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I’m standing in the kitchen finally doing the dishes I’ve put off all day. The baby is down for her nap and the puppies are finally behaving, so I’ve told myself I might as well get them over with. I’ve only just opened the dishwasher when the door opens and he walks in. I smile.

“Hey, honey, how was class?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond.

Concerned, I turn to look at him, my smile fading when I see the serious look on his face. “Is everything okay?” I ask, concern evident in my voice.

Suddenly he hurries toward me and I step back, surprised at his pace. When he reaches me, one hand grabs my arm and the other the back of my neck, then both pull me to him. Before I realize what is happening, his lips are on mine.

His kiss is tender, sweet, and urgent all at once. It’s as though he is trying to display his entire soul to me in that one moment. I kiss him back, my hands reaching up and twisting in his hair. Losing myself in the moment, I let my mouth — my entire being, really — open up to him.

An eternity passes all too soon, and he breaks the kiss. He touches his forehead to mine and simply holds me there. After a few long minutes he finally speaks, but his tone is hushed: “I need you, Amber. I love you. I need you. Please.”

I have no idea what it is that is driving my lover, but I nod immediately. “I’m yours,” I say softly, and the words are barely out of my mouth before he kisses me again.

Suddenly we are in our room, though I have no recollection as to how we got there. His mouth is still on mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. My own hands are still in his hair, and I feel as though I cannot pull him close enough. Then, all to abruptly, he stops. “No,” he says through ragged breaths, “slow.” I nod again, my wide eyes searching his face for any indication as to what has him in such a state. I see nothing, only wild lust and a sort of pleading in his eyes.

His hands release me, only to move to the bottom of my shirt. He slips his fingers slowly under the material, pausing to rub the sensitive skin of my waist. I shudder at the light touch.

Staring into my eyes, he lifts the hem slowly upward, revealing my skin an inch at a time. Slowly, he drops down to his knees in front of me and kisses my midriff. He pushes the shirt farther up, pausing every few seconds to plant another kiss Alanya Olgun Escort on my skin. Finally he stands up again and looks into my eyes. We stare at each other for several moments, and our gaze is only broken when he pulls the shirt up over my head and drops it to the floor.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, then looks down at my exposed chest and stomach. Touching my shoulders, he silently beckons me to turn around. When I do, he carefully gathers my long brown hair and places it over my left shoulder, leaving the tattoo on my right shoulder exposed. Bending over, he plants a kiss on the tattoo, then slowly leaves a trail of kisses up the side of my neck to my ear. I shudder when he bites the lobe; he knows that area is my weakness.

With steady hands, he undoes the clasps to my bra, then slowly slides the straps off of my shoulders. I let it fall off my body and join my shirt on the floor.

His arms are around me again, my back pressed against his chest. Fondling each of my breasts in each of his hands, he leans down to kiss my neck again, causing me to moan with pleasure. He bites gently and I whimper, instantly feeling myself get wet just for him.

He turns me around again to face him, and again he seems mesmerized by my exposed body. He fondles my right breast in one hand, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive nipple and carefully pinching it from time to time, while he leans down to take the other nipple into his mouth. I moan again and my hands find his hair once more. As he continues the assault to my breasts, I try to pull him closer. After a while he switches, and the exquisite torture begins anew.

“J-Johnny,” I whimper after several minutes. “P-please…. I want you.”

He stands up again and pulls me against his chest, once more gracing my lips with a sweet, passionate kiss. As we kiss I pull his shirt over his chest and push it over his head, anxious to rid him of the wretched material keeping him covered. When it’s gone I reach for his belt buckle, but he pushes my hands away. “Not yet,” he says softly. I groan; a mixture of frustration and pleading. He smiles.

Suddenly he reaches down and clasps his hands just below my butt, lifting me off the ground. I let out a squeal of surprise and wrap my arms and legs around him as I’m lifted into the air. He smiles Alanya Otele Gelen Escort again, then carries me over to the bed, taking great care to lay me gently down. I gaze up at him as he crawls onto the mattress, slowly placing his body directly over mine.

“I love you,” he says softly, his eyes bearing into my own.

“I love you, too.” In that moment, that is all that matters.

He leans down and kisses me softly, then slowly moves down. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses, licks, and nibbles down my neck, stopping at my breasts. For several minutes he torments my breasts again, carefully squeezing and pinching the nipples. He softly bites one and I gasp, arching my back so that the assaulted breast is pressed harder against his teeth. That only makes me gasp again.

His erotic torture of my breasts continues, and as it does one hand slides slowly down my belly, until he finds the buckle of my jeans. He skillfully undoes it, and it is only then that he takes his mouth from my breast, and only long enough to slide my pants down my legs. When they are on the floor, he returns his attention to my breasts.

Even as he does so, his fingers slowly trace some sultry pattern over my underwear, teasing my pussy lips and every so often grazing my clitoris. I gasp, the combined sensations of his mouth on my breasts and his fingers over my pussy driving me wild.

Ever so slowly, he slips his hand under the band of my underwear, continuing his teasing directly on the skin. I cry out as his forefinger touches my sensitive clit, thrusting my hips into his hand. He pulls away before I can use his palm to grind myself to orgasm, and I let out a frustrated cry.

“Not yet,” he says, lifting his head from my breast to look me in the eye. I moan and let out a tearless sob of angst.

His hand returns to gently caress my shaven mound, and I writhe beneath his touch. His mouth has moved again, this time to my neck and just below my ear. My breathing is fast and heavy, and I’m beginning to feel a bit faint. “Please,” I whisper breathlessly. “Johnny, please.” Finally my pleas are answered, and he slips one finger inside me. I moan in ecstacy.

He moved his finger back and forth in a gentle thrusting motion, but too soon I am begging for more. Another finger joins the first, but it is Alanya Rus Escort still not enough. I moan and whimper his name, begging him to take me, to claim me, to make me his and make me cum. He ignores every one of my requests.

Instead, he moves once more, this time sliding down my body until his head is between my legs. He pulls my panties down, then lifts my legs into the air so he can pull them completely off. When my legs are back on the bed and spread wide, I see him dip down, and suddenly I am lost as his tongue finds my clitoris.

I swear I see stars as his tongue takes me to the farthest reaches of oblivion. He slips a finger inside me and my pleasure is instantly multiplied. It is only moments before I am close to orgasm, and judging from his increased pace I think he knows it.

Nevertheless, I cry out, “I’m going to cum, baby!”

“That’s right,” I hear him say against my pussy, “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.”

His words are all I need, and I’m lost in the depths of pleasure, rolling in wave after wave over me. My entire body shudders as I cum, and when I finally come crashing back down to earth I realize that he is over me once more, holding me in his arms. His pants and underwear are gone, and I feel the thick length of his cock positioned just outside my entrance.

“Please, baby, I need you,” I whisper, and in response he slowly slips inside me.

I groan as he fills me. Never do I feel more complete than when he is inside me. There is no difference now. Every fiber of my being seems to be completed by him, and I thrust back into him in ecstasy.

He thrusts slowly at first, gently even, but soon his thrusts quicken and I sense that primal passion is now driving his need. I wrap my arms and my legs around him, holding him in an embrace as old as time itself. I feel myself once more getting closer and closer to the edge, but I try to hold off for fear that I’ll break his rhythm.

Soon I am whimpering and moaning, wanting nothing more than to let go of the orgasm I am hanging onto. Finally his breathing quickens in just the right way, and I feel him tense around and within me. Suddenly he groans as he comes, and I allow myself to feel the orgasm that has been building for several minutes. Ecstasy cannot begin to describe the sensations.

We lay in each other’s arms as the orgasmic high wears off. When it does, he pulls out of me and lies down on the bed. I immediately lay beside him, my head rested in the indent of his shoulder.

“What was that all about?” I ask as my fingers draw patterns across his chest.

He kisses my hair and hugs me gently. “I just needed you. That’s all.”

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My Son, My Man

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As I looked across the table at both of them, the sight made me very happy. After a long time I had seen my baby so happy. Though it hurt to think that he had grown up and would be slowly drifting away now but still I am happy as long as he is.

It’s been a long, long time since his father died. But it feels like yesterday. Oliver was what would have been every woman’s dream. He had such striking blue eyes and dark hair. His face and body appeared like they had been sculpted out of marble. He was the kind of man one would be drawn to. Maybe that’s what happened when I saw him that day. He was with his friends, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I fell in love with him.

We were both in our senior year of high school and I was new. I didn’t know anyone there. He being generous offered to show me around… I was glad. We became friends, best friends. He had a girlfriend so we left it at that. One day he came to my house. He was very sad. I asked him what was the matter but he wouldn’t tell me. He cried in my arms, but he wouldn’t tell me. He told me that he had broken up with Emma but I knew that was not the cause. It was something bigger. It tore at my heart to see him that sad. He was in no position to drive so I put him to bed. My parents were out for the night.

I called his mother to inform that he would be staying the night. She was crying. I asked what was wrong so she told me… Oliver was dying and there was nothing anyone could do. My love was dying, I couldn’t do anything.

I went up to the bedroom. I was hysterical. This time it was me who was crying in his arms. How could he be so calm? I begged him not to go away but he said he couldn’t do anything about it. We both cried. I told him that I loved him. He told me he loved me too. I shouted at god, I begged god not to take him away. We spent the night in the bed, making desperate love. We made love like there would be no tomorrow… I was not sure if there would be. We conceived Bradley that night.

For the next two months we passed every possible moment together. I told him I wanted to get married to him… that I wanted to be his bride but he told me that he didn’t want me to be his widow. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant till the last moment. I didn’t want him to be worried. A child born out of true love was beautiful, there was nothing to be worried about… but Oliver wouldn’t understand. He would run here and there making arrangements for the child. I didn’t want that. Now all his time was mine. He died in my arms. I had no will to go on any longer but I had to… for Bradley.

When my parents came to know that I was pregnant, which was just over a month after Oliver’s death, they disowned me. I begged them to understand but they wouldn’t.

I couldn’t cry anymore, there were no more tears in me left to shed.

So I left home. I didn’t know what to do. I was just over eighteen, no experience in the real world. I was completely on my own. If it hadn’t been for Bradley I would have gone down and never surfaced again. But I had to go on. It was like walking in a snowstorm, you knew you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t have the energy for one more Alanya Yabancı Escort step but you had to go on. I went on…

Until Bradley was born I worked at a boutique. It turned out that I had a real knack in dresses. As Axelle (the owner) put it, ‘I had an innate sense of style’. She was sympathetic towards me. I worked there for six months and then Bradley was born.

When I saw him for the first time, tears flowed from my eyes in a long time. He was beautiful. The angel god sent me. He was what had pulled me through. He was my savior.

Looking at him then, I could tell this was exactly how Oliver would have looked when he was a baby, except for maybe the eyes. Bradley had my clear bottle green eyes. Looking at him now, I know I was right.

Today is Bradley’s eighteenth birthday, which he shares with his father. I told him he should go out but it turned out that he wanted to spend it with ‘the two most important women in his life’… yes, my baby has found love.

“Ma, are you crying?,” Bradley asked concerned.

“No honey, why would I? I am so happy,” I said as I wiped the tears that had unconsciously dripped from my eyes. Thinking about Oliver had always been difficult. I love him so much. I miss him. And Bradley looked more like his dad by the day. It was frightening.

I continued working at Axelle’s after Bradley was born but Axelle wasn’t there anymore. She died a few years after Bradley was born. It was another great loss and another great responsibility. She had no relatives, so she left the store to me and I expanded it to a chain of boutiques across the world.

“What are you thinking Ma?”

“Nothing baby, next week I have to go to Paris, to select fabric for the autumn line we are starting… Would you like to come along and maybe Alicia would like to come along too. You two could have some time together. And apart from that you enjoy the marketing part of it”

“Oh, it’s great that you invited me but I have some work at home… I won’t be able to go,” Alicia said.

“Then, would you be coming along Bradley”

“Yes, of course Ma”

“Okay, then its done. We leave on Monday.”

“Cool.,” Bradley was always excited about business trips. He didn’t even want to go to college. He had almost finished school and couldn’t wait to dive head first into all of it.

We finished our dinner and moved to the parlor for coffee. We sat beside the fire talking. Bradley was excited about the trip and I was excited because in another month Alicia would be turning eighteen and I was thinking if they were thinking of getting married. I wouldn’t let these young lovers lose time like I had. And with Bradley becoming more like his father by the day there was another issue racking my mind.

“Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Ms. Fuller”

“It was a pleasure, dear”

“Don’t stay out late, Bradley,” I warned my son. I knew how horny teenagers were.

He gave me a smile that felt like a flashback.

After they left I went up to my bathroom and ran a hot bath. As the marble bath filled, I undressed and looked into the mirror. I looked into my Alanya Yaşlı Escort own bottle green eyes as I undid the bun I had made of my long black hair. My body was something I was proud of. I was five feet five inches and my vital statistics were 34, 26, 34. My breasts though not very big are perfectly shaped and show no sign of any sag whatsoever. Cherry red nipples stood proudly on them. I have a perfectly toned body. It’s a gift from the swimming I had continued for almost fifteen years now.

I thought of how much Bradley looked like his father as I slowly lowered myself into the water. The water soothed the fatigue away from my tired muscles. My memory flashed back to the night I had lost my innocence. The memories made me both horny and sad. As my fingers slightly brushed against my clitoris, my nipples hardened. I increased the speed and started stroking my clit, I thought back at how his kisses used to make me wet. As a got ready to come and little explosions started assaulting my body the memory of how he had looked before he died came to my mind. The last touch before his hands went still, the feel of it returned to my skin and my body was racked with sobs. I don’t know how long I lay there crying, before I lost consciousness.

I woke up to find myself in my bed, the sun streaming through the curtains. I had been bundled in my robe by my son and that realization left me red faced.

“How’re you feeling?” Bradley asked as he walked into the room. The vision of him in sunlight was mesmerizing. His muscled up six ft. frame intrigued me. He looked like some Greek god.

“Better”

“What happened last night Ma? You were crying, half conscious… lying in the cold water… speaking out dad’s name… Why do you do that to yourself?”

“I just remembered it… it all came back to me” I said as my voice threatened to crack and tears started stinging my eyes

“Oh Ma… it’ll be okay, it’ll go away… you’re the strongest women I have ever known,” Bradley hugged me and rubbed my back to console me.

“I love you, baby”

“I love you too, Ma” He said, as he placed a kiss on my mouth.

He smiled as he saw the shocked expression on my face. He had never kissed me on the mouth before. But I guess it was okay. So after the initial shock, my expression returned to normal.

“I broke up with Alicia last night”

“What? Why? … I thought you loved her,” I stammered out. I was baffled.

“I was attracted to her, she is good to talk to, and she is a good friend… I my own way, yes I love her…but she is not the woman I love,” he answered calmly.

“I am sorry if I sound harsh Bradley, but very few people ever get that,” I tried to reason with him.

“Ma, I want more than that… I want what you and daddy had… I want the unconditional love… I want nights full of passion… I want the desperation… I want the agony… I want the utter joy of making her happy… I want to give without feeling loss…” Bradley said with his eyes lighting up, the longing was evident in his voice and I knew that he was talking about someone…

“And may I know who is this ‘her’ Alanya Yeni Escort that has stolen my son’s heart?” I said jokingly.

“Its you Ma…I love you… You are the woman I love”

Saying this he shifted closer to me and pulled me into his hard body. He moved his soft full lips to mine, and softly licked first my lower lip and then my upper lip. Gaining more courage, he took my lower into his mouth and bit it lightly. He was driving me crazy; he was my son for god’s sake. But his lips…oh… they had unleashed the passion that I had kept locked up for the past nineteen years…but still I untangled my lips from his and looked into his eyes.

“We cannot do this baby, you cannot tie yourself to your old mother,” I was sad but this was true, he had a whole life ahead of him.

“Old? What are you talking about Ma? You are the most beautiful woman I know… With the kind of body you have you could easily pass for twenty. You are just thirty seven, you have so much ahead of you… We could live our lives together. “

“You have to find someone your own age, honey”

“But I love you Ma, and I want you”

He was driving me crazy. I kept quiet.

“Ma, please listen to me, we’ve been together through thick and thin… I can’t dream of a life without you…”

He moved both his hands to either side of my neck and kept them there, he slowly started caressing my neck lightly with his thumbs.

“Oh, I want you so bad…” he said, almost a whisper.

He moved his lips to ears and took my earlobe into his mouth. He started licking it and licked his way to my lips. He kissed me with all the passion of a teenager and this time I didn’t object. I kissed him back. This time I was the aggressor. I moved onto his lap, my legs around his waist, my pussy was touching the fabric of his jeans and I was going mad with need.

My hands, of their own will started unbuttoning his shirt in sheer desperation. I wanted to rip his shirt off, wanted his touch so bad. We were both naked in a matter of few instants. I couldn’t believe it; we were both acting like two horny teenagers. Neither of us was really experienced, but still it was his first time so I had to take the lead.

I was on my back, with him between my legs, getting ready to enter me. The size of his cock scared me a little, but I was too wet to bother. My breathing became labored as I guided him into my pussy, and with me being so wet he slid in easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his eyes as he slowly started fucking my tight pussy.

“Give me more, baby,” I cried…

“Jesus… Ma you feel so good… ahhh,” he was pounding me with all his strength.

“Harder… harder…oh yeah,” I yelled as his balls pounded against my pussy.

I was getting ready to come and so was he, and when it finally happened, my body bucked under his so violently that he had trouble staying on top of me. He kissed me as orgasm after orgasm washed over me and he reached his own release. He came into me, planting his seed in my womb.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Jesus” he groaned as he came. His face was flushed and his eyes closed, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“Would we ever be able to get up after that?” he said after a while, he was still lying on top of me…

“I don’t want to know now, the results might be disappointing,” I giggled as we fell blissfully asleep…In each other arms…

My son, my man…

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My Sister’s Secret Desires Ch. 01

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Discovering My Little Sister’s Wild Side ©

My name is John. I am 6’2″, weigh 198 pounds, with hazel eyes and light brown hair which I keep cut short. I grew up in a strict Catholic family in San Jose, California. When I say strict, I mean that my parents raised me and my younger sister like they expected me to become a priest and my sister a nun. I think we spent more time in Church than we did in school. Unfortunately for my parents, my sister and I had a different idea.

I attended a Catholic High School where I was on the swim team and track team. I was athletic enough that I could have played any sport I wanted to, but I didn’t care about football, baseball, or basketball. Swimming and running track kept me in great shape. Because I lifted weights, my neck, chest and arms were very muscular. I studied hard and was an honor student. As a result, I got a scholarship to a Catholic college. Much to my mother’s disappointment, I didn’t major in religion. After taking all my required courses like English and math, I decided to pursue a Bachelor of Fine Arts with a major in Photography. I had always been interested in photography, and after talking to a career counselor and weighing my choices, I found I just wasn’t interested in any of the other majors.

By the end of my freshman year, I had turned 21 and was living in the dorm. I was on the swim team and one of my teammates approached me one day and asked me if I wanted to make some extra money. I told him I was always interested in making money and asked him what I had to do. He explained that he was working nights as an exotic male dancer. He said it was easy work, and the money was great. Besides his salary, he was making well over $100 a night in tips, tax-free. He also said he got more pussy than he ever thought possible. I was reluctant at first. Maybe it was my Catholic upbringing nagging at me, but after a lot of consideration, I finally told him I would give it a try. He gave me a business card and told me to call to arrange an interview.

A few days later, I went to an upscale office building where I found the office for MTM Enterprises. The receptionist led me into a large, tastefully decorated suite, where I was introduced to a very attractive 30-something blond named Melissa. She explained to me that MTM Enterprises stood for Melissa T. Mannheim, and she was the sole owner. After chatting for a few minutes, she asked me if I was shy around women. I assured her I wasn’t, and she told me to take my clothes off. I stripped to my briefs which didn’t bother me because I felt it was no different than standing around the pool wearing a Speedo. She had me walk across the room and then turn around and walk back. She said, “Very nice. Now take your briefs off.”

I only hesitated for a minute before taking my briefs off and standing in front of her in the nude. I might mention here that I have an 8-inch cock which is quite thick. She again said, “Very nice”, and then asked me to come stand directly in front of her.

She said, “John, this job involves you stripping in front of a room full of women. You are supposed to be a male dancer, but you don’t need to have any great dance moves. You will strip down to a thong and the women will stuff bills into your crotch. The bills might be $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, or $100. It just depends on how horny the women are, and how good of an impression you make. Women will want to feel your crotch and will urge you to take your cock out. That’s when they really get turned on and the amount of your tips will increase. Do you think you would have a problem with women touching your crotch?”

After a slight hesitation, I answered, “No. I don’t think so.”

She reached out and put her hand on my balls, lifted them, and then put her other hand on my dick. I immediately got aroused, and she started slowly sliding her hand up and down my now hardening cock. She said, “I don’t know of any man who won’t get hard when a woman is playing with his cock, so don’t be embarrassed. That is a normal reaction. Now, when the women see your hard cock, some will try to suck it. Do you have a problem with that?”

Again, after only a slight hesitation, I told her I wouldn’t have a problem with that. She then leaned forward and took my cock into her very warm mouth. She started sucking me while slowly stroking my dick. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and then licking the shaft as I moved it in and out. When she said women would want to touch my cock, she demonstrated by lifting my balls up and stroking my cock a couple of times. So, when she said they would want to suck me, I thought she was going to give me a another quick demonstration. I couldn’t believe she was still sucking me. And she was very good at sucking. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t already cum. I was mesmerized by watching my dick slowly going in and out of her very sensual mouth. Then she started bobbing her head up and down and increasing her speed. I was already Alanya Suriyeli Escort amazed that I hadn’t come yet, but in just a couple of minutes, I knew I was ready.

“Uh, Melissa. I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s okay, John. You can cum in my mouth.”

After just a few more strokes, I shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat which she promptly swallowed. I just stood there looking down at this extremely hot MILF who had just given me the best blowjob I had ever had. That was the last thing I expected at a job interview. When she had finished licking her lips, she said, “Well, John, I’m impressed. I consider myself a pretty good cocksucker, and I thought I would get you off quicker than that. Good job. Now, there’s just a few more things to go over. First, I would like you to shave your crotch so there is no hair anywhere around your cock and balls. Next, we have special costumes for you. The pants look like leather, but they are just a shiny material, and the legs and waist have Velcro holding them together. That way, you will come out, shake your booty and pump your crotch toward the ladies, and when they get fired up, you just have to grab them and pull, and your pants will come off in one move. Are you busy tonight?”

When I told her I wasn’t, she said she wanted me to go with her to the club, which she owned, and she would let me watch some of the other dancers so I could get a better idea of what I would be doing. When we got there, I sat with her at the side of the stage. The room was full of women ranging from the 20’s to the 50’s. They were all drinking, talking and laughing. I heard some very naughty comments coming from the mouths of some women that looked like they could be my mother’s church members. In a few minutes, a disk jockey started playing some loud music and then introduced the dancers. As he called out their names, the guys came skipping across the stage, stopping in the middle to do a little bump and grind and then thrusting their pelvis back and forth at the crowd. I noticed that the pants they were wearing covered their legs, but their ass was bare! When all the guys were on stage, they started a little dance routine which consisted of moving their hips to the music and occasionally thrusting their pelvis at the crowd.

The women were going wild and screaming, “Take it off!” There were five guys on the stage. The one’s on each end moved up to the front of the stage and continued to hump the air. Some of the women were stuffing bills in their waists. After each of the guys were at the very front edge of the stage, they grabbed the waistband of their pants and pulled, and their pants came completely off, leaving them in just a thong. The women got even more rowdy and started stuffing money in the thongs. The guys were kneeling, and the women were rubbing their crotch. After the women had been worked up to a frenzy, the guys exposed their penis to the crowd. I heard someone say, “Oh my god! Mom!”

When I looked around, I saw a woman I would guess was about 40 with her mouth around the erect cock on the dancer known as Randy. She was happily sucking him while making loud slurping noises. A young lady I assumed was her daughter had her hand over her mouth while watching her mom give this guy a blowjob. The mom then pulled the cock out of her mouth and encouraged her daughter to take over. She was very hesitant, but she took the cock in her hand and then leaned forward and put it in her mouth. The ladies started screaming encouragement at her.

This same sort of action went on all across the stage. After about 45 minutes, I saw some women climb on the stage and get on their knees. They weren’t wearing panties. Some other ladies were helping the dancers roll a condom on their hard dicks and then they started fucking the ladies doggie style. It was the wildest thing I had ever seen. When the music finally stopped, I saw some of the dancers kissing some of the women and feeling their now bare breasts. Melissa led me behind the stage where the guys were now gathered. She asked, “Well, what do you think? Do you think you can do that?”

