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I was talking with my friend Mick on the telephone about me and the wife’s upcoming holiday, we were off to Bermuda in a few days time and the problem we had was that we flew out from Heathrow at 5am in the morning. He kindly offered to drive us to the airport and when I said I couldn’t ask him to drive all the way to our house, as we lived over forty miles away and then double back to the airport he also offered his spare bedroom to us for the night.

It was a great solution to the dilemma and I gladly accepted his kind offer, ho told us to arrive at 7pm the night before and he would even cook for us.

As we entered Mick’s house the smell of cooking permeated the house, whatever he was cooking smelt damn good and my mouth started watering in expectation.

The meal itself was small but exceedingly tasty and I was still felt hungry when we had finished but Mick had more to come. Out of the cupboard came a large pile of cakes that he offered first to Sandy who was also still hungry as within seconds she had devoured the first one. As we sat there talking Sandy and I continued eating Mick’s cakes, we didn’t notice that he was not eating any of them until it was too late and between Sandy and I we had finished off at least a dozen cakes.

Sandy yawned and then apologised for doing so, as for me I was starting to feel very horny, but I didn’t know why.

We moved into the lounge and Mick turned the television on and we relaxed while we watched Ally McBeal, but all that did was make me hornier, she was one hell of a woman.

About half way güvenilir bahis through the program I looked across at Sandy and she was fast asleep, her head resting on the back of the sofa.

“No idea why she’s fallen asleep,” I said to Mick, “it’s not as if we got up early this morning,” I continued not really understanding why I felt so randy.

“I think I might know, the cakes you two had were not ordinary cakes,” Mick said with a silly grin on his face.

“Excuse me,” I said not understanding what he meant.

“They were hash cakes,” he said with a shrug.

“No wonder she’s asleep, that stuff always puts her to sleep, if World War three broke out she still wouldn’t wake up, and that probably explains why I feel so horny. Why did you do that?” I naively asked.

“I don’t know really, just thought it would chill you two out, or something else,” Mick said.

“Something else, do you mean what I think you mean?” I questioned not sure whether to feel angry or flattered that he wanted my wife.

“Well I thought it might make both of you horny and then we could have had some fun,” he said sheepishly.

“You wanted to shag my wife, is that why you did it?” as I said it the thought caused a stir in my trousers, the thought was turning me on.

“Well, yes I wouldn’t say no if your offering,” he said with an expectant smile.

He had got me thinking, it had been a fantasy of mine to watch her with another man, but then she was asleep so what was the point in thinking about it.”

“I’ll tell you what, how would you like türkçe bahis to see her naked, she wont wake up, so a shags out of the question,” I said feeling quite excited.

“You mean you would take her clothes off for me so I could have a look?” Mick said excitedly.

“No I wouldn’t remove her clothes, but you can,” I replied, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

Mick didn’t need to be told twice, he moved towards the sleeping beauty and gently removed her shoes and socks. I could see his hand shaking as he released the belt from her jeans undid the button and unzipped her. Gently he removed her jeans and with a little glance at me put his fingers in the waste band of her panties and with some difficulty slipped them down her legs. He was transfixed in time as he gazed at her neatly trimmed bush and ran his fingers through her pubic hair. He glanced at me again, my hand was pressing into my own crutch trying to ease the frustration I felt.

He leaned her forward and pulled her jumper over her head, one by one he undid the buttons of her blouse and guided it down her arms. She only had her bra left and with some fumbling Mick unclipped it and threw it over his shoulder.

“Is it okay to touch?” Mick said not even waiting for a reply.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked it until it was hard, then did the same with the other one as he continued to play with her bush.

He spread Sandy’s legs and ran his tongue along her slit, she didn’t move an inch as he sucked her clitoris.

“Are you sure she won’t wake up?” Mick güvenilir bahis siteleri said taking a break from his administrations.

“You can rest assured she wont,” I replied.

“Would you mind if just stuck my cock in her, I won’t do anything I just want to know what it would feel like inside her,” Mick pleaded.

I didn’t have to think about it, the way I was feeling right now I was beyond caring what he did.

“If you want to fuck her, do it.” I said eager to watch his cock slip into her cunt.

Mick removed his clothes and positioned himself at the entrance to her hole still wet from the licking he had given her. I watched it vanish inch by inch into her, mesmerised as he began pumping his cock in and out of her hole, as he continued to fuck her I had to release my cock and start wanking myself.

Mick was breathing very heavy and seconds later he shot his hot sperm into Sandy’s unknowing cunt, which sent me over the edge and I came too.

I now felt very guilty that I had allowed Mick to fuck her and to punish myself I knelt between Sandy’s legs to clean her up, but with my tongue. The taste of his sperm and her juices was not as bad as I thought it might be and hungrily I soon removed all evidence that she had just been fucked.

When I had finished Mick had returned with his digital camera and as I stepped back he moved in for some close up pictures of her pussy that was looking puffy from the pounding Mick had given her. He finished off the remaining snaps with pictures of her tits, he now had a souvenir of the time he fucked Sandy.

We struggled to get her bra and panties back on and carried her up to bed. The next morning Sandy was bright eyed as she entered the kitchen, Mick gave her a cup of coffee and straight after ran us to the airport.

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“Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap… YES!” I cried out, as I saw an open parking spot. I pulled in, locked the door, and started stomping through the snow towards the nearest entrance.

“Fucking parking lots,” I grumbled aloud, dodging mothers, fathers, and annoying kids. My cell phone buzzed in my suit pocket. I stopped in my tracks, almost getting hit by busy shoppers.

I hate cell phones. They’re invasive, obnoxious, loud and annoying. And I own one, involuntarily. Part of my position as a communications specialist meant that if some branch manager found his ATM broken at 2am, I would get called to go fix it. And the only way my company could get a hold of me (apparently) was through this little black phone buzzing in my jacket.

I pulled out the phone, my finger twitching to hit the ignore button. I saw that it was my Mike, who worked in the same department as me; Since he knew how much I hated getting called in, I figured that it probably wasn’t work related.

“Yeah.” I called out.

“Hey. What’s up?” He asked.

“At the mall, heading towards the changing room.” I responded.

“Oh, you mean the-?”

“Yeah.”

“You know, I still can’t believe you’re doing that,” He chuckled.

“Well, I need something.. I dunno…” I paused at the door that led to the mall offices. “It’s just… with the job… and the stress… I just need… something.”

“I hear ya, man.” He said. “It still snowing?”

“Like a motherfucker. Look, I’m here. I gotta do my thing.”

“Okay. Drinks later?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you after I’m done.”

“You’ve got my new cell number?”

“Yup. Talk to ya later.” I hung up the phone, as I waved to the security officer.

I walked quickly down the hall, and opened the door to the changing room, running into Kate.

“You’re late, hon.” The 32-yr old vixen said with a twinkle in her eye. I forced myself to not look at Kate’s cleavage, which always seemed on the verge of popping out of her outfit.

“Yeah, Yeah… I know, sorry. Parking’s a bitch and all.”

“Well, go get undressed.” She said with a grin. I smirked right back at her

“I’ll go get changed, thanks.”

“Your loss,” She sighed, pushed her boobs up and walked away, her curvy body swaying from side-to-side. My eyes followed her down the hall, entranced by the sultry Elf.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “It’s going to be a long night.”

I ran in to the small changing room we used, and pulled off my suit; I grabbed my costume out of the locker, and started putting it on.

10 minutes later, I walked out of the room, took a deep breath, adjusted my beard, and made my way down the hallway, smiling at all the employees. I got to the center courtside entrance, did a once-over to make sure I was all-set and paused, entering the middle of the mall.

I pulled the door open and opened my mouth.

“Ho Ho Ho!!!” I called out.

A line of children had already formed, and as one, they turned to me and screamed “It’s Santa”. I was immediately mobbed, as I made my way towards my throne. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kate grinning at me as the kids attacked me, each wanting to tell me what they wanted for Christmas.

I “Ho, ho, ho’d” and pushed my way through the throng, and up to my chair, where Kate was waiting for me.

“I think I got hit in the balls.” I muttered through a smile.

Kate laughed out loud.

“Well, St. Nick, I’m sure you’ll survive. You ready?” She smiled at me.

I sat back in the chair and relaxed.

“Yeah. Time for some X-mas cheer,” I sighed.

She patted my shoulder affectionately.

“That’s my boy.”

I looked down at the first child in line, a little boy who was holding his mom’s hand, in total and abject fear.

“If I get puked on again, you’re cleaning it up this time,” I told Kate. She laughed again and leaned over, giving me a great view of her chest.

“Well, if they do puke, I hope it’s right on you; I’d be more than happy to run my hands all over your body.” She whispered slyly, giving me a not-so-innocent peck on the lips. I felt my face turn red, and I tried to stammer out a response, but she walked away, her ass still swaying from side-to-side. She opened the gate, and let the little tyke in.

He looked at his mother, who was trying to push him up the steps, and then at me, and then back again. I leaned forward and out of the chair, and gestured to him. He walked up to me, and I lifted him onto my lap.

“So, young man…” I called out in my ‘Santa’ voice. “What would you like for X-mas?”

—

“The mall will be closing in 5 minutes,” the speaker droned, echoing through the almost-empty plaza.

I pinched my eyes in fatigue, looking around to see if any more little kids were going to come up and have their picture taken with Santa. It looked like the mall was pretty much cleared out, so I stood up, stretching for the first time in hours, and started to help Kate close up the display for the night.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out. “Is Santa still available?”

Without turning around, I responded.

“Ho ho ho, of güvenilir bahis course He is. And how may Santa…” my voice died as I saw the person who had called out. Standing in front of me was this blonde-haired bombshell, wearing a dark black business suit, and high heels. She grinned at me, and walked up to Santa’s Chair, and patted it.

“Well? Can’t I tell Santa what I want for Xmas?” She called out with a smile.

“Uhm…. Yeah..” I stuttered. I walked over to the chair, and brushed past her, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath her jacket, only a forest-green colored bra. I sat down in the chair and looked expectantly at the woman. She tossed her hair to the side and promptly sat down on my lap.

“So, uhm…” I started slowly. She laughed.

“Is this how you treat all the kids who sit on your lap?”

“Well, I’d hardly call you a ‘kid’, ma’am.”

“That’s very true. I’m all woman, as you can tell.” She glanced down at her chest. I cleared my throat, feeling my face turn beat-red.

“So what would you like for Christmas?” I asked, bringing the conversation back to “safer” topics.

“Well, I’m a little torn.” She said. “I have this thing I’m supposed to want, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate.”

I blinked in surprise. The way this woman was staring at me was making me feel less “naughty” than “nice”.

“Okay, well why don’t you tell me, and let me be the judge?” I asked

Her emerald eyes twinkled at me.

“Well, what I really want is you, Scott.” she whispered, leaning in, and giving me a peck on the cheek.

I sat there for a second in shock, trying to figure out how she had guessed my name

“Hey, look. Is this some jok-?

My voice was cut off as the mall speakers kicked in again.

“Attention, shoppers. The mall is now closed, and we ask that all patrons please exit the mall at the nearest entrance. Thank you for shopping…”

The voice droned on for a few more moments, as I concentrated on the situation at hand.

“I’ll see you later.” She said, getting off my lap, and walking away. The woman waved good-bye at me, as she moved away from the Santa display. I got up to follow, but Kate’s voice caught my attention.

“Hey, Santa, I need your help over here.” I looked over to see that she was trying to move one of the big displays by herself. I glanced back in the direction of the mystery woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I cursed in a most un-santa-like fashion. She had disappeared

—

“So then what happened?” Mike asked.

“We closed up the Santa booth, I changed, and poof, here we are,” I said, finishing off my beer.

“No idea who she is?”

“Nope.”

“Never saw her before?”

“Nope.”

“And she knew your name?” Mike exclaimed.

“Yeah. Beats the hell out of me how that happened. Only thing I can come up with is that you and the guys from work are screwing with me.”

“Sorry, man. Nobody else even knows you’re doing this. Hell, I don’t know why you’re really doing this.”

“I told you earlier. The job makes me miserable. Being Santa… It’s just different. Good feeling in my chest, and all that, y’know? I’m tired of being a grouchy bitch.”

Mike guffawed.

“Yeah, you’re pretty miserable.”

“No shit. I asked Kate if she had ever seen her, but she said she had no idea who the woman was.”

“Was she hot?”

“Oh hell, yeah.”

I poured a new beer, and sighed.

“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.” I said.

“I know, but the money…” he trailed off

“Fuck the money. I’ve got enough saved. I should just quit.”

“You won’t quit.”

“… I know.”

We were both quiet for a bit.

“I’ve been thinking about going back to school.” I said calmly.

“What for?”

“Masters in Education.”

Mike almost spit his beer out.

“You? TEACH?” Mike laughed out loud. “The hours suck, the kids are bastards, and the pay is shit.”

“Yeah, but I won’t get called up at 2 am in the morning to go fix an ATM now, will I?”

“Ahh…. no, probably not.”

I sipped my beer. “It’s gotta be better than this, right?”

“…Yeah, probably.” Mike agreed. He grabbed his jacket. “I hate to drink and run, but I’ve got to be up early tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

We paid the tab, and walked outside, where there was already an inch of snow on the ground.

I stared up into the cloudy sky, watching the snowfall.

“You okay to drive?” Mike called out, walking towards his car.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I replied. “I think I’m going to stand here and just watch the snow for a bit.”

“It’s supposed to stop during the night.”

I pointed upwards. “Does that look like it’s going to stop?”

“Why don’t you make it stop, Santa?” He laughed

I good-naturedly flipped him the bird, while he drove away. I stood there for a moment, feeling the snow hit my face; out of the blue, I stuck my tongue out, trying to catch a snowflake on my tongue.

I felt like a fool, a 27-yr old man, standing there, trying to catch a snowflake, but I didn’t care. türkçe bahis It just felt good to pause for a moment and relax.

