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After saying good morning to her daughter, Megan had a quick conversation with her husband when he came on the line. She reassured him that all was going well and that she would be able to return home in another day or so. When George offered to come over for a while—they lived only just across town—Megan told him that it really wasn’t necessary, adding with a quick fib that they were going to be having movers coming to pick up a bunch of antique furniture that would go up for auction. The plan was to eventually auction off the furniture, but it actually had to remain in the house so it could be displayed as a furnished model until it sold.

She let out a sigh when she hung up. Other than once trying to arrange a surprise birthday party for him a few years back, Megan had never deliberately lied to her husband. She knew that she had just committed adultery as well as incest. Had it been just some other guy she’d picked up, or a stealthy affair with a coworker, she knew she would have been wracked with guilt even if she could bring herself to pull off such a thing. But what she had just done with her brother seemed so natural, as if they’d always been lovers, yet had never actually consummated the fact until now. It was just weird all around, but she refused to try and define it further until she could have a serious talk with Jason.

She decided to give him time to get cleaned up on his own and maybe call his own wife, so she didn’t call out for him or go find him after she hung up. She got up and stripped the bed. She gave in to the temptation to bring the new wet spot up to her nose. She’d never gushed like that before, and she hoped it wasn’t too pungent. It wasn’t; her fluid seemed somewhat neutral, though she could detect a layer of the slight bitterness of Jason’s semen. After throwing the soiled sheets into the hamper, she had a quick shower, fixed her blow-dried hair into a pony-tail, and brushed her teeth. She paused when she approached her open suitcase. She was still naked, and she dwelt on the naughty temptation to stroll through the house in the nude until she found her brother. Ultimately she compromised: another pair of short-shorts, simple t-shirt, but no panties or bra. She padded barefoot out into the hallway, and smiled at the distant smell of bacon.

Jason, glad in shorts and a t-shirt himself, was just setting out a classic breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, when his sister walked in. They smiled and exchanged good mornings, as innocently as if absolutely no sexual activity had happened last night or this morning. It was as if a switch had been flipped back, and Jason found it surprisingly easy to fall back into his purely platonic sibling role. He knew that there was still the proverbial elephant in the room, but it gave him hope that there would be no overriding awkwardness between them.

Megan decided to enjoy a nice breakfast with her brother before they had The Talk. She admired him for being so easy going and otherwise “normal” when they returned to something as ordinary as breakfast. But, being a little hungover, and practically chugging the orange juice to bring fluids back into her body, she was reminded at how intense and amazing the last several hours had been.

“How is Julie?” Jason asked as he poured her another glass of OJ.

“Misses her mommy,” Megan replied, crunching into some crispy bacon. She noted that Jason did not ask about George, so she didn’t bother asking if he’d called Theresa. He did have his cell phone with him, and he glanced at it, but she could see he had his calendar up, not a text screen. She chastised herself for the pang of jealousy that he might be texting his wife.

Jason said, “Looks like all we have on the books today is a lunch meeting with Mom’s attorney. We have to resolve the issue around setting up one of her annuities so that we can apply it toward a trust fund for Julie.”

“Is that Horowitz or Rosembaum?”

“Horowitz.”

“Good. I like him. He always buys us a nice lunch.”

Jason grimaced. “That’s because he bills us for the time. I think he’s coming out ahead.”

They laughed and maintained eye contact. It got quiet. The moment was here.

Jason cleared his throat and stood. “I’ll take care of the dishes.”

“No,” Megan said. “Just throw them in the sink for now. I’ll be in the living room.”

Jason joined here there a few minutes later, holding two fresh mugs of coffee. Megan was on one of the couches, a leg tucked under her. Jason handed her one of the mugs and sat next to her. They each took an absent-minded sip of coffee, then turned toward one another.

“Listen—”

“I just want to—”

They laughed again. Jason nodded. “You go.”

Megan smiled nervously, looking down into her mug, gathering her thoughts. It gave Jason a moment to regard her beauty once more. Of course he’d always known how beautiful she was, even sexy. But now he looked at her through a lover’s prism, and whereas a platonic brother would see his cute sister in shorts and a t-shirt, Karabağlar Escort he was now taking in the detail of her breasts, hanging pertly despite a lack of bra, her nipples just barely visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. He took in the generous amount of thigh and even the lower part of her bottom in her incredibly short shorts. He felt his penis twitch, but he knew she was about to get serious, so he managed to glance up at her eyes again before she looked at him again.

She said, “I just want to put it out there first and foremost that don’t regret anything—anything—that we have done. We are adults, and we made our choices.”

He was relieved to hear this. “The same goes for me.”

Megan let out a breath. “Good, that’s good. Thank you. But,” she paused to sip coffee, probably trying to figure out how to form her next words, “we should really try to figure out what we’re going to do moving forward. We have the luxury of this little time-out from our families and regular lives, but that window is eventually going to close.”

Jason liked how she put that. A “little time-out.” It suggested that, although they did the deed more than once—and he hoped he could do a little more—there was the option of reverting to their normal brother-sister status when it was time to go back to their families.

She went on. “We have to consider what we are doing to George and Theresa. We have now both just cheated on them.” She saw Jason wince. “I’m sorry to be blunt, but there is no reason why we shouldn’t be explicitly clear with each other.”

“I know,” he said. “I understand.”

“So talk to me, Jason. Tell me what you think we should do.”

It was his turn to contemplate into his coffee. “Well…” he finally said, a little hesitantly. He then settled on her early words: “First and foremost, my number one priority is to maintain our relationship as brother and sister. Growing up, we have always been close. Hell, we’ve always been buddies as much as siblings.” Megan smiled, nodding in agreement. He went on, “We both have a good number of friends who we know fight constantly with their siblings. I cherish the fact that such silly sibling rivalry never infected us.”

“Which is wonderful,” she said.

Jason nodded. “I say this because, while we have just established that neither of us regrets what we have done—which I know in my soul is true—if continuing this…this new layer to our relationship is going to put that special connection at risk, then we should resist any further…you know.”

Megan stared into her brother’s eyes, loving him more and more with each passing minute. He was giving her the option to end their fledgling sexual relationship right here and now. The thing is, she didn’t want to.

Tentatively she said, “Maybe…maybe we should talk through what this—us—will look like were we to continue with this ‘new layer,’ as you put it.”

Jason’s dick twitched yet again. For her to want to talk about a future as lovers meant that she was interested in making it happen.

“Okay,” he said, a little nervously. He set down his mug. “Let’s talk about it.”

She said, “What we are talking about is engaging in an affair behind our spouses’ back. I’ve never cheated on George before, and you’ve never stepped out on Theresa. So we would have to go into this with the acknowledgement that every time we get together, we’re putting our marriages at risk.”

“Yes.”

“And…well, I still love George.”

“And I still love Theresa.”

“The smart thing to do would be to end this.”

“I know.”

Megan set her mug down next to Jason’s then reached out and took his hands in hers. She asked, “Are we going to end this?”

“Do…do you want to?”

In the faintest of whispers, Megan said, “No.”

“Neither do I.”

They both took a deep breath. They looked at each other for a very long moment.

Letting out a slow breath, Megan said, “Then there is another serious factor we need to consider.” He watched her, waiting. She said, “I don’t want you to freak out or be concerned but…well, I’m not currently on birth control.” She felt Jason flinch, but he otherwise maintained composure. She explained: “Several weeks ago I had my IUD removed. I won’t gross you out with the details, but I was having some complications, and my OBGYN suggested I have it removed and consider another method.”

Jason swallowed. They had only had sex a couple of times, but he had absolutely flooded her each time. A new pang of guilt hit him hard.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I should have pulled out. I should have—”

“No, no,” Megan said firmly, squeezing his hands. “It was my decision. You couldn’t have known, and it was up to me to warn you.”

“So…”

She shook her head. “I can take care of it.”

Megan was indicating the Plan B pill of course, but a knew realization hit her. She had made love with George just before coming to deal with her mom’s death. It was Karaburun Escort too late to take Plan B for that. That meant that there was a chance, even if just a small one, that she was now pregnant. To not complicate or harm that potential pregnancy, she certainly couldn’t go get an abortion pill. But if George had not impregnated her, and Jason had…

Jason broke her revery, “If it’s been several weeks, that means you and George…”

“I know, we’ve been playing with fire. And I had been planning on going on the Pill or using another method but, well, at the time I had to have the IUD removed, George and I had been talking about the possibility of having another baby. So…I just never got around to it.” She looked down. “I’m sorry.”

It was Jason’s turn to squeeze her hands. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “It’s not that you and I had planned to…well, you know.”

Megan chuckled timidly. “And I honestly thought that our little session in the Jacuzzi would have been it.” She then gave him a serious, longing look. “But when I had you inside me, Jason, and when I saw how much pleasure you were having, I just couldn’t bring myself to interrupt your…”

Sensing his sister’s sense of guilt, he quickly said, “Megan, it was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced, and it was so generous of you to let me do it.”

Megan regained her composure. “And it felt as good to me receiving as you giving. As I said, no regrets.”

There was another brief period of silence, and Jason pondered their discussion so far. He found it oddly wonderful that his sister had let him climax inside her, damn the consequences. He recalled numerous conversations with his wife, Theresa, about having kids, but they both had such busy professional lives that it became easier and easier to just put it off. Theresa was on the Pill, so there was little concern about pregnancy. Incredibly, it made Jason’s dick twitch yet again with the thought that, as he was ejaculating into his sister, he may also have been giving her a baby.

He finally found his voice and asked, “So, if we do continue our…relationship, what are you going to…” He was too nervous to finish, but she caught his drift.

“Well, I guess I would have to get back on birth control.”

“But what if George wants another child?”

Megan regarded her handsome brother. “I don’t know, Jason, I just haven’t thought it through that much. All I know is…whenever I’m with you, I don’t want any barriers in the way. I want to feel you, I want you to feel me. In fact…I crave it.”

“Oh, Megan,” Jason said and leaned forward. Megan met him halfway, and the two of them kissed passionately for several minutes.

Like a pair of teenagers who only just discovered the act of making out, the two siblings pawed at each other while they kissed as deeply and passionately as possible. Jason reached up and started fondling Megan’s breasts, noting that her nipples were once again rock-hard. Megan thrust one of her hands into Jason’s crotch and squeezed his new erection through his shorts. As Jason’s hands went up and under his sister’s shirt, Megan put her hand down the front of his shorts, and the two of them fondled each other more directly.

Megan felt Jason’s weight shift increasingly toward her, and it was clear he wanted to lean her back on the couch, which she eagerly allowed. The continued to kiss and feel each other up, and soon they were grinding together. But when Jason managed a strong thrust against her vagina, both of them still in shorts, Megan actually broke her kiss and grunted in discomfort.

Jason immediately pulled back. “Oh, baby, did I hurt you?”

Megan managed a smile. “It’s okay, Jason. I’m just…well, your penis is much, much bigger than I’m used to, and we went at it pretty hard.”

“I’m so sorry.” He started getting off of her, clearly concerned.

“No, no, don’t be!” She immediately sat up as he backed away. She soothed him with her hand on his chest, and she even straddled his lap, though she was careful not to press down too hard.

“I’m just a little sore right now,” she said, then gave a naughty smile. “Doesn’t mean I want to stop.”

She enjoyed the look of puzzlement on her brother’s face by her paradoxical indication that they could both stop and continue at the same time. She figured she could demonstrate through actions, not words, how this would be possible. She started by taking off her shirt. With boyish fascination, Jason’s widening eyes went right to her exposed breasts. Just being able to flash her brother turned Megan on to a crazy degree. Having spent literally her entire life behaving like a proper sibling, all she wanted to now was be naked around him and feed him as much visual stimulation as he wanted to drink in.

After drinking in the sight of her tits for a long lustful moment, Jason began to suck. He pushed his face right into her breasts, and Megan held the back of his head, eager for the stimulation he was going Karşıyaka Escort to give her. Jason moved from one breast to the other, and when he was sucking on one, he was fondling the other. Megan instinctively began grinding down on his erection, but she quickly lifted up again, still just a little too sore. But when she reached down to once again fondle Jason’s erection through his shorts, she knew that her poor brother was going to need some release again.

Megan had been enjoying his ravenous attention on her boobs, but she was eager to return the favor. She slid down to the floor in front of him. She pushed his knees together, then reached up and gripped the waistband of his shorts. Jason cooperated by lifting his lips as Megan pulled off his shorts and boxer briefs at the same time. She then pushed his knees apart again so that she could kneel before him and get better access to his crotch.

Megan literally started salivating when she got her eyes on her brother’s amazing cock. Mere inches from her head, it looked large, veiny and menacing. His urethra was already glistening with a dollop precum. His balls looked heavy and full. Despite being sore, Megan’s pussy instinctively quivered and the crotch of her shorts became moist. She reached up and gripped the base of Jason’s penis and found that her finger’s couldn’t quite get all the way around. No wonder she was sore!

Jason stared down at his sister, absolutely amazed that he had her here in front of him, topless, on her knees and now fondling his cock. Even though he was only just under a year older than her, as the “older brother” he had countless memories chasing her around this big living room, helping his mom get her ready for school or dinner. Now his baby sister was gazing at his hard cock as if wondering what to do with such a large meat stick.

Megan knew what to do, and she leaned further in so that she could give the head of his cock a kiss. She giggled through the kiss as it twitched when her lips made contact. She looked up at her brother and saw him staring right back down at her, his face a mask of wonder and anticipation. Megan’s heart swelled at this. She couldn’t wait to bring her brother pleasure, and she wanted to be a constant source of pleasure for him. She dampened any thoughts of just how the hell she would be able to reconcile being married while carrying on an incestuous affair with her brother. They’d figure it out later. For now, she had the biggest cock she’d ever seen literally in her grasp, and she intended to have fun with it.

She progressed from kissing to sucking in just his head, her tongue darting against his urethra and tasting his precum. There was actually a mild hint of sweetness to the tanginess of it. She recalled how much Jason had ejaculated each time they’d fucked so far, and she wondered if she’d be ready for such a torrent when he came again. She knew from the reactions of her husband and previous boyfriends from her dating years that she was a good cocksucker. She got really into it, and she liked to swallow. This was something her husband particularly loved; their little custom was that, whenever she was on her period, her husband was guaranteed a few days of blowjobs, and he always got to finish in her mouth and watch her swallow it down while looking right at him.

Sucking off her brother, however, was going to be a challenge. Whereas she could usually get most of George’s dick in her mouth, there was no way in hell she could physically take in more than a third or so of Jason’s cock. It was already a strain on her jaw to get just the head and first couple of inches in her mouth. But she was a determined lover, and she compensated by covering his shaft with copious amounts of saliva. As she started bobbing her head up and down, she made good use of her tongue and used both hands to slide up and down him in rhythm with her head movements.

Jason watched his sister suck his dick in a double dose of wonder, for the actual sight of what she was doing to him and the pure physical pleasure. As he had climaxed only an hour or so before, he knew he could just sit back, relax, and enjoy this. It had been a long time since he’d gotten oral sex. His wife was a wonderful lover and no prude, but whenever she went down on him, it was usually just for a few minutes of foreplay. With Megan, who’s pussy he’d actually fucked raw last night and this morning, he knew that he was being blown to completion, and he looked forward to it.

While sucking and stroking him, Megan also spent plenty of time fondling her brother’s balls, drawing a moan of pleasure from him each time she did that. Several minutes into the BJ, her jaw was getting sore, but she managed to take “breaks” by periodically removing her mouth from his dick and licking up and down his shaft like a big lollypop. She also occasionally drew one of his testicles into her mouth, loving the fact that they were producing more sperm to squirt into her.

As the minutes passed, the only sounds in the cavernous living room were the slurping and sucking sounds from Megan’s mouth, and the moans and groans of pleasure from Jason’s. He let his head fall back as his sister continued to fellate him. He was lost in a sea of erotic pleasure, and he didn’t want to get off the boat. But eventually he began to feel the tell-tale tingling deep within his groin.

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As always, I want to thank my editor Todger65. This is a short one and is intended to be just for fun. That is especially true for mom, dad, and daughter.

The Invitation

The Bells are mistakenly invited to a masquerade party

The invitation arrived in the mail on Tuesday. We had no way of knowing at the time that it had never been intended for us. We found out later that the house number had been transposed by a distracted assistant. The couple expecting the invitation were extremely disappointed. They could not figure out what they could have done wrong that had resulted in being spurned by their friends. They absolutely would not embarrass themselves by calling and asking about it.

The invitation itself was a high-quality production made with the finest paper and inks. Hand calligraphy spelled out the details.

You and family members over eighteen are cordially invited

to attend the masquerade party at our home

8:00 PM, June 5th

1246 7th Avenue

Dress in your finest lingerie

Masks will be provided

Best Performance of The Evening Wins $5,000

I was confused about a few things when I read it. I did not recognize the address although I knew it was in our neighborhood. The lingerie thing did not make sense. Who cares what your underwear looks like at a masquerade party? The five thousand really got my attention. I was not too sure what they meant by performance, but I figured we could handle it. My wife and daughter act in local theatre and are incredibly good. I have some experience myself thanks to their refusal to let me just sit in the audience.

“Susan, Kam, come here. You need to see this.”

My amazing wife walked into the room. After nearly twenty years of marriage my cock still twitches when she walks into a room, “What is it Bill?”

“Susan, it’s an invitation. Here, check it out.”

I handed her the invitation. Our daughter walked into the room at that moment. She looks very much like her mother except that she is more petite. Susan is about five and a half feet tall. Kam is a couple of inches shorter. She is a scaled down version of her mother which I hope explains the second twitch of my cock.

