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American readers may be inclined to think the following is a work of fiction, and if my wife ever reads it, I hope that she does, too.

*

Having landed in Frankfurt for a business meeting but having some hours to kill, I drove my rental car up the A5 north and east around the city to the nearby village of Burgholzhausen. At the edge of the village, between an apple orchard and bright yellow rapeseed fields, in a thicket of woods providing decent privacy, was the parking lot of my destination. On arrival, I parked near one of the brick paths that weave through a crowd of classical nude statues to the front door of the club.

“Waren Sie schon mal bei uns?” asked the dark-haired, jaded but friendly woman at the reception desk. She was attractive enough to make one wonder whether she had ever worked as the younger women inside were working now.

“Jawohl,” I answered. I have indeed been here before. No need to explain to me how the place works or where everything is. I handed her the €65 cover charge and extended my left arm to receive a colored plastic wristband.

She handed me a numbered key and a big yellow bath towel. “Viel Spass.”

“Danke.” I smiled. A lot of fun was just what I expected to have.

Going through the doorway, I turned right and stashed my wallet in the lockbox on the wall corresponding to the key I had been given. I then continued down a short hall and a long flight of stairs to the men’s locker room.

“There’s some freaky shit goin’ on around here!” exclaimed a boisterous fellow to his companions as they stood by their lockers. Young and fit, they did not match the profile of a typical FKK club patron. Without question, they were American soldiers who had made the 45 minute drive from the base in Wiesbaden to check the club out, and it had blown their minds.

Ignoring them, I proceeded to the far side of the locker room, to the racks of sanitized rubber sandals, and picked a pair in my size. Then I found my locker, which bore the same number and opened with the same key as the lockbox above. I stripped, put the towel over my shoulders, locked up all my things, and headed to the showers.

Scrubbing myself under the slowly warming stream of water, I took care to thoroughly clean my genitalia with the cheap liquid soap on hand. An as-yet-unidentified woman would presently be putting my privates in her mouth and I owed her the human decency to wash them first.

After I dried myself and wrapped the towel about my waist, I headed back upstairs to the bar. Only non-alcoholic drinks flowed freely here, which suited me just fine. I was here to get laid, not buzzed.

“Wasser, bitte,” I said to the barmaid, who was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt.

“Mit Sprüdel?”

“Stilles,” I answered. Water with gas tends to give me gas. Go figure.

I had barely begun to drink my water when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and heard soft words in my ear: “Möchtest du Gesellschaft?”

Even without seeing the speaker, I knew how to respond to this, the most hackneyed club pickup line. The least attractive women in an FKK club always swarm around a newcomer, hoping to snag him before he realizes that he has other, better choices. During my first few club visits, I, too, made the newbie mistake of going with the first woman who approached me. This time, I turned my head, confirmed my suspicions with a glance, and gave her the equally hackneyed club brush-off: “Vielleicht später, Schatz.”

With accustomed disappointment, she turned and continued to hunt the club for other prey. Women pay the same cover charge as men in Germany’s FKK clubs and take home whatever the men may give them. Some earn healthy five figures, while others struggle to pay the cover charge, their cab fare, and other occupational expenses like condoms and lube. It is not easy being an independent contractor in a service industry, but it can be rewarding — especially if you like your work.

Along the bar, men sat and drank and talked about work, about sports, about life in general. Sometimes they just watched soccer on the big TV screen hanging bayan escort on the wall. Not so different from any other pub around the world, except that here the men wore nothing but a towel around their waists, and beautiful naked women would periodically come by and hit on them.

The next woman to hit on me was Michelle, a vivacious young lady from Basel, Switzerland. I had gotten to know her in the biblical sense on an earlier visit, and she remembered me. I remembered her as well: her long curly hair, her hourglass figure, her intelligence and sense of playfulness, and her incredible oral skills.

This time, she tried to tempt me into a threesome with her equally playful friend, who was touching me and teasing me and cajoling me to come with them and have some fun. But her friend was not quite my type, so I politely declined.

Ordinarily, though, I like threesomes in a club. They seem to work out well for all parties involved. Popular culture maintains that women prize men with sexual stamina, but the opposite seems to be true for women who have sex professionally. Like doctors subject to health care cost controls, many seem to prefer each visit to be as short as possible, so that they can collect their fee and move on to the next. Getting plowed for a solid half hour is the last thing they want. With a threesome, my prick can get the extended attention it prefers without either woman getting too irritated.

After her friend wandered off, Michelle stayed to chat further. She could tell I was tempted to book her again, but I held firm and informed her that I wanted to give another woman a try today. She understood perfectly. If guys like me were content to screw the same woman time after time, we would stay home with our wives. She made me promise, though, to come and find her if the woman I chose wasn’t good enough. She then left me to ponder my other options.

The splendid thing about the bigger FKK clubs is the broad menu of choices they provide: from Africans to Asians to the girl next door. I imagine it resembles what young Muslim men reportedly expect when they press the detonators for their explosive-filled vests. Some ten to twenty nubile women mill about, wearing nothing but high-heeled shoes, and each one is willing and eager to please.

My perch at the bar was a prime location for perusing the dishes on that day’s menu: it was only two steps away from the lockboxes to which each couple would go after emerging from one of the bedrooms. The guy would pull out his wallet and hand her the agreed-upon fee: the club standard €50 per half-hour of sucking and fucking, plus separately negotiated surcharges for extras like anal or a money shot on her tits. She would thank him with a peck on the cheek. Then they would say farewell and part. For a careful, discreet observer, the smile on his face at this point often served as a good indicator of the quality of her service.

Three or four such women whom I observed while I sat at the bar were rather tasty looking blondes (or with highlights nearly so) — truly beautiful women who would have ignored me completely if we were to pass on the street. I resolved to bed one of them.

