I needed to not only get rock hard again, but ready to fill my sister’s sweet pussy with a load of thick brother cum. I grabbed on to her firm ass and pumped her for all I was worth, savoring every move in and out of her like it was the last pussy I’d ever fuck.

As if on cue, Stacy screamed out for me to cum inside her pussy, and fuck her good. Not needing any further incentive, I spurted my first load of cum into her waiting womb, filing her with shot after shot of my creamy warm sperm. She said she wanted it all and pumped my cock with her fist, milking me like a cow’s cud. I emptied myself in her pussy, completely drained of any energy I had.

Seeing she had briefly lost my attention, Anne now began fingering herself off yet again, making sure I was watching as she brought herself to another flooding orgasm. kartal escort Of course my mouth was her willing receptacle, licking in all of her heavenly tasting juices. She looked across at Stacy, and said I was ready for dessert. Not sure what that could possibly entail, I was surprised to see Anne had started pissing into my mouth, a small squirt at first, then a flood of golden nectar covered my whole face, filling my mouth as I swallowed as much as I could. It tasted bitter compared to her sweet nectar I had been enjoying but was not unpleasant once I got used to it. Not being able to swallow all of her pee, some dripped down my chin, warming my shoulders and belly. Stacy, seeing my situation, began licking Anne’s pee from my hard stomach, licking and sucking in her juices.

After gathering a mouthful, Stacy grabbed my softening cock and bathed it in Anne’s still warm pee, directly from her mouth. My cock began regaining its hardness, which seemed to please my sister.

Thinking my sexual experience was over, I was surprised to see Stacy stroking my now piss covered cock. Her soft hand stoked me back to my full seven inches, and she said to Anne that it was her turn to get fucked by her brother’s cock. Stacy dismounted me and Anne immediately replaced her, with Stacy guiding my rigid cock into Anne’s waiting pussy. Stacy stroked my while pushing my cock into Anne’s waiting pussy.

I heard Anne moaning as Stacy continued to jerk me off while I was inside Anne. Anne didn’t take more than a minute before she orgasmed, squeezing my hard cock with her young vaginal muscles. Once again I emptied my cum inside a waiting pussy, this time with less force that my prior eruptions.

Sensing I hadn’t given Anne the same treatment as I gave her, Stacy then rose up and straddled Anne’s head. She bent down Annie, and began peeing on her hair, flooding her face , piss dripping down Anne’s sexy body, puddling up on my groin. I could feel the warmth of Stacy’s pee dripping on me and yet again, began pumping Anne’s pussy with my cock.

Anne said she loved the feel of Stacy’s pee running down her body, and how hard it made me yet again. I humped her for a few minutes, and gave up the last of my cum in one last shuddering orgasm. All three of us then collapsed on Stacy’s bed, kissing and licking each other.

Stacy saw a pair of her discarded panties on the bed, and used it to soak up the combined pee and cum from all three of us. Stacy, smiling, said I could have this pair to keep, as long as I returned them to her filled with my cum and pee. I took the wet panties, inhaled them and heard Anne say to Stacy that we would definitely have to do this again sometime. Stacy looked at me and asked me what I thought of that. I just nodded and said anytime.

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As Briley thumbed through the costume magazine, she could feel the energy of the season surging through her veins. Being her favorite season of all times, Briley always went the extra mile to dress for Halloween. Last year, with the introduction of Captain Jack Sparrow to the big screens, she had dressed so perfectly as Johnny Depp that it took over half the night for anyone to realize that the famous Captain was, in fact, a woman.

This year was no different. At the beginning of every September, Briley would order the latest costume catalogue, then eagerly await its arrival. As soon as it landed in her mailbox, Briley would start thumbing through it looking for this year’s invention. Sometimes she ordered straight from the company, other times, she used the catalogue merely for an idea.

As it did each year, Briley’s mind started wandering as she absently flipped through the pages. She thought about her costumes of receding years past: a sexy firefighter wearing only a fireman’s jacket that barely covered her ass; a police woman, with an actual uniform borrowed from her sister-in-law; the Scream character, with a nearly sheer black bodysuit and signature cape; a nurse with too-short a lab coat; and silent film funnyman Charlie Chaplin even, when she was 20. She won numerous awards for the latter, including $500 cash. And, because she was silent the entire night, noone knew who it really was.

“Maybe I should be a mermaid,” Briley thought aloud. “Or hmm, maybe a Playboy bunny.” Her face twisted in thought. “I could do a mechanic, or a bikini model…”

As she was thinking, Briley looked at the invitation to her cousin’s Halloween party. She and her cousin, Brittany, always threw the best parties. They’d dress up Brittany’s parents’ mansion to the top degree, complete with a Frankenstein host, always played by their mutual friend, caskets, a hearse parked out front, cobwebs, strobe lights–– everything! Briley couldn’t wait until the night before Halloween, to head out there to decorate. Between the two of them, they already had all the decorations, most of the food, and the music. And Halloween was a week and a half away!

Briley’s mind was on auto-pilot until she neared the end of the inch-thick catalogue. “Of course!” she yelled out loud, her mind suddenly sharp and focused. “It’s sexy, fun, flirty, a little overdone in years past, but I’m sure I could spruce it up just a bit. Ah, it’s perfect!” She ripped the page from the catalogue, and without even looking through the rest of the costumes, grabbed her keys and purse and headed to the local costume shop.

October 31.

The driveway to the Keegan Mansion was lined with a dozen tiki torches and a strand of Halloween garland draped between each one. A large, hairy spider with glowing red eyes hung from the gated archway to greet visitors. As Briley drove through, her eyes took in the rest of the decorations set up by her and Brittany the previous night.

The fountain, turned off for the winter, contained a small tilted platform inside it, with enough dry ice flowing over the edge, forming a thick layer of fog cascading down the yard. It also had some faux spider webs “spun” along the stone. The old-fashioned box hearse was parked in front of the front door of the mansion, eclipsing it from the fountain.

Bats ran on fishing line from tree to tree, mechanically swinging back and forth at various speeds and heights. One bat was even rigged to swoop down on unsuspecting guests as they arrived. In another half hour or so, strobe lights would come on and alternating Draculas would jump out from behind the bushes that stood guard at the front door, and a mummy would raise from the back of the hearse.

As Briley parked her Chevy Silverado along the half mile-long tree-lined drive leading up to the Keegan Mansion, she looked around the yard, taking in the spooky decorations. A thrill of pleasure coursed through her body. The image she shared with her cousin was illuminated perfectly kartal escort bayan in the spacious front yard.

Finally, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Briley let herself inside her cousin’s house since the Frankenstein greeter hadn’t yet arrived.

“Oh. My. GOD!” Briley laughed as Brittany’s shrill scream filled the hallway. “Girl, you look GREAT! NOone is going to know who you are!”

“Let’s hope not,” Briley replied, sliding her arms around her cousin’s lithe frame. “You look pretty hot yourself, Miss Spiderman. That bodysuit does wonders for you.”

Brittany blushed and Briley laughed, then took her cousin’s arm and pulled her to the kitchen. “C’mon, Brit, we need to get the food made.”

~*~*~*~

Ninety minutes, and a million hor devours later (it seemed), Briley exited the kitchen into the parlor, where the party was hopping. The room, naturally dark wooded and decorated year round in crimson red, added to the festivities. The lighting was dim and a disco ball hung from the center of the room, spinning its light awkwardly on walls and guests alike. Music alternated from bump-and-grind to Halloween, and sometimes a combination of both simultaneously.

Frankenstein now stood inside the front door, adjacent to a casket. As guests passed the casket, Frank pushed a button and another mummy popped up, this one headless and bloody. A long table contained juice, alcohol, varying sodas, candy, caramel and candied apples, and more. Various other decorations lined the room, which joined the dining room when the doors were open, as they were, and guests were arriving by the minute. Briley’s spirits were high, and her grin was permanent.

Walking over to the refreshment table, Briley picked up a glass of punch then walked over to Frankenstein to say hi.

“That must be Briley,” he stated in his low, gravelly voice. Briley grinned then threw her arms around her friend Andrew. In character, Andrew hugged her back stiffly.

“Go get lucky,” she whispered in his ear before he set her down. The thick makeup he wore prevented him from smiling, but Briley saw it in his eyes. “You’ve already got her pegged, don’t you?”

Frankenstein grunted, affirmatively. Briley took a minute to fully scan the crowd. She picked out three girls who might’ve interested Andrew, then turned back to him.

“Is it the senorita?” Stiffly, Andrew shook his head. Briley’s face twisted in thought, deciding between the last two. “Then it’s Bo Peep,” she said after a full minute. Again, Frankenstein grunted his answer. Another grin filled Briley’s face.

“Good luck, Frank,” she added, then took a sip of her punch and went off to the ladies’ room. As she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, she was pleased to see that her hair and makeup were just as she applied it. Her shoulder length auburn locks were frizzed and sprayed to death. Einstein meets Carrot Top, Briley thought to herself.

Her eyes slowly scanned her face. The gray paint hadn’t faded nor cracked, and the putty she used to give herself the appearance of being bloated remained in tact. She’d done a good job adding the veins and scars, too, having them puffed up and over exaggerated. Briley had done a lot of research, poring over picture after picture of people who had fatally fallen victim to electrocution.

Her eyes traveling lower, Briley saw that the french maid uniform she wore fit perfectly. The tight fitting, black bodice was a low-cut, off the shoulder number, and the attached skirt hit her mid-thigh. However, with the white petticoat beneath, it was pushed slightly higher.

Smiling, Briley fluffed the puffed sleeves a bit more, straightened the white apron, and slowly turned. The seam of the fishnet stockings she wore was perfectly straight, up the backs of her legs. The patent leather, six-inch strappy shoes she wore topped off the outfit.

Facing the mirror once again, Briley gave herself one last once-over. She was pleased at escort maltepe what the fishnets did to her tanned thighs. “If I were a man, I’d ravage me in a second,” she muttered, then giggled. She picked up the feather duster she’d carried into the bathroom and attached it at her hip.

~*~*~*~

After another hour, the party was going, full-blown. The music was loud; the adjoining parlor and dining room, decently crowded. As Briley scanned the room, her eyes stopped on an interesting character. Immediately she felt a warmth pool in her abdomen. She walked right up to him.

“Wanna dance?” she yelled over the music. Guy Fawkes nodded.

Briley took his hand and led him to the dance floor, pushing their way to the middle of the crowd. She slid her arms around the man’s neck, inside his cape, and he slid his around her waist. They moved slowly, despite the beat of the fast music.

When Briley was sure she wasn’t going to back out, she slid her hands down the man’s chest, down lower over his abs, and stopped only when she reached his pants. Eyes locked on his, she quickly unzipped his zipper, reached inside, and started stroking his softened cock.

She thought she saw his eyes grow large with surprise behind his mask, but if they did, it didn’t last long and he didn’t back away. If anything, his arms tightened around her. With renewed courage, Briley pulled the man’s cock from his slacks. As she slid her left leg up his right, he stuffed the edge of his cape in his left hand, then held Briley’s thigh.

As they moved, she felt the cape hit her ankle and suddenly worried that someone would see that she was only dancing on one foot. Something in this masked man’s eyes, though, told Briley all she needed to know: his cape swept the floor.

When his hips jerked slightly in her hand, Briley led the man’s cock to her warm, wet pussy. She slid the head beneath her petticoat, so designed by Briley that it was crotchless, and wet it with her juices. Then she slid his head up to her clit, and started grinding to the beat of the music. With each bump, his head massaged her clit and sent vibrations of pleasure through her toned body.

As they stood nearly still, Briley became wetter, and Masked Man’s cock became harder in her hand. When she knew she was wet enough, Briley slid the man’s head into her hole, gasping as he penetrated her fully. She bump-and-grinded on him until he was buried to the hilt, then stood there on one leg, gasping. Her eyes never left his.

Soon, Briley wasn’t aware of anything but her throbbing pussy and the cock filling it. Mentally shaking her head, Briley started moving against him. She felt, rather than heard, his soft gasp, and she kept going. Her thigh slammed into his as she repeatedly thrust against him, and his left arm tightened around her back simultaneously.

The masked man stretched her nearly perfectly, and Briley had a hard time not coming right then. Her clit ground against his pelvic bone with each thrust, and his head buried inside her deeply. Briley let a moan escape, then, realizing that noone would hear her, let another one. The hand holding her leg slid towards the inside, and the thumb found Briley’s clit. When it pressed against it and started rubbing in hard, small circles, Briley surrendered.

She buried her face against the man’s chest and screamed, her muscles grabbing his cock, his thumb relentless on her clit. Her whole body shuddered as she climaxed, and she heard another grunt coming from him.

When she raised her head, Briley’s vision was blurred yet she clearly saw the lust in this man’s eyes. His hand returned to the back of her thigh and tightened around it. Briley’s hips continued grinding against him, keeping him buried inside her. Slowly the music came back to Briley, and she heard a popular fast song.

As the beat picked up, the man’s two hands slid to Briley’s ass, cupped it, then pulled her up off the floor. Automatically, her thighs went around pendik escort his waist and her ankles locked behind him. Briley slid her arms back around this man’s neck, and he started grinding her on his cock.

He moved her up and down, and to any onlooker, it merely looked like they were dancing to the song. Briley hunkered down inside his cape, burying her face against his chest to moan. God help me if the music suddenly dies, she thought. The man’s cock slammed into her, and on each downward thrust, her engorged clit hit his pelvic bone. The shudders that reverberated through her body were enough to send her close to the edge a second time.

