Exhausted, I lay on my back, arms stiffly standing up into the air.

“Whew! You really know how to tire me out,” my sister murmured next to me, and I turned to smile at her. Despite having just unloaded my seed into her, I couldn’t help but admire her lithe naked body, as her chest heaved, and her auburn hair lay plastered to her head, full of sweat.

It was Sunday morning, and Lisa had wanted to get one last good screw in, before our mom returned from her little vacation with Sarah. Personally, I was dreading her return, not because I didn’t love or miss my mother, but between Lisa, Faith, and now Jenny too, I was sexually worn out. Her return would only mean even more sex in my future, and even though I was still young and had a healthy sex drive, five women were becoming more then I could handle. And then there was Geo…

“I’d better jump in the shower, before we go pick them up,” my sister turned and gave me a quick peck, before dropping her head to my lap, and cleaning me up with her mouth. For some reason she had started doing that, and I was the last person who was going to complain. Even though there was no chance of me getting hard anytime soon, it still felt great. When she was done, she helped pull a pair of shorts onto me, and then left to get herself cleaned up.

The doorbell rang, drawing me from my thoughts and relaxation. It took me a couple seconds to get the door open, but I couldn’t help the grown that escaped me when I saw who’d come calling.

“Your mom should be back this afternoon, so I wanted to get another load from you this morning.” Geo told me with a smile.

“Did I hear the doorbell ring?” Lisa asked, rubbing a towel against her wet hair, and wearing another towel around her waist. It was almost weird to see her covered in the towel, but it dawned on me that she must have put it on because someone was at the door.

There was no way I felt up to getting it on again, so soon after Lisa had just worn me out, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Geo getting pregnant by me, rather than her own brother, John. It wasn’t that I had a problem getting a girl pregnant, but that I didn’t much like the idea of not being a part of that child’s life.

“Oh, it’s you,” I heard Lisa say behind me, as she walked to the front door. “I suppose your here for more of my brother’s sperm?” I noted the unhappy tone in Lisa’s voice, as well as the resignation. She wasn’t too thrilled about the whole thing either.

“Yeah, I figured I might as well get another load, before your mother gets back. John is at some conference this weekend, but he comes home tonight.” Geo said as she stepped past me.

Part of me wondered how she hadn’t become pregnant already. Was she only using it as an excuse to have sex with me, and taking contraceptives? I have already dumped my spunk into her numerous times, and despite her protestations, I knew she enjoyed it. Why then, was she not pregnant yet?

All at once I felt completely overwhelmed, and the word slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. “No.”

“What?” Both Lisa and Geo chimed together.

“No,” I repeated, lifting my gaze to look at Geo, certain about how I felt. “No more. If you want to get pregnant, you are going to have to either talk John into it, or find someone else. I’m done.”

“But…” Geo trailed off, and if I hadn’t felt bad for her, I would have laughed at the way her mouth hung open as she looked at me, not comprehending what I’d just told her. “But…”

“You heard him,” Lisa said, coming up, and placing her hands on my cast covered shoulder as she gave me a soft peck on the cheek. “If you want to get pregnant that badly, go talk to your brother, and leave mine alone.”

Geo closed her mouth as she stared hard at us, before turning around and slamming the door shut behind her. I hoped John would change his mind, for Geo’s sake. Geo was a great girl, and there was no denying her sexual prowess, but I realized that I really needed to cut back on my women. Too many was just too many.

“Thank you, Jason,” Lisa whispered into my ear. “I don’t know what made you change your mind, but I think I know a way to reward you.” Her hand deftly slid inside my waistband, and grasped my flaccid cock, trying to bring it back to life. Good as it felt, I couldn’t be dishonest with her.

“I didn’t do it for you,” I told her, as kindly as I could. “I did it for me.” Lisa’s hand snapped out of my shorts quicker than I thought possible, as she walked in front of me, a curious expression on her face. “I’m worn out, and exhausted from too much sex,” I told her. “I never thought a man could feel that way, but I need a little break.” It was the wrong thing to say.

“A little break?” I could hear the heat in her voice, and I cringed. “I thought you did it because you loved me, but you only need a little break. I suppose that means from me too?”

“Wait, Lisa, no!” I tried to protest, but she spun and stormed down the hallway, her towel falling from her halfway to her room, and she let it stay erzurum escort on the floor. Even angry, her ass looked great as it slipped into her bedroom and a second door was slammed that morning.

Sighing to myself, I walked over to the towel, and using my foot, flipped it up, and caught it on my right cast. I knocked on her door, and could just make out her muffled crying on the other side. “Go away!” she screamed through the door, but I couldn’t leave her like that.

I tried the door, and found it unlocked. Taking this as a good sign that she really didn’t want me to leave her alone, I stepped into the room, greeted by the sight of my lovely sister, face down on her bed, still nude.

“I said, go away,” she was muffled with her face in her hands, and I wished that I could wrap her in my arms and comfort her.

“Sure,” I tried to sound calm but wasn’t sure if I pulled it off. For some reason I was nervous, and couldn’t figure out why. “But I wanted to talk to you first.”

My sister turned to look at me, and I could see that her eyes were red from crying. “What is there to talk about? You don’t want to have sex anymore. So fine, I won’t force you to fuck your loving sister anymore!” Her accusing eyes bore into me, making my heart ache, despite the language she was using.

“Lisa, you have the wrong idea,” I told her, and considered my words carefully, “I love you, and don’t want to stop or lose what we have.” I tried to pour all the love and caring I held for my little sister into my eyes, as I looked down at her. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but there is something that you should know.” I paused, as I continued looking at my beautiful eighteen year old sister. “I have never had sex with you,” her eyes grew confused, and I knew she was listening intently, “I have only ever made love to you. Please don’t take that away from me.”

I saw her heart melt as comprehension took root. “But you said you needed a break,” she said, and all anger and pain were gone from her voice, replaced now with tender uncertainty.

“I need a break from them: Geo, Faith, and Jenny.” I knew it was a risk bringing up Jenny. Lisa hadn’t been too happy about her being back in my life, but Faith had made it clear that I had done it solely for her. Over the last week, I had rarely seen my red-headed girlfriend, and Faith had told me that she was keeping the woman quite satisfied, but sometimes they both needed a real cock. My half-sister knew just where to get one.

“What about mom?” She asked, and again, I knew I had to be honest.

“Do you really think mom is going to leave me alone after being gone all week?” I shook my head, knowing the answer. Mom was just as horny as Lisa was.

“Maybe she found herself a man, while she was away,” Lisa said hopefully, and I knew I had been forgiven.

“Maybe,” I conceded, and then smiled as Lisa sat up, and threw her arms around my neck, her naked breasts pressed against my chest.

“Did you really mean what you said about making love to me?” She asked, and in answer, I leaned my head down, kissing her tender lips softly. She met my kiss with a gentleness of her own, and for a moment we sat like that, her holding me tight, and our lips pressed together as one.

I felt fresh tears touch my cheeks, and pulled back to look at my sister. “What’s this now? Why are you crying?”

“You big oaf, it’s because I love you too!” she informed me, then brought her mouth back to mine, and this time the kiss was stronger. I felt her tongue start to press against my teeth, and I opened up, greeting hers with mine.

I fell back onto the bed, and she followed me down, climbing on top as our kiss intensified. Despite all my thoughts of not being able to get it up earlier, it wasn’t long before I was poking her slit through my shorts as she rocked her hips atop me.

Lisa suddenly pulled away, and looked at me confused. “Wait! You wanted a break. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t stop now!” I pleaded. “A break will be fine, but only after this time. I really need my sister right now.”

She grinned at me, and lifted her hips for only a second, before planting herself directly on my bulge. She started to glide her hips up and down, and I could feel her heat through the thin cloth of my shorts. I moaned to let her know I was enjoying what she was doing.

She brought her right hand down, and slid it into my waistband, easily finding my cock, and lifted it slightly, to press harder against her crotch. She picked up her pace, and started twiddling her left nipple with her other hand, moaning and closing her eyes at her own pleasures.

I started hunching my hips in rhythm to her movements, really enjoying the look on her face. Suddenly Lisa dropped forward, mashing her lips to mine as she started to cum, soaking the front of my shorts. I kissed her lovingly, as her hand continued to stroke me within my shorts. Pulling her lips from mine, she put them next to my ear, whispering, “I really want eskişehir escort you in me, Jason.” I just nodded, and with one deft motion, she pulled the hem of my shorts down, lifted up, and impaled herself on my massive pole.

We both groaned loudly, as we became one, and I felt my tip hit her deepest depths. Despite having been inside my sister not that long ago, she still felt tight, as her inner folds massaged me.

Our lips came together again, as she started to move her hips, and she placed one hand on my chest. She was extremely wet, and I couldn’t help but wonder if some of it was my own cum from earlier. I was glad that mom had put her on birth control. I didn’t mind the thought of her getting pregnant, but I didn’t want kids right away.

Suddenly I wondered if Faith was using any contraceptives. We had never talked about it, and yet I had emptied myself into her countless times, also.

Lisa pulled her lips from mine, flinging her auburn hair back in a long arc, as she started to cum again. I was just barely able to lift my head to her breast, and she grabbed the back of my head when she felt my lips brush her nipple, intensifying her orgasm. I continued to suck on her rubbery teat, moving my hips, thrusting as hard as I could, wanting her joy to last as long as possible. For what seemed like an hour, but was likely only a couple minutes, Lisa moaned and shuddered as her body was wracked with one powerful orgasm after another. I’ve never seen her orgasm so much, or this powerfully before, and could only think that our conversation before this might have something to do with it.

When her orgasms finally ended, she collapsed on top of me, pulling her wonderful breast from my mouth.

“I… Have… NEVER…” She tried to say, but was out of breath.

I leaned up to give her a quick peck. Then using my hips for momentum, tried to roll us over. I partially succeeded, in that she rolled onto her back, but it took me a couple more tries to prop myself onto my cast-stiffened arms, above her. By that time, my loving little sister was laughing at me.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” I asked, as I positioned my penis at her opening. She just smiled and continued giggling. “How funny do you think THIS is?” I asked, thrusting into her, and smiling to myself, as her giggle turned to a moan, and her legs wrapped around me, trying to pull me in deeper.

I set a fast pace, knowing my arms couldn’t handle this for very long, and wanting my own sweet explosion to happen. I admired how my sister’s lovely breasts bounced on her chest with every thrust, and how her moans grew in volume every time I slid into her.

I picked up my pace, going as fast as I could, feeling the onset of my culmination begin, and felt her clamp down on me as she had an orgasm a split second before I loosed my second load of the day into her. I tried to continue moving my hips, but the feeling of pure bliss that washed over my body was too much.

When I was finally back in control of my own body, I rolled off my delightful sister, out of breath.

Lisa placed her head on my chest, running her hands up and down my abdomen. “I love you, Jason,” I barely heard her whisper, before she started to kiss her way down my body, and started to lick our combined juices from my shrinking member. I was super sensitive, after such a powerful orgasm, but still enjoyed the attention she was giving me.

“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed, noticing the time on the clock. “We’re going to be late getting mom from the airport!”

* * *

By the time we arrived, Jenny and Faith were already there, and waiting in the baggage claim area. My half-sister and girlfriend were holding hands, till they saw us, then they both came running up, and hugged us. Lisa acted stiffly as she received her hugs, and I wished that I was able to hug them back.

“Mom just called to say they were getting off the plane, and should be here in a couple minutes,” Faith said, referring to her mother, Sarah, and not Lisa’s and mine.

We spotted my mom first, her auburn hair easy to identify, as she came down the escalators, and then Sarah was right behind her. Another round of hugs ensued, and my mom looked curiously at Jenny, but didn’t say anything.

The women loaded the bags, and once again, I felt useless with my busted arms, as we left in separate vehicles.

“Is Sarah and Faith coming over tonight?” Lisa asked.

“I doubt it,” our mother told us. “I’m sure she wants to spend some time with her family, after being gone for so long, and I know I just want to be with my own two children tonight.” Mom was sitting in the front seat, next to Lisa who was driving, but she looked back to me, and winked as she said this. I truly hoped I was up for whatever she had planned, though I had some idea of what it might be.

When we arrived home, Lisa busied herself in the kitchen, making dinner, and informing mom that she was to stay out, and just relax.

“But gaziantep escort that is all I did all week!” She complained. “Relax!”

We all laughed, but mom and I went and sat down on the couch. Lisa brought us both drinks, and I knew it was alcoholic on the first sip mom gave me.

“So…” Mom trailed off for a moment before continuing. “Want to tell me what Jenny was doing at the airport?”

“Um… Well, you see…” I tried to figure out what exactly to say, but none of it sounded right in my head, so I just blurted it out. “She and I are kind of back together, but it is more like Faith and Jenny are dating, and only come to me when they need more.”

I cringed, waiting for mom to start berating me for a fool, but she didn’t.

“I see…” I looked up at her as she took a sip of her drink. “You’re quite the lucky man, to have six women constantly after what is between your legs.”

To say I was shocked that she was taking it so lightly would be an understatement. Somehow I had expected her to take it more like Lisa, and be jealous.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she said, as if reading my mind. “I’m not so old, or stuffy that I’m going to get jealous over it. You’re a smart young man, and if you can handle it, then who am I to complain?”

I let out a pent up sigh that I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. “Actually, it is only five now. I turned Geo away this morning.”

“Hmm, poor girl. I wonder if I should have a talk with John about her?” She seemed to consider it for a moment, and then shook her head. “No, it’s not my place, and he can make his own decisions.” She looked back to me, piercing me wither beautiful eyes. “But I am curious why you turned her down?”

After the argument with Lisa this morning, I thought hard on how to answer, but Lisa walked in then to refill our drinks, and took the chance away from me.

“We’re wearing Jason out,” my sister said. “He said he needs to cut back on how many women he has.” Having said her piece and refilled our drinks, she promptly returned to the kitchen.

Mom fed me a sip of my drink, and I noticed that it was stronger this time. There was no doubt that Lisa wanted to get us drunk tonight.

Mom just continued to stare at me, and I didn’t know what to say, and wished I knew what was going through her mind. Finally, after a couple minutes of silence, she spoke up. “Do you need a break from me, too?”

“What? No!” I blurted, before I could think of anything else to say. “I just didn’t think it was right for me to get Geo pregnant, and trying to satisfy so many at once was wearing me down. I truly hope John changes his mind, but it’s for him to do it, not me.”

“So you’re saying you DO need a break.” Her tone was even, but I could still sense a slight edge to it. Damn you Lisa! Why couldn’t you let me explain it on my own?

“Not a break, and certainly not from you and Lisa. Just a little ‘relaxation’, is all.” I knew I sounded peevish, and I felt my face turn red as mom started to laugh.

“Son, relax! I told you I thought you were smart, and knew what you could handle. You’ve only proven me right!” She leaned over, and gave me a peck to my burning cheeks. “But if you ever do need a break from me, I hope you will let me know.”

“That’ll never happen,” I swore, and knew I meant it. Mom may be older than me, but as with Lisa, I’ve never had sex with her, only made love. There is no way I would willingly give that up.

We chatted amiably for the next while, Lisa coming in to refill our drinks, and by the time dinner was ready, I had a pretty good buzz going. Mom and Lisa took turns feeding me, and I noticed that Lisa was pushing the drinks pretty hard, until I told them I couldn’t possibly fit anything else in my stomach.

I stood unsteadily from my chair, and wobbled my way back to the couch, only to be joined a shortly after by the two wonderful women I lived with.

“I rented a movie, I thought we could watch,” Lisa told us, and Mom and I shared a look. Sure enough, it was just as raunchy as we had suspected it would be; some college romance movie, with a gratuitous amount of tits and ass.

In my slightly inebriated state, I found myself growing hard during the sex scenes, which didn’t go unnoticed as it propped quite the tent in my shorts, and I had a woman on either side of me. I noticed both women squirming as well, and knew that I wasn’t the only one being affected by the sex on the screen.

Mom was the first to speak as soon as the credits started. “Lisa, if you don’t start sucking his cock, I will!” Her hand grabbed my aching cock, and started rubbing me through my shorts.

“I had him this morning, and you’ve been away for awhile,” Lisa responded. “You go ahead, I can wait.”

Before she was even done talking, mom had the hem of my shorts pulled down, and her lips were headed for my bulbous head. She kissed the single eye of my peter before hungrily moaning, and swallowing as much of me as she could in one go. I too moaned, as I felt my cock get compressed in the back of her throat.

Movement on my right brought my attention to Lisa, and I saw that she was getting undressed. As soon as her shirt and bra were off, she pressed her breast to my mouth. “Suck my tits, while mom sucks your cock,” she demanded, and despite having been quite full a couple hours ago, I hungrily devoured her offering.

Darkness. Light. A tunnel, a cave cocooned around him, floating without sensation as a single crack of brightness bloomed outward to a vague and blinding haze. No sense of time or place – he was dead. He must be dead, gone to meet his maker, face judgement for his life. To answer for his sins…it was no pious feeling, the frustration that rose up tired in him at the thought. What troubles now, in some whole new existence? Tortures or hosannas, stretching on for an eternity. Enough was enough. He was dead. He should be left alone.

A face, then, looming at him from the light. Coming slightly into focus as he strained to see, as his heart thumped with a nervous spark of recognition. Hair like dusky flame, and eyes of glowing green. Fuzzy features, carved as beautiful as any sculptor could ever hope to make…he was distantly surprised at the dryness of his tongue as it stirred to speak. “Molly?”

Those fine lips pulled upward to a delighted, tearful smile – but she shook her head. Disappeared suddenly from view, and a subtle, tingling pressure touched upon his arms and chest, like a slightly awkward embrace. Relieved words sounding sweetly in his ear, carrying still the tremble of recent sorrow. “Thank god.” A voice he knew all too well…

The fuzz of vision receded further as moments passed, as he forced himself to blink, resolving not to the clouds of heaven but instead to just a small room, richly furnished in the Spanish style, the sun streaming brightly in from a window on the far wall. The softness of a bed beneath him, the warmth of blankets pulled up to his neck. Awareness gradually returning of his legs, his arms, his body there beneath him, as his mind clicked slowly back to function. A faint ache of pain yet, down inside his belly.