She was wearing a long t-shirt, very obviously without a bra, and a thong. I give her a lot of shit over her clothing. If I am being honest, I do that more because of the effect her clothing has on me than anything else. A father should not think of his nineteen-year-old daughter that way. Did I mention she looks like her mother? That’s my excuse and I am sticking to it.

Of course, she just had to hug me in her own special way. She threw her arms around my neck, jumped up and straddled me, “Daddy! I haven’t seen you all day. Gimme a kiss.”

She kissed me right on the mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue against my lip. Her crotch was rubbing against my rapidly growing erection as she wiggled. She has been teasing me like this for a year now. It makes me crazy and her mother laugh. Susan is aware of Kam’s teasing and has assured me she is just exercising her ability to attract males. I have always known it as cock teasing. A mean-spirited game that girls play with the goal of driving guys insane.

I had enough of this and finally did what I promised Susan I would do if Kam continued to tease. I called her bluff. I grabbed her ass with both hands, I opened my mouth, and aggressively responded to her tongue with my own. The result was hilarious. Her eyes shot open as wide as they would go, and her entire body stiffened. Susan laughed so hard she was nearly crying.

I was looking into my daughter’s eyes as she slowly released the hold her legs had on me and slid back onto her feet. Her face was flushed with what I assumed was embarrassment, “I can’t believe you did that Dad!”

“I just did what you did. If you don’t want to play, don’t start the game.” I let her think about that for a moment. She looked a bit sad and of course I took pity on her, “Now, can I have a real hug?”

This time she stayed on her feet. I expected her to put her arms around my neck. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my waist. I wanted to lean forward a little to hide the erection that had developed and her arms around my waist prevented that. My entire point was lost when she felt my cock against her stomach. At least this time she hugged me about as normal as she ever does and kissed me on the cheek. Her face was redder than before when we separated.

Susan looked down at my crotch, shook her head, and chuckled, “I guess you showed her, didn’t you?”

“I cannot help how my body reacts to an attractive woman. My body’s reaction does not mean I approve of cock teasing.”

I looked my daughter in the eye, “Kam, it is mean to tease someone into thinking you want to be physical with them when you have no intention of following through. At best it is a nasty way to treat someone. At worst, it could get you hurt or raped. You are not a mean person and I love you more Gaziemir Escort than anything.”

“I love you too daddy.” She paused for a moment, “So, you think I am attractive?”

Susan was laughing again. I cannot win.

We sat down at the kitchen table to discuss the invitation. Susan handed it to Kam, and we waited while she read through it. She finished and looked up, “Please tell me we are going. Pleeeease!?”

I looked at Susan, “What do you think?”

“Well, I think it would be fun, but I am curious about the lingerie requirement.”

Kam spoke up, “Maybe the performance part of the party is a lingerie show?”

That filled in the blanks for me, “I bet that is what it is. It makes sense based on what we know. Everyone will be wearing masks. A person can be daring without giving away who they are.”

Kam was literally jumping up and down with excitement. I couldn’t help but notice her perky c-cup breasts bouncing right along, “Yes Kam, we’re going, and I guess I need some new underwear.

“I do not want to know what either of you are wearing and I won’t show you what I am wearing. If I don’t know I won’t feel the need to watch you, while trying not to look at you. I would be walking into the walls the entire time we are there.”

I admit I cheated with Susan’s help. Susan told me later that she would make sure I had something suitable to wear, “I know you. You will show up in your boxer briefs and call it a day. If they have a male performance, I want you to win it. I know you have the equipment for it.”

She was smart about it. I should have known something was up when she shaved my pubic hair and chest. She made it sound like a fantasy thing and we did have a good time afterward. She did not give me my underwear until just before we had to leave for the party. She handed me blue, nearly transparent, mini briefs that barely held my junk. A hardon was going to be as evident as an egg fart at a perfume show.

A lot of guys would have immediately said ‘Hell no!’. I am not a lot of guys. I trust my wife in all things. She has led me past my inhibitions many times and I have always appreciated it in the end. So, I stretched the tiny britches around my parts and got dressed.

As for being led past my inhibitions, let’s just say we have had some fun. We agreed long ago that if the right situation were to arise and we both agreed, we could have sex with other people. Susan thought that the party might be one of those situations. After I gave it some thought, I agreed with her. While we have had some fun with other people, we’re far from experts. We’ve only done it twice. Neither of us really planned to screw anyone, but both of us thought it was a good idea to be on the same page if it happened.

Kam would make her own decisions. In the worst case I would recognize her yell for help even if she were wearing a mask. She could easily walk home if she wanted to leave.

Both of my girls looked amazing when we met in the living room. They managed to look sexy without showing a hint of what they had on underneath. I think Kam was wearing the longest dress she owned just to make sure she didn’t give anything away.

The party was only a few blocks away, so we walked over. We were met at the driveway and had to show our invitation. I was directed to a side entrance. Susan and Kam were directed to the front door.

_____________

Susan

The attendant at the driveway directed Kam and I to the front door. We walked up and the door was opened for us before we could knock. A woman in a mask immediately put her finger up to her mouth in the universal ‘don’t talk’ sign. We silently followed her down a hall and into a large bedroom. Curtains were hung from the ceiling, creating small dressing rooms. She closed the door and turned to us, “Welcome to the party. We can talk while we are in this room. Please step into a dressing area. You can remove all your clothing except your lingerie and hand it to me. I will make sure everything is hung up. I will write a number on the back of your hand. You might want to memorize it in case it gets rubbed off. When you are ready to leave the party just show me the number. I will explain how this party works while you undress.”

“When you are ready, I will take you one at a time to get your mask and escort you to the party. The goal here is to maintain the masquerade. There is no talking allowed. Guests caught ‘outing’ themselves or others will be asked to leave. The only other rule is ‘No’ means ‘No’ in whatever way it is expressed. Outside of that, do what you want, with whomever you want. There will be an announcement regarding the performance later in the evening.”

She marked my hand and walked me out and down the hall. We stopped at a door and she helped me put on my mask. She took my hand and we walked through the door. She led me through several rooms crowded with people, then released my hand and walked away. I saw a bar setup nearby and walked over. There was a list of drinks you could point to and a pad for writing Güzelbahçe Escort down anything else you might want. I got a glass of wine and began to stroll around.

I felt hands brush me as I walked through the crowd. Nothing too overtly sexual, just light caresses on my arm or shoulder. After a few minutes someone got bolder. A hand ran over my shoulder and up my neck causing goose bumps. I turned to see the source and was surprised to see a woman smiling at me. Her hand cupped my cheek, and she brushed her lips against mine. I smiled back at her and she kissed me. I returned her kiss, and it was nice, but I wasn’t quite ready to go any farther. I smiled and turned to walk away.

She lightly grabbed my hand as I did and pointed at the two of us and pointed forward. She wanted to go with me as I explored the party. I smiled my ‘yes’ and we milled through the crowd. I could see some heated kissing as we went. It appeared that some folks were more interested in mutual arousal than the performance that had to be coming soon.

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Kam

My dad is so hot! I started to look at him differently when I turned eighteen. Now, I feel like I will go insane if I don’t have sex with him. I know it is supposed to be weird because he is my dad, but I am nineteen and this isn’t the middle ages. I am on the pill and dad had a vasectomy a while back anyway.

Mom figured out how I was feeling months ago. She told me she not only didn’t mind, but she also thought it could be great fun for both of us. She also pointed out that Dad would have a hard time accepting the idea. Mom has always been open minded about sex. I think it would be cool if the three of us did some stuff together. Convincing Dad is the hard part. Mom suggested taking it slow by doing little things that made him think of me in a different, sexier, way.

So, I started giving him hugs and kisses when he came home. I dressed as sexy as I could and made sure I rubbed as much of my body as I could against his. He really surprised me when he grabbed my ass and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was so turned on! I rubbed up against his hard cock when I hugged him the ‘normal’ way. I knew then that he thought I was sexy too. I nearly had an orgasm right then.

I was so excited about the masquerade party. I thought it was strange when they separated Dad from us when we got there. I got nervous when the lady took Mom out and I was left alone. When the lady gave me my mask and took me out into the room I was in a sea of almost naked people. Some of them probably should have worn more clothes. There were a few hot men. One especially caught my eye. He had a nice body and a nice big cock showing through his nearly transparent blue stripper briefs. He had the biggest cock I have ever seen!

He must have been scoping me out too because he walked over to me. He motioned to the bar and I nodded. We walked over and ordered our drinks. He took my hand and we walked over to a less crowded area and sat down on one of the many couches. Both of us were a bit confused about what to do next. It did not take him long to figure it out. He started running his hands up my arms, across my shoulders and up my neck. His hands slid behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss. He was an amazing kisser and I enjoyed kissing him back.

We broke from the kiss and that is when I saw Mom. Mom thought she was being slick when she bought her lingerie for this party. She hid her lingerie in the bathroom closet, and she wasn’t paying attention to who was behind her while she hid it. I was watching from around the corner because I wanted to know what she was going to wear. The level of hotness she chose helped me figure out how little I could wear and get away with it. I was surprised to see some hot woman was standing with her body pressed up against Mom. Mom looked like she was enjoying the closeness.

I turned back to the stud next to me and kissed him again. I ran my hands down his chest and those nice abs. Travelling farther south, I ran my hands over his silk covered cock. It pulsed against my hands as it grew. I almost giggled when it grew out of his briefs. I decided the best thing to do was kiss it. He leaned back on the couch as I knelt between his legs. I could not believe how big and hard he was in my hands.

I kissed the tip before running my tongue around it. He filled my mouth with his satin steel and had plenty left over. I like to suck cock. The feel of it in my mouth is amazing and the feeling of power it gives me when it shoots is thrilling. I loved this cock, but there was no way I could do the deep throat thing. He was just too big. I decided to enjoy as much as I could get into my mouth.

His hands gently held my face as I made love to his cock. He pulled me up onto his lap after a little while. His cock stood between us like some erotic monolith. He kissed me again and I turned to jelly. His lips found their way down my neck to my tits. I pulled my shear bra out of the way and his lips sucked on my nipple. I forgot where I was for a İzmir Masaj Salonları while.

When he came up for air, I opened my eyes and saw that Mom was being entertained by her new lady friend. My new friend decided to put me on my back, and I gave him my undivided attention. He licked his way up my thighs and ran his tongue up my silk covered pussy. He pulled the cloth out of his way and began to lick me. He really knew his way around a pussy! I have never cum so fast!

Mr. Wonder Cock moved up my body and pushed the head of his magnificent cock slowly into my pussy. I am so glad he was considerate. He could have hurt me, but he took his time and allowed my body to adjust. I came again when he filled me. He froze for a minute until he realized that he hadn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite in fact! He was on his knees with both hands pulling me onto his cock when Mom leaned in and kissed me. She didn’t know it was me. She just needed someone to kiss.

We really went at it. She is a great kisser and the fact she is my mom made it really hot. I nearly lost my mind when Wonder Cock started to slide me on and off his cock. I was moaning in Mom’s mouth until her lips slid off mine. Someone was fucking her, and she couldn’t maintain lip contact. I was incapable of kissing anyway by this point. The cock in me was driving me crazy and it became my entire focus.

I don’t know how many times I came. It seemed like one continuous orgasm. I could tell when he was getting close and I wanted to swallow his cum. I looked into his eyes and pointed at my mouth. I am not sure which one of us figured it out first, but we recognized each other in that moment. That did not stop me from turning around and taking his cock in my mouth. He shot jet after jet into my mouth and I loved every drop. I licked and sucked him until he was as clean as I could get him.

I couldn’t read the look on Dad’s face when I rose up. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him hard. I was scared that he would be upset and would push me away. I looked into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me. I was so happy. We kissed and he held me close for a long time and it was wonderful.

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Bill

I was a little confused when they separated us at the party, but I ran with it. I walked in the door and some guy motioned for me to follow him. We walked into a room divided by curtains and he explained the rules. It wasn’t long after that I was given my mask and escorted to the party. I milled around a bit before I saw a vision of beauty. She was the petite epitome of sexual attraction and I felt like I had to be near her. She seemed to be attracted to me as well and she let me lead her to the bar. We got our drinks and ended up on a couch.

Her alure was magnetic and I had to touch her. I ran my hands up the soft skin on her arms and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft and willing. I was reminded of my wife’s lips and I should have known, but I was lost in my arousal for this strange woman. When she caressed my cock, I lost my ability to think about anything but her. My cock grew way beyond the containment of my silly underwear.

She moved between my legs. The kiss she placed on my cock nearly made me cum. She started to suck on my cock, and it was magical. I could tell she loved my cock and the boost it gave my ego was almost matched by the lust I had for her lithe body. I did not just want her; I needed her. Susan is the only woman I have ever needed more.

Her pussy tasted amazing and I used all the skill I had to make her feel wonderful. When I put the head of my cock into her it was like the first time ever being in a woman. Oh god, the feel of her pussy was beyond belief. The primitive side of me wanted to plunge my cock into her and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. I controlled my urges. Something about her made me want to take care of her. I wanted her to be happy more than anything. We started out fucking as strangers. Soon it became making love to a beautiful goddess that I felt like I had always been meant to be with.

When our eyes met, and she pointed to her mouth, I knew who she was. I could no longer resist my attraction to my daughter. My heart was lost to her in that moment. Knowing that she is my daughter only added to the height of my arousal. I cannot remember ever cumming that hard before.

I was in shock until she threw her arms around me. I realized then that I loved her now more than ever. I kissed her deeply and held her close. Shortly after that a woman I soon found out was her mom joined us.

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Susan

I am open minded about sex because I enjoy it so much. You would think I would have experimented with women by now. You would be wrong. I have nothing against women being with women. I have just never been in a situation where I could experiment. The woman that was exploring the party with me changed everything.

We were walking around when she led me to some couches. I was sure she was about to seduce me, and I was about to let her. She was kissing my neck and running her hands down my body when I noticed the couple on the couch. I knew immediately from the cock that the guy on the couch was my husband. I also knew the girl he was kissing was our daughter. I saw her admiring her outfit in her mirror while I was peeking through her partially open door. She always left it open in case her dad walked by.

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1. Sarah

A wave buffeted the side of the boat and Sarah was knocked awake. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but she estimated that it had followed at least thirty straight hours of consciousness; although with all the time zones she had crossed from London to here it was difficult to calculate.

Sarah sat up and looked around. The other passengers were standing up, ready to disembark. She was here at her final destination; the remote and tiny island of Ifala, Micronesia. Armed with a bachelor’s degree in education, she had signed her services to Oceanaid; an international aid group with a mission to improve the lives of disadvantaged communities around the world. She felt excitement for the adventure she was beginning and pride for the assistance she would provide to the local people, but most of all she felt fear for all the unknowns that would greet her once she set foot on this exotic land.

Sarah heaved her pack onto her shoulders and followed the brown-skinned Ifalans out. Andy was ahead of her. He had introduced himself to her when they boarded. He was an eighteen year old Australian, also with Oceanaid. That was all Sarah knew of him. Upon meeting him she apologised for her rudeness, but she desperately needed to get some shut-eye before she passed out whilst standing. Andy stood out from the crowd. Back home he would blend in but here he was six inches taller than his nearest rival, the only white-skinned man in sight, and dressed conspicuously like a westerner.

The locals didn’t wear socks or hiking boots or shorts or shirts. If they chose to wear footwear at all it was either flip-flops or sandals. Around their waists the men and women wore lavalavas; brightly coloured textiles fashioned into skirts and loincloths. The shirts were often substituted for nothing at all. That went for the women as well. Although most of the Micronesians Sarah passed by at the airport preferred western fashion, particularly the younger citizens, the farther out she travelled the more the locals embraced the dress sense of their ancestors. She was initially embarrassed by the sight of women strolling though streets and shops with their swaying breasts bare, but quickly came around to admiring the equality women had with the men in this regard and thought her own culture to be backward.

Sarah took a deep breath of the damp, salty air and was now fully awake. She stepped onto the pier and took in the sights of what would be her new home. The bright colours of the blue sky and the green jungle seemed too vivid to be real. Colourfully dressed locals carried cargo from the ferry and welcomed the arrivals. Sarah saw that amongst those waiting to board the ferry for the return trip was a blonde-haired Caucasian. Young, muscular, tanned and handsome. He’s now the top-ranked hottie of my trip so far.

“You must be my replacement,” he said to her. “Hi, I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah.” That’s disappointing. This prime specimen is leaving even before I’ve arrived.

“Yeah look at me, this is what six months in the sun will do to your skin.”

Sarah had been caught staring at his body, and the embarrassment dumbfounded her. “Yes,” she responded, too flustered to put a sentence together.

“Are you ready for your adventure?”

“Not really. What do I have in stall for me?”

“Half a year of frustration, confusion and boredom.” He smirked as he said it.

“Should I run away now?”

“No, I’m exaggerating. The locals are just a little… set in their ways. They’ll be glad to meet you and show you their culture, but most of them aren’t really interested in your help. It’s also very quiet, everything you used to do for fun back home isn’t here. But the experience is only what you make it.”

“I’m supposed to be a teacher.”

“They might have other ideas. You might be allowed into the school, you might not. They already have plenty of local teachers here and they won’t want their jobs stolen from them by an outsider. My advice is, take a holiday for the first couple of weeks and don’t worry about work. Do whatever the locals invite you to do. Get to know them and earn their trust, then you will be able to figure out how to best be of help.”

“Thanks.”

Sarah wondered where Andy had gotten to. She looked around and saw him chatting with a large local man. He might be their contact. She wanted to squeeze Michael for as much information as she could get before he disappeared. “Did you serve your stint here alone?” she asked.

“Not initially. Oceanaid always has us working in pairs. My workmate.. she didn’t make it.”

