Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It’s a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You’ll have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapter 1 and 2.

I hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!

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As I walked into Jan’s office, I saw chapter two of my story on her desk. She had printed it out, same as chapter one. I immediately mused that she enjoyed my story. I imagined her at her desk reading it, and getting so turned on her hand found it’s way to her crotch, and a smile crossed my lips. This time I didn’t take up residency on the obligatory couch. I sat in a chair facing Jan’s desk. As Jan walked past me and around her desk to take her seat, I noticed her skirt was a little shorter than the skirts I had seen her in before. Previously, her skirts came to just above her knees. This black skirt was mid-thigh in length. Her legs looked ravishingly hot. Her thighs were shapely and toned, and they looked strong, but without bulk.

“I read the second chapter of your story. So, now you and Clair are in deeper. Did you feel any remorse at all after that?”

“No, not at all.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t feel any guilt after your orgasm, after Clair gave you oral sex. That’s a vulnerable time for a man. Usually teenagers feel guilty just after orgasm while masturbating. Have you ever experienced that guilt as a teenager after masturbating?”

“Sure, some.”

“But that guilt wasn’t there after your orgasms with your sister?”

“At that time, I was nineteen, and not a virgin. In fact I had stopped feeling guilty about masturbating years before that, even prior to loosing my virginity. As a younger boy, I had read in a Men’s Health that masturbation was healthy for your body and good for your mind. After reading that, I said to myself, ‘why I am I feeling guilty doing something that is healthy?’ I never felt guilty again after that. In fact that’s when I started masturbating at least once a day.”

“So at that point, you no longer had any guilt associated with masturbation. But you’re saying you also had no guilt associated with having sex with your sister, Clair?”

“Well, we hadn’t gone all the way, yet. I mean, if we’re taking this discussion chronologically, then at the point where we’re at, we hadn’t gone all the way yet.”

“It’s still sex with your sister, William. Oral sex is still sex.”

“No. I didn’t feel guilty. OK. Does that make me a monster?”

“I’m not here to judge you, William. I’m here to help you.”

“It sure seems like you’re judging me with all these guilt questions.”

“I just need to understand how you were processing your feelings during the time all this was going on. It’s an emotionally charged thing for most people, to have sex with their sibling. I’m not a mind reader, I can’t get into your head. These questions are designed to give me an idea of how you felt about those events when they were happening, and how you’re currently processing them.”

There was a long pause in the questioning, I just stared at Jan and said nothing.

“And Clair, what was her take on the two of you having oral sex? Did she talk to you about it afterward? Did she express any guilt, or reservations about what you two had just done?”

“No. Not that she let on. She seemed happy to be learning from me.”

“Your story portrays Clair as someone just blossoming in their own sexuality, and you as the instrument of that, the teacher. How did that make you feel?”

“It felt good.”

“Do you think that masked any guilt you might have otherwise felt?”

For the next forty minutes Jan probed my psyche to find any semblance of a normal human being, I suppose. I did my best to assure her, aside from my lack of guilt associated with Clair and myself having sex, I wasn’t psychotic.

“That’s all the time we have for today, William. I’d like you to continue writing your story. Do you think you can write another chapter and get it to me before we meet next week?”

“I’ll do my best,” I said as I got up from the chair in front of Jan’s desk. She was busy writing her notes, of what a basket case I was most likely. As she leaned over her desk, I glanced down the top of her blouse. A hint of cleavage, just a hint, was all it took for my mind to go off into the nether regions of Jan’s flesh.

As I left her office I once again felt the need to call Clair. I picked up my cell and placed a call to her.

“Billy. We’re not suppose to be talking to each other right now.”

“I need you Clair. Please.”

“No, Billy. Don’t you think I’m hurting too? We can’t right now…CLICK.” She was gone, but what was ‘right now’ suppose to mean? Last week it was, ‘…we need to do this Billy. We need to separate.’ This time it was, ‘We can’t right now.’ Was she realizing all this was a charade? And, that it was inevitable we’d be back in giresun escort bed together sooner or later? My heart skipped a beat, and my cock jolted. It’s been six weeks since Clair’s hands have been on my cock, and I missed her dearly. Nothing could satisfy me like Clair’s hands. Last week I masturbated until I was raw trying to scratch that itch only Clair could reach.

I needed someone else’s hands on my cock. ‘But how was I going to get that tonight?’ I thought. I was still between girlfriends. The only place I could think of where I could get a hand-job on demand, was one of those happy-ending massage parlors. I passed by one on the way home from work every day. I always thought, as I passed by the place, about those poor chumps were in there. If they only knew what a real hand-job was like. A real hand-job from the the goddess of hand-jobs, my sister, Clair.

When I got home I grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured a healthy shot. I downed it, and poured another. I felt depressed. I missed Clair so much I hurt inside. I knew of only one way to change my mood. I needed to write another chapter.

I skimmed over chapter two to get a sense of where I’d left off. Ah…yes, Clair had just performed her first blow-job ever, and it was on me; and I had just finished eating her out…

My Sister’s Hands. Chapter Three –

“Billy, I had no idea that would feel…so…there’s no words to describe…” The look of total bliss on Clair’s face said it all. I beamed with pride. I was glad I satisfied her so thoroughly. It was important to me that her first experience receiving cunnilingus was enjoyable.

“If I had known it felt that good I would have…,” she didn’t finish her thought.

“What? Had me do it to you sooner?”

“I would have had somebody do it to me sooner,” she exclaimed. “When can we do it again?”

“How about later today. I need some time to recharge, and besides, I’m starving. Can you make something for breakfast?”

Clair pouted a little, but got up from bed and went into the bathroom. She returned with a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She reluctantly helped me get back into my gym shorts. She got dressed and then helped me up from her bed. With my crutches I hobbled out into the living room and set my self into the old recliner. Clair helped me pull the lever so the leg rest came up, and I got situated with my plaster of paris arms on the arm rests of the recliner.

Clair made breakfast. She pulled up a chair and fed me scrabbled eggs. All the smugness I felt after teaching Clair the ways of tongue went out the window after that first fork of food entered my mouth not by my own hands. By far, the most humiliating part of having both arms and hands locked in casts was having to be fed like a child, or an old feeble man stuck in a nursing home with neither the strength or the will to feed himself.

Clair looked pensive as she fed me, and she kept glancing out the picture window. It was a beautiful summer day; sunny, bluebird sky, no wind. “Let’s get you out of the house today,” she suddenly announced.

Going outside sounded like a great idea, I hadn’t been out of the house since I’ve had gotten home from the hospital a few days ago. I was more than a little concerned about using the crutches on any uneven terrain though. If I tripped, I wouldn’t have been able catch myself with my arms locked up in these casts. I had a hard enough time hobbling around the house on smooth floors.

“Sure sounds good to me, but I’ll need to take it easy. I’m not sure I can manage if the ground is uneven.”

“Let’s go to Dead Man’s Lake. I want to try skinny dipping,” Clair blurted out wide eyed.

Dead Man’s Lake, as it was called by the locals, was an old quarry pond on abandoned land. It was not an official lake you’d find on a map. It’s not a body of water that you’d find tourists at. It was a locals hangout. It had rock cliffs on one side and a small beach on the other. The beach was a man-made beach. It was hacked out of the wooded bank of the pond back in the 1950’s by a group of bored high school seniors with axes, shovels, and pickup trucks full of sand. They were looking for a place to have a little summer party. Since then, the beach has been expanded and maintained by dedicated locals. It was named Dead Man’s because of the number of deaths by drunks diving off the cliffs. The cops gave up patrolling there long ago. ‘If they want to get drunk and kill themselves out there, then who are we to stop them,’ officer Murphy announced in the local paper during an interview with a reporter about the police spending too much time being called out to the lake for rowdy behavior. Seems a group of good Samaritans were taking it upon themselves to check the goings on at the lake and they called the cops regularly for anything that didn’t pass their muster. Once the cops stopped showing up, the skinny dippers showed up, and the place got a reputation as a nude beach where yalova escort the cops didn’t hassle you. I hadn’t been to the nude side yet, and I believed Clair wouldn’t have shown up there either. After the beach went nude, most school kids would go to the cliff side of the lake to dive and showoff. Hanging out with your high school classmates at the nude beach was something talked about, but rarely done.

“Dead Man’s Lake? I’d love to Clair, but do you think I can manage?”

“I’ll put you in your wheelchair and push you.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to push me on the uneven ground of that make shift parking lot, and in the sand I’m sure the wheels will sink in, and the wheelchair would be stuck.”

Clair pouted.

“I’ll have to try walking with my crutches outside on the lawn first. Maybe I can do it. I’d be nice to extend my range. This house is getting smaller everyday.”

Clair beamed.

“Have you ever been to the nude beach? For that matter, have you ever skinny dipped before?” I asked her, already knowing the answer.

“No. Are you kidding? I would never have…too shy.”

“Why do you want to go now Clair, what’s changed?” Again, I didn’t really need her answer. I had seen the change in Clair over the last few days. Opening her up sexually had given her a new confidence about herself and her body.

“I don’t know…I’m just feeling so free and open about that part of me that I’ve cloistered away. Since you and I have been doing stuff, and my talk with Margaret, I feel free to express myself. I always wanted to go skinny dipping at the nude beach, and today looks like the picture perfect day to do it.”

“Ok, let’s give it a try,” I said. I was game for anything as long as I didn’t have to spend the whole day in the captains chair, that infernal recliner.

Clair put on her bathing suit, it was a simple black one piece, nothing sexy.

“How does this old thing look?” She asked, coming out of her room.

“I thought we were going to the nude beach?”

“We are. You can’t drive over there naked, silly, and besides, if the nude beach doesn’t work out, maybe we’ll go over to Miller’s Beach for a while, I can a least swim there.”

“It looks fine,” I said, referring to her bathing suit.

“I think I need a new one. This thing looks old and it’s not in the least sexy. I’m thinking it’s time for a bikini,” Clair said with a devilish smile.

The thought of Clair in a bikini made my cock stir, I imagined her in the skimpiest of string bikinis.

Clair helped me out of the house and I walked around the yard with my crutches. I was unsteady, and nervous. If it had been just my leg in a cast, I’d be jumping around on those crutches, but with both arms broke, it was imperative I didn’t fall. I eventually got more confident walking around our lawn with the crutches and told Clair I was ready to give Dead Man’s Lake a try.

“Bring a chair Clair, there’s no way I can sit on the ground, or on the sand, on a beach towel. There’s no way I can get down that low and up again without the use of my arms. I’ll need something to prop up my leg too, bring the cooler, and put some drinks in it.”

Clair stuffed me in the back seat of her econo-car. I barely fit with my back against one of the back doors and my broken right leg, in it’s cocoon of a cast, stretched out and angled just so that she could close the other door without crushing my foot.

It was a hot summer day and there were already a lot of cars jammed into the clearing that served as a parking lot. Clair helped me out of her car and I hobbled gingerly along the path to the beach. Clair was in tow with a lawn chair and the cooler.

As I made my way onto the beach I started to see people, naked, some alone, some in pairs, and a few groups of three or four. Most were older, thirties, forties, and a few twenty somethings. The only ones our age that I could see were down the beach, in the far right corner. They were three old classmates I knew from high school, Dirk, Jenny, and Tom.

Clair set her beach towel down on the sand at a spot of her liking and set up the lawn chair next to it. She then pulled off her swim suit and was completely naked. She arched her back, looked up at the sky, and exhaled a satisfied sound as if she had finally arrived. She helped me into the lawn chair and put the cooler under my right foot. She then pulled off my shorts and tee shirt and I was naked, except for those damn casts.

Clair laid on her beach towel to sunbath. “Ummm…this is so nice Billy. To be free of clothes, out in the open air, and letting the sun and air wash over my body,” she squirmed on her towel with excitement. “I feel so sexy, I wish you could be down her with me.”

“What would we do Clair?”

“Oh, I don’t know, we’d think of something,” she said as her hand slid toward her crotch.

“Clair, you know you can’t touch yourself, or have sex out here? It’s yozgat escort just a nude beach.”

“Aw…you’re no fun,” she said with a smile that said she knew, but was just having fun with me.

My cock stiffened looking at her naked body and at the thought of Clair touching herself. I became worried that others would see my hard-on. “Jesus! Clair, you got me all worked up here.”

Clair opened her eyes. She turned her head and saw my predicament. She grabbed the second beach towel she brought along and threw it onto my lap. “What caused that?” she asked with a grin.

“Your talk of me on the towel with you while you played with your pussy, for starters, Sis. Not to mention me sitting up here gazing at your lovely nakedness.”

Clair smiled contently at me. “Well, look elsewhere. Look out at the water, or look at that naked old guy to our right. That should take your mind off of me,” she said, with a giggle.

I looked out at the water and imagined myself swimming. I closed my eyes and day dreamed. I dreamt I stood up, all healed, flexed my muscles, broke free of these casts, and ran into the water and swam across the lake. As I reminded myself of my injuries, I began to feel sorry for myself again. That damn deer had really fucked up my summer; it was going to be a long six weeks until those casts come off. If at least only one arm remained uninjured, and free for my use, I’d been ok with it; not happy, but I would have been able to manage to get around and feed myself. With both arms locked up, it was damn depressing needing so much assistance, I was an independent type. Seems the only thing that took my mind off my sad state was sex, or the thought of anything sexual. I sat there and thought of the past few days with my sister. I’m almost certain that if I hadn’t gotten injured, Clair and I would not have done anything sexual. Something had changed in me, and I suppose Clair too. Before my accident, putting my sister and sex in the same thought was a chore at best, not something I frequently spent time on. But now, it was all I could think of.

Clair sunbathed for about 20 minutes and then got up and announced she was going for a swim.

“You going to be OK here for a while?” She asked as she pulled the towel off my lap. My cock had deflated some, but retained a reserved heftiness, a readiness to do business.

She ran the few yards from her towel to the lake and kept running right into the water until she was deep enough to dive in. When she surfaced, she swam out to the middle of the lake and then turned herself on her back and languished there floating.

I closed my eyes and returned to my daydream. I thought of Clair’s hands around my cock. Her petite, hand-model hands stroking me lightly as she looked me in the eyes. As these thoughts washed through my mind, my cock grew a little, but I retained control over it, I couldn’t let it get completely hard again, now that Clair was swimming, I couldn’t reach the towel to cover myself.

“Hi, Billy,” a voice interrupted my day dream. I opened my eyes and Jenny was standing naked not ten feet from me. “I heard about your motorcycle accident. Wow! You really did a number on yourself.”

Jenny was someone I had always wanted to date, but thought she was out of my reach. I would drool over her, but never had the nerve to ask her out. In high school, she never gave me the time of day. Besides, she was chronically unavailable, she seemed to always have a boyfriend. Now, she was not only standing there talking to me, she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. My first instinct would have been to tense up and get all nervous, like I did back in high school seeing her walk towards me in the hallways. But, something had really changed in me, I felt a calm confidence about myself and I can only attribute that to Clair.

“Hey Jenny, good to see you,” I said confidently, and with a smile that bespoke both suaveness and a hint of innuendo. I was seeing more of Jenny than I had ever thought was possible. I had imagined her naked many a time. Reality did not disappoint. “You still going out with Dirk?”

“Yeah…” She said in a resounding tone and looking in the direction of Dirk and Tom, who were acting like a couple of jerks. Dirk-the-Jerk, I referred to him behind his back. Those two idiots were chucking all kinds of crap into the lake, logs, large rocks, a garbage can, anything they could get their hands on. All the while they were hooting and hollering like a couple of lunatics. “Maybe not for long,” she finally finished her sentence in the same resounding tone.

“Are you OK? It looks like you got messed up bad,” she asked, looking at my casts.

“I broke both my arms and my leg, cracked a few ribs and got bruised up pretty bad. Nothing permanent, I’ll heal. Six weeks the casts come off, and I’ll be as good as new.”

She surveyed my body, taking in my injuries. Her eyes followed my right leg cast all the way up to my crotch, and once her gaze landed there, she stopped to take in the view of my half hard cock. I was proud of myself. The old me would probably have been mortified. I just sat there confidently smiling at Jenny as she gazed at my manhood. Half hard, my cock still looked big but not like I couldn’t control myself. It broadcasted I was a player; I was enjoying the scene, but in charge of my excitement.

It was a long, hot day at work, and he was looking forward to coming home to his quiet, secluded house in the country. Weekends were always his favorite; he got to play with his daughter. She was a refreshing, completely rejuvenating antidote to the stress of running his own company. Since her mother left them, another failed marriage due to overwork, he had sworn he would not make that mistake twice. No doubt he was spoiling his Baby Princess, but they were closer than ever.

Walking thru the front door, he could here her stereo from her upstairs bedroom. Smiling, he headed to his office, dropping his briefcase. Quickly logging on, he noticed two new emails; one from an online romance and the other spam.

“Man, I hate spam.”

Thinking Anastasia was busy upstairs, he left the connection open and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes…t-shirt and shorts. He knocked on Anastasia’s door in passing, yelling hello over the stereo. Taking the other stairs down to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of juice and headed back to his office to finish reading his mail. Turning the corner, he saw Anastasia sitting in his chair looking at the screen.

“SHIT!”

Suddenly instead of the mounting lust evidenced by his erection, he had cotton mouth and his heart was racing. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm before walking in. Anastasia was oblivious to him; her dark hair falling to her shoulders hid her face from view. Coming to his senses he noticed her outfit; she was wearing a burgundy velvet pullover with what looked like a black skirt. His daughter was the fashion Princess, among other things, and her painted nails, finger and toes, completed her ensemble.

Quiety stepping behind her, he could see she was reading his correspondence from his online sex partner. Various emotions pulsed through him; anger and embarassment at his privacy being invaded, and still there was the remnants of the previous sexual arousal, only now tainted with another more wicked quality. He now was looking at Anastasia’s beauty in a new light. There was no doubt she was beautiful, but as she sat there enthralled with my erotica, he began to view her as a sexual creature.

Carefully, he put aside his drink. Walking up directly behind Anastasia, he put his hands on her neck, under her hair, causing her to jerk and squeal in surprise.

“What are you doing, Anastasia?”

She could only manage a squeak.

“You were what? Looking at my private email?”

His left fingertips, cooled from carrying the cold drink, teased along her jawline. His right hand firmly held her right shoulder, preventing her from leaving.

“Dad…”

“Quiet….”

Leaning down, the left fingers brushing her red hair behind her ear, his toungetip teased her earlobe. She was shocked. She had been expecting a lecture, but this was out of the blue. Her whole body shivered, goosebumps popping up on her forearms.

“What do you think of the story so far?”

His left hand cupped her chin, turning her face slowly towards him while he kissed up her jaw. His moustache tickled her lips; she could feel his warm breath, smell the after shave he used, his lips caressing her cheek, sending sparks through her to her toes. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, not saying a word, afraid to break the spell. When his lips pressed against hers she arched up into him, kissing him passionately, overwhelmed by her teenage lust.

He sensed her surrender, then her attack. He kissed her forcefully, his right hand tangling in her red hair, drawing her mouth tight to his. The kiss lingered, their lips moulding to each other, her toungetip tentatively exploring his lips. Moaning into her sweet-tasting mouth, he suckled her tounge, gently massaging it. His left hand slid down her burgundy pullover, cupping her right breast through the material, gently squeezing. This time it was she who moaned….

“Don’t you know it’s naughty to read other people’s email?”

His left hand tweaked her hard nipple, pulling on her puckered aureole. She slumped away from the pain at first, but as he milked her nubbin she again arched up, her need overwhelming her fear. He kissed down her neck, softly sucking the pale, smooth skin. She felt buffeted by tremendous competing forces: this was her FATHER that she was kissing; yet she had never, ever felt so hot. He was causing a response in her that filled her senses; she could feel her body flush in the familiar way it did whenever she peeked at him in the shower. Until this moment, she had convinced herself that she was only peeking out of curiosity of the male body, and her dad was the easiest subject to view.

But now all of her logic, the prim and proper attitude with which she conducted herself…everything was being washed away by her father’s harsh, sensual touch. She felt like she was falling inside a whirlpool, deep and out of control. Soon the only thing she was aware of were his fingers punishing her gümüşhane escort nipples.

And she loved it.

Daddy was still fighting a mixture of emotions, anger and embarassment; and, like his daughter, he was losing his objectivity. He knew he should punish Anastasia for so blatantly invading his privacy; until now she had seemed the perfect obedient daughter. He could not recall the last time she had been in trouble. But he had been aroused when he had returned to his office, expecting some erotic chat, at least reading. Somehow he rationalized that he should punish her in that sort of way; after all the story had been one of submission, and his daughter had seemed mesmerized by it. What had started as being swept away by his emotions and taking advantage of his innocent daughter had turned into something more wicked, more debasing. He was enacting his darkest dreams upon his daughter. He was going to test her limits of love and devotion and, yes, even animal lust.

As his fingers slipped under her pullover, sliding up her warm skin, he realized she was not even wearing a bra. This should have startled him but instead he used it to again rationalize that she somehow “wanted” it. Her firm breast barely filled his large hand, but her hard nipple burned in his palm. He fought to regain control of his emotions and concentrated on her nipple. Calculating, he slowly brought his fingers together, centering on her nipple. Hearing her moan in pleasure again only confirmed his decision that she was a lustful soul. Lightly scratching either side of her nubbin, he enjoyed how she wiggled beneath his touch. When he lightly tweaked it she only sucked harder on his tounge.

“Now,” he thought.

Slowly pinching harder, he could feel her body begin to pull away. She released his tounge, beginning to protest; he merely pushed her back against the chair, shoving his tounge deeper inside her tiny mouth. She began to quiver, whether from pain or fear, and he was almost ready to release her, having “punished” his naughty daughter.

Suddenly she groaned into his mouth; like a switch had turned, she began once again arched up against his hand, offering herself to him. Rolling her tortured nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pulled back from her plump lips, looking at her face stretched in ecstasy.

“Oh my….”

Anastasia was squirming beneath his touch. He looked down her still clothed body and watched as she writhed as he continued to “punish” her nipple. Her cherry red fingerails reached out to lightly scratch his crotch. He smiled knowingly, acknowledging what was now so apparent; his daughter, his sweet, innocent daughter was as aroused as he was. The full implications of this fact only fueled his black desire.

Incest.

The word meant nothing to him now; his only thoughts were of this lovely, desirable woman/child beneath him. He wanted, no HAD to do this; he was responding to some sort of bond between them. Right or wrong was not an issue; this primal urge went deeper than any law. He would have her.

Her mouth opened as if she were trying to speak, but only guttural moans issued forth. Scooping her into his arms, he lifted her effortlessly. She clung desperately to him, opening her eyes to lock gazes with him. He smiled tenderly down at her.

“Come to my bedroom, Anastasia. Come with me.”

The words shocked her out of her reverie, and doubts started to fill her mind again. He filled her senses: his scent, so familiar and now alluring; the warmth of his body, comforting and arousing at once; his face, so full of love and now something more, hunger – hunger for her. She could still feel her hard nipples rubbing against her velvet top; her red satin panties were soaked. She briefly wondered again how this could be happening. Then he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck as she surrendered to her daddy’s kiss. He carried her upstairs, pushing through her bedroom door.

Her room had that young girl scent; pinks and reds and stuffed animals. Smiling into her eyes, he let her slide down his body, his erection pressing against the length of her body as her skirt rode up. Cupping her chin in his right hand, he tilted her head back, kissing her deeply, longingly.

“Anastasia. I love you….”

She slightly turned to find the bed and sat down upon it, taking her Daddy’s hand and pulling him in front of her. He stood before her as she unbuckled his pants and slid them down his muscular legs. Fear had long ago been replaced by lust, and she moved with a confidence buoyed by desire and affection.

His erection sprang into view right in front of her nose, and she was shocked at its size. Her fear returned as she just sat there looking at it. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes and gave her another moment to overcome her doubt, but when it was apparent that she would not move he slid his fingers through her hair, tangling hatay escort in her luxurious, silky red hair…and pulled her face forward until her lips pressed against his manhood.

“Kiss it, baby.”

She looked up into his eyes with an almost desperate, pleading look.

“Do as I say, kitten. I won’t hurt you.”

She lowered here gaze back to his cock and slowly raised her right hand til she felt his warmth fill her palm. Tentatively, she barely kissed the end and looked up expectantly into his eyes.

“Yes, baby. Good Girl. Now…suck it into your mouth.”

She swallowed hard at that thought. Many times had she masturbated to this idea, but reality was different. She could smell him…a musky scent unlike any she had ever encountered. And his cock throbbed in her hand…pulsed with the rhythmn of his heartbeat…and she realized then that he was aroused because of her. And that thought filled her with joy.

She eagerly spread her lips around his thickness and slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft.

His fingers tightened in her hair as he arched his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He felt her try to stop, but he forced himself deeper…causing her to gag as he entered her throat. He quickly pulled back, not wanting to frighten her. She smiled up at him, licked her lips…and slid her mouth back down his shaft, savoring how it filled her mouth.

Slowly he began to fuck her mouth. Holding her by her hair, he rocked his hips while he watched the wicked sight of his cock disappearing between his daughter’s pink lips. He did not try to force all of his length inside her again; instead he kept a steady rhythmn of pumping his meat into her virgin mouth. Just the sight of her eyes watering and her spit forming around her lips made him wild with desire.

Finally, he stopped, not wanting to cum inside her mouth…at least not yet.

“Lay back on the bed, honey. It’s Daddy’s turn to taste you.”

He stood next to the bed just a moment, admiring his luscious daughter…a daughter he was about to initiate into womanhood. He wanted her to enjoy every second of this. He crawled onto the bed, straddling her legs and teasing her thighs with his goatee while his fingertips slid up her waist, teasing her hips.

He kissed his way up her young body, nibbling the tender bottom swells of her breasts, but purposefully avoiding her swollen nipples. Kissing up her throat, he slid his arms beneath hers while barely resting his body against hers…her nipples digging into his chest. His fingers tangled in her mane as he kissed her fully upon the mouth.

“I want you, babygirl.”

“Yes, Daddy. Love me.”

Their tongues danced inside her mouth. She could feel his erection pressing against her thighs and forced her legs apart, letting him kneel between her thighs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth against hers as she flicked his tongue.

He gently nipped her bottom lip before kissing down her throat, sucking the tender hollow. He forced her hands over her head and held her triceps as he kissed the top swells of her breasts. His tongue circled her puckering aureoles, and she arched her back off the bed, hoping he would suck her nipples. Instead he grazed them with his goatee, and she moaned at that touch.

He kissed downwards, leaving her squirming to have her nipples touched. His goatee teased her tummy…and waist…and hips…before sliding across her smooth mons. Quickly, he slid back up her body to clamp his lips on her left nipple, sucking HARD.

Her body arched off the bed as the electricity shot from her nipple to her clit.

“Daddyyyyyyy!”

Consumed with lust, needing to devour his tender, succulent, even willing daughter, he stretched his full length out between her creamy legs, resting his triceps on top of her smooth thighs. His large, graceful fingertips lightly teased the slight swell above her waist. Leaning closer, his warm breath washed across her mons, thru the fine tufts that marked her entrance to womanhood. He gently blew, creating a soft, cool breeze which tormented her agonizingly aroused sex. Her puffy lips were already dew-covered, beckoning his tounge with their pungent, heady aroma. He ground his thick swollen cock against her bedsheets, knowing that he would soon be filling this lovely invite.

She gasped, her tummy rippling as he teased her mercilessly. Looking up at her, he saw her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth half-open with her toungetip touching her upper lip as her whole body quivered with anticipation. He smiled wickedly with the full realization that she was offering herself to him, her daddy. With a practiced touch, he continued to seduce her, reveling in her introverted response. His left hand cupped her slight breast, squeezing gently. His toungetip teased along that silky skin where leg meets crotch, along the pantyline. He heard her breath catch as she pushed up against ısparta escort his mouth, urging him forward.

An almost inaudible, “Ahhhhhhh,” eased out of her tiny mouth.

Dragging the flat of his tounge across her swollen, pouty slit, he wiggled his toungetip side-to-side before circling her tiny clit. His nose buried in her fine hair, but his toungetip teased her smooth, shaven lips, something he would have to ask her about later. Now, though he was quite happy to savor her sweet, pungent taste. Clamping his lips around her pouty clit, he simultaneously tweaked her right nipple.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she this time screamed.

Inside, he smiled wickedly at himself as he continued to suckle her clit. He felt her body begin to tremble and knew she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he wanted to yet tease her. Quickly leaning up, he blew cool air across her slit, and she groaned at that new feel, not understanding what was happening. He slowly kissed his way down her tender inner thighs, and she eventually understood that he was no longer going to pleasure her pussy and groaned her dissatisfaction. He leaned up, sitting back on his heels. She leaned up on her elbows, her eyes pleading with his. He merely smiled and scooted even further back, forcing her to sit up on her own knees.

“Daddy…please let me cum.” Her words were almost guttural but the passion undeniable.

He chuckled to hear his not-so-innocent daughter all but beg him to take her, but as his eyes refocused upon her nakedness the laughter faded, being replaced by a growl. Her tiny fingers caressed the greying stubble on his jaw, coaxing him closer before she leaned up to suck his lower lip.

He marveled at her technique; she truly was no longer the ingenue he thought. Her soft lips suckled his lower lip as her fingers slid up to tangle in his greying temples. When she lightly gripped his lip with her teeth he moaned, and then rearranged himself, straddling her calves.

He disentangled his mouth from hers, lifting up to gaze down into the loving, trusting, and now lust-filled, eyes of his daughter. A deep, contented sigh eased from his chest; here he was actually living his darkest fantasy. His happy smile slid easily into a naughty laugh, and he whispered, “Patience. Patience, little girl.”

Eager and horny, he yet carefully played his daughter, toying with her body and emotions. Her young body was taut even after several orgasms. She had never imagined this sort of ecstasy and was lost in its immensity. And the fact that her daddy, her Daddy, was the one teaching her this new side of her body only amplified the thrumming inside. His fingernails drew lines of fire across the fuzz on her lower tummy, and her ass cheeks clenched as she silently urged him to touch lower. She bit her lower lip to prevent from shouting at him; his teasing was torment.

She wanted his cock.

Enough playing around. She needed, physically and emotionally, for her Daddy to take her, take her virginity which she had been saving. Only now did she admit that she was saving it for him, for the only man she had ever loved. The hunger drove her; she decided to take matters in her own tiny hands. Reaching out with her cherry red fingernails, she tweaked his left nipple.

She felt his torso lean into her hand, urging her to continue; looking up into his eyes, she saw them widen with desire. Already a dark brown, she could see his lust filling his eyes. Leaning up, she suckled his nipple, her hand sliding behind his neck to draw him closer. She felt his small nipple harden between her rosy lips and wondered if he enjoyed sucking her puffy nipples as much as she liked nibbling his small man-nipples. When she would flick her toungetip back and forth across his nubbin, his asshole would pucker as he felt her tounge throughout his body.

Closing his eyes, leaving one finger inside her tight virginity, he let his young daughter lead. He was amazed that she had allowed him this much; his dark fantasy was being realized in her little girl bedroom. And here she was, being the aggressor. That idea seemed fantastically bizarre; even in his fantasies he never thought she would react like such a hot slut. His mind was feverish, stars flashing behind his eyelids whenever she gently nipped his chest. “Ana…Oh god….Ana, please, kitten. Please.” He arched into her mouth, wiggling his finger inside her, urging her on, hoping she would….

…take him.

Leaning up, he hungrily leered at his half-naked daughter writhing beneath him; all his teasing and tormenting had achieved the desired affect. She was now at his mercy, begging him to complete her education, the transformation from girl to woman. She was his for the taking, having offered her firm youthful body to this immense man, her Daddy. And with the patience of experience he had built upon her tension until she was completely out of control and dependent upon him.

Now he would consume her.

“Yes, Kitten. I WILL teach you more. But you must give me something in return.” He gazed intently into her brown eyes, peering into the depths of her soul.

Still clamping his fingers inside her, her mind was fuzzy, awhirl with the overwhelming sensations that he had just sent thundering through her tender, innocent body. She could not speak, returning his gaze.

Here is the final chapter of the Amber saga. All is revealed to Steve, and then the story concludes with one last hoorah, as it were.

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There I was standing there my mouth gaping, much as Amber had been minutes before. I held my now limp biscuit in one hand and the other hand entangled in my sister in laws hair.

“That was the hottest orgasm I ever saw, Steve,” still reverberated in my head. My wife was standing at the doorway to the basement with a look of happiness on her face.

I am sure that my facial expression must have been a comical mixture of shock, horror and confusion. I had just blown my wad all over my sister in law’s face, so recently that it had not even had a chance to dribble down her skin very far.

Maureen walked into the basement with Kim following close behind. Maureen came over to Meredith and I, then trailed her finger along a line of my cum. The cum laden finger rose slowly to her mouth Maureen then licked it off and moaned softly. I stood there flabbergasted that this woman was my wife and was not screaming at me about what had been happening. All of the years of how infidelity would lead to an immediate divorce yet here she stood catching me red handed, and nothing.

Kim walked over to Amber, her arms circling around her ‘sister’ tenderly as I looked at Maureen and waited for the explosion of Krakatoa that did not come. Almost as if she were talking to a kid, Maureen said, “Come on honey, grab a whiskey and your cigarettes, we’ll go talk outside, just the two of us.”

I nodded, stunned still.

Maureen giggled, turned to Kim saying, “Honey will you clean my husband’s hand off?”

Kim walked over took my wrist in one hand while the other started prying my fingers free of my cock. It was incredible to behold as this young woman brought my hand up to her face. Gently she started licking along the edge of my forefinger her tongue alternating between soft and hard licks, and then she started on the webbing between my thumb and hand. She sucked it into her mouth; her eyes fluttered closed as she licked each little drop of cum off my hands, sucking my fingers one by one into her mouth. I stood watching her intently, her nipples hardened noticeably in her loose fitting blouse. A moan escaped me as the reality of her lips far surpassed any imaginings I may have had of them before.

I was watching Kim so intently that I did not notice any one move until I felt a warm mouth suck in my limp dick. As my blank mind froze into a comatose state, I felt a tongue probing my piss slit. It could only be Maureen. I looked down to see my wife looking up at me as she sucked harder and harder on my cock. While she tried sucking the life back into my prick, I was still stunned, unable to respond favorably to her cleaning the cum off my cock.

With a last flourish around the head, which made my knees wobble, Maureen stood. Taking both of my hands in hers, she guided me upstairs. I vaguely remembered where we were going and why, then called downstairs, “Amber, get me a bucket of ice, a glass and the whiskey.”

I did not hear a response from her, my ears ringing with the numbness of nothing that was in my head. Maureen led my naked derriere outside, and then sat me in one of the chairs. “Stay right here honey, I will be right back.”

Amber came out with the fixings for whiskey as Maureen headed in. She placed the tray on the table next to me. She erzurum escort looked at me and asked, “Uncle Steve, may I kiss you?”

That was the most reasonable thing I had heard in the last five minutes and nodded. Amber’s lips were soft as they contacted mine; tentatively, her tongue barely pressing passed her own lips. My body took over, knowing what to do. One hand wrapped around her neck, holding Amber fast, as my own tongue fired to life, thrusting itself deep into her mouth. My other hand cupped one of her massive tits; I pressed it against her rib cage with her nipple in the center of my palm.

Amber dropped her hand onto my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. While memories of the movie theater filled my mind, I felt myself begin to stir in her hand. Breaking the kiss off Amber looked into my eyes, the emotions in them loving and kind. “Uncle Steve, your pleasure is the most important thing to all of us.”

It was amazing; the cure for shock is to have a naked eighteen-year-old kiss you while stroking your cock. I looked at her whispering, “Thank you, honey. Believe it or not I really needed that.”

Amber smiled at me, “I am glad I could help, Uncle Steve. Is it okay if I free Mom from the chair?”

I laughed, responding, “Yes, I think so.”

I watched as Amber walked off then lit a cigarette, preparing myself for the conversation to come. A few minutes later, a very naked Maureen sat in the chair opposite of me, looking at me kindly. She had the same expression you use when your child finally figures something out that has been in front of their noses all along. She seemed concerned as she asked, “Are you okay?”

I sat there a moment staring at my wife’s naked body then nodded. “Yeah, I guess. What is going on Maureen?”

Maureen sighed heavily and then looked off into the distance before responding, “My family, generations ago, rejected the Judeo-Christian life style in its entirety. Essentially, many things most feel are taboo, are okay within the family, and have been for years.”

I looked at her dumbstruck waiting for her to continue, and then finally she asked, “You remember all of the times that Meredith would touch you; caress you and all of that?”

I nodded, I remember some of them vividly, like the time she stroked my balls at a concert until I was harder than iron.

“If you had taken her any of those times, I would not have complained in the slightest.”

I looked at Maureen in shock and confusion, “But you are the one that has always said infidelity means divorce.”

“Not when Meredith was the subject of the conversation,” Maureen asserted.

I looked at her, eyes narrowing, “You mean…”

“That you could have been fucking us both for years.” Maureen’s face was so set, so serious, there was no way she was lying about this. “In fact, if Meredith and I can’t keep your cock out of your own hand, you are more than welcome to find someone to take over for us on a part time basis.”

I sat there with my jaw hanging, attracting all manner of flies I am sure, trying to process what Maureen was telling me.

Maureen then added, “If you are sleeping with Meredith and me, and want to wander a little, I am sure it would be okay for a one night stand, nothing serious, unless she and I are involved in the process.

My mind raced through the possibilities causing my cock to stretch and harden. Maureen said nothing as I processed, she merely sat and watched as my cock grew and grew until the head pointed at her wantonly. “What about…” I started.

“Amber?” Maureen finished. I nodded eskişehir escort my head; Maureen then said, “As badly as Amber wants you, wants to please you, it would be cruel to deny her. She is available to you, Kim too, if I judge her correctly.”

I sat jaw agape considering the possibilities, my eyes glazed over. After sometime, I looked at Maureen. She was sitting there, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit languidly, the other cupping a breast, her fingers pinching her nipple so hard the knuckles were white from the exertion. It was so completely un-Maureen like that I groaned aloud, “I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Later,” she said. “Right now you should go reward a little girl that loves you so much she risked everything to get your attention for her mother and her aunt.”

“You mean she knew about everything and set about getting it to happen? On her own?” I asked incredulously.

Maureen stood up then came over to stand in front of me. She never looked hotter than she did at that moment. As I turned my head up, looking between her tits to her lovely face, “Honey,” she whispered, “It was her idea to seduce you.”

I sat there looking up at my wife, I am sure my jaw hung open while my mind grappled with the whole thing. “It was all a set up?” My voice sounded plaintive to me, and I was sure Maureen heard it as whiny.

“Well, you can sit here and be mad that you didn’t instigate it, or you can reap the rewards of her efforts on behalf of the family.”

I stood up looking her in the eye as my cock pressed against her stomach and asked, “So what are the rules here?”

Maureen reached down; her hand wrapped itself around my cock and said, “You are welcome to fuck me, Meredith, Amber, and Kim. On those rare occasions where none of the four of us are willing or able to satisfy your needs, you may turn to another woman that I agree to.”

Her other hand cupped my balls as she stroked me. Leaning in Maureen nibbled on the fatty part of my ear lobe whispering, “If you don’t go fuck Amber soon, all bets are off.”

I went back inside and headed downstairs, on the couch were the three other women involved in this whole messed up, or glorious, situation. I stood there looking at all three of them, my cock standing on end pointing at them like a spear. All three of them were naked, Kim was in the middle, and Meredith had a finger jammed up the younger girl’s twat, while Kim was returning the favor to both Meredith and Amber. I stood transfixed my cock in hand, and I was stroking it slowly, gently.

Amber’s engorged grape sized nipples were harder than any nipples I had ever seen; my eyes settled on them and did not move. Amber was breathless, her chest and tits heaving with each gasp of air as Kim rubbed Ambers swollen clit. Kim’s eyes rolled back into the back of her head and her mouth hung open.

I did not see any reason to move her so I walked to the couch and knelt between Amber’s legs. I placed a palm on each of her thighs and spread her out wider. Amber’s eyes popped open as she focused on me a moment, “You aren’t mad Uncle Steve?”

Amber’s cunt was wide open, as an orchid and I slid a finger just below Kim’s fingers and into Amber. “There is a new rule Amber.” I said as I rotated my hand palm up. I hooked my finger and fished around her pussy’s inner wall while saying, “You must never lie to or mislead me again.”

As I found her G-Spot Amber hissed and repeated back, “I must never lie to, or mislead, Uncle Steve again.”

I kept playing with her sensitive spot on the inside, and watched gaziantep escort and felt, Kim play with the one on the outside. Amber’s pussy was hot and tight, a velvety moist tube clinging to my finger much like a sausage tube.

I was concentrating on Amber and did not hear Maureen come into the room, until I felt her hand cup my balls and squeeze them gently. If I had not cum all over Meredith’s face not long before I would have lost my self then and there. Maureen’s hand was firm and gentle; her mouth was next to my ear as she whispered, “Fuck her Steve.” As she finished whispering in my ear, her hand slid up my ass to the small of my back and pushed me gently forward.

My sopping wet finger slid out of Amber’s tight hole and I was bringing it up to my mouth to suck it clean when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to the side. My protest died off when a mouth engulfed my finger, the tongue wrapping around it.

The head of my cock bobbed slightly in front of Amber’s hole, I was reaching down to grab it when I saw Kim’s hand wrap around the shaft and guided me toward Amber’s soaking opening. I was on top of the world, my wife was playing with my ass, Meredith was sucking her daughter’s quim off my finger and the hot-bodied Kim was guiding my cock into her lover.

Amber and I both sighed as the bulbous head penetrated her, forcing her wider open to accommodate my girth. I held still as Kim’s hand stroked my length a couple of times, at the top of each stroke her thumb ran up and down Amber’s slit, stimulating her clit. I slid my cock a little deeper into amber and it was as if she was gobbling me up like a favorite ice cream. The walls of her vagina convulsed, pulling me in a little further.

Finally, with a thrust of my hips, I buried myself into that sweet pussy and held myself there. I could feel Kim’s fingers brushing against my pubic mound as she kept working on Kim’s clit. I pulled back slowly, the backstroke taking as long as I could stand it, and then slammed into Amber as hard as possible. I heard her moan under the assault of my hard cock then I lost control.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, I slammed my cock into that perfect cunt, watching her enormous tits flail about like a tree in a gale.

A mouth enclosed on my nipple and I looked down to see Meredith sucking on it, her hand teasing the other nipple. My eyes closed as I tried like hell not to consider the fact that I was slamming the shit o0ut of Amber while her mother sucked my nipple like a newborn.

Another mouth descended onto me but this time it was behind me, a tongue thrusting itself into my asshole as I pulled back out of Amber, only to vacate the spot as I rammed back into my niece. I gasped, “Maur” as my eyes opened to see Maureen sitting behind Amber, her arms and legs wrapped around our niece comforting her whispering something that I could not make out, and frankly did not care what it was.

Maureen’s hands were holding the massive tits still, the grapes sticking out between her fingers as Maureen massaged her niece’s tits. It was too much, I groaned out and then a hand yanked my cock from Amber, pulling it straight down.

As the first volley of cum began racing through my cock, a mouth encircled my cock’s head sucking it hard. I realized at that point that the tongue in my asshole was gone and had been replaced with a finger and that finger was plowing into and out of me at a torrid pace. Kim’s mouth around my cock coupled with Meredith’s finger in my ass as her mouth traveled up my back forced my eyes closed in the extraordinary pleasure as my head lolled back.

My cock dribbled out the last of my organ as I placed my hands on Amber’s thighs for support.

My eyes flew open as Kim whispered in my ear, “That was hot; please say you’ll fuck me next.”

I looked down to see Meredith’s eyes looking up at me with that new found softness; as I realized that Meredith was sucking her daughter’s juices from me, I came again.

My first husband ran off with one of my friends. We had only been married a year and he had managed to get her pregnant. Trevor my husband was too fond of the booze, a few pints and he would chase anything in a skirt. It wasn’t really a surprise to me that he would go off with someone, but to run off with Stephanie leaving me with Zack our son kicked me in the stomach. What complicated things was 9 years later Brian my brother married Stephanie’s sister! By this time of course Trevor was just a fading memory. But it was me who had to tell everyone to grow up and stop pussy footing around. Everyone seemed convinced I would go mad when they married, but to be honest I didn’t give a fuck!

I devoted my time to looking after my son. He became the only focus in my life. Oh I had boyfriends, but I wasn’t interested in anything long term. Zack was my boy and I would move heaven and earth to please him.

But one day I met this guy Danny, a big black guy who swept me off my feet. He was 31 years old and very hunky. I knew he was a bit of a lad, I had seen him dancing with the local tarts, all these young girls tripping over each other to get at him. So when he asked me out I was shocked. We dated and got engaged. Brian was against Danny and me from the start. He didn’t want his sister marrying the local stud.

“Well I bet you wouldn’t stop him fucking Sylvia? You still want her to do it don’t you?”

“This isn’t about that it’s because…”

“It’s because he’s black that is why you don’t like him!” I shrieked.

“No, god Tina he fucks around. You know what he’s like?”

I narrowed my eyes, “well I bet you’d let him fuck your wife. She’d have him, even though she’s not a slut like her sister, and let’s face it you should know, you’ve had both!”

He just stood there lost for words. I was in full swing now and I didn’t give a fuck about hurting anyone’s feelings.

“Maybe you should quit buggering about and sneak off with Faye, she told me you two are still fucking around behind Sylvie’s back.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Get your revenge for Stephanie snatching Trevor away!” Brian snapped.

“That was years ago Brian I’m over it,” I softened a little, “go on then let Danny fuck her, she’s always asking me if he’s good in bed. Maybe she likes black dick, God that must turn you on thinking of her with Danny?” I said with a grin.

It was on Zack’s 18th birthday that things really started to change. I watched from the lounge as Sylvia and Brian gave Zack a birthday present. Then he kissed his aunt. I smiled at them as Brian came in, we both looked back into the kitchen as Zack and Sylvia seemed to share another kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck it was full on the lips and lasted for a few seconds.

“Enjoy that did you?” I hissed at my brother.

He grabbed my arm as I went to go into the kitchen, “don’t ruin his birthday Tina.”

I moved back. My brother was right of course, but I would certainly talk to Zack later. Sylvia came back into the lounge and I could see how shocked she looked. Zack came in and looked almost arrogant. I had never seen this in my son before. Well it certainly taught Sylvia a lesson, assuming she was trying to humiliate my son on his birthday.

Danny was away that night with his friends, and I went up to Zack’s room. As I tapped on the door I heard him shuffle around. He looked very red as I went in.

“So do you want to tell me about that kiss with your Auntie Sylvia?”

I sat on the bed, as I did the covers became tight over his body. I noticed his erection pushing the sheet up before he could hide it. A strange feeling came over me, just like when I used to tease my brother about my boyfriends. But this was my son; I couldn’t tease him not like that, could I?

I flicked off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Zack had black curtains at his window, he said it made the room darker, he was into horror films he liked the thrill of them I suppose. But his room was pitch-black, and I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.

“You like Auntie Sylvie don’t you darling? I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“She’s not as pretty as you mum,” he mumbled, after a few seconds.

“Oh and just how pretty am I?” I asked jokingly.

“When I marry a girl she’ll have to be just like you. I love you mum, I love everything about you.”

I stopped for awhile trying to choose my next words carefully. I could sense a slight movement under the sheets. Was my son was tossing himself off with his mother sat on the bed?

“What do you love about me darling?” I panted.

“You are so, sexy,” he said with a worried tekirdağ escort gulp.

I curled up on the bed putting my head next to his. I could hear his rapid breathing. I felt so wet between my legs. I’d love to use the wine as an excuse but I can’t. Again I could now detect the movement under the sheets, it was slight, but it was movement all the same.

“Did you try and make mummy jealous, kissing Sylvia like that?” I purred in his ear.

He breathed heavily through his nose.

“It worked honey, you shouldn’t kiss anyone like that, until you get a girlfriend of course,” I mumbled, letting my lips brush his ear with every word.

I felt him groan now he couldn’t hide his lust.

“I love your legs mum. I, I love it when you, wear short, short skirts,” he croaked.

“Have I got better legs than Auntie Sylvia? I’ve seen you looking at them.”

“She doesn’t wear miniskirts like, like you, do,” he gasped.

“What if I told her too, would it please you darling?” I said softly.

“God!” he groaned.

“You know I’d do anything for you darling, anything you wanted,” I whispered, and then kissed his cheek.

“I want to get back at Sylvia for you, for what her sister did.”

“No you mustn’t talk like that, it’s not her fault, and it was years ago.”

“I want you to wear a miniskirt all the time,” he croaked.

“Do you sweetheart?” I breathed, as I squeezed my legs together.

I slipped my mouth over his, and just let my tongue lick his lips, and then I pushed into his mouth. I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Do I kiss better than her Zack?” I groaned.

He grunted and groaned as his hand pumped, until he lay quite still. I kissed his forehead and moved of the bed.

“Happy birthday darling,” I whispered, and then I closed his bedroom door.

The next morning I looked at the 39 year old looking back from the mirror. Nice blonde hair, a pretty face. Good firm C cup boobs, but a belly that I had to constantly fight with to keep flat. But legs that drew admiring glances, even my son’s. On the whole then, I was pleased with how I looked. Danny came home early the next day before Zack had got up. I just decided to let things drop.

A week or so later Zack and I had a laugh about him seeing Sylvia in her underwear. It was quite innocent. I was lending Sylvia some short skirts, and Zack had seen her changing. Poor Sylvia didn’t know where to look, of course I joked about it, but it was Zack I was more concerned about. I suppose I felt a little jealous.

“So you’ve seen Auntie Sylvia in her knickers, she’s quite embarrassed about it you know?”

I moved into the bathroom and took over from him. I began running my fingers through his hair. I rubbed gently feeling my hands slide through the shampoo. I knew he was enjoying this, I could see goose bumps on his bare back.

“She’ll get over it,” he mumbled, “are you jealous again mum?”

I poured cold water over his head. He jumped and shrieked. We began laughing and messing about. He chucked a jug full of water over my top. I screamed and wrestled the jug off him. I was still laughing as he grabbed my arm, stopping me from soaking him again. We called a truce after awhile, but Zack’s laughter had dropped now. I looked at him and saw his eyes staring at my soaked top.

“You’ll have to change your top now. I can see your bra underneath.”

I stood back and started undoing the buttons. Zack brushed my hands away and took over undressing me. I just stood there feeling his slightly trembling fingers, on my big soft breasts. He rubbed his hand over my mounds on purpose, trying to cover his actions by undoing my top. He just gazed at them as he pulled my blouse off.

“Your bra is, wet too, I, I can see through it,” he mumbled.

I felt weak at the knees; did I really want to let this happen?

“Can you darling?” I mumbled.

Zack moved behind me, I felt his fingers unhook my bra. He pulled the straps slowly off my shoulders; he was soft and careful, almost like he was defusing a bomb. I felt the bra leave my breasts and when I looked up, there was Zack staring over my shoulder, and into the mirror at my tits. His eyes were focused down at them, and he had a longing in his eyes that I couldn’t believe. I felt his lips on my neck, I wanted to watch him but I closed my eyes. Like what happened on his birthday I knew this was wrong. Only Danny coming home stopped it from going further or maybe beyond my control.

Again Zack and I didn’t speak about what had happened. It was like we were both content to let these things tokat escort slide or develop when they did.

I looked over my shoulder as Sylvia got out of the car. The little short skirt I insisted she wore slipped up her thighs. I watched Zack have a good look and I grinned at him.

“You are embarrassing your aunt,” I whispered.

“Just keeping an eye on your competition mum, she has got nice legs.”

“Are they better than my legs honey?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, but you’ll have to stand next to her so I can judge.”

“Well in that case you had better stay behind us on the escalator, darling,” I cooed.

Things were going well between Zack and me; it was fun watching Sylvia blush. As for Danny and me, well I knew I wouldn’t see much of him as he was on the road most of the time. But I wasn’t really missing him when he was away. OK when he was home we fucked like rabbits and we were good together, so I just assumed things would work themselves out. This might sound like I didn’t love him, but I did, I just wasn’t used to having a man around. After bringing Zack up, that was all I was focused on for the last 18 years, so being a wife, who I was soon going to be, would take a little getting used to. I know what I was doing with Zack wasn’t right, but hell I bet nearly ever boy in the world has seen their mum’s tits at some stage in their life! I still wanted to stop these feelings for my son, but he had his father’s dark intense eyes, something that attracted me to Trevor in the first place.

I was away with Zack, when Danny fucked Sylvia. I promised Zack a little break, I wore miniskirts for him all the time but we never had sex. Although I did hear him tossing himself off in the hotel bathroom. So I just stayed in bed fingering my wet pussy! Besides I was more concerned with events at home. Brian had gone on about Danny fucking Sylvia whenever he got the chance. I suppose it was my fault for suggesting it in the first place. So I told Danny to go for it, just the once mind you. I made sure he knew it too!

Now the reason I agreed to this was because Sylvia and I were friends. I know this is going to stump some of you, but please try and understand. Brian was still fucking Faye, several times I threatened to tell Sylvia, and each time I did it stopped. But I knew my brother, and he had this thing about wife watching. I knew damn well Faye was a tart, and she would only be too pleased to have Brian give her the green light to fuck around. My concern was for Sylvia; now just remember it was her sister who fucked off with my husband, so why should I give a fuck? Well I did, I liked Sylvia with her big innocent eyes. I knew she worried about what happened years ago with her sister, but she really was a nice girl. Not only that but I liked watching my son leer at her, and the way she seemed so embarrassed by it. I suppose I’ve got a dark streak in me but what the hell, it couldn’t do any real harm.

So Brian had this weird idea that if his wife went with someone else, she would want to again! I told him I thought he was mad, but he only believed what he wanted too.

I reckon some of you think I should have told Sylvia, but then would she believe me, after the history between her sister and me?

Zack and I didn’t have anymore sexual contact for awhile. I made a mental note to tell him it was wrong, besides, Danny was giving me enough and I was happy with that. We talked about him fucking Sylvia, and after the event he told me the details. I sort of got off on it I guess. Still Danny had worn a condom, as poor Brian couldn’t reproduce, so Sylvia wasn’t on the pill.

I had tried to tell Sylvia several times that I knew Danny had fucked her. Still that would wait until after our honeymoon, and besides poor Sylvia looked so embarrassed sometimes, and it kind of amused me. Still I was going to tell her later that I knew.

Danny went off to the bar with his mates and I took Zack to one side.

“So did you enjoy sitting on your aunt’s knee for the photo?” I said in a drunken giggle.

He smiled and kissed my lips. He looked so smart in his suit and I felt really proud of him.

“Surely you can give your mum a better kiss than that?” I whispered.

We backed into a store room off the main hall. We kissed a little more passionately, his soft tongue moved into my mouth and I groaned with pleasure. Eventually we separated. Well it wouldn’t do getting caught on my wedding night kissing my son would it? I really was drunk this time and I just wanted Zack to know how much I was going to miss him. We had never been apart trabzon escort for longer than a few days, and I worried about him. Still I promised to take him for breakfast the next morning; Danny seemed a little miffed about it for some reason.

“Look I’m going to be away from Zack for nearly two weeks.”

“But we’ve just got married and I haven’t had a fuck with my wife yet.”

“Oh well perhaps you shouldn’t have stayed in the fucking bar with your mates all night!” I shouted.

“I haven’t seen some of them for years Tina, you see Zack everyday,” he snapped back.

“Are you coming or not?” I spat back.

“I’ve got a hangover,” he mumbled weakly, “I’ll see you at home later.”

I made sure to slam the door of the hotel room on my way out.

I took Zack to a posh place for breakfast. Seeing him soon had me smiling again. We went home for awhile Danny wasn’t back yet, still sleeping off his hangover I suppose.

“You looked so handsome in your suit last night baby,” I said, as I ran my fingers through his hair like I usually did.

“I’m going to miss you mum,” he mumbled.

I cuddled him, “I wanted to take you darling but it’s my honeymoon.”

“I understand.”

“Anyway, I’ve got something for you,” I said thickly.

I lifted my pink skirt to mid thigh. I could feel my panties getting wet.

“Why don’t you take it off of mummy?” I said swallowing hard.

He got on his knees and I felt his hand glide up my shaking leg. He slowly pulled the white lacy garter down my pink stocking leg. I put my hand on his shoulder as I lifted my leg.

Yes, I know I’m doing it again!

“That is for your wife, when you get married darling. Keep it safe won’t you?” I said with a gulp.

I watched as he kissed it. I just wish he had done that when it was still on my leg!

I heard Danny’s car on the drive. Probably just in time.

I took Zack back to my brother’s house and had a cup of coffee with Sylvia. Again I wanted to tell her I knew about her and Danny having sex, but it really wasn’t the right time. I gave Zack a hug and a kiss and went home. Danny was at the door waiting for me. He was totally naked and that big cock of his stood to attention. I smiled at my new husband as he took me up stairs. My hand gently fondling his tight black backside as we walked.

I slipped off my skirt and top as we both grinned at each other. I hung my little wet black panties on his hard cock and we laughed a little.

“Go and get me some champagne, and you had better not take my panties off your dick slave,” I said with a chuckle.

He smiled back and went off to the kitchen. We sat on the bed sipping the bubbly as I stroked his cock still wrapped in my panties.

“Where’s that garter you had on earlier?”

“I gave it to Zack for his wife when he marries.”

Danny tossed my panties to the floor and moved between my legs. That lovely black cock had me writhing as it usually did. My pink stocking legs wrapped around his back. I pulled him into me holding his head into my neck. Danny was so engrossed in fucking me he didn’t realise I had frozen slightly. I watched Zack move into the bedroom with his finger held to his lips. Zack gently took my left leg from around Danny’s back. I watched as he kissed my foot, and then he slipped the garter back on my leg!

I clung firmly to Danny fearing he might turn around. I could feel the most amazing orgasm building up. I pushed my foot to Zack’s face and I shuddered as he kissed it. He moved it down and held it over his cock! I could see how close he was to shooting. I grabbed Danny’s head as it moved slightly. I pushed it back to my neck and held it there. I stretched my toes and covered the top of Zack’s cock right on his opening. I felt my son’s wet spunk ooze through the nylon between my toes as my husband fucked me!

“God I love you!” I screeched, staring straight at my son.

“Do you babe?” Danny grunted in my ear.

I watched the spunk squeeze through my stockings, the wet sticky mess was caught against my foot. I clung to my husband as my son saw his mother pant and grunt through her orgasm. Zack smiled at me, as I just shuddered. I just couldn’t stop staring at Zack as he watched his mother climax, something that he should never have seen, something he should only guess at. But fucking hell did it turn me on seeing his grinning face!

I smiled at him as I came back down. He started to silently back away as he lowered his mobile phone!

Danny fired into me a few moments later. His eyes were closed as he rolled off me. Now I had to get to the loo without him seeing the garter or the spunk dripping through my stockings! I wrapped myself in my dressing gown and hobbled to the bathroom, as I tried not to let my toes touch the carpet.

“You shouldn’t have done that baby; you’ll have to delete it from your phone. Why did you give mummy the garter darling?” I whispered.

“Can’t you guess mum?” he said, and then left.

The scene at the dinner table was a tense one, with the older couple one one side of the table. Sammi tugged on her skirt and slipped into a chair opposite from her mother, and gave Quentin a quick smile when he playfully flipped a napkin at her.

He was a good man, and he’d been amazing to her mother. They’d been together for two years now, and the entire time both Janine and Sammi had been aware that he had a son of his own who was away at college on a scholarship. Her sixteen-year-old self had been wary of the eloquent black man that was suddenly in her life, fearful that he wanted to take her mother away; within six months, she didn’t see Quentin’s skin color anymore, just the dedication and love he felt not only for her mother, but for her, too.

It was strange to her how people still looked at them when they would go out together: a tall, handsome black man and two white women, one of which wore a wide, sparkling ring. Sammi thought that people that hadissues with interracial relationships had gotten over themselves, but a simple trip to the grocery store sometimes proved her wrong.

She’d wondered what her mother saw in him at first, but he was an absolute gentleman… it was a shame that his son wasn’t. Sammi cut a glance at Diondre as he dropped into the chair beside her at the table, and he grinned and tossed his arm over the back of her chair.

“Hey there, sis. Anything exciting happen today?” His question was bland, and recalling their forbidden moments in the hallway not even three hours ago, her face flamed red. Remembering the way she’d longed for the feel of his mouth on her nipples caused a shiver to race up her spine and tightened the sensitive buds, and her scalp tightened.

* * *

Diondre’s smile widened as the quiet girl turned a pretty pink all over and shook her head, grabbing at her glass of tea. He wondered if that rosy color extended to the tasty swells that he’d felt earlier, and had to shift a little as he felt his cock thicken and swell in response to the images in his head. God, how he’d longed to taste them, too. And knowing no man had ever seen even what he had made his hunger for her even more.

Jesus, man, you’re acting like some damn teenager again over this little girl! But then again, she wasn’t so little, and thankfully far from a girl. He cleared his throat and shrugged at something his dad had said, and they started catching up on his classes and recent games. Both Janine and Sammi remained mostly quiet, and he shrugged at his dad’s raised brows.

Janine watched her daughter quietly, picking up on some odd emotion she couldn’t quite pin down. With a slight shake of her head, she decided that if Sammi wanted to talk about it, she’d come to her. Her baby was an adult now, and she wouldn’t try and coddle her, even if she did still live at home. She’d get some room, even though she didn’t ask for it.

“Oh, and a little birdie told me that it’s someone’s birthday next weekend!” Janine grinned, and looked between father and son, chuckling as Diondre laughed and rolled his eyes, throwing a napkin at his father.

“I’ll just bet that birdie is a pain düzce escort in my ass!”

“How old will you be?” Sammi’s quiet question surprised him, and he sat back and looked at her, lips still wide in a smile.

“Twenty-five.” As Sammi’s brows arching, he added, “I graduate next year, and will probably be drafted into the Major Leagues, the way my agent is talking.”

Sammi nodded, her lips lifting slightly as she recalled that Diondre was a baseball player, one of the most sought-after on his team according to his father. Quentin often bragged about his son’s throwing arm, saying he could rival the best of the current pitchers on the major teams now.

“And the girls here say that I’m biased!” Quentin’s laughter was big and bold, just like the man himself, and he was quickly pelted with napkins and teasing comments.

Diondre rolled his eyes and finished off the last of his dinner, and stood. “If you all don’t care, I’m gonna step outside for a few. Get some fresh air and maybe take a walk.” Waved away, he nabbed his light jacket from the coat rack by the door and stepped outside.

In the silence of the early evening, he had nothing to distract himself from thoughts of Sammi.

He felt like an ass for the way he’d been behaving toward her earlier, but he didn’t ever recall having such an instant attraction to a chick ever. It unsettled him, the way he was immediately drawn to her like a magnet.

Normally, he’d have just flirted with her; leaning in close, whispering sweet nothings. Little touches here and there, lingering and soft. But no, not with this one. His step-sister, for crying out loud! He paused on the sidewalk, kicking a clod of dirt back into the grass.

What am I supposed to do with this, Big Man? He cast his glance upwards to the stars twinkling dimly in the light. Diondre hadn’t attended church services regularly in his life, but he was aware that cousins and such married and hooked up in the Bible. What’s the harm with having some fun with a step-sister, then?

‘Sammi ain’t that kind of girl, dumb ass.’

Scoffing at the quiet whispers of his conscience, he shrugged and turned down the street. He knew there was no use in arguing with himself. What little he knew of Janine, and from what his dad has told him, Sammi was a typical “good girl”. She wasn’t the casual-sex type, and definitely not the no-strings type of friend he’d gotten used to having at school.

‘There’s your choices, genius. Long-term, or leave her be.’

Now, damn it, was the process of choosing which was going to be the option that wouldn’t drive him–and the raging erections she gave him–out of his mind.

* * *

She was a shadowy silhouette on the back porch by the time he got home. He’d wandered around the neighborhood for a good hour before he headed back to the house, still unclear as to what he was going to do about the bewitching girl he was sharing a home with.

Leaning against the corner of the house, he watched her for quiet moments as he listened to their parents laughter filtering out of the kitchen windows.

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Something wasn’t adding up. Sammi frowned into the back yard, folding her arms onto the top of the porch railing, thinking–still? again?–of her new family member.

The intelligent, talented young man Quinten bragged about was a far cry from the bossy, insolent guy that barged in on her shower. Or was it the other way around? How could one man be two dfferent people? Or maybe… maybe he was tired from classes? Could it have just been a bad moment?

It had been only one day. Maybe he needed time to adjust. After all, it couldn’t be easy for him, either. And he had a few years on her.

Sighing, she rested her chin on an upraised hand, and smiled as the breeze tumbled and dipped, causing her skirt to dance around her legs. She loved the outdoors; there was no place she’d rather be…. Well, normally.

Curls of hair fluttered across her neck, the little tickle reminding her of the way Diondre’s breath had fanned against her skin as he her her against him. It was maddening, the way he’d made her feel in that moment.

She groaned and dropped her forehead to the wooden railing, jumping when the steps squeaked behind her.

Diondre looked startled as she whirled, gasping in surprise, and she could have sworn he blushed as he stepped up on the porch with her, tossing his windbreaker on one of the chairs.

“Sorry I scared you,” his mumble was quiet as he leaned next to her, eyes on the stars. “In fact, I’ve gotta apologize for more than just that. I’m sorry about earlier.” Diondre’s chocolate eyes were sincere as he shifted to gaze down at her.

Brows raised, Sammi crossed her arms and just looked back at him. “Earlier?”

“Barging in on you in the bathroom. Being an insolent dick. You know, acting like an ass.” The corner of his lips quirked as he remembered how she’d looked bouncing down for her shirt when he’d come in as she got ready for her shower.

“Taking my cell phone.” Nails scraped at the soft cotton on her arm, and she blinked as she watched the sincerity in his eyes melt into something she didn’t recognize.

“No,” his murmur was quiet, just above a whisper as he moved close, curling his hand around one of her arms, thumb rubbing slowly.

“I’ll never be sorry for touching you.” The warm chocolate of his eyes flared. “For not tasting you, yes. But that’s going to come, and soon.”

Hypnotized, she found herself lost in his eyes, the cadence of his voice lulling her into some state of arousal as his thumb slid against the tender flesh on the inside of her elbow. She shifted on her feet, rubbing her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache that flared instnatly to life with his tiny strokes.

His other arm came up around her waist, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt to just as softly caress the skin above her waistband. She found herself moving against him, her pink tongue sliding out to wet her darker, rosy lips.

Diondre couldn’t keep his eyes off of her mouth, and a groan rumbled in his chest at elazığ escort the sight of her tongue rubbing along the flesh he longed to taste. He wet his own lips in response, and drew her closer, the hand at her elbow slipping to boldly cup her breast.

Sammi’s thoughts were in a haze, she was lost in sensation as Diondre touched her again. Her head angled, tipping back so she could look up at him even as her lashes fluttered low. He was hard against her stomach, and she whimpered as his fingers tightened on her skin, massaging and squeezing.

The little sound she made caused him to draw her even tighter, his arm pulling her flush against him as his head dipped, closing on her mouth.

Her hands slipped over his chest as his breath fanned her lips, causing her to tremble. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lifted to her tiptoes, pressing her aching mound to his hardness; shivers rocked up her spine and she vaguely heard him swear, felt it on her lips as he hovered over her.

Shuddering, her eyes opened as she felt something wet lightly run along her mouth, and she moaned as she realized her was tracing his tongue along her plump lower lip. Before she could even think, her own slipped out and brushed his, and he pulled back in surprise even as her eyes flew wide at her boldness.

Something like a growl rumbled in his chest and his hands went to her waist, lifting her fully against him, crushing her into his chest. Trapping her in his arms, his head lowered and he brushed his lips lightly over hers, his tongue dipping out to trace the pink seam as she shivered.

A noise like a shot made them both freeze and pull apart, and then they heard the laughter of their parents. “Kids! Come inside, we’re having some champagne to celebrate!”

Sammi was braced against the railing, hands tight on the wood to keep her upright on her trembling knees. She lifted her head, eyes wide and lips damp from his kiss as she blinked up at him. His gaze roved her body, noting her nipples were like beacons of arousal as her body shuddered softly.

Diondre’s eyes were wide, nostrils flared as he stood with his hands fisted at his sides. His chest heaved as he sucked in shallow breaths, and she couldn’t help but look further down. Her cheeks flamed as she saw the bulge beneath his jeans, and she bit her lip as she realized she had caused that.

Her eyes lifted to his, and they both wet their lips as they listened to their parents’ happy laughter inside.

“We shouldn’t do this,” her whisper was soft.

“We can’t help the way we feel,” his reply was quiet as he moved closer again, not touching her.

“It’s just … it’s only physical!” Sammi looked up at him, eyes quietly begging, “We don’t even know each other. It doesn’t make sense.”

Smiling crookedly, he lifted a hand to her arm. “All the more reason to explore it. We owe it to each other to find out why we want each other.”

Sammi shook her head and moved away from him, toward the door. “My mother is married to your father; we can never be anything more than what we are. It’s not right.” Her words rang with determination as she stepped inside, but Diondre smiled into the night.

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Alpine Hideaway Magic part one

In April of 1945 I deserted the German Army. I had just turned eighteen and had been working on an anti- aircraft crew for about ten months. Myself, and the rest of the boys manning a FLAK gun simply stopped firing into the night sky when we ran out of ammunition. When a runner went off for more ammunition and was killed doing so, we simply got up from the anti-aircraft gun and walked away. We had enough. The war was lost and Germany was shattered. There was nothing left.

We left our positions and walked silently through the night in the direction of home. We reached the river next to my side of town about midnight. I walked through the city which was on fire and smoking heavily. When I got to my street I saw the houses were intact and there were a few window broken but it was eerily quiet. I went down the street and went into the house I shared with my mother and aunt.

My mother was horrified at what I had done. She knew I would be shot for desertion if I was caught now and she knew I could very well be killed by the Americans coming in from the West and North. She told me I was a stupid boy to do what I did. Presently my aunt came up from the cellar and told my mother and myself to come downstairs to shelter from the bombing. I told her the bombers had gone but my aunt was not convinced it was safe so we huddled in the cellar and talked about what to do with me.

My aunt and mother talked for the best part of an hour and finally told me that tonight while it was still dark, to change clothes and head out away from the city and away from the German Army. My mother scribbled a note and I looked at it — it was in what I would best describe as complete gibberish but she was insistent that I take the note and head for the mountains in the south. She and my aunt scraped some rations they had and bundled them in a ratty old satchel bag and mom took some Reich’s Marks from a jar in the kitchen upstairs and told me to head to my grandmother’s farm house.

My grandmother Hilde was my father’s mother. She had an old farm on the very edge of a village in the shoulders of the Bavarian Alps. I had not seen her since I was very young and the women on my mother’s side of the family often spoke of her in strange terms that I could not completely put together. My aunt took on a mischievous grin and exclaimed, “The old witch will eat that young one alive Greta!”

My mother shot her an angry look and responded quickly, “He’ll die here Ilse – and us with him too if he doesn’t do this! Enough! There is no choice in this.”

Mother explained her idea. They would join me at a later time when they could make the walk but for now it was too dangerous for me to be here and for me to be with them. I was to get out of town and stick to back roads and stay out of sight. Look like somebody bombed out of a home and don’t let anyone get a good look at you.

Mother kissed me and threw her arms around me to hug me hard. The clothes I was wearing fit worse than the oversized uniform I had taken off which was now burning in the wood stove to remove any trace I had been here. With that my mother pushed me out the door into the night and told me not to stop until the farm, my aunt waiving behind my mother in the doorway as I left. I walked with the bag of provisions in one hand and with my helmet and boots in the other.

When I crossed the stone bridge at the edge of town I threw the helmet and boots weighted down with broken bricks and cobblestones into the canal and that was my goodbye to the German Army. I got off the road and moved into the night away from the light of the burning city which bathed the countryside.

I found a culvert under a farm road about sunrise and crawled in. That was how I spent my first day on the run and it was how I spent my next ten days as well. I hid and slept during the day and then got up and walked to the mountains in the south through the back countryside at night. I was always looking out for German military units and American soldiers. After my first night I saw no more of the German Army but from a distance I saw many American Army columns.

I felt a little like a rabbit staying clear of things with teeth and claws. I walked in my badly fitting clothes and my poorly fitting man’s hat with it pulled down slightly to hide my face partially — like that would do good. I told myself I would look less obvious — who was I kidding? It was a miracle I wasn’t picked up. In a barn near the city of Ulm, I found a place to sleep and found some chickens that I relieved of their eggs before the farmer awoke in the morning. I also found some jarred of canned fruit in his shed that I took with me. I knew I was getting close.

Two nights later, I waded across a very unpleasantly cold stream and into the valley where my Grandmother or my “Oma Hilde” lived. I was still moving through the darkness but when I got within sight of her village I could also see the sun was coming up. I went up some side streets to her house trying to move as quickly and quietly as bursa escort possible. I came around the back of her farmhouse I went through the barn away from the main street. At the door of her barn leading into her house I knocked on her door.

Oma came to the door and opened it, and peered in a surprised fashion into my face with a look of shock and bewilderment. She then sized up my appearance and hurried me inside and she locked the door.

“Stephan, you look so different!” She exclaimed. She hugged me and took my bag and hat and coat and sat me at the table. She saw that I was wet and cold from the stream I had waded through and she went to a cabinet and produced a bottle of brandy. She put a pot on the stove and proceeded to heat some of the brandy for me while snatching some leaves from a spice cabinet about eye- level in front of her and dropped a pinch into the pan. Soon she handed me a steaming cup of the mixture.

“Here boy, take this. Drink it down — it will prevent you from becoming ill with all you have been exposed to.” I gulped a little bit while I sat shivering on the table bench.

“How did you get to be in such a state?” she asked, leaning forward and peering into my eyes. I explained that I was a deserter and that I and the other boys had run off from our unit. I let her know that there were probably people looking for us and I headed as far south as I could go. I also told her I had been traveling for days to get here and that this morning I waded across the stream outside the village to get to her door.

She shook her head not believing what she had heard. Then I handed her the note with the gibberish on it that my mother had given to me. She read it and frowned and looked like she understood. As I continued to gulp down the hot brew she went to the stove and tossed the note in the fire which made a funny POOF sound. She then put together some soup. Then she moved a large pot to the stove and began to pump water from a kitchen pump to be heated.

“Isn’t that a lot of water for the soup Oma?” I asked.

“No,” she answered, “this is for your bath. The soup is for this little pot. Keep gulping that mix. I want you to finish the whole of it and then you may have to drink another.”

I continued to tell her about the war and what I saw as a member of the military. I told her in a hushed whisper I thought the war was lost as she pulled off my wet clothes.

“You don’t have to worry about whispering in here, I am not going to turn you in!” she said with a wrinkled grin.

“Yes but such talk can get you shot!”

“You have already run away from the Army. It is a wonder you were not caught and shot days ago! Look, there are no hidden microphones in my cupboard, just spices and herbs I use for…um cooking.”

She continued to remove my things and she pulled off my shoes. Then she turned and went to the cupboard and took a handful of spices from a strange jar and dropped them in the wash tub. She then tapped on the tub three times with a wooden spoon. Steam began to rise from the water.

“That was strange.” I thought. “The water has not been on the stove long enough to heat up and yet it’s steaming already.” I figured it must be my fever as my shivering and woozy feeling must be working on my senses.

My grandmother turned and looked at me and said, “Let me get the rest of those things off you!” Without another word she stripped off all my underclothes and socks and now I was standing naked as the day I was born before her. I stood there shivering as she handed me a blanket from a cabinet next to the fireplace.

“Now pull that tub of water onto the floor.” I did as she instructed and placed it on the floor next to stove. I had to use cooking rags to touch the metal handles as I moved the ungainly thing. My grandmother moved me aside and tested the water with her fingers. She nodded to herself that it was the correct temperature and then she turned to look at me.

“Ok drop that blanket. I wish to see how big you are.” I did as she said and stood there shivering again. My grandmother surveyed my size and then looked at the washtub. She then tapped the edge of the tub and to my astonishment — IT BEGAN TO GROW! I was certain now I was insane with fever.

“That is the right size,” my granny said. Then she looked back at me like she noticed something. She was staring at my schwanze – or my cock.

“Where did you get that mark on your schwanze?” she said a she pointed to a brown splotch of color at the base of my cock.

“It has been there ever since I can remember Oma.” I answered.

She nodded and handed me my cup of brandy mixed with herbs and told me to get in the tub and continue to drink. The tub had a funny medicine smell from the herbs she had dumped into it. Still, I didn’t mind. It was warm. Grandmother went to a cabinet and fetched some soap. Then she returned with the soap and a sponge and proceeded to scrub me.

She scrubbed me like a hog being prepared for an agricultural show taking çanakkale escort time out only to bring me some hot soup from the stove which I quickly downed and then returned to my cup of brandy while my grandmother continued with the torture. It was rough scrubbing and the rag she used was none too soft. She commented about how dirty I was from my walk here to her house. She scrubbed my shoulders, my arms, and my neck, behind my ears, my face, my hair, and my chest. Then she took a drink from my mug which mysteriously seemed to have replenished itself and handed back to me. She continued scrubbing my feet and legs. Then she ordered me to stand.

“Up with you! Time to wash your loins.” She scrubbed my buttocks and ran the soap and cloth down my ass crack and then washed my cock and balls. That was when it happened. I was sipping the brew in the cup and I looked down to see to my horror that I had an enormous erection! I tried to think of anything I could do to take my mind from my grandmothers soapy hands washing and rubbing my cock but it was impossible. It was stiff as a piece of lumber — a veiny priapism and what was more — IT LOOKED LARGER THAN I HAD EVER REMBERED IT TO BE!

“Oh dear!” my grandmother said as she realized what had happened. “Do not worry, that is a side effect of these herbs in your drink when they are mixed in combination with the effect of the herbs in the bathwater! This is called the ‘Bathing Stone Condition’ and it used to happen to your father when he was your age.”

She continued to rub my painfully erect member and it seemed the only soothing relief I could get was the touch of her wrinkled old hands as the worked the soap up and down the throbbing shaft. It was the most raging erection I had ever experienced and now my grandmother either consciously or unconsciously was jerking my soapy cock!

The sensation of pleasure shot through my body like an electric current. My Grandmother rubbed and rubbed and rubbed harder it seemed with each stroke. She stared intently at my erection never taking her eyes off of it while she “cleaned” me. Her tongue gave her away as she licked her lips. I was wallowing in pleasure. I had never been with a girl — I was inexperienced in such things. Now a woman was rubbing my phallus with her bare hand!

She suddenly looked up at me and said, “I know just the thing to take this swelling down — it used to work for your father, and for your grandfather before him when they would get ‘Bathing Stone’ and it should work on you! I just have to get in there with you.”

I thought, “Get in? How can she do that? This tub is too small!”

I soon saw how. She stood up and pulled off her skirt and her blouse and her brassiere. Her sagging breasts seemed to flop everywhere. She then turned around and bent over to pull off her stockings. As she turned she revealed a tangle maze of tattoos up and down her back that had been perfectly hidden by her clothes. The tattoos showed woven knots, twisted trees, forest animals and mythical creatures. On each of her buttocks was an eye with long eyelashes. At her tailbone were a nose and two tattooed nostrils. Down in the cleft of her ass was a red lipstick mouth with pouty puckered lips that surrounded appropriately, the ragged puckered wrinkled pink flesh of her rectum.

As she stooped lower to get the last of her stockings off I caught a glimpse of her cunny which was surrounded by roses and vines. Quite a bit of artwork but it was all very odd to say the least! The knots and tangles of the figures reminded me of old textbook sketches of Viking runes that I had seen in school.

After she finished getting off her stockings she turned and tapped the edge of the tub three times and to my astonishment, the tub increased its size by a factor of three! Granny frowned at the low water level and tapped the edge of the tub about five times and the water rose to a sufficient level, then she got in and stood on her boney knees with her tattooed buttocks resting on her heels. She had left her red kerchief in her hair but other than that I was sitting in a tub with a perfectly naked — if not eccentric woman.

“Stand up. I have just the thing for you to take this thing down!” I did as she commanded and she leaned forward with her tongue out and her mouth slightly open. She licked the head of my cock sending waves of pleasure through my member! Then she kissed it and stroked it with one hand while gently kneading my testicles with the other. Then she did it — she made an “O” with her mouth and popped my cock into passed her lips and began to suck on me!

I cannot describe the wonderful feelings that took over me! Her mouth drew my cock in deeper and deeper with each loud slurping suck and her tongue felt amazing as it rubbed back and forth on the underside of my cock. I began to pump my hips back and forth. It was strange because I was still holding my cup of steaming brew and absentmindedly taking sips from it while looking down at my grandmother’s eyes as she fellated rize escort me with wonderful sloppy vigor!

She now grabbed both of my buttocks in each hand as if trying to urged on some bucking animal as her loud wet sucking continued. I put my free hand first on her shoulder and then on the back of her head. I gently pulled back and forth on her head as she pulled my buttocks toward her ravenous sucking maw and we must have looked like a crazed carnal steam engine pumping back and forth for dear life! I pushed away her kerchief which fell into the tub and her black and gray hair cascaded down over her shoulders.

She was now taking my cock deep into her throat and making even louder wet sucking sounds than before, all the while looking up and making lewd eye contact. It was a sensation that I had craved and did not even know it until then! I ran my free hand deep into her hair and tangled my fingers in the tendrils as her mouth and throat expertly worked their magic on my erection! Then I felt it. The long excruciatingly pleasing agony of an orgasm rushing up from the depths of my balls forcing me to howl loudly in joy as the seed of my loins shot into my grandmother’s furiously sucking wet mouth.

I tossed my head back as another climax threw another load of my essence into her mouth. Then I subsided. My grandmother leaned back slightly wide eyed with her cheeks full like she had a mouth full of pudding. Instead of spitting it into the tub like I reckoned she would do, she thoughtfully swished it around in her mouth like it was some rare wine and she was trying to detect a certain hidden flavor. Her eyes narrowed like she was discovering something. Then she got a look across her face like she had experienced a hearty after-note in the taste of my seed! Her eyes went wide with some strange eureka moment. With that she swallowed my ball pudding in one gulp!

She leaned forward and kissed and massaged my slackening cock and looked up at me. She sighed with satisfaction as she patted me on my behind. I for myself could not believe what had just happened.

“Come now!” she said. “It’s time to get you out of this tub, dried off, and into bed. You can take that cup with you. I want you to finish another two cups!”

We got out of the tub and she dried me off with a towel and then led me to a large bed where she pulled down the covers. She had me get into bed with my cup and gulp it down stopping me just before it was empty by a few swallows. She then looked at my nearly empty cup, tapped it and looked at me with an air of authority. Somehow the cup was full again!

“Drink up!” she ordered. I did as she instructed and then just before dumping down the last of the brandy and herbs into my gullet she stopped me and tapped the cup which again replenished its contents.

“One last draught, down your throat now! Drink!” she said. I did and finished and then got into bed naked and shivering. She put extra blankets on the bed. Then went and got some dry clothes from a trunk and set them down on a chair next to the bed.

“These were your father’s. They will fit you I think. You can put them on after you sleep.” I started to get up to at least put on some underclothes but she put her strong bony hand in my chest and pushed me back into the pillows.

“Sleep!” she ordered and then went back to her kitchen. I could see her from the bed as she scurried around. She had gotten her scarf from the tub and put it in her hair but she was still tattooed and naked but seeming oblivious to that fact. She tapped the tub with a stick she had taken from up on the shelf and then presently the tub began to shrink an diminish in size. Down it went until it was the size of a coffee can. She then picked up the tiny tub now fit for washing a doll and walked to a window. She opened the window and began to dump the water outside. She then thought for a second, like she was making a decision and swallowed the contents of our bath! Then she closed the window and put the washtub on the stovetop shelf for safekeeping. I truly was crazy with fever. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING! I NEEDED TO COME TO MY SENSES! It didn’t matter, a few seconds later the brandy and herbs took affect and I faded off to sleep.

What must have been several hours later the blankets moved next to me. I awoke with another painfully hard erection poking the blankets up like an indian teepee I had seen in books and the cinema. It was now dark save for one candle on a mantle next to the bed and a glow from the half opened stove in the kitchen. Grandmother, naked with her scarf out of her hair was climbing into bed with me…and right on top of me! She straddled my crotch and laid down on my body and embraced me.

“There, there Stephen! One of the best remedies for a fever is sleep and body warmth of another naked person. I’ll take care of you! “

“But Grossmutter I dooonn’t think I….”

“Shhh!” she commanded and she silenced me by wrapping her lips around my mouth in a passionate kiss while grabbing my painful cockwurst of and erection and placing it against her hairy gray pubis. She shifted her weight around and moved her hands to manipulate my cock until it found the opening. While still fastened to my mouth with hers, she paused like she was preparing herself and then with one thrust she sank on my aching penis taking my entire manhood into her cunny as she exhaled into my faced through her nostrils.

The master-slave relationship that we have been developing is coming along nicely. The experiences and trust that we have for each other has left us both feeling very fulfilled. Since that first time, we have had “slave nights” with ever more increasing frequency. Each time we both fall into the pattern more easily and we are more relaxed. Tonight I have decided to raise the stakes a bit. I want to see if you will truly do whatever I ask.

Unbeknownst to you, I have arranged to have two other men meet with us tonight. You are dressed in your usual outfit of black skirt, thigh-highs, boots, thong and collar. The main thing that you notice is different is that I have surprised you by bringing you to a hotel.

We walk right into the hotel without stopping in the lobby and this makes you wonder even more. You know better than to ask though as we stop in front of a door and I give it a few hard raps.

Almost immediately a young man who looks like he is definitely not more than twenty opens the door. Behind him is another young man and they both look very nervous. I introduce you to Don and Mark as two of my friends. I actually met them on-line and after talking about what it was I wanted, met them both individually and then together to make sure they were what I was looking for. The both have the necessary prerequisites. They are both young, both fairly sexually inexperienced, and most importantly have been tested for STD’s.

While this is a huge fantasy of mine, the fear of losing you to someone was at the back of my mind during planning. Being young and inexperienced keeps me from feeling threatened by them and the test is for obvious reasons.

“Mark, Don, this is my cum slut.”

The slightly taller of the two, Mark, reaches forward to shake your hand. You look to me and when I give a slight nod of my head you give it a quick shake. Don does the same and suddenly there is an uncomfortable silence. Both of them have been told about our master/slave relationship and I have described in great detail what it is I want from them. They are only waiting now for me to begin everything.

“Well gentleman, why don’t you have a seat on the bed,” they both do and look anxiously back and forth between us.

I finally decide to kick things off. “Slut, why don’t you entertain us a bit.” An understanding has arisen between us that when I am not specific about such things, you are free to do as you like. The fact that you do not hesitate at all before beginning makes me happier than you can imagine. I have trained incirli escort you well and my heart swells with pride as hop up onto the dresser facing the bed and slowly spread your legs.

As your crotch comes into view, I hear a sharp intake of breath. I cannot see from where I am sitting, but from experience I know that in this position your panties sometimes pull up into your pussy and your lips peak out from the side. Both the guy’s eyes are glued to you as you begin to rub yourself. You lean back on one arm and spread your legs even wider as you rub first up and down and then left and right. Your eyes move between the three of us, stopping on each to make eye contact.

After a few moments you pull your panties to one side and they see their first few of your pussy. It is completely smooth just like I promised them and they both grin with excitement. Your pussy is wet and glistening and the quick suck that you give your finger before inserting it is for our pleasure only. You begin with one but quickly add two.

As I see you begin to get into it, I direct you to remove your panties. You do so and quickly go back to touching yourself. You are fingering your pussy with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. We can actually hear the wet sound of your fingers going in and out of your wet cunt and the musky scent of sex reaches our noses. I am so turned on by what I am seeing that I’m in danger of cumming before I even get involved.

When I see Mark begin to rub his obvious hard-on, I tell you that it’s time to make our guests comfortable. Standing, you direct both of the guys to do so as well and then quickly help them out of their clothes. They are both very hard and you look at me for direction. I give you a curt nod and you lower your mouth and begin to suck on the closest dick. You start by licking just the tip, but quickly manage to work most of it into your mouth. With your free hand, you reach over and begin to stroke Mark.

Don looks like he is about to cum as soon as he enters your warm mouth and I want to make sure that this goes according to my fantasy, so I quickly take control and direct Don to lay on the bed. I have you get on your hands and knees between his legs and you immediately go back to sucking. I gesture towards your pussy and tell Mark to have at it. He quickly moves behind you and after a quick rub up and down your slit, I watch as another man’s cock pushes into your pussy.

A moan escapes your mouth from around Don’s dick çengelköy escort and in no time the three of you have set up a rhythm. It is such a turn on watching you on your hands and knees. I can see Mark’s dick glistening with your juices every time he pulls it almost all the way out before ramming it back in. You are bouncing back and forth between their dicks and in no time I see Don tense up as he shoots his load into your mouth. Mark quickly follows suit and jams himself in as far as he can go as he unloads his cum into you pussy. They both pull away from you and you look to me to see what I want you to do next.

I have since taken my clothes off and wave at you to come to the chair where I am sitting. As you approach me, I can see cum running from your pussy and droplets of it in the corners of your mouth. I pull you towards me so that you are straddling my lap and then push you down on my dick. I can’t believe how wet and hot you are as I push into your cum soaked pussy. I can feel juices squeezing out around the edges of your pussy as I slide farther in. It feels so dirty and sexy all at the same time and I pull you forward so I can kiss your salty mouth. It seems that not more than 2 minutes go by before I am adding to the load inside your cunt.

This display has turned our two friends on and looking over to the bed I can see that they both have gotten hard again. You give me one last kiss before climbing off of me and moving back towards the bed. You are oozing semen and the tops of your stockings are soaking it up. They do not seem to notice though as you crawl onto the bed and make your way towards Don. You put your hand on his chest and gently push him onto his back. His dick is now standing strand up into the air and you get on top of him before guiding him into you with one hand. We hear a wet squishing sound as he slides into you. This is the third man to be inside you tonight and you are living up to what I have been calling you for weeks. You are finally a slut, my slut, and I don’t think I can care about you more than I do now.

Mark, feeling left out, stands on the bed and you reach for his cock and pull it hungrily to your mouth. You suck and lick the combination of both your juices that had begun to dry on it. You are grinding yourself down onto Don’s dick and sucking Mark’s with all your might. Even though you don’t normally cum in this position, I see your body first tense, and then begin to tremble, as you have your first orgasm of the escort bayan beyoğlu night. I decide that now would be a good time to make the rest of my fantasy come true before our two friends lose it again.

I direct you to get off from Don and then lay down on the bed myself. I have you turn around and as you begin to lower yourself down onto me, I point my dick towards your sexy ass. Cum has run down between your cheeks and the combination of juices that already coat my dick provide the lubrication for me to penetrate your tight asshole. Once I am buried to the hilt in your ass, I pull your legs wide apart. Knowing what I want from our previous discussions, Don climbs between your legs and slides himself into your pussy. You literally scream as you feel the fullness of two cocks in you at once. Don immediately begins jack hammering into you and as you open your mouth to continue moaning, Mark puts his cock to your lips. As you begin to suck, the erotic dirty feeling of have three cocks in your body causes you to orgasm again.

As you writhe between our sweaty bodies, I feel your asshole tighten around my dick. Apparently Don feels it two because I see him tense up and can actually feel his dick pulse through the thin layer of flesh separating your ass and pussy, as he shoots his load into you. You pull Mark’s dick from your mouth and begin jacking it.

“Cum on my face. Please, I want you to shoot your load on my face.” You continue to repeat that over and over again. When suddenly Mark takes over with his own hand, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. That’s all it takes and streams of cum erupt from his cock and begin striking you in the face. Some of it gets in your mouth, but most of it hits your cheeks, chin and neck. Some of it drips down onto your breasts and runs towards your stomach. This dirty display sends me over the edge and I join the orgasmic moment by spurting into your ass.

As soon as we all relax from our respective orgasms, Don pulls out of you and Mark sits down on the bed. You roll off from me and my dick makes a popping noise as it pulls out of your ass. As we agreed before, Don and Mark get up and put their clothes on. They thank us both before quickly leaving.

You open your eyes and look at me. I smile when I see exactly how slutty you look. There is tons of cum running out of your pussy and mixing with the cum coming out of your ass. By my count there are three loads in your cunt, one in your ass, and one glistening on your face and chest. I immediately get hard and pull you towards me. I have you lick my dick clean before I slip it into your abused pussy one last time. The combined juices of all of us cause our bodies to alternately stick and slide. You have one last orgasm before I shoot into your splayed cunt. We fall asleep with our bodies still entwined and the juices of our most memorable night drying on our skin.

I urge you to read the first 2 chapters of this story or at least chapter 2, before you read this one.

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We got back to the car and stowed our stuff. Mitch was eyeing me the whole time. I could tell he was itching to hear my tale about my new “friend.” We were barely buckled up when he turned to and opened his mouth to say something. I put my finger to his lips and said “before I tell you anything, there will be no action. You have to save something for this evening. I have a feeling we aren’t finished with our adventures for today and you have been very busy already.” He nodded glumly and said “ok.”

I told what had happened since he fell asleep on the beach. I left out no detail. By the time I had finished, Mitch had a sizable tent in his shorts and to be honest, my crotch was very wet. It took quite some willpower to not tell him to pull over and fuck him right on the side of the highway.

Soon, we were back at home and showered and changed into some new swimsuits. Mitch had on some Hawaiian themed surfer shorts and a matching tank top. I put on one of my many bikinis. It had a very skimpy red top that barely contained my boobs. The bottoms were a pair of black boy shorts. Mitch liked this outfit. Little did he know, I had recently bought a matching thong to wear underneath the shorts. I can’t wait to reveal it to him and anyone else who might be around.

Just before 7:30, the phone rang. It was Jenny. “Hey, we should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Hi Hun. That’s great. Why don’t you drop the kids off and go home and get changed. We’ll set them up in Annie’s room and get the drinks ready for us.”

“Awesome. The girls won’t be up for too long; they’ve been on the move all day and haven’t napped once. “

“Then we will be free to do what we want then. See ya soon.”

“Bye.”

Soon after, the girls came crashing through the door excited to tell us about all the animals they saw during the day. Thirty minutes of animal talk later, the girls were finally settled in Annie’s room watching a movie.

Mitch and I had just finished putting some beer, wine and various other drinks in the fridge in the outdoor bar, when Jenny and Bob came in the side gate to the back yard. Bob was dressed similar to Mitch in shorts and a tank. He is about six feet tall, dark hair, dark complexion and 200 lbs of muscle. Jenny wore a blue and yellow bikini with a matching sarong. She also has dark hair and darker skin. She is about five and half feet at 110 lbs.

“Is that your new swimsuit?” I asked. “You look great. What do you guys want to drink?”

“Thanks. You look hot yourself” said Jenny. “I’ll have a glass of white wine.

“Beer please.” Replied Bob. Then he asked “Are you guys up for some shots?” And he produced a bottle of Patron tequila.

“Patron? Now Bob, are you trying to get my wife drunk? You know she can’t resist that stuff. Come to think about it, neither can I.”

Bob laughed.

“Line them up Bob. The shot glasses are behind the bar.” I said grabbing Jenny’s hand. “We’re going to check on the girls.”

I dragged her into the house and shut the door. “You won’t believe what happened to Mitch and me today.” I then proceeded to tell her the day’s events, not leaving out anything. The look on her face when I finished was priceless. Her mouth was gaped and then it changed to an almost evil smile.

“You aren’t shitting me are you? That really happened?”

My turn to smile. I just nodded as I stared into her eyes.

“I thought he didn’t sound right when I called this morning. And you guys had sex with a couple you just met?”

“We hadn’t met them yet.”

“Wow Kay, Mitch let you blow that guy? No hesitation?”

“He encouraged it”

“I’ve always wanted to have group sex like that. Are you going to do it again?”

“I hope so. If the opportunity presents itself and Mitch is up for it. Hey, didn’t we come in to check on the kids?”

We crept upstairs and peaked in on the girls. Both were sound asleep.

“Well it looks as though we won’t see them until the morning.” I said. “Let’s join the boys.”

When we got back outside, Mitch asked “What took you so long? We’re already two shots and a beer ahead of you.”

“Well, we better catch up then.” Said Jenny as she downed her wine. She looked at me and then my glass. “Hurry up Kay; we can’t let them get ahead of us.”

“You heard her. Line ’em up boys. Two each.” I said and then downed my wine too.

Bob poured four shots and placed them on the bar. We grabbed one each and said “cheers.” Jenny raised her glass to her mouth but I placed my hand on her to stop her. She looked at me as if to say what are you doing. I winked at her and raised my glass to her lips and poured the contents in. She returned the favour. I turned to Mitch and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. Our tongues swirled around each others for a few seconds and then we separated. Meanwhile, Jenny grabbed another shot and winked eyüpsultan escort at me.

“On your knees.” She said. I smiled and complied with her command. She stood so close that I could have touched her belly if I had stuck out my tongue. Looking down at me, she held the glass at about breast level. “Open wide.” I did and she poured it into my mouth. As I stood up she said “oops, you missed some.” She wiped a drip off my lip with her finger and then licked it off. My nipples hardened instantly.

Noticeably aroused, Bob not so quietly whispered in Jen’s ear “what the hell are you up to?”

Equally not as quiet, she replied “I’m horny and I want to tease you and get you horny before I take you home and fuck you.” She then grabbed his crotch and gave it rub.

Not hesitating, I whispered “Your turn Jen. On your knees.” She did and I stood in front of her as close as she did to me. She then did something I wasn’t expecting. She grabbed my hips and pulled me in and tongued my belly button ring. I heard Bob groan and Mitch gulp almost simultaneously. I smiled at Jen. “Open wide.”

I poured her shot into her mouth and then pulled her to her feet. I gave her a hug and whispered in her ear. “Let’s work them up a bit more.”

I went behind the bar and turned on the stereo hoping that one of Mitch’s rock CDs wasn’t in it. Lucky for me, and everyone else for that matter, it was one of mine. Dance music started pumping out of the speakers. I turned up the volume just enough to cover our voices but not enough to disturb the neighbours. I grabbed Jen by the wrist and pulled her to an open area and started to dance. I removed her sarong off and threw it at Bob. I was facing the boys and Jen. Her back was to them. As we were swaying back and forth, I noticed that Mitch wasn’t taking his eyes off her ass. I spun her around and looked down while dancing. Her bikini bottom was as small in the back as it was in the front. It wasn’t quite a thong but it didn’t really conceal her cheeks.

I grabbed her hips and “ground” her from behind. The guys were like statues. Barely breathing. Certainly not touching their drinks. Just staring at us.

“I’m going to turn it up a bit more, okay?”

She giggled a little and nodded. As we danced, I slid my hands off her hips and back to the top of her ass. I grasped the edges of her tiny bikini and pulled it up the crack of her ass, turning it into a thong. She laughed loudly and pushed her ass back into me. We danced a little longer all the while teasing the guys with little peaks of her ass. I spun around so I was between her and the boys with my back to them.

I leaned into Jen and whispered. “Pull my shorts down.”

“What?”

I hadn’t told her about the thong I had on underneath.

“Trust me, it’s okay.”

“Just do it slowly.”

She put her hands on my hips and slowly pushed the top of my shorts down. I could tell she found out I had on a thong. She paused and then winked at me.

“Any other little secrets I should know about?”

I just winked back. She hooked her thumbs into my shorts, careful not to catch my thong and pushed them down over my butt. After they were at my thighs, they just dropped to the floor.

I heard Mitch say “Wow.”

Jenny spun around and so her back was to the guys. We danced like this until the end of the song. We both made sure to bend over and wiggle our butts at them. When the song was over, we walked over to the bar for our drinks.

Jenny hugged Bob and said “Enjoy the show?”

“Awesome. You two need to wear thongs more often.”

“I agree.” said Mitch. “This calls for another shot.” Then produced four more tequilas.

We all downed our shots and topped up our respective other drinks.

“How’s about we get in the hot tub then?” I asked.

We all went over to the tub. While Mitch and Bob took the top off the tub, I went behind Jenny and said. “What do you say we take our tops off too?”

“You’re not kidding are you?”

“Nope.” I then took off my top. “You wanted to tease Bob before you take him home to fuck him right?”

Jenny nodded.

“Then let’s do it then.”

She took off her top just before the guys turned around from the tub.

“Wow again.” Said Mitch.

“Holy fuck.” Mumbled Bob.

I grabbed Jenny’s hand and climbed down into the tub. Jenny and I sat beside each other. Our nipples were just above the surface of the water. The perfect position to tease the boys. I leaned back and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and whispered “Are you boys joining us or are we going to entertain ourselves?”

I have never seen anyone get in the hot tub faster than Bob did. Mitch got in fast too, but allowed Bob to enter first. After all, he had a quite a day already. I moved to allow Bob to sit next to Jenny and slid next to Mitch. Jenny snuggled into Bob, her one hand under the water and clearly in his lap. Mitch put his hand between my legs. I spread cihangir escort them to allow him access to my pussy. I heard Bob moan. I looked over and saw him with his head back and Jenny’s hand clearly working him over. I stopped Mitch from rubbing me and stood up. With my back to Jenny and Bob, I bent over and removed my thong. Staying bent over, I reached down and undid the string of Mitch’s shorts and pulled them off, with his help of course. I took hold of his cock and started stroking it. I looked back at Jenny and Bob. He was staring at my exposed pussy. I caught his eye and winked at him. I bent over farther and spread my legs. I continued to wank Mitch, whose eyes were closed and didn’t catch my exchange with Bob. With My other hand, I began to rub my pussy. It was so wet that I didn’t have any difficulty sliding a couple of fingers in. I alternated between stroking my clit and finger-fucking myself.

After a couple minutes, I stopped stroking Mitch and myself. I didn’t want either of us to cum just yet. I pulled him up and said to him “Let’s continue this in bed.”

He nodded and stood the rest of the way on himself. When he was fully upright, Jenny looked and said “Oh my.” She was staring at Mitch’s hard cock. Her hand didn’t stop working Bob though.

I leaned down and whispered “We’re going to take this inside. You guys should use the guest bedroom. I don’t think Bob will want to walk down the street with a hard-on.”

“Thanks. I think we will.” She replied. She stood up and bent over the edge of the tub to retrieve her bikini.

I caught Mitch checking out her ass as she bent over. As she stood up, she slipped and fell backwards into Mitch. He caught her under the arms and supported her until she caught her footing. She reached up and back and grabbed the back of his head in a sort of odd hug. “Thanks.” She said. She ever so subtly ground her rear into Mitch’s still hard cock and then smiled at me. I handed her towels for herself and Bob and took two for Mitch and me.

“Just make sure you guys lock the door when you come in. See you in the morning.” Said Mitch.

“We will.”

We weren’t even all the way upstairs and Mitch had his hand up inside my towel from behind and between my legs. His finger spread my lips but didn’t penetrate me. He managed to find my clit even though we didn’t stop moving upstairs. His touch made my knees buckle. I regained my legs and spun to face him. My hand found its way inside his towel and grasped his rock hard cock. I led him or should I say, practically dragged him the rest of the way to the bedroom with my hand wrapped around him.

In our bedroom, Mitch closed the door behind us and forced me down, face-first onto the bed. He got me on my knees and pushed my head down to the pillow. I was waiting for his cock to push into me, but he got down and began licking me. His tongue licked up and down my slit careful not to touch my clit. He teased my back door by circling around it but not actually pushing in. Finally he went after my clit. He slowly tongued it at first and then sucked it in and released it over and over. I was going crazy. My hips were rolling. I knew I was about to cum. Suddenly he pulled away. I was about to protest when I felt his thumb on my clit and then his finger push at my opening. With very little effort, his finger was buried in me. Then he began licking my ass. I could feel my orgasm building. Mitch pulled his finger out of me and pushed it against my ass. Slowly he pushed it in past the initial resistance and held it there. His tongue went back to my clit and rapidly licked at it. My hips started bucking fast now. This forced his finger deeper in me. On top of licking me, he began fucking my ass with his finger. There was no stopping me from cumming now. I was moaning and bucking. My hands were grasping and pulling at the sheets. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed as I came really hard.

Mitch crawled up beside me and laid down. As I was recovering, I managed to get a hold of his cock and slowly stroke it. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. We had no time to reach for the blankets, as they were pushed down to the bottom of the bed. Here we were, buck naked, with no chance to cover up and one of the girls, who we probably woke up, was coming in upset or looking for a drink or something. To our surprise and relief, Jenny poked her head in. We made feeble attempts to cover up even though we were all just naked together a short time ago.

“Umm, hi guys, sorry to interrupt.” She came in and shut the door. She was still naked.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

She sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, yes and no. After you guys left, Bob and I went into the guest room. I gave him a blow job. And well, to be frank, he didn’t last long. Then he said he had to go to the bathroom. I expected him back shortly. But when he wasn’t back after a couple of minutes, I went to look for him. He was passed out on the couch. I contemplated punching feriköy escort him in the face for leaving me hanging. Instead, I covered him up with a blanket and was going to go back to bed and well, finish myself off. When I heard you two, I couldn’t stop myself from coming up. Kay, I heard you scream and knew I had to come in.”

“Well, you’re in here. Now what?” I asked.

“Considering what you guys did at the beach today and what went on down by the hot tub.” She paused and Mitch looked at me with a raised an eyebrow as if to say “you told her?” I gave his cock a squeeze. “I figured I could come and watch you two while you fuck and I’ll get myself off.”

I wasn’t sure what to think or say. Mitch spoke up “Like you said. Considering what we did today, I don’t see a problem with her…”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I wrapped my lips around his cock and taking as much in as I could. He moaned long and low. I pulled almost all the way off and then took as much in as I could again. I kept repeating this over and over. I looked at Jen. She was either staring at me sucking him off or was just admiring his cock. I hadn’t forgotten what happened between them in the tub. She was rubbing herself nice and slow. She seemed to be matching our pace.

I stopped sucking on Mitch and said “If you want Jen, there are some vibrators and dildos in the bedside drawer behind you.”

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“No. Go right ahead. They are in the bottom drawer.”

She turned and stretched over to the drawer. In doing so, she put her foot up on the bed in order to keep her balance. This opened her legs wide, giving Mitch a good look at her shaved pussy. She was taking her sweet time looking for a toy. Probably on purpose. He obviously took advantage of this and had a good look. I felt his cock harden even more.

She produced my favourite toy. It’s an eight inch long, two and a half inch thick dildo. She wasted no time in sliding it all the way inside herself. Fuck that looked hot. She let out a long low moan. Meanwhile, I had continued to suck Mitch’s cock. I don’t think I have felt it any harder. Watching Jen do herself was really getting him going. His eyes never left her pussy as she fucked herself. Consequently, her eyes never left me sucking him off. She was so intently watching me that her mouth seemed to mimic mine as I attended to Mitch’s hard cock.

“Oh god this feels so good.” Jen mumbled. “I wish Bob’s cock was as big as this dildo. Did you use Mitch’s cock as a model for it?”

This seemed to drive Mitch over the edge. He started to fuck my mouth pretty fast now. “I’m gonna cum.”

Jen suddenly stopped fucking herself and moved so her face was close to mine. “That’s so fucking hot, I need to watch it from close up.”

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her so we were cheek to cheek. There was no way she couldn’t feel Mitch’s cock through my cheek with hers.

“I’m cumming.” He moaned.

“So am I.” She replied. She hadn’t stopped fucking herself with my dildo.

I pulled my mouth off his cock. I kept jerking him and aimed the head toward her. “Aw fuckkk.” He moaned as he let go a stream that went in her mouth and down her chin. I took the second spurt in my mouth. Then she took his head in her mouth and held it there while I was still jerking him. She screamed around his dick as she came. She stayed like this until her spasms stopped.

“Oh my god Kay, I’m sorry.” She said sheepishly. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Mitch did. And it’s okay.” I kissed her on the lips and then licked Mitch’s cum from her chin and cheek. “It looks like you needed that. Don’t worry, Bob doesn’t need to know if you don’t want to tell him. And if you think you need to tell him or want to tell him, I’m sure Mitch won’t mind if we relive this scene with him. Of course, you and I will have to switch roles.”

“Thank you both. But, let’s just keep this between us for now.”

“Ok. Let’s get cleaned up.”

“You guys go first. I need to catch my breath.” Said Mitch.

I turned on the shower and got in. I lathered up a wash cloth and started cleaning the sweat, hot tub and cum from my body.

“Hurry up Kay. I’m getting cold out here.”

“Then come in here with me. This is a shower for two. Mitch and like to spend time in here together.”

I turned on the second shower head.

“See lots of room.”

“Bob and I need one of these.” She said as she stepped under the spray.

I passed her a clean wash cloth. We cleaned the night’s “adventure” off ourselves. Since I had started first, I finished first. I just stood there with the water beating on me and watched Jen. She had her back to me and was bent over cleaning her legs. I soaped up my wash cloth and started to rub it all over back.

“Oooh. That feels good.” She cooed.

“Well, make sure you return the favour.”

I worked the cloth down her back and up again several times. She had stopped washing herself and just stood there with her hands on the wall. She looked like someone who was being frisked by a cop. Every time I worked my way down her back, she seemed to push back into my hands.

“You have such an amazing ass. I know Mitch was admiring it tonight.”

“Thanks. Yours is pretty damn good too. And speaking of your ass, that thong looked awesome on you.”

Sex has always been my favorite hobby and I believe that sex should be full of fun and adventure. I remember my first sexual adventure at the age of 16 and recall that I didn’t really enjoy it. But then neither my partner nor I were very experienced. I have to say that over the years I have gotten much better at sex and thoroughly enjoy a good fucking. Although I can’t speak for my first partner because I haven’t seen him in over 30 years. As you can guess from that statement that I’m currently 46 but don’t look even close to that. I have developed many talents over those years and have to say that I’m damn good at fucking and sucking cock and I can say that I obtain huge pleasure from doing both.

I want to relate a personal favorite experience from my early days of sexual realization.

This was during the early 80’s a time when I was discovering my love of sexual pleasure. I was young, (or at least younger than I am now), and I was 5’6″, 130 pounds, 38D chest, great ass (if I do say so myself), blonde curly hair and blue eyes. For some reason in life I’ve always gotten along much better with men than women. (Women can be such jealous bitches at times. Me along with all the other women), and despite the fact that I am a woman, I usually get treated like one of the guys. Or maybe I should say I was treated like one of the guys with 38D breasts.

I was hanging out at my favorite bar in the late afternoon having a drink with my bartender friend and some of his buddies. Keith the bartender and I had spent the morning in bed doing some good hard fucking before he had to go to work. That day, the guys decided to see if they could embarrass me and make me blush by relating sex stories. Since Keith was the only guy there who really knew me, the guys didn’t know what they were getting into. They began to regal me with stories of fucking ready and willing women which didn’t faze me at all. The men then started talking of strip clubs and their adventures there. This discussion led to the guys deciding we were all going to a strip club thinking that I wouldn’t have the courage to go. Needless to say we all piled into Keith’s car to go to the strip club down the street.

We walked into the club and found a place down front to sit. It had become early evening and I was somewhat surprised at the many men who were already at the club. The current stripper was doing her thing on the stage and I noticed that the men in the club had turned to look at me walking in and sitting down instead of observing çatalca escort her work. Other than the current entertainer and the bartender, I was the only other woman in the club. I also noticed that I had a better chest and ass than the woman on the stage (another if I do say so myself statement).

The dancer moved across the platform and began to dance in front of the guys and me. Licking her lips and rocking her hips in our direction. That’s when the guys noticed that she seemed to be more interested in showing off for me than she was for the guys. She was running her hands over her breasts and down her belly toward her g-string and sliding her fingers to her barely concealed pussy. Of course the guys noticed the special attention she was giving me and began to encourage her on. She got down on her knees with her legs wide spread and pushed her barely covered pussy toward me. The guys were intently watching to see what I would do. Due to the fact that we had partaken in some weed on the way to the strip club and the fact that I was surrounded by men watching me, I was so incredibly turned on and was so ready to fuck almost anything.

Much to the amazement of the men I was with, I moved closer to the platform and the dancer to get a closer look at that obviously shaved pussy, and those pert breasts. With my move, she stepped down off the platform, looked me in the eyes and straddled my lap facing me. She then proceeded to give me one of the best French kisses I have ever had. (I do have this theory that you can tell how well a man fucks by how well he kisses. I wasn’t sure about women and kissing, but I knew she was damn good.) She reached to pull off my t-shirt and the guys with me helped her strip off my shirt and quickly unhooked my bra to release those 38D’s of mine. Her lips left my mouth and bent down to suck on my hardening nipples. Her teeth nipped at my left nipple and her fingers pinched my right. My hands pulled her head down harder on my tits to get her to suck and bite harder. She squeezed hard on my tits and began to suck and bite around my large breasts. This just sets me on fire, I love to see marks on my tits and get so turned on later looking at them that I can easily cum again. She ground her pussy onto my lap and I could feel that I was getting very wet. I needed to feels hands on my dripping cunt. We stood up and the guys unzipped my jeans and stripped me naked. They pushed us down on the stage platform and she and silivri escort I began to kiss deeply again and our hand roamed over each others body.

At this point none of the male patrons minded that the stripper had stopped dancing, and had gathered around to watch the new show on the stage. I was oblivious to anything going on around us, I just wanted more of the woman who was now moving her mouth from my tits down toward my pussy. Her fingers were rubbing circles on my clit, and then running around the opening to my cunt. I needed so much more. I raised up my hips and she took my clit in her mouth and began to suck, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bud. “Please, please more, fuck me” I begged. With that she slid one finger into my already sopping pussy. She curled her finger and began to massage what I knew to be my g spot. Within a minute I started to gush and screamed “I’m coming, oh please don’t stop.” Our audience began to cheer and shout to see me squirt. She pushed more fingers into my pussy and began to rapidly fuck my cunt hard and furious. My hips were raised up and I was bucking against her hand to take more in.

Now, I have to say that I’m not gay or bisexual but at this point in time I so wanted to taste this woman’s pussy. I sat up and began to lick my juices off her fingers and hand, then moved to lick all my juices from her mouth and lips, which caused the surrounding men to cheer again. After I had my fill of my own taste, I laid her back and began to lick and suck my way down her body. Stopping at her breasts to return the favor she did on mine. While her nipple was in my mouth and between my teeth, my hand slid down toward her shaved pussy. I could feel the wetness on her g-string and pulled it to the side so I could feel that shaved smooth skin. I began to lick at her clit and run my tongue over that bald pussy tasting her delightful cunt. I planted my fingers in her pussy and my mouth on her clit and began to eat my first pussy.

As I said before I’ve always been a sexual person, but I didn’t mention that I can never get enough fucking. I raised up my head from eating and looked around at the swarm of men around us and said “I’ve got a empty pussy here and I need someone to fill it. Who’s going to be the first to fuck me?” Which led to a mad scramble to see who could get his cock out first and into me. There was no problem of waiting for any man to get hard, because I could tell that most of the crowd bizimkent escort was already hard and ready.

I couldn’t see who was the lucky man to fuck me first, and I didn’t really care. I just knew I now had a big hard cock filling my waiting cunt. He began to pound me from behind, and I was in heaven. As I said before I’m not gay or bi, and I so much prefer cock to pussy and I had to say to the dancer, “I’m sorry honey, but I have to have a hard cock to suck and fuck” and she replied “no problem, baby, I want some of that too.” She then called out “hey, I need some of those cocks too”. So my friend Keith obliged her by sliding his cock into her waiting pussy.

One of the guys that came with me put his waiting cock in my mouth and I began to do one of my favorite things which is suck cock. The first man had shot a big load of cum in my pussy and the next man took his place. He was bigger than the first man and I could feel his cock so deep in my pussy.

One thing I haven’t mentioned is that I can have many, many multiple orgasms and I hadn’t stopped cuming since the dancer made me squirt. The huge cock shooting cum in my pussy sent me over to the edge to another massive orgasm. I could feel warm cum drip out of my pussy and down my legs and I wanted more! My ass was ready for a cock.

The next man I licked and sucked to rock hard I wanted in my ass. When I stopped sucking his cock, I said “you get to be the first to fuck my ass”. Which made the men cheer again. Since I was still on my knees, he positioned his hard cock at my ass and lubricated with all the extra cum dripping out of my pussy. He slowly began to push his cock into my ass moving out each time he pushed in further. The teasing was killing me, I pushed back against his cock and yelled “fuck my ass hard NOW!”. He began to ram his cock into my ass hard and deep. It felt so good. The next cock I sucked and licked I knew where I wanted it. I said “baby put that cock in my pussy, I want both of you fucking me”. It took a bit of maneuvering to get both cocks in me, and a few moments to work on the timing, but soon I was getting the full double penetration. Both men were wildly fucking both holes and I could feel that they were about ready to cum. My pussy and ass were ready to be filled with that hot cum. I yelled, “boys, it’s time to explode and fill me with your cum”. With that the cock in my ass began to throb and I could feel the cum shooting into me. Within in a few seconds the cock in my pussy was shooting his cum in me, which sent me into a the most massive orgasm I have ever had.

By the end of this session I had fucked and sucked every man in the club at least once and some numerous times. I was fully sated and filled with cum. Now the guys know that I’m not really just one of the guys and there is nothing they can do or say to make me blush.

The car journey to the ball had been uncomfortable to say the least for Katherine. Her exquisite dress of deep green and black crumpled by the journey. As she arrived at the party she quickly made her way to the ladies to compose herself.

She stood before a long mirror and adjusted her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed in the material. The dress she thought to herself was stunning, strapless held in place it seemed only by her breasts which heaved against its uppermost edge. The dress hugged her slender figure down to her curvaceous hips then flared out keeping the secret of her shapely legs hidden from view.

Her dark hair held up atop her head with silver pins allowing an unobstructed view of her slender neck and shoulders, drawing any admirers’ gaze to the tops of her breasts as the dress pushed them up. Between the two pale mounds laid a small silver pendant. Pressing it gently against her chest she gave herself one last seductive smile and blew a kiss from her ruby lips into the mirror before heading for the party.

Grasping a glass of champagne from a waiters’ tray Katherine entered the ballroom and surveyed the scene before her. Under the magnificent domed ceiling and glittering chandeliers her fellow partygoers moved. Men dressed smartly in their black suits the odd splash of colour from the occasional daring waistcoat but between them moved the women, dressed in fine gowns and sparkling jewels.

Taking a deep breath in, lifting her chest and pressing it forward, Katherine entered into the crowed. As she moved she drew admiring glances from men she passed, some she ignored, to some she just smiled an acknowledgement, others that caught her eye she engaged but only long enough to let them look deeply into her green eyes, and then she moved on.

Katherine’s eyes caught a woman a short distance away from her, their eyes locked and they made their way towards each other.

“Katherine you look exquisite.”

“And you,” said Katherine, drawing close to her friend. Nicole was somewhat shorter than Katherine and her blond hair made a stark contrast. They kissed lightly before Katherine wrapped her arm around Nicole’s slender waist and moved her to the edge of the room.

They took seats in two comfortable armchairs. Nicole crossed her legs and adjusted her flowing black dress before turning to Katherine, “well, what do you think?”

A thin smile passed Katherine’s lips, “perfect, have you seen anyone you think will suit?”

“A few, you see there,” Katherine’s eyes followed Nicole’s as she spoke, “with the short hair.” The man singled out by Nicole noticed the attention he had received and look in their direction. They both just smiled back at him and then at each other.

“I think we need to make sure he is suitable,” said Katherine with a gleam in her eye.

Getting up from her chair Nicole turned to Katherine, “leave that to me.”

Katherine watched as Nicole moved across the room to where he stood, moving closely to him her black dress flowed round his feet as she moved behind him. He was a slight over six foot, still considerably taller than Nicole and she had to stand on tiptoes to whisper to him.

As her heals fell back to the floor the man smiled and taking Nicole by the hand strode across the hall and down a corridor. Katherine smiled to herself as she took a sip of her champagne, “does that girl have no shame,” she though. Then she thought, tonight was no time for shame.

As Nicole and her new found man closed the door behind them Nicole spun round pinning the man up against the back of the door with her body. Placing her hands on the mans shoulders Nicole sank to her knees tracing her hand down his body and she went. Her face level with his crotch and her hands on his waist.

As she glanced up her eyes met with his, he opened his mouth to speak but Nicole placed her finger across her lips. He understood, remaining quite her watched her remove her finger from her mouth and touch it to his front of his trousers. He could not help himself as she touched the underside of his cock through the material, he let out a slight moan and could feel the blood rushing to great her touch.

She too could feel the rush as his dick grew engorged beneath her touch, she slowly moved her finger up and down as if trying to estimate its length. Leaving his growing excitement for a brief moment she reached up to the waistband of his trousers and pulled down his zipper. Her hands dove in at once and parted his trousers and shirt, her hands on either side of the now growing bulge.

He looked down as her face edged nearer he felt her warm breath on his cock through the material. He felt her lips touch, denizköşkler escort with her head to the side she moved up and down his length her warm breath exciting him further. He now so badly wanted to feel her touch on his skin.

After seeing a small dark spot seep through the material at the top of his bulge Nicole knew he was ready. She had teased him sufficiently; it was time to move on.

Grasping to the top of his trousers she pulled them to the floor taking his underwear with them. There it stood before her, now free, his erection jutted out proudly from his body his balls hung beneath.

She moved forward her tongue extended from her glossy lips met the wrinkled skin of his ball sack. As she touched it she saw it contract drawing his balls closer to his body. Moving on her tongue traced the underside of his rigid member, he let out a moan as she reached the tip. A trail of clear liquid stretched between the tip of her tongue and the tip of his pulsing cock.

Looking him in the eye drew her hand up his thigh grasping his balls, her hand then enveloped his shaft slowing moving up its length. On reaching the head she skilfully twisted her hand and descended back down. Gripping the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger she cupped his balls with her remaining fingers.

Keeping eye contact Nicole slowly lowered her mouth down onto his hardened shaft only breaking the gaze when her lips reached her fingers. She closed her eyes and began to work.

Without seaming to move Nicole had her man on the brink of orgasm within seconds. Her mouth enveloped him but always moving the tiniest sensations of pleasure all along his length. Her hand moved in almost unperceivable ways her fingers massaged his balls and up to his anus.

Her man gasped as he felt his orgasm approach. Nicole released her lips and drew back air. The cold air rushing up the around his organ brought him to the edge. Thrusting her mouth back down his shaft she squeezed his balls and just as her lips reached her fingers she felt it start.

Wave after wave of hot seamen rushed into her mouth and down her throat. Drawing her mouth back to the head of his dick she held his shaft in her hand and opened her mouth to allow him to see the last salty drops of cum flow onto her tongue. She kissed his tip before closing her mouth lifting her head and swallowing.

She then proceeded to lick his deflating cock clean before standing.

“You’ll do,” she said, “by the way do you know anyone for my friend.”

Smiling the man simply said, “ yes.”

Returning to the party Nicole parted company with her man with a knowing smile. She returned to her and seat Katherine eyed her mischievously. Nicole simply drew her bottom lip into her mouth before kissing the air before her, “perfect,” she exclaimed.

Katherine smiled, her emerald eyes fixed on her friend envious of the tryst she had just enjoyed.

As her thoughts began to wander they were interrupted by the return of Nicole’s new man and his would be accomplice.

“Ladies,” spoke Nicole’s man, “I do not believe we have been properly introduced. This is David,” he said motioning to the man stood next to him, “and I am Marcus.” David stood a slight shorter than Marcus, he had fair hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled to each of the women in turn.

“Katherine,” said Nicole nodding to where she sat, “and I am Nicole.” Both girls smiled at their men.

Marcus extended his hand to Nicole and David to Katherine, the girls rose from their seats. David turned and let the couples out of the hall.

After wandering around the corridors of the building they found a suitable room for themselves. Locking the door behind them they put on the lights and looked around.

They were in what appeared to be meeting room. In the centre stood a large highly polished table surrounded by twenty or so chairs. Above the table was a small chandelier, around the walls of the room stood tall plants in large pots and several sofas and easy chairs.

The girls broke away from their partners and leant with their backs against the table. Smiling seductively at the men they had found the girls glanced towards each other smiled and then turned to look once more upon their chosen partners. Their smiles then quickly faded.

Katherine with a stern look across her face ordered, “take off your clothes.”

Marcus and David stood momentarily dumfounded by the sudden change in atmosphere however Marcus shrugged, “what the hell,” and began to loosen his tie. David joined in and soon the men stood naked beside the door.

Katherine smiled once more, alemdağ escort walking forward to David she brushed her arm around his torso, feeling the ripple of his muscles. David could not resist her touch and his breathing increased and his erection began to rise.

“I think he likes what he sees,” said Katherine, stroking down towards David’s hardening cock. “Do you want to fuck me David,” said Katherine looking him directly in the eye.

David captivated by the emeralds of her eyes, glanced down toward her cleavage and her silver pendant.

“Well,” said Katherine, a huskiness to her voice that David found almost irresistible

“Yes,” said David panting.

“Then follow me,” Katherine turned and walked back to the table leaning her body over it raising her ass toward David. Then with one quick movement she flicked the hem of her dress up over her ass, the material falling wildly over her back and head. David stood captivated, Katherine’s perfect legs clad in black stockings that stopped high thigh and above them nothing. David could see her pussy, a small hit of her dark brush, and its lips already beginning to open, inviting him.

“Lick me David,” commanded Katherine from under her dress, “you have to make me want you now.”

David needed no second invitation he fell to his knees, taking in the musky scent he dove into her pussy kissing and caressing it with his lips. Katherine let out a moan and rocked her hips back onto his face.

Nicole looked on with excitement in her eye. Turning to Marcus, “I’ve tasted you now you must taste me,” she said mockingly. Pushing two chairs out to either side of her she sat on the table placing a foot on each chair. Nicole lifted her dress, to reveal that she too wore no panties just stockings. Her excitement from watching Katherine had already made her moist.

As soon as her dress was up around her waist Marcus began kissing up her leg from her heeled shoe, up the inside of her calf and thigh before reaching her shaven pussy. Marcus began licking all over enjoying the smoothness. Nicole grasped his head forcing him to where she wanted him most.

Not wanting to disappoint Marcus went where his was ordered his tongue probing the folds of flesh seeking her clitoris. Once locked on he never let go, Nicole began to let out small screams of excitement.

Katherine stood up forcing David back; he looked up at her his face dripping with saliva and her juices. As she turned round her dress fell back to cover ass, lifting the front she touched her fingers to her dripping pussy, “you have done well,” she said smiling, “I might have to reward you.” She offered her glistening fingers to her mouth and he obediently licked them savouring the taste.

Pulling over to one of the sofas at the edge of the room she laid him down on his back his throbbing erection standing proud of his stomach. Katherine knelt down beside him on the floor, looking across he could see her breasts heave against her dress as she drew in heavy breaths.

Gently stroking him David let out small moans of pleasure, she then grabbed him squeezing his hardness. He groaned at her forcefulness and then sighed as she dropped her mouth onto him. She quickly began bobbing up and down his cock dripping with saliva as she fucked him with her mouth.

Pulling her head back she gasped wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. His hardened dick glistened before her. She quickly stood throwing her leg and dress over him. Searching under her dress she grasped his cock and pushed it where she wanted it most.

Moving her body over it she began rubbing his tip across her dipping pussy, rubbing her clitoris. She then in one smooth movement sat down on him. David let out a gasp as he felt his penis suddenly engulfed by the wet warmth of Katherine’s pussy, she almost screamed.

On the table Nicole had begun to wail as Marcus continued to probe her with her tongue. She leant back on the table on her arms, arching her back thrusting her chest in the air, with her thrashings her right breast had come free and her hardened nipple exposed.

“Fuck me,” she panted, “fuck me now.”

Marcus needed nothing further; he stood up his aching penis just inches from her warmth. His face reddened and glistening he grasped Nicole by the hips and thrust with one smooth stroke he entered her fully.

Nicole cried out and lifted her legs from the chairs and locked them behind his muscled back as he began thrusting deeply. He grasped at her free breast squeezing it and flicking the nipple with his thumb.

It was not long before Nicole began to convulse with her first orgasm, Marcus akbatı escort felt her insides clench against him and he began to thrust harder and harder.

On the sofa Katherine bounced up and down, beneath her dress David’s cock sawed in and out of her. Katherine reached behind her pulling her zipper down she pulled the top of her dress down allowing her tits to bounce free. David grabbed her breasts in each and pushed them up. Katherine enjoyed his forceful grip and could feel the cold of her pendant crushed between her mounds.

“I’m gonna cum,” shouted Marcus.

Nicole sprang back to life and pushed him back forcing his dick from her with a sodden plop. Following him she fell forward from the table falling to her knees before him, her mouth open in anticipation.

She mistimed just slightly and the first spurt of cum splattered across her face before she could thrust her mouth down onto him. With her hands she continued to pump at his cumming cock squeezing the last drops from him and drinking them down.

Katherine watched on in excitement as she continued to rock backwards and forwards on David’s dick. As Nicole brought her hand up to wipe the cum from her face, “come here.” Katherine commanded.

Nicole smiled and standing up walked over to Katherine, wrapping a hand around her neck and one on her breast Nicole offered her face to Katherine. Katherine with her long tongue licked the warm cum from her face finishing at her mouth they began a long kiss, both savouring the taste of cum.

This was too much for David and with a loud grunt he began shooting up inside Katherine. Breaking her kiss she grabbed his body forcing herself down onto him, clenching with her muscles drawing the cum from him.

When David finished Katherine turned to Nicole, “are you ready?”

Nicole just smiled, tapping David she indicated that he was to move off the sofa. Lifting her dress, Katherine drew herself of his softening cock and threw herself backwards. His dick flopped out covered in her juices and his own cum David pulled back off the couch and watched.

Katherine, one leg on the back off the sofa the other on the floor touched her fingers to the lips of her pussy drawing them open, it glistened with hot sticky cum. No sooner had it started to run than Nicole placed her head between her legs and touched her tongue to Katherine’s dripping pussy.

Nicole sucked and licked the cum from Katherine once all that was gone she moved to her clitoris and started working Katherine to a frenzy. Soon Katherine came and grasped the edges of the sofa, her pussy throbbed and Nicole lapped at the juices running from it.

By know the guys were hard again. David watching Nicole’s ass sway as she sucked at Katherine lifted her skirt. He pushed his dick to her pussy probing the folds of flesh before driving into her. Nicole’s scream was muffled as she drove her face into Katherine’s pussy.

Katherine leant back pulling Marcus by his dick she led him to her mouth. She opened widely for him and Marcus soon began thrusting deeply down her throat.

David thrust wildly into Nicole his balls swinging furiously his hips slapped loudly against the globes of her ass. Nicole reached under her and began rubbing her clitoris furiously as he thrusted and she soon began to come again. As soon as her pussy began clenching against him he lost it and came loudly, grabbing her hips he pulled her back onto him as he emptied his load.

Katherine approached her second orgasm and Nicole despite her exhaustion continued to tongue her furiously. As Katherine came she pulled Marcus’ cock from her mouth to let out a scream, as she held it in her hand he too began to come. Too dazed to co-ordinate herself Katherine just allowed his come to pour out over her face and tits.

As David pulled his limp cock from Nicole’s pussy his cum ran down her thigh onto her stocking, some dripped to the floor. She looked up at Katherine as she squeezed the last drops of Marcus’ cum on her chest. Leaning over her Nicole began to lap the sticky cum from Katherine’s face and chest. On her chest Nicole drew Katherine’s pendant into her mouth, cleaning the cum from it.

Finishing at her mouth they kissed deeply savouring the salty taste between them.

Nicole stood back letting her dress fall back around her ankles, she tucked her breasts back into her dress. Katherine sat up brushing her dress down over her legs, tucking her breasts back into the top of her dress she turned allowing Nicole to pull the zipper back up.

Nicole and Katherine took one last look at their men, stood there in the middle of the immaculate room naked their limp cocks glimmering with their cum and the girls juices, smiled and walked from the room.

As the girls walked down the corridor back to the foyer they made the best of their appearance. The doormen however could not fail to notice the crumpled dresses and dishevelled appearance of the girls, and that glowing look of just having been fucked, as they helped them into their waiting cab.