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We slept through again, and I smiled a little sadly at Beth as she stirred, turned to look at me. “No more nights for a while…?”

She chuckled softly. “We’ll see. Anyway, I know Bill and your Mum are back later, but that just means we can try and watch them, same as before, and make up more stories when I come in at bedtime, right?”

“Mmhm, definitely. So – shower first?”

“OK.”

Again we managed not to let ourselves go completely in the shower, but I did move my soapy fingers over one particular part of Beth more than perhaps it strictly needed, until a shudder of pleasure ran through her body. “Mmm, that’s a nice start to the day,” she grinned.

Breakfast was just cereal today – “But we got a chicken for lunch when we shopped, right?”

“Right. What shall we do while it’s in the oven?”

“Bet I can beat you to the next level on the console,” Beth teased.

“You’re on.”

We sat down in front of the screen, but I hadn’t counted on Beth distracting me, touching herself, dipping a finger between her thighs then putting it between her lips. “Don’t you want to taste?” she asked, her eyes dancing.

“Not fair,” I mock-protested. “And yes, of course I do.”

Beth slipped fingers inside herself – “Ohh, feels good” – then let me suck them. “Does that get you hard?” she murmured.

“You know damn well it does,” I chuckled. “So what do you want to do about it?”

“How about… I put the game in single-player, and see if I can still beat my high score while you do whatever you can think of.”

“Deal.”

Beth lay on her front, controller in her hands, and she was soon guiding her character through the challenges on the screen. I knelt behind her, stroking her bottom, my fingers drifting nearer and nearer to her cleft, then down until I found warm wetness. Beth offered no resistance as I moved her feet a little further apart, making it easier for me to touch her. I thought I heard a quiet sound of pleasure, but when I glanced up she was still deep in concentration. As she became wetter, more slippery, I felt myself hardening, and after a few minutes I moved closer, pressed my tip to her entrance. She didn’t stop playing or look round, but I felt her shift her hips slightly to make it easier for me to enter her. I pressed slowly inwards until I met her bottom, then started to move slowly, sensually. Beth’s eyes were still on the screen, but her gameplay seemed less focused, a little uncoordinated. I moved more insistently, alternating between stroking her back gently and holding her hips as I thrust. I tried to stay silent, but every so often I couldn’t help a quiet moan, and I thought I heard Beth echoing almost inaudibly. As I neared my climax I felt her tensing around me a little, and finally I groaned, thrusting hard into her, trying but failing to hold back my first spurt. As she felt me come, Beth’s body shivered deliciously, her hips flexing back against mine, and I heard a long sigh of satisfaction. “Mmm…”

I glanced at the screen, now showing “Game Over”, and Beth turned to look at me, a distracted smile on her face. “Definitely nowhere near my high score.”

I slid from her, and she sat up to hug me. “I liked that.”

“Me too.”

I suddenly remembered the dinner. “Oops – I’d better check on the oven.”

The chicken was ready, and I busied myself with vegetables, gravy. “OK, we can eat,” I called.

Beth came in, sat down. “Thanks, Tim.”

When we’d finished eating Beth glanced round the kitchen. “Still a few things to tidy up?”

“No problem.”

Washing up, folding laundry, emptying bins – “Hmm, look at all these sticky tissues,” teased Beth. Finally everything was shipshape, and we sat in the lounge with coffee. “I know Bill and your Mum will have had a pretty hot time away,” Beth ventured. “But I bet they do it tonight as well.”

I pretended to roll my eyes. “And you said you want to watch for a while, right?”

“Oh yes.”

I settled more comfortably on the sofa. “What do you think they’ll do? I don’t see Mum as a gamer, somehow.”

Beth smirked. “Well, maybe Dad could fuck her while she’s playing Mario Kart. Then the crane would have to keep pulling her out.”

There was the sound of a key in the front door, and I felt a moment of apprehension. “You don’t think they’ll be able to tell what we did?”

Beth shook her head, grinning. “Anyway, all we have to do is keep up the pretence of ‘can just about stand each other’.”

Bill and Mum came into the room. “Hi, you two. Everything OK? The place looks really tidy.”

Beth pretended a grimace. “Captain Sensible here said we should do the chores.”

“Well, thank you, seriously. Want pizza tonight? I think you earned it.”

“Mm, please,” Beth nodded. “Just make sure mine doesn’t get any of his nasty chillies on it.”

Mum picked up the phone, ordered. “Anything else happen?”

Beth glanced at me, then over to her father. “Oh, I was going to tell you. I decided on what I want to do at uni.”

“That’s great, darling. Soğanlık Escort Where have you applied?”

Beth chose her words carefully. “Actually the same place as Tim – he was showing me the prospectus and the psychology course sounds really good.”

I could see Bill and Mum thinking it through. “Well, I think that’s good,” Bill said. “Tim being in the same town, you’ve got someone close by if anything happens.”

Beth feigned slight annoyance. “I can look after myself, Dad.”

There was a knock on the door, and conversation stalled as we concentrated on eating. Finally Mum yawned, stretched. “Think it’s time we turned in.”

They went upstairs, and I grinned at Beth. “Think we did a pretty good job there.”

She nodded. “Yep. Now, come on, we need to get ready before we try and catch them.”

I changed quickly, and a couple of minutes later Beth slipped into my room as usual. “OK?”

We crossed the landing on bare feet, and Beth nudged the door of the master bedroom open a little wider. As she’d predicted, the bedside light was still on, two naked figures kneeling on the bed. Bill was behind Mum, at first cupping her breasts, then sliding one hand down between her thighs while the other moved to explore her from behind. “Mm, we should definitely try that,” murmured Beth. “She looks like she’s really enjoying it.”

It was obvious when Bill entered her, Mum’s face displaying her satisfaction, and he carried on using his fingers on her as he thrust rhythmically. We could hear Mum’s panting breaths, the pace increasing, and finally her mouth formed an O of pleasure as her body shuddered in climax.

“Wow,” whispered Beth, “that’s really got me going. Come on.”

She led me back to her room, knelt on the bed facing away from me. “Mm, do what he did.”

I moved behind her, my hands exploring from front and behind, fingers sliding into her, and Beth leaned back against me, her own hands on her breasts. “Oh, yes…”

She breathed in deeply. “Go inside me?”

I hesitated. “Beth – I really want to, but can we keep that for when we’re on our own in the house?”

There was only a tiny bit of disappointment in her voice. “I know, you’re right.”

I could tell she was smiling. “But if you keep doing that, I’ll definitely come anyway.”

My fingertips brushed her hard nub as I moved my fingers inside her, and I felt the familiar tension building in her muscles. She squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. “Oh – so close -“

I chose that moment to press my thumb gently against her other opening as my fingers penetrated her deeply, and it was as though she’d had an electric shock, her body shuddering, her hand over her mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure she couldn’t help making. “Ohhh…”

I wrapped my arms around her, held her close. “Noisy girl,” I teased, my mouth close to her ear. “One of these days they’ll come across the landing to see what’s up.”

Beth chuckled. “That’ll take some explaining.”

Reluctantly I released her. “I’d better get back to my room, so we’re both where we’re supposed to be.”

She tilted her face up for a final kiss. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”

***

“Got a surprise for you,” Bill dropped into the conversation the next morning. “We’ve booked for all of us to go away for a few days, sort of a last family thing before you two are off to uni.”

“Brilliant,” grinned Beth. “Where are we going?”

“The Lake District – we have a self-catering lodge all to ourselves.”

“Cool.”

Beth glanced at me, the anticipation in her face for my eyes only. “I’d better start packing, then.”

I went upstairs a few minutes later, leaning casually on her doorframe. “We might not get much privacy at this place?”

Beth flashed her eyebrows at me. “I have a good feeling about this.”

We set off in the early evening, Beth and I in the back seat – “I hope you two can manage not to squabble,” teased Mum. Beth had brought a blanket – “In case I get chilly” – and she casually spread it out so that it reached my lap. I took the hint, putting my hand out of sight under the blanket and finding her knee. “Further up,” she mouthed silently, and I slid my fingers up, my eyes widening as I felt the top of her hold-ups then only warm bare skin. I dared to explore a little further, expecting to find damp material, but – oh – my fingers touched only her already-wet entrance, and she gave me a knowing smile, flexing her hips. “I might try and sleep a bit,” she announced to Bill and Mum, closing her eyes. I continued to explore her gently, her lips curving in a smile, and I was certain she was imagining how I might satisfy her growing desire when we got to our destination.

Finally we pulled off the road and parked in front of the modern-looking lodge. I withdrew my fingers, getting a wink from Beth, and we carried our bags inside. “Wow,” said Mum. “I like the way they’ve laid it out.”

The front door led straight into a Escort Soğanlık large open area, sofas and easy chairs in the middle section. To the right was the kitchen area, with a big dining table and a breakfast bar, while on the left a doorway led through to what was obviously the master bedroom, with an en-suite. “So where are we?” I wondered aloud to Beth.

“This place sleeps six,” said Bill. He indicated a door at the far side of the room. “The stairs lead up to two more bedrooms and a shower.”

Mum looked at us uncertainly. “Are you two going to be all right, being so close, having to share a bathroom.”

“Think I can cope,” shrugged Beth. “As long as Tim doesn’t hog the shower in the morning.”

She threw me a look. “Come on – let’s take our stuff up. And I get first pick of the bedrooms.”

I pretended a look of resignation, and followed her through the doorway, up the stairs. When we reached the landing, she turned, wrapping her arms around me, grinning. “This is perfect – we can close the bottom door, we’re miles away from them, we can do whatever we want.”

I kissed her hard on the lips. “You bet.”

We walked from the landing, and Beth tilted her head. “You can have the first room.”

As we passed the bathroom, she stopped. “Oops, just a min.”

She tugged down her jeans, then her panties, and sat on the toilet seat, starting to pee. I blinked as I heard her stream hitting the water, and she grinned. “What? It’s not as if we have any secrets from one another.”

I nodded. “I guess.” I dared to watch more closely as her stream slowed, stopped, and she patted herself with a neat square of toilet paper. “Actually it turns me on a little,” I confessed.

“See, you’re starting to think like me,” she grinned.

She adjusted her clothes, washed her hands. “Come on, let’s see what our room’s like.”

Another blink from me. “What?” she teased. “We can make your bed look like it’s been slept in, but would you really go back there after…?”

I shook my head. “Beth, I can’t tell you how amazing it is to wake up next to you.”

The other room was light, airy, a fantastic view of the countryside, and Beth bounced experimentally on the bed. “Perfect.”

She glanced at her watch. “I think it’s late enough that we can go back and say goodnight.”

“OK.”

Mum was in the kitchen putting tins away, and she smiled when she saw us. “Everything OK up there?”

“Fine, Mum,” I nodded. “I think we’re both just going to crash out now.”

“See you in the morning, then.”

We went back up, carefully closing the door at the bottom of the stairs. “Wonder what this door’s for?” Beth mused when we reached the landing.

The low door below the angle of the roof had a simple knob, and I pulled it open. “Oh, I see.”

Behind the door was the roof space – joists, wiring, pipes. “Not all that interesting.”

Beth smirked. “Are you kidding? I bet that goes all the way over the top of the downstairs bedroom.”

“Ohh…” I said slowly. “OK.”

I looked more closely into the space. “There are boards across, so it’ll be safe to walk on – we’ll just have to mind our heads.”

I turned back to Beth. “You want to take a look now?”

“You bet. You go first, though.”

I bent to get through the opening, then picked my way carefully along the rough boards, counting under my breath. “OK – that should get us to the partition wall.”

Beth bumped up behind me as I stopped, and leaned over to look. “Is that a ventilation grille or something?”

She laid flat on the boards to get closer, and turned to me with a broad grin. “You look.”

I joined her, looking down, and my eyes widened. Through the slats of the grille, we had a clear view almost straight down into the master bedroom, the bed in the centre, the doorway to the en suite off to one side. “Whoah.”

“Absolutely,” agreed Beth.

As we watched, Bill emerged from the en suite, and Mum came through the doorway from the lounge. She wrapped her arms around him, and her words carried clearly up to us. “Can’t believe I’ve got you all to myself again.”

He nodded. “Last weekend – mm, we had fun, didn’t we.”

She kissed him. “I’m sure you have some creative ideas for now, too.”

I put my mouth near Beth’s ear. “So you get your imagination from your Dad, huh?”

“Maybe,” she chuckled.

We watched as they undressed, hands exploring, and Mum gasped as Bill slid his fingers into her while she was still standing. “Mm – yes – like that.”

He grinned, bending to use his mouth on her breasts. “Tell me when you can’t wait any longer.”

After only a couple of minutes Mum put her fingers under his chin, lifted his head to look into his face. “Now…”

She turned, put her hands against the wall, and looked over her shoulder invitingly. Bill moved behind her, and Mum flexed her back, pushing her bottom out. He used his fingers to put his tip against her entrance, then slid inside. “Ohh,” we heard, “yes, Soğanlık Escort Bayan just fuck me, Bill, now…”

I blinked. “Now there’s a word I don’t think I’ve ever heard my Mum use.”

Bill held her hips as he thrust into her hard, and we saw her fingers clench against the wall. “Mm – yes – you’ll make me come -“

Bill was obviously close to his own climax, and suddenly he pulled out, his stuff making a trail of white blobs all over Mum’s back, her bottom. “Oh – not quite -” she gasped, and he did as he’d done the previous night, thrusting fingers into her from behind while he reached between her thighs to give her the final push she needed. “Ohh…” she moaned, pushing back against his hands, “mm, yes…”

Beth turned, getting to her feet, brushing at her jeans. “Wow… After that, I’m feeling pretty ‘right now’ too – let’s get back.”

I followed her to the landing, making sure the door was secure behind us, and watched as she shed her clothes heedlessly here and there towards the bedroom. I tried not to fall as I followed suit, my jeans somehow fighting with me, but finally we were there, Beth in my arms, mouth on mine, fingers wrapped round my shaft. “Just put it in me now,” she breathed, “and come all over me like he did, I don’t care if I get there straight away or not.”

I took her at her word, tumbling her onto the bed, her thighs parting for me, and I was in her, thrusting urgently to get to my climax. Beth watched entranced as my face betrayed the pleasure that was overtaking me, and I gasped, pulling out just in time for sticky fluid to splash onto her mound, her stomach, the valley between her breasts, pooling in her navel. “You’ve made such a mess of me,” her voice held only satisfaction, and she dabbled her fingers in the white blobs before sucking them. “Mmm.”

She got to her knees. “Can I be on top now?”

I let her slide over me, her wet opening within reach of my mouth, my tongue. “Fast or slow?” I queried.

“What do you think?” she grinned, running her fingers through her hair, tousling it into a wild look.

I started to use my tongue on her, and she flexed her hips in response, touching her breasts. “Mm – oh, yes – next time I definitely want you pushing me up against the wall,” she moaned. “And if I come first, I’ll turn, drop to my knees, use my mouth to help you finish, maybe let your stuff splash all over my face, get in my hair…”

Her body tensed, shuddered, and I thrilled as clear liquid spurted onto my lips, running down my chin. Finally Beth relaxed, slid down to pillow her head on my chest. “Mm, nice…”

***

Unsurprisingly, everyone seemed very relaxed at breakfast, and Mum stretched luxuriantly. “We picked this place because of the walks, but just now all I feel like doing is lazing around, maybe reading a bit.”

Bill nodded. “Think I’ll go out for a bit of fresh air, though. I’ll definitely be back in plenty of time to help with lunch.”

He pulled on his boots, waterproof coat, and was gone. Mum glanced at us. “Will you two be OK? We can play a game or something if you like.”

“We’re fine,” Beth assured her. “You do whatever you feel like.”

Mum got up from her seat. “I might have a bit of a nap, then. Shout me if you need anything.”

She disappeared into the bedroom, and Beth grinned at me. “Come on – if she’s really having a nap I’ll eat my hat.”

We made our way to our vantage point, looking down, and I blinked at what I saw. “Er, Beth, you were right.”

Mum had shed her clothes, lying back on the bed, and next to her open suitcase were a couple of items it had definitely not occurred to me that she’d be packing. Something long, very realistic-looking, and next to it a – well, I think I’d seen them called ‘massagers’.

“Definitely gives me an idea of what we might want to buy,” Beth murmured thoughtfully.

My eyes widened as Mum closed her eyes, eased the first toy slowly into her opening, brought her thighs together a little. We could clearly hear the buzz from the second item when Mum turned the switch, and Beth gasped quietly as if feeling the sensation herself, when Mum pressed the tip between her thighs, arching up towards it a little. Mum’s fingers squeezed her breasts, then her nipples, and I saw Beth follow suit, touching herself through her t-shirt.

Mum’s pleasure was obviously increasing, and Beth suddenly sat up, pulling her t-shirt off, shedding her jeans. “Help me,” she requested breathily, parting her thighs as she knelt on the rough boards. I wet my fingers, started to touch her while still watching through the grille. “Is she close?” queried Beth.

“I think so,” I judged, as Mum moved the buzzing toy more urgently over and around her most sensitive spot. “Bet I can come when she does,” gasped Beth. “You have to tell me.”

“Soon… oh, nearly there, but she took it away,” I reported. “Now she’s started again… I think she’s, what do you call it, edging?”

Beth took a deep breath. “I can do that too.”

I looked down again. “I think she’s decided that’s enough teasing,” I ventured. “She’s pressing it hard now, I can hear her gasping, oh, now -“

Beth rocked against my fingers, her hands squeezing her breasts and nipples urgently, and – mm – simultaneously with the cry of pleasure from below I heard Beth’s moan of release. “Ohh…”

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It had been an awful year for Pete. His wife of 25 years had passed away from the ‘big C’, his father had also died and he had been made redundant from his work as a financial advisor following the longest recession in a century. The only positive news being that he was fairly financially stable and didn’t really have to work at the present time if he didn’t want to.

He sat in his lounge in his pyjama shorts watching morning television, sweating in the heat of the day and sipping on a glass of water. This was his normal routine. He had no energy to do anything else. His hand slipped down into his shorts and he played with his flaccid cock.

“Might as well have a wank,” he thought. “Nothing else to do.”

He got up and retrieved his laptop. Switching on, he navigated to his favourite porn site and removed his shorts. He noticed that he was getting a bit fat which reflected his lack of any fitness regime. He must do something about that he thought as he grabbed his bottle of lube and rubbed in a generous handful over his cock. He navigated around the porn site considering which film he was going to wank to. He decided on a chubby girl getting fucked by a stud with a huge cock. It was a 25 minute film which started with the girl having to work late at her office. She finished her work and went into her bosses office to give him the work and leave. Her boss looked over the work and congratulated her on her efforts. He offered her a sandwich from the plate he had in front of him and she accepted. Sitting down in front of him, her skirt bunched up around her chubby thighs and he got a flash of her knickers. One thing led to another and he was soon balls deep in the girl fucking her brains out, her clothes abandoned on the carpet. It was a fairly standard film as she gave him a long blow job following which he took her anally and finally came over her ass cheeks. Pete came at the same time, spunking over his stomach and chest. He was quietly impressed by his ability to come that hard at his age. Cleaning himself and tidying up, he turned the laptop off and went upstairs to get dressed. He needed to get some groceries. Locking the house behind him, he went to the local supermarket.

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Donna returned to the house 10 minutes later. She was Pete’s 21 year old daughter and she had been at work but feeling unwell had come home early.

She opened the door.

“Dad I’m home.” No response. She went around the house but couldn’t find him, so she went into the lounge and sat down. The room smelled musky but she laid back on the settee and drifted off to sleep.

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Pete returned 30 minutes later and was surprised when he found his daughter asleep on the settee. She looked a bit flushed and he moved her hair off her face. He was suddenly struck with how much his daughter looked like the girl on the porn video earlier. His daughter was a little on the chubby side and this may have been the reason for her lack of boyfriends over the years. He didn’t think it was her personality as she was always good fun to be with.

Donna stirred and Pete didn’t want to be caught staring at her so he moved into the kitchen to unpack the groceries. He returned to the lounge to see his daughter awake.

“You ok Donna,” he asked. “Why are you home?”