From experience, I knew that working women invariably took an after-sex break for at least fifteen minutes, to shower, fix their makeup, and do whatever else women may do to make themselves “fresh”. So I asked the barmaid, “Was gibt’s zum Essen?”

Gesturing to the buffet behind her, she said, “Kartoffeln, Schweinebraten, Reis, und Hähnchenbrust.”

The international reputation of German food is well deserved. I passed on the potatoes and pork, opting instead for the rice and chicken.

I took my plate through a labyrinth of passages to the club’s well-lit back hall where I knew I could find a place to eat in relative peace at one of its six tables. On the walls were pornographic frescos of maidens being ravaged by men and gods of classical antiquity. Below the dining area, a towel-clad fellow took a nap in a lounge chair by the big whirlpool, in which two corpulent nude men carried escort bayan on an animated conversation.

I turned my attention instead to the nearby big screen TV, which was tuned as usual to Germany’s business news channel. Between bites, I tried to follow the inane chatter about how the DAX had performed this morning and what the experts predicted for the afternoon. As if they even had a clue.

The food didn’t taste particularly good, but it was free and I knew I would need the energy soon. When I was finished, I left the plate to be cleaned up by the uniformed, middle-aged maid who steadfastly avoided looking anyone in the eye, and made my way back to the bar. I needed a drink of something flavorful to wash away the buffet’s aftertaste.

A glass of sparkling apple juice in hand, I meandered over to the large, dimly lit room past the bar. In the middle was a small circular stage with a pole. In all my visits, I had never seen anyone dance there; apparently it is used only during the special events sometimes announced on the club’s website.

Lining the walls of this room were small, red leather sofas, some occupied by bored, naked women who were smoking, chatting, and waiting for someone to fuck them. Naturally, they all stared at me, hoping I would return their gaze. The bolder ones called out to me with crude pick-up lines. Perhaps this is how a pretty girl feels when she enters a pub full of men.

Halfway across the room, I found what I was looking for: two of the blond beauties I had spotted earlier were seated together and engaged in friendly conversation. What luck. I smiled at them and approached.

The taller one mistakenly thought my smile was directed only at her friend and got up to clear my path. “Moment mal,” I said quickly. “Du auch.”

She smiled a pretty smile, pleasantly surprised to hear that she, too, was invited to my private party. We both sat down, me snugly between them, and got all acquainted.

The shorter one (maybe 5′ 7″), pale and thin, was named Magda. The taller one (maybe 5′ 10″), tanned and curvy, was named Alicja. Both were from Poland and spoke adequate German. Alicja thought perhaps she had done a number with me before, but her angelic face and heavenly body were unfamiliar to me.

As soon as Magda’s cigarette was finished, I let them lead me past the bar and through two small hallways to a room big enough for the three of us. As we went in, Alicja turned the hanging sign on the door from a green “Frei” to a red “Besetzt,” so that others would know not to enter.

The room was typical for this club. Most of it was taken up by a raised tile platform, on which rested a firm mattress covered by a reasonably clean fitted sheet and a few throw pillows. The walls were mostly mirrored tile.

The girls spread out two big yellow bath towels onto the bed, to absorb any bodily fluids that might otherwise drip or splatter, and I did likewise. Then, after checking my watch, I lay back and let the fun begin.

To start things off, Magda crouched to my right on the bed and began to kiss me.

I should note that some women in these clubs decline categorically to kiss the men they fuck, while others make the decision on a case-by-case basis. For their part, some men try to assess whether a woman is a kisser before they decide to go to a room with her, and some even insist on including kissing as part of the deal in their pre-sex negotiations. Getting plenty of genuine, meaningful kisses from my wife at home, I can take it or leave it myself.

Magda’s kisses were a prime example. While I appreciated the spirit with which they were given, it was like being exposed to second-hand smoke in liquid form when she slipped me her tongue.

What I don’t get at home, on the other hand, is oral sex. My wife drew this line over ten years ago, making a somewhat lame excuse about TMJ, but I married her anyways because of her other fine qualities. Had she been more orally receptive, I might never have found my way to an FKK club. Nothing feels so wonderful as fellatio from a beautiful escort bayanlar woman (unless, of course, she is wholly incompetent).

Alicja, to my delight, was more than competent. Her eager lips gently tugged the sagging skin of my lazy member until it stiffened fully in her mouth. Then her lips and tongue moved softly back and forth, up and down, over its sensitive surface. While Magda assaulted my mouth with her tobacco-laced tongue, Alicja gave me five full minutes of absolute bliss.

Only with some reluctance, then, did I agree to Magda’s suggestion that they switch. Fortunately, her oral skills were equal to Alicja’s. I felt not even a hint of teeth, just soft lips and rough tongue. Another five minutes of bliss ensued.

Feeling obliged to do something, Alicja gave me a quick kiss — with her lips clamped tight like a vice. Then she dangled her big rubbery boobs in my face and let me play with them as I willed. Her pussy was also within reach, and my gently probing fingers found it surprisingly tight and moist.

Magda eventually broke off and asked, “Willst du mich ficken?”

I was tempted to say, no, actually, I don’t want to fuck you just yet; please keep doing what you’re doing for another hour or so. But I had not withdrawn enough Euros from the airport cash machine to cover that sort of expense. “OK.”

She put a condom on my cock and mounted me.

Now, when my wife is on top and seeking her own pleasure, she sometimes flexes her hips and bends my shaft in a way that nature never intended. Some professional women similarly get carried away and hop so vigorously on me that I fear my dick will slip out and get painfully — perhaps even permanently — crimped.

But Magda did it just right: she kept up a slow, steady, straight motion for as long as her thighs could last.

