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The door slammed shut, shaking the framework and rattling the windows. “Damn it,” I heard her husky, inebriated voice say, by way of a friendly hello. From the darkened hallway I recognized the sound of her heels being kicked across the wooden floor and her jacket and purse being thrown against the reception table. Then my half-drunk, totally-pissed, older sister stumbled into the room and grabbed the cold beer from my hand. “Why don’t you get yourself another beer and bring in the tequila? I’ll buy the next round,” she giggled girlishly. “Then I’ll tell you about my day.”

She teetered on to the sofa; twisting out of her clothes the way Houdini escaped a straight-jacket, then picked at a snag in her stockings until it ripped from toe to thigh. “Great, there’s another twenty bucks I can add to tonight’s disaster. Are you going to get the drinks or do you want to be another asshole contributing to my day?” I turned towards the kitchen just as her suede skirt flew past my ear.

It was after 3:00 am and I had just finished watching the end of an extra-innings game from the West Coast. My plan was to chug the last of my beer and hit the sheets. Tomorrow was my first day off in over three weeks. I was in my own condo and could sleep in my own bed after travelling around the country all month, selling expensive shit to wealthy idiots. But, she is my sister…

So, with liquor in hand and following a trail of lingerie out to the patio hot-tub, I figured this had to be a funny story. I could listen to her rant and then call it a night. I was wearing grey flannel gym shorts and a white tank top, so I just sat on the edge of the tub and let my feet soak. My sister Elizabeth was nearly submerged in the warm bubbles. Her arms were stretched out to the sides gripping the rim of the pool, I noticed the white line where her wedding band once sat. Only her cool blue eyes were visible above the surface, a glaze settling over them, and her white-blonde hair floated on the water like an albino octopus.

I poured two tumblers of agave juice and held one out to her. She rose up from the bottom to about neck-level, I could glimpse that she was topless as she reached for her glass. The haze quickly left her eyes as she downed her drink and searched behind her for her beer. It was then confirmed that she was entirely naked, she turned my way and stood in the thigh-high water.

Her pose was confrontational. With hands on hips and legs firmly planted, she was presenting an erotic challenge. Her body heated by the warm water, took on a rosy glow. The pink nipples pointing directly at me, but with a quizzical look on her lovely face. As if she were undecided about her next move. And I was totally flummoxed by her behavior.

Lizzy was twenty four years old. About five-foot five, and 120 pounds. She had been a small-college softball player and diver. Her compact, muscular frame still looked firm and toned. And with the moonlight reflecting the shimmering water on her skin, her mop of wet blonde hair and those perky 34d’s staring proudly forward; I must admit she presented a sexy, arousing image. Albeit a confusing one.

My name is Joe. I’m twenty two and 6’1″ and 195. She is divorced and has been living with me for about half a year. Since I’m only home about six or eight days a month it has worked well for both of us. She takes care of the place for me and has her privacy while I’m gone.

I have blonde hair and blue eyes too, but I never paid attention to either. I also played ball in school and have an athletic build, but it just always looks better on a woman. It’s funny though this is the first time since puberty hit, that I’ve taken a long, appraising look at Liz.

Growing up, we took family vacations to the shore, and I’ve seen her in bikinis, mini-skirts, and toweling off after a shower; but she was always only my big sister, “The Lizard.” Even when my buddys would ogle her or her dates came to the house and eyed her up, I only saw the girl who appropriated my clothes or swiped my dessert. We even played tackle football and dodgeball until our late teens.

But now, in the warm night air, with the light glistening off her wet, curvy body; I fired down my drink, poured another round and offered a silent toast to her trimmed, golden-haired pussy. I was surprised that she remained standing totally nude and made no move to cover herself. We are family sure, but this was awfully familiar. I rearranged the tent in my shorts and wiped the drool from my chin.

She plopped back down in the water and groped at my shorts with her wet hand, at this point it was only to get me into the tub along side her. “Remember when we used to skinny-dip in that little creek behind the old house? I miss those days when we were care-free kids.” She flashed a wistful smile and laid her head on my shoulder, the water gurgled when she sidled next to me, and her hand rested uneasily on my lap beneath the rippling waves.

All the low-life, incestuous thoughts, danced through my head and it was plain to see that my erection was poking out from the billowy cotton material. Still, I tried to diffuse a highly bursa escort volatile situation. “Lizard, those were good days, but we’re grown up now. It’s late, you’ve had a little too much hooch, and this could get out of control quickly.”

“What are you afraid of? Don’t be like all the other dweebs in this town.” She emerged from the pool again and stood over me. Her legs straddled mine with her pussy at eye level. The water flowed from her shoulders down between her breasts and funneled to her snatch, dripping delightfully before my gaping mouth. “Just tell me flat out, Joey. Do you think I’m sexy? Would you want to have sex with me? This city is full of big talkers and balless wonders. I heard so much shit tonight from so many assholes, I swore to myself, that if any one guy would just say to me, ‘wow, you look hot, I’d love to fuck you.’ I would let him have his way with me. Well, it’s four in the morning, and you’re the last cock standing (a lot of giggling here.) Do you want to fuck your sister?”

I pondered to myself, “what is the correct answer to that question?” I eased back up to the edge of the tub and climbed out, then turned to offer my hand to Lizzy. She stepped out looking weary and dejected, and settled down on one of the padded lounge chairs. Reaching for another beer she appeared to be flirty but vulnerable. My shorts and shirt were soaked and splashing water all over, so I stripped them off and went in search of towels or robes, when she called to me.

“Joey please don’t go. And don’t be embarrassed by this. I’m the one who should be ashamed for acting this way with you.” Her voice took on a young girls lament. I thought the alcohol was kicking in, but then she caught a second wind. “I’m a squatter in my kid-brother’s house, divorced, broke and depressed. I spend money I don’t have, on clothes, perfumes and hair products, then waste 10-12 hours each weekend on limp-dick jerks, who think they’re either my ‘White Knight’ or ‘Batman.'”

She took that moment to lay a fairly solid smack across my wet ass and giggle drunkenly abit more. “You know, I was only half-kidding about the sex. You look really good, I’m incredibly horny and we don’t have to do that dance about our hobbies or the weather. Do you recall when Mom used to tell me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?”

I nodded. Mom had a lot of old adages while she struggled with a bad marriage and a failed relationship. “Yeah, Mom was old school.”

“No, she was fucked up,” (more giggling and beer caps flying.) “After catching Dad, then my Ex, and you other prick-bastards thinking with your dicks, I figured it out on my own. The way to catch a man is with a blowjob! But you can’t waste them on jerks.”

How long, I wondered to myself, am I required to fight-off this feeling? I don’t need to be told that it is an incestuous taboo. I’m the little brother. I’m supposed to protect and support her. She has been through a nasty, contentious divorce. She is out of work and alone in this city. She has been drinking a little too much tonight, and I’m adding to it. But man, she’s naked, horny and coming-on to me! If my cock got any stiffer, I could serve our drinks on it.

In the shadows, the moonlight played on the soft mounds of her chest. Lizzy’s nipples perked-up as her torso cooled-down. And her delicate, pale body hairs were drying off, giving a soft, inviting look to her lazing form. Her belly rose and fell with a quickening pace, the tight abs rippling with each shallow breath. And her short, stubby fingers; unadorned by rings or polish, tickled the cropped, soft-spun gold between her thighs.

I was caught slack-jawed and stone-legged. My cock achingly hard and my guilty thoughts transparent, I stuttered for something “brotherly” to offer. Liz rose from her chair, taking the tequila in one hand and grasping my rigid tool with the other. She proceeded to lead me into the condo as if I were her pet on a leash. In her bedroom, she pushed me onto the mattress and clicked a porno on the big screen. On her way back to the bed she doused the lights and scooped up a tube of baby oil.

This started out to be an interesting little hot tub adventure. Then a mysterious transformation took place that left me in a sort of sexual limbo. Everything that I thought I knew and that I believed was expected of me, had been flipped on it’s ear.

I know Lizzy. She is not that drunk. I’ve seen her drink many times and stay cool as ice. And she is no bimbo or slut. She was an honors student who turned down good job offers to get married and start a family. My three psych courses have prepared me to analyze this situation. I’m fairly certain I’ve come to the correct diagnosis. The patient is alone and miserable, the alcohol boost enabled her to express her feelings of aging and inadequacies. In lay mens terms- she wants laid before she grows one more day older!

Now this mystery has morphed into fascination. We are laying in her bed, naked. With big, fluffy towels draped over us, more for warmth than concealment. The flickering image of a sexual tryst on the screen provides the backdrop. An ice-filled bursa escort bayan bucket of beers fuels the foreplay. And her roving fingers, tracing seductive, teasing paths along my thighs are laying the groundwork to the point of no return. And we got there at light speed.

The towels and sheets have been thrown aside and Lizzy’s head is resting on my abdomen, her big blue eyes only inches from my rock-solid erection. Her fingertips, moistened by her saliva, lightly brush the shaft of my cock, sending sparks to my balls. She looked entranced as she explored each vein and ridge as if she had never seen such an angry beast. She eyed me tentatively, seeming to ask for my approval, as her hand closed around my pole. Her fingers began to gently stroke up and down it’s length. She marveled at it’s thickness, complimenting me over it’s heft and girth. Her tongue hesitantly reached out to occasionally lick a sloppy trail from my balls, nestled in their wiry, light-brown thatch, up to the helmeted cap, and then twirl around the tip of my straining rod. I arched my back to thrust my phallus at her sexy pout. Oily droplets formed at the tip of my cock and she coyly licked them, savoring the salty flavor.

All my emotional restraint was melting into an animalistic surge of desire and hunger. With one last shred of decency, I reached out to grab her wrist and shift my body away from hers. “Lizard, maybe it’s time to call it a night? I’m not sure you’re thinking straight.”

“Please don’t stop me Joey. I know what’s happening and I know what I’m doing. Tonight, I’m not your sister. I’m not some whorey drunk or a pathetic loser. I’m a grown woman lucky enough to have found a sexy guy I want to give my body to. Lay back and enjoy the ride then feel free to do anything you like. I want to explore all of our fantasies together.” With that, her head lowered over my nine inches of granite and her soft, full lips slowly parted to allow my cock to disappear tantalizingly between them. Her wet, warm mouth sucked me in and her hand started a quicker, rougher stroke, sliding smoothly back and forth along my firm alabaster hammer.

I watched enthralled as the big purplish head ducked in and out of her hungry mouth. The saliva dripped down the shaft, soaking her hand and serving to lubricate my eager cock for Lizzy’s ministrations. I no longer cared to fight the moral implications of all this and gave myself over to a primal desire to fuck this girl. My head leaned back against the pillows and I let the urge take charge.

I watched in bug-eyed wonder as my big sister practiced her fellatio. Her right hand, slick with our combined bodily fluids, pumped my engorged cock into her manic mouth. The suction was incredible and her cheeks puffed out like a bellows, working hard and fast to stoke this fire. Her other hand toyed with her clit, flicking the swollen button until it reddened and then ground her palm roughly against the yearning nub. Lizzy’s fingers deftly glided between her folds, tips curled to tease that pleasure zone just inside.

They emerged wet and sticky with silky tendrils clinging to them and stretching from her hot snatch. I could sense the aroma of her oncoming orgasm and hear the low, guttural moaning as she experienced the sensation building. Her eyes were clamped shut but she never stopped sucking and slurping. Then I saw her abdominals begin to quiver and her powerful, sexy quads tighten and go into spasm. Her toes curled. Her pelvis rocked and she released the hold on my pecker just long enough to shriek and utter many a blasphemous oath.

At the height of her convulsions, I could not hold out any longer. My hand grabbed a fistful of her silky, yellow locks and plunged her mouth down on my explosive joint. At the same time, I thrust my hips up at her, driving my tool past her tongue and releasing a deluge of cum to blast against her tonsils. She struggled momentarily, choking and gagging, unaccustomed to such deviant behavior, especially from her kid brother. But determining that she was in no danger, Liz relaxed and swallowed my load with a series of loud gulps. I continued to drive my meat into her, not wanting my cock to soften, or for this feeling to subside. She drained me thoroughly but I have never felt so potent.

When our breathing returned to a livable level, I spotted the lustful, crazed look in her sparkling, blue orbs. The enlarged pupils and flaring nostrils only hinted at the fury to follow. She opened her jaws wide to show me that most of the thick, creamy goo was ingested and she licked her own fluids from her fingers, greedily scooping the overflow from her chin and cheeks.