“I have never seen anything like that in my life. To tell you the truth, my biggest worry was that I wouldn’t be able to dance well enough to please the audience, but after watching tonight, yeah. I think I can do that.”

“Good. Here’s the deal. I will give you $250 a night to start. I run a legitimate business, so I have to withhold social security and workers comp from your pay. At the end of the year I will give you a W-2 form and you are required to report your income. The extra money you make in tips is yours tax free. I will watch you for a week. If I’m satisfied that you are doing a good job and pleasing the crowd, I will increase your pay to $500 a night. I buy the costumes and thongs in bulk, so you don’t have to pay for them. What do you think?”

“Wow! That sounds great. I will work on my dance moves in my dorm. Alanya Türbanlı Escort I hope I can do a good job.”

“I’m sure you will. Now, come in my office. I want to discuss something with you.”

We went to a room she used as her on-site office and she closed and locked the door. She said, “Watching the show always makes me horny. Get undressed. I want you to fuck me.”

This was beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn’t believe I had a job where I only had to work a couple of hours a night and I would be making more money than any job I had ever had. And now a very beautiful, sexy woman wanted me to fuck her. I noticed she had stripped and revealed a very nice, toned body. She had a shaved pussy and 38 C cup breasts that stood straight out. She sat on a sofa with her legs spread, so I walked over to her, kneeled between her knees, and started licking her snatch. After licking up and down, paying special attention to her clit, she had an orgasm. She told me to move up and fuck her, so I did. I managed to give her two more orgasms before I shot my load in her pussy. After we cleaned up and got dressed, she said, “You have pretty good staying power, but a lot of guys have trouble staying hard after they get a blow job from one or two of these horny women. I provide everyone with an erectile dysfunction pill, so don’t worry if you come in someone’s mouth. You should be ready to go again in no time. And, by the way, I don’t fuck all my employees, but I love your cock. I might ask you to service me after all the shows. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. Not at all. I think you are very beautiful and sexy as hell. I will look forward to it.”

“John, I think you’re going to make a lot of money.”

She was right. After my first week, she increased my pay to $500 a night. It was not unusual to make another $500 in tips. I normally got three or four blowjobs every night, and most nights Melissa would ask me to fuck her. I was happy to accommodate her. After my first month on the job, Melissa told me I could make some extra money by working private parties that she arranged. It was always a small gathering of women at someone’s house, or sometimes in a hotel suite. I was surprised the first time to find I was the only dancer there. Melissa said I had been requested. As usual, she paid me $500 and I would easily make another $500 in tips. It was not unusual to get blowjobs from five to ten women during the night. It beat the hell out of dating.

I was going to school during the day and I was making a little cash on the side doing photography. I approached Melissa one day and asked her if I could photograph the dancers. I suggested she could use the photos for advertising. She agreed and I took several shots of her dancers. They stripped down to their thongs, oiled up their bodies so they were glistening, and I took photos of their upper body, accentuating their chests and biceps, then the lower bodies so their thigh muscles and the bulge in their thongs was showing, and then a closeup of their erections. I showed one of the guys how to use the camera, and he took some photos of me. She told me later her clients loved seeing the photos so they knew what they were getting when they had a party. She was so impressed, she paid me $800. I also submitted them to my professor for a school project, but I eliminated the photos of the erections and the ones of me.

After six months, I had a fat bank account, I had moved out of the dorm and into a nice condo, and I traded my 1992 Ford truck for a new Camaro convertible. I had just finished my Sophomore year and was lying by the pool working on my tan when I got a call from my little sister. I was just shy of my 22nd birthday and she had just turned 19. She told me she was starting college and wanted to know if I could show her around. I told her I would be happy to, and we arranged to meet the following Friday.

My sister, whose name was Sarah, called me at around noon and said she had stopped for gas and wanted to know how to get to my dorm. I gave her my address and told her to put it in her GPS. She said it showed she would arrive in about 45 minutes. She was really surprised when she saw I had my own condo and was not living on Campus. I told her I had a photography business on the side and was making pretty good money. I didn’t want to tell her I was a male stripper.

Since I had a two-bedroom condo, I told her to throw her bag in the spare bedroom and make herself comfortable. We then went out for a late lunch. It was nice to talk and catch up. I couldn’t help but notice that she had really filled out in the past two years. She had always been pretty, but she was now a real beauty. Her breasts had grown to at least a 36 C cup. She had long, shapely legs, and a very nice ass. She caught me checking her out a couple of times, but she just smiled. When we got back to the condo, I told her there was food in the fridge, along with soft Alanya Ucuz Escort drinks, beer, and wine. I showed her how to use the TV, and pointed out the pool, and then apologized because I had to go out and would be late getting home. I told her I had a date for Friday and Saturday night. She said she understood and thanked me for letting her stay with me. She then kissed me on the cheek and told me to have fun.

After the show and a 40-minute fuck fest with Melissa, I got home around midnight.

Sarah had already gone to bed, so I went to my room and crashed. I woke up Saturday morning, slipped on a pair of running shorts and went to the kitchen where I was surprised to find my sister standing at the counter pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She was wearing an old T-shirt that came down to her upper thighs and a pair of white lace panties. I stopped and stared at her legs and ass for a minute before walking up behind her and saying, “Good morning, sis. Thanks for making coffee. Did you sleep good?”

“Yeah, I really did. I’m not used to sleeping in a strange bed, but I fell asleep right away. I’ve only been up for about fifteen minutes.” She poured me a cup of coffee and when she turned around to hand it to me, she said, “Fuck, bro! When did you get so buff?”

“Hey! Do Mom and Dad know you talk like that?”

“Mom and Dad have no idea how I talk or anything else about me for that matter. I’m lucky to get thirty minutes of conversation a week from them. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.”

“When did that happen? Let’s sit down and tell me what’s going on.”

She told me that Mom and Dad just assume she’s going to hell because she told them she had absolutely no desire to go to a convent and she refused to attend mass every day. Then when they talked about college, she told them she wasn’t interested in being a doctor or lawyer or even a social worker. She said she planned on attending the same college as me and she would figure out what she wanted to study once she got there. Then they had a big fight when she started dating and staying out late, not to mention their dismay at the way she dressed. She said they have pretty much disowned her; they just allow her to live in their house.

I looked at her and said, “Well, I can see how they might have a problem with the way you dress, but I don’t.”

When I said that, I was looking at her nipples poking out the front of her T-shirt. When I lifted my eyes, she was looking at me with a sly grin. She asked, “You like what you see?”

“To quote my little sister, “Fuck yeah!”

We both laughed and then she asked, “So, you don’t mind if I walk around the house like this?”

“Not at all, sis. I told you to make yourself at home. We probably shouldn’t be having this conversation, but I’m curious. Are you still a virgin?”

“No. I went to a party last year. It was the first time I had drank beer. I got a little wasted, and I let Jimmy Myers fuck me. I heard that it was supposed to hurt the first time, but luckily, I was too drunk to feel anything. Unfortunately, I was too drunk to enjoy it, either.”

“I know it’s against our Catholic beliefs, but are you on birth control?”

“You promise you won’t say anything to Mom and Dad?”

“Yes, I promise. Anything said in this house is just between you and me. You can trust me, and I hope I can trust you, too.”

“Okay. You remember my friend, Sherry?”

“Sherry West? Doctor West’s daughter?”

“Yeah. We have always been good friends. Her dad is a gynecologist. He put her on birth control, and she talked him into writing me a prescription, too. He said he had to give me an exam first, and I think he spent a little too much time looking at my pussy and squeezing my tits, but at least he put me on the pill. Not that I really need it. I haven’t had sex since my first time. But, why did you want to know?”

“Well, if my little sister is going to be living with me, I don’t want to worry about her getting pregnant.”

She laughed and said that wouldn’t be a problem. Then she realized what I had said and asked, “What? What do you mean living with you?”

“Well, if you’re going to be going to school here, I don’t want you living in the dorm. Since I have two bedrooms, you are welcome to stay here. I mean, if you want to.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” She let out a squeal, jumped up and came around to my side of the table, and leaned down to wrap her arms around me. When she did, I had a perfect view down the front of her T-shirt. With all the pussy I was getting, I shouldn’t be horny, but I couldn’t help but get a hard-on while looking at her very nice, firm tits. I was trying to keep from dumping my coffee on the table, so I had one hand on my cup and one hand around her waist. I felt her loosen her grip around my neck, and when I looked up, she was staring at me with a big smile on her face. She said, “You really do like my tits, don’t you?”

I answered, “Well, they are really nice tits. Can you blame me?” When she stood up, I was looking at her crotch, and I noticed a wet spot on the front of her panties. I could also detect the aroma coming from her arousal. I was thinking, “Shit! I’m in trouble. This is my sister. Surely, I’m not thinking about fucking her, am I?”

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I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and frying bacon. I struggled out of the bed. The slight headache attested to the fact that I had drunk too much last night. I lay in bed nude, thinking about what had happened. I had licked my sister to orgasm. She had cum so hard she totally drenched my face and clothes.

Incest! The word brought up the ultimate sexual taboo. Society would damn us both if it became known. Well, I thought, we hadn’t actually fucked. She had sucked my dick and I had licked her. Ruefully I thought maybe society would just be a little pissed with us!

I rolled out of the bed and padded to the shower. I shaved while taking a shower. The hot shower did a lot to clear my hangover. I stepped out and began toweling off. Again my sister breezed into the room while I was naked.

“Pervert! “This is getting to be a habit!”

She sauntered over and tried to grab my dick. I skittered back, covering myself with the towel.

“I know you aren’t getting bashful now! Not after what we did last night!”

“You sinner! You will burn in hell for letting your brother get you off!” I laughed.

“Hell, if I came there like I did here last night, I would douse the fires of hell!

We both laughed uproariously.

I dropped the towel. Helen watched. I grabbed some shorts and a shirt. She watched quietly as I got dressed.

“Remember your promise.” She said.

I must have looked a little confused.

“You said I could do you!”

“Look! Too much alcohol caused us to step over a societal line. We can’t have any repeats of that!” I sputtered.

“So you are breaking your promise?” she said with a wicked smile.

“Breakfast! Breakfast and we need to talk!”

I walked behind her as we went to the porch for breakfast. I watched her large hips roll as she sauntered seductively. Under her apron she wore white hot pants and a matching white halter top. She was barefoot. I had noticed that her toes and fingernails were painted the same pearlescent pink. Her shoulder length hair was done up in a ponytail. She was a very sexy woman. She knew it and was putting on a show for her older brother. Over breakfast she explained that she had bought the land where we were raised. It was about a mile through the adjacent woods. She suggested Alanya Sarışın Escort we pack a lunch and have a picnic there. I agreed readily. We had led a hard scrabble life on that farm. But time had dulled the edges. The memory of the bad times faded and the memories of the good times surfaced.

I broached the subject of our sexual escapade last night. She waved me off.

“Look!” She said curtly. “I see you are having second thoughts. Let’s just forget about it.”

“I am not having second thoughts.”

“Oh so you enjoyed it!” she interrupted, smiling.

“Look, you hussy! You know what I am saying!”

“Ok, ok!” she said, holding her hands up with the palms facing me.

She cleared the table while I went to the living room. Al had 60″ plasma in his media room. The room was wired for surround sound. I caught up on some sport scores while my sister cleaned the house and prepared our picnic lunch.

About 11:00 she announced it was time for us to walk over to the farm. The family reunion was in two days and she had a lot to do. We chattered about the reunion as we walked through the woods. We shared stories about various relatives. Suddenly we stepped out of the woods into a small meadow. A shallow creek chattered as it bisected the meadow. Both sides of the creek were shaded by large trees. The chirping of crickets filled the air. It was our old swimming hole!

“Wow this place definitely brings back fond memories!” I said.

Helen grinned wickedly.

“Yes it does!”

We spread a blanket on the ground. We chatted aimlessly as we ate our picnic lunch. A breeze sighed softly through the trees. The heat had let up a little making for an idyllic setting. We killed a six pack as we ate. After lunch we lay on the blanket. Helen’s head was in my lap. Suddenly she bolted to her feet.

“Let’s go for a swim!” She said excitedly.

“Swim?” I exclaimed.

“We don’t have any suits!”

Her answer was to strip off her short and halter top. Before I could protest she sprinted into the water, butt ass naked!

“Come on in, chicken shit! The water is fine!”