“How so? What happened?”

“She decided to leave.”

“That’s a relief. The way you said it, I thought she may have been taken by a shark.”

“There were sharks circling her all right, but of a different kind. She made the mistake of revealing she was single. From that moment she had more than a dozen suitors courting her night and day, even sneaking into her room in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t have been Çeşme Escort a problem if she found just one of the appealing, the others would have left her alone if they saw she had a boyfriend. Are you married.”

“No.”

“Wrong answer. You better start inventing a husband, or you’ll get the same treatment.”

“I’d rather not lie.” She also fancied having an ethnic boyfriend, and it sounded like she would have her pick of the local boys. “Is there anything else I should be warned about?”

“Probably,” he looked her up and down as he said this. “But you’ll find out for yourself soon enough. I should get on the boat now. Good luck.”

“Bye.”

2. Andy

Andy disembarked from the ferry and was instantly lost among strangers. He had been told that someone would be there to meet him, but had no further details. He slowly walked down the pier, making eye-contact with everyone in the hope that one of them would rescue him. They all smiled at him, some even said hello, but no one seemed to be there for him. I don’t even know who I’m looking for. What do I do if no-one’s here to meet me? He had volunteered himself to take responsibility for a community, but he was straight out of high school and had never even been responsible for taking care of himself.

Andy had never felt more like a stranger. This was the furthest he had ever been from home and everything here was foreign to him. The climate was hot and humid, the people spoke to each other in languages that were not English, and they dressed very differently. He could not see another person – male or female – who was wearing a shirt.

On the ship he had sat next to a woman of fifty years. Her large sagging tits rested on her substantial belly. Intellectually he knew that he shouldn’t find this woman sexually attractive, but his cock hardened at the mere thought of boobs. She practised her English on him, asking for his name, where he was from and where he was going and why. All standard small talk. Then she asked if he was married or had any children. At his age? He didn’t know anyone who married younger than twenty-five, and thanks to being sent away to an all-male boarding school, he had never even had a girlfriend. Without conscious effort, his gaze drifted down to the woman’s breasts as they talked. She noticed this and gave a raucous laugh. He could feel his face turn red. “Look, look,” she said, “Why so embarrassed?” She must have thought him to be a complete fool.

“Hello Andy!” A large middle-aged man with outstretched arms and a warm smile stood in front of him on the shore. His enormous gut spilt over the blue cloth wrapped around his waist. He continued in his slow and resonant voice, “I am Hopo. Welcome to Ifala.”

“Thank you for having me,” Andy said. He held out his hand to be shaken, Hopo took it and pulled him in for a hug. Andy tried to hug back as the air was squeezed from his lungs, but his arms couldn’t even reach halfway around this barrel of a man.

“We are very happy you are here. There is another with you?”

“Yes. Sarah should be around somewhere.” Andy looked around. A blonde white girl shouldn’t be too hard to spot in this crowd.

“I see her. She is talking to Michael. He is also with Oceanaid, but he leaves now. Where you come from?”

“Australia.”

“Aah. Kangaroos.” Andy smiled and nodded. “It is very cold there?”

“It is at this time of the year.”

“Here it is hot all the time.” Hopo continued. “I am the the brother of the Chief. I will tell you everything I know about my home. If you need anything, you ask me. If you have questions about our people, you ask me. We have cooked a big feast to welcome you. ”

Andy was starting to think everything might be okay. Hopo already felt like a father figure, someone who could take care of him. His broken English was decipherable, which meant that the language barrier with the community would not be a huge problem.

Two attractive, young women stood near them, conversing in their native tongue and wearing their native attire. How enjoyable it will be to see such glorious sights every day. Hopo saw the direction Andy’s eyes were pointed, and it wasn’t to their faces. “This is our way,” he said, “and while you live with us, this will be your way too. To cover yourself, it is not honest.”

“You mean my shirt? Am I being rude by wearing it?”

“Yes.”

“But I get sunburnt very easily.”

“In time, your skin will turn dark, like mine, then you will not burn. Until then, we have lots of trees. Lots of shade.”

Andy was soon to meet many people who would control his fate for the foreseeable future, including Ifala’s Chief. It was essential that he made a good first impression. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and stuffed it in his pack. At least I wasn’t sent to Papua New Guinea, there I may have been asked to wear only a penis gourd with my balls swinging in the breeze. “Your skin is whiter than the sand, and you are so skinny” Hopo said, his laughter sending Çiğli Escort tremors through his rolls of flesh. Andy was self-conscious about his body, but had no choice but to take the teasing with a nervous smile.

Sarah arrived and they made their greetings. Hopo picked up their packs and flung them both over a shoulder as if they weighed nothing at all. No amount of protesting from Andy or Sarah would allow them to carry their own bags. Hopo led them along the main road, which was made of sand and pebbles and appeared to have never seen a motor vehicle. “We will have big dinner tonight,” Hopo said, and pointing at Andy, “This skinny one looks hungry.”

3. Sarah

“You’re joking,” Sarah said. “There’s no way I’m getting my boobs out in public.”

“Don’t get angry with me,” said Andy, “I’m just telling you what Hopo said.”

It might be easy for Andy to strut around without a shirt on, but I’m not in the same boat.

They were seated on the floor in Chief Lopo’s house. On a mat in front of them plates of food piled up; grilled fish, crab, taro, and all kinds of tropical fruit, and coconuts with lopped tops to drink from. They were told that the people surrounding them were Hopo and Lopo’s families, but there were so many of them that Sarah supposed some of them must have only been friends and neighbours. She and Andy were seated with the elder family members, and had not yet been given the opportunity to talk to those of her own age.

“Everything is so delicious,” Sarah said. Her remark was mostly made out of politeness. The banquet was fresh but rather bland, lacking any kind of herbs or spices. She couldn’t spot a single dish that contained more than two ingredients, although she did appreciate the effort that went into preparing them.

A woman spoke. “Andy, Do you like the fish?” Sarah tried to remember her name but couldn’t, she had been introduced to too many people in too short a time. She believed the woman was Lopo’s wife.

“Yes, Ofa, it’s very nice, thank you,” Andy replied.

“The men will take you fishing some time. Do you know how to fish with a spear?”

“No. I live on a farm a long way from the ocean.”

Ofa’s smile turned from courteous to genuinely pleased. “You are a farmer? We will take you to our farms here. You can show us how to grow our food better.”

“I don’t know how to grow any of these foods,” Andy gestured to the banquet before them, “My family grows barley.”

“Then you can teach us to grow barley and we can make beer.”

Sarah could tell that Ofa was joking about the barley, but Andy had a concerned look as if she may have been serious.

Whilst Ofa relayed the conversation to the non-English speaking audience, Sarah spoke quietly into Andy’s ear. “They’re very taken with you. You already seem to have been accepted as one of their own. They’ve barely spoken to me.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Andy said. “Maybe their society is a bit patriarchal. I don’t think they would ignore you on purpose.”

Sarah considered the reasons why their hosts may have been so enamoured with Andy. He had not only lost his shirt and boots, as per local customs, but had also wrapped a lavalava around his shorts and so appeared to dress just as the locals do. Perhaps his dress-up game has earned him a bit of attention.

An announcement was made in the native tongue and many of the diners sat up and exited the room. Sarah asked, “What’s happening?”

Ofa replied. “They will dance for you now. They are putting on their costumes.”

A space was cleared in the middle of the room and a procession of dancers entered. The young men and women carried a three foot long stick that they pretended to be a paddle of a canoe and stroked their way to their starting positions. They wore grass skirts and several necklaces of flowers around their necks, with nothing else concealing their torsos. Sea shells tied around their ankles rattled with each step they took. They sung as song in two-part harmony as they danced and clashed their sticks together in an intricate pattern. Sarah was impressed. Their performance is so professional. I would definitely pay money to see this.

Some of the the younger women were undoubtedly pretty. Sarah noticed that one of them took every moment she could to lock eyes with Andy and smile. She also noticed that Andy always smiled back, and he didn’t have eyes for anyone but her.

The first song finished and a second started with a faster tempo. The hips of the dancers jolted with twists and thrusts, flinging the grass of their skirts in all directions. Sarah’s attention was drawn to the young men of the group. They were all very muscular and many were handsome. Their sweat left a sheen on their light brown skin that further defined each bulge in their arms and legs. When they fell to a squat and rapidly separated and brought together their knees, Sarah’s heart fluttered and and she wished she could be up there dancing with them, grinding her body against theirs. They finished Foça Escort the show with a final yelp and the audience applauded; Sarah and Andy with the most enthusiasm.

Chief Lopo then stood up and raised a palm in the air, demanding attention. “Very good dancing. Very good singing,” he said to the performers. Then he turned to the foreign guests, “We welcome Andy and Sarah to our land. We will look after them and teach them our ways, and they will teach us their ways as well.” The crowd cheered and applauded. “Hopo will now take you to your homes.”

“You will live in my house, Andy,” Hopo said. “You will share a room with my five sons, they will look after you.” Andy smiled but his eyes gave away the fact that he was not pleased with the situation. “Sarah, you will live with my Uncles, Tano and Mano.” Two elderly men appeared, they didn’t have a full set of teeth between them. Tano looked into Sarah’s eyes in a way that made her shiver. Mano just stared at her crotch and giggled.

“Such a pretty girl” Tano said. He and taken a strand of Sarah’s long blonde hair and was thumbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you married?”

“Married?” Sarah mind relived the conversation she had earlier with Michael. It was now evident who the dirty old men were. Although she despised lying, her personal safety had to take priority. “Yes, I’m married, aren’t I Andy?” She didn’t mean to throw that last bit in, but she didn’t think of herself as a great liar, so having someone back her up might make her more convincing.

She looked at Andy with raised eyebrows. He was hesitant, but got the message. “Oh, yes. She’s married. I can definitely confirm that.”

“You did not tell us that,” Hopo said. “Married people should have their own place to live. Come, I will take you to the Honeymoon Suite.”

That was close. What a relief. Not only had Sarah dodged a bullet, but received a room upgrade as a bonus. After congratulating herself for her accomplishment a thought hit her. Does he think that Andy and I are married… to each other?

4. Andy

Andy didn’t know whether to be disappointed or grateful. The so-called “Honeymoon Suite” was as simple as a house could possibly be. Simpler if you considered that a house must have walls to be defined as such. Large wooden posts held up a roof thatched with palm leaves, the only thing separating the the inside from the exterior were shutters made from woven palms that hung from the ceiling and swayed with the breeze. There was no furniture, only a mattress that was almost large enough for two in the middle of the room and curtained by a mosquito net. Andy felt that the hut was barely a step above a tent, but then he quite liked camping.

He was glad to escape Hopo’s hospitality and the prospect of sharing a room with five of his children. The only time he had ever shared a room with another person was at boarding school, and that was unbearable.

Hopo said, “The toilet and shower are around the back, but do not drink water from the tap, drink from a bottle. We have fruit for breakfast.” A boy following Hopo, perhaps his son, carried a box of supplies into the hut. “You have everything you need here, but if anything is not here, tell me tomorrow. I’ll leave you to do what newlyweds do. Bye bye.”

“Goodnight,” said Sarah.

Andy just waved goodbye whilst clenching his teeth. When they were alone he spoke to Sarah. “What did you just get us into?”

“I’m sorry, this isn’t what I wanted. I was told by Michael to say that I was married so those old guys wouldn’t pester me. I didn’t mean to bring you into it.”

“We’re going to have to keep this act up for another six months now.”

“I know, I know, I don’t like it either. I was so looking forward to a cute Micronesian boyfriend as well, now I can’t have one without the entire island calling me an adulterer.”

Andy thought about his relationship prospects as well. He also may have entertained fantasies about the local girls, but now the young dancer smiling at him would be the closest those would come to realisation.

In the dying light of the day Andy and Sarah surveyed their surroundings. The shower consisted of a hose latched to a seven foot post at the rear of the hut; cold water only. It’s location seemed to offer privacy from the neighbourhood, being lodged between the hut and the jungle, but it had no screens to give them privacy from each other.

They approached the outhouse. “This is a tense moment,” Andy told Sarah, “I’ve seen some very bad toilets in my time.” Andy shuddered as he remembered the long drops he had used in rural Australia, stinking and swarming with flies. He carefully opened the door, all too aware that many animals may consider this seldom used structure to be an ideal home. Inside was western style porcelain toilet; weathered but clean and connected with proper plumbing. “That could have been a lot worse, we’re very lucky,” Andy said.

Drops of rain came down from the heavens and so they retired inside. The light shower turned into a heavy downpour. The roof is made of leaves and sticks, but its keeping the water out. The house was wired, but only had a single light bulb and power outlet; no appliances. The box that Hopo left contained bananas, papaya, a pineapple, bottled water, some kitchen utensils and a machete.

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I met an extra-ordinary man. He loved me for two weeks and then left. I am pining. This is my exorcism! Enjoy and have a great year ahead. I may just be back! Ha ha.

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You are a gorgeous man. Not in the TV star way, in a more lived in way. You are not startled by your own looks. You own them. I love that about you. I find myself staring at you, hoping you don’t think I’m some little psycho. Once or twice you have caught me staring and it sent me into a giggling/coughing fit. I haven’t met many men who can do that to me with a smile. Your eyes. I may need to write an ode to them at some point in the future. I cannot tell the exact colour because it depends on the lighting of the moment. Anything from cornflower blue to the most piquing shade of cyan. I love when you look down at me in bed. It makes me literally shiver.

Its morning and I cannot sleep. The routine of getting up early to get to work is so ingrained I cannot sleep past 7am. You look like one of Botticelli’s angels; all naked and gorgeous. The devil in me feels a persistent and urgent need to have those eyes open up and look at me. I nudge you softly first. I get a faint stir. Encouraged, I do it harder. Your eyes flutter open for a second and close again. Damn. I may have to resort to out and out force!

Uncovering you in what I think is a stealthy manner actually wakes you up. When I am done pulling back the covers, I look up and find you looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and morning grogginess. It’s disturbingly Bornova Escort endearing. I could gobble you up! You have morning wood. I am curious about it and start to feel your cock. I wonder if you are hard enough for me to just jump aboard. I am not really in the mood for foreplay……..I am not a morning person.

Pre-empting my studious caressing, you flip me over and get on top of me. The eyes again. One look and I believe I am more predisposed to being nicer in the morning now. I melt as you smile. I can feel your erection pressing against my closed thighs. It’s full of promise and I giggle without knowing why. You lean in to kiss me and I eagerly try to reach up and meet you half way. Kissing you is always an amazing production of its own. It’s the reason while I am embarrassed by public displays of affection; I am not entirely uncooperative when you kiss me on the street.

I live the way you suck on my lower lip, I love the way you don’t try to tongue choke me! It’s awesome. You kiss me slowly and I am getting impatient. My tits are so swelling in want that it’s almost painful. I’m wriggling around, hoping you’ll stop being a typical man and multi task. I hear you chuckling through the kiss. You know I am impatient, you like to torture me with drawn out foreplay. It makes for interesting power play before sex.

Finally indulging me, you touch the tip of one nipple ever so slightly. I literally tremble. I can feel the pleasure coursing though my veins Bostanlı Escort from the tip of my breast to that place just above my clit. It makes me wriggle around even more. You hoarsely ask me to stay still. As if. You know well because after you say it, you pin my hands on top of my head on the pillow. I am not sure if you know this but when you move around on top of me, I can feel your chest hairs rub all over my breasts. It’s electric.

Finally you get me still enough to resume kissing me. I open my legs and you settle in between them. I am frustrated because another one of your unbeatable attractions is your butt. I love grabbing you butt, running my hands over it and occasionally I swat it in public. It’s a great butt; I cannot be faulted for not being able to resist it. I ask with what I hope is a suitably seductive voice if I may be allowed to touch your bum. You kiss me a little more and release my hands.

By the time I have moved into a position where I can touch your ass, you have slipped inside me. The surprise of it is fantastic. I gasp. Ok, no, that was actually a squeal. I squeal in pleasure. It feels good. Your rock hard cock inside me, my inability to move freely, my hands on your gorgeous ass and the idea that it’s you greatly expounds the erotic haze that seems to have covered me.

I love the morning sex. You are slow and deliberate and most of the time. I get to learn things about myself that I would have otherwise glossed over. Erotically Buca Escort edifying and satisfying, that’s what sex with you is.

You start to thrust harder. Before I know it though, your hands flip me over and ask me to get on my knees. I am feeling slightly lazy from all the loving but I know how good you deliver doggy and I don’t hesitate. I am such a wuss! I feel your cock throbbing hotly at my pussy entrance. I push back invitingly and you shove your now impossibly hard cock inside. There is no preamble in the initial thrust but you are gentler in the withdrawal. I love the way you slide in and out and I can feel the head of your cock as it grazes my walls slickly.

Again I am unprepared for you this morning. You slam into me…hard and deep. I gasp the pain is so familiar and enticingly bearable. It is so right and I know it fades after a couple of deep thrusts. You keep slamming into me until I am sure your aim is to see if your dick can come out on the other end; my mouth. I am not expecting the orgasm that I get. It surprises both of us because it has had no build up per se. Again I am reduced to a fit of giggles. You groan as I cum around your cock.

You pick up the pace which leaves me whining and begging for something. I am not sure what. Apparently you know because your next thrusts are quick and short and I am an orgasmic mess around your cock for a second time in as many minutes. As I come down from my pleasure haze, I feel you coming inside me. The molten fire you are pumping inside me feels good. It’s like licking yourself from the inside.

I feel little tremors coursing throughout my entire body and sigh languidly. You kiss my back when you’re done and then pull me into a cuddle. It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep under your light caresses. I dream of your eyes over and over again.

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All characters are 18 years or older.