Liz flung herself back on the sheets and spread her legs, knees up, holding her thighs apart with her hands. The invitation was for me to partake in her feast. One good sloppy turn deserves another. I scampered to my knees and slithered up to that warm, wet gash. My digits rubbed the silken carpeting of her vagina while I traced slobbery kisses along her muscular inner thighs ’till I reached that golden triangle.

Once again I could observe her body mount it’s orgasmic escort bursa contractions. The hard sinew shaking under the taut, velvety flesh. Her breathing came haltingly as I tempted her firey opening with my pointy tongue. Then I would lay my tongue flat and slowly press down on the labia and ease a trickle of warmth from her pussy to her ass. I stopped temporarily at each orifice to circle and poke them until her gyrations prompted me to a different target.

Liz called my name (and God’s,) pulled my hair, shook my head by the ears, and wrapped her strong legs around my neck like a python. Her eerie moans and Banshee wailings were out of a horror film and the bed rocked and creaked like a scene from THE EXORCIST.

I could taste the first wave of this new orgasm and I strove to continue to return the delicious feeling she had provided me. So I kept licking, probing and nibbling at her cunt. The flood of juices poured down my chin and threatened to drown me in my own home. Her convulsions hit their crescendo and she screamed that I had to stop or her heart would go into arrest. “Joey, My Gawd, how- when did you ever learn to do that? My legs won’t stop shaking and my belly is bucking like there is something alive inside trying to get out. Come up here this instant and fuck me!

I did think about the implications of this for about two seconds. Then I shifted on to my haunches and squirted a dollop of baby oil along my Priapus and on her swollen glans and shoved “Ol’ John-Henry” deep inside. I looked down at my beautiful, sultry sister, hypnotized in the throes of ecstasy. And the thoughts of incest, taboo and corruption became merely words of foreplay in my head.

All I wanted was to fuck this strikingly gorgeous woman underneath me, and to keep this fantasy alive. I tried to be gentle. I wanted to appear sophisticated. And I hoped this moment would last, but well…Once inside her steaming cunt, my cock revved like a Harley; and the tidal sensation that stormed up from my balls, up my shaft and out the tip was overwhelming. It flowed like a firehose, drenching her insides with my milky seed. I pumped and thrusted, shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, sweet jizz into her. Lizzy squirmed and shivered, shouting a plethora of lewd epithets and describing herself and our activities in the vilest of terms. I never imagined she was such a screamer and when she called herself a slut, a tramp and a filthy whore, she fired my imagination as much as hers.

I watched captivated as her big jugs wobbled on her chest like water balloons and I tugged and squeezed them both. When my pistoning action ebbed, I slumped on top of Liz. My tongue and fingers busied themselves groping and teasing those pliant, pleasure-filled globes.

When I pulled my tender, bruised rod out of her honey-blonde clutches she hollered, ” where are you going? I’m not finished with you yet.” She scrambled like the old shortstop she used to be, and wrapped her mouth around my pole, again sucking the remnants of our juices from my sore cock, and pumping the life back into it. “C’mon baby. There’s more work to be done.” Satisfied that my erection was firm and fast again, she rolled on to all-fours and guided my shiny, slick missile back inside her dripping, gaping hole. I needed no further encouragement (though some Viagra and B-vitamins would help,) and plowed her frantically for another few minutes until all the blood drained from my body and settled in my prick.

The sight of that tight, firm ass in my grip and the slapping sound of those big bouncing tits, spurred me on to one more attempt at fireworks. I gave it my best effort and believed that I had one final spurt of cum to deliver. Just to be a gentleman, I made sure to reach between her legs and finger her clit to orgasm, incase I couldn’t provide the thrill with my cock alone.

With the last great thrust, I collapsed on Lizard’s back and we laid in a naked sweaty pile of spent flesh, barely able to move. We laughed and struggled to disengage ourselves, both falling on to our backs, sucking air and listening for the sounds of normal respiration to return. She tried to revive my flagging momentum by offering me her virgin butt. I hurriedly yanked at my limp member and pleaded for one more hum-job, but I’m afraid the circus had left town.

Liz reached for a towel to dry her sleek physique and stretched like a slinky house-cat warming itself in the sun. Her hands swept through her damp mop of satiny hair and her toes flexed and curled in the aftermath of exaltation.

I gingerly held my flaccid cock in my hand and wiped the perspiration from my face and neck. Secretly applauding my own performance and vowing to christen that puckered little rear end after I get some rest. My conscience got the better of me and I began to wonder what Lizzy was thinking about now. As if reading my mind, she turned towards me and snuggled that hot body and those great tits against me. ” I hope you’re not feeling any regrets about this. I loved every second of it and I have a lot of ideas for next time.” This was music to my ears. “Get some sleep Joey, it’s about 6:00am. I know it’s your day off so I’ll let you sleep in, but I may replace your alarm clock in the morning. I want you fresh and full of energy. Your a youngster so you better keep up.” Her giggles started again, and her big smile was infectious.

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I was still full of doubt. I had just taken off my bra from underneath my sweater in anticipation of his arrival in my office when I started to have second thoughts. That’s when a soft knock at the door startled me. He walked in and before I could mount any kind of protest, he was all over me. He kissed me passionately while massaging my breasts. I could feel my dark brown nipples stiffen and protrude in response. I moaned approvingly and pressed myself into him and could feel the hardness of his stiffening erection pushing into me. He reached up under my black skirt and pressed his fingers into the dampening crease of my pussy while I simultaneously reached down and gently squeezed his bulging cock through the front of his pants. As he began tugging at the waistband of my underwear, he breathlessly whispered, that he wanted to fuck me more than anything!

I felt myself flush as he eagerly pulled down my underwear. I tried to help him get them off over my shoes while holding on to his arm. When they were finally on the floor, he guided me backwards and positioned me so I was barely sitting on the edge of the worktable there in front of him. As I steadied myself with my hands on the table behind me, he lifted my sweater up over my breasts, hiked up my skirt, and pushed my legs apart until I was completely revealed to him.

I was already dripping wet with anticipation when he went down on me and was more than ready for him bursa escort to touch me. He hungrily lapped at my pussy while sliding two fingers in and out of my opening, but seemed to purposely avoid my sensitive nub which drove me crazy with desire. After a couple minutes of this exquisite torture, I reached down and pulled open my swollen labia to completely expose my clit to him, which by now was fully engorged and visibly throbbing. He took the hint and immediately focused all his attention on my pleasure center. The feeling was at once intense and overwhelming. My muscles contracted and shook as I held on to his shoulders. I soon let go of any hope of holding out. Shifting my position, I put my hands on the back of his head, and pulled his tongue firmly into my wetness. My orgasm came on suddenly, and then rose quickly to a tremendous climax. My body stiffened and I came hard, crying out louder than I should have as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed over me.

As my orgasm subsided I became aware that he was now standing there pulling his pants down in front of me. As he eased his underwear off, his penis sprang loose and quickly doubled in size, sticking straight out only inches from my drenched opening. My heart was pounding as I watched him move in close to me so that he could rub the head of his long, thickly veined shaft up and down along my slit. When clear pre-cum began oozing from the tip, I decided I had to bursa escort bayan have him inside of me!

Opening my legs wide, I tilted my pelvis towards him and watched intently as he carefully positioned the head of his twitching erection just into the entrance of my tight cunt. I looked into his eyes and moaned, “Oh yes baby, fuck me!” He pushed his thick cock into me and I watched it slowly disappear until I felt him bump me somewhere deep inside. He stayed there still for a second and I think we both took a moment to enjoy the sensation of each other’s body. I loved how his cock looked there inside of me!

Then he slowly withdrew until he was almost completely out. I grabbed him around his waist and pulled him back into me as I repeated, “Oooh yes, fuck me! He quickly began fucking me, thrusting in and out, moaning my name as he buried his length into me again and again. His pace quickened and once again I felt the tingle of an approaching orgasm. I wondered why I waited so long to give this guy my sex! Suddenly, as another climax neared, any doubt I ever had was gone. I loved the way he fucked me! Wrapping my legs around him, I fucked him back with abandon, rising to his thrusts and grinding my clit into him. Now I wanted him more than anything. And I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to feel him unleash the torrent of sperm I knew he had for me boiling inside him. I started talking to him, talking dirty, trying everything escort bursa I knew to get him to let go.

“Oh yes, Fuck my pussy!” I cried. His cock got even harder and I could tell by his jerky movements that he was close. I was close, too. I leaned my lips up to his ear and purred, “Cum in me, baby!” And that did it. His legs began shaking uncontrollably and his expression seemed desperate. He stood on his toes and rapidly thrust in and out of me, each time bottoming out somewhere deep in my cunt. His cock felt huge and filled me completely! Then suddenly, he stopped as deep in me as he could go. We looked into each other’s eyes and I watched him as he teetered at the brink. My mind was extremely clear and focused this time as I really tuned into his orgasm. I watched his face contort and could feel his enormous hard-on pulse as he came, going boom, boom, boom, with each massive spurt. My pussy instinctively clamped around his throbbing shaft as he filled me with cum. Moaning his name approvingly, I quickly soared to another climax as he finished emptying himself inside me. At that moment I had no regrets and wondered why I made him wait so long to give me his gift.

After a minute his thrusts subsided and he fell heavily against me. As his breathing slowly returned to normal I felt his softening cock slip from me, followed by the sticky evidence of his visit running down my thighs.

We both cleaned up and got dressed. Then he kissed me briefly and quickly left me there, again alone in the office. I took a deep breath, straightened myself up, and left for home contented and satisfied. This time, I knew he would be fucking me again.

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They were sitting with backs against a boulder in a sandy wash. The winter sun was warm, not hot as it would be later in the year. Sandwiches appeared from her pack. Oddly named sodas from his.

“I have a question for you, but not until later. Is this a date or what?”

Elizabeth was in his geology class, and he had invited her on a hike that supposedly would help them complete a rock identification homework assignment.

“Does a homework assignment have to be a date?” he asked, frowning. She leaned forward and used her pretty blue eyes to stare him down.

“Just trying to figure you out. My mom asked if I should be out in the desert with a guy I don’t really know.”

“I like your Mom. Looking out for her kid. Do the two of you get along?”

She looked at him at him for another long minute. “This isn’t working. I was giving you some sass from my feminism class, and what I get back is a softball nice guy response.” She crawled forward into his arms and closed her eyes.

“You are a nice package. We could have a nap if things weren’t so rocky here.”

She sat up and pulled off her top. The modest breasts didn’t need a bra. At least she didn’t think so today.

“I’m not on a rock. I like what I’m leaning on and need tan on my tits.”

“Professor Jones would ask what happened to rock study?”

She giggled and pulled his hands to her front. “It’s going on right now. Are those igneous or sedimentary rocks that you have in your hands?”

He pinched the stiffening tips and nibbled on her ear lobe.

“This isn’t in the feminist handbook,” he said. “You are hitting on me instead of me hitting on you.”

Keeping her eyes closed against the sun, she reached up and pulled his head down until their lips touched. The kiss went on for a long time. After it was over, she said, “I do get along with my Mom. If we hurry up with the homework, she will even feed us dinner and allow some cuddling on the living room sofa.”

He was humming with approval and gently working over the tits. It made her antsy. Jumping up and refilling the packs, she said, “I have to warn you that she asked me this morning why there are no guys in my life. She said, ‘Elizabeth, all you do is study and play volleyball. There is more to life…’ “

“So first, she worried about you being with me out here, and then she wants to know why more like me aren’t chasing you?”

She locked her arm around his neck and extracted another kiss. “Haven’t you learned to deal with women when they are inconsistent?”

She pushed her arms through the pack straps and strolled up the wash, her eyes on the ground.

Once they put their minds to it, the homework was done in an hour. They even had closeup pictures of the properly named rocks.

Allan drove back and Libby phoned her mother. “Hi Mom. We found great rocks. Nothing bad happened. In fact, I’m bringing him home for dinner if that’s all right.”

“You are so excited maybe we have to go out? No Mom, that’s for the second date and parents aren’t invited!” She reached for his hand and pressed it against her chest.

“Seafood fettuccini? Does he eat broccoli? Flan for dessert?” He whispered yes.

She was wishing there wasn’t a nasty console between them when he said, “Pretty fancy first date, don’t you think? How do I rate?”

She gave him the stare and said, with a laugh, “We need to talk. What if we wash off the desert dust in the shower together? I’ll tell Mom I need my back scrubbed.”

“Your mother is going to throw me out of the house without dinner.”

“You’d be surprised. Now that I am a coed, she keeps dropping hints about how much sex she had at my age. What if I ask her for sleepover privileges for you?”

“She is a therapist and an adjunct professor but got knocked up and raised you by herself?”

“Yes. I already told you about inconsistent women.”

She swatted his head and said she couldn’t understand their attraction on one day’s notice. He growled and she felt herself gushing.

Amanda was as tall as Allan and gave him a crushing hug. bursa escort “Allan, welcome to our home. I suppose my overly smart daughter has filled your ears with stories about her evil mother?”

Taking a chance, he brushed her lips with his and squeezed her hip. She jerked and gave him a look. “Elizabeth, you hit on him, so he has to hit on me?”

He was backed against the counter, with both of them applying kisses.

“I told him you were a known flirt, so I guess he decided to start the flirting early. Do we get a margarita to celebrate our hard work on the rocks?”

Dropping her arms, Amanda said, “Go wash off the sweat and I will provide refreshments.” Allan thought her smile was allowing boy-girl games in the shower.

Libby kept the shower flow on low to make the hot last. Hands linked around his neck, she said, “I have two important things to tell you. First, I am still a virgin but want that to go away soon. Maybe you are the right guy to help with my problem?”

She paused and waited until he smiled and nodded. “Second, Amanda does a lot of couples therapy involving sex problems. She will offer to help.”

He clutched her tight, turning off the water. The towel was very large and he rubbed vigorously, saying nothing.

After minutes of attacking each other with towels, he asked with a grin, “We have to wait until after dinner?”

They were snapping at each other with the towels when Amanda arrived with drinks and munchies on a tray. Allan was embarrassed to have his new girlfriend’s mother looking at his erection, but decided not to sweat it since her practice must involve seeing a lot of penises, hard and soft.

She held out a glass, saying, “He’s well hung. I can go for a walk if the two of you want to get it on.”

With a terrible grin, Libby said, “I told him I needed assistance losing my virginity and that you would be able to help!”

Amanda wrapped an arm around Allan’s naked waist and said, “Here is a toast to the great day my daughter becomes a woman.”

Allan reached to bring both bodies within his arms and applied kisses back and forth. “I don’t know how this happened but I am glad to be around two incredible women like you.”

He waited for another round of kisses, and went on, “There isn’t any rush, is there? Elizabeth is supposed to have fond memories. What does the overdressed therapist say?”

Amanda blushed as Allan leisurely removed her clothing. “Fond memories? I’m not sure most women see it that way. Mine wasn’t. I was so anxious, I didn’t even come.” Her comment ended in a squeal as Allan tweaked a boob tip and cupped her pussy.

Libby pressed against them, saying, “Mom, he is just helping you retrieve good memories of sex, not bad ones.”

Allan suddenly realized he had a very hot woman in his arms and things were about to get out of control. He swung Amanda to his shoulder and marched to the kitchen. Set down on the kitchen table, she glared at him. “Bad boy! I am not the girlfriend! Behave!”

Taking more chances, he stepped between her spread thighs and whispered, “You don’t get enough sex. You are frisky as a young girl. Look down at this big cock that is coming after you. Libby says you have to check for compatibility!” He edged forward until the exceedingly large and stiff cock was less than an inch from its target.

He was still intending to wait, but Libby wasn’t. Yelling “Now,” she delivered a hard swat to his ass that drove the cock straight home in one push. Amanda moaned, “No, no, nooo,” and gave in. There hadn’t been a cock in there in months. Her mind was filled with confused thoughts, but the pulsing cock drove them out. This young college kid with the big tool was sending her to orgasm!

There it was. The experienced therapist was blown away. “Ohhh, yes, please.” He gathered the shuddering body in his arms and marched to her bed, urged on by swats from Libby. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed at the perfect body having its perfect orgasm and asked, “Is that a fond memory, Amanda?”

She moaned and Libby hit him harder. “Now! Give her bursa escort bayan your best treatment!”

This was not according to the game plan, but he was having great fun and blasted away with frenzied thrusts that sent them over the top together. Moments later, Amanda was still moaning quietly from her new perch on his chest. Libby was terrifically excited, climbing up and making a three layer sandwich.

“Oh, so much fun! He has to rest up. I need a fresh cock to do the deed!”

Amanda rolled quietly to the side, moaning to herself. “Devils. Doing me like that with no warning! Best sex ever…” She pulled Allan close for a soft kiss. “What are you doing, giving old ladies amazing sex?”

“That was appreciation for the fine dinner. It was scheduled for later!”

Libby interrupted, “Amanda, stay here and rest. Allan and I will do the dinner prep.”

In the kitchen, she frenched him fiercely, “Every nerve in me is tingling. How did I miss your studly skills?”

He frenched her back and whispered, “How did I miss that you and your mother were going to provide a fantastic evening?”

They laughed and dressed the fettuccine with its sauce and prawns, deciding that dinner was served in Amanda’s very large bed. With the wine and glasses, it took two trips. Libby whispered to Allan that Amanda is no longer called Mom.

The well fucked body was propped up on pillows, the sheet tucked under her breasts. Allan served a plate, whispering, “The finest therapist in the West!”

Talking with a mouthful of pasta, she said, “Sex mad kids, your therapist is a pile of mush. Never had sex like that. Never.”

The dinner went from quiet to drowsy to an overwhelming need for sleep. Carefully extracting plates and other dinnerware, Allan laughed to himself. Two beauties were sleeping peacefully and his cock would not be needed until the morrow.

It was barely light the next morning when a shadowy figure crept through the doorway of the spare bedroom and across the carpet. She was about to attack when he rose up with a roar and captured her in his arms, running outside into the chilly air.

“Is the pool heated?”

“No, not this time of year.”

He plunged them in anyway. She screamed and screamed, until he walked them out and back to Amanda’s bed, where the chilled bodies collapsed, fully awake.

“That was terrible. Look at your parts! They will never work again!”

Indeed, he was very shrunken and deep blue in color. The woman who was beginning to think of herself as his mother-in-law rolled over with a laugh and took the frozen item to her warm mouth. Libby shrieked, “No, you can’t! That is mine!”

Allan almost passed out from excitement. Two hot women fighting over him! He needed to take charge. Retrieving his restored cock, he announced in a loud voice that he was preparing and bringing breakfast in bed and they were to relax in place.

Amanda gave him a hot look and whispered, “Yes, Master.” Elizabeth groaned. Her plans were not working!

Mom said in her ear, “He’s hot. Are you going to pair up?”

“YES! If you give me half a chance.”

“You think the right kind of guy doesn’t get me going as much as he does you?” Libby found herself being drawn into her mother’s arms, with fingers playing in forbidden places.

“God, Mom. Really?”

“You need warming up. That thing of his is already big and hard. Do you want me to find my sex cream?”

“You really are going to help, aren’t you? If you weren’t a therapist, I’d be calling you a tramp!”

Amanda pushed Libby down and smashed her lips with her own, hissing, “I was a tramp and still am. He’s got me all revved up.”

When Allan returned with a tray, they were still wrestling on the bed. “All right,” he said, “enough girl sex.” His penis was halfway behaving, but still dangled wickedly between his thighs.

Halfway through breakfast, he said offhandedly, “This is a wonderful sunny bedroom. Do girls lose their virtue here?”

After a long pause, Libby said, tentatively, “I guess.”

Allan put down escort bursa his coffee and pulled the new girlfriend into his lap. “Hey, we’re not doing anything until you are ready.”

She broke into tears and Allan looked at her mother with a question in his eyes.

“Just hold her tight. She can get her cherry popped any day she wants.”

Elizabeth sniffled, “But, Mom, you want him as much as I do. Are we going to share?”

Mom leaned in for a kiss. “You should tell your mother to bug off! What a terrible idea!”

Libby collapsed on her back, giggling. “OMG, he is going to do us both. You had the most fantastic sex with him last night and won’t give up his cock! I’d better get him while I can!”

Allan was on his haunches, facing two naked bodies stretched out in front of him with everything showing, including smiles. Amanda tossed him a tube of lotion and pointed to Libby’s crotch.

The sexy coed was back, flexing her hips and showing a lot of pink. He growled and got a “what are you waiting for?” look.

Libby noticed him looking at Amanda and hissed. He said, “I thought she was going to help?”

“She did. She showed her daughter how a horny woman comes on a proper cock. Will you please get over here and do me!”

Amanda giggled and Allan advanced on the coed pussy, which was in a constant state of up and down motion.

At the last moment, he hesitated, “I’m not sure I can do this. It might ruin a budding friendship.”

Libby screamed, “Now,” and pulled hard on his butt. The slippery cunt took him all the way in one move.

“Aaaahh!” She was frozen in a mixture of fright and delight. She was squeezing, but he wasn’t moving.

She pulled his head down for kiss, a long kiss, after which she said loudly, “Fuck me. Take me like you did her!”

Libby looked up at her smiling Mom and realized she had joined the club. Joined the club of women enjoying hard cocks inside them. She screeched, “Mom, this is fun!”

Amanda started a tom-tom on Allan’s muscular ass, which obliged by working back and forth in the tight coed cunt that wanted him there. “Oh, oh, ohhh.”

“Let it out, Libby. Now!” Amanda delivered a harder than ever swat and both young lovers shouted their orgasm.

A few minutes later, Amanda kissed the well fucked daughter and hissed, “You better have fond memories of that, young one.”

An impudent grin said, “Amanda, you slut, I didn’t need help. You wanted to watch!”

Amanda crouched over Libby, kissing and licking, her ass wagging in the air. Allan didn’t need imagination to know what was needed. Amazingly, his cock was hard again, and urging him toward the fancy bottom it had been in yesterday. Amanda was more than ready, letting out a long sigh as she was penetrated by a cock she was already in love with.

“Oh, Allan.”

The new woman laughed and cried out, “Take him Amanda. Take that big hard cock! He has enough for both of us!”

Ten minutes later, three wasted bodies lay in a pool of sunlight on the bed, dozing. Libby disappeared for a few minutes and said after she returned, “I turned on the pool heater.”

His eyes still closed, Allan thought about that and grinned. Pool boy duty? With special rewards? Amanda stirred next to him and he took a chunk of shoulder muscle in his mouth and held her tight.

“Hmmm. You can have me anytime, boyfriend. I’m yours.” Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see Allan and Libby smiling at each other over her body.

“Mom, this is kinky. Two pussies having orgasms on one cock!”

“I can’t help it. Such a fine cock! I need it!”

Allan was revived yet again, and slipped into Amanda’s soupy sex from behind. A happy wail greeted his arrival. Libby sat on her knees and laughed. Mom’s long sexual desert was over. She and Allan would do homework together and he would make Amanda feel like a woman at least once a day!

Allan was busy discovering that lazy loving on a sunny bed was great fun. Amanda squeezed him once in a while and said, “Please don’t go away.”

He whispered back, “Never,” and noticed Libby frowning. Amanda brought her head up for a kiss. “Allan, ever since my father died, my mother has been very lovelorn. May I invite her over for dinner and a swim?”

Libby fell on them. “No, no, no! I don’t share three ways!”

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This is the first chapter of a series that I hope to do, given the time. Hope you enjoy!!

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About four years ago, my beloved spouse passed away from a heart attack. It was so sudden that it took me a while to wrap myself around the fact that I was now alone in this world. Trish and I had married young and dumb, but we made a go of it. With our parents help we managed to get through college and found good professions which paid us well. We never had any children, but we used nephews and nieces for the comfort and fun that we maybe missed by opting not to have children. Of course the nieces and nephews never complained! We spoiled the hell out of them! They were pretty lucky, their parents would take them on vacations, then we would take a couple each year on vacation with us. My brother-in-law had only one child, a girl. Her name is Emily Sue. He and my wife were the only children in her family. So the girl then, was the only grandchild that Trish’s parents had. So of course they spoiled her, and we spoiled her and her Mom and Dad spoiled her.

Well, maybe I should say that her parents only claimed to have loved her, everyone else spoiled her. She was the oldest niece we had. My older sister had a boy that was a year older than Emily Sue, and a daughter that is 2 years younger. Emily Sue is now 22 years old. Peter, would be 23, and Renea is now is now 20. My younger sister had a boy, now 18 and a daughter, now 16. We had taken them on almost every vacation that we went on where we drove. Not all at once, but we would get them all together and tell them where we planned on going and the two that wanted to go to that place the most got to go. It always seemed that Emily wanted to go to the really good educational places with us. Of course my younger sister’s children wanted to go where there was fun to be had, or the beach. Emily wanted to learn, to see the country. She was always very inquisitive about everything she saw. Needless to say, she is on the Dean’s List at the University that she attends, with a 3.9 GPA. We are all very proud of her.

A few times we took Peter and Emily on vacations or just weekend trips with us. Their ages being close together, they got along well. Peter is also very intelligent and is doing very well in his last year at the University in another state. We took all our nephews and nieces at one time or another, always in two’s and we enjoyed them all. It was always nice to educate them, and it was nice to be able to see things through a kid’s eyes too. That made it all worth while!!

We started taking Peter and Emily when they were about 9 and 8 I think. And we always enjoyed them and the fun they had together. Up until they were 19 and 18 years of age. We were in a gambling town for the night, and stayed in a motel, a very nice motel. Trish and I went down for a few drinks in the bar and drop a few coins in the slots. We were in the lounge for about an hour when Trish asked me to go get her a sweater out of the room because the air conditioning was quite chilly on her arms. Of course I did. I went upstairs and just opened the door and walked in. Two children (teenagers) almost died of heart attacks then. They were almost completely undressed. Emily still had her panties on and Peter still had his jockies on, but his cock was out. They were on the couch and I think probably if I had been 10 minutes later, they would have been fucking hard!!! Both were sweating and breathing hard. I closed the door and just stood there looking at them. They were like frozen in time! This probably only lasted seconds, but it seemed like minutes. They started grabbing clothes and trying to put them on, and trying to apologize and stuttering and Emily started crying. I finally spoke and said “Looks like you two are getting to old to go on vacation together, or sleep in the same room together, or maybe even be within 10 miles of each other!!! What are you two thinking about? You are cousins, for christ’s sake!!!”

Peter spoke finally and said “Uncle Robert, it’s my fault. She didn’t want to mess around, but I kept teasing her and teasing her, and I guess she just finally went along with me. But she didn’t want to!”

Emily was dressed by now. She was pretty fast! When Peter was dressed I went into my and Trish’s room and got her a sweater and walked back into the living room of the suite. I looked at both of them and said “No more! Understand?”

Both answered with a very quick “Yes sir!”

I left and went on down to the casino and stayed for another two or three hours before Trish and I had had enough. Then went back upstairs. I did not mention the incident to Trish. She had a little more strict up-bringing than I did. Peter was sleeping on the couch and Emily was in their room. (We got a suite with two double beds in one bedroom and a King bed in the other.) We went on to bed and nothing else was said about that incident for a little over 2 years.

Two years later was when Trish had the heart attack. She had been feeling tired, bursa escort so she skipped our normal Saturday morning golf game. We always golfed on Saturday morning with her brother and his wife. So at her urging, I went and played with them without her. When I returned home that afternoon was when I found her, in the kitchen, about 4 feet from the telephone. She was already blue and of course had stopped breathing some time ago. The paramedics were heroic in their efforts, but it was all in vain. She was gone.

Later I was to find out that she had a valve going bad in her heart, but she had never told me about it, or anyone else either. But I will say this for her, she enjoyed her life. She died at the early age of 51. But they were 51 good years.

I was, of course devastated by her passing. She was my best friend. We talked openly about everything and anything. We never cheated on each other. We had a fantastic sex life. Even with her more strict raising, she overcame that because she loved me and wanted to satisfy me. Sex was really good, it was fun, it was sometimes wild!! We have had sex everywhere you can imagine!! Even though we had nephews and nieces with us on vacations, we always managed to have sex somewhere different on each trip. I was seriously going to miss that, because not all women want to please like she did.

Emily came and spent a week with me when she learned of Trish’s passing. She cooked and cleaned and ran errands and did everything that Trish would have done for me, except sleep with me. I was a total waste! I was lost! I would cry myself to sleep at night, missing her lying beside me. On the fourth night, Emily came into my room, and sat down on the edge of the bed and never said anything. She just sat there and rubbed my arm and head until I went to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, Emily was in the bed beside me, In only panties and bra. At the time, I didn’t even care. I got up, went to the kitchen and made my coffee, dug out a cinnamon roll from the freezer and “nuked” it and sat down to eat it. Emily was now 20 years old. She was beautiful, maybe not to everyone, but to me she was. She had a very nice body—not a model’s body, but a damned nice one as far as I was concerned. I had just finished the cinnamon roll when she came walking into the kitchen, just like she got out of bed, in panties and bra. She sat down at the breakfast bar beside me and said “So, what’s for breakfast, old man?”

She had taken to calling me that last year. I have no idea where it came from, but I kind of liked it. It was and endearing sort of nickname that only she used with me.

I said, “Well, Em, I just had a cinnamon roll, and there’s more of them if you want one. OK?”

“Sure, that’d be good. I like cinnamon rolls. May I have a cup of coffee too? With just a little milk in it?”

“Sure honey!” I went and got her a cinnamon roll; put it in the microwave and while it was being nuked, I poured her a cup of coffee and set it in front of her. Then I brought the milk from the fridge and gave it to her and went back for the cinnamon roll. I put the milk back in the fridge, poured myself some more coffee. I looked at her and said “Em honey, Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you and love you?”

She said, “Uncle Robert, you don’t have to. I know it. I was convinced of your love when you never told anyone about me and Peter in the hotel a few years ago. If you hadn’t loved us both, you could have devastated our lives by telling our parents. But you didn’t. I have never thanked you for that. So, old man, thank you for saving me!! We were both being stupid then. But we finally did do it together, about 5 months later. We still do it whenever we are home together from school. But not this time. I am staying with you till I have to go back. You are the best man in my life, outside my Dad. I have to take care of you!” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Did you expect something to happen between us last night? Is that why you slept in my bed with practically no clothes on? Hoping I’d wake up and in my fussy world of half-sleep, grab you like I would Trish and make love to you?” I asked.

She looked at me, her mouth dropped open and she started shaking her head until I finished speaking and then she said “NO!! Absolutely not!!! No Uncle, no. I never thought that, I promise you. I just want to comfort you. I swear!”

“OK, enough on that then. But you know, you are damned sexy in just panties and bra!!!” I laughed.

“Oh you did notice! I was afraid that you had gone blind for a minute there!! No, I just wanted to see if maybe a little tease would get your blood flowing and help you come out of your sorrow before I have to leave —two days from now!” She said.

“No not blind honey….Tolerant, I think is more the appropriate word. Of course you can’t do that too much, or we will have a fight on our hands.”

“Fight?”

“Yeah, me trying to get them off you, and you trying to keep them on!!” I said bursa escort bayan laughing again.

“Yeah, some fight Uncle!!! Cause you’re bigger than I am so you could beat me and get my clothes off, but you can’t rape me!!! HA HA!!!” she answered as she got up and put her dishes in the sink.

“I can’t? Do tell!!” I said laughing.

As she went across the room toward her bedroom hall she looked back and said “You can’t rape the willing old man!!” and she was gone down the hall.

I couldn’t believe what she had just said! Although we had always had fun together, we had never actually flirted or made sexual comments to each other. This was a whole new ball game to me!

I got up and poured another cup of coffee sat down and thought about this for a while. Then I washed the few dishes and went out into the garage to see if there was something I needed to do today to keep me busy.

I decided to weed the flowerbeds and then maybe go shopping for some new flowers to plant. Trish loved my flowerbeds and I kept them pretty much full of color year round. It was just something else to keep her on my mind.

I finished weeding, took a mental inventory on the space I had left and went inside to get my wallet and truck keys and to ask Emily if she wanted to go along with me.

“Sure, It’ll give us a chance to get out of the house!” She answered. So we went out and got into my Chevy Silverado 1500 and headed to the garden shop of our local Wal-Mart, and possibly the local Lowes Store.

We browsed through the Wal-Mart ‘s garden shop, bought some flowers and then headed over to Lowes to see if they had something different. I guess it was Emily’s first time shopping in Lowes as she wanted to hit every aisle as we crossed the store. She finally confessed that she thought it was just a lumber yard. Anyway, we found some more flowers and checked out and when we were headed back to the house, Emily said “OH uncle Robert, let’s stop and have a donut and coffee here!! They really have good coffee and the donut selection is great, and I love donuts!”

So I turned in to the Dunkin Donuts and we went in to have a mid-morning snack of coffee and donuts.

As we sat there talking, we noticed that across the street was a lot that sells camper trailers and motor homes. “Trish and I always talked about buying one of those things, but just never did get around to it.”

I said.

Emily could see the sadness coming back, I guess and she said, “Well, let’s go look at some of them! You can get one now, you’ll have plenty of money and plenty of time to enjoy it! Come on, it’ll be fun, going through those things and driving the salespeople crazy trying to figure out if we are a couple or not!! That’ll be so much fun too!”

I finally agreed and off we went. We took our coffee with us and started walking the lot. Soon a salesperson joined us and we started asking questions and talking about the amount of usage we’d get out of it. The salesperson just happened to be a young lady of about 25-27 years old, nice body, great eyes, and knew how to dress and do her hair to show off her beauty. We were mainly looking at travel trailers, as I don’t really want to invest in a motor home. Too expensive and you have to tow a car, and all that. So we stuck with the travel trailers. Emily found one that she considered to be the perfect one. So she came back and got me and the salesgirl and took us to it. It was pretty big and very well appointed inside. The bedroom in the back was something out of Penthouse or Playboy. That’s what caught Emily’s eyes. I looked at her and said “Why do I need all this…..Luxury….in my bedroom? Especially if I am out camping?”

“You might not need it, but the girls do!! We like to be able to look good all the time, whether we are camping, fishing, or shopping!! Just think about it, it’s not that much more expensive than the regular ones!” she said.

The sales girl, of course, had to jump in and agree with her, on the looking good bit and the need for it.

Emily said, “And besides Uncle Robert, you never know who’s going to be spending the night in here with you!! Now do you?!”

It was then that the sales girl knew we were not a couple and she grabbed the chance to capitalize on it. “Oh, you’re not married sir?”

“Well, widowed, just in the last few days.” Then she slowed down, but she covered her mouth with her hand, as if she had said something bad. I noticed she had no wedding ring, no engagement ring.

“Oh, I am so sorry sir. Of course, I had no idea! How are you doing sir? Was it sudden?” She asked, with her eyes big and showing her nervousness.

“Yes, it was very sudden. We didn’t have a clue….Heart attack! But I am going to be ok. I have a lot of support, as you can see!” I said and kinda laughed. “Yes, my dutiful , well, wonderful niece here has made me her pet project to see me through this. So I guess I’ll be alright!” I said, laughing and taking a punch in the ribs from Emily.

“Ok, escort bursa I said, let’s talk serious about this. I need to know a lot of details about it before I can even consider it. Like the tongue weight and towed weight and braking system, set up difficulties, all that stuff.” I said.

“Not a problem! You and your niece can come inside, refresh your coffee, and we’ll talk turkey about it!”

She said, turning to walk back toward the office. “By the way, My name is Sandra.”

We discussed all the technical data of trailering and hauling and determined that my hot little Silverado 1500 would not be the safest vehicle to pull one with. So Emily and I departed to think about trading my truck for a bigger one, a Dooley 1 ton pickup, Silverado of course! Like a Rock! Yeah right.

We went home and I planted the flowers while Emily made us some sandwiches and lemonade for lunch. It was pretty warm outside, so when I finished with my flowers, I went in to take a shower. Then I went out and sat down with Emily for lunch. She started on me about buying the trailer and a new truck and hitting the highway. “Since I picked out the trailer, You can pick out the truck.” She said to me, smiling.

I laughed and said “Right, I guess I have a right to pick it out because I have to drive it too!”

“You want to go look at trucks today Old Man? I don’t want to be pushy, but I only have two more days left here and I have to get back to school.” She said, in her little sad voice.

“Yeah sure, why not. It doesn’t hurt to look.” I said. “And it might be nice to have a new truck to cruise around in and pick up chics!”

Emily punched my shoulder and said “I can see that already!! By the time you get around to going out looking for some, you’ll be grey headed!! I know you!”

“Looking for some? Some what Em? What …Who do you think you are talking about?” I said in a voice as stern as I could without laughing in her face.

“You!! You old pervert!! You might do a lot of looking, but I doubt you’ll try to pick anything up, much less take her to bed!!” She said, grinning a big shit-eating grin.

“OH! Now I’m a pervert!!! What makes me a pervert in your book? Have you been sneaking into my bedroom at night??”

“NO, but it’s a thought! You like them young chics, I watch you every time we are out anywhere, you are steady checking out those young tight asses and firm bellies and boobs. Yes, You are a pervert, in my book! But I love you, Ohmigod do I ever love you Uncle Robert!” She said as she looked me straight in the eyes.

This was not a good moment to talk like that, so I said, “Ok, let’s go look at trucks. Are you sure you want to go looking at big trucks?”

By the time the day was over, Emily and I had ordered a new Chevy 1 ton Dooley pickup truck, with everything on it. I don’t even want to think about the price tag. But it was a nice one, crew cab, satellite radio, DVD player, with a towing package. Oh yeah, it was steel blue metallic. We left there and went out to dinner. It really felt pretty good to be out. It was the first time I had left the house except for the visitation and funeral since Trish had passed.

I think Emily had a lot of fun, just going out to eat. She was dressed in a short skirt, pleated, that looked a lot like a cheerleader skirt. A tight, light pink, top, with a white bra under it. (The top was pretty sheer!) And she hung on my arm like she was afraid I would get away. We got quite a few direct looks from some, outright stares from others—mostly older women. Emily thought it was just hilarious! Anyway, we had a good dinner at Outback Steakhouse, and then a few drinks for me (which she ‘sampled’ while she drank her Coca-colas.

We went back home and settled in for the night. Her mom and dad called her and talked to me for a while and then we settled in to watch a movie on pay-per-view TV. She went to change clothes and came back out in a tee-shirt over her panties and bra and settled on the couch right against me and snuggled up like she was a little girl again, with her legs pulled up under her and to one side a little. That just made her lean more on me.

After a while, she got up and popped some pop-corn and came back and held the bowl in her lap as she snuggled up like before. I put my arm around her shoulders and we ate pop-corn and watched the movie for a while. Then very slowly and easily, she pulled my hand down to her breast and placed it on top or her left breast and left it there. I pretended not to notice. When the movie was over and the pop-corn gone, she didn’t move, she just sat there. I looked down at her, at how beautiful she is, and remembered today how she told me how much she loved me. I remembered too, that yesterday, she told me that even after I had caught her and her cousin getting ready to do the wild thing , that they did it anyway, only a few months later, after they were sure that I hadn’t said anything about it.

“Emily, honey, I don’t want to scare you. But yesterday you told me that you and Peter (her cousin) have been …ahhhh…..playing around since you and he were caught on the couch in the hotel a couple of years ago. Is that true?” I asked, in almost a whisper.

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Tonight is a special occasion. You have promised to take me out and I am getting ready, excited about our date. I have a new bra and panties you have not yet seen, black lace and I touch myself putting them on, thinking about you taking them off. I dress in your favorite outfit, the skirt is short and the top is tight and shows some cleavage. I put on very high heels, knowing they make my long legs look longer.

You come home late as usual, but I expected this and bring you a glass of wine to drink as you take a minute to relax, and I remind you of our date. Even though you are tired from a long day, you look at me and cannot bear to disappoint, so you dress for our night out. On the way out the door you stop me and give me a passionate kiss, we both love the feel of the embrace. For a moment I consider – why go out – but we both have been looing forward to a romantic dinner and so you walk me to your truck, opening the door, taking in the view as my skirt rides up when I climb in.

We go to a romantic restaurant and you remember how hungry you are. We make small talk and drink red wine waiting for dinner. I play with my necklace, running my little finger along the edge of my breast while I am doing this, so only you notice. When we eat, I find reasons to lick my fingers and run my fingertips along my lips. I’m getting so hot for you, I slip off a shoe and run my foot along your calf, up your leg and make my way pendik escort into your lap, tickling and teasing you under the table. You smile at me and remove my foot, telling me you wont be able to get up from the table if I keep this up.

My smile is becoming so sexy and lusty, you decide not to linger. You pay the check and the waiter wraps the leftovers and we leave. We get back in your truck, and I am getting more excited by the minute. You begin the drive home and I reach over and undo your belt, and your pants and begin stroking your dick, which is already hard, getting harder from my attentions. I lean over and begin to lick you as you try so hard to concentrate on not driving off the road.

I lick then I begin to suck so lightly and so gently that you moan in frustration, so then I take you in my hands and begin to suck you harder. I suck you hard and long, licking and teasing you with my mouth and hands. I am delighted at your response, I like you so excited and hard for me. I suck deep and slow, then deep and fast, bringing you so close. You wrap your right hand in my hair and pull my head closer to your face, kissing me while you try not to drive off the road. I pull my shirt off over my head and you admire the sexy black lace bra holding my breasts so tightly together. I return my attention to your dick and with both hands and my mouth bring you to the edge, pulling back at the last minute, catching your escort pendik cum in my blouse as you let go, squirting shot after shot in a thunderous orgasm, which causes you to pull over to the side of the road.

Darling, we are nearly home, I remind you as I see you pondering whether to attack me right there in the truck. You put it in gear and bring us home in record time, glancing every chance you get at my lace covered tits. We are finally here and you nearly pull me out of the truck, kissing me in the driveway, your body pressed against mine and we hurry into the house. You reach for the zipper on my skirt and undo it and I let my skirt fall to the floor, standing in my lacy undies and heels, I feel so sexy and you stop for a moment just to look at the black lace, my fair skin, and my long blonde hair cascading over my shoulders.

I reach for your clothes, your buttons, zippers, I feel like I cant get it all off you quickly enough. You reach for me and pull me close, kissing my lips, my ears, my neck, hands all over me, making me moan with pleasure and desire for you. You lay me down on the floor and play with my pussy through my panties, then very slowly remove my panties, making me go wild as you pull them down my thighs, over my knees, past my calves, you make every inch erotic. I raise my hips to meet your hand as you rub my inner thighs, the crease at the top of my thighs, then you stroke my lips.

I pendik escort bayan am so hot and wet, your fingers are wet as you move past my lips toward my clit. You run circles around my clit while you rub your face against my chest. You reach behind me and unsnap my bra and I slip it down my arms and grab your head, bringing your lips to my nipples. I moan and squirm as your tongue and lips tease my nipples while you put two fingers of your hand inside my pussy. I am going wild as I reach for your dick, which is by now beginning to get hard again. I stroke you as you finger fuck me, I am so wet and horny. You start fucking me harder, rubbing my clit with your thumb and I lose it, oh darling, I moan as I cum on your fingers, bucking and moaning, while my hands squeeze your dick so hard. I moan and fuck your fingers back in a frenzy until the waves begin to subside. The sight of me moaning and grinding against your hand gets you harder and you want to fuck me.

You turn me over and enter from behind, so tight and deep and wet, I respond by arching my back and grinding onto your cock. I start rocking my legs and hips, pounding you into me, Faster and harder, you are on your elbows and I take one of your hands and suck on your fingers and you pound me and I pound you back. Oh baby, I moan, feels so good, oh baby yes oh yes oh yes baby oh yes. I feel you getting harder, fucking me faster and deeper. I feel each stroke, so hard so deep, so good and I get caught up in your excitement. I begin to orgasm again and the feel of my pussy contracting and spasming on your dick pushes you over the edge, you thrust harder and faster, then stop and pump me full.

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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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My head hurts. Not a headache but like I’d banged it on something. I’m just waking up. I look around and have no idea where I am. It’s a room. A room made of cement blocks, it looks like. Painted or white washed somewhere in the past. Looks like maybe 15 feet or so by another fifteen feet. Concrete floor. I sit up. I’m naked. Completely naked. What the hell is this?

I look around. I’m sitting on a cot. Like a Boy Scout or Army cot, sort of x-shaped forms at the ends and in the middle with canvas stretched between. There are three of them. Just empty cots, no sheets or pillows or anything. There’s a window. I stand up. Shit, I almost fall over. Whatever happened to my head, I’m not over it. It’s a dirty window, glass, but a heavy mesh covering it on this side, fastened to the wall. I look out and can see I’m on the second floor in what looks like a very poor neighborhood.

There’s a white bucket in the corner. A fairly big bucket, probably five gallons. I go over and look. It smells. I began to realize, this is the bathroom. It’s been emptied but it’s held piss and shit, it’s still smeared with it a little. What the hell is this? There’s a door. I go over to it and grab a metal door knob. Locked, won’t budge. I’m locked up. Naked. What is this?

I sit down on the cot again. Why am I locked up? Where am I? Well, I’m probably in Cali, Columbia. That’s where I was before this happened. When did this happen? How long have I been here? I think about it. Logic says, I got conked and brought here. I probably wouldn’t be out more than a few hours. It’s probably Wednesday, that’s what it was last I remember.

I’m a TV camera man. Union. Work in L.A. Free lance but I work all the time, the studios just don’t have to pay me medical or retirement benefits that way. This producer, Joel, a really good producer, planned to shoot a documentary in Columbia and asked me to be the camera man. He praised my work, said I was exactly who he needed. So I came here. Came from the airport to the hotel and checked in with him and Marie, sort of a gofer and maybe his pump on the side, and Walter, the sound man.

I was supposed to meet them in two hours and decided to go out and walk around a little. I speak not a word of Spanish, I couldn’t go far or I’d get lost, I knew that. And now I’m here. I’ve heard of people being kidnapped for ransom. Is that me? Is Joel expected to pay some big ransom for me? I hope not because it sure isn’t in the budget, which is pretty tight, as usual. If I’m not there what does he do? Report it to the police? To the American consulate, if there is one? I think there’s been a mistake. I get up and go over and knock on the door and yell out loud, “Hello!, Hello!, Anyone!”

And I wait. Nothing happens. I yell again and pound on the door. Nothing. I go back and sit down. What is this? What should I do? I lay down. I think I fall asleep. I hear a noise and wake up, sit up. The door is being pushed open. I get up and take a step toward it. There’s a really bad looking dude standing there with some unusual machine gun or something and he waves at me to step back.

When I was a kid, I had a .22 rifle and went out with a buddy and we shot at bottles and cans. We did it a lot, were sure we knew what we were doing, always shooting into a hill. And we never got into any trouble. But this thing isn’t a .22 rifle. My guess is it’s what I’ve heard of as an UZI, some sort of automatic machine gun kind of thing. Whatever, I have no intention of doing anything to get this ugly guy to shoot me, so I stop and just stand there. A small, middle aged woman sort of looks around his waist at me, then disappears back again and a hand, hers I guess, reaches between his legs and slides a plate and plastic water bottle on the floor, into the room. The hand disappears and the dude pulls the door shut and I can hear it lock again.

It’s a metal plate. Looks like beans and some sort of tortilla, or a slightly thick tortilla kind of thing. The bottle appears to have been opened and resealed, probably refilled with tap water. There’s also a spoon. No knife, no fork, just a spoon. A metal spoon. I feel the plate, it’s fairly hot so the food must be hot. Is this poison? Do I eat it? Does it have some weird truth serum in it? What the hell, I better eat and worry about it later. It’s actually pretty good. Back in LA I always liked refried beans like they have in Mexican restaurants and this is a little like that. Well, not refried maybe but tastes a little like it.

I don’t know how long I’m here. Twice more the ugly dude has come back and the little lady pulls away my old plate and gives me another. So I’d guess it’s been a day anyway. I mean, I’m naked. No watch. I’ve thought about it and I suspect the reason I’m naked is so I can’t escape. I mean, I have no money, no identification, can’t speak Spanish and I’m in Columbia where everyone speaks Spanish. Or maybe it’s just to make them feel superior to me, or maybe to make me feel inferior to them. Whatever, it’s working. pendik escort I’m upset. I have no idea what’s happening. This is all some very, very weird thing that I don’t want as part of my life experience.

When the dude shows up I talk, try and ask him why I’m here? What can I do to get out? Nothing. Not a word back. He probably doesn’t understand anything I’m saying. Then a knock on the door and a voice with an accent like Ricardo Montalban on that TV show where he and the little dude are on an island and the plane comes in, says. “Robert, you’ve been kidnapped and we’ve asked for your TV people to pay us.” I yell back, “They won’t pay, they have no money for this in the budget. This is all a mistake.” It’s quiet for a moment. “Then your government will have to pay” the voice says. “Who can I talk to?” I yell out but I never hear another word.

I do sit ups and push ups, naked on a rather dirty floor. I have no tooth paste or tooth brush, no soap or water, no clothes, no hair brush or comb. Can’t shave. Well, blond beards grow slower at least, I probably don’t look all that bad. What else can I do? Nothing to read. Might as well stay in some kind of shape. The armed ugly dude comes back over and over, the identical food comes over and over. It isn’t horrible food but a little variety would help. I use the bucket when I need to and the room smells like it. My guess is that’s it’s been four days.

The door opens. The ugly dude is there but it’s not meal time yet, I know. He’s holding a naked female, a very good looking naked female. With one of his arms holding her, he beckons me to him with the other hand. When I get close enough, he just shoves the naked woman at me. I catch her by putting my arms around her and holding her. I discover that holding a limp body, even though she’s much smaller than me, isn’t easy. Part of the problem is, I’m naked, holding a really lovely female body tightly against me and it’s down right arousing. My erection presses against her.

I move one hand and arm down around her butt. She has a terrific butt, firm yet soft on the outside. I’m 6’1″ and she’s probably something like 5’3″, so I hold her against me with her head on my shoulder and her feet well off the ground. I sort of stagger back some and get next to a cot, lean over and slowly lower her onto it. She’s not fully on it so I have to grab her butt and move it over a little and rearrange her legs and arms. Finally she’s laying on her back on the cot. Two of us now, locked in this room.

She’s a blonde. A beautiful blonde. Pretty face. An absolutely gorgeous body. Lovely enough to be in movies. The kind of body a sculptor would love to have model for him. Nice breasts. Not huge and pendulous. But even laying down they keep some roundness to them, lovely nipples staring at me. Fairly large nipples. Small waist. Stomach has a slight pooch or roundness but is very firm. A noticeable scar on her belly is the only thing short of perfection. I bet she works out. Great legs, nicely shaped. Rather thinner thighs that most women, she really does work out, I guess. And a bare pussy. Shaved probably. No way to tell if she’s really as blond as her head hair. But overall a really lovely, sexy woman. I go sit on my cot and look at her, waiting for her to wake up. I still have a hard on.

I can remember in high school, a bunch of us guys were lieing to each other, making claims for how great we were and when we got into some made-up story about being naked with a beautiful girl, I said that when it happened to me, I’d sure know what to do. Maybe I even believed it when I said it but probably not. I didn’t know diddly about what to do with a girl. I mean, I knew that fucking was pushing your dick into her cunt but nothing else. In fact, I remained ignorant longer than I should, even after my first couple actual fucks. I remember in college actually ending up naked in bed with the sexiest girl I’d ever seen in my life up to then also naked. I climbed on her and fucked her and as I pumped away she looked at me without a smile and said “Merry Christmas.” I never got another date with her.

I slowly learned to consider the girl and make sure she got something out of it, too. One girl taught me to eat her. Really taught. She insisted that I lick her and then told me each time exactly what to do. She had great orgasms as a result. She also gave great blow jobs. But we didn’t last. I couldn’t stand being ordered around all the time. Eventually I met and dated Diane. It took a few dates but then the sex was the best I’d ever had. I guess she felt the same way because three months later she moved in. We’ve lived together for about nine months now. And I know I’m much better at being a lover after living with a girl full time.

And as lovely as Diane is, this beautiful, naked blond laying here is as sexy as anyone possibly can be. The trick is, will she feel the same about me?

It takes a couple hours and she comes to. She sees me and spouts out a minutes worth of sound, all escort pendik in some foreign language that I don’t understand at all. She’s sitting up and looks as if she’s angry at me. I say, “I’m American. Sorry, but I only speak and understand English.”

She stares at me for a moment and then says, “I have little English. Who are you?”

“My name is Robert. I was kidnapped. Hit over the head and woke up here. I think you’ve probably been kidnapped, too. They probably are asking for some ransom.”

“Why are we naked. Where is this?”

“Naked. Well, I guess it’s so we can’t escape. Naked with no ID and no money. Maybe it’s to make us feel inferior to them or something, too. I think this room is on the second floor of a building in Cali, the poor part of Cali. The window has strong mesh over it. The door is locked. The bucket over there is the bathroom and why this place smells like it does. They bring some beans and tortillas every once in a while so they seem to want to keep us alive.”

“How long have you been here?”

“I think it’s been four days.”

With that she just sits there for a couple minutes, looking around and looking back at me every once in a while. “My name is Veronica,” she says. “My husband is here working on some deal involving oil for the Czech Republic. I imagine the governments will get involved in this.”

She gets up and walks to the window and looks out. Moving, she’s even more beautiful. Perfect body. I can’t help it, I’ve got at least an half erection, maybe more. When she turns away from the window I feel like she’s just looking at my cock and I think there’s a slight smile. “How did you get here?” she asks.

“I’m a television camera man. I came with three others to do a TV documentary for a U.S. network. The day I got here I walked out of my hotel and woke up here. I doubt if the TV people will come up with any large ransom amount, I can only hope our government gets involved or I could be here a long time.”

“Do you have a wife waiting for you?”

“No but I have a girl friends that’s been living with me.”

“You miss her?”

“Yeah, very much.”

“I have a husband and two children. I miss them, too. My children will worry. My husband will probably find a woman some how. He needs sex a couple times a day. Which is just as well because so do I. Just thinking about it makes me need some.”

She walks by me and sits on the next cot, facing me, her feet on the floor. She spreads her legs and reaches down with one hand and starts fingering her pussy. She stares at me as she does this. Her other hand goes to one of her breasts. She pulls on her nipple, which gets smaller and harder. Her finger has slid into her sex and she’s starting to move it, rubbing fast, back and forth. And she stares at me.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. I kneel on the floor between her legs. “Can I help?”

“I hope so,” she answers. I lean to her and use my hands to pull her pussy lips apart and lean down and forward more to get my mouth and tongue to her. She moves her hand out of the way. I can see, moving my eyeballs to look up, that she has hold of her other breast now, too. I start licking up and down in her slit. Her pussy is as gorgeous as the rest of her. Licking up and down, it’s like my tongue is in a warm, wet valley between her lips. I push my tongue into her vagina and then lick up and move my tongue back and forth on her clit. Her clit grows as I work on it. I take two fingers of one hand and slide them into her vagina and start sucking on her clit, pulling on it a little with my lips. I move my fingers in and out, finger fucking her and work my tongue and lips more and more on her clit. She starts moaning.

I pull back and look up at her. She obviously feels that I’m not licking and looks down at me. I put my finger over my lips, indicating to be quiet, and say “Shh” and point at the door. She nods and I start licking again. She still makes some noise but it’s muffled a lot. I can feel her cumming. She gets much wetter. I pull my fingers out and try to suck her whole pussy into my mouth, tasting her juices. She pulls on my hair and I sit up and get my very erect cock aimed at her vagina. She nods and looks like she’s mouthing “Da Da Da”. I push into her and she exhales and gets a big dreamy smile on her face.

Almost whispering she says, “Don’t finish in me, finish in my mouth.”

She’s really tight. Her insides grasp my cock. Really, really great fuck. It’s been almost a week since I last fucked. I know I can’t last real long. Her insides start contracting, pulsing on me as I’m inside her I pump into her over and over and I feel I’m about to cum and pull back. She does almost a flip on that little cot and ends up laying on her side, her mouth right at the level of my cock. She grabs it with one hand and pulls it to her and slides it into her mouth. She licks and sucks on it and gets her other hand back around on to my butt, holding me to her. She sucks hard, I can feel pendik escort bayan it pulling my sperm out of me. I start ejaculating, shot after shot. She doesn’t lose a drop. She continues to suck on me after I’m done for a few seconds and then leans back some and looks up at me, her one hand still on my butt, her other holding my very red cock. “A good start” she says, giving me a dirty grin.

She’s been here maybe two hours and three quarters of that she was knocked out. And this is only a start? Well, what the hell. I lay her back some and get my hands and mouth to her breasts, getting ready to start working down her body. I figure when I get to it, I’ll eat her until I can get it up again and maybe next time we’ll last longer. I lean down and kiss her, can taste my cum in her mouth as we trade tongues. I kiss her neck her shoulders, telling her how beautiful she is and what a great body she has. “I’m going to feast on you as long and as often as you’ll let me,” I tell her as I kiss down over her stomach. She spreads her legs and moves her knees back almost to her shoulders to give me room. I spread her open with my fingers and kiss her, tongue her.

“You’re the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in,” I murmur to her as I get ready to start licking and sucking. I lick up and down in her slit. Tasty, still wet from the fucking. I love it. I lick and lick, push my tongue into her, nibble with my lips on her clit.

“I’m very small down there,” she says. “My babies were Cesarian and my husband isn’t as thick or as long as you and he’s the only one that’s been there before. I knew I had to try you as soon as I saw your thing.” And then she’s too busy moaning lightly in enjoyment of my licking her to say any more.

I’ve spent a lot of time eating pussy. If she’s like at least a couple girls I’ve been with, she’ll be happy to have me working on her for as long as I’m willing to keep tasting her. If I don’t finger fuck her or work to hard on her clit I can keep her into something like a very small orgasm for a long, long time. And that’s what I do. One of her legs is over my shoulder now, the other stretched out on the cot. I’m kneeling on the floor with her butt pulled almost off the canvas. I’m comfortable and so is she. I love what I’m doing and from her muffled sounds, so does she.

What interrupts us is the sound of footsteps outside the door. I leap back from her and sit on the next cot. I indicate for her to sit up. She’s got a questioning look on her face and I point at the door. It unlocks and the ugly dude with the big gun is there and the little woman behind him slides two trays and two water bottles through his legs into the room and the door closes and locks again. It makes me realize that I’ve never actually got a good look at the woman, I don’t even know if it’s always the same one.

“Our regular food delivery” I tell Veronica as I take a few steps and pick up the plates. I give one to her and set the other on the cot. I then pick up the water bottles and set them on the cot. have almost a full erection, built up while I was eating her.

“I think I’d rather eat what I see,” she says, staring at my cock.

“I plan on getting back to eating you in a couple minutes,” I say to her, “but we only get food when they give it to us so we better eat it while we can.”

We both just ate the beans with an occasional swig of water. “I really loved what you were doing to me,” she says. “My husband has never spent that long down there. So I’d like more of that. But I love having a man’s thing in my mouth. It’s just so sexy somehow, it’s shape, it’s taste. And my husband has always loved for me to do that to him. So maybe we can do both. You can get your mouth to me and I can get my mouth to you. I’ve never done that but it seems to me that it should work.”

“I’m sure it will work,” I tell her. “You’re a lot shorter than me so I’ll have to lift my head up some, probably hold onto your beautiful ass. I should be on the bottom, you sort of sitting on me.”

She gives me a big grin, sets her plate, almost empty now, to the side and stands up and takes a couple steps over to me. She starts pushing on me to lay back, so I set my plate on the floor and lay on my back on the cot. She straddles the cot and me and moves to get above my face. Then she lifts one knee up and puts it to the side of my face, then the other, and sits down some, lowering her pussy onto me. I get my tongue out and aim it into her and start licking what I can.

She bends forward and grasps my cock with her hand. She leans forward to get her mouth to me, which lifts her pussy away from me. I can feel her hand holding the base of my cock and her lips around the head, her tongue licking me. But now her pussy is maybe six inches away from me. I grab her butt with my hands and use that to help me lift my head up and forward until I can get my face back at her pussy. In no time, we’re each working away on the other, although this is not a good, long term position for me.

She slurps and sucks on me, I lick her, try and work on her clit as much as I can. She lifts her head up, sitting back so I can get my tongue to her easier. “I love this thing of yours. What do you call it in English?”

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I want to thank everyone once again for your support and encouragement to continue writing my evolving incest saga.

The story continues with Jeff and Wendy (brother and sister) and his new girlfriend Kylah as they prepare the weekend before their upcoming spring break vacation.

Backstory: Kylah’s mom, Jasmine, spent the afternoon having sex with Jeff, her daughter’s boyfriend and realized that she no longer wanted to be with her domineering husband. Jasmine decided to leave her husband, and with her daughter, they fled to Jeff and Wendy’s house where once more Jasmine’s sexual boundaries were pushed to the limit. Jeff and Wendy’s parents are out of town, so they all have the house to themselves for four days, four days to fuck and suck.

This story may contain peanuts so if you’re allergic to incest, brother/sister, mother/daughter, anal, oral, multiple partners, girl on girl, or sex, in general, please do not go any further.

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Friday Morning

As Jeff woke he looked at the three naked women on his bed and knew it was not money or power or even status that authenticated a person’s life; it was moments like this that provided confirmation. He was surprised to find his cock in his sister’s mouth and when he moved Wendy suckled down on him. As much as he would love to receive a morning blow job from her, he had a lot to accomplish today. Reluctantly extricating himself from her mouth, he found his running gear and gently closed the bedroom door. The sex last night had been incredible, beyond belief actually, and his sore cock was a testament to the experience.

After years of routinely waking at five-thirty am Jeff found it impossible to stay in bed, no matter how exhausted he was. The early sun rays tried to find a way through the clouds and greet him; he loved this time of the morning, the peace of running unhindered through the streets to Riverside Park, his favorite park in Jacksonville. The sound of his running shoes on the paved road, with their steady rhythmic mantra beat, played over and over. The select few others like him who found solace in the experience of early morning running nodded or gave waves.

Riverside was the half-way point of his eight-mile run, and he always stopped at an isolated bench to stretch out before returning home. Jeff used the run to the park as unwind time and always waited until he was heading home before thinking over the plans for the day in his head.

On his way home the first item on his list was to see if Kylah and Jasmine were going to spend the day at his house. He knew it was going to be a challenge for them to gather their possessions from their home and find a new place to live. Hopefully, Jasmine’s husband wouldn’t cause too much trouble for them. He would check when he got to his real estate office this morning to see if any rentals were available on short notice.

His new real estate assistant, Sherry, was the second thing on today’s agenda. They were scheduled to meet at eight am in his office this morning. He would have her take over showing a set of buyers a high-end home this afternoon, and then this weekend she would be on a trial run to see if she could handle the rest of his clients. If it worked out well, then the planned vacation getaway starting the following weekend with Wendy and Kylah would be stress-free for him.

Next, he had to inform his parents of the ‘new’ house guests and the circumstances. Jeff was a little worried about what they might say but also confident he could calm any worries they might have. His dad’s new promotion had taken them to Atlanta, and they were spending the weekend house hunting. Jeff realized he and Wendy would have to find a new home, eventually, as their parents would be selling the one here. Luckily he had been saving a part of his commissions for a while now, and he had a sizable down payment to buy his first home.

Jeff smiled and laughed out loud as he thought about his next ‘chore.’ He wanted to stop at the ‘Love Shop’ and pick up a few items to surprise the girls with this weekend and on their vacation. His perverted mind had come up with a few ideas, and now all he needed were the right ‘toys.’

The fact he was fucking his sister together along with his new girlfriend was amazing and last night when Kylah’s mom Jasmine joined in they almost broke his cock. Thank goodness he had a ‘blue pill’ to take from his friend Doctor Low.

He looked at his watch as he ran the last few blocks to his house, not his best time but still considering the energy he expended last night he was surprised his stamina was this high.

The hot water in his shower felt so good he languished longer than he intended, and when Wendy came in and said good morning, he shut the water off. Jeff stepped out of the shower and watched his naked sister pee on the toilet as he dried himself off, even without makeup she was beautiful.

“I don’t know how the fuck you can get up so early and run?” Wendy wondered. “By the way, tuzla escort you did a number on my ass last night bro; it was fucking amazing!” She stared at his muscular naked body and had the urge to suck her brother’s cock, “come here stud and let me taste your clean cock.”

Wendy loved the new relationship she had with her handsome, sexy brother, and she was glad he came home early that night and caught her masturbating on her bed. Since that time they had to sneak around to have sex when their parents weren’t around. This free weekend was going to be a prelude to their vacation next weekend, and as Jeff put it, they had four days to fuck and suck to their heart’s content.

“Maybe you should join me for a run someday,” Jeff laughed as Wendy’s mouth turned into a human vacuum machine. “Fuck Wendy, I thought you would have had your fill last night,” Jeff said as his sister wrapped her arms around his ass and pulled him closer. “When I woke up my cock was in your mouth.”

“I, hmm, know,” Wendy mumbled with a full mouth. Wendy knew she could get used to this every morning, sucking her brother’s cock as he came out of the shower all fresh and clean. “I love you, Jeff!” Wendy exclaimed, looking up at him. “You’re such a stud, with your perfect body and cock!”

“You’re not so bad yourself sis with that sexy mouth of yours!” Jeff countered back. “Now I do need to get to work, are you done for now?”

Wendy looked at her brother’s cock, and even though she wanted more of him, she knew how punctual he was. “Jeff, last night I was too wound up to sleep so I, um, I took advantage of you,” Wendy confessed. “Did you know you can come while you’re sleeping?”

Jeff realized that was why his cock was so sore this morning, especially if Wendy had been sucking him all night. “Thank you, Wendy,” he smiled, “maybe I can return the favor some time.”

“One more suck?” asked Wendy.

“Make it quick,” Jeff laughed.

Just as Wendy was about to release her brother’s cock Kylah and Jasmine entered the bathroom. “Hey, can we join in?” smiled Kylah.

“Sure!” Wendy exclaimed, “you can suck Jeff’s cock while you pee! Who’s first?”

Kylah looked at her mom who shrugged her shoulders, “you choose Kylah,” said Jasmine, “I can wait.”

“What about me?” Jeff laughed, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“NO!” all three girls said in unison followed by giggles and laughs.

“Okay but make it quick!” he said, “I have an early appointment this morning.”

Wendy wiped her pussy, and Kylah took her place on the toilet, “come here boyfriend,” Kylah beckoned, “let me give you a good morning suck.” The sound of pee splashing in the toilet didn’t dampen the moment.

“Jasmine, while Kylah is doing her best to suck the skin off my cock what are your plans today?” he asked with a big smile on his face.

Jasmine dreaded the upcoming showdown between herself and her husband, and she wasn’t ready, not yet anyway. “Can I hide out here today?” she said, “I don’t want to spoil my good mood from last night.”

“Of course, no problem,” he said, “Wendy are you and Kylah going to school today?”

Wendy was watching Kylah take Jeff’s cock deep, “Fuck! Kylah is getting good at giving deep throat!” she said, “Soon she will be as good as me!”

“Wendy?”

“Okay, okay, no; we were going to stay home and fuck you. Hopefully having three horny women waiting for you will bring you home early!”

Jasmine picked up the towel from the floor and wiped the remaining water off Jeff’s muscular back. As she looked at him, she was smitten with his manliness. She didn’t even know if that was a word, but that is how she felt. She kissed his back and wrapped her arms around him giving him a big hug as her large black breasts squeezed against him. He had fucked her beyond anything she thought was possible, even in her fantasy world, and she was extremely grateful.

“Your turn mom,” said Kylah as she wiped the saliva from her chin, “he tastes so fresh and clean!”

Jasmine sat down on the toilet and blushed as she started to pee in front of Jeff. Because of her dark black skin, the blush went unnoticed, but Jeff could see the expression on her face and knew this wasn’t something she had done before. “Another first?” said Jeff as he fed his cock to Jasmine’s open mouth.

Jasmine nodded her head and sucked on his cock, softly and gently, like it was a precious treasure. Out of the three women Jasmine had the greatest effect on his cock. It might have been the steady eye contact, but whatever it was he could feel his cock was growing quickly. “Oh fuck!” Jeff laughed as he stroked Jasmine’s face, “you girls are going to kill me!”

Wendy and Kylah were on each side of Jeff as Jasmine continued to express her gratitude to Jeff with her mouth and soft brown eyes. “Feel this ass!” said Wendy as she groped her brother, “Fuck it’s tighter than mine!”

“Mine too!” laughed Kylah as she squeezed Jeff’s other ass cheek, “maybe we should take up running!”

“You’re tuzla escort bayan always welcome,” Jeff said. “But if I catch you I get to have you!”

“Hmm, sex in the wild outdoors!” said Kylah, “sounds like fun! Maybe we could do that on our vacation next week?”

Jeff was continually amazed at how the once shy, naive Kylah had blossomed into a sexy, confident woman and he was glad she was his girlfriend. Her acceptance of the sexual relationship with his sister and now her mother was nothing short of astounding.

“That would be very sexy,” Jeff said giving Kylah a quick kiss, “now if you ladies have finished molesting me can I go to work?”

Jeff ran the gauntlet of hands as he escaped from the bathroom amid the crude comments of what he was in store for when he came back home. Wendy had a vivid imagination but not to be outdone, Kylah and Jasmine joined in as well with their suggestions.

Kylah picked out his clothes and chose black pants and a black fitted shirt. Jasmine watched Jeff tuck his big semi-hard cock into his pants sans underwear and was appreciative that the ‘young’ people included her in their group.

Meanwhile, Wendy was on the bed with her legs spread wide open for Jeff to see. “You sure you have to go?” Wendy said as she licked her fingers and plunged them into her pussy. “I’m finger licking good!”

“I know you are Wendy,” laughed Jeff, “why don’t you girls have some fun while I’m gone and work off some of that energy!”

“We just might!” said Jasmine to Jeff’s surprised face. “Right girls!”

“Yeah, who needs a big massive hard cock anyways!” laughed Kylah, “Girl power!”

Jeff made his escape as Jasmine and Kylah joined Wendy on the bed and they all hollered goodbye to him.

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Friday Morning – The Real Estate Office: Sherry

Sherry had been waiting for Jeff since seven am, her mind and body exhibited signs of the stress she was under. The two cups of coffee were meant to wake her up, but all they did was give her the jitters. Jeff had given her a golden opportunity to be his real estate assistant and the pressure was getting to her. She had told him all about her deviant sexual tendencies, and that her last boyfriend left her a victim of sexual violence that damaged her dignity and psyche through intimidation, and degrading acts.

Jeff was helping her break ‘the cycle,’ and she was awed by the sexual finesse and compassion in such a young man. During their first sexual encounter Jeff had used her hard, inflicting a lot of pain and pleasure, but when he found out her secret, he was devastated by what he had done to her. Their second sexual experience had been with love and trust which, surprisingly, left her completely satisfied, and she knew if he ever wanted her body again, it was his to use. However, he wanted.

Sherry grappled with the thought of being so close to Jeff and never having his impressive cock in her again, but she knew it was her issue and not his. Her life was changing for the better, and if Jeff was not in the cards as a sexual partner at least, she could be near him.

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Jeff’s ride into his office brought back memories of his astonishing night, and the smile on his face was visible to the other commuters in their vehicles, several women were definitely intrigued and smiled back at him. The sky had cleared, and the sun was sharing his good mood spreading out the glow in his heart on everyone. “Yes! Today is going to be a great day!” he shouted out.

As soon as he entered his office, he knew something was off with Sherry. Even though she looked stunning in her bright yellow spring dress, the empty stare and fake smile couldn’t hide her inner emotions. At first, Jeff thought it was a sex thing, and she had been abused last night by some random guy. When he noticed her chewed down fingernails on her shaking hands, he put two and two together. Sherry was having big anxiety issues. “Need a hug?” he said.

“How did you know?” Sherry said, amazed once more at Jeff’s uncanny sixth sense of what she needed.

Sherry wrapped her arms around Jeff and cuddled into his chest, he smelled shower fresh, and she tried to take calming deep breaths. She felt protected in his strong arms as he hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Jeff,” she whispered, “I’m a bit of a mess this morning.”

“Let’s sit down on the couch and talk about it,” Jeff said. “I’m always here for you.”

Reluctantly Sherry released herself from his protective arms and sank into the couch. She played with the hem of her dress as she apprehensively went through the words she wanted to tell him in her mind.

“I’m scared Jeff,” Sherry suddenly said, “what if I screw up and cost you a sale or worse, wreck a client relationship?”

“What else?” asked Jeff.

“I can’t compete with you, I mean look at you! You’re so confident and handsome!” she said, “I am frightened people will see right through me and see how deranged I am escort tuzla inside.”

“Is that it?” he asked again.

Sherry thought for a minute and could see the compassion in Jeff’s young eyes. “I don’t want to fuck up your business Jeff,” she said trying to hold his gaze, “you’ve been so good to me right from the start.”

“I believe in you Sherry,” he said softly, “do you think you’re the only one with issues? I have them too you know.” Jeff reached down and held her hand, “I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think you could handle it. One day we will look back at this moment and share a big laugh.”

She wanted to believe him, she did, but the nagging thoughts wouldn’t leave her head. “But what if I fuck up?” she said.

“But what if you don’t?” he countered. “Listen what you’re feeling is normal, use it to your advantage. Stress can debilitate you or drive you to success.” Jeff thought for a moment, “I know what you need, let me see if I can make it happen. In the meantime get busy and pull off all the comparable sales for the home you’re showing this afternoon. I know the husband will want to see them.”

Sherry busied herself with the task as Jeff made a call. His relaxed, confident manner was rubbing off on her, and she found herself calming down.

“Pansy, is that you?” asked Jeff to the caller on the phone, “it’s Jeff Knight calling.”

“Mr. Jeff how you do?” answered Pansy in her broken English, “you come back today, girls like you. You special. You know what I mean?” she said followed by high pitched laughter.

“Sorry not today Pansy,” said Jeff as he smiled at the memory, “but say hi to the girls for me. Pansy, I do have a favor to ask of you.”

“Okay, you go,” she said.

“I have a very special lady that needs your attention this morning,” Jeff said, “can you fit her in?”

“What you need?” answered Pansy.

“She needs the full treatment, including nails,” Jeff responded. “Can she come by in an hour?”

“If she special like you, okay. I give her the works,” Pansy said, “but you come see me next week, okay?”

“Thank you, Pansy,” he said as he smiled at Sherry, “one more thing make sure she has a happy ending.”

“Oh, she special!” laughed Pansy, “okay, Mei Lee make sure. Bye.”

Sherry thought Jeff was making an appointment for his girlfriend to get her hair done or something and wasn’t paying that much attention.

“Okay it’s set,” said Jeff, “Pansy will fit you in. She owns a day spa on River Drive.” Jeff walked over to Sherry, “Now I want you to go get pampered, it’s my way of saying thank you for all your hard work.”

Sherry’s mouth was wide open in surprise, “you want me to go get a massage?”

Jeff loved this moment, “Yes!” he said, “oh and it is not just a massage, the girls will be giving you the full treatment, massage, facial, pedicure, acrylic nails, and a waxing.”

“Waxing?” Sherry exclaimed, “oh my god, do you mean my pussy!”

“Have you ever had your pussy waxed?” Jeff laughed as Sherry shook her head no, “then you’re in for a real treat! Besides, “Jeff said, “I love a smooth pussy!”

The stunned look on Sherry’s face said it all, she jumped up and gave Jeff a huge hug, squeezing her breasts against his chest. “You’re fucking incredible!” Sherry screamed, “Who does things like this!”

Sherry’s brightened mood was just what Jeff hoped would happen. Jeff grabbed her by her ass and lifted Sherry into the air to set her on his desk. Her dress had shifted up, and he caught a glance of her white lace panties. “Is that a thong you’re wearing?” Jeff inquired with a big smile on his face.

She pulled her dress up higher until her panties were completely visible. “Do you like them Jeff?” she asked, “I didn’t know your favorite color.”

“Very nice, white is always a good choice,” Jeff said as he fingered the material, “they look very sexy on you.” Jeff continued to rub her pussy as he looked into her eyes, “you’re getting wet,” he said.

“I know,” Sherry said, “you do that to me. Just being close to you makes me leak.”

Jeff pushed the flimsy material to the side and pushed his upturned index finger in her pussy. Sherry’s brown eyes turned intense, and she let out a soft moan. When he pushed two fingers in she threw her arms around his neck. “Oh god, Jeff!” she said as she split her legs wider, “that feels so good!” The unexpected sexual advance caught Sherry off guard, but she loved every minute of it.

Sherry couldn’t look away from Jeff as he finger fucked her cunt, his strong wrist was moving faster now, and his poker face never changed. She didn’t know what was going through his mind as he ground against her mound. She wanted to kiss him, desperately, but she didn’t dare, not without his permission. With every hard thrust, Jeff’s probing fingers were lifting her up off the desk by her cunt. It was implausible to her that Jeff could have such a dramatic influence on her whole being.

“Are you close Sherry?” Jeff asked with no trace of romantic overtures. His actions were meant to unleash her negative thoughts and replace them with physical desire. He knew he had ambushed Sherry, but she needed a shock to her system.

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As a professor at an exclusive private college in New England, many of my students are the pampered children of rich parents. The cars they drive are far more expensive than anything I could afford on my modest salary. The young women tend to wear the latest designer clothes. The number of attractive, even sexy, young women enrolled at the college is extraordinary. When the hot weather finally arrives in May, the short skirts they wear to class afford tantalizing glimpses of pantied crotches that make lecturing difficult. Students frequently come to my office for advice or for help with an assignment. These meetings sometimes allow me even better views of my young female students. Occasionally, it seems that a young woman allows her skirt to slide even higher than normal, or spreads her legs just a little farther apart than usual, or allows just one or two extra buttons on her blouse to come undone during these meetings. One young lady even showed up in my office in a sheer white blouse and no bra. A condition that became obvious only when she complained about how hot it was in my office and proceeded to remove her sweater. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her nipples harden under my gaze. Although I never pursued any of these obvious invitations, I believe firmly in looking and enjoying. It was in pursuit of this enjoyment that I began teaching summer classes. I was not disappointed.

I was in a constant state of arousal during summer school. My female students wore even more revealing clothing, miniskirts or baggy shorts that gave me full views of their panties or even their naked pussies. I quickly switched from boxers to tight bikini underwear in order to prevent my erections from tenting the front of my pants. I also switched from baggy pants to jeans. But I was sure that the bulge in my pants was often obvious. One young woman in particular, who sat in the front row of class every day, seemed not to be able to take her eyes off my crotch. Although she tended to dress less provocatively than her peers, one day she came to class in a short skirt that left little to the imagination when she sat down. As class proceeded, she ever so slowly began to spread her knees apart, giving me a perfect view of her naked crotch; a view that confirmed her gorgeous red hair was natural. When, after class one hot Friday afternoon, she asked to meet with me in my office to discuss an upcoming assignment, I was only too happy to agree.

Sandy bursa escort showed up at my office door promptly at three, as agreed, closing the door behind her as she entered. She wore the same short skirt. But she had changed into a skimpy white halter top, made of thin material that left her nipples clearly visible. As we talked, she crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly, allowing me a long, leisurely view of the red hair covering her pussy. After a few minutes, I began to smell her excitement. As I watched her nipples harden, I felt my cock doing the same. It was not long before the bulge of my cock was as visible through my jeans as her nipples were through her halter.

Suddenly, Sandy leaned toward me and slid her hand up my thigh and onto the bulge of my cock. She whispered “Professor Black, you seem to be having a problem. Can I help?” She gave my cock a firm squeeze and stroked it through the thin material of my jeans. I was hooked. I couldn’t resist.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

Her voice was husky with arousal as she said “I want to suck your cock!” And before I could answer Sandy slid out of her chair onto her knees and began to unzip my jeans. She quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I lifted myself slightly, allowing her to tug them down a bit to uncover my growing cock. She pulled my bikini down below my balls, allowing my cock to spring free.

“Nice!” she sighed, before capturing my cock between her lips and sucking it deep into her mouth and throat. Her right hand grasped it at the base and began to stroke it tightly as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. The hot wetness of her mouth and the tightness of her throat were heavenly. After a few moments, she let my cock slip out of her mouth and pulled her head back to admire it.

“God, you’re bigger than I expected,” she growled. I’m about 9 inches fully erect, and very thick around; a real handful or, better, mouthful. Sandy slowly licked the underside of my cock, from my balls to the tip, and teased the swollen head with soft flicks of her wet tongue.

“I want you to fuck me,” she hissed, and plunged the full length of my cock down her throat. A few more sucks on my cock and she let it loose. She climbed back into her chair and put her left foot up onto the seat, spreading her knees so that her skirt bunched up around her waist and her beautiful pussy was fully exposed to me. “I’m all yours, give bursa escort bayan it to me,” she urged.

Without saying a word, I stood up, let my pants fall to my ankles and liberated my hard cock. It pointed directly at Sandy’s face, bouncing up and down slightly along with my heartbeat. Holding on to the arms of her chair, I pushed my hips between her thighs and took aim. We both watched my swollen, purple cock head, glistening with her saliva, slide slowly into her pussy. I thrust in as deeply as I could, pressing my own dark hair against her curly bush of red.

“Ohhhh, professor!” Sandy moaned with delight, as my cock pressed deep within her in one smooth thrust, eased by her wetness. She gasped as I slowly pulled it out, stretching the pink inner lips of her pussy outward. I smiled at how easy she was making it for me. I made sure to pull upward in order to rub her clit. Her hands clutched at my hips, pulling me back toward her, and I was happy to oblige. But I kept the pace slow for a while, trying hard to apply as much friction to her clit as I could. I was rewarded for my efforts by a constant stream of appreciative comments and urgings, which I had to muffle with a deep kiss to keep Sandy’s passion from being heard through the door or thin walls of my office. She produced a flood of juices, lubrication that made it easy to keep thrusting into her at an increasing rate.

I felt my own passion rising. I withdrew from her and got down on my knees so that I could bury my face in her pussy. The aroma of her arousal was pure excitement. The taste of her was delicious, better than any I had ever eaten.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right there!” Sandy loved being eaten, but it made her want even more badly to be fucked. “Give me your cock!” she demanded.

I stood up, threw her legs up on my shoulders, and began to thrust into her in earnest. I was happy to provide the hard fucking, free of any emotional entanglements, this horny little coed was looking for. Occasionally, I took my cock entirely out of her for a moment in order to tease her. Once, the engorged head of my cock bounced against her rear passage, wet with the juices that were pouring out of her pussy. For a moment I toyed with the idea of doing her anally, but decided to save that delight for the future. With one hard thrust I buried myself deep in her pussy and began to pump hard, fast, and deep. The rhythmic pressure on her clit drove Sandy over the escort bursa edge, and she tensed up and clamped herself around me just as I let loose with what felt like a flood of cum. I covered her mouth with mine, and pushed my tongue deep into her to stifle her groans of pleasure. When we had both recovered a bit, I pulled out of her and stepped back.

My cock was still partially erect, and wet with Sandy’s juices and my own cum. Sandy’s legs were splayed over the arms of her chair, her pussy still swollen with arousal and oozing a combination of her fluids and mine. I couldn’t resist burying my face in it once again and licking her clean. I made a point of licking the juices that had run down over her ass, and tickling her rear hole, pressing my tongue against the ring of muscle that surrounded what I just knew had to be a still-virginal hole. If all went well, however, it would not be virginal much longer.

“Jeez, that was better than anything I have ever had,” Sandy gasped. “So big! And so hard! You’re amazing,” she grinned, still breathless from her orgasm. She leaned forward to lick my cock clean. I started getting hard again. “Wow, are you ready for more already?” she asked in surprise.

“No,” I lied. I couldn’t take the chance of prolonging our encounter. Office sex was just too dangerous. I pulled away from her and quickly dressed. She did the same, except for her panties. I used them to wipe her off, and to dry my cock, then folded them neatly into the top drawer of my desk. Sandy smiled as she watched me close the drawer, but didn’t say a word.

As she readied herself to leave, Sandy put an arm around my neck, kissed me deeply, and declared “I’m gonna want lots more of that, you know!”

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more available, if you play your cards right,” I teased her. My left hand was on the doorknob, ready to let her out of the office, but my right hand was under her short skirt, massaging her bare ass, one finger tracing circles around her puckered star. Next time she wanted to use me like a dildo, I was going to test whether she could remain so cool while I was pounding her back door.

As Sandy left the office, another young lady from the same class was waiting outside my door. Anne looked at Sandy and gave her a brief smile. She looked at me and gave me a full grin. As she sat down in my office, I turned to open the window.

“It’s a little stuffy in here,” I mumbled.

“Smells great to me,” Anne said with a smile. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “I love the way it smells in here,” she said. Staring straight into my eyes, she slowly crossed her legs, letting her short skirt ride up high on her thighs.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I wasn’t trying to Make her.”

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

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

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

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

“Dad’s staying in the city.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not as much as that spanking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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