“I didn’t feel well dad,” Donna responded. “I felt hot and achy so my boss sent me home.”

“Any better after your kip?”

“Not really. I think I’m going to bed.” Donna got up and moved towards the door when she suddenly felt dizzy. As she started to faint, Pete caught her around the middle and laid her on the floor. Once she was on the floor, he put her in the recovery position and went to get a cold cloth, which he placed on her head to cool her down. Pete then removed her shoes and raised her legs. He couldn’t resist glancing up her skirt as he did so, seeing her knickers covered by her tights. Another flashback to the porn video, this time as the girl was being anally fucked by the man on the screen.

Donna stirred again, opening her eyes and looking at her father.

“You ok Donna?”

“I’m burning hot dad.”

“You’ve just got a fever love, there’s plenty of it going round. Here let me help you get that jumper off.” Pete helped Donna out of her jumper, then he sat her up and placed his arm round her. “Do you feel able to get upstairs to bed yet? I’ll help you.”

“Thanks Dad.” Peter helped Donna get up but she was unsteady on her feet so he put his arm round her, grabbing hold of her left breast in error.

“Sorry Donna. Let’s get you upstairs.” They managed to get upstairs and Donna flung herself on her bed. “You need to get out of those things so you can cool down Donna.”

Donna just lay there.

“Here let me help you.” Pete undid the zip on her skirt and managed with a degree of effort to get it removed. She wore a matching bra and knicker set and her tights. He then peeled down her tights, covered her with a sheet, drew the curtains and left her alone to sleep it off.

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Pete returned to the lounge Mecidiyeköy Escort and tried to busy himself but he kept getting images in his mind of his daughter getting anally fucked in her bosses office.

After an hour he decided to check on Donna. She was fast asleep but during the last hour she had removed the sheet. In addition, she must have woken at some stage as she had removed her bra. Pete stood open mouthed as he stared at his daughters tits, which looked perfect. His cock twitched and he felt disgusted with himself that he was being turned on by the sight of his half naked daughter. Donna was clearly still hot as she was sweating but hopefully the sleep was doing her good. Pete left.

The sight of his daughters tits was still affecting his cock and he put his hand in his trousers to relieve the tension. When his hand touched his helmet, he was surprised to note that it was covered in precum.

His mobile rang and he fished it out of his pocket whilst drying his hand after he had removed it from his pants. Looking at his phone he saw it was from his mother, Karen.

“Hi mum.”

“Hello love, how are you?”

“I’m ok mum. How about you?”

“Oh you know, not bad. I went back to my Wednesday meeting yesterday and it was good to see my old friends again. They were so nice.”

“Yes mum. It will get easier you know.”

“I know love. How’s Donna?”

“Not very well unfortunately. She’s upstairs in bed with a fever.”

“Oh sorry love. Do you want me to come over to look after her?”

“It’s ok mum. I’ll let you know if I need any help.”

They chatted for another 10 minutes about nothing in particular before they said their goodbyes.

Pete stared at the television but couldn’t help but think about his daughter yet again. He put his hand back into his pants and his cock was erect. He played with himself for a while but withdrew when he started to get too excited. He went to make a cup of tea. Always a good reliever of erect cocks is tea!

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Pete went back up to see his daughter ninety minutes later. She was still half naked but looked less flushed. He covered her up with the sheet again and left.

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At 4 o’clock Donna got up, went to the toilet and went back to bed. Hearing the toilet flush Pete went upstairs to check on her.

“How are you feeling Donna?”

“Better thanks Dad. Thanks for looking after me.”

“No problem Donna. Are you hungry?”

“Yes Dad. I’ll come down in a minute.”

“Ok love. I’ll make you some toast.”

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Donna came into the kitchen 5 minutes later. She was wearing her dressing gown and looked a bit better.

“Here you are love, get that down you.”

“Thanks Dad, you’re the best.”

“Your nan was asking about you earlier.”

“How is she?”

“Ok I think.” Pete was trying not to look down the front of her dressing gown, unsuccessfully.

Donna was aware of where her father was looking and was flattered. She knew that he was having a bad time and was not going to make things worse so she decided to let him look. In fact she decided to help him out a bit. “I’m still a bit hot dad.” She fanned her dressing gown so that he got a better view down her front.

Pete almost creamed his pants. His view had changed from the top of his daughters breasts to the whole of her luscious tits again.

He sat down in an effort to hide his boner from his daughter.

Donna smiled to herself, knowing that she was the cause of his discomfort. She felt a bit lightheaded and she allowed her dressing gown to open slightly. Why was she doing this? She didn’t know but it didn’t stop her pussy juices starting to flow. This caused her to get hotter and then to open her dressing gown more.

She knew it had to stop though. She loved her dad more than anyone else and sure, she had had naughty dreams about him but this couldn’t go any further.

Reluctantly she gathered her dressing gown and tied it back together. She ate the toast in silence her mind in a whirl. What would have happened if she had gone further? Would he have fucked her? Or would he have been turned off. The stiffness of his cock had been a giveaway.

Pete was unsure whether he was happy or sad when Donna did her dressing gown up. The view of her breasts was unbelievable but of course it was wrong for him to look. His cock started to subside. It was now safe for him to stand without giving away his excitement. He got up and started to do the dishes.

Donna was still a bit lightheaded. She sat looking at his back and a sadness came over her. She had led him on and then stopped. What should she do?

She stood and moved behind him. Placing her arms around his middle she hugged him tightly.

“Thanks for looking after me today Dad.”

Pete could feel her warm body on his back and his cock twitched again. What the fuck was wrong with him?

A few seconds and Donna slowly moved her hands down, over his belly and Pete was stunned when her fingers rested on his growing cock. As his cock grew, she rubbed gently along the length.

“No Donna…we can’t,” he croaked.

“Sssshhhhh Dad. Please…”

Pete was now very hard and in the excitement of the moment he couldn’t stop his orgasm rising to the surface. He gasped as he exploded in his pants.

Donna knew that he had cum and was amazed at the power she held over him at that time. She moved her hands to the top of his shorts and then down into his pants. She touched his cock which was still semi hard and she rubbed his cum between her fingers, luxuriating in the touch.

Pete spun round to face his daughter. Her dressing gown was fully open and he could see her body fully displayed in front of him. She stared lustfully at him and moved her hand to her mouth where she sucked his cum off. Pete thought that this was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and his cock twitched again. Pete bent down and sucked on one of her tits and it was now Donna’s turn to be in heaven.

As he sucked, he removed his shorts and underwear and then started rubbing his daughters pussy. Her clit was already exposed and she moaned.

Pete was too far gone to stop now and he manoeuvred himself in front of his daughter and started rubbing his helmet over his daughters exposed clit.

Donna opened her legs slightly and Pete moved his cock to rub her pussy lips, backwards and forwards. Stopping at the entrance of her cunt, he thrust forward and managed to get a couple of inches into his daughters willing cunt. Donna lifted her left leg around his thigh to give him more accessibility. His cock went in another couple of inches and he stated thrusting in and out. He knew it was wrong but at that time the only thing that mattered was to fuck Donna.

“Oh Dad, I’ve wanted this to happen for ages. Fuck me harder. Please fuck me whenever you want, however you want, I don’t care, just fuck me. Arghhhhhhhh I’m cumming,” said Donna.

“Wait for me my darling, I’m close,” responded Pete. Unbelievably after cumming a few minutes ago, he was ready to cum again.

Donna came a few seconds before Pete and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air as they came down from their sexual highs.

Pete’s cock slipped out of his daughters cunt, closely followed by his spunk which started to fall down the inside of her thighs.

“Come on Dad,” Donna said. “Follow me.” She took his hand and they went upstairs to his room. Donna removed her dressing gown and then removed the rest of his clothing. “Fuck me again please Dad.”

This time they made love slowly. Having both just orgasmed they were able to last much longer and the act took a couple of hours before each had cum again. They lay on the bed afterwards and cuddled.

“I’m sorry Donna. I don’t know what came over me,” said Pete.

“I think it was my pussy,” joked Donna. “It was inevitable that it would happen one day Dad. I have always loved you and when mum died we were always going to end up fucking. I have no regrets and want it to happen over and over again.”

Pete mulled it over. There was nothing more that he would have liked than to fuck his daughter. Surely it was not strictly legal though. However he made up his mind, “We will have to be very careful particularly when your nan comes to visit.”

“Can I move into your bed permanently?”

“Yes please,” smiled Pete.

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The next few days were amazing for both Pete and Donna. They were largely naked whenever they were in the house together and were at it like rabbits the whole time. It was during these days that Donna made a decision. She wanted to have a baby and she wanted Pete to be the father. ———————————

The next couple of weeks continued to be a fuck-fest for Pete and Donna. They fucked in the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, in the garden, everywhere they could get some time on their own. Pete fucked Donna up her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth and between her tits. She couldn’t get enough of his cock.

One Sunday morning they were in bed after a particularly long fuck, when Pete’s phone rang. It was Karen, his mum.

“Hi mum,” said Pete. “How are you?”

“Oh I’m ok love,” Karen responded. “I get a bit down now and again but I’m trying to get out and about”

Donna was slowly rubbing Pete’s cock and some life was beginning to come back into it.

“Why don’t you come over one day in the week, mum? It’ll be good to see you and you can stay over for a few days.”

“I’d like that Peter,” said his mother. “Perhaps I’ll come over Tuesday”

They chatted some more but Pete was now fully erect and his daughter was licking over his helmet. As he couldn’t concentrate he cut short his conversation with his mum so he could enjoy being sucked off by his daughter.

“Like that dad?” Donna asked between mouthfuls of his cock.

“You bet,” growled Pete. “Keep going.”

It seemed like Donna was a very accomplished cocksucker. She took her time to alternate sucking him then licking along his shaft whilst slowly wanking him the whole time. Donna loved the taste of his cock and his cum. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she got a taste of his cum, having seen the signs of his impending orgasm.

Pete was thrusting in time with her wanking and exploded at the same time as Donna had his cock fully into her mouth. The first splash of cum went straight down her throat with the second and third hitting the roof of her mouth. Donna allowed her dad to come down from his high by only tonguing the underside of his cock as she knew that his helmet would be tender.

Pete’s cock started to lose its hardness and Donna let it slip from her mouth as she swallowed the last of his cum and moved herself back next to her father in the bed.

“I love you dad,” she said.

“I love you too Donna.”

They cuddled for a few minutes in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Pete said, breaking their silence.

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you dad. There is nothing more I want to do than live with you for the rest of my life and I was just thinking about how we could do that,” Donna said. “I would love everyone to know how much I love you. And I would really love you to make me pregnant dad.”

“Wow that is going to be difficult love. How can we get away with that? What will people say?”

“To be honest, fuck everyone else dad. If they can’t see that we love each other then they can fuck right off.” Donna said. She looked at her father. “I’ve stopped taking the pill dad. Will you fuck a baby into me please?”

Pete looked at his daughter through different eyes. He loved her so much and wanted her to be happy. “Fuck it,” he thought. As Donna said, fuck everyone else.

Donna felt Pete’s cock growing and knew she had his decision.

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Karen arrived on Tuesday morning. Pete greeted her with a peck on the cheek and a brief embrace. Karen looked tired and drawn. She looked as if she had lost a bit of weight but she smiled at Pete as he took her bag off her.

“Sit down in the lounge mum and I’ll get you a cup of tea,” said Pete.

“Thanks Love,” said Karen.

“Donna couldn’t get the time off work today mum but she’s looking forward to seeing you later,” Pete called from the kitchen. “She has managed to get the next couple of days off so she said she’ll take us out tomorrow.”

“Oh that’s nice love. I’ll look forward to that.”

Pete made the tea and he spent the next couple of hours chatting to his mother. During the time some colour came back to his mothers face as they discussed their lives since the tragic events of the past year.

“I really hate this heat Pete and there still seems to be no end to it,” said Karen. “I don’t want to do anything.” Karen was fanning herself with a magazine.

“You don’t do yourself any favours though mum, you’re wearing a cardigan over your dress and have thick tights on. It’s the middle of summer!”

“I only wear the cardigan to cover my bingo-wings and I like to cover my legs as well at my age”

“Mum you’re here with us now. You can wear what you want. Just be comfortable.”

“Fair point love,” said Karen removing her cardigan.

They continued chatting, drinking tea and enjoying each others company for another half an hour.

“I’m going to pay a visit,” said Karen. “And I’ll unpack while I’m about it.” She got up and went upstairs. After emptying her bladder, Karen went to the spare bedroom and started unpacking. When she had finished she thought about Pete’s comments about her clothing. She was still feeling hot so she hitched up her dress, put her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and peeled them down her legs. She immediately felt cooler but she went to stand in front of the full length mirror to ensure that she didn’t show too much flesh. She looked herself up and down, noting her curves and that her legs didn’t look bad for a women of her age. On impulse she raised the hem of her skirt towards the top of her thigh and turned round. Shaking her head, she put her slippers on and went back downstairs.

Pete was in the kitchen making dinner.

“Donna will be home soon so I thought I’d start dinner. Pork chops ok with you mum?” he said. He turned round and immediately saw that his mother had removed her tights, noting her bare legs. He turned back to the dinner but got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach which he couldn’t place.

“Sounds lovely. I’ll set the table,” said Karen. She left.

Ten minutes later Donna came through the front door. She kissed her nan and went into the kitchen and kissed her father full on the lips. Pete had to push her away otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself going further with his daughter.

“Go and have your shower. Dinner’s in 5 minutes,” Pete said to his daughter.

Donna left and was down a few minutes later. Her hair was wet from the shower and Pete thought she looked radiant in her silk dressing gown. For a brief moment he envisaged himself grabbing his daughter, stripping her dressing gown from her body and fucking her there and then over the dinner table in front of his mother. However he just dished the dinner up and poured the wine out for them both.

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In response to some gentle pleading I’ve resurrected the next chapter in this series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it even more as the action starts much earlier in the story…

I love playing around with scenarios – imagining something in my mind and then building a story around it. And this story is one of those – I spotted the title of a film on TV the other day and it led my mind to meander and to create some padding of my own – and before long I had a story.

I’ve no idea if you’ll like it – if not, please don’t be too rude; enjoy it for what it is – a lighthearted sex romp all in the family.

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In Chapter One I told you all about our decision to create a Family Calendar as a Christmas present to be sent to our various and many relatives.

It was decided that the six members of our family should all share a month or two each with other family members along with several ‘whole family’ shots while Dad was to be the photographer.

Various ideas were put forward and one in particular stood out – at least among us four children – a nude calendar – cashing in on our parent’s having enjoyed a nudist break; on us having watched our parents fucking in a brief video clip and on our own mutual enjoyment of sexual matters.

I planned to extol the idea to my two sisters, but instead they showed me that they were both well up for the idea, even before I suggested it! And when it came to the photo shoots themselves…wellllllll…!

Anyway, off we go again, although I’ll just mention that if you read Chapter One first, you’ll get up to speed more easily…

And while you’re reading this Chapter, I’ll be busy completing the Chapters to follow…

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Even before we’d all gathered, Dad had been busy setting up his little photographic ‘studio’, draping various coloured sheets over furniture; bringing in some Greek-style ornaments from the garden to become props and even placing vases of flowers here and there. He’d obviously been enjoying himself, even if his ideas were a bit off-beat – and certainly not much in line with our plans!

The two girls began verbally pulling apart his ideas as they stood together surveying the scene.

“Oh Dad – that looks so naff,” said Angie, pouting prettily, “It’ll make me look so old-fashioned.”

“Umm Dad,” said Liz, sliding her voluptuous form around the ‘studio’, “It’s all very pretty but what are we going to do – just stand there holding a vase or something?”

She wriggled herself around so sensually that I almost felt surprised that Dad didn’t jump her on the spot. I was sorely tempted!

“Ahhhh, yes, wondered about that…” said Dad, “Had wondered if we ought to be seen doing something more interesting. Ummmm, what do you suggest then?”

“Angie and I had thought that we don’t really need props, what we need to do is to show that we’re a happy normal loving family, don’t you think?” Liz said.

“What a nice idea!” said Dad as he looked at Mum, who smiled and nodded – she obviously approved.

“So – what then?” asked Dad.

“You said we’d do two people with each shot – one girl and one boy, yeah?” said Liz, “So all we need is the settee and us and perhaps some bits and pieces around us to hide the furniture behind us.”

“That would be easier, I must admit,” said Mum, now joining in, “And I’ll love to be pictured cuddling with my two lads – that would be so lovely.”

“Ok – let’s try it,” said Dad, “So where do we start…best start at the beginning – January, ok?”

“Might as well do that – so what’s the grouping going to be?” asked Angie, “Who’s in January.”

“Actually it’ll be the two boys first up,” said Dad, chuckling as he consulted his paperwork, “Nice bit of beef to warm the cockles of your hearts, eh?”

There was a collective moan of disappointment as Tim and I separated from the crowd and made our way to the stage, although with Dad there, bustling around rearranging things, there was little chance to settle to a pose yet.

But eventually Dad was ready and Tim and I sat down, both of us looking entirely ill at ease. What the hell were we supposed to do – get into a clinch?

“Ummm,” said Mum as she looked on, “This is where we need some props of sorts. Boys – go and get into your outfits.”

Temporarily relieved Tim and I leapt up and dashed off to our rooms, soon reappearing in our outfits, as Mum called them. She’d scoured the on-line party shops and come up with two ‘uniforms’ for us – a pair of torn shorts and a vest for Tim, all complete with a tool belt as originally envisaged and an abbreviated jungle suit for me – very short shorts, long socks and an open shirt, all in camouflage green. I guessed we looked ok, if only in a somewhat dated way…but we’d do for the relatives!

But as we returned to our seat, an animated conversation was going on again.

“But you said we could do nude pictures?” said Liz determinedly, “We’d look so good and I love showing my body off!”

“Not sure we should do that,” muttered Dad, Suadiye Escort unable to look as Liz dropped her skirt, “Hey – what are you doing!”

“Getting ready – why, can’t I?” said Liz, “Can’t we do two sets – one for the relatives and one for us?”

“Could we darling?” asked Mum, her eyes starting to shine excitedly, “What a good idea!”

Liz, having shown her intent, now pulled her tiny skirt back up, but not before we’d all been able to admire her cute lower half, clad only in a soft pink and minute thong that quite honestly covered sod all!

I felt my cock begin to fill out and hoped that he’d behave himself; a forlorn hope indeed.

Come on boys,” said Dad, “Let’s have you; how shall we do it?”

“Let’s pretend to wrestle,” said Tim, desperate to find a solution and Dad was quick to approve.

“Fine, fine, I’ll let you decide how to pose then,” he said.

But how do you get two strong healthy fit blokes to make themselves look as if they were wrestling on a settee; we felt like a pair of homo lemons!

“Hey – if we’re wrestling we’d better change things around a bit,” said Tim, standing up, “Come on – let’s turn the settee over!”

I saw his plan – we were wrestling so the furniture had to look as if we’d been throwing it around or something…so, ignoring Dad, who stood there dumbfounded, we picked up the settee and turned it on its back. We chucked the cushions around and then arranged ourselves draped over the remains of the settee, our arms locked together, our bodies straining as we seemed to fight for position.

“Hey – that’s good!” said Dad as he began to take pictures, “Different – come on Chris, stretch your leg back a bit if you can; Tim, bend your arm more; show off those muscles!”

We posed in various positions, doing our best to look as if we were having fun despite our ‘fighting’ until, as we glanced towards the camera, there behind Dad was Angie, busy stripping down, her nurses’ uniform on the chair beside her! Dad hadn’t seen her but we could – her sylph-like figure simply captivating; her breasts, supported on rather than contained within her little bra looked almost childlike; her cute bubble bum wobbled enticingly as she moved showing that she too was wearing a thong that clearly revealed that she’d shaved.

“Concentrate!” said Dad as he worked at the camera, but we couldn’t.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I heard Tim mouth right by my ear, “She looks fuckin’ hot!”

“Bloody right she does,” I replied, “Puts you right off your work!”

“I’m getting hard!” said Tim suddenly, “Oh fuck – I’m getting hard!”

“Oh shit – don’t you start,” I moaned, “You’ll set me off!”

And sure enough I too could feel things happening down there and it was just as well that Dad chose that moment to end the shoot.

“Ok lads, all done!” he said, “Well done…um, could you put the settee back please?”

Eager to have something to take our minds off Angie, who by now was in her outfit, Tim and I put the settee back in place and tidied up, then joined the small crowd away from the set.

Liz slid up beside me, her arse rubbing hard against my front.

“I saw that,” she said, “Wish Dad had kept you there a bit longer! We could see the tip of Tim’s cock below his shorts – it was going to get really, really interesting in a few moments!”

I looked towards Tim and saw that Angie was in much the same position as Liz but in front of Tim and she was talking to him over her shoulder. And what was more, her hand was behind her back between them!

I nudged Liz and pointed it out to her – she chuckled quietly.

“Dad had better get a move on!” she said, “This place is going to be like a brothel soon, if we’re not careful!”

We had a few moments peace and then Dad called us again.

“February – this time it’s Chris with Liz,” he said waving us onto the set.

“Make yourselves comfy; I want you really close, so I can do portraits later if I decide to,” he continued, “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Having spoken he turned away and went to consult with Mum, leaving Liz and I to settle ourselves; a fateful decision!

“Get in the middle,” said Liz, “I’m going to sit on your lap like a good secretary should!”

My cock was already half hard and I felt movement down there as her words sank in, even if I didn’t have a whole lot of time to consider the problem.

Not much time because no sooner had I sat down than Liz came and backed onto my lap, her hand proceeding her.

“Thought I’d find it!” she said quietly, “Thought you were getting hard too!”

“Let go!” I moaned, feeling my cock stiffen in her fingers, “Dad will see everything!”

“No he won’t,” said Liz as her nimble fingers made short work of my fly, “Just sit still – leave it to me!

Aghast I felt her hand on my penis and in seconds cooler air on my knob told me she’d dragged him out into the open! But seconds later and he was bathed in warmth again as Liz sat down on top of him.

My poor cock crumpled under her Escort Suadiye weight, but Liz hadn’t finished.

“Hang on, just getting organised,” she said softly, wriggling her rump around, “Ah, that’s better!”

I felt her hand moving between us and then a sudden release of pressure as my cock was freed to stretch out again…straight up her hole!

“Oooooh God yessssss,” Liz moaned as I sat there motionless, my penis now entirely embedded in my sister’s twat, “Said I’d have you Chris – now I’ve got you!”

I was about to reply, although I can’t remember what I was going to say when Dad returned to his camera, a smile on his face.

“Good, good, that looks nice and friendly, thanks kids, you ready then?” he said as he concentrated on the camera settings, “That’s nice!”

“Mmmmm, this IS nice!” hummed Liz as her pussy squirmed around, squeezing my cock rhythmically.

“Can you get any closer?” said Dad and Liz groaned.

“Not really Dad,” she said, wincing softly, “I think Chris and I are about as close as we can get!”

I was right up inside her now, my cock jerking as Liz squeezed him with her vaginal muscles.

“Never mind; how about you turn side on a bit?” asked Dad and Liz was quick to comply.

I felt the walls of her vagina sliding around on my cock, sending lovely messages to my mind; my mind which was almost panicking about Dad finding out and yet simply loving what was being done down below!

“Are you comfy?” asked Dad and we both hummed our reply.

“Could you lean back – Liz rest yourself on Chris’s chest and look over your shoulder into his eyes,” Dad requested, “Let me see the love!”

“Not a problem Dad!” said Liz happily and she leaned backwards, her lovely vagina sliding around on my erection; her juicy hole letting us move easily.

I felt Liz’s hole tightening around my cock as she moved and she moaned softly to me.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” she said, “I’m getting close; so close…can’t cum while Dad’s there!”

Then suddenly there was relief for her as Dad swore lightly and held up his hand.

“Hang on! My bloody memory card’s full – should have cleared it before we started; silly me,” he said, “Won’t be long while I go and unload it…”

“I’ll get another cuppa while you’re busy,” said Mum and she headed off to the kitchen.

And as Mum and Dad turned and walked away, so Liz’s body began to quiver and shake; her hot pussy squeezing and sucking at my cock energetically and suddenly she seized up, her hole clamping hard on my urgent penis.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she moaned, biting my ear lightly, “Fuckin’ cumming – oh God! That’s so good!”

Liz was now panting and jerking wildly on my penis – a sight not lost on Angie and Tim!

Tim was standing there with his mouth wide open as Liz and I fucked; Angie on the other hand, standing beside him had one hand up her short uniform skirt and judging from the way she was bending and squirming, she was very busy bringing herself off.

And then she was suddenly all over Tim, her hands busy at his groin, her lips busy at his mouth.

“Oh Tim, you’re going to let me, aren’t you?” we heard her moan, “I need a fuck – a fucking good one!”

Poor Tim was gobsmacked; yes, he was as hot-blooded as the rest of us but he’d been taken aback by the action and he was having trouble taking it all in. But his options were quickly running out as we saw Angie’s hand extract his penis; his almost entirely stiff penis stretching out from his fly, Angie’s hand at once sliding up and down his shaft.

“He’s bigger than you,” breathed Liz as she continued to squirm on top of me, “Inch or more I’d guess.”

Then she squirmed around and kissed me, offering me her forgiveness.

“Don’t let it worry you – I love your cock, it fits me so nicely,” she said, still squirming, “Ohhhh God, I wonder if I’m going to cum again?”

Angie was wanking Tim vigorously now; her spare hand still up under her skirt – until with a quick flurry of activity she shoved Tim’s cock back and stood upright in front of Tim, her hands smoothing her uniform. Mum and Dad were coming back and even Liz managed to sit still, but we were in trouble, I could tell.

Mum’s nose was crinkling and her head was turning around until she focussed on us. She walked up and sat beside us on the settee, her nose now working overtime.

“There’s an incredible smell of sex around here,” she said, her arse squirming on the settee, “And it’s coming from over here, isn’t it?”

Liz and I both shook our heads but Mum wasn’t convinced at all; then she looked up at Dad.

“Darling,” she said, “Have you finished with these two?”

“Think I’ve got enough actually,” he replied, “Why?”

“I think they’ve had enough – give them a break,” said Mum and with that she patted Liz on her thigh.

“Come on – up you get,” she said, “Go and have a cuppa or something.”

Liz looked at me, knowing that we’d been caught but there wasn’t a whole lot we could do now. Slowly she Suadiye Escort Bayan lifted off me and as she did so my erection plopped out and stood there, all glistening with her juices and glowing with heat.

“Don’t get mad Mum,” said Liz, “We couldn’t help it!”

Ok – it was a feeble story but it gained her enough time to pull her thong back into place as Mum took in the scene.

“Oh Jesus!” moaned Mum quietly, “What on earth have you two been doing? You lucky sods; and I didn’t even know you were at it! God, just look at his lovely cock!”

It was at that moment that I realised that Mum was far from pissed off – instead she was very clearly aroused and excited.

“For God’s sake, we can’t let your Dad see you like that!” she said to me, “Liz, shield me – hang on…”

With that Mum stood up, turned round, flipped up her gym skirt and reached down to grasp my cock. Moments later she sat down heavily onto my lap and my cock, with just a little catch on her flesh and her knickers, slid straight up inside her just as it had done to Liz!

“Muuuuum!” said Liz quietly, “What are you up to?”

“I’m hiding him,” she said to Liz, “Stay here for a mo.”

Seconds later and she’d arranged herself tidily on my lap, her arm around my neck and was calling for Dad’s attention.

“Jim darling,” she said, “Take some of us together please. I know we’re not scheduled to be together but I thought that while you’ve got the camera going, it would be nice to have some of me with each of the boys.”

“Great idea,” said Dad enthusiastically, “They’ll come in handy if we don’t like some of the other photos. Are you comfy then?”

“Mmmmmm – very,” said Mum, her hips moving lasciviously and slowly, her hole moving with much more energy, sucking and caressing my cock.

“Ok – just hold it there for a while; I want to change some settings on the camera,” said Dad as he twiddled around.

And Mum was twiddling around too, her pussy now working hard on my cock, really getting into it in a big way.

“Ooooh darling,” she moaned quietly to me, “I can’t keep still, stop jerking your cock will you!”

“I can’t help it,” I replied feeling my cock jump as her pussy squeezed him one more time, “You’re making me do it!”

“Wish you wouldn’t!” she moaned again, “I’m getting close – it’s so exciting!”

Mum was definitely getting quite warm as she sat on my lap and the scent of hot pussy was rising around us erotically.

“Whatever happened to start all this off?” asked Mum.

“Dunno,” I said, “Angie changed into her outfit and I got all excited and then Liz came and sat on me and she was excited too and suddenly…”

“Oooooh don’t tell me darling,” said Mum, her hips working harder now, “You couldn’t stop could you – like I can’t…!”

“It just sort of slid inside her,” I said, “Liz was so wet…”

“Just like I am!” moaned Mum, “Oh God – hold still – got to get rid of Dad for a minute!”

“Why, can’t you just sit there for a bit,” I said, enjoying Mum’s pussy around my cock but she shook her head.

“Can’t,” she said, “I’m going to cum very soon if I’m not careful…it’s getting close now…!”

Her pussy was now rhythmically squeezing and sucking at me, her internal muscles now working flat out to excite me and I too was starting to feel that things were getting out of control.

“Better stop that Mum,” I said as my cock jumped wildly inside her, “It’s going to get messy if you’re not careful!”

“You’re not, are you?” moaned Mum, her eyes opening wide, “No, you can’t; I’m not…oooooohhhhh fuck…here I cum…oh God, I’m holding it…! I think I’m gonna cum now…nearly, nearly! Oh God – I’ve got to hold it…”

“Yeahhhh, like that look – hold it!” said Dad, “Nice shot there!”

Mum just about had presence of mind to speak to her husband.

“Darling,” she said, her voice and even her body all quivery, “Go and get some pillows; they’ll make us more comfy on the settee. Hurry up would you please darling!”

“Of course sweetheart,” he said placidly, “One more shot – there, that’ll do…won’t be long.”

And he was off down the hall…

“Long enough,” panted Mum, much relieved, her arse bouncing violently on my lap, “Long enough for me to…!”

“Ahhhhhh, and me!” I moaned as I felt a pulse of cum rapidly rising, “Here it cums Mum!”

“Don’t cum – oh God, you’ll have to!” she cried, her pussy fluttering excitedly around my throbbing cock, “Can’t stop now – cum, cum, please!”

And I was flooding inside her – frantic pumps of cum were filling her hot wet slippery excited vagina to the brim. I felt a thick wave of spunk slide back down my shaft as her pussy filled and overfilled; as her pussy convulsed and squirmed; as Mum climaxed and shook and collapsed.

But not for long…quickly she pushed herself upwards, a splash of sticky sperm falling back into my lap as she did so.

“Quick darling,” she said, “Get up – go and clean up; change, anything.”

I was up and off the settee in seconds, shoving my wet penis back into my shorts as I moved, just in time as Dad reappeared, his view impeded by his armful of pillows.

“Must have a leak,” I said as I headed off down the hall, “Won’t be long.”

“It’s ok Chris,” said Dad, “No rush – I’ve done with you for now thanks. Take a break.”

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This story is the third of a multi-part series. Each story examines the experience from the viewpoint of a different character. Although not essential, I think you will enjoy them better if you read this one after reading the first and second stories in the series because there is a plot spoiler in this segment. And as always, comments are very welcome. Thanks for reading.

“My mom is totally fucked up. Totally. Fucked. Up!”

Dr. Marc Scarpelli was glad to hear it. Finally, after two sessions of stony silence, his patient was beginning to break down. “Why do you say that, Annie?”

“She put me in here for no good reason, for one.”

“I was told you were found several miles from your home wandering naked down a dirt road in a dissociative state. Your mother thought it was caused by drug use.” Would she confirm or deny?

“I don’t take a lot of drugs.” The girl looked at the floor as she said this. Evasive, he observed, but not a complete denial. The light beach robe she wore, monogrammed with overlapping Cs, was belted tightly. Her arms were crossed over her breasts. On her feet hung lime-green flip-flops. The rigid posture was to be expected.

“I know it’s hard to be here against your will, Annie. I want to get you out as soon as possible, but I would like to understand what happened that got you to the treatment center.” Dr Scarpelli had no reasonable expectation that he could earn her trust without patience. Most spoiled children of the wealthy were armored against it and he was her father’s age, a likely vector of transference of the emotions of her childhood. Thus, he reasoned, it would be a very delicate dance he would lead to help her find her psychological injury. Not that he really relished the process. One rich brat is much like the last and he’d seen hundreds of them.

“I don’t know why the fuck I’m here, I said. ” She pouted and fell silent again.

As he waited, silent himself, providing an uncomfortable void for her to fill, his thoughts drifted to the notes in his lap that he was writing for the blurb the publisher had asked him to provide to his employer’s latest book, “My Good Fortune: How Wealth Will Make Me a Better Person”. What a crock of shit. Providing discreet psychological services to the rich and famous involved some bizarre marketing. But he couldn’t disappoint. It was the charm and persuasiveness of his boss, Dr. Taylor Sandridge, that kept him in Mercedes and Ferragamo. Being on staff at Crosswinds Center had its perks, but he was beginning to suspect his actual skill as a psychotherapist was less clinically sound that he liked to think. He hadn’t published in the 15 years since graduate school.

“According to your mother the pants you weren’t wearing had a few Poppers, some Ludes and a couple of Yellow Jackets in a baggie in the pocket. She’s concerned for you.”

Annie sat up straight, knees tight together, looked him fiercely in the eye and said, “Fuck my mother!”

He’d seen her mother, of course. She was the wife of Virginia Senator Clarke and was a public figure herself, at least during political campaigns. She was a well-known society grande dame; a patronness of good causes and damned good looking. He would consider fucking her if it wasn’t extremely unprofessional. As a trained therapist he could allow himself those thoughts without guilt; he knew he wouldn’t act on them. Mother and daughter looked remarkably alike, he was surprised to learn when Annie was first shown into his office on Monday afternoon for her fist silent session. He’d observed her closely as she sat clenched on the couch opposite him, fuming at her confinement.

She flashed the same bright red hair and scattering of freckles that her mother had, and the same green eyes. Her figure was trim, her skin clear as he’d come to expect of the children of the wealthy. He’d read of her mother’s success in the horse world and wondered if Annie’s fitness was real or artificial; was she fit from actual work or from gym-rat workouts, from incipient anorexia or bulimia? Her fingernails, short and square-cut, suggested the former. Wearing the center’s regulation robe prevented him assessing any character traits from her clothing. He found that a handicap. He looked closely at her for clues, nonetheless.

“And fuck you, too!” her outburst brought him back to the present and snapped his gaze from her toned calves to her green and angry eyes. He shouldn’t let his mind wander like that. He was making the job harder for himself.

“Can you tell me about the drugs, Annie? The ones you don’t take much of.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. My mother hired you to make sure I don’t embarrass her or The Senator. I’ll just wait until she decides she’s spent too much on your fucking ‘treatment’ and lets me go back to school.” She stared at the floor again, tears welling in her eyes, like a sullen child rather than the 18-year-old college girl that she was. This kind of regression was a good thing. It gave him some leverage.

“That’s true, Sultançiftliği Escort Annie,” he said gently, leaning forward, “you don’t have to explain anything to me. And your mom could make the decision to send you back to school irrespective of your progress here.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye while he waited, a practiced, benign smile on his lips. Now was the time to be the understanding, compassionate father. “Let the transference begin!” he thought.

“What does your father think of all of this?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

She sniffled, “He probably doesn’t even know where I am…”

“That’s a sad thought. I suppose he’s always very busy in Washington, isn’t he?”

“My god-damned mother probably hasn’t even told him, yet.” She wiped her nose on the bathrobe sleeve. Marc pulled a tissue from the always-present box and held it out to her. Evening sun gave the room an orange glow, which he couldn’t help but notice nicely complemented her pale complexion, especially the freckles. He was a sucker for freckles.

Holding the tissue to her nose she said, “Mom just wants to clean this mess up quietly before bothering him with it. She’s very protective of his career.”

“How do you feel about that?”

She snorted, “”How do you feel about that?” What is this, therapy 101? She’s right. It’s nothing anyway, so I’m just as glad he doesn’t know.”

“I think I would feel sad. If I were a father I’d want to know if my daughter were in trouble.”

At this she burst into tears again, huddled in the corner of the couch. Marc stood, set down his notepad and moved to sit beside her. She stiffened as he put one strong, fatherly arm around her and said, “Annie, I know you’re hurting. I know you don’t trust me and you are angry at the world right now. I can also see that there is more to this situation than your mother suspects. Think of it this way: she’s paying the Center for damage control. Fair enough. But I’m here to help you. I don’t care who is paying whom for what. I’m your doctor. What you say to me is confidential. Why don’t you get everything you can out of this on your mother’s dime?”

Slowly, her sobs quieted. But she kept her face in her hands. He hoped she was considering his offer. As he waited the first notes of Boccherini’s Minuetto Con Grazia began playing, marking the end of the session. He gently disengaged with Annie and returned to his chair.

“Annie, what is said between us is protected by the shield of Doctor-patient confidentiality. I won’t be saying anything to your mother or father unless you OK it. It’s my work to help you feel better and that is only between me and you.”

The girl slowly rose from the couch and without looking at him walked from the room. She closed the door with a click behind her and he was left to wonder if she’d take him up on it. A staff nurse would be waiting outside to make sure she got safely back to her room.

She was his last client of the day. He scribbled some quick notes and locked his pad in the desk drawer, visited the adjoining bathroom to pee then and also left the consultation room. One reason he’d languished professionally here at Crosswinds was the sweet location, another perk of working for the wealthy. The center was hidden on one of the most private enclaves of the families of power and privilege on the East Coast. Figure Eight Island, off the coast of North Carolina, was accessible only by a private drawbridge and even though multi-million dollar beach houses lined its exquisitely manicured dunes cheek-by-jowl the place was almost always nearly empty. Dr. Sandridge had set up shop in a large stucco and weathered wood structure that any normal person would consider a mansion and very discreetly treated his clientele right in their own back yard.

So Doctor Marc Scarpelli lived like a playboy earning a very comfortable living by the sand and the waves while just sitting on his ass listening to the complaints of an endless string of whining plutocrats and their progeny. Money didn’t buy sanity; it actually allowed the rich to keep it at bay longer. And Freud was right. The treatment didn’t work if the client didn’t pay for it. These folks were paying plenty so they really thought they were getting world-class treatment. They were rich, not smart.

Passing through the staff wing he poked his head in the office of the old, gay research assistant for an update on Annie’s background. Crosswinds kept ahead of its clients by having world-class dossiers on them made up as quickly as possible after intake. For some, they had documentation even before they were admitted – it was a valuable overhead investment. Many celebrities were so prominently in the news that it wasn’t too hard to predict that they would show up at Crosswinds as their personal lives so publicly disintegrated.

Coleman, the researcher, was a professional fanboy (aging but fabulous!) and so his interest in all things in the celebrity sphere made him very Escort Sultançiftliği good at his job. He clearly loved it as he gathered as much public and private information on the clientele as possible. Marc asked with confidence for the file on The Senators’ family.

“Right here, Dr. Scarpelli,” smiled Coleman primly, slipping the folder over his desk. He spent his days ferreting in a windowless room where, pale and mole-like, he burrowed happily into other people’s lives even while the surf and sun sparkled outside. Scarpelli knew he didn’t have a partner and so understood that other people’s lives substituted for his own quite well. His life was a fantasy of glamour and acclaim, wealth and comfort lived out in a box.

Even his taste in wall art revealed the escapist nature of his existence. A Thomas Kinkade painting of a mill by a pond in a wood hung behind him.

“Coleman, I’m all for gay marriage, but there really ought to be a law against Thomas Kinkade,” he teased. Waving the file he asked, “Any problems with this one?”

“I think you’ll find the mother’s history particularly interesting…” suggested Coleman, carefully modulating his avid interest and his nominal professional detachment. It was clear he loved digging up dirt.

Marc left with a nod to the researcher and, putting the folder in his briefcase, stepped out into the late evening dimness. The sun had just set and the arc of the sky blazed with orange, violet and red tinged clouds. In the shadows the heat of the day had just begun to seep out of thick air now stirred by the offshore breeze.

He hopped in his C-class convertible and rolled over the bridge, down the marsh-lined causeway and past the security booth for a nightcap. On the drive into Wilmington on 17, passing the squalid tourist areas with their litter of gas stations, miniature golf courses, motels, tattoo parlors, pawn shops and surfboard-decorated restaurants shouting out in neon, he thought again about Annie.

Normally he would put his work out of this mind when leaving Crosswinds but something about the damaged girl tugged at him. Perhaps his compassion was roused by the thought that she could be his own daughter. Or maybe, knowing the loathsome conservative views of her Senator father, he had more sympathy. At any rate her image and that of her intriguing mother made equations in his head as he pulled up to the Rusty Nail and went into its dark embrace for a beer and some decent live jazz. In a backwater like this he had to get his cultural needs met where he could and he’d become a regular. He was guilty of trading a few stories of his clients for a free drink or two or some female company. He considered it a minor compensation for the stresses of his job – a healthy adjustment.

Contrary to his usual habit of getting quietly drunk he read the Clarke file over a couple of beers. What he learned gave him ideas. Some of them were highly unprofessional.

The next morning brought another blue-skied and breezy day to Crosswinds. Most clients at the center, so exclusive that it only accommodated six at one time, spent the morning in educational sessions one-on-one with staff selected to address their specific needs. For Annie it was drug-awareness talks with a recovering addict-turned-therapist followed by exercise and several hours of lying on the sand, her minder nearby. The food was every bit as exclusive as she was accustomed to; French-trained chefs prepared all three meals. This was not a boot camp, but meant to be a familiar and safe haven. On the surface it was just like a vacation except for her enforced residence at the Center and the interminable sessions with Dr. Scarpelli.

She dreaded her meetings with him. She missed the depressants, too. You’d think lying on the beach surrounded by vacation homes would allow her to forget about the world, but for her the real world was creeping steadily and menacingly back in. She couldn’t remember what had happened the prior weekend before she’d found herself wrapped in a blanket in the back of a Virginia State Police sedan speeding south on I-95.

She recalled riding Gantry up the trail behind her mother in the morning sun, dreading what would likely be a day of forced intimacy. She knew her mom had a heart-to-heart talk planned before she went back to Hollins and she hated the idea. The Ludes were meant to make it bearable.

There was a big blank between that scene and the backseat of the cruiser on Sunday night. It scared her. If she let her mind drift toward that missing time she caught flashes of a young black man with no shirt on who looked, bizarrely, like President Obama. That couldn’t be real, could it? OK, she voted for, even secretly campaigned for, Obama so probably she’d had some kind of drug trip or something.

Her fear of knowing and terror of not knowing kept her stuck. She just wanted to go home or someplace safer. But as the week slipped by in infuriatingly boring drug education lectures, phony group confession Sultançiftliği Escort Bayan sessions and aimless waiting she realized that no place was safer. She couldn’t face her mom without knowing what happened. She was about to crawl out of her skin.

When she had awoken in the cruiser she had heard her mother in the front seat talking to the trooper driving but couldn’t make out what was said. It was clear she was in trouble and mother was furious.

Her mother looked relieved but no less angry when she said she couldn’t remember the last 36 hours but then she’d dragged her to this laughably phony drug treatment place and left her here. Mother gave her a smothering hug and a kiss on the forehead before tearing off with the trooper to do damage control back home. Annie understood she was in deep shit and to keep her mouth shut at the risk of destroying her mother’s life. Bad publicity was the boogey man and public shame was the death he would inflict on the family. Her mother’s fears had become her own.

Her mother’s last words to her on leaving were, “Do not say anything to anyone about what happened Saturday night, no matter what.” The fierce intensity in her eyes was the scariest thing she’d ever seen.

Dr Scarpelli’s argument began to make sense to her as she curled in the pain of her uncertainty. She was half afraid but half eager to open up to him in today’s session. Annie needed to know just what she was in trouble for.

“My mom is overbearing and demanding and never wrong and manipulative as hell. I wish I had some sisters and brothers for her to dissipate it all on but I’m her only one, so… I thought going to college would get me out of her orbit, but hell no!” Five minutes into the session she’d looked into his kind eyes and it had all begun spilling out. This is what he’d been waiting for.

First came the resentment and anger of an over-protected child, then the tears and fears and vulnerability. He sat across from her letting her drain the wound, gently encouraging her to begin to process years of what was essentially stunted growth. Her mother had made a bonsai of her. Annie was twisted by the force of her mother’s personality. Not an unusual story, really. She used the drugs to hide herself, to give herself a sanctuary, was his assessment.

He thought it was a shame that he would not be able to help her all the way through her awakening. Such was the nature of treatment at Crosswinds. They applied very expensive bandaids here.

Still, he felt great compassion for the girl. She was relaxed now and slumped on the couch, still talking, although more subdued.

“So, you were riding your horses up the mountain behind your farm?” he probed.

The girl went quiet. She stared into the middle-distance as if seeing the scene. “We were hot and we were riding to the pools. She was going to grill me about everything. She thinks I’m unhappy when I don’t talk to her. She doesn’t understand why our conversations are so pointless. I spend all my time evading her until she wears me down. I lie to satisfy her. I told her I was a lesbian and she loved it!”

“I know it’s hard to love someone and loathe them at the same time. Its normal, Annie,” He’d walked many an adolescent through this minefield.

She continued, “We were skinny-dipping and talking about my “love life”. It’s none of her fucking business, the fucking whore. She fucks the stablemen, you know?” Now they were getting somewhere. He could list the complexes. Although his own lizard brain was engaged imagining the mother in flagrante dilecto with a sweaty farmworker he let those thoughts run on a separate track. He wasn’t one to repress, though he was trained not to express. At least not with a patient.

“You skinny-dip with your mom?” he couldn’t help but ask. It was clinically important information.

“What, you think that’s sick? She’s the sick one, not me.” As Annie relaxed she slumped further down in the cushions, her arms lying limply at her sides. The Crosswinds beach robe slipped aside, revealing the light yellow bikini she’d been issued at intake. She filled its cups nicely…

“I think you’re right, Annie, no mother should force their daughter to be naked with them. Frankly, I see the situation you are in and I’m so sorry you’ve had to live this way. May I explain how this looks from a therapeutic perspective?” Marc was trading trust for trust. If he let her in on his thinking she would be more likely to let him in to hers. He wanted to find out just how into the drugs she was. It was his only hope of affecting a change in her because he would tailor his treatment recommendation to her degree of addiction. He sensed he was beginning to actually care about this one.

Still staring she murmured, “Ok, whatever.” Her knees had begun to part. Marc’s eyes were drawn to the mound at her crotch. The yellow cotton hugged her woman parts tightly, showing a slight seam where she was naturally parted. His own pants got a little tight.

Marc cleared his throat, “Annie, in my field we study the family as a dynamic entity. That is, no person in the family behaves in isolation. What you do is affected by what each other person does. When dysfunction occurs it is not unusual for one family member to become what we call the ‘identified patient’, but really the entire family needs help. Do you see what I mean?”

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I stared up at the ceiling in the darkness of my room, too anxious to fall asleep. Tomorrow was the last day of college and a mixture of excitement and uneasiness flowed through me. Excitement because I was finally going to be free from that place, those teachers, and the uniform they made us wear. Uneasiness because I had no idea what I was going to do next year, or what my friends would be doing, or if I’d still be with Lauren by this time next year.

I met Lauren in kindergarten. I transferred to her school near the end of the year and we became good friends. We found out shortly after we met that we lived right around the corner from each other, so we used to take the same bus to school. I had guy friends, of course, but Lauren was special. I think I was still too young or immature to “like” her but it felt different, almost better, than hanging out with my guy friends. In my eyes she looked different compared to other girls. Nothing outrageous or anything, but more so that she was like something you’d imagine in your dreams.

You know that thing where you tap someone on one shoulder, and when they looked you’d be on the other side so they wouldn’t see you at first? That became our “thing” and she got me with it every day at recess. When my parents met Lauren they immediately grew fond of her and noticed how sweet and kind she was, even at that young age. Because we had moved quite far from where the rest of our family lived, and we didn’t know anyone in this new town, we became good friends with Lauren’s family. In addition to all the time Lauren and I spent together, our two families would get together from a few times a month for dinner, barbecues in the summer or skating in the winter, stuff like that.

Well all those good times caught up to us, and in the third grade Lauren’s dad had gotten a promotion and the job was on the other side of the country. Perhaps heartbreak is too strong a word to describe what I felt, since we were 9 years old and had no concept of love or dating, but it had still hurt when she left. This was in the early 90’s so we didn’t have cell phones or email to keep in touch, so once she was gone I thought I’d never see her again. We did send letters back and forth, but it wasn’t the same.

That was until college rolled around. I didn’t really date a whole lot, mostly because I was more invested in playing video games with my buds. I had a couple girlfriends in the last year of high school and sporadically in college but nothing serious, mostly because they didn’t get me.

However, on a bright and shiny day midway through the semester, I was outside on the way to my next class and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to my left.

Nothing.

I looked the opposite way and there was this girl standing there with a huge smile on her face. I didn’t recognize her at first.

“Uhhhhhh…?” I managed to say in my state of slight surprise.

“Hey Matt.” she said, still smiling her huge smile.

Something about this girl seemed familiar. I kind of recognized the wavy auburn hair that flowed down her back, but there were streaks of sandy blonde running through it now. She had on a pair of black rimmed glasses, which I later learned were just for show, resting on her her freckle covered nose. And of course the school uniform: a white golf shirt with our school logo sewn into the left breast pocket and a kilt for the girls, which was adorned in the school colors. She looked like some kind of cute pixie girl that shouldn’t even exist in real life.

Then it hit me.

“…Lauren?” I said faintly, almost quiet enough that it made me wonder if I even said it at all or thought it instead. The light breeze in the air was probably more audible.

She hopped forward and hugged me, and immediately I felt like I was back in early grade school when she my best friend. I almost felt like crying, but because of where we were I shut my eyes tight to stop myself and hugged her back. After a moment I pulled back so I could take another look at her.

“We just moved back to town a week ago! My dad was able to take a position here now that he’s one of the higher ups at his company. Mom had to quit her restaurant job though, she loved it there and…”

It felt like time slowed down while Lauren was speaking. I just stared at her as she continued but I wasn’t registering what she was saying past those first two sentences. I was in awe of how beautiful she was. My mom used to tease me because when I was younger I used to say how beautiful Lauren was. Back Şile Escort then I was probably just saying it to be nice, but now it’s like I knew the exact definition of what beautiful was.

I snapped back to reality.

“So do you still live at the same place? We haven’t had a chance to do anything since we moved, maybe we can hang out after class?” she asked.

I didn’t even want to go to class. I wanted to spend the rest of the day staring at her while she told me everything that’s happened since the day she left all those years ago.

“Actually… I’m free now, my next class got cancelled because the teacher couldn’t make it in today.” I lied. “How did you even know I was here?”

Apparently in my state of daydreaming I had missed the part about her mom calling my mom the day after they moved back and decided to “surprise” me. Lauren’s classes didn’t actually start until next week, but instead she came out to surprise me. I still don’t know how they coordinated finding me on campus though.

We ended up going out for a slice of pizza and spent the next few hours catching up. To say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. The flood of emotions I started feeling for Lauren while we sat together again after all these years was going to either kill me or make me do something stupid, I thought. By the end of the night I dropped her off at her new place, which was in the wealthy part of town. We exchanged phone numbers and hugged again before saying goodnight.

It was almost midnight by the time I got home. I had class in the morning, which I immediately thought about ditching just so I could possibly hang out with Lauren again. Just as I was getting to my room I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Lauren asking if I was still awake.

“I just got home! Why do you gotta live so far?!” I replied. As I hit send my heart sank into my stomach. I was suddenly sent back to the heartbreak of my younger self, asking why she had to live so far away.

I was snapped out of my brief state of sorrow with another text message. It was a selfie she took moments before she caught me off guard earlier in the day, winking with her tongue out. I immediately felt better and smiled.

“I still can’t believe you’re back. I missed you so much. God you’re so pretty.” I typed. I thought of hitting send, but I deleted the last sentence before I did. I absolutely did think she was pretty, but I wasn’t sure if I should open up so suddenly.

We texted a bit more before she suddenly stopped replying, which I assumed meant she fell asleep. I rested my head on my pillow and couldn’t believe how great my day turned out.

– –

Eventually I did open up to her and we started dating. Everything was going great between us. As the months went on we got more sexual with each other. We had lots of foreplay and eating Lauren out was probably one of my top two favorite things, second only to her making me cum. She liked to swallow my load but every so often she’d want it on her face or her perky C cup tits. We’d sext every so often, she didn’t quite like it as much as I did though. I really got off on showing her how hard my cock was but she would always reply saying it would be better if she was there with me. She said she wanted to save our first time having sex for a special night, and that would be the night of graduation. A bunch of her friends were staying in a block of hotel rooms to celebrate and I guess I’d be staying at the same hotel waiting for her to get away from the party.

All was looking good up until a few days before the event when we got a call from my uncle Mike. He had asked if I could come stay with them for a month right after graduation so I could help them with their business while he was busy with his other job away from home, and their regular employee was taking a summer classe. When I was younger I used to love going to Uncle Mike and Aunt Laura’s. They have a huge house with a theater room and even an indoor pool, which I spent a ton of time in. I spent at least a few weeks there every summer when I was younger, up until tenth grade. Obviously now though I was slightly against going because I wanted to stay with Lauren so we could enjoy the summer together. We had planned a few places we wanted to visit, not to mention I was hoping for lots of sexual adventures with her. But my uncle lived about a twelve hour train ride away so I couldn’t even see Lauren on my days off. My dad and uncle Mike made all the arrangements and decided I’d go the Escort Şile weekend after I graduated so I’d at least get some time to enjoy with Lauren and my friends before I had to leave.

Speaking of my friends, they decided that they wanted to have a party on graduation night too. So I guess my plans with Lauren enjoying our special night together will have to be postponed. I’ve been holding back on masturbating so I’d have some saved up for Lauren but now I’m going to have to wait at least one more day. The struggles of being a young horny guy!

The next day aunt Laura sent me a text saying she heard of the arrangement and it will be fun having me stay over again. I feigned my excitement as to not offend her, saying stuff like how long it’s been since I’ve stayed over and how much I miss swimming in the pool every day. We chatted for a bit when I realized I haven’t seen either aunt Laura or uncle Mike in a really long time, not that I expected them to look much different than when I last saw them. What I do remember about aunt Laura was how gorgeous she was. She was very exotic looking, almost like an older Ariana Grande with a hint of Friends-era Jennifer Aniston. I never asked uncle Mike where they met but wherever it was, he was in the right place at the right time that’s for sure. Uncle Mike is the youngest of my mom’s brothers and aunt Laura is only 10 years older than I am. I had a little crush on her when I was younger which is probably part of the reason why I wanted to stay over so much. I also remember that she had an amazing body. Thanks to being a personal trainer she is in fantastic shape, with a nice toned butt and flat tummy. My favorite part though were aunt Laura’s tits. The first time I really noticed them was when I was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair by the pool. Her bathing suit had a low cut that showed off her deep cleavage and huge tits. I was in love with them and I knew that was weird because she was my aunt. She was definitely fuel for some of my masturbation sessions while I stayed there.

Of course that was a long time ago.

– –

Finally the day of graduation arrived. The event itself was lackluster, almost feeling like it could have been held over the phone to save everyone time. The afterparty was fun, basically a scaled down wedding reception except nobody got married. My mind was elsewhere, mostly in regretting saying I’d go to my friend’s party when I really just wanted to do stuff with Lauren. After not jerking off for a week I was backed up and sex was basically all I was thinking about. We sat together and I kept rubbing her leg through her dress under the table. Lauren had amazing legs and I loved her thighs. She kept them well toned by going on a run almost every day. In my various porn searches I came across videos of thigh fucking. It was when the guy would stick his cock between the girl’s thighs just below her pussy, from either the front or behind, and basically go to town. I quickly became a fan and Lauren liked doing it too, as long as she had panties on so I wouldn’t accidentally “slip inside”. I think she could sense my state of arousal because she kept teasing me by giving me a wink every so often. At one point, even though we were sitting right beside each other, she picked up her phone and sent me a text.

“Guess what I’m wearing under this.” she asked.

I looked at her, almost trying to activate some hidden X-ray vision ability I knew I didn’t have. I shrugged and looked back at my phone.

“I dunno, can I have a hint?” I replied.

She smiled and began typing her response.

“I’ll show you later ;)” she answered.

I just about crushed my phone in my hand wishing I did have X-ray vision.

– –

Other than the steamy texts being traded between Lauren and I, the afternoon went on without much excitement. The food wasn’t bad and there was a bit of dancing, but the general vibe was everyone wanted to leave to get to the “real” parties. Lauren and I hung out with our big group of friends for a little bit before heading off to our respective festivities. We gave each other a kiss and I may have copped a feel before one of her friends dragged her to their limo.

“I’ll text you!” she said as she ducked into the car.

“You better!”

I turned to my friends and we all bro’d out before making our way to Chris’ place. He lived in the same part of town as Lauren, aka the rich part, and his parent’s house was enormous. They let us have the party there as long Şile Escort Bayan as we were all “respectable gentlemen”. All of us were good kids, so they weren’t actually expecting us to get into any trouble or anything. Chris basically had the entire basement as his living space, so that’s where the party was. He had a theater room set up with all his various video game consoles hooked up. Most of us hung out in there playing Mario Kart or Street Fighter. A few of the guys had their girlfriends over too, but they got bored and didn’t stay very long. Chris’ dad was cool enough to surprise us with a bit of booze as a celebratory gesture, and I may have gotten a little over confident in how much I could drink without getting wasted.

Every so often I’d whip out my phone to see if Lauren texted me, but she must have been busy doing girly stuff with her friends because she only sent three messages the entire night.

“No biggie” I thought. “Probably watching movies and gossiping.”

As the night was coming to a close I was starting to feel the room spin. I wasn’t much of a drinker but I figured this was a time worth celebrating so I may have gone overboard. I was about to text my dad to see if I could get picked up when one of the other guys who wasn’t drinking was about to leave and offered me a ride. I said my goodbyes to the guys and said we’d talk tomorrow about making plans to do stuff before I had to leave in a week.

I don’t even remember the ride home. One minute I was getting into a car and the next thing I knew I was opening the door to my house. I wasn’t sure if my parents were still up so I tried not to make any noise as I stumbled to my room. I got partially undressed and went to the bathroom wash my face. When I came back I saw my phone’s screen illuminated with a notification. I had to squint because I couldn’t see straight and the bright light was killing my eyes. I lowered the brightness a bit before I looked at the notification.

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I opened the attachment and it took me a second to focus on the picture. My eyebrows raised and I almost dropped my phone. It looked like it was taken in a change room, one with a mirror on opposite walls. Must have been in the bathroom the fancy hotel room they were staying in. In the reflection of one mirror was a very naked Lauren, who had ingeniously positioned the camera so it was blocking her pussy while her other arm hid her tits. Basically it was a shot of her bare midriff with some underboob. In the mirror behind her was the reflection of her ass, which by her pose caused it to stick out a bit almost as if she was saying “come and get it”. I really wanted to go and get it.

I almost swallowed my tongue. A message soon followed the picture.

“So here is what I had on under my dress. What do you think?” she texted.

“Omgggg” was all I could think of and sent it.

I had imagined it was a skimpy set of a bra and panties. Boy was I glad I was wrong. My cock started to wake up and push against the fabric of my boxers. I put my phone down on the bed so I could finish getting undressed. By this time I was fighting to stay conscious and all the blood rushing south wasn’t helping. I was oinly able to get my lower body disrobed while my t-shirt stayed on.

“So what were you hiding under your tux today?” she texted.

I sat back down on the bed my cock bounced. It was so hard it hurt and felt like it was going to explode. I picked up my phone and read her latest message.

“Want to see?” I replied.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I turned on the small lamp beside my bed and opened up the camera app on my phone. I grabbed my cock and started stroking slowly, causing some precum to leak out of the tip. I rubbed it in and just for good measure I spat on my hand and rubbed it all around so my cock was nice and wet. I grabbed the base tightly and tried getting a good angle. During the process I saw a text notification from Lauren.

“Yes please ;)”

I was in a state of excitement, pleasure, dizziness, but mostly fatigue. After what seemed like forever I got a good picture of the wet steel rod in my hand. I fell backwards onto the bed and opened up my photos. I began drifting off and I woke myself up a couple of seconds later so I could complete my task. I scrolled to my dick pic and tapped on it. I selected send via text and while I was scrolling down to Lauren’s contact I dozed off again. A few seconds later I woke up again. I tapped on Lauren and hit send. I fell asleep one more time, dropping my phone at my side.

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My phone buzzed a few minutes later letting me know a text was received but I was out like a light.

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A reply.

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From aunt Laura.

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This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don’t like the juxtaposition. There’s plenty of both, so please don’t read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age.

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A few months later, Janette and her best friend and submissive protégé, Angelina or Angie, had become so close that they visited colleges and universities together and even applied to mostly the same institutions. Janette received early acceptance from Masters College, hardly surprising due to her excellent grades, extracurricular activities, and the fact that her father, Matt, was an alumnus and generous contributor.

However, Angie’s grades and other activities were not as good, and her mother, Justine, had applied for a full scholarship, so Angie’s admission was questionable. Without Justine’s knowledge, Matt had made a sizable, extra donation to the school, while mentioning to the head of the Financial Office that his daughter’s best friend was another applicant.

A month later he spoke with the Dean of Admissions and requested that he personally interview mother and daughter before making a decision. Matt, who’d made discreet inquiries about the Dean’s personal proclivities, informed the Dean of intimate details about this very special pair, sent a number of revealing photos and videos of bondage and submission, and recommended a private interview at the end of the workday.

So at 4:30 pm on a Friday, the pair, carefully dressed, arrived at the Dean’s luxurious office. Justine was impressed by the gorgeous campus: its handsome buildings, rolling lawns and quads, magnificent trees, state-of-the-art facilities and luxurious amenities. The Dean was excited by seeing the two hot beauties in the flesh. Justine looked like she was in her late twenties, as if she was an older sister of Angie. Both exuded sensuality like no mother-daughter pair he’d ever met.

He’d set the thermostat at 80º, so Justine and Angie, with their tight, short-waisted jackets over wispy tight blouses, were uncomfortably hot. Unconsciously, they both sat in their chairs with their legs spread wide, their ankles and heels resting outside the chair legs.

“Let’s have a drink,” he began. “What would you like?”

“I’d like a vodka on the rocks, please, and Angie will have a white wine,” Justine said.

“Good. A vodka for me as well. Angie, would you make them for us?” This was his first test of the girl’s obedience.

“Of course, sir,” the young beauty said, smiling and walking over to the small bar that rested above a mini refrigerator.

While she fixed the drinks, the Dean asked Justine, “I assume you’re pleased with what you’ve seen here at Masters?”

“Oh of course,” Justine said enthusiastically. “The school is wonderful. And thank you for seeing us. You must be so busy.”

“I’m happy to do so for an alumnus as thoughtful and. . . talented as your friend, Matt.” Angie served the drinks. The Dean noticed that she’d made triples for him and her mother. They drank. “You probably know that admission here is practically a guarantee of later success in life, whether a graduate’s path is in business, education, science, medicine, government — whatever. The issue is that Angie’s application is. . . borderline, so the purpose of this interview is to get to know you both more. . . personally.”

They all drank. “Angie, your grades are good but not terrific. And I know that last year, you and your mother moved to Matt’s city and you attended a new school, which is all very disruptive. Are you. . . physically active at all?”

Angie finished her glass. “Yes, Dean, I wasn’t on the soccer, softball or volleyball teams this past year because I was studying so hard, but I’m fit. I work out 5–6 days a week, like Mom. Matt has an incredible exercise room at his house.”

“Hmmm,” he pondered. “Why don’t you refresh your wine?” He watched as the leggy beauty walked to the bar and turned his attention to the perspiring mother. “Justine, you look uncomfortable. Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

She looked at him for several seconds, recalling the previous night, when Matt had given her strict instructions: she and Angie were to cooperate fully with the Dean. Justine had objected, whereupon he’d slapped her tits, spanked her pussy and given her a serious whipping. When he had finished with her, she was kneeling, her body hanging limply from an overhead cord wrapped around her wrists, her pussy lips and tits swollen and dense with fresh, livid marks. “Don’t you understand that your daughter’s future rests on this one interview?” Matt asked. “Do you understand?” She nodded and he roughly face-fucked the semi-conscious sub mother.

Remembering Matt’s warning, Justine slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse for the Dean. “Just as I thought,” the Dean said to himself. The slut wore a sheer, tight white blouse, clearly revealing her big tits and dark, thick nipples straining against the damp fabric. Excited and ashamed about her excitement, Justine took a big swallow of Seyrantepe Escort her vodka.

Angie slowly walked to her chair, sipping her second glass of chilled white wine. “No need to sit,” the Dean said. “Turn around and raise your skirt so I can see how fit you are.”

Angie set her glass down on his desk and swiveled so her back was facing him, extending her legs widely. Gradually, she raised her skirt, exposing firm thighs encased in powder blue stockings. Without prompting, she raised the material till her lacy stocking tops showed, then the bare, smooth, tanned young skin above them, and finally her ass, only partially covered in tight lacy boyshorts. “And the front?” he said.

Angie turned in place, but without lowering her skirt, till she faced him, the skirt rucked at her waist. The lace covering the tight boyshorts ended around her slit, clearly showing her thick heavy labia and the shaved skin around them. “Yes you look fit — and lovely,” the Dean said approvingly, his cock twitching. You can lower your skirt and go wait in the anteroom till I call you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said and left, shutting the door behind her.

~ ~ ~

The Dean turned to Justine. “Another of our traditions here is that the mother of a girl on full scholarship participates in various school activities. For example, during Parents’ Weekend, she assists me by being my companion and host: making parents feel welcome, involving them in conversation, etc. For example, there’s the Friday evening cocktail party and dinner, then the big game on Saturday afternoon, etc.”

“I’d be happy to help. . . in any way that pleases you,” Justine said.

“Good. I think you’d be wonderful. And it helps that you’re a teacher yourself. There are also two, how shall I say. . . private events. After the Friday dinner, the senior, executive administration gathers for late night brandies and planning.” Justine looked at him, perplexed. “The group consists of our president, the board chairman, the dean and myself. Just four of us.”

“And my duties would be?”

“Service. . . That is, you would serve drinks like brandy and port. And,” he added slowly, “make the men. . . comfortable.” His words were fraught with obvious meaning. There was a long silence. “Do you think you could. . . handle that?”

Justine looked back at him, in shock at this brazen proposition. She closed her eyes, reeling dizzily with humiliation, envisioning what the scene might be like. She’d frequently serviced three at a time: her father, brother and uncle, and recently, once Justin was eighteen, her father, brother and him. Very recently she’d been ordered to submit to four and then five: her four family members plus Matt. She could only remember parts of that scene, giving hand jobs to two of them, cocksucking the third while she was DP’d up her ass and in her cunt. But this “private event” gathering would mostly be total strangers. Her eyes downcast to hide her lurid excitement, she asked, “What do they like?”

“Oh, no worries on that account. They have the same tastes as you and I do. And they are generous. . . .”

“How do you mean?”

“If you please them — and I have absolutely no doubt that you will — they tend to express their appreciation in terms of clothes, vacation trips and special opportunities for the hostess’s student child. Special funding, trips, opportunities, connections and so on.”

She said agreeably, “I’ll do my best, Dean. You said there are two events?”

“Yes. Late on Saturday night, there’s a similar meeting, by exclusive invitation, with the year’s four largest donors, men who have contributed a million dollars or more, sometimes much more. These are powerful, demanding men, who are sued to getting what they want.”

“And my responsibilities would be?”

“The same. The difference is that these men tend to be much more generous than the academic group, since the donors are all extremely wealthy. Jewelry, designer couture, first-class round-trip plane tickets to 5-star hotels and resorts. . . .”

“That sounds exciting. Besides serving them drinks, will they expect. . . anything different than the Friday night group?”

“Hmmm. For example, have you ever worn a serving tray?”

Justine was confused. “Umm, I’ve been a waitress and know how to handle a tray.”

He laughed. “No, this is a special wood tray. One side is slightly curved and rests against the abdomen. Leather straps extend from each corner that rests against the belly and the straps tie in the back at the waistline. Along the front edge of the tray are three chains. The middle one is attached to a neck collar. The two chains at the outside tray corners end in clamps that connect to the server’s nipples.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, imagining the nipple pain. “What’s on the tray?”

“Snifters, wine glasses, highballs filled with their drinks.”

“That sounds like it could be quite painful,” she said, picturing her big nipples brutally stretched while the men ogled her torment.

“Well, the tray is small, but yes, it requires Escort Seyrantepe a submissive with a high tolerance to pain.” The Dean imagined the sight of Justine’s long nipples permanently stretched another half-inch. Nervously, she squirmed in her chair. He snapped back from his reverie. “Of course, the more pain you’re willing to bear, the more generous they like to be.”

“I’ll do my best,” she said ingratiatingly.

“That’s the spirit. I think we’ll do some experiments today. I have a couple of ideas that will put your training to the test.”

“Wha–what will you do?”

“Oh, that would spoil the fun. Let’s just say that the first involves suction and the second uses heat.” Justine guessed that he’d suck hard on her nipples for the first and drip hot wax for the second. She would soon learn — the hard way — how utterly wrong she was.

~ ~ ~

He opened the door. “Angie, please come in.” When the girl entered, he added, “Take off your daughter’s jacket.” Justine finished her stiff cocktail, stood behind Angie, unbuttoned the girl’s jacket and pulled it off. He observed that the girl’s tits might be slightly smaller than her mother’s, but the nipples looked as dark and as oversized. Without being asked, Justine undid the skirt and it dropped to the floor.

“Would you like to see her flat stomach and good biceps?” Justine prompted, practically pimping her nubile daughter.

“Yes.” Justine undid the blouse and the Dean saw the cooperative student’s superb tits encased in a matching, powder blue, tight balconette bra, which had no lace around the large, charcoal gray areola and even darker nipples. Still standing behind her daughter, Justine fastened her hands around the girl’s wrists and slowly pulled them behind her back and crossed her hands in the rear till the girl uttered “Ohhh!” from the strain, her tits thrusting outward, the fat nipple stalks straining against the light fabric.

Justine spoke into her submissive daughter’s ear. “Why don’t you show the Dean some of the skills you’ve been learning and practicing?” Justine picked up two thick pillows and placed them on the floor between the nubile slut and the college official. She pushed on the girl’s bare shoulders till Angie was kneeling. The Dean rolled his chair over to the girl. She undid his belt and zipper and pulled out his thick, 7-inch cock.

Angie first began licking the crown, then his balls and finally the entire shaft, slurping noisily and enthusiastically enjoying the cocksucking. This was an expert blowjob. “Strip,” he said to Justine between his groans of pleasure. Justine watched her daughter’s cocksucking while peeling off her own damp blouse and skirt. This was the best b-job he’d ever had, and from an 18-year-old. When he saw Justine clad in her matching charcoal gray lingerie ensemble, the Dean became even harder and bigger in the teen’s mouth.

The two women looked almost alike, but there were clear differences. Instead of a balconette bra, Justine’s bigger and heavier tits rested on a shelf bra, the nipples half visible, the lower half constantly rubbing against the edge of the fabric, keeping them continually engorged. Unlike most big nipples, hers were considerably thicker than a pencil, easily the width of a Sharpie marking pen.

“You really must be a slut to wear a bra like that,” he said. “Have your nipples been stretched to their current size?”

This is how big they’ve always been,” she said shamefacedly, embarrassed about her massive nipples.

She wasn’t wearing boyshorts; she wore bikini panties. But that wasn’t all. Unlike her daughter’s fine, satiny, unblemished skin, the mother’s normally satin skin was covered with dozens of marks. Weals heavily marked her naked tits. The stripes began above her knees and grew wider and closer together on her upper and inner thighs. The Dean wondered if Matt also pussy-whipped her; probably so. Similarly, the welts on her belly grew more livid and frequent as they descended to her shaved mons.

Concerned about satisfying the Dean as much as possible, the debauched mother placed her hands on both sides of her daughter’s glossy black hair and began rhythmically forcing the girl’s head down on the Dean’s prick. He was amazed. The last thought he had before cumming was that a mother was forcing her own daughter to face-fuck him. Since this was the best blowjob he’d ever had, he erupted into the stunning girl’s eager mouth, shooting a dozen lengthy spurts.

Once the Dean had come down, he saw that Angie was flailing her hands, her cheeks bulging obscenely with his load, like a squirrel fully stocked for a long winter. She couldn’t contain it. A long thin stream of cum escaped from the center of her mouth, flowed over her chin and fell to the floor. Here was the hottest high school senior ever, kneeling in front of his dangling dick, and she’d been trained not to swallow without permission. She mewled in panic, desperate for his decision, fearing she’d be punished if any more escaped or if she swallowed. Justine leaned down and slowly licked the jizz off her daughter’s Seyrantepe Escort Bayan chin.

As he stared, more of his cum escaped from the corners of Angie’s mouth and began flowing down her cheeks and splashing onto her tits. The girl became even more alarmed. He looked around for a receptacle, saw his empty cocktail glass and shoved it in front of the panicked girl’s face. She dumped his hot jizz into the glass, which immediately filled to the brim. But she still held more. He set the glass down on the desk, grabbed Justine’s empty glass and Angie gratefully filled it as well, reaching up from the floor to set it back on the desk.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “You may swallow the rest,” he permitted. Gratefully, Angie swallowed several times, relishing the taste of the sweet heavy spunk, only slightly salty, leaving the residue on her thick lips, as she’d been taught. “That was excellent.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled, multiple strands of cum stretching between her thick lips when she spoke. She swallowed the rest of her wine. He turned his attention to the mother, who’d been mashing her tits, pulling her nipples and fingering her slit, her lips coated with the spunk she’d licked from Angie’s face. The gusset of Justine’s panties was soaked. Was she as submissive as the girl? he wondered. She was standing in front of the desk, breathing heavily, her big gray eyes lidded. He realized that the two vodka glasses, situated on the edge of the desk where she was standing, were the same distance apart as her tits.

“Angie, take off your mother’s bra.” The girl happily complied, revealing fresh lurid marks on the underside of Justine’s tits. “Did Matt whip your tits recently?”

Justine nodded, flooding with shame. “Last night, in honor of this interview with you. He knows you like to see. . . markings.”

“I see.”

“Angie, go stand behind your mother. Now hold her wrists firmly behind her.” Justine shook her head, humiliated yet aroused by the degrading scene that was about to happen. Angie, furious with her mother for pushing and forcing her into face-fucking the Dean, roughly yanked Justine’s wrists behind her back. “Ohhh!” Justine cried out from her daughter’s harshness, although her pussy flooded at the humiliation of being manhandled by her daughter in front of this demanding Dom.

First the Dean applied two metal mini-clamps to Justine’s jutting nipples, so the tiny clamps were sticking straight out horizontally, in line with the nipple stalks. He tightened the tiny screws until the jaws compressed into the bulging nipple tips. Justine whipped her head back and forth, exhaling in short bursts as she adjusted to the pain, excited beyond belief to be treated this way, on campus in an office with a total stranger and her forceful daughter.

Then the Dean took a clear nipple pump tube and carefully slid it over a clamped and tortured nipple till the shaft was embedded in a massive charcoal areola almost twice the size of a half dollar. The two women stared, stupefied by the bizarre sight they’d never experienced, Justine on the verge of coming from the nipple torture.

The Dean began pumping as the woman and girl stared in fascination. First the areola was drawn into the clear casing, distorting and elongating. Then the clamped nipple, already almost an inch long, was relentlessly pulled inside and pumped till it was an astonishing 1 ½ inches in length. Close to cumming, Justine’s legs begin scissoring. To support her mother, Angie placed her arms under Justine’s armpits, her thigh wedged between her mother’s legs, saturated by her slutty mother’s wetness, leaning the slut back on her daughter’s heaving, sweat-soaked chest.

The Dean meticulously repeated the operation on Justine’s other nipple and the perverted pain-slut mother came to the brink, grunting loudly as her shoulder blades ground into her daughter’s stiff nipples. Angie sank down into the chair, her knee forcing the slut mother’s legs further apart till the wet labia spread open. The Dean ogled the sight of Justine sprawled on Angie, the whip marks on the mother’s recently whipped tits and belly moving with her heaving breath.

He plunged three fingers between the heavy wet labia and up her cunt, grinding his thumb against the big fat clit. Justine was cumming, bucking like a wild horse in her daughter’s controlling arms. Now that her engorged clit had swollen enough for him, he added another of the tiny clamps to her clit hood, placed a small pump over her clit and hood, and gloated as the clamp and long thick flesh were pulled up the tube and distorted till the clit was an inch long. This time the pain slut yelled, cumming wildly and completely out of control, bouncing so frenziedly on Angie’s lap that the Dean was surprised she didn’t fall onto the floor.

The Dean stripped off his clothes. “Keep holding her,” he said to Angie, who tightened her grip on her sweating, delirious mother. The Dean placed a small footstool in front of the chair and between the women’s legs. He pushed his cock between Justine’s meaty labia, sank it all the way in till the plastic clit pump was bent to the side by his groin, and fucked her hard. The nipple pumps flopped wildly around, bending and twisting the distorted nipples. Justine screamed in ecstasy, swinging around so wildly that it was a struggle for Angie to keep Justine, now crazed with white-hot cumming, lying on top of her.

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You never know a woman

How much do you know your partner?

Even in later years, contrary to popular belief, new things can and do happen. We have been married now for many years, enjoyed each others company, grown together, produced our children and basked in the love of our grandchildren. Without giving too much away, our eldest daughter is thirty five and mother of four boys.

In those years together, we have played, tried many things, with varying degrees of success. Several of those experiences have formed the basis of stories published to the net on many sites, some of them here. (If you cannot find them, just ask me and I will forward the links.)

So to this new experience; I suppose I should allow a brief description to paint the background as it were.

Carol, my wife of thirty seven years, is slightly overweight (she says), is still a good looking woman and, in my view, goes in and out in all the right places. The sight of her naked still raises interest in me and a word or look can produce a night of passion, especially when that look is framed in any one of the several outfits we have bought to play in. I don’t see a woman who is closer to sixty than fifty, I see a woman who remains as sexy as the day I met her.

The advantage of years is that, the frenetic love making of early years has passed. These days, it is a more relaxed and satisfying excursion into nerve ending stimulation. Foreplay can take care of as much as twenty minutes or more depending on our mood. Our irregular sessions can be more than a couple of hours of pleasure in various positions until exhaustion and secretions have run out.

Anyway.

Sunday afternoon, as she was drying the dishes I had washed from our midday meal, she announced, as if it were nothing more than an everyday topic of conversation that she wanted to try a three or more some.

Now, anyone who has read stories of mine that covered our early years, “The Lesson and Role Play” to name two of them, will know that I have a broad mind. But, I have to admit that this turn of events caused me to pause for a second or so. Together, we have watched many porn movies which involved one, two or many participants, but at no time had she mentioned a desire to try the various mixes of sexes. Suddenly, at the tender age of fifty six-ish, she nonchalantly throws this innocuous comment into our everyday conversation, as if it were no more than a casual observation of the weather.

Eventually, after a few seconds of getting my thought processes back into alignment, I asked her what had brought this sudden desire to the fore.

“Well…” She began. “I was chatting with Janice the other day and she told me about a swinging club she and David go to occasionally and I thought that it would be nice perhaps, to try it out with other people, sort of branch out, as it were.”

“So you want to swap partners? Is that it?”

“No, not swap partners, but have a woman or a man come join us here.”

Carol has always said that sex belongs in the home, in the bedroom, between two people, in private and not for general consumption so, having someone visit for the purposes of a sexual encounter is something of a departure from that particular view point, but not so far away as going to a club. There is some logic to it I suppose, it is still in our bedroom after all.

“So, who have you got in mind?” Applying male logic to the situation helped me to arrive at the entirely wrong conclusion that there might be an ulterior motive. Perhaps she fancied the milkman or the postman.

“No one.” She answered. I thought I detected a lack of full information or evasiveness. I am naturally suspicious when confronted with an unfamiliar situation.

“Well, male or female?” I had my preference of course, true to the masculine train of thought.

“Either or both.” She continued wiping the dinner plate with the tea towel, but looked askance at me to gauge my reaction.

“Well how about Janice, she is most likely up for it?” Janice had something of a reputation, living up to the Happy Divorcee myth to the full.

“Hell, no. Janice is a slut and met herself coming back from around the block. She’s had more pricks than a pin cushion. I was thinking of a complete stranger, perhaps a couple off of Anywebcam dot com. I know you visit the site often and chat to several people on there. By the way, it would have been nice if you had asked me first before putting those photos up.”

I must have glanced down or looked guilty in some way because she laughed.

“I want it to be someone neither of us knows and it needs to be someplace else, like one of those Travel Lodges. They couldn’t care less what goes on in their rooms just so long as you pay.” Carol smiled no more than a curl to one side of her mouth in her impish way when she has an idea.

“You’ve thought about this haven’t you?” I would never be one to accuse my wife of having seditious thoughts, but here, from her own lips, was proof that she not only had the thoughts, but also the makings of a plan.

“Some…” She admitted. “…I just kind of wondered what it would be like, having a different man screw me while you watched and perhaps, have me watch you with another woman.”

“So, you don’t want to mess around with the woman then?”

I didn’t say that. I think it might be nice to try. I have wondered once or twice, what it felt like for you when you lick me and I can think of only one way to find out.”

We finished the dishes, put them away and made a cup of tea to take into the lounge. I was thinking, thoughts rapidly running around my head, visual scenarios for Carol’s head between the legs of some strange woman neither of us knew. And, of Carol, kneeling in the doggy position while an Adonis shaped young man rammed into her. The inevitable arousal made its presence known with the suffusion of blood to my organ.

That evening proved to be one of those nights when sex transcends the physical act and spraying my cum all over her clit as she rubbed it furiously was only an act on the way to a fulfilment that culminated in a mutual satiation.

We spoke about this turn of events, chatting and planning on how it might be achieved. We decided against having someone from Anywebcam.com, we couldn’t rely on discretion and that, to Carol, was paramount.

It’s all very well thinking it, but the actuality is not quite so easy. Contrary to popular belief on so many web-sites, people are not just gagging for sex. Standing on street corners or hanging around in bars, just waiting for the opportunity to present its self. And then, there is actually going out on the hunt, as it were. Where does a couple who are more than twenty five go to meet strangers? Carol had already said she was not interested in going to a club. It might have helped, but in some twisted logic, she preferred that the person we hit on was not at a predestined place, purely for the motive of finding a sexual encounter.

I booked us into a Travel Lodge in Southend, thinking that the bars would be quite crowded and we might stand a good chance of hooking up with some one. Well yes, the bars were crowded, Şerifali Escort but everyone was at least half our age and, if they did look our way, only saw two old people dressed in clothes way too young for them. Perhaps we tried too hard to integrate and meld, perhaps we were too old, but it was obvious that we would not hook up.

Back at the hotel room, after giving up for the night, I fucked her all over the room, starting in the easy chair and finishing on the edge of the bed with my cock in her arse as I pulsed my expend deep into her. Now, that is a rare treat for me. Carol’s arse is something of a shrine, a place to be visited on special occasions only.

We tried again, finding a motel just outside Brighton in Sussex. Brighton is known for its liberal attitudes, has the highest population of gays in the country per capita, but, even with Carol dressed in leather and fishnet stockings, we didn’t raise so much as an eyebrow except from some guy way too drunk to get off the stool he was on, let alone raise a woody.

We had some wild sex in our room later, Carol fired up with the imagination of having a second man in the room and me, playing along with the scenario. The night came to a close as she performed oral on me, sucking my balls dry in front of our web-cam and allowing my cum to dribble past her lips, to fall on her tits in globules. Now that video did make it onto our profile on Anywebcam.com.

“Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea.” She said to me as we cuddled before sleep overcame us and the warm glow of sex slowly dissipated.

“It is a great idea. We’re just not going about it in the right way I think.” I nuzzled her neck and slid down to hold her in an embrace with her bottom in my stomach.

“Perhaps we’re trying too hard.” But how do you try less?

We tried on a couple of occasions, booking into a Travel Lodge or Motel, but were met with the same disappointment. For some reason, it just didn’t happen. I suppose there was a bonus; we travelled England, visiting places we would not have otherwise. Gradually, the idea faded into a fantasy that we played out on occasion to enhance our lovemaking.

September came and went, melding into October, even melting into each other. The weather had been very hot, days and nights only differed by sunlight. Bed clothes were too much to bear.

We attended the wedding of Carol’s boss. The woman had decided to marry a guy some fifteen years her junior, but explained in one of those girly moments, that he had the staying power of a horse and was hung like one too.

Of course, the reception after the ceremony was fuelled with a plenitude of drink and food. She had hired a barn so that she could get enough room for the three hundred guests. A bar had been brought and a band that was surprisingly good, belted out popular songs from a raised dais. It was a great night.

AT about three o’clock in the morning, Carol and I had run out of steam. Neither of us was drunk, but certainly, we were light-headed as we bade our goodbyes and well wishes to the happy couple who were grappling on the dance floor.

We shut the door on the barn, sealing of the sounds of the band and hundreds of people enjoying them selves.

Our pre-arranged cab, that was to take us back to our hotel, wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The night was pitch black, illuminated by stars and a few forlorn lamps that hung on the sides of the timber barn creating halos of dim light.

It was still warm, heat radiated from the ground coming up through the soles of our feet as we waited. We cuddled and looked for the stab of headlamps that would signify the arrival of the car.

I said something about having a quickie in the hayrick while we waited, Carol laughed, a tinkling trill that really meant, nice idea buster, but it isn’t going to happen. We decided to walk down to the gate to the lane where the cab would come from.

The gate stood agape and had someone leaning over the top bar. It was too dark to really see who until we were within touching distance.
The woman was obviously drunk and had thrown up at least once. Carol went to her aid, asking if she was okay and could we do anything to help.

She responded, saying that she was alright, but really wanted to get back to town to her hotel. With Carol’s aide, she managed to stand and wobble around on the uneven ground. Carol was trying to sober her up a little, asking questions in an effort to get the woman’s head into gear. Gradually, and after the removal of some impossibly high heeled shoes, her charge straightened up.

Suddenly, the darkness of the night was split by the twin beams of headlamps on full, scything through the blackness, coming down the lane. Our cab had at last arrived.

Carol had obviously offered to give the hapless woman a lift and helped her into the rear of the car and then followed her in to sit on the back seat. I sat at the front and confirmed to the wordless driver, our destination. Denise, Carol’s new friend, was staying at the same hotel so, that was useful.

Half an hour later, after driving through deserted streets and country lanes, we arrived at the hotel. The cab dropped us at the front and sped away without a word from the driver through out the journey.

Denise couldn’t remember her room number and said her husband had the key, but he had left the reception earlier with a couple of guys who were going to find a bar. Their relationship sounded rocky. We told the night Porter that we would look after the hapless Denise and that he should leave a message for her husband so he would know where she was.

Carol decided that Denise might feel better after a shower; she would certainly smell a lot cleaner out of her stained dress. Regurgitated red wine clings in an acidic pungent way. So the two ladies left me to the coffee maker while they attended to Denise’s plight.

“Can you hand me my robe?” Carol’s disembodied voice came from the bathroom after ten minutes or so.

I grabbed the robe from the closet and handed it through the door while telling her that coffee was made.

A few minutes later, a dishevelled Denise came out of the bathroom, her dark blonde hair plastered in corkscrewed ringlets, dripping onto the robe that she had wrapped around her and clasped at the neck by her hand.

“Thanks.” She said as I handed her a cup. She sipped and winced at the hotness, then walked over to the stool in front of the mirrored dressing table. I could hear Carol in the shower, the sounds of water coming from the open door, faint wisps of steam escaping around the door frame.

“God, I look a mess.” I didn’t know whether I should answer or not so, decided to say nothing.

“Listen, thanks for looking after me. I guess I drank a bit too much after Ron left.”

“No worries.” I glanced up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The robe was open at the neck and gave a tantalising glimpse of creamy flesh and the swell of her breasts. She smiled in the mirror and took a sip of her coffee, closing the vee shaped view of her chest.

I got another robe from the closet and took Escort Şerifali it to the bathroom for Carol who was just getting out of the shower.

“What do you think?” She whispered.

“I think she will be okay after some sleep.” I answered.

“No dummy, what do you think about… you know, the three of us?” I could see the excitement in her eyes at the prospect. “She likes her tits played with and has a huge clit.”

“I thought you two were in here to sober her up not fool around.” Damn! I though, that would have been hot to see.

“So what do you think?” Carol was pushing me toward the door.

Denise was still sitting on the stool, but the robe was now crumpled around her waist, leaving her top half exposed while she appraised herself in the mirror. Her smile left no doubts of her condition. Whatever she and Carol had done in the bathroom had ignited a flame to which she was inexorably drawn.

Carol pushed past me and went to Denise, bending her knees behind her so that their heads were on a level and eyes locked in a silent communication in the mirror. I stood, statue like and watched as Carol kissed Denise’s neck below her ear and slipped her hands around to grasp her breasts. Denise inclined her head, allowing Carol a better access to her neck and covered Carol’s hands with her own over her breasts.

And then, they kissed, a little awkwardly, with the position they were in with Carol behind Denise. Their mouths were clamped together as they readjusted so that Carol was kneeling in front of Denise her breasts held in each hand, nipples pinched between thumb and fore finger.

They stood still joined lip to lip, tongue to tongue. Robes slid off to land at their feet, forgotten. Denise’s arms slipped around Carol’s waist and grasped her buttocks, nails digging into flesh, making small dents and separating her cheeks a little. She pulled Carol to her, their bodies melding into a seamless closeness, breast to breast, hip to hip and mouth to mouth. Carol’s fingers dug in deeply into Carol’s ass cheeks while Carol encircled her neck, locking their mouths together while tongues explored each other.
At a mutually agreed, but silent signal, they fell onto the bed, still clasping each other, still kissing. Carol’s hand, the one not supporting Denise’s head, had managed to find her breast and then her nipple. She squeezed it between thumb and finger, rolling the hard little nub, pulling slightly, arousing it to harden further. Denise sought Carol’s mound. Somehow, she managed to reach down between them without getting in the way of Carol’s busy hand. The first touch made Carol shudder. A finger must have found her clit as they lay side by side.

I sat down on the stool to watch the unfolding events, my cock straining to bust out of my trousers and join in the action.

Carol wriggled down and pushed Denise onto her back. She kissed and sucked her nipple into her mouth which had Denise gasping while her claw like hands pressed into Carols head.

She knelt at Denise’s side, still with her mouth clamped to her breast. Slowly, her free hand began a tantalisingly slow quest for Denise’s mound and sex. Finger tips travelled inexorably downwards, tracing circles over her skin, producing small shivers of increasing excitement as the anticipation of intimate touch became nearer.

From a watching point of view, it was delicious to watch. Although it wasn’t me whose fingers were doing the travelling, I too, could feel the mounting sexual tension between these two women and from my vantage, the view of Denise’s darkly haired snatch, waiting for Carol’s fingers to at last find it, was almost too much to bear.

And then, the lightest of touches to her hood had Denise arching her back and gasping. Her breath became even more ragged as the single finger explored further and hooked slightly, trapping her clit against her pubic bone. It was electric and had Denise writhing, her legs twitching as an obvious orgasm ripped through her. She grasped Carol’s head even harder, forcing her mouth onto her breast as she struggled through her climax.

I was amazed at the speed Denise had cum. It seemed like they had only just got on the bed, just got into the first throws of passion and already, she was creaming. It bode well for the next hour or so.

Carol broke free from the clutches of Denise’s clawing hands at the back of her head. She knelt up and then adjusted herself so that she was between spread knees. Deliciously slowly, putting on a show for me and teasing Denise, she lowered her head, aiming at that glorious bush.

Her tongue found Denise’s furry slit and began to lap at her juices, running the tip of her tongue over her clit and then burying it as deeply as she could in her hole.

Claw like talons gripped the bedding as Denise thrashed her head from side to side, mouthing ohmigod, ohmigod. And then she came again, shivering as her orgasm ripped through her. I could see the corners of Carol’s mouth raise in a smile before being mashed against her new friend’s cunt to bring her off once again.

At last, satisfied she had sucked all the juice out of Denise, Carol readjusted and straddled Denise’s head, facing her knees and insisting that the favour be returned. She was duly given the service, a tongue sought out her inner recesses and lips sucked hungrily on Carol’s pussy lips. While she was being eaten out, Carol stuck three fingers into Denise and finger fucked her as hard as she could, showing me her cunt, split wide apart with half a fist jammed inside. Denise’s hips were bucking frantically at the onslaught and a muffled “Oh fucking hell” came from the vicinity of Carol’s tongue lashed cunt.

Carol squirted in ecstatic reaction, nearly drowning poor Denise below her. She tried to swallow, but the sheer volume and sudden gush had it pouring from her nose and mouth as she gagged and dribbling into her ears. I knew how she felt, having done the same on several occasions.

They settled for a few moments rest, both overcome by the intensity of their respective orgasms. There they were, lying breast to breast, hip to hip, sharing the same air and suddenly giggling at the release they had had.

“What’s so funny?” I innocently asked them.

“The look on your face is what’s funny”. Carol answered. “You look like your about to explode.”

“Not far wrong. God you two look fantastic together.” And they did and I wanted to join the picture.

I shucked off my clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor. My rigid cock pointed the way, straight at the two giggling women who were still clasping one another.

“Denise…” My wife started. “…would you mind awfully, if my husband fucked you?” She asked it in an exaggeratedly polite and comical way, causing them to giggle again.

“Well, of course not my dear. I mean, what damage can one small cock cause?” With that, they were both roaring with laughter.

The effect was a self conscious deflation of my manhood. Feeling that I was being ridiculed and ganged up on drained the desire right out of me. I suppose it must have been plainly obvious because they Şerifali Escort Bayan stopped laughing and turned very serious suddenly.

Being manhandled by two women is something of a novelty. Wordlessly, they flipped me on my back. Denise straddled my cock while Carol sat on my face. Her cunt smelled fantastically, musky and slick with her love juices still drying on her gorgeous lips. I slurped and licked, tasting her and getting more and more excited, knowing that she had really cum hard from her bout with Denise.

My cock had instantly revived, now that Denise was guiding into her furry muff with a fist wrapped around it. Pretty soon, she was riding me with all of my meat stuffed deeply into her body.

A slight change of angle indicated that they were kissing each other, possibly even fondling breasts. I couldn’t see, but the thought drove me over the edge and I blasted all my pent up cum right into Denise’s guts.

But they were not yet quite finished with me. Denise continued to ride my softening dick, my cum making squishing sounds as it was mashed out of her and rubbed all over my balls as she writhed and squirmed and rubbed her clit, hard against me.

Carole, meantime, was squirting all over my face. She had squirted a few times during our marriage, but never twice as she had tonight and never all over me. It was a fantastic feeling, having her feminine nectar anoint my skin.

Knowing that my dick needed a little time to recover, I squirmed out from under them and, while still on my back, looking at them kiss and grapple tits. I slide a couple of fingers into both of them and somehow, managed to find a clit on both thumbs while fingering.

Fingering them like this had them clasping each other as if to stop them from falling flat on their backs. It was fantastic, looking up at two pairs of tits jiggling as they shuddered. Both were moaning and panting and grinding their hips and cunts against my fingers, getting faster as they neared yet another climax.

Almost as soon as the idea entered my head, I had slid my little finger in both their asses. That drove Denise completely over the edge immediately. She screamed “Oh my fucking god.” At the top of her voice and blasted her cum all over my hand and wrist. That proved to be the trigger for Carol who spasmmed with a grunt and a howl.

It was time to rest. We all desperately needed to catch our breath and calm down after such frenetic activity.

Within minutes, Carol was dozing, lying on her side while Denise lay in the crock of my arm, her tousled hair tickling my nose.

“Do you do this often?” She asked her voice little more than a whisper.

“This is something we have been looking to do for quite some time. In fact, we had given up hope that it would ever come about.” I nuzzled her crown, liking the smell of her hair. “I have to say thank you Denise, you were wonderful and I hope you enjoyed yourself too.”

“I had a fantastic time, thank you. I have never ever cum like that before. Fact is, I have never been with a woman before and as for a threesome… well, it was a first all round.”

She said no more for a few minutes, I lay there listening to the soft snore from Carol and the easy breathing of Denise. Then suddenly, she twitched and a sob escaped from her. I had not felt the tears on my chest.

“What’s the matter Denise?” I asked, suddenly concerned.

“Nothing…” She answered through a hitch “… apart from reality hitting home.” Her shoulder shook as sobs wracked her body. “Tonight was fantastic, I will never forget it, but it all came about because of my fucking selfish husband and now, after all this, I have to go back to the shit.”

“I see…” I said, while sagely nodding my head. “…I can’t really answer that one. But, well if you need anyone, you know where we are. If you need a bolt hole, call us, we will pick you up and you can stay with us until you get fixed up.”

“You’re very kind…thank you.” And then she scuttled down the bed and sucked my cock right into her mouth and pumped her fist until my cock blew its second load of the night. She must have swallowed because there was nothing left on the sheet.

We slept till morning with me sandwiched between two naked butts, both beautiful and warm.

The next morning, when we eventually awoke, I was hoping for a repeat performance and had the largest woody of my life. But, I was to be disappointed.

Denise got out of bed first and naked, walked into the bathroom. The sound of her showering soon followed.

“Fucking hell Carol, that was some night.” It wasn’t my best wake up greeting.

“Mm…” Carol stretched, her arms aloft, making her tits rise in a languid pose. We both stunk of sex, the bed, even the room reeked from out excesses. “…Where’s Denise?”

“Taking a shower.”

“Was it a nice blow job she gave you?” I wasn’t certain, but thought I heard a note in her voice that warned me to be careful.

“It was okay.” I decided on noncommittal as the best way forward.

“She sure has an aptitude for sex.” Carol swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I need to pee.”

I was left alone on the bed. I could here the two women talking softly through the half opened door.

Denise returned, wrapped in a bathrobe. She dressed with her back to me, leaving the bathrobe on until the last moment. The wine had dried on her dress and was wrinkled from being left overnight in a heap.

Carol emerged from the steam filled bathroom, naked and dripping from her shower.

“Denise is just leaving.” It was a dismissal if I ever heard one. She was gone a few minutes later, leaving nothing more than a memory and a lingering scent from a bottle, fished out of her purse.

Carol squared up to me, standing at the end of the bed, hands on hips, still naked and wetting the carpet with shower water as it dripped off of her.

“Okay Buster. That was absolutely fucking fantastic, better than I thought it would be. But, I have news for you… it will never happen again. Understood?” She jutted her chin out in that way she does when there is no room for negotiation. “I am sure we will fuck our brains out remembering it, but that is what it will be, a memory and nothing more.” Her manner said case closed.

I nodded, too stunned to say anything.

“Good. Now get up and cleaned off. I want to go home.”

It was several days later that I found out what had made her mind up. We had just finished screwing our hearts out and were enjoying the after-sex glow, just before sleep catches up and truth is on the surface.

“I enjoyed it too much…” Carol admitted. I knew instantly what she was talking about. “… I found I enjoyed sex with a woman a bit too much for my liking and really, really don’t want to fuck up what we have, just because of sex.”

I nodded and agreed with her. As a one off, it was wonderful and something we would re-live many times over, privately. But, doing it over again would be too damned dangerous, our marriage was too important to us both.

So you see, you never know a woman. Even though you have lived with her for most of your lives, you never know what goes on behind those doe eyes they hide behind. My wife is a closet gay, or at least a Bi, but she chose not to explore it. Looking at her, listening to her as I have for many years, I would never have known. Fascinating creatures aren’t they?

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I realized that I was spiraling down that long, dark, (no pun intended) tunnel of depravity on my way to being a slut for Big Black Cock.

I was torn, on one hand, I thoroughly enjoyed sex with Jim, but I knew I was getting out of control, thinking about his thick black tube of flesh in my mouth, spewing its salty load down my throat, pounding my now forever wrecked asshole, now pussy, and secondly, concerned about my family, my wife, even my job. I was constantly thinking about sex with Jim. It was at the point where I thought it might be effecting my job performance.

It took great strength on my part, but I managed to avoid Jim for almost a week. I went to the gym earlier in the day, got my workout in, and showered and left just like all the other guys at the gym. I did the family thing, spending nights at home.

At the gym, seeing other naked guys, both black and white, in the locker room and in the showers, did very little for me. I was glad, because to me, it meant I wasn’t queer, or even bi, apparently my affliction was for Jim, and his cock. As I thought about that, I began to get hard. FUCK, I had to get my mind off him and his cock.

On Friday, my wife told me her mother, who had been sick for several days, was still not feeling too well, and that after the kids got home from school, she was going to take them and visit her mother, and stay for the weekend. Making plans with her, getting the kids off for school, I left for work, forgetting to take my gym stuff. I pulled into the gym parking lot, and started to get out when I found out I’d left everything at home.

To drive back home, get my stuff, return, do my workout, would likely make me late for work. I decided that I’d go after work, early, so that I’d miss Jim.

Work was busy, and I found myself one of the last to leave for the weekend. Driving home, I saw my workout bag in the kitchen as I walked in. I remembered that I’d missed my workout, grabbed my bag, and headed out.

At the gym, it was almost empty, Friday nights not being popular with many guys, I guess because they were heading out to party, get laid, or whatever, and so I began my routine.

I’d almost finished, when I saw Jim walk in. He didn’t appear to notice me, so I continued my workout, I only had one more machine to use, and I could leave. Finishing up my routine, I exited the gym, dropped my gym suit at my locker, grabbed my towel, and went in to shower. Soaping up, I congratulated myself in staying away from Jim, and having self-control. I finished showering, and was drying myself off as I walked toward my locker, and that’s when I saw Jim, standing there, looking at me.

I felt myself start to melt. I was like a school girl gazing at her first crush. Ridiculous. I squared my shoulders, and walked up to him, saying hello as I did so.

“Where have you been?” He said. “I’ve missed our work outs.”

Double entendre?

“Uh…been busy, couldn’t make it at night,” I replied.

I opened my locker, and took my clothes out. Jim moved in by me, standing really close. I could see the outline on his cock through his shorts, it looked like it was firming up.

I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help it.

Jim inched closer.

I looked around, no one was in the locker room.

I reached out quickly, pulled down his shorts, and took his thickening black cock between my lips.

I began suckling, feeling his cock harden to its full size, pushing my face forward, swallowing the thickening tube down my throat. How I missed his cock. I suddenly felt that I was exactly where I belonged, and all was well in the world. I was such a slut.

Jim pulled back, “Hey buddy, let go, we’re where anyone could see us.”

I reached out, grabbed his hips, and pulled him back into my mouth, without a word. I continued sucking him. I wanted…no NEEDED his cum in my mouth.

Jim pulled away again, took a step to look around the lockers to see if anyone was coming, then grabbed my head, and forced his hard cock back into my mouth, and all the way down my throat, until his balls rested against my chin.

Nothing was said as he kept face fucking me. Holding my head firmly with his hands, Jim kept running that magnificent cock in and out of my throat.

I sat there taking it. Loving it.

My cock was hard.

I could hear myself slurping as he pushed and pulled his cock in my throat.

Finally, all too soon for me, he thrust deep into my throat, and began to unload in my mouth.

He must have saved up his load since we last fucked. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let go. I choked, I gagged, and Selimpaşa Escort I blew cum out my nose trying to get a breath of air.

He pulled back, sliding the cum, and saliva covered cock from my lips. I got my first breath of air, cum still running out of my nose.

Breathing hard, I looked up at him.

“Thanks, I needed that,” he said.

I was happy to have served him.

“Look, I’m having a small get together at my place tomorrow night, any chance you could come over? Nothing special, low key, just going to watch TV, have a few beers, maybe some entertainment. It’ll be fun.”

I thought for a moment, well the wife and kids were gone, I was free, if there were others there, it wasn’t likely we’d be doing anything sexual, so I replied “Sure, ok I can come over for a little while.”

We made plans, he told me what time, and I got dressed to leave. My cock was still hard.

Saturday evening, I arrived at his place at the appointed time. Jim opened the door and let me in, I was the first one there, I guess.

Closing the door, Jim grabbed me, turned me around, pushed me against the door, moved tight against me, leaned in and threw a lip lock on me that took my breath away. Never having kissed any other guy, and not wanting too, I was taken aback, but the insistent probing of my mouth with his tongue got my interest.

As we dueled with our tongues, I felt his cock pushing against me. Shocked, I realized I was hard also. We ground against each other, both of us enjoying the rubbing of our cocks against each other.

Jim moved back from me.

Looking into his eyes, I dropped in front of him, lowering myself to my knees. Still looking at him, I moved my head forward, until I was able to take his zipper in my teeth. I lowered it down, giving myself access to his manhood, I could feel him behind the briefs that he wore. I moved my tongue on his briefs, searching for the opening that lead to the treasure within. I was still looking him in the eyes when my tongue found the magic opening, immediately, I felt the warm flesh of his cock on my tongue.

Using only my lips and tongue, I rooted around in his shorts, trying to extricate his cock out into the open. It took some doing, but between him getting harder, and my pushing and probing and digging with my tongue, I extracted his cock out into the open.

Still on my knees, looking into his eyes, I swallowed his cock. All the way until my lips were at the base of his cock.

We both moaned.

I was so hot for his black cock.

I began sucking and fucking his cock with my lips and mouth.

I felt his hands on either side of my head, guiding me off and onto that throbbing tube. I applied more suction. I tasted a drop of his precum in my mouth.

I was beginning to throat him quicker, not knowing how much time we had before his other guests arrived. I wanted his cum in my mouth.

He pulled back, all the way out of my mouth. “Come with me” he said, holding out his hand.

I took his hand, he led me toward his bedroom, his thick, hard, black cock leading the way.

Entering his bedroom, I was shocked to see two other black men, both naked, standing inside. I noticed both were firm, but nowhere near fully hard. Both were fairly fit, about the same height as I was.

Jim introduced us, their names were Rob, and John. We shook hands, as one of them said to Jim “This is the party favor, huh?”

I looked at Jim, who made a look at the two guys as in “Quiet, stop talking.”

I was about to ask Jim what was going on, when told me to relax, and enjoy myself, we were going to have fun.

I wasn’t too sure, but Jim’s cock was still sticking strait out, hard as he’d been when I was sucking on him.

Rob and John moved towards me, one on either side. They began touching me, my ass, and my cock. Both of them began to nibble and kiss me on my neck. It felt good, but I looked at Jim questioningly.

“Please just relax, and enjoy what happens. We’re all going to be good friends. These guys are both clean, recently tested negative, we only play with each other. They’re both married, and, I am happy to announce, am now engaged.

Both Rob and John stopped what they were doing to me, and shook Jim’s hand and congratulated him.

They turned back to me, caressing me, as Jim moved forward, and began kissing me again.

As he kissed me, Jim was undoing the buttons on my shirt, then my belt and zipper on my pants.

Rob and John began taking my shirt off, as Jim dropped to his knees, taking my pants down with him, as he went.

On his knees, Jim took my Escort Selimpaşa cock into his mouth.

Both guys continued to caress and kiss me.

With Jim blowing me, Rob began kissing me, John dropped to his knees behind me. I felt him parting my ass cheeks, then a warm wetness as his tongue ran the length of my cleft, stopping briefly to knock at my ass hole.

I have to admit, in spite of my slight concern, and lack of understanding as to what all was happening, I was enjoying myself.

I felt John return to my pucker, and his tongue insistently probed my hole.

Jim rose, and led me to his bed. He whipped off his clothing as he moved behind me. Rob laid on his back in the middle of the bed, his fully erect cock sticking straight up.

Jim guided me onto the bed, Rob taking my head in his hands, lowering my mouth to his cock. “Suck it bitch.”

That shocked me. I started to pull off, but Jim softly said “Shhh. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

I felt him rubbing his now rampant cock up my ass crack, as he put me on all fours, my mouth almost on Robs cock.

The bed moved as Jim got behind me, I felt the cool room air on my hole, as Jim put the head of his cock against my hole. “Relax” he said, as he began forcing himself into me.

Without any lube, except the saliva John had left in and on me, it was tight. I wasn’t sure I could take Jim into me, but after some pushing, the head of his cock popped into my ass.

His pushing had driven my mouth over Rob’s cock, it was now on its journey into my mouth, and down my throat.

This was a new experience. I was being, what was it? Spit roasted? A cock in each end?

I began to apply suction onto Rob’s cock, drawing him in deeper into my throat. Jim was pushing in deeper, also. I could feel his balls swinging against mine as he sawed in and out, urging himself deeper into me with each passing thrust.

Finally, he was buried balls deep into my ass. Rob’s cock was in my throat, my lips against the base of his cock.

With his hands on my hips, Jim began the in and out thrusting designed to bring him pleasure. Rob had his hands on my head. As I pulled off Jim, I swallowed Rob. As I pulled back off Rob, I pushed myself onto Jim’s cock.

I glanced between my legs, my cock was pointing strait down, hard as it could be, a long pearlescent white string of cum running from the head of my cock, almost to the bedding below.

Once we got ourselves set, it was pleasurable for me, sucking, getting fucked, my prostate being gently rubbed by Jim’s cock. They enjoyed using me, I was getting pleasure out of being used.

The rate I was being pushed and pulled back and forth seemed to be to draw out and maximize their pleasure. No one was in a rush. My long string of cum had reached the bedding, and was making a growing wet spot beneath me.

Finally, it was time. In spite of our relatively slow pace, we began to slow rise to the peak of our passion. First, I felt Rob pull my head into his groin, and with a loud grunt, he buried his cock in my throat, and what seemed like a huge load of cum flowed into my throat. I began gulping to keep up with the flow, but the sheer volume of cum forced some out of my mouth, to run down his cock.

The taste and excitement of my receiving a tasty load in my mouth set off my own orgasm, resulting in my load being shot out onto the bedding below, and my colon, as usual, contracting rhythmically, milking Jim’s cock, making him grab my hips tightly, as he filled my anal cavity with his seed.

I pulled off Rob’s cock, and without thinking, I turned around, and took Jim’s cock in my mouth, deep throating him, as I cleaned his cock of his cum, and my ass juices.

I looked up to find Rob and John looking on in amazement, as I finished cleaning Jim’s cock.

In unison, they moaned “wow”

I flopped down on the bed, on my back, with my legs hanging off the end.

Wordlessly, John moved between my legs, picked them up, putting them straight upward against his stomach and chest, and moved into me, sliding his hard, thick cock into my freshly used ass.

“Hey, this is good pussy.” John said, as he began to pump my ass.

I was watching John, so I didn’t notice until too late, Rob moving over, spreading his cheeks as he sat on my face, telling me “Eat my ass, bitch.”

I hadn’t ever done this, didn’t have any intention of ever doing this to a guy, but had no choice, as he descended on me, holding my head, resting his weight on me.

My nose rose behind him, so I could breathe, as he began riding my face. “Suck my ass, bitch”

I Selimpaşa Escort Bayan was getting a bit perturbed about this “bitch” stuff, but I wasn’t really in any position to argue. I stuck my tongue into his hole, it tasted a bit sweet, and definitely had the flavor of some of his left over cum that had escaped my mouth from his face fucking me.

John continued to fuck my ass, I continued eating Rob’s ass.

It didn’t seem too long, when John announced that he was going to cum.

I felt the short hard jabs normal of many guys when they are imminently going to cum. Then I felt the warmth of his load coating the inside of my asshole.

John finished, and pulled out of me, I could feel his load running out of my ass.

Rob got up off my face. “My turn, bitch. Let’s see how good that pussy really is.”

I began to protest, but with surprising strength, Rob spun me around, pulled me so my knees were on the floor, my stomach and chest on the bed. Without a word, in one fast shove, he was buried in my ass. Between the previous fucking I’d received, and the sperm that had been deposited in my ass, I could just barely feel him riding my ass. That was probably a good thing, as I could feel my ass getting sore, and beginning to burn a little.

All at once, John dropped on the bed in front of me, lifting my head, and sliding under me, pulling my head onto his cock. “Clean me too, bitch.”

He began moving my head up and down on him. I sucked him, tasting his seed, and my ass. It didn’t seem so bad this time.

As they used me, I became aware of a new voice in the room. I didn’t pay too much attention, as I was busy getting fucked and sucking on John.

None too soon, I heard Rob grunt, and say he was cumming. Once again, I felt the warmth in my ass as it was filled with fresh cum.

After a minute or so, John pulled away from my mouth, his cock clean.

“My turn” said the new voice, as I felt Rob being pulled off and out of me.

I turned, and saw the biggest human being I had ever personally seen in my life. He was maybe 6’-8” tall, rock solid muscle, I bet he went 300 pounds. Blacker than the other three guys, and…Oh my Fucking God!!!! He was HUGE.

I mean, his cock was huge. I swear it was about 10” long, which was bad enough. He was so thick, at least the diameter of a beer can.

I tried to jump up “No fucking way, no no!”

John and Rob grabbed me. I looked at Jim. He looked apologetic, but did nothing to help me.

“At least let me give him some lube” Jim offered.

He reached into his night stand, and took out a large tube of lubricant. He uncapped it, and I felt him shove the tube in my gaping hole. The coldness of the lube felt good in my ass.

Jim slathered more lube on the giants cock. All the while, I’d been fruitlessly pulling from Rob and John, but they held me too tightly.

They turned me onto my front side, holding me down on the bed.

“No! No! I can’t take this! Stop!”

I was getting as violent as I could, being held down by two guys.

The giant grabbed my hips. The sheer strength and power of his grip told me I was doomed.

I felt the head of his huge member at my hole.

He began pushing.

I began screaming.

Someone, I don’t know who, jammed a pair of dirty underwear into my mouth to quiet me down.

The pressure and pain of the giant’s cock was excruciating. He began rocking in and out of my ass, trying to get in me. He pulled out, and I thought “thank god he’s giving up”

“More lube” I heard him say. Jim squirted more lube into my abused asshole. He applied more to the ungodly sized cock that they were trying to force me to take.

“That’s all there is”, I heard Jim say.

I felt the giant’s hands grip my hips. He placed the head into my gaping ass hole. He shoved. Hard.

I woke sometime later. I was in serious pain. My whole lower body felt like it was cramped and burning on fire. Pain was coursing through my ass and lower groin in waves. I was in agony.

I looked around, the giant was gone. Rob and John were gone. Only Jim remained. He looked up when he realized that I was awake.

“Oh thank god you’re ok” he said.

“Wha…what happened? I hurt so badly.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them. When you couldn’t take that big black cock, he forced it into you, and you must have passed out from the pain. John and Rob continued to hold you, while Tommy rutted in you. When he finally shot inside of you, I thought you were dead. There was blood all over, your ass hole was stretched so big, I could fit my hand inside. Let me put some salve in you, see if that helps.”

Jim put a whole tube of whatever he had inside of me. I was hurting so bad, that I could only just barely feel him, as he applied salve inside of my ass. He helped me into bed, and covered me up. I was glad I didn’t have to go home like this.

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Beth was gone when I got up the next morning. I took a long hot shower and thought back on the events of the night before. I stood in the steamy shower, with nearly scalding water cascading down my back , remembering, letting it play back in my head, in hopes that maybe enough hot water and enough soap could wash away the shame and guilt.

I remembered how exciting and titillating it seemed at first; my encounter had been with Beth, in the kitchen. My cock started getting hard and as the skin stretched and the water touched the shredded flesh, it all came back to me; how the vitriol had permeated by entire being and how that act of sex had turned so ugly. The pain was rather searing. I lathered up my hands and applied the soap to my cock, which only intensified the pain, a pain that was somehow gratifying and shameful at the same time. The shame won out and I let that tattered piece of meat go limp as I washed the rest of my body. I stood under the shower until the water ran cold.

I made my way to the scene of the crime and brewed a pot of coffee. I had taken some aspirin and was sitting at the table sipping my first cup, when Paige came in. She didn’t speak at first. She ignored me. She poured herself a cup of coffee, two sugars, heavy cream. She walked over to the sink, stopped and then backed away, so as not to touch the counter.

I pictured Beth and me at that spot right in front of where Paige stood. I remembered that sound that I had heard, the sound the Beth must have heard, the sound that Paige had probably made. The shame washed over me.

Paige turned and glowered at me. I stared at my coffee cup, humiliated. I looked up in shame and begged, “Paige, please…”

“Fuck you!” she blurted, “Paige please, what? Paige please stand by patiently, as I fuck your aunt? Paige please be a ‘good little girl’ as I do anything I damn well desire?”

“Paige,” I pleaded, “You don’t understand. It’s not how it looked.”

“Here you go again with the ‘not how it looks bullshit’. How do you think it looks, when you fuck my aunt, in her butt?”

“Paige, there was no love involved, like with you. It was a grudge fuck.”

“Grudge fuck! Did you just make that up? I don’t care if it was love, lust or vengeance: You fucked her just the same; in my kitchen. I eat here, you son of a bitch! “

I stood up and took a step in her direction and said, “Paige, baby, you don’t understand.”

“Don’t you come near me. And don’t you ‘baby’ me, you mother fucker! You’re the one that don’t understand. You don’t understand me at all. I thought of all the people in the world, you were the one that did understand me.” She was beginning to tremble. “You told me you loved me. You’ve been lyin’ to me all along.” She threw her coffee at me. I ducked and the cup missed me but a lot of the coffee splattered on me. It was hot but I wasn’t seriously hurt.

I took another step toward her and said, “That’s not true Paige. I do love you, more than you’ll ever know.” She stood there, trembling, breathing hard and staring me down. She let me take another step. I was close enough to touch her or for her to slap me. I was about to reach for her when she spat in my face.

Paige turned and stomped out of the kitchen. I stood there for moment, listening to her footsteps fade and then her bedroom door slam, before I wiped her spittle from my face. I deserved every bit of it. I had brought all of that upon myself. I looked at the whiskey bottle on the counter and turned my head.

I went after her. I called to her from outside her door, “Paige, Sultangazi Escort you need to listen to me. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Oh lucky me,” she replied through her closed door.

“I’m serious , Paige. I’ve been a fool, an idiot.”

“No shit!”

“Paige, I need you, and you need me.”

“I don’t need anybody, least of all you.”

“I need you and you need me to start that new life we’ve talked about.”

“Fuck you.”

“Seriously, Paige. It might have seemed impossible when all this started between us, but now…”

“Go to hell!”

“This could be our time. Just you and me Paige. I’ll never treat you bad again. We can find a place where nobody knows us and we can live together as a couple. It doesn’t have to be a legal marriage, but I’ll treat like my wife. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

“Some husband you’d make,” her voice was beginning to soften.

“I haven’t been myself, Paige. We’re all goin’ through some strange shit right now. When all of this over, we could have the best years of our lives, together, me and you.”

“Just go away,” she said, in a much more subdued tone, and she repeated, “Just go away,” in a voice I could barely hear through the door.

I thought I heard Paige crying. I was sure I heard a sob. It broke my heart that she wouldn’t open that door and let me hold her. I walked away.

I got dressed and set about the duties that had been charged to me. I met with a probate lawyer, a representative of the airline, a real estate agent and Paige’s guidance councilor, that day. Paige should have gone with me, but I left her alone. I learned that Paige, my little hellion was actually very bright and quite a good student. She skipped a few classes and got into a bit of trouble at school, but she got good grades and tested quite well. All the faculty and staff loved her. The best news was, she could take her final exams, and test out of school at any time. She could walk with her class or they could mail her diploma.

When I left the school, I hurried back to the house. I walked in the back door to find Sarah, or what appeared to be Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine.

Paige had dressed herself in one of Sarah’s outfits. She wore a silky blouse that she left half unbuttoned and a short skirt, with hose and heels. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had put on a little of Sarah’s make up, very understated, just the way Sarah wore it. Paige’s hair was longer than Sarah’s, but she had pulled it back into a ponytail, the way Sarah did when she was younger. The way Sarah had worn it when I first met her.

She stood up and looked me square in the eye and said, “Hi, glass of wine?” I was flabbergasted. It was scary. It was as if Sarah were standing in front of me, except the face was younger. It was the face that I had fallen for all those years before, the face that had broken my heart. And Paige had let her voice relax and fall into just a slightly deeper register. She sounded exactly like her mother.

“Sure,” I said. She walked to the counter and poured some wine into a waiting glass and handed it to me.

“Cheers,” she said solemnly in Sarah’s voice and raised her glass, staring me in the eye the whole time.

“Cheers,” I replied. “Well, the school said the you can take your exams as soon as your ready. And if you pass them all, your school year is done. They’ll mail the diploma.”

“Wonderful,” she said, “I’m sure Paige will be delighted.” At Escort Sultangazi that point it was getting too weird. She walked to the counter and poured herself another glass of wine. I looked her up and down from behind. She looked astounding. The skirt fit her tight little ass perfectly and her legs, in those hose and high heels, were unbelievable. I didn’t know who I was looking at. She had seemed no more than a child when I had arrived, then she had stepped out of the shower that Sunday morning, a woman. The tragic news of her mother’s death sent her retreating into the guise of the little girl again. Now here stood this woman, with a child trapped within. Was it the woman that I held that unrequited torch for all those years, or was it the girl that I had fallen madly in love with two weeks ago. At that moment, they were one and the same.

She turned and looked me in the eye again. This time I saw my Paige, my girl, my Baby. For an instant she had slipped out of character, but I watched as Sarah reemerged. She walked up close to me and I could smell Sarah. Paige smelled of vanilla and creme brulee. Sarah smelled of Tendre Poison. She gently placed her hand behind my neck and leaned in to kiss me. She would have had to tip toe, usually, but in her heels, she didn’t. I still had to bend my head just a little. I tenderly laid my lips against hers. Her mouth didn’t taste like Paige’s. Paige’s mouth had offered several flavors when last I had tasted her; liquor, sex, liquor and sex, my juices, her juices, toothpaste, fruit flavored lip gloss, coffee and sex, bubble gum and sex. She parted her lips and let my tongue enter this mature mouth which tasted of a woman’s lipstick and Chardonnay.

We kissed deeply. I didn’t couldn’t be sure who I was kissing. It felt familiar, but this “Sarah” was more reserved and more deliberate in her style of kissing than Paige was, still just as passionate. I let myself believe for a minute that I was kissing Sarah. I pulled her close and held her tight. This body was definitely familiar. I felt Paige’s breasts against my chest. But some how it was different. Paige would have gone wild and been all over me at that point. But this “Sarah” was smooth and measured. Where Paige burned bright and hot, this “Sarah” smoldered, just as hot, but dark and smokey.

I had backed her up to the table. I lifted her and sat her on the edge. Her skirt hiked up enough to let her legs spread. I slid my left leg between her knees. She started kissing my neck, wet kisses, up and down my neck. She bit my earlobe and whispered, “I’ve always known how you felt about me. I’ve felt the same way. Now, at last, we can have what we’ve always wanted.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was Sarah’s voice saying the things that I wished she had said, so long ago. But I knew these words were coming out of Paige. I wanted so badly to believe that it was Sarah, that I pretended that Paige didn’t exist. I found myself in a time and place where no one existed but Sarah and me.

“You can take me to my bed if you want. Or then again, you always wanted to fuck me on my kitchen table, didn’t you.” She’d hike her skirt up all the way to reveal that she was wearing only a garter belt beneath to hold up her thigh-high hose, with no panties. I picked her up and carried her to Sarah’s room.

I tore off the comforter and threw her on the bed. There were candles lit and the room smelled of Sarah’s perfume. I stripped my clothes off and she kicked off her shoes. I stood over her as she opened her blouse. She lay Sultangazi Escort Bayan trembling as I pulled down her skirt. She was still wearing her garter and hose, her blouse was open and her heaving breasts were exposed. There was no stud in this “Sarah’s” navel. Her pussy was wet and glistening in the candle light. I climbed on top of her. I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue past her wet, plump lips. She sucked my tongue as I kissed her.

My hard throbbing cock found her wet little pussy. She guided me in and I drove it all the way down. She let out a loud moan. “How do you like that?” I thought. This was not like making tender love to sweet little Paige. I was fucking Sarah. At last I was fucking the love of my life. I was fucking the bitch that had fucked my head up for all these years. Her pussy was tighter than I had expected, but all the better for me. I pulled back and thrust into her again. She thrust right back and moaned.

We started fucking hard. She was matching me stroke for stroke and moaning with each one. I looked down at her face and could tell that she was in pain, and I was glad. Still I couldn’t help but say, “God, I love you!”

She asked, “What’s my name, mother fucker?”

“Sarah.”

“Say it, mother fucker!”

“Sarah!”

“Say it all, mother fucker!”

“Sara! I love you, Sarah!”

To which she replied, “Fuck me, Daddy!”

I drove my hard cock in all the way again, with a lustful vengeance, and exclaimed, “I love you, Sarah!”

And she replied, “Fuck me, Daddy!” I drove my cock home again.

“I love you, Sarah!”

“Fuck me Daddy!”

And so it went for what seemed an eternity, until I felt her begin to tremble. Once she started to shudder, I let go with a massive load, that I drove deep down into her pussy, thinking, “There, bitch, that’s what you’ve been missing!”

She muttered, “Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, oh…”

I looked down at her and could see tears stream down her cheeks. It was the face of my Paige, wearing her mother’s make up, which was now smeared and streaked with her sweat and tears. My heart melted. I was consumed with guilt. I had just fucked her mother as she watched. I wasn’t sure who Paige had fucked. I kissed her lips and she slapped my face. I pulled my shoulders back and pushed my dick as far into her as possible and let the last of my come drain as deep into her as I could get it. I felt the last of my filthy pleasure drain from me as well.

It wasn’t until then that I noticed the pain. My torn cock was ripped apart again.

When I had finished, I nearly collapsed on top of her. Once she had finished she pushed me off. I fell beside her.

“I want to have your baby, ” she gasped. I didn’t know if it was “Sarah” talking or Paige.

“You are one crazy bitch!” I said.

“I hate you, mother fucker!” she sobbed. It was Paige talking now. She had started to cry again. I pulled her close and she nuzzled into my shoulder. She began to weep and sob. She shed tears and slobber and snot all over my bare shoulder and chest. I loved every drop of it. I felt my cock getting hard again.

After a few minutes, her sobbing subsided and she her raised her wet, puffy face to mine and kissed me. It was the sloppiest, and the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Then she whispered, so softly and tenderly, that even from inches away, I could barely hear her, “I love you. I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”

My little girl, my Baby, was back. “I’ll always love you too, Baby.” I pulled her close and held her tight. She cried hard for a while. I just held her and let it flow. Eventually, she ran out of tears. She lay there, trembling, sniffing and gasping to catch her breath, while I stroked her hair. A few minutes later she was asleep.We stayed in Sarah’s bed the rest of that day and all that night.

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Nayika Jaidev, her heart thumping with a rush of blood to the head, watched the salient figure on the bed at the far side of the dark room. The man was connected to a rectangular — now faintly beeping — portable oxygen concentrator that stood like some dystopian robotic sentinel beside the single bed. An oxygen mask on the man’s aging face rose at intervals like a boat bobbing on mild waters.

From the single dim yellow lamp that illuminated the room, Nayika could make out the man’s white dhoti (traditional Indian loin-cloth for men) which had moved away — due to the old man’s restlessness on bed — and exposed a generous bit of his thighs on both sides. Old Man Jaidev, 77 years of age, grandfather to Nayika, afflicted with severe asthma, lay asleep as her grand-daughter watched him with unholy speculation from across the room.

Nayika Jaidev, Indian-American, 19 years old, dusky complexion, medium height, spectacled and unshaved in the arm-pits, bit her lip as her grandfather shifted on the bed. She then shut the room door and tiptoed uneasily to her own bedroom across the dark hallway. Her parents and siblings were fast asleep and she felt a pang of anger and envy rise within her.

She was dating the Debate Club captain tomorrow and she required a dose of her ‘secret formula’ tonight. Her usual supplier — the gatekeeper of the local library was off on vacation and now she was in a dilemma over the sourcing of the ‘formula’. As Nayika watched herself in the mirror, caressing her nipples over the soft fabric of the pink polka-dotted pajama top, she realized that tonight was her only chance and as crazy as it might get to be, she would have to take the unspeakable plunge.

She brushed her hair back, pinning it into a bun and then moved to action. First, she applied a rich spray of a new deodorant (deodorant for men) to camouflage her body odor. Next, she undressed to the buck and massaged oil over her entire body so that Old Man Jaidev’s hands did not stick to one place for too long. Then she gulped a couple of Mentos mint dragees — precaution if Old Man Jaidev decided to kiss her.

With that, she quietly slipped back into the dark hallway, then into her grandfather’s room and locked the door shut. Oh fuck! My mask!, she realized and unlocked the door to go out again. She finally slipped on her rubber tiger mask from 3rd grade, surprised that it still fit her, before entering the room again.

Now even if the old man woke up to see his mysterious lover in the middle of the night, Nayika’s identity was well-protected.

She scampered to the bed, stopping at the edge. The old man had started snoring. Good for me, Nayika thought, that will drown out my moans. She giggled soundlessly.

She perched on the bed, eyeing the old man’s crotch and slid next to him so that she was now lying beside Old Man Jaidev. This better be quick, Nayika thought.

She placed her right hand on the man’s frail right thigh. A feeling of dread and pleasure passed through her. Her chest heaved as she felt her nipples dry up and a naughty tingle in her vagina. Old Man Jaidev’s skin was baby soft, hairless and a tad bit rubbery. As she slid her fingers to his penis, she could feel his breath getting faster and hotter on her face. Thankfully, Nayika prayed, he was still asleep.

Hope he becomes erect soon. And then I will jack him off. Nayika wondered aloud as she crept closer to her grandfather until her nipples felt his ribs and her face touched his earlobes. Though she hadn’t planned on it earlier, she now felt an irresistible urge to chew the old man’s lobes and kiss the side of his Tarabya Escort face. Down below, her fingers hit gold. She touched his aging penis and as she clutched it, it began to rise and harden in her grip. Though she had experienced this a couple of times with the gatekeeper down the block, it was almost other-worldly to feel her grandfather’s manhood coming to life in her hands.

She brought the fingers to her nose and took in the waft of a salty ginger twang — the smell of her grandfather’s cock. It intrigued her immensely and before she knew it she was chewing his lobes, her tongue and nose pressed into the man’s crumpled ancient skin. Meanwhile, down between his legs, Nayika’s fingers were now playing with a sagging sack of what felt like Indian spicy meatballs.

She brought her fingers back up, layered them with her spit and returned to the shish kebab — that was her grandfather’s cock. She squeezed the shaft, moving all the way to the head, where she felt the dickhole. The old man was now probably aroused and he began to groan in his sleep. At this, Nayika wrapped her right leg onto his and let the heat between the two bodies — one terribly young and the other horribly old — subside into each other.

As the pleasure quotient notched up a little more, Nayika let her fingers slide onto Old Man Jaidev’s flat bony belly and eventually resting on his shrunken nipples. Through the thin cotton fabric of his white vest, she sucked on the tiny delights. At that point, the old man opened his eyes, looked about, before finally locking eyes with the woman who was pleasuring him with sensations so intense that he almost felt guilty of having experienced them.

Nayika bit her lip again out of anxiety. Here was the man she deeply respected as her father’s father — a man who was widely seen as the community leader of the small Indian neighborhood in Jackson Heights, NY, a man who led the daily prayers at the mini temple down the street from the Jaidev’s. Images from her childhood flashed before her eyes as she stared at Old Man Jaidev — memories of her grandfather carrying her in his arms to watch the birds at the local park fountain, memories of him teaching her the lyrics of Bollywood film songs and now she was in bed with that very man, yearning to suck on his feebly throbbing penis.

Nayika felt tears well up in her eyes and a bizarre wave of remorse rose in her heart as she ducked into her grandfather’s crotch and placed his cock in her mouth. The old man groaned audibly and the sweetish sour taste of her grandfather’s cock seeped back into her mouth. An aroma similar to that of pickled onions invaded her nostrils and she indulged herself in it, taking a mouthful of the soft fleshy muscle into her mouth, licking its rim and playfully biting the skin of the shaft. Circumcised cocks were her favorite.

Old Man Jaidev chanted something that sounded like a prayer before spreading his legs wider. As Nayika proceeded to devour his modest scrotum, her spectacles came in the way. She had decided to wear them over the mask so that she could see his penis better, but now they had to go or she would risk breaking them in the event the action got wilder. She began with calculated tongue strokes over the flowy skin of the scrotum that was one of the largest she had ever seen and which reminded her of the ones she had seen in XXX clips of gay men making out.

As she swallowed one of the balls she imagined rasgullas (milk balls that are an Indian sweetmeat specialty) melting in her mouth. Hell, his balls even taste like rasgullas, she thought. Syrupy sweet.

As she slid her tongue back up the shaft of the cock, she Escort Tarabya could feel the blood gorging into the walls faster than before — this meant her grandfather was close to an orgasm and a little bit of kissing and licking around the pubes would do the trick.

So Nayika shifted to working the region below the old man’s cock. She let her saliva ooze out on the skin for that extra feeling of warmth before kissing and licking the lining all the way down to the anus. Her grandfather groaned again, louder this time but refrained from saying anything else. She took it as a sign that the old man was enjoying every bit of the action he was getting from this stranger — since he did not know it was his grand-daughter mouthing his tool down there.

When the old man began writhing and jostling suddenly, Nayika Jaidev knew he would cum anytime soon so she took the entire length of the man’s medium cock into her mouth and rolled it in a wash of her saliva. By now her face was all sweaty even though the air-conditioner was on and her top wet from the sweat on her grandfather’s thighs. She closed her eyes and rimmed the man with quick pecks of her tongue and this seemed to increase Old Man Jaidev’s restlessness. She kept at it while rubbing the shaft of the cock vigorously at the same time but then, out of nowhere, she felt a hand on her head. She looked up to see that her grandfather was now sitting on the bed and his oxygen mask was off.

Old Man Jaidev was hot and sweating profusely. He removed his soaked vest and Nayika saw his tongue wipe over his lips quickly. The man was clearly horny now. With a quick tug, off went his dhoti. He sat there naked and Nayika anticipated the worst to come.

“Nayika, I wanna fuck you baby”, Old Man Jaidev said in a nervous whisper and with that he pulled his helpless grand-daughter and pushed her to the bed. Nayika, both shocked and hurt, was unable to decide what was worse — the fact that her grandfather knew that it was her or the fact that she was now on the verge of losing her cherry to her grandfather.

The old man ripped off her cotton top with the ferocity of a mountain wolf and Nayika heard herself shriek in surprise. A coarse hand grabbed her medium brown-nippled right breast and squeezed it tightly. And before she could utter a single word, the old man hastily pressed his lips to hers and went straight for her tongue. Almost instantaneously, she tasted cigarette, betel nut and whiskey in her mouth. His acidic saliva mixed with hers as his tongue probed deeper into her mouth and their nostrils exchanged smells. In her lower torso, a hand was already scrounging in her pubic hair trying to locate the gate to paradise and when it entered, finger by finger, Nayika almost bounced in ecstasy so intense she thought she would faint.

Her grandfather sucked a finger, relishing her juices. Then he bent down and kissed her again. She took him in eagerly this time wanting to find out what she tasted like. A zingy carrot-like flavor hit her taste buds and she was disappointed. She had imagined she tasted better.

Her pajama trouser was the next to go and with that she felt goose bumps hit her exposed plump legs. The air cooled her wet pussy and that aroused her even more.

Old Man Jaidev sucked on her toes feverishly like a kid on a lollipop and left streams of his saliva flowing down her knees and ankles. The sight of this made Nayika hornier than ever and she found herself rubbing her hardened button-like nipples while simultaneously playing with her vagina.

The smell of wet bodies pervaded the room and the incessant sound of the oxygen concentrator added to the thrill Tarabya Escort Bayan of this passionate moment. Nayika watched her grandfather’s cock reach full length, hanging exquisitely from his groin like a ripe banana on a tree that will fall off with the slightest breeze.

The old man had an attractive penis and she observed how the capillaries showed and glistened on the wet skin of its shaft with the perfect mushroom head giving way to a fleshy hole on the top where she could make out the clear watery pre-cum waiting to flow.

Old Man Jaidev put his right hand behind him as he proceeded to lick and kiss the entire length of his grand-daughter’s left leg from the buttocks to the foot. When the hand returned, he placed one finger to Nayika’s nostrils and she was overwhelmed with the acrid smell of his anus and feces — a pungent leafy aroma that was very much similar to her own. Yet, the manliness of the fragrance titillated her to the point of sucking that particular finger clean. The look of awe on the old man’s face, when she sucked, was reason enough to warrant this sexual taboo.

And then without warning, his cock touched her pussy lips and she realized the inevitable was about to happen.

“No, grandpa, please don’t do it! I don’t want to end up pregnant!” she screamed. The old man paused for a moment, then jumped off the bed, fished under the mattress and brought out an old yellow party balloon that was almost the size of a regular condom. He applied spit on his cock, shagged it, then pulled the yellow balloon over it as Nayika watched, both amused and perplexed.

Before she could protest, he was already inside her and she felt the bristles of his grayish white pubic hair stinging her labia. A sudden acute current of paralyzing pleasure swept to her head and she shrieked as her hymen tore apart with the old man’s throttle.

A strange mixture of pain and orgasm attacked her in the following moments as her grandfather grabbed her hips and increased his tempo. His cock went in and out effortlessly and Nayika felt it filling the void that was her pussy. The old man, clearly built for long-lasting sex, then bent over her and softly kissed her on the neck and shoulders. By now, Nayika was panting in pleasure and for the first time, put her arms around her balding grandfather and pulled him closer to her chest.

The plopping sound of the cock ramming virgin pussy filled the room and as she watched the expression on the old man’s face change, she realized he was now ready to cum. Old Man Jaidev’s face contorted wildly as he breathed faster and faster. Nayika moaned all the while and though she suppressed the sound earlier worrying it may wake up her siblings, at this point now, she didn’t care. The orgasm was just too much to handle.

Soon enough she felt a tingling sensation of warmth in her vagina — one that seemed to be flowing and decided that her grandfather had finally given up his milk. The sagging of the old man’s chest and his calculated withdrawal confirmed this.

He threw away the fluid-filled balloon and heaved a sigh of much needed relief — the sexual workout tired him out and with his age, Nayika was surprised that he even lasted this long.

She quickly got off the soiled bed, picked up the balloon and her clothes and disappeared down the hall into her room. Once in, she locked the door behind her, emptied the semen into her hands and applied a generous coat on her face. She would let it remain there for about 5 minutes before applying another coat and then rinsing the face with cold water. This, she believed, would provide her with a glowy fair complexion come tomorrow, when she would hit the bowling alley with the Debate Club captain.

And yes, last but not the least, Nayika took the chance to taste a tiny serving of her grandfather’s thick creamy white cum and the next day when I met her at the bowling alley, she told me that it tasted like beaten yoghurt with a pinch of salt and sugar in it.

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