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John was yawning when he walked into the kitchen. He headed right for the coffee and poured himself a cup. He sat down at the table and was greeted with a loving smile.

“Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?” Kim asked.

“I slept great Kim, but I’d prefer you not call me sweetie.” John said.

Kim looked at John with a look of surprise and a bit of shock on her face.

“Kim? You think I’m Kim? What kind of game are you playing John? Don’t you even recognize your own wife?” Kim asked.

John yawned.

“As a matter of fact I do recognize my wife…and you aren’t her.” John said.

“I can’t believe this…what’s wrong with you? Is this some kind of game? Do you honestly think that I’m my sister?” Kim asked.

“Nope. I don’t think that you’re your sister. It seems that you want me to think that you’re your sister, but I know that you’re Kim…which begs the question where is Kelly?” John asked.

John took a sip of his coffee.

“What is it exactly that makes you think I’m Kim?” Kim asked.

“Well I’ve been married to Kelly for 7 years…I’ve come to notice things about her that you haven’t got…differences between the two of you.” John said.

“Like what?” Kim asked.

“Well…for one thing Kelly’s ears are pierced a little lower than yours. There’s no use denying it, I know it’s you Kim.” John said.

Kim shook her head in disbelief and then she smiled.

“You sure didn’t know it was me last night.” Kim said smugly.

“Yes…actually I did. You see…I shaved Kelly completely yesterday morning when we took a shower together…you on the other hand had a thin strip of hair right above your pussy last night.” John said.

Kim’s face went pale.

“You mean…you knew and you still….” Kim said.

“Yeah. Kelly and I talked about you right after we got married. She said that you’d told her that you wanted to fuck me and she thought that sooner or later you were probably going to try to sneak into bed with me pretending to be her. She said you might try to do it on your own or that the two of you might work it out together. She said that either way if it happened she was okay with it as long as I told her about it. So where is she anyway?” John asked.

Kim hung her head.

“She spent the night at my place.” Kim said.

John grabbed the phone and dialed Kim’s home number.

“Hello?” Kelly asked.

“Hey baby, it’s me. Kim and I just had a little talk about last night so it’s cool for you to come home now.” John said.

“Oh…um…okay. You knew it was her?” Kelly asked.

“Yep…you should have called her and had her shave her pussy completely before she came over; she’s got a little strip of hair down there. If she was completely shaved like you are it wouldn’t have been as blatantly obvious, but I’d have still known it was her. You’d better hurry up and get home so we can talk about this.” John said.

“Okay…I’ll be home in a few minutes.” Kelly said.

Twenty minutes later, Kelly walked into the kitchen where John and Kim were sitting quietly having coffee. Without saying a word Kelly poured herself a cup and sat down at the table. For a few minutes nobody said anything.

“So if it hadn’t been for the little strip of pubic hair would you have really known it was me and not her?” Kim asked finally.

“Of course I would have known. I knew it was you as soon as I walked through the door last night. When I saw that Kelly wasn’t here I realized what you were up to so I just went with it.” John said.

“You knew right away? How…what gave it away?” Kim asked.

John laughed.

“What didn’t give it away? As I told you earlier your ears are pierced higher than Kelly’s. You also walk with a different bounce in your step than Kelly does. Then there’s the fact that Kelly usually lets me come to her to kiss her when I get home from work and you met me in the front hall and were very eager to stick your tongue in my mouth. If none of that had given it away; when you took your clothes off it would have been blatantly obvious. As we’ve already established you had pubic hair that I knew Kelly didn’t have. Also your nipples are a slightly different color than hers. There’s also the little bunny from where you tanned and Kelly doesn’t have one. Oh and Kelly usually makes me ask at least 3 times before she lets me have anal sex with her and she always tells me not to cum in her ass…you accepted right away and didn’t say a thing as I came in your ass.” John said.

Kim turned towards Kelly.

“Damn…can you believe how observant he is? He knows that our nipples are different colors.” Kim said.

“He’s got to be making that up. There’s no way he can tell that if they aren’t side by side. Besides we’re identical twins…they should be the same color.” Kelly said.

“Apparently you aren’t completely identical. They really are different colors…take your tops off and have a look for yourselves.” John said.

“No way…pervert.” Kelly said.

“Hey…I’ve already seen both of your breasts…so what’s the problem?” John asked.

Kelly ataşehir escort looked over at Kim.

“What do you think?” Kelly asked.

“I think that now that I’m wondering if he’s right if we don’t do it now I’ll be thinking about it until we finally do it so let’s just do it real quick and see if he’s right.” Kim said.

“Okay. Try not to enjoy this too much John.” Kelly said.

John just sat back and smiled.

Kelly and Kim both pulled their tops off and then hesitated before taking off their bras. Once they were both topless they looked back and forth from their own nipples to their sister’s nipples.

“They look like they’re the same color to me.” Kelly said.

“Yeah, they look the same to me too. I think this was just so he could get us both topless at the same time.” Kim said.

They both looked at John sternly. John moved from a reclining position to leaning across the table with his arms stretched out in front of him.

“You’re too far away from each other right now. Get up close to one another so you can see both at the same time.” John said.

“Oh right…you’d like that wouldn’t you? Shall we rub them together while we’re at it?” Kelly asked.

“Hey…you’re the ones that don’t believe me. You don’t have to touch each other…just get close enough to see both at the same time.” John said.

Kelly and Kim turned to face one another and scooted closer together. They got so close that their nipples were almost touching. They looked again.

“Holy shit…they really are slightly different colors.” Kim said.

“I told you so.” John said.

“It’s obvious when they’re this close together, but how in the hell could you recognize a small difference in color like that without seeing both of us at the same time and without seeing them close together like we are now?” Kelly asked.

“I’ve had the great pleasure of spending many years getting to know your nipples Kelly. As soon as I saw Kim’s nipples it was obvious that she wasn’t you.” John said.

Kelly…amazed that John had noticed such a small difference…sat down without putting her top back on and Kim did the same. They sat topless staring across the table at John in disbelief for a few minutes. John had a big smile on his face as he very openly looked at his wife and her twin sister sitting side by side completely topless.

Kelly finally realized what was going on. Instead of getting mad or putting her top back on she got an evil smile on her face, leaned over, whispered something to Kim, Kim giggled and she nodded.

“So you think that you know my nipples pretty well do you?” Kelly asked.

“Absolutely.” John said.

“Would you know them blindfolded?” Kelly asked.

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“You were able to tell us apart when you could see us, but if we were to blindfold you would you be able to tell whether it was one of Kelly’s nipples or one of mine just by touch…either with your hands or your mouth?” Kim asked.

Kelly and Kim had incredibly naughty looks on their faces…John smiled.

“Absolutely.” John said confidently nodding his head.

“Well…let’s find out if you can back up your confidence.” Kelly said.

Kelly got one of John’s ties from the bedroom to use as a blindfold. She walked up behind John, pulled his chair back from the table, put the tie over his eyes, and tied it tightly in place.

“Can you see anything?” Kelly asked.

“Nope…not a thing.” John said.

“Okay. You surprised us by figuring out our first game without us telling you that you were playing. This time we’re really going to put you to the test. Here’s how it’s going to work. We’re going to put your hand on one of our nipples for 30 seconds; then we’ll put it in your mouth for 30 seconds. When we’re done you have to guess which of us it was.” Kelly said.

“This game sounds fun. What are the stakes?” John asked.

“What do you mean?” Kim asked.

“It’s a game right? So there has to be some kind of prize. My prize for the game last night was to fuck Kim right? What do I get if I win this game and what do you get if I lose?” John asked.

The girls whispered back and forth for a minute.

“If you win you can have sex with Kim any time that you want as long as she’s willing.” Kelly said.

“Which would be most of the time.” Kim giggled.

“And if I lose?” John asked.

“If you lose…you have to let Kim use a strap on dildo on your ass while I watch and then I get to use a strap on dildo on your ass while Kim watches.” Kelly said.

“Ooh, it sounds like I’m a winner either way.” Kim said.

“Do you accept the stakes that we’ve proposed?” Kelly asked.

“Well you’ve used a strap on to fuck me before so that part is okay. I’m not all that thrilled about the idea of getting fucked in the ass by both of you while the other watches, but I know I’m gonna win…so sure…what the hell I accept.” John said.

“So are you ready to play the game then?” Kelly asked.

“Hell yes! Bring it on!” John said.

Kim and Kelly kadıköy escort bayan silently worked out who would go first and which nipple would be used. Kelly’s right nipple was first. She took John’s hand and put it on her nipple. He circled his finger around it and felt it for 30 seconds then Kelly moved the nipple to John’s mouth. His lips and tongue explored the nipple for 30 seconds then she pulled away and she and Kim stood side by side on the other side of the table.

“Okay John what’s your guess?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, who do you think it was?” Kim asked.

“That was Kelly’s right nipple. Am I right? I’m right aren’t I?” John asked.

“We’re writing down your guesses along with the right answers and we’ll total up your score at the end.” Kelly said.

Kim’s left nipple was up next. Kim almost didn’t pull away after the 30 seconds in his mouth. She retreated to the other side of the table.

“Your guess is?” Kim asked.

“Kim’s left nipple.” John said.

Kim’s right nipple was next.

“Okay…who was it?” Kelly asked.

“That was Kim’s right nipple.” John said.

They decided to do Kelly’s right nipple for a second time. When she pulled away and walked to the other side of the table she had a smile on her face.

“What’s your guess?” Kelly asked.

“Well the one that hadn’t been done was your left nipple, but you tried to trick me…that was your right nipple again Kelly.” John said.

Kelly and Kim looked at each other in disbelief.

They kept randomly testing John with their nipples. After a total of 40 guesses each of their 4 nipples had been in John’s hands and in his mouth 10 times.

“Okay, that’s it; you can take off the blindfold while we total up your score.” Kim said.

John took off the blindfold and leaned back in the chair with a confident smile on his face while waiting for the results. Kim and Kelly totaled up John’s score…they were shocked.

“Can that be right?” Kelly asked.

“It has to be right…we kept track of everything as it was happening.” Kim said.

“So what’s the score?” John asked confidently.

Kelly whistled.

“You’re good…damn good. It seems that you know both of our nipples very well. You got all 40 guesses right.” Kelly said.

John laughed and clapped his hands triumphantly.

“See…I told you that I could tell that she wasn’t you just by the nipples. I was blindfolded and not only did I get most of them right…I got all of them right.” John said.

“I never would have thought that our nipples were so different that he could not only tell mine from yours but the lefts from the rights.” Kim said.

“I should have known better than to doubt him.” Kelly said.

“Yes you should have, but you did doubt me…you challenged me…and I won your little game.” John said.

“Yes you did. You won the game fair and square so…may I present your prize.” Kelly said.

Kelly took Kim’s hand, led her around the table to where John was still sitting in a chair, and sat Kim down on John’s lap.

“My oh my; I’ve never been won as a prize before…what ever will you do with me?” Kim asked playfully.

“Well since you’re my prize I get to do whatever I want with you right?” John asked.

“That makes sense. What exactly did you have in mind?” Kim asked.

“I was thinking about making you sit in this chair and watch while I fuck Kelly bent over the table, then I’ll fuck you while she watches.” John said.

“You want us to watch you have sex with the other?” Kim asked.

“Yes. I think it’s only fair. You were gonna watch each other use a strap-on on me. Besides; you’re twins right? You grew up sharing every experience. You used to borrow each other’s clothes…including underwear. You let each other get good close up looks at your pussies when you hit puberty. You used to shower together. Hell from what Kelly tells me you even masturbated in front of each other a few times.” John said.

Kim looked at Kelly.

“OH MY GOD! You told him about that?” Kim asked.

“Yes…it’s not that big a deal. I tell him everything…besides…now that he won you you’ll get to fuck him all the time…I’m sure that will be more than enough for you to forgive me.” Kelly said.

“Good point…you’re forgiven.” Kim said.

“So my little prize, are you going to get off my lap so I can fuck Kelly or do I have to pinch your cute little butt to make you move?” John asked.

“Ooh…pinch please.” Kim said playfully.

John pinched her butt. Kim yelped with delight and got off his lap. Kelly took off her shoes, pants, and panties while John undressed.

All of a sudden Kim jumped up and took off the rest of her clothes.

“Sheesh Kim…you don’t need to be naked until we’re done.” John said.

“Before you start I’ve got another blindfold challenge for you…if you’re up for it.” Kim said.

“Oh yeah? What have you got in mind?” John asked.

“I’ll tell you in a minute. First Kelly and I need to go take care of something.” Kim said.

Kelly and Kim went escort maltepe to the master bathroom.

“What’s up?” Kelly asked.

“Where’s your razor?” Kim asked.

“It’s in the shower…why?” Kelly asked.

Kim grabbed the razor and carefully removed the last little strip of pubic hair.

“So what kind of game have you got in mind?” Kelly asked.

“If he knows your body so well let’s see if he can tell us apart by the feel of our pussies on his cock.” Kim said.

Kelly smiled.

“That’s a great idea. We’ll definitely know how well he knows my body if he can tell which one I am by the feel of my pussy on his cock.” Kelly said.

“Okay, let’s go.” Kim said.

They went back to the kitchen where John was waiting.

“Okay…your idea of having us watch while you fuck the other one sounds awesome and we’ll definitely do it, but it is going to have to wait for a little bit. We have an interesting challenge for you now.” Kelly said.

“So what’s the challenge?” John asked.

“We’re going to blindfold you, the two of us are going to lie down on the table, and then you’re going to put your cock into one of us and then the other. We want to see if you can identify us by the feel of our pussies on your cock. If you can’t do it we get to fuck you with the strap-on while the other watches.” Kim said.

“And if I win?” John asked.

Kim whispered something to Kelly…she looked shocked for a moment, then shrugged and nodded.

“If you win you we’ll have a 3-some with you.” Kim said.

John was surprised, but then smiled.

“Would that threesome include some stuff between the two of you?” John asked.

Kelly and Kim looked at John for a moment in disbelief. They leaned in to whisper to each other. After several minutes of discussion they turned back towards John.

“Yes, we’ll do some stuff together if that’s what you want. We don’t really want to do much though.” Kelly said.

“Well how much are you willing to do?” John asked.

“Don’t worry John; we’ll do enough to blow your mind.” Kim said.

“Blow my mind huh? That sounds pretty good to me. That makes your challenge much more interesting. I hope you don’t try to back out when I win because I’m very confident that I’ll be able to tell who is who.” John said.

“You have to win first John, but if you do we won’t try to back out.” Kim said.

Kelly put John’s blindfold back on. When they were sure that John couldn’t see Kelly and Kim lay on the kitchen table with their pussies right at the edge for John to push his cock into.

John tentatively found his way to the table and followed one of their legs to the first pussy.

“Okay. Pussy

.” John said.

He eased his cock into the pussy…Kelly’s pussy.

“Oh that’s nice. Oh yeah…that’s awesome.” John said.

He rocked his hips for a few minutes slowly fucking the woman.

“Okay I’d better move on to pussy

before I bust a nut.” John said.

John felt to his left and to his right and found the other woman…Kim…to his left. He moved over between her legs and pushed his cock into her and started rocking his hips slowly fucking her.

“Oh, that’s nice too. Damn this feels good. I like this game.” John said.

John fucked Kim for a few minutes.

“I think I need to try the other one again.” John said.

He moved back to Kelly and fucked her some more.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure that I know who is who, but I’d better go back to

for a little bit just to be sure.” John said.

He moved back to Kim and fucked her for a few more minutes. Finally he pulled his cock out of Kim and backed away from the table.

“Okay…are you two ready for this? Pussy

…the one on my right is Kelly. Pussy

…the one on my left is Kim.” John said.

Kelly and Kim both sat up on the table looking at John in complete disbelief.

“How in the hell did he do that?” Kelly asked.

“You’ve got me…of course I’ve never felt the inside of both of our pussies for comparison. Maybe after being married for so long you’ve been stretched or something to fit him just right or something.” Kim said.

“I suppose that could be what it is. Of course it was a 50-50 thing where he’d either be right or wrong. It could have just been a guess.” Kelly said.

“That was no guess my love.” John said.

John just stood there smiling with the blindfold still over his eyes.

“Okay you smug bastard you can take your blindfold off.” Kelly said.

John pulled the blindfold off as Kelly and Kim got off of the table. They all stood there naked in the kitchen for a few minutes not saying a word.

“So are we going to do anything else right now or should we get dressed?” John asked.

“I guess that’s kind of up to you John. You won both challenges. You won me as a prize and said something about having us watch as you fucked the other one. You also won a threesome. If you want to collect on some of that now you can. If you want to wait we can get dressed and finish breakfast.” Kim said.

“So it’s up to me? Okay. Well I am pretty hungry right now, but no food can satisfy this hunger.” John said.

He reached out both of his hands and Kim and Kelly each took one and John led them out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bedroom. He closed the door and turned to face them.

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Author’s Note: When I originally wrote “Here’s To Small-Titty Big-Ass Women” I had intended it to be a stand-alone story. However, thoughts of what would happen to Lois and Lane after they returned from their convention fling kept popping into my head and resulted in this continuation. Hope you enjoy it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Uh…uh…Lance…what are you doing,” I sleepily murmured as I was rudely roused from my deep slumber. “Stop…please…let me sleep. Stop it, Lance.” I tried to turn away from the source of my annoyance, my husband, but in so doing enabled him to push up the back of my sleep shirt so that he could pull down my panties.

“Why do you wear these goddamn panties to bed,” Lance grumbled as he struggled to yank the flimsy undergarment over my soft thighs. “How many times have I told you not to,” he growled from his struggles. “Why can’t you sleep naked like me?”

“Lance, it’s still dark. Not now, please. I’m so sleepy,” I whined pitifully. “Please, Lance… please don’t. I’m not in the mood…”

“You’re never in the mood nowadays,” Lance grunted as he finally succeeded in pulling my panties off my ankles. “It’s your fucking work. God knows you spend enough time working…even went traipsing off with Lane to another state to attend some damn convention. Shit, if your boss wasn’t so damn old, short, and fat, I would suspect that you were having an affair with him given the amount of time you spend at work… hmmph, always coming home exhausted. However, we haven’t made ‘it’ in quite a while,” he said as he shoved the hem of my sleep shirt up to my armpits so that he could grope my small breasts.

“Yet, there’s something about you lately…something different. The way you move…a certain swish to your big butt of yours makes me horny as hell.”

After roughly fondling my large nipples until they jutted from my heaving chest, he pulled my hips back to him. Sliding a knee in between my closed legs, Lance with practiced ease pried my legs apart, opening and exposing my pussy. Although I knew what was coming, I still whimpered when his flanged penis head crudely slipped between my butt cheeks and then roughly plowed my love slit. I jerk at the sudden intrusion and then at the unexpected pain when my sensitive vulva was clawed by Lance’s thick strong fingers.

“But whatever the reason, I haven’t done this in a while. Now stop your damn whining…cuz it’s ‘boom-boom’ time!”

A shrill whine escaped my grimaced lips as my burly husband’s fleshy battering ram was crammed into the opening of my tender vagina as he had done so many times before. I knew that Lance was never one for foreplay or for that matter lovemaking. He got off sexually assaulting me, feeling my sensitive moist vaginal tissue cling to and spread around his penetrating presence. Hearing me whimper helplessly from his assault, Lance rolled his massive body over, pressing and pinning me stomach-down against the bed so that I couldn’t move as he jackhammered my buns and drove deep into me.

“Shit, I can believe that I’ve been fucking you for over two decades – that you’ve given birth to our three boys – and had a hysterectomy – and yet you’re as snug as the first time I cracked your ‘cherry,'” Lance grunted as his groin slap rapidly and soundly against my spongy butt. “Maybe your doctor sewed you up tighter than before…but it doesn’t matter. I’m boom-booming your tight pussy…like this…stretching you out…like this…you like this…don’t you…yeah…”

I endured Lance’s rant and marital assault as each thrust nailed me io the mattress. Whimpering with each withdrawal, I knew that Lance really got off with rough sex. Over the years, I had discovered that Lance was only interested in getting his rocks off and had a hair-trigger penis to go with it. The more I pretended to be reluctant and helpless, the sooner my bedroom ordeal would be over. Sure enough, a few strokes later I felt my so-called loving husband thrust deep into me and uttering a deep guttural grunt, flood my battered vagina with his testicular sludge.

Totally spent, Lance collapse on my back, crushing me to the mattress as he breathed heavily in my ear, telling me how good I was. Then suddenly the weight on my back was lifted as he rolled off of me causing his softening member to be rudely yanked out of me with a lewd sucking sound. I could feel the trickle of his freshly deposited sperm oozing out of my now vacated pussy, and within minutes, Lance’s rumbling snoring filled our bedroom, indicating that he had relieved himself and would soon be dead to the world.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I gathered myself before making my way to the master bedroom bathroom. Once there I quickly gathered my sperm-stained sleep shirt about my waist as I sat on the toilet seat and with a deep grunt, expelled as much of Lance’s deposited sperm as I could. I then quickly withdrew from under the sink a disposable douche which quickly irrigated my vagina of any remaining semen.

“It’s funny,” I mused, “since my hysterectomy, I’ve found that if I don’t flush escort ataşehir out Lance’s cum, it stinks. I think it has to do with all the beer that he drinks and maybe what he might eat. Yet, when it comes to Lane’s jism…hmmm…how simply delicious. I love the way it smells…and the feeling of his spunk oozing from me.”

Stripping off my dirtied sleep shirt, I ran the shower before pinning up my hair and stepping into the warm waters. “Hmmm, after tonight’s mauling which I’ve had to endure throughout my relationship with Lance, it is little wonder I was ripe for an affair. However, who would have thought that I would be having it with the most inconceivable guy in the world…Lane, my boss.”

My fingertips dipped between my spread legs as I softly stroked either side of my hooded clitoris as the shower water flowed over me. “In that special moment with Lane, I discovered what it was like to make love…passionate, wild, and liberating. We were shacked up at the convention and I lost count of how many orgasms I had…hmmm… just like the other afternoon.

“I remember how once we were alone, Lane had me seated on the edge of his desk with my skirt hiked up around my hips and had my panties hanging off of one of my ankles. God, did he take his time savoring me as he ate me out. Lane sure likes ‘muff diving’ as he calls it, loves getting me hot and sopping wet, and won’t stop until I’ve cum.

Once I’ve done so, then he’ll have some ‘meaningful intercourse’ with me (as Lane likes to refer to pussy-humping)…slow, long, and hard…making me so wet. We could do it all afternoon… never in a rush. Oh, that big fat penis of Lane’s makes me come repeatedly until I’m totally exhausted…thoroughly sore…oozing with his creamy ejaculation…but completely satisfied.”

Twisting as I stood, I leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs wider to give my frigging fingers better access to my throbbing clit. I began to tremble as my hips jerked erratically as my self-stimulation intensified with each stroke of my fingertips. I struggled not to cry out as I felt my guts getting tighter and tighter.

“Jeez, how I wish Lane was here…not my shit-ass husband snoring in the bedroom. I’m so fucking horny. I need a good hard cock to suck on…to be shoved in my hot pussy that dripping with my sexual juices. But most of all, I want a cock up my butt, reaming me a new asshole.

“Huh,” I mentally laughed to myself as my fingertips were a blur over my burning stiff clit, “Lance would die if he knew how after years of begging to butt-fuck me and being adamantly denied, I shamelessly had to practically beg Lane to sodomize me. Since then, I have been insatiable when it comes to bending over and spreading my butt cheeks for my secret lover.

“Ooh, my nippies are so damn erect that they hurt… and my cunt dripping with juices. Ooh…how I wish Lane was here to bring me off. Oooh, shit! I’m going to…I’m going to cum! Oh fuck, I’m jerking myself off…argh…thinking about Lane’s big fat cock… argh…argh…in my ass! Argh…argh…fuck I’m coming! Argghh!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Girls, it’s almost closing time. Close up already – and go.” From my office, I could tell that her tone of voice that Lois’s brooked no disobedience and soon there was a flurry of activity. Before I could get up from my desk to see what was happening, I heard, “Lane and I need to deal with this ‘problem’ quickly before it gets out of hand. We’re going to have to work overtime on this…so lock up so that we won’t be disturbed. The sooner we can get to taking care of business; the sooner we can go home.” Soon afterward I heard our two office clerks calling out their goodbyes to me, and the closing and locking of our external office door.

Before I could get to my office door, Lois rushed through the doorway and without hesitation threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that could only be described as urgent, passionate, and erection-sprouting. Pressing me against my desk, she hastily muttered, “God, I can’t believe they’re finally gone…they took long enough! I’m so horny I can’t stand it anymore. I tried to masturbate in the restroom but kept getting disturbed. My damn nipples are painfully stiff and throbbing…, and my pussy is so wet that you’d see this big spot if I wasn’t wearing a dark skirt! I desperately need someone badly to fix my problem…and it’s a good thing I’ve got the solution in hand!”

With that Lois desperately groped my crotch and manhandled my stiffening manhood as she started to undo my belt and zipper. I could have easily let Lois have her way with me – and loved every moment of her sexual advances – and then every inch of her naked five-seven pear-shaped body.

It was at a national convention that we discovered the delights of each other’s bodies. We skipped all the workshops and presentations in favor of spending the entire conference in bed and having meaningful intercourse with each other (if you catch my drift). However although we tried to continue our extramarital affair kadıköy escort since our return to work, our efforts were disturbingly brief and simply unfulfilling…a brief kiss, a covert whisper, or a secretive caress…leaving us stimulated and more frustrated than before.

However, although I realized her state of sexual need, I wasn’t about to let Lois use me. Grasping her wrists and pulling them behind her back, I mockingly scolded her, “Someone is a naughty little girl, isn’t she? Feeling a man’s ‘privates’ with even having the courtesy to ask him.”

As I flicked open her buttoned blouse and pressed her back against my desk, I kissed my way down her heaving chest. “Oh my God, a front-snapping bra! You shameless Jap hussy – one flick of the fingers and ‘ta-da’ – instant boobs! Ummm, and I love your small titties! Ummm…do you like… ummm…the way…ummm…I lick them? Ummm… these big Japanese nipples of yours…ummm…are so meaty and tasty. They are made to be sucked…and hard.”

Lois’s almond-shaped eyes flutter as her open delectable mouth emitted a soft groan of growing ecstasy. Her generous hips wiggled madly as she sought to pull her skirt about her waist so that I could yank off her drenched panties. Lifting her to the edge of the desk, I pushed her thighs back and apart, exposing her black thatched and swollen cunt lips. Before Lois knew it, my face was wedged between her soft inner thighs to do some serious pussy eating.

“Jeez, for a forty-five-year-old mother of three young boys, she had one of the juiciest and tastiest twats I’ve ever had,” I thought to myself. “So delicious… so wet…so sweet…I could eat her snatch all day long.”

Pulling my head back I uttered, “Now what am I going to do with a bad little girl like you? Maybe I should give you a tongue-lashing?” Lois gasped and jerked when I pulled back her clitoral hood to let the tip of my tongue flicked rapidly and repeatedly on her stiff love nub.

“Or maybe I should do this?” A loud groan could be heard as her thighs clamped on either side of my head when my rasping tongue swirled around and darted into her vaginal entrance causing Lois’s liquid excitement to ooze freely and flow between her butt cheeks.

“Or maybe I should do this?” Her hips shot up from my desk when a finger well-coated in her love juices and my saliva wormed its way up her incredibly snug love box.”

Then standing, I freed my raging erection and grasping it around its base, slipped my bulbous dickhead from the top of her pussy slit down to her butt crack, and then leisurely back up. “Maybe a certain naughty girl needs something bigger in her tight twat?” Lois just moaned softly and writhed under my teasing foreplay. “Oh, does she wanted me – or more of my manhood?”

“Whap!” Lois jerked and cried out as the full length of my fleshy iron rod landed sharply on her exposed tender genitals, causing her body to jerk and toss. “Whap! Whap!! Whap!!”

“No! Oh, no, Mister Lane! Please stop,” Lois whined in a girlish tone that she knew excited me. Shoving her hands between her legs, Lois shielded her vulnerable and hyper-sensitive genitals from my penis-whipping. “Please don’t dick-beat me anymore! I’ll be good… I promise…please…”

“Who says I want a ‘good’ girl? I want…I love naughty little cunts…especially Japanese fuck-sluts like you!” With that, I flipped Lois over so that she was bent over my desk. “Reach back and spread your buns for me so I can decide what to do next.”

My swaying cock throbbed with a mind of its own as I watched Lois reach back and grasping her spongy buns, spread them for my viewing pleasure. “God!” screamed between my ears as my eyes feasted on my mistress’ presented nether delights, “Lois has a butt that was made to be fucked…and often!”

Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out my half-used tube of lubricant and gave my sizable erection a heavy coating as I pondered Lois’s visibly chocolate puckered orifice that glistened with her pussy juices.

“Bad little Lois has been really rude and demanding and needs to be taught a lesson. I think this is what she really needs…maybe she needs it here…” I let my lubricated head lewdly and teasingly pop in and out of her twat. Then just as she started to moan and gyrate to my probing, I pulled out and pressed my slippery raging hard-on into her winking snug anus.

Can you imagine that less than two months ago Lois had to “twist my arm” on the second night of our convention affair to be the first guy to corn-hole her? Once I did, she took to anal sex as a fish takes to water. However, since returning to our normal lives, our anal opportunities were severely limited. In fact, the only time we can close to indulging in some “booty-delight” was a partial insertion and an even quicker withdrawal as we were almost caught in the “act” by a janitor emptying the office’s trash cans.

As I push forward, it never ceased to amaze me how Lois’s tiny, clenched orifice could spread and envelop my flanged penis head. Lois threw back maltepe escort bayan her head to emit a low groan when she succeeded in having her sphincter ring breached. “Oh, oh! What are you doing, Mr. Lane,” she whined in a childish tone as more of my shaft gradually disappear into the depths of her bowels.

Grasping her hips, I pulled her towards me until her back was level and her head rested on her forearm that was at the desk edge. With each nudge of my hard-on into her butt, Lois looked back at me as whined, “Oh, Mr. Lane, that hurts…a little. Ooh, but I feel…I feel so bad…and yet, so damn good…so sinfully wicked…like never before. What? Do I want you to stop? Oh, no…please don’t stop! You’re stuck up my little tush, sliding in and out, scratching that itch that only a fat hard dick can!”

Lois grunted with each resounding slap of my hips against her quivering generous butt. Her free hand snaked between her splayed legs, her fingers forking and stroking herself. As her fingertips flew over her love button, Lois panted, “Oooh, it feels so fucking good! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this…about you butt-fucking me! Shit! This ‘itch’ has been driving me fucking crazy!”

Suddenly her back arched sharply as Lois cried out, “Oh fuck! I’m going to cum with your big fat cock…stuck up my asshole! Don’t stop…don’t…you… fucking…stop! Fuck me like a bitch in heat! Make me your little whore…yeah!”

Slamming back to take all of me into her behind, Lois begged urgently as she jerked herself off, “Cum with me! Please…shoot…shoot your load! Fill me up! Yeah, give me what I need…what I want! I want to feel my asshole burn…when I drive home… with your hot creamy spunk…oozing out…drenching my panties! Yeah…oh yeah… don’t stop! I’m going to…arrgh… arrgh!”

Who was I to deny a woman in need? Not me as I gave my Japanese lover a well-deserved butt-thumping before flooding her churning bowels with a well-deserved sperm enema.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Jeez, Lane, I asked for it and you really gave it good to me,” Lois groaned as she propped up her torso from her desk. “Slam-bam – right up my ass – I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk straight. Oooh, and you really hosed me too…I’ll be leaking cum all the way home…and probably making a big wet spot on my car seat. Hmmm, I better sit on something.” Lois sighed as she wiggled her behind, causing my throbbing member to slip slowly in and out. “But – you’re wedged up my butt and it sure feels good. Yeah, something that I sure have gotten used to having it there…”

Twisting about to look at me over her shoulder, Lois then uttered the dreaded phrase, “Lane, we need to talk…” This had an unexpected wilting effect on me and before I know I slipped regrettably from Lois’s wet twat.

“Ah, shit, Lane,” Lois bemoaned as my sudden departure resulted in oozing of sperm from her dilated rectum, “You’re dribbling down my thighs…how much did you shoot up my butt? Give me some tissue quickly, you dirty old man.”

Shoving a wad of tissue between her inner thighs, Lois turned in my embrace and after kissing me, continued, “Lane – what are we going to do? I waited so long…to find the right opportunity to get ‘hot and heavy’…that it drives me crazy. I’ve wanted you so badly and was so damn horny – that I had to finger myself so often that -my love nub is so raw and sore. But it’s not the same as jumping your beautiful hard-on of yours pumping in and out of me to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. I want …no, need …more.”

Taking Lois in my arms, I returned her kisses with the passion of unspoken desire as we somehow found ourselves seated on the carpeted floor with our backs to the wall. “Me too,” I murmured as I nibbled on her exposed ivory neck. “Seeing your long legs, soft thighs, and shapely buns…well, you can’t imagine how many perverted things pop into my mind. God, Lois, you’ve got the tightest… wettest…hottest snatch I’ve ever had. But ever since you ‘coerced’ me sodomizing you, the thought of buggering your sweet asshole keeps me in a constant state of erection.”

“And you can’t imagine how hard it has been to keep my hands off of you. You may not realize but when you bend over, but there are times when I just want to inhale one of your small titties and suck on it until your nipples are dark purple…extended…swollen… and achy.”

“Oh, Lane,” Lois sighed into my neck. “I feel the same way. There are times when I am so tempted when we’re alone – and sometimes even when we’re not – to grab your crotch…feel your fat dick…and heavy balls. I want to feel you get hard in my hand. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…but…I’m out of control… unable to stop myself… I’ve never felt this way before. God, Lane, you make me so incredibly horny…”

“Look, Lois, I know that we both want each other, but we’ve got family demands…your kids and their school…my wife and her agenda. Even though we would want to, most of the time we cannot just get away for even a quickie in the backseat of your SUV or in my truck. This place is too small for someone not to notice our rides. And we can’t keep closing shop early for a little afternoon delight. If we keep this up, we’re likely to get caught with our pants down…mine, that is…yours would be panties…”

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Ned Samuels was in the middle of servicing his girlfriend, Jessenia Ramos, while his other girlfriend, Marisol (Jessenia’s younger sister) sat on his face, when the knock came at the door. Neither lady was going to get up while so damn close to cumming, so whoever it was would have to wait until they were good and ready, damn it! Ned loved that about his two ladies, of course. They insisted on getting their pleasure and they were hooked on getting it from him, thank God! Ned adored his girls and he wouldn’t even think of dropping them in the least.

It was no accident that Ned spoiled both women, some would say atrociously, treasured them, and generally treated them like the greatest thing since tamales. They, in turn, called him and thought of him as “papi,” and they went out of their way to pamper him, too. The only downside was that neither girl would do incest with the other, but that was an understandable squick, given the societal taboos that existed as much in Mexico as in the United States. They had tried it a few times when drunk, but the shame and guilt was too much to bear, so he had let that one go. The last thing that he wanted was to poison his love affair with his sweet Mexican lovers by asking for something that they couldn’t handle.

Ned wanted to get his own pleasure, too, so he continued licking Marisol, even as Jessenia used her hips to milk him for her favorite reward: his cum. Both ladies really enjoyed the taste of his jizz, as well as the feeling of running down their thighs and legs. They loved it when he claimed them as his girls, and then claimed them all over again whenever the Viagra permitted. He wasn’t a spring chicken, but he was able to keep up with both girls extremely well, thanks to the miracles of modern medicine.

God, he loved both of those senoritas! They made his early retirement (only possible because his cousin Matt and his sister Annette had received “loans” from him before the divorce, which they then repaid to him after the settlement) quite delightful indeed. Sure, he could have kept fucking everything that moved, and sometimes, the girls surprised him with a third woman that they didn’t mind sharing with him and each other. They weren’t a closed triad by any means and they didn’t mind the taste of pussy, just the reality of incest. He just didn’t do as much of such extracurricular activities as he used to anymore, nor did the sisters. He slowed down, but he didn’t stop altogether.

The knocking became more insistent, of course, and at last the idea of getting caught sufficiently excited Jessenia that she came, just seconds before Marisol did the same. With that done, Marisol climbed off Ned’s face and descended to her knees to lick his balls, accidentally tasting her sister’s culo in the process. This time, though, instead of making a face or feeling as guilty as before (perhaps because it was unintentional), she just went back to sucking her lover’s salty, sweaty sack. Ned lost all self-control, especially as he realized from Jessenia’s sudden sigh what Marisol had slipped and done. He spilled his load inside Jessenia’s twat and she rose to kiss her sister on the lips, tasting his sweat from Marisol’s tongue.

“I guess…it’s not a hard limit anymore,” Ned smiled at both girls, who giggled and knelt to suck him clean together.

“Well, she does have a tasty ass! And…if we’re both girls, then…we can’t have babies together, deformed or otherwise, si, papi?” Marisol observed, looking up at him, hoping for understanding instead of judgment.

“Of course, my sweet Sun baby,” Ned used one of his pet names for her, one that he derived from the “sol” in her name, which meant “sun.”

“Yes, I think that we can…do more of that in the future, together. Should I answer the door now? If you’d like, I can do it in the nude,” Jessenia ran her fingers through what remained of her middle-aged lover’s hair…she loved every part of him, even his bald spot.

“Do it…anyone who has any business with me should be aware that you’re basically my wives. I mean, for all intents and purposes…we live together. You two share my bed. If they’re not prepared to deal with the reality of my love life, that’s their problem and they’re probably not someone who has any business with me, right?” Ned chuckled at a vision in his head of his idiot parents or equally stupid brother showing up…he had no use for his family outside his sister Annette and his cousin Matt.

With that, Jessenia let the bedsheet slip to the ground and opened the door at last, to a very real and audible gasp from Chloe’s mother, Nadine. What the fuck was Ned’s former mother-in-law doing in Acapulco, anyway? She wasn’t made of money, earned or inherited, which was a large part of why Chloe had always hungered for the better life. Someone had to have funded this trip for Nadine Rivers, and one could only guess who that might be!

A former stripper who had blown through her savings years before bursa escort and started her own club with capital from an unknown source, Nadine was still quite sexy in a mature way, but the cigarette breath and raspy voice could be turn-offs at times. Whatever the case, if she was down in Mexico, it was on some kind of mission from her daughter, no doubt of that. Chloe had to have put her up to it, and that in Ned’s mind solved the mystery of who had paid for her vacation. It had to be her now very rich daughter.

“Nadine…,” Ned coughed, more than a little stunned.

“Well, well, I told Chloe that this would happen, and she never did listen to me, not until recently. Christ, my daughter is as smart as a whip, but sometimes, you’d never know it to watch her in action! She might be built like a brick house, but she acts as dumb as a ton of bricks, too. I told her that you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but she just didn’t get it. I did it. I can read a man very well. I have to…in both my past and present professions. Surely you knew that I didn’t just strip for a living, right?” Nadine’s eyebrows raised as she took in the scene of not one, but two naked senoritas in Ned’s Acapulco home.

“I knew no such thing and don’t call me Shirley,” Ned quipped, making Nadine laugh more than a little as she caught the Leslie Nielsen reference, “Chloe wasn’t very forthcoming about your past…and hers. I wasn’t given any reason to take it at anything but face value. I wondered, mind you, because one always hears stories about strippers doing side work, but never heard anything concrete. Anyway, these are Jessenia and Marisol Ramos, my girlfriends. They might as well be my wives, because I’m that committed to them. Girls, this is Nadine Rivers, my former mother-in-law. My ex-wife’s mother.”

“Polygamy’s illegal in Mexico, too, but I guess as long as you don’t formalize it, there’s no crime. No laws are broken. I gather that they’re not exactly good Catholic girls, though, if they’re sleeping with a divorced man. Not that it matters. I’m a rotten Catholic girl myself. For a Jew, you keep getting stuck with bad Catholic girls, don’t you? Just an observation. Did I ever tell you that Chloe’s father was Jewish, too?” Nadine continued rambling, which made Ned a bit impatient to get her to the point.

“I just know that you never married him, but you were good to him, aside from constantly cheating on him, of course. Him leaving you was only a matter of time. At least he had the brains to protect his assets by avoiding holy matrimony, that’s one that he had over me, I guess. I hear that he misses you a lot, except for the cheating part, of course. That was a dealbreaker for him, too, wasn’t it? He’d rather be miserable and lonely without you than wear the horns. Give the man credit for chutzpah, at least. Good for him.

“Now, what exactly brings us to this point? I’ve never thought that you liked me enough to come all the way down to Mexico to see me again, nor that you were fond enough of my company to stand here chewing the flab with my girlfriends and me. As for what kind of girls they are, well, I leave such judgments to God. Being Jewish, I tend to assume that he’s a bit more sensible than the sadomasochistic one with multiple personalities painted in the mix of urban legends and rambling letters that you folks call the New Testament, at least.

“I like to think that maybe he’s mellowed out a bit since his Sodom and Gomorrah, witch hunting, genocide-happy days from the Torah, too. The way that most rabbis talk, one would think so, at any rate. Well, most Reform rabbis, anyway,” Ned confronted Nadine, still unsure of her business, though it was obviously connected to Chloe somehow.

“Yeah, you got it on the nail. It’s all about Chloe. This ain’t a social call, though you’re wrong about me. I’ve always liked you more than I let on…in fact, that was kinda the problem. I had to restrain myself at times, so that forced some distance, due to my…attraction to you. I didn’t want Chloe thinking that I was out to snatch her man. Turns out that she was her own worst enemy there, wasn’t she? That apple didn’t fall far from the tree at all.

“Look…I know that this is very…awkward, in front of your ladies, but they don’t have to be sacrificed or fear for their futures with you, not at all. She wants you back, Ned. She wants you back…badly! She didn’t realize how much so until I objected at her wedding to Sean, telling everyone that she shouldn’t marry him because she still loved her ex-husband. Yes, I did that, and as my punishment, my daughter sent me down here. I’m willing to pay that price for my daughter’s happiness. She doesn’t deserve it, but she’s my baby girl, and I’d sell my soul to save her from herself, if necessary.

“Sean took it surprisingly well, giving her a lump sum of three million dollars to just go away and spare him further embarrassment and humiliation, further wounding of his ego, his bursa escort bayan injured pride. Yeah, I stopped the wedding, because when I told the truth, Chloe was in tears and she admitted that what I said was true. She also slapped me in anger for messing up her plans, but then hugged me to thank me for doing just that. Talk about a confused young woman!

“Funny thing, Sean immediately grabbed his lawyer, pulled out a new license, took her in his arms, and marched her up to the minister in the wedding chapel, and told her, in front of him, ‘You’re fired. Now, let’s get hitched.’ Evidently, he had real doubts, too, and he already had a Plan B wife lined up, none other than Beth Davies, the woman who represented both Chloe and himself in recent instances. Turns out that they were fucking each other the whole time. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t gotten disbarred, to be honest!

“Look, Ned…Chloe is in earnest here. She really, really wants you back! She hasn’t even told me how much she wants you back, but actions speak louder than words, and her acts include a proposed open marriage, ‘so as to get it right this time,’ to use her own words. She told me, very bluntly that, like me, she had just been torn between her desire to be a good, proper wife to you in the old sense and the desire to be a slut. The former kept her from suggesting an open marriage in the past, but the latter kept her from being faithful to you, so the net result was that the wedding vows were only honored in the breach, if at all.

“In other words, like mother, like daughter, I guess! I made the same exact mistakes with her father, and I’m tempted still to try to get him back, but he’ll never agree to it, not least because he has remarried now. He’s free to do so without breaking any laws of his faith, but I’m stuck in that sense, not that I care. Here’s the deal…I’m the sweetener, if you will. Chloe told me to offer my body to you, and more, if you wish it, in exchange for you coming back to her. I’m glad to do so, in fact. I’ve always wanted you, anyway, and she’s smart enough to know that.

“Chloe proposes a trial reconciliation, if you will. You live together with her. You bring, in her words, ‘anyone who has been good enough to love you,’ with you, she’ll happily share you with them and with me. She’ll never ask you to give them up. Ever. Whatever happens. If she proves herself enough to you, in a year’s time, she wants to get married all over again, but with a pre-nuptial agreement that protects both of your assets so that you’ll know that each of you are doing it for the right reasons.

“The agreement would also have a clause that enshrines an open marriage, so that both of you could get it on with others without any further issues. She wants it plain that she cannot promise fidelity to you and she refuses to lie or cheat as she did in the past. She also wants it understood that if she ever learns that she’s pregnant to another man, she’ll tell you about it, and if that you cannot bring yourself to claim it, she’ll completely understand and give it up for adoption. I’ve agreed to adopt in that situation. Can’t have my grandchild grow up a ward of the State, can I? She refuses to get an abortion, however. You know how she feels about that issue. Anyway, any thoughts on this whole deal?” Nadine made her pitch at length.

Ned was very red in the face, and he instinctively reached for his girls to make it clear that he wasn’t going to give either of them up, let alone both. Nadine smiled and walked over to kiss him on the lips. Then she began to make a path down to his belly, followed by his groin. Before too long, his cock was in her mouth, and that fifty something former exotic dancer and whore did what she did best: she sucked. When the girls saw this, instead of getting upset, they held her head in place, making damn sure that their man got a blowjob worthy of the name.

“Now, listen up, while your mouth is busy and can’t interrupt me. I’ll consider your daughter’s offer, but the terms and conditions are mine to set, not hers. Yes, it will involve an open marriage and a pre-nup, that much is understood. It wasn’t the other men, it was the lying, cutting off, the attempt to keep me ignorant and thus faithful while she strayed, that sort of thing, that bugged the hell out of me.

“Ironically, the nicest things that she’s ever done while married to me were the drunken orgy with her girlfriends as well as sending you to me. Very nice indeed. Well, that and drunkenly giving me her ass at last, though I still don’t recall it. Let me be frank here. I’m not giving up these girls for the world. They’re MINE! My senoritas! I love them to death! I’m pleased that Chloe refused to marry Sean, though, and that she wants me back that badly. I’m glad that she realized her mistake, but there is a price to pay for it.

“For the first year, prior to the marriage, Chloe has to agree to be my sex slave. That’s right. I fully intend to escort bursa test her sincerity by having her wear my collar, along with a slave tattoo. Temporary, of course. She will deny me nothing at all that I want, too. If I want her to eat a creampie of my cum from Jessi or Mari here, she’s to do it. If I want her to get me another turn with Sasha, Jackie, or Monica, she’s to do that, too. If I want her to help me find out for sure if my sister really is in love with me, she’ll do that. If I want to use her to get vengeance on my sick parents and brother, she’ll do that as well.

“She used me up and spat me out. She’ll learn what it’s like to be used for a change. When not in public, she’s to go naked, too. At home. Naked. Until I say otherwise and for at least that year. If she can handle that year of slavery, then we’ll talk the terms of remarriage, but they will be MY terms, not hers. I’m not as mad as I used to be, thanks to my girls here, but I am still mistrustful of her and her intentions, and that trust will be very hard to regain here. It’s her turn to trust me instead.

“She’ll have to accept that there will always be at least two others, and that’s the sisters Ramos here. That’s non-negotiable. They soothed my wounded heart and pride. They comforted me when I needed it most. They’ve given me more than just their bodies. They gave me their love, which is more than she can say much of the time. I’ve made a commitment to my girls, and I refuse to give them up for anyone. Ever. At all.

“One other thing. I’m not going back. If Chloe wants me back, she comes to me. She comes down here to Acapulco, makes her offer of abject submission and unconditional surrender to me here, on my turf. This war between us, it can only end with her surrender, her capitulation, nothing less. She’s the one who is trying to woo me. She has to do it on my terms. I’m the one with leverage. She’s the supplicant. She had better come to me, crawling, on her hands and knees. She’ll need to grovel.

“I never asked such things of her while married, of course. But things have changed. Now I’m in the driver’s seat, and she needs to grow up and face the facts. She had things mostly her way while she was my wife, but this time is my time. I’m getting my own back. She has to make restitution here. Reparations for the wrongs that she’s done me. She has to atone for her past sins against me, including drugging and raping me so that she could use it for evidence against me in the divorce.

“Yes, Chloe comes down here, and she’s not to have anything to do with my parents or my brother, either. Now, my sister is a different matter, as is my cousin Matt, his wife Judith, and company. She comes down here with only the clothes that she absolutely needs to wear outside. The rest of the time she’s to be naked as Eve.

“If I sound like a hard-ass, well, that’s tough. That’s my stance. I’m not going to be a milquetoast or a sap. I’m no lovestruck fool. I’m an ex-husband, and I owe absolutely nothing to her, but everything to my girls here. She’s to obey me, and here’s the real catch. She’s to obey them as well. If the girls ask something of her, she’s to say, ‘Yes, Mistress.’ If I command her, she is to say, ‘Yes, Master.’

“She’ll be asked to sign a contract, of course. One that requires her to service me loyally and do what I ask of her. She won’t have a job. She won’t need a job. I’m retired and so is she now. She’ll be home and available to pleasure my girls and me alike. She’s to get electrolysis treatments, too, and in the meantime, to keep her pussy shaved smooth as can be.

“After the year is up, if she STILL wants me back, then we’ll see. But until then, this is how it has to be. Have her tell me what she thinks of my fine offer before you leave, won’t you?” Ned elaborated, causing a sharp intake of breath, but also making Nadine more than a little wet.

“Uh…fuck!” Nadine stopped just long enough to exclaim, and then resumed sucking him until he shot off his load down her throat, making the most of her wonderful mouth and tongue.

“So, what do you think of my fine offer to your daughter, dear former mother-in-law?” Ned teased her.

“Call me, ‘Mom,’ please. I’m going to be your mother now. From now on. Your own mother was never this nice to you, I know for a fact. And I don’t know how Chloe will take this. It can go either way, but if she doesn’t want it, I’ll take a slightly toned down version of that deal for myself. Even if she does want it, I want to take it, too. Not because I need to, but because I want to…I want to be your new mom AND your love slave at once! Please…I’m lonely!

“I’ll gladly sell my business, move in, and service the three of you, every day and seven times on Sunday, dear! I’ll go down on Annette, too, if you wish! I’ll eat Chloe out as well! Anything, baby! You won’t regret it! I need a man…badly! And I’ve never had a son! Only Chloe! I love her, but I do wish that I had a son! A little prince to spoil rotten and give a mother’s love!” Nadine implored Ned, whose only answer was a smile.

“You have one now…Mom,” Ned told her, taking her snowball and then letting the sisters taste it as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are we naked. Where is this?”

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

“How long have you been here?”

“I think it’s been four days.”

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

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

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

“Do you have a wife waiting for you?”

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

“You miss her?”

“Yeah, very much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s note:

Please know this is a) my first story and b) not my last. The characters in this story are all above the age of 18.

If you’re looking for a quick read with lots of sex, this is not the story for you. However, the next few chapters may very well be up your alley once I build my characters and ignite the fires. Hopefully, soon, I’ll set them all ablaze.

Enjoy!

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First day of summer break, hell yea! Single, senior in high school, summer job starts next week, and I can smell breakfast. This kicks ass. I look over at my alarm clock. Heh, 10 AM on a Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays, but certainly not today.

I plant my feet on the ground and take a look across my room in the mirror. Eh, not too bad, time perhaps to get up and start jogging in the mornings again, but I’ve stayed in pretty decent shape. I keep up with my various martial art hobbies and they treat me well. It might be time to relax the carbs, but not today. Oh no, today is FREEDOM! I throw on some boxers and a muscle tee and head down the stairs.

The smell of bacon and pancakes fills the air as I meander to the kitchen. Mom would be working today so it had to be sis cooking. Brat better have made enough for me.

Woa, hello. That is definitely not my sister. Oh thank god my sister is a cheer-leader; if you want a hookup, you get a sister who is in the cheer-leading squad. All the hot friends you can ever meet. Be nice to the sister and she’ll be nice to you, including giving her friends the good vibe about you.

At the stove is a 5′ 6″ brunette, and every bit the cheer-leader figure. She’s slightly tanned and somewhere around C cups, but her ass, which is where my eyes are currently focused, is a 10. Perfect orbs of tight glory leaving just enough of a gap between her legs that you could see her pussy if she was naked. Only of course she isn’t. She’s in hot pink panties though with an oversized shirt covering the rest, and that is sufficient for my spank bank this evening. Her hair is shoulder length, curly, just the type that I would love to get my fingers in and pull.

“Morning!”

“Holy shit! You scared me,” she yelped. “I couldn’t sleep so I got up and started to cook some breakfast. Your sister clearly stayed up too late watching… eh, uh movies.” I thought her pause was a bit odd, but I guess it was too early for clear thought on first day of break.

“Oh yea, anything worth watching? I was up late dicking around online watching fight clips, but I didn’t even hear you guys.” Our house, while not exorbitantly large, was nice sized with the master bedroom on the second floor opposite side of the house from mine and my sister’s room. And in between our rooms was the gameroom, which is glorious for drunken video game nights with the friend while Mom is away. As a lawyer, that happens pretty damned often.

“Nah. Not really anything too good. Hey, your mom left you and your sister these envelopes on the counter. I had to move them while I was mixing the pancakes. Want some?” She turned around with envelope in hand and I walked towards her. I got to take in a damn good view; she was not wearing a bra. Very striking hazel eyes, and slightly freckled on the cheeks. I really find that very, very cute.

“Eh, erm. Uh, XYZ.” She said and looked away. I looked down; oh shit, these boxers are not the ones that I have that close up in the front. I reached down and pinned my cock to my legs, but the damage was done. My mind raced for a funny and disarming comment.

“Sorry, he does that sometimes. You’re in your panties and you know how these things are. Bad, bad!” I said as I looked down at my fellow friend.

“Hah! No, no I wouldn’t. Here’s the letter.” She handed me the envelope, still blushing, and quickly turned around to face the stove. Her tits didn’t move or jiggle, so they had to be pert. Man, she really is beautiful.

“Oh, eh um I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t offend.” I started to open the letter and saw a hint of green in the corner. I opened it and there was definitely some green. A lot of it.

“Hey honey. I want you to have a great summer, so here is some spending money. Spend it well, but don’t burn through it too fast. You’ve got three months! I’ll be out until Sunday with a client, so relax and enjoy the start of your break. One more year and you won’t be so lucky! And please, please no house parties.” The letter was typed and had her signature on it. Sad, she works hard, makes great money, but doesn’t really treat herself right. She’s always said it was so my sister and I could have a great future, I just wish she was a part of the present. Anyways, I counted it and there was 5 grand in there! 50 $100 bills! Oh man, now that’s just too sweet.

“Wow, is that what I think it is?”

“Yea, mom’s way of saying have a kickass summer. She’s great to us”.

“Very cool. I’ll be taking your sister’s to her and telling her to take me out to lunch! Speaking of food, care for some pancakes?”

“Yes! But, if you’re going to serve me in panties and a t-shirt, pendik escort I feel I should at least introduce myself! I’m Sam, and you are?”

“Heather. Now where are your plates?” I point to the cabinet next to her and enjoy the view as she reaches up to grab a plate off the shelf. Her shirt lifts up and I can see her lower back has tone to it, but not so much muscular as just fit. Gorgeous.

We sit down and chat while we eat. She’s very polite and seems smart for most of the cheer-leaders I’ve met. She also doesn’t seem to have that stuck up air about her. Her parents are letting her take the summer off and giving her spending money so she doesn’t have to get a job since she’s going to college starting next semester.

I chat a bit about my martial arts and do the whole “I hope I don’t ever have to use them but will be glad to know it if I do” routine so she doesn’t think I’m some alpha male trying to prove I have the bigger cock. I think various fighting circuits make anyone who is into martial arts sound like a total prick. Anyway, I digress.

After about an hour, which was amazingly entertaining, my sister came down. “Hey Krista,” I welcome her.

“Eh, Sam, yea. Breakfast?” She’s clearly still half asleep. I giggle with my new friend as she get’s up to make Krista a plate. My sister is in what I’m guessing to be cheer-leading bottoms, the blooms or whatever, and another oversized t-shirt. She’s hot, but you know, my sister. She’s a redhead, a little on the pasty side, perky b-sized tits, 5′ 8″ (my family is a bit on the tall side, I’m 6′ 2″) and legs that go all the way up. Her eyes are green and she could pierce steel with them.

“Well, here have my seat, I’ll go ahead and get started on dishes” I say to Krista. Our little breakfast nook table only seats two. Using the dining room table is a bit more of an ordeal as you’ve got to put on the covers and the pad and blah blah blah. Stupid $6,000 oak table.

“Woa, somebody must have made a new friend. You? Dishes?”

“Hey, she cooked as the guest and you’re clearly too groggy to do anything” I retort. I stand up and move over to the sink while Heather sits back down with Krista. “What are you two up to today? Oh, and mom’s going to be out for the rest of the week. I was thinking about doing a movie night in the gameroom tonight. You want to have a couple of your friends over?”

Heather hands over the letter to Krista. “Eh, no. Remember last time? It was just too much of a pain to clean up after we had a bunch of people over. Besides, I’m going to spend the next few days just relaxing. Finals were brutal this year”

“Oh, no kidding. I want to drink, sleep, eat and relax for at least a few days” Heather chimes in.

“Well, the three of us then? I can pick up some grub and we can leave mom the money for the alcohol.” Our mom had the policy of we can drink what we want from the liquor cabinet as long as we pay for it, nobody is driving, and nobody does anything stupid. Last I got too drunk and broke a lamp crawling to bed she locked it up for a month. My sister went apeshit on me for that and I’ve learned to be very careful.

“Eh, yea. Heather and I want to hit the mall anyway, especially with my new-found spending supply. Shower time for me! And don’t forget my dish,” Krista said as she handed me her dish.

“Heh. Brat!” I spat at her as I received her dish. Heather winked at me, smiled, and started following my sister up the stairs. I then swear I heard her say “your brother is hot”. Maybe just wishful thinking, and man she is definitely in my wishlist.

I knock out dishes and sit for a bit on the couch. Wednesday TV sucks, but I had some shows queued up on the receiver and watched some for a bit. After a little while I decided to head up to the store and figured it was time for a shower. On my way up I heard the bathroom door open and received a welcomed sight at the top of the stairs. Heather was exiting the bathroom drying her neck with the towel. My timing was impeccable! I inhaled deeply and quickly from the sight and she turned to look at me. Perfect! I took it all in, like a very willed power snapshot for later. She was tanned, the tits were perfect, her hazel eyes stared through me and she had a small landing strip above her perfectly bald pussy which I clearly made the slit out in the hallway. Like a deer in headlights it must have been 10 seconds before she started covering up. Finally, I looked away feigning the gentleman.

“Eh, sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t look away! You can’t blame me though!” I said, hoping not to offend her, just maybe give her the heads up that she’s got my vote.

“Yikes, sorry. No, not your fault. Besides, I guess it is only fair after the view I got this morning. I guess we’re even.” She turned around, and walked down to my sister’s room. Didn’t matter, the image was saved; I was all set.

Rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. I showered, dicked around on-line some, and went to the store for dinner stuff and some munchies. I even grabbed one of the old fashioned bucket-style popcorn escort pendik tubs thinking it might offer me a chance to touch hands with Heather. Hey, call me silly, but that first touch is an important one to get out of the way.

Around 7PM I was watching one of the local fights on my computer. These guys were terrible! I know, I know, it takes balls to get into the ring, and no I haven’t yet, but I want to some day. I’m still deciding on how much I like my face complete with a functioning jaw. You just never know when one punch will land and really wreck your day/week/month/life.

Heather bursts into my room with a giggle and surprises the shit out of me. “Oh! Man and here I was thinking I’d catch you watching porn,” she laughed.

“Yea, but I’d be cock in hand if that was the case and you’d be turning purple right now,” I grinned back at her. We were clearly on chummy terms if she was going to barge into my room like that.

“But you’d be guessing if it was purple from embarrassment or from being turned on.” She quickly started blushing, realizing she just gave up a little too much information.

I decided not to dig and change topics; she was really, really turning purple and became very shy all of a sudden, looking away almost like she was ashamed. “So, you guys ready to watch a movie?”

She exhaled, clearly relieved I didn’t continue on the path we were taking. “Actually, your sister and I could use some help with the bags. What’d you get us for dinner?”

“I got us stuff to make orange chicken. You two can cook or clean. I’ll even let you decide”

I went down and helped them with their bags. I overheard the total was somewhere around $500 for Krista and a couple of hundred for Heather. Krista’s money was definitely not going to survive the summer. They purchased a huge amount of outfits and swimsuits. Although, from the looks of it, calling these strings of cloth swimsuits was probably illegal in most states. I made sure to dig into the bags when I brought them up and they went back down…you know, because I’m a guy and Heather is HOT.

Dinner was a lot of fun with Krista and Heather cooking while I chatted with them. I get along with my sister really well and showing that off to her friends wins bonus points for me. I don’t do it just for her hot friends though, I really do love and care for my sister. I’d go to war for her, and I think deep down she knows it.

“Hey Heather, you ought to show off your new suit and get Sam’s approval.” My sister said as I started picking up our plates. We did eat at the breakfast nook table, it was just a little too cozy and I had to sit at one of the too-tall bar stools. Was fun looking down Heather’s top though.

“Hah. Tell you what, I’ll show off mine if you show off yours first!” I’m guessing she wasn’t quite comfortable showing off her body to me in some beauty contest quite yet. Fortunately for me, she clearly didn’t know my sister too well.

“Deal!” Heather’s look on her face was priceless. She seriously looked like someone had just told her to start stripping.

“Eh, I was just…”

“Nope, come on, ” my sister interrupted. “You said you wanted approval of your new outfit and having me at the store approve wasn’t enough. Now you get to have his vote!” She said as she grabbed Heather’s hand.

Oh hell yes. I furiously start doing the dishes. I want to be sitting down for this bundle of joy headed my way. “Hey Krista, here I’ll cover it” I say as my mind realizes how to make this situation way smoother. I reach down and grab a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet. Hard to beat classy with a nice Cabernet. It isn’t the thing most teens drink, but hey, this stuff messes you up just as quickly as beer. She grabs it, winks knowingly, and grabs her friend’s hand again as they head back up the stairs. Heather turns around looking for help from me and I wink and smile at her.

I finish the dishes in about 5 minutes flat and head to the living room. We have a big l-shaped couch facing a 50″ wall mounted LCD TV. I take the end of it so I can stretch out. The tube doesn’t have much to offer, so I start to flip through some of the on demand movies. We’ve got this one channel that has some rather, ahem, unrated flicks under the “late night” section that I look through just out of curiosity. Woa…most of these have “resume” on them, which implies someone was enjoying them. Was this what my sister and friend were watching last night? Hey, holy shit. This one is a lesbian flick, and it is half over! I quickly flip back to the play list for normal average flicks and find the new zombie movie I’ve been looking to see. Luckily, my discovery was made with enough time for me to find the new flick because I hear my sister and Heather coming down the stairs.

I look and they’re both wrapped in towels. Clearly nervous.

My sister starts up, “Sit in the middle. And this is a no-touching event, anyone who touches will be asked to leave immediately!”

I feign a groan as if that was unexpected. My sister’s towel drops first. pendik escort bayan Now, no I have never had thoughts for my sister. That would just be weird. However, I now have a raging 8″ hardon as she comes into view. She’s in a two piece solid brown swimsuit. She’s pale and the contrast immediately brings attention to her tits, hips, and vagina. My mouth drops, and no I can’t help it. I stare, taking it all in, and then I see it. The faintest wisps of pubic hair coming out from her bikini bottom. Oh man, my imagination is set ablaze with that. Holy fuck. I raise both of my hands for a 10.

“Hah, I thought so! No need to tan with a swimsuit like this!” My sister is proud; she’s beaming. “I’m so going to get laid with this!” She immediately covers her mouth in disbelief that she let it slip in front of her brother.

“You would get whatever you wanted from pretty much any man in the world with that, 10 sis. Very nice!” I close my jaw, regain my composer, and smile as if I was in control the whole time. I really, really don’t want my sister noticing that I was seriously turned on. I then focus my attention on Heather and give her a thumbs up. I want her to know I’ve been waiting for this. “Now for the real show. This is about to make my year.”

Heather beams and steps forward. “I so don’t think I’m ready for this!” She closes her eyes, I assume imagining another scene in another time and another place. The towel drops.

The two piece she’s in is tiny. It leaves little to the imagination, and I’m so very happy about that. The cloth covers her pussy fully, but the top couldn’t be wider than 3 inches, just covering the nipples but held firmly in place.

I’m stunned. I’m not in control. My hand instinctively reaches out. Her eyes open and she steps back just in time for me to miss out on some delicious skin. “Hey, you can’t put a carrot in front of a horse and not expect him to reach out for it. Just be thankful it wasn’t my tongue!” Heather laughs, not upset in the slightest. My sister giggles, very aware of my arousal.

“Hey bro, that a cucumber in your pants or are you happy to see her?” I look down. Somebody clearly wants out.

“Again, not my fault. Mind of his own and how could I control him with you two in front of me! This game is not fair in the least!”

“Fine, we’ll go get dressed. Find us a movie.”

“Hey, no! I’m enjoying this too much. Bah! Ok, what kind of movie?” I sadly give in as they both cover up, recognizing their control over my little head as he starts to calm down. No, I don’t have a name for him, but I do recognize my cock as a man making decisions on his own.

“Eh, shall we watch the same genre we watch last night?” My sister replied, staring into Heather for a reaction.

“Uh yes, yes horror flicks will be fine,” Heather gets out. Her stammer confirms it. They were watching porn last night. My mind beings to race. Were they masturbating together? Did they watch each other? Did they help? Were there toys? How wet were they? Were they naked together? Should I install a camera into my sister’s bedroom?

“I found the new zombie flick. Comedy plus zombies can’t be anything less than gold. Everyone in?”

“Oh, the one with Woody in it?” Heather queries.

“Yep. I’ll cook up some popcorn and then set it up in the gameroom. Beer, wine, shots, mixed drinks?”

“How about margaritas started with a round of shots of tequila? Heather, you up for it?” Krista pipes up. Man, my sister is an angel. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was trying to get Heather to loosen up and fuck me. That is so fucking cool of her.

“Yea, I told my mom I was crashing here tonight. That works for me! Been a while since I had a good margarita.”

“I’m going to help Sam make them and bring the shots up, you want to go ahead and get dressed? I’ll be up in a second.” Krista winks at her friend.

“Sure, be in the gameroom in 20!” Heather starts up the stairs.

My sister looks as if she’s waiting to say something to me as I head over to the liquor cabinet. She puts her hand on my chest to stop me as she watches her friend go up the stairs. Quietly, she whispers, “You be very fucking nice to her. She’s got the hots for you, she’s a good person, she’s my friend, and she’s a virgin. You fuck her over and you’re going to get it. Bad. Oh, and one more thing, this works out for you and you totally fucking owe me. If you don’t agree, I’m going to go up there and ruin it for you by telling her you chatted me up about how you were going to fuck my friend up the ass. You won’t stand a chance when I’m done.”

“Sis, I like her. We chatted for over an hour this morning. And I appreciate the help, really, so anything you want, you’ll get. Relax, I’ve never fucked over one of your friends, and I’m not going to start now. Hell, she’s not fuck material, she’s girlfriend material. She’s cool as hell!” I was serious about not fucking over her friends. Sure, I like to play, but I don’t like drama. If I’m looking for a relationship, I tell them that. If I’m just looking for a fuck, I let them know. Hey, you’d be surprised how many women I’ve met that are just fine with a good time as long as they understand it up front. No mess, no fuss, no drama, no hurt feelings, and most importantly, no pissed off sister.

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Disclaimer: The following events are entirely fictional, while the story itself should be considered to be a work of parody. I do not have permission from the Disney Corporation for the use of its Attractions, Theme Parks or Characters. The resemblance of any characters to actual Disney Cast Members is entirely coincidental.

*****

I felt like a big kid again; memories from my childhood flashed across my mind’s eye. For the first time in ten years, I was walking down the middle of Main Street, USA, and I couldn’t resist breaking into a little dance as I heard ‘A Star is Born’ – an upbeat jazz number from the movie ‘Hercules’ – burst forth from the speakers. Truly, the ‘Disney Magic’ was flooding though me, and I realised that I would have a chance, for a few days at least, to forget the mountain of work which waited for me back in England.

On the corner, I passed by the famous ‘Casey’s Corner’, and inhaled the heady smell of hotdogs, mustard and fried onions. A Cast Member in a striped ‘old time’ baseball uniform gave a friendly wave as he emerged from within the building, struggling to squeeze through the crowd that was already thronging the main part of the diner; I smiled back, casually saluting in the manner of a ball player approaching the plate, and decided to make a point of coming back to the restaurant for lunch.

Although it was was barely 10am, the Park was full of people, and it took about fifteen minutes for me to fight my way up the length of Main Street. The turrets of Cinderella’s Castle rose high into the clear blue Florida sky, the heavy rains of the previous night a mere memory as the temperatures once again soared, and I heard children gasping as the sunlight glinted off the golden pinnacles of the towers. A great cheer went up as ‘Cinderella’ emerged from great front gate, her trademark ball-gown billowing around her and her blonde hair shining almost as brightly as the towers of her Castle.

I smiled to myself. Even at twenty-five, I could still remember the first time that my parents had brought me to The Magic Kingdom, and a twinge of nostalgia knotted my stomach as I recalled the feeling of innocent wonder at seeing my Disney heroes seemingly come to life before my eyes. Nowadays, I knew the truth, but there was no harm in playing along with the fantasy; after all, a magician is nothing more than a skilled illusionist, but you still enjoy watching the tricks unfold, even after you learn the secret.

‘Cinderella’ was passing by me now, and I was on the point of turning to make my way towards the Castle itself when I met her sparkling blue eyes, and instinctively flashed her a warm smile. The Princess held out a gloved hand, expecting me to shake it, but I was struck by a sudden ‘Disney Magic’ moment; instead of the anticipated gesture, I bowed my head, raised her hand in mine, and gently kissed the back of fingers. “Charmed, Your Highness,” I said as a straightened up, though the Cast Member appeared rather shocked by my piece of improvisation, and a flush of red was visible on her cheeks.

Nonetheless, she took it in her stride, and inclined her head gently towards me, preserving the illusion. “Have a nice day hun.” I heard her whisper in a Southern drawl, making as if to move off down the line, “I can see that Prince Charming might be having some competition!” I grinned back at her as she gave me a conspiratorial wink, but our exchange was interrupted by the arrival of a group of schoolchildren awaiting a photo opportunity with the Princess. ‘Cinderella’ turned and gave them a dignified, regal-looking wave for the benefit of the crowd, smiled at me over her shoulder, and moved off.

I let out a low snigger as I carried on towards Fantasyland, musing over the idea of challenging ‘Prince Charming’ to a duel. Knowing my luck, ‘Cinderella’ had probably been referring some real-life boyfriend, who would most likely turn out to be built like the broad side of a barn, with the muscles of a prize-winning Texas Longhorn to match. In all honesty, I hated confrontation of any kind, so I couldn’t really picture myself getting into a fight; no, far better to look elsewhere, unless ‘Charming’ was in the mood for a threesome of course…

Passing through the castle gate and leaving Main Street far behind me, I could see the tall, thin figure of Merlin the Enchanter standing by the stone and anvil which held King Arthur’s sword, encouraging children and adults alike to try their luck in proving themselves the ‘Once and Future King.’ Another of the princesses – Belle this time – was making her way to the meet-and-greet pavilion next to ‘It’s a Small World’, her gold dress shining in the late-morning sun and her dark brown hair flowing down over her shoulders.

However, my gaze was drawn to the parade approaching from the direction of Adventureland; the five Muses were sashaying their way along the street, and I could clearly see the short, plump, devastatingly voluptuous figure of ‘Thalia’ among them. True, it was some seventeen years since I had first seen ‘Hercules’ at my local cinema, and beşiktaş türbanlı escort the Muses had only impacted upon my seven-year-old self in respect of my love of jazz, soul and blues music. However, that was before I hit puberty, after which time I found myself irrevocably drawn to ‘Big, Beautiful Women,’ and my opinion of the movie changed dramatically.

Watching ‘Hercules’ as an adult, I suddenly began to spot all of the sexual in-jokes which had previously gone straight over my head. I fell in love – at least as much as one can where a cartoon character is concerned – with ‘Thalia’ and her sassy, flirtatious personality. She seemed to me to represent the classic BBW archetype: bold, brassy, energetic and vivacious, with a sexual fire that seemed to be drawn from the very earth itself. Overnight, the busty, bubbly Muse of Comedy dethroned Jessica Rabbit as my

female Disney character.

Obviously, I knew that the woman in the parade was an actress, but something in her movements suggested that she possessed a great deal of the ‘spirit’ of the character whom she portrayed. I heard the song ‘Zero to Hero’ boom forth from the concealed sound system, and the ‘Muses’ broke into their main song-and-dance routine. ‘Thalia’ threw herself around in a vamping freestyle jive, and I let out a loud whoop – much louder than I had intended – as she bounced and shimmied in front of me, her full curves rippling inside the folds of her chiton.

‘Thalia’ had definitely heard it, because she spun round and strutted up to me, her big dark eyes locked on mine and her hands on her swaying hips. As she reached me, she tossed her head as if to say “you ain’t got a chance,” snapping her fingers in front of my face and turning dramatically on her heel, giving me a teasing wink as she did so. However, when she was only a few paces away, I saw her look back at me over her shoulder and mouth the words “back entrance, ten minutes.” I stared at her, wondering if I’d imagined it, but I saw her point at me as she rejoined the other ‘Muses,’ and surreptitiously nod in the direction of the Castle.

Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly retraced my steps, ducking out of sight of the crowds down a dead-end service ramp to the right of the plinth in which Arthur’s sword still stood, transfixed and unmoved. It had taken me about five minutes to fight my way through the rest of the thronging visitors along the parade-route, and five more to locate the most likely spot for the anticipated rendezvous. Since it was highly likely that I’d got lost in ‘the moment’ and misinterpreted ‘Thalia’s’ signals, I wasn’t planning to hang around on a wild goose chase; after all, I had no wish to get thrown out of the Park for trespassing…

Just as I was about to give up, I heard the door at the bottom of the ramp creak open, and I gasped as ‘Thalia’s’ head emerged from around the doorframe. “In here, quick!” she whispered, smiling at me and waving furiously as I stood gaping like a fish. The woman’s voice was rich and deep, with a voice that suggested a Midwest origin; in fact, she sounded a dead ringer for ‘Thalia’ herself. My lack of a response clearly frustrated her, because the next thing I heard was a cry of “Move it you idiot!” and I dashed down the ramp and through the door, letting it bang shut behind me.

As I did so, ‘Thalia’ grabbed hold of my wrist, and I found myself being dragged along a corridor that ran up towards the Great Hall. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and I almost stumbled and fell as she led me through the winding backstage passages. However, instead of heading for the main body of the Castle, the woman – whoever she was – suddenly swung round a corner and pushed me into what appeared to be a service elevator; when the lift doors opened, a few moments later, I could tell that we were at least fifty feet above the Park.

As ‘Thalia’ led me out of the lift and through a rather plain-looking door, the breath was practically knocked out of my body by what I saw. The room in which we now stood was the fabled ‘Cinderella Castle Suite’; the most exclusive hotel room in the Park. The bedroom was dominated by two ornate queen-size beds, with a huge chaise-longue and sofa in the lounge area; the floor was inlaid with tiles depicting Cinderella’s coach, while a massive portrait of the princess dominated the far wall. ‘Thalia’ sat down on the chaise-longue, stretching out her legs and kicking off her sandals, then beckoned me over to her, smiling at my stunned expression.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve brought you here?” She asked me as I slowly lowered myself onto the sofa. I was still too surprised to speak; I just stared around the room and nodded dumbly as she reached out a hand and gently closed my gaping mouth, stroking my face with her chubby fingers. “I thought that, given your reaction during the parade, you might enjoy a little ‘private’ performance?” She swung herself around so that her legs dangled across the arm of the sofa and her small dainty feet rested lightly in my lap. beşiktaş ucuz escort

“Are you always this articulate?” She asked, clearly struggling to suppress a giggle. I recognised the reference to the movie immediately, and grinned back at her, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa. Slowly, ‘Thalia’ lifted one foot so that the instep rubbed against the underside of my chin, and I tentatively laid a hand on her calf so that her toes rested in the crook of my elbow. I felt the woman flex her foot, the sole now pushing against my bicep. “Did they give you a name to go with all those rippling muscles?” She enquired in languid tones, giving me another wink as she looked up at me through long lashes.

“Of course.” I smiled as I let my hand slide up her leg to squeeze the flesh of her ample thigh. “I’m Dave, but my friends all call me ‘Wonderboy.'” I had thought about telling her that my name was ‘Hercules’, but that would have been laughable; I couldn’t believe that ‘Thalia’ had failed to notice either my own chubby frame or my short stature. Still, my response clearly entertained her, because she bent her right leg so that her foot, rather than resting in my lap, now pressed down on the bulge that had formed rapidly in my shorts.

I let out a gasp as I felt her rub my cock through the material, a shiver running up my spine; I was still massaging her thigh with my left hand, and now moved my right hand on top of her foot, stroking her toes as she pushed down on my hard-on. “What do they call you then?” I asked in a hushed voice, struggling to maintain my composure. “I’m guessing that ‘Thalia’ isn’t your real name, as much as it suits you.” The woman smiled again, throwing back her head dramatically and drawing her hands up her body to emphasise her curves, cupping her large breasts and jiggling them so that they rolled around on her chest.

“Robin.” She said simply, her eyes locked on mine as she pinched her nipples through the thin material of her chiton, “and yes, before you ask, this is all me.” I felt her tug her foot free from under my hand, lessening the pressure on my now throbbing cock, and I let out a small whimper. Then, she lifted her left leg out from the crook of my arm and swung off the chaise-longue, standing in front of me with one strap of her chiton hanging from her shoulder. “I suppose you’ll want to help me take this off then?”

“What if someone catches us?” I found myself asking nervously, as a sudden panic shot through my mind. True, I was feeling extremely horny, and it was obvious that Robin – it felt much better knowing her real name – was up for a good deal of fun; on the other hand, I’d heard stories of couples receiving lifetime bans from the Disney Parks after being spotted indulging in illicit hanky-panky. As much as I was relishing the chance of playing with this gorgeous woman in the most exclusive hotel room in the Magic Kingdom, I wanted to at least be able to come back for another ride!

“Don’t worry about that honey.” Robin grinned as she took hold of my wrists and pulled me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me so that I was smothered in a warm, tight embrace. “The other girls are on sentry duty downstairs just in case, but to be honest, no-one’s supposed to come up here for hours.” She kissed me lightly on the cheek and slid one hand down onto my arse as she gently pushed her hips forward. “After all, why do you think I decided to bring you up here?”

I swallowed hard as I felt my bulge press up against the bottom of Robin’s belly; she was a good three inches shorter than me, and her large bosom was pancaking against my chest and stomach. I could feel her nipples stiffening under the material of her chiton, and she wiggled her body tantalisingly so that every curve jiggled and rippled between us. As Robin slowly relinquished her hold, I joined her in tugging the thin garment over her head, revealing a set of lingerie which, though functional, still made my cock twitch and strain against the confines of my shorts.

Like ‘Thalia,’ Robin had dark olive-coloured skin and her eyes were so dark that they were almost black; however, she had undone her topknot so that her short auburn hair framed her round, chubby face, drawing my gaze to her soft lips. Her bra and panties were a similar colour to her skin – doubtless so that they didn’t show up under her costume – and made of plain cotton. The shape that they gave to her body was still wonderful, and I shyly reached out to brush my hand across one of the bra cups, lingering for a moment on the turgid nipple.

As I continued to caress her breasts through the soft material, Robin slipped her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, breaking out into a fit of laughter as she revealed the boxer shorts that I had purchased from the Disney Store a few days previously. “Mmm…” she mused, her finger stroking the Tigger motif on my left thigh; “I hope that you’re going to enjoy bouncing with me…after all, I have to uphold my reputation as a Goddess!” She gave my arse beşiktaş üniversiteli escort another light slap and began to massage my cock with both hands, moaning slightly as it throbbed under her fingers.

“It feels like you’ve got a lovely big dick sweetie!” Robin whispered, leaning in and planting a soft, teasing kiss on my lips, “and those strong hands feel so nice on my big fat tits. Do you like how soft and heavy they are?” By way of an answer, I hefted the two huge mounds of breast flesh and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze, fiercely returning the kiss and letting out a long growl as I felt her tongue gliding over mine. Then, I flung my arms around Robin’s shoulders and hugged her tight, crushing her to me as I unhooked the clasp of her substantial bra, our lips still locked together.

As we parted, the garment slid off of her shoulders, and I fell to my knees as her wonderful bosom was revealed in all its glory. Robin’s massive breasts sagged without the support of her bra, and rested on her lovely plump belly; however, they were still large and full, and capped by big dark areolae that highlighted her fat juicy nipples. Now unable to reach my crotch, Robin took my head in her hands and pulled me towards her, smothering my face between her jiggling mounds; instinctively, I took a nipple between my teeth and began to suck furiously, using both hands to fondle each warm, soft tit in turn.

“Oh, you wonderful boy!” I heard her cry out, the voice muffled slightly due to Robin’s hands being clamped tight over my ears. The stiffness in my pants was now almost too painful to bear, and I shifted my body so that I was in a position to grind my crotch against her leg. Robin let go of my head and tousled my hair playfully, the other hand now snaking into her cotton panties. “You’re just like a horny puppy aren’t you? And look, you’ve made your Goddess’ fat pussy nice and wet!” Robin had obviously slipped back into character, and I could smell the heady, musky aroma of her juices as she rubbed her clit in unison with my grinding hips.

She grinned down at me, ignoring the fact that my face was still buried in her ample bosom. “I think I might just have to put you on a leash if you carry on like that!” I let go of her nipple with a loud, wet ‘pop’, and growled playfully as I continued to hump her leg; gazing up at her, I made what I hoped were suitably ‘puppy-dog’ eyes, my tongue lolling out of my mouth in imitation of my neighbours’ Labrador Retriever. “Good boy.” Robin smiled approvingly, raising me to my feet with her free hand. “I know you want to cum for me, but we’re going to do this properly.”

With one hand still buried in her panties, she slipped the other into my boxers and grasped my stiff dick. She may have had chubby fingers, but Robin’s grip was strong and firm, and she led me like a lamb into the bathroom, directing me to sit in a chair facing the huge whirlpool tub that took up one corner of the room. “Well what are you waiting for?” she panted, fingering her pussy furiously and mauling one of her huge, swaying breasts with her free hand, tugging on the stiff nipple as she did so. “Get those pants off and show me how you like to work that fat cock!”

I leapt to my feet, struggling to free myself from the confines of my boxers, and almost toppled over as they snagged around my ankles; Robin looked like she wanted to laugh, but she was clearly too turned on for that. Seated on the side of the tub, the crotch of her panties now semi-transparent, I could see that she had at least two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, with her thumb pressed hard against her clit. Finally releasing my feet, I practically tore my t-shirt off and advanced towards her, my rampant cock bouncing around as it stuck out like the bowsprit of a sailing yacht.

A long rattling moan escaped Robin’s throat as I finally stood naked before her, and I saw the fire of lust burning in her dark eyes. My still-swaying dick was level with the huge expanse of her bosom, and I was seized by the urge to dive back between those lovely soft mounds. However, before I could do anything, she suddenly let go of the nipple which she had been pinching in time with the rhythm of her finger-fucking, and grabbed hold of my aching balls, rolling them around and giving me a slow, teasing squeeze.

My head started to spin as Robin caressed the sensitive skin behind my sac, her middle finger stretching out so that it almost reached the crack of my arse. Then, she leaned forward, head swaying like a snake, and began to slowly flick her hot, wet tongue against the end of my cock, gradually letting the bulging tip slide between her lovely soft lips. As I felt her hot mouth clamp tight around me, I found myself instinctively pinching and tugging my own nipples, reaching out to try and fondle one of Robin’s fat tits at the same time.

Unfortunately, our body positions didn’t admit to such acrobatics, but I shifted my weight forward so that her swaying mounds were squashed up against my thighs. “Oh my God, that feels so fucking good!” I panted, eyes almost bulging out of my head as she took a couple more inches into her mouth, her lips now closed tight around my shaft. I could tell that Robin was still furiously fingering her pussy, because her body started to shudder, and she slid off the tub and onto her knees, moaning around my throbbing length as she was overtaken by the force of her orgasm.

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At the corner of Oak and Maple Streets in the heart of America is a block of homes much like you might find anywhere else. The folks who live in these upper middle class homes are among the most respected in town. But, they have many secrets especially when it comes to their sex lives.

After writing a couple of chapters of the “Oak Street” series I thought it might be helpful to readers to give an overview of the neighborhood and a summary of its residents. The first part of this selection is intended to be a handy reference that readers can refer to while reading other chapters in case they get confused as to who is doing what to whom. Of course, the last part will have some good old fashioned illicit love making that you read these stories for.

The chapters don’t have numbers like a lot of series do as they are in alphabetical order. The first chapter is “Oak Street Secrets” which is followed by “Oak Street Summer” and unless I fall off the face of the earth the series will conclude with the neighborhood Christmas party in “Oak Street Yuletide.” I don’t know how many chapters the series will have as I really want to explore the kinky ways of these people in this seemingly conservative block.

Other people may drop in from time to time or be added but the story revolves around seven households: The Allen’s, The Goldman’s, The Nelsons, the Olson’s, The Petersons, the Rashid’s, and my favorite sensual widow Inga Fiskin.

Where They Live:

Allen Family, 400 Maple Street around the corner from the Nelson’s; their backyards are separated by only a privacy fence.

Nelson family lives at 101 Oak Street on the corner on the west side of the street.

Inga Fiskin lives at 105 Oak Street next door to the Nelson family also on the west side of the street.

Goldman family lives at 109 Oak Street next to Inga Fiskin also on the west side of the street.

Rashid family lives at 102 Oak Street on the east side of the street directly across the street from the Nelsons.

Olson family lives at 106 Oak Street on the east side of the street next door to the Rashid’s and directly across the street from Inga Fiskin.

Peterson family lives at 110 Oak Street on the east side of the street next to the Olson’s and directly across the street from the Goldman’s.

The Families

The Allen Family consists of Ron and Judy Allen and their three kids. Their oldest son George is 23 and is living the single life in another state. Their daughter Gracie is 21 and still lives at home and at 38-24-36 is a cock slut who has no problem satisfying her desires. Paul is 18 and as our story opens is going out with Linda Goldman and just beginning to experience new sexual adventures.

Ron and Judy feel out of place on Maple Street so have been welcomed into the Oak Street social circle. They have never told any of the families on Oak Street that they are swingers but like most such secrets this one’s days are numbered. Both of them sense that their neighbors ogle their perfect bodies but resist doing anything to ruin their friendships. Little did they know that the straight laced people of Oak Street would have loved to take both of them to bed.

The Nelson family is the family I would most like to spend the night with especially in bed with the twins. Maggie is the high school principal and her husband Roger is the school’s football coach. Their twins Jerry and Janice have just graduated from high school and are having lots of sexual awakenings.

Inga Fiskin had been a nymphomaniac until her husband died a couple of years ago. She is sixty years old and did, in fact, compete in the Miss America pageant 40 years ago finishing in the top ten. The only signs of aging are a few gray hairs on her head and in her bush. Otherwise her 38D boobs are still as firm as they were when she was twenty and she has a slender waist leading to a nicely proportioned rump.

Peggy and John Goldman have only one child named Linda who is 18 years old. While Peggy is one of the hottest ladies in the neighborhood her D cup tits looked small next to her daughter’s EE cups. Until this summer Peggy had been faithful to John but had just found out he had stepped out on her so she decided to have her own fun. She loved John and wouldn’t leave him and it wasn’t just the fact that he had the biggest cock she had ever seen at nine inches.

Ben Rashid adored his wife Betty but even though they had frequent sex there were some kinky things that Betty didn’t always feel like doing. To satisfy his lustful ways Betty allowed him to look around for women that would fulfill his kinkier desires as long as he didn’t ask questions about how she fulfilled her own deviant behaviors. Ben didn’t know Betty was pregnant and was due to give birth around New Year’s Eve. Betty was determined that the pregnancy would not keep her from her fetishes or fucking Ben every chance she got.

Mike and Sue Olson were proud of the kids Rex Age 18 and Patty age 19. Rex was one of the stars of the football team and was being offered a college scholarship. türbanlı escort His sister Patty was already on scholarship to college as a volleyball player. Rex couldn’t help but admire Patty’s long slender legs and she couldn’t help but gaze at his perfect six pack. Mike and Sue at times seemed out of place in this educated neighborhood as he was a supervisor at a nearby assembly plant and Sue had been a server at Hooters when they met. Mike was crude but Sue liked this about him as it could cause her cunt to tingle.

Tom and Bonnie Peterson had been the first of the families to move into the neighborhood and had raised both Tammy and Bill there. Tom was the local bank President and Bonnie was the high school guidance counselor. At six feet and 185 pound with strands of silver hair amongst the black Tom always had woman of all ages flirting with him. Bonnie was about ten years younger then Tom and was filled with sexual energy.

Their son Bill who was 20 years old was home for the summer from school and was about to make many discoveries both across the street and under his own roof. Tammy was of slight build and didn’t have her 18th birthday until August. All of the guys thought of her as their perfect baby girl.

How it started

The first I heard of the lust among the families on Oak Street was when I heard the story of Janice and Jerry Nelson fucking each other. But, it seems there were a few events that preceded the twins encounter. It might be easier to understand why some things happen later on if you know about the early days of that spring in the seemingly normal neighborhood. It was a cool February evening when things first heated up.

Mike and Sue Olson had gone to bed early that evening which was very unusual for them. Rex didn’t mind as he could watch whatever he wanted on television. But, he never made it into the living room to watch his favorite shows as when he was coming down the hall from using the bathroom he heard the familiar sounds of love making coming from his parent’s room. He paused outside their door and listened.

Instinctively his hand found the bulge in his pants which he gently caressed. Then he noticed something unusual the door wasn’t quite closed all of the way. Mike and Sue had been in such a hurry that they hadn’t double checked to see that it was fully latched. Peering through the one inch crack Rex got an eyeful of his nude parents.

His mother’s boobs were jiggling as she leaned over Mike giving his large cock a blow job. Rex pushed the door open another couple of inches confident that they wouldn’t notice. Then the boy unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist around his manhood and began furiously pumping himself. He hoped to catch all of his cum in his hand so that he wouldn’t get caught. His dad’s moans grew louder as he was obviously about to cum.

His mother’s slurping and sucking got faster and harder. Then Rex saw her gulping as she swallowed his father’s spunk. Then, Rex was surprised when she lifted her face from Mike’s member and continued to flog him spraying cum in her face and on her beautiful boobs. Letting go she demanded, “OK Mike it is my turn, bastard.”

The lovers shifted position so that Rex got a full view of his mom’s very bushy twat for the first time. The boy’s flogging of his rod got harder as he bumped the door about halfway open. He saw his dad whisper something to his mom before taking a position between her legs. Sue seductively played with her tits as she ground her pelvis in Mike’s face. Rex could hear his dad suck up the juices that flowed from Sue.

This was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. Then out of the blue his mom kicked his dad in the back. Abruptly Mike got up and grabbed Rex’s wrist before he had time to react. He pulled the boy next to the bed saying, “Rex if you want to watch you might as well have a front row seat. Stand here right next to the bed.”

Rex mumbled something incoherent as his father resumed eating out his mom’s cunt. Impressed by his large pecker his mom smiled up at him and said, “Rex go ahead and play with yourself it is perfectly natural. Mike our son has a big fucking cock. I think it might be bigger than yours.”

“I know he is a real chip off of the old block,” Mike responded slapping his son on the back as he looked up to see what Sue was talking about. Slowly Rex began playing with himself as his mom was putting on a show for him playing with her globes, licking her lips, and even blowing him a couple of kisses.

Sue was rubbing Mike’s cum into her boobs and face. She could tell her son was totally blown away by what he was seeing but to her surprise she wanted him to do a lot more than play with himself. Gingerly she reached over and caressed Rex’s thigh and whispered to him, “You can shoot your load on my boobies if you want to honey.”

Rex’s jaw dropped at this suggestion. Looking down at his father he noticed that Mike only seemed to be even more into what he was doing. Mike looked up at Rex and grinned as if telling his son ümraniye escort to do what his mom told him to do. Excited Rex took a step forward and flogged himself even harder and grunted, “Oh god this is unbelievable.”

Sue closed her eyes as she laid back in ecstasy. She was reveling at the thought of having two big cocks at her disposal. Opening her eyes again she noticed that her son’s face was contorted obviously not far from cumming himself. She poured a river of honey into Mike’s mouth as she came for the first time.

She just had to touch her son’s manhood so without saying anything she reached up and knocked his hand away and wrapped her fist around his pecker. Rex wasn’t sure what to do with his hands so just stood there awkwardly watching the unfolding scene. Sue raised her mouth to her son’s cock and kissed the tip and called out, “Mike fuck me now.”

To Rex’s surprise as soon as she gave her husband the order she swallowed up the top half of her son’s erection. She sucked him with a vacuum power like he had never felt before as she placed one of his hands on her big jugs. Now up on his knees Mike rammed his cock into Sue’s cunt as her hips thrust up to meet him.

“Boy, your mom is quite a cock sucker isn’t she? But, her blow job doesn’t feel half as good as fucking her tight little cunt.” The boy was in a near state of shock as his mom was now wildly mouth fucking him while he kneaded her tit flesh.

But, if that was shocking he was totally blown away when his dad reached over and played with his balls and then grabbed his face and planted a sexy kiss right in his mouth. He was so close to cumming that he just returned the kiss not wanting to do anything to stop the action his cock was receiving.

Mike’s face turned bright red as he emptied his spunk into Sue’s cunt. Hearing the loud grunt from his dad sent Rex over the edge and he began pouring his jism into his mother’s mouth. As she had done with her husband’s cock she pulled his pole out and made her son shoot his sticky juice all over her face and chest whispering, “Rex, would you like to fuck your mom?”

“Damn right I would,” he quickly answered so turned on that he had no concern at that moment that this was incest. His father moved out of their way as Sue motioned for Rex to lay on the bed. In a flash Sue straddled her son’s hips with his cum dripping from her tits.

“Ok son show me what you’ve got, mother fucker,” she purred smiling as she pushed his big prick into her opening. Her son moaned loudly as her pussy gulped his entire member up. Meanwhile Mike had rejoined them and was kissing Sue and playing with Rex’s cum that still covered her tits.

Here have a taste of your mom’s pussy boy,” Mike demanded turning away from Sue lightly placing his cock on Rex’s mouth. Rex debated what to do for a second or two but decided to roll with the flow and parted his lips. He flicked his tongue across the base of his dad’s cock liking what he tasted. Patiently Mike waited for Rex to take him into his mouth and reached over to his wife and caressed her body as she rode up and down on their son. Rex swallowed up half of his dad’s prick as the muscles of his mom’s cunt worked masterfully on his erection bringing him closer to cumming in his mom’s cunt.

The sensations were overpowering for the boy as soon his dad’s hot seed was pouring into his mouth as he shot a big load in his mom’s snatch as she screamed out in total delight. Once they were finished with their son his mom sent him back to his room where he quickly fell asleep. Mike and Sue snuggled together glad to have a new sex partner that they would be able to share.

Early the next morning after playing around with her husband and sending him off to work Sue went to her son’s room and saw him laying their fast asleep on his back. There was a tent in the covers where his cock stood at attention. Gently she pulled back the covers and found him laying there totally naked. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began stroking up and down as his eyes blinked open as he spoke, “It wasn’t a dream, and I really did that stuff last night.”

Half laughing she responded, “No, Rex it wasn’t a dream at all you are quite a mother fucker. I just came in to let you know you can fuck me anytime you want in any of my holes, and that goes for your dad as well. To answer your question both your dad and I are bisexual and love threesomes. So, anytime you are having trouble getting girls to put out just ask and my cunt is yours no matter when you want it.

Rex knew he was in heaven now as he gazed up at his mother in her silky short negligee and hot bikini panties still pumping his rod. He couldn’t help but wonder for a second whether his sister, Patty, had fucked their parents or would be willing to fuck him. But his eyes quickly refocused on his sexy mom with incredible lust, “How about right now mom? I want to kiss your pussy; you didn’t let me do that last night.”

Sue felt a tingle of excitement in her twat. Giving her son’s pecker an extra hard acıbadem escort squeeze she climbed up beside him into a sixty nine position on his bed. Grabbing a hold of his big cock with both hands she ground her silky crotch in her son’s face purring, “My cunt is all yours sweet Rex. Do a good job and you can fuck mommy.”

She was teasing him, of course, but Rex certainly did not want to disappoint his mother. After all, he wanted to fuck around with her morning, noon, and night. He started off slowly caressing and kissing her crotch through the sensual garment. As he started to pull her panties down her slender thighs she lifted her hips allowing him to easily get the undies out of the way. Sue licked and sucked slowly on his cock as her son got her juices flowing with his passionate licking and nibbling at her twat.

In no time both lover’s gushed their cum into each other’s mouths. As soon as they erupted into each other’s mouths Sue pulled her son on top of her. She crushed him against her chest smashing her tits while hungrily kissing him. Huskily she pleaded with her son, “Oh God, Rex Fuck me get that ever loving cock of yours inside of me.”

Wanting to see the full glory of Sue’s boobs her son pulled her nightie up exposing the natural beauty of her D cup melons. Helping her boy out Sue pulled the garment the rest of the way off before putting her arms around his neck. Rex was amazed that how suddenly his cock entered her honey pot as her cunt seemed to draw his cock in like a magnet. Mother and son were on fire as his prick sliced into her very hot cunt.

Her twat seemed even tighter than it had the night before as his pubic bone collided into hers. Pulling back he rammed hard back into the cunt he had emerged from as a baby 18 years ago. Sue diddled her clit and pinched Rex’s nipples as he repeatedly pounded in and out. He yelled, “Shit, this is the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

Sue could feel her cunt muscles spasm at his furious assault and knew she would soak her son’s cock with honey very soon. All she could do was hang on for the ride and squeeze the shit out of the invader in her cunt. To her surprise her son was able to hold off from cumming until she did and then poured a large load of sticky seed inside of her.

Sue was true to her word as over the next several months the parent’s had sex with their son whenever he wanted to. Things seemed to come to a near stop when Patty came home from college. Rex didn’t mind much though as he had now found Janice Nelson across the street.

Rex didn’t know he figured big in another Oak street secret. It seems that Roger Nelson was trying to help him get a football scholarship to college. There was a problem with Rex’s high school credentials as he didn’t have enough high school credits for the bigger schools. So, Roger went to see Rex’s counselor Bonnie Peterson.

“What do you expect me to do about this lazy jock? I told him a year ago that he would be a credit short for the schools that were recruiting him,” the counselor said indignantly when the football coach came into her office. She had admired the coach’s rugged features for a long time and had seen him give her a once over many times.

“I understand that Bonnie but I can’t let that kid screw up the chance of a lifetime to get a first rate education. I’d do about anything if there is some kind of solution you can find to this problem.” As Roger said this he found a bulge growing in his trousers as he couldn’t keep his eyes off the counselor’s tits.

Involuntarily Bonnie licked her lips as she noticed Roger’s crotch and felt warmth in her twat. Slowly she sauntered around her desk and folded her arms under her boobs as she leaned against the front of the desk. Then without warning she reached under her skirt and pulled off her bright yellow bikini panties and laid them beside her and snapped seductively, “Well I may be able to work something out but it depends on how much this boy’s college career means to you.”

Roger almost ran out of the room. He wasn’t exactly sure what this otherwise demure counselor was up to. The thought of what was to come was just too exciting for him so he stayed answering,” It does mean a hell of a lot as he may really make something out of this chance.”

“I see that bulge in your pants; so, for a down payment for all of my work you need to eat my pussy. Then, if I get things set up you will come in here weekly for a progress report and a fuck. Then, this summer you and I will combine for the first score of the year on the football field; take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it, and I promise to do everything you say if the boy succeeds,” the horny man replied. He would have done what she asked without this other stuff. Bonnie laid back on the desk with her skirt around her waist exposing her bare clean shaved cunt already glistening with her juices to him.

“Hurry up, we only have about five minutes until my next appointment,” she pleaded. Walking over Roger gave her tits a tender squeeze before lowering himself to his knees. There was no time to waist so he feverishly licked up and down her slit then quickly found her little nub. Swirling his tongue across her clit in circles he soon had her pelvis humping his face. He felt the first gush of honey after only about two minutes and she came three more times before she was satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Maggie…” Mr. Addemly said.

“But nothing. Deal!” I demanded.

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

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

“Ok,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t.

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god!” Mr. Kennest sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yummm,” I said, teasing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maggie, I’m close,” he said.

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

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

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

“Was it as good as her mother was?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 31.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, we outdid ourselves this time.”

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

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

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

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

~*~*~*~

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

Happy Halloween! Be safe and merry.

-Blondie

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