I like big boobs. I choose the size. I don’t tell you how to live your life. So you got an issue, move on somewhere else where someone else cares.

*****

My name is Everett Tyler. But my friends just call me E. I’m 6’6 and 213 pounds. At 45 years old, my dad Richard and my mother Suzanne at just 28 gave birth to me. When I was 12, my mom died in a car crash. My dad, a prominent businessman wasn’t there to comfort me.

4 years later, he showed up with a new wife, the 22 year old Rebecca Stewart, an Algebra teacher. She had a cheerleader body with curves in all the right places. She tried immediately to be a good mother figure which I appreciated deeply.

Until I was 19, she was the prime source of my jerk off sessions. She once found me jerking to her while moaning her name. We made eye contact after she had walked in my room. She backed out quickly, never saying anything about it.

Over time, I spent less time at home, mostly at basketball practice or sleeping at a friend’s house. With my dad gone constantly, I felt bad for Rebecca alone all the time but I could never bring myself to actually spend time with her. During summer vacation during my sophomore year in college, I decided to go by.

When I arrived, she stood in our living with two friends, her 38E boobs straining the string on the front of blue and yellow bikini. She didn’t notice I was there. Imagine my surprise as I entered the kitchen. I saw 2 other smoking hot MILFs.

Julia Walsh, a 34G housewife and realtor from up the street in a bright orange bikini.

Savannah Mitchell, the 40E mother of one of my former classmates and owner of beach shop wearing a white string bikini.

They were all drinking wine as I came in and greeted me. Rebecca, looking extremely sexy with her long brown hair, came over and hugged me. It had been a while since I had seen her but the feel of my face in her deep cleavage was just as spectacular.

While she talked to me about school, I overheard Julia and Savannah’s conversation.

“And Steve really doesn’t get it up anymore?” Savannah asked with her hand over her mouth, not having noticed my arrival.

“Never,” Julia answered with a shake of her head, “and when he does, he lasts 2 minutes and passes out.”

“That’s nothing,” Savannah said as she sat with her hands between her legs, “I found out that Damien is sleeping with someone else. There were the texts. And then the panties in his toolbox. I felt so worthless. But I decided to try to spice things up a little.

“So last night,” she continued, “I showed off for him in this new bikini. My ass is practically hanging out of this thing. And yet, he didn’t stir in the least. When we ordered pizza, the delivery boy practically slobbering when he saw me.”

“I can think of someone who appreciates it…” Becky replied. The front of my shorts held an obscene boner, nearly showing past my cuff. Julia smiled as she saw my reaction, looking intently from her succulent lips to her large breasts and tanned firm legs.

“I wish my husband was still young and virile,” Julia said as she downed another glass, “then I wouldn’t need to finish myself with the shower head each night.” She clasped her hand over her mouth, forgetting I was there. But the words had my pituitary gland working overtime.

“Well at least you know you’re still attractive,” Savannah said, a wonder for the eyes herself, “or maybe he just finds us… whatever they call women now… ‘GILFs?'”

“MILFs” I replied without thinking, suddenly having all 6 eyes on me.

Rebecca chuckled and sat, her legs crossed. I could see one of her pussy lips, shaven and wet. “I remember when we went on that trip to Florida,” Rebecca said as she sipped, “Everett had a boner when we went to the beach. Only 13 years old with a pornstar cock.”

She ran her hand up her smooth hips, reliving the experience. “I of course wondered how,” she continued, “his father never got past 6 inches. I knew it was wrong to think of him that way but… whoo!” It was obviously the liquor talking but it was still arousing.

I began to go upstairs just as Savannah began to rub my bulge. She then moved my hand to her large right boob and I started to grope the tender warm flesh as I moaned softly. Julia began to rub her pussy as Becky lowered my shorts. “Let’s see how much has changed.”

The others let out loud gasps as I was exposed in front of them. As the waistband dropped, a bead of precum struck Julia’s cheek. As she licked it from her fingers, she rubbed herself faster and the other two watched me get harder in Savannah’s hand, precum steadily dripping from my buzzing knob.

As Julia began to lick my shaft, Becky allowed me to suck on her hard nipples.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs ladies?” Becky asked as she held my hand.

I followed them to her bedroom, watching the heavenly asses jiggling as they walked. Once we were inside, Julia removed Basmane Escort my shirt and Becky had me sit against the headboard. She squirted some oil onto her hand which she applied gently to my cock.

“Look at his size!” Savannah exclaimed, “it’s got to be at least 9 inches.”

“Yeah,” Becky replied as she took off her bra, “but we can do better.” She applied more oil to her hand and began to rub it on her boobs. Soon they were all rubbing it all on one another occasionally slipping fingers in another’s pussy or ass. Savannah moaned loudly as Julia began to probe her pussy with her slick fingers.

She soon was sent into a powerful orgasm, her huge boobs heaving as she came to Julia’s furious stimulation. I then watched as Becky began to suck Julia’s tits. Neither one of them had the least amount of sag, despite Savannah and Becky both having children.

Julia smiled broadly as she saw my fully erect dick, 14 rock hard inches. Fully nude and surrounded by some of the hottest women in my neighborhood was amazing. Becky and Julia got on each side of me and began to stroke me as I held onto each of their boobs.

Savannah chuckled as she flicked her tongue across my tip and held my fully loaded balls. I wrapped my mouth around Becky’s hard tits and she moaned while Julia rubbed herself. As Becky and Julia continued sliding their hands along my pole, Savannah rose up to let me suck her glorious breasts.

I then began to knead the wondrous orbs, softly massaging the soft flesh while roughly pinching and tweaking her nipples. She moaned loudly and the others began to laugh. They then began kissing all over me, sucking my fingers, nipples and earlobes. Then each took turns sucking on my knob. It was so arousing, I had to fight from cumming then and there.

I groaned at their loving touch. “Don’t blow that load too fast Everett,” Julia said as I ran my fingers through her bush, “we have all the time we want.” She lowered to kiss me, our lips locked in hot passion. She kept her lips pressed mine as Savannah began to suck on my balls while Becky sucked my head.

“Look at him…” Savannah said slyly as she licked my vein, “he wants us so bad to fuck this gigantic rail spike.” I nearly died as the soft warmth of her breasts wrapped around my cock. My prick felt terrific in her cleavage while I kissed Becky and Julia.

They held me down as Savannah took me into her mouth, sucking lower and lower until she reached my base. She pulled back up to my knob, giving me a sexy wink. She then held my base and began bobbing up and down.

“Oh god!!” I cried out as they laughed, kissing my chest. My cock shone brightly with Savannah’s saliva and she blew me off loudly, the sound of her deep suction filling the room. I gritted my teeth to hold back and dug my fingers into Becky and Julia’s tits. The room was full of moans and Savannah’s wetness on my cock.

My precum finally began to fire. My first stream blasted down Savannah’s throat. The second and third hit her face and tits. Becky and Julia then leaned over it, catching my cum in their mouths like a water fountain.

“Fuck, that precum is delicious,” Julia said as they all licked all the stray cream from each other’s nipples. My cock throbbed from the amazing blowjob and Becky began to mount me.

“I got him here,” she said as she rubbed my head in her pussy, “I get first dibs.” Becky slowly slid my head into her while the lube from the oil and cum let her slide down easily to my base. “Ohhhh yeah…” she moaned as I filled her. She moaned as she began to move up and down, her warm globes squeezed in my fingers.

I then moved my hands down to hold onto her hips, moving my cock slowly in and out. She kissed me tenderly as I held on her ass and her kissing became more eager, her tongue clashing with mine. I rubbed my thumb around Becky’s areolas before bringing my tongue to circle them, sucking deeply on the hard nipple.

She cried out as her pussy muscles tightened, her orgasm coming in.

“Oh god!” Becky moaned loudly as she gripped her boobs, “I’m cumming!!” Savannah began to rapidly rub her clit as she came violently, spraying my cock and chest with her sweet juices. Julia at once licked them off, sucking gingerly on my nipples as Becky dismounted on shaky legs.

Savannah then lay against the headboard, spreading her legs. I couldn’t help but begin sucking on her glorious soft boobs, licking down her toned stomach and rubbing her smooth thighs before staring at her shaven wet pussy. I placed my tongue at the base of her pussy, lapping her wetness while rubbing her squishing cunt.

“Fuck…” she moaned as her pussy muscles held my tongue, “Damien never does this to me…”

She raised her ass off the bed, her stockinged feet sliding over my shoulders as I sucked on her clit. She moaned softly, rubbing my head as I moved my tongue in slow circles, changing directions every few seconds. Her pussy tasted incredible, Bayındır Escort sweet like honey.

“Yes Everett!!” Savannah screamed as she pulled my face deeper, her juices flowing down my throat. Her breathing quickened, her boobs coming perilously close to her face as she bucked quickly under my attack. It took her a few minutes to calm down, her grip loosened on her head and I removed my dripping face from her cunt.

“God, that was incredible…” Savannah moaned as I kissed her and my cock grazed her pussy. Keeping her down, I palmed one huge tit, intertwining my tongue with hers, sharing her juices. We continued to explore every inside of one another’s mouths. I then moved down until I was eye level with her magnificent boobs, putting my face between them.

We rubbed each other, her pussy wet with her need. “Put it in already you hung bastard!” Savannah shouted and I wasted no time pushing all my cock into her. The feeling was incredible, so tight and hot I nearly came upon impact. She moaned softly as I entered her.

I went slowly and she begged, “Harder! Fuck me!” I hesitated to tease her but then held up her legs and began pounding her roughly. Her eyes rolled back as I pounded her savagely while her ankles rested on my shoulders. We both moaned as I bottomed her out, our grooms meeting with loud impacts.

Seeing her blonde hair draping her creamy soft boobs was amazing as I fucked her harder. “Yeah Everett,” Savannah moaned as she held my head up to look at her, “you like fucking that pussy?”

I managed to nod, feeling I was seconds away from a massive orgasm. She began to move against me, rotating her hips. To hold out, I gave a hard slap to her boobs making her cry out as she watched my cock slam into her. She screamed loudly as she reached her climax, her pussy relinquishing it’s hold, my balls boiling.

She sat up and kissed me softly. “How was it?” Julia asked, rubbing herself.

“Perfect…” Savannah moaned as she continued to keep her lips glued to mine. I lay back as Julia sucked on my balls and Savannah kissed my chest and neck. I looked over to Becky, watching with glee and she winked back. I groaned as Julia collected the cum flowing from my cock and she and Savannah kissed, sharing my seed with each other.

They then began to suck and lick on the sides, Savannah tracing my veins with her tongue. The two maintained eye contact the entire time, Julia licking inside my slit. Her red lips covered my head as she sucked on it deeply, as if trying to suck my soul through it.

Julia sucked like a vacuum as Savannah pulled back, her mouth speedily moving over my prick, coating it in saliva. She was fucking wizard at sucking cock, massaging my balls as she inhaled me down her throat. At her command, I began to eat her ass while rubbing her pussy.

She moaned and writhed while I explored her hot insides as I rapidly fingered her. “He must love eating ass,” Savannah said as she lightly stroked my throbbing shaft between my legs. Julia continued to moan and arch her back as I probed her anus. She sharply sucked a gust of air through her closed teeth and moaned loudly as she began to cum.

Becky now had her face between Savannah’s legs, lapping her pussy while squeezing her large boobs. She licked every inch of her warm wet pussy. My cock was in severe need of attention and I pushed into Savannah’s open mouth.

She blew me off brilliantly, sucking in her cheeks and licking over my full length. Soon, I was almost laying on top of Savannah as she continued to suck me. I then began to suck on her tits while Becky continued to eat her out. Savannah’s breathing intensified, signaling her orgasm. Becky pulled her tongue out and began to vigorously finger her while I began sucking harder on her tits.

She cried out as she came all over Becky’s tits. Julia and Savannah licked her clean before they all began kissing and groping one another. I had been close before Savannah had came and Becky’s eye met mine.

“I believe you and Everett have some unfinished business,” Becky said to Julia. Julia licked her juicy lips and crawled over to me while Becky lay beside me, jerking me off. She pulled my foreskin down almost to my base while I sucked Julia tits and Savannah ate out Becky. The room was full of moans and I felt I couldn’t last much longer.

Savannah pulled from Becky’s pussy and began to lick and suck my knob. The pressure was building as Becky leaned to kiss me, moving Savannah’s head faster over my prick, her saliva dripping down to my balls. I suddenly tensed and Savannah pulled back, giving a tight squeeze to my shaft.

“I can think of a much better place to deposit all this this hot load…” Savannah replied as she gestured over Julia. Becky began to jerk me off to full length as my cock had went semi-flaccid due to my pending orgasm. Julia then grabbed my prick around the halfway mark and lowered herself.

It took everything I had not to cum Bayraklı Escort as I felt my head enter her hot wetness. I raised my hands to massage her massive globes as she continued to slide down. She began to ride me hard as I kept my hands alternating between her boobs and ass. She moaned softly as I sucked her hard tits.

As I sucked, I stuck a finger in her asshole and she cried out, bouncing furiously on my shaft. Her pussy was so wet and tight, it felt spectacular. “Oh…” Julia moaned loudly, “fuck yes!” Her huge boobs bounced wildly in every direction as I began pumping upward, my balls begging to finally achieve release.

She gripped hard onto the soaked sheet as I grabbed her hips and began to fucking her roughly. It was amazing seeing my cock zoom in and out of her as she pulled me to her, kissing in a frenzy, our tongues wrestling for dominance. I grabbed her hips again and began to mercilessly fuck her snatch, nearly making her lose balance.

“Yes! Fuck me!!” Julia begged as I sucked ever more on her full ripe breasts, “I’m cumming all over your gorgeous fat cock!” She screamed into my mouth as her juices flowed like a river over my balls and she cried out again with her head lay back, her boobs rising and falling quickly with her fast breathing.

As Becky began to finger her, they kissed tenderly as Becky moved her stocking feet over my cock as I sucked hungrily on Savannah’s tits. One of them always pleasured my throbbing prick in some way as the other two pleasured one another. It was amazing when Becky slowly rode my cock in reverse cowgirl while Julia ate her out.

Then Becky dismounted while I continued to suck her nipples as Savannah deepthroated me while massaging my sack. Becky and I kissed as we both enjoyed the oral stimulation. I then hammered Julia’s as she and Becky 69’d each other. Savannah rubbed herself and sucked her large boobs as she watched us, prompting me to go even faster.

“Slow down big boy,” Becky said as my balls dangled over her face, “we’re not ready for you to cum just yet…” Savannah crawled over and pulled Julia’s face to her pussy while they each inserted two fingers into Becky’s cunt. Julia began to whimper and moan into Savannah’s pussy and her cream soon sprayed into Becky’s mouth.

As Savannah recovered from her orgasm, she lay down on her back, gesturing me to enter between her legs. I began to suck and lick her pussy as I fingered the other two. “Yes Everett…” Savannah moaned sweetly, “eat my pussy…” Becky and Julia began to finger her as well, making her squirm in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” Savannah yelled as Becky began to suck on her right tit while Julia pinched the other. The look of pleasure on Savannah’s face was full of happiness as she looked down at me, sucking deeply on her clit. Both Becky and Julia moaned as I continued to probe their cunts.

“I’m cumming!!” Savannah screamed as her juices gushed into my mouth and down my chin. Her hips slammed onto the bed as she went into a convulsion, practically foaming at the mouth. Julia reached down to hammer her hand down on my shaft as she and Becky came as well.

Savannah lay back, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” Becky asked with a small chuckle.

“Beck…” Savannah replied as she ran her fingers through my hair, “I don’t ever remember feeling so good…” I suddenly felt the warm sensation of Becky’s mouth wrapped around my pole, her green eyes staying glued to mine. I moaned softly as I began to fuck her mouth, her hot wetness coating my dick.

She then pulled off of me before kissing me warmly and gently pushing me onto my back. We looked at one another as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, licking up the underside of my shaft. I moaned as Savannah and Julie lovingly rubbed my chest as Becky sucked my tip.

I moaned louder as I slid inside her hot hole, gripping her boobs hard while our bodies met in hard wet slaps. I pinched and tweaked the beautiful tits. Our lips met in hot passion while I spanked her ass. My cock hit deep inside her cervix while I continued to suck her. As I nearly came, my attention was luckily drawn away as Julia placed her pussy over my face.

As her sweet nectar flooded my mouth as I palmed her soft ass and pushed her further into my mouth. Julia cupped Savannah’s larger boobs and began to squeeze them hard as they kissed. With both their pussies so close to my face as Becky’s tight cunt continued to rocket up my cock, I fought the strong urge to blow my load.

I reached a hand up to finger Savannah as she moaned louder. The room was filled with the sounds of wet private parts, slaps of skin on skin and a chorus of moans. The smell of raw unrestrained hard fucking was intoxicating. Savannah and Julia cried out simultaneously as they came, nearly drowning me in their juices.

They laughed as they moved over. Becky came soon after and Savannah quickly replaced her, driving her pussy up and down my pole with untold speed. I saw stars as I reached up to hold firmly onto the bouncing globes, my cock tightly clenched in her cunt.

“Oh fuck yes! God that feels great!” she screamed as her juices slid down my shaft. She moaned softly as she looked deeply into my eyes, hers filled with desire and lust. She brought her lips to mine as she roughly rode my prick.

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“She’s bought a house,” mum announced, looking up from the letter she’d been reading.

My father lowered the newspaper he’d been perusing and asked, “Whose bought a house?”

“Janet of course,” mum said, waving the letter in the air.

“Ah, I’ll bet she’s bought a lemon.”

The letter was from my Aunt Janet, my mother’s youngest sister, and things always seemed to go wrong for her. If she bought car, even a new one, it was sure to be in for repairs within a few weeks. When she got engaged and before they could get married the guy was put in jail for sex with a series of minors. She was the sort of person who if she was walking along in a wide open space and there was a banana skin lying in the middle of it, Janet would somehow find it and slip on it.

It was not that Janet was stupid, far from it. She had a doctorate in educational development, and the reason she had bought the house was because she’d just got an appointment to one of the new government universities.

Mum looked down at the letter again and said, “Adrian, she wants to know if you’d go and help her move in.”

That was fine with me, any excuse to be with Janet. She was only in her early thirties and a really voluptuous woman; you know the sort, all the curves going in and out in the right places. I think she could have easily have got married but as I heard mum and dad saying once, she’d gone sour on men after her engagement experience. She just missed out on another lemon there.

Not that Janet had ever been sour with me. She’d always been affectionate and I was very fond of her. Well when I say fond of her I mean that I used to fantasise a bit about her. I suppose that’s how a lot of teenagers get over attractive aunts or even their mothers, but now at twenty I thought I was past that sort of teenage nonsense, and anyway we hadn’t seen a lot of her lately.

“That’s ok mum, I said, when she is moving in?” Mum referred to the letter again and said, “On the twenty ninth.”

“Fine, tell her I’ll be there.”

Mum read a bit more of the letter and then said, “She says the house is haunted.”

“Haunted, haunted by what?”

“She doesn’t say, but she says that’s why she got the house so cheap because people heard things and got scared.”

“I said she’d buy a lemon,” dad said smugly.

I’d read about Borely Rectory and places like that and I had visions of evil deeds done in the past whose influence still pervaded the place. Murderers doomed to haunt the place of their deed for eternity, or the restless spirit of their victim still seeking revenge. It sounded to me as if the place had exciting possibilities.

“A load of rubbish,” dad said from behind his newspaper, “nobody with any sense believes in ghosts.”

“But dad,” I said, “don’t you think that deeds done in a place in the past can linger on in the atmosphere of a place.”

Dad looked at me over the top of his newspaper and said, “Yes, they can, and what the place needs is a good scrubbing.”

That settled it, I knew from past experience that is was useless to argue with dad. I’d volunteered my services and could look forward to seeing my aunt, ghost or no ghost.

* * * * * * * *

After a couple of hours drive I arrived at the address given to me by mum, to find the removal van already there and the men carrying in the furniture and other things. Janet, dressed in tight denim shorts and green shirt, was supervising. My God she looked sexy, sexier than I’d ever seen her before. I thought it was a pity she was my aunt because I could have…well, it was no use dreaming.

My part in the situation was stay around for several days and help Janet move the furniture around until she was satisfied it was in the right place, and generally help her to settle in.

The place came as a bit of a surprise. After hearing about it being haunted, or supposedly haunted, I’d pictured a gloomy sinister place. It’s best described as a cottage and over a stone lintel above the door was carved 1872, which I suppose qualified it as potentially in the creepy league.

In fact it didn’t have that atmosphere at all. If it didn’t exactly have the roses-round the-door romantic image, it did have a peaceful ambience. Inside that impression was sustained as the cottage seemed to emit embracing warmth.

True the place was a bit of a mess. It had been vacant for some time and it seemed nobody, not even the agent, had bothered with it. In summary, it was neglected.

Janet and I didn’t have much time for talking as we set about arranging things. It wasn’t only the placing of furniture; there were simple jobs like replacing tap washers and getting the gas hot water system going — the damned thing defied my efforts to get it going for some time. There was a lot of cleaning in general and late in the day I had to roar into the nearest town to buy a couple of pizzas for our evening meal.

I wondered why Janet had bought the place because it was around thirty kilometres from the sparkling new university she was to work in. However, we were both bushed by the end of the day and it was bed, and Alsancak Escort for me almost instant sleep. If there were any ghosts I didn’t see or hear them.

* * * * * * * *

The next day we took a slower pace as we put the final touches to the placing of small items like vases, crockery, cutlery and a tentative exploration of the overgrown garden.

There was some time for talk and I asked Janet why she’d bought the place.

I’d expected her to say because it was cheap, but her first answer was, “I don’t really know.”

She paused for few moments and then said, “When I saw it I just knew I had to have it. It was as if the cottage was saying to me ‘I’m what you need.’ I know it sounds weird, but that’s really how I felt.

It did sound weird, but I understood how she’d felt because the cottage was having an odd effect on me. It was as if I’d known about it all my life even though I’d never seen it until the previous day, and if what Janet had said sounded weird, what I felt was even weirder. The cottage seemed to be saying to me, “You are going to love me.”

Crazy!

“Did they tell you anything about the ghost?” I asked.

“Not the agent at first,” Janet replied. “It was when I went into the local post office to buy some stamps and mentioned I was considering buying the place the post mistress couldn’t wait to tell me. It seems that no one had ever actually seen anything, but they’d heard voices, a man and a woman talking.”

“What do the voices say?”

“I don’t know, no one seems to know, and when I asked the agent he denied the voices and the existence of ghosts. He said it was all rubbish and superstition and people probably heard some night animal moving about and making a noise or it was the wind in the chimney. But you know Adrian, I got the feeling he did know about the voices but wasn’t telling because he was keen to make a sale.”

She went on, “Of course I don’t believe in ghosts and so I went along with what he said. I supposed the previous owners must have been nervous types, superstitious with over active imaginations.”

“How many previous tenants have there been,” I asked, feeling doubtful that all of them could have been superstitious with over active imaginations

Janet said, “I looked up the local records and over the past one hundred and five years there’s been a constant stream of occupiers but with long periods when there were no tenants, but after the original owners there was a couple who occupied it for twenty five years.”

I felt that my doubts were confirmed, there must have been some among that “constant stream” who were not superstitious nut cases, but then, how did you account for such a big turnover in occupancy?

I couldn’t account for it, and so I didn’t pursue the matter any further, but that didn’t mean I didn’t think about it. I tried every rationalisation I could come up with, but none of it sounded convincing. I just hoped Janet hadn’t, like my father had said, bought another lemon — a ghostly lemon.

* * * * * * * *

By the third day we’d got everything just about right, although Janet was talking long term about repainting and reviving the garden. Since things seemed to be settled I could have gone home at that point, but I didn’t want to.

I’d never spent time like this with Janet, as it were, living together, and I found my attitude to her had started to change. True I’d had sexy thoughts about her in the past but it had started to become more than that. I know it sounds crazy but I started to feel I was in love with her, and it seemed that Janet had become more affectionate towards me.

There was something else as well. I didn’t want to leave the cottage. I didn’t know why, but I simply felt I belonged there; belonged there in a way I’d never felt at home and what was more, belonged there with Janet. I’d never felt that way about anything or anyone before.

It was on the third night of my stay it happened. Janet and I were sitting in the living room and she was talking about her future plans for the cottage when I heard something. It wasn’t loud and as best as I can describe it is sounded like, ooowaa…ooowaa…and then there was a muttering sound.

I looked at Janet to see if she’d heard it but she showed no sign of having done so except that she seemed to be alert as if listening. It was a case of the elephant in the room.

Both of us alert but not acknowledging we’d heard anything the sound came again, louder this time.

“Did…did you hear anything?” Janet asked uncertainly.

Not wanting to admit I might have heard a ghost I said, “Yes, probably the wind in the chimney.”

“There is no wind, it’s perfectly still,” Janet said.

“Well perhaps it’s…” I got no further because the sound came again but different this time and louder. It was more like “oh…oh…ohha…hah…hah…haaaa….” Then there was silence for a few moments followed by more muttering.

The sounds were not frightening and I had the distinct impression I’d heard them before. They sounded like a couple Ayrancılar Escort copulating.

There was no avoiding the issue now and I said, “The ghosts!”

“Yes,” Janet replied, looking at me intently. “It sounded as if they were…were…having sex.”

“Ghosts don’t have sex, do they?” I asked uncertainly.

“I don’t know,” Janet replied, “but it wasn’t frightening, it was rather beautiful.”

“Yes” I said, wishing it was Janet and I having sex. She looked particularly delicious at that moment and the ghostly sounds had given me an erection.

We sat in silence for several minutes listening for any more ghostly sounds but we heard none.

Janet suddenly stood up and started to come towards me but veered away at the last moment. I could se she was trembling and she said in a shaky voice, “I’m going to bed,” and left me.

I sat on for a while still listening for the ghosts, but there were no more sounds. It was odd, most people including myself usually associated ghostly sounds and apparitions with evil deeds done in the past, but our ghosts seemed nothing like that.

I wondered if as well as evil, love could haunt the place of loving.

* * * * * * * *

On the fourth day we didn’t talk about what we had heard but I think it was on both our minds. I wanted to stay on at the cottage and even more I wanted to stay on with Janet. Feeling I needed to justify staying on any longer and testing whether Janet wanted me to stay, I offered to start work on the garden; not that I knew much about gardening but I could at least pull out weeds.

I was surprised at how enthusiastic Janet was about my suggestion and she seemed to want to give me a hug, but didn’t quite manage it.

Together we surveyed the garden, and as Janet pointed out the places for flowers, shrubs, vegetables, and which fruit trees needed pruning I notice that she kept using the pronoun “we.” I put this down to her enthusiasm for her cottage garden and a slip of the tongue, but I felt gratified to be included in this way.

We were looking over the front garden when a voice said, “Hello.” We looked up, and standing at the garden gate was a wrinkled old lady looking at us closely with bright lively eyes.

“Hello,” Janet said.

There was a pause and then the old lady said, “I’m Emily Swan, I live at Wattle Cottage.” She pointed down the road and we could see a cottage some two hundred metres away. “I thought I’d come over and welcome you,” she said.

“That’s very nice of you,” Janet said, “I’m Abby and this is Adrian.

There was another pause as the old lady, Emily, continued to look at us searchingly, and then without preamble she asked, “Have you heard them yet?”

It was not possible to mistake what she meant and so I said, “Last night.”

“Ah, and were you frightened?”

“No,” Janet said, “Intrigued but not frightened, in fact it was rather beautiful.”

Emily looked at us shrewdly, her eyes brighter than ever, and said, “They’ve all been frightened, some of them only lasted a couple of weeks, but they weren’t the ones.” “The ones?” Janet asked, puzzled.

“I know the story because Anthea told me.”

“Anthea?”

“Yes, Anthea and Ernest, I knew all about them, they were…”

“Would you like to come inside and have a cup of tea?” Janet asked.

“That’s very hospitable of you,” Emily said, just like Anthea and Ernest.”

* * * * * * * *

Emily was ensconced in a comfortable armchair. Janet went to the kitchen to make the tea, leaving me with Emily.

She looked around the room and said, “You’ve settled in quite nicely.”

It was a neutral statement and so I rambled on about how we’d moved in and what was intended for the future. I surprised myself because I was talking as if I was part of that future.

Janet came in with the tea and we all settled down with me wondering what to say next.

Janet had no such problem and asked, “What’s this about Anthea and Ernest?”

“Ah,” Emily said her cup half way to her mouth, “I’ve never told anyone the full story. You see, as soon as they tell me they’re frightened by what they hear I know they’re not the ones so I never tell them.”

“Are you going to tell us?” I asked, expecting to hear some rambling old tale about ghosts told by a superstitious old lady.

Emily hesitated and the said, “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Yes,” Janet said eagerly, “Tell us about Anthea and Ernest.”

Emily drank some tea and said, “Well it was a long time ago. I was just a kid when the original owners sold the place to Anthea and Ernest. One day soon after they moved in I was curious about the new owners and I was looking over the gate just like I was today.”

She chuckled and said, “A child’s curiosity I suppose.”

“Anthea was weeding a plot and she saw me looking and started to talk to me. She was lovely and Ernest was so kind and good looking — a bit like you two,” she added.

Everybody thought they were married although he only looked about twenty or so, and she must Balçova Escort have been in her early thirties, but you’ve never seen a couple so much in love as those two. They were always touching each other and they could hardly bear to be apart even for a few hours.”

Emily sighed and went on, “Not like most couples who after they’ve been married for a while are only too glad to see the back of each other. No, they weren’t like that, Anthea and Ernest, if ever two people belonged together they did.”

“I got very close to Anthea as I grew up, and it was when Anthea knew that her life was drawing to a close she told me.”

Emily paused for dramatic effect and no doubt to keep Janet and me in suspension.

“Told you what?” I asked.

“Well I suppose it was a sort of confession,” Emily said, “she wanted someone to know how things really were. You see, when they came to cottage they were running away.”

“Running away?” Janet interposed.

“Yes,” Emily said, “It was a lot more isolated here in those days and they didn’t want to be found.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Ah, well, they weren’t really man and wife, and never could be.”

“Why not?” Janet asked.

“Because you see,” Emily said knowingly, “they were aunt and nephew who had fallen in love.”

Emily paused again looking at us shrewdly as Janet and I looked hastily at each other, our faces reddening.

“You two have come to fulfil her prophecy,” she said slowly.

“Prophecy?” Janet and I said simultaneously.

“Yes, Anthea said that when she died she wouldn’t leave Ernest, she’d haunt him until he joined her, and the together they’d haunt this place until one day people took it who loved as they had loved, and they have haven’t they, not until now?”

No one spoke for several moments until Emily went on, “You see they’d filled this place with their love and they wanted others to share it, and so those who hadn’t got their sort of love only experienced their haunting as something frightening, but you two have experienced it as something beautiful, and that’s just how Anthea said it would be.”

Janet asked the female question, “Did they have any children?”

“No that was the sad part of it. Anthea said she’d wanted to fill the cottage with children because that would be a sign of their love, but she never did get pregnant, although she did say it wasn’t for want of trying.”

Emily laughed lewdly and said, “I think those two were at it every opportunity they had; mind you, if I could have got Ernest into my bed I’d have made sure he never got out of it again.” She sighed heavily and added, “Ah, but he only had eyes for Anthea and her for him.”

She was eyeing us astutely as she said, “I suppose you two will be staying,” and then laughing again she looked at me and said, “I suppose I’m a bit too old for you, but then, why would you bother with an old lady like me when you’ve got someone like Janet?”

Why indeed would I bother with an old lady when I had Janet, but I didn’t have Janet?

Emily had finished her tale, she rose and thanked us for the tea, and we accompanied her to the garden gate where she said something about seeing us later and then added ambiguously, “They’ll be free now,” and shuffled off towards her cottage. Janet and I stood at the gate looking after Emily until she vanished from our sight as she entered her cottage.

“Do you believe her,” I said.

“Yes, I do,” Janet said firmly, “Haven’t you felt the atmosphere of love in the cottage?”

I had to admit I had felt it, and I was tempted to tell Janet that I loved her, but instead I said the opposite, “She was wrong about you and me, we’re not in love like Anthea and Ernest.”

“Aren’t we?” Janet said, and walked back to the cottage.

I was tempted to follow her to try and find out what she meant by her question, but instead I played the coward and got on with some weeding.

* * * * * * * *

For the rest of that day we both seemed to be wrapped in bubbles of our own thoughts, but the atmosphere of the cottage and even the garden seemed to close round us.

In the afternoon Janet joined me in the garden and she took over the weeding while I set about doing some of the pruning. She was wearing tight shorts again and every time she bent over I could see the shorts tighten over her buttocks and outline her pudendum. I wanted her, wanted her like I’d never wanted a woman before, but it wasn’t as it had been in the past when I had taken women in my lust, this was different.

I didn’t understand myself, I was confused; was this love — to want to have a woman in an act of love instead of raw lust? Was this the cottage atmosphere taking hold of me? I didn’t know, but I did sense that if I once made love with Janet it would be a bond for life. How did I know? I didn’t know how I knew, I just did.

Later, in the evening, Janet and I sat in the living room. We still barely exchanged a word, we were tense, waiting for those sounds again, and for my part wanting to hear them.

They came, more audible than ever this time, almost as if they were in the room with us. It began with soft sighs and moans with some words heard distinctly, “Oh my love…my darling…yes…now darling I’m ready…come…come in me…oh….oh…I love you…I love you…” Then a groan accompanied by a long drawn out orgasmic cry and then the soft sighs and murmured words of love.

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Author’s Note: This is the 3rd chapter of a multi-chapter sibling romance erotica novel. It is not blatant written porn. If you haven’t read the prior chapters, I highly encourage starting there as things will not make nearly as much sense without them. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story as much as I’m enjoying writing it for you. I have been so excited by all the encouraging comments; thank you every one and please keep them coming. All characters are over the age of 18.

I also want to give a very huge and truly heartfelt thanks to ArilynWriter. She is quite honestly the most brilliant and encouraging editor I’ve ever known and it is a real pleasure working so closely with her.

*****
CHAPTER 3

Just over three weeks had passed since Becky moved into my room and officially became the love of my life, and during that time our relationship grew ever closer. We had so much fun with the photo shoot of my three sisters; Lizzie had been quite nervous at first but with some coaxing from Becky, she had really come out of her shell and produced some amazing shots. If I hadn’t had Becky to quell my every sexual desire afterward, I would have been in deep trouble that day. Even Tessa had ended up catching us in the photo shoot act and demanded that she be included in on it as well before Charity took the dresses to sell at a friend’s consignment shop. My portfolio was now a masterpiece of beauty!

A few days later I had accompanied Becky to the court to file her paperwork for the divorce. With Charity’s advice she demanded the maximum alimony that was allowed by state law. It definitely wasn’t a done deal yet, but at least the process was underway.

I could now confidently say that I had everything a guy would ever consider to be heaven; a loving family to accompany me, a house full of beautiful women that kept my eyes busy and my hormones rampaging, and a gorgeous sister/girlfriend who worshipped me in the bedroom and out. Becky was truly an amazing lover in every aspect of the word, though we tried our best to make sure Tessa and Charity never knew there was any difference in our sibling relationship.

“Ooh,” I groaned being pulled from my dreams to a reality that was even better than my imagination could produce. I laid on my back, my beautiful nude sister crouched next to my body, her delectable derriere within a foot of my face while her exquisite feminine treasure box gleamed enticingly at me. Her dirty blonde head was bobbing up and down gracefully over my hardening manhood with expertise; there definitely was no better way to wake up, and it sure beat an alarm clock.

“God Becky, you’re so amazing,” I laid my hand on her back, rubbing slow loving circles along her spine while tipping my head back to my pillow in a sexual dreamland. She replied by putting more pressure on me with her lips, her tongue rapidly flicking at the tip of my rod. I couldn’t be sure just how long before I had woken up she had started on me, but my soldier was solidly awake by that point.

My hand slid sensually down her back, enjoying every inch of her smooth body before moving along the semi-spread valley of her gorgeous bottom and finally underneath to caress her wetted silky folds. “Nuh-uh,” she raised her head off me and giggled, swatting at my hand playfully behind her.

“There’s only one thing I want going in there right this minute,” she flipped around on the bed, her enthusiasm making us bounce quite a bit and slid one leg to my far side. With both hands between her legs, that small tuft of sensual dark blond hair between her fingers and her stunning vertical smile beaming at my eagerly awaiting shaft below, she spread herself apart. Her little love button poked out at me, teasing me in a game of hide and seek before disappearing as she lowered her body ever so slowly onto mine.

“Ooooh,” she cooed, the natural tightness of her small frame making my penetration a slow, sensually tantalizing process. Having just the crown firmly inside her, she let go and leaned forward to kiss me while her hips fell in to a relaxed rocking pattern that pushed me in a little deeper with each motion. “Oh my God,” she growled, her eyes aflutter and her lips shuddering as her back began to arch, pushing her beautiful coned breasts even closer to my face while I pressed against her g-spot. Her large pink nipples were as solid as I was and begged for my labial attention.

Leaning forward on the bed pushed me completely to her depths just as my lips engulfed her swollen nipple. “Oh my… Jerry!” her pitch shot to the roof as she squeaked, immediately bringing her hand up to her mouth and biting on her knuckle to stay quiet while her entire body shuddered and trembled over mine, her tight womanly muscles gripping the length of my invader within. I felt her juices slowly running down to the base of my groin.

“I have no idea how you do that so quickly,” she panted with a wide smile as her body calmed, accommodating Alaçatı Escort to our carnal connection. She leaned forward to kiss me while I started a rhythmic sliding in and out of her now well-lubricated treasure trove. “Every single time,” she giggled, the vibrations rolling through my body from our extreme closeness. “I know what you’re going to do and yet still you make me…” she gasped suddenly, arching her back once more in ecstasy as her eyes closed; a short squeal louder than she meant escaping from her lips. I had changed the motions on her, driving myself deep and grinding against her groin.

“Oh damn,” she blew heavily catching her breath. “I sure didn’t expect that one,” she tossed herself forward, locking her lips to mine and kissed me with a passion like she would die if I didn’t receive every ounce of her explosive love immediately. I was quite pleased with myself, having learned well over the past few weeks how to give her multiples of varying strengths before I ran out of stamina myself. She was definitely multi-orgasmic and I loved watching her in that radiant bliss.

We passionately made out on the bed for a few minutes, letting our cadenced copulation turn slow and sensual. It was a good resting period for me to back away from the edge and yet I had learned that it was a technique that worked quite well with her too; a slow gentle internal massage that passed repeatedly over her magical place within. I had previously seen it result in the strongest reactions I had witnessed yet.

“I love you princess,” I whispered lustfully in her ear, nibbling on the lobe as I could hear her breathing gradually speeding up once more. I moved down to her neck, gentle kisses offset by the softest nibbles while she tilted her head giving me unbarred access to express my absolute desires for her. “Your mine,” I added with a deeper growl. “Your tight pussy is mine, your sexy ass and amazing tits are mine. You are all mine princess; I’m never letting you get away from me now.”

“Yes… teddy bear,” she huffed lustfully, “I’m all yours… I love you so much.” She lifted herself off my chest and leaned back, the penetrations going deeper. Her hands were on my stomach for support as she rocked her hips over mine.

“If I could have you inside me…” her eyes were glazed as she stared straight into mine, focusing on me as her body jerked involuntarily every few seconds, “every minute… every hour… of the day,” her eyes closed as her mouth dropped open. The heat building between us was intense and I felt myself stiffening even harder, nearing the point of no return as well. “…would be… heav… hea… he… he… he,” the word turned to a quickening heavy breathing as her eyes clinched shut and her head tilted way back.

I grabbed both of her breasts in my palms, pushing myself as far inside as possible, grinding hard against her to maximize the strength of her orgasm as she exploded on top of me. Immediately she put her hands over mine, her body shaking and jerking stronger than ever before. The grunting squeals of her orgasmic song that she was holding back broke free and wavered in pitch with each gripping contraction of her body upon my shaft. Her prolonged rhythmic begging within made me lose all control as well, every cell of my body bursting on fire and building in pressure until electricity jolted through me, sending every ounce of my love and lust for her up into her tight pleading womb.

“Oh yes… yes, yes!” she whimpered feeling the power of my manly pistol against her insides, triggering an immediate re-detonation of her body. Her face was in painful bliss, while her passion completely took control; her fingers digging into my hands as her vaginal muscles gripped onto me for dear life, rapidly massaging along my entire length to ensure that every bit of my seed was taken within her, while her sweet nectar flooded my groin in her bodily warmth.

She collapsed against me while I was still buried inside and I put my arms around her, holding her close. All of the sudden I heard a soft female crying or whimpering sound from behind the locked door and my attention turned immediately to it. “Did you just hear that?” I asked Becky still trying to catch my breath. The spook of the sound had caused me to lose my erection much faster than normal as I slipped from the lips of her happy heaven.

“Mmm,” she groaned, nuzzling my neck. “All I can hear is the millions of fireworks going off in my head right now.” I was still looking at the door and she must have sensed that I was quite serious about it though, raising her head. “You think maybe someone heard us?” I looked back at her as she bit her lip with a blush. “I swear,” she pleaded. “I was trying to stay quiet. I really was; you don’t make it very easy though.”

“Let me go check,” I guided her lovingly off my body and stood up. “Maybe it was nothing really.” Opening the door to Alaybey Escort a small crack, I peeked through while hiding my love-soaked nakedness from anyone who might have seen, but there was no one out there. It was still the wee hours of the morning and everyone appeared to be sleeping.

Finally satisfied that it had indeed been all in my head, I figured it was a subconscious guilt and worry that we might one day be caught by the sisters that Lizzie had warned us sternly to hide our loving bond from. The gorgeous blonde in my bed had her loving arms outstretched toward me and I couldn’t resist further, running back to her. “Just hearing things I guess,” I chuckled and Becky took her rightful place against my body, her leg swung over mine with her arms around my neck.

“Pleasure guilt huh?” she giggled, brushing a few strands of hair from my eyes. She then leaned forward and kissed me softly before laying her head back down. Being so early in the morning and having enjoyed such an amazing sexual release, my eyes had difficulty staying awake. I thought Becky had fallen asleep as well so I was letting myself drift off peacefully.

“Am I still pretty enough for you?” Becky asked out of the clear blue which shocked the hell out of me. Could she possibly be serious? I loved her like crazy and worshipped her and her body; that wasn’t enough to prove I thought she was the most gorgeous girl on the planet? “I mean… now that you’ve seen everything, I’m worried that maybe the magic and mystery might be gone for you.”

“Becky…” I tilted her head up, my finger upon her chin. “Princess. You are everything to me; the most gorgeous woman I know.” She giggled and pecked my lips, putting her head back down on my chest. I thought the issue was done at that point but there was something definitely bugging her.

“But you still think Lizzie’s pretty too, right?” It was neither a real question nor an accusation, coming out more like a blanket statement intended to be hard fact. When I didn’t reply right away from the shock of it, she turned her head back at me. “I already know that you had a crush on her in high school. I just figured that you were probably still attracted to her in some way, right?”

My head was spinning from confusion. What was I supposed to say exactly? Would Becky get jealous of her sister now if I admitted there was still an attraction, even if I fully explained that my princess was definitely the center of my world? Would it be better to lie about it for the sake of her feelings? My mind went back to the days of my solitude when I would read dating advice blogs in search of answers to the crazy world of relationships that I just didn’t comprehend. They had always said that a loving relationship needed to be based on truth so I knew I couldn’t lie.

“Well, since you’re so worried about it,” I chuckled and kissed the top of her head in reassurance. “Yes, I think Lizzie is a beautiful woman… but she’s definitely not you.” I rubbed my cheek along her hair. “You’re everything to me and I am so in love with you, Becky.”

She giggled and nuzzled me once more, pulling my hand up around her body to cup her bare breast. “I know; I’m sorry. I just…” she sighed, pausing for several moments. I didn’t say a word knowing she had something she definitely needed to get off her chest. “You know… I was with someone for twelve years when I wanted more than anything to be with you every day of that life,” I could hear tears forming from her words. She looked back up at me, her eyes glistening in the low light of the room.

“I’m just scared now that I finally have you that…” I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, trying to be as reassuring as I knew how. “I just don’t want you to end up the same way… wishing you had chosen Lizzie instead of me.”

“I love you, Becky. I’ve been in love with you for fourteen years,” I smiled putting as much sincerity into my voice as I could possibly muster. I wanted her more than anything to know just how deep my feelings were for her. “Nothing is about to change that.”

She sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek. “I know… but… you’ve been attracted to Lizzie that whole time too… and now the mystery is gone with me.” She put her head down on my chest. I could feel tears dripping onto my skin. “You know everything about me now,” she whispered wrapping her arms around my neck like I was going to float away from her. “She’s still a mystery for you though. I’m just afraid…”

“You’re afraid I’m going to leave you for Lizzie?” I asked, completely unable to fathom the female mind. I felt her head nod on my chest, and I laid my hand on her head, softly stroking her hair. “Never,” I stated point blank. “I’ll admit that she’s beautiful and a wonderful woman… she would make some guy very happy if she’d ever give herself the chance…” I wrapped both arms around Becky and pulled her close Aliağa Escort to me. “But the woman I love more than life itself is right here in my arms and no one is ever going to change that.”

Becky sobbed and held me tightly. “Thank you Jerry,” she wiped the tears away once more. “I love you more than life itself too; I always have.”

*****
“Good morning, Lizzie,” I greeted as I entered the dining room like I had every morning for the past several months. Sitting at the table, I awaited my morning hug and coffee knowing all too well not to get in her way in the kitchen. That was her world and no one was to bother it.

Quite surprised though, I heard a voice from the kitchen that was definitely not Lizzie’s. “Good morning to you too, Jerry,” Charity beamed at me still in her long-sleeved pink Hello Kitty pajamas. My complete shock must have been painted on my face. “When I got up,” she shrugged looking almost as bewildered as I was, “Lizzie still hadn’t come out of her room yet, so I decided to help her out and make breakfast for everyone.”

I smiled at her like a true brother with no other thoughts behind it, though I had to admit that her succulent ass did look delightful in the way her pajamas fell over her curves. Hello Kitty appeared to wave at me from her cheeks with every step that she took. “You really are the best, Charity,” I received my coffee and a French toast together with a heartfelt hug though her small chest didn’t press against mine like Lizzie’s usually did. I didn’t mind though; I was more than sexually satisfied at that moment.

“You think she’s sick or something?” I asked her while my mind quickly returned to the noise I had heard in the night shortly after Becky and I had physically expressed our mutual love. Had she heard us? Was she pissed at us for being too loud? Had she changed her mind about being okay with us?

Charity stood pensively looking back at me. “Not sure really. It’s definitely not like her at all.” My younger sister took a seat at the table across from me, twisting her lips back and forth that wiggled her nose as she thought. “Then again,” she sighed, “she’s been acting really weird all week.”

I jolted back in my chair from the shock. Could I have really been so wrapped up in Becky that I had failed to notice oddities around the house? Then again, perhaps Charity was just too naïve to understand things as well as Lizzie or myself. “What do you mean by weird exactly?”

“You know…” Charity cocked her head at me like I couldn’t be serious, “well actually… maybe you don’t. If you and Becky would ever come out of that bedroom once in a while then you might have noticed that Lizzie’s been… quite depressed lately.” Her words were like a sledge hammer on my heart as my heaven came crashing down around me.

I couldn’t believe I had been so blinded as to not notice my oldest sister in emotional pain? It had to be the money… and I hadn’t exactly done much as of late to help though Charity had saved us all for a few weeks by selling more than a few of her dresses after the photo shoot; enough for the divorce filing and to complete the monthly budget. My mind returned to that beautiful day, remembering how gorgeous the three of them were in their gowns. Lizzie in particular had been radiant, though Becky was a very close second. Charity had fun with it, but would never truly let herself get into the moment.

Becky came around the corner freshly dressed from the shower, her towel still wrapped around her hair as was customary. “Morning everyone,” she beamed at me in particular. “Where’s Lizzie?”

I looked toward Becky with a real sign of concern, trying to convey my worries about the sound I had heard during the night. She gazed back at me though I was unsure whether she really picked up on my thoughts. “She hasn’t come out of her room yet,” Charity explained completely oblivious to the fact.

Within moments Charity was serving French toast to Becky as well. “I’m going to wake up Tessa before she’s late for school,” she laughed and shrugged. “Wow, being Lizzie sure isn’t easy in the mornings.” She blew her bangs out of her eyes exasperated while we both chuckled along with her.

While she was gone, I looked at Becky quite concerned. “Do you think Lizzie made that noise I heard last night?” I whispered. “I think she might have heard us. That’s why she’s mad and not coming out of her room.”

Becky pondered my words for a moment before shaking her head and shrugging. “I don’t think so. She already knows about us, so there wouldn’t be any big deal if she had heard. She’s okay with us, remember?” I wasn’t quite as convinced though. After all, I had lived with her the longest now and had never once seen her not be the first one out of bed in the morning, even when she was feeling under the weather.

I ate my cold French toast in silence, contemplating what could be going through Lizzie’s mind at that moment while Becky watched me sadly from the side. “You are really concerned about her, aren’t you,” she looked down at the plate in front of her and sighed heavily. The way she said it made me remember her worries from earlier that morning, so I put my hand over hers under the table, interlocking our fingers.

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This is the twenty-first episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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New Year’s Day fell on a Saturday in ’83 and so the bank holiday had been carried over to the Monday. Although I still had a week before spring term started at Uni. Lesley, along with everyone else in the UK, needed to be back at work on the Tuesday. So we spent Monday morning in bed and the rest of the day catching up with Daniel and Kate.

Daniel had booked a restaurant in Chelsea and the four of us had a leisurely if somewhat boozy lunch. It was really nice to spend time with Daniel and Kate again. We’d hardly seen them in December and I could tell that Lesley was desperate to reconnect. She was particularly attentive to Daniel and at times you could have mistaken them for a couple. Kate and I knew the score and let the two of them get re-acquainted.

When we got back to the house Lesley took reconnecting to the next level and, treating the house as if it were hers, she led us all to the room that Kate and Daniel used as a playroom. First, she made out with Kate and the two of them put on a show for the boys. Lesley made sure however that it was her head between Kate’s thighs and not the other way round. She stuck her bottom out teasingly, as if she was offering herself to us as she pleasured Kate and when she’d made sure that Kate had orgasmed then she lay back, opened her legs like a cheap whore, and invited Daniel to fuck her.

“Let’s leave these two to it,” said Kate quietly, taking my hand and leading me out of the playroom and into their own bedroom.

I took my clothes off and climbed onto the bed with Kate. We kissed passionately for a while then Kate did the exact the same thing as Lesley had done, lying back and opening her legs for me. Kate’s model looks clashed with the slutiness of her pose. If only I’d had my camera handy.

“I need to be fucked as hard as you can, Steven,” Kate said, making quite clear what was required.

So I fucked her as hard as I could, first on top and then from behind. I was worried I was going to hurt her but she urged me not to let up the whole time. I fucked her relentlessly and after a while her body went limp like a rag doll, but she wouldn’t let me stop, telling me that she really needed this.

When I eventually came we were both exhausted and covered in my sweat, but the moment I pulled out of her she started to finger herself, frigging her clit to another orgasm, before finally lying back on the bed exhausted.

“Promise me you’ll always be around to do that for me,” she whispered, then kissed my neck.

It seemed an odd thing to say. I guess, being married to Daniel, she missed the athleticism of a man her own age. Whatever the reason, I was happy to oblige her.

“I promise,” I said.

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On the Tuesday morning I caught a plane to Munich. It was traditional to take your customer out for a meal at Christmas and buy them a bottle of something expensive and as Durolitum’s account director for the Munich bank, the responsibility fell to me. Unfortunately that hadn’t been possible in the run up to Christmas and this was the closest I could manage.

My peer in the Munich bank was of course Katja. Katja both worked for Markus, the CEO of the bank, and was also his mistress. She’d also recently started dating Thomas, who was an Olympic show jumper, sponsored by Markus’ bank. Thomas happened to be Markus’ wife’s lover, so it was all quite convenient really (episode 15).

The other reason for my visit was to see Heike, Markus’ wife. The last time I’d seen her was a month ago after she and her friend Aldo had been drugged at the Winter Solstice Swingers’ weekend in Titisee (episode 18). Lesley and I had rescued them from an uncertain fate and driven them back to Munich in the small hours of the morning. I wasn’t going to forget that weekend in a hurry.

When I’d called Markus to see if it would be ok to visit them he told me that they’d love to see me but warned me that what had happened at the swingers’ weekend had affected Heike and knocked her confidence. I liked Heike, she was an attractive fun loving person, but a genuine one too.

I picked up a hire car at the airport and drove south to Markus and Heike’s stud farm in southern Bavaria. It was late afternoon when I arrived and Maria, the housekeeper, greeted me when I knocked at the door.

“Mr. Carter. It’s wonderful to see you again. You look much better than last time.”

“Thank you Maria,” I replied. “I feel a lot better than last time too. How are you? Did you enjoy Christmas?”

“It’s been a quiet Christmas here,” Maria replied.

“How is Heike?” I asked.

Maria didn’t get the chance to reply because at that moment Heike walked into the hallway. She took one look at me then gave me a big hug and buried her head in my chest. I could sense she was crying so I held her and let her sob. Maria discreetly left us Bayındır Escort with a comment about making some tea and after she’d cried for a bit longer I led Heike into the sitting room.

“I’m sorry,” said Heike when we’d sat down on a sofa in front of the fire. “I’m just really glad to see you. How is Lesley?”

“Lesley is fine,” I said and told her about Christmas and our trip to France.

“I spoilt Christmas for everybody here,” Heike said then she sobbed into my shoulder again. “Markus had to cancel all our plans.”

Heike stopped to sniffle.

“And of course this has fucked up our own sex life. Markus has been very understanding but I know he hasn’t seen Katja since it happened so I’ve messed things up for her too.”

“It’s not your fault. What’s the problem?” I asked.

Heike adjusted herself on the sofa so that she could curl up on me.

“I just feel really vulnerable,” she said.

“I can understand that,” I told her. “After I was stabbed I felt something similar. I felt like I couldn’t protect the people I cared for.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I think the first thing I did was decide if I wanted to carry on swinging to be honest.”

“Which you did?”

“Yes, I enjoyed it. Lesley enjoyed it. We didn’t want to give it up.”

“So what did you do then?”

“I tried to manage the risks I guess. I divided the world into the people I care about, and everyone else. There aren’t many people I care about but those that I do, I feel responsible for. They’re my pack, if you like. If you’re in the pack then I’m going to do my best to look out for you. Whether you like it or not, I can’t help it.”

“And everyone else?”

“Everyone else is a potential threat. There are plenty of good people out there, but until I know I can trust them, they need managing.”

“What should I do, Steven?”

“Your situation is a bit different, but if I were you, then the first thing I’d do is decide whether you want to carry on swinging.”

“I do.”

“Ok. Then you need to figure out who you trust to look out for you and who you’re safe with. They’re your pack. You’re an attractive, wealthy, woman, Heike. You need the pack’s protection. It doesn’t mean you can’t have fun outside the pack but you need the pack looking out for you.”

“Just like you and Lesley did for me in Titisee. And that’s why Markus wouldn’t let me go alone with Aldo.”

“I just wish we’d realised sooner that you and Aldo were missing.”

“I made Stefan tell me exactly what happened, Steven. You couldn’t have noticed we were gone any sooner unless you’d been standing next to us.”

“Perhaps we should have been.”

At that point Maria came in with a tray of tea and some cake. Heike was still curled up on the sofa with her head in my lap and she made no attempt to get up.

“You and Karl are in my pack Maria, aren’t you?” Heike asked, sounding like a child who needed reassurance.”

Maria bent down and gently kissed Heike on the temple.

“Of course we are Heike,” she replied. After years of working on luxury yachts for men who thought they were entitled to take whatever they wanted, Maria understood the importance of the pack more than most.

About an hour or so later Markus arrived home. Heike was still curled up on me when he walked into the living room.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I come back from work to find my wife in the arms of another man.”

Heike got up and gave him a big hug and a kiss then told him she loved him. It took him by surprise. When she let him go we shook hands.

“It’s good to see you Steven,” he said clasping my hand. “How is Lesley?”

“She’s very well. She wishes she could have come too but unfortunately she has to work.”

“I understand. And Daniel and Kate?”

“They’ve been in South Africa. They had a great time.”

“Good. And how are you?”

“I’m fine. Lesley and I spent Christmas in Provence, visiting friends. Next week I’m back at university so this is my last week of freedom before the real work starts for my exams.”

“What are you doing here then? You should be with Lesley.”

“I wanted to check in with you and Heike and I didn’t want to ignore Katja either.”

“Ah!” said Markus.

“Is there anything I should know?”

“We’ll tell you over dinner,” Heike interjected. “Which is at eight by the way. Karl’s cooking something nice. You both probably want to freshen up first so we’d better get a move on.”

“Before you go up Steven, can I have a word?” asked Markus.

“Of course.”

“I’ll leave you boys to it then,” said Heike, giving us both a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for coming,” Markus began after Heike had gone. “Heike already looks happier. It’s not been an easy time over Christmas.”

“So I heard,” I told him. “She told me she feels vulnerable. I guess that’s natural after what she’s been through.”

“Heike made Stefan come here and tell her exactly what happened. Stefan feels guilty because it happened Bayraklı Escort ‘On his watch’, not just with Heike and Aldo but with the other couple they drugged too. I don’t know if it helped, but for better or worse she knows everything.”

“It’s probably for the best.”

“Stefan left this for you,” Markus said, opening a drawer and handing me a sealed envelope. “It’s a letter of introduction. Give it to the man at the address on the front and he can help you be better prepared in the future. If you want to be, of course”

I looked at the envelope, it was addressed to Stan Smith at a company called SSE Staff Services in Croydon.

“Please thank Stefan for me. I’ll probably wait until my exams are over ‘though.”

“There’s no rush, I’ll let him know. Oh and just so you know. I’ve ended the Bank’s sponsorship of Thomas.”

“Oh right.”

“He was becoming a real prima donna. A couple of days after what happened to Heike he came in here rattling on about what he wanted and demanding to see Heike about the stables. To be fair to him, he didn’t really know what had happened to Heike and on any other day I’d have dealt with him rationally, but I had so much anger in me that I’m ashamed to say I snapped and hit him. Thomas defended himself, I’ll give him that, but fortunately neither of us can fight to save our lives. Maria called her husband Karl, who was in the kitchen and, well, you’ve seen the size of Karl. He just picked us both up and held us at arms’ length. It was quite comical really.”

“Perhaps you should go on Stefan’s course,” I joked.

“I don’t think so,” Markus laughed. “Anyway to cut a long story short. Thomas has been fired. He’s banned from the house and Heike wants nothing to do with him. His horses are still in the stables until he makes other arrangements, which is only fair and I’m going to have to pay him some sort of settlement. I think that he and Katja have split up, I’m not sure.”

“Heike said you haven’t seen Katja in a while.”

“No, but I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to comprehensively fuck up Katja’s life for now, certainly her Christmas. So she probably hates my guts anyway.”

“Let me talk to her tomorrow, see how the land lies.”

“I’d appreciate that. Don’t let me stop anything that happens between the two of you ‘though. I wouldn’t want to fuck that up for her too. I know she likes you and she deserves some fun.”

Maria showed me to my room and I took a shower then changed. I wasn’t sure what to wear but settled on a shirt and smart trousers, but no tie. I reflected on the fact that a year ago I only had two pairs of jeans and a pair of old smart trousers to my name. Now I had clothes for every occasion.

At eight o’clock I went downstairs and found Markus in the drawing room.

“Heike won’t be long, she’s just trying to find something to wear,” he laughed. “Whiskey, isn’t it?”

“Yes, please.”

Markus poured me a glass then himself one, then he made a gin and tonic for Heike.

“Cheers,” he said. “Do you want to phone Lesley by the way?”

“Thanks, I would.”

“There’s a phone on the table, I’ll give you some privacy.”

“There’s no need. I’m sure Lesley would like to say ‘hi’.”

I dialled Daniel’s house number. I knew there was no point in phoning the apartment. The call took an age to connect but when it did Daniel answered.

“Hi Daniel, it’s Steven.”

“Hi Steven,” Daniel replied. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, fine.”

“Are you looking for Lesley? She’s just in the lounge. I’ll get her.”

“Before you do. I’m with Markus.”

“Oh put him on.”

I offered the phone to Markus and he took it. Daniel and he exchanged New Year’s greetings then Daniel must have passed the phone to Lesley because the exchange was repeated before Markus handed the phone back to me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” Lesley replied. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I just called to say that I got here.”

“That’s good. You know I love you, Mr. Carter.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Carter.”

Just then Heike walked into the room. She looked stunning in a thin pale blue dress that clung to her figure everywhere.

“Is that Lesley?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said handing her the phone.

“Is that you?” she asked down the phone. “I miss you so much,” she added after Lesley had replied.

Heike and Lesley talked for about five minutes and Markus and I sat by the fire to give Heike some space. When they’d finished Heike put the phone down and joined us.

“Would you mind if I visited Lesley for a few days next week?” she asked her husband. Then she added, “and Steven of course.”

“Of course not,” said Markus.

“Thank you.”

“You look stunning by the way,” he added. “I don’t think I’ve seen this dress before.”

“It’s new,” she said. “I wanted to wear something special for you both.”

With that Heike led us by the hand into the dining room.

Karl had cooked another amazing meal and he and Maria served it to us. Heike Bornova Escort was effervescent and wanted to hear all about our time in Provence. She was very interested in hearing about Donald and Mickey, Carole and Fabien’s two Rhodesian Ridgebacks. I told her about how they were the softest things ever but how they were also fiercely loyal.

“Isn’t Carole, Daniel’s ex -wife?” Markus asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Isn’t that a bit difficult, with Daniel and Kate and all?”

“Not really, Daniel gave Carole away at her wedding last year and they were all at our wedding. In fact they even bought us a joint wedding present.”

“I see,” said Markus. “I’d heard that Carole could be a bit formidable,” he added.

“You’re not the first person to say it, but she’s always been very good to me and to Lesley. I owe her a lot. She looked after me when I was in hospital in France.”

“Carole’s part of your pack isn’t she?” Heike said smiling conspiratorially.

“She is,” I confirmed.

Markus looked confused.

“I’ll explain it to you later,” Heike told him. “Because I also need to talk to you about who’s in my pack.”

“How is Aldo?” I asked, changing the subject.

“I was wondering when you would ask,” said Heike. “He is fine. After you left on the Monday, Anna Maria arrived here to take him back to Milan. She was distraught and Markus had to explain to her what had happened.”

“I told her most of what had happened,” Markus said. “But Anna Maria is from a wealthy Italian family and the next day somebody contacted Stefan to confirm that the situation had been ‘dealt with’ properly. Stefan managed to convince them that it had been.”

“Anyway,” said Heike. “It turns out that Anna Maria has feelings for Aldo.”

“Oh.” I said laughing. “How does Aldo feel about that?”

“I’m not sure he knows himself,” Heike giggled.

“It’s hard not to like Aldo,” I said. “You know, he told me that one day he hoped to settle down with a girl like you or Lesley.”

“That’s sweet, but it’s hard to think of Aldo settling down,” she said. Then she added “It’s just meaningless sex,” quoting what Aldo had told Sally and Mark one day at breakfast.

“When he said that, you snorted so loudly that everyone on the surrounding tables turned round to look.”

“I know,” Heike laughed. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Anna Maria wanted to write and thank you both by the way,” Markus said. “I wasn’t sure if I should give her your address.”

“That would be fine. I’m sure Lesley would love to hear how Aldo is doing.”

“How are Sally and Mark?” Heike asked. “Have you spoken to them?”

“I haven’t but Lesley has and we’re going to see them on Saturday.”

“Lucky Lesley,” Heike sniggered. “Please say hi for me.”

“I will.”

At the end of the meal Maria came into the dining room and served coffee.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asked before leaving.

“That was a lovely meal Maria, will you thank Karl for us. There’s no need to clear things away this evening.”

“In that case, we’ll leave you to it. It’s good to hear you laughing again, Heike. Goodnight all.”

The fire in the drawing room was still burning and Markus put a couple more logs on it while Heike poured some drinks for the three of us. She held two glasses of whiskey out for Markus and I but as we reached to take them she put them back on the table.

“I want a kiss from you both first,” she said.

Markus took Heike in his arms and the two of them kissed. As they did, Heike reached out to me and drew me closer. I kissed the back of her neck while I ran a hand over her arse and Heike sighed into Markus’ mouth. The pair kissed passionately and Markus quickly lifted Heike’s dress up over her hips. I found its zipper at the rear and between us we lifted the dress over her head.

Heike turned her attention to me and we kissed as Markus loosened his belt and took off his trousers. His cock sprang to attention and he took her hand and placed it in on him. Heike wanked him eagerly and it dawned on me that neither of them had probably had sex in a month. They were both almost certainly desperate for it.

Markus pushed his hand into Heike’s panties and began massaging her pussy while she stroked his cock, which left me free to undo her bra and play with her breasts. We took turns kissing her and you could feel Heike’s body quivering with excitement.

Removing my own trousers, I sat down in one of the leather sofas and Markus positioned Heike on her knees in front of me. Heike took my cock into her mouth and I reached round to cup her breasts in my hands, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. Markus knelt behind her and pulled her panties down just enough to access her pussy. There was little in the way of foreplay as he sank his cock into her and they began to fuck.

Markus closed his eyes and savoured the sensation of fucking his wife. He’d started quite forcefully but soon he was ramming his cock into her even harder. Heike grabbed my buttocks for support and made appreciative whimpering noises as he pounded her. She kept my cock in her mouth but she had to open it to breath now and I felt her excess saliva running over my balls and down onto the expensive leather of the sofa. Every so often she’d gag a little as Markus’ pounding forced my cock a little too far down her throat.

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It’s hot. Far too hot.

We lay in bed, with the windows wide open. The air is still, no breeze to take the edge off, no fan as the noise would keep us awake. I lay naked on the mattress; I always sleep nude, but tonight the duvet lies rejected on the floor. And sleep seems unlikely.

I look at you, laying on your side, facing away, snoring gently. Tonight, even you have discarded your normal comfortable cotton nightie, and are sleeping solely in your lacy French knickers. I struggle to take my eyes off you, and watch sweat beading on your back and running down to soak into our fine cotton sheet. My eyes travel the hills and valleys of your figure; your attractive hourglass shape in profile, hips and shoulders almost twice as broad as your slim waist.

I recall earlier, spooning in behind you; my desire hard and throbbing, pressed into your soft derriere; my hand reaching around to hold your generous breast. You saying those words I dread to hear: not tonight darling, it’s too hot. I moved away before my twitching cock could annoy you; the temperature is too oppressive, tempers too thin, to risk an argument. Instead I lay awake, torturing myself with the sight and scent of you.

The sun has set; in an hour it will be fully dark, perhaps that will stir a breeze and take the edge off, so I can sleep. The air is thick, and it seems there is a heat haze even across our small bedroom. I throw my arm over my eyes, trying to cut out the dying of the light.

I feel Buca Escort you moving, fidgeting in the heat. I try to ignore you as best I can, keep my mind still. But it reminds me you are there, of what we could be doing. I am achingly hard, but dare not touch myself lest the movement of the bed wake you and you catch me pleasuring myself. I lay, hot, frustrated.

I feel your breath against my skin; the tickling irritates me. I try to ignore it, but it persists. I open my eyes, turn to look at you, in my anger ready to say something short. But you aren’t just breathing on me in your sleep. You are blowing on my nipple, staring at my hardness, eyes twinkling.

“Can’t sleep?” you say. I shake my head. “I’m not surprised,” and you reach down and wrap your slender fingers around my manhood. “Let me help you with that.”

I watch your magnificent breasts swing as you manoeuvre your head down towards my lap and take me into your wet mouth. Your tongue laps at my tip, tasting me, as your lips wrap tightly around me. I exhale, swearing, and I feel your lips twitch into a smile. This is a rare treat for me; it’s neither my birthday, nor Christmas, nor our anniversary. Why tonight? But I dare say nothing; don’t question it, just enjoy.

Your mouth, your hands, drive me wild. I watch you bob up and down, taking my length into your mouth, pressing me into your throat. Your full breasts squash against my abs and thigh. My hand reaches for your Çeşme Escort waist, glides over your hip, caresses the soft flesh of your arse. I study the lace, as it curves across your cheeks and disappears into the glory between your legs. I want to follow it with my fingers, my tongue. But I dare not move lest you stop what you are doing with your mouth.

I feel myself getting close. I know you won’t let me finish in your mouth; one of your red lines. You can taste how close I am, and you pull away, lie on your back. Beckon me over. I stroke the silk covering your pussy, knowing just the pressure and place to touch you, having brought you this way many times. But tonight, it’s not enough for you. “Make it quick,” you say. Neither of us wants to move too much. I sit up, pull the knickers down your long shapely legs, toss them aside. You spread for me and I slide my fingers inside, feeling how ready you are. I curl, and stroke, and tease, loving the expressions that cross your face as I touch you there… And there… And like that. Frictionless, feeling the silkiness of you.

You can’t help but cry out as my fingers work inside you, teasing over your g-spot, as your own fingers work your clit. I cannot stop myself any longer; my mouth dives onto your large breasts, rippling from the motions of our hands inside you. Your nipples are salty from the sweat; I lick and suck across you, burying my face between them, tasting your breastbone and feeling Çiğli Escort your heart pound. You moan loader as I ravish your breasts, three fingers deep inside you, stretching you.

You are getting extremely vocal now; the windows are wide open. I wonder if I care if anyone hears us. I feel proud… But equally, know you will feel ashamed once we are done. “Shut me up then,” you say. I press my hand over your mouth, and you lick my palm, shaking your head. “Not with that,” you say, winking.

I kneel by the pillow, fingers still buried inside you, thrusting in and out at that fast insistent rhythm you love. I bring my cock back to your mouth; you turn your head to face me and swallow it gratefully. If anything, your moaning gets louder; I can feel you choking your screams with my meat.

The bed is a lake around your groin, you are so wet, slick across your thighs, which are trembling in pleasure. I stop holding back, pound my hand into you, and am rewarded as you spray my arm, squirting so hard it wets your feet and the floor past the end of the bed, jet after jet of pleasure. You force my cock deep into your throat, and I feel you convulsing at both ends, which drives me to the edge.

Quickly I whip myself back out of your mouth – there are limits to what you’d allow, even in this state of horniness – and unload across your fabulous breasts. I lay rope after rope of thick sticky cum over your flesh as my hand continues to stroke you down from your own orgasm.

Eventually, I am spent, and I collapse to the bed, admiring my handiwork. The sheet is ruined; drenched from our sweat and your juices.

“Cold shower?” you suggest, gesturing to the mess I’ve made of your cleavage. But I am content, consciousness fading, already falling asleep.

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It was 5:15 on a Thursday. I had just left the office and was driving across town to my book club meeting at 6:00.

“Son of a bitch!” I exclaimed to one in particular as I realized I what I forgot: Leah’s shoes. She had let me borrow a pair of gold strappy sandals for a wedding I had attended a month ago. I had forgotten to bring them back to her for the last three weeks of our book club meetings. I decided there was no way I could flake on returning them again, so I exited the highway and headed toward my house. I figured I would still be able to arrive at the event more or less on time.

I pulled into the driveway next to my son Jake’s car. He is nineteen and a sophomore in college, currently home for summer break. My mind was on autopilot: “Okay Elena, you need to make a beeline for the shoes which are on the floor beside your dresser, and hightail it out of there to get to book club by 6:00.”

Being so ‘in the zone,’ it took me a moment to register the strange sounds I heard upon walking through the back kitchen door. Loud wailing and rhythmic grunting seemed to fill the entire first floor, but my brain did not connect the dots until my vision registered the source of the noise.

Displayed on my 60″ wall-mounted TV was a pornographic scene in which a muscular young stud was railing an older woman. He had her bent over at the waist, holding onto her backward-stretched arms at the wrists. He was ramming his absurdly large dick up her twat from behind, his balls loudly slapping off her puffy slit.

“Ohhhhh yessss! Fuck me, son! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!” The MILF screamed as she looked back at her fucker.

Still in abject shock, my head turned to see Jake on the loveseat. He was naked. He had turned to look at me. He had a pair of blue panties with orange polka-dots wrapped around his cock. I happened to know that those panties were made of silk. We stared at each other, frozen in open-jawed surprise, for what felt like five minutes but was probably more like five seconds.

“Oh my god, Mom,” Jake cried, “I thought you—”

“Shit!” I interrupted, “I’m leaving!” I said as I fled out of the door I had just come in.

I peeled out of the driveway and sped out of our neighborhood, my thoughts racing even faster than my car. I had not retrieved Leah’s shoes and was in no state of mind to share thoughtful commentary on a lackluster historical fiction book anyway. So I drove around the city for an hour and a half, ruminating about the appalling scene I had walked into earlier. I understood that my son had needs—hell, we all do! But how could Jake be so brazen? So reckless? He had a laptop and a smartphone; why couldn’t he rub one out in the privacy of his bedroom like the rest of us?

Mostly, I was trying to figure out how to handle this delicate situation. On the one hand, I had to nip Jake’s audacious living room wanks in the bud. But on the other hand, I didn’t want to shame him any more than was necessary. There were a couple of things I kept getting stuck on, though. One was Jake’s use of my panties—yesterday’s used panties—as a masturbation aide. The other was an image my mind wanted to deny, but kept resurfacing. During the interminable moment that we stared at each other in shock, Jake kept slowly pumping his panty-wrapped cock.

I dreaded the possibility of having to face Jake when I returned home, but I couldn’t drive aimlessly forever. Luckily, when I walked back in the house, he was in his room. I grabbed a protein bar out of the cupboard for dinner and hid in my room as well. I just couldn’t face that conversation. I’d have to tackle it the next day.

Feeling somehow dirty from the evening’s turn of events, I took off my work clothes and started the shower. As I waited for the hot water to kick in, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My light hazel eyes stared back at me. Not bad for an almost-40-year-old, I thought. At 5’4″, I worked out and kept myself relatively fit. My caramel-colored hair grazed my collarbone and complimented the rosy-brown nipples on my grapefruit-sized tits. I did not have much body hair to begin with, but my little pubic bush was tidily trimmed. I wondered if I was a “MILF,” then forcefully pushed the thought out of my head, due to its connection to the shit-show earlier.

In any case, I was still attractive, I thought as I stepped into the steamy shower. As I often did around this time of night, I started thinking I should make more effort to date. I hadn’t made it a priority since Jake’s father left ten years ago. I’d been dating more since Jake went off to college, but it only amounted to short-term things that fizzled out and a few mediocre one-night-stands.

I sighed and continued with the next step in my nightly routine. After lathering myself with body wash, I began massaging my tits, then let my fingers migrate downward. I unhooked the handheld shower sprayer from its base on the wall and slid it up and down the front, then the back of my body. I leaned back and braced myself on the corner of the bathtub. I thought about that tasty Aliağa Escort chap from the Aquaman movie and positioned the showerhead directly below my pussy. I adjusted the setting to “massage” and enjoyed the stronger pulses of water on my clit.

My sexual proclivity tends toward submission, so I usually fantasize about a strong man taking control of me in some form or fashion. I was deep into a fantasy and the long-haired Aqua-stud was pounding my cunt from behind. I had the water pressure just right, my pussy was hot, and I was about to get the orgasm I needed. I imagined looking back at the beefcake fucking me as I started to cum, but instead saw the lust-dazed face of my son. I immediately recoiled from my horny reverie and my orgasm died on the vine. I was left with my pelvis humping fruitlessly into the cascading water. I went to bed unsatisfied.

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Having tossed and turned more than I slept that night, I woke the next morning feeling exhausted and crabby. I also woke up late, leaving me no time to masturbate to rectify the loss of last night’s climax. If I get turned on and for whatever reason can’t cum, I stay in an extremely horny and frustrated state until I get release. On top of all this, I was dreading the talk I would need to have with Jake that evening. But my busy work day provided sufficient distraction, and my mood eventually leveled out.

When I returned home, Jake was eating a sandwich at the kitchen table. Seeing me enter, he picked up his plate and tried to duck out of the kitchen.

“Jake, sit down. Let’s chat,” I said.

He sat, looking down at the table. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Mom.”

“Well,” I started, with a touch of sarcasm, “You can start by explaining what possessed you to blare porn on the living room TV, while… having a go at yourself… on the loveseat!”

“I’m sorry Mom, I thought you had book club. I didn’t mean for you to see me,” Jake replied.

“I understand that you have a healthy sex drive, Jake, and I’m not trying to demonize you for that. But the whole way you were going about it last night was completely inappropriate,” I said.

“I know it was a bit… over the top,” Jake said. “But you can’t possibly imagine how horny I am constantly. I thought it would get easier over summer break, but it hasn’t. My last semester was really tough and stressful. There are so many hot girls everywhere on campus, and a lot of them want my… erm… they come on to me. But I knew there was no way I’d pass calculus, let alone physics, if I was chasing tail. Seriously Mom, it was really hard.”

Jake’s last sentence caught me off guard for a second, until I put it on context of his previous words. I mentally shook off the word “hard” that lingered in my head. Then I sat silent to contemplate the dilemma he faced at school. Poor Jakey was having to fight off the pussy with a stick, it sounded like. My mirth turned into sympathy when I saw the forlorn look on his face.

Jake really was growing into a fine specimen. He got his height and broad chest and shoulders from his father. He stood a little over 6′, and built his physique playing football in high school. He wasn’t on any sport team in college, but was obviously doing something to stay in shape. His sandy blond hair had grown a little shaggy. His deep brown eyes and chiseled jaw line really rounded out the package. I supposed I was seeing Jake not as my little boy, but as a man for the first time. It was disconcerting, particularly in light of last night’s mishap.

“Okay, Jake. I can see where you’re coming from. But why were you using those panties—my used panties—to… pleasure yourself?” I asked, feeling my cheeks grow hot.

Jake hung his head and groaned. “I told you Mom, I’m horny 24-7. I jerk off a lot. Like a LOT. And my hand just isn’t cutting it anymore. If I’m going to stay focused on my classes, I need to stay away from girls. That means I need something more… realistic, more fulfilling to get off. That’s why I was rubbing your panties on my cock. I’m sorry. I know that’s not okay.”

I flinched at his unnecessarily lewd language choice.

“Well, Son, I can’t have you masturbating in our common areas, or with my undergarments. It’s inappropriate. I do support your wish to focus on your studies, of course. But you say you need something more ‘real’ to use. Do you have any other ideas as to what might satisfy you? Something that can be kept private?”

Jake seemed to think for a moment. “Um… actually, I think having some… toys would help my situation a lot.”

“Some toys… as in…” I stopped myself before I said anything rude or presumptuous.

“Yeah, like maybe a couple of fleshlights. Or a sex doll,” Jake said.

“Really, Jake? A sex doll? Where the hell would you keep a sex doll in your shared campus apartment?” I asked, incredulous.

“Okay,” he said sheepishly, “Maybe just the fleshlight, then.”

I fought hard not to outwardly react. I knew all about fleshlights, Alsancak Escort I wasn’t that far out of the loop. In fact, a guy I briefly dated had one in his closet that I accidentally came across. When I first figured out what it was, I was somewhat disgusted. But over time, I found myself fantasizing about walking in on him using it. Something about the perceived depravity of it was a major turn on for me.

I was feeling uncomfortable and ready to end this conversation with Jake.

“Okay hon, I’ll give you my credit card and you can order yourself a couple of toys. Sound good?”

“Actually Mom, I was kinda hoping you could take me to this adult store here in town. They supposedly have a big variety of toys displayed so you can… get a feel for what you like.”

I stopped myself just before I got exasperated with Jake and told him to take his damn self to the sex store. I sensed he was experiencing—what—sensitivity? Embarrassment? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it just seemed like one of those times he needed his mom. I didn’t want to further shame him for his sexual needs, and I did want to support him. So, I agreed to go with my son to a store called The Fuck Stop the next day.

I didn’t dare attempt masturbating that night, for fear of Jake’s invading presence in my mind.

********************

The next day was a scorcher and I reached for a breezy sundress, which was about all I could stand to have covering my body. I tried to push down the perturbed feeling I had as I got ready to go out for the day with Jake. I figured a big part of it must have been my increasing sexual frustration due to not getting off for a few days. The other part was that I just felt plain uneasy about shopping for sex toys with my son. But I put on a happy face, determined not to make this outing any weirder than it needed to be.

Luckily, things were mostly back to normal between myself and Jake as we had breakfast in the kitchen. We puttered around for a bit, had lunch at a downtown café, and eventually arrived at The Fuck Stop. Rather nondescript from the outside, we were both amazed at the store’s inner expanse. It seemed pretty deserted. I told Jake to go look at what he came for, and I would be browsing around if he needed me.

Just after Jake and I split up, two employees walked swiftly out of a back area of the store. They were smoothing their clothes, tidying up, as if they had been lying down on the job. Forgivable, I thought, given the lack of business at the time. The male employee was walking toward me. He was probably in his late 30s (maybe a couple years younger than me), really good looking, tall with dark hair and eyes and a fit, wiry build. The woman, whose fiery red hair I only caught a glimpse of, bustled away in the opposite direction.

“Hello there! Welcome to The Fuck Stop. Can I help you find something?” he said, and gave a wide, friendly smile.

“Oh, no. Thank you though,” I said. “I’m just perusing.”

“Great, well let me know if I can assist you in any way.”

He didn’t rush off like a typical retail employee. Instead, he lingered an extra moment, staring intently into my face. That brief flash of his interest caused my neck and face to redden and a tide of excited heat to roll through my crotch.

“Sure will,” I said and turned away.

I wandered around the spacious store and found myself getting horny despite my best efforts to stay detached. God, I really should have rubbed one out before we left, I thought. I walked past some slutty lingerie and imagined the panties being pulled aside while a big cock entered me. I scanned the covers of the porn videos and recalled the MILF getting fucked in Jake’s porn. I wound up in the women’s toy section, surrounded by dildos and vibrators. Looking at the veiny, silicone cocks caused me to wonder exactly how long had it been since I’d been fucked.

As I contemplated this, I was startled by the male employee who walked up and was standing right behind me, close enough for me to feel his warmth. His presence gave me full-body chills.

Then came his low-toned voice. “Are you sure you don’t need any help? You’ve been browsing for quite a while.”

I checked my watch, and sure enough, we’d been there for 30 minutes already. I stood still, almost trembling from feeling his breath on my ear. I could find no words to say at the moment.

“I’m Brad, by the way,” he said as he inched closer to me. His front was now in full contact with my back.

“Elena,” I scratched out.

“Elena,” he repeated. “Maybe I can help you find a toy you’d really like. How does that sound, Elena?”

“Okay,” I nearly whispered.

Brad reached around in front of me to replace an errant item on its correct hook.

“So tell me, what are your favorite things to do in the bedroom? That will help me find the perfect toy for you.”

I was incredibly surprised to hear myself replying: “I like just about everything, but I have a fantasy of being fucked Balçova Escort and licked at the same time.”

“Oh yeah? That does sound hot.” I swore I felt Brad push his hips into me slightly as he said that. “I think I have just the thing,” he said.

Brad led me to a nearby aisle, his hand on my lower back. My cunt was growing warmer and I had to imagine my panties were beginning to dampen.

He grabbed a box off the shelf which showed a pink dildo that curved back around and on the shorter end, had a tongue-like appendage.

“Wow. Never seen one of those,” I said.

“Yep. Cutting edge technology here,” Brad replied. “And it comes with an instructional video. I’ll set you up in one of our viewing rooms.”

Before I could protest, Brad was shuffling me off to another part of the store.

“Wait here just a minute and I’ll get the video cued up,” he said and was gone.

As I stood there awkwardly, I caught sight of my son and the redheaded female employee a few aisles over. I couldn’t tell what they were looking at, but it seemed that the woman was reviewing their product selection with him. They were standing very close to one another. They didn’t seem to notice me.

Then Brad reappeared and ushered me into a small, clean room with a padded bench built into one side and a viewing screen on the opposite side. He patted the bench, motioning me to sit down, which I did. I think he could tell I was in heat at this point.

Brad unboxed the fancy toy, but did not hand it to me. Instead, he lifted up the skirt of my sundress and bent at his waist to inspect. He placed his thumb on the wet spot in my panties, pressing lightly. I moaned. He then set down the dildo, pointing toward my pussy.

“Mmm…” he said as he licked the thumb that touched my wet panties. “Enjoy, Elena.”

Brad walked out, closing the door behind him. A minute later, the video started playing.

At first, I couldn’t pay attention because of the shock and lust swirling together within me. I couldn’t believe that a sex store employee would be so bold, and yet, I really wished he’d come back and fuck my dripping pussy. The implications of the situation began to set it. Brad put me in this room with this toy and video so I could test it out on myself. Not only that, but he had deliberately turned me on so much, I couldn’t resist.

On the screen, images of the product floated around for a minute before cutting abruptly to a scene of a couple on a bed. The nude woman was leaning back against the headboard with her thighs spread wide. Her muscular male companion had his face buried in her snatch. The video zoomed in on the pussy-eating action for a few moments, then switched to a new scene. This one featured a skinny woman with small tits who was riding the face of her lover, in evident ecstasy.

I gasped and felt my juices soaking through my panties. My hand made its way down to my crotch and my middle finger pressed right where Brad’s thumb had been moments before. I felt pretty weird preparing to masturbate since my son and I had come here together. But it wasn’t like he was watching me. This was a private room. I resigned myself to the fact that this was happening.

The video then cut to a woman holding the product and talking about its features. There was a closeup of the tongue part and you could see it had tiny bumps on the surface to simulate a real tongue. The camera panned out and you could see the woman was sitting on a chaise, with her bottom half totally naked. She pressed a button and the tongue came to life with a muted buzz. She demonstrated how to change the “licking” pattern and speed and then applied the tongue toy to her clit.

It looked pretty fucking hot, so I decided to check it out. I slid down my panties, opened my legs and hiked my feet up on to the bench with me. My pussy was totally exposed and it was making me horny to know that while no one could see me, I was technically still in public. Gripping the dildo part, I turned the toy to a random licking setting at medium speed setting and moved it closer. When it reached my clit, it was definitely a unique sensation. I realized that there was a little bottle of lube included in the box so I squirted some on my mound and let it drip down. I put the toy back on my clit and my pelvis popped up toward the slippery stimulation. Ahhh fuck.

I enjoyed the mock pussy-licking action as the video continued to show a variety of different hot cunnilingus clips. After a few minutes, the porn scenes transitioned to three-ways. In the first, a buxom blond bimbo was on her back, being fucked hard by a bald stud while a brunette girl was bending over the side of the couch, tonguing her clit.

The demonstrator woman came back on to showcase other features of the toy. Then, looking deep into the eye of the camera, she stuffed the longer end of the dildo into her pussy.

“Oh Christ,” I muttered and couldn’t wait a second longer to mime her actions. I flipped the toy around so the cock end was pointing toward me. I teased my sopping hole a little before easing the dildo in, inch by inch. As I worked the toy into my steaming cunt, the video returned back to porn scenes. A particularly hot one showed a horny co-ed riding some cock in reverse cowgirl while another guy lapped his tongue from her opening to her clit over and over.

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