As I stood there, the snow falling on the parking lot full of cars, while glistening in the orange streetlights, I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I was happy.

Some drunken revelers coming out of the bar interrupted my private interlude. I opened my eyes, and cursed the lack of privacy. Which was ironic, considering I was standing in the middle of a parking lot of a shopping mall.

“Screw this,” I said to myself. “I’m going home.”

—

My cell phone almost came to a disastrous end at 6:30 am the next morning. It vibrated against my bed stand, waking me up. I looked at the screen, and saw that it was from my day job. Someone probably needed me to go on-site to reboot their computer or some other inane problem. For a brief moment, I almost smashed the device against the wall, but decided against it.

I hit the “on” button and croaked out, “Hello?”

“Hey. It’s Mike.. I wake you up?”

“Uh… yeah, kinda.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I got out of bed, walked over to the closet, and grabbed a pair of pants, and started to change while talking to my co-worker. “Where do I need to go, and what do I need to fix today?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” I sighed at his comment and my mind immediately started to reel. Whatever it was, it was probably big.

“Well,” he started. “The storm knocked out all the power on this side of town, and the basement got flooded, so all our servers are down. “

“Shit.” I swore. “So where do I need to go? You guys need me to come in and try and help get things running?”

“Well, that’s the funny part,” he said. “The power’s out everywhere, so we haven’t really gotten that many calls from the clients looking for help, and the power company’s saying it’s going to be a good 12 hours or so before everything’s back up and running; As a result, Ron asked me to call you and a couple of the other guys to let you know we’re not going to need you to come in today.”

I sat down on my bed in surprise.

“You’re not going to need me.”

“No.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. You can go back to sleep, for all I care.”

I looked at the phone in disbelief.

“But, what if-?”

“Dude, I don’t know what Ron had for breakfast, but I can’t remember him ever letting people take a day off like this before. You really want to keep talking about this, and wait for him to change his mind?”

I was quiet for a moment.

“I think you’ve got a point there. ” I chuckled, and crawled back under the covers.

“Of course I do.” He laughed. “That’s why I get paid more than you do, remember?”

“Fuck off.” I grumbled.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” he laughed.

“Bah.” I mumbled, my eyes closing.

“Later, man.” He laughed, and hung up.

I hit the ‘off’ button on my cell phone, dropped it on the floor, and sunk into the bed, falling back asleep.

—

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 10:30 am. I got out of bed and stretched. I hadn’t had a day off in months, and it felt good, knowing I wasn’t going to get called for anything work-related.

I still smelled like beer, so I jumped in the shower, taking my time as the hot water ran over my body. I got out of the shower, shaved, threw a towel around my waist, and walked to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.

I poured a bowl of cereal, sat down in front of the TV, and hit the power button when my regular phone rang.

I glared at the cordless phone, trying to decide if I should answer it, or just throw it out the window. I reached over and picked it up.

“Hello.” I snapped, irritated and worried that work may have changed their mind.

“Hey there, tall dark & handsome.” A feminine voice purred.

I blinked in surprise.

“Uhm, who is this?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m hurt.” The female said mockingly. “You can’t even remember my name the morning after?”

I was quiet for a second, then grinned.

“Hello, Kate.” I said. My Elvin “assistant” chuckled.

“You should never forget a lady’s name, mister.” She warned.

I sighed.

“Yes, ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

“Good answer. Got a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“They’ve decided to open the mall, on the off-chance that someone might actually be able to make it out of their driveways. All the other guys can’t make it in, but you only live ten minutes from the mall, and we were wondering if…”

“Oh, Kate.. I dunno.”

“Look, it’d only be for a couple hours.” she begged.

“Kate, I got the day off from my job and I really could use the time off and-“

“If you come in, I promise I’ll wear one of my ‘trampy’ elf outfits, just for you.”

I sighed. “I appreciate the offer, but all your elf costumes are ‘trampy’, at least the way you wear them.”

“Hey!” she hollered at me. “What’re you trying to say?”

I quickly back-pedaled. “Well, I just meant that you always look-“

“Uh huh”

“You know that I was just güvenilir bahis siteleri trying to say that-“

“Uh huh.”

I rolled my eyes back and laid my head against the back of my couch.

“I give up. How long do you need me for?”

“Uhm… 4 hours?”

“How about 2?” I countered.

“3?”

“2.”

“2.5.”

I paused for a moment and then spoke slowly.

“2. Hours.”

She sighed and gave in.

“2 hours.”

I smiled. “What time do you need me?”

“Can you be here around 1?”

“Sure. But you better look trampy.”

“I thought you said I always look trampy.”

“Don’t try that with me, you know what I meant.”

“Uh huh.” she laughed. “I’ll see you at one.”

—

I pulled into the mall parking lot around 12:30pm. I managed to avoid the plows, which were pushing snow all over the place. There weren’t a lot of cars, so that meant not a lot of shoppers. Which meant, there wouldn’t be a lot of kids. And that meant, not a lot for “Santa” to do.

I walked down the hall, heading towards the changing room. I got to the door, and attempted to push my way in, only to find the door locked.

Which is funny, because the door doesn’t have a lock on it.

I pounded on the door and hollered, “Hey. Who’s in there?”

Through the plasti-glass, I saw a shape move towards the door, and the sound of a latch being un-done. The door opened, and Kate’s head peeked out from inside.

“Hey, Irish!” she smirked. “They just put a lock on the door, so us elves can have a chance to change without the Santa’s watching us.”

“How long you going to be?” I asked.

“Oh, you can come in. It’s just some of the other St. Nick’s have a tendency to stare. But we like you, so you can come in.”

She opened the door, and let me in. Her red hair was wet and matted, from using the shower, and the blond highlights on her long bangs stood out against the rest of her straight hair. She was wearing a white cotton robe, her body glistening with water.

She locked the door back up and turned around to me, pointing her finger at me.

“Now, I’m going to trust you, so stay on this side of the lockers, and I’m going to change on the other. No peeking, okay?”

“Sure.” I said, heading over to my locker. I waited until Kate had moved out of eyesight, and started changing into my costume

“Uhm, Scott?” Kate asked in an odd voice. “I think I might need your help here.”

I threw my Santa hat on and stood up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, one of the other girls borrowed my usual outfit, so I’m using someone else’s, and well… the zipper’s stuck.”

I sat there for a second.

“Well, I guess that means the little boys and girls will be getting quite a show, right?” I grinned.

There was silence for a moment, when all of a sudden, a shoe came flying over the locker wall that separated us, missing me by a couple feet.

“Irish!” She yelled at me. “That’s not funny. Now get your ass over here, and help me with this damn thing.”

I walked around the lockers, and stuck my head around the wall, my eyes closed.

“You decent?” I asked.

“I’m never decent.” She declared in a sultry voice. “Now see what you can do with this.”

The elf outfits the girls wore were all pretty much the same, but had some variants, due to the dimensions of the women who wore them. They were a combination leotard/mini-skirt. In some cases “mini” was an understatement, which is why some of the elves would wear dark stockings, so the outfits didn’t look so sexy. All of the outfits zipped up in the back, and Kate’s apparently had snagged a loose thread, causing the zipper to jam.

Her back was to me, her arms holding her chest and her outfit at the same time. The zipper was caught about 1/3 of the way up her back. Her red hair cascaded down her back, so I didn’t see too much skin.

“Okay..” I muttered, playing with the zipper for a moment. “Jesus. What did you do to this thing?”

“It’s not my fault.” she pouted. “Caroline took my outfit, so now I have to use this one.” She turned her head to look at me. “If you don’t mind me asking, how is it that you woke up on the right side of the bed this morning?”

I blinked in surprise. “What?” I asked.

Staring at me, without turning her body to face me, she said, “Well, I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to get you to smile, and today you seem more relaxed than normal.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Did you get laid last night, Irish?”

My face turned a dark shade of crimson, as I spat out, “No, I did NOT get laid, thank you very much. I just.. I guess not working my other job made a difference, that’s all.”

She grinned at my discomfort, and then looked away.

“Well, you should be like this more often. You’ve been so unhappy lately.”

“I know.” I said calmly. “Just the way things go, I guess.”

“Hmm.” she said noncommittally. “Well, try to keep smiling. You fixed the zipper, yet?”

I stared at the outfit, having forgotten what I was supposed to be doing. I bent my knees and squatted behind her, trying to figure out how to un-jam the zipper without ripping the costume.

“Uhm, hold on.” I said. “Let me try this.”

I grabbed her costume tight, and pulled the two sides of her costume closer together.

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My room was so hot I had to open my window. ‘I can’t sleep with this nightgown on,’ I thought. I threw it across the room and hoped my wife would sleep on the couch all night. I wanted to sprawl across the bed like a starfish, shaved pussy catching a gentle breeze every now and then. The joint I smoked earlier started making my breasts ache, needing to be sucked, licked. Not happy with my wife, but so fucking aroused on this sticky night, left me torn about what to do. As I slowly put my fingers on my pussy, I heard a sound. From my open window stood my gorgeous neighbor, the single dad with warm whiskey brown eyes and black hair shot through with grey.

As we locked eyes my cunt started dripping I became so aroused. I hadn’t touched a man in 20 years but suddenly all I wanted was his dick fucking me hard. Slowly I dragged my hand through my curls, seeking my throbbing clit. When I heard him groan I grabbed my aching large breast with my other hand, wishing it was his hand squeezing me so. When did I start to think he was so hot? I was so fucking turned on, liquid spreading, wanting a hard dick desperately.

My fingers started pushing inside my hollow, weeping vagina while I stared at my intense neighbor. His face flushed, his eyes spearing me as I wished his dick could. His chest heaved and his arm muscles clenched on my güvenilir bahis window frame. ‘I wish you were fucking me Sam’, I whispered into the room where the only thing to be heard was the wet plunging sound of fingers fucking into flesh, and our mingled heavy breathing. Then I heard another noise, a metal screen sliding away from its frame. Sam pulled his body through my window, bulging muscles easily holding his weight as he levered himself down.

I stopped breathing as he rose to his feet, his shorts straining with a massive erection. ‘Give me that now,’ I said, finally able to think again. He slowly pulled off his shorts and approached me, yanking on his huge dick as he came over to me. ‘Open your mouth now,’ he said and before I could do more than nod, he was shoving himself down my throat. The smell of a man after so long without sent more liquid streaming down my legs, my body getting ready for his hard, thick penis. My lips closed on his massive dick and I sucked him down, saliva pooling on his dick as I slurped, licked and gagged at his frantic movements. Just when tears started leaking from the corners of my eyes and my throat felt raw, he pulled out and grabbed my long hair, kissing my mouth as hard as he’d fucked it. His large hairy hands molded my breasts and pressed them together, making me moan even louder.

His türkçe bahis mouth left mine and found my hard nipple. He sucked it like he’d fucked my mouth – hard and fast. I was about to come just from his hands and mouth on my breasts when he stopped to glare at me and ask if I was on the pill. He knew I was married to a woman and in my 40’s but still wanted to check. ‘I don’t have my period anymore, am clean, and deserve your naked dick in me now!’ ‘I am going to fuck you so hard you will feel this dick for days,’ he said. Then I finally got what i’d needed for so long, a heavy hot dick shoving its way into my pussy. I couldn’t keep quiet when he thrust forcefully, which was my mistake.

As he reared back and then plunged back in, sending shivers down my whole body and waves of bliss cascading over me, the bedroom door opened. There stood my wife, staring without sound as our neighbor fucked her wife into the mattress. Sam silently looked at her as he pulled out of me, the wet sound of me trying to hold him in reverberating throughout the room. Then Sam lifted my leg, saying, ‘I haven’t had a pussy this hot or thirsty in years so stay or go, but I’m not leaving until I’ve spread my cum from her ass to her mouth.’ Then Sam entered me again, hard enough to make my bed creak, and I almost fainted it felt so good.

As güvenilir bahis siteleri I watched my wife I noticed her nipples harden in her thin negligee. She was getting turned on from watching the neighbor fuck me! Slowly she approached the bed, breathing hard and biting her full lower lip. While Sam held me in place fucking my vagina into another realm, my wife climbed over my face, pushing her wet pussy over my dick fucked mouth. ‘Lick me slut!’ she demanded as Sam lifted my hips up to fuck me deeper.

I started thrashing as her juice started coating my tongue and my pussy clamped on Sam’s dick. Sam stuck his hand between us, coating his fingers in my wetness, and stuck a finger in my wife’s ass as I sucked her clit. She gushed in my mouth and pushed down on me harder, fucking my face with her wet vagina. Sam fucked her ass and my sopping pussy, his sweat hitting my hot body a steamy claiming.

‘Fuck fuck fuck!’ my wife started yelling as she lost all control, mindless on my mouth, face. I couldn’t last another second, having almost come so many times already. Just as I started spasming in the biggest orgasm of my life, Sam exploded inside me. He pulled out after filling my vagina and continued to spray his jizz all over my breasts, belly and wife’s ass.

My wife collapsed alongside me while I floated away, covered in my wife’s juices and the neighbor’s cum. Slowly I came to and turned to see Sam climbing out the window. Just before he shoved the screen back on he said in a deep, satisfied voice, ‘I’ll be by Friday. Keep your window open ladies.’ The End

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Chapter 3: The Slut Girlfriend

On an early Sunday morning, Lena sits in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car as it drives into the city. She’s dressed in her clothes from Friday, which she felt it more appropriate than the skanky bikini she wore last night.

“You sure you don’t want to have breakfast?” Eddie asks.

“No.” Lena answers. “I just want to go home and take a long shower.”

“You can shower at my place.” Eddie smiles. “The weekend’s not over yet.”

“No thanks.” Lena answers, not amused. There is silence for a few minutes.

“What are you going to tell Chad?” Eddie inquires.