Not dead, then. That itself was a surprise, almost unwelcome. “Alice, what…” The words scraped out rough, uncertain, rasping in a parched and shaky throat; he could feel her cheek still touched to his, but she pulled back as he spoke, appearing again before his eyes.

“Shh,” she soothed, warned him to quiet. Sitting there at the side of his bed, eyes lambent and soft with a doting concern. A tiny quiver at her chin, the smile pulling joyful at her expression. “‘ts all right. You’re safe. Back in Las Cintas. Javier’s villa, you remember?”

He nodded, vaguely, the flow of thought still slow and murky. His voice hoarse as he tried again to speak. “How’d I get here?”

“I brought you,” she answered simply, gazing down at him. Her tone resounding with a fairly wrenching bliss, a little tremble of feeling that she took a beat to quash before she spoke again. “Anyway, that ain’t no matter, now. You okay? Hurtin’ any? Hungry?”

Denial was an uncertain shake of the head – he scarcely knew yet what he felt. But the dry scrape of the tongue in his mouth soon suggested itself as a problem to be fixed. “Reckon I could use some water.”

She laughed at that, a bit, more relief than humor. “I ain’t surprised. You been out gettin’ near three days now.” Excitement in her motion as she rose up to her feet, the energy of nerves and tension suddenly set free. She grabbed at a painted stoneware jug set down upon the endtable, and just the sound of pouring liquid was enough to redouble his sense of thirst. “Doc said it was an even chance you wasn’t gonna wake up at all, but I didn’t give it no regard.” A denial somewhat unconvincing, in light of the strength of her reaction a minute prior.

She returned a second later to the side of the bed bearing a tall glass of water, shimmering pure – in this moment, it looked as appealing as the sweetest of liqueurs. And faint frustration, then, embarassment, as he tried to reach for the glass, only for his arm to stir but feeble and uncooperative beneath the covers, feeling again as weak and useless as it had been after his injury all those years ago.

“Here.” The words were murmured soft and tender as she realized his predicament. Sat down once more close beside him on the edge of the bed, the firmness of her upper thighs brushing against his through clothes and covers. “‘ts all right, just sit yourself up a bit.” And as he clumsily managed this, she held the glass up carefully to his lips, gifting him to greedily drain the cool and satisfying water. One hand held steadying on his shoulder, a little smile on her lips. Her eyes solid now in his, warm with joy and with affection. “Couple times you took care of me when I was sick; figure I can return the favor.” And slightly strange to see, this new poise and confidence of manner, with his recent memory so full of her anxiety and almost-tears.

Wasn’t room to worry about that, though. He little had the energy, nor the focus, his mind still foggy with fatigue. The glass was empty by the time he’d drank his fill, and for a moment after she just sat there at his side, gazing quiet and slightly smiling at his face. Finally speaking again, tones softly solicitous. “Anything else you need, pa?”

There was, in fact. He hadn’t felt particularly tekirdağ escort hungry before, distracted by the desert in his throat – now that his thirst was quenched, he could hear the answering growl of his stomach. “Ah…” His tongue, however, hesitated a trifle. Faintly uncomfortable, ashamed to be in such a position, asking her to bring him food. Not that there was much choice. “If it ain’t no trouble, I am feelin’ a mite peckish, after all.”

“No trouble.” Her smile quirked upward, tenderly amused. “I asked the cook to leave on a pot of stew, just in case today was the day you woke up. I’ll run and grab you some, if’n you don’t wander off while I’m gone.”

“Don’t reckon I could,” he awkwardly returned her humor as she lifted to her feet, giving on her way a slight, comforting squeeze about his wrist. And indeed, it was scarcely a minute later that she returned with a large bowl of soup on a metal platter, setting it upon his lap as she sat down once again beside him. Serving careful spoonfuls into his mouth, her eyes nestled in his features, affectionate and kind.

It was a fine meal, rich broth, chicken and vegetables…but her presence touched lightly to his side was a distraction from the taste. Her body’s heat impinging on his consciousness, the sight of those gently smiling lips – and the faint clenching of despair inside, that he was still faced with this untoward desire. That the nearness of death had not gifted him with any fresh perspective, any awakening of righteous disregard. Or that it had not gone all the way, and granted him the indulgence of extinction…dark thoughts, beside her glow and tender warmth. But he’d thought it all was over, that he’d found the liberty of death. There was a certain surreality to be sitting here now, attended to so close and solicitous by the girl he’d imagined he was finally leaving to her own life.

Especially given how she seemed now to look at him. Even through the still-fogginess of thought, he could not miss the intensity of her expression, nor forget her confession to him on the last night he could recall. How she’d thought of them together, of him touching her…the notion slipped too comfortably into his own mind, despite his attempts to shake it, as his daze was slowly lifted. But where before she had fairly quivered with shame before his gaze, had begged that it was truly no desire of hers – now her eyes were steady, sincere, warm and cheerful as candlelight, and he did not quite know if he imagined the promise they seemed to carry. Did not trust his tongue to words, for the nervous uncertainty which had hold of it.

Not long before the bowl was emptied, his stomach sated, the tray set well aside. Alice still perched there at the edge of the bed, as silent as James himself…but there was a sort of language to her smile, curved up gently at the corner of her lips. To the slender fingers that she lay upon his leg, above the covers, or to the way she looked at him, as though to memorize his features. A meaning to it that he didn’t dare to understand. A message that she couldn’t really mean.

He didn’t speak, or even much react, when she took his hand in hers – though his heartbeat kicked up faster, throbbing in his ears. Didn’t look directly at the solemnity of her gaze, the intensity, the sparkle like that of starlight. But this refusal to acknowledge little stopped the building of the moment; her tone was deep with looming truth as at last she spoke, dulcet with meaning. “Pa?” A murmur, reaching for his attention, her thumb stroking softly at his palm – he could not quite keep himself from looking up at her, being captured by her eyes.

Whatever she planned to say was mercifully forestalled by the sounding of a quiet knock at the door. Relief in James’ voice as he looked up past her, polluted with a touch yet of misgiving, a tingle from what she might have said. “Yeah? C’mon in.” Hoarsely, to usher inside whoever stood on the side opposite, to find the safety of a chaperone.

That ‘whoever’ soon proved to be Javier himself, as finely-dressed and cheerful as ever as he pushed the door smoothly open. A smile in his eyes and on his lips as his gaze fell upon the other man, enthusiasm in his tone. “Ah, Señor Blake! The young lady told me that you were awakened; I am glad to see that it is true.” Teeth flashing white and well-maintained. “I must confess, when she brought you by thrown across that horse, I did not hold a great deal of hope for your survival. I do not believe I had ever before seen a man so deathly pale who was not destined for the grave.”

Between his fatigue and the uneasy awareness of Alice still beside him, James struggled vainly to return a little warmth, his own smile flickering but wanly in his expression. “Aye. Reckon I’m just lucky.”

“Lucky, indeed,” Javier nodded sagely, “And with a capable ally, as well. She told me just a little of what transpired, but I understand that it could well have been worse, were it not for prompt tokat escort action on both your parts.” A noncommittal muttering from James, and he continued on, his eyes flashing briefly over to Alice. “In any case, she has certainly been diligent. She scarcely left your side, you know, these past three days – something of a surprise to see, after the manner of your earlier departure.”

Her fingers curled with his, her weight gently pressed upon his side – the truth was an awkward thing, complicated, conflicted and unspeakable. James could only vaguely shrug his shoulders, utter dryly, “S’ppose you could say we got a strange relationship.”

“Yes,” Javier seemed to find a distinct humor in this, chuckling heartily. “In fact, that is about the most that I could say. But!” His hands clasped firm together, sudden energy for a change in subject. “You are finding the room comfortable, I hope? The food, acceptable?”

“Oh, it’s more’n fine…” James agreed slowly, mild confusion at the question…giving way to abrupt chagrin, as he thought he recognized the hint of a welcome overstayed. “You been plenty kind, no doubt. It’s…tell the truth, I ain’t quite sure what time of day it is, but if it ain’t too late we could clear out this afternoon, let you have the place back.”

“Please, Señor!” Javier bared his palms in faintly theatrical refusal. “You wound me. I assure you, I am not the sort of fellow to turn an injured man out into the street. Even if I were, well…” His gaze touched curiously on Alice again, before returning to James. “I suppose she has not yet told you. It gives me happiness to say that you may consider this place a home, at least for the immediate future. The young lady has agreed to my earlier offer of employment, and has asked as a caveat that part of her renumeration be for you to be provided room and board. An offer I was glad to accept, particularly in light of the circumstances.”

James turned an inquiring eyebrow to his daughter, who answered the unspoken question. A tone almost of tentative apology, if he should disapprove. “Seemed the thing to do. We ain’t really got no place to get to, anymore, and I weren’t much inclined to get by just on hospitality. Even if he does got quite a store of it.” She glanced at Javier, acknowledging, who returned a wide and gracious grin. “This way we got a place to stay, while we…work things out. Ain’t like I signed no contract, neither; it’s just givin’ the thing a try.”

“On that subject,” Javier cut in, his own voice dropping faintly apologetic. “Much as I hate to separate you from your companion, now that he is awakened…there is a matter for which I would like your presence, señorita. One of the ranchers with whom I contract – I am not expecting any trouble from the meeting, of course, but I imagine I should likely have you there nonetheless.”

A faintly sour look curled at her lip…but she nodded, gamely enough. Pushed up to her feet, leaving a little pang of loss to echo in James’ soul as she departed from his side. “Suppose it wouldn’t be a job if I didn’t have to do no work.”

“Indeed not,” Javier chuckled mildly. Gestured to the door. “Come along, then. I shall try to keep matters brief, for the sake of your reunion.”

She followed, then, walked once more out the door – but not before looking back at James with a quiet, hopeful smile, a statement in her eyes of such significance that he was left to grapple with it long after her footsteps had faded from his hearing. Speaking again of the night he last remembered, of tears and kisses and impossible dreams…and him left now to wonder in the dullness of exhaustion what fresh travails awaited him in the promise of that gaze.

—

Between the warmth of the bed and the meal in his belly, James dozed off again before arriving at any kind of answer, troubled thoughts disintegrating into the vague fuzz of sleep. Darkness had fallen outside by the time he was pulled again awake, roused by the catch and creak of the bedroom door. Alice standing there in silhouette, in hat and coat, the peculiar figure which had come to look so beautiful. The lines of a man’s outfit subtly reshaped to the woman beneath. Distinctive. Unique. Distracting his tongue from any words of greeting – he only lay there silent in the dark, watching faintly guilty as she took a match to the oil lamp upon the table, and a wavering yellow illumination welled up in the room.

Neither was Alice swift to speak. Uncertain what to say, despite her tentative attempts before she’d left. The past three days had felt as an eternity. The panic of his injury, the frenzy that had lent her strength enough to shove his body up across her horse. The endless agony of the trip back to town, riding just shy of a gallop – afraid simultaneously that she would be too slow to save him and that the battering of the pace might finish him off. She shuddered still to think of the slick layer of his blood that had been matted at her horse’s side when trabzon escort he finally arrived, the terrible pallor of her father’s features. And that damned doctor, who would give her no guarantees, no assurance that he could even be saved, who just bit at his pipe and frowned as though even trying were a fool’s errand…she’d almost drawn on the man, threatened him, demanded that he do his job or else forfeit his own life. Almost.

And the afterward…that was its own torture. When she could only wait, and hope, and pray. Keenly, bitterly aware of how her last prayers for his return had gone unanswered all those years ago, but trying all the same. Talking to him sometimes, as he lay there limp and unresponsive, breathing only low and shallow. Hoping that some part of him at least could hear her, pleading for him to come back, to be okay. Squeezing up close against him to whisper in his ear, telling him a decade’s worth of dreams, the childish, the mundane, and those it made her blush to speak. It didn’t matter. There was a kind of comfort in it, to tell herself that maybe it would help him, to say aloud what for so long she’d just carried about inside.

Harder, now that he was awake. Not that she knew he’d truly hear whatever words she chose to speak…so much she had to say. But time, she needed time. A few more moments to steel her tongue, to settle her heart. So for now, she just glanced at him above her shoulder, spoke a slight inanity of greeting as she began to prepare for bed. “You get by all right while I was gone?” Her hat set to rest on a high back post of the chair, her duster on the table beside the lamp.

His answer was a grunt, vaguely affirmative. Watching her. “Damned worthless, I was. Just slept…least I feel a little bit more now like a human being.” Heavy boots slipped off, tossed to tumble at the foot of the bed. “How was the job?”

“Pretty dull, truth be told.” Her fingers hesitated, tracing at the wooden buttons of her shirt. A slight tingle along her spine, pulse thumping faster despite her attempts to calm it. “Spent longer ridin’ back and forth than we did there. And I couldn’t understand most anything they said, neither; suppose I ought to try and pick up some more Spanish if I mean to do this for real.” The tinge of nervous excitement in her voice was not from the words, but from the action of her hands as she unfastened her shirt, silently begging that his gaze still was on her. Pulled it swiftly off, shoulders bared for him to see, her upper back…she could not help then but to turn and face him, to see him staring fixed. He looked half away as her gaze found his, eyes fleeing to the wall – but they flickered back to her for brief moments, even as she watched. A hopeful, giddy tightness in her chest, feeling the touch of those dark brown eyes on her abruptly heated skin.

It little even hurt her mood when he sputtered out a rough demand, “The devil are you doin’, Alice?” Words high and slightly strained, that might before have sent her scurrying to cover up – but she was ready, now. Prepared, practiced…though this, too, was different, with him awake.

The answer was a simple thing. “I’m gettin’ ready for bed. Way I done these last two nights.” Only the faintest quaver sneaking in her voice, to suggest the anxious hope that lay beneath. Her belt again undone, set to rest upon the table, her jeans slipping down past her hips and to the floor. Wondering briefly if she truly saw or just imagined his gaze dipping down to caress up her legs. There was a thrill, a sparkle of excitement in this unveiling. So different a feeling from the forced undress those few days past, from the humilitation and the helpless fury. She wanted this, wanted him to look at her, to see her, to want her…the defense was light upon her tongue, as she stepped closer. “I’d get the sheets dirty, otherwise.”

By the time she reached the edge of the bed, his eyes had ceased their edging for escape. Stayed on her, instead, wary as a jackrabbit’s as he worked through the implications of what she’d said. “Hang on a minute, now,” croaking aghast, “You’re telling me you slept in here with me, wearin’ nothin’ more than that?”

A little smile tugged as answer at her lips, giddy exultation blending with the nervousness that ached along her nerves. “‘sright.” Climbing up then to the empty half of the bed, her heart thumping solid in her chest as she drew up close before him, kneeling above the covers. A murmur of explanation, of excuse. “Figured…I oughta stick by you, in case you woke up. Figured there’d be maybe a better chance you would wake up, if somebody was around, if I…if you knew I was there.” Her left hand laid upon the mattress, inches from his.

“We can’t.” His voice roughened, rumbled firmer…but strange to hear, the thread of almost fear that pulsed behind his words. Sitting up higher, pulling away. “You can’t, you gotta…Alice, we talked about this. I mean, all right, maybe sharin’ the bedroll on a cold night, when we’re dressed up safe’n proper, that maybe ain’t so bad. But this, with you all…” His gaze traced briefly down along her body, lingering where her thighs emerged pale and shapely from the loose fabric of her drawers. Stroking hesitant along the smooth curve of her knees before returning to her face, grave and troubled. “You got to find another bed, Alice. Or I can, if you won’t.”

The movie was nasty.

After watching the dirty movie with my stepdad, I wobbled up from the sofa. “Um Papi, I guess I should go back to the dorm… But I couldn’t move, just stood there clutching my car keys.

“Are you okay Bootsie? You look confused.” He rubbed my leg. “Why don’t you spend the night? Your bedroom is just the way you left it, full of those damn dolls. And your mom won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Stepdad in the movie… what was that woman doing to that guy?”

“Don’t you know? It’s called a ‘hand job.’ Haven’t you ever done that?” I shook my head. “Bootsie you’re in college, and you don’t know about hand jobs? Maybe It’s time to learn.”

“Wh-with you?”

“Of course, isn’t that why you’re staring at my bulging zipper?” I shook my head quickly. “C’mon Bootsie, you’ve spent too many years in girls’ schools. Aren’t you curious about…?”

“No Papi, NEVER.” But I was cock curious.

My stepdad moved my hand to his zipper. Touching his hard lump sent nasty shivers through my body. My nipple bumps poked out like they were ready to explode. And I felt my pussy gush.

“Boots, it’s time you learned about the Birds and the Bees, and that THING between my knees.”

He hugged me, and I felt his boner hit my thigh. “It’s okay sweetie, we’re family. Just pull down my zipper, reach in and find the hard thing.”

I squeezed my stepdad’s lump and heard my heart beating like it would explode. After a forever minute, my fingers grasped the tab of his zipper and yanked… His zipper flew open.

“That’s it dear.” He watched my eyes widen as my fingers moved through his pubes and touched his cock– it felt like touching a stiff snake. “Bootsie you’re afraid of cocks, aren’t you?”

“No sir!” Biting my lip I yanked on it, and his cock swelled, so I tugged harder. When his fat prick flew out, my mouth dropped.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“B-but Papi, it’s big… and so ugly. What happened to it?” I stepped back.

“Oh, it’s not circumcised. Didn’t you ever see real penises in sex ed?”

“No, just cucumbers. We put condoms on cucumbers.” I stared at Papi’s cockhead like it was about to strike.

“Dammit stepdaughter, you’re far too innocent. Too many years in twat school. Bootsie, give me your hand.” I did. “That’s it princess, hold my cock by the shaft. Now slide your soft hand up and down.”

My fingers wrapped around his throbbing pole, moving up and down. “Omigod Papi. It’s sinful.”

“No honey, it’s natural.”