Then she dismounted and assumed the underdog position. I shifted myself around, slid my cock carefully into her pussy crack, and lightly took hold of her thin thighs. The sight of my shaft disappearing under her little round buns was almost as good as it felt.

Her youthful body was mine now. Slow or fast, gentle or hard, shallow or deep, the decision was up to me. I settled into a pace that felt good to me. Perhaps she enjoyed it. She made some mewing noises as if she did. But with a professional, a man has the luxury not to care.

As I pumped away at Magda, enjoying the feel of her snug pussy, I almost forgot Alicja. When I did turn my head in her direction, she smiled at me and ostentatiously masturbated. I stifled a laugh at her game but obviously fake efforts. As with all other women I have ever seen in an FKK club, her pubic hair had been completely shaven away, to give guys like me an unobstructed view of her cunt.

Time to give her a try, I thought. I disengaged from Magda and let her remove the condom with a paper towel, a roll of which is always in arm’s reach in these rooms. Alicja then put her own condom on me and asked, “Welche Stellung?”

“Missionarisch,” I answered, so that I might look into her beautiful dark eyes as I humped her.

But Alicja kept closing her eyes, perhaps to dream that I was Brad Pitt or the Polish equivalent. So, after a few minutes of breathless rutting, I rearranged us into the doggie position. The fucking resumed.

Without warning, perhaps sensing I was close, Magda threw her arms around my shoulders, pressed her lips against mine, and thrust her tongue inside my mouth, again and again, matching me in aggression, violating me just as I was violating her friend, with the same force and rapid speed and desperate intensity.

The stereo effect was more than I could take. I succumbed, and filled the rubber receptacle with all I had to give.

Alicja carefully removed it with a fresh paper towel, and we lay there for some moments, waiting for me to catch my breath and for my heart rate to subside. I checked my watch to make sure that I did not inadvertently linger past the 30-minute mark. Most women in FKK clubs do not watch the clock so closely, but those who do can be surprisingly expensive.

To make conversation, Alicja mentioned that she was looking forward to her 22nd birthday the following week, whereas Magda was less happy about her distantly approaching 24th. As a man in his forties, I could only smile.

Back at the lockboxes, I handed them each a fifty and kissed them both goodbye.

* * *

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JOS Chapter 6: Fun and Games

Thank you all for taking the time to read this entry of The Jack Off Sessions. This being the sixth chapter, it might be a good idea to skim through the previous installments, read the cliffs-notes versions, or have a loved family member read them to you. I kid, I kid.

I’m really not much of a writer in my everyday life, so work on this when I can. Unfortunately, finding the time to sit down and write is hard to come by nowadays. I hope this one was worth the wait.

Thanks again for all of you who stuck with me this far on this project.

Enjoy…

Part 1.

This is so depraved, Claire thought. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

She knelt on the soft carpet between her brother’s legs. James stroked his throbbing erection inches from her face. She looked up at him with her clear blue eyes.

Do you want your pretty sister to suck your big hard cock?

She slid her hands up his thighs as she bit her bottom lip. She arched her back and wiggled her ass just a little as she leaned in. She knew how good this looked from his angle. She wanted him to see her as more than a sister and appreciate what a perfect heart shaped ass she had. She wanted him to know what he could have if he was only willing to just take it.

Heat radiate off of him. She could feel her cheeks blush with anticipation. She had thought about this moment many times since she caught him jacking off in the basement with Brent. She imagined herself in this very spot between his legs, about to do what she was about to do.

He slowed his stroke and brushed the engorged tip over her soft wet lips. She tasted his precum as she slid her tongue back into her mouth. She hoped that when all was said and done, she would have a lot more than just a mere taste.

The rigid thickness of his hard cock, veins snaking up the side, shaved smooth, was a masterpiece, she thought.

Over the years she had seen her share; Some big, some small, hard, soft, thick, thin, and everything in between. But this, beautiful example of male libido, this powerfully rigid appendage between her sweet brother’s legs, made her mind swim.

After a moment of hesitation, she gave in to temptation.

She ran her fingers up his length, pressed her face against his hot velvet skin. He caught his breath and instinctively pumped his hips. She tilted her head to the side, parted her lips and slowly tongue kissed the side of his shaft while keeping her big blue eyes on his.

She worked all the way up with soft wet kisses until she reached the tip. She spread the lubrication of her saliva in a stroking, pumping motion with her small hands until he was slick. She opened her mouth and placed him on her tongue. He groaned as waves of pleasure pulsed from his core.

“Mmmm.” She moaned as she closed her mouth around the engorged head. Her glistening lips enveloping, then sliding off. Again and again; enveloping and sliding back off. She continued to pump her hand up and down his shaft and and play with his balls as she teased.

Suddenly, she slipped him past her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around, slippery and hot. It was like a vortex of pleasure. She slid her fingers down to the base and held it like a tight ring. Expertly, she pushed further downward. Inch by inch he disappeared inside of her. Her mouth never stopped, her eyes never looked away.

At the end of that single motion, her face was firmly pressed down to his base.

James was balls deep in his sister’s throat.

As tight a fit as it was, she managed to slide out her tongue and lick his balls as her throat clenched and relaxed, miking him, coaxing his sweet release.

She slid him back out, every inch slippery and wet. In a piston-like motion, she pushed her head all the way down again, then all the way back up. She continued this in intervals, taking a short break every so often to catch her breath. In these moments, she continued to gently massage and tug his balls with her delicate fingers.

It was like a hot wet embrace that urged his climax and never subsided. As erotic as her mouth was at giving him pleasure, the look in her eyes brought him to the edge.