Lena is unable to answer. She doesn’t know how she’ll explain why she spent yesterday with Eddie and his friends. Why she allowed herself to be used by them. Lena agreed to have sex with Eddie last Friday to settle the enormous debt Chad owed him. It was supposed to be one night with Eddie, but Lena wanted to keep Chad from further gambling with Eddie and his gambling associates, so she made a new deal with Eddie, which led her to get gang-banged by Eddie and his four friends on a yacht.

Lena recalls with shame how she gave them her young body willing. Only days ago, the thought of her fucking a group of men would disgust her, but on that night she became an out of control slut. The blowjobs, the ass fucks, the double-pentatrations, the various positions she didn’t about until then and that creepy Pete with his camcorder recording every moment.

After a brief morning swim, Lena, being the only one awake, sneaked to the sleeping/passed out Pete and stealthily takes the videotape from him. She then wakes up Eddie with a blow job and asks him to take her home before the others wake up.

Keeping the tape concealed under her jacket, Lena sees familiar surrounding near her neighborhood.

“Drop me off here.” Lena tells. “I can walk the rest of the way.”

Eddie pulls over to the side of the street.

“You’ll understand when I say I hope to never see you again?” Lena states, unfastening her seat belt.

“What? You’re saying you didn’t have a good time?” Eddie asks. Lena decides not to answer as she opens the passenger side door. Eddie grabs Lena’s arm, stopping her from leaving.

“Let go.” Calmly demands Lena.

“Why didn’t you admit that you enjoyed what happened?”

“It doesn’t matter if I liked it or not. I’m not doing this again.”

“You think your loser boyfriend can get you off like last night…or the night before?”

“Chad’s not a loser.”

“Believe me, Chad’s a loser. He may have a cool car, he may live in a mansion and has a girlfriend with great ass, but he’s a loser.”

“If you don’t let go of me now I’ll scream.”

Eddie releases his grip on Lena’s arm, allowing her to leave the car.

“When you get tired of amateur hour with Chad, come over to the restaurant.” Eddie bellows. Lena replies by slamming the car door and walks away

* * * * *

Lena jumps in the shower as she returns home, hoping to clean away the sins she commented. Her soapy hands runs through every inch of her nude body to rid herself of the stains still on her after her nude swim. She starts with the sweat and semen on her face and hair from her blow jobs, lower down to her breasts when most of Eddie’s friends licked and sucked, which Lena somewhat enjoyed, she moves only one hand down to her stomach, leaving the another hand caressing the hard puffed-up nipple of her breast.

Gently rubbing her stomach, Lena’s mind takes her back to the yacht, to the sensations she felt when she was double-fucked by Eddie and Todd. Reliving the moment, she remembers pleasure of the double-penetration, the sound of her moans, the loud beating of her heart, the smell her sweat, the taste of Eddie’s sweat, and then the gratification of the orgasm.

Lena’s hand slides down from her stomach to her pussy. Two of her soapy fingers slip in her wet sex. Fingering her clit, she instinctively knows it’s wet from her arousal and not from the water. Lena then recalls being on her back getting fucked by Pete while sucking Victor’s cock, then when Eddie fucked her ass while she sucked Todd’s cock, when Lena was double-penetrated with Victor beneath her and Todd above her as she suck Eddie’s cock. Finally Lena recalls Harris sucking on her nipple while finger-fucking her. Lena’s soapy fingers go deeper in her pussy and fuck it hard as Harris did. Lena thought Harris to be vulgar, but she remembers Harris’s strong, thick fingers in her pussy and his slick tongue caressing her nipple until her orgasm. güvenilir bahis An orgasm she remembers more clearly than the other orgasms that night.

Lena moans as she replay the sex with Harris again and again until she feels her fingers covered with her fluids as she orgasms again.

Lena pulls her fingers out as she regains her senses. Suddenly she feels guilt and shame overwhelming her, causing her to cry. She sits on the tub, curled up as the shower sprays water down, unable to wash away her sins.

What’s wrong with me? Lena thinks.

* * * * *

Wearing only a towel wrapped around her, Lena lays on her bed in her room. She contemplates on the orgasm she just gave herself in the shower. Lena had never masturbated before; she always felt it was wrong for anyone to gratify himself or herself like that.

Lena sees the bikini top on her bed, next to the…

Wait a minute.

Lena quickly sits up to see just the bikini top on her bed. But she remembers leaving the g-string and the videotape on her bed before taking her shower.

Someone took the tape. She thinks. Lena dashes from her room, on her way the living room, in case someone is playing the tape on the VCR. As she hurries down the stairs, Lena thinks of the possible suspects who would have the nerve to go in her room and just take videotape. Maybe her fathers back from his business trip, but he wouldn’t just go in her room. To her recollection, Lena’s father never went to her room. Or her mother’s back from wherever pleasure trip she had. No reason for her to enter Lena’s room. Maybe it’s Teresa, the Filipina maid, she could have went in her room to pick up laundry and find the tape. But Teresa usually sleeps in on Sundays.

Lena finally enters the living room and to her shock sees on the TV the image of herself doing a reverse-cowgirl on Victor while sucking the cock of a man standing in front of her, the screen doesn’t show the face of the man and Lena can’t recall who it was considering she was in that particular position two or three times. Standing near the TV was Chad; Lena’s feels her stomach sink as he turns to face her.

“Don’t even try to explain this.” Says Chad with an assertive scowl.

“You won’t suppose to see that.” Lena states best as she can.

“What kind of slut are you?” Chad asserts. “I told you to fuck Eddie and you wind up fucking a bunch of guys!”

“I had to.” Lena pleads, walking to Chad. “After I had sex with Eddie, he wanted me to go with him to his friend’s yacht and fuck his friends. He wouldn’t forgive your debt if I didn’t.” Lena states, omitting her deal with Eddie. “I did all this for you. For us.”

Lena stands in front of Chad, fearing that her boyfriend can’t love someone who can have sex with five strangers in a reckless manner.

“Say something.” Lena pleads.

Chad holds out the red g-string in front of Lena.

“Did Eddie buy this for you?”

“Yes.” Lena humbly answers.

“Did you like it?” Chad asks.

“No.” Lena humbly answers again. “I don’t like the way people were looking at me wearing that…

“I meant the fucking, you dumb whore!” Chad asserts, throwing the g-sting to the floor between them. “Do you like getting fucked by those guys?”

“No.” Lena quickly replies.

“Did you cum?” Chad asks.

“Chad, that doesn’t–“

“DID YOU CUM?” Chad loudly asks.

“Yes.” Lena blurts.

“How many?”

“I don’t know, maybe two or three times.”

“So you did like it, you slut!”

Lena takes a few steps to Chad, putting her right in front of him. Chad faces away from Lena.

“I know you’re hurt, but you know would not cheat on you like this.” Lena appeals. “And there’s some good from all this, I can finally please you like you want me to.”

Chad looks in Lena’s desperate eyes. Lena pulls her towel from her and lets it drop on the floor, revealing her naked body.

“Fuck me, Chad.” Says Lena. “Take me now. I know how to have sex. I can be the girlfriend you deserve. Fuck me right here and now.”

In seconds, Lena is pulled to her boyfriend and gets a deep thong kiss for half a minute. She then finds herself carried over Chad’s shoulder as he walks from the living room. As Chad carries Lena up the stairs, she feels a hard, stinging slap on her ass.

“You want to fuck, you slut? I’ll give you a fucking you won’t forget.” Says Chad.

Lena’s ass is slapped again. It hurts her but as much as her fear of Chad’s anger. She hopes the sex with calm him down and enable him to remember why she was on that yacht türkçe bahis to begin with.

In Lena’s room, Chad drops her on her bed and hurryingly takes his clothes off. Laying flat on her bed, Lena looks to Chad undressing until he is as naked as her. With a hard erected penis, Chad walks to the bed.

“I love you.” Lena says looking in Chad’s eyes.

Chad says nothing as he crawls over Lena and lower his cock into her pussy. Lena closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she welcomes her boyfriend member in her. As the pelvic motion begins, Chad grabs Lena’s wrists. The motions get harder and faster.

“Chad, I love you.” Lena says again.

“Then why did I have to wait four months to fuck you?” Chad surly asks, still thrusting his cock in his girlfriend.

“I told you I wasn’t ready.” Lena answers.

“But you were ready to go to a stranger’s house and let yourself get gang-banged.” Chad’s grips on Lena’s wrists tighten.

“Chad, you’re hurting me.” Lena pleads.

“Is it because you didn’t think I was good enough?” The thrusts get harder.

“No, Chad. I told you I wanted you as my first.”

Suddenly, Chad pulls his cock from Lena. He grabs one on her legs to forcibly turn Lena on to her front. This reminds Lena of her first anal sex with Todd and the pain she felt, followed by the pleasure. She feels the pain again as Chad rams his cock in her ass, causing her to growl in pain.

“You’re just a slut, aren’t you, Lena?” Chad yells.

Once again, Lena feels a growing sensation of sexual bliss taking over her very being, ceasing her inhibitions.

“YES! GOD DAMMIT, FUCK ME!” Lena screeches.

Chad’s thrusts get harder and harder, until he ejaculates in Lena’s ass. The thrusts slows down to a steady pace for half a minute until Chad pulls his cock out and lays down next to Lena.

Lena’s room is in silence except for the deep breathing of the teenage lovers. Lena looks at Chad, lying on her bed, resting his eyes. Even though she didn’t orgasm herself, she feels happy that Chad did, relieving him from his sexual frustration. Sexual frustration she caused.

“Did you like it?” Lena softly asks.

“Yeah.” Chad answers. “You have a really tight ass.”

Lena ignores Chad last statement and crawls closer to him. As Lena lays on her side next her boyfriend, Chad opens his eyes and looks at her. Chad smiles.

“Do you want to do it again?” Lena asks.

“Fuck, yeah. You’re gonna show me everything you learned.”

“Why don’t you rest for a few minutes? I’m going to the pool to cool off.”

“Sure. I’ll be there in a few.”

As Lena hopes off her bed, she reach for her robe, but decide not to bother. She finds it rousing to walk around her home naked.

Making her way back to the living room, Lena takes the videotape from the VCR. She knows no good well come from anyone watching this tape. Lena hurries the kitchen with the tape, there she smashes the tape against the counter and feeds the remains in the garbage disposal. As she hears the grinding and crushing sounds of the incriminating tape being destroys, she gives a sigh of relief.

Feeling thirsty, Lena walks the fridge to retrieve a soda. Opening the door, she spots a bottle of champagne. Thinking as a way to celebrate a new stage in relationship with Chad, she takes the champagne. As she shuts the fridge door, the sight of a petite Flipina startles Lena in her early twenties, dressed in a maid’s outfit.

“Jesus, Teresa!” Lena blurts. “You fucking scared me!”

“Why are you walking around like that?” Teresa criticizes. “And where have you been all of yesterday?”

“None of your business.” Lena harshly answers.

“Your father will want to know. You think you can tell him it’s none of his business?”

“Do you even know how to contact him? My dad pays you clean the house, sort the mail, do the laundry and when Mom’s not around, suck his cock.”

Teresa’s mouth drop at Lena’s accusing words.

“Don’t deny it.” Lena continues. “Even if you tell my dad, I’ll just play innocent and mention I’ve seen you drinking his liquor cabinet. He’ll figure you’re too much trouble to have, so he’ll fire you and maybe even deport you. What do you think about that?”

Teresa says nothing for a few seconds.

“Fine, then.” Teresa says, giving in.

“Good. Now go to your room and stay there. I don’t want my boyfriend to see you.”

Lena smugly watches Teresa leave, she feels good over her victory over the slut letting herself be fucked by her father. What kind of woman güvenilir bahis siteleri would fuck a married man? Lena asks herself. She hopes Teresa will obey her and stay in her room, having that shamelessly promiscuous Flipina in her home with her boyfriend enough cause for concern.

* * * * *

Slowly treading water with her arms and legs, Lena feels the liberating sensations of floating naked in the water of the pool in the backyard. She never swam in the pool without a swimsuit before, but plans to do so far now on.

Her bliss ceases by a huge splash near her. Treading water upright, she sees Chad emerging from the water, still naked as well. Lena begins to tread water as she positions herself in the middle of the pool.

“Are you ready for more?” Lena playfully asks.

“You know I am.” Chad replies. “Come over here.”

“No. You want me, you’ll have to get.” Lena swims away from Chad, who swims to her in pursuit. Lena leads Chad to the shallow end of the pool. With her feet on the tiled floor, Lena stops and waits for Chad to take her in the romantic fashion she fantasized one time.

With Lena in arms-reach, Chad stands on the tiled floor. His hands embrace Lena’s hips and pulls her to him, Chad’s open mouth presses against Lena’s and forces his tongue inside, which Lena surrenders her mouth and her body to him. Chad’s hands move down from Lena’s hips to her ass, she feels the hands caressing and squeeze her firm ass. Lena wraps her arms around Chad as she feels his stiff prick brushing against her.

“Have me here.” Lena pleads after breaking the open-mouth kiss. “I want you to fuck me in the pool.”

Responding to Lena’s plea, Chad lowers his hands from Lena’s ass to the back of her legs and firmly takes hold of them, then he pulls her legs to him. As Lena obligingly wraps her legs around Chad’s waist, she feels Chad’s cock taken in by her pussy.

Lena secures her position by wrapping her arms around Chad’s shoulders as she motions her hips to please Chad’s cock. Her pussy is excited once again, craving for another tinkling surge of bliss as before. But Lena feels it well be different this time, not like in the yacht with five horny men who only wanted her for sex. Hot, sweaty, constantly climaxing sex. Lena didn’t love any of them as she loves Chad, so on a more intimate level, the sex well be better.

Still in intercourse, Lena closes her eyes and focus on the growing pleasure emanating from her sex. She eagerly waits for her body to receive the approaching orgasm.

“AAAAGGGHHHH!” Chad’s scream brakes Lena’s focus, she then feels Chad’s cock ejaculating in her from his orgasm. The sensation from the penetrating penis begins to dwindle for Lena, leaving unfulfilled.

Chad release Lena, allowing her to stand. With her feet back on the pool floor, Lena embraces him, keeping her disappointment to herself.

“I love you, Chad.” Lena says mostly to remind herself.

“Love you too, babe.” Chad replies. “

“I fantasize about having my first time to be in this pool. With you.” Lena says.

“Just me? Not with five other guys?”

Offended, Lena pulls away from Chad.

“That’s not funny.” Says Lena. “Do you want to know why I wanted to wait? The real reason?”

“You kept telling me you weren’t ready.”

“And I wasn’t.” Lena explains. “I was afraid I would do it wrong and then you’d leave me for someone else. When you wanted me to fuck Eddie, I didn’t care anything about him, so I disappointed him in bed he would just do his business and then ask me to leave.”

“Well, you seem really good at it now.” Chad bluntly states.

“Yes, now I am.” Lena admits, walking to Chad. “Chad, I love you. Only you. That thing with Eddie and his friends was just a one-time thing. I’m never going to do anything like that again.”

“So you think you can stop being a slut, like that?” Chad asks.

“Maybe.” Answers Lena, pressing her nude against his, smiling. “Or maybe I can just be your slut. Yours and yours only.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now that you’ll stop gambling, like you promised, we can spend our time together fucking.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chad grins.

“I knew you would.” Lena smiles.

The two begin to kiss passionately for a few minutes. Afterwards, Lena and Chad swim to the champagne Lena left at the edge of the pool. As the lovers drink to celebrate their first of many sexual encounters, Lena ponders the past few nights and realizes it wasn’t all so bad. Since Chad’s gambling was the cause of his stress, he can treat Lena better now that Chad will stop. She did enjoy the sex with Eddie and his friends, but only on a physical level and now she can be the slut girlfriend Chad wants.

Slut. Lena thinks. Such a degrading word.

To be continued…

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When my husband, Gerald, informed me that his work was taking him out of the country for two months, I wasn’t happy. I had decided ages ago that I was going to spend June and July redecorating. While my husband was usually a busy man, I had fully intended to make use of him in his spare time, helping out with all those jobs that require two pairs of hands. In the back of my mind an evil voice was telling me that he’d arranged this trip to the Middle East on purpose to avoid redecorating, which I knew he hated, but of course that wasn’t true. His job often took him overseas for long periods, overseeing corporate sales and mergers, transactions which didn’t happen overnight.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I had protested. “You know I wanted to get everything finished before the twins get home in August!”

Hubby offered to get some professional decorators in, something we could well afford, but that would defeat much of the purpose. I had left work when the twins came along and since then I had always preferred to keep busy. I wasn’t one for the life of a lady of leisure, so as the twins grew older and required less attention I had turned to maintaining our home and garden. This had done me plenty of good. I was much handier indoors and out than my husband, and the constant exercise had helped me maintain the figure that attracted him in the first place. I don’t mind admitting that I look good for a mother in her late thirties, my waste still small, my bum rounded but firm and my large breasts barely sagging any more than they did on my wedding day.

Gerald knew all this and promised to make it up to me somehow. Of course, what he didn’t know was that I had other reasons for not wanting various workmen about the house for the summer. I had made that mistake before when we had a couple of strapping lads in to do our patio at the back of the house. I had ended up spending the majority of five days on my back, bent over tables, pressed up against walls and in all sorts of other undignified positions as these two rampant youths filled me with their big cocks again and again. Gerald had been unimpressed with the lack of progress the lads were making, a situation which came to a head güvenilir bahis on the Friday evening when Gerald accused them of being lazy good-for-nothings who were trying to con him out of money by dragging out the job. It had taken all my skills of diplomacy to defuse that situation, which variously looked like coming to blows or, worse, a revelation of my own culpability. I somehow persuaded Gerald that the guys would get the work finished over the weekend while we went to a nice hotel on the coast for a little getaway. Naturally without me to continually service, the work was done by Sunday lunchtime!

It should be obvious to you by now that I’m not the most faithful of housewives. The sad truth is that while I love Gerald, I love going behind his back as much. I’m not a nymphomaniac; I don’t go around seeking sexual gratification where I can find it. It’s the illicit thrill of what I’m doing that gets me. Gerald is a good man who works hard and deserves a good wife. That I, a wife who treats him well on the surface and who he adores, regularly betray him and cuckold him with impunity, that’s what does it for me. Does that make me a bad person? I’ve reflected on this at length and come to the conclusion that it probably does, but aren’t we all bad to a lesser or greater extent? I make Gerald happy, I’m a good mother and I donate money and time to worthy causes. I don’t engineer opportunities to cheat on my husband, I just tend to find myself in them and often have trouble resisting when I feel that there will be no consequences. There are no black and white situations; there are only shades of grey. Is this all mere self-justification, the soothing of a guilty conscience? Perhaps, but it appears to be working. I don’t spend my time racked with guilt. If a neutral observer were to judge me, this might be the most damning indictment. This is not meant to be a psychological study of the cheating wife, so enough about my dark inner-workings!

I had resigned myself to slogging away in this big lonely house for the summer when Gerald announced that he had found a solution. His sister, Anne, had mentioned that her son, William, would need something to occupy his time while off school for türkçe bahis the summer. Gerald had suggested that William come to stay at ours for the summer and help with the redecorating, which Anne agreed was an ideal solution. Needless to say I was delighted, this would mean I had a full-time assistant instead of the part-time one I’d been hoping for, and also meant that I would have company for the summer while Gerald was away.

“Are you sure William doesn’t mind coming here for the summer?” I asked Gerald that evening, as we lay in bed, “Wouldn’t he prefer staying closer to home? He must have friends he’d like to spend time with.”

“Apparently not, Anne says he’s positively delighted with the idea and can’t wait to come down. I’d imagine he’s pretty happy with the prospect of being out of his mother’s way for a couple of months. You know how fierce Anne can be!”

“Oh Gerald, your sister’s not that bad, although I guess she does have a domineering streak to her!”

“You can say that again. Of course, I’m sure William is probably just as excited about the prospect of spending time with his beautiful young aunt! Young boys and all that,” laughed Gerald, playfully squeezing my left breast.

“Gerald, the very idea, “I mock-scolded him, “William is only a boy, he probably thinks I’m an old woman!”

“Hah, “exclaimed Gerald, “William’s not that young any more and I remember when I was his age I was horny as a goat and had the hots for more than one of my mothers friends.”

“Horny as a goat, were you?” I reached over and slid my hand inside the front of Gerald’s underwear. I wrapped my hand around him, felt him growing to his usual small erection and looked into his eyes. “It feels like the old goat has some life in him yet!”

The truth was that the turn the conversation had taken had stirred something in me. I certainly had no intent of sleeping with a teenage boy, especially not my nephew. However, the thought of him being around me while we worked, his hormones racing, watching me, admiring my body, catching ‘accidental’ glimpses of flesh as I increased the teasing, it was enough to stir my arousal. I was now really looking forward to William’s arrival and güvenilir bahis siteleri Gerald was about to be the beneficiary of that mounting excitement.

“Oh, Lisa,” Gerald gasped as I squeezed his firm erection and began to stroke his cock. He had always been especially fond of my hand-jobs and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I had him spurting his hot cum into my hand. That wasn’t what I wanted however, as I knew if that happened there would be no more fun for me tonight. I quickly swung my leg across Gerald and mounted him, reaching between my own legs to take hold of his cock and slowly lower myself onto him. His cock was undeniably hard, but its unimpressive dimensions were never enough to make me cum alone. I took hold of Gerald’s right hand and placed it between my legs. He knew what to do and began to move his index finger around my hard clit, tracing figures back and forth while I slowly lowered myself up and down his cock, careful not to drop down too hard and trigger an impromptu eruption. I had to be especially careful not to raise myself too quickly and have him ‘fall out’ of me, something which can happen all too easy with an undersized penis. I had learned through experience that Gerald would react badly to that. Gerald was a proud man, the kind of man who probably suspected that his was not the largest equipment in the world, but who would never acknowledge the fact, or that this might be an issue. I wouldn’t dream of bringing it up, knowing him as I did, and managed to soothe his ego occasionally through faked orgasms or by getting myself off through additional means. His finger working my clit while I rode him was just one of those means,

My arousal surprised me and I quickly found myself moving towards climax. Gerald increased his pressure and speed, bringing me to the edge. I began to press down hard, driving his hard cock as far inside me as I could get it. I heard Gerald cry out almost in agony as his stiff prick exploded inside of me, his hot cum spurting into my now spasming pussy, the walls struggling to grasp his hardness.

As my orgasm faded away, I dismounted and pressed myself into Gerald’s side.

“Oh Gerald, my stallion,”I cooed, knowing how he loved to be praised after he made me cum.

“Not bad for an old goat, eh?” he laughed, squeezing me to him.

I smiled to myself in the dark, wondering what I could expect when the horny young Billy goat got to town.

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(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older)

***

Sandy woke up not knowing where she was, instead of her being alone or next to her hairy husband she was cuddled up with someone smooth and soft who’s big tits were mashed up against her’s. Then she remembered the day before and opened her eyes to see her sexy 18 year old daughter naked in bed with her.

She smiled and kissed her sweet little girl. Who stirred and slowly woke up and smiled at her mother, “Morning mom I see last night wasn’t just a dream.”

“Not unless one of us is still asleep.” Ashley kisses her mom while one hand goes to her tits and the other her pussy. “Wait Ash.”

“How come mom?”

“Well as much as I’d love to spend the day fucking my daughter you have school and if we start something we won’t be able to stop, so lets just cuddle and talk until you need to get ready.”

“Well that’s not as much fun but ok what do you want to talk about?”

“Well you know everything about my sex life,” then she blushes, “well except ankara escort me flashing the pizza boy as a tip last night. So tell me more about yours.”

“You really did that last night?”

“Yeah I guess you’ve helped bring out my slutty side.”

“Well I like your slutty side and can’t wait to see what’s next. But you want to hear about me so what first mom?”

“Ok let’s start simple first kiss, but not like a peck on the cheek.”

“My first real kiss was Matt Goffers in the 5th grade in the janitors closet. What next?”

“Ok first cock you ever saw in person?”

“That’s easy Mike’s, we were changing for some family thing and when I turned around he had his pants off and there was his cock not a foot from my face. He quickly pulled his pants up.”

“How old where you?”

“I don’t know, I was little and its not like I knew what it was I was seeing. Next?”

“First time you touched one?” Ashley blushes more than Sandy remembers seeing her do before, “well come on.”

“It was Peter’s. I went to wake him up for school escort ankara and he was naked. I saw it just out in the open like that and touched it but it twitched, which scared me half to death, and I ran away. And no he doesn’t know if that’s what you were about to ask.”

“Ok wasn’t expecting that but ok. Uh first one you sucked and if you say it was a family member.”

“No I’ve never done anything sexual with family until yesterday,” she grins, “but to answer your question it was my boyfriend sophomore year. And all the cocks I’ve sucked have been boyfriends’ with the exception of 3.”

“Who where they?”

“Kim’s brother Tim during a game of truth or dare, Mike’s friend Ted a few years ago, and Sara’s dad.”

“What Mr. Berns? When did this happen? Did he force you?”

“No he didn’t force me, it was right after my 18th birthday a few months ago. It was the weekend after he found his girlfriend in his bed fucking his son. He was so depressed talking about how women hated him and only cared about his money like his ex wife. I told him ankara escort bayan he was wrong and they were just gold diggers. I told him I thought he was a nice and sweet guy and told him I’d prove it. So I gave him a blowjob.”

“Was it just that one time?”

“No there’s been a few times since.”

“Does Sara know?”

“Yes I told her. She wasn’t thrilled but understood why I did it and said she was fine with it as long as I didn’t hurt him. Anything else?”

“Yes who and when where the 2 girls you fucked before me?”

“Candy and Jill. The two girls that work at the store up the road.”

“You mean the two your brothers said they were talking about when we caught them talking about us yesterday.”

“Yes I told all of you they were lesbians.”

“Yes but you didn’t say you had first hand knowledge of it.”

“If I had my brothers may have cum in their pants last night,” she giggles.

Ashley’s alarm starting going off, “well I guess it’s time for me to get ready for school. Want to help me with my shower.”

“Yes I do but not this time now get going.” Ashley got up after giving her mom a deep kiss and her tits a squeeze. Sandy watched her daughter’s naked ass disappear into her bathroom. She lay back on the bed still feeling tired and was soon asleep.

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Chapter 1

“Daddy! Hurry up! We’ll be late!” Sandi looked at herself in the hall mirror one last time and she liked what she saw. She knew her father would love it too: a crop top that plainly showed her braless nipples and a skirt so short she actually decided to wear a thong instead of going completely naked underneath. “That would come later,” she smiled to herself.

Tom Sanders had wanted to do something special for his daughter since he divorced her mother 4 years ago. He’d always loved his daughter more than anything else in his life and now he was going to help her celebrate her 18th birthday in Aruba. He’d let her choose what she wanted for her birthday and a week in Aruba with her dad was what she came up with. When Tom asked her why she chose that, she’d said she liked the way he looked at her when she wore a bikini. “This way, I can wear a bikini all day every day and you can look all you want!” she said with a grin.

Tom wondered if she knew about his fantasies. How could she know, he’d been very careful to keep them buried deep inside only allowing himself to think about them in the dark of his own bedroom, late at night, as he would fall off to sleep. Then he would imagine the unimaginable: fucking his own daughter. He’d tried to think about when it all started. Sandi was 15 and she was staying at his house one weekend after the divorce. It was late at night and Sandi had gone to get ready for bed. She’d always been his “little girl” and even though her body had transformed in the previous couple of years he really hadn’t thought of her in any other way. Then she walked in to say good night and everything changed.

