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The war was over, and I’m talking the “big” war, WWII. My father was home from the navy and as were most sailors her was thirsty for life, love and happiness and figured that all three of those could be rolled up and spread out on any bed all in one package called women. In this monumental conceptual philosophy of life my big sister was conceived and was born in ’47. I stayed a gleam in my dear ol’ dad’s eye until the winter of ’50 when I was cast upon the semen sea to fend for myself in the deep dark channel womb. It was a tough swim but I made it! I was born in the hot summer of ’51.

In the early years most all I remember was living out on a West Texas farm in the middle of nowhere at the end of a dirt road that only came to our place. The dirt was red and hard and the wind was hot and dry. I can remember being bathed in a wash tub in the kitchen floor using water that was carried in from the well and heated on a wood burning stove. We milked our cows, churned our own butter and sometimes had bacon if there was a pig to be slaughtered. Chickens were everywhere so eggs were plentiful and fried chicken too! I’m not too sure how long we lived on the farm with my grandparents but it was a while.

By the time I was 5, in the mid 1950’s life was pretty good for most people. We weren’t any exception. By ’53 my parents had separated and by ’55 the inevitable divorce was final. My mother raised us by hard work and economical and judicious use of the money she earned. I was pretty young but I wasn’t blind nor stupid. There were always men around too.

My mother was one of 9 children. There were 7 sisters and 2 brothers. All were born and raised by a tough dirt scratch farmer and his wife out in the middle of the Texas plains. Life WAS tough out on the farm. There was never a shortage of work to be done nor time enough in the day to get everything done. It was an endless life of work and drudgery just to get by until the next day. It wasn’t glamorous by any means. In the late ’40’s speculators had started drilling everywhere and dirty old oil was discovered just about anywhere you could spit in Texas and Oklahoma. Wells popped up everywhere.

My grandparents were no exception. Oil was discovered on the farm too. But we didn’t go from shoe less dirt farm kids to Cadillac driving near do wells either. The wells on the farm did good and there was money but it wasn’t what the movies make it out to be. Basically what it meant was the my grandfather didn’t need to plow from sun up to sun down every day of his life any more. He could sit at a folding table in the front room and smoke and play dominoes with some of his neighbors. Grandma got a new gas stove to cook on and the feed for the animals was BOUGHT at the feed store in town instead of gathered carefully from the fields. Corncobs were replaced by actual paper designed expressly for the purpose. It was a better world but the richness wasn’t what people thought.

A secondary effect of the oil was to free the slaves. The farm slaves, born on the farm all the brothers and sisters were farm workers and as farm hands belonging to the owners were forced to work for the greater good of the farm and be a built in supply of labor to support the family. If any of the children ran off they were summarily hunted down by the sheriff and brought right back to the farm unless they were 18 or older. The children were finally free. Free to roam the country and seek out the life they dreamed of having. All of them left the farm after the oil was pumping.

I can tell you that my mothers life wasn’t what she had dreamed it would or could be when she was 15 and still fresh on the farm. She moved to the big city just to get work. The job she eventually landed was based on experience. Pressing clothes in a dry cleaners. It was hard, hot work with long hours for minimum wages. We got by but didn’t have anything. Oddly enough us two kids didn’t realize we were dirt poor. We ate a LOT of beans and cornbread and enjoyed it. Mom worked,we went to school and everything was great. Time passed like that for a while. She was impregnated at 16 and had my sister, married my father after 4 years became pregnant with me. Then summarily divorced my father and went out on her own.

Youth was not wasted on me. I was the only male in a 5 woman household basically. There was my mom Millie, my aunt Marge and aunt Georgia as well as my older sister Mary. My sister grew up fast and married while still in high school, she was still quite young but very headstrong too and left the nest as soon as she could. Absolutely nothing physical ever happened with the women before I was 18 I am sorry to say. I suppose the very early years of a man’s life is what places him on a path of later desires maybe but at the time I was just having fun and had no idea what was going on with me.

Odd how small things like those incidents molded my conception of the woman of my fantasies. At 18, it initially wasn’t my Mother or my aunts either but a sort of general face woman Kandilli Escort with shoulder length hair and medium build on top and slim hips. Before, I’m not sure I ever thought about a woman totally naked back then because although there was Playboy, it just still didn’t show anything below the waist except maybe the faint impression of pubic hair under the gauze of semi sheer underwear. That’s it. So since I had never seen what a woman’s bottom looked like it was left to my imagination to try to place it in my fantasies. Oh, by then though I had discovered the Playboy Forum too.

The Forum was in it’s infancy when I first started to read it and there were a LOT of the entries that just simply were fantastic reading for a teen but also totally unbelievable to any thinking human being. The proverbial VW bus load of nubile naked college cheerleaders picking up a geek and ravishing him repeatedly over a 4 day holiday weekend comes to mind here. Fantasy fuel only and at a cheap price too! But it was educational as I learned words like Gay, Lesbian, cunnilingus, analingus, and my all time favorite coitus. It was funny because it took me a long time to understand what coitus meant as there was never an explanation in the Forum and I just took it to mean that it was a generally understood word to everyone…except me. I nearly fell over when I finally got it! Coitus was fucking! Holy cow!

This was my life of learning about sex by reading about it from Playboy and friends! Of course at 18 I had just graduated high school and already had a good job lined up. A neighbor from just down the street had fixed me up with a job working on the highway maintenance crew. It had really started the summer before as a summer only job but once I was close to graduation I was asked to come back full time as a regular employee. The job was 7 to 4 daily with weekends off. It was good money too as I was earning a wage that older men were supporting their families on. Not too bad for an 18 year old kid!

I had graduated no where near the top of my class and was just lucky to have a neighbor that liked me. The job was hard labor and outside work consisting of manual labor like shoveling caleche or pre-mix paving material into holes in the highway or operating the jack hammer and tearing up concrete for inspections of underground utilities and that type thing. I also was expected to drive a 6 ton dump truck with some precision and also learn to operate some heavy equipment such as front end loaders and back hoes and such. It was a great job for me and like I said it paid well.

My mother wasn’t really too impressed with me working yet as I had just graduated and since my schedule for work very closely matched my school schedule she really didn’t see the difference until I got that first paycheck and left her half the money on her bedroom nightstand.

She thought it was a joke or something and tried to give it back. My two weeks pay was a little over double what she was earning for pressing clothes in a month, so when I left her half of it she thought it was my entire paycheck and tried to give it back to me. I just laughed and told her,”Keep the money Honey, you earned it!”

My sister had gotten married three years earlier and was living out of state so it had been just me and Mom for a while. She knew me pretty well and knew I wanted a motorcycle pretty bad. Not just any bike either, oh no, I had been watching too much TV and a lot of “Then Came Bronson”. I wanted a brand new Harley Sportster. She also knew what they cost and knew I wouldn’t buy one until I could afford it over and above my living expenses. So when she saw the amount of money I had given she just figured it was all I had and was trying to give it back, so when I wouldn’t take it she was dumbfounded.

“What did I do to earn it?” She gave me a really funny questioning look and added,”Or since you left it on my bedroom nightstand, exactly what do you want me to do to earn all this money? And you do know that if that is what you are wanting me to do that it is illegal, immoral and socially unacceptable between family members don’t you?”

Not only was it what she had said that caught me off guard, but it was the low tone naughty voice she used saying it that got my attention. Evidently my Mother hadn’t missed too many issues of Playboy either and had been reading it and not just looking at the photographs! She had the teasing part down pat. I immediately began to wonder what else she knew.

“Mom, I wasn’t suggesting anything by…” I was stammering and trying to think of something quick to say that would make my embarrassment go away,”I mean that money wasn’t…I didn’t mean it like I was payin’ you for…”

Mom was smiling at me now. Not the friendly mother/son smile but the hot I’m a woman and you’re a man I want smile that you get just before the bars close. It was her eyes, they were looking into my very soul. Her hips were swaying as she stood there in a nervous Escort Kandilli kind of way. She had said it to tease me but it was clear that she was giving what had just come out of her mouth some thought too. It wasn’t just BS. It was as though she were making her mind up about something important too. Mulling it over quickly.

For me, very quickly, images of my mother flashed through my memory and these were not the type of images a son normally has of his Mother. I was flashing on her in stages of undress or dressing I had accidentally witnessed. The scenes were not erotic then, but now as I thought of them I began to stiffen. It was all happening so fast! I had just realized my Mother was a woman too. Actually what I suddenly was struck dumb by was that my Mother was a good looking woman, a damn good looking woman with a really nice body! What the hell was the matter with me!

Suddenly I was looking at her and she had that smile and was looking at me and I think at that moment she KNEW I was thinking of her naked, or almost naked. She knew I was. Her eyes glanced at my growing bulge and quickly back to my eyes. I felt my face flush and she saw it too.

“You will let me know when you’ve made up your mind, won’t you?” She said softly as she turned away.

I had been headed to the bathroom to shower but had been frozen stiff in the hall by all of this and hadn’t yet fully recovered. My mind was still processing what had been said and what my perception of the scene was. Mom was flirting with me? Why? What could a hot looking woman like my Mother possibly see in a young kid like me? Hell I worked all the time so she didn’t see me much and when she did it was something like this, a quick meeting going to or from the bathroom or kitchen.

My eyes blinked and I answered,”Yes Mom, as soon as I figure it out, I’ll tell you.” I was shaking slightly and just sort of allowed the shaking to go to my head and she was again looking at me. Actually it appeared to me as though she were looking through me as she replied,”Well it shouldn’t be too hard for you to figure out Son, but take your time and I’ll be ready for what ever you want.”

I was dazed and looked into those eyes of hers and saw that glint, the sparkle or twinkle of mischief there. She knew what she was saying. The innuendo was clear and so was the sultry voice that delivered it. She knew what she was doing but I sure as hell didn’t, or at the very least I was unclear if she actually was doing anything and certainly wasn’t clear that she wanted to do anything! Was I THAT naive? Did I miss something? WAS my Mother asking me if I wanted to “have” her? Oh hell I really needed a shower now but it was gonna need to be a lot colder now so I could think this over!

The air was suddenly hot as I went in still thinking of the way my Mother was looking at me. The way her eyes were sparkling. The tone of voice she used. She was as seductive as I had ever seen her with any man she had ever been with in front of me. I began to think of her in terms of a seductive woman. A good looking woman with a really nice body. A babe. My Mother! What the hell was getting into me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to be thinking of my Mother naked, willing and so damn good looking!

My hands twisted the knobs and turned on the water in the bath to let it run warm. It took a couple of minutes to get to an acceptable temperature. Not hot but it wasn’t spraying icicles either. I shivered as I went in under the soft spray. I lathered and began to soap myself. I wasn’t surprised to find myself hard as a rock. I couldn’t think it away and the cool water sure as hell wasn’t working so I just palmed myself and with the soap as lubricant did a very slow stroke and began to think this situation over.

What was my original intention? Good. Nice and as far away from anything naughty as could be! I hadn’t had any sexual thoughts about my Mother ever. I don’t know why. What? What kind of thinking is that? Should I have been thinking of my Mother in some degenerative sexual way all this time? I know I had been busy working but these thoughts suddenly popping into my brain were unsettling. I had thought about girls, young girls in school from time to time, but they all seemed silly and interested only in themselves. I didn’t have time for that. They smelled good and some looked really good but those girls usually wouldn’t give me the time of day. Mom smelled good too and she sure as hell looked good. Much better looking than any of the girls I had ever been with.

What brought this on? This thinking of my Mother in a sexual way. Thinking she was a real babe. A babe? Well yeah, she actually was and I guess I had just never thought of her in that way before. Well I had not had a girlfriend in school at all as I worked a lot. In my sophomore year I had gotten a part time job at K-Mart in their grocery department because it was the only thing I had any experience doing. I had bagged groceries in a really little Kandilli Escort Bayan town we had moved to when I was 12. It paid better than a paper route and I had the job for almost a year until we moved here. I didn’t work again until I was into high school because I couldn’t get a job with so many other kids in this city the good jobs were pretty scarce and I didn’t have a car so driving across town was not going to happen. So when I was 16 and a sophomore I had Mom take me to the K-Mart and talked to the grocery manager and got the job. It was an after school weekend only job at first until he could evaluate me. I got the job after the first week because I could bag, and also check and I could stock. It didn’t hurt that I wasn’t to good to sweep, mop and clean toilets either. Being a farm boy made you a jack of all trades!

Besides cleaning up spills in a tiled floor building was nothing compared to cleaning out a shitty chicken coup that had over 100 chickens in it! I also asked my Mother to drive me out to the Harley Davidson dealer so that I could “look” at the bikes. She did, but very reluctantly. No Sportsters in stock.

We had agreed that I wasn’t going to get that Sportster until I graduated so I needed some transportation to be able to get around while she was at work. I needed to be able to get from school to work and work to home and home to school. So here we were “looking” at car lots.

I saw the car I was interested in as we were passing over the RR bridge. It was on a small lot back to the side of the bridge. Almost hidden and if you weren’t looking or paying attention you’d never even see it. I know I had been over this bridge with my Mother probably 1000 times and I hadn’t seen this little lot before today. There was a small wood building painted white in the far corner of the lot, it had an unpainted wood door and a big picture glass window. Behind that big clear piece of glass sat a big guy behind a large desk chewing a cigar and watching. He didn’t come out of the little building when I got out of my Mother’s car because he could tell I was too young to deal with.

I knew I wanted the car I had seen from on top of that bridge. It had caught my eye and I fell in love with it right away even before I had a close look at it. I tried to feign interest in a couple of others he had on his little lot but my eyes kept centering on the beauty I really wanted.

It was a maroon hardtop Ford Galaxie 500 XL. A hardtop. Solid maroon in color and no vinyl top. It had white leather interior and bucket seats! Oh man I was in love. I looked it over very carefully. Tires weren’t bad. I figured I could maybe get a couple of years out of them maybe three if I took it easy. No dents or scratches. I opened the drivers door and noted that it did not sag as it opened. I closed it and it snugged up tightly with just the latch which was another good sign. This car had been well taken care of.

I wanted to hear it run and inspect the engine so I turned and looked toward the little building. My Mother had parked the car by then and was out of it and walking toward me from across the street. I only glanced at her but I think as soon as she saw my face she knew. I had my head down in thought as I turned back to head toward the little building and the cigar chewing proprietor.

“Help you folks out today?” I heard almost as I nearly ran into the big guy. He wasn’t looking at me but at Mother. Since I had stopped so suddenly I turned to give her a second glance too and saw what he was looking at. She was quite a good figure of a woman. Sleeveless blouse and tight blue slacks that showed her heart shaped ass form the rear and were well wrinkled at the crotch in the front from her sitting. Her white bra was full and swaying easily as she walked toward us, the padding was doing it’s job to the max.

I turned back toward the guy and raised my hand as if I were in his class at school and I needed his attention for permission to piss, “I’m the customer here sir.”

He eyed me up and down like a piece of meat in the market store before speaking in a raspy voice,”You don’t look old enough to be a customer of mine!”

I knew I needed to get his attention so I just stepped forward so that I was right in his face, toe to toe so to speak and loudly announced,”Well sir, If you want to sell a car today and you would like to make any money then I am the one you’ll need to deal with!”

He backed up a step and I pressed forward still speaking in a loud voice,”I’m not a pissy little kid, I have a steady job I work hard and long at for the money I earn and I do not intend to just GIVE it away.” I paused for a breath and to allow him a quick glance at my now smiling Mother before I went on,”You’ve got my car sitting over there and I want it. IF! If you turn around and go get the key so we can start her up AND if there are no issues with the engine, drive train or electrical systems.”

He cast another look at Mom, giving her the same sizing he had given me except in a sexual way instead. I realized right then that this jerk wasn’t interested in selling a kid a car, but he was interested in the kid at all until the kid’s Mother walked across the street. He wanted very badly to get the kid out of his hair so that he could meet and greet the Mother. What a babe!

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All characters are 18 and older. Descriptions of characters are omitted to allow the reader to imagine their own image of what the characters should look like. My stories are not for everyone. Either you love or hate them but I welcome all feedback, good or bad. Like a bad train wreck you want to look away, but can’t.

This story is about a military mom who lost her husband in Iraq. She herself is currently serving in the army as a tough no nonsense drill sergeant. All day long her job is to break down and reshape men and women. But the loss of her husband has left a void in her life and especially her sex life. As her son approaches manhood she takes notice of his maturing body when she catches a glimpse of him coming out of the shower. He is the spitting image of his father back when he was a teenager. That night she hatches a plan to persuade him into filling his fathers shoes. She knows he will not just willingly have the desire to bang his own mother so the plan to blackmail him as a mommy fucker to all of his friends came into fruition. Her son may be the spitting image of his father but he is a total slacker. Bad grades and all he does or thinks about is surfing, skate boarding, and snow boarding with his other slacker friends. For an army brat he has no focus or any solid plan for the future. Little does he know that his care free days were about to come to an end. Military mom is about to change all of that. Sex slave son is about to be born. That day when he comes home from school she calls him into her room.

When he opens her bedroom door, his jaw drops to see her fully naked on her bed diddling herself with a vibrator. She

says,

“Close the door Tony. Sit down in the chair next to my bed son.” Tony shields his eyes and says,

“Mom, for god sakes put some clothes on.” She snaps back,

“Shut the fuck up, sit down in that fucking chair, and look at me when I’m talking to you.”