She felt his hands grip the sides of her head and begin to guide her ascent and decent. He pulled her up, the head of his cock held tightly between her lips as he paused, her tongue exploring, begging him to stay inside. Obediently, he slid her back down slowly, enjoying the look of his sister’s face as her lips stretched to accommodate his thickness.

Her wet pussy throbbed as he grinded her face firmly against his pubic bone, the entirety of his fully erect penis down her throat once again. Her nipples tightened. She squeezed out a moan of pleasure. He leaned back and spread his legs further.

He loosened his grip and let her slide off. Once free, she lowered her hungry mouth to his balls as she pumped his shaft with her slippery hands. Saliva cascaded down escort resimleri his length and glistened around her mouth. Her tongue gently sucked and massaged him while she continued to explore him with her hands. Her technique was very wet and sloppy but expertly performed.

Tilting her head to the side, she kissed the smooth sensitive spot behind his balls. Not just a peck, she kissed it with the the sucking, tongue massaging wet intensity she learned to perfect over the years. He pumped his pelvis involuntarily and groaned with pleasure, his spit-lubricated cock slipping in and out of her tight grip.

Watching his face, she saw the hunger and uncontrollable lust that she had only dreamed of seeing.

She moved back up and slid him just past her lips then paused. She looked up at him pleading, begging with her eyes. He took hold of her head and pushed her down. Every inch of his rock hard cock slid down her tight throat slowly. He pulled her up until he was almost completely out then slid her back down again.

He continued to fuck her mouth and she loved it every moment of it.

As his hands guided her speed, his pace quickened. She saw a look of perverse desperation flash across his face and she knew he was close.

He let out a long groan.

Time stopped.

She felt the muscles at the base of his cock flex.

At the first taste of his sweet release, he pushed her all the way back down.

She felt him pulsate and throb in her throat as he drained his seed inside of her. He held her tightly and moaned.

“I love you.”

She could feel every powerful jet of his cum shoot deep inside her as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed…

—

Claire’s eyes fluttered open. They met with darkness.

Her vision slowly adjusted and she recognized the familiar arrangement of her old bedroom. She was back at home.

Alone.

A sliver of moonlight fell across her bed though the curtains. She was tangled in her sheets, sweat coated her half naked body.

She lowered her hands between her legs and replayed the dream.

—

Jennie walked along the shadow of the fence quietly. She reached the far end of the yard, pulled herself up the fence and dropped over the other side. Her knees buckled more out of mental exhaustion than physical strain. She took a seat in the grass and exhaled.

Brent and James came all over that girl.

The images replayed in her head, pausing, fast forwarding, rewinding, replaying again and again. Though she brought herself to orgasm more times than any moment in her brief sexual history there in that basement, her body still begged for more. She pushed herself up, ignoring the temptation and made her way inside Virginia’s house.

She immediately kicked off her shoes and climbed the stairs letting muscle memory guide her. Once she reached the landing, a moan brought her back to reality.

“Uuhhhhh… Uuuhhmm…” Another, and another, and another.

It continued rhythmically again and again as she followed it to it’s source: John’s room.

For a moment she thought if she caught Virginia’s brother watching porn, she wouldn’t be able to resist herself. She knew he liked her, he aways had.

Maybe what I need is a good hard fucking.

She pushed the door open and stopped in her tracks.

Virginia faced away from the door. Her toned back was bare and tapered down to her perfect ass. She was straddling John’s hips. Her knees dug into the mattress as she raised and lowered herself rhythmically on her brothers thick erection, a moan escaping her lips as he bottomed out inside of her.

Jennie gasped when she realized what she was seeing.

John’s eyes parted slightly as his sister’s tongue explored his mouth. He tilted his head, allowing him to see past her bare shoulder.

His eyes met Jennie’s.

They went wide.

He froze.

After a moment, Virginia realized something was wrong. John had stopped moving. She pulled back and registered the look of shock on his face and turned her head to see what spooked him.

Jennie stood motionless in the open doorway, her eyes coasting over their glistening bodies.

Virginia’s wet pussy tightly gripped John’s hard cock, her juices ran down his length. John’s strong hands still gripped his sister’s ass. Her bare breasts were wet with his saliva.

A moment passed… and another. Jennie could smell the sex in the air. It was electric. Her skin tingled.

She pulled her shirt off and dropped it on the floor.

Virginia smiled as Jennie pushed the door closed.

Part 2.

Jennie’s thighs flexed. Her arms pumped. Her muscles burned as sweat rolled down her temples.

“Slow down Flash. What’s the rush?” Virginia called from almost half a block behind her. She was breathing hard.

Jennie slowed to a trot. “Sorry.” She called back between deep breaths.

They had made this gaziantep escort resimleri run dozens, if not hundreds of times before. Since they met in Jr High, the two often found the time for a jog around the neighborhood. This gave them the time to talk and reflect on their lives. Until recently their topics were pretty tame: homework, boys they liked, TV they watched, music they listened to. Only recently did their conversations begin to almost solely focus on boys.

It was usually a pretty one sided. Virginia was much more outgoing and less of a tomboy than Jennie. By the time they were 18, Virginia had left a trail of heartbroken guys all across their small town. Jennie, on the other hand, had only a handful of boyfriends, every one almost always ending prematurely. Her biggest obstacle for making it work, Virginia often stated, was that she was helplessly in love with her neighbor Brent.

Virginia often encouraged Jennie to date the guys who were obviously into her. This usually led to Jennie going on dates, sometimes several. Ultimately, she always ended up single and wondering if Brent would ever make a move on her.

It wasn’t until the day prior did Jennie finally take it upon herself to make a move on him. Of course, having thought about, dreamt about, fantasized about being with him for years, when she did finally did make a move, she couldn’t control herself. She all but dry humped him until they both came, then locked herself in the bathroom out of embarrassment until he left.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. She cursed herself.