“But….but!” I stuttered.

“Are you scared?” she taunted.

Reluctantly I stripped to the buff. Tentatively, I stepped into the Alanya Şişman Escort water. It was tepid, not cold like I expected. The bottom was covered in small rocks, not broken glass like the city slicker in me feared. I walked slowly toward my sister. The water level stopped just below her breasts. They floated invitingly just at the waterline. I felt my dick hardening. Suddenly she disappeared under the water.

I felt a tug on my dick. Her body moved past my legs. I reached into the water to grab her. My legs were pulled from under me. The water closed over my head. Sputtering, I tried to stand up. Again I felt the tug on my dick. I grabbed a leg and pulled. Her large ass popped to the surface. Still holding her leg, I slapped her hard on her ass.

I let go of her leg and she bobbed to the top, sputtering and coughing from swallowed water. I took the opportunity to tweak a large nipple. She howled in protest. Realizing that discretion was the better part of valor, I first waded then sprinted out of the creek.

She followed me but I got out of the water and to the blanket before she could retaliate. She tackled me from behind. She sat straddle my back and pretended to pound the back of my head. I was bigger and stronger. I rolled her to her back. I pinned her arms above her head. I then twined my legs around hers and pinned her legs with mine. She was helpless. Inadvertently, this put the head of my semi hard dick right at the entrance to her pussy. She struggled briefly. Then she looked me in the eye.

“Well?” she said.

I inched forward and let the head of my hardening dick brush against her labia. She thrust upward and the head pierced her labia, barely separating them. I released her. Disappointment spread across her face. I slid down, kissing and gently sucking each nipple in turn. I trailed my tongue down her belly.

“Fuck me, big brother, fuck me!” She pleaded.

I pinned her arms to her side. I trailed my tongue over her navel, probing deep into it.

“Oh my fucking god! Please let me feel you in me!” She moaned, as she thrashed under my hands restraining her arms.

I grabbed her wrists in both my hands. I held them tightly while my tongue found its way to her dripping wet pussy. I released her legs as my Alanya Sınırsız Escort tongue lingered at the entrance to her pussy, probing that mysterious love tunnel. She tried to thrust up, to force my tongue into her hairy pussy. “Uuuugghhh you bastard! Stop teasing me! Please big brother!”

Quickly I moved up to straddle her chest. I forced my dick between her tits. As I stroked through her tits, the tip of my dick touching her mouth. The friction of her large tits on my steel hard dick was incredible! She gagged when I stroked deep. But when I would stop, she’d urge me on.

I turned to the 69 position, each of us on our sides. Hungrily she inhaled my dick. I buried my face into her wet hairy pussy. It was matted with her juices, sticky, sweet, musty and intoxicating! I slipped in a finger in her ass. At first she bucked under me. She reached down to make me stop. I slapped it away and sucked lightly on her clit. Her juices were flowing freely. Her pussy kept up an almost constant flow as she bucked and squealed under me.

I felt her finger invade my ass. I clenched trying to stop her. She forced it in, finding my prostrate. Under the hot mid-day sun, with crickets chirping and the trees rustling with the early afternoon breeze, she massaged my prostrate while I sucked greedily on her engorged clit. My finger worked deep and hard into her ass. I felt the itch deep in my ass! I was cumming. I felt her pussy pulse as she started to cum. I opened my mouth and placed it directly over her urethra. I wanted to drink all of her.

We came together. I deep in her throat gagging her. She squirted into my mouth, a steady stream that I could not hold and swallow quickly enough. I held what I could while I bucked and forced my dick down her throat. Her ass lifted off the blanket as what was left of her cum covered my face.

Quickly I turned around. She looked confused. My cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk, my mouth full of her cum. Her eyes widened as she realize what I was going to do. She rose up to meet me. I kissed her and we shared her cum. wantonly, she accepted it. Then she force her tongue into my, as though being sure she got it all.

We collapsed on the blanket. We were both breathing heavily. She set up on one elbow, her large chest heaving.

“That was fucking amazing!” she said.

“Yes it was!” I breathed raggedly as I rose up and kissed her lightly.

“But we have to go! Al will be home soon and I need to prepare for the family reunion!”

We rinsed off in the warm water of the creek. We walked back to the house hand in hand. Not much was said.

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My wife and I have been married for just over a year. When we met, she was a young 19-year-old latina working at one of those trendy female clothing store in the mall; and I, a 29-year-old bartender looking for… someone like her. Maria has beautiful olive skin, long black hair, and big brown eyes. Her body was slim and athletic with perfect full breasts. It has been almost 4 years since the first day we met and she has only gotten more attractive. Maria, who once dressed a bit conservative, is now often going without a bra, showing lots of skin with tube tops and mini skirts, and shoes with no straps and a tall heel. What more could I want?

Maria has two sisters. One, sixteen and still in high school; the other 19, a first year college student. Both have lighter hair than Maria, but are just as beautiful in different ways. Annie, the youngest, is the tallest with very long thin legs. Sylvia, is built similar to Maria, but with slightly bigger breasts. The two younger sisters also were conservative in their clothes and in their relationships with the opposite sex. Maria had admitted to losing her virginity at 14, and was amazed at her sisters’ resistance to sex. Maria was no slut in high school and in fact had only been with two guys before me. I had opened her eyes to different positions, places (outside, in a store fitting room, etc), and the use of toys. She became much more open to sexual pleasure and loved to be just a bit on the naughty side.

This summer we moved into a new apartment big enough to have guests. Maria’s sisters often stayed the night, sometimes both, sometimes only one of the two. The “sister slumber party” would be a night of swimming, hot tub, lots of junk food, movies, and giggles. I usually let them take over the house, while I do my own thing in the second bedroom that we made into an office/playroom. About a month ago, I decided to join them for a swim. Maria and Annie chose the hot tub over the much cooler pool. I am not much of a swimmer, but Sylvia began to swim laps. She had great form, but tired quickly. I was floating next to the edge of the pool, opposite the hot tub when Sylvia swam over. She stopped and hung on to the edge with one arm. With her resting on the pool rim, it forced her breasts to rise above the water. The chill of the night air gave her an instant “nip-freeze”. That was the first time I noticed her as a woman and not as a sister. Her tanned skin dripping with water combined with her hard nipple inches away, gave me an instant erection. My baggy suit was quickly sticking straight out in front of me. She could not see it beneath the water, but she was so close when she paddled her feet and arms she came into contact with my body. I wasn’t sure if she knew exactly what she touched and acted as if nothing were wrong. Of course, about that time, Maria and Annie decided to jump in and attack us. Alanya Ukraynalı Escort My wife was startled by my package. She grabbed it, looked at me and smiled. Embarrassed, I dunked her and swam off. I got out and grabbed my towel before they could see what I was hiding. I told them I would meet them in the apartment and left before they saw me, still rock hard.

Later on that evening, Maria finally came to bed about 12:30 after watching movies for several hours. I was awakened by her lips on my neck and her hand softly caressing my cock.

“I want you to fuck me with that hard cock I felt in the pool,” she whispered. “I want it now!”

She pulled me over atop her body and my erect member fell between her parted legs. I felt her wet pussy rubbing against me, until she reached down and stuffed me in. Within minutes, she was holding a pillow to her face to mask the sounds of her climax. The thought of her sisters laying in the next room and the heat of my wife sent me over the edge just as quick. Before we regained our senses, sleep took us both under.

Maria never mentioned my pool hard-on after that. I was worried she may get mad or jealous, but nothing. The next weekend, Sylvia wanted to stay, but Maria had to do some extra work and I had plans for a mountain bike ride with friends. Maria suggested that she stay with us during the week instead. We both worked, but she could hang out by the pool, ride bikes or whatever. So Maria picked up Sylvia on Tuesday after work. We had a lazy dinner of pizza and soda. The girls sat around chatting, so I took my basketball and went out to shot some baskets.

After about 20 minutes, it got too dark to see the rim. I walked back to the house and as I got closer, I could hear them talking through the window. I looked up to the second story and saw the window open but blinds drawn. I could hear every word as clear as if I was standing in the room. Girl talk, I thought to myself. Boring. Just as I turned to walk away, I heard the magic word – “sex.”

“You don’t just do it. There is a lot more involved. Young guys are a bit clumsy and nervous. It is a great idea to wait,” I heard my wife say. “I mean, if I could do it all over again, I would have waited for my husband. Then again, perhaps I would not realize how good he is if I would not have the others.”

Her sister responded, “Yea I guess, but I am so ready. You know what mom said about touching yourself. So I don’t. But sometimes I will find my panties so wet after…”

“What? After what?”

“Well… after I see the two of you together.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, you guys kiss and hug. I see you sneak a grab at his “thing” when you think no one is looking. I see him touch you, too. One time, I saw his erection push out his pants and down one side of his leg.”

“And Alanya Üniversiteli Escort that makes you wet?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“No, it is no big deal. Kinda funny I guess. Let me ask you a question. Were you wet last weekend? Did you see anything that made you wet?”

“Actually. Now don’t get mad, but, I accidentally touched it.”

“What?”

“In the pool. I was swimming and my hand bumped it. I was so wet that night, I almost broke mom’s rule.”

“First, mom’s rule is silly. Trust me. Second, I am not mad at all. And lastly, would you like to touch it again?”

At that point, I could not believe my ears. My wife and her sister talking about my “thing”, as she called it. Not just talking about it, but talking about touching it! Whoa! When I walked in the house they quietly came out of the bedroom and sat down to watch TV. I told them I needed a shower, and with the basketball hiding my arousal, I ducked in the bathroom. I took a hot shower and then rinsed off in cold water to shrink myself back down. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I exited the bathroom and turned toward the bedroom. I had just slipped into a pair of boxer briefs, when my wife startled me from behind. “I need your help, honey,” she said. With that she grabbed my arm and led me into the living room.

Sylvia was sitting on the coach watching MTV, as we walked in. She looked up, a bit surprised. I had forgotten I was dressed only in my underwear, until I felt my wife’s hand on my ass. “Now, what should I go pick up for dinner? Do we want pizza? Chicken bowls and egg rolls? Tacos?” As my wife asked the questions, she caressed my ass, sliding a finger under the seam and sending chills through my body. Sylvia could not see Maria’s hands, but she could see my reaction. Slowly, my cock began to inflate right before her eyes with only a thin piece of cotton covering it.

“Well, you know I love tacos, but it is up to you girls. Sylvia, what do you want?” I asked.

My question seemed to break her trance of peeking at my penis. “Oh I don’t care. I could go for tacos.”

“Tacos it is. I will be right back.” My wife gave a slap to my ass, and quickly turned, grabbed her purse and car keys and was gone. I stood there a bit shocked and confused. I went to the fridge to get a beer. Did my wife just offer me to her little sister? I looked down and my erection had not even started to deflate. My rod stuck straight out making a huge tent. I thought about what I had heard outside from my wife, ‘…would you like to touch it again?” I wanted to play along, but did not want to scare this young girl. I decided I would walk back into the living room and ask her if she wanted… “Would you like a beer or soda?” I found myself asking her.

“No thanks. I will wait for the tacos.” I watched her look over at Alanya Vip Escort me. Her eyes never made it past the word Calvin on my shorts. She squirmed on the couch a bit as I turned and stood there watching yet another video from Mariah. When I turned I knew she would have a side view of a seriously long, hard cock. “So… Maria said that your “thing” is perfect.”

Bingo. My questions were answered, she wanted it. I put my down on the table and slowly walked over to her on the couch. She dropped the remote control and sat up straight; her eyes focused on my bulge. “What do you think?” As I asked I slipped my waistband down my legs revealing my flesh member.

Besides a soft giggle, she said nothing. I moved closer to her. She dropped to her knees and reached out with both hands. One hand gently cupped my balls, while the other circled around my shaft. She looked under, to the side, on the top, examining the whole package. I was in complete heaven. This young sexy girl dressed in a tank top and shorts, kneeling in front me and holding my stiff prick. Without any words exchanged, she began to slowly pump my organ. At once, pre-cum oozed out from the tip and dripped on her hand. I knew I was going to cum if she continued and did not want to stop her. I wanted to rip all her clothes off right there, but I knew this was all a new experience and had to go slow. So I stood there while she continued to grapple my penis.

“I want you to cum. Will you cum?” She broke the silence.

“Yes. Yes I will. But you should take off your shirt, cause it may get all over.” She gave me a quick look of surprise, then quickly removed her shirt and bra and continued her task. Her breasts were beautiful. Large, firm and naturally tan in color. Her nipple stood out nearly an inch showing her excitement. I reached down to feel her soft breast and gently roll her nipple between my fingers. For the first time I saw her close her eyes and a low moan escaped her lips.

She reopened her eyes and her pace quickened. Her strokes now were firm and fast. She was not scared anymore. I continued to play with her tits as she went one step further. She leaned over and licked the pre-cum from my tip. It must have tasted good, cause next she shoved half of my nine inches into her hot mouth, while still stroking the other half. This girl was a natural cocksucker! Her cheeks sucked in and held my rod tight as she pulled it in and out. I could last no longer. “Are you ready? I am going to cum!”

She removed it from her mouth to see the event. Her fist still jerking me, she aimed my cock towards her chest. “Cum on me! Cum on me now!” With that I exploded. Cum covered her tits, hand, neck, and even face. She continued to milk every drop with one hand. With her other hand, she played with the white substance that coated her body. Taking my dripping member into her mouth, she sucked it clean and tasted her first drop of cum. She removed it from her mouth, looked up and smiled. “Thank you. I better get cleaned up before Maria gets back.” She jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom.

My legs were a bit weak. My head spinning. Did that just happen? Do I tell my wife? What next?

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Okay here is my life history in a nutshell. My wife and I have been divorced for ten years. I moved to Atlanta shortly there after. I haven’t seen my son, Ray in four years. He is 19 now.

Now why my wife ran me off. She caught me with our neighbor’s son. He was twenty years old and hung like a stallion. I always hid my alternate sex life from my wife. I am bisexual and can’t seem to get enough cock to satisfy my urges, She left to go to work and Ray went to spend the night at a friend’s house. So I called Ken over to help me with some work around the yard. One thing led to another and the next thing I know, I am receiving an incredible blowjob from this gorgeous hunk while I am sucking his nuts in a perfect 69. Well to make a long story short in walked my wife. Damn her.

My life changed forever that day. My wife filed for a divorce and threatens me that if I didn’t agree with everything she would tell everyone how I enjoyed sucking cock. So here I was out on my ass with nothing. She took custody of our son and refused to let a cocksucker like me near him.

I put in a transfer to Atlanta. Now I am an Ohioan in the peach state. I was surprised the day when my son said he was transferring from Ohio State to Georgia Tech and he wanted to know if he could come live with me. That was two months ago. My apartment had two bedrooms so he could have his own space.

Ray moved in while I was out of town. When I returned several days later he was unpacked and set up in his room. He has been here for six weeks. I had never been in my son’s room since he moved in. But he borrowed my calculator and I needed it. He was gone to class so I went in to find it. I Alanya Zenci Escort felt almost like a burglar. I was surprised how well my son kept his room. Everything was so tidy. He must of learned that from that bitch mother of his.

I went to his desk. My calculator was lying there. I retrieved it and started to leave when something on his computer caught my eye. He had left window’s explorer open and one of his files was labeled “HUNKS” in bold letters.

I sat down and proceeded to open the file. There were thousands of pictures of guys, no “ HUNKS” in various states of dress. There was a sub-folder titled “Gay.” I opened it and there were thousands of pictures of guys sucking and fucking each other.

By now my cock was hard as a rock. I pulled my pants down and started stroking my cock. I pumped my cock slowly up and down feeling my cum reaching the magical moment and then I’d rub my balls to calm myself back down. I thumbed through all his pictures before I opened the next folder titled “ME”. I didn’t know what to expect but I had a feeling it was going to be good. I clicked. There was my son hundreds of pictures of my son fucking and sucking cock. He was one on one with guys and in some there was as many as ten guys fucking, sucking, getting sucked or jacking off on my son. My cock began to leak precum. I licked my fingers swirling my cum in my mouth. And then I opened the last folder titled “Raylene.”

There was my son dressed as a girl. He was a beautiful girl. She was dressed in all kinds of attire. From Cindy Brady with the pigtails and mini skirt to a well dressed business lady. But my favorites were the Alanya Manken Escort ones where she was dressed in a cheerleading outfit. As I scrolled down men started appearing in the pictures. They were fucking my little girl. I got the feeling her favorite position was her on top riding a studs cock. I was to find out that most of the pictures were taken in my former house.

Then there he was the man that changed my life. There was Ken sporting his huge cock for my little girl to suck. Damn, I missed that cock. There was about a hundred pictures of him and Raylene.

The last item in the folder was a movie. I clicked on it. The movie started with my little girl standing in the middle of her bedroom in a black and gold cheerleader outfit. She done leg kicks and spun around and stuck her ass in the camera. The camera zoomed in on her perfect round ass.

My cock was leaking cum and I had quit stroking it 30 minutes ago.

Raylene walked over to the bed and pulled her panties down. She got on her hands and knees. My god she is beautiful. The camera panned around so you could see her boypussy. Her fingers reached under and started rubbing her boypussy. I was slowly stroking my cock when the camera backed away from her and focused on Ken walking in with nothing on but a towel. He walked up to my little girl and fell to his knees. With both hands on her ass cheeks he spread them and buried his face in her rose bud. I could hear Raylene moaning as he licked and probed her with his experienced tongue. The camera would zoom in on Ken’s face. And pan around to see Raylene biting her bottom lip. She was really enjoying his tongue-lashing.

The Alanya Anal Escort camera zoomed back out and Ken stood up and positioned his cock at her opening. He slid in with ease. He fucked her slowly sliding all of his manhood out of her and banging her back home. My little sweetheart was nearly screaming in pleasure as he teased her with his cock. My eyes were glued to that big beautiful cock of his. He started fucking her harder and harder. God, I missed that stud fucking me. He screamed he was about to cum. My little girl pulled off his cock and turned around and started sucking his cock. Shoving his cock deep down her throat. Raylene sucked on his cock like a wild woman. Ken tensed up and emptied his load in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and finished his load on her pretty face. The camera zoomed in as he slapped his cock back and forth on her cheeks.

The camera zoomed back out; Ken lay on the bed and Raylene licked his cock clean. Then another person walked up behind Raylene’s ass. This must have been the cameraperson. All you could see was from their waist down and it was a woman sporting a strap on dildo. She stroked her cock up and down Raylene’s boy pussy several times before burying it deep inside her. She fucked him like there was no tomorrow. Ken was still lying there stroking his cock watching this stranger fuck my son’s ass.

“Fuck him hard. He is as good as his daddy.” Ken said. “Shove that cock deep in her ass.”

That’s when I lost it I shot my load all over Ray’s computer monitor, keyboard and desk. I leaned forward and licked my entire load up. Savoring every bit of my juice. That is when reality hit me. I had been sitting here stroking my cock to pictures of my son being fucked and him sucking of hundreds of guys and most of all, my former lover. I closed out all the files and deleted his history files, grabbed my calculator and left the room. I knew we were going to have to have a father to son talk.

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I was in the shower when Adam called. My answering machine picked up the call. “I’m in the shower getting clean-leave a message or call back. Thanks!” beep. “Hey honey,” said Adam on the machine “I’m coming over with a little surprise. See you in a little while” click. By that time I was washing my knee length hair. My hair has always been a pain in the butt to wash since it is so long but my hair is my crowning glory.

“Hey honey” Adam’s voice purred in my ear. I jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. “Shh, don’t be scared it’s just me.” Said Adam as he ran his hand down my wet hair.

“Adam!” I squeaked out. “When did you get here? I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” I said, throwing my arms around his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his chest.

“I know honey. I called but your machine said that you were in the shower. You need to stop leaving erotic messages on your machine.” He wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed me under the showerhead. Suddenly he disentangled my legs from his waist and pushed me to my knees.

“Wash me wench. I require cleansing.” He said as I reached for his throbbing hard cock. I love the way his cock feels in my mouth. I could hear his low moans of pleasure as I washed and licked and tongued the veins of his throbbing manhood. When he had had enough, he pulled me up and kissed me on the cheek. “That was great baby. You get better every time.” He said, his voice hoarse with desire.

He turned me around to face the wall of the shower. I knew what was next Alanya Masaj Salonu and it turned me on. When he called me wench, it was only a matter of time before he would take me the way I liked it; rough, hard, and up against a wall.

“You like this bitch?” he asked as he shoved his cock up into my hot shaven pussy. I moaned loudly and pushed back against him in reply.

“You going to be a good little whore?” he asked as he thrusted again deeply into my pussy. I nodded my head and moaned low in my throat. I started to rub my clit as he thrust hard up into me. I felt like I was going to explode. It felt so damn good I didn’t want it to end. I was about to orgasm when Adam pulled out of my pussy. I whimpered in dismay until he smacked me ass.

“Hush wench,” he growled into my ear “if you want more you are going to have to earn it. You earn your cock wench and be grateful for what you get.” I was on my knees again. He handed me the bottle of body wash.

“Wash me thoroughly and I had better like it.” I knew what that meant. I was to wash him using only my hands. I poured a little body wash into the palm of my left hand and proceeded to give him the best hand job ever.

After I had rinsed him off, he decided that I had spent enough time in the shower. I got the same impression when the water started to run cold. We got out and dried each other off with big fluffy towels that I had just taken out of the drier before I got in the shower. After I was dry, Adam sat me down Alanya Masöz Escort on a chair and brushed out my long hair. When he was done, he braided it into one long braid down my back. I was surprised when he put a blind-fold over my eyes when he was done with my hair.

He pulled me from the chair and led me from the bathroom. He laid me face down on a bed. I thought it was mine but I wasn’t sure. My wrists and ankles were bound spread eagle and attached to bedposts so I figured the bed was mine after all.

Adam started out rubbing my back and ass. His hands massaging my back felt good. Really good. I was almost to the point of slumber when Adam lubed his cock in my pussy and then drove it into my ass; this is what I had been waiting for. I loved getting butt-fucked. It felt so damn good.

As Adam was fucking my ass, he slid a ribbed dildo into my pussy. Double penetration had always been a secret fantasy of mine. I loved how filled I felt. I moaned and stuck my ass up as much as I could while being bound. Adam chuckled softly and lightly smacked my ass again, bringing a gasp of surprise from my lips.

He roughly thrust into my ass and synchronized the thrusting of the dildo to match him. I could feel the dildo hit my G-spot as he thrust it in. He pulled out as he shoved the dildo in. I could feel the tip of it hit the back of my vagina as it thrust in and then feel it slowly rub me inside as it withdrew. I moaned low in my throat and shuddered in delight. The dildo Alanya Öğrenci Escort withdrew as Adam thrust into my ass. I could feel both the dildo and his cock in the thin skin dividing my ass from my pussy. Oh the sensations that caused. I shuddered again as the dildo hit my G-spot. Any more of this sweet torture and I would die. I needed to cum. I needed it badly. Adam shoved the dildo once more into my pussy and then turned on the vibrator. I could feel it vibrate as Adam fucked my ass long and rough. I was almost to the point of orgasm. So close, I moaned and shuddered as it came closer.

“OHHH!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me hard. I kept cumming and cumming. At last I shuddered one last time and lay panting tied and blindfolded.

“You need to learn not to talk in your sleep baby,” he said in my ear. “You tend to reveal your fantasies while you are dreaming and talk about them in your sleep.”

I could hear the smirk in his voice. I was glad that on this occasion that he listened to what I obviously spoke of while dreaming.

He thrust one last time in my ass and blew his load up my ass. I could feel the hot cum fill my hole and I moaned in pleasure. Adam rolled off me and unbound me. He rolled me over, took off the blind-fold, and kissed me gently on the cheek.

“I hope I made you happy honey” he said sweetly “I tried to remember as much of what you said in your sleep as I could.” I could see the nervousness in his eyes. Adam was the sweetest guy I could have ever met.

“I enjoyed it Adam dear. You made me extremely happy. Thank you.” I sat up and ran my knuckle down his unshaven cheek. “You are sweet to try and remember my fantasies just to please me.” I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug.

He cleaned up shortly after that and then we made sweet love on the bed all night long.

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The first time I met Elle I had dropped in to see my cousins, Kelly and Patricia. I’d like to emphasise that they were just my cousins, daughters of my aunt, and I’d known them, like, forever. There was no romantic attachments, they were like a couple of extra sisters. I’d dropped in with goodies for them from my mother and a general greeting from everyone else.

We were having a snack and a drink while they unwrapped their goodies when this delightful young woman wandered into the room. It turns out that this was their housemate, Elle. She was in her early twenties, blond, about five foot six, and a magnificent figure. I was able to make an accurate assessment of her figure because, by some oversight, she had forgotten to get dressed.

Elle didn’t appear to notice me at first, but when she did she didn’t get excited about the state of her attire, or lack of it I suppose I should say, but if anything she stood slightly more erect, thrusting that wonderful bosom out a little more.

“Elle,” Kelly said, “this is our cousin, David. He’s not a boyfriend, and you’re not supposed to walk in naked when there’s a man here.”

“Sorry, Kel,” came this soft little voice, “I didn’t know he was here. But if he’s not a boyfriend it doesn’t matter, does it.”

Then Elle waved vaguely in my direction and swayed out of the room again, showing that the rear view was just as good as the front, and the way she walked should be bottled and sold.

Pat told me that Elle was a very nice young woman, but she was a little bit of an exhibitionist, and had this tendency to walk naked past any new man the cousins brought home.

“And when that happens,” grumbled Kelly, “we find we have to fend our new boyfriends off all night long, because they assume that if Elle walks around like that, then we will too.”

“Can’t you get her to stop?” I asked with a laugh.

“She doesn’t seem able to,” groused Pat. “She’s agreed not to, but she can’t seem to help it. Notice the way she just wandered through to see who you were.”

“You’ll have to be firmer,” I suggested and then switched the subject back to family matters.

The next time I dropped by was a couple of weeks later. This time Elle answered the door, au natural, much to my amusement. She really had a fine figure. Elle showed me into the front room then went to get my cousins, who came in fuming.

“You see what she does,” growled Pat. “She says that you don’t count as you’re not a boyfriend, just a cousin.”

I couldn’t help laughing. It might be annoying for my cousins, but for me it was quite delightful.

“Why don’t you threaten her with some sort of penalty, or warn her of the potential dangers of flashing strangers.”

“We have, but it’s water off a duck’s back. She won’t walk around nude unless one of us is home, so she’s got built-in protection. And she’s a superb housemate apart from this one quirk,” lamented Kelly.

We changed the subject and switched to family matters again. When I went to leave Elle was also departing, so I took the chance to have a word with her while we walked down the path. I politely pointed out that she was upsetting my cousins with her nude antics, and I’d appreciate it if she’d refrain from pulling them.

Elle giggled, and asked, “And if I don’t?”

I smiled and said “Consequences.”

She tossed her head and walked away, and I could hear a trill of laughter float back to me.

My next meeting with Elle and my cousins took place the next weekend. I dropped in with my usual gifts from the parents and Kelly answered the door. Letting me in we went through to Alanya Anal Escort the front room and Elle and Pat were both there, both fully dressed.

I duly greeted Elle and she responded, then she flitted out of the room while I settled down with Pat and Kelly for a chat.

Then Elle wandered back in the room, nude, and asked Kelly if she knew where Elle’s new pink bra was. Kelly looked pointedly at me and then back at Elle, who simply waved her hand and said I don’t count. I wasn’t a boyfriend.

I can recognise a challenge when I’m hit over the head with it. I stood, rolled my shoulders to limber myself up slightly and then moved between Elle and the door. I then asked Pat and Kelly if they’d excuse us for a moment as I needed to have a quick word with Elle.

Pat and Kelly looked at me and then over at Elle, who just nodded to them, so they quietly left us alone.

Elle was standing posed so that I could fully appreciate everything she had, and oh, boy, did she have a lot.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, her musical little voice sounding like little bells tinkling.

“Consequences,” I said. “You thought I was bluffing but, I’m sorry, you lose. I wasn’t.”

“Really?” Elle purred at me. “So what now? Are you going to kiss me?”

“I don’t think so,” I said thoughtfully. “It seems to me that you’ve had plenty of warnings and they don’t seem to affect you at all, so I thought I’d go for something more meaningful.

Being a gentlemen, I’ll give you a choice. You can bend over that nice armchair so that I can slowly ravish your pretty pussy, or you can bend over my knee so that I can soundly spank your pretty bottom.”

I smiled. “Your call. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I’m quite willing to spank and then ravish.”

Elle was patently shocked at the way the stakes had suddenly risen. Was I bluffing or not? If she promised to behave, would I let it go?

“I could scream,” she said. “Your cousin will come in.”

“True, but I suspect that you’d rather keep this between us,” I returned. “And if they do come, they may approve of my suggestion.”

I received a dirty look for that comment. Elle did want it kept between us. I could see her thinking, looking for an out that wasn’t totally humiliating.

“All right,” she said, capitulating. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.

“Thank you,” I returned with a smile. “Um, you realise you still haven’t chosen the consequences?”

“What?” Elle asked indignantly. “I apologised.”

“And I appreciate it, but too late, I’m afraid. Your choice is?”

Now Elle was really glaring at me. “Do you really think I’m going to bend over and let you have sex with me?” she wanted to know.

“Not really,” I said, “which is a pity, but I guess I’ll survive the disappointment.”

I stepped over to the armchair and sat, at the same time reaching out to capture Elle’s arm. A gentle tug and she was sprawled across my lap.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she half yelped at me, shock making her short of breath.

“You ruled out option one,” I pointed out. “That only leaves option two.”

At the same time I brought my hand smartly down on her bottom.

From my point of view it was quite funny. Elle wanted to scream and yell at me, but she didn’t want my cousins barging in to witness what was happening. The result was a series of small frustrated squeaks as I gave her bottom a firm paddling.

I wasn’t being deliberately nasty, just firm. After a quick spanking I just let my hand rest on her bottom for a few moments, making Alanya Çıtır Escort sure that we both agreed on her future behaviour.

The deal was that Elle would stop flashing my cousin’s boyfriends (and me). I gently reminded her that if she reneged on the deal, option one was still on the table. Somehow or other, my hand had accidently slipped round the curve of her bottom and was gently stroking her pussy, when I reminded her of this. I wasn’t sure how to interpret the wriggle and squeak she gave at that point.

I could hear my cousins talking and guessed they had decided our private time was up. Elle had time to stand and step away from me when Pat and Tracy entered. Elle nodded to me and the girls and excused herself, saying she had things to do. It was a case of exit, stage left.

Pat and Tracy looked at Elle as she left and then turned on me.

“Why is her bottom red?” Pat demanded.

I shrugged helplessly.

“How would I know? Possibly from sitting on a hard chair?”

I got old-fashioned looks from both the girls, but they didn’t mention the subject again.

Oddly enough it was only a few days later that I was back at my cousins’ place. My aunt had dumped some things for them on my mother who dumped them on me with instructions that they were urgently needed and the girls would be waiting for them.

They weren’t. It was Friday night and they were both out. Elle (fully dressed) let me in and directed me to leave the things in the front room. I carried them in and dumped them on the coffee table and turned to leave and there was Elle, standing in the doorway, taunting me.

She wasn’t nude, but she had removed her dress and was standing there in the briefest bra and undies I’d ever seen. For god’s sake, she looked even more naked than she did when fully nude. I assume she was trading on the fact that she wasn’t actually naked.

I just laughed, and said “That counts,” and started towards her.

Elle turned and bolted down the hall and vanished into her bedroom. I strolled down and entered. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, biting her lip and staring at the door, and me.

I glanced at the door and what do you know, a press button on the door handle to let you lock it from the inside. A button the Elle had not pressed, but which I did.

“I’m not naked,” Elle protested. “You said nothing about being in my underwear. We all walk about in bra and panties at time.”

I didn’t even bother to answer that. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took off her dress and she could easily guess my reaction.

I calmly sat next to her on the bed and indicated she should bend across my knee. She sat firm, but didn’t resist when I just took hold of her armed and pulled her across me. With her now lying across my lap, I reached over and unclipped her bra, watching as she let it slip down and off her arms. I then slowly peeled her panties down, pushing them all the way down to her ankles, then off.

“You’re naked now,” I quietly told her.

Then my hand came down on her bottom. She gasped, as my hand landed so lightly she could barely feel it. The tips of my fingers just skittered lightly across her rump, feeling it, tracing the curves and edges of it.

Elle was breathing harder now as I continued tracing her body, using the lightest possible touch. She was being tormented by this little touch she could hardly feel but was agitating nerves wherever it went.

My finger tips raced around her back and then back down to her bottom, drifting casually back and forth across it before drifting Alanya Elit Escort even lower.

Elle’s thighs had moved apart slightly when I had started touching her so lightly. The tormenting little flutter of my fingertips was so different from the spank she’d been anticipating that she’d unconsciously relaxed. Taking advantage of that relaxation my finger tips drifted between her thighs, bringing the lightest possible touch to her lips and inner thighs.

Elle gasped at that touch, legs involuntarily parting more and her bottom lifting slightly, wanting a firmer contact. I deliberately restrained myself, keeping the tight tantalisingly tender. There was so little pressure that if it wasn’t for the way her nerves were curling beneath that contact she wouldn’t have been able to say if I’d actually touched her.

I was surprised at how fast Elle became excited. She must have been anticipating something happening between us and now her body was shouting for attention. Even with the light touch I was using her labia had swollen and parted slightly, inviting me in.

I moved Elle from my knees to her bed, laying her on her back, and my fingers started their little dance across her breasts, down over her tummy and onto her mons. Elle was slowly twisting about now, trying to anticipate where that touch would land next and trying to move into it.

I let one hand finally make firm contact, cupping and holding Elle’s love mound, squeezing and playing with it, while my mouth now started its own exploration of Elle.

I gently kissed her eyelids, then dropped small kisses over her face before settling on her lips, which were now eager to meet mine. Kissing while my hand played and my fingers probed deeper, then I was drifting down again. My mouth wandered around Elle’s breasts for a while before moving up the edges of her breast, following those gentle upward curves until I latched onto a nipple. A little bite brought a much louder squeal, and I moved over to the other globe. Fair share, after all.

Now I took a few moments to divest my own clothing, while Elle lay there, trembling slightly and watching my every move. She watched fascinated as I slipped on a condom, and then I was positioning myself between her thighs.

I looked at Elle, enquiry obvious on my face, and she nodded, permission granted but hurry it up was the message I got back. Then we were both laughing as she lifted her knees high and wide, reaching down to take me in hand and guide me home.

It was my intention that once I entered Elle I would take my time and treat her to a long slow loving that would eventually culminate in an orgasm for her as well as myself.

You know what they say about plans. To quote the poet ‘The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley’.

As soon as I penetrated Elle everything seemed to explode around us and we were screwing like rabid rabbits. I swear I’m not sure why the bed didn’t collapse under us. Did Elle reach her climax, you ask? Oh, yes. Several times. Me? Ditto.

We just couldn’t seem to control ourselves and we kept at it. Eventually we fell apart and lay there exhausted. I looked over at Elle and she was looking at me. And then we were both laughing again.

I’m not sure what we talked about, but we spend half the night just chatting to each other. Then we slept.

When I woke in the morning Elle was already awake, snuggling close to me and gently stroking me. This time, things went as per my original plan, and I gave Elle a long slow loving. It had to be long and slow. I was still recharging my well drained batteries, but Elle didn’t complain about the result.

The complaints started at breakfast when my cousins figured out what was going on and wanted to nail my hide to the wall. But like I said earlier, they’re like sisters. Every boy learns how to tune out a sister’s complaints early in life. It’s vital for survival.

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Emma sat at her desk in complete silence. Her mouth hung open in utter shock at the image displayed on her computer screen. With a shaking hand caused by a sudden adrenaline rush, she took a deep breath and clicked to minimise the image before trying to regain her composure.

Feelings of buried lust and guilt at her forbidden voyeurism coursed through her as she slouched in her chair, the mental image of her gorgeous housemate still fresh in her mind. He had been sat at the desk in his bedroom, wearing the charcoal coloured suit that was made to measure and hugged his lean physique like a lover. It was obvious from his position in the photograph that he had placed the camera on his desk and set the auto-timer to take the shot.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered to herself, “I can’t believe it.”

Staring into the blank screen in a daze, a mixture of disbelief and wanton longing washed over her as she felt her mouth going dry and her chest heaving slightly. She sat up straight, her eyes just peeking over the top of the five foot partition and surveyed the office; everyone was busy. Knowing she shouldn’t but wanting to anyway, Emma maximised the photo once more. As it filled her computer screen, a sudden surge of paranoia caused her to glance around quickly once more to make sure no one could see her. Happy that no one could observe what she was doing, she turned back to the screen.

Emma couldn’t have counted the number of times in the past that she had curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten down to keep from moaning whilst in bed, silently stroking herself to climax thinking about that very man. Now she was looking at him reclined in his own chair, with his large, stiff cock thrust up through his open trouser zip.

Quickly clicking on to the next image, it was obvious that Jack had just exited the shower. Droplets of water sat seductively all over his muscular frame, following the contours of his rugged muscles. His wet, dark hair, looking like a million fibres of black silk, was slicked back as he looked directly into the camera for the photo.

Her eyes slowly slipped from his chiselled, slightly stubbled jawline, down over his broad shoulders and over his rippling physique. The perfect form of his muscular abdomen gave away his penchant for regular gym sessions and healthy eating. He was an Adonis! Emma’s gaze drifted lower as she pressed her lips together firmly to keep from moaning her approval. A large, fluffy white towel was slung around his lean waist and hung lazily on his hips. The teasing shroud concealed what she already knew to be one of his best features. At that very second, Emma felt like dropping to her knees in the middle of the office and thanking God she was born a woman.

A sudden pang of guilt washed through her and she once again minimised the image in shame.

Jack and Emma had hit it off the first day he moved in. She had thought at the time that he was one of the most attractive guys she had ever met, only later coming to realise that he was also a genuinely lovely person. Although she secretly fancied the pants off him, for whatever reason, nothing had ever developed romantically in the six months since he had moved in and, over time, they had simply become just good friends. Now though, now she had seen his cock.

This had all been due to the fact that Emma had been running late for her appointment that morning. The usually calm and collected exterior of a woman in complete control, had been replaced with one which exemplified, in every sense of the word, panic.

Her relaxed evening the previous night had consisted of reading some naughty erotica and enjoying some slow, gentle masturbation whilst listening to mellow jazz music. The inevitable result was that she had forgotten to turn the volume back up on her radio alarm clock. Instead of being jarred to consciousness at 7am by the blaring voice of a radio DJ far too happy for that time in the morning, she was instead softly awoken by his gentle whispers; an hour later than normal.

In classic ‘running late for work’ fashion, a hurried jumble of quick-fire cock-ups had ensued as Emma rushed to get ready and out of the door. She had hurriedly washed toothpaste from her hair, left the bathroom looking like the aftermath of a college party, and had even taken the time to remove her panties and slip them back on the right way round. Just when she’d thought things couldn’t have gotten any worse, they did.

Although Emma’s digital camera was advertised as Splash Proof when she purchased it, as she’d watched it taking a swim in the washing machine on a fast spin cycle, she doubted very much that it would survive. As the now useless chunk of black plastic had bumped and sloshed against the glass door, she had gotten a sneaking suspicion that today was going to be ‘one of those days’.

Emma was an estate agent and part of her job was to call on home owners and complete a survey of their property. This included making notes of room sizes, conjuring up impressive sounding property jargon for the adverts and taking artistic photos which always made rooms Alanya Esmer Escort look larger than they actually were.

“Think, Emma; think,” she had said to herself as she’d crouched in front of the washing machine and stared into the soapy abyss.

There was only one other person that lived in the house and, luckily, she knew Jack had recently treated himself to a new digital camera. Knowing it was her only option, Emma had kicked off her heels and rushed back upstairs, entering Jack’s bedroom, knowing he had already left for work. She found the camera sat on a fancy looking docking station on his computer desk. In the spirit of sharing, Jack and Emma borrowed each other’s things all the time so she didn’t think borrowing his camera would be a problem. Okay, it wasn’t a mobile phone charger or a tube of toothpaste, but she could be trusted to look after it.

Many friends of Emma’s assumed on first meeting Jack that they were in fact a couple. In reality, both Jack and Emma were technically both single with Jack ‘half seeing’ a girl on the internet. Emma had never really understood online dating or how it worked, especially considering the girl he was supposedly dating lived on the other side of the world. She had asked him once, purely out of curiosity and he had told her that it was nothing serious. “Just a bit of fun.” They would chat, flirt and send each other photos. It was now as clear as crystal what those photos he referred to actually were.

As she sat there in a haze of heady excitement, Emma knew she should unplug the camera from her computer and respect Jack’s privacy. The problem was, the more she tried not to think about his ripped body and impressive manhood, the more she couldn’t help herself. Emma was seriously aroused and in desperate need of cooling the burning of her flushed cheeks. She cracked open the window next to her desk to feel the caress of a cool breeze, and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

It was no good; she couldn’t concentrate. Everything she looked at reminded her of what she had just seen. Glancing around the office, she was seeing cock— everywhere! Emma could already feel a dampness in her black lace panties as she sat back down and squirmed in her seat.

As she went to close the minimised window on her screen, she stopped, her finger hovering above the button on the mouse. She knew she shouldn’t but there were thirty more images on the camera, each one a temptation too strong to resist. The thought of seeing more of Jack at his most intimate caused her cheeks to flush an even brighter shade of red. Her breath became ragged and the familiar tingle of arousal began to spread over her body. Emma slipped her jacket off onto the back of her chair and, with no small amount of effort, clicked onto the next photograph. The towel was gone.

A quick gasp, that actually sounded more like a squeak, escaped her lips as she was once again brought face to face with the most delicious cock she had ever seen. Emma unconsciously licked her lips whilst admiring the impressive, uncut length; what she wouldn’t give to get her hands on him. He even shaved his balls, ‘God, he is so hot!’ she thought to herself.

Emma had her finger poised above the mouse, the cursor sat over the ‘minimise’ button, ready to hide her new, voyeuristic pleasure at the slightest sign of anyone in the office heading her way. Without even realising she was doing it, Emma had begun to gently tease her left nipple through the soft material of her blouse as a soft whimper escaped her lips. With increasing pressure from her fingertips, an aching tightness between her legs soon became her primary focus as she pressed her thighs together tightly.

Realising how dry her mouth had become, she reached over to take a drink of water. As she put the glass to her lips and tipped the cool liquid into her mouth, keeping her eyes glued to the screen the entire time, her worst nightmare came true.

“You naughty girl,” came a voice from right over her shoulder.

The water sprayed from her mouth and bounced back out of the glass, soaking her face and the top of her blouse. She quickly span her chair around with droplets of water running down her panic-stricken expression and came face to face with her best friend, Cassie. Always a troublemaker and considered the office joker, her smile stretched from ear to ear as she tried to suppress a laugh at the sight of Emma, dripping wet and caught red-handed looking at dirty photos on her computer.

“Jesus Christ, Cassie!” Emma whispered loudly, “You scared the shit out of me!”

Cassie reached over to the box of tissues sat on Emma’s desk and handed her one. “Sorry; I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I was just coming over to say hello and happened to catch you looking at some porn.”

“Shh! Keep your voice down,” Emma chided quietly, taking another quick glance up and down the office. “This is not porn. It’s… It’s…”

“Looks like porn to me,” Cassie replied, leaning over Emma to get a better look. “Oh, he’s fucking gorgeous! Can you email me that?”

“No Alanya Eve Gelen Escort I can not!” Emma replied, a little louder than she had expected. Cassie turned to look at her, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Why not?” she asked slowly, in a curious tone. Seeing the trepidation in her friend’s expression, she started to piece things together as she flicked her gaze back and forth between the explicit photo on the computer screen and Emma’s face, only now recognising her friend’s housemate. “You did not! Is that…?” She almost screamed in excitement. Cassie had been Emma’s friend for several years and had been over to the house and met Jack many times since he had moved in.

“Would you keep your voice down! What are you trying to do, get me fired?” Emma grabbed her firmly by the sleeve and pulled her down for a conspiratorial, girly chat. “You did not see this. It is not who you think it is. No, I did not sleep with him.”

“Sleep with who?” replied Cassie.

“Jack.”

“So it is him! I knew it.” Cassie was the master of deception and could psychologically wrangle any secret from anybody. Her cunning powers of manipulation were legendary around the firm.

“Shit. Okay, it’s him, but you didn’t see this, okay? I left my camera in my jacket pocket the other day and it is, at this very moment, doing the back crawl around my washing machine. I had to borrow Jack’s camera for the Sanderson appointment this morning.”

Cassie crouched down next to the chair, reached over for another tissue and started drying a few missed spots of moisture from Emma’s face. “I’m starting to worry about you, Em. Six months you have been living with this guy,” she pointed to the screen, “And you haven’t once fucked him. You’re not going… funny on me, are you?” And with that she puckered her lips and made comical kissing noises.

Emma couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not going ‘funny’. You know I like him, it’s just… never happened. I’m not as, erm, forward as you are.”

Cassie’s eyebrows rose. “I’m going to assume you didn’t just mean to insinuate that I’m a slut.” Emma blushed, nervously. “I’m joking! Listen, when he comes home from work tonight, why don’t you just rip his clothes off?”

Emma had had enough of Cassie’s advice to last a lifetime. She was thirty years old and could make her own bad decisions, thank you very much. She closed the photo that was open on the screen, turned back to her friend and replied jovially, “Thanks, Cass. I might just do that.”

Cassie planted a huge kiss on her friends cheek. “Lucky bitch.” she giggled as she strode off.

After an excruciating day of sexual frustration and thoughts that can only be described as mischievous temptation, Emma eventually made it home. The traffic of the central city almost drove her to the brink on several occasions. All she wanted to do was strip off her clothes, peel the now sodden panties down her legs and plunge her favourite vibrator into her aching pussy until she came so hard she nearly passed out. That’s all.

Slinging her bag onto the table in the hallway, she strode into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine that barely hit the sides. Not realising how long she had actually been stuck in the traffic, Emma was surprised to hear the front door open as Jack arrived home.

“Anybody in?” he called from the hallway.

“In the kitchen.”

As he strode through the doorway, she couldn’t help but look at him in a different way. He was wearing an expensive, graphite coloured suit that just dripped from his muscular frame. Emma fought the temptation to allow her eyes to drift down to his crotch and instead of drooling, forced a smile.

“Hey, Em. How was your day?” he asked. Jack was always thoughtful and kind. He enquired every single day and never out of a sense of duty or a need to make small talk. It was because he actually cared.

“Pretty good, thanks. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. I’m always kept busy solving other people’s problems,” he replied as he slipped off his suit jacket and slowly removed his tie. “I’m just going to grab a quick shower and then I’ll cook us up something nice. Sound good?”

Emma just smiled and nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. He was handsome, successful, kind, had a cock that made her want to just kneel and worship it for the whole evening and, oh yes, he was also a fantastic cook. As he turned and left, her eyes closed and a dreamy sigh escaped her lips at the thought of him in the kitchen, completely naked except for an apron, his firm buttocks showing from the back. She bit her bottom lip and whimpered at the thoughts that now cascaded through her mind. She needed to cum and she needed to cum right now!

Emma hitched up her short skirt as she perched her bottom gently on the corner of the kitchen table and slowly slipped her right hand into her panties. She was dripping with excitement and couldn’t believe the state she had gotten herself into. Rubbing her throbbing clit in slow, circular motions, Emma tilted her head back Alanya Evi Olan Escort and allowed a guttural moan to escape her lips as the pleasure spread from her centre. She could feel the tumultuous pressure of an impending orgasm building inside of her and could barely keep from plunging her fingers into her aching depths to finish the job. Now that she was on the precipice of bliss, she wanted nothing more than to ride it slowly to its conclusion.

She began to imagine Jack walking back into the kitchen and ravishing her on the kitchen table. He would grip the delicate, lacy material of her panties and roughly tear them from her body as he stepped between her spread thighs. Gripping the front of her blouse, that too would be disposed of in an equally masculine manner as the buttons would bounce and skitter across the kitchen floor. He would place the head of his stiff length between the swollen folds of her pussy and then…

“Hey, Em?”

Oh shit! Either Jack had just had the fastest shower known to mankind, or Emma had completely lost track of time. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and hid the glossy, slick evidence of her fingers behind her back before Jack made it to the bottom of the stairs. With her cheeks flushed and burning bright red, her appearance gave away her condition but she tried her best not to show it.

“Yeah?” she squeaked in reply.

He appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and padded across the cool, tiled floor of the kitchen, barefoot. His short, dark hair, the colour of a moonless midnight, was slicked back; his lean, rippling physique swathed in enticing droplets of moisture. ‘He looks just like he did in the photo,’ Emma thought to herself as she swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue over her plump lips.

“Have you seen my camera?”

The camera! Emma’s eyes went wide and the colour drained from her face. In the confusion of her frenzied, sex-addled brain, she had forgotten to place it back in Jack’s room and had left it in her bag which was now sat on the hallway table. Blushing furiously and struggling to maintain eye contact with him, she mumbled through her excuse as best as she could manage.

“Your camera, yeah… I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed it for a house viewing this morning.” Emma glanced over the washing machine in the corner and then back to Jack. “Mine took a swim.”

“Oh, right. No, that’s fine,” he replied disarmingly, followed by a little laugh. “Sorry to hear about your camera.”

“Thanks.”

Emma retrieved the camera from her bag in the hall and handed it back to him, avoiding eye contact. She hadn’t felt that embarrassed in a long time. As Jack went back upstairs to change, she watched his tight buttocks flex from side to side under the towel like a couple of walnuts wrapped in a tea towel. Letting out a deep sigh and having completely lost the motivation to continue pleasuring herself, she set the table for dinner and helped herself to another glass of wine.

The fusilli pasta was delicious. As they both delved into their large bowls of steaming, saucy italian swirls, Emma was amazed at how she had yet to find a single thing that Jack was bad at. Everything they ate was fresh and homemade. Each savoury morsel was an explosion of tangy tomato and creamy parmesan cheese.

“You could be a chef, you know,” Emma remarked.

Jack laughed and smiled, his perfect, pearly white teeth showing under his moist, licked lips. The warm glow from the lamp in the corner of the room accentuated the masculine form of his chiselled jawline.

“You say that every time I cook us something to eat,” he replied, giving her a slight huff of amusement as he took a drink of his crisp chardonnay.

“Well, it’s true. You have a natural talent in the kitchen,” Emma stated in an off-the-cuff manner. The flirty banter was commonplace; a regular but friendly game played at mealtimes.

A reluctant smile found its way to his lips. “Thanks, Em. I appreciate the compliment.” Emma just caught sight in the corner of her eye of the wink he flashed her across the table, and she almost instantly felt her cheeks blush.

‘More wine,’ she considered, helping herself to another mouthful, ‘Lots more wine.’

Resting his fork on the edge of his bowl, he gently placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. “What were the pictures like?”

Blowing bubbles in your glass of wine was never sexy. Having almost choked on her drink, Emma patted her chest as she coughed. As she grabbed her napkin and subtly dabbed her mouth, she eeked out, “What?”

“The photos, of the house. Did they come out ok?” he asked. “I splashed out a little more for the expensive model but I think it was worth it.”

“Oh, right,” Emma replied, now a nervous wreck. “Very good. The quality was… excellent.”

They finished dinner and, after clearing away the pots, Emma made the excuse that she had a little work to finish off. She sequestered herself on the couch with her laptop and a the last of her glass of wine. As the machine booted up, she jumped as she felt Jack’s hands slide over the tops of her arms and gently come to rest on her shoulders. A quiet gasp of surprise and delight escaped her lips as he leaned in close, his face right next to hers. She could smell the fresh, fragrant cologne he had splashed on; it was intoxicating.

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God I love my sister’s tits.

Yes, I said my sister.

Let me explain.

Since my older sister, Elena, sprouted breasts about five years ago at the tender age of fourteen, I haven’t been able to tear my eyes from them. In fact, to be honest, I haven’t been able to stop looking at her period. She’s the most gorgeous creature I know. Her body is like a curvy, winding road, waiting to be explored by a lust-bound traveler.

She’s been the subject of many of my masturbatory fantasies for many years. I know it’s wrong…but I can’t help it.

And lately, Elena has gotten a clue about my lustful feelings towards her. Actually, to be honest, she’s gotten more than a clue…more like an open declaration.

For example, the other day I was in her room, sitting on her bed in my underwear as she was putting on her makeup. I love watching her brush her long black hair.

As she ran the brush through her beautiful hair, she half turned from the vanity, granting me a side view of her large, luscious breasts beneath her shirt…held up high by her bra.

I guess she caught me looking at her, because she smiled at me when I shifted the front of my underwear.

“What are you doing bobo?”

Bobo is her nickname for me; it’s her way of calling me “silly.”

I’ve been going in my underwear in front of Elena for years…that’s nothing new. But lately, I’ve been doing it more than usual, especially when we are home alone. I know that she’s seen my erections under them more than a few times, but she’s never openly mentioned them.

“Nothing,” I answered as she smiled at me in the mirror, holding the brush in her hand with a long strand stretched away from her.

While Elena and I are siblings, we are like day and night.

Elena is dark-skinned with brown eyes, while I am blonde and blue. We share the same mother, but we are from different fathers. Elena’s father is Hispanic, while mine is white. Our mother is also white. My father is my mother’s second husband and he has raised the both of us.

Our fathers notwithstanding, we are related by blood through our mother and have known each other as brother and sister since birth.

I guess I developed a kind of crush on my sister around junior high school. But as she started to develop, I felt myself falling for her in a different way.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Elena smiled into the mirror at me.

I blushed.

“What are your plans tonight?” she asked, returning to her hair.

“Nothing, I guess, what about you?” I said.

“Well, I’m going out with that guy I met a few weeks ago at the game.”

My heart sank. My sister is beautiful and friendly, and she deserves to meet someone nice; still I can’t help feeling just a twinge of jealousy when she mentions her dates.

“What’s wrong bobo?” she said in the mirror with a puzzled look at me.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” I said, a bit Alanya Fetiş Escort embarrassed at being caught thinking about her. I changed the subject.

“So how is this guy, uhm, Richard is it?’

She nodded.

“Yes Richard, he’s very nice,” she smiled.

Leaning forward slightly on her vanity stool, Elena applied her makeup.

Watching her, my cock twitched, growing in my underwear.

I saw my sister’s eyes pass briefly over it in the mirror as she worked at her makeup, stopping for a brief moment before she returned to her task.

I felt a small twinge of excitement run up my back for that moment.

“Bobo,” she said, not looking at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I hope it’s my package,” my sister said, turning to face me on her stool.

With that she left the room to answer the door.

I remained on her bed waiting for her.

Listening to the sounds from the living room, I heard her greet the delivery person.

My cock throbbed to full erection in my shorts and I placed my hand on it…tugging it lightly through my underwear while my sister tended to the front door.

I thought about the way she’d looked at me, curiously…and her question. What had I been thinking about?

Of course, I’d been thinking about her…watching her move in the mirror…her huge breasts, and dark skin. I’d been imagining how she looked naked.

Tugging at my cock through my underwear, I strained to listen for her in the living room. She was occupied for the moment with the delivery person.

Quickly, I pulled the waistband of my underwear down over my cock, allowing it to spring up. It was swollen hard…throbbing slightly with my heartbeat.

Grabbing at it, I stroked hard and fast as Elena closed the front door.

“I was right!” she called from the living room. “It’s my package!”

I heard the sounds of a drawer opening as she retrieved a pair of scissors and cut away at the tape on the box.

I stroked faster, trying not to make a sound.

“Really?” I called back, sounding a bit shaky.

“Yes it’s my top!” she said happily.

Hearing the sound of her footsteps in the hall, I gave myself one last tug and hurriedly pulled my underwear back over my erection just as she entered the room.

Holding her new top in front of her, she hadn’t noticed.

“Look!” she said excited.

Laying the top over her body she smiled. “How does it look?”

“Try it on,” I said.

With that, Elena grabbed at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and off. Her large breasts were packed tightly into a purple lacy bra and my cock jumped at the sight of her cleavage.

Instinctively, I covered it as my sister stuck her arms through the new top and pulled it down over her head, allowing me one last look at her brawed boobs.

Finally, Alanya Gecelik Escort she rolled it down her midsection, where it stopped just above her belly button.

It was beautiful.

Orange and black, it hugged her curvy frame and stretched tight across her chest, leaving her brown midsection bare to the waistband of her jeans.

“God, it’s beautiful Elena,” I said genuinely.

“Thank you,” my sister smiled at me, cocking her head slightly.

My heart leapt in my chest and my cock throbbed at that.

Approaching the bed, she sat on the edge of it facing me.

“Cariño,” she said, using another one of her affectionate names for me, “you didn’t answer my question.”

“Huh? What question,” I said, embarrassed again that she hadn’t forgotten.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Uh…when?” I said, feigning forgetfulness.

“You know, a minute ago.” She pressed.

“Oh. Uhm, I…forgot…” I said.

“Hmmm…okay,” my sister gave me that strange grin again then dropped it.

Then, standing she pulled the shirt off again and faced me once more in her purple bra.

“I have to get changed bobo,” she said sweetly, indicating that it was time for me to leave.

With that, I stood, allowing my erection to show as it formed a tent at the front of my underwear.

Elena’s eyes fell to it briefly, before returning to mine.

“Go.” She said flatly, but kindly.

“Okay, Imma take a shower anyways…” I said, leaving the room.

Elena closed the door behind me.

Once in my room, I stripped off kicking my underwear away. Standing in the center of my room with the door open, I stroked my stiff cock, imagining that my sister was watching me.

I imagined that she was standing in my doorway wearing her purple bra and jeans, looking right at me as I stroked myself…masturbating right in front of her.

A sudden thud from my sister’s room on the other side of the wall brought me back to reality and I jumped a little.

“Hey! You okay!” I called out.

“Yes, I dropped something,” my sister replied through the wall.

Grabbing a towel from my closet, I left my underwear on the floor and stuck my head out of the door, peeking around the frame.

My sister’s door was still closed.

Stepping naked and hard into the hallway, I stood a moment.

“I’m gonna take a shower!” I called out.

“Okay?” Elena answered back in obvious confusion as to why I needed to inform her of that.

Boldy, I set off, totally naked and hard with my towel in my hand, marching right in front of her door, secretly hoping that it would open.

But it didn’t.

Once in the bathroom at the end of the hall, I left the door partly ajar and turned the water on.

Climbing into the tub shower, I pulled the curtain closed, then thought better of it, and left it open a bit at the Alanya Genç Escort end.

My cock throbbed and pulled at the idea of what I was hoping for.

Taking the baby oil from the edge of the tub, I squirted a generous amount into my palm and stroked myself slowly, standing back from the spray of water.

With cock in hand, I peered out of the open end of the curtain.

The fact that I’d left the door slightly open was exciting, and I stroked myself, imaging that my sister was in the bathroom with me.

In my mind’s eye, Elena stood naked on the other side of the shower curtain. I saw her big, naked breasts, capped by her brown aureole…her nipples were hard and thick, as she pinched and pulled at them…rubbing herself through the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs.

In my fantasy, I stood stroking my cock in the shower, while my luscious, naked sister masturbated right outside of it.

Somehow, in my fantasy, she was unaware of my presence.

Stroking myself hard, I imagined peering through the curtain at her. Her head lolled back on her shoulders as her long hair reached to her waist.

I saw her fingers moving quickly over bush, then, she inserted a couple of them into her hot, wet pussy and moaned.

Wanting my fantasy to feel more like reality, I reached for the shower curtain. In my mind, I pulled it back and revealed myself, fully naked, stroking my cock to my sister.

I did the same in real life, yanking the curtain aside.

But instead of my fantasy sister, I was greeted by the sight of my real one…standing at the sink, fully dressed, in total shock.

“Bobo!” she said taken aback. “You left the door…what are you doing?”

Her eyes fell on my crotch.

I was still stroking.

Unable to stop, I pounded my hard-on right in front of my sister.

Instead of running, Elena stayed in place, shocked, watching me masturbate.

“Oh god…Elena,” I moaned, feeling ashamed and totally excited beyond words at the same time.

As Elena watched in disbelief, I saw her nipples harden, poking through her bra and her shirt.

Suddenly, I came, erupting hot, thick ropes of cum straight out in front of me…spattering the floor at my sister’s feet.

In stark shock, Elena watched, unable to move, as I orgasmed before her eyes, spilling my cum right in front of her.

Finally, when I was done, I stood in the tub with the water running, breathing hard as the feelings of shame rose in me.

Coming back to reality, Elena shook her head.

“Bobo…” she said before her voice died in her throat.

“Next time, at least close the door.”

“Sorry Elena,” I said pulling the shower curtain over my midsection, feeling awkward.

Turning Elena made to leave the bathroom, then stopped.

Facing me again, she grinned.

“So, what were you thinking about?” she laughed.

I was taken aback by her question. I felt my face flush hot.

“I…I mean I…uhm…” I stumbled.

At the moment, our mother came through the front door.

“Anyone home?” she called out.

Elena shot me a weird smile.

“You’re crazy bobo,” she said.

Then she closed the door and was gone.

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