“But stepdad your cock’s is…” I winced. “… so long and fat!”

“Yes honey. Keep doing what you’re doing. You’ll like it”

“Oh my gosh,” I stroked his cock as sweat dotted my face. “Stepdad, I can feel it getting stiff-ier.” I stroked faster, watching his nasty pee flap open and close. My wet pussy tingled so hard I had to wiggle my thighs.

Now bursa escort my cotton panties were on fire. Papi reached over, squeezing my soft tits as I stroked his cock to full erection.

“Bootsie, now you need to suck it.”

“B-but stepdad…I can’t fit that thing in my mouth. And it’s gross.”

“Nonsense, you’re just nervous. Let’s go to your old bedroom. We’ll close the door and get undressed. Unless you’re afraid of my cock.”

“Dammit stepdad, I’m not afraid of… it!”

“Good, then you’ll like this.” He carried me to the room, threw me on the bed, and pulled off my skirt and shoes. I felt him rubbing the moist cease in my panties.

It felt nasty getting naked with my stepdad, in my old bedroom. I saw my Girl Scout uniform on the dresser, next to my Raggedy Ann dolls. It was embarrassing the way the dolls stared at me with those judgmental, plastic eyes.

Papi whistled and dropped his pants. “Wow stepdad. You’re so muscular,” I said, staring at his thick boner and hefty balls.

He pulled off my t-shirt and my tits jiggled out—big, puffy tits topped with pointy red nipples. Papi sucked them and… Wow it felt sinful, but soo good. When I dropped my wet panties, Papi inhaled.

“OH HONEY, nice pie.” Papi delicately touched the triangle of golden pubes guarding my slit. His fingers made me giggle as they played with my curly pubes.

But touching my naked twat made his erection turn purple. I looked like it hurt. “Bootsie, come and give Papi a kissy.” He pulled me tight, with his boner poking into my belly button like he was going to fuck it!

Don’t Papi! Not that hole!”

Papi laughed pressed his soft lips against mine. I kissed him back as he slipped his long tongue into my mouth. That felt weird.

“You like kissing don’t you Bootsie?” I nodded. “You kiss nice. Who taught you to kiss like that?”

“Oh, last year behind the garage… me and Tasha.” I blushed. “There were no boys around, so we played spin-the-bottle, with just us girls… and I didn’t know how to kiss, so Tasha– “

“– Tasha taught you how to kiss?” I nodded slowly. “Nothing to be embarrassed about girls kissing girls. Um… I’d love to see that sometime.”

“Can’t. Mom caught Tasha and me, naked in my bed.”

“This bed Bootsie? Wow, I’d frickin’ love to see that too!” My little hand changed the subject by squeezing his prick. “Ooh yes Bootsie. That feels so nice but your mouth would feel nicer.”

“Okay, but stepdad could you um… finger me first?”

“Wow. I’ve never had a girl ask to be fingered. Sure honey.”

“Finger me right there,” I whispered, pointing to the bottom of my fuzzy slit.

“Honey I know where a girl’s hole is.”

I felt Papi’s long finger push into my soft, warm flesh. Then he slipped in another çanakkale escort finger, pushing them in and out, digging inside me. His fingering made me squirm until I told him to stop.

Papi whispered. “Bootsie, I want to eat your peach.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. My eyes bugged out when stepdad parted my thighs and pushed his face to my furry slit.

With two fingers Papi opened my pussy lips, staring into my pink hole. And my face turned pink.

I was dripping wet even before he kissed my pussy. His tongue lapped into my slit. “Oooh… Papi…” I clamped his naughty head with my thighs, and it felt wonderful, his tongue twirling through my hot hole.

“Ohmygosh!” His tongue drove me crazy — I had to grip the sheets as my pussy burned. Then he found my enflamed clitty and sucked it like a nipple… I jolted up, squealing in orgasm, “Ahhh… AHHH!”

After the last tingle my body fell limp. “Ohh, that was awesome Papi. You licked my twat way better than Tasha did. Papi, do you want me to suck you now?”

“Not yet Bootsie. Lean forward and feed me some sweet titty meat.” I did and he gulped my tits and nipples. “Now Boots, it’s time for my big idea.”

“Like what?” He whispered his big idea in my ear. “Stick that huge thing? In me?”

“Why not? You’ve lost your cherry, haven’t you Bootsie?” I shrugged and nodded yes. “Was it your cousin Brett?”

“Omigod no Papi.” I whispered, “It was a bottle. We were playing spin-the-bottle. Then Tasha wanted me to stick the bottle in her pussy. I did. Then she shoved the bottle in my pussy, hard. It hurt bad and I started to bleed.”

“That was the day mom caught Tasha naked with me.”

“Wait a minute…You lost your cherry to a Coke bottle?”

“No sir, Pepsi.”

“Ha, so my princess is still a virgin. Don’t worry Bootsie, I’ll be gentle,”

“But It’ll still hurt, wouldn’t it?” He nodded. “Let me think about it Papi.” Apparently, his enraged boner didn’t like that answer. It forced itself between my legs. “Wait! Wait stepdad!”

“Let me stick it in your tight cunt!”

“Don’t say cunt.” I tried to get away, but my stepdad caught me and yanked his prick to my slit. “Oh no…” I gasped as his cockhead slid up and down my wet lips. Then I squirmed when his purple knob pushed into me, tearing my pink tissue. “Ouch…”

He reared back, and with one quick shove, his prick skewered deep into my… cunt.

“OUCH, Papi It does hurt!” Grabbing my tits, he pushed deeper. His steel cock ripped through my tight tunnel. I felt my pussy folds pull on his shaft as my stepdad rammed in and out, his balls slapping my ass.

“Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me Papi!” I gasped, wriggling my hips up. His shaft drove deeper and deeper into my pink tunnel. I felt my heart beating fast as we screwed. Papi panted, rize escort kissing me as he pumped his rigid cock into my yielding cunt.

My stepdad lifted my feet to my ears, and I could feel his prick hitting the bottom of my pussy. An orgasm raced up my spine. “Oh… Oh… OHH YESS!”

Papi screwed faster, twisting his prick inside me. Soon his head flew up and his cock twitched, spewing hot cum into my ravaged cunt. When he pulled out, my pussy was so hot it glowed.

“Wow Papi, was that… incest?”

“Yes Bootsie. It was incredible, you’re incredible. Sharing orgasms makes a family feel closer.” Stepdad kissed my lips ,and squeezed my tits and twat until his cock was stiff again. He eased me down on my knees.

“Now Bootsie, it’s time to open your pretty mouth.”

I knew what was coming, or cumming. On my knees, ready to suck off my stepfather, I looked up to see my Raggedy Ann dolls watching me, and I blushed. Papi pushed his ugly prick to my lips.

“Stepdad, does mom like to suck this thing?”

“She loves it.”

My face grimaced, and I licked his nasty prick. “That’s it honey, ungh…” He pinshed my nipples and groaned as I opened my mouth, sliding my lips down his rigid shaft. “Use your hand honey.”

I did as he asked, wrapping my little fist around the shaft while my mouth sucked in more cockmeat. “Wow Boots, you’re a great cock sucker.”

It felt horrid being called a cock sucker.

But I tried my Girl Scout best, forcing my mouth down as far as I could, even choked a couple of times when his prick hit the back of my throat. Spit streamed down his cock as I sucked faster. My hand moved to his balls.

“That’s it Boots. Pull ’em hard. You wanna make me cum don’t you?” My head nodded on his prick.

“Ahh…ahh! Get ready Bootsie… ungh… Get ready to swallow my sperm just like you mom does.” I sucked and pumped my stepdad even harder.

His pick jerked, spurting cum into my mouth and down my throat. Gagging and coughing I swallowed his cum as fast as I could with more cum drooling down my chin. And I kept sucking like a vacuum hose, until his prick went limp.

“Did I suck you good Papi?”

“More than good. Better than your mom.” I smiled in cock-sucking pride.

Papi ordered pizza, and we watched another nasty movie. “Confessions of a Cock Sucker.” After the movie my stepdad was so horny he carried me back to my bed for rounds two… three, four… and maybe five. I don’t remember.

In the morning, I woke up naked and sore as sin, right next to naked Papi. And realized I’d screwed my own stepfather, all night long.

Of course, my Raggedy Ann dolls looked at me like I was an incest slut. And maybe I was. But dammit, I liked fucking stepdad. I liked pleasuring him with my holes. I liked the way he spewed loads of hot cum inside me.

Papi woke up and we kissed. He rubbed my pussy crack, and fingered my butthole. “Bootsie roll over like a good daughter.” I gritted my teeth and gripped the sheets as Papi’s stiff prick pushed against my anus.

Stepdad shoved into my ass and— MOM stormed into my room!! Just like when she caught me naked with Tasha… but this time was probably worse.

Jonty Brand looked over at his wife sleeping next to him. Once again she had spent all day twitching her sexy nubile body in the tightest clothes she could, only to leave him rock hard and disappointed when it finally came to going to bed. He wanted the end, the business, a damn good fucking. What he got was a cuddle and then she fell asleep. He was tired and frustrated at all this, so much so that his thick prong was painfully hard between his muscled thighs. His wife just seemed to have lost interest in sex completely. It was the usual tale — she had been a randy fucker right up to the moment they had gotten married, and then afterwards had completely lost interest in sex.

He sighed and tossed and turned next to her, the heat of the warm night burning up his body. Jonty knew that he would have to get up out of bed, put something on, and then sneak down the hallway to the bathroom. Once there he would pull himself off thinking wild passionate thoughts of some chick he had seen at the Mall or maybe even his wife.

The annoying thing was having to get clothed. The first couple of years of their relationship he would just have gone straight down the hallways naked, his manhood loud and proud in front of him. But then young Natalie had come along, his very daughter, and since she had turned a teenager he had to cover up. Now she was eighteen, and Jonty wasn’t sure that she was even home. But still that hurdle existed — why couldn’t he just go to the bathroom without having to dress up?

Sighing, he sat up. For once, for this one night, he was going to risk it. If Natalie was home then the chances were she was asleep in her room. If she wasn’t then he had nothing to worry about. Why bother clothing for a brief half minute walk?

She Jonty slipped out of bed, being very careful not to disturb his sleeping wife. Sneaking to the door, he cracked it open slowly and peered out into the corridor. It was empty and all of the lights were off. Feeling like a teen again he snook out of the room, padding down the hallway on his toes.

The most nervous bit was when he reached his daughter’s door. It was slightly ajar but mostly dark inside, with a bit of moonlight glow. Jonty couldn’t help but think about Natalie at this point. She was a gorgeous teen, just the way he had wanted her to be. But he never thought that her sexy young body would be such a problem for him. She had long, strong legs kept toned and in shape but all the running she did. Her hips were wide and curvy, tailoring to a tight waist that had a little bit of a six pack but not too much. Her breasts were large, probably at the 36D size he had placed on them by now. Her face was simply made, with big eyes that sparkled with laughter most of the time and a cute turned up button nose. Her lips were fleshy and thick. All of this was complemented by her glossy black hair that fell almost to her waist. Just as he had planned her. She had the best of him, the best of her mother, and the rest was the best he could afford to buy. Add in a little luck and he had the perfect daughter.

At school she had been hanging around the top of her class, and now in college she was still in the top ten percentile. In short, she was wonderful. Any düzce escort man’s dream. Even her father’s!

Shit! Allowing his mind to wander, Jonty had trodden on the squeaky board he knew was half way down the corridor. He froze into place, his breathing coming in gasps that were partly caused by the pressure of the situation and partly by the sexual thoughts that tormented him.

Then he laughed at himself. Which is why he was totally unprepared when the door next to him opened to reveal Natalie standing there. The father’s eyes went wide and he immediately moved to cover his turgid organ.

“Natalie!”

“Dad!” She gasped.

Then, impossibly, Jonty realised that the teen was also naked. Both of her hands had gone to cover her groin in a move that mirrored his, so her tits were bare. And what a pair of tits! Jonty couldn’t tear his eyes from the succulent young melons that were presented to him, pushed forwards but the upper arms of the teen. Gasping despite himself, he tried to recover a modicum of his fatherly control.

“Natalie, what are you doing out of bed at this time of night all… naked.”

The teen looked shocked, ashamed, and then realisation dawned on her. “I could ask you the same, dad!” She laughed.

“I… had to go the bathroom.” He stammered. “To relieve myself.”

His daughter’s eyebrows raised, and her gaze flickered down to his groin. “So I can see, dad.”

Jonty flushed deeply, realising that his daughter hadn’t moved. He also knew that she must have rustled him, because he had been talking directly at her tits the whole time.

Jonty didn’t know what to reply. But he found himself laughing too.

“Okay, okay, so I’m a guy with the drives of a guy. Does that surprise you in your old dad?”

“I’d say the only thing I have a problem with there is the fact you called yourself old!” The teens eyes roved up and down his body, and he felt a sudden pride that he could still draw such a glance from someone her age. Still, none of this was doing anything to help him with his erection. No matter what he tried to do it remained like a flag pole in front of him and he had to keep his hands covering it, one kinda wrapped around and the other held in front. He shifted his balance.

“You didn’t answer my question young lady. What are you doing up at this time of night?”

She laughed again. He liked the way it made her tits bobble slightly between her arms. “Same thing as you, kinda. I need a pee and it’s too hot for clothes. Just thought I’d run the risk of being caught. I never have so far. Guess tonight I’ve been busted, huh?”

Jonty nodded. “You certainly have.” Her nipples were puffy in the light, but he could not see the colour of them. He wondered if genetics had made them light pink like her mothers’. He loved sucking his wife’s nipples. Raising an eyebrow, the words just slipped out “But what a bust!”

Natalie giggled. “You think so dad? Guys are always telling me that I have a big rack, but I don’t really believe them. Guys will say anything to get into your pants. You wouldn’t lie to me though, would you?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. You edirne escort have a great big pair of tits, and I must say that they’re nice and firm. Remind me of your mom’s when I first met her! You should be proud of them.”

The smile that broke over her face brought a warmth to his heart. “Thank you dad. And I must say that you have a great musculature. Some of the track guys have nice bodies but you obviously keep yourself in shape.”

Jonty felt something in the air between them, something familiar. “Thank YOU! Your mother seems to have lost interest in me completely recently and I thought that maybe I didn’t have any sex appeal.”

“REALLY!? No, dad, you’re one hunk of a man. I love your body. I wish you weren’t my dad because I’d… no! Sorry.” She gasped, one of her hands going to her mouth. Jonty could see part of her pubic triangle peeking out now. He knew what the feeling in the air was now. The only question was, did he go for it?

“What were you going to say, Natalie?” He pressed on. He was a guy. Of course he went for it!

“I was going to say… I’d…” A fleeting wash of naughtiness crossed over her perfect features. She shifted her weight slightly so he had to adjust his hands again. “Be trying to see your dick about now.”

He raised his eyebrows, realising that both she and he did that a lot. A father-daughter trait. Was that nurture or nature? Like he gave a flying fuck. “Really? Well… what… if I’d show it to you?” Some of his usual bravado during sex was coming back to him now, but he still felt some nerves.

Her eyes widened at his statement. “You would?”

“I would.” Jonty laughed, moving his hands away from his organ. He loved the way this caused a gasp of awe from her. He was still erect, of course, and his thick veined stonker bobbed out in front of him with each heartbeat.

She licked her lips. “My God… how… big is it, dad?”

“About eight inches last I measured. That hasn’t been for a couple of years though. It’s not normal to be measuring it.”

“I bet you play with it a lot though! I wouldn’t be able to resist playing with it if it was mine!”

“You don’t have one though sweetie. You could have had a cock at one point, it was considered cool to have a hermaphrodite kid, but that ended about five years before you were conceived. I’m not sure me and your mom would have gone for it anyway.”

Natalie smiled, taking a step forwards. Just as Jonty was talking to her breasts she was now talking to his cock. “Yeah, I would still have wanted to play with other cocks anyway. I really like them. They’re so… different. They don’t look like they belong on a teen. They vary so much. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any two that look the same. I’ve certainly never seen one that looks like yours!”

Jonty was astonished, but proud. Here he was, standing in the corridor having a proper conversation about sexual things with his daughter. They had never talked to her about sex education because they figured she got it at school. Now he was finding out that she had gotten it there. Just probably not in the way that he and his wife had thought! She certainly seemed to know elazığ escort a lot about it.

“It’s a shame that the light is so bad out here, dad. I would like to see it better.” Natalie said, licking her already moist lips.

“Well…” Jonty took a big breath. “Why don’t we go into your room? We can switch the light on in there and you can see better. And that way we don’t run the risk of waking mom!”

Natalie looked down to their bedroom door as though the thought had never occurred to her before. “Shit, yeah, what would she say if she caught us both out here naked together like this?”

“She’d freak!” Grinned Jonty, not even thinking about what she’d say if she caught them naked alone together in the teen’s room.

“Okay… Come in then. But no complaining about the mess!”

The teen turned, and for a moment Jonty was presented with a view of her sexy ass. He had seen it before, in tight jeans and short skirts and even bathing suit bottoms, but never before naked. It was gorgeous. It reminded him of an ass he would see on a black chick — big, rounded, and smooth. Her hair hung to just above it, making it look like a peach that hung at the top of her long legs. She was walking on tiptoe and the muscles of her thighs were showing strongly for just that one moment he could barely see in the vague light. The moonlight flickered off the smooth skin of her buttocks.

She was gone, and he had to tag along. When he got into her room his daughter had turned on her desk lamp and was beckoning him towards her. She still had one hand mashed over her pubic area, but her free hand had a finger crocked. “Okay, come into the light so I can see it.”

Jonty felt this was wrong, but his libido was overriding his common sense and fatherly feelings at this point. He wanted to get closer just so he could see her tits in the light! He knew his cock was swaying proudly as he walked to within two paces of her and then stopped. Again she gasped a breath, her face a mask of surprised incomprehension. “Wow! Thank you for showing it to me, dad!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm… my pleasure my dear. And thank you for showing me your tits!”