“Mind somewhere else?” Virginia asked as she caught up.

“Yeah…” Jennie mumbled.

A moment of silence.

“Is it weird now?” Virginia finally asked. She slowed a bit and faced Jennie.

“What? Because of last night?” Jennie returned to reality.

“Yeah, I mean… are you freaking out because of what we did?” Virginia asked, looking down at her feet.

“No! No, it’s not that. I’m actually… pretty okay with it I guess.”

Jennie really did mean it. To her, it was as if a door opened and the world was suddenly a little bigger. Good, bad, whatever. It was new and exciting and it took her mind off of Brent for once. She needed it and she was glad it happened with people she trusted.

Like with most things, she wanted to keep an open mind and see where it went. At some point, she realized, she’d have to really step back and think about it. Later, she decided.

Later.

“So? What is it then?” Virginia slowed to a walk, matching Jennie’s speed.

“I was thinking about Brent.” Jennie caught Virginia’s eyes and blushed.

“Of course.” Virginia laughed. She was relieved.

Though she didn’t show it, she was worried how Jennie was processing what happened the night before.

The threesome between Jennie, Virginia, and her brother John just happened. It was completely spontaneous. She wasn’t expecting it. She wasn’t planning it. John was definitely caught off guard. She was afraid it would ruin everything. Hearing that Brent still topped Jennie’s list of things to worry about was a good sign.

“Brent and James and that girl… It was… I dunno… crazy… ” She trailed off as her mind wandered.

Virginia was tempted to say something, anything, but she just had no words.

They jogged in silence for a block.

“Why the hell did I let you pick out my outfit anyway?” Jennie suddenly laughed, looking down at herself.

Her top was white with bright green trim around the neck and sleeves. To say it was tight would have been an understatement. Jennie imagined that any healthy male that caught a glimpse of her jogging, would instantly know her bra size and could probably pick her out of a lineup without ever seeing her face.

Her bright green shorts matched the accents on her shirt. They were also very tight and very short. Her long tanned legs ended in matching running shoes, which were her own. Thankfully, she thought, at least something about her outfit was actually hers.

“What do you mean?” Virginia played dumb, a grin on her lips.

That morning they discovered that Jennie’s clothes needed thorough washing along with John’s sheets and a few other things. In the unique position to find something for her to wear in the meantime, Virginia thought she’d find something that would properly show off her body for once. She didn’t realize just how heavy handed she was until this very moment.

“Look at you… and look at me…” Allison wore a baby blue tee shirt, black shorts, and matching running shoes. She looked practically modest next to Jennie.

Jennie’s breasts visibly jiggled with every step. Virginia started to feel a little bad. Still, it was kind of funny to see Jennie dressed this way. Of all the girls in the town, nobody would have ever pictured Jennie Connor wearing anything quite this revealing.

“I look like I’m out to fuck the paper boy.” She laughed.

“You gaziantep escort bayan resimleri look fucking hot Jennie! I just wanted you to enjoy your body for once. Seriously, look at you. Smoking fucking hot.” Virginia said.

“Look.” Jennie slowing to a stop. Her attention was no longer on what she wore. Rather, she was focused ahead in the direction of Virginia’s house.

She pulled Virginia onto the nearest well manicured lawn, next to a high hedge wall. She peeked around the side.

She pointed to the driveway of the house next to Virginia’s.

James’s house.

This is where she witnessed the unexpected scene between James, Brent and the unknown brunette the night before. This is where her hidden primal sexual hunger was triggered, leading to an all night, no boundary, sexual experiment with Virginia and her brother John. Now, here she was dressed like a teenage boy’s fantasy hiding behind a bush, heart pounding in her chest, wondering what was going to happen next.

The brunette stepped into the driveway first. She wore a dark blue sundress with white polka dots and sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and glasses framed her face. Despite her voluptuous body, her appearance was relatively conservative.

She looked cute.

Cute as a fucking button, Jennie rolled her eyes.

She recalled seeing the girl, naked and on her knees on front of James and Brent as they stroked their gushing erections over her, their cum spilling on her tits, her fingers slipping into her pussy, rubbing her clit, moaning with pleasure. Jennie resisted collapsing onto the grass at that moment and submitting to the warm throbbing sensation between her legs.

Get a hold of yourself!

The blonde that followed close behind was James’ sister Claire. She wore a sheer blouse over a white tank top, tight blue jeans, and knee high boots. Unlike the brunette, her outfit really accentuated her body. Her jeans hugged her perfect ass, her sheer top hinted at ample breasts beneath.

They climbed into the red VW Golf, backed out of the driveway, and disappeared down the tree lined street within moments.

“That was the girl?” Virginia asked.

“Yeah.” Jennie confirmed.

“Didn’t look like much.” Virginia yawned.

Jennie appreciated how Virginia always sided with her. Even in a situation like this, she made the effort to lessen the sting.

BFFs.

“You didn’t see her yesterday. She has the body of a freaking porn star.” Jennie shook her head.

“Oh, so she subscribes to the Jennie Connor school of conservative fashion?” Virginia joked.

Jennie smiled, “I don’t like dresses. Besides…” She gestured down at herself, “…this definitely is not conservative.”

“You’re welcome.” Virginia smiled. She motioned toward the house and empty driveway. “The coast is clear. Now’s your chance to make your move.” She said stepping back onto the sidewalk.

“I don’t think so…” Jennie hemmed.

“Come on, don’t be a wuss. It’s just Brent and James in there, right?” Virginia nudged her.

“Last night I watched Brent and James cum… all… over… that girl. Why would I even…”

“Fast forward half an hour and you’re fucking my brother.” Allison interrupted.