When the man’s hands started kneading Briley’s ass, she shuddered again and let out a high pitched whimper. Her pussy muscles worked his cock furiously, begging to drink the sticky, hot stream that would flood it.

In a move that surprised Briley, the man slid a finger along his cock, penetrating Briley’s pussy too. The sensation made Briley gasp then cry out. She’d never had a thick cock and finger inside her. It was incredible.

Briley almost cried out in protest when the man removed his finger, but quickly understood why, as it slid into her ass. His finger went to the first knuckle, and with her soft begging, slid quickly past the second, then finally all the way in. Briley’s two holes were filled. She was on a euphoric high.

As she felt her orgasm nearing, Briley’s fingers dug into the man’s shoulders. She pulled herself up and down, furiously grinding on his cock. When the man easily slid a second finger into Briley’s ass, she closed her eyes and came hard. She didn’t even have time to bury her face in his chest this time, and though she cried out loudly, she didn’t care that anyone might hear.

As her muscles constricted and contracted around the man’s cock, he started lowering her until she stood on one leg again. Once she was shakily standing, he grabbed her ass and almost angrily pulled her to him, then, with a shout of his own, he came hard. Briley trembled around him as he shot his seed into her. She also trembled as she felt the first drops of their combined juices dripping down her inner thigh.

The man pounded into her a few more times, emptying his load. He held her until she felt steady enough to stand on her own two feet, then slowly opened her eyes to look up at him. His eyes were smiling behind the mask, she could see, and there was a hint of… of what? Mischief? Briley couldn’t tell.

She felt the man grow soft, then wiped his cock as best she could with her hand. She smiled softly as she felt him twitch, then tucked his cock back inside his slacks and zipped them up. Giving a much more grateful smile, Briley straightened out her skirt and petticoat, stepped back from the masked man, and bowed slightly. She then headed off the dance floor, hoping her legs didn’t look as wobbly as they felt.

Briley headed towards the refreshment table again and gulped down a glass of punch. She was suddenly parched. And though her eyes scanned the dance floor, she saw no signs of the mysterious masked man. Brittany, she thought. Brittany would know.

She headed to the kitchen to find her cousin. She saw her talking to a group of people and waited patiently until her cousin was free. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, Cuz, enjoying the best bash of the year?” Brittany asked as she prepared more apples for a caramel bath.

“Yeah, we outdid ourselves this time.”

“Oh, I know! This year has got to be the best yet!”

“Definitely,” Briley agreed. “Say, do you know who Guy Fawkes is?”

“Yeah,” Brittany replied easily, dipping apples into caramel and nuts. “It’s my dad. Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Briley responded, with––she hoped––more nonchalance than she felt. “He’s just a really good dancer.”

~*~*~*~

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you found it as enjoyable to read as I did to write. If you liked it, feel free to leave comments. If you didn’t like it and thought I could improve something, I welcome constructive criticism also. I try to respond to each feedback I receive, so don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought!

Happy Halloween! Be safe and merry.

-Blondie

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Author’s Note: “Playing With My Sister” is a bisexual series. This chapter contains male-on-male sex scenes. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.

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She put a DVD into the player. We lay with our backs propped up with pillows against the headboard. “Hold me,” she commanded.

Nestled in my arms, Suzie said, “You know my brother and sister.”

I’d met Alexander at a couple of Suzie’s family functions. He was a 24-year-old mechanic living in New Jersey. Al’s main interests seemed to be sports, cars, auto racing . . . and girls. Suzie said the family considered him its “black sheep,” but he seemed to get along with everyone and was really friendly to me.

21-year-old Kristin lived at home, so I knew her better. Suzie had always idolized her. She was as intellectual as A-student Suzie, but more religious; hot but unattainable. Kristin was dating Jim Oliver, a 25-year-old Episcopal seminary student, which scandalized some of her staunchly Catholic relatives. I was sure they were waiting for marriage. She was just like Suzie had been . . . until . . .

“What about your brother and sister?” I asked, kissing Suzie tenderly.

“Before I had my epiphany last week, Kristin borrowed my video camera,” Suzie said. “She forgot to take the tape out. This DVD is a copy of that tape.” She punched the remote and the TV lit up.

* * *

Kristen and Jim were in a neat, unobtrusively-decorated bedroom. I guessed it was Jim’s apartment. They were standing in front of the double bed, fully clothed, holding hands and smiling at the camera.

Jim was 6′ tall and slender. His collar-length brown hair brushed his ears and he had a sparse black mustache and a closely-trimmed black goatee.

Kristen was almost as tall as Jim, with silky black hair cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing an unusually short skirt with a sexy tight top and no bra. The fabric hugged her heavy breasts and showed her tight nipples.

“Okay! Let’s see some action!” a male off-camera voice said.

“Jim,” Kristen began. “You know this makes me feel dirty! . . . Really dirty! . . . I like that! I’ve been a good girl too long!” She kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts into his chest and grinding her crotch against his groin. “Now, I’m going to be a porn star!”

“You are a dirty girl!” Jim gasped as Kristen fell to her knees, reaching for his zipper.

His stiff cock snapped up when she pulled his slacks and shorts down. It was a normal 1-1/2″ thick, but 7-1/2″ long, with a wide mushroom cap. It looked thin springing from the forest of thick black pubic hair that covered his crotch and dusted his balls.

The camera zoomed in on Kristen kissing, licking and sucking Jim’s balls. He groaned with pleasure as she moved upward, stroking his shaft with her tongue while gently squeezing his testicles.

Jim’s head was gleaming with pre-cum. “Suck my cock, Dirty Girl!” he gasped as she took him in her mouth. “Eat it like a filthy whore!” He gripped the back of her head, restraining her as he worked his hips. “Take it, Slut! My big stiff cock fucking your nasty face!”

Kristen played with her undulating breasts and pinched her hard little pink nipples, gulping as Jim thrust his tool into her mouth.

He suddenly pulled away with his penis throbbing.

“Such a filthy girl!” Jim cried, pulling Kristen to her feet and laying her on the bed. “Your nice white virginal panties are dirty!” he continued, lifting her dress. “You’ve soaked them with pussy juice!”

“Oh Baby!” Kristen moaned as Jim pressed his stiff pole against the slick cloth. “You made my panties wet!” She worked her hips, humping Jim’s penis. “Yeah Baby! Feel my folds? Yeah, push me open! Fuck me through my dirty panties!”

Jim was holding his penis, pressing it against Kristen’s crotch. The camera zoomed in on his big thick tool pushing the tightly-stretched cloth into her vulva. His cock-head rubbed her clit while his shaft forced her lips open and slid over her pussy-mouth.

“Oh Dirty Boy!” Kristen gasped. “Your Filthy Girl’s going to . . .” She thrashed on the bed, humping Jim’s pole harder than ever. “Oh fuck Baby! . . . I’m cumming!!”

“Oh fuck, Filthy Baby! Oh fuck! . . . Me too!” Jim cried. The camera caught the hot juice spraying from his swollen tip and being smeared on the smooth wet fabric by his rapidly thrusting member.

“Kiss me, Dirty Boy!” Kristen commanded. The camera pulled back to show her grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down on top of her.

They rolled on the bed for several minutes, kissing passionately as they shed clothes and fondled each others’ bodies. Jim moved out of view, showing Kristen on the bed, naked except for black self-supporting stockings and her white panties.

The C-cup breasts lying gracefully on her chest with a tiny gold cross on a thin gold chain between them were bigger than Suzie’s, with large puffy pink areolas and swollen ataşehir escort brick red nipples.

“Filthy woman!” Jim cried, returning to the bed. What the fuck? There was a knife in his hand . . . He pulled the cum-and-pussy-juice-soaked panties away from Kristen’s body and cut a small hole in the cloth. “Lying on your back with your legs open, wearing your dirty panties . . .”

“You fucked my panties, Dirty Boy!” Kristen said, putting her feet flat on the bed and lifting her knees. “Do it again! Drive your cock through my nasty panties and up my hot wet cunt!”

“Fuck yeah, Baby!” Jim growled. The view zoomed in on Kristen’s crotch as Jim moved between her legs. The hole he’d cut didn’t line up properly. With a loud ripping noise, he enlarged the opening with his fingers.

Kristen pulled her mound open. Her entire snatch was hot pink, from the tiny finger of her erect clit to the deep beckoning pool of her vagina, glistening with her juices.

“Here you are, Dirty Girl!” Jim cried, moving his erect penis into the close-up.

“Oh fuck! Yeah!” Kristen moaned as Jim’s swollen head burrowed into her hot red tunnel. “Give me your cock!” Her tight hole was swallowing his shaft. “Make me your whore!”

“You’re taking it like a filthy whore!” Jim hissed, driving his swollen prick into Kristen’s snatch.

The camera moved around, showing Kristen and Jim from different angles and distances as he fucked her roughly.

“Oh God!” Kristen cried. “I’m your dirty slut! Pound me with your big hard cock! Is my cunt hot and tight enough for you?”

“Hot and nasty, Baby!” Jim replied, driving his dick into Kristen’s pussy. “Just like the rest of you!”

The camera focused on Kristen’s chest. She was kneading her breasts while pinching and twisting her swollen brick-red nipples. The tiny gold cross gleamed between her heavy flushed tits.

“Oh God, Dirty Boy!” Kristen gasped. Her body was trembling. “I’m your whore! Your filthy whore! . . . Oh God, your cock in my cunt! . . . Jesus! . . . I’m going to . . . I’m cumming! . . .” She screamed and thrashed as Jim fucked her until she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath.

“Oh Father, I don’t need forgiveness for this,” she whispered. “It IS Heaven!”

Jim was supporting himself on elbows and knees over Kristen. He gradually lowered his body onto hers. Their faces filled the screen as they kissed passionately.

“Do we cut now?” the cameraman asked. Jim kissed Kristen tenderly and stepped out of view.

“No,” she answered. “Just leave it on. It’ll be easy to edit.”

Kristen giggled. “That was wonderful!” she said, sitting up. The camera focused on her face and bare breasts. “I’ve never felt so free! It’s like being high, but better! This is even more exciting than I’d imagined.”

“Two years ago, I’d have felt like the Whore of Babylon for making this video,” she said, unconsciously fingering the cross as she looked straight into the camera. “It’s a long story why and how, but I’m at peace . . . with God . . . with myself . . . and with my sexuality!”

“I really am a slut, you know,” Kristen continued, caressing her breasts and running her thumbs over her hard nipples. “I want . . . need . . . more than one man . . . more than one kind of sex . . .” The camera followed her hands down between her legs. She rolled onto her back to remove her stained and tattered white panties.

Unlike blond Suzie, Kristen was a brunette. She had a thick Vee of dark pubic hair which ended an inch above her vulva. Her mound and slit were bare. I’d seen pictures on the Internet, but she was the first woman I knew with a bare pussy.

“I’m going to tell you a story,” she said. “It’s a night when I’m young, my body is changing and I’m having all these new feelings.

“I’m in bed, lying on top of the covers. It’s so hot I can’t sleep. I remove my nightgown, but it doesn’t help. All the heat is coming from beneath my panties.”

“The priests and nuns taught me to be ashamed of my body, but I feel a rush of excitement when I pull my hot panties off and lie naked on the bed.”

“My breasts are strange,” Kristen continued. “They’re swollen and my nipples are so hard they hurt.” She was kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. “I shouldn’t play with them!” she gasped. “I should kneel and pray for forgiveness!” She raised the cross to her lips and kissed it.

“It’s so hot between my legs . . .” Kristen moaned, sliding her hands down to her thighs. “Father, forgive my sins! I’m so hot and wet! Burning!” She ran her hands up and down her thighs, occasionally brushing a finger over her hairless mound.

“Mother Mary, please help!” she sobbed, caressing her closed mound and stroking her slit. Her eyes were pressed shut and she was breathing hard as she rolled her hips in time with her finger motions.

The camera zoomed in on her swollen pink vulva, with her neat rolls of purple puffy flesh in the center.

“Oh God, please don’t watch!” Kristen cried, pulling herself open kadıköy escort bayan with her right middle and index fingers, exposing her hot pink female core. Her clit was still hiding beneath its hood, but her pussy mouth was open and inviting. “You’re always watching . . .”

“Hail Mary, full of Grace . . .” Kristen whispered as she slipped the tip of her left index finger into her vagina. “No! Please help me be strong! Please help me . . .” She was sliding her finger in and out of her hot wet snatch. “Oh no! . . . No! . . . Noooooo!”

Kristen was writhing on the bed, fucking herself hard with her left middle and index finger while rubbing her clit through its hood with her right hand. “Oh God, please forgive me!” she cried. “My body! . . . I can’t stop! . . . No! . . . Oh, my body! . . . It’s . . .” Kristen screamed and thrashed for a long time.

She finally lay still, dreamily playing with her pussy.

Kristen touched the cross lying between her heaving breasts. “God, I did it again,” she whispered. “You say it’s bad, but you didn’t help. Not you, not Jesus, not Mary . . . You just watch . . . I think you enjoy watching!” Her voice trailed off and she lay there, an adolescent girl lost in her thoughts.

Kristen suddenly laughed and sat up, a young woman again. “That was great!” she said. “The strongest orgasm I’ve ever had from masturbation.” She giggled, a little nervously. “I was . . . uh . . . imagining this video on the Internet . . . millions of people watching us . . . me . . . Men stroking their hard cocks . . . Women playing with their tits and pussies . . . Couples eating and fucking . . . All watching! . . . Being watched like that . . . by so many people . . . Gets me SO hot!”

“In this video, I want to do all the sexual things the Church says are bad,” Kristen said. “So far, there’s been premarital sex and the dread sin of touching myself. What now?”