Tom looked up and before him stood the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She wore a pair of white bikini panties and she’d put on one of his shirts. She hadn’t buttoned it though, and it hung slightly open allowing a clear view of the swell of her breasts. He immediately felt self-conscious and quickly looked into his daughter’s eyes. There was an unmistakable sparkle in them and a little impish grin on her lips. She’s seen him looking he thought.

“So do you like the way your shirt fits me?” she asked.

“Yeah, the shirt… it looks fine. Better on you than me,” he added without being able to stop himself.

From that moment on he found he couldn’t stop thinking about his daughter in a sexual way. He’d lie in bed at night and imagine slowly kissing the swell of her breasts as he pulled the shirt back to reveal her nipple. His tongue would caress it causing it to harden. He’d picture his hand slowly moving down her stomach to the top of those little white panties, his fingers snaking under the band of elastic moving down to her moist pussy. Stroking his rock hard cock, he would cum in thick ropes and then he’d cringe inside. “What a pervert I must be, thinking about fucking my own daughter.”

His awareness of Sandi’s sexuality made the weekends difficult for him. He loved having her there with him, but he’d find himself hoping he would see her getting dressed or going to the shower. Whenever he did catch a glimpse of her it would become the starting place for a new fantasy and a new opportunity to masturbate with renewed vigor about his daughter.

Though Tom couldn’t imagine it, Sandi wasn’t exactly innocent in all of this. The night she wore her dad’s shirt was part of a plan. She’d recently had a boyfriend break up with her and start dating another girl who she’d always considered a friend. Word got back to her that the boy dropped her because he thought she wasn’t sexy enough. Sandi was devastated. She’d always enjoyed “playing with boys,” as she called it. She’d sucked his dick, and let him get his finger up he pussy, not that she got much out of it.

Now she had to determine if she was “sexy” or not. That’s when she thought she’d see how her dad would react to her. She’d always thought he was very sexy. He was 6’1″ tall with a medium build. He’d had a beard her entire life so she really didn’t know what he looked like without it and he’d just started wearing his hair very short as a reply to the bald spot that was beginning to take over. In fact, he looked a bit like Sean Connery to her and that was very sexy!

With that in mind she went in to her dad’s room, put on his shirt, pulled her panties up a bit so they would ride up between the lips of her pussy and walked in to say good night. The way her father looked at her convinced her she didn’t have her sexuality to worry about. She thought for a minute she’d have to put his tongue back in his mouth for him. Then he’d mumbled something about how good she’d looked in his shirt. She went to bed that night with a smile on her face knowing that if she could turn on her dad, she must be pretty hot.

In fact that thought began to run through her mind a lot. She’d daydream about what might have happened that night and she’d get wet thinking about her dad making love to her. She loved the feeling she had when she’d imagine him between her legs and pumping his cock deep inside her. pendik escort She started doing little things whenever she was around her dad to get herself excited. She’d wear just a t-shirt in the morning finding reasons to bend over in front of him, hoping he’d look at her tits. She’d sit with her legs slightly open across from him and watch to see if he’d sneak a peek up her skirt. He always did.

Over the next couple of years, they developed an elaborate game of seduction although neither could or would admit it to the other. But they both loved it and secretly wished they could follow through on their deepest desires for each other. Sandi had finally decided that she would have to be the one to break the ice. When her father asked her what she wanted for her 18th birthday, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to get fucked by her dad, but if she told him that it would surely scare him off. Instead, she decided she would take him away somewhere that she could finish the seduction of him she’d started 3 years before. Finally, after playing with herself night after night, imagining her daddy’s cock pumping in and out of her pussy, her dream would “cum true,” she chuckled to herself.

She told her dad that she would take care of all the arrangements. He said something about separate rooms and she assured him not to worry. Separate rooms? Not a chance! She booked a room with one king sized bed and a perfect view of the ocean. She was told that many couples book the room for their honeymoon. “This may not be a honeymoon but there’s going to be a whole lot of fucking anyway,” she thought.

She told her dad she’d need to buy some clothes for the trip. With the thought of seduction in mind she went out and bought the sexiest wardrobe she could find: the skimpiest bikinis, the shortest skirts, the sheerest tops, the sexiest lingerie. She picked out a little black dress that looked like it was painted on her lithe young body.

The last thing she did was go to the beauty salon. Nosing around in her father’s room one day when he was gone, she’d found a copy of a magazine called “Barely Legal.” In it were nude layouts of girls who had just turned 18. It confirmed what she’d thought about her dad, he was a dirty old man… thank god! He liked young girls, and she was pretty sure he’d get to live his wildest fantasy on this trip, but she wanted it be perfect for him. She noticed that all the models had shaved their pussy. There was something very “little girl” naughty about the way they looked with their smooth little pussies spread open for the camera. That was when she knew what she would do. “I need a bikini wax,” was what she told the receptionist and was taken to a private cubicle and told to undress. When the girl came in to her cubicle, she was more forthright. “I want to surprise someone special. Can you remove all my pubic hair?” She really wanted to say, “I’m going to seduce my daddy with my pussy looking like it belongs on a 12 year old, can you help?” but she thought that might not be the right thing to say! She smiled when the attendant told her, “No problem! Sounds like fun!” If you only knew, thought Sandi.

“My god! You look beautiful! I don’t know why you wanted to bring me on this trip instead of one of your friends!” Tom stood looking at his daughter’s sensuous body. This week was going to be harder than he thought, and in more ways than one, as he shifted his growing erection as subtly as possible. Sandi grinned triumphantly at him.

“I just wanted to spend some time alone with you,” she replied.

“Yeah, but if you’d taken one of your girlfriends you would have easily found many eager guys ready to party with you. Now you’re stuck with me.”

“Believe me, I’d rather be stuck by you, I mean, with you, than any young kid.”

Tom caught the mistake but ignored its implications. “Honey, I’ll be the luckiest man in Aruba!”

You can say that again, she thought as she smiled and gave him a big hug. “Oh daddy, I love you!” Her breasts smashed against his chest and she let her body mold to his, pushing her mons into him. “Oh my, I think he’s beginning to get hard,” she thought. This may be easier than I thought!

“Hey, I thought you said we were going to be late! Let’s go!”

Sandi unwrapped herself from her dad’s body. She wanted him so bad, she thought for a moment she should tell him, “To hell with the trip let’s fuck right now,” but she couldn’t. She’d planned this for so long, she was going to do it right, even if she had to exercise all the willpower she possessed to do so.

“All right then, let’s go!”

*

Chapter 2

Sandi looked at her watch and squirmed in her seat. It had already been 2 hours since they’d taken off and between her anticipation of the week ahead, sitting next to her father, the subtle vibration of the airplane, and the rubbing of her thong, which had eased it’s way between her pussy lips, her pussy was as wet as she could ever remember. In fact she was sure she could smell her own juices.

“Are you all escort pendik right, honey?” asked her father.

“Yeah, sure dad. I’m just getting anxious to get there.”

“Well, you should just try and relax. You were up so late last night packing, I’m surprised you aren’t asleep by now.”

“I’m not sure I could go to sleep right now. I’m too excited.” If you only knew how excited, she thought.

“Why don’t you try any way? Here, put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes, you’re probably more tired than you think,” he said as he raised the airplane seat arm so she could snuggle up to him.

She couldn’t resist an offer like that! Her body was aching for her father’s touch. She leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That’s it, sweetie. Here this might even be better,” he said as he raised his arm and put it around her. “Now, how’s that?”

“Oh, daddy, you always know what’s best for me, don’t you!” she whispered in his ear.

Tom shivered as he felt his daughter’s breath against his neck. He’d decided he couldn’t take just sitting next to Sandi any longer. For the last two hours his eyes had constantly wandered to the expanse of thigh that she revealed as she sat next to him in her short little skirt. He swore if she moved he’d be able to see her crotch, which in his growing state of excitement he wouldn’t have minded at all.

In fact, at one point he purposely dropped the magazine he was reading just so he could bend over and shoot a quick glance between her legs. When he did, he could have sworn he could smell the intoxicating odor of wet pussy… but that was more than he could have asked for, he thought. Maybe his little girl was fantasizing about the flight attendant. He couldn’t believe he could possibly turn her on.

He did wonder why she’d dressed so provocatively, though. His first thought when he’d seen her before they left was that she was getting a jump on the island ambience. She certainly didn’t have many more clothes on than what was commonly worn down there. But when she’d given him that hug and practically glued herself to his body, he began to wonder what was going on. Of course he didn’t mind, not at all. He’d practically had a hard on since that moment.

“Daddy?” Sandi’s voice roused him from his thoughts.

“Yes, honey, what is it?”

“Could you put that blanket over us, I’m getting a little chilly.”

Tom’s heart sank a bit. Damn, I was just getting used to looking at those beautiful legs, he thought.

“Sure. There, is that better?” he said as he pulled the blanket over her.

“Thanks, but could you pull it over your lap too? There’s a draft getting under that edge,” she said indicating the blanket edge between them. “See, like this.”

As Sandi pulled the blanket over to cover her father’s lap, she pulled her arm under the blanket and let her hand drop to his crotch. She felt his semi-hard cock pointing up toward his waist inside his pants. Her forearm rubbed against it as she let her hand hang limply between his legs.

“Oh, yes daddy. That’s much better.”

Tom’s eyes rolled back in his head. Oh my god! She’s almost holding on to my cock! He felt it harden as his daughter’s hand rested less than an inch from his balls. He felt an involuntary spasm shoot through his cock, which in turn moved his cock against Sandi’s arm.

“Daddy, I can’t wait to get to our hotel, can you?”

“No, uh… no I uh… I can’t wait,” he stammered like a 14 year old on his first date.

Sandi smiled. Everything was going to be just perfect, she could tell by the growing bulge next to her arm in her father’s pants.

I wonder if daddy’s ever fucked a young girl before? The thought began to excite her as she imagined her father seducing some teenager, maybe even one of her own friends! Oooh, that would be shocking wouldn’t it, she grinned to herself. My daddy the dirty old man! Well soon he’s going to get some little girl pussy and I can’t wait. She let out a muffled groan.

The thought of her father burying his face in her smooth shaved pussy filled her mind. The image made her so horny that she had to try to do something about it. Asking her father to put the blanket over her had two separate but related goals. One, which was a success by the feel of things, was to get her hand down between her dad’s legs so she could feel his cock. The second was to give herself the opportunity to sneak her hand between her legs so she could rub her pussy. Ever since she had the hair on her pussy removed, she found she loved the feel of her smooth little puss. Of course, she loved playing with herself anyway but now there was something special about the feel.

She realized it was because she’d done it for her father. It was something overtly sexual that she’d done just to please him. She was going to fuck her dad. The man who made her was going to fill her pussy with his cum. God was that a delicious thought.

Her hand found it’s way between her legs and she was overwhelmed with how pendik escort bayan wet she’d become. Her thong was drenched and her thighs were actually getting sticky. As she snaked her finger under the thong and slid it between her lips, she shuddered when it touched her clit. Oh fuck! If I’m not careful I’m going to cum so hard I’ll scream right here on this plane. She pulled her hand out.

Oh she ached to find that blinding release in her orgasm but she knew now she was just too turned on. She couldn’t do it surreptitiously if she wanted to. Her fingers felt sticky with the oozing juices from her cunt. This could be fun, she thought.

With that she pulled her hand from under the blanket and pointed across her father and out the window.

“Daddy, did you see that?” she said holding her pointing finger in front of her father’s face.

“What, honey?”

“I don’t know, I just saw something there,” she continued to point with her finger right in front of his nose.

“No, I don’t see anything.” Tom’s nose twitched with a scent that attacked his now rock hard cock right through his nostrils. He shifted uncomfortably hoping to move it from Sandi’s arm, which still lay in his lap. He knew without a doubt he could smell pussy when she held her finger in front of his nose. I think she’s playing with herself… and me too!

Could she know how he felt? He couldn’t let himself believe it. She just must be a little turned on and touched herself. It was an accident that she pointed with that finger. “She probably didn’t even realize it,” he rationalized.

“Daddy, could you hold me a little tighter, I’m still a bit cold. Why don’t you put your arm under the blanket and then you can pull me close to you.”

She’s a little vixen, he thought.

“OK, here you go.” He moved his arm under the blanket and decided to give her something to think about. If she was playing with him, this should put a stop to it.

He dropped his arm around her and let his hand fall to her hip. Under the blanket, her skirt had ridden up and as he let his fingers caress her, all he felt was skin, the smooth skin of her ass cheek. He gently moved his palm in a light circle.

“Hmmmm… That feels nice daddy. Maybe you can give me a massage when we get to the hotel.”

Tom moved his hand until he could feel the strap of her thong disappearing between her smooth young buttocks. Then, sliding his hand down along her left thigh he pulled her toward him. Sandi lifted her leg as she rolled into her father’s embrace and let her outside leg cross over and rest on his. She felt his hand move back down to her ass and from behind felt the pressure of his fingers on her barely covered pussy. She let out a muffled cry as her father touched her.

“Is everything all right?”

Tom looked up to see a flight attendant peering down at him with concern across her brow.

His cock wilted. His face flushed.

“Is your…”

“…daughter. She’s my daughter.”

“Is your daughter OK?”

“Oh, yes, she’s fine. She’s just a little tired and I think the motion of the plane caused her to feel faint. She’ll be fine, thanks.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” she smiled as she moved on.

Sandi let out a giggle.

Tom let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe you better sit up, I think we’re going to be landing soon.” Tom’s head was spinning. He could hardly believe what had just happened. He nearly had fingered his own daughter’s pussy, on an airplane no less! Not to mention almost getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar!

Meanwhile, Sandi could only think of one thing: her plan was working! She knew it was just a matter of a couple of hours and she would be right where she wanted to be… naked and riding her father’s cock!

Ain’t life grand!

*

Chapter 3

By the time they landed, found their luggage, and walked outside to find a cab, the reality of everything that Sandi had been planning hit her right in the center of her dripping pussy. The heat of Aruba was no match for what she was feeling. She knew that her father had taken the bait she had carefully been dangling in front of him since they left their house that morning. She couldn’t have asked for a better response. Her dad was every bit the lascivious lecher she hoped he was. All those years of teasing, which had been growing in intensity between daughter and father would end today, this afternoon. Sandi was sure of it.

As a final gesture of this long game of seduction, Sandi had a last surprise for her father. Upon arriving in the airport, Sandi excused herself to the women’s room and removed her thong. Now it was just a simple matter of letting her little short skirt to ride up a bit in the cab so her dad could see her freshly shaved pubes. “He’s gonna think he died and went to heaven when I get done with him!”

“Honey, are you all right? You can hardly stand still,” Tom said as he looked at his daughter.

“I’m just so excited daddy, I can’t stand it!”

Tom’s eyes traced from her nipples standing at attention under her little crop top, to her smooth flat stomach and down to what he decided was the shortest skirt he’d ever seen. “I’m getting pretty excited myself,” he thought.

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DISCLAIMERS:

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn’t that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Other than the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don’t judge others for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.

None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.

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It was terribly hard to say good-bye to Olivia (Olivia: The Tutor) and watch her plane disappear into the blue sky on its way back to England. Her tutoring for scholarship applications and for college entrance exams really did help. But it was the other tutoring that I was sorely going to miss. I lost my virginity with her and discovered the joys of sex. Olivia and Nik kept me supplied with all the sex I could handle during my senior year in high school. None of the myriad of girls Nik SAYS were drooling over me had a chance. But, now what was I to do? I had my whole summer ahead of me before setting off for college. And, of the four letters of acceptance I had in hand, I still didn’t know which one to accept.

In fact, watching the plane depart, I think I actually muttered out loud, “Now what the hell am I going to do?”

Only my younger sister Nikki heard that. Her instant reply was, “Oh, I think I may be able to provide a little help there, brother dear.”

Startled, I looked over at her and grinned. Of course there’d be Nik. She’d joined Olivia and me in our sexual adventures on many occasions. Nikki had professed her long standing lust for me as she had injected herself with Olivia and me for the first time that Olivia and I became sexually intimate.

“Tonight dear brother, you’re all mine, exclusively and totally all mine. I hope you’re up to it, Sam.”

Dear God, I hope so too–she’s such a sex craved hottie. The plane left quite early that Saturday morning. I had to get ready for my part-time Saturday job as a pump jockey at one of our local gas stations. My thoughts were jumbled as Dad drove us all back home from the airport.

I reported for work at noon. My shift would end at eight that evening, so I had all day to contemplate the delights that awaited me with my sister. My parents always had a date with a bosom buddy couple of theirs for Saturday night out–supper and dancing, a show, or something. This was a standing date of over ten years. Nikki and I would have the evening to ourselves until the very wee hours of Sunday morning.

My sexual tension wasn’t eased by my job. The gas station where I worked had one full service island among all the other self-serve islands. If you’ve ever worked on the driveway of a gas station, you’ll very well know what I mean.

Every once in a while a car would pull up to the full serve island with a sexy dame in the front seat as either the driver or a passenger. Such women usually had on some kind of very revealing top. Looking straight down through the windshield I was cleaning gave a most satisfying view.

Sometimes these hostiles were unaware, but most were real cock teasers and damned sure aware of the gawking attendant. They’d even lean further forward to increase the temperature level of the guy cleaning the glass. Once, while working the night man’s midnight to eight shift while he was on vacation, I got the show of all shows.

It was the week of the state fair. The car pulled up to the full serve pumps about two thirty that morning. I saw the couple in front as they drove up. I think the woman purposely waited to pull her top up over her bare tits until I approached the car and could see her. My eighteen year old cock gave a big lurch. Damn!

Her escort got out and, after ordering a fill up, went on into the station to the vending area. I stuck the gas hose in the filler spout behind the rear plate and proceeded up front to clean the bug splattered windshield. The woman just sat there fiddling with her top with a big, shit ass grin. She knew I was staring as I made no attempt to hide the fact.

As I walked to the rear of the car, I discovered the couple in the back seat. They were both bare assed naked and the guy, on top, was poking the female’s kitty with all he had. Her tits were bouncing around like mad as he pounded into her. He looked to have quite a rod, too. Damn, my cock did more than just lurch. I will say that the tuzla escort side and back windows of that car got my minute attention–and they didn’t even have a single bug splatter on them.

Well, I guess you get the general idea. But that was some time ago. I was, as I said, presently on the noon to eight shift, so I didn’t expect quite that kind of show again, but still, plenty of exposure in the front seat might be expected on such a warm and muggy day.

In fact, As it turned out, I had three such hottie cock-teasers before my shift ended. One of them, in short shorts, never seemed quite able to satisfy an itch in her crotch. She scratched (rubbed) around on it the whole time I did the windshield. She kept that leering grin on her face the whole time.

Damn it, but I was horny as hell when I walked into the house little after eight. My parents, of course, were long gone on their Saturday night our. But Nik was there to greet me.

“Hey, Sam. How’re they hanging? Get any good shows today?”

“Jesus, Nik, yes and I’m horny as hell right now.”

“Well, you just sit your ass right down to the table here and pretend you’re in an eatery with a topless wait staff.”

Nik immediately peeled out of her top and her bra. She had my supper on the stove and promptly dished it up to serve it to me. God, did she ever have a gorgeous rack, a rack that jiggled most delightfully for me the whole time she moved about serving my supper.

Nik giggled at my continuous staring.

“I told you this morning on the way home from the airport that you were all mine tonight. Believe me yet?”

“Oh yeah, Nik. Oh yeah”

“How ’bout if I add bottomless to the wait staff, Sam?”

“Now that would be a sight to behold, Nik.”

Nik promptly shed her short shorts and little thong. Her bald as a baby kitty gleamed with the moisture of her arousal. The heady aroma of that arousal was immediately detectable to my sensitive nose.

“Oh my, Nik, that’s just lovely. Just lovely.”

“Thought you might like it, Sam. See how hard my nipples got? How ’bout this wet kitty waiting for you, Sam?”

My cock was about to break through my work pants. Nik noticed.

“Looks like they’re hanging pretty damned good, Sam. Why don’t you get comfortable too and shed some clothes.”

That was the next thing to an order from Nik, not a simple statement. So I stood up and slowly got naked. When my pants and jockeys dropped, my cock sprang up at rigid attention. Precum was already bubbling out in anticipation of getting relief from my horny condition.

“See what you do to me, Nik?”

“Yes, and I intend to get a big piece of that salami loaf you call a cock. Damned soon, too.”

I sat back down and tried to finish eating. But my mind was no longer focused–at least on food. Nik sitting down beside me and grabbing hold of my cock didn’t help matters at all, again, not at least where food was concerned.

“Jesus, Nik, let up a bit. If you don’t, I’m going to coat the underside of this table with one damn big load of my cock cream. I’d rather dump that load in your pussy.”

“Well, in that case,” she said, dropping her hand from my cock. “But hurry the fuck up. I need your cock in my pussy PDQ.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really-really. Jesus, and you complain about the cock teasers at the station you have to put up with!”

I crammed the last forkful in my mouth, washed it down with the last of my coffee, and grabbed Nik’s wrist.

“Come with me, my little slut sister, your stud and his cock are seeking refuge in your warm and wet pussy.”

“Oh, I’ll ‘come’ with you alright. Fuck, Sam, take me to bed. We’ll catch holy hell tomorrow for not cleaning up the kitchen, but fuck it. It’s time to screw you senseless.”

We did take our clothes with us though. No use in leaving the wrong kind of evidence laying in plain sight on the kitchen floor. The two of us beat a very hasty retreat to my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Nik grab me in a tight clinch and we were off and running with a long, hot, wet French kiss. My hands grabbed her two ass cheeks and pulled her into my raging erection. She ground her mons into me as much as I pulled her into me. I proceeded to kiss her all about her face, jaw, and neck.

Nik was particularly sensitive to having her ear lobes nibbled and kissing behind her ears. She was moaning big time in under ten seconds. Her hands squeezed between us and got a strangle hold on my cock. With that, she slid down my chest and belly to drop on her knees and envelope my throbbing erection with her mouth. Damn, she was a terrific little cocksucker.

What with my already highly aroused horny state, my endurance was short under her attack on my missile. I shot off my load into her mouth as she swallowed all I could give her. She only gagged once, caught in surprise at my quick eruption.

“Your turn, Nik. On the bed on your back. Quick now, wench!”

“Yes, Master,” she giggled.

I quickly put her knees beside her ears and lovingly gazed at her brazenly tuzla escort bayan exposed pussy from mons to asshole.

“Damn, Nik, your puss is just so Goddamned beautiful!”

Those were the last words spoken by me for some time. My mouth and tongue were buried in the heavenly garden between Nikki’s wide spread legs. I tenderly licked up and down her outer lips for a bit. My tongue then found her wet crevice and lapped up and down from asshole to clit–but going around her clit without touching it, for a while.

My tongue went deeper with each pass through her beautiful crevice before me. Nikki was quivering and shaking in very short order. I rimmed her rosette with my tongue before moving up to her heavenly gate. Rolling my tongue, I plunged it into her wet tunnel as far as I could reach. She immediately jerked into a big orgasm.

“More, Sam, more, more, more.”

I moved my tongue to her clit and then sucked hard on the little button. Simultaneously, I inserted a finger into her anus. Nik responded with an even bigger and longer orgasm.

“Oh my God, Sam, fuck me now. Fuck me now and fuck me hard.”

I complied with her wishes.

My cock entered her pussy, splitting her folds as the helmet sought entrance. Sinking that helmet into the tunnel, I thrust hard and fast into bliss, balls deep, with a loud grunt.

“Damn, Nik, so damned tight every time. I can never get enough of your pussy.”

“Shut the fuck up and screw my brains out, big brother.”

I did just that.

The clock read well after midnight when Nik finally got up and staggered off to her own room. It wouldn’t do for our parents to return home shortly and discover us naked in bed together.

Two weeks later, on a hot Sunday afternoon, Nik and I were laying in the sun on our backyard patio. The folks were gone for the afternoon for some reason or other. I was having a damned hard time with my cock. Nikki was on her back with her bikini top on the ground beside her. Neither of us had said a word for some time.

Nikki finally whispered, “Sam?”

“Yeah, Nik?”

“Would you do something for me?”

“What’s that, Sam?”

“The sun’s getting awfully strong. Will you grease my front up for me–head to toe?”

“Jesus, Nik, what’re you trying to do to me? I’m already having a hell of a time keeping my cock under control just looking at you and now you want me to do that? We don’t know for sure when Mom and Dad will get home.”

“We’ll here the car in plenty of time. Please?”

“Oh, hell.”

I got up and went over to Nikki’s lounger. I straddled her waist, took the sun block from her and proceeded to do her bidding. I spent a very long time on her tits, caressing, rubbing, kneading, nipple tweaking, and whatever. Nikki was a moaning mass of jelly before I was even half done. My cock pumped up so big and tight that it poked above the waist band of my skimpy shorts.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Nik?”

“I can help you with your problem.”

“What problem?”

“Your perpetual horniness and especially that oh so gorgeous hardon.”

“You usually do.”

“But I’d like to share you again, you know, like when Olivia was here.”

“Share me? What the hell are you talking about?”

” Well, I, uh, that is, uh. Oh shit, Sam. I’ve got several girlfriends that would like a piece of you, Sam. They’re always after me with questions: “Have you ever seen him naked?” or “What kind of cock’s he got, big, little, what?” or “Jesus, I bet he knows how to fuck a woman senseless.”

“You’re shittin’ me, Nik!”

“No, Sam, I’m not. I told you before when Olivia was here. You’ve got more girls drooling after you than you can imagine. They’re yours for the taking. Since graduation, there’s still many of them around, like us, waiting for the fall college term to arrive.”

“I don’t believe you, Nik.”

“Wanna find out? Mind you, I don’t want to be left out of your sex life. Your still mine first. I told the girls that I’d act as go-between, for them, pimp if you like,

with you if you agreed, but only on one condition.”

“What condition is that, Nik?”

“They get you alone the first time, but then I want to be the third one of a threesome the next time and any time thereafter.”

“Jesus, Nik, you told them we fuck–brother and sister?

“Yeah, and they think it’s cool. You know best girl pals tell each other everything–everything in minute detail. There’s a lot more questions they asked me once they found out we were fucking.”

“I just bet there were more questions, Nik.”

“Are you interested?”

“Ok, so tell me, who the hell of your girlfriends wants to fuck me?”

Nikki ran down a list of six girls for starters. I just gasped. Shit, these were some of the most luscious girls from the graduated senior class and a couple who’d be seniors in the fall term. Real babes, hotties, and in at least one case, a real swinger. At least that was her reputation.

“Who’d you like to start with, Sam?”

“Ok, sister, I think I’ll just escort tuzla call your bluff. Let’s see if you can set me up with Sandy for starters.”

“Sandy it is, dear brother mine.”

“Jesus,” was all I could say as I just shook my head.

SANDY’S NIGHT

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Nik.”

“You’re ‘sposed to call Sandy sometime after four o’clock this afternoon.”

“OH? Alright, thanks.”

I waited ’til six before I called. No use letting her think I was too anxious to get into her pants.

“Hi, Sandy, it’s Sam.”

“Oh, Hi Sam, what’s up?”

“I was about top ask you that. Nik said you had something on your mind.”

“Yeah, I kinda do.”

“I’m all ears, Sandy.”

“This is kinda hard, Sam. We’ve never dated and don’t know each other very well, but…’

“But what, Sandy.”

“Well, ah, um, I-I-I’d kinda like to know what all the fuss is about?”

“Fuss about what, Sandy/”

“The fuss about, uh, ah, um, shit. The fuss about fucking.”

“Why? Haven’t your folks told you anything? Haven’t you ever fucked before?”

“Oh God, this is hard, Sam, please.”

“Ok, Sandy, just tell me–I’m listening.”

“No on both counts, Sam. Mother told me all about uh, ah, girls and their p-p-periods but nothing else. And no, I’ve not f-f-fucked before. I never put out on dates except for a few times I let someone fondle my, m-my b-b-bressts and then only over clothes. No bare flesh. I didn’t get the nickname ‘Miss Iceberg’ for no reason, Sam.”

“I see, though I never believed the ‘Miss Iceberg’ thing. Why me, Sandy? Why now?”

“Because Nikki said you could be gentle as a lamb. Because you’re such a stud. Because I don’t want to go to college in the fall as a totally ignorant virgin. Will you help me, Sam?”

“Well, Sandy, when you put it that way, I guess the only thing a gentleman could say is, yes, I’ll help you.”

“Oh, Sam, thank you.”

“What did you have in mind, Sandy?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday and your folks are always gone for most of the night, yes?”

“Yes.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you take me out for a romantic supper and then back to your house for uh, well ah, f-for s-some d-desert, maybe?”

“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty tomorrow night, Sandy. Wear something dressy, not casual.”

“Oh God, Sam, oh God. Ok. Bye, Sam, ’till tomorrow night.”

“Bye, Sandy.”

My God, just like that. Nik was right, at least in Sandy’s case. I immediately made some phone calls and set things up for my date. I think she’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.

The time was six twenty nine when I pulled my three year old Miata roadster to the curb in front of Sandy’s house. She answered the door almost before the door bell quit chiming. Man, she must really be nervous. Usually, the guy has to wait for the girl to finish getting ready.

“H-Hi, Sam.”

“Hello, Sandy. My but you look like a dream tonight.”

She did too–in that red velvet, strapless cocktail dress with the black, patent leather heels, black clutch purse, and the pearl necklace and bracelet. She had minimal make-up on her face, just enough to look utterly gorgeous. Her cleavage looked pretty damned good as well.

“Oh, Sam, thank you.”

She saw me looking down her cleavage and said, “I’ll tell you a secret about that, but later.”

“About what?”

“Where you’re looking. Shh, here comes Dad and Mom.”

I was invited in, introductions were made, and I must of passed muster because her Dad said, “Have a good time, kids, and drive safely. We want you both back in one piece.”

“Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Ma’am.

I escorted Sandy to the car, and like a gentleman, opened her door, for her to climb in. She unknowingly gave me a flash of panty as she maneuvered herself into my low sports car.

“God, Sam, I like your car–but it’s, uh, it’s ah…”

“Cozy?” I suggested.

“Yeah. But that’s Ok.”

A half hour passed on our drive to the nearby city to the restaurant I’d called the evening before. We chatted quite easily together. The place was the famous Giovani’s and naturally, they served Italian food, had a fancy decor, but had excellent food at moderate prices. It was always busy and reservations were usually needed if you wanted a table within any reasonable time.

Sandy was suitably impressed as we drove in and parked. She was even more impressed when the Maitre d’ escorted us to our table in a semiprivate area. The lighting was very low with candlelit tables. A string quartet wandered around the various tables, playing requests. It was a very romantic atmosphere.

We were served wine, red for me, white for Sandy, with no questions. We both looked older than we really were. We started with all you can eat salad and breadsticks. For an entree, we both ordered Lasagna. Desert was an Italian ice cream of some kind.

During the entree, I signaled the violinists. They wandered over and played several pre-requested Italian love songs along with the old Elvis song, Love Me Tender. Those violins made one almost cry. Sandy did have moisture showing a bit in her eyes before the musicians were done. I slipped them a twenty. She also had a far away, dreamy look on her face.

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I woke up a bit early for a summer day, mostly focusing on yesterday’s events. I’m trying to hatch out my plans for dates with Heather. She seems like such a sweet girl who has been cornered by my sister and me. We’re forcing her out of her shell, as a team. It strikes me as a pretty odd thing for my sister to do. I mean, she’s introduced me to friends of hers, but never helped me along. I’m also a bit curious about the whole “you owe me one” thing. I’d give my sister a lot, but hooking her up for a lay with one of my friends doesn’t quite seem like her. Perhaps she just wants to date one of my friends? Bah, I’m sure she’ll let me know soon enough.

Back to thinking about Heather! Yesterday was so amazing. I’ve never, ever known of a girl that got so wet she soaked through a pair of PJs followed by a pair of shorts. It was so hot to be a part of. Her riding my leg was hotter than any sex, blowjob, handjob, or anything else I’d ever had. And I’ve had my fair share.

Not only that, but her self control is something I desire to overcome. On some instinctive, animalistic level, I really want to watch her out of control. I want to see her let loose and just give in to whatever sexual craving she has at the moment. I’d love to watch her pussy open up to my tongue, finger, cock, or whatever else she’d want. I’d give it to her, just so I could watch. She was so amazingly hot just topless straddling my leg. God I hope she spends another night! Its only Thursday and my mom doesn’t even get back until Sunday. There is a lot of dirty things I can cover with my new friend in that amount of time.

Peeking down under my covers, I see my friend is responding to my thoughts of Heather. Looking over at the clock, it is 9:30. Mmmm, perfect time to enjoy some of my new saved spank material.

I reach down and pull off my boxers, keeping myself underneath the covers. I toss them at my closet and start to reach down. I focus on the sight of Heather sliding on my leg, losing control as she begins to cum.

Faster and faster I tug, wishing it was my cock she was sliding on. What a delicious thought!

* Knock knock *

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Totally not cool, totally to early, and totally not OK if that’s Heather knocking on my door.

“What is it?” I shout to my door.

“I need to chat,” my sister says opening my door. Staring at the door in disbelief, as opening the door without permission is just something we DON’T DO, I’m caught quite off-guard by the sight. My sister is topless, looks a little flushed, and has on a pair of skin toned panties. They’re thin and I can see the crease in the center from her pussy.

Holy shit. My sister is fucking hot.

“Woa sis, hey there. Chillax, I need to get decent.” I say, my voice a little unassured. I probably sound like a 15 year old kid caught watching porn by his parents. Uncomfortable, turned on, and weirded out.

“Nope, I can’t delay brother of mine. We’re going to chat and I’ve made up my mind on that.” She walks in after pushing the door closed behind her and plops into my computer chair. She swivels around facing me, and very unladylike has her legs open.

Now, I’m a guy. I was bringing myself to satisfaction a few moments ago, and now my near nude sister is in my room. Legs spread, facing me, skin toned panties, flushed. Did I mention I had a hard-on BEFORE she came into the room?

I’m staring at this gorgeous toned redhead. Her skin is slightly pink, and her green eyes are staring at me. She looks focused, like she’s about to break bad news, and I could care less. The whole taboo sister thing seems to have been put on hold. My little head says GO and my mind isn’t getting enough blood to say no.

“What can’t be delayed? Is everything OK?” I respond, delayed. My jaw seems a little out of whack as my mind is focused elsewhere.

“Well, judging by the look on Heather’s face last night, you got more than you deserved yesterday. That means you owe me.”

Wow, already here to collect? “Well, I didn’t get off, just Heather. Does the ruling still stand?” I respond, smiling as I see if I can wiggle out of this. Or at least get some help with another date from Heather.

“You too, eh?” My sister says with a dry throat. Wait. What? She? Wait, did that mean? Did I just get that right? Did my sister get off Heather and not get off in return? What. The. Fuck.

“Huh? I’m going to need clarification on that one before I register that right.” My mouth waters as I hope to get some details on this fucking amazing event. Talk about your sex scene of the century.

“Oh please, like I’d paint a picture for you. Goofball!” My sister says, giggling. She’s awfully loose for being a topless sister in her brother’s bedroom.

“Sis, don’t you think you should pendik escort put on a top? I mean, I’m a brother and all, but I’m only human. And you’re a cheerleader. And a cheerleader for a reason. Fucking hot!” Ooops, looks like my little head is back to thinking for my big one.

“Well, about that, actually. I’m here because I own you. You owe me, and I’m here to collect.” Her stare becomes focused again. She’s come into my room with a goal.

“OK, OK. I had a blast with Heather last night. I totally owe you. What can I do for you?” My heart skips a beat in anticipation of the request. What friend am I going to pick up the phone and call to give my sister away to? Does she want some of the money mom gave me? What’s coming?

“I want, eh. Well. Pause for a moment. You have to swear to keep this between you and me, even after we become even.”

“Sure, deal. Whatever, you know I’m trustworthy.”

“OK. I want an orgasm.” My sister finally squeaks it out.

“Yikes! OK, I hear they have toys to help with that,” grinning as I say it, I must admit my cock stirs at the thought.

“Hah! No. I own you. I can have orgasms all I want by myself.” Her pupils open up and her body flushes. “I want you to give me an orgasm with your tongue.”

Stoplight. Freeze. What? “Sis, uh, that seems quite different than the request I expected. Even following the orgasm comment. I mean, we’re siblings. That is, ah, a little difficult, isn’t it?”

My heart is pounding. I’m excited by the prospect, but my mind really does have issues with this. Am I going to be able to look myself in the mirror if she really forces me to do this? The adrenaline in my body surges, and I feel myself start to perspire. The thought of doing something so taboo. So offlimits. So…unnaturally hot, drives my cock into a frenzy. He’s tenting the covers in my sister’s direction and pulsing up and down in her direction.

My sister sighs a bit, dejectedly. At that moment, I have never felt so unhappy with a response from my lips ever. I might as well have cut my sister to the core. She’s hurt.

“Woa sis. Hold on, that took a lot of balls coming to me with a request like that. It must really mean something to you. Something extremely valuable. I just need a moment.”

The look on her faces changes to a slightly concerned look, I assume concern regarding breaching a boundary that could end our relationship. I do not want to hurt my sister. Ever.

“Can I join you under the covers?” She asks, a little pained.

I could respond now with yes, or respond with wait for me to get my boxers back on. The concern on her face says the boxers can wait.

“Of course you can. I love you, and that will never change. I just don’t want you to get hurt or have one of us fuck up such a wonderful lifelong relationship. I really do care for you Krista, and what you’ve said today does not change that in the least.”

With a smile she comes over and slides under the covers. Turning her back to me, she starts to drive closer and closer. My throbbing friend is praying for the next few inches.

“Put your arm around me,” Krista requests. I put my arm around her, but low on her stomach so as to avoid getting a handful of tit. Hey, I’m turned on and all, but I respect my sister.

Krista sighs. “Listen, I want to be touched. I have been missing out on a lot of touch lately because I’m a fucking cheerleader and don’t want to be thought of as a whore. But this is getting old. I want someone to want me, and I want that someone to be a person of character who cares about me.” Pointedly, she grabs a hold of my arm and pulls it up, forcing my hand to cup her breast. Her extremely perky breast.

Finally, she slides closer for the final few inches, and the tip of my head nuzzles in her perfect rear end. My heart races and I know she can feel it now that my chest is on her naked back.

Krista coos. “Mmmmm, can I move him so I can scoot closer?” I nod with my head next to hers as my hand begins to fondle her breast. I feel her nipple stiffen against the brush of my finger tips.

Krista’s left hand reaches down behind herself and grabs my cock. At the same time she pulls it up and toward my stomach, she pulls up and tugs on it. Her pointer finger just grazes my glans as she slides her butt all the way to me, my cock filing her crease.

Pulling her hand up, her index finger glistens slightly in my dimly lit room. Slowly, exotically, she puts her finger to her lips and extends her tongue. Tasting my precum breaks a whole new level for the both of us.

My mind regains control. I’m about to fuck my sister. I can’t have things be weird between us. “Krista, I think that is fucking amazingly hot, but I am so worried about how you’ll look at me if we go through with this. I really don’t want things to change between us. Do me a favor. Please. Let’s wait, put this on hold for a little bit and spend the day together. If you still want me to give you an orgasm, I owe you, and you’ll get it, and I’ll even be happy to do it, escort pendik but I want some time. I want to know we’re not going to have some weirdness between us.”

“I’ll deal with that on one condition.”

“Uh, OK sure.”

“I’ve never seen a man come before in real life. I want to shower with you, and we’ll masturbate together. I want to watch you cum.”

“Woa, I…”

“You said sure. That’s my condition.” Krista interrupts, forcefully.

“I did say sure. Wow. Just promise me nothing changes after today.” My heart is racing at the thought of watching my sister cum. What will she do when I cum? Will she watch? Will she help?

“Of course. You’re my brother, but for right now, you’re more my personal toy than brother!” Krista squeals as she pops up from the bed and throws a pillow at me. She’s happy, amazingly happy and excited. She’s getting what she wants. For some reason, I’m happy for her, and very turned on.

I whip the pillow back at her and jump up out of bed chasing her to the bathroom, both of us squealing like we were kids. For a moment, we’re young at heart like two lovers about to engage in a romantic rendezvous.

As she gets to the bathroom I take stock of her from behind. I haven’t seen her this naked in a long time. Her ass is perfectly firm, but with some curve to it. For being so tall, she’s filled out very nicely. Seductively, she looks over her shoulder as her hands reach in to her panties. Excruciatingly slowly, she bends over at the hips and pulls them down, her head hovering right over her knees as her panties finally reach the floor. She’s bent over, with her perfect ass staring at me, and her pussy just barely visible below.

I gasp at the sight, my cock twitching in the cool air. “Sis, you should know I’m having an amazingly hard time keeping my hands to myself. That’s a breathtaking sight for any man on this planet.”

“Mmmmm, you can touch if you want. By the end of the day, your tongue will have met this.” With that word, she brings her hands up, still bent over, and spreads the lower region of her ass, fully exposing her gaping pussy and her secondary entrance. Her pussy is near dripping wet, as if it has been excited all morning.

“Wow. I mean wow! Uh, yea, let’s take it a bit slower. Holy fuck, that’s just too much!” My cock bounces, ready to be touched.

I turn to face the shower and hit the water button. Our bathroom shower is very, very cool. The door goes from floor to ceiling and completely closes the shower off so that the steam is kept in the confined space. The shower has a digital dial for the heat of the water and a button for a steamer that shoots steam out from an ankle level faucet. There are two shower heads, one on the right wall and one on the left. Both heads are removable with long bendable pipes. The floor if soft and cushy, so it isn’t hard on your feet or ankles. It is very comfortable, with just enough give to feel like a soft rubber but not so much that you feel unstable.

The best detail is saved for last. While the shower is long enough for two people to stand and shower back to back, there is also a full length bench that juts out from the wall opposite the door. I’ve sat on that bench quite a few times enjoying myself for way too long in the shower.

“Awww, you’re not even going to touch, huh? Sad.” She says, fake pouting as she gets in behind me. I hit the steam button and sit down on the bench, taking in a full view of my sister from the front. Her skin is cooling off, coming back down to a fairly pale white. The red shoulder-length hair on her head matches the read curls on her pussy and makes for a wonderful contrast with her pale skin.

“Let’s wait on that, I really want to be able to wake up tomorrow and know you’re going to be able to look at me the same way you always do.”

“Aww, little brother. Your big sister has wanted this for some time now, and you never even knew it. Trust me, I want this and things will not change.” She says, reaching for my hands as she stares down at my cock. Licking her lips, I can see she’s serious about wanting to play.

“Some time now, eh? So how are you going to handle watching your brother fire his cum out for his hot little number of a sister?”

“Handle it? Oh, hopefully on my knees with my tongue stretched out waiting for you to explode.”

It was a good thing I was sitting down. I felt my legs go numb. “Uh, wow. Jesus. I mean, holy fuck. Not the response I expected, but you’re running the show.”

“Hah! A little too soon for that?” She asks, a bit worried she’s crossed an invisible boundary.

“Listen, I’m not thinking clearly right now, if at all. You do what you want, how you want. I’m too fucking turned on to say no to anything.” Staring into her perfect tummy and down at her red curls enveloping her pussy, I reach down with my right hand to start to masturbate as promised.

“Oh really? Not going to say no to anything your hot, naked, wet little sister wants? That sounds dangerous.” I’m too focused on her amazing pendik escort bayan pussy to register anything she’s saying. I watch in slow motion as her hand reaches down to her curls and begins to lightly run her fingers through them. She shivers.

The steam is filling the closed shower, but we’re close enough that we are fully enjoying the sight of each other’s nudity.

With a vigor, her hand begins to attack her pussy. I can see her middle finger rubbing furiously on her clit. Standing up, I put my hands on her stomach and pull her to the bench so she can sit down.

I moan as I watch her spread her legs and put her back to the wall. Her eyes are rolling back as she rubs harder and harder on her pussy.

I drop down on my knees to get a better view. Sitting back, her pussy is now at my eye level, open and a dark pink, filled with passion. I can see the tempo of her hands speed up as she lets me watch her.

Looking up into her eyes, I see her stare down at me. Her left hand reaches behind my head and slowly pulls forward. Giving in, I lean in as she slides her hand up to her tummy.

Her green eyes close as my tongue gently slides into her open pussy, tasting my sister for the first time. My heart races, and I know hers is hitting full speed because I can feel it pulsing in her tight pussy. Slowly, I remove my tongue from he pussy, savoring the taste. If Heather’s taste was good, this taste was amazing. I taste a delightfully sweet mixture of honey and cinnamon. Amazing a woman makes that taste for me.

Not wanting to fail her need, I resume my efforts by planting my lips around her clit. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I start to hum lightly as my tongue strokes up and down.

“Ohhhh, oh Sam. Oh god, I’ve needed this for so long. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Both her hands reach down and pull my head harder onto her pussy. I redouble my efforts with her moans as my guide.

“Ohhhhh. I’m going to lose it! Don’t stop Sam, god don’t stop!”

Slamming my tongue as fast and hard as I could around her clit, she pulls me even harder with her hands and wraps her legs around my neck, pulling me tight into her. Shivering and shaking, she begins to work her way into orgasm.

“Oh god, this is it! I’m cuuuuuuuuuming!” I feel her gush and my chin gets coated in her flavorful juice. What was probably seconds felt like hours as I savored every delicious lick of her wonderful pussy.

“Oh Sam, oh. I need a minute to catch my breath.” Pleased with my performance, I stand up and stare down at her beautiful body. She’s still quivering slightly, even though the room is steamy and hot, from the orgasm. Looking up at me, I see a hint of passion in her eyes. She’s not done yet.

“Since today is my day with you as my toy, I get to use my toy however I want.” She’s smiling with every word, a plan is clearly coming into play here. “Your turn to sit down and teach your sister how to give you the best head ever. I want every delicious detail on how to make you cum and how you want your little sister to handle your load.”

“Krista, wow. Are you sure? I mean, I guess we’ve already gone pretty far, but are you sure you want your first BJ to be directed by your brother?”

“Yup.” She bounces happily off the bench and gives me a big hug, firmly snuggling her breasts into my chest. I reach down and grab her ass with both hands, pulling her pussy close enough to my leg to feel her curly pubic hair tickling my leg. “Now sit and start directing!”

I sit down and decide I’m just going to give in. Taboo walls be damned, she’s gotten her orgasm and I’m going to get mine.

“OK sis, your show. I guess get on your knees and we’ll go over hand placement and everything up front. Then I’ll just let you work.” I say, smiling with anticipation. If I know my sister, she’ll be a great student at this and will follow every detail. She wants to give me a good blowjob, I’m going to show her how.

“OK, first, the boys like to be played with, but not squeezed. It honestly hurts when they’re squeezed, but feels amazing when they’re just held and lightly massaged.”

“Like this?” my studious sister replies, her left hand reaching up and cupping my balls. Slowly she begins to work on them, just lightly rubbing and holding them.

“Oh wow, yes, perfect. Now, the shaft itself needs slight pressure squeezing all around, like a circle. It can be your mouth or your other hand, but preferably both. So, like you can make a ring with your other hand and stroke on it, but follow the stroking with your mouth. Think of your lips as the start of the ring and your hand makes an extension of it.”

With a big smile, she reaches out with her right hand and grabs hold of my cock. Slowly, she begins to glide her hand toward the base and then back toward the head.

“Oh wow Krista, that’s so amazing.” Extremely happy with the approval, she smiles and leans forward. Her hand stops, holding my cock as she stares up at me. Mouth open, she dives on top of my swollen head.

“Holy shit. Perfect! Now, suck, slightly, but just enough to keep pressure on my head. Now bob your head up and down while your hand slides with your mouth.” Slowly, she begins to glide back and forth, her mouth adding lubrication.

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Life hasn’t been as fascinating as it used to be for Salma, a 38 year old housewife, more so after her mia (husband) found a job in Abu Dhabi and left in search of more prosperity. Married at the tender age of 18, it wasn’t as easy leading her life alone as one would imagine. She did manage to cope up with the emotional aspects of taking the mantle of being the head of the family but it wasn’t without those obstacles. She knew that the worst was at home, her 18 year old son Shabbir, whose eyes had begun straying all over her body with unabashed lust.

It took a while for Salma to realize that the sudden spark in Shabbir’s eyes wasn’t something she can ignore. Once she knew that his eyes were probing her clothes in search of her flesh portions, a gentle chill went through her spine. However, her outrage was short-lived. She began realizing the fact that her son was perhaps going through a delicate phase; most teenagers go through at his age.

She knew that Shabbir was masturbating quite frequently. Her initial reaction was one of utmost disgust, which soon subsided to a great extent. In retrospection, she knew that teenagers do masturbate whenever they are excited or even for seeking excitement. As days passed by, she smiled to herself whenever she watched Shabbir closing the doors of his room. Soon, she was becoming curious about how her son might be emoting as he masturbated. She wished she could know about whom he fantasized the most. She knew that Shabbir’s dick was close to nine inches long. She had stealthily watched him while he was pleasing himself a few days before.

It has been quite a while since Salma had reconciled to the fact that she couldn’t help looking at her son whenever they saw each other. She responded to his lusty look at her with a very subtle unassuming smile. She knew that both of them weren’t very far from exploring the forbidden pleasures.

“Ammi(Mom), I will be late tonight,” Shabbir told her as she was just about finishing her work in the kitchen. Salma gulped her saliva as her eyes gazed his crotch pendik escort to find that he was having a huge bulge.

“Ok,” Salma stammered. “Don’t stay with friends. Come home anyway.”

Salma began praying that Shabbir should leave at once. It wasn’t easy controlling her eyes, which kept looking at him and his tremendous erection all the time. It looked as though her prayers were nearly getting heard as Shabbir was about to turn around and leave the kitchen. But, his eyes met her eyes for just one fraction of a second as he turned and once they did, they grew in size. He immediately discovered that her eyes were pinned to his bulge.

Do fantasies become a reality? Well, Shabbir was somewhat convinced that they do at times. It took just a few moments for him to shed off his hesitation and look deep inside his mother’s probing eyes. Salma felt her nerves getting twisting as she watched her son’s eyes.

“I think I better stay at home today,” Shabbir said.

“Why?”

Shabbir wasn’t answering her. He began inching towards Salma and before she could realize, they were kissing. Salma began squirming in his strong arms and was getting aroused by the feel of Shabbir’s erect dick pressing against her waist.

Salma did show a few signs of reluctance but lost her way quickly. She had just the one option to reciprocate her son’s passionate kisses as Shabbir gripped her petite body with passion like never before. She trembled feeling his palms grabbing her ass cheeks and giving them a tight squeeze while he wasn’t relenting on her lips all the time.

Shabbir whispered in her ears after a prolonged kiss, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Salma followed him sheepishly as he held her in his arms and walked. He wasted no time once they got inside as got rid of his dress in seconds. Salma’s heart pumped faster as she gazed her son’s monstrous dick.

As eagerness took over, Salma began undoing her clothes. She felt a bit awkward after unhooking her bra and hence her hands crossed across her chest.

“There is escort pendik not point!” Shabbir smiled and began pushing her hands off her breasts. Shabbir’s eyes lustily gazed at his mother’s nude body. He went and stood so close to her that his erect dick was brushing her thighs. His fingers reached out to her soaking clit and began stroking it. Salma shook and her eager hands held her son’s giant killer.

“Sit down,” she pushed him on the bed.

She kept watching her son’s shaft as she went on her knees. Her body trembled as she held his magnificent tool in her hands. A few moments passed off with both sighing in excitement. As she started stroking, Shabbir felt like being at the top of the world. His awe kept growing as she soon took his meat inside her mouth. Beginning slowly, Salma soon gained momentum taking the whole of his dick inside her hungry mouth. Shabbir watched with absolute thrill as his mother gave him a wonderful blowjob. She was getting quicker and quicker as Shabbir was getting more excited. Shabbir passed out a bit too soon exploding inside his mother’s mouth. Salma kept devouring his dick until she had the very last drop of his cum into her throat.

“You are a wonderful mother,” Shabbir said as his hands cupped her naked breasts. His fingers began drawing circles around her hardened nipples and alongside the circumference of her areola.

“It is tickling,” Salma hushed with closed eyes.

“I have been dreaming to play with these,” Shabbir said with a naughty grin. “Can’t believe that they are finally going to be mine.”

He began fondling his mother’s wonderful breasts by teasing them with his palm and fingers. He gave a tweak or two to her upright nipples and once his hands had their share of her breasts, his mouth took over. Salma squirmed and squealed as Shabbir took her breasts inside his mouth. He suckled her nipples and used his hands to squeeze them inside his mouth. She watched his penis getting aroused again and by the time Shabbir had quenched his thirst for his mother’s breasts, his dick stood pendik escort bayan like a missile ready for launch.

Salma soon found herself on the bed with legs spread wide apart. She blushed as Shabbir kept watching her public hair shamelessly. She felt drops of her pre-cum struggling to ooze out of her pussy lips.

“The long wait is finally over,” Shabbir said as he got between her legs. He held his monstrous dick with his right hand and began brushing the tip against her soaking pussy lips. Salma’s head swung back as she squirmed yet again. She wasn’t anymore the mother who felt extremely awkward watching the lusty eyes of her son. His magic touch had ignited her passion and her mind went silent once her body began responding.

“Oh!” Salma sighed in excitement. “Do it, do it right now.”

Shabbir began as he knew that his mother was red hot. His eyelids descended in pleasure as his dick gradually began sliding into his mother’s pussy, which readily gripped his intruding meat. The barriers have been broken as Salma kept whimpering excitedly, enjoying her son’s shaft digging in and out of her moist cunt. Shabbir wasn’t lagging behind in excitement as he waited and looked into his mother’s eyes swirling in lust.

They smiled at each other as though to signal their preparedness for the feast ahead.

Shabbir took the initiative and started pounding his mother. Salma helplessly watched and moaned letting his dick go on a rampage on her pussy. Their thighs banged against each other with continuous thudding noises. Salma screamed feeling her son’s dick hitting her deck. She never imagined that his shaft would be long and strong enough to knock at her womb. Shabbir grimaced as he gained tremendous speed letting his dick dive in and out of her pussy in an unimaginable speed. Her little moans got louder and she squealed aloud in pleasure.

Their maiden incestuous adventure came to a halt after a few minutes of incessant fucking. Salma felt her son’s warm thick fluid flowing through her canal and reaching her bottom. She followed suit and let out a loud moan experiencing a terrific orgasm. She felt her son’s sperm getting sprayed inside her, load after load. Their bodies clenched each other and their loud heaves of sighs filled the bedroom.

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