Jennie blushed.

“Well, that’s my cue. I’m gonna go inside and see if John’s up.” Allison winked. “Now, take your time Jennie dear.”

“Wait.” Jennie pleaded.

“Seriously, at least an hour.”

“Come on…”

“Seriously.” Though Virginia smiled, Jennie saw in her eyes that she was indeed serious. The reality that she interrupted Virginia and John the night before was not lost on her. She didn’t protest as Virginia left her alone on the sidewalk.

As Virginia’s door closed, James’ door opened. Jennie dropped into a squat back behind the hedge and peeked around side. Brent came out first then James. A moment later they were on their bikes and down the street headed in the opposite direction where the girls drove.

She watched as they peddled away, shrinking in the distance. Impulsively, she jumped to her feet and began following them. She knew that this was probably a very bad idea.

I should just go home and change out of these ridiculous clothes before someone sees me. Someone’s going to see you and that’ll cause all kinds of trouble.

She pushed the thoughts down and kept her pace.

Though they were far in the distance, they never left her sight.

Part 3

Their cocks stretched her tight pussy. Her juices lubricated them as they slid past each other deeper inside.

James passed the magazine to Brent.

“Hot.” Brent grinned.

They stood side by side in front of the wall of magazines. From one to the next, they browsed the various titles, passing them back and forth when something especially interesting caught their eye. The single employee behind the register didn’t seem to mind them grazing his merchandise. He himself alternated looking though a magazine of his own and watching a bank of televisions playing porno movies on the counter behind him.

Through the doorway with the purple neon sign over it that read Arcade, a woman and two men appeared. Brent was surprised to see anyone else in the store. Though there were a few cars in the parking lot, they were alone the whole time they looked though the magazines.

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Story Characters:

Zeus — Supreme God of all Greek Gods. Zeus had at least 15 divine wives and lovers and as many as 28 mortal ones

Aphrodite – Goddess of love, lust, and beauty. Daughter of Zeus, Ares is her lover. Most beautiful of the Greek goddesses

Ares – God of war, murder and bloodshed. Brother to Athena, and is a son of Zeus. Has an affair with Aphrodite

Athena – Goddess of wisdom, warfare, handicrafts and reason. Sister of Ares, and is a daughter of Zeus. She is the wisest of the gods

Demeter – Goddess of fertility, grain and harvest. Demeter is the sister of Zeus

Dionysus – God of wine, parties/festivals, madness and merriment. He is a son of Zeus

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Aphrodite was not in the best of moods. She had walked out of the Victoria’s Secret without buying anything and was pressed for time before she was supposed to meet Ares for dinner and a night of hot sex and wickedness. Ares put on a show of always being tough and ready to pick a fight but Aphrodite knew his secret side, his little fetish for her panties and other items of enticing lingerie that Aphrodite wore with great effect. If the other gods knew that Ares liked to run around wearing her little pink thong he wouldn’t be the God of War for very long. This gave Aphrodite a lot of power over Ares and she used it to her advantage when ever possible. She would try one more store before giving up and selecting something from her extensive wardrobe. Something that she knew would have Ares hard and begging to please her as soon as she stepped out of her dress. Aphrodite liked to have control and power over Ares and Ares knew that she would sell him out in a heart beat so he was always on his best behaviour when he was with her. To tell the truth, Ares liked to give up control to Aphrodite. Being the God of War was a major undertaking but when he was with Aphrodite he like to leave that behind and let her be the one to take charge.

Aphrodite crossed the street and spied another of her favourite lingerie shops. This one also had a selection of adult toys and that gave Aphrodite an idea. ‘Tonight’, she said to herself, ‘I think I’ll fuck Ares up the ass with a new strap on cock. That means I need crotch-less so when he puts them on I can still fuck his ass and not ruin my new panties.’ Aphrodite was feeling particularly nasty and she really wanted to make Ares whimper and beg her to fuck him hard. If he gave her any trouble she may start off by spanking his panty covered ass just to get things going her way. Tonight was going to be fun.

Dionysus and Demeter

Dionysus sat in the kitchen sipping tea with his Aunt Demeter. He had had a young man’s crush on his father’s sister for as long as he could remember and Demeter had taken his virginity when he was barely old enough to know what to do. However over the years she had taught him the finer points of physical pleasure and Dionysus was a very capable lover especially with his talented tongue. Demeter loved to be licked. She kept her pussy hair free and very smooth which always drove Dionysus crazy when he parted her thighs to make love to her cunt with his mouth. Just thinking of it made Demeter wet and horny. She glanced at the clock above the stove, there was time for a quick one but she would have to move fast.

“What have you been up to Dionysus? I haven’t seen you in over a week.”

“I’ve been planning a major function for a big client.” Dionysus was a social planner extraordinaire. He ran the most successful catering and party planning firm in the city and everyone who was anyone had their parties catered by Dionysus. “This one is big, over 200 guests and the client wants ice sculptures, live background music, a ten course meal and to top it off he wants the waiters and waitresses to only wear thongs and a little see through sarong. The girls are to be topless with gold chains hanging from their nipples. This has orgy written all over it and I bet the main table doesn’t make it through the fifth course before someone is getting fucked in front of the host.”

Demeter squeezed her thighs together feeling the heat in her pussy expand into wetness. “That sounds like a wonderful party. I wish I was able to be there as a fly on the wall.” Demeter was visibly glowing and Dionysus knew his aunt needed some personal attention.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a slight amusement in his voice. “You look a little flushed.”

Demeter eased herself back and opened her legs wide, pulling her short dress above her waist. She was wearing a very small blue thong that was pressed tightly against her wet and swollen pussy lips. “I want your cock in my mouth and my pussy in your face. I want to suck your cock and lick your balls. I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

Smiling Dionysus said, “I don’t think I can right now aunty, I have so much to do with the party and all. Maybe another time.”