His face sobers up as the sound of her voice cuts through the air like the crack of a whip. He walks over to the chair and sits down. She says,

“There are going to be some changes around here buddy boy. You have things way too good Tony and if you insist on acting like a toilet by flushing your life away with your slacker friends then I’m going to exploit your talents as a toilet and make you do what you do best. You’re going to become my toilet and my human boy toy and what ever else I wish you to be.” He fires right back protesting,

“Oh hell no. I know my grades have slipped but…” His mom cuts him short,

“I… said… SHUT THE FUCK UP! You talk like you have a choice in the matter. Just so we are clear, if you don’t do what I say when I say, your friends are all going to find out that you are a mommy fucker. So, oh hell yes. Now you can start by taking off your clothes and sitting in that chair.” Tony slumps his shoulders in defeat and begins to undress. His mom continues,

“Now sit in that chair, Kağıthane Escort watch, and listen.” She begins to circle her cunt with the vibrator. Her legs are spread wide so he can get a good look at her wet glistening pussy lips. She says,

“Look at it son, look at mommy’s cunt, look at the cunt that brought you into this world… That’s right son, this is where you came from… Stroke your cock for mommy son, let me see how nice and hard you get… Do it son or your friends are going to hear about it you lazy fucking bastard… Yeah, that’s it, stroke that fucking cock for me son… Get it nice and hard… Jerk off for mom while I play with my cunt… Look at it son, watch my vibrator going in and out of my wet cunt… Can you see that son?.. Does that turn you on?.. Don’t you wish that was your cock going in and out of mommy’s wet cunt?.. Huh?.. Look son look, imagine that this was your cock… You’re fucking me son… Your cock is fucking my cunt… Fuck my cunt son… Fuck it… Fuck my cunt with your cock.”

“That’s right baby, mommy wants you to stroke your cock and keep thinking about fucking my cunt… Are you having trouble with your hard on son?.. You want me to help?.. How about if mommy sucks your cock?.. Would you like that?.. Okay baby, mommy’s going to suck your cock… Watch me son… Watch my lips slide up and down your cock… So tell me son, how come you’re such a fuck up?.. Huh?.. You make mommy very angry when you toss your life away… Well from now on you have a new purpose in life… You will now be my sex slave… Any disgusting perverted sexual desire mommy needs, you will take care of… It’s your new job… It’s your new focus in life… And right now I need you to clean mommy’s ass hole with your tongue… So get over here and eat my ass doggy style.”

“Yeah that’s right, bend me over this bed and munch my ass out… I’m going to spread my ass apart and I want you to dig my ass out with your tongue… Do it mother fucker… Eat mommy’s ass hole… Fuck my ass with your tongue… Go on, push your tongue in as deep as it will go… Fuck me son… Fuck my ass hole with your tongue… Tongue fuck me… Tongue fuck my ass hole you mother fucking piece of shit… Come on son… I’m not fucking around… Mommy’s pissed off… Fuck me in my ass hole god damn it… Fuck the shit out of me with your tongue you lazy piece of crap… I’m so fucking sick of your shit… Now you’re going to pay son… Be my human toilet son… Clean your mom’s ass hole… Ha Ha Ha… Look at you, you pathetic piece of shit… Look what you’ve been reduced to… You’re a no good ass eating human toilet bowl… And a really bad one.”

“Come on son, eat my ass good…. Bury your face in there and stick that tongue in as far as it will go… Now swirl it around in there… Let me feel it… Oh yeah that’s it son… I can feel your tongue deep inside me swirling around… Okay now make that tongue Kağıthane Escort Bayan long and stiff and start fucking mommy with it… Bang mommy’s ass hole with your stiff tongue… Do it son, do it… Fuck mommy’s ass with your tongue… Stab my ass hole with your tongue… Fuck the shit out of me… Fuck me hard and fast god damn you… Come on motherfucker fuck me… That’s it fuck me… Tongue fuck me son… Tongue fuck your mother’s ass hole… That’s right it’s me son… It’s mommy… I love this… I love forcing my son to eat my ass hole… I love that he hates doing this… I love that he is grossed out by having tongue sex with his mother’s ass hole… HA HA HA look at you son… I’m your mother and you’re my son and I’m blackmailing you into eating my ass hole out and being my sex slave.”

“Okay son, that’s enough of that…. It’s time to fuck mommy… Your father died for his country… I’ve been without a good cock for years and I need to get fucked… I’m going to get on the bed and I want you to bang me like a dog really hard… Go ahead son… Put your cock in side my cunt and fuck me doggy style… Oh god yes… Now start fucking me… Yeah that’s it baby… Bang mommy… Fuck mommy’s cunt… Fuck the shit out of me son… I can take it hard and fast… Your father used to give it to me good and hard… Give me all you’ve got… Come on fuck me motherfucker… Fuck my cunt… Fuck it… Come on you good for nothing lazy piece of shit… FUCK ME… Do some real work for once and FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT.”

“Yes son yes… Fuck mommy… Fuck mommy’s wet juicy cunt… Faster motherfucker… Harder… Fuck me good… Make mommy cum son… Make your mother cum on your big hard cock… Oh my god… My son is fucking me… I’m having incest with my son… I’m having disgusting perverted incest with my son… That’s so hot to say… Did you hear that son?.. I’m going to say it again… You’re having sex with your mom… You’re fucking your mommy… That’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it… I think I’m going to cum son… You’re going to make mommy cum all over your cock son… I can’t hold it back anymore baby… That’s it… AAAAA… AAAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAAAAAAA.”

“Oh my god that was intense… You made mommy cum so hard son… But I want you to cum too son… I want an anal cream pie son… It’s the one place your father wouldn’t go… I used to have anal all the time before I married him but he wasn’t into it… I want your cock in my ass son… Go ahead son fuck my ass hole… Spit on my ass hole and shove your cock in there.”

“Ohhh fuck yeah… That feels so fucking good… Can you feel that son?.. I’m squeezing my ass muscles on your cock… Fuck me while I clinch and release my ass hole on your cock… Oh how does that feel?.. Huh you little bitch?… Huh?.. You like that?.. You like mommy’s ass hole squeezing your cock?.. You do don’t Escort Kağıthane you?.. Oh that’s it baby, fuck mommy… Fuck mommy’s ass hole… Fuck it nice and hard for me son… Come on you piece of shit fuck me… Fuck my ass hole… Fuck it… Fuck it hard… Harder god damn you… Fuck my ass hole as hard as you can you piece of shit motherfucker… That’s it son… Fuck your mom… Have anal incest with your mom… Fuck mommy in her tight ass… Do something useful for once in your pathetic little life and fuck the living shit out of your foul mouthed mother… That’s right son… It’s me… It’s mommy… This isn’t a dream… You’re actually having sex with your mom… Anal sex… Fuck me some more son… Keep fucking me… Don’t stop baby… Don’t stop fucking me in the ass… In my ass hole… The place where I take a shit… It’s where the shit comes from… You’re fucking the hole where the shit comes from son… First you licked it and now you’re fucking it.”

“Oh my god that’s hot… I’m going to make myself cum when I say shit like that… But I want you to cum baby… I want your cum inside my sweet tight ass… Are you ready to cum sweetheart?.. Are you ready to explode your cock deep inside mommy’s ass hole?.. Okay baby go ahead… Drain your balls deep inside my ass… Pump my ass full of cum… Do it son… I’m squeezing son… I’m pinching my ass hole closed around your cock… I’m making my ass hole as tight as possible… Fuck me son… Go ahead and fuck my closed ass hole baby… Use my ass hole to make you cum… Use it… Go on… Release it… Cum son… Cum for mommy… Cum inside my pinched ass hole.”

“OH FUCK MOM THAT’S IT I’M GOING TO CUM… AAAA… AAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAA… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

“Oh yes baby… Let it go… Fill me up… Pump it in there… I can feel your cock exploding deep inside my ass… That feels so fucking warm and creamy… Don’t pull out until you’ve drained all your cum into mommy’s ass hole… Let your orgasm run it’s course… Oh yes baby… That was nice… You did such a good job… You filled mommy’s ass hole up so nicely with your cum… Mommy loves her son’s cum deep in her ass… Do you want to see it?.. Do you want me to show you what you shot up mommy’s ass?.. Okay son, lay on the bed and I’m going to stand over you and fart splatter your cum all over you… That’s good now keep your eyes on my ass hole as I push it out… Mmmpff Mmmpff… I’m pushing son… I’m going to fart your cum all over you… Mmmpff… And it’s going to fart splatter everywhere… Watch it son… Here it comes… Ready?”

Just then she loudly farts out a nasty load of his cum and it splatters and sprays all the way from his stomach to his face. He is covered by the blast of his own cum as she empties out her bowels of son sperm onto him with a loud wet juicy fart that fills the room. It sounds like someone squeezing out the last of the ketchup from the squeeze bottle. She says,

“Okay son… That’s enough for today… But don’t forget that I own you and this will be your new job when ever I ask. Now clean this mess up and wait for me to call upon you again slave.”

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I had been made redundant and the employment for the area wasn’t great, l was in town with my wife and in an age-help charity shop was a card asking for volunteers and my wife suggested l apply as it will keep me doing something while l look for a proper job. I went inside to put my name down and by the time l got home there was a message from the shop asking me to come in for a chat.

I went in the next morning expecting to be interview for work in the shop, but the volunteers they were looking for were for people to help in the old persons home, l explain l had no experience, but the woman and man interviewing me said l didn’t need any training as l would simply be washing up or hoovering, but would be police checked which l didn’t mind, the interview ended and l went home to wait.

I didn’t hear anything for about 3 weeks then got a call from the woman who interviewed me to say there was a gentleman who needed help at home and would l like to meet him that afternoon, l said “yes” and she gave me his address.

The house was all alone in the country and quite large, the woman was already there when l arrived and we went inside. She made some tea while l chatted to the old man, he introduced himself as Edward, but his friends call him Ed. He was in his late 70s and looked quite sprightly for his age and we got on, before leaving it was arranged l start my volunteering the very next day at 9.30am.

When l arrived at Ed’s my first job was a bit of hoovering then filled the dishwasher as that cleaned Ed and l had a tea break, he did most of the chatting, the rest of the time was spent doing light work then l left.

By the 7th visit to Ed’s things were very relaxed between us, he would joke and ask if l have brought a nice woman for him today. I was in the kitchen when Ed wondered in and said his carer had let him down which meant he wouldn’t be having a shower again, he seemed really pissed off, so l offered to help him into the shower and he could call me when he finished, Ed jumped at the offer and we went up to the bathroom.

I helped him to undress to his pants and left him to shower while l got on with making the bed, l thought l heard Ed call me and went into the bathroom he asked if l could sponge his back, l didn’t feel embarrassed, l grabbed the sponge and began washing him. When that was done Ed turned around and from under his round belly was the longest erect cock, he raised his arms and said “now the front”, it didn’t feel awkward till l got to his round belly which he lifted with one hand then took hold of his shaft with the other hand and started wanking himself, l was mesmerised by Ed’s swollen mauve cock head, he said he wouldn’t mind if l wanked him at the same time as l washed his erection, Without thinking l rubbed soap into my hands and gently gripped his shaft and began sliding my hand up and down, Ed began sighing and letting out low whimpers then without any warning a little stream of watery spunk flowed from his urethral opening and down my hand then was washed away by the shower, he thanked me and l dried him off, Ed walked into his bedroom naked to get dressed while l made his bed. We went down stairs and before l left we sat chatting, Ed was hinting at getting wanked off on a regular basis’s, l joked how many showers does he have a day. On the way home l found an envelope in my pocket with money in and a note asking how much do l cost.

The next time l went to Ed’s l had to let myself in because he had fallen asleep in front of the telly with his robe open, but what got my attention was the porno film on the telly. I didn’t wake him, but got on with emptying the dishwasher and rinsing a few cups, l didn’t hear Ed come up behind me till l felt his arms around my waist he whispered “how much do you cost”, l had never been with another man before, but l was feeling aroused, my love life at home dried up years ago and may be it could be relief sex for me having a bit of fun with Ed, so answered what you looking for, Ed said softly “come to my room” then left the kitchen.

I stood in the kitchen trembling, l could have walked out the door, but instead l walked upstairs and poked my head around Ed’s bedroom door, he was sat naked, he saw me and beckoned me in.

I stood in front of him, Ed got to his feet and peeled my T-shirt over my head, he put his arms around me then pulled me close l could feel his hairy chest and erect nipples pressing against me, he took my hand and placed it onto his cock which l gently squeezed , Ed gave a sigh and pressed his lips to mine his tongue forced its way into my mouth our tongues entwined and l closed my eyes, at that point l found myself getting so excited, l didn’t know what to do or what Ed had planned for me, but my cock was bursting to get out.

My trousers were being unbuckled, Ed lay me on the bed and pulled my trousers and pants completely off, he faced me on my belly and lay on my back his long hard shaft sat between my bum cheeks. He was kissing my neck telling me how l was going to enjoy myself, next Ed began sliding himself up and down as if to be fucking me, his weight was causing my cock to also slide up and down on the sheet under me.

The faster Ed rubbed his cock up and down between my bum cheeks the more excited and harder my cock became and l knew it wasn’t going to be long before l shot my spunk into the sheet, but Ed yelled “here l go”, l felt his warm creamy liquid oozing between my bum cheeks. We lay on our sides Ed gripped my cock and started to wank me which he didn’t have to do for too long, l shot my load over his hand and sheet.

Ed turned me on to my back and kissed me then said he wanted to show me something, we went into another bedroom and he opened a wardrobe full of woman’s clothes then a chest of draws filled with woman’s underwear, Ed opened a jewellery box containing clip on ear-rings, necklaces, dress rings and then informed me it was his sisters room, but now he would like me to use Kadıköy Escort it, he wanted me to dress in his sisters clothes when l came to his house and as he put it, for when we have our fun.

Ed suggested we turn the bedroom into our fun room which sounded good to me, l was nervous, l was hesitant and scared, but l was also very excited, he slapped my bum took my hand and led me back into his bedroom.

I was laid face down on the bed, Ed ran his fingers up and down my spine sending a tingling throughout my body, he said softly “please suck me”, l rolled onto my side and Ed stretched out on the bed his cock standing upright. I took hold of his cock and slid my hand down to the base the purple head glistened and my mouth was instinctively drawn to the bulbous shape, l closed my lips around Ed’s hard shaft and could clearly taste his pre-cum on my tongue with a salty flavouring from when he shot his creamy load earlier. He held the back of my head to encourage me to slide my mouth up and down his long stiff shaft the excitement was building in me, Ed was raising his hips to meet my downward motions, he gave a gasp lifted his hips, “l’m cumin, drink” he murmured. I felt a warm liquid shoot from Ed’s open urethral there wasn’t a lot and l swallowed his full load then gave his cock some gentle sucking while he lay sighing. When l couldn’t get any more cum out of him, he pushed my head downwards, so l started licking and sucking his saggy balls, Ed’s sighs got louder we stay on the bed for some time till we were both exhausted.

When l did finely get from the bed to finish the cleaning Ed asked if l could do it naked the cleaning didn’t take long and before leaving we had a hot drink, yes l did dress to go home and like before there was an envelope in my pocket.

On my next visit to Ed’s he had brought pink paint for our fun room with matching pink quilt cover and pillow cases there were brushes and rollers on the bed, he had also ordered a dark pink carpet which was due the following day, Ed declared he wanted me to have a girls room if l was going to be his girl then suggested l paint in knickers and a bra which l was more than happy to do, so l stripped and got quite excited when l slid the knickers up my legs, they were a little tight, but held my cock comfortably. The bra l had to fill with padding, l could see Ed liked what he saw as he was now naked and wanking his stiff cock, l opened a tin of paint to start the decorating, but Ed stopped me and said “be a good girl”, l knew what he wanted so knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth.

I took his shaft between my lips, he held the back of my head and began fucking my mouth, Ed’s cock head reached the back of my throat, l tried my hardest not to choke but l was having trouble because Ed was really ramming his cock hard into my mouth, l was about to pull my head back when he let out “swallow, swallow every drop”, l didn’t have much choice because his warm salty liquid dribble down my throat into my stomach, but l would have happily drank all Ed shot.

Once he had emptied his creamy load Ed left me to get on with the decorating dressed in his sisters knickers and bra, in just over two hours l had painted the room also put the quilt and pillows on the bed, once the pink carpet goes down no one could say it wasn’t a girls room, my room.

While l was alone in the room l took the opportunity to go through one of the wardrobes and found some quite sexy outfits that l couldn’t wait to try on and best of all there were four wigs of different colours and styles, l was very tempted to try a few dresses and a wig on to surprise Ed, but through rushing to paint l had pink dots all over me, so went for a shower.

I turned the shower on and before l had removed my knickers and bra Ed appeared smiling in the doorway, l was about to strip when he asked me to stand under the cascading water in the knickers and bra. I did as l was asked, Ed began stripping then joined me under the shower, he lathered my whole body and told me to put my hands on the wall, he put a hand around me and slid it into my knickers to grip my cock, l let out a gasp his hard shaft pressed against my bum cheeks the crutch of the knickers l was wearing was pulled to one side.

My heart was pounding and my breathing turned to pants as the head of Ed’s cock slid between my bum cheeks he softly asked me to push my peach shaped bum out, l knew what was going to happen l had been expecting it to happen. The bulbous head of his cock began to part my hole which l did find uncomfortable, Ed must have been almost fully inside me when he whispered “your man pussy is perfect”, he pushed the full length of his slim hard cock up inside me, “l’m gonna get you pregnant” he declared. He eased his shaft part way out of my arse hole then thrust it back inside me, Ed was holding my cock so as he fucked me it felt like he was also wanking me the speed he was fucking me got faster, l could hear him mumbling “is that good Kathy, is it good”, l didn’t say anything, he and l were enjoying the fuck in the shower.

I knew Ed was close to shooting his load as the head of his cock really did balloon and l could feel that even more because his shaft was firmly inserted up inside my man pussy as he called it. He gripped me tight and opened the gates to his balls, gush after gush shot from the end of his cock filling my rear, l played along with him getting me pregnant and said “l’m going to need bigger dresses when l get pregnant”, Ed’s cock slowly slid from my man pussy followed by a little trickle of his spunk which was washed away by the water.

I finished washing the paint off while Ed dried himself, it was then l asked who is Kathy, he explained she was his sister and confessed she was also his lover, he always wanted to get her pregnant, but it just didn’t happen. So, l asked if he wanted me to pretend getting pregnant as l could put a pillow under a dress, Kadıköy Escort Bayan Ed immediately replied “yes” then declared he is going to enjoy getting me pregnant and from then on our role play started he was the husband and l was his wife who he was going to get pregnant.

The next time l went to Ed’s we didn’t have time for any fun as he had forgotten about a hospital appointment, but before going he said it was his birthday the coming Thursday and was having 2 or 3 friends around for a drink, adding he would like me to be the hostess and without thinking l replied “l would love to”, then as Ed went out the door he told me to have a look at our fun room, so l did the tidying as quickly as l could then went into my pink fuck bedroom. The deep shagpile carpet was down and looked great, he had hung pictures of naked pregnant woman being fucked on one wall and the other were large naked woman in sexual poses and just above the headboard hung a large close up of a cock wedged firmly into a dripping pussy.

I took my shoes and socks off and walked over to the chest of draws and began sorting out something to wear for Ed’s birthday party then it hit me, l was going to be dressed as his wife and his friends were going to be there, a feeling of apprehension mixed with excitement stirred inside me and excitement won the day, l carried on looking through the draws and found a girdle that had suspenders attached, in another drawer there were black stockings and all the knickers were the high sensible type, but l managed to find a thin black pair, next l looked through one of the wardrobes and picked out a black dress with a little split at the back which l was tempted to make higher, all l had to decide on now was which colour and style of wig to wear.

Then as l was leaving the room l realised that l hadn’t picked out what jewellery l was going to wear for Ed’s birthday as he would want me to look my best in front of his friends. The jewellery box played a tune when l opened the lid, l picked out a heart pendent neckless and dangling clip on earrings then tried two large dress-rings which fitted my little fingers, l laid everything onto the bed then went downstairs and before leaving l left Ed a note telling him l need lipstick and eye makeup, ending the note with ‘looking forward to your birthday’.

I informed my wife l may be late Thursday or not home at all because Ed had invited me and a few friends for a birthday drink, of course l left out l would be the hostess. Thursday came and l left for Ed’s, l was so excited, l couldn’t wait to try on the clothes l had picked out and have Ed introduce me to his friends, l wondered what they might say or how they would treat me. Arriving at Ed’s l noticed there were no other cars parked outside, l knocked on the door it swung open and l went inside, Ed asked me to hurry and change because his friends would be arriving soon and he wanted me to answer the door to them, l told Ed he was to wait down stairs and l will come down when l had changed. Rushing to my pink fuck room l quickly stripped and put on the stockings then the girdle, next padded out my tits and stepped into the black dress, l had a bit of trouble zipping the back.

I looked into the large wall mirror and fitted the auburn bob wig, l saw Ed had got the lipstick, it was a blood dark red l ran the lipstick around my lips and applied the eye makeup, next came the heart neckless and earrings then last of all l slid the dress-rings onto my little fingers. I looked in the mirror and turned one way then the other, took a deep breath and went downstairs.

Ed met me in the hallway, l asked if l looked alright he didn’t answer just pulled me to him and we kissed, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths, we were interrupted by the door-bell chime sounding, Ed released me to answer the door l was nervous as hell and took a deep breath before opening the door. On the doorstep were three gentleman all about the same age as Ed, l asked them in and as they passed me each one kissed me on the cheek except one called Richard he had a grope of my bum and remarked “nice and firm” this made me feel more relaxed.

Once they were all in the lounge l took in the drinks glasses and Ed introduced me by telling everyone he was breeding with me then introduced his friends, Richard, Cyril and Norman who was the designated driver so couldn’t drink, l said it was nice to meet them then told Ed l had a few bits to do around the house then l’ll join them, he slapped my bum, l left them to reminisce and drink.

I was in the dining room when Norman came in and asked for a cup of tea, he stood very close and had a cheeky grin he stated that Ed had told him all about me, it was wrong of me but l flirted with him even letting Norman kiss me which turned into a full blown deep French kiss, l put a hand onto his groin and had a hard thick cock pressing against my palm. Norman put a hand under my skirt, “wow stockings” he gasped, l stopped him there and said l’ll bring his tea into him, but he wanted more asking me for a quickie, l giggled and told him he was a naughty man and went into the kitchen to make the tea and Norman went back into the lounge.

I made Norman his tea and took it into him then sat next to Ed making sure that Norman and Cyril who were sat opposite me got a good view up my dress. Ed poured me a drink and after two hours of drinking everyone was quite merry and l was receiving sexual comments from all the men and loving it. A song came on the radio and Ed asked me to dance as we swayed around the room we began kissing and he began fondling my bum which came to a stop when Cyril cut in and ask Ed if he could taste his breeding mare, Ed replied “by all means”, Cyril pressed his lips to mine we French kissed as the other’s watched on, then Cyril took my hand and placed it on his groin his cock was hard, but not as large or thick as Ed or Norman’s.

As l kissed Cyril the other Escort Kadıköy men and Ed began chanting “take the dress off, off, off”, l turned around and let Cyril unzip my dress which fell to the floor, l got wolf whistles. Which seem to encourage me to do something, so l got to my knees in front of Cyril and took out his cock then gave his stiff shaft a few slow wanks before taking him into my mouth, he gasped and pushed his cook to the back of my throat. I couldn’t quite get his shaft into my throat but he was enjoying the sucking l was giving him, Cyril’s whimpers got louder when l gently squeezed his balls then he let out a cry “l’m cuming”, l kept my lips tight around his shaft so as not to waste any of his sweet tasting steaming hot load as Cyril shot the last of his spunk l thought he was going to keel over, but he made it back to the armchair looking exhausted.

They hadn’t finished with me yet Robert got to his feet and helped me up then told me to lose my knickers which l stepped out of he then put me on all fours on the sofa took his hard-throbbing cock out and eased it’s purple shiny head between my bum cheeks straight into my waiting arse hole. I have to admit Robert’s shaft was more comfortable than Ed’s, l wiggled my bum, he took hold of my hips and started fucking me, the rest of the men were cheering and egging him on to fuck me faster. Robert was really ramming his shaft home into me the sensation was driving me wild, “you need a good fucking, don’t you” he growled, my reply was “give it to me baby” and Robert was doing just as l asked, he yelled loudly “l’m cuming!” pulled me onto his shaft and began delivering his payload deep into my rear, l was panting heavily catching my breath. Once he emptied his ball sack, Robert slid his shaft from me and congratulated Ed for having such a good breeding mare, l didn’t get chance to move as Norman was now behind me with his cock in hand ready to take his turn with me.

I felt Norman sliding up inside me, l would say he was the same size as Ed, but more rough, Norman had a very tight grip of me and fucked me hard, as he did he was calling me an old man’s spunk dump. He kept up a really fast rhythm which began to give me a stiff cock the other men were encouraging him to shoot his load, but Norman just carried on fucking me deep and hard, Ed stood in front of me and stuffed his cock into my mouth, held the back of my head and began fucking my throat.

All of a sudden l had an earth-shattering climax my whole body convulsed as the two men spit-roasted me and as l slowly came out of my exploding climax, Norman let out a gasp and began filling my rear with quite a full hot creamy load of his spunk, Ed pulled my head onto his cock and yelled “l’m coming baby, l’m cuming”, l felt his hot sticky cum sliding down my throat, l managed to gulp sending the load straight into my stomach as Ed slid his pre-stiff cock from my throat l got the distinct taste of his salty spunk on my tongue.

Norman wiped his spunk dripping cock over my bum and l didn’t waste a single drop of Ed’s load he got a good sucking, when they put their cocks away l got from the sofa and a gush of spunk flowed from my male pussy and ran down my legs even my own cock dribbled with cum. Ed beckoned me and asked for a kiss then after our hard French kiss he remarked l’d better take a shower and a change of clothes.

I was in the shower when Cyril came into the bathroom turned off the shower then ordered me to my knees, took out his cock and started peeing over me, when he finished l re-showered and went to my pink fuck bedroom and picked out another set of clothes, but l wanted to look different, so dressed in just bra and knickers with a see through silky slip and this time wore the long haired dark wig, replenished my lipstick and went back to the lounge.

The men were now quite drunk except for Norman who was the designated driver l did try wanking Ed, Cyril and Richard but gave up, so me and Norman left the other’s to carry on drinking while l took him to my pink fuck bedroom.

Norman and l lay on the bed kissing, his cock had recovered from earlier so l began wanking him, he asked if l would consider coming to his house to clean then winked and offered me benefits of £20 an hour, but he wanted me to dress as a nurse, he will supply the uniform.

I didn’t have to think for long and said “yes”, but emphasized l would still be looking after Ed as well, Norman agreed. We got into a 69, l was forcing my mouth down onto his shaft taking Norman deep into my throat the crutch of my knickers were being pulled to one side, l felt a warm wet feeling around my cock and Norman flicked the tip of his tongue over my urethral opening. I was then rolled onto my back Norman lifted my legs and took position then slid his hard cock into my man pussy right up to his balls there was no slow start he was ramming his shaft in and out calling me a two-timing bitch because l was Ed’s fuck mare.

What with Norman groaning and me panting we were quite loud fucking then he let out “oh yes, yes!”, l felt his cock pulsating then the hot liquid began oozing from his cock head filling my rear, when l was full Norman slid his shaft from me, l rolled onto my side and he slapped my bum telling me he will give Ed his address and hopes to see me soon then left to get drunk Robert and Cyril home.

I didn’t go down stairs, but waited for Ed to come to bed, he wasn’t in a fit state to do anything as l did try giving him a good suck, so l surprised him in the morning by putting a pillow up my slip to look pregnant then when he noticed my bump l confessed l didn’t know if he got me pregnant or it was one of his friends it was then Ed came to life l was put on all fours and fucked hard, l don’t know what it was, but he really gave my man pussy a full sticky load much more than normal.

The following week l started cleaning Norman’s house dressed as a nurse and it turned out there was a reason he wanted me in a nurse uniform and once Robert and Cyril found out how good l can clean and take care of Norman and Ed’s needs they too wanted me to visit them, my volunteering turned into a full-time job that paid a good wage with great benefits and fun.

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Mike shuddered and tried to move as people stampeded by.

“Dad, hold still,” Alex said, his voice tinged with desperation as he kept his father on his back, ignoring the frightful chest wound. “You just need to-“

“Alex, listen to me,” Mike breathed, lifting his head slightly to look at his only son. “Listen carefully.”

Alex nodded and took his father’s hand, trying to not stare at the massive red stain that was spreading across his chest. He stared into those electric blue eyes, so very like his own, but now…

“Alex,” Mike grunted, straining and speaking hoarsely through clenched teeth. “You… my family… we are not special… we are of no great destiny… there is no… predestined future for you, no promise of glory…”

He took Alex’s hands in both of his, looking up at his son. “But that means… your destiny… is your own, son. Yours to carve out, to make great… like I… like I w…”

“Dad…” Alex said, his voice trembling as he ignored the chaos around him.

Mike spasmed and strained, holding back something, struggling to speak. “It’s up to you… to look after you mom… and Alli… and be the man I know you can be…”

Alex squeezed his eyes shut and held his father’s hands tightly as Mike fought for breath. “Make something of yourself, Alex! Grab your destiny by the-“

“You two are taking paintball way too seriously,” Karen sighed, standing over her husband and son, wearing a tight camouflage outfit, and her paintball rifle sitting on her hip. Behind her, Alexa and Andrea just looked on, unimpressed.

“Aw, but it’s more fun this way, mom!” Alex protested while Mike burst out laughing.

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Mike & Karen

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!

Please Note: There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.

Chapter XX- A Fashionable Science Girl

Blackwell Manor, early March…

Alexa had taken it upon herself to wander down into the various basements and begin exploring on her own. Though she’d been shown all three sub-levels before, she’d never really had the time to come and just begin looking around.

One thing she could appreciate was that the hallways were all dry and brightly lit. Even with the long lengths of metal and polymer tubes running along or near the ceilings, everything felt orderly and efficient. It appealed to the Blackwell in her.

Andrea, who was the mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate (with unofficial backup from the two groundskeepers, Dave and Yolatunde), kept the place in seemingly immaculate shape, even going so far as to keep dust out of the corridors when she wasn’t working on a genuine project.

“Do the tough stuff first, and everything gets easier,” Andrea had said. “Leaves me more time for my OCD projects, if I have the boring and un-fun stuff out of the way first.”

Alexa had seen examples of Andrea’s OCD in one of the plumbing rooms. She’d inspected the room, ordered new pipes in various widths and gauges, and then refitted everything, so that all the pipes were literally lined up in a row along the wall, or in contained frames according to size and purpose. And while it may have been unnerving to look at, it would no doubt drastically cut down on the amount of time Andrea had to spend on finding and fixing any issues.

Alex and Mike had both approved, making references to ‘modular battlemechs’, whatever that meant. Alexa didn’t really want to know.

But she wasn’t down here to look at Andrea’s OCD plumbing and wiring, sexily efficient as it might be. She’d come to check out the rooms that only four people had keys for- Mike, Karen, Alex, and herself. And these were the spaces where endless numbers of Blackwell heirlooms were kept, some of them literally centuries old.

She came to the door of one of the rooms and smirked- the door was heavy wood, and bound with iron, ridiculously out of place. Every bit as ridiculous was the large, heavy metal key she now carried on an iron ring, along with three others. She was aware of the fact that these rooms were tied to Ari’s security systems, so the old-timey keys were just an indulgence they’d kept up with, because why not?

Goodness, how she loved her quirky family.

Alexa inserted the key and turned it, trying not to giggle at the loud clank! sound as the door unlocked. She pushed the weighty door open with a grunt, turning and waving at the small security camera in the hallway before entering. She’d been in here before with her sister, but only briefly, just getting the rundown on how things worked. Now was her time to really explore.

She turned on the lights and there was a hum as the various overheads İstinye Escort powered up. She gazed in awe at the rows she was meant to walk down, either side lined with heirlooms and artifacts of the Blackwell family deemed too valuable or sensitive to be kept upstairs. Walking slowly, Alexa took a look at the various items, all carefully categorized and labeled, or having brass stamps attached to their displays.

Great care had been given to the lighting, both for presentation, and also to make sure nothing was damaged by strong photonic exposure. Alexa had seen so many paintings, murals, and frescoes in Europe faded and damaged beyond repair by the effects of the sun, careless lighting, or endless camera flashes. She was glad these items were being protected.

Inside a display case sat several round cylinders and tablets made of clay, covered in cuneiform. She couldn’t read what they said (she’d have Alex come and translate for her one day), but there were brief descriptions of what each one entailed.

One was a note of complaint, apparently the oldest such example known anywhere, from the Sumerian city of Ur, circa 1750 BC. One businessman griping at another. Some things never changed.

Another was identified as a hymn to the Sumerian and Assyrian goddess Ninkasi, who was apparently the goddess of spirits, such as wine and beer. She’d heard Alex and Mike talk about recreating the recipe described herein.

She came across a small glass case, and inside it sat a skull. The skull was bound in places with iron bands, and etched onto those bands was a flowing script, created in medieval Mongolia. The skull belonged to a warlord named Targetai, and had come into the family’s possession during the Colonial Wars of the eighteenth century.

A Roman gladius sat on a small stand, belonging to some general of note who’d campaigned in Germany and Britain.

In a display case lay many coins made of gold and silver, all of them from the Spanish Main, from the time when her ancestors had acted as privateers against England’s rivals in the Caribbean. Her family, already wealthy as businesspeople and landowners, became even wealthier when they plundered the gold and jewels from Spain’s treasure fleets with Drake and other gallant adventurers…

… there she was.

Propped up against the wall, she towered over Alexa, leaning forward and fixed in place with various braces to support her considerable weight. She must have been nearly three meters long or tall, her paint job restored in glorious detail. Her keen blue eyes gazed out across the room, and her gold-leaf hair glinted in the light.

This was the figurehead of the earliest Thunderhawk, the vessel whose crew had fought the Spanish Armada at the command of Drake (who was a busy man, seemingly).

She was clearly modeled after a Blackwell woman of the period, since her face had the regal cast, and the aquiline features. Not to mention the blonde hair and blue eyes.

Alexa saw another feature and smiled.

She saw a small ladder nearby, went over and grabbed it to set it down in front of the figurehead. It was no more than five feet tall, with sturdy legs and a wide base on top. She clambered up the steps nimbly and stood on the base, now eye-level with her ‘ancestor’.

With a smirk, she lifted her shirt, exposing her tits, her eyes never leaving the figurehead’s.

“Mine are bigger,” she said in a saucy tone. She wiggled her chest at the inanimate woman for a moment, then hopped down, pleased with herself. She returned the ladder to where she’d found it and kept exploring.

A ridiculous winged helmet, made of cheap metal. The little plaque indicated it was an original prop from Wagner’s premiere of ‘Die Walküre’, the second opera in his Ring Cycle. She smiled to think that maybe Amalie Materna had worn this very helmet at Bayreuth in 1876. Somebody upstairs had to know.

Old medieval tablets were spaced along the wall, carved with images and Latin texts about Crusader knights, the brass plaques describing yet more of her ancestors. Over the centuries, many had belonged to the Order of St. John, her mother had told her, and they’d even quietly visited very old graveyards in continental Europe, and some of the accessible catacombs in Paris, where many of her ancestors were said to be buried.

She sighed and looked out over the vast room, with all the… stuff… that it contained, knowing there were two more just like this. And all this was just the part that Harcourt Blackwell had brought with him when he’d abandoned the family titles and moved to the colonies. There was apparently a lot more back in England too, but the eldest Blackwell had brought the treasures he esteemed most.

It was odd to think that if the eldest line had stayed in England, she and Kar would likely be titled as countesses now. The head of the Blackwell family was an earl back in the old country. When she and mom had moved to Cardiff, they’d discussed possibly Escort İstinye revealing themselves to the family, since Hampshire wasn’t that far away, but ultimately decided against it.

Because Alexa had not grown up in that life, and it was Miranda’s conclusion that she shouldn’t have to undertake it if she didn’t want to. Her mom was slowly dying, and she wanted the choice to be Alexa’s alone.

Alexa suspected that perhaps the thought of revealing herself to her family again after abandoning them without a word nearly twenty years earlier was just too hard for her mother to bear, and Alexa didn’t blame her if that influenced her decision.

They’d never know what happened to drive Miranda away in the span of one night, but whatever it had been had scared the strongest woman Alexa had ever known (barring her older sister) enough to simply leave, and take her younger daughter without explanation. It bothered Alexa, and it hurt, but she accepted that there was something she simply did not know. It was something her mother had taken to the grave, and Alexa would respect that.

She now espied many long, wide and thin crates.

Many, many long, wide and thin crates.

Dozens of them. Dozens on them, stacked over one another on strong, low frames.

She walked over and looked down at them curiously, her hands touching the simple wood.

There seemed to be no plaques indicating what was held within. Each crate was maybe two meters (just over six feet) wide, and more than twice as long. They were around twenty centimeters (eight inches) thick. Curious. Just plain wood that one would make every day shipping crates out of.

Faded words were stamped onto the wood, in blue ink.

In German?

Alexa bit her lip as she reached for a corner of the crate before her, noticing that they were not nailed or sealed shut. With some effort, she lifted the corner enough to let the overhead lights shine down, revealing what was inside…

She promptly dropped the lid back in place, turning around and leaning against the crate, blushing. It was several seconds before she realized she’d forgotten to breathe.

She had so many questions for her sister and her brother-in-law.

Alexa took a deep breath and moved on.

In a long display case sat an exquisite (if somewhat corroded in places) swept-hilt military rapier. She’d seen dozens like it in museums across France, Germany and Italy. She didn’t know weapons history like Alex or Mike did, but she could tell it was French in origin from its general lines and embellishment.

And there was some sort of writing engraved into the length of the blade. She leaned in closer to see if she could read it.

Dédiée au service de notre reine bien-aimée, sa majesté Anne d’Autriche.

“Dedicated in the service of our beloved Queen, Her Majesty Anne of Austria…” Alexa murmured, reading aloud to herself.

Always more questions.

Alexa sighed and decided she’d seen enough for today. She walked back to the entrance to the room and turned off the lights. She closed the heavy door and locked it with her heavy key, then turned and headed toward the end of the hall and the stairs back up to the main floor.

“Hi, Miss Blackwell,” Andrea said cheerfully as she swished down the corridor, wearing the strategically tight coveralls she seemed fond of and a white tank top underneath. Her favourite habitual large wrench was resting on her shoulder. “Checkin’ out the goodies?”

“I’ll never understand my family, Andrea…” Alexa sighed as she walked by.

Andrea paused for a moment, considering what one of her employers had just said, and then shrugged.

“Welp, that makes two of us,” she concluded before continuing down the hall to one of the electrical rooms.

***

University of Toronto, St. George Campus, March 1987…

“Ugh, I still can’t believe we had to come back here after that time at your place, Kar,” Lisa sighed as she walked around the dorm room in her underwear and nothing else. “Everything feels so… tiny and boring.”

“I must disagree, I find the change quite invigorating,” Karen replied, sitting in her comfy chair and watching her roomie mill about, fussing. She didn’t know why Lisa was complaining, exactly, outside of just being Lisa. After all, she’d taken her, and Mona and Janet, to get mani-pedis and facials at a spa nearby only two days ago. Their lives were hardly tragic. “And were you not the one who referred to the place where I grew up as a… oh, what was it… a marble mausoleum?”

“Oh, c’mon, let that one go,” Lisa whined, now getting onto her bed and kneeling on it, fumbling about for something. “I was so hung over, and you were playing that music so loudly.”

“I forgave you before DeBourne had even carried you off to the kitchen to rid you of your affliction,” Karen said easily, waving it off. She adored her roomie’s quirks, with the possible exception of her snoring and lactose intolerance. “That aside, though, İstinye Escort Bayan you know full well I am enjoying my life here on campus. It allows me liberties I would not have back in my parents’ domicile.”

“Is that a fancy way of saying that it’s easier to lez out with a little Jewish redhead here on campus than it would be with mumsy and daddykins looking over your shoulder all the time?” Lisa teased, pulling a large pneumatic shoulder massager out from beneath her bed. She’d become acquainted with it recently, and quite involuntarily, after Karen had pinned her down and used it on Lisa’s womanhood in order to sober her up after she’d nearly blown their ruse against the Chinese businessmen with her drunken antics.

She found she’d grown quite fond if it, in fact, in small doses and under controlled conditions. She folded one of her towels over and then laid it atop the knobs that vibrated. She wiggled around until her panty-covered pussy was resting lightly against the towel, then reached down and turned on the device on its lowest setting.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah…” she sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the ride, her hands resting on her thighs. “That’s the stuff…”

“I am not sure whether I am pleased that you found someone new, or insulted that I was so easily replaced,” Karen remarked, watching the show with her chin resting on the back of her fingers, an amused look on her face. “I prithee, Miss Heyman, what does she do that I cannot?”

“Nothin’,” Lisa moaned, undulating her hips now, a decided wet spot developing on them. “But it only happens when I’m wantin’ it, it can’t pin me down and orgasm the bejeezus out of me to make me behave.”

“Nice to know there are some deficiencies,” said the bronze-haired goddess, smirking. “But I am beginning to think you actually like being dominated.”

“Jus’ because you can do it,” panted the redhead, squirming now, the abused machine humming below her, “doesn’t mean other people can… I’m feisty.”

“I seem to recall DeBourne having his way with you,” Karen mused. “Every which way but sexually.”

“Oh, like you’d do any better,” Lisa hissed, her body flushing pink now as she rode her new ersatz toy. She was grinding her hips rhythmically, pressing her pussy down harder on the padded knobs that were vibrating so delightfully. “You’d get rag-dolled like everyone else, princess.”

“Very true, but I would also not misbehave in front of him in order to earn such retribution.”

“You’re the bi one, not me, so believe that all you want,” Lisa managed to say, reaching up and squeezing her little breasts. Her body was shiny with sweat now, and she knew she wasn’t far off from her destination. “Ooooooh…”

“Kno-ooock!” Janet said as she opened the door and breezed in, followed by Mona, who was carrying her sketch pads and other supplies in a bag over her shoulder. “Thought we’d come by and ask if- oh, Jesus, Heyman!”

“You know to actually knock, not just say the word,” Lisa gasped, not slowing down at all, and not actually giving a damn that they’d come in. Mona and Janet had caught her in too many compromising positions before (usually with Karen) for her to have any embarrassment about it now. “You’ve been told to knock if you don’t wa- gnnnnnn!- don’t wanna see naughty things…”

“She’s got you there, girl,” Mona agreed, setting down her backpack and rummaging about in it long enough to pull out a small camera. “Not like we haven’t been told million times over the past year and change. And how many times have we caught you spiked on DeBourne, and you didn’t care? Li, don’t cum yet, I wanna snap some pics that I can draw from for my course.”

“Just don’t… show ’em off…” Lisa warbled, arching her back and pressing down with her hips. “An’ change my hair colour!”

“I’ll even give you bigger tits, just to make sure nobody knows it’s you,” Mona said easily, squatting down and snapping shots, the flashbulb on her little camera rotating with each photo. “That’s it, keep it goin’, babe.”

“Gnnnnnnnnn!” Lisa moaned, straining to hold on long enough for her art major friend to get whatever she needed. Lisa had never considered herself or been considered sexy before she’d met these three, so it pleased her no end that Karen found her sensual and sexually desirable, and that Mona was more than happy to use her for her erotic artwork.

“I swear, it’s like I’m living in a porn studio,” Karen sighed, shaking her head and eliciting giggles from both Mona and Janet. They knew she wasn’t serious, that this was her commenting just for effect. Karen was, if anything, more sexually charged than all three of her friends put together. Bisexual by nature, and with a very active libido, she’d been Lisa’s casual lover and go-to girlfriend almost since the day they met during move-in day in freshman year.

And none of them objected, either. Karen was incredibly elegant and dignified, yet uninhibited with her sexual desires. She was more than happy to let Mona use her in nude artwork, even those with an erotic twist when necessary for her courses or just practice. She regularly nude-modeled for the art department, much to everyone’s delight, since she had a body that was to die for. With few exceptions (basically terminally straight women and gay men), she was everyone’s erotic fantasy.

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Chris Smyth is an eighteen-year-old boy living with his twin sister, Caryn and their thirty-four year old divorcee mother Louise. Money is tight. They live in a small two-bed room apartment. Chris has one bedroom. Louise and Caryn sleep in the other.

One night Chris got up to get a snack. He was heading toward the kitchen when suddenly the unsuspecting teen noticed there was a little light in the corridor. He came closer noticing it was emitting from the women’s bedroom.

The teenager was curious so he tiptoed to the half adjacent door. Chris peered in to see his mother and sister lying naked on Louise’s bed. The surprised son stood there in bewilderment looking at the scene. Caryn had her hand on their mother’s pussy rubbing it.

He should be offended. Instead the boy was fascinated. A teenage dick hardens as the excitement grows with the forbidden vision.

Mmmmhhh,” he hears his mother moans.

Caryn’s fingers slip between the folds of their mother’s pussy. Louise watch as her daughter rubs the engorged clit. The sexy girl pushes two fingers into a wet cunt.

“Would’ya like me to do that to you?” Louise asks.

“Oh yes, mother,” Caryn answers softly, removing the fingers from the taboo pussy, “I would.”

Chris could see his sister trembling with anticipation. Young, curvy legs open waiting for the parent’s fingers. Louise places a gentle hand over the brown haired muff.

“Ohh. Ahhhhhh!” Caryn moans as Louise gently works her way between the young moist labia. “Oh Mom, that feels so good,” the hot daughter gasps opening willing legs wider.

Chris’s cock stiffens even more while staring at the forbidden acts of his mother and sister. He could see Caryn’s clit throb as their mother softly teases it between the pleasure making digits. Louise rubs her daughter’s clit tenderly. Occasionally a long finger dips into the warm cunt.

The turned on mother then picks up Caryn’s hand. It is guided towards her own smooth pussy. His sister immediately rubs the wet cunt.

“Oh Baby!” Louise sighs feeling her daughter’s fingers explore, “Oh Baby! Oh, that’s nice.”

Louise turns to Caryn. She leans over into a kiss. Their fingers work in unison on each other’s clits.

The kiss becomes a deep French one as passions mount quickly. The pleasuring making digits speeds up the probing. The two forbidden tongues dance a tango.

Caryn’s body begins to tremble. A set of firm hips gyrates to the mother’s fingers. The daughter speeds up her own massaging.

“Oooooooooooh!” Louise moans softly into her daughter’s mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Caryn groans feeling a strong climax rising.

The women’s fingers drive relentlessly onwards. The two lovers are working to make the other cum first. It was a game of sexual domination.

Chris finds a steel hard rod ready to be jacked off. The lusting teen watches his female relatives make love. He was amazed how beautiful a vision it was.

“Oooooooh Mother,” Caryn moans louder breaking the kiss, “I’m gonna cum.”

The young girl’s body begins to tremble. The mother’s fingers work faster. Caryn starts shaking violently. A trim back arches into the pleasure making digits.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” the hot daughter does a suppressed scream of pleasure.

Louise’s body now trembles. Her head lashes from side to side. A rotating pelvis swivels to the daughter’s active fingertips. She taunts and flexes rapidly.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!” A squeal of pleasure emits.

“Omigod, Mom!” Caryn announces in a pant, “I’m cummmmmin’! I’m really cummin’!”

“Yes, Baby, yes!” Louise responds, falling back onto the bed, “I’m also cummin’! You’re makin’ you mother’s leak lik’a an old faucet!”

Then both women, on backs, is humping and contorting to the other’s fingers. They twist and vibrate as a joint climax rises. Then both freeze as the final waves of thrills capture the sexy bodies.

Sounds of heavy breathing fills the room as wave after wave of orgasmic sensation crashes over them. Their fingers still teasing dedicatedly each other’s clits. Finally both women go flaccid.

It was over. Chris was enthralled at the sight of his mother and sister’s gorgeous sweat covered bodies laying there basking in the afterglow of the taboo love making session. He strokes slowly as their hands falls away from each other’s pussies.

He tries to get a better look. Moving forward Chris accidentally touches the door that gives a squeak. Both mother and sister hear it and look up.

He sees on his mother’s face embarrassment. Chris feels kind of stupid. Caryn wasn’t shamefaced at all.

“Hi Chris,” She smiles inviting, “Come on an’ join us.”

The peeping Tom brother didn’t say anything at first. He stares at the sexy, sweaty, naked bodies of this mother and sister. They are so beautiful.

Caryn sits up hunching a well-rounded rack proudly. Brown nipples stood erect and ready. The brazen sibling was being an obvious vixen.

“Doncha want Chris to join us, Mommy?” She coos to Louise.

The still İstiklal Escort uncomfortable mother didn’t respond. Yet the surprised parent wasn’t all that shamed. There hadn’t been an attempt to cover up. A sense of excitement was moving through her body.

“Well,” she coyly responds, “if he wants to.”

“Come on, Chris,” the hot Caryn purrs, “Come on over here.”

Caryn and Louise were identical in physique. Both were 5’4, athletic built, with dark eyes and long brown hair. Both had 36C breasts. Chris was hotter than he had ever been.

Moving closer, the brother had his first chance to see the pair of forbidden pussies. His sister’s was shaved. His mother’s was a pretty brown covered muff. The teenager’s first desire to eat the pair arose.

Both women now notice the cockhead peeking from the top of the jockey briefs. He hadn’t really replaced the rod from masturbating. A coating of pre-semen was over the helmet.

“Oh mommy,” the sexy sister coos hotly, “Look what a big cock Chris got!”

Caryn suddenly pulls Chris’s pants down. The harden dick bounces with the freedom. It points directly at the two women.

Louise looks at the youthful cock. Her son’s member was at least eight inches. It was pulsating wonderfully. The initial embarrassment seemed to be passing away. Her nipples harden.

Caryn was excited at the sight. Her brother was a handsome lad. She had admitted to herself years ago the desire for this hot, muscular body. Only being Chris being her sibling had stopped anything from happening. Now it seems that wasn’t going to be barrier anymore.

She stands up and moves in front of him. With a tracing finger across a washboard abdomen, the sexy sibling steps closer. The lusting sister places a set of ruby lips on his.

A quick tongue enters his mouth as a set of rounded breasts presses against his chest. The warmth of the taboo body was something Chris could not ignore.

They lock deeply into a French kiss. The two teenager’s hands roam the other’s body. The brother’s hard, large cock presses against the sister’s firm stomach.

Louise becomes wet between the legs. The sight of her naked twin children engaged in a lustful, hot kiss was beautiful. It is so erotica extreme.

Caryn starts moving downward. A trail of kisses continues onto the flat abdomen. To a very erect dick.

Chris feels the soft warmness of her mouth surrounded his hard cock. Caryn sucks in the taboo shaft to the hilt. A hungry mouth seals around the pulsating tool.

“Omigod!” Chris moans at the fantastic feeling, “You’re mouth is wonderful, sis!”

“That’s it, Baby,” Louise cheers hotly, “Take all of your brother’s cock! Make love to that magnificent tool!”

The sibling’s knees give out. Chris cave onto the bed. The hot teenager falls backwards onto the sheets.

Chris looks over at his mother. Louise smiles and moves towards him. The sexy mother places curvy legs on both sides of a fit torso. A rounded ass Rest on the six-pack abdomen.

Chris wraps hands around a trim lower back. With a grin, Louise leans over him. The son’s face buries into the forbidden breasts.

Chris kisses each nipple softly. Each erect nub is sucked on. The lusting son slowly pulls his mother up. A trail of kisses starts down her belly. The hot teenager kept shifting down until damp pussy hair is touching his chin.

The softness of the taboo cunt was stimulating. His mother’s most secret aroma fills the son’s nostrils. A slow tongue licks an engorged clit.

The sensation of his sister’s mouth increases Chris’s passion. A hot tongue starts licking at the cunt. He sucks hungrily on the glistening pink lips.

Caryn sucks faster on her brother’s stiff cock. She licks and laps from the tip to the ball sac. His manly smell was intoxicating to the sibling lover.

Louise’s legs and pussy are wet from her son’s loving. Firm hips gyrate in rhythm to the pleasure making tongue. Chris is an expert cunt eater.

The son’s hands moves down his mother’s back caressing the rounded ass cheeks. Young fingers find the puckering asshole. A long middle digit shoves into it.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Louise wails at the sensation.

The head bobbing Caryn’s long brown mane wave madly. A talented mouth seals around the forbidden cock. She feels her brother’s shaft vibrate with a rising climax.

Louise shakes frantically to the combination of he son’s tongue and finger. He prods and sucks with uncontrolled abandoned lust. The mother’s body begins to shiver to her son’s lovemaking.

Suddenly Chris feels the first wave of sperm race up the harden shaft. The ball sac tightens. A blast of cum shot into his sister’s mouth.

“I’m cummin’!” He wails as hips involuntarily lift off the sheets, “I’m cumming in my sister’s mouth!”

Caryn feels her sibling’s forbidden juices splash into a greedy mouth. She inhales deeply to capture all of the taboo cum. The hot sister lustfully continues to drink the warm love fluid.

The boy immediately Escort İstiklal locks onto his mother’s pussy. He sucks insanely on the quavering cunt. She pushes back into his face.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” Louise screams as her juices wet her son’s face, “Oooooooooohhhhh!”

After one last tonic response to a ripple of pleasure, Louise falls onto the bed. Chris goes flaccid. Mother and son lay for a moment panting to regain breath.

The huffing sibling looks down at Caryn. Her beautiful face shines with sweat and his juices. A satisfied smile is returned.

After a little pause Caryn moves over to him. The hot sister kisses and licks her way up his abdomen to his chest. The sexy siblings lock into a deep French kiss.

“Damn!” she groans, “You’re so fuckin’ manly.”

Caryn lays a loving head on her brother’s chest. He pets the long brown mane. Chris gives an involuntarily yawn.

“If ya tired,” She impishly giggles saying, “I could give you a chance to take a break.”

No, bitch,” Chris says suddenly flipping them over, “We’re just beginnin’,”

Caryn allows the powerful brother to take control. As soon as the sex driven sister was on the bottom, a set of athletic legs opened wide and high. The lusting teen sees the taboo, erect prick standing out. The throbbing rod is quickly captured. It is anxiously jerk by the small hand. “Stick it in me!” Caryn orders in a voice hoarse with excitement. “Shove it up your sister’s cunt an’ fuck her brains out!”

“Oh god yes!” Louise hotly agrees, “Fuck your whore sister raw!” With a finger in a wet cunt, she groans, “Please, my children, show your momma how you love each other!”

His mother’s words send the lusting teenager over the edge. Chris’s hard cock plunges into his sister’s wet cunt. Slender legs immediately wrap around a trim back. “It’s time for the fuck,” Caryn pants, “It’s time for you to give ya sister a good lovin’ fuck!” Louise watches in a sexual haze. The taboo sight is erotic beyond belief. The two people she created by fucking were fucking each other. God! She loved her kids!

“Jesus, Sis,” Chris amazes while his hard cock slide into the receptive love tunnel, “you’re cunt’s a perfect fit! You’re so warm an’ tight.”

Chris pumps with deep and easy strokes. The sister’s pussy muscles are a snug fit around the brother’s shaft. With each thrust the cunt holds tightly. Chris wasn’t too sure if he could hold out much longer without cumming.

“Of course she’s a perfect fit,” his mother explained kissing and nibbling at his neck, “You both came from the same womb.”

“Yes!” the sex driven sister agrees, “We’ve got the same blood coursing thorough our veins!” Caryn humps back on the rock hard cock as it withdrawals each time, “We’ve got the same passions!” Her voice raises with the sensation of being fucked, “The Same lust!” His sister tightens the tanned legs around his back beseeching, “Fuck me as long as you wish, dear brother! Fuck me raw, please!” Caryn shouts hotly, “I’m the hottest lil’ bitch you’ll ever fuck!”

“Move your knees so he can suck your tits,” the masturbating Louise orders. “Let ‘im at those big tits!”

“Yes, oh, yes!” Caryn moans moving her knees to his sides. “Suck the damn things off!” Now ranting in a sexual bliss, she screams, “I don’t care if this is incest! I’m fuckin’ hot! A hot fuckin’ bitch who loves her brother’s dick!”

“Yes!” the sex hazed Louise shouts, “You’re a great bitch! Be your brother’s bitch!”

The words bring down the societal walls. The tabooed lust comes flooding out. Their bodies shake with ecstasy. Their souls burn with sexual fervor.

He leans forward and captures a beautiful dark nipple in a hot mouth. Chris licks one erect nub and then the other. Caryn’s tits were the softest ones ever to be in his mouth.

“Ohhhh, sweet lord!” the passion crazed sister profess, “That’s the best tongue in the world!”

Chris shoves his hips forward. A steel hard cock is pushes deeper into the forbidden expanded sheath. He pounds the titillating twat to the bottom. “Ohhhhh, Gawd!” Caryn hisses, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“You’re a great fuck, Sis,” Chris states hoarsely, “A fabulous pussy!”

“She’s all pussy, son!” The climaxing mother screams, “Iiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!”

“Fuck your sister hard! I love your cock! I love the idea my brother is fuckin’ me!” Her legs again wrap high behind his back. “Make me cum ’til I’m dry!!”

“I’m gonna make you cum ’til ya bleed!” Chris growls.

“Yes fuck me raw!” She was craze with passions. “I’m only a whore for your use!”

Chris was too close to hold back. Caryn was ready to cum as well. The taboo lovers pick up the pace. The sister’s legs open again allowing the brother to drive deeper.

“Yes! Now!” Caryn yells aimlessly, “I’m ready to cum! Fuck me! Fuck your little sister!” She screams into the room.

“Yes I am ready too, Sis!” Chris quickens the strokes. “I’m ready to cum!”

“Do it!” Caryn commands.

Louise watches through sex-hazed eyes İstiklal Escort Bayan as her son plunged a hard, big cock deep into her daughter’s cunt. She was filled with pride watching the lusting Caryn ride the hard shaft so expertly. The mother sighs watching her twins climax.

“Yessssssssss!” I’m cummmmmmmin’!” Chris shouts.

“Yesssss! I’m cummin’ tooo!” Caryn shouts back.

They both twist and hump as he explodes into the quavering cunt. Her juices come flooding back. They climax together. Brother and sister commit the ultimate act of taboo.

They collapse. They kiss and peck. They smile at the other. Both of them were in love. “You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted that feeling.” She hugs him passionately. “I’m so happy I could give up a piece of ass to you.” Caryn kissing his neck states, “I’m a good whore but with you I’m a special whore.” They then kiss deeply. On breaking she announces, “I’m my brother’s whore for now an’ forever!” Louise moves over and hugs her children. She kisses Caryn and then Chris. The two siblings then kiss. “Come on, Caryn,” The turned on mother suggests, “I’m needin’ my little girl’s cunt again.” Chris rolls off his sister. She quickly moves into Louise’s arms. The mother/daughter lovers kiss deeply.

“Do’ya wanna fuck mommy?” Louise says breaking the kiss. “When don’t I wanna fuck you, mom?” Caryn hotly responds. “Then what are’ya waitin’ for?” the lusting mother hotly challenges. “Who says I’m waitin’?” the sexy daughter quips.

Caryn slides a finger up and down the taboo slit. Louise’s body lightly spasms to the quick pleasure ripples. The daughter gazes lovingly at the wet opening.

“Honey,” Louise huskily whispers, “Finger fuck me. Rotate your fingers inside me.”

Caryn dives in. The probing fingers cross as a nervous tongue licks and laps the quavering cunt. She pulls the hood back and sucks and kisses the engorged clit. The hot tongue flickers in and out and around the taboo hole. The daughter tongue fucks her mother’s pussy passionately. She kisses all over the glistening cunt.

“Oh god, Caryn!” Louise moans, “You’re a born cunt eater!”

The hungry daughter buries her head deeper. A set of curvy, mature legs caresses lovingly. Caryn’s hands hold the rounded ass tightly. Louise’s heels dig into Caryn’s back. The mother’s hips lifts off the sheets. The lusting daughter had full access to the taboo cunt.

The older, slender legs cross around the back teenager’s neck. Two young hands reaches up to pinch Louise’s nipples. She haunch the fleshy orbs into the probing hands.

“Ohhhhhhh! God!” she moans. “Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!” Louise squeals, “Oh Gawd! You are fantastic!” the mother screams out of joy.

Chris can’t believe how expert of a cunt eater his twin is. Their mother was putty in girl’s hands. He was rock hard watching his sister in action.

Caryn sucks harder. An anxious tongue licks more. Fingers thrust in deeper.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Louise screams out lust, “I’m cummmmmin! Oh god! I’m cummmmmin’!”

The mother’s body goes taunt and flaccid with the ripples of climaxes. She contorts as the finally wave apex. Finally, Louise collapses into the bed.

“You—, are—, such—, a slut!” she pants at her daughter.

“If you weren’t such’a easy piece o’ ass,” Caryn remarks with a smile, “I wouldn’t be such a slut!”

“I think I’m damn lucky I have such’a pair of cunts for a mother an’ sister,” Chris injects.

“An’ you’ll fuck an’ eat us every opportunity you get,” his sister states.

The twins kiss deeply. Then Chris and Louise kiss deeply. Caryn and her mother kiss deeply.

Louise runs her hands along Caryn’s breasts and abdomen. She pinches a set of erect nipples. The brown nubs stand erect.

“Go for it, Mom,” the lusting Chris urges, “You now fuck Caryn.”

“Yes, mommy,” the hot teenager groans, “Suck my nipples.”

She begins to feast on the rounded tits. She licks and kisses the nipples. A warm mouth inhales a breast as deep as possible.

“Oooooooooo,” she moans, humping against her mother’s body.

The pretty brunette’s hands pull Louise’s head close. Chris is slowly masturbating an extremely hard cock. He is totality turned on by the lesbian acts of his mother and sister.

“I want your head between my legs, Mother,” the lusting daughter groans, “I wanna fuck your face.”

All the wicked talk was exciting to Chris. A stiff cock is stroked faster. He wants to fuck both these women all night long. His young brain was overwhelmed with sexual heat. The more he thinks about how he and his sister being lovers; the hotter he gets. The teenager’s body shudders with ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Caryn wails feeling her mother’s tongue on a quavering pussy, ” Oh Mommy!” Louise licks and washes the pussy. Her daughter’s cunt was so fresh, so young and so wonderful. The hot mother then nibbles and sucks on an engorged clit.

Caryn looks at her brother. Chris was about to cum. His hand was jacking with rapid speed. The boy’s face contorted with a rising climax.

“Ah! Ahhh!,” Caryn wails, “Oh fuck! Fuck me mommy!” she twists and bucks to the pleasure making tongue. “Ahhhhhhhhhh! I’m cummin’!” She pants hard, “I’m gonna cum all over your face, Mom!” “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Chris yells as strings of sperm shoots over his sister’s convulsing body.

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It was the summer I turned 16, and he was beautiful.He had short brown curls, big blue eyes, and ful pink lips. I wanted him immediately. he was slender, pale, and lightly freckled. He was shy with a sense of humor.

We met through mutual friends and became friends. We started by swimming at a friends house. I was lean, with tight, if not large muscles, and not much body hair. He was slender but not toned, a small layer of baby fat everywhere, and when he moved you could see the muscle underneath. He had pink nipples, no body hair that I could see. and watching the water run off his soft smooth skin made me hard.

The next day, after the sleepover, he changed in front of me, down to his boxer-briefs. His thighs were round, white, lightly freckled, and smooth. His butt was cute. It jiggled when he walked, and i could make out the outlline of his package when the light hit him from the front. He watched me change, down to my striped blue briefs, pretending not to.

Later in the summer, he started inviting me to his house when he would be alone. We played video games, did his chores, watched movies and ate junk food. I got to watch him change a few more times. I took off my shirt to mow the yard with him. I loved when he was shirtless in a baseball cap. his soft smooth skin just within reach, yet so far away, his underwear showing where his pants had slipped.

One day, we were watching a movie on his bed. We had our shoes off, feet pointing to the t.v., and he started rubbing my feet with his. I let this continue for several minutes, then I reached my hand to his soft smooth cheek and turned his face to mine. I looked into his big eyes, he looked at me from under his cap.

I leaned in to kiss him, İskenderpaşa Escort and he let me, returning my passion with his, pressing those soft pink lips into mine, tongues darting back and forth. I put my hand up under his shirt, to finally run my fingers and palm over his silky stomach, and his chest.

I am hard now. I lift his shirt over his head, taking the cap with it. I want nothing to obscure his beautiful face. I take off my shirt and pull him close. Warm skin meets. Lips meet. I run my hand down his back, and rub his soft, firm bottom. He squeezes mine. I move my hand to his belt, unbuckle belt and pants and try to pull them down.

I sit up and he lays on his back. I pull his pants down and off as he lifts his bottom to let me. I see the outline of his dick pressing against his boxer-briefs, blue-green this time. I rub it gently as I kiss him. His body pressed against mine, warm skin, smooth skin, making me want him more and more, he moans softly.

He pulls off his underwear, letting me see him for the first time. He is circumcised, straight, and the head is slightly pink. He has a small bush, and his balls are smooth and hairless. He is dripping, and so hard the veins are visible. I wrap my hand around the shaft and he gasps, and more leaks out onto my hand. I use this to coat the entire length of him, rubbing slowly.

When he is covered from base to tip, I lick the crease under the headwith the tip of my tongue. I take the head in my mouth, slowly, with my lips, from tip to ridge. I suck gently, tongue teasing, and he grips my head and moans, pumping more pre-cum into my mouth. I slide my mouth down, slowly, to the base, and he throbs, the tip teasing the back İskenderpaşa Escort Bayan of my throat. I suck again, harder this time, tongue sliding up and down. More pre-cum drips onto my tongue with each throb and he moans, gripping my hair. I start bobbing my head, tickling his balls with my fingers, stroking his pink taint. Now he is so hard there is no extra skin moving as I suck him. I make my way back up to the head, sucking and teasing with my tongue. Very slight, teasing head movement.

I feel him throb and pulse and he lets out a violent “aah!”, and as the first spurt of hot,, tangy cum hits the back of my throat I slide my mouth back down to the base. He is thrusting and grunting and pulling my head into his pelvis. As the spasms subside I very gently suck all the saliva, precum and cum off his dick, and flick the tip up and down with my tongue.

I kiss him. He kisses me, then unbuttons my pants. I’m wearing red silk boxers, and he pulls down my pants. I am hard and there is a large wet spot surrounding the bulge created by my erection. He pulls down my boxers, showing my hard, uncircumcised cock, dripping, veiny and throbbing. I am so hard the length and girth are pulling the skin back, halfway, on their own. He wraps his hand around me. Im kneeling and he is sitting in front of me, naked, his other hand is caressing my bottom. He rubs my dick up and down the shaft to spread the precum all over. I say, “mmm”, he starts the way I did, his tongue exploring every inch, licking my balls, and then takes the tip into his mouth. His lips are soft. His tongue is smooth and warm, swirling around and around, sucking precum from me gently with every heartbeat.

I rest my hands Escort İskenderpaşa on his soft, curly hair, and he starts bobbing, slowly at first to test the depth. He can go halfway before I can feel the back of his throat, so he holds onto me while he strokes with lips and mouth and tongue. He goes fa feel myself tensing and so does he. For each spasm he brings his mouth to the head, as if he is sucking the cum from me. He swallows as I moan and squeeze his hair and thrust my hips. He squeezes as I cum, intensifying my orgasm so I yell, “ohhh!”.

He takes the last of my cum, one last suck on the head, and he looks up at me. He is beautiful, and I love him. I kiss him, deeply and passionately, becoming hard as I do. He feels this and becomes erect again too. I ask him to let me fuck him. He smiles and agrees. “Anything.”, he says.

I get him to his hands and knees, his pretty, pale, round bottom displayed to me. I run my hands over his cheeks, around to his erect cock, his balls, his taint, and finally his asshole. I tease the rim, flick my tongue across the opening, and then rub the tip of my dick over his hole, smearing it with pre-cum. I tell him to relax, so he arches is back, and I push, gently. I don’t want to hurt my love. We moan, simultaneously, on penetration. I pump him slowly, inch by inch, until my pelvis is touching his cheeks.

He is tight, very, very tight. He is a virgin, and he is warm, and trembling. I am in ecstasy. I grip his hips, and start thrusting slowly, savoring every intensity. He trembles, and spasms, his asshole tightens even further as he cums again, all over the bed and his chest. This makes the pleasure unbearable and i cant control myself. I cum, violently, pushing myself completely into him. My grip tight on his hips, leaving red handprints, I scream. All strength spurts from me, and I lay on him, both of us panting, faces flushed, sweaty bodies tingling. I pull my half llimp cock out of him slowly, and we hold each other. We kiss for many moments, then sleep.

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This is the final chapter. Please enjoy and read the concluding request for feedback.

Sunday morning, after their usual shower, they put fresh sheets on their beds and clean towels in the bathroom, and then get dressed and go to breakfast. Duong is sitting with a girl whom Jane recognizes as one from their French course. He doesn’t hesitate to give them a smile, however, but they don’t join them. The girl leaves before he does. To their surprise, he joins them, smiling again, and says:

“She had already seen us together, and asked. Told that I was just helping you with your pronunciation.”

“Did she ask you to help her?” Jane asks.

“Not quite, just said that she knew hers wasn’t so good.”

“Not so shy anymore?”

“I guess not.”

Kathy grins and says:

“I still have a lot of trouble getting my tongue to make sounds like French girls do.”

Jane kicks her, but smirks, and they all chuckle. He says that he doesn’t have to go back to his room, and they leave together, chuckling as they leave the building. On the way back to their room, he remarks:

“Oh, it was a lot better than I thought, especially that we didn’t yesterday.”

“Don’t make us too curious.”

“We already are.”

“You’ll like it; I like it.”

“We’ll all like it.”

“That too!” he agrees, and they all nod, exchanging grins.

In the room, they look at each other for a moment, then snorting and nodding, and immediately begin to take off their clothes, chuckling.

“Your nudist colony,” he murmurs.

“Yours too.”

“Ours.”

He nods with a grin. Naked, they move the bed without commenting. As they are about to get on it, he says:

“Oh, I want to tell first,” and goes back and takes some blue paper out of his pants pocket.

“We’re all ears,” Jane replies, she and Kathy now waiting for him to sit between them.

“And breasts and pussies, too,” he adds with a smirk as he crawls over the beds.

He doesn’t put his arms around them. Kathy looks at the paper in his hand and asks:

“A letter?”

“Two, why it is especially good that we didn’t yesterday.”

“Uh? From Anh?”

“Um-hmm. The first one I found Saturday afternoon. Might not have found it till Monday, if we hadn’t done more, why it was so good that we didn’t, so I could reply immediately, and then got hers yesterday, also good, that way. She’s never written me before.”

“But of course, she now did want to.”

“Sure did!”

“You don’t have to read them to us.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

“But I want to, think it will be all right.”

“If you want to.”

“Um-hmm.”

He unfolds a couple of smaller letter pages and reads:

“Dear Dong,

Hope you don’t mind my using the nickname you don’t like,

but that is what comes to mind when I think of you, when I

see you in my dreams, feel you in my hand, in my mouth,

wanting to feel you somewhere else, but then you fade away!

Oh, I have started this letter a couple of times, trying not to

say that, but it is what I want to say.

It was just so good, and I think it was for you too. So good!

Oh, I don’t know what else I want to write. I hope it was that

good for you too. But it wasn’t the first time for you. I don’t

like to think about that, but cannot help it. Oh, I guess it was

good that it wasn’t, but don’t like to think why and how.

And she isn’t a girlfriend? But you can with her again?

“Can’t be helped, if you want to. Oh, you must want to! Like

I do, now that I know how good it is. I guess you will. I

probably will now too. Hope you don’t mind. But it won’t be

the same. Hope it isn’t for you either.

Oh, at least it’s now better when I do it – a lot better! When I

am not in a hurry, I think about what you did the first time, and

what I did, and then …, well, you can imagine! Do you too?

But maybe you don’t have to. I don’t want to think about it.

Sometimes I try to count the times: for each of us, this way

and that, and together. So many, too many to count, but not

enough!

‘I could have “danced” all night, I could have “danced”all night, and

still have begged for more.’ Well, all day, of course.

Can’t sign:

Your Fair Lady.”

The girls are silent after he finishes reading. Then Kathy murmurs:

“Good that we didn’t do anything more last week; it had sounded like you felt about the same way.”

“I guess so.”

“You know so,” Jane murmurs.

“And we like it.”

“Um-hmm,” Jane agrees, adding: “I never felt like that.”

“You know I didn’t,” Kathy agrees.

He puts his arms around them, and they roll their shoulders towards him, rubbing his chest. He hugs them and replies:

“You two are so great. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“We told you what this is about.”

“And now you know why we couldn’t one-on-one with a someone who wasn’t a boyfriend.”

“But you are, sort of, just not … well, you understand.”

“Um-hmm,” Işıklar Escort he agrees, hugging them again.

They are silent for several seconds. Then he says:

“So I wrote back, why it was good that I had time on Saturday, also with a couple of false starts. I hope I said the right things. Yes, I felt like she did, but what about my non-girlfriend – you two? Finally, I just told the whole story – as briefly as I could. She had accepted that we would again; I explained – I hope – why there wasn’t ‘a’ girlfriend. Oh, it got too long, admitting that we would – didn’t say that we just had – and that I could understand that she would. Hmm! Too long to stuff in an envelope her parents would see; then typed it to get it on one page.”

“I hope she understood it the way you meant.”

“That was brave, trying to explain us.”

“I thought so too, but it seemed better to try to explain that than have her keep thinking about one, supposedly non-girlfriend, pretty unbelievable.”

“Very! Why each of us couldn’t with just one guy.”

“You’re right; I would have thought so.”

“Did she write back?”

“Um-hmm, got her letter yesterday, why it was good that we waited till today.”

“You didn’t seemed upset about it.”

“Hm-hmm! No. Have to read it too.”

He takes his arms from around them, but they don’t roll back, settling more comfortably with a thigh drawn up over his. He nods and begins to read:

“Dear Dong,

Two of them! Is that two half-girlfriends? Not one “a girlfriend”?

Or two girlfriends, so that you could say that you didn’t have

“a girlfriend” – just one? Oh, you tried to explain it. Sounded like

something in a novel, not that I have read one like that.

They’re roommates and both wanted to with you? That!

And everything else, I guess.

My shy cousin, who had left home a virgin!

Oh, it can’t be helped, if you want to, as long as we can when

you are home. Am I jealous? A little, but very envious!

At least, you really can’t mind if I do now. But that is a little

wishful thinking after your explanation why they both wanted to

with you. Maybe it is good that you explained that; I might have

misled some boy to think I really like him.

Looking at the positive side. Can’t deny you your pleasure, just

wish it were with me. My hairbrush handle is no substitute.

Your spring break is so long away.

Are you going to tell them about me, about us? If you do, and feel

like me, as I do about you – as I hope – and tell them that too,

maybe they’ll understand and just remain half-girlfriends or

whatever.

I will try to forget about them, especially when I go to bed.

Your Fair Lady”

The girls rub his chest, nodding. He murmurs:

“I do. I did tell you, well, let her tell you.”

“And we understand.”

“Like – ‘as’, in her better English – she wants us to.”

“Um-hmm, didn’t read her postscript yet:

PS: OH! Two roommates, all three of you together?!

Doing everything together?! Why didn’t I see that before?

Everything? They too?! Oh gosh! Did they? Do they?

Well, I guess if they can share you, neither of them can feel

that she is a real girlfriend. Funny, I guess.”

They all chuckle, nodding. Jane and Kathy rub his chest again, Kathy saying:

“It is.”

“And her logic is good, isn’t it, Kathy?”

“Very!”

“It sure is! Funny, I mean, but also her logic, but it’s also funny that she hadn’t realized till then that we were – are – all together.”

“One of us out taking a walk, then taking turns.”

“Unlikely! Tell her that we do.”

He puts his arms around them again, dropping her letters and finding their breasts, hugging them closer. Their hands slide past each other, hugging him. He murmurs:

“Two ‘half-girlfriends or whatever’ is very nice.”

They hug him again, nodding on his shoulders. His fingers fondle their nipples, and they nod again, after a moment, their thighs pressing down on his. His spread a little, letting them hold them between theirs. Their hands slid down on his sides, their fingers rubbing. The girls are looking at each other across his chest and don’t see his cock stir. His fingers squeeze their aroused nipples, and he murmurs:

“I will try to forget about them too, especially when I go to bed.”

“Should be easy: her nice tan nipples,” one murmurs, her hand sliding down to his hip.

“Um-hmm,” he agrees, squeezing hers again and adding:

“Rosy pink ones are also nice,” and then squeezes the other girl’s nipple.

“Just try to forget them,” she responds, her hand also sliding down.

“I’ll try.”

The girls’ hands meet on his cock, that has risen off his balls. Jane’s fingers urge it into Kathy’s hand. As it rises, she turns her hand on it, letting it rise further in her loose grasp, while Jane’s fingers reach down and fondle his balls. He fondles their nipples and murmurs:

“Whatever you want.”

Kathy jogs her hand on Escort Işıklar his cock and replies:

“We want to do it with each other and let you help.”

“Oh? How?” he asks softly.

“She wants you to do it to her, while we do,” Jane replies.

“Oh! And you?”

“Next time.”

He nods and squeezes their breasts again. Kathy lets go of his cock, reaching up and grasping his shoulder, pulling herself up over him, kissing, thrusting her tongue in his mouth with humming chuckle. He nods, sucking, while Jane turns around and makes space for Kathy to join her, raising her thigh. Kathy slides further, and the girls curl up together. He rolls over, following her, and guides his cock under her hips.

For a few moments, Jane’s tongue arouses Kathy, and then finds her opening – wet. She reaches over and grasps his ass and with her tongue helps the head of his cock slip into Kathy’s pussy. She moans, and moans again, as he moves to let it slip deeper in her. His hips thrust a few times, but then are still. For a while hums and the moist sounds of licking tongues are all that suggest what’s happening.

Occasionally, he gives an aroused “uhn!” and his hips twitch. Jane’s hand is still on his ass. When her fingers creep further, his hand finds her breast, and her fingers stop just creeping, scrambling quickly to his asshole. When his hand moves to find hers, Kathy’s fingers are already there. He encourages them and then finds Kathy’s breast. She nods and rocks her hips back, and he begins to fuck her again, slowly.

Then his hips stop moving, and he murmurs:

“Oooh! Don’t have to do anything, if your pussy does that, keeps doing that.”

“Uhn-hnn,” she agrees with nod.

“Mmmm! It does. … Hm-hmmm! It does!”

When both girls’ hips begin to twitch, he starts to fuck her again, all of them moaning. His moans become groans, and then he grunts with harder thrust of his cock in her pussy, and they both gasp, grunting and moaning again as it thrusts a second time, and third, and fourth, while Jane’s tongue makes very wet noises.

When their hips still, Jane’s twitch insistingly, and she mutters: “Me too!”

Kathy hugs her hips tighter to her face again, and her finger does something that elicits from her a chuckling moan and ” That too!” and then she is just moaning, then with more aroused, pulsing moans, and then not just her hips are twitching, her body spasming, as Kathy’s tongue makes wetter noises.

As they continue, he snorts and murmurs: “I guess so.” Finally, Jane gives a long, deeper moan and rolls back. Kathy sighs and licks her wet lips, leaning back against him. Her hand slides off Jane’s hip and swings back and rubs his. While Jane is still recovering with sighs, Kathy murmurs:

“Oh that was good!”

“It sure was! Your pussy squeezing my cock like that.”

“A lot better feeling with something in it to squeeze.”

“Whose idea was that?”

“Mine. Hm-hmm! Getting it both ways.”

Jane snorts and chuckles, remarking:

“Unfair.”

“Next time.”

“You two,” he remarks: “she must have been right.”

“She was,” the girls reply in unison, chuckling, one adding:

“I wonder if she would too, a nice girlfriend till Easter vacation.”

“I’m not going to ask her or suggest it. You think all girls would?”

“Well, our girlfriend showed us, and she learned from another girl.”

“Who learned from another one.”

“It’s too good and easy, just need the right introduction.”

“Hmm, I guess so,” he replies.

“Oh, and it’s good another way; keeps us from worrying too much about having dates.”

“Maybe, but this with you is much better for that, and – like last week – we concentrate on getting course work done.”

“Um-hmm! I did too. Hm-hmm! But not an explanation to write home about.”

They all chuckle, and Kathy remarks:

“Got to go, even though I think I’ve already leaked.”

In the bathroom, he remarks:

“And you can with each other during the week.”

“When you’re thinking about her,” Jane suggests.

“Trying to. Oh, I do, but a couple of nights ago, I’m afraid I was anticipating being with you again, but not like that.”

“We were too, but not anymore when we were in bed together,” Kathy replies, Jane adding:

“But it’s a lot better with you.”

“And even better with both of you!” Kathy adds with a grin.

“Just be lucky that I let you find out first.”

“But if you only want to do that now, I don’t get to do everything else I like,” he remarks.

“And we like! You will!” Jane replies.

“Um-hmm! We can do that in between,” Kathy adds.

“Like right now!” Jane suggests with a grin, licking her lips and reaching out and fondling his soft cock. He smirks and agrees:

“I guess so. She wrote something about not being able to deny me my pleasure.”

“And ours,” Kathy adds.

They return to the beds and all curl up together, his cock in Jane’s mouth. For a while, they take turns teasing each other. When his cock twitches, and he sounds more aroused, Jane’s tongue and Işıklar Escort Bayan head stop moving and let him relaxing a little, but then it’s her turn to make his cock twitch again. That happens a few times, and then he chuckles and finds Kathy’s asshole with his fingers. Hers then find Jane’s, and then hers find his.

“Uhn-hnn!” he responds, and then they stop teasing each other. His orgasm makes him forget Kathy’s pussy for a few moments, but arouses Jane to have her orgasm, appreciated by Kathy with wetter licking. Then he gives her the same pleasure, humming as he laps up her pussy juice.

They recover, relaxing, fondling breasts, exchanging satisfied, chuckling hums. Kathy snorts and says:

“Remember to tell her that we do.”

“Um-hmm, and like to do it as much as you do. Hm-hmm! Almost as much as we like to do it to you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell her that.”

“I don’t think so,” he agrees, fondling Kathy’s breast. Jane nods on his thigh, Then she snorts and says:

“The handle of her hairbrush.”

“Surprised me a little,” he remarks.

“Probably occurs to lots of girls, but we’ve got something better. Get your toothbrush, Kathy.”

“You want to show him that?!”

“Why not? Maybe she should get one.”

“Her toothbrush?” he asks.

“Get it.”

Kathy snorts and rolls free of the others and sits up. As she is getting off the bed, Jane adds:

“And your pliers.”

“You really want to show him?!”

“Why not?”

“Pliers?” he asks.

Kathy shrugs and gets them. The others have sat up when she returns, he with a curious expression on his face, then muttering: “an electric toothbrush … and pliers?” Jane takes the toothbrush from her and turns it on, handing it to him. He smirks and says:

“And you use it like she did – does?”

“Haven’t since we met you,” Kathy replies.

“But before? And the pliers?”

Jane takes the toothbrush back and turns it off, pulling off the brush. Kathy smiles wryly and hands her the pliers. Jane grins at him and shows him what happens when she holds the pin with the pliers and turns it on again, after a few moments, turning it off.

“Oh! Like that?! And you put it your pussies?”

“Before we had your cock.”

“Hmm! It can’t do that.”

“It can do something else, better.”

“I’m not sure.”

“It can,” Kathy agrees with Jane, who snickers and remarks:

“It can, but this is pretty good, too.”

“I bet! That thing twisting back and forth in you.”

“In Kathy.”

“Hnn! In mine? Why not in yours, if you have to show him?”

“Because you know what I want to do later.”

“I don’t know. Well, I know what you want to do later, but …”

“So you won’t be frustrated.”

He remarks:

“I don’t know if I want her to know about this, but I’m curious.”

“Come on, Kathy, let me.”

“I guess so.” she agrees with shrug, giving him a resigned smile and then smirking.

Jane drops down on the floor, and Kathy moves her hips to the edge of the bed, lying back, taking her toothbrush from Jane and turning it on. As she holds it to her pussy, she gives him a wry grin and then watches her hand let it vibrate on her clitoris, after a moment, humming. She hums some more. Jane is staring at her pussy, then snaps the pliers together a couple of times. Kathy nods with a snort and turns the end of her toothbrush down into her pussy, moaning. Jane takes it from her hand and turns it off, catching the pin with the pliers. She pushes the toothbrush deeper in her pussy, till her thumb on the switch is touching her. Kathy gasps in anticipation and exclaims softly:

“Oh shit!” and gasps again, when it begins to twist back and forth in her pussy.

More gasps and moans follow, as Jane fucks her with her twisting toothbrush. He is staring at how Jane is moving it: in and out, changing the direction. His hand finds his cock, which soon fills it, stiffening, when he sees Kathy’s fingers begin to rub back and forth over her clitoris. Her moans become pulsing whimpers, as her hips begin to twitch. With another “Oh shit,” she loses control of her body, whimpering, laughing, as it convulses, and he sees her pussy juice spurt.

Jane is also moaning softly, grinning at her success. Kathy lets another spasm wrack her and then forces Jane’s hand to pull her toothbrush out it. It twists until she finds the switch; Kathy still gasping and groaning. Jane glances over at him with a grin, then noticing that he is holding his stiff cock. She gives him a better grin with a chuckle. He nods, grinning back.

They wait for Kathy to recover. Eventually, she opens her eyes and murmurs again:

“Oh shit! Shouldn’t have done that, let her do it.”

“Too good?” he asks.

“Hmm? Have to try to remember how good it was before.”

“Very! And your toothbrush doesn’t get aroused.”

“Like your cock did,” Jane remarks with a grin, adding: “and my pussy.”

“Do what you want, then,” Kathy replies, grinning at them in turn.

“Like I want?” Jane asks.

“Probably.”

They all chuckle, Jane and Duong grinning and nodding, as Kathy sits up. Jane says to him:

“Come here,” and moves over on the floor. As he moves down next to Kathy, she suddenly says to Jane:

“No, you just did that; my turn. Then you can do what you want. Hm-hmm! And I’ll help.”

“Hmm? And I just watch till then?”

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Husband and boyfriend

I married Harold three years ago when we were both twenty. The first two years were not great but pretty good. He had a good job and we had a good but kind of plain sex life. We did not want kids yet so I was on the pill. Things changed about six months ago when I met Larry. We met at a business conference while my husband was in meetings and I was at the bar just passing time.

Larry sat next to me at the bar and simply said, “Hi”. We each slowly drank our drinks. When mine was gone, Larry told the bartender to get me another, then he introduced himself. I didn’t see any harm in just talking to another man so I said Hi back to him. We talked for a long time and I found out that he was thirty-two and single and lived locally. Harold and I lived in the next town about ten miles away. I don’t know why but I ended up going back to his room with him.

As soon as we entered his room he locked the door behind us, took me by the shoulders and kissed me hard. I pushed away but he pulled me back. He was about six-two and really well built. He had light brown hair and a face you would expect to see on the cover of a romance novel. My husband is five-ten and pretty average. Larry sat me down on the edge of the bed and sat next to me. I knew that I should scream and run but I was mesmerized. I was like a deer caught in headlights.

Larry did not say a word and I just couldn’t. He had to lean down to kiss me because I am only five-two. He kissed me hard and his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. I couldn’t resist. I had never done anything like what I knew was about to happen. I had only had sex with one boy before I met and married Harold. Larry laid me back onto the bed and kissed me again. While we were kissing, he was unbuttoning my blouse.

After he opened my blouse he gently pulled my bra up to my neck, exposing my 32-B breasts. His lips engulfed my right nipple. An electric shock ran thru by body and ignited my pussy. My nipples hardened as Larry nursed and licked. I lifted my chest, pressing my breast more firmly against his mouth. Larry’s hand slid under the waist of my skirt and inside my panties. His hand rested on my mound and a finger slipped between my pussy lips, touching my clit. I closed my eyes and moaned. By the time his finger slid into my fuck hole I was soaking wet. I was sure that my panties were drenched.

Larry started finger fucking me and my hips started lifting in rhythm with his finger thrusts. He moved his face up and started kissing my neck and sucking on my ear lobe. That was something that always drove me crazy. I still did not say a word but I was moaning constantly and wiggling and thrusting my hips trying to get his fingers deeper into my hot quim. I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I had no will to stop it from happening. Larry removed his fingers from my pus and brought them to my face and slid them into my mouth. I sucked my juices off of them.

“Finish İnnovia Escort undressing and then remove my clothes.” He backed away and I sat up. My blouse and bra slipped off my shoulders. Then I stood up on the bed and lowered my skirt and panties. I stood naked in front of this total stranger. He leaned forward and kissed my pubic mound. Then he got off the bed and stood there as I also got off the bed and stood in front of him. I unbuttoned his shirt and he let it fall to the floor. Next I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His pants fell to the floor. I looked at his undershorts and saw a big bulge.

Larry gently pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees. I reached out and lowered his shorts. I was shocked at what was in front of my face. His cock was soft but it was still huge. I stood up, “That’s huge. I can’t take that, I can’t.” Larry pushed me back down. “Yes you can. We will just have to take it easy. You’re going to love it, believe me. Now suck it and get it hard. He took his manhood in his hand and placed the tip to my lips. I stared at the monster phallus and opened my lips. My mouth was stretching just to get around the head but I took that much into my mouth. “Stroke it and suck hard.” I followed instructions and it rapidly grew and pried my jaws open even further.

Harold’s erection was just short of six inches and he was a little more than an inch thick. Larry on the other hand must have been closer to ten inches and twice as thick as my husband. Little by little I took more of him in my mouth till I had half of his giant hard cock in my mouth. Larry stopped and pulled back so just his cockhead was still in my mouth. Then with a slow but steady push he was back to half way in. With my hand around his shaft so he could not try to go any deeper, Larry slowly fucked my mouth. My jaw ached but I was proud of myself to be taking him as well as I was.

For several minutes Larry used my mouth like it was a pussy. Then he announced that he was going to come. I tried to push him away but he put a hand behind my head and held me in place as a torrent of cum blasted into my mouth and hit the top of my throat causing me to half gag and half cough. Much of his cum ran down my throat but some of it also shot out my nose. He pulled out and I coughed and sputtered. I swallowed more of his ejaculate and some of it ran out my mouth. Larry bent down and kissed me. “You did great, Little One.”

Larry shifted position to where he put his arms under my upper legs and he lifted my hips off the bed and buried his face between my legs. He expertly ate me out, licking and sucking my clit and tongue fucking my hole. Once in a while he would let his tongue slide down to my butt hole and give it a little poke. Harold will lick my clit sometimes but Larry took it to a whole other higher level. He soon brought me to an orgasm. I tried to push myself harder onto his face. I İnnovia Escort Bayan cried out, rolling my head from side to side and grabbing two fistfuls of the sheets. When my climax finally subsided I went limp like a rag doll. Larry then lowered me back down onto the mattress.

Larry positioned himself on his knees between my legs. He was quickly getting hard again. When I felt him touch the tip of his cock at my entrance I remembered how big he was. “Larry stop. I don’t think I can take you. You’re so big.” His reply was, “I know you can. You’re very wet and very relaxed. I’ll be gentle and if it hurts too much I’ll stop. Now just relax.” He gave my twat a little poke, then another. Finally on about the forth try his cockhead pried me open enough to enter me. It did hurt and I said so. Larry paused and then pushed a little more in me. I bit my lip and endured the mixture of pain and pleasure as he worked himself into my vagina till I had taken about two thirds of his massive prick. I was stretched so wide I couldn’t believe it and I was sure that I was ripped and would be bleeding.

He stopped there and slowly started stroking in and out of me. The pain stopped and the pleasure took over. For several minutes he stuffed me full. Then he grabbed and squeezed my tits. He held his prick still. I felt it swell even bigger and then it erupted. It jerked inside of me as it shot its load of seed deep into me. One, two, three, I finally felt his prick shoot six blasts of hot cum deep into me. I came again. Leaving his softening prick inside of me he bent down and we kissed and kissed. I happened to look at the clock. We had been together for almost two hours. “Oh my God. My husband will be back in just a few minutes. I’ve gotta get dressed and get back to our room.” Larry stood there naked and half hard. “Tomorrow morning when your husband leaves stay in bed and leave the door unlocked. I’ll join you as soon as he is gone.” I ran back to our room and only got there a few minutes before Harold arrived back from his meetings.

After supper and watching a couple TV shows, Harold was in the mood for sex. As much as I did not want to, I begged off saying that I had had a very hard workout and wasn’t up to it. He assumed that I was saying that I spent the afternoon downstairs in the hotel gym. I didn’t sleep much that night between thinking about what had happened that afternoon and the discomfort I was still feeling from taking Larry’s big cock in my mouth and pussy. I finally got a couple of hours before the alarm went off and Harold got up for another day of learning to be a better employee. He took my hand and pulled it to him showing me that he had morning wood. He rolled on top of me. I didn’t enjoy it but I let him get his rocks off before leaving. I gave him a long ‘loving wife’ kiss.

He locked the door behind him and I laid there deciding if I was going to unlock it or not. I walked over Escort İnnovia and opened it just enough so that it would not lock itself again. Then I got back in the bed wondering if Larry would show up. Minutes later the door opened and Larry walked in. “Good morning Little One. I hope you are glad to see me.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet down exposing my naked body. He spent several minutes kissing every part of my body, ending up with his face between my legs. He looked up at me. “I see that you let your husband fuck you this morning.” Then he went back to eating me. The morning went a lot like the prior afternoon had and I was left weak and breathing hard. I told Larry that we were leaving in the morning and gave him my cell phone number.

About a week later, one morning after Harold had gone to work, I got a text from Larry. It said, “Send me your address and I will pick you up in an hour.” I had been hoping that he would call so I promptly returned his text with my address. I spent the hour cleaning myself and picking out a sexy outfit to wear and fixing my hair. Exactly an hour later Larry knocked on the door. I opened it and he walked in. I jumped up, wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him a big kiss. “I was hoping I would hear from you again.” We got in his car and spent the day together. Not all of it was spent fucking and sucking but we did more than our fair share. He brought me home about a half hour before Harold got home from work. I had just enough time to get cleaned up and then welcome my loving husband home.

I have been dating Larry for six months now. We spend at least one day a week together and enjoy each other’s company out on the town as well as in bed. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Harold very much but I can’t get enough of Larry’s cock. I’ve gotten to where I can take him fully in all three of my holes and I feel crammed full but there is no pain. When I want to let him get fully down my throat I have to lay on my back on the bed with my head hanging over the edge so he has a good straight shot down my throat. He says he can see my throat bulge and the bulge move up and down the length of my throat each time he pushes deeply into it. One of my favorite positions is for me to be sitting upright on top of him with his rod in either my cunt or ass. I lift up and then drop down hard till ever bit of him is inside of me. Maybe half the time he comes in my ass of cunt and the other half of the time I move down and have him shoot his load of thick, slippery, salty cum in my mouth. I would let him fuck me every day if I could.

I still keep up my wifely duties with my loving husband and I enjoy it but I need to fake some responses to keep him happy. He has started noticing that I am not as tight as I was. I have told him that it is because I am getting older and he is wearing me out making love to me so often. I think he accepts that. A couple of times I have suggested that he take me in the ass as it would be tighter but he does not like that idea. I love Harold and expect to be married to him till I die. However, when I stop taking the pill so I can have a baby, I hope Larry is the father.

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Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling as though her mind was simply a passenger in a body that was acting of its own accord. When Sam had ordered her to walk to the store just before dawn clad in nothing but her shoes and stockings and a collar she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with gaffer tape and her own underwear, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the park, struggling to balance in her heels with her wrists bound in front of her and the lingering effects of a decent amount of wine.

Obviously, she felt exposed and vulnerable. While it was still dark it wouldn’t be for long. Even if she moved quickly the store she was being sent to wouldn’t open until six, and then she had to walk back just as people – her neighbours – were starting to go about their day. Not to mention any pre-dawn lurkers in the park. This wasn’t a bad area to live in, not a particularly rough neighbourhood, but even if she wasn’t stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her chest and an extremely uncomfortable rubber plug up her ass she’d have been nervous about walking around in near darkness. As things were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the park sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would take her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no signs of life. She could hear cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the park, though it was inevitable her luck would run out at some point, the longer she was out here.

Suddenly a rustling sound behind her made her turn around, letting out a startled but muffled scream and she tried to raise her hands protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicked movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper arms and steadied her, and it took a few seconds for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes as a mixture of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, relief, shame. For his part, Trevor just held her steady for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steady as he took one corner and gently eased it off, keeping her lips pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the back of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her ruined saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breath. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath.

“Thanks.” She whispered, her voice cracking.

“No problem.” Trevor said. Then after a pause he continued: “Sam sent me to follow and keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t get hurt on your walk. He didn’t tell me to come take your gag off but he didn’t specifically say not to either.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” Was all Tegan could manage as she continued walking, concious that she still had a task to complete. Trevor kept pace with her for a minute before breaking the silence again.

“You ok?” he probed gently.

Tegan ignored the question and countered with her own.

“Did you know? About me being there before you came over tonight?”

“No” Trevor said earnestly. “I trained Sam at the gym when he joined a couple of years back. He doesn’t need a personal trainer anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first time he invited me to a card game though.”

“So he didn’t tell you I’d be there or anything like that?”

“I knew he had some roommates, and one of them was a girl. I didn’t know that was you.”

“Ah.” Tegan. “So he doesn’t know about that time… at the gym?”

“He might.” Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him. “I told him the story over a beer. Y’know, guy talk. That I beat up some kids and this cute girl was so grateful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redhead and walking around with no underwear. He… might have figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that’s why I got the poker invite.”

“Oh.” Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. For some reason this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in contrast with the sexual olympics she’d been participating in. While she’d been becoming more bold in her sexual adventures she wasn’t really used to relative strangers hanging out afterwards like they were on some kind of date.

“You must think I’m pretty fucked up.” Tegan said, fishing for reassurance.

“Well, a bit.” Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a hurt look. “In a good way, y’know? I mean you were pretty forward that time in the gym, tonight was pretty crazy. But I don’t judge. I mean I did go along with it.”

“Why did you?” Tegan asked. “I don’t mean that in any judgey way, I’m genuinely asking.”

“When a cute girl wants to get freaky, it’s kinda hard to turn it down. Even when you have to share.”

“Is that a common occurrence for you?”

“I wish.” Trevor laughed. “Here’s the thing… I once told Sam about this girl I was dating. She had some kinks. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some bondage, spanking, pretty mild stuff. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get rough. Really rough. Slapping, choking, maybe some nonconsent roleplay. I wasn’t into it. Correction, I was into it, but I was afraid to do it. We had a fight about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me ‘bonehead’, which Sam found hilarious. So now ‘bonehead’ is his go to phrase for when I should stop overthinking something and just go with it. That’s how I knew it was consensual. It… it was right?”

“It’s a bit late to be asking isn’t it?” Tegan laughed, trying to keep her voice down as they approached the other side of the park. “Yes. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” Tegan stopped walking and turned to Trevor. “It’s probably going to affect the way you think about me, but I feel like all things considered it probably can’t get much worse. İncirtepe Escort I want to get it off my chest, if that’s ok.”

“Sure.” Trevor said reassuringly.

“About two months ago I quit my job. I told my roommates I got fired. They were going to kick me out and find a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative: me.” Tegan took a deep breath. “It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so become a sexual plaything, to give myself over to someone to use freely. The big hurdle was deciding to offer myself to all three guys instead of just one – but I didn’t want any one guy to feel like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and expenses between them. In exchange, they share the benefits equally. Any time they want, as much as they want, any hole they want.” She paused, trying to read Trevor’s face. When he said nothing she continued.

“So that’s how it was, at first. They’d visit me one at a time, fuck, and go. We progressed to threesomes, and full on group sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with life in general, not having anything to keep busy. When the guys were at work or school or whatever, I had all this time to think, and it made me want more. I started letting them do other things, outside the usual arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more excited and fulfilled I felt.”

“And here we are.” Trevor concluded, gesturing at her naked body in the dim light.

“And here we are.” Tegan agreed. “Sam didn’t know I was going to do that tonight. He tried to trick me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that’s apparently who I am now. In some ways I hate it. In other ways I love it. Do you understand?”

“I think I get it.”

“So here’s the big question: how does that make me seem to you, as a person?”

Trevor took some time to think about it.

“I think you’re doing what a lot of us would do, if we had the courage.”

“Are you just saying that to be nice? I was kind of expecting you to be disgusted.”

“Do you really care what I think?”

“Kind of. To be honest I was considering coming back to the gym and asking you if you wanted to get a coffee some time, but I thought you might not want to date a girl who walked around without any underwear and let a stranger fuck her in the back room of a gym.” Tegan laughed. “I can’t imagine what you think of me now.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“I thought about it. But all things considered what I’m really asking if if a guy could even consider dating someone when they’ve seen them like this.”

“I’d have to think about it.”

Tegan glanced over to the store as the shopkeeper flipped the sign to open and took a deep breath.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, probably.” Tegan said.

“Do you know what Sam wrote on the note?”

“No idea. I’m sure it’ll become apparent.” She nodded at the tape stuck to Trevor’s hand. “I probably need that.”

Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red mark on her face that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden panties and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another deep breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store.

—–

A bell jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The store was empty for now and the clerk did a double take as she stumbled in unsteady on her heels and rushed out from behind the counter.

“Holy crap, are you ok?” he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a bunch of sticky fluids on her face and chest. He was a short statured guy of vaguely asian appearance, and Tegan found it hard to pick his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her head back to try to draw his attention to the note Sam had stuck into her collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it free, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice.

“I need a copy of today’s paper, please do not touch me.’ Is this right?” He queried her. Tegan just nodded, she was honestly surprised Sam didn’t try to include anything else, considering how much she had confused the discussion around her boundaries. The clerk took a copy of one of the fresh newspapers off the stack and thrust it in her hands, glancing through the window. She realised he could probably see Trevor across the street and assumed he was the one that sent her in here.

“Tell your friend I don’t want to see you in here like this again. Don’t involve me in your weird fucking games.” He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She’d gotten so accustomed to being a sex object that she didn’t know quite how to react, but she definitely felt pangs of shame and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her like every other man she’d encountered over the last couple of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to exit back out onto the street, blinking back tears.

The sun was almost clear of the horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange glow. She could hear the distant traffic picking up in volume as more people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday – fewer people going to work and getting up early. Of course she wasn’t going to waste more time attracting attention. After the clerk’s reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlights appeared further up. Joined by her escort, she crossed back through the park, Trevor took his cue from her urgency and didn’t waste time trying to make conversation. She hesitated at the other end of the park thinking she heard cars approaching and concealed herself behind a hedgerow. Trevor took the opportunity to put her panties back in her mouth and re-cover her lips with the tape, then they made a break for it as soon as the cars passed.

When they reached the front door Trevor Escort İncirtepe pulled out Sam’s keys and open the door, letting her precede him inside where Sam was waiting alone. She didn’t know where Jayden and Matt were but assumed he’d sent them home. She handed him the paper.

“Well done, slut.” As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively kind words were welcome after the harsh admonition from the convenience store clerk and she felt a tingle in her aching vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the door and Sam called him over with a tilt of his head. “Would you give me a hand?”

Sam set the paper aside and started to peel back the end of the tape binding her wrists together and unwind it from her. Trevor took the initiative of peeling the tape from her mouth for the second time and carefully removing the panties. Between them they made a show it it being more difficult than it really was. Once Sam had the tape removed from her wrists, he took the mouth piece from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to deal with later. Tegan wet her lips with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a slight smile.

“Do you like your collar, slut?” Sam queried.

“Yes Sir.” Tegan said, assuming it was the expected answer.

“Don’t call me Sir, that’s way too formal.” Sam glanced at Trevor. “Do you mind if I speak freely in front of him?” Tegan shrugged, indicating her indifference and Sam continued, addressing Trevor.

“We have an arrangement. She lives here for free, we use her holes. That’s how it started. As she has made clear to me this evening, this isn’t an exclusive arrangement.”

“In the interests of full disclosure, tonight isn’t the first time we uh… met.” Trevor confessed.

“I kind of guessed that there were only so many red-headed girls running around town without any panties on, spreading their legs at the drop of a hat.”

“In farness…”

“In fairness nothing. She’s a slut.” Tegan didn’t resist as Sam slid hand between her legs and two fingers easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, sticky with her juice. “She knows it, there’s no point dancing around the point. She gives it away for room and board, she might as well give it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slut. She’s free to call me whatever she wants in response. I’m not playing whatever Fifty Shades of Bullshit game that Angus is playing.” He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her collar. “And she’s free to keep wearing this collar, as long as she thinks it suits her.”

“You’re ok with this, Violet?” Trevor asked.

“He’s right.” Tegan looked down, embarassed to admit it but resolved that it was all true. “And if we’re putting all our cards on the table here, my name isn’t Violet. It’s Tegan.”

“Well, it’s been nice to meet you Tegan.” Trevor nodded. He didn’t seem surprised or bothered that she’d given him a fake name. “And I had a hell of a night. But I’m also conscious of the fact I have a class in a few hours that I should probably try and be rested for.” He put a hand on the door and cracked it open.

“Will I see you again?” Tegan asked, alluding to their secret discussion earlier. Trevor looked her up and down, thinking it over.

“I’ll text you her number.” Sam interrupted. Tegan was grateful and suspected Trevor was too. Considering he’d just participated in gang banging her, she didn’t think he’d offer an answer she wanted to hear. Trevor nodded and left, the door locking behind him.

“I think he likes you.” Sam quipped as soon as he was confident Trevor was out of earshot.

“He liked being able to fit his giant cock up my ass.” Tegan countered. “Speaking of which. Do you mind if I take out this plug? I’m honestly afraid it’s going to do some damage if I leave it in much longer, especially after walking around with it.”

“That’s supposed to be your permanent replacement. I inserted it at the request of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final warning when he left last night, should you neglect to wear your plug. I think we can skip the spanking considering the thrashing I gave you with the whip – which you seem to be none the worse for.” Sam looked her over, noting that most of the marks he left had almost completely faded. “For the record, it’s only about half an inch wider than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a ruler. But sure, do what you want.”

“I might go take care of that in the bathroom, my bladder’s about to burst and there’s a delicate balance going on down there if you know what I mean.”

“Funny you should say that.” Sam said, pulling her to the bathroom, his finger hooked into her collar’s ring. “I also have to go.”

“I… uh…” Tegan protested.

“However our arrangement began, slut, it has clearly changed, and I am not playing games or testing the waters. I’m just doing, as you are free to do also. You are free to stop me – if you want. Otherwise, I am assuming standing consent for anything I do to you, until I hear you tell me ‘no’. Do you hear me? It is that simple. You say no, and I stop. But this is the last time I will ask. Do you understand?”

Tegan searched his eyes and found only cold sincerity.

“I understand.” She answered.

“Then get in the bath on your knees and open your mouth, slut.”

Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his cock out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot stream of piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her eyes shut as the spray ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her mouth. The acrid stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering aroma. The pressure alone made her gag but the flavour did no favours either, and both were inescapable. Because he’d been drinking all night it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to mind the mix of smells typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The urine quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running İncirtepe Escort Bayan down her chin and cascading onto her chest, rinsing away the sticky residue of jizz as it carved a path down her belly to her crotch, saturating her pubic hair and running off her pussy lips. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her small breasts and down her sides, running down her ass and thighs before joining the pool beneath her and running towards the drain. She coughed and gagged again as the stream eased and trickled down her chest, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more spurts before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his piss dripping off her chin, Tegan took a moment to ease the plug out of her ass. She managed to get her fingers under the flared rim and get enough leverage to get the wide part past her tight sphincter, then the rest of the lubed cone slid out and she let it fall into the bath, having no further interest in it. She massaged her tender asshole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the bruised tissue as she let her own bladder go, joining Sam’s puddle to slowly trickle down the drain. Sam stepped into the bath with her and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. He was half hard but growing firmer by the second. She closed her lips around his dick and tried to will forth some saliva to make her mouth easier for him to fuck, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine.

After a minute Sam seemed satisfied and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her hands on the remnants of their combined waters to brace herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching cunt. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her part Tegan was able to enjoy feeling him slide inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to come, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the point he pulled out of her and thrust directly into her tender, gaping anus.

Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his cock deep inside her. She had little remaining lubricant and her own pussy juices were doing most of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no time to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a target, but none of this rationalisation helped her feel better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning asshole, his balls slapping against her pussy lips, and each time he thrust inside her she let out soft squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bathtub surface and Sam held her by the collar to keep her from getting away.

After a few minutes he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her face. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her mouth in a well trained reflex to let him blow his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffled grunt of protest and tried to push against him but he gripped her head and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a loud satisfied groan and she felt his balls tighten against her chin as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the course of the night that if it had a distinct taste she was unaware of it – all she was detecting was lube and semen and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the same she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her head she leaned over and spat directly down the bath’s plughole, her gag reflex in full effect as she dry heaved a few times.

Sam, apparently indifferent to Tegan’s situation, adjusted and turned on the shower. Tegan whimpered as the cold water hit her back and she curled up on her side as the water slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and realised Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down. Using his free hand he gently coaxed her into a sitting position and slid his legs either side of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the lower socket, keeping the stream on them while he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, unable to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her mind felt blank, as if she was unable to even figure out how she was feeling about the last ten or so hours – it had been a long night and she was exhausted, and confused by the immediate shift in Sam’s demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to ensure that there was no resentment or hurt feelings. She sighed and settled back into his embrace as he squirted some liquid shower gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn’t resist as his hands wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his reach. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair, then took some shampoo and massaged a lather into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his fingers. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the verge of sleep, he shut the water off and started to ease out from under her.

As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her slight frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a fresh towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hair, squeezing out and absorbing as much moisture as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could accomplish, he led Tegan out of the bathroom and to her bedroom, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the covers. She grasped the edge of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her damp hair spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open.

“I’m ok.” She reassured him, answering a question she assumed he might have wanted to ask.

“Good.” Sam said simply.

Tegan nodded her acknowledgement and then she was claimed by sleep.

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‘That was incredible,’ I said. Laura and I were back in our room.

‘You were great’. She replied and gave me a wet peck on the cheek and then recoiled slightly. ‘Careful, I don’t want sperm all over this lovely corset. I think you need another shower.’ I peeled off the stockings and thong and showered.

When I returned she was naked. ‘Don’t get any ideas. I just need a shower. That whole thing made me so wet. Marie was so cruel not allowing me to cum.’

I looked her up and down. Her breasts were full and heavy. She was the classic English pear shape. Her skin was pale and flawless. She was a natural blonde. Her sex was hidden by a fine bush of golden hair. I had misjudged her, or perhaps it was the bizarre circumstances, but she now appeared utterly gorgeous.

‘Well why don’t we…’ I began.

‘We haven’t got time.’ she rebuked me. Then more tenderly, ‘Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time.’ She liked to tease. Even teasing herself seemed to please her.

I watched her full buttocks as she walked over to the en suite shower. ‘Mmmm’ I moaned in admiration. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

‘We haven’t really said hello yet, have we?’ I said when she returned.

‘Well “Hello”‘. Laura replied. ‘I think we can rub along together this weekend. Marie pairs people up well, but you never really know whether you’re going to hit it off. If we really couldn’t stand the site of each other the whole thing would be a fiasco. Now zip me into this dress please.’

I zipped her into a red knee length cocktail dress. It fitted on top of her white bra and briefs perfectly. I dressed in white shirt and grey suit and we were ready for dinner.

‘They’re a bit OCD about the dress code for each section of the weekend. There’s a lot of dressing and undressing. Quite apart from when we strip for sex.’ Laura confided. She was quite posh really, interesting. ‘But, it’s their weekend and it works.’ I felt she was might be a bit of an ally in all this weirdness.

In the dining room, Marie was, of course, wearing the same dress as Laura. But for variation it was in black. John was in a white shirt and black suit.

It was weird. It was just like any dinner party. We talked about trivia, the weather, price of lettuce… Then after the sweet, Marie turned to business.

‘Now how did you like your first gay sex Roger?’

I had found making eye contact with John difficult all through dinner. It was so difficult to connect the urbane middle aged man sat before me with the animal whose cock I devoured two hours before. I swallowed hard.

‘It was incredible.’ I plucked up the courage to look into John’s eyes. ‘Thank you John.’

‘That’s okay. Thank you.’ I could tell he was also just slightly embarrassed. But he seemed to relish it. ‘You suck cock beautifully. And your legs in those stockings, mmmm.’ He smiled. ‘We must shower together in the morning. I’ll massage you.’

Wow. I felt more confident. ‘What’s on the agenda for this evening?’

Marie smiled. ‘Laura and I will have sex. We like to build up slowly. There is an entire weekend to fill. And you boys are so weak. There are only so many orgasms you can provide us with. But don’t worry Roger, you’ll get the chance to fuck both of us.’

Laura turned to me. ‘John and Marie always organise a little surprise İnkilap Escort for Saturday evening. An extra element to shake things up.’

‘Yes, that’s right.’ said John. ‘We’ve something very special in mind for tomorrow night. Now girls, I think it’s time you prepared yourselves.’

They left hand in hand.

John turned to me. ‘They’ll call us when they’re ready. Listen. Every few months I have a men’s weekend. I invite six or eight men around and we have fantastic sex. Interested?’

My cock began to stir. ‘Absolutely.’

‘Everything is safe.’ John went on. ‘That’s important. Safe sex. It’s about play. It always is with us. The sensuality is as important as the physical side. I think you understand that. Marie will be there and her being a woman kind of keeps things calm. She doesn’t join in but sometimes she watches and masturbates. Occasionally, people may be interested in bisexual scenarios and then Marie will join in. Sometimes as a dominatrix.’

‘Sounds incredible. What kind of people are included?’ I asked.

‘People like us. And some younger men. There are a lot of overseas students over here and the gay or bi ones don’t really get the chance to build relationships. Many of them are young and fit. Strong, muscular bodies. Just the kind of thing you and I like.’

‘Beautiful.’ I said.

‘Yes and you certainly get variety. Chinese, black…’ John looked into my eyes. ‘I can’t wait to massage you tomorrow morning. Pour oil over your back. Lay naked on top of you. Slide my finger…’

‘Come upstairs boys!’ Marie’s shouted command stopped him short.

The master bedroom was large. The bed king sized, draped with white sheets. The décor was simple. Painted plaster walls. An oak chest, bedside tables. A mirrored fitted wardrobe down one wall. Wooden floor with rugs. John and I sat on arm chairs opposite the bed.

Laura was stood in front of the bed facing us. She was dressed in a very short, lacy, white crocheted dress. Through the open work of the fabric we could clearly see her naked breasts and white briefs. Marie had curled her hair. Her porcelain white legs were naked and her feet bare. She didn’t look at us.

We heard the familiar sound of high heels on hard wood and Marie appeared. She was a complete contrast. The heels made her look taller, more erect. Her hair had been straightened and was silky smooth. She wore a black tuxedo with nothing visible underneath. Her legs were covered in figure hugging black opaque tights. These were incredibly glossy, the light highlighting every curve of her muscles. On her feet black patent leather stilettos.

Without looking at us she walked towards me. When she reached within a foot she span round on her heals. Her backside was directly in front of my face.

‘As it’s your first time, we thought we’d indulge your “interests”.’ explained John. ‘We’ll give you lots of chances to enjoy hosiery in all its forms.’ he smiled. ‘Don’t worry it’s not hard work. I love Marie’s arse in tights. Why don’t you take a look, have a feel. She won’t mind.’

His voice was stern. Marie said nothing, just waited. I leaned forward taking in her perfume. Chanel No 9 I think. I turned my hand sideways and stroked the palm over her upper thigh. The nylon was smooth and warm. With my other hand I moved Escort İnkilap the tail of the jacket away from her arse. It was beautiful. Full and round. I slid my hand, very, very gently over the orbs of her buttocks. I had to get a reaction from her. And eventually, I heard her gently breathe a sigh of pleasure.

Then she set off, walking towards Laura. ‘Get on your knees.’ she ordered. Laura did as she was told. A pink nipple peeked through a hole in the dress. ‘Worship my legs.’ Laura began to stroke her hand up Marie’s tights. Delicately she explored the black nylon with her fingertips. She wrapped her arms around Marie’s right leg and began to tenderly kiss her inner thigh. It was incredibly erotic. Marie spun round on her heals. Laura lifted the skirt of her jacket and began to kiss and nibble at her arse cheeks.

Marie arched her neck backwards and sighed. She moved her hand into the jacket and began to stroke her breasts. She kicked off her shoes and began to stroke Laura’s thighs with her stockinged foot. She raised her foot and Laura bent to kiss it. She licked under the instep and wrapped her tongue around the toes.

John walked over to the dressing table and opened a drawer. He lay on the bed four pieces of velvet rope and a large black strap-on dildo. Marie pulled Laura to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips. The two tongues wrestled between their mouths.

‘John tie her to the bed, I want to fuck her!’ cried Marie. She briefly looked over at me. ‘You stay where you are, I’ll call you when you’re required. Wank if you have to.’ I decided to try to resist her challenge. My stiffened cock remained in my trousers.

Soon Laura’s wrists were tied to the bed head. John removed her briefs then pulled her legs open wrapping ropes around her knees and tying the end to hooks placed halfway down the bed frame. Her legs were permanently open with enough length of rope to allow her to bend her knees. A cushion was placed under her bottom. Meanwhile, Marie shrugged off the jacket. This was my first glimpse of her breasts. They hung from her chest, full and round, just beginning to sag with age but still beautifully inviting. She strapped herself into the harness. John lubed the cock.

‘John, lick her cunt.’ John obliged. By this time he had slipped off his shirt and shoes. His arse looked tight as he bent over to begin his task. Laura began to groan as she became wetter and wetter.’I’m going to fuck you so hard, so hard you’ll beg for mercy you posh bitch.’ Marie was enjoying this. ‘Imagine I’m one of your ponies.’ She looked at me. ‘Come here and lick her tits.’ Like John, I stripped down to just my trousers and joined them.

Laura’s nipples poked through the mesh of the crocheted material. I sucked hard holding the cords of cotton hard against her skin. Her tit flesh oozed out of the mesh. I heard a slap. Marie was positioning Laura ready for penetration. Laura obeyed and bent her knees. Marie knelt between them. John guided the strap on home. Laura whelped. It was an incredible sight. Marie’s breasts bounced up and down as she fucked. Her teeth were clenched, there was an aggression about her entire body. Laura leaned back and raised her legs onto Marie’s shoulders, the ropes cutting into her knees. Marie pushed the cock deeper. John took over duties on Escort İnkilap Laura’s right tit as I dealt with the left one.

Marie pulled out ‘Get on top of me bitch. Ride this pony.’ Laura was untied and peeled off the dress. Marie stretched out her black, nylon clad legs and Laura climbed on top of the cock. She rocked backwards and forwards, throwing her tits up and down. John stood by me. Soon he was stroking his hand over my back. I couldn’t stand any more. I let my cock out of its cage and wanked. John slipped his hand down the back of my trousers and began to play with my arse hole. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll just stroke you.’ he assured me, still aware of my desire to avoid penetration.

Laura couldn’t take any more. She came so hard. All the tension that had built up watching John and me before dinner exploded inside her. But Marie wouldn’t stop. Laura begged her to, but John went over and held her down on the cock. Almost in pain she experienced another powerful orgasm. ‘No more please.’ she begged.

The two women uncoupled and laid apart on the bed panting. Marie looked at me. ‘Take this to the bathroom.’ she struggled out of the strap on. ‘And wash it thoroughly with the hand wash. Thoroughly. And get me a glass of water. I am so fucking thirsty.’

The sight that greeted me on my return set my head spinning. John was lying naked, face down, on the bed. Laura was knelt over him with her head between his arse cheeks. He was slowly moaning with pleasure. Marie met me, drank the water, and took the dildo.

‘Help me with this sweetheart.’ she asked. I strapped her into the harness, passing the strap between her thighs. Her wetness oozed through the tights. ‘Take your clothes off. I’m going to fuck your new friend’s arse. You’ll have a job to do.’

After using her tongue so effectively, Laura was now lubricating John’s anus with her fingers. ‘Turn over darling.’ Marie commanded. John obeyed. His wife knelt between his legs and, as she had with Laura, lifted his legs onto her shoulders. Laura helped guide the cock into John’s glistening arse hole. Slowly, inch by inch, Marie slid the strap on into his hole. As his flesh gaped wider he let out a long, breathy, moan of pleasure. When the cock was finally deep within him he begged his wife to fuck him hard. She relished her task, forcing the cock in and out. Her naked back arched beautifully, pushing her breasts forwards, the nipples stiff and meaty. She was working hard. Sweat gathered on her brow. Her face flushed. A trickle of perspiration ran down her spine. Her nylon clad buttocks tensed and released with each thrust. The poised Marie of a few minutes ago had gone. This was animal fucking.

By now I was naked, my engorged cock standing proudly. Laura wrapped her arms around me. She thrust the tongue which had tasted John’s arse hole into my mouth. I pushed back into her mouth. She reached down and took my cock in her hand.

Marie turned to me. ‘Come here and suck your boyfriend’s cock.’ Laura and I knelt either side of John’s body. We took turns to lick and suck his cock. When our tongues met we kissed. I turned my attention to his testicles and Laura wanked him hard. His cock was so hard, so big. At last he could stand it no longer. He came with a massive stream of cum which shot across his chest.

Marie leaned back in exhaustion. She looked at me. ‘Lick it up and swallow it.’ she commanded. I’d never even tasted my own cum. Could I do it? Why not? I leaned down and ran my tongue across his chest. I felt the sticky liquid run down my throat. I had subjected myself to Marie’s power. ‘You can’t cum yet.’ she commanded.

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