She grinned evilly, and then bobbled them like Marilyn Monroe in that white dress scene, hands between thighs. Her tongue went to her teeth. “You like big ones then, dad?”

“I sure do, Natalie, I sure do.”

“Good, because I like big dicks. It’s like we make a good couple. Shame that we’re father and daughter, otherwise I think there’d be real sparks between us.”

“Why, what would you do if we weren’t?”

“Well, right now, there’d be no way I wouldn’t drop down there and suck your big dick!”

“Only if I wasn’t sucking your nipples, honey!”

“Oh yeaaaah!” They both said. Then they burst out laughing.

“Fuck, honey, you could cut the tension in here with a knife!” He rubbed his hands together fiercely like it was cold, or like he was eager to get at something.

Suddenly Natalie’s expression turned from joking to deadly serious. Her eyes widened as though she was an expert marksman focusing in on his cock. She took one hesitant step forwards, then two. They were face to face. About of a height, the teen slightly shorter than her father but not by much. She was barely inches from him when she knelt down slowly. He felt her breath on his cock, brushing along the sides of his erection like it was caressing it. He saw her lick her lips again, and she moaned.

“I’m going to do it, dad, if you don’t leave now. I just have to. Your dick is so gorgeous!”

Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother, Steve. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her eighteen years, they had always been close when she was growing up before he left home, never to return again from college, having met and married Veronica and started his own life.

Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her this last year as she felt herself to be more grown up than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she really wasn’t supposed to be driving without an adult, licensed driver with her, but she felt fairly certain that they wouldn’t call the police and as long as she drove carefully, she wouldn’t get into any trouble. She knew the note she had left would make them mad, but hopefully they’d understand and the break for the summer would be good for all of them.

Slowly she drove around looking for the signs that would take her to the gated community she knew Steve and Veronica lived in. Finally she made a turn and there was the sign, Carefree, An Adult Community. She pulled up to the guard hut and smiled at the man who stepped out to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Sara Hempstead,” she said. “I’m looking for my brother’s house, Steve Hempstead,” she explained.

“Well, hello, Sara,” the guard said, smiling at her. “I’ll just call ahead and let them know you’re here.”

“Oh, I’d rather surprise him,” she said, knowing that she hadn’t told him that she was even coming. She hadn’t wanted her parents to interfere with her plans. “If you could just tell me how to get there,” she suggested, smiling at him again.

“Well, sure, I guess so,” the guard agreed, charmed by the beautiful teenager. “It’s just down two streets, then turn left and it’ll be the third house on the right,” he explained. “You can’t miss it. It’s number 114.”

“Oh, thank you,” Sara said, excited about seeing Steve again.

“Have a nice visit,” the guard said, waving as she drove through when the gate slid aside.

Sara easily negotiated the streets until she had parked her car in front of 114. It had been a long drive, almost 11 hours, and she was a bit tired. Getting out of the car, she stretched, making her 5’7″ seem even more as she reached for the sky, her long red hair cascading down her back almost to her waist. Taking a deep breath, she went up to the door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened and Steve saw her standing there, his mouth fell open and he grabbed her in a big hug.

“Sara!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t take it at home anymore and I thought I’d come visit,” she said, relieved at his greeting.

“What did mom and dad say?” he asked, slipping an arm around her shoulders and leading her into the house.

“Well, I don’t really know,” she said. “I just left them a note, I didn’t really tell them where I was going.”

“Shit, they’ll be worried,” Steve said. “Let me just call them and tell them you’re here and I’m sure it will be okay.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Sara said. “They’ve been horrible lately.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve reassured her. “I can’t believe how good it is to see you. I mean, you’ve really grown up, haven’t you? You’re not just a little girl anymore.”

“You think so?” Sara asked, beaming, knowing that the last time she had seen him her breasts were just starting to grow and that now she had big full breasts, just like their mother.

“Yes, I do,” Steve said, looking at her. “You’re really quite a beautiful young lady now.”

“Oh, Steve, thanks,” Sara said, hugging him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Hey, it’s all right,” Steve said, feeling her tremble in his arms. “Everything’s okay.”

Sara sat on the sofa while Steve called their parents. She could tell that they were angry but Steve seemed to make everything okay and by the time he had hung up the phone he was smiling.

“Well, they were pretty worried, especially since you’re under age to take the car by yourself,” he explained. “But I think they understand and they said it was okay if you visited with us for a while.”

“Oh, Steve, thank you,” Sara said, her worries about everything vanishing into thin air.

“Let’s get your things from the car,” Steve suggested. “We’ve got a spare bedroom that you can use as long as you’re here.”

They went out and got Sara’s few bags, excitedly catching up on what they had been doing since they had last seen each other. They continued talking while Sara unpacked what little she had brought and put it into drawers.”

“Steve, is someone here?” Sara heard Veronica’s voice ask.

“Yeah, it’s Sara,” Steve replied as Sara finished putting the last of her things away.

“Sara?” she heard as she turned around, just as Veronica walked into the room pulling a short silk robe on around herself, but not before Sara had seen that she was totally naked underneath. “What are you doing here, Sara?” she asked, smiling a sleepy smile at bayburt escort her.

As Steve explained, Sara tried not to stare at her. She hadn’t remembered that Veronica was so beautiful, with thick black hair and olive skin, her eyes big and a wide, generous smile on her face. That plus the fact that the robe she was wearing was short. It barely covered her ass.

“Well, I hope you’ll like it here,” Veronica said, putting her arms around Steve and kissing him.

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Sara said, trying to hide her shock as the robe rode halfway up Veronica’s naked ass.

“I’ll bet you’d like to take a shower and relax a bit after your drive,” Veronica said, turning to smile at her.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Sara agreed.

“Well, the bathroom’s the next door to the left,” she said, Aso why don’t you do that and then we’ll decide what to do.”

“Great,” Sara said, getting to her feet.

She gathered some things she needed and went to the bathroom, slowly undressing as she thought of how Veronica hadn’t seemed to realize or mind that her ass had been showing when she had kissed Steve. Then she realized that she hadn’t grabbed her favorite conditioner that she had brought with her, so wrapping a towel around herself she went back to her room to get it. When she came out of her room, she couldn’t help but see into Steve and Veronica’s room, which was right across the hall, because the door was wide open. What she did see caused her mouth to drop open and she almost gasped out loud. Steve was kneeling in front of the bed, his face buried between Veronica’s thighs as she lay on the bed with her feet up on it and her knees spread wide. She knew that Steve must be eating Veronica’s pussy and she could actually hear Veronica cooing and encouraging Steve as he pleasured her.

Hurrying back to the shower before they saw her, Sara was surprised to find herself aroused as well as shocked by what she had just seen. It shouldn’t shock her, she told herself. After all, they’ve been married for two years now. It was just that the door had been open and C well, she was just shocked. But she noticed in the mirror that her nipples had hardened into big knots on the ends of her big breasts. She brought her hands up to cup them and felt a thrill course through her body as her fingers closed on her nipples, squeezing them and gently pulling on them.

She was always amazed how her body could feel when she stimulated herself in ways that she was sure her mother would not approve. Just thinking of what it must feel like to have someone do to her what she had seen Steve doing to Veronica made her shiver. It must be wonderful, she thought as she stepped into the shower.

It felt good to wash the long day away as she stood under the water. Finally she forced herself to get out, carefully drying her long hair and then standing in front of the mirror while she brushed it out. She thought of her hair as her best feature, not realizing that other people might have different ideas. She noticed that her nipples had calmed down, but as soon as she realized this and then remembered the reason for their excitement, they began to harden. She watched as they bunched up, screwing themselves into knots as she continued to slowly brush her hair.

She finished brushing and wrapped a towel around herself, gathering her things and went back to her room. She glanced into Steve and Veronica’s room but didn’t see them in there. She went into her room, pushing the door closed behind her. Dropping her towel to the floor, she began to rub moisturizer all over her body, remembering how it was important to keep her skin soft. She was bent over doing her lower leg and foot when suddenly her door opened and Veronica came in.

Blushing furiously, Sara spun around and stood up, not sure whether to reach for her towel to cover herself or not. Seeing her blush, Veronica smiled.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should have knocked,” she said. “I’m just not used to it anymore.”

“That’s okay,” Sara said, trying not to show how shocked she was.

“I just wanted to see if you needed anything,” Veronica explained.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sara replied. “I’m almost done.”

“You sure are beautiful,” Veronica observed, smiling at her. “I love your hair.”

“Thank you,” Sara blushed, feeling her nipples getting hard again in her embarrassment.

“Well, when you’re ready, come join us in the kitchen,” she said, turning to leave the room, not bothering with the door.

When she had gone, Sara pushed the door closed, still chagrined at Veronica just walking in on her. She noticed that the door had no way to lock it, so she shrugged and finished moisturizing, then pulled on some shorts and a sweat shirt, not wanting to bother with a bra. Quickly braiding her hair, she left the room and went down the hallway to the kitchen. As she walked into the kitchen, Veronica was standing with her back to her, leaning onto a central butcher block-like counter bartın escort as she talked to Steve. She was still wearing her robe and it had hiked up over her ass, totally exposing it. Sara was surprised again, because this time she could easily see Veronica’s pussy lips pouting from between her legs. Her face reddened when she thought that her brother had had his face there not too long ago.

“Well, there you are,” Steve said when he saw her. “How was the shower?”

“Uh, great,” Sara replied. “I guess I really needed it.”

“Do you have any specific plans while you’re here?” Steve asked. “Or don’t you know?”

“I don’t really,” Sara said. “I just wanted some space and I missed you, so I came here. Will I be in the way?”

“Oh course not,” Steve said, laughing. “I was just wondering.”

“Well, I’ll probably lay in the sun and read a lot,” Sara said. “And whatever comes up, I guess.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Veronica said. “No plans, just take it as it comes.”

“Something like that, I guess,” Sara agreed.

“We’ve been invited to go to a neighbor’s tonight,” Steve said. “Would you like me to call and see if it’s all right to bring you?”

“No, that’s okay,” Sara said. “I’ll just hang out here. I don’t mind, honest.”

“Well, okay then,” Steve said, smiling at her. “There’ll be other times when you can join us, I imagine.”

“Sure,” Sara agreed. “You guys just do whatever it was you’re going to do. I’ll be fine.”

They all sat around talking , catching up on what had been going on with their lives. Sara couldn’t help noticing how naked Veronica really was whenever she’d shift her legs. A couple of times Sara even thought she could see her pussy as her knees parted. Finally Steve announced that they had to dress to leave and he told Sara just to help herself to whatever she wanted or needed, that the refrigerator was full and that she shouldn’t be shy.

When they came out of their room only a few minutes later, Sara saw that Veronica was wearing a cute sun dress, very short, more than halfway up from her knees, and with spaghetti straps. Sara hadn’t realized how big her breasts were before, but with the low cut of the dress she saw that she had a really nice body. Steve was just wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. They both wore sandals.

“Well, see you later,” Steve said, hugging Sara. “We’ll probably be late, so don’t wait up for us,” he said, laughing, “Mom.”

“Don’t you dare!” Sara laughed, hitting him. “And you better be in good and early or you won’t go out for a month.”

Veronica smiled at her as they left and Sara went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She ate and watched TV for a while. Then she felt tired and decided to go to bed. As she got to her room, she looked into Steve and Veronica’s room, to which the door was open. Going in, she casually looked around, checking it out. She saw a magazine sticking out from under the covers of the bed, and not thinking anything of it, pulled it out to see what it was. To her great surprise it was a magazine entitled Swingers.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sara flipped through the magazine. She was shocked as she realized what it was, seeing the pictures of people engaging in sexual acts, and then she began to read the magazine. She was shocked as she read stories of people swinging, how they found other couples and then the things that happened between them, realizing that Steve and Veronica must be into it, too. She felt herself getting turned on, recognizing that feeling as she tried to picture Steve and Veronica having sex with other people.

Then she put the magazine down, and feeling a little guilty, began to open the drawers of their dressers, just looking inside of them to see if there were any more magazines or something. When she pulled open the drawer on the night table which looked like Steve’s side of the bed, Sara hit pay dirt, pulling out a photo album. Sitting down and opening it, her mouth dropped. Each page was the same. First a picture of Steve and Veronica with another couple, then the same picture but this time everyone was naked. Then there were usually three or four more pictures, each one showing Steve or Veronica having sex with one of the other people. And there were pages and pages of it, 24 in all, she counted.

Slowly Sara studied each page, shocked and also proud in a way as she saw how big her brother’s cock was. Veronica, too, amazed her. She really did have an amazing body and she obviously loved using it. There were pictures of her with cocks in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Sometimes all at once. There were even several pictures of Veronica with other women, which Sara found the most exciting as she studied these pictures of forbidden sex. She noticed that Veronica did not have even one hair on her pussy. It was completely bald. As she looked through the album, she noticed that most of the women were like that, making her realize that it was because ığdır escort they had shaved. She wondered what it would feel like not to have the auburn curls that framed her secret spot, as she thought of it.

Worried that they would come back and catch her, Sara replaced the album and put the magazine back the way she thought she had found it, then went to her room and undressed for bed. She was terribly aroused and she could feel how hard her nipples were as she pulled the sweat shirt off over her head. She knew that if she checked she would find that she was also wet between her legs, which she confirmed when she had slipped into the bed, her hand stealing down between her thighs to part her pussy lips and dip inside. As she played with herself, she wondered what it would be like to have men like Veronica did, how it would feel. And she fell asleep like this, her hand between her legs and a smile on her face.

She woke up some hours later when she heard some noise. Slipping out of bed, she put her ear to the door and listened.

“Oh, Steve,” she heard Veronica say, Athat was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was okay,” he agreed.

“Fuck me once more before we go to sleep,” Sara heard Veronica implore him.

“Haven’t you had enough yet?” Steve asked, laughing.

“Have I ever?” Veronica replied. “Come on, put that big cock in my pussy one more time, then I’ll leave you alone until tomorrow. I promise.”

“Come on, you,” Steve said, and Sara heard them going into their room.

She didn’t hear the door close and knew that if she opened her door she’d be able to see right into their room and watch them. She listened and didn’t hear anything. Holding her breath and carefully opening the door, hoping that it wouldn’t squeak, Sara opened the door just enough to be able to peer across the hall into Steve and Veronica’s room. The lights were on and she could see that Steve was standing at the foot of the bed and Veronica was on her hands and knees. She couldn’t make out any details but she knew from seeing the pictures in their album exactly what was happening.

Quietly closing the door, Sara slipped back into her bed, laying there picturing Steve fucking Veronica while she knelt on the bed. As her hand slipped between her legs again, she wondered if they had been with any of the people she had seen in the album, wondered what it would have been like to be there. Her fingers were busy between her legs and soon she had that wonderful feeling that would wash over her when she played with herself and then she drifted back to sleep, a smile on her face.

The next morning Sara woke up feeling much better for the rest. She hadn’t realized how tired all the driving had made her. Then she remembered what she had discovered the night before in Steve’s drawer. She didn’t know what to do as she got out of bed, pulling on her oversized sweatshirt and a pair of gym shorts. She opened her door and saw that they were still asleep, so she quietly went to the kitchen and found what she needed to make coffee. After the coffee had brewed, Sara sat with a cup, reading a magazine that she found on the table. Not like the one in their room, though. She wasn’t aware of anyone in the room until she heard Veronica’s voice right behind her.

“Oh, I thought I smelled coffee,” she said. “How nice.”

Sara turned in her seat as she heard Veronica and almost dropped her cup, for she was as naked as a jaybird. She saw that Veronica’s breasts really were as perfect as they had looked in the pictures, big, upright, large dark nipples on the ends. The slit of her pussy was easily visible without the hair covering it and Sara saw that she had a beautiful and graceful back as she walked over and got herself a cup of coffee. Sitting on a stool across from Sara, Veronica smiled at her.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asked, taking a sip of the coffee.

“Yeah, fine,” Sara said, trying not to be embarrassed. “Did you have fun last night?”

“Oh, yes,” Veronica said, smiling. “It was a very nice evening. I hope we didn’t wake you when we got home. It was pretty late.”

“I didn’t hear a thing,” Sara replied, shaking her head.

“There you two are,” Sara heard Steve say as he came into the kitchen in a pair of shorts. “And coffee’s ready, too,” he said, pouring himself a cup.

“How did you sleep, Sara?” he asked as he, took a sip.

“Oh, fine,” Sara said, smiling at him. She really had missed him. He had been such a good brother and friend to her.

“Do you want your robe or something?” Steve asked Veronica.

“Oh, I didn’t even think of it,” Veronica said, looking down at herself. “I almost never wear any clothes around the house,” she explained to Sara, Aexcept when people come over. I’ll go get something.”

“No, you don’t have to do that for me,” Sara said, trying to sound grown up. “I’ve seen other girls in the locker room in gym class at school”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind,” Veronica said. “Because it doesn’t matter to me. I just didn’t think.”

“No, don’t be silly,” Sara said. “This is your home.”

“I see you remembered and put your shorts on,” Veronica said, smiling at Steve. “Such a good brother.”

“Well, of course,” Steve said, sipping his coffee, his eyes smiling over the cup at Sara. “I don’t think Sara would appreciate it if I walked around naked, would you?”

My name is Jon. I am 21 years old and live with my Mom. She is on disability due to depression. My Father had left years ago due to her depression so it has just been us two for awhile.

It was a Saturday morning. I was drinking some coffee when Mom came down the steps. She is a larger woman. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had a tank top on that clung to her large breasts and swelled around her belly. Her shorts were not too long and showed her meaty legs. At 45 I still thought she was beautiful.

As I grew up I wrestled with my sexuality. I like men and woman and transgender. I just loved sex. So when my fantasies started going towards Mom, I just went with it. I never thought something would actually happen.

“I have to go get the car checked out honey.” She said collecting her keys. “I will be gone a little while.”

“Ok Mom. I’m not doing anything today so I will be around.” I said dragging my eyes up from her milky white cleavage.

She came over and kissed the top of my head. Giving me an eye full of bosom. I felt my cock spring to life. I never new if she knew I was checking her out. She continued on and left.

I finished my coffee and went to shower. A while back I was snooping in my Mom’s room and found a suction cup dildo. I grabbed that and went into the bathroom. As I stripped I looked at my body in the mirror. I am naturally hairless with just peach fuzz around my cock. I have always been slender and my hips flare out. Even my butt is nice and round. I have a guy friend that loves to spank it. As I look at my ass I shake it and watch it bounce. My cock is semi hard. I turn on the shower and step in.

As I wash I dream about bending over and feeling someone’s hands grabbing me. I bring the dildo up and begin to slowly suck on it. Feeling my mouth open up and imagining it being the real thing. I leaned back against the wall pushing and bobbing my head to take the fake cock in.

I soon place the suction cup on our shower bench. I prop my leg up and squirt some lube on my fingers. Massaging it into my boy pussy. I feel the warmth spread from my balls to my stomach. I lube the six inch dildo. It’s about an inch in diameter. I turn around and start to lower myself. Feeling the tip press into me. My hole resists at first then opens up. I feel my cock spasm when the dildo went in. I had my hands on the bench lowering myself down. A tight cramp hit my lower stomach. I raised up and let it pass. Then I lowered more. A deep moan escaped me as I begin to rise and fall on it. My cock swaying. I could feel my precum oozing out. Everytime I would lower down on it i felt a pressure. Almost like needing to pee.

I pressed my back against the wall and began to go faster. Hearing the slurping sounds as my ass clung to the dildo. I started to move my hand up and down my shaft. As I rose off I would press back with my hand, and sit back down lower with an upward pull. My ass felt so full with the fake cock. I brought my hand up and sucked my precum off my fingers.

I don’t know how long I was riding the dildo lost in my thoughts but I heard the door crack open and my Mom’s voice.

“Hey Jon I’m home.” I froze in mid air feeling such amazing pleasure. Our shower has a glass door and I wasn’t sure if she could see me.

“Ok Mom.” I called out. The door closed and I stood up. Crap I thought how was going to replace her dildo now. I quickly washed off and bilecik escort willed my cock to soften. I was going to have a case of blue balls for sure. I grabbed my towel and stashed the toy under the sink. I would have to get it after later.

As I stepped into the hallway Mom was right there. Her cheeks were flushed. “Oh sorry Mom.” I passed and went into my room. I heard the bathroom door shut.

I got dressed and tried to come up with a plan. When I finally made it back into the bathroom I found the dildo gone. Oh fuck Mom found it. I felt my stomach drop.

I went down stairs and Mom was sitting at the table painting her nails. A drink at her side. I noticed the bottle of vodka on the counter.

“A little early don’t you think Mom?” I asked. All my problems aside her and I have talked about her drinking. I usually turn a blind eye as long as she doesn’t drive.

“Oh Jon I just I wanted a drink.” She said looking up at me. “Any way we need to talk so go fix yourself one and sit next to mommy.”

I caught her use of “mommy” and wondered what was going on. I mixed orange juice and vodka and sat down.

“So I found my toy in the bathroom just now. Anything you want to tell me?” She said with out looking up. I saw she was painting her nails a dark red. “Ummm… Well… I am sorry about that mom.” I stammered. I took a drink and tried to be bold. “I just like the way it feels and I have never bought my own.”

She sat back and waved her hand to dry thr polish. She picked up her electronic cigarette and took a big hit. Blowing a cherry scented cloud of smoke out I waited for her to blow up.

“So are you gay?” She asked.

“No Mom! It’s just that I like men too and being girly.” The vodka was really hitting my head. I couldn’t believe I just admitted this to my mom. She was silent looking at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but admire her breasts. They were barely restrained in her shirt. Damn I was horny and my balls ached.

“Ok honey thank you for being honest with me. I’m not ashamed so don’t worry about that and I know how much you have given up to live with me. I really do appreciate it. What happens in this house is our business and no one else’s.” She said this looking right at me. I only nodded my head and drank the rest of my drink. Thankful she wasn’t mad.

“One last question I guess. Did you like knowing it was my toy or was it just a random sex toy to you?” I blushed and got up to make another drink. My head was getting fuzzy already. I knew it was going to be a crazy day.

As I fixed my drink I told her. “Yeah mom it was a turn on knowing it was yours. I hope your not disgusted. I know it’s wrong.” I sat back down. Mom was finishing up her other hand.

“Well honey I know all young men have urges. I hope I’m not being to bold but I have the same urges as well.”

I couldn’t believe I just heard my Mom admit she was horny.

“So your not disgusted with me?” I asked feeling like a teenager again.

“You know Jon I know I’m your mom and all but I am also a woman. You don’t give me enough credit.” She leaned over and I thought her breasts would spill right out of her shirt.

“So your not mad at all?” I asked stunned.

“Well you should be punished for invading my privacy.”

“I will mow the grass to make it up.”

“Well you can but I was thinking of something else. manisa escort When I came home I felt like I interrupted you.”

“Well Mom you did.”

“So you didn’t finish?”

I just shook my head no. “Well why don’t you go get my dildo and sit on the couch with me.”

I was stunned. Was this really happening. I jumped up and went up stairs. My head was spinning, my ass was tingling and my cock was hardening.

When I got back down I finished off my drink and sat next to mom. She was sitting on the end of the couch. With her legs up on the cushions. Her legs looked so good. I sat down.

“Ok son now take off those shorts and get comfortable.” I stood and stripped off my shorts. My cock bounced obscenely. I heard Mom gasp. “Now you have grown.” She giggled. I blushed and sat down.

She took a hit of her electronic and blew the smoke out. We were sitting across from eachother. I felt her slide her foot up and down my legs.

“Ok now get ready for my toy.” She held the dildo and smiled. I leaned back and got ready. I had a feeling what was coming. My cock was rock hard. I squirted lube on my cock and rubbed it down into my ass. Mom handed me the dildo. I looked right her.

I moved my leg on the side of the couch to open my ass up. Still watching her I moved the toy to my hole. Leaning down a bit I began to push in it. I usually like to close my eyes but I kept them open. Watching Mom watch me. She had a dazed look in her eye and she was sucking at her lip. I had a feeling she was turned on because her nipples were hard. Poking through her shirt. As I pushed the toy in I felt my ass open. The pressure was amazing. Being watched by my mom was so hot I felt I could have came right there. I slowed my hand on my cock and just traced my vein running up and down my shaft.

“Do you like feeling mommy’s toy in your boy pussy?” I heard her ask in a sultry voice. I nodded and moaned as I felt the toy slide deep.

Before I knew it Mom had moved her foot to the base of the dildo. She pressed against it, pressing it deeper into me. I moaned louder.

“Yes you do like it my sissy son. You like when I push it deep.”

She curled her toes around the base and brought it out. I felt it slide back on my insides. She then pushed it deep again. “Oh god yes mom!!” I moaned loudly. I felt precum pushed out of my cock and run down my head. I soon was lost in the pleasure of feeling my mom fucking me with her toy. My cock was aching to release. I watched as she rubbed her breasts. Running circles around her hard nipples.

She slowly pulled her shirt down and pulled her right breast out. It looked so good and heavy. Her nipple pointing out. She raised her boob to her mouth and sucked her nipple. I moaned watching her. A wicked grin on her face.

“Does my sissy son like watching his mom play?”

“Oh yes mom.” I couldn’t resist and finally started to stroke my cock.

“Mmm good boy jerk that cock for your mom. Up and down. Cum for mommy.”

I picked up the pace and she pressed the dildo deep.

“Oh god yes mom.” I felt my orgasm hit. It wracked my body and I felt my cum rocket out. I felt the hot sticky cum splash my chest and chin. With my eyes closed I heard mom gasping. It seemed like she enjoyed the show too.

“Ok son clean up and mow the lawn. Im going to take a nap.”

I was a little disappointed mersin escort but nodded my head as she stood and left the room.

Later that night I was in my room watching tv. Mom hadn’t commented about that morning and I was feeling a little weird about it. Not that I was disgusted but that she was. I didn’t want to lose something hot and special.

Pulling me out of my thought I heard her calling me. I jumped up like a spring and bolted to her room.

When I opened the door I saw she was sitting on the side of her bed. She had the hair clippers on her night stand.

“Hey honey would you mind shaving me. I’ve let my hair grow out and it’s a pain in the ass to do it myself.” She said this matter of factly. Like asking your son to shave your pussy hair was no big deal.

“Yeah mom no problem.” I finally managed to say. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth. As I walked over to her. Mom stood and pushed her shorts down. No tease no fanfare. One minute clothed in “mom” shorts the next naked from the waist down. I was rock hard already.

She laid a big towel down on the bed and laid on it. Her legs spread wide in a very obscene fashion. I could see the huge bush nestled between her legs. It was glistening with moisture. I got in between her legs and stared at her.

“Close your mouth Jon. I know I’m your mother but you’ve seen a naked woman before.” She said.

“I know Mom It’s just your beautiful.” I replied honestly. She blushed deeply. I could’ve sworn on saw more wetness form around her hair.

“Jon that is very nice of you to say.”

I grabbed the clippers and began to shave her. Being careful not to cut her I took my time. She wanted it all gone so it went quickly. I soon was working on the inner part of her lips. Spreading her pussy apart to shave one side then the other. Her scent was strong but so erotic. I longed to lean down lick her.

Once I was done I laid the clippers aside and brushed the hair onto the towel. I saw your clit was very swollen, begging to sucked. I leaned down and gently blew the last of the whiskers away. I heard Mom moan feeling my breathe across her pussy. I was inches away from her honey pot. I couldn’t take it anymore and sled my tongue up her pussy lips. Her taste was amazing. Earthy and rich. Her moan and gasp was a delight to my ears.

“Oh you naughty boy. Licking your mommys dirty pussy like that.”

I sat back on my knees still tasting her pussy. “Sorry mom I couldn’t resist.” I said with a grin. She was staring at my hard cock.

“I need to take a shower but do you think you would want to jerk some cum onto my pussy before I shower?” I pushed my shorts down and grabbed my hard cock. It felt alive in my hand.

Mom pulled her shirt down and squeezed her breasts hard. I saw her flesh pressed in between her fingers. I spat on my cock and on bare pussy.

“Oh yes baby spit on mommy like that. Rub your cock on my pussy.” Hearing her talk dirty was driving me wild.

I pumped my cock right above her. Taking my base I slapped at it. Hearing her moan and lift her hips up. I felt the heat baking off of her. I run my cock across and up. Pressing down on her clit. She moaned so loud. Her hand moved down over her belly and found her clit. She started to rub it. Up and down and circles.

I couldn’t believe I was masterbating with my Mom. Her moans filled the room and I watched as her body started to spasm. She spread her outer lips and I could see her pussy open and closing. My orgasm hit me and my cum erupted right on her pussy. Covering her with my seed.

“Oh yes baby cum all over mommy. I love feeling it on me!”

We slowly calmed down. Our breath ragged. Her hand was massaging my cum into her. The room smelled of sex.

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“Melanie!” screamed the voice from the intercom at the young woman’s desk. She jumped for the 10th time that day. “Bitch does it do me every time” she muttered to herself.

“Yes Mrs. Kensington?” she asked in a subservient voice.

“Get my son in law in here, now!” she demanded.

“Yes Mrs. Kensington.” she said calmly. Flipping the button down and hitting an extension on her phone, she waited while the number dialed. It picked up on the third ring, a low, husky voice answering, “Hey Mel, what’s shakin?”

She giggled as she always did when she talked to Mr. Shaw. He was handsome, young, flirted like crazy, and just a really nice guy. Why he married Missy Kensington was totally beyond her, but it was not her business to wonder. The big dick in his pants? Sure she could fantasize about that, but that was for home while she was in bed with her dildos. Her beginning fantasy was interrupted by a voice saying “Earth to Mel, Earth to Mel, come innnnnnn Mel.”

“Oh jeez, sorry Mr. Shaw. I..” she stammered. He interrupted her by saying, “How many times do I need to tell you to call me Rich??”

“Sorry Mr. Shaw…I mean Rich. Um, Mrs. Kensington wants to see you. Umm, Rich? She sounds pretty pissed so you might want to make it quick.”

“Ah gotcha Mel, loud and clear. Thanks sweets” he said, hanging up.

She disconnected her phone, opened her drawer quickly, saw that her makeup was in place, and waited for him to come around the corner. As one of the executive VP’s of the company, his office was in the same wing as her boss’s. She could hear his footsteps coming down the hall a few moments before he pushed through the doors into the outer office where her desk sat. He pointed to the door and she simply nodded as she hit the buzzer on the door, unlocking it for him to pass through. He smiled and winked at her before he closed the door behind him.

“Good morning Deliliah.” he said in greeting, knowing it would piss her off.

“Shut up and sit down.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving the sheaf of reports on her desk. Taking it in stride, he hid his smile and sat down in front of her desk, ready for the shouting tirade she was about to lay on him. It had been about three weeks since the last one and even though he knew production in his department was better than last quarter, it wouldn’t be enough. Since coming to work here, he’d pretty much been her whipping boy, and considering his wife’s obsession with shopping, he was more than willing to take it to make the bills. These bullshit yell sessions always seemed to come right after the family gatherings they had at the estate.

She clicked the intercom, “Melanie?”

“Yes Mrs. Kensington” the voice answered.

“Cancel my appointments until lunch and see that I am not disturbed.”

“Of course Mrs. Kensington.” She reached up and turned the machine off.

She finally looked up at Rich and said, “I was looking over the reports and they’re not making me happy Richard.”

“Deliliah, you know I hate it when you call me Richard, and you know what?” he said, amazed at his own brashness. “My department is doing better than any of the others, the best it’s done all year, and I am proud of them. Don’t drop muğla escort your tub of bullshit on me this quarter Del, please.” He say back in his chair, folded his arms and tried to keep a straight face. His mother in laws face, however, was far from calm.

“How DARE you! I gave you a job and promoted you even though you didn’t deserve it. I have given you everything and…”

“So your daughter can live in the style she’s accostomed to, and so you can hang it over my head. You know what Del? I’m tired of your bullshit three week tirades, I’m tired of you putting me down, and I am tired of your bullshit to my people.”

She smiled evilly, he knew that he had fallen into her trap. This was what she had been planning on all along. Suddenly a lot of pieces fell into place. His wife’s increased travelling, her almost complete absence from the house for the last two months. He’d been set up all along.

“Okay Richard, if that’s how you feel about it, you can leave. Give me one good reason why I should keep you here. Yes, Missy is leaving. She’s already in the South of France entertaining the son of a friend of mine, and has been for weeks.”

“Why? What did I ever do to you?”

“That doesn’t matter Richard. Now. Give me one reason to keep you here, and make it good please.”

“Nice condescending attitude as usual” he thought to himself. If he was going to be fired, he might as well go out with a bang. Thinking he would let her have it, a thought occurred to him that was even better than telling this bitch what he felt.

He stood up, walked around her desk and went behind her chair. Her expression faltered slightly. “You want one good reason? Fine…Turn your chair around…” he said angrily, unzipping his pants and dropping them and his boxers to the floor. As the chair turned slowly around he began stroking his rapidly hardening cock. She turned completely around and saw him standing there, with his pants around his ankles stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen.

“My word” she breathed, bringing a hand to her mouth. She had always admired his penis, always catching looks when she thought he wasn’t looking, talking to her daughter about how big and satisfying it was. In fact, it was the one part of her plan that was difficult to work in. Missy didn’t give much of a shit about the man whatsoever, but she did love the way he fucked her brains out. Deliliah had always subconsciously punished him for all of the satisfied looks on her daughters face when they would get together for dinners. Her husband Don, was hung like a raisin, but was brilliant. Together with his brains and her business savvy, they had built the company into a multi million dollar empire.

“I’ve seen you checking me out Del, see you watching me as I walk by, checking out my package. Yeah, I even know what these bullshit tirades are about. Missy told me she talks to you about everything, even where, how many times, and how well. You want one reason? It’s right in front of you Del. Is this a good enough one for you?”

She sat mesmerized by the long, thick penis in front of her. Everything she had imagined paled in comparison to the real thing. The head was large and flushed red, with long ropy veins traveling from under the helmet all the way down to the thick bushy black hair around his balls. The two round globes hung under his shaft, large and inviting. Without meaning to, the hand ordu escort that had been covering her mouth moved slowly towards him. He took a step forward, allowing her better access to it.

Her fingers gently touched the head, stroking lightly. He moaned softly as her hand slid around the head and moved down the thick shaft. Her mouth opened as she licked her lips, her hips scooting forward in her chair. She brought her other hand up to cup his warm balls, her fingernails teasing the underside of his sacs.

“So what do you think Deliliah? Did I give you a good enough reason?” Her eyes snapped up to his, her trance broken. He saw the look in her eyes and smiled, knowing he had guessed right. “Shall I show you how I please your daughter? Would you like me to give you that satisfied look?”

Her answer was to take the head of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue all around the underside of the shaft. She was a surprisingly good cock sucker, he thought to himself as she managed to cram more and more each time she went back down on him after taking a breath. Looking at her inhaling his cock, he realized that underneath all that bitchiness, she was actually pretty hot. Her silvery hair was shoulder length, a strand or two getting in her mouth from time to time, which she pulled away. He pushed her back in the chair. As he stood there with his dick hard and wet with her saliva, he smiled.

“Take off your clothes, and go lock the door.” He began to unbutton his shirt as she spun halfway around, and pushed a button. He could hear the lock snap shut on the door. She turned back to him with an expectant look on his face, all hint of bitchy mother in law gone, replaced by a remarkably beautiful woman who wanted him very badly. He watched as she stood and began unbuttoning her blouse. As she exposed herself button by button, he saw the lacy white bra underneath.

“I heard you had the office sound proofed, is that true?” She nodded licking her lips as she pulled the shirt from her shoulders. Unzipping her skirt happened in a flash and a pile of blue material collected around her ankles in a pool. Her legs were long and shapely, normal considering the amount of exercising he knew she did every day. She stood before him in a matching white garter, stockings and bra, her hairy bush exposed and glistening with moisture.

What surprised him was the size of her tits. They were a lot bigger than he had assumed, evidence of a remarkable tailor. He pulled her to him, thrusting his tongue in her mouth as she moaned loudly, her arms wrapping almost desparately around his neck. Finding her bra strap was easy and a matter of seconds to unclip it. She let go briefly to let it fall, her warm, surprisingly firm breasts crushing into his chest as she groped him. He put both hands on her firm round ass and pulled her crotch into his. His wet cock met her wet pussy as he ground his dick into her. They both moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back.

He pulled back from her suddenly, so suddenly that she lost her balance and grabbed for the desk. He quickly turned her so that her hands were on the desk in front of her and her firm ass was facing him. He set the head of his cock at her wet pussy, pausing for second to tease her with it.

“Missy’s not coming back is she?”

“No, the divorce papers were supposed to be delivered to you today.”

He pushed the big head against her, osmaniye escort her nether lips parting as she moaned loudly. “Melanie can’t hear us, can she?”

“Ahhh, god…no, she…oh god please! no she cant’ hear a thing, the room is sound proofed. Please…fuck me! oh god Richard, please?” she pleaded.

He slid in an inch and slid almost all the way out, her hips backing up trying to keep him inside her. He put a hand on either side of her waist saying, “So I could fuck the shit out of you all day and no one would interrupt us?”

“please fuck me, please fuck the shit out of me!” she wailed, writhing on the desk.

His hands tightened as he thrust deeply in her, her juices making her pussy slick and wet. She was amazingly tight as he forced inch after inch into her, thrusting deeply until his balls began slapping her clit. The heavy sacks swung beneath him on each of the powerful thrusts, slapping against her clit and driving her wild.

“Fuck me with that cock baby, OH GOD I need it so fucking bad!” she cried, feeling wanton and slutty. She bucked her hips backwards into each of his thrusts, loving the feeling of his fat cock splitting her open, his heavy balls sending electric shocks through her body each time they hit her clit. Pulling and groping her heavy breasts, she felt transported back to college when she got drunk one night and let one of the sorority brothers bang the shit out of her.

“You like that cock huh slut” he said as if reading her mind. “Been dreaming of this big dick slamming in and out of your cunt for a long time now eh slut?” He felt himself warming to the role reversal, taking charge and finding it hard to hold himself back. He’d always dreaming of bitch slapping his cunt of a mother in law, but bitch FUCKING her? Wow!

“Take all of that big cock you fucking bitch, take it all!” he said, reaching under her to pull her upright. She continued to thrust her hips back into him, taking his long heavy cock deeply inside her. His hands found her breasts, groping and playing with her nipples, driving her wild.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your big hot meat. Oh god don’t stop! Don’t STOP! OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she wailed, her head thrown back, her back arched, her ass a blur of movement as their hips slapped together incessantly. He grunted several times before thrusting powerfully, unloading a large load inside her. She continued to buck and moan even as he gradually thrust less and less quickly.

He slid out of her and sat in her chair, catching his breath. “You’ve got a hot cunt Del, a great ass, and some really beautiful tits. And I’ve got the dick to match, don’t I?” he said, crossing his legs. His cock was still hard surprisingly, but he and his wife had never had angry sex, so this was new. She pushed herself up from the desk and stood facing him. She was stunning in her beauty, her hair messed up, her big tits bared for his viewing. Made him want her again.

“Fuck me again Rich.” she said, almost demandingly.

“Fuck you? I don’t think so. You ask nicely and I might think about it.” he said, crossing his arms. He liked having control in this relationship and he wasn’t about to give it up.

“Please fuck me again….Dick.” she said, her demeanor changing. She fondled her breasts, squeezing them and running her hands over them, playing with her nipples. She smiled as she walked over to the couch, sitting down on it with her legs spread wide. “Please fuck me with that big fat cock, Dick…”

His cock twitched as he stood, smiling…

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Becoming Father Michael Pt 1

“Have you thought of becoming a priest Michael?” Father Rafferty asked me after mass when I just finished my confession.

“No father,” I said, “I think now I’ve finished school I’ll go and train for an accountant.”

“Ah but to be sure Michael there’s more to this life than figures,” he said, “Tis a fine life serving the Lord, Michael.”

“But father,” I replied, “Did I not just spend a quarter hour confessing to Jesus how I keep lusting after women?”

“That’s right Michael,” he said, “So why have you not thought of the priesthood?”

“But father!” I replied, “Every time I see a woman all I can think is what she’s like beneath the dress, how’s her cunt, is it shaven, what’s her ass like? you know, is that stockings and suspenders she has on, is her ass red raw where her man has whacked her, what has she for tits, you understand father?”

“Well,” he said, “I’m not getting any younger, and its a healthy young curate I’ll be needing, now tell your mammy father Rafferty says you’re to start training for the church next Sunday.”

“But father,” I protested, “I think about poking women with my rock hard cock just about every waking moment!”

“Sunday lad, now get out of my sight,all this talk of stocking and suspenders and smacking their bare asses, ’tis worse then the phonography,” he said, though I had a sneaking suspicion he meant pornography.

Mam was less surprised than I thought, “To be sure Michael you’re a strong enough lad,” she said when I told her, “And you know the scriptures do you not?”

“Yes but Mammy, I want to be a publican!” I said.

“You’ll spend your money on gambling and whores and come to no good,” Mammy said, “No it’s the priesthood for you lad.”

It was the next Saturday father Rafferty came around to see me, “Now your Mammy says you’re fine to join the priesthood and I’ve got a nice curate job for you if you can measure up.”

“Have I to sit an examination?” I asked.

“In a measure of speaking,” he agreed, “You’ve to see the mother superior at Ballykisasole convent,” he said.

“When father?” I asked.

“Why now,” he said, “You’re not been wanking have you?”

“No father, I only wank in the morning and evening and when I wake in the night,” I admitted.

“Good lad.” he said and he took me outside where his new green Ford Cortina stood, you know the one with round tail lights and his was the 1600cc with leather seats.

“Maybe you could have a car like this one day when you’ve your own Parish.” he suggested as we flew along at seventy miles an hour.

“God in heaven preserve us,” he said a couple of times.

“Do you pray constantly father?” I asked.

“No, tis the tyres,” he said as if I understood cars.

The Convent was like convents all over Ireland, big forbidding grey walls with happy nuns all singing and dancing and smiling inside where they looked after the orphan babies they found abandoned upon their doorstep, and to my surprise I was invited in not just to the visiting room but to the Mother superior’s quarters.

“So this is Michael?” Mother superior commented, “He’s a credit to you Dougal.”

Father Rafferty coughed awkwardly, “He’s a lusty lad by all accounts.”

“You lust after old women then Michael?” the Mother superior asked.

“Father?” I asked.

“I had to share the confessional with her grace Michael,” he admitted, “It won’t go against you, tell the truth.”

“I dream of cunts Mother,” I said, “Hairy old cunts, young juicy cunts, I cannot think of anything else!”

“But you’re a virgin still, you have refrained, the truth now!” she said.

“Yes mother,” I explained, “I just wank myself stupid.”

“Now that’s the worry, d’you see you’ll go blind.” the mother superior explained, “Won’t he sister Pious.”

I hadn’t realised frumpy middle aged sister Pious was there nor the young innocent sister Mary.

“Are you sure?” I asked, “How else am I to suppress my urges?”

“Have you explained nothing Dougal?” the mother superior asked.

“No, I’m afraid I did not.” father Rafferty admitted.

“The thing is Father Rafferty is getting older,” the mother explained, “For some time now he’s needed a cock ring and now he needs a butt plug up his ass before he’s any use to us at all.”

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“Oh he can poke Mary and the like, she’s all tits and legs, but he’s no good to me or Sister Pious or the ladies on O’Donnel street.”

“What?” I asked.

“He can’t get a cock lift, it’s not right a nun of my age needing to wear stockings to turn my priest on.” the mother superior admitted.

“Or mine,” Sister Pious agreed, and blushed furiously.

“You did say you fantasised about the Mother superior Michael,” Father Rafferty reminded me.

“Yes, I did, I did once,” I admitted, “In the night.”

“You see poor kırklareli escort old Dougal just doesn’t measure up any more Michael,” The mother superior insisted, “Why ten years ago he had seven inches of solid cock, eight on a good day, solid muscle and a good squirt of nice creamy spunk, Michael, potent stuff Michael.”

“Cock?” I asked.

“And Michael’s cock Dougal, is it straight or curved and how long?” she asked greedily.

“How should I know?” father Rafferty asked.

“I thought you said he was the one?” Sister Pious reminded him.

“I haven’t exactly measured it,” Father Rafferty explained, “I couldn’t ask the lad to drop his trousers could I?”

“He’s your damned son,” she reminded him, “Seamus Riley never stayed sober long enough to poke the mother so he must be yours,” she said, “Just look at the eyes and the finger nails.”

“Ah well, your not wrong,” he said, “But the thoughts he has, stockings suspenders and whacking nuns on their bare asses with a leather belt.”

“In confession?” Sister Pious enquired.

“Yes in confession,” Father Rafferty agreed.

“You better show us,” the mother superior suggested, “Let us decide.”

“What?” I asked.

“Trousers down Michael,” Father Rafferty insisted, “You heard the reverend mother.”

“But father!” I protested.

“Trousers down Michael,” the mother superior ordered, “Let us see if you’re man enough for the good lord’s work.”

“Oh let me!” Sister Pious insisted and she stepped forward and grabbed my fly buttons and fumbled awkwardly as she tried to undo them.

She was no beauty but the scent of her in her starched headpiece and black robe and her fingers on me was enough and I started swelling in my underpants, “No!” I cried.

“What do you mean ‘No,” the mother superior cried, “There’s good work to be done, there’s orphans needed Michael and good god fearing young mothers whose men can’t do the manly thing just crying out for babies.”

“But mother!” I exclaimed as Sister Pious fumbled the last button and wrenched my flies open.

My cock made a tent pole of my underpants, until Sister Pious undid my trouser belt and wrenched my trousers and underpants to my knees.

“Will you look at that sister,” the mother superior cried, “Eight inches of good Irish cock.”

“Are you sure sister?” Sister Pious asked, “Could it be eight and a half?”

“Now Michael, you see we Nuns we give up fleshy pleasures to serve the lord but just once in a wee while we like to be reminded so, if you wouldn’t mind,” the mother superior asked me sweetly.

“Mind?” I asked.

“Just a couple of pokes if you please,” she asked, “Just a couple mind.”

“Father?” I asked.

“Take your trousers off,” Father Rafferty said, “And don’t be disrespectful, the mother superior needs a cock.”

“Yes father,” I agreed and I slipped off my stylish slip on winkle picker shoes and stepped out of my trousers and pants.

“Socks Michael, you can’t poke a nun with socks on,” he insisted.

“All right,” I said as I peeled my yellow socks off.

“So Michael do I need stockings?” The mother superior asked as she sat on the floor and raised her robe to reveal some gnarled old thin bony legs and greyish thighs and the hairiest cunt you’d see outside the monkey house at Dublin zoo.

“No reverend mother,” I said awkwardly.

“Then poke me for my penance Michael,” she said, “Get me so excited that I’m a gagging for it and then leave me unfulfilled Michael.”

“Our prayers are with you Michael,” Father Rafferty assured me.

“What, poke her?” I asked.

“Yes, Michael, come on along, ” the mother superior said, “Are my legs not spread wide enough in welcome?”

“Oh yes mother,” I said and I knelt before her and gently guided my stiff cock into her moist old hairy and well worn cunt.

It was heaven on earth, “Lord Jesus be praised!” I shouted with the thrill of poking a woman at last, in out, in out, I poked.

“Stop, enough!” Sister Pious insisted, “My turn!”

“Just once or twice more Michael, poke it right in me boy,” the mother insisted, “Jesus but that’s a fine cock you have there Michael, a fine cock indeed.”

“Get off it’s my turn!” Sister Pious insisted, and she grabbed me by the collar.

“Just a few more,” the mother superior pleaded.

“No, it’s my turn!” Pious insisted, “Michael!”

I was in heaven with the angels, “Michael!” Sister Pious insisted, and she hauled her robe over her head to stand there naked, as fine a figure of middle aged womanhood as you would see anywhere, why her tits were like cows udders and there wasn’t the single wisp of cunt hair anywhere no even round her ass hole.

“You trollop, Jezebel,” the mother cried, “I’ll have you whipped for lewdness,” and then she cried, “be Jesus he’s twitching pull it out Michael, don’t waste the god given seed of life, poke poor Mary!”

“He’s mine!” Sister Pious cried.

“But I’m to have the orphan!” Sister Mary protested.

“So which afyon escort is it to be?”I asked as I slipped from the mother superior’s sopping cunt.

“Can you hold on a few pokes Michael?” Father Rafferty asked.

“If it’s god’s will,” I replied.

“Then poke Sister Pious!” he replied.

“Against the door post Michael,” Sister Pious insissted and she just about dragged me across the room to the door where she stood against the wall on one leg with the other leg swung aside and invited me to poke her.

I stood there uncertain but she just grabbed my cock still slippery with the mother superior’s juices and jammed it right in her aching cunt.

“Oh God in heaven that is good,” she cried as I slipped into her shaven wetness, “Oh what a fine cock you have to be sure Michael, that’s a fine cock indeed it is.”

She gripped my cock with her cunt like it was the jaws of a vice, Angels danced on my cock and there in distance was Satan and his crew sitting around their desert camp fire all miserable while the heavenly host made love and drank Guiness, and sang good old Irish songs.

“Enough, ’tis Mary that needs an orphan,” the mother superior reminded me, “Pull out Michael, shoot your wadge in a bowl and we’ll shove it up Mary on a stick.”

“No I’m fine Mother!” I insisted, “You ready for my cock Mary?”

Mary blushed, poor girl she was barely older than me, fresh faced innocent perhaps, she looked at the mother superior, “Must I?”

“Yes to be sure you swore obedience did you not?” the mother superior reminded her, “Lie down girl.”

Mary lay on the floor ad raised her robe to reveal tiny white panties with pink polka dots.

“What in God’s holy name are those?” Sister Pious asked, “You know we’re not allowed knickers.”

“Sorry sister,” Mary said and she pulled her knickers down revealing a tiny little cunt with furry hair all over her sweet little mound, “Please be gentle with me.”

Gentle, it was a race against time to get her poked before I shot me wadge so I just lay upon her and aimed my cock at her and banged away until I battered my way inside.

Eight or nine pokes she needed and then quite suddenly it all went easy and I was floating on clouds again, “Thank you,” I said absent mindedly.

“You can shoot your wadge Michael,” Father Rafferty suggested.

“No, you’re all right father, I’ll be a minute or so,” I said.

“Will you?” Mary asked, “Only it hurts a bit.”

“Squeeze him with your cunt muscles Mary,” Sister Pious suggested.

“Like this?” Sister Mary suggested.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” I whispered, “That feels like heaven.”

“You cock feels like heaven Michael Riley,” Mary said and suddenly like an express train

coming out of a tunnel my wadge shot out my balls down my shaft and burst out inside poor Mary.

“Michael Riley I love you!” Mary said suddenly and she convulsed like an adder had crawled up her backside and bitten her guts.

“Very impressive,” the mother superior said as she stood up and smoothed down her habit.

“That’s a man’s cock and no mistake,” Sister Pious added.

“So we’ll offer him the job then?” Father Rafferty asked.

“Will you do it Michael?” the mother superior asked, “You can be based here and still do your classes at university college but you’ll wear robes and a dog collar.”

“What about pay?” I asked.

“Pay, what will you want pay for with all found,” the mother superior enquired, “And Mary to set with child and your pastoral duties, will two thousand a year do?”

“When do I start?” I asked.

“You just did!” Sister Pious replied.

“Now, it’s priest’s robes you’ll be needing for it is said that trousers and underpants reduce sperm count, isn’t that right Sister Pious,” the mother superior asked.

“So it is said,” Sister Pious explained, “In the medical journals you understand.”

“So Michael you away with the good sisters and get your robes fitted,” Father Rafferty suggested.

I went to put my trousers on, “Oh there’s no need for that Michael, you’re quite safe here,” the mother superior said, “You run along now!”

I felt very foolish in my roll neck sweater and jacket with my shirt tails down around my arse and barefoot carrying my shoes and trousers as Sister Pious led me down the long bare stone floored corridor lined with ancient oil paintings towards the tailors in their ‘Sewing room,’ as the called it.

There there were mounds of cloth in every shade of grey and black and white you ever did see, silks and satins, and to the side there was the rich coloured cloth for the alter cloths and priests sashes and there within were two nuns, the older well into her eighties with glasses and a new fangled battery hearing aid and her assistant a sweet young nun of twenty or so.

“Will you look at the cock on that one Martha!” the old one cackled.

“I shall not look sister, it is sinful!” sister Martha insisted.

“Ah tis sinful and all hard and sinued sister,” the older nun observed, amasya escort “The sort of fine upstanding cock that would bring a gleam to any young nun’s eye.”

“Sister Emmanuel, I did not join the order to look at cocks!” sister Martha replied blushing furiously.

“Then just bend from the waist,” sister Emmanuel suggested, “And hope he don’t stick it up your arse!”

“Sister!” Sister Martha exclaimed and she blushed bright red.

“Now sisters.” Sister Pious asked, “This poor young Father is in sore need of some robes.”

“Have you had a taste if him Sister Pious?” sister Emmanuel asked.

“That I have and he did not disappoint sisters, have no fear,” Sister Pious assured them, “He’s as lusty as he looks.”

I blushed as I saw them all looking at me and the hairs on my arse started prickling and my cock started getting a stand and started to come out between the flaps of my shirt.

“Do you see that Martha, it’s eight inches if its an inch,” Sister Pious added as Sister Martha blushed crimson.

“Well that’s by the bye,” Sister Emmanuel said dismissively, “But this poor lad needs some robes Martha, will you measure him please.”

“No!” Sister Martha cried, “I shall not, not with that, that thing poking out of him!”

“I’m asking for his inside leg sister, not asking you to suck on his cock!” Sister Emmanuel explained, as she threw a rolled up tape measure to Sister Martha “So just get on with it will you?”

Martha took a big breath and knelt before me with the tape, I felt her hot breath on my cock, I had to clasp my hands behind my back as her sweet mouth swayed inches from my erect cock, I just wanted to take her cheeks in my hands and thrust my hard cock into her sweet mouth and fuck her sweet face until she cried out with pleasure.

“Thirty two inches,” Sister Martha announced as her gossamer light fingers tickled against my foot and my balls and then she, “Seven and a half inches.”

“Never, that’s eight inches if it’s an inch,” Sister Pious opined.

“Ha, now measure it properly Martha, for gods sake,” Sister Emmanuel demanded, “Come on now sister, measure from root to tip.”

“Oh lord Jesus,” I cried and my tool swelled even more under her nimble fingers.

“For gods sake sister, measure him, not wank the poor lad off,” Sister Emmanuel chided, “Let us not spill the seed of life sister.”

“N’no, sorry,” Sister Martha exclaimed, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry,” I said awkwardly.

“Ah ’tis not your fault,” Sister Emmanuel said, “It’s about time you had an orphan Sister Martha, what with these rubber johnnies everywhere and that there’s hardly an orphan born now, we’ll be out of a job otherwise!”

“But Sister I don’t want the pleasures of the flesh!” Sister Martha exclaimed, “I want the company of god and the sisters.”

“You’re a Lesbian!” I laughed, she blushed again.

“No!” she cried in alarm but I had caught her out.

“I saw you sneaking into sister Mary’s room!” Sister Pious declared.

“How is this getting me some robes?” I asked, “Me bare arse is freezing me balls off.”

“There you are Martha, you warm his cock up with your warm cunt,” Sister Pious suggested.

“Or use your mouth?” Sister Emmanuel suggested.

“Damn the all of you, I’ll turn Protestant if you don’t stop tormenting me!” Sister Martha exclaimed.

“That’s an evil threat to be sure, an evil threat,” Sister Emmanuel exclaimed, “There’s nothing for it lad you’ll have to cock her right now and show her the lords gift of love.”

“But Sister that’s rape!” I protested.

“No she’s taken a vow of obedience, now lie down sister and let the poor lad cock you,” Sister Emmanuel ordered.

“No!” Sister Martha cried, “I shall not!”

“Whip her bare ass Father Michael!” Sister Pious ordered, “I’ll hold her.”

“I’ll help you!” Sister Emmanuel volunteered and they grabbed Sister Martha and lofted her robe to reveal sensible black knickers from Marks and Spencer.

“Will you look at that,” Sister Emmanuel sighed, “Knickers under her roes, what a Jezebel.”

“Let me go!” Sister Martha cried but I saw her lovely pink bare arse and my leather belt in my trousers and I slipped it out and whacked the tan leather across her backside a few times, leaving red marks across the sweet virgin pinkness of it.

“Stop for pities sake stop!” she wailed.

“Will you do god’s will?” Sister Emmanuel demanded.

“Yes, but stop him whacking my arse while I can still walk!” Sister Martha cried.

“Stop Michael, lay her down on those old robes and cock her will you?” Sister Emmanuel asked.

“And get that shirt off or you’ll be too hot!” Sister Pious added.

I did like they said and stripped to me vest, “You look a right prat Michael, take off the vest why don’t you, cock her in the Lord’s image as you were born.” Sister Pious added.

It was quite naked that I advanced upon Sister Martha, “What a magnificent specimen he is Martha, don’t you think you should show him your tits?” Sister Pious added.

“Yes have your robe off and your headpiece Martha, else they’ll get dirty.” Sister Emmanuel added and between them the stripped poor Martha naked.

She looked at me sorrowfully, he sweet tits all displayed and with the headpiece off she had auburn hair and auburn cunt hair and she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

“Don’t hurt me Michael,” she said awkwardly.

This story continues from the first one I posted and is based on experiences growing up in the UK. Thanks for the feedback from my first attempt and any thoughts or comments on this one would be greatly appreciated.

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After the first time that Tracey, Mark and David had played the “Up and Down Game” things changed between them all. The change was subtle change in how they view each other but also the bond of trust that had been there between David and Mark now covered all three of them.

Mark noticed it the most as the general banter between him and his sister had an undercurrent of flirting which they both enjoyed and responded to.

One of Tracey’s ‘chores’ was to spend time in the evening and at weekends at David’s parents farm looking after the tree horses that her and her Mum kept there. The farm was about a 20 minute walk from Tracey’s house and she always loved spending time there, but more so now as David and her flirted and laughed together in the same way as she did with her brother. It also gave her an advantage now as David was only too willing to help her with some of the tasks she was not so keen on. Tracey loved horses but spending hours mucking the horses out and basically shoveling horse shit was certainly not her favorite job and she would smile as she watched David doing this job while she groomed the horses and rode them.

Mark spent a lot of time on the farm as well, although it normally involved racing one of the farms quad bikes or tractors with David! The boys could spend hours doing this although there was often a sudden end to the race when David’s Dad appeared and heard the boys crashing the gears and his prize John Deere tractors!

One Saturday David and Mark were in the yard playing football while Tracey was grooming the horses. The tractor races were ‘on hold’ as the boys had not been able to explain how one tractor ended up sitting in the middle of a pond with the water covering its bonnet after a race a few days earlier. Everyone else was out and after about an hour of playing football David went and got three cans of Coke and they all sat down on some hay bales by the barn. They chatted for awhile about the usual things, all of them enjoying chilling out on a warm July day.

After a while the conversation gradually became more focused on flirting and Tracey started to feel their eyes starring at her breasts. She smiled and then quickly pulled her t shirt so it was tight against her and stuck her tongue out at the boys.

“Suits you Tracey,” said David ” although that is a scary tongue you got there, you could do some damage with that you know!”

They all laughed and then Mark said ” Well Sis, since you are obviously in a good mood, how about a game?”

Tracey did not reply at first, instead she picked up a straw that David had brought out with the cans of Coke and loudly slurped as she drank.

“That’s a hell of a suck you got there!” said David laughing.

Tracey was nearly blushing but kept slurping and just raised her eyes and looked directly at David. As he looked at her, David was captivated by her deep blue eyes and the knack she had to look almost totally innocent and yet seem to be flirting madly at the same time.

“Come on Trace, what do you want to do?” said David

“Truth or dare ” replied Tracey as she sat on the hay bales kicking her feet backwards and forwards.

Mark and David looked at each other and nodded.

“Mark, you go first ” said Tracey.

After a few moments thinking Mark asked for a truth.

“Ok” said Tracey “Did you snog Gail last year when she worked here?”

Gail was a girl who had worked for David’s Mum for a year or so and although she was very good with horses she was also quite a large girl with unruly ginger hair, wild eyes and a wicked sense of humour. While working there Gail had seemed to derive great pleasure from scaring David and Mark to death when they were about. Despite that Tracey had sensed that Mark fancied this ‘mad woman’ and she had spent a long time winding Mark up saying how she knew that he was gagging for Gail.

Mark’s face had gone bright red and David poked him sharply in the ribs to make him reply.

“Ok urh yes I did” he eventually replied. desperately hoping they would then let it go.

“Come on, let’s have the details!” said David.

Mark took a deep breath and then explained how one day she had been in a stable with him and she had been winding him up about him flirting with her. As Gail had been talking she had moved right up to him and Mark was against the wall when she had tried to kiss him. At first he had been nervous as the wild ginger girl kissed him but he had actually found it to be quite enjoyable and not they had snogged for a few minutes and she had also let him have a squeeze of her significant breasts as well.

As he finished talking Tracey smiled and said

” See that was not too bad was it bro, OK David truth for you now. What did you do with Gail?”

David looked stunned, as he was not sure if Tracey was guessing or had she actually found out what had happened. kütahya escort Both Mark and Tracey were starring at him now waiting for David to say something.

“Hmmm,” he said ” oh what the hell, ok yes I snogged her and also…..”

“Come on spit it out!” said Tracey.

“She gave me a blow job and too be honest at first I thought she was going to bite the damned thing off but actually she gave a damned fine blow job.” he replied.

“Bollocks,” said Mark ” She never offered me one!”

“Ok boys calm down now.” his sister said smiling at them both.

“Your turn now sis” said Mark

Tracey decided quickly that in the circumstances a dare would probably be the lesser of two evils, as it would avoid giving the boys a chance to ask a truly embarrassing question.

“Dare please” she said.

Mark and David looked at each other both wondering where to start. After a few moments it was David who broke the silence,

“OK, the dare is to walk across the yard and then walk back topless!”

The yard was shaped like a courtyard with stables on three sides and the big hay barn where they were sitting made up the fourth side.

Tracey giggled, got up and promptly walked the thirty yards across the yard and stopped. Mark and David watched intently as she turned round and then pulled her t-shirt and bra up in one movement. Mark had determined his sister’s breasts were 32b from reading one of the labels in the laundry and they looked absolutely perfect as they bounced gently as she walked slowly back towards them. Tracey initially tried to look in total control but she could not contain a smile as she felt the warm breeze on her boobs and the boy’s eyes almost hypnotised watching her walk towards them.

Tracey’s smile grew as she saw both of them shuffling around on the bales to try and make their erections look less obvious. As she got back to the bales, the smile had changed to a giggle and she pulled her t-shirt down and said,

“Your turn for a dare together, you got to drop your jeans and take your tops off and go across the yard and back!”

Mark and David got up and both quickly took off their t shirts and Tracey watched intently as they both started to undo their jeans. Neither of them tried to hide the fact that they had both been turned on by her topless walk and with their jeans round their ankles they started to walk across the yard.

Tracey found it comical yet sexy watching the boys waddle across they yard with their jeans round their ankles. As they turned round to walk back this was increased by the way their erections tried to escape their boxer shorts.

As David and Mark got back to the bales they went to Pull up their jeans but Tracey shook her head and patted the bales either side of her indicating that they should sit down. After a few moments silence they all giggled at the situation as the boys sat on either side of Tracey with their jeans down and very obvious bulges in their boxer shirts.

‘Dare for you Sis i think now” said Mark ” you can do the same as we did, get waddling!”

Tracey was feeling relaxed and also she could feel herself gradually getting turned on by the situation so she stood up and quickly removed her t shirt and bra. Mark and David loved the view as she undid her jeans and her small black knickers came into view.

The sight of Tracey trying to walk across the yard with her jeans round her ankles was captivating. Her perfect arse swayed from side to side as she moved, and the small black panties extenuated the shape and quality of her firm bottom.

As she turned round she looked fantastic with the jeans down and her body naked except for the small knickers. She paused for a moment and then started to walk back with her hips swaying from side to side as she shuffled along and her 19-year-old body looked so sexy.

Every step made the boys feel hornier as their eyes kept moving from her hips to her boobs as she walked back. As she got closer David could see that her nipples were hard and smiled as he knew she was enjoying their reaction as much as they were enjoying looking at her walking towards them.

She sat down without even thinking of pulling her jeans up, slightly red faced and then patted both of their hard cocks through their boxers and laughed as she said ” Glad you all appreciated that”

The three of them could sense the atmosphere had become charged and both David and Mark desperately wanted to reach out and touch and kiss her whole body as she sat between them.

She moved her hands away she said ” Your dare is to stand up and touch each other now”

Neither of them said anything but they stood up and shuffled forwards so they were facing each other in front of Tracey. Reaching forward David touched Marks shoulder then moved his hand down and his body and ran it across the front of his boxers. Mark responded and as they started to gently touch each other’s cocks through their boxer shorts they started to lose their inhibitions. Mark started to rub David’s dick harder through his malatya escort shorts.

Tracey watched intently as the boys started to work each other’s cocks through their boxer shorts and found herself mesmerized by the whole scene. She then leant forward and without saying a word reached to David’s boxer shorts and pulled them down releasing his hard cock. Marks hand had moved away as she did this and she took his hand and moved it back onto his friend’s cock. Mark wrapped his hand round and started to slowly wank David and for a minute Tracey rested hard hand on her brothers at it moved up and down. She enjoyed the sensation as she felt the tenderness with which her brother was stroking his best friends cock and also how relaxed they were with one another.

She then moved and grinned at David as she pulled Mark’s boxers down and his cock sprang out. This time David took her hand and placed it on her bothers cock and watched as she without hesitation started to stroke her brothers cock. Tracey gripped it gently and moved her hand up and down in time with Marks hand which was stroking David

The view of Tracey wanking that hard cock was heavenly and David moved forward so he was only about a foot away from Mark. Mark caught his sister’s eye and she started to stroke him with her left hand.

She giggled as she stroked both of them at same speed and then tugged at Mark so he stepped forward and the too cocks were nearly touching.

Tracey laughed as she playfully hit Marks cock with David’s and then rubbed them against each other. She then continued to slowly stroke both of the hard cocks feeling the heat from them filling her whole body. Tracey then put a hand on each side and rubbed their cocks between them, laughing as she looked at them sandwiched between her hands.

As she looked up at David and Mark they both indicated she should stand up which she did. David was very tall to even when she was stood up Tracey was level with his chest. Mark was only a few inches taller than her so she was looking almost directly at his face, which was dominated by a huge grin as he felt his sister’s hand, working his cock.

Both boys then started to stroke up and down her breasts and stomach feeling the warmth of her gorgeous skin.Tracey gently swayed her body in response to the hands on her breasts and tingled every time a hand moved down her tummy, wondering where it would stop.

Gradually the boys got braver and as their hands reached the top of Tracey’s panties they continued and stroked across the black fabric that covered her pussy.

Tracey almost trembled as she felt the two hands in turn moving across her, each time with slightly more pressure on her pussy.

David looked at Mark and grinned as he rested his had on the side of Traceys knickers, when Mark saw what David was doing he also moved his had to the side of her knickers and then slowly they both started to pull down.

As Tracey felt her panties being pulled down she felt her throat go dry, a mixture of emotions ran through her. Some of her wanted them to stop but this was overwhelmed by the urge to have her pussy uncovered so their hands could feel just how turned on she was becoming.

As Tracey’s knickers came down the light brown hair around her pussy became visible and as the boys saw this the pulled her knickers down further to uncover the whole of her. David then moved his hand across the top of her pussy and then down to touch her lips, as he did Tracey without thinking moved her feet so her legs were slightly apart. Mark was transfixed watching his friends hand stroking Tracey’s pussy and after a few moments David moved his hand away to stroke her hips and round to feel her perfect bottom.

Mark then heard Tracey quietly say “Its ok, you can touch it bro”

Nervously he moved his hand down her stomach, across the soft hair that surrounded her pussy and felt the wetness of his sister. As Mark stroked her Tracey started to slowly move her hips so her pussy was moving against her brothers hand. She was getting lost in the sensation and was now holding both their cocks and had stopped wanking them and was just running her finger over the tips of them feeling the soft gooey wetness of them.

David moved so he was behind Tracey and she felt David kissing and stroking up and down her back while Mark touched her as he kissed and licked her shoulders and down to her breasts. Tracey closed her eyes as the feeling of the hands and tongues exploring her skin felt like a soft warm rain on her skin. Tracey felt herself being enveloped in a feeling of passion and without saying a word she grabbed her brother’s head and pulled him towards her. She kissed him and pulled him closer so she could feel his skin against hers,

Mark was initially suprised by the feeling of Tracey kissing him hard on the lips but he found himself responding and they were kissing deeply with their tongues exploring too.

Tracey felt David’s hand moving down her bum and she moved her legs so he could trace round to her pussy.

As batman escort Davids started to stroke her, it was like a bolt of electricity and she kissed her brother hard. She could feel Mark’ hard cock pressing against her tummy and as David’s hand stroked and explored her pussy she slowly moved up and down against her brother’s body. David was now increasing the intensity of his hand on her pussy and the boys felt Tracey start to tremble gently as the feelings started to fill her whole body.

David moved closer and slowly started to kiss her neck and at the same time watch Tracey and Mark kissing. There was something so sexy about watching them kiss and sensing their tongues darting around each others mouth. David rubbed Tracey faster and kissed up her neck to her cheek. Tracey opened her eyes and turned her head to kiss David and she smiled as she turned back and kissed Mark again.

As Tracey felt her orgasm building she reached down and started to stroke Marks cock, rubbing it up and down her tummy as they kissed.

David gently patted her arse with his right hand while his left hand rubbed her clit faster. Tracey started to tremble more and David felt her bum start to move back and forwards as her orgasm got closer. Mark responded as Tracey rubbed his cock faster and knew he was going to explode quickly. Tracey moved her hand up and down his cock faster as her orgasm started and abandoned herself to the feeling that raged throughout her body.

Marks cock exploded and as she felt his hot cum hit her skin she stroked faster and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. She pushed her arse back so two of David’s fingers were deep inside her and she felt her pussy grip them tight as the spasms of her orgasm continued.

Tracey moaned loudly as she moved her body up and down her brothers body spreading his cum all over her tummy. David’s hand continued to tease her pussy and Tracey felt her legs shaking as the orgasm flooded round and round her body. Mark held her close with his hands on her hips as he felt his whole sister’s body move against him and he marveled at the feeling and vision of his sister enjoying a massive orgasm.

As the orgasm subsided Tracey kissed Mark again and then turned and kissed David. His cock was hard and Tracey smiled as she moved down his body and licked the end of his cock. She licked and nibble round the end of his cock and tasting him and sensing that he would need very little encouragement to orgasm. After a few moments David was unable to contain himself and his cock started to twitch as his cum erupted out of the tip. Tracey continued to lick round his cock as the hot white fluid shot out, some flying past her head, some landing on her tongue. She laughed as she tasted him and continued licking him wanting to tease every last drop out of him. As she felt the flow subsiding she gently took his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth before letting go and standing up so she could kiss him.

All three of them were still lost in their individual thoughts of the whole experience as they fell back onto the hay bales smiling and giggling. Tracey lay between Mark and David and was the first to speak

“Now that….” she said giggling ” is what you call an orgasm!”

They all smiled and David said ” Well its OK Trace we had to work hard but I think you were not too shabby in the end!”

They all giggled as they lay there looking up at the roof of the barn and then across to look at the naked body next to them. After a few minutes Tracey looked towards her brother and caught him looking up and down her body. His gaze was becoming focused on the light brown hair above her pussy that he could see as his eyes looked down her tummy.

“Hope it meets your approval bro?” she said,

“Oh yes urh sorry, its very very nice indeed” he stammered.

David laughed, and said ” I think Trace he wants a better look at your you know….”

It dawned on Tracey that although her brother had seen her pussy when the boys had taken her knickers off he would have been unable to see it as she held him close while Davids fingers had given her a wonderful orgasm. It seemed strange but totally natural to Tracey and she moved so she was kneeling next to Mark. As her brother lay there he could see her whole body and her pussy was within reach if he stretched out his left hand. Tracey closed her eyes and slowly ran her hands up and down her body, moving her hips from side to side. When she opened her eyes she could see Mark totally transfixed watching her body move and she smiled as she saw his cock hardening again as he watched his sisters naked body moving around. David was watching Tracey’s back and did not say anything as he felt this was a moment between her and her brother that he somehow should not interrupt.

Tracey took her brothers hand and started to stroke it up and down her pussy, gradually showing Mark where to touch her and how much pressure to apply to turn her on. As she felt the feelings intensify she could not help herself and she took her brothers hand and positioned it so she could move her pussy so two fingers were at the entrance to her. She then moved so that Marks fingers were moving into her pussy and she started to rock backwards and forwards on her brother’s hand. Mark was almost paralysed as he felt his sister fucking his two fingers and watching her hips move up and down slowly was the most beautiful sight he had ever see or could ever hope to see.

Thursday Afternoon:

It had been surprisingly easy to seduce Dr Lorne. He was a professional, through and through, and I suspect that most attempts to make him act so improperly would have failed…but there are few men in the world who can resist a horny topless 18-year old girl who’s throwing herself at you, and Dr Lorne certainly wasn’t one of them.

My mouth descended on his, and after a few seconds of struggle he allowed himself to melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and running his hands up and down my back.

“Oh, Doctor…” I moaned, and he tried, briefly, to distance himself from me.

“We really shouldn’t…” he said, but I took his hands, placed them onto my plump breasts, and writhed in pleasure as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of two huge, teenage tits in his hands.

A few seconds later, his pants were around his ankles, and my hand was on his cock.

His cock…despite my first ever sexual activity being less than twenty-four hours ago, it felt like it had been familiar since I’d had the familiar feeling of a nice juicy cock in my hands. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to play with it…but more than anything, I wanted it to fuck me. I wanted to be fucked by my doctor, for the first time…he was there when I was brought into the world, and somehow, in my head, that made it okay for him to be the man to take my virginity.

The idea was only in my head for a few seconds before I was frantically pulling my panties down, bending over the patient bed, and looking back at the doctor.

“Please,” I said as sweetly as I could. “…don’t be gentle.”

Dr Lorne’s eyes widened, and I reached behind myself to guide his cock into my entrance.

It was everything that I’d dreamed it would be. His firm cock slowly pushed against my lips, parting them, finding the wetness inside of me. He kept on pushing forward as fireworks exploded in my head – I felt so full, I felt so good…I felt so useful. I was a D-cup, and that meant that I couldn’t say no…not, of course, that I wanted to.

Finally, his cock was inside me, all the way. He stayed still for a few seconds to let me adjust – I’d never felt anything like it. I squirmed at the sensations that his member caused in me, and sighed with pleasure as he started pulling out of me again.

“Oh, Doc…” I said, and looked behind me to see if he was enjoying himself. His eyes were closed, and if his hands hadn’t reached around and started pulling and tugging on my tits, I would have worried that it was because he didn’t find me attractive. But then he pushed forward again, and I stopped worrying…about anything.

It didn’t take the good doctor long to cum. As a medical professional, I was slightly surprised that he wasn’t more concerned about protection, but I suppose he wasn’t the type to put a condom in a gift horse’s mouth, or however that expression goes. I orgasmed just before he did – every time he thrust into me, I clenched, and my clit went wild with delight. I couldn’t believe how good being fucked had made me feel, and I think that my clenching pussy and gasps of pleasure were what set Dr Lorne off as well.

After we were done, he pulled out, and started to stammer an apology. I wasn’t really listening – I was sitting up on his bed, legs spread, looking at my pussy. If I squeezed in a certain way, cum dripped out, and it was one of the most beautiful things that I’d ever seen.

“Are…are you on the pill?” he asked when I didn’t respond, and I just shook my head and giggled.

“It would probably be a good idea, though,” I said in reply. “Because I’m planning on doing a lot more of that.”

And I did. After pulling my panties back on, and waltzing out of the doctor’s office with a prescription for birth control in my hand, I meant to head straight for the pharmacy, but a particularly attractive construction worker caught my eye, and after I’d approached him and asked why he hadn’t cat-called me, a few minutes later we were tumbling into a half-built room, his pants around his ankles, and my bra in his hand…

After the construction worker, it was a businessman I passed on the street, then a man selling hotdogs who knew where the nearest public toilets were, and then taxi driver who I’d hailed because I thought he looked cute. Finally, when I got the taxi-driver to drop me off at school (leaving him my extremely damp panties as a tip), my pussy was starting to feel a tiny bit sore.

Another side-effect of having big boobs, I thought with a sad shake of my head. Small-chested girls have no idea how easy they have it…

When I arrived in school, lunch was just wrapping up, and I couldn’t help but notice, as I wandered into the cafeteria, how many stares I was drawing. The uncharacteristically short skirt, the ruffled sex-hair, the unrestrained breasts…(I’d offered the construction worker a blow-job in return for getting my bra back, but he was exhausted after our two quick, messy fucks. artvin escort He’d offered to just give it back, but that didn’t feel like a fair transaction to me, and so I’d let him keep it.)

I’ve got to tell you, it put a bounce in my step, and as my heels clacked across the floor, I found myself heading straight for Patrick and his friends.

“Hey,” I said, sitting next to him and putting one hand on his leg. “Can I ask you a favor?”

The huge footballer looked at me with a half-smile on his face, and glanced around at his friends.

“This is…uh…” he said, attempting to introduce me, but I dismissed the formalities with a wave.

“It doesn’t matter. Could I speak to you? Alone?”

He was already getting up, but I wanted to make my point, so I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“I don’t really want to talk…it’s about sex.”

A few minutes later, Patrick had found us another empty classroom with the lights off, and my arms were in his hair, his tongue halfway down my throat.

“I want you…” I moaned, and knelt down in front of him. “I need you…”

This time, however, I didn’t take his cock in his mouth – though God knows I wanted to. Instead, I just jerked him off. I’ve never actually done this before, I realized as I stared adoringly at his cock, while my small hand pumped it over and over. It was beautiful, in many ways – seeing his veins pulse and the head of his cock intensely throb as he got closer. Finally, recognising that he was close, I turned around and aimed him at myself, hitting my own rear entrance with his seed.

“What was that about?” he asked as I smiled with triumph. I looked up at him, and told him what I’d really brought him here for.

“I want to you to take my ass…but I’ve never done it before. Can you help?”

His cock plumping up again in my hand was all the reply that I needed. From my conversation with Marty that morning, I knew that anal sex was something I was expected to do a D-cup, but that wasn’t why I was so interested…honestly, it just seemed exceptionally practical. My pussy was exhausted, after all the men I’d taken, but I wasn’t ready to stop yet – I wasn’t even close.

The ass was new territory, which excited me in itself, but more importantly, it meant that I could probably take another four or five men before having to call it a day…at least.

In retrospect, I’ve no evidence that Patrick knew what he was doing, but if it was his first time as well, he certainly hid it well. He didn’t just shove it in, like a lot of men would have – he turned me around, kissed me, and then reached down between my legs and played with my clit for a few minutes.

My pussy was sore from the day’s pounding, and my clit was slightly desensitized, but his fingers running over the slick nub still felt amazing, and when his other hand started gently twisting and pulling my nipple, the combination sent ripples of pleasure through my whole body.

He leaned in and started talking directly into my ear:

“You like that? You like your little body being used by a big, strong man?”

I just nodded, and gasped as he roughly pulled on my right nipple.

“You’re such a dirty little slut…I can feel that I’m not your first man of the day, you know that? You’ve had someone else cum inside you, haven’t you?”

I nodded again, unable to think clearly enough to lie. A part of me was worried that he’d be grossed out, knowing that he was touching another man’s seed, but when he didn’t seem to react, I threw my head back and took another ragged breath as I realized what a slut I’d been that day.

“More than one man?”

I nodded.

“How many?”

“Five,” I croaked, and felt Patrick bite my neck at the answer.

“God, what a dirty little whore you are…and now you want to be fucked in the ass, by a boy who you only met yesterday. You’re a filthy little tramp…and I’m going to use you like one.”

Without me realizing what he was doing, Patrick had turned me on and utterly relaxed me. He kept talking dirty to me as his left hand moved behind me, lubricated a few fingers on his own cum, still wet on my ass, and slowly slid a finger into my one remaining virgin hole. I was too horny to resist, and after a few seconds, a second finger joined the first.

“I’m going to take your ass,” he said, and I nodded, pleading with my eyes, too turned on to even speak.

Running his cockhead up and down my pussy a few times, catching some of the cum that was steadily dripping from my slit, Patrick waited until his cock was well lubricated, and then placed it at the rosebud of my asshole.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into my ear, and all I could do was agree…

It didn’t hurt, not nearly as much as I’d worried that it would. It was more like an intense pressure – I could feel my own ass expanding to accommodate his girth, and it felt amazing. aydın escort

Honestly, everything about the situation was turning me on, and it all combined to leave me panting with pleasure after just a few seconds…I loved being Patrick’s schoolgirl slut, I loved having him take my ass…I especially loved the small moaning sounds he made, showing exactly how he turned he was by his girth slowly filling up my ass. He never let up – he just kept on slowly sliding forward, fucking his own cum into my ass, as I moaned and shook.

I’d never felt so full in my life. I was almost having trouble breathing, so intense was the feeling. It took more than five minutes before he was finally all the way inside me, deep within my rectum, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear again when I felt his balls bouncing against me.

“And now,” he said, “you’re fucked.”

It would have been easy to be scared, but my nervousness just turned into arousal as he pulled almost the whole way out, and then plunged his thickness inside me, again and again. He didn’t go easy, and I didn’t want him to – at one point, he put his hand over my mouth, just to stop the wailing of pleasure and dirty words that I was emitting.

The stimulation was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced – it wasn’t like being fucked, although it certainly contained the same elements of being repeatedly filled up and empty. The rubbery feel of his cock on my ass was nice, but it was the pure dirtiness of what we were doing that was really getting me off.

I was getting fucked in the ass. I was a little schoolgirl ass-slut, and I was loving every second of it.

It was less than a minute before I felt my first orgasm beginning to build – as if he knew my body as well as I did, Patrick increased the stimulation on my clit. He’d never stopped manipulating it, not for a second, and now he could feel that I was getting close to cumming, he rubbed it faster.

“Are you going to cum?” he hissed in my ear, and I nodded frantically. “Are you going to cum from having your first cock in your ass?”

“Oh god, Patrick…” I said, the second his hand pulled away from my face. “Please…”

“Cum, my little slut,” he spat, and it was all that I’d been waiting for – my climax seemed to go on forever. Patrick didn’t let up, he kept ramming my ass as I saw stars, and when I was done, I realized that he’d been filling my ass with his seed as I came.

I collapsed onto the floor of the empty classroom with a smile, and when I opened my eyes, Patrick was looking down at me. I could imagine exactly what I looked like – skirt bunched up around my waist, my huge D-cup tits exposed to the world, cum dripping out of both my holes…

Patrick, in contrast, hadn’t even gotten undressed. He didn’t say anything as he left, and it was a few minutes before I had the energy to get up and return to class.

Now that I knew what I was doing, I wondered how many more men I could take in my ass before I got too sore to continue…

I truly loved being a D-cup.

Friday Morning:

I woke up with two worries: I was afraid that my holes would still be sore, and that my tit-size would have grown once again…

I was half right.

The D-cup bra that I’d bought yesterday was already too small for me, but my ass and pussy felt great. I pirouetted in front of the mirror, admiring my ample rear – had it, too, grown? – and wondered why I wasn’t sore. Maybe Marty would be able to…

Marty.

The second that my brother’s face popped into my head, my pussy grew wet, and my nipples perked up. I was an E-cup now, at the very least, and that meant…oh god.

I was a freak. I was the kind of girl who’d sleep with my brother without a second thought. Hell, I’d only been awake for a few minutes, and already the idea was incredibly appealing…

Collapsing backward onto my bed, I tried not to think about my brother in a sexual light. He was just my brother, I told myself, and just because my breasts were one size bigger was no reason to stop thinking of him as a sibling…all I had to do was remember that he was just my sexy older brother, and nothing more.

Wait, no. Not sexy. That wasn’t what I was trying to…

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Here was what I was going to do: I was going to get up, go downstairs, and sit down in front of my brother. I was going to try to ignore the way he’d inevitably stare at my tits, or the way that my body would respond…I wasn’t going to let his long, lingering glances at my chest affect my behavior.

I certainly wasn’t going to pull my shirt up and let him have a look. My body was not there to please my brother, and when I saw the outline of his erection pushing against his jeans, I wasn’t going to get down on my knees and fish it out, wrap my lips around it, and let Marty fuck my face until he was shooting his precious, precious balıkesir escort cum deep into my throat…

Somehow, while telling myself what I wasn’t going to do, my hand had slipped between my legs, and started stroking up and down my sensitive pussy-lips. At least, I thought, my other hand was just resting casually on my breast, and not pulling at my nipples…although, of course, my new E-cups were apparently so sensitive that just resting there was enough to get me excited.

A few seconds later, I was cumming around my hand, wondering if my brother liked going out with D-cup girls so that he could take their asses. After Patrick and I had finished up in the empty classrooms, I’d managed to persuade two more footballers to sneak away with me and take my ass, and then when I’d gotten home, I’d noticed my forty-year old neighbor staring at me as I walked down the sidewalk.

Staring was rude, but somehow if felt like it would have been more rude not to take him inside and make him fill my ass up with his seed. Twice.

After that, it had been a relatively quiet evening. I’d spent slightly too much time experimenting with various phallus-shaped objects around the house, and had quickly discovered the delight of double-penetration. Believe me, you haven’t known masturbation until you’ve had a cucumber up your butt while slowly sliding a glass rolling-pin inside your freshly-shaved pussy…

I shook my head. I was getting distracted. I’d had a nice morning masturbation session, and that, surely, would be enough to ensure that I could hang around my brother without getting fixated on the long, smooth cock that he was hiding beneath his pants…

Just as I’d expected, Marty stared at me as I descended the stairs. I was wearing a vest – normally it would be worn over a shirt, but none of my clothes would fit over my enormous new bosom, and so I’d decided to wear the vest by itself. It didn’t expose anything…unless, of course, I moved.

(I was making sure to move as much as possible.)

At the back of my wardrobe, I’d managed to find an insanely short skirt…actually, I believe I may have bought it to use as a belt. Whatever the original intent, it really showed off the curves of my ass, and my pussy mound. It went really well with the platform shoes that I’d borrowed from Mom’s wardrobe – I don’t think she’d worn them for more than twenty years, but luckily for me, she never throws anything away.

Marty gaped at the sight of me, and when I was at the bottom of the stairs, I wrapped my hands around his torso, pulled him toward me, and passionately kissed him good morning. For all his smooth moves with his nightly dates, he didn’t seem to have anything to say to that, and it was only when I pulled out of the kiss that I remembered that a few minutes of making out wasn’t our standard sibling greeting…

Crap.

Reluctantly removing Marty’s hands from my mostly-exposed ass, I sat down on the stool, and tried to think of what I’d have done on any other day. My tits were interfering with my thinking, however, and making it hard to remember what was normal and what wasn’t. A nice, normal, sister-to-brother blow-job? Did he normally spank me, to break the ice? Or did we just skip the formalities and go straight to him sliding that cock inside his sister’s cunt, pumping in and out until I was full of his cream…

I shut my eyes and tried to remember what Marty’s cock tasted like. I could imagine it easily enough, but I couldn’t remember the flavor, and that was the clue that I needed – I didn’t normally blow him.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized that my vest had flipped open, exposing my pink nipples to Marty’s touch. He was standing in front of me, caressing them in awe.

“Are they…” he said, and I just nodded.

“So you’re…”

I whimpered with need.

“Should we…”

He didn’t need to say another word. His careful fondling had brought me almost to a peak, and I knew that I had to have him inside of me. I barely cared which hole he used, falling desperately to my knees in front of him, unleashing his cock…I was an E-cup, and that meant that I didn’t say no to anything, anyone…I needed his cock, and I needed it now.

Marty looked down at me with a surprisingly smug look on his face as I slurped and slobbered all over his cock. He’d had so many bimbos in the past few weeks, I really hoped that I could compete…one of his hands was still fondling my breasts, and while I desperately wanted to pleasure myself as I blew my sexy older brother, I wanted to make sure to give his hardness my full attention.

Without breaking eye-contact, I slipped his cock into my mouth, further and further. Just like in my fantasy that morning, I took his member deep into my throat, carefully suppressing my gag reflex, letting my brother fuck my face, use me as his little cum-slut…

To my surprise, he didn’t unload into my mouth as I’d been expecting, instead ordering me to turn around. He didn’t take my skirt off – there was no point – and I hadn’t worn any panties, so nothing got in the way as he slowly sunk his hard dick deep into my dripping wet pussy.

“Oh, Marty…” I moaned, as he continued to play with my nipples while fucking me over the kitchen counter. “Oh, big brother…”