Demeter looked horrified but then she saw the grin on his face and she knew that she was being teased. “Please Dionysus I need your hard cock. You know how much I love to suck it and have you cum gaziantep escort bayan in my mouth. Don’t make me beg.”

That was exactly what Dionysus wanted her to do. He loved it when she whimpered and begged him to fuck her. “Well I may be able give you a few minutes of finger fucking if you really need it. How badly do you want me to touch you? Tell me aunty; tell me so I know what a horny slut you are.”

Demeter reached down pulled her panties aside and rubbed her pussy with the palm of her hand. “Fuck Dionysus don’t tease me I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Stick your tongue up my pussy and shove your finger up my ass.” Demeter was half serious and half feeding the fantasy started by Dionysus. She loved to play the smutty, sultry and slutty mature aunt who tries to dominate her young nephew but ends up falling under his control.

“Open your pussy for me, I want to see how wet you are.” Dionysus was now hard and fully into the moment. “That’s it dear aunty show your sweet young nephew your wet smooth hot cunt. Use your finger to rub your clit. Is it hard and sore? Do you need me to kiss it better? Do you need to feel my tongue on your clit and my lips teasing yours?”

Demeter was now moaning in anticipation as she spread herself open for him. “Fuck me with your mouth. I want you to make me cum. I’m such a horny slut and I need your cock.”

“Have you been a bad girl today? You know what happens to bad girls don’t you aunty.”

“Yes” she groaned.

“Tell me what bad girls need. Tell me what you need you bad slutty girl.”

Demeter couldn’t reply, her eyes were closed and he fingers frantically rubbing her swollen pussy. Dionysus firmly but gently slapped her face. “Stand up slut, stand up and strip naked. I want you naked and ready to be punished. If you obey me to my satisfaction I will let you suck my cock and swallow my cum.”

Demeter stood and removed her robe, the lace bra and was about to slip off her panties when Dionysus said “Stop, leave your panties, I will remove them when I’m ready.” Dionysus unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. With a snap of his fingers he ordered Demeter to her knees and told her to finish undressing him. Demeter obediently did as she was told and when Dionysus was naked he told her to stand and remain still. He sat down on the kitchen chair and pulled her across his lap so her panty cover behind was prominently displayed.

“Now tell me aunty, what happens to bad girls?”

Demeter was groaning and she whispered “Bad girls are spanked. Bad girls must be punished with a proper spanking.”

Dionysus raised his hand and brought it down firmly on her luscious bottom. He repeated this several times making sure that he covered every inch of her exquisite and lovely ass. He loved the way her firm belly pressed against his hard and throbbing cock and when his hand make contact with her ass she squirmed and wriggled which send ripples of pleasure surging through his cock. Dionysus let his aunt rest for a minute or two before resuming his punishment. This time he pulled her panties down just below her ass cheeks and slipped his hand between the folds of her wet hot pussy.

“My aunty you are very wet today. Tell me what has made your old cunt so wet.” Demeter could no longer control herself and she was squirming so hard that Dionysus had to take his hand out of her hot pussy and smack her behind several times to get her to stay still. As much as Dionysus enjoyed this little game he too needed some attention and he pulled Demeter to her feet and dragged her into the living room. He lay down on the deep piled carpet and positioned Demeter so her wet sloppy cunt was directly over his face. Without any need for further direction Demeter pressed her pussy into his face and he began lapping hungrily, eager to taste his aunt’s pussy juice. Demeter moaned loudly and grabbed Dionysus’ long had smooth cock and shoved it greedily into her mouth. She knew how to suck a cock and drive a man crazy with her mouth. After all she had hundreds of years of practice and had long ago lost count of the number of cocks she had drained with her capable and talented mouth.

Dionysus was lost in the wetness of her pussy and as he pushed his tongue deep into the inner recesses of her womanhood he spread apart her wonderful ass and shoved a finger up her tight little hole. He felt more than heard her moaning as he thrust his cock deep down Demeter’s throat. He knew she was a great cock sucker and he loved having her take all of him without any resistance what so ever. He continued to bite, suck, nibble and attack Demeter with his mouth and tongue. He pulled his finger from her ass and replaced it with his mouth. This was something her loved doing, licking her ass and having her do the same to him. Right now though her needed her to suck his cock because he knew that in a very few minutes he was going to unload his sperm and she was going to swallow every drop. He resumed his oral onslaught of her quim and waited for the flood of pussy escort gaziantep bayan juice that he always loved to taste and drink directly from the source.

Demeter moaned loudly, squeezed her thighs together and came with such force that Dionysus thought his head would be pushed through the floor. Great gushes of wet pussy cum burst from her pulsating hole and Dionysus tried in vain to swallow as much as he could but it was impossible. He felt his own orgasm peak and he shot spurt after spurt of sticky white cum into his aunt’s willing and waiting mouth. Demeter savoured the sensation for as long as she could but eventually she let his now soft cock slip from her lips and she rolled off and onto the carpet exhausted but very, very satisfied. Dionysus reached over and took his aunt’s hand in his, closed his eyes and drifted off for a well needed rest.

Zeus the God of Gods

Zeus stared into the bowl as the images of Demeter and Dionysus faded from view. A smile formed on his lips and his cock was hard from watching the amorous coupling of his sister and his son. To be a God was very satisfying but to be Zeus was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He waved his hand over the bowl and the scene changed to Aphrodite’s bedroom. Zeus watched with interest as Aphrodite stripped off her outfit and readied her self for Ares’ arrival. Zeus was well aware of Ares’ little panty fetish but he wasn’t about to put a stop to his bent because it excited him to watch Aphrodite hold sway over the God of War. As he watched his beautiful daughter’s naked body his cock seemed to grow even longer and harder. He would have to do something about that in a while. Maybe a slave to fuck or perhaps a human female to impregnate and give him another half cast offspring. He had had fun with human women in the past but currently he liked to keep things in the family.