The camera pulled back to keep Kristen in the frame as she stood up to embrace the naked woman stepping into view.

Three weeks ago, my sister Angela and I had gone to a birthday party for Suzie’s mother. Kristen and Suzie’s older brother Al brought his girlfriend, Valerie Stone.

She was tall, big-bodied and muscular, with solid buttocks and big hemispherical breasts. Her skin was a rich coffee-cream color and her thick straight black hair cascaded down her back almost to her waist. Valerie’s face looked like a portrait of a Spanish Angel. Even dressed modestly in a loose pink top and long dark skirt, she gave every man in the room a hard-on.

Valerie was a Physical Education major at Brooklyn College, working her way through school. “She’s so sexy!” Angela whispered, pulling me aside. “She says she’s a waitress, but I’ll bet she’s an exotic dancer. She just projects sexuality. Guys don’t have a chance! Heck, I’d even change teams for her!”

The woman kissing and fondling Kristen so passionately was Valerie!

Valerie finally pulled away and faced the camera. Her big unsupported breasts were near-perfect coffee-cream hemispheres tipped with immense swollen brick-red nipples centered in areolas two inches in diameter.

Valerie tugged on her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and index fingers and making the elongated domes swell even more.

“Do you like this, Al?” she asked the cameraman. “I can tell Jim does!” She giggled as the view swung around to Jim, standing at the foot of the bed with a massive erection. “Give him the camera so you can take your clothes off!”

“What makes you think I’m turned on by this?” Al countered. “I’m a professional!”

Valerie laughed. “I can see the bulge in your pants!” she said. “Give me the camera and strip!” The view jumped and blurred as she took it.

I looked at Suzie. She was staring at the screen as if hypnotized and she gripped my hand like it was keeping her from flying away. “Are you all right?” I whispered. She answered by relaxing her grip and squeezing my hand reassuringly.

Al was 6′ 2″ with a lean muscular body. He had Suzie’s thick blond hair, cut really short. Valerie followed him with the camera as he sat on a chair to remove his shoes and socks. “You like?” he asked, standing up and peeling the faded-letter “Brooklyn” tank-top from his muscular chest.

“You bet!” Valerie replied.

“Show us the rest, Baby!” That was Kristin’s voice!

Al unfastened his jeans, let them fall around his ankles and kicked them away. He was wearing briefs and his upright penis stretched the pre-cum-soaked cloth.

He paused with his thumbs in the waistband. “I don’t know about this,” he said. “I’m kind of shy . . .”

Kristen stepped into view and yanked Al’s briefs down. His stiff prick was only 6″ long, but an amazingly thick 2-1/2″ in diameter.

Valerie laughed as she zoomed in on Al’s swollen pole. “That’s my mechanic boyfriend!” she said. “I love working his stick shift! Al, you’re going to get a lot harder watching me playing with your sister!”

She handed Jim the camera, escort maltepe then took Kristen’s hand and led her to the bed.

“Hold it, Baby,” Kristen said, stopping at the edge of the bed and turning to face Valerie.

“Is something wrong?” Valerie asked.

Kristen answered by gripping Valerie’s buttocks and pulling their bodies together. Valerie’s big firm coffee-cream breasts pressed into Kristen’s pale slightly smaller ones as the women kissed passionately.

“I love your tits!” Valerie whispered, kneading Kristen’s breasts. “So soft . . . natural . . . hard little nipples . . .”

“Oh Baby!” Kristen moaned, putting her hands on Valerie’s chest. “Yours are so sexy! . . . big puffy red nipples in wide chocolate areolas . . .” She plunged her face between Valerie’s breasts.

My cock was as stiff as a steel rod. Suzie’s neat little pale pink nipples in the center of her little brown areolas were longer and harder than I’d ever seen them. “Suzie, I’m so horny . . .”

She opened her legs and guided my hand to her vulva. Her mound was hot and wet. “I am too,” she answered. “I want you to fuck me, but we need to watch the video . . .” Suzie pulled my probing finger out of her folds and closed her legs. “After that . . .” She gave me a quick kiss before turning back to the TV.

Kristen was going wild, licking Valerie’s giant breasts and sucking her big hemispherical nipples. “Oh Val!” she finally gasped. “I played with a couple of girlfriends when I was young, but was never interested in women until I met you. Now . . .”

“Come on!” Valerie said, lying on the edge of the bed. The camera closed in on Kristen’s face as she fell to her knees on the floor between Valerie’s open legs.

Valerie’s mound was two tall ridges of flesh with her dark brown lips rising from the valley between them. It was already slightly separated and flushed with blood. She moaned with pleasure as Kristen ran her tongue up and down her slit, teasing it open.

“Fuck Baby! Eat me good!” Valerie commanded, pulling herself wide. Her warm chocolate lips transitioned into her hot pink interior. Her urethra was prominent on a swollen mound with the folded flesh below it stretching into darkness. The whole area was gleaming with her juices.

After teasing Valerie’s little pee-hole with the tip of her tongue, Kristen probed the dark tunnel at its base, licking and teasing Valerie’s puffy pussy-lips, circling her outer edges and occasionally darting deeper inside.

“Oh Baby! That’s so good!” Valerie moaned. “You’re always so good!” Kristen slipped her middle finger into Valerie’s wet pussy and pressed her palm against the dark woman’s vulva. “Oh fuck yeah Baby!” Valerie rolled her hips, pushing against Kristen’s hand.

The camera pulled back to show Valerie kneading her big tan breasts and twisting her swollen brick-red nipples as Kristen fucked her; first with one finger circling her pussy mouth and occasionally slipping in to rub her G-spot . . . then two fingers, twisting while plunging in and out . . . finally three fingers roughly fucking her snatch while Kristen rubbed her clit through its hood, making Valerie buck and scream.

“Oh God!” Valerie gasped when Kristen finally let her collapse on the bed. “You made me cum so hard!” Kristen straddled Valerie’s hips to kiss her. “You’re so good!”

Valerie and Kristen fondled each others’ breasts as they kissed passionately. “Hey! I thought I was going to be the butch!” Valerie giggled.

The camera moved down for a close-up of Valerie’s snatch. It was bright red, swollen and glistening with her juices. Her pussy mouth was gaping open, showing the hot red folds deep inside, begging to be separated by a big stiff cock . . .

“Move Jim,” Al said, off-camera. “I’m getting that hot pussy!” After a brief blurred jumble, the view stabilized, showing Al standing beside the bed, lifting Valerie’s legs to raise her pelvis and bring her vagina into line with his erect penis.

“I love my Mechanic!” Valerie purred as Al put his cock-head against her pussy mouth and pushed forward. “Oh God yeah!” she gasped. “Work your stick shift! Drive me, Baby!”

Suzie’s hand was wrapped around my cock, stroking me as we watched Al and Valerie.

“No!” Suzie whispered when I pressed my hand between her legs. She was hot and wet.

“You . . . we . . . want it!” I answered. “If you keep playing with my dick, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you! Maybe even in the ass . . .”

“No!” she said. “Not yet!” Suzie released my painfully-stiff penis and settled back in my arms. I was intensely aware of her hot female scent as her body pressed against mine.

Al fucked Valerie for several minutes with a leisurely rhythm, making her moan with pleasure. “Don’t stop!” she begged when he pulled out.

Al’s cock was rock hard, gleaming with Valerie’s juices and his pre-cum. “Get on your back in the middle of the bed,” he commanded.

It only took a moment to change positions. As Kristen watched, Al knelt between Valerie’s spread thighs. “Yeah, Mechanic Baby!” she said. “I’m ready for your big thick . . . piston! . . . Ready for you to drive . . .”

“Oh fuck!” Valerie cried as Al’s cock slipped into her snatch. He resumed his leisurely pace, making her squeal every time he reached bottom.

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This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved.

All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. This story contains spanking, anal play, and oral sex. If that is not something that appeals to you there is plenty here at Literotica to peak your interest. You may want to read chapter one before reading any farther.

The following morning dad called early and said we needed to get to the barn to take care of the bulls. I got around and headed that way just to get it over with. We had to collect semen from 3 bulls that morning and while it was a necessary job around our farm I did not exactly enjoy the entire process. Joyce called to me as I was heading across the yard and asked if we needed help. I told her she was more than welcome to hurry and catch up. She arrived in the barn as we were just getting the first bull in the collection chute. I got the bull into the right position and put the receiving sleeve in place and dad was behind the bull.

Dad pulled out the electro ejaculator and placed it into the bulls’ rectum and when I told him I was ready he turned it on. Joyce’s eyes got huge. “What the heck is that thing?” I explained to her that was a device that put current through the bulls rectum and it caused the bull to release semen by stimulating the prostrate in the bull. Joyce just looked at me for a minute and then I heard, “Why does the bull suddenly go rigid like that?”

“It is caused by the electricity but it’s no big deal. The bull is almost finished already.”

I took the sleeve and gave it to dad to deal with while I talked to Joyce. She looked at me and whispered, “I ought to get one of those for your ass.”

“That one has a bit too much punch for humans there sweetheart. The bull weighs 2200 lbs. and I don’t.”

“It’s a shame they don’t make that thing for humans.”

“They do it’s called a vibrator.” To which I got an elbow to the ribs.

“If you two are finished messing around over there we have two more bulls to finish with.”

We finished with the chores and I headed in to take a shower before I had to go and get hay. It is a 45 minute drive to our other farm where we raise hay and I didn’t want to smell all the way there even if I was going to get dirty again. “Mom and I have business to take care of in town today. Here is 20 bucks so you two can get something to eat while you are gone. Take your time since we really don’t have anything else we have to do today.”

“Give it to Joyce dad I need a shower.”

I headed in to take a shower and then I noticed that Joyce went upstairs. When I got in the shower I could tell that she was looking through the periscope. If you look just right you can see a shadow when the person goes in the room and when they leave. I did not know that until now because no one was ever in there. I figured out that when they enter and leave it blocks the light as they enter escort ataşehir and exit. It was nice to know that Joyce was peeking on me and I got a raging hard on just from the thought of it. I wanted to take care of it in there but I figured since she punished me I would get to take a turn at her, so I waited.

We loaded into the pickup and head for the Stetcher place. On the way there I looked over at her and smiled.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Oh I was just thinking about something.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh I was wondering what I was going to do today to punish you for peeking on me.”

“Who said I was peeking on you?”

“No one said anything but I know that you were. I figured out how you knew I was peeking on you yesterday.”

“Oh and just exactly what is that may I ask?”

“There is a shadow that shows up on the lens when you enter and leave.”

“Oh…and just what are you going to do about it?”

“Just the same things you did to me I would expect and maybe a bit more.”

“I assume that you are going to try and take advantage of me?”

“I believe that you would expect that now wouldn’t you?”

“I suppose that I would…will you be gentle with me…I have never…oh this is kind of hard to say…never had sex before.”

“You’re a virgin…I thought the way you came after me that you knew all about…sex?”

“I know only what I read and that is about it.”

“I will take my time with you if that is what you are asking but I am going to do what you did to me and I am going to enjoy it.”

“Let’s just go get the hay and go from there okay. I told you that was what I wanted yesterday.”

We got to the farm and hooked up the hay rack that was already loaded with hay. I told Joyce it was time for a break and that I wanted to show her something. I took her to the chicken coop and she looked around and said, “What is this place?”

“It is my secret hideaway that I have had for years. When we moved to the new farm I just kept working on it so that I had a place to go if I wanted it.”

I reached out and grabbed Joyce by the hips and turned her around to face me. We looked at each other and then we started to kiss. It was not a kiss shared by cousins but a kiss shared by two people who were ready to tear each other’s clothes off.

We started to remove each other’s clothes and it was not long before we stood in front of each other naked. I looked at Joyce and said, “For now my Queen I am going to ravage your little body and then I am going to punish you for peeking.”

Joyce just looked at me and I dropped to my knees and put my face right into her pussy. It smelled wonderful and I could tell that she was already wet. I placed my tongue at her opening and started to lick her very wet pussy. She held onto my shoulders and spread her legs apart to give me better access. My tongue was running through her folds and then I put the tip of my tongue on her clit and started to make circles around it. Her clit kadıköy escort was hard and she started to push her hips forward into my mouth.

A few minutes later Joyce started to shudder and she squeezed my shoulders as she started to come on my face. It was the most interesting thing I can ever think of until I leaned her back against a hutch and shoved my tongue back over her cute little asshole and drug it across her perineum. When I did that she shuddered again and reached forward and placed her hands on my shoulders drawing my tongue out again across and through her very wet pussy.

I picked her up and took her over to an old weight bench that I had in there in hopes of buffing myself up. I laid her over it on her stomach with her ass at the end and she pushed herself up on it farther and then spread her legs out over each side causing the cheeks of her ass to spread showing me everything she had to offer. I stood for a minute or so until I heard, “Are you going to just stand there all day looking at me or are you going to get down to business?”

“I am ready to get down to business as you put it but I was also admiring what was before me if you don’t mind.” As soon as I said it a leveled the first swat of the evening to her cute little ass followed by a second to the other cheek. She had a perfect handprint on each cheek and I was then ready to make them disappear by covering her entire ass until it was a beautiful red color.

“I am going to make you cute little ass wish it would have never peeked on me before I am through tonight.”

“What are you going to do after you do that?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it I guess.” I had but she didn’t know that.

“Well you better have something in mind or I might have to change places with you.”

“What would you like me to do my queen?”

“Whatever your heart desires my king.”

“Well then I guess I had better start warming up a cute little ass then.”

I delivered many well placed swats to her ass until it was totally pink. The shots I delivered where her ass and thighs met got the most obvious moans from her. I continued to place more and more of them. I then decided to see if she really wanted me to deliver a quality spanking and I began the whack, whack, whack, whack, and whack. I heard nothing but moans and saw her hips rise with each blow. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, and again she moaned and her hips moved until I finally saw on the last blow that she was trying to move her ass back into the blows.

I started again this time slower whack…whack…whack…whack…whack…and she moved back into each and every blow and whimpered with each one. This girl did not only want this she needed it. I wondered what had made her become someone who desired a spanking as if it was something she needed.

I decided at that point to give her a little break and I ran my right hand under her pussy and it was drenched. She was having orgasms from the spanking and was waiting for more. I decided at that point maltepe escort bayan to up the ante and give her what she had been asking for all evening. I placed my middle finger of my right hand at her asshole and just touched it listening to her moan from just the touch. I decided that if she wanted my finger in her ass she was going to put it there herself.

I used my left hand and smacked her ass and she pushed back against my finger when I slapped her ass. She only impaled herself up to about the first knuckle and then withdrew it from her ass. I placed it there again and delivered another blow which again caused her to push back and impale herself about halfway onto my finger. She turned and looked at me with pleading eyes and said, “Please put your finger up my ass and stroke it in and out just like I did for you.”

I stopped spanking her at that point and did as she asked. I slowly pushed my finger into her and then withdrew it very slowly. I then continued to thrust my finger back and forth into her waiting ass until she was ready for a second finger. I placed both of them at her opening and delivered another sharp smack and she pushed back taking both fingers all the way into her ass. I delivered several more slaps to her ass and she used that to thrust the fingers in and out of her ass.

Seeing that she was ready I added the third finger and again slowly shoved them in until they would go no farther. I held them steady and she started to move back and forth pulling them out and shoving them back in. She got into a very rapid pace quickly and when I sensed she was getting close I put two fingers of my left hand into her pussy and curled them to touch her G-spot causing her to visibly shake.

Once she had calmed a bit she lay down on the bench and I slowly removed my fingers from her ass. I walked up beside her and began to kiss her from the top of her ass to the back of her neck very slowly. I made several trips up and down her back and across her sides until I finally moved up to her head. She turned and looked at me and we began to kiss very passionately for a few minutes. “You know a girl could get used to that very quickly.”

“I hope so because I hope to catch you peeking again.”

“Oh I don’t think that is going to be a problem. Unless I am trying to catch you that is.”

“I am hoping to be caught as well but we will just have to be careful so that we don’t have everyone wondering what is going on.

“That’s not going to be a problem either.”

I knew she was up to something but I didn’t know what, yet.

“What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Tomorrow you are going to accidently throw manure on me when we are mucking out the stalls. When I get mad at you your parents are going to yell at you and tell you to go and find me and apologize.”

“I am?”

“You are, and then you are going to pay with your ass.”

“You really are a sneaky little thing aren’t you?”

“Yes I am but I do have a question for you. Why didn’t you take me when you had the opportunity?”

“I was planning to…but the idea of the kisses just seemed like a better idea at the time. We will have time for that my Queen we will have time for that…maybe tomorrow.”

Continued in Punished for Peeking on my Cousin Ch. 03- coming soon

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October 13th, 2172 CE

Arcturus Station

It had been a good week for Jane Shepard. She’d had time off from school to spend on the station, and her mother’s ship, the SSV Einstein, had been docked for half of that time, allowing the two Shepard women to spend some time together. The SSV Einstein was one of the ships that had responded to the recent batarian raid on Mindoir, and after many of its crew had been subjected to the atrocities there the ship was allowed to dock in more often for regular shore leave. It was apparently the Alliance’s way of trying to keep up morale and not overstress its people. Jane was happy to hear that her mother was spared the horror of getting involved directly in the events, but she could tell seeing what it had done to some of her closest friends had still affected her in the wake of it. Her mother never really spoke of it any more, and it had been months ago, so she seemed back to her old self for the most part. At the age of 18 now, Jane herself was about half a year a away of reaching the goal she was most gunning for: joining the Alliance military.

Jane walked confidently down one of the station’s corridors, a clean white towel draped over her shoulders and a gym bag in one hand. With athletic shoes on her feet, some plain gray track pants and a loose white tank top, Jane was doing something few other teenagers her age did on their time off from school: hitting the gym. It was no surprise when she walked in to see her mother already present, walking on a treadmill. From the look of it Hannah Shepard had been there a little while already. The two of them had come there each afternoon for the past couple of days, working out for an hour or two and catching up at the same time.

“Hey, honey,” the elder Shepard greeted her daughter. “A little later today than usual.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Jane said, “I caught up with a friend of mine on the way here. I didn’t know they were on-station too.”

Jane tossed her gym bag on a bench across from where her mother was running on a treadmill, then flicked the towel on top of it casually. Jane wandered over to a treadmill beside her mother’s one, not noticing the smirk on her mother’s face. As Jane mounted the gym equipment, Hannah spoke up. “Anybody special?”

“Nope. Just a friend from school,” Jane answered casually. “I don’t think you’ve met them.”

“A friend by choice, or because you haven’t tried for more?”

“Moooom!” Jane whined. “Stop doing that! Not every person I mention that I’ve befriended in high school is going to be Jane Shepard’s future husband.”

“I’m just teasing, honey,” Hannah said, clearly getting a kick out of frustrating her daughter. “I just want to make sure you’re not being reckless. You’re at that age where your hormones can override your common sense.”

Jane’s machine whirred to life and she began jogging upon it. The pace was a bit slow for her taste, so she tapped it up a few notches before turning back to her mother with a smirk. “Me? Reckless? When have I ever been reckless?”

Hannah laughed. “When haven’t you been?”

“Mooom!”

“Okay, you’re not reckless,” Hannah admitted. “But you do tend to throw yourself into things and push yourself too hard. With almost everything. Even now in fact. Are you sure that treadmill isn’t going just a little too fast for you? It’s at almost twice my speed.”

“It’s fine, mom. I can handle this level easily.” Jane paused. “Besides, I can’t be the best Alliance soldier if I hold back.”

“All I’m saying is, I just don’t want to see you with a big belly full of baby before your next birthday or something.”

“Jeez, Mom! What type of girl do you think I am?” Jane said, half-shocked, half mocking.

“I don’t mean that, honey,” Hannah answered honestly. “I just mean that it’s easy for one to do something silly when their brain isn’t the one with the loudest voice. And don’t push yourself too far, that’s all I’m saying. You’re a tough girl, but you’re also human.” Hannah let that settle before adding something else. “Besides, you’re pretty fit as it is. You don’t want to go from chasing off boys to beating them up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jane said, one raised eyebrow. She cranked the speed up a little more on her treadmill.

“That if you keep up at this pace, you’ll lose your femininity and be more muscle than woman,” Hannah joked. “You don’t want that.”

“I want to be strong and fit, not a bodybuilder.”

“Good to know,” Hannah said with a smile.

“As for getting knocked-up, trust me, Mom,” Jane said with conviction, “there’s pretty much no chance of that happening.”

“Too dedicated to becoming the best humanity has to offer to get involved with somebody else, is it?” Hannah queried. “A career military woman married to the Alliance.”

“There’s a bit of that,” Jane said, her tone growing a little more serious. “And other stuff. Personal stuff.”

“Personal stuff you can’t tell your mother?”

Jane sighed, a slight shake of bursa escort her head. She turned her head to look at her mother, who had that look in her eyes that said, “if there’s some problem you have that you’re too embarrassed to tell me about, it doesn’t matter and I’ll love you no matter what it is.” Jane looked around the room, which wasn’t an overly big gymnasium, but still not tiny either. In either case, she and her mother were the only ones using it right now.

“I guess I should probably tell you, in case I do find myself involved with somebody suddenly,” Jane said reluctantly. “I wouldn’t want to shock you too suddenly.”

“Go ahead, honey,” Hannah said, rather calmly, yet Jane could hear the slight waver in her mother’s voice. Like she was dreading what was to come.

“I might as well come out and say it,” Jane said, getting that determined look on her face her mother knew all too well. “I don’t like guys, Mom. I’m not attracted to them. They don’t interest me. I like…. girls…. Mom.”

Jane noticed her mother’s eyebrows rise up at this, and Hannah looked down and let out a loud sigh. At first Jane thought her mother was gravely disappointed, but then Hannah swung her head back and looked up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Thank God!” she declared, surprising Jane to no end. “I was really worried there for a moment. I thought you were going to say that you were into some weird fetish or something. Or that you were becoming a nun.”

“So…. you’re okay with this?” Jane asked, brow furrowed and with an expression that suggested she was questioning whether the woman beside her was her mother at all. “We’re cool?”

“Oh, honey,” Hannah said, gazing at her daughter with eyes of care and understanding. “Of course we are. You’re free to be whoever you want to be, and love whoever you want to love. You’re my daughter and I love you, and you being a lesbian isn’t going to change that.”

“What about Dad?” Jane asked.

Hannah’s smile faltered, and this time her brow twisted. “Now that I’m not so sure about. Oh, don’t be worried, honey! He won’t disown you or shun you or anything. He just might take some time to adjust, but he won’t stop loving you either. You’re his pride and joy. He was probably hoping to get some true-blue Alliance son-in-law or some such, and possibly some grandchildren down the line, but no…. he’ll be fine. He’s not the type of man to look down at you for this or anything like that. Certain hopeful wishes and hopes of his are simply going to be called to question, nothing more.”

“I have to say, Mom,” Jane said, grinning widely now, “you’re taking this a lot better than I expected.”

“Well, perhaps since you’ve told me a secret of yours, I should perhaps tell you a similar one of mine,” Hannah said, an almost devious look on her face.

“What’s that?” Jane asked playfully, believing that some kind of joke revelation was incoming.

“I’m attracted to women too,” Hannah revealed, as casually as if she had said, “I like chocolate.”

Unfortunately for her, the sudden revelation of her mother’s sexuality took Jane completely by surprise, and she had the type of reaction she was almost expecting her mother to have from her own admission earlier. Her large green eyes went ever larger, and all she got out of her mouth was the word “what” before she stumbled on her treadmill. She tried to correct herself, but her left foot didn’t land well with the fast whirring treads, wrenching the leg suddenly and sending a jolt of pain down her left thigh. The pain caused her to let go of the handlebars and she fell backwards, almost hitting her head on a weight machine a few feet behind the treadmill. Before she could open her eyes again, she felt two comforting hands on her shoulders and heard a soothing voice from her right.

“Honey!” Hannah said sharply. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Jane opened her eyes and saw her mother’s face looking at her lovingly just a few inches away.

“I’m not sure. I think I’m….”

Jane tried to stand up, but groaned in pain and slumped back down as a burning sensation seared up her inner left thigh and at her left hip. Hannah noticed her daughter’s hand move to where the pain was most intense and she nodded at Jane with a frown.

“You’ve probably wrenched a few muscles in your upper leg and lower back,” Hannah said. “There’s a medical kit in the locker room, it’s probably got some medi-gel in there.”

“No!” Jane objected sharply. “No medi-gel.”

“No?” Hannah questioned with raised brows. Jane shook her head.

“It’s just some sprained and pulled muscles, Mom,” Jane stated firmly. “I can’t go running to medi-gel for every minor injury. I need to grow fitter, stronger and tougher, and medi-gel won’t do that if I use it for every scratch, scrape, bump and sprain. We fix this and let it heal the traditional way.”

“Ever the stubborn one,” Hannah said, shaking her head but with a smile. “Let’s go then. Need a hand up, or are you too tough for that?”

“That bursa escort bayan would be appreciated,” Jane said. “Just so long as you don’t carry me in. I still need to have some dignity.”

Hannah tousled her daughter’s hair with a laugh, and then slowly helped her to her feet. Using her mother to support herself, Jane was slowly led from the gym to the female locker rooms. Hannah helped her daughter take a seat on one of the benches. While Hannah rifled through the first aid kit just inside the doorway, Jane winced and rubbed at her sore leg, then moved her neck and arms around a little to make sure there were no other injuries she hadn’t noticed yet. Aside from a big bruise on the back of her right shoulder, a smaller one on the same forearm and a slightly sore spot on her right knee, the rest of the pain was pretty much all concentrated in the same area.

Hannah placed the first-aid kit down, then got Jane to sit there and try and move her left leg, telling her when it hurt and where. Hannah nodded and confirmed Jane’s reports each time, then asked her daughter to lie down face-first on a soft, thin gym mat at the back of the room. Jane felt her mother press down on the left side of her lower back, and after a couple of minutes of this her mother asked her to turn over and sit up. Gathering the medical kit from the bench where Jane originally sat to cart it to where she now sat, Hannah gave Jane her diagnosis.

“It definitely seems you’ve pulled some muscles rather nastily, so I think we’ll just do a few stretching exercises to help you out, then you’d better see the doctor. There’s also something in her that you can rub into your leg that might relieve some of the pain. Unless it’s too close to medi-gel for you.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Jane said.

“Good,” Hannah nodded. “For starters then, lie down on your back flat.”

Jane did, then Hannah kneeled down to Jane’s feet. Taking Jane’s left foot in her hands, Hannah looked back to her daughter’s face.

“Now, I’m going to carefully raise your left up, and you bend your knee as I do. I’m then going to put pressure on the leg, okay?”

“No problem,” Jane nodded. “Go ahead.”

Hannah nodded back silently, and then did what she told her daughter she would. Jane winced a bit at the motion, but it wasn’t too bad, especially as it was done gradually. It hurt all right, but the way her muscles stretched and the manner of the pain let Jane know that it was having a positive effect.

“How’s that? Not too bad?” Hannah asked, now resting most of her torso down upon Jane’s left leg. Jane nodded up at her mother, whose head was only about a foot above hers, though hovering over her chest rather than her face.

“Good,” Hannah smiled. “I’ll let the leg down now for a few seconds, and then we’ll bring it up again, and repeat the process a few times.”

The first couple of times they repeated the process neither Shepard said anything not to do with the stretching exercise. On the third time back up, Hannah let out a laugh as she gazed down at Jane and spoke more casually. “Sorry about that, honey. I shouldn’t have acted so casual about it.”

“So it’s true?” Jane asked. “You’re not just messing with me or trying to make me feel better because I got hurt?”

“Oh, it’s true alright,” Hannah said. “I’ve been bisexual since before your age. Not exactly sure why, and I haven’t exactly been shouting about it across the treetops or anything. In fact, you’re now one of only a small handful of people that know.”

“Dad knows then?”

“He knows, honey,” Hannah said. “Not that it’s mattered since we got together and you were born. I still appreciate the female form though. I may be married to your father, but that hasn’t changed how I feel. It doesn’t mean I’m going to cheat on him or anything, but I’m still human. The important thing is controlling yourself, like with anything.”

“Is that some kind of dig at me?” Shepard joked. Hannah laughed.

“It wasn’t intended that way, but it is now,” the elder Shepard said with a wink. “Okay, that’s enough of that for now. We’ll see if some of this stuff helps before it starts swelling-up.”

Jane nodded and Hannah released the pressure on her leg, letting her lower it. Fishing a small oval container from the first aid kit, she opened the lid and gave her daughter more instructions.

“You’ll have to lower those pants, honey. I have to rub this into the skin.”

Jane didn’t think twice, since this was her mother, and she carefully pulled her track pants down her legs. It wasn’t easy with a jolt of pain tearing down her thigh, so Hannah helped her until they were below her knees.

“That’s far enough,” Hannah said. “Open your legs a bit now, honey. Where’s the pain worst?”

“Here,” Jane indicated.

Hannah scooped out a gob of some fairly dull looking creamy paste and applied it to Jane’s upper leg, just above the knee where the pain reached the lowest. The stuff itself was cold upon contact, escort bursa but as her mother began running it in it began to feel warmer. Jane looked up at her mother as she leaned down over her, applying and rubbing all the while.

“So,” Hannah started. “Now that I know…. is there really still nobody special in my little girl’s life?”

“That’s still the truth,” Jane said, almost regretfully it sounded. “It’s not like I’m not focused on other things though.”

“Yet at the same time, you know you like other girls,” Hannah said, putting Jane on the spot.

“I know I find girls attractive, but…. I haven’t found anybody that’s, well….”

“Special?” Hannah finished.

“Yeah, I guess that’s right,” Jane said. “Still…. what does another woman look for in a woman?”

“You’re asking me?” Hannah said.

“Well, you’ve told me you like women too now. What do you look for in a girl?”

“Honey, different women look for different things in a woman, just like they do if they’re interested in men. There’s no single answer. You yourself will like certain kinds of women for different reasons than somebody else will.”

“I guess,” Jane said with a sigh. “I just sometimes wonder if you’re right about what you said earlier.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

“I mean about me being too, I don’t know… butch. Too much of a tomboy, or too tough for most women. I mean, women are into women for them being like women right? For being feminine, like you said, not for being mannish!”

Hannah laughed, still rubbing the cream into Jane’s thigh as she did. When she stopped, she leaned in close to Jane and looked down at her daughter with one of the most loving and caring expressions Jane had seen.

“Honey…. you are anything but mannish. You are beautiful and gorgeous, and you have a wonderful personality and a very attractive figure. You are strong, but you have in no way lost your femininity.”

Jane felt her mother’s free hand gently stroke her cheek, and as she gazed up at her she felt a strange sensation in her stomach. She always knew her mother was beautiful, and at the age of 36 Hannah Shepard was in her prime, looking closer to 28 thanks to her lifestyle and career. But as she gazed down at Jane with that loving, half-lidded look of warmth, with locks of brown hair clinging to her forehead and her skin glistening with beads of sweat all over, it was suddenly quite different for Jane. She was suddenly aware of her mother’s lustrous lips, the way her mother’s tank top clung to her body and the fact she was wearing small athletic shorts that revealed almost all of her perfectly sculpted legs. Jane noticed the way her mother’s tank top plunged down at the front into a soft valley, and the swell of the mounds that it led to, peaked off with two distinct imprints pressed against their sweat-soaked covering. Time had seemed to slow, and Jane noticed the incredible softness of her mother’s palm against her cheek, the weird sensation in her stomach that seemed to rise and fall between fear and want somehow, and most of all how closer her mother’s hand now was to her most tender, sensitive area. Jane felt her heart begin to beat, and her face felt hot, and what her mother did next didn’t help matters.

Hannah lent down slowly towards Jane, and placed a gentle peck on her daughter’s lips. It was no different from any other kiss that she’d been given before, but while it only lasted a split second, for some reason the sensation seemed to linger there for longer. Her mother pulled back away slowly, and for a moment Jane thought her own beating heart was going to drown out her mother’s words.

“You’re perfect, Honey,” Hannah said. “If I was half my age and I wasn’t your mother, I’d jump on you in a heartbeat.”

Jane’s mind was a fog after that, which is why she replied with what she did. “If you did, I think I’d let you.”

At first Hannah smiled at the comment, clearly taking it as just a joke on her daughter’s part, but as she looked at her daughter’s face she noticed the reddened cheeks and hazy eyes that seemed to stare straight through her. It clicked that Jane had said it with rather heavy breathing, and how much her daughter’s chest was rising and falling. Hannah looked into her daughter’s eyes with a puzzled expression, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Suddenly aware of her hand still rubbing her daughter’s thigh, she gazed down to notice the tips of her fingers less than an inch now from Jane’s sex. She stopped the motions, and then slowly took her hand away, leaning back up to kneel at Jane’s feet.

“Well, I…. I think that’s enough for now,” Hannah said, clearly flustered. “I think we’ll leave your care in the hands of a doctor now. You’d better pull your pants back up and I’ll help you to the med-bay.”

“Mom, wait,” Jane said as she pulled herself up without Hannah’s help. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Jane. I understand,” Hannah responded.

“No, it’s not okay,” Jane huffed. “I didn’t mean to say that to you, I was just…. I just got caught up in the talk, and then what you said, and…. Like you said before, at my age my hormones run wild, and with you rubbing my thigh like that and all the….”

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I decided to stop off at the café for a cup of coffee before heading into work. Kriszta and Jana were both working. I exchanged smiling greetings with each of them and did my best to not let their coworkers know I’d fucked them both within the last ten hours. I was impressed with how much Kriszta managed to flaunt her proud breasts and round ass at me despite the relative modesty of her uniform. Jana was clearly watching and imitated a few of Kriszta’s more subtle moves. I enjoyed the views while finishing up my coffee, then waved goodbye to the women and headed into work.

It being Friday, the dress code was even more relaxed than usual in Hungary. The guys were all in shorts and t-shirts. Mia was wearing shorts and a t-shirt too, although she filled her clothes in a much more interesting way than the guys did. A few times during the day I noticed her large nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I never saw a panty-line through the tight shorts. Natasha wore a short denim skirt and tight, white shirt.

During the morning coffee break I asked my colleagues where a guy should take a girl to dinner in order to impress her. This resulted in a bit of teasing about how “quick” Americans are, how they hoped that I would be able to stay in the race since I was so quick out of the gate, and so on. When asked, I just said that I’d been quite taken with one of the girls who worked in the café across the street from the apartment. Natasha seemed a bit surprised that I’d gotten a date so quickly. Eventually, the conversation turned to my question and the consensus seemed to be the best place for a romantic dinner was Kacsa Vendéglo.

I called the restaurant and managed to get a reservation for that night at 6 PM (earlier than most Hungarians eat). I spent the day switching between working and remembering the feel of Jana’s lips around my cock, the taste of her sweet pussy juice, the way her hard little body pressed against me during her orgasm, and the smell of her hair as we rested afterwards. Needless to say, there were a fair number of times over the course of the day that I had a raging erection. Inevitably, it was during one of these times that Natasha asked me to help her replace the bottle on the water cooler. I pretended not to notice her noticing the bulge in my jeans.

She pulled off the empty bottle and put it on the ground next to the full ones. I slid a full bottle out from the pile and as I crouched down to lift it, I noticed that Natasha’s skirt had ridden up and I could see almost all the way up it. She squatted down to push the empty bottle into the place vacated by the full one. Normally, this position prevents us Peeping Toms from seeing much of anything. In this case, because I was already pretty low I got a good view of her lacy white panties as she squatted down. Needless to say, this did nothing to reduce the severity of my erection.

I lifted the full bottle and put it on to the cooler, managing to avoid spilling any water in the process. As I turned away from the cooler I realized that Natasha was still squatting, which brought her eyes directly in line with my raging erection. She looked at my crotch then she looked up at me and smiled as she stood up. Even though she was only in that position for a few moments, my mind was filled with the image of her smiling lips wrapped around my cock until I came all over her face. “Koszonom,” she said.

“Szivesen,” I replied (thank you/you’re welcome) and walked back to my desk. I managed to get a little more work done before it was time to leave, but not much.

I rode the subway in such a haze that I hardly noticed all of the cleavage on display. I got to my apartment and partook of the Three S’s of Manhood – shit, shower, and shave. That order is pretty important for reasons obvious when you think about them. I dressed and was ready when Jana knocked on my door.

I opened the door for her and ushered her into the apartment. She wore the light cotton dress that was the fashion at the time. I closed the door and leaned down to kiss her (there was almost a foot difference in our heights). She put her arms around my neck and I lifted her off of her feet as our tongues slid back and forth across each other. I cupped her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her legs wrapped around my waist.

I pressed her against the hallway wall, continuing to thrust my tongue into her mouth. She passionately pendik escort returned my kiss and ran her hands through my hair. I unwrapped her legs from my waist and slid her down the wall until she was standing up again. I broke our kiss and dropped to my knees. Lifting her skirt, I slid my tongue along the inside of her thigh. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and pulled her thong out of my way so that I could begin eating her out.

My tongue slid over and around the lips of her pussy, drawing a moan from her. After a few more passes across her entire cunt, I began to focus my tongue on her clit, working steadily back and forth across it. In almost no time at all, Jana was bucking against me. Her legs trembled as she began to cum. I slid an arm under the leg she was standing on so that she was riding on my shoulders and pressed my mouth more tightly against her cunt, alternately working her clit and slurping the juices from between her pussy lips. Her head hit the wall repeatedly and she let out a series of cries as she thrashed in orgasm, but she never stopped pressing herself against my face. I held her up as her orgasm subsided, continuing to gently lap the juices from her dripping pussy. She slid her legs off of my shoulders and pulled me up to kiss me deeply.

“Wow,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.” She reached for my throbbing erection and gave it a rub through the fabric of my pants. I glanced at the clock.

“I think I’m going to have to wait a bit,” I said. “You can owe me one. Otherwise, we’ll miss our dinner reservation.”

“Oh? Where are we going?” she asked.

“Kacsa Vendéglo,” I said.

“I’m impressed. How did you know to go to this restaurant?”

“I work with good people.” I told her. We cleaned up, left the apartment, and caught a taxi to the restaurant.

We made it in time for our reservation and had a great meal. We talked about our families (she had a younger sister, her father had died when they were both young), our educations (she was part way through a degree in accounting but was having trouble coming up with tuition), and our lives. She laughed at my jokes and I enjoyed hers. I even managed to not stare too overtly at our waitress’ copious charms which were well-displayed by her tight fitting pants and low-cut blouse.

As we were finishing our dessert, Jana asked “So, did you have plans for what we do next?”

“Nothing in particular,” I replied. “I figured maybe you’d have a favorite romantic walk we could take through Budapest, a good bar we could go to, or that you’d be overwhelmed with my charm and just take me back to my apartment and have your way with me.”

“I think I like that last option the best,” she said while sliding a bare foot up my leg and into my crotch. “After all, I still owe you one from earlier…” We laughed. I paid the bill and we caught a taxi back to the apartment. We stopped at her car (parked behind the café) to pick up her overnight bag and then went up to my rooms.

As we walked past our voyeur’s dark apartment Jana said, “Kriszta told me that she saw the two girls having sex when she left. Would you like to watch that?”

“Of course, I would,” I said. “I am a guy after all!”

“What do you mean?” she said as we continued down the balcony.

“Well, since they are both attractive I, as a straight guy, can understand why each of them would want to have sex with the other because I’d want to too. Plus, by watching them I can imagine in detail doing each of those things to them and knowing what their reaction will be.”

“But if they’re lesbians, they won’t be interested in having sex with you,” she countered.

“But if they’re bisexual, they might be!” I returned as I started to unlock the door. “Besides, even if they are lesbians and wouldn’t be interested in me, that won’t stop me from imagining that it’s me having sex with them. Besides, I’m just happy that somebody’s doing them. I think the world would be a better place if people could admit what they like, find it, and be happy about it.” I went into the apartment and turned off the alarm. Jana followed and closed and locked the door behind her.

“So can you admit what you want?” she said as she turned to me.

“You,” I said, moving closer to her. “I want you to strip for me and then fuck me.” I put my hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. I began whispering in her ear, “I want you to sate yourself on escort pendik me. I want you to tell me exactly what you want done and have me do it to you.” I licked down her neck and back up. “I want to fuck you every way we can think of. I want to cum all over your tits and on your face and in your mouth.” I lifted her up in my arms, pressing her against the wall in the hallway again. We kissed savagely and ground our bodies against each other.

As I began licking down her neck again, she said “What else do you want?”

“I want to be in the room as the two girls who watched us the other night fuck each other. I want to watch while they both fuck you. I want all three of you on top of me and cumming.” She moaned. I worked my hand under her skirt and began rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her white thong.

“I want to fuck all three of you individually,” I continued. I traced my tongue up her neck and whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you all at the same time, going from one pussy to another and then the third. I want you three to suck me off and let me cum all over you. Then I want to watch while you lick each other clean and swap my cum between you.” She let out another moan. I could feel her wetness through her thong.

We kissed deeply and I said, “But for right now, I want you. I want to satisfy you and be satisfied by you.”

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” she said. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Lying between her thighs, I kissed her deeply.

“Draw the shades, I want this to be just between us,” she said. I got up and pulled the shades down. She turned on the radio (it was on the station that Kriszta had tuned it to), listened for a moment and said, “This will do. Sit on the end of the bed.”

I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the end of the bed as she got up. She began dancing to the music, spinning around and lifting her skirt to show me her thong covered ass, bending forward and squeezing her tits together. After a few more bumps and grinds, she turned her back to me and slowly unzipped the back of the dress. She took an agonizingly long time to slide each spaghetti strap off of her shoulders, swaying her hips from side to side in time with the music. As the dress fell to her waist, she cupped her breasts with her hands and began turning in place, swishing her hips in time to the music so that I could see her from every angle as the dress fell to the floor.

She walked over to me, breasts still concealed by her hands, and leaned down to kiss me. As our tongues moved past each other, she slid her hands to the back of my head and stood up, pressing my face into her perky tits. I licked each nipple as it came within range and began squeezing her delectable ass, pulling her body against mine. She slid down me and knelt between my legs. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants.

“Stand up,” she said. “I want to give you what I owe you.” I rose to my feet. She unzipped my pants and pulled both pants and boxers down to my ankles. My cock sprang forward almost hitting her in the face.

She smiled, took my cock in her hand and began licking along its length. After a few licks, she began sucking on the head. Taking it deeper into her mouth, she began bobbing up and down, her hand moving in time with her lips to give me a delightful sensation along the entire length of my cock. I let out a moan. She smiled around my cock and looked up at me. Taking her mouth from me but continuing to stroke in the same rhythm she asked, “Do you like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “That’s fantastic!” She continued to look up at me with her big brown eyes as she began sucking on me again. In almost no time at all it was too much for me. “I’m going to cum!” I warned. She didn’t change her rhythm until the first spurts began to fire into her mouth.

Jana stopped sucking and pulled her mouth back from my cock, but continued to stroke me as I fired a spurt of cum into her mouth and another across her cheeks. The sight of my cum on this sweet girl’s face drove my orgasm to greater heights, leading to additional shots onto her face and then onto her breasts. I had to hold onto the bedpost to keep from falling over. Jana let some of the cum dribble down her chin from the corner of her mouth and then swallowed what she’d been holding on her tongue. She leaned forward and took me back in her mouth, still stroking my cock to get the last dribs pendik escort bayan and drabs.

Once she’d milked me dry, she stood up and, looking into the mirror on the wardrobe, began gathering my cum from her body with a finger and then licking and sucking her finger clean. I sat on the bed and watched, feeling a twitch from my spent cock every time her round tongue flicked along her finger or her full lips closed over it. In this way, she cleaned all of my cum from her face and most of it from her breasts, looking right into my eyes the whole time. She massaged the rest into her flesh, pulling at her nipples. By the time she was done, I was semi-erect again.

She strutted over to me and bent over slightly to kiss me. Our tongues pressed against each other. She straightened up and pressed her breasts into my face. I licked them both for a little. She pushed me back onto the bed and said, “I want you to lick my pussy until I tell you to stop.” She quickly pulled off her thong, then crawled up the length of my body and straddled my head, her pussy just above my face. I ran my tongue up on thigh, across her pussy, and down the other thigh. Then I began to teasingly eat her out, randomly delivering gentle strokes of my tongue across her pussy lips, clit, and thighs while squeezing her ass with both hands. She moaned and then pressed herself closer to my tongue.

“Lick my clit!” she commanded. I did, flicking my tongue back and forth across her large nub. She rocked back and forth on my face and began to moan almost continuously. I could see across the expanse of her flat belly that she was pinching both of her nipples viciously as she took her pleasure from my tongue. Her gyrations came quicker and became wilder as she neared the peak, I just tried to keep my tongue in range of her cunt, much less her clit. She began grinding against my face and let out a series of short sharp cries as she came. I slurped at the sweet juices that flowed from her pussy, swallowing them and running my tongue around and around the edges of her pussy lips to be sure that I didn’t miss any. She fell forward, but managed to catch herself on her arms before her face hit the bed. She lifted her hips up slightly and said something that sounded like, “Szeretlek.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked, leaning my head back and trying to see her face along the length of her body.

She laughed and rolled off of me. “I’ll tell you some other time,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. “Well, I’m satisfied,” she said with the air of someone trying to change the subject, “but you clearly have some more life,” gesturing towards my now rampant cock. “Let’s do something about it.” She leaned over and kissed me, then unbuttoned my shirt, kissing each section of newly exposed flesh as she went. She briefly took the head of my cock back in her mouth, then stood up and said, “Slide up, I want to ride you.”

I shrugged out of my shirt, adjusted the pillows so that I could recline on them, and lay back. She climbed up my body, brushing her breasts along my legs, around my cock, along my belly. We kissed as she took my cock in hand and guided it into her tight, wet cunt. She slowly began moving up and down my length as our tongues and lips continued to slide across each others in a passionate kiss. I began squeezing the firm globes of her ass, she pressed her breasts against my chest.

We fucked slowly for a time, enjoying the sensation of our bodies moving against each other. I caressed every available inch of her firm flesh, from toes to head, cupping, squeezing, tickling, scratching, whatever seemed appropriate. I licked and sucked on as much of her as I could reach. She returned the favor, sucking on my neck, ears, and nipples. Her movement on my cock began to speed up; eventually, we were both ready to cum again.

She said, “I want you to be on top.” I held her close to me and managed to roll us over without removing my cock from her cunt. Her legs wrapped around me as I continued to squeeze her body against mine and began pounding my hips against hers, driving my cock as deeply into her as I could. Her fingernails were once again digging into my back and she began screaming.

“I’m going to cum inside of you,” I shouted over her yells. She sank her teeth into my shoulder as her orgasm convulsed her. I let out a yell and fired what remained of my seed into her hot, wet cunt as we came together in a kaleidoscopic maelstrom of lust. Our bodies trembled with the intensity of our orgasm. When it was done, I collapsed on top of her and we lay there, panting, eyes closed, our bodies still connected at the vital center of our sexual desires.

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“Samantha!” Rick called, “You’re dork who sucks at everything!”

This of course was the opposite of the truth. I just got the highest score on the final in AP science, but that hardly mattered to the guy who was upset that I got a scholarship and he didn’t.

High school was almost over. After this weekend there were just two more days to graduation. I couldn’t wait to no longer be around all the idiots that seem to go to this school.

I gathered my bag and hurried out the door of my last class of the day, down the steps and out the glass doors ready to go home and enjoy the weekend.

I pushed through the crowded alley way between buildings and around the corner.

Finally away from everyone I changed my pace to a more normal walk, though I was anxious to get home and try out on my new bikini and go swimming. I rounded the last corner before my house and POW!!

I’ve been punched I thought at first, but as the next second passed I realized that no fist could make all of my body hurt at the exact same time the way I felt.

Everything was white, and I couldn’t make out any of my surroundings. My ears rang with a high pitched scream. Then after only a few seconds more of the agony it was gone.

I looked around, I was on the sidewalk exactly where I should be. Everything looked as it had before. I couldn’t see anything that would explain what had happened.

I looked at myself. I looked at my thin legs, my tiny green shorts that hugged me very tightly, I lifted up my thin shirt and saw my flat stomach with my tiny slit of a belly button.

I lowered my shirt and ran my hands through my blonde hair. It came down to just above my crack, and was very soft, if I say so my self. Everything seemed normal.

Only, my bra felt a little tight.

I walked the half block home and ran in the front door and up the stairs to my room to think about it some more. I threw my bag into the corner, and looked at myself in the mirror.

I have a small nose and lips, and dark blue eyes. I don’t see anything bruised or injured, just that feeling that my bra was too tight.

I lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it on the bed. I looked at my chest, my tiny bra that was almost out of decency more than a need to support my flat chest, was now holding some B cup tits, which were spilling out of the top.

I undid the bra’s clasp at the back and my breasts popped forcefully out of it. This was very weird, now that they were out of their confining bra I’d say they were a perky C cup.

My pink nipples pushed into the air and were completely erect. I couldn’t help myself I ran my finger around my areolas and pinched my nipples. They felt normal, maybe better than normal I could feel my pussy start to moisten.

“Sam are you up there?” I jumped when my mother called from downstairs, “Sam I need your help!”

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on over my bare tits, and ran down stairs, a little flushed at what I had been doing. I was never one to play with myself.

I’d never really had any sexual experiences, well I kissed a guy and I let him touch my chest, but he was unimpressed by them. I’d never let anyone touch them since.

When I got downstairs I didn’t see my mother at first, then I turned to the door and saw her balancing four paper bags of groceries, which had apparently shifted when she opened the door.

She had them pressed against the wall as she tried to keep them from falling. I hurried over and grabbed two of the bags from her. “Thank you she said, I thought I was going to loose them.”

We went to the kitchen and I helped her put groceries away. As I did I noticed that the button on her blouse had opened. It must have happened when she almost lost the bags. I could see the curves of her breasts, and her deep cleavage.

I then realized that I had never before noticed that my mother had a very nice big rack. I found my self wondering if my tits looked like hers. Obviously mine were much smaller despite their sudden increase.

But might tuzla escort they have a similar shape? Could the nipples be the same color, the same size? Would they feel the same as mine did when I was playing with them in my room? Would they feel good pressed against mine? What would they taste like?

I suddenly stopped myself, as my thoughts were really getting away from me, and Mom was looking at me wondering what I was staring at.

I turned and grabbed a can of corn that I put in cupboard, then went back for another only I saw that Mom had undone another button and was reaching inside her shirt.

They way she moved her hand over her breast made it look like she was checking its size. She saw me looking at her and quickly pulled her hand out.

“I had an itch”, she exclaimed in a way that sounded like a cover up. I didn’t know what to say so I grabbed another can of corn and put it away.

I wondered why she reached so deep into her blouse to get an itch, it seemed a bit odd. Where was that itch, from the look of it, it must have been right on her nipple.

What does that nipple look like? Could I see it somehow, maybe walk in while she was showering.

Yeah that wouldn’t be obvious, –sorry Mom didn’t hear the loud water spraying from the shower head. Or notice that someone was in the shower before I pulled back the curtain, my mistake.

That’ll go over like boulders through a sieve. Still could there be an “innocent” way that I could see her in the shower?

“Well that’s the last of it” Mom said, “thanks for your help Sam”.

“Sure Mom”, I answered, “Want to watch something with me?” I asked just so that I’d have said something.

“Not now, I think I’ll go take a shower, wash my… uh, wash myself up.”

“Ok” I said and she turned and walked down the hall toward the bathroom. I watched her ass sway side to side as she went. She was skinny but curvey, she was really hot.

Her hair had once been the same color as mine, but was now blond only because of her efforts to keep it that way. Her legs were not as thin as mine, but were still toned below her mid length business skirt.

As she walked down the hall I though I saw Mom open her blouse. She usually kept her self so modest, but here she was undressing as she walked down the hall.

I sat down on the our soft green couch, the one with the diamonds that were a darker green. I was thinking of Mom running water over her breasts. If only I could see them. Where were these thoughts coming from? This desire to see my Mother naked seems to have risen up this afternoon from no where.

I’ve never thought of anything like that before, well before that smash of pain on the way home. That’s when my breasts felt larger too. I lifted my shirt again exposing my breasts to the empty room.

My sisters and brother wouldn’t be home for another hour or so. My breasts look even bigger than before, they were almost a D cup now. Why were the growing? Were they going to get as big as Mom’s? How big is Mom?

I heard the shower turn on from down the hall. The water was loud, just as I had thought to myself, too loud actually, like the door was left open.

I pulled my shirt down over my breasts again, which was a very difficult task with them so big now. My nipples were erect again and they pushed out against the fabric of my T-shirt. I pushed on them a little as I walked down the hall, why was I going down the hall? I didn’t remember deciding to do that.

I got to the bathroom door and sure enough it was open, did I dare step in? What would Mom say if she noticed me? I pushed the door the rest of way open. I took a step inside. I could clearly see Mom’s silhouette on the white curtain.

I stepped softly over to the edge of the shower and found that the curtain hadn’t been drawn all the way. I held my breath and peaked inside at my Mother showering.I saw her smooth back as she faced the shower head. She had her hair all soapy and had it in all up in her hands as she scrubbed it.

I looked at the round globes tuzla escort bayan of her ass, they looked so warm, I wanted to squeeze them, feel them. Her legs were long and toned, her feet looked soft and I found I wanted to caress them.

Just then she turned to the side, and I pulled back hoping she didn’t see me. I heard her continue to wash her hair. Being extra daring I quickly looked and pulled back minimizing the amount of time I was in site.

She had had her eyes closed as she rinsed her hair, so I looked again hoping her eyes were still closed. I was in luck, her eyes were shut tight as she rinsed her hair behind her, I looked her up and down, finally seeing her beautify big tits. She gulped them in with her eyes.

They were a lot like her own, only they sagged a tiny bit from their weight. They were round and firm and inviting. Her nipples were tiny and pink just like my own. What would they feel like if I rubbed them back and forth between my fingers?

I enjoyed looking at her breasts for at least a full minute, afraid that I’d get caught at any second, and I’d be in so much trouble. Despite that I couldn’t stop looking. I let my eyes slide down her tight stomach and down to her pubic mound.

She had light colored pubic hair that really stopped me from being able to see her pussy. Oh how I wished that hair wasn’t there blocking it, I’d love to see Mom’s slit, to see her lips, touch them pull them aside and look deep into her. If only that hair weren’t there.

Then I saw that Mom had grabbed a bottle of shaving cream, to shave her pits I guessed, but I looked up and saw that her pits had already been shaved, probably before I entered the room.

I watched as Mom, with her eyes still closed lathered up the shaving cream and spread it on her pubic mound. I had never thought of shaving pubic hair off. It just never occurred to me before that moment.

From the look at how grown Mom’s pussy hair was it had never occurred to her before either. I was going to see her shave her pussy, see her pussy lips, see them bare and hairless in front of me. Touch them, kiss her right on the lower lips, and stick my tongue into…

Mom’s eyes opened and she looked right at me. I instinctively pulled back afraid of what she would say, only I didn’t see the shower curtain.

Or the bathroom.

I was very disoriented, but after a few moments I realized I was back in the living room on the green couch, the one with the diamonds that were a darker green.

How did I get here. I sat dumbfounded for a few minutes not understanding. Then I heard the water turn off. As I continued to ponder the strangeness of it.

Mom walked into the living room wrapped up in a towel, with her hair in another towel. She sat next to me. “So what are we watching?” She asked.

After a minute I shook the confusion out of my mind and answered, “Nothing, I was just thinking” About how weird that was and if I really saw your tits, it seemed so real, but now…

“What about?” she asked.

“Oh nothing in particular” I evaded, still thinking to myself, was it real? If only that towel would slip then I could see if I actually saw your boobs. They could look completely different, maybe I just imagined the whole thing.

“Well lets see what’s on” Mom said and picked up the remote and started flipping channels. As she did the towel did slip and her breast popped out. It was indeed the exact breast I had been looking at before. Right down to the pink nipple that looked just like mine.

“Oops” Mom said and covered herself again, “Sorry”.

“No problem Mom.” I answered, then got bold, “Though if you’re going to flash me you could at least show me both of them” and I laughed.

“You’re such a naughty girl” Mom told me and playfully flopped her hand on my thigh. It sent a current through me, it felt so good to have her touch me. Then I thought silently. I would be nice to see both of those breasts though.

Right then Mom readjusted on couch but the towel didn’t come with her, it pulled down escort tuzla into her lap, and I was able to see both of her large magnificent breasts for a moment, until Mom screamed and pulled the towel up.

“It seems you were prophetic, I obviously need to go put some clothes on, and she stood and hurried down the hall embarrassed.

Man she’s beautiful I thought, I hope I look like here when I’m that age. Without thinking about it I leg my hand fall to my breast and started plucking my nipple through my shirt. Then I looked down my Breasts were now a double D, I’m almost as big as Mom I thought.

This is so weird, its like everything I think of is happening. Except my breasts seem to be getting bigger without me thinking about it. Hmm, I thought, could it be, I thought of a car, a red Ferrari, I jumped up and looked out the window. No Ferrari. Silly of me to try really.

Why is it then that all this sexy stuff is happening when I think about it. Its like my sexual desires are coming true, even desires I never had before now. I then thought, why don’t I rule that out too. So I thought of something ridiculous.

A bus full of guys and girls stopping in front of the house all naked and they get out and have a huge orgy on the lawn. I looked out the window and sure enough, nothing. Well that’s that.

Then I heard a loud horn, I looked out the window just as a bus appeared and naked people started getting off of the bus and they started fucking each other right there on the lawn.

There’s no people there, no people there I thought to my self, looked out the window again and they were gone. My heart was pounding and I didn’t what to think. I ran to my room and closed the door.

Why was I able to see Mom and then not get caught, and like teleport to the living room? Could I do it again? I thought to myself. I want to see my mom in her room, I’ll watch her change, if its not too late.

I got up and walked out the door, down the stairs and then down the hallway to her room. The door was closed this time. Here ‘goes I said to myself silently and opened the door and stepped inside.

Mom was indeed getting dressed. She was naked in the closet flipping through her clothes. She must have heard me enter but she didn’t say anything. I walked up behind her and watched her.

I looked again at those perfect breasts, wanting to grab them, feel them with my fingers. As I thought this Mom began to massage her left breast.

She had decided on an outfit and pulled it from the hanger, a red dress with a very low neck, and skirt that looked like it wouldn’t cover much.

She turned around as was facing me, but she didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. She just walked to the bed and laid down the dress.

“Why am I so turned on?” She said out loud. “I feel like I did in the shower, like all I want to do I have sex.”

She sat on the bed and I looked at her pussy for the first time. It was smooth and had no hair at all due to her shave in the shower. I wondered what that felt like and thought I’ll have to try it myself.

I ogled her pussy lips that seemed to be calling for someone to touch them. Mom’s fingers answered their call.

She laid bed and ran her fingers up and down her slit I could see her getting wet.

Mom even pulled her lips apart and I got real close, still a little afraid that I was going to get caught even though it seemed that Mom couldn’t tell I was there.

She pulled more and I could look right into her pussy, her opening was very small, I guess she hadn’t had it stretched by anything in a long time, but I could see into her pink canal just a bit.

I wanted to push my finger in that love hole, see what it felt like. I put a finger towards her and waited just at her hole, and then went for it, just as my finger would have touched her cunt, I was ripped back to my room.

What went wrong I wondered. What ever strangeness had happened to me must not give me the ability to touch when I wonder unseen. Still I had seen my Mother’s pussy, shaven and sexy. I wanted my pussy to be bare like that too. I ran to my door and down the hall to the upstairs bathroom.

To shower and shave, and for good measure, I left the door open just in case.

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“So, you seem healthy for a man your age. You’re healthy for a man half your age. Was there anything else?”

“Well, Doctor, there is one problem,” Mark mentioned reticently.

“You see, I met this woman a while ago. It’s the first girl I’ve, you know, been with since I was married and things just aren’t the same.”

“Having erectile difficulties?” the doctor asked.

“No, not at all. Almost the opposite,” Mark paused to collect his words, “It has no problem getting up and staying up, it just takes so long to… finish.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. Don’t be shy,” the doctor asserted.

“It takes a lot longer to cum than it used to. I mean, it can take an hour, sometimes two, of, you know, fucking.”

“That’s a problem? Your girlfriend must love it,” the doctor said jokingly.

“Let’s just say that, after the first hour, it loses it’s charm.”

“Have you tried different positions?”

“Are you kidding? It’s like gymnastics. She’s an animal in bed and out of bed, too. I can’t figure it out. She’s gorgeous and sexy and I can’t look at her without getting turned on but my dick just doesn’t want to get the job done.”

“I’ve heard of this problem before,” the doctor said with a smirk, “It’s called getting older.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s a relief. I thought you might recommend a psychologist or something.”

“Do you think you need a psychologist?”

“It’s always a pleasure talking to you, Doc.”

Mark returned home to find Jenny preparing dinner. He admired her teardrop ass as she stood in front of the stove, stirring a pot. Then, she bent over to take a peek inside the stove and he thought of taking her right there.

“You don’t have to work tonight?” he asked.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed as she was startled, “Don’t surprise me like that.”

He walked up behind her, put his arms around her and kissed her on the neck.

“Sorry. Mmm, smells wonderful.”

“Filet of salmon in aspic,” Jenny said proudly.

“I’m not talking about the food.”

She turned around and pulled his head and lips to hers. They had their own little world together which is a good thing because when they were apart they lived in different worlds.

Mark had been working in the same office building since college, nearly twenty years. He had risen to the ranks of upper-middle management or maybe even middle-upper management, depending on who you talked to. It was a big company where he knew everybody. It was also a conservative company that had never heard of casual Fridays. Over twenty years, Mark had become part of the furniture but, since the divorce, had abstained from the company’s social occasions. Without a significant other, he would been too much of an other.

He had imagined introducing Jenny to his associates but was scared she wouldn’t fit in. Jenny is unconventional, to say the least. She believed in astrology and even called herself a wiccan. She talked about it proudly and, although Mark would not try to discourage her, he would be embarrassed if she interpreted his boss’ tarot cards or something like that. Actually, he found that charming about her. She was so open and free and so different from him. They didn’t agree on much but, as long they could merely accept, they didn’t disagree.

If nothing else, it was certainly a learning experience for Mark. Before he met her, his life seemed like a cave. Now, it was a open field with endless horizons but, five days a week and eight hours a day, he had to return to his cave. It’s a crowded cave where everybody dressed alike, talked alike and thought alike. Anything individual, like a personality, had been quietly and thoroughly repressed. The walls of the cave were grey and blue beylikdüzü escort suits. Personally, Mark preferred the grey, they represented nothing but conformity and comfortable warmth.

Just outside the cave was sunshine but there was also rain and snow. Mark had seen his share of storms but until he met Jenny, had never smelled the flowers. She brought back his long forgotten youth and was everything that he was not. She lived by her own rules and made no excuses. Maybe, just maybe, they would see the light and warmth that she brought into his life.

“Jenny, I want to introduce to the people I work with. There’s going to be a dinner party next Saturday and I would be honoured to show you off.”

“Jeez. This is like meeting your parents. I guess I could wear the white dress.”

“Actually, something more conservative would be better. I can buy you something new, if you like.”

She was wearing the white dress when he met her. She had a platinum blonde wig to go with it and was doing a Marilyn Monroe routine. She even had a fan at the side of the stage to blow her dress up. It was sort of cute but the audience was too young and too impatient to get it. She took a bit longer than usual to get out it but, when she was wearing just that lacy white bra and a thong, Mark was in awe. She was one of the most beautifully shaped women he had ever seen. She had an ass that could crush walnuts and tits like tennis balls. Despite that, he could not stop looking at her eyes and the perfection of her face. She danced for him, specifically, even though he was sitting far back from gynecology row. After her turn on stage, she came to see him and he bought her a ridiculously priced soda.

They talked about all sorts of things. Amazingly, she was only a few years younger than him. She was in incredible shape for someone 38 years old. They laughed at all the other girls that were half her age and had flabby butts. She had loaned out one of her dresses to one of these young amateurs and was concerned that it would be stretched. She worked six nights a week in that bar to support her two children and told him all about her two daughters as she stroked his cock in his pants. It was difficult to remain controlled as she talked about the school play performing Joseph’s Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. Eventually, she led him to a corner booth and he paid for a lap dance. He was a bit embarrassed.

“What can I say. It works,” he apologized for his erection.

“You should be proud of that big guy.”

“I thought it was normal sized but you’re the expert.”

She grinded herself over it and her tits rubbed against his face. Her nipples brushed lightly against his lips. It was the closest he had had to sex in years and wished he could touch her. He considered asking how much it would cost for “full service” but wouldn’t insult her by implying she was a prostitute. He stayed there till the place closed and had two more lap dances. Except for when she was on stage or changing, she stayed with him for the whole night. It was much better than a date. They talked and laughed like they had been friends for years.

Mark did go home alone that night. He considered that all she was doing was using him for his money. She was very good at her job. It took him a week to return. He wanted to go back every night but restrained himself. She was lap dancing on some grubby construction worker when he saw her and that guy didn’t get the special treatment that he had. Mark was shocked to be excited to see her on another guy. She noticed him and gave him a big smile while the guy had his eyes closed and looked like he just creamed his jeans.

It cost Mark another hundred dollars before he worked beyoğlu escort up the nerve to ask her out for coffee. He had been getting his lap dances for free ever since and now he got to use his hands. He started to learn a lot about sex. Mostly, how little he knew before. He learned more in one week than he had in twelve years of marriage. She liked to tie him to the bed and tease him. She would dominate and torture him till he couldn’t take it any more and, then, ride him like bucking bronco. It was like her job but with real power.

Of course, there were her daughters too. Mark’s first wife couldn’t have kids and they talked about adoption but it never happened. He didn’t push it but he loved the idea being a father. They liked him too and it didn’t hurt that he made lots of money. Sometimes, true feelings just need a little encouragement. Just wait till he gets that promotion coming up. Then he’ll have that big, top floor office and more money than he knows what to do with.

Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t always easy. Life is only perfect when you’re ignorant of the flaws. Mark had lived a life of controlled emotions and narrow morality. That wasn’t just conditioning, it took discipline and strength and pride. It was something she couldn’t possibly understand. He understood her no better. The choices she had made in her life baffled him but he thought he could rescue her. Funny, but Jenny thought that she could rescue him. She started by buying him the first jeans and t-shirt he had worn in two decades. It would take more than denim to free his constricted spirit.

There were times when Mark would just shake his head after she had said something. He could draw a line from question “A” to answer “B” as straight and sharp as Occam’s razor. Jenny, on the other hand, drew wavy lines and disjointed circles and eventually found answer “C.” Frankly, the question is more important than the answer but the journey makes all the difference. Mark liked to think that he was logical and she was associative. Maybe it was a left brain and right brain thing or perhaps Venus and Mars. How about a cat person and dog person? In any case, opposites may attract but they make strange bedfellows.

“My hard, hardened man,” Jenny whispered as she lowered herself onto him.

Mark wasn’t tied down this time. He didn’t need to be. The spike heel boots she wore were enough to threaten him, especially when they were inches from his cock. She got a lot more use out of her costumes than just on stage and when he did go see her perform, each costume had personal meaning. It was both difficult and erotic to watch her dance for other men and on other men but that was her job. He knew they didn’t get to do what he was doing. He was entering her. The wait while she enticed him had only made it more intimate. He had admired every inch of her body as she danced above him and now he got to share it. She had rubbed against and poked and licked every inch of him, especially for the eight inches she attended to now. She kneeled over him, barely touching him except for her pencil eraser nipples which stroked all the way from his chest to his lips. She would let him suck on one for just a second and pull away. Then the other.

When she tired, it was his turn on top. Then, it was his turn from behind and beside and on top once more. She had two big orgasms already but wasn’t going to give up until he got his. She got back on top and pounded onto him as hard as fast as she could. Mark was amazed at her ferocity and, finally, he came.

They were both drenched in sweat and breathing hard but they felt wonderful. They were exhausted but they weren’t done yet. It was time for him to teach her something.

“No. No bomonti escort more,” Jenny pleaded.

He didn’t listen. He stuck two fingers deep into her hot, wet and slightly sore pussy and felt for the spongy flesh inside. He massaged it and squeezed it under his thumb and kept at it despite her writhing body. Jenny could swear like a sailor but he was beginning to wonder if the neighbours would call the police. He probably would have stopped if he knew she was going to scream like that when she had the biggest orgasm of her life. For Jenny, this was something new and incredible. It felt deeper, like her whole body had cum. She felt embarrassed that she had lost control of her bladder but Mark explained later that it wasn’t urine. Still, they had to flip the mattress.

He should have known better. He should have warned her but how could he ask her to deny herself. The dinner party was an official disaster. At first, he took great pride being with the prettiest girl in the room and she was social marvel but somebody, eventually, had to ask her what she did for a living.

“I’m a exotic dancer.” Jenny answered plainly and when she saw the puzzled response, “A stripper.”

Mark cringed inside but all his discipline allowed him to show no emotion. Even the unflappable Mrs. White, his boss’ wife stuttered with an answer for that. She was definitely flapped. The rest of the night, he saw whispering and pointed fingers out of the corner of his eye. He decided to leave early. The drive home was almost completely quiet.

“You would think they never met a dancer before,” Jenny tried to break the ice.

“Probably never have,” Mark answered, “Their loss, I guess.”

Jenny wasn’t exactly the smartest girl in the world but she was sensitive and knew that it bothered him. He had been humiliated in front of his co-workers and she wished she had lied but she didn’t know how. They had sex again that night but nothing kinky. She was on the bottom and he took the lead but he never managed to cum. After an hour and half, he just rolled off to the side.

If Mark thought that the party was bad, Monday must’ve been hell. The secretaries all had silly smirks and his fellow middle managers kept asking personal questions. The upper management was not so amused. In fact, he was asked what the hell he was thinking for bringing a girl like that. It wasn’t till later in the week that he learned that he missed out on that promotion. It went to another guy that was certainly not as qualified but married to a former debutante.

He got home that night to find Jenny already there. He told her about losing the promotion but left out the reason why. She offered to do his astrological chart to make him feel better.

“What the fuck are you talking about,” he barked, “I got real problems. Don’t need that crap right now.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“Don’t really need any more of your help.”

“So, it’s my fault. Is that it?”

“That’s it”

Jenny felt like she had been punched in the gut. Everything she was wasn’t good enough. She began to cry. Jenny had always been an outsider, looking in. It had made her angry but mostly toward herself. Now, all she could do was turn that anger inside-out.

“Fuck you,” she whimpered, “You uptight bastard.”

“I’m uptight? Is that because I don’t dry hump my customers or because I don’t believe in fairy tales?”

“No, it’s because you’re just one gigantic sphincter.”

“Now it comes out,” Mark continued, “The asshole and the tramp.”

“Is that what you think, honestly?”

Mark knew he had gone over the line and regretted what he said but it was the way he felt. He wasn’t used to dealing with his feelings.

“Doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Tell you what I think,” Jenny said, trying to regain her cool, “I think it’s over.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Mark answered.

Sure, there were a lot more tears and regrets over the next few weeks but neither of them changed their minds. It’s a hard, hard thing to change.

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Hi, my name’s Leslie. I know you want to just dive into the final installment of Allen’s silly little story; but before you do, just let me interrupt for a moment to give you the woman’s perspective on the issue. You see, Allen’s such a total dweeb. I mean, he can’t control his erections, and he’s always leering at the breasts of other women who come into the store where we work.

Also, the guy has needed a serious ego adjustment for a long time, and we girls, that is me, Mom and Anna, came to the conclusion that it would be up to us to make sure that Allen got exactly what he deserved. So, I hope you’ll enjoy the “big” surprise that we prepared for him. And by the way, I got to see the whole thing, along with a couple of other people. In other words, it was our turn to “get in line.”

* * * * *

As Anna showed me to the door, I was already begging for another session. However, she was relentless. Oh, my sweet, you were so cruel!

“Now, Allen,” said Anna, “I have other clients coming soon for their session, too. So, you’ll just have to make another appointment.”

“Next Saturday,” I asked, “same time?”

“Well,” she said, “I already have someone booked for that time slot. I mean, business has been booming lately, with summer and all. But maybe I can squeeze you in that evening, say about 6 o’clock.”

“That’d be great,” I said. “Can I bring a couple of buddies along? I mean, I’d do anything to help you increase your business, even referring new clients, if that’s what you needed.”

“Well,” said Anna, “new referrals have contributed a lot to the growth of my business. Of course, yours would get a free sample, just like you did, to kind of help them decide.”

“No, no,” I said, “I’d be willing to cover for them. Just as a gesture of appreciation to you. I guarantee that they’ll want to subscribe almost immediately.”

“O.K., Allen,” said Anna. “I’ll just charge it to your credit card in advance. Then, they won’t know that you were treating them.”

“Great,” I said. “We’ll be here next Saturday, 6 sharp.”

“See you then,” she said.

Oh, boy! Now was my chance to get pay back from Ted and A.J. for all those times they stiffed me with the bill for using my computer to visit porn sites on the web. I called up each of them during the week and got their commitments. I told them that it would be $2.95 a minute, and that they could pay me when I picked them up on Saturday. After all, Anna would get her money, I’d get mine back from them, and they’d get the kind of entertainment they truly wanted. I figured that that would make everybody happy across the board. So, on with the show!

We got to Anna’s right before 6. As we were approaching her drive, a truck was pulling out of it. I saw the face of the adalar escort driver, and it was that old guy that had come into the store on the same days as Anna did. I guess he had gotten in line ahead of us. No matter. Now, it was our turn.

Anna met us at the door wearing her purple robe again. Man, she looked good! Ted and A.J. couldn’t get their eyes off her, which was making me kind of jealous. I was relieved, when she told them that she’d be busy, and someone else would be entertaining them on the tube. I liked to think that Anna was for my viewing pleasure only.

“You fellows go get settled in the den,” said Anna. “The show will be on in a few minutes. Oh, Allen, I need your help with something upstairs. Would you mind coming with me?”

Wow! Would I? I thought.

“Sure, Anna,” I said. “I’m ready to help in anyway I can.”

I followed Anna up the stairs, trying to stay a few paces back. I wanted to get a real-life glimpse of her gorgeous ass from under the short robe. Maybe, even a peak at her sweet pussy lips.

Anna led me down the hall and into what appeared to be her husband’s office. It had a lot of fancy furnishings, along with a huge video tape library. They must record and sell each session for extra profit, I thought. It must be nice not having to work for a living, or at least, enjoying your work and making lots of money at it.

There was a long, plush couch in the office. Anna took a seat on it and motioned for me to sit beside her. My whole body was shaking, as I sat down next to my love goddess.

“You know, Allen,” said Anna, “you’ve really proven yourself to be a good and loyal client. And I just wanted to thank you in person for all the help you’ve provided so far. So, I’ve decided to take a break from the video sessions to spend some close-up time with you. Carol and Leslie will be entertaining your two friends, leaving us alone to get to know each other better.”

“Oh, Anna,” I said, “I haven’t thought of anything all week long, except for the possibility of getting in your . . . I mean, getting to know you better. You’re someone who’s been a real inspiration for me.”

“Well, then,” said Anna, “why don’t we get a little more comfortable first. And I can’t think of any better way than this.”

Anna lifted herself from the couch and straddled my lap. Then she took my head in her hands and planted the most sensuous kiss on my lips. Oh, man, I was so stunned, I didn’t quite know what to do. After what seemed like an hour or more of her sweet lips locked together with mine, she pulled away with a smack and stood up in front of me. She undid her robe and let it slip from her smooth and perfect body. My dick was pounding at my zipper and screaming to be let out. anadolu yakası escort Anna must have heard it and promptly responded.

She knelt down and began undoing my pants. She slipped them off, along with my shoes, and laid both on the floor. Next, she ran her hands up my thighs. One hand continued up and under my shirt to my chest, while the other gently stroked and squeezed my hot rod through my briefs. I became putty in her hands, with my whole body going limp and sinking into the cushions of the couch. She tugged at my briefs to pull them down, but they got snagged on the head of my rock-hard cock. When she worked them free, my cock spring up to perfect attention, ready for my mistress’ inspection.

After she helped me get my shirt off, she hungrily sucked and nibbled my nipples, like they were the appetizers before a feast. Then she worked her way down to the main course, taking it in her mouth and sucking it ferociously. Her hand reached between my legs and began kneading my balls like cookie dough; they became the next dish on the menu, dessert.

She pushed my legs apart and moved in between to savor my jewels. When I lifted my legs to give her room, she chuffed her face deeper and began tonguing my ass hole. Oh, baby! I could never have imagined how starved this woman was for my body. She didn’t hesitate to give my anus a good and thorough licking. When she seemed to have gotten enough, she let down my legs and crawled onto the cushion beside me. She pulled me toward her, as she laid herself down along the length of the couch.

“Oh, Allen,” Anna said, “I’ve got to have you inside of me. Come to me, my young lover.”

As I got on top of her, she reached down and aimed my cock at her already obviously wet cunt. I accepted her invitation and slowly pushed my hardness into her soft and warm snatch. Not really sure how far I should go into her, I began by making short strokes between her pussy lips. But then, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pressed me further into her.

“Deeper, Allen,” she moaned. “Deeper, my love.”

I started pounding harder and faster, obliging her requests. She slipped her hands under my arms and gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. It felt like she wanted my whole body to be merged with hers. Pretty soon, I was not able to move myself, being held so close and tight against her body. Now, it was her arms and legs which were controlling my motions, using me like a life-sized dildo for her pleasure.

Her pussy lips contracted around my aching cock, holding it in and squeezing it for all it was worth. When it seemed like I was on the brink of letting go of my manly juices, I heard something buzzing behind me. I tried turning my head to ataköy escort see what it was, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone climbing onto the couch behind me.

“Hi, Allen,” came a woman’s melodious voice. It was Leslie’s Mom, Carol! I could barely make out something strapped to her waist . . . Oh, man! She was wearing that strap-on vibrator that Anna wore last week! I looked down at Anna’s face and saw her grinning up at me.

“You did say that you would do anything to help out,” said Anna, “didn’t you, Allen?”

“I don’t get it,” I breathlessly muttered, hearing my heart pounding in my ears. “What’s happening?”

“Why, Allen,” said Carol, “you didn’t think that you could just sit back and watch my daughter have her pussy whipped week after week. Why, we wouldn’t want you to feel left out. Now would we, Anna?”

“Of course, not,” laughed Anna. My dear, sweet Anna! And Carol on top of me! And me, trapped in between!

“Smile, Allen,” they both said at the same time. Anna used her feet to spread my legs wider. Then, I felt the hard tip of the vibrator, as it pressed against my anus. Anna had lubricated it well with her tongue, so the vibrator slipped in easily. Its oscillations resonated throughout my entire torso.

“Ugh!” I cried. It moved in and out of me with fiercer stroking, hammering the roof of my rectum. Anna clutched me more tightly to her, as Carol pounded deeper and faster into me. I felt like my whole body was about to explode. When it did, the massive unloading of my cum into Anna’s vagina seemed to continue without end. I felt like every ounce of my being was being sucked inside of her, while the vibrator kept churning at my own insides; the pain was almost unbearable, yet somehow exhilarating. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying having a woman butt-fuck me.

I could hear raucous laughter coming from down stairs. I felt the blood rush from my groin to my face, as Anna clutched me tighter and began screaming.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Oh, yes, Carol! Harder!”

Carol pushed me with all her might against Anna’s body.

“Oh, shit!” I screamed.

I felt like the meat being pressed between two slices of bread. I had become dinner for these two horny and beautiful women, and it was frightening the hell out of me; but at the same time, it was blowing wide open what was left of my sex-addled brain.

“Oh, yes! Mmm!” moaned Anna, coming down off her orgasmic high. I cringed, as Carol slowly pulled the vibrator out of me. Anna laughed at the expression on my face.

“Allen, my boy,” said Carol, slapping my butt, “you’ve been needing that for a long time. Too bad Leslie wanted to watch, or she’d have done it herself.”

Leslie! Watching her Mom screw my ass! Oh, man! I’d never still change from her drawer again. Of course, for the rest of the summer, she’d keep me on a short leash. And the guys! Man, I’d never live this one down.

“Go, Allen! Go, Allen!” I could hear the guys and Leslie shouting from downstairs. This was the last time that I would ever cut in line again.

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