Reaching out he summoned a slave waiting patiently in the shadows. “Get me Athena”, Zeus demanded. He then returned his gaze to the bowl and watched as Aphrodite slipped on her new thong and bra. Too bad he thought, seeing her naked was always a pleasure. He noticed something else that Aphrodite had purchased, a new nine inch strap on cock. Zeus chuckled; if Ares knew his secret was no secret at all he would be mortified. Athena walked into the chamber and joined her father at the viewing bowl.

“I see Aphrodite is getting ready for someone special”, Athena said with a note of sarcasm. “I wonder who it could be.”

Zeus replied, “Don’t be like that Athena. You know perfectly well who is about to show up. What you don’t know is what he is hiding from you or trying to hide anyway. Stay and watch, I can assure you that you will enjoy the show.” The liquid in the bowl grew still as glass and they watched as Ares entered the bedroom.

Aphrodite and Ares

Ares stood in the doorway to Aphrodite’s bedroom, his eyes fixed on the thong and perfect ass before him. He moved to enter but Aphrodite held up a hand and he stopped.

“Tonight you are not to say anything unless I ask you to speak. You will call me Mistress and you will submit to me fully. Do you understand?”

Ares was silent for a moment but then nodded his head and replied, “Yes Mistress I understand.”

“Good. Remove your clothes and put on the outfit I have laid out on the bed. If you put a run in your stockings I will not be pleased.” Aphrodite sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Ares undressed. Ares removed his jacket, shirt and began to undo his pants when Aphrodite said, “Not so fast Ares. I want to enjoy the show.”

He opened the waist and slowly unzipped the fly exposing a hint of pink underneath. Aphrodite smiled, the pink panties he had on were hers, of course, but she didn’t know that he had taken them after their last session. She would punish him for that just to add some more excitement to the moment.

“Are those my panties?” she asked knowing full well that they were.

“Yes Mistress, I hope you are not displeased.”

“Remove your pants and come here,” she said firmly. Ares did as she ordered and stood in front of Aphrodite, his cock coming to life inside her lacy pink thong. Aphrodite reached out and placed her hand on Ares’ stiffening cock.

“You did not ask me before you took these did you Ares?” Ares mumbled a weak reply. “What happens when you steal from me Ares?” He said nothing and Aphrodite stood and gripped his face hard in her hand. “You are punished” she said firmly, “Now turn around and bend over. Don’t move and do not speak.”

Ares turned around and obediently bent over gripping his ankles to steady himself. Aphrodite ran her hand over his smooth behind and tugged the thong from between the cheeks of his ass. She then walked around in front of Ares grabbed his hair and pulled his head up so he could just see the vee of her panty covered pussy. “If you hope to see anything more than just this”, she said. “You had better be a good boy and take your punishment without a sound.”

Aphrodite let go of his hair but lingered gaziantep bayan escort for a moment teasing Ares by slipping her hand into her panties and rubbing her already wet pussy. She removed her hand and trailed her fingers across his face so that he could smell her wetness. She then went to the bed and picked up the strap on cock stepping back in front of Ares so he could watch as she stepped into the leather harness. When she had adjusted the straps and the cock was firmly in place she let it dangle in front of Ares’ face.

“Open your mouth slave”, she commanded. I want you to suck my cock.”

Ares raised his head and placed his hands on Aphrodite’s perfect behind. She was ok with this. She wanted Ares to remain still so could easily fuck his face with her new rubber cock. Ares opened his mouth and took the tip of the cock into his mouth. Aphrodite moved her hips slowly back and forth pushing the cock in and out of Ares’ willing mouth. “I bet you would like to suck the real thing wouldn’t you Ares. You would love to have a real cock in your mouth so you could behave like the sissy slut you really are.” She pulled out and slapped his face with her pretend cock. Ares was moaning with pleasure as she used the strap on cock to slap him on both cheeks.

After a few seconds she stopped and went behind Ares to administer her punishment. She spread his ass and placed the tip of the cock against his puckered anus. Ares tensed and Aphrodite slapped his behind with her hand. “Don’t you dare make this hard for me”, she said stepping back. “If you want it rough I’ll make it so rough you won’t be able to sit for a week.” She went to his side and proceeded to give him ten firm slaps on each ass cheek. His cock grew hard and he desperately wanted to touch himself but knew that he was not allowed. Aphrodite could see that he was really enjoying his punishment. It was important that Ares felt that he could open up to her and that she would cater to his fantasy of being dominated. His secret was safe with her.

There was something Aphrodite wanted to do that she had never done before. She wanted to taste his ass. Ares had often tongued her asshole and he would do it for hours if she let him. It always felt good when he rimmed her ass and she wanted to see for herself whether giving was as good as receiving. She dropped to her knees and opened his ass wide. She leaned forward and placed the tip of her tongue on his little brown hole testing to see if she really wanted to continue. Ares gasped as her tongue touched his most intimate of places. Aphrodite flicked her tongue over his anus and ran it up and down between his ass cheeks. She was enjoying this a lot and she returned to his hole so she could probe him deeply. She pushed her tongue as far into his ass as she could. She loved the smell and feel of her nose buried between his ass cheeks. She licked and pushed into his backside savouring the taste and feel of eating his ass.

Ares was in heaven. Aphrodite had never taken things this far before and he did not want her to stop. He was her bitch. Her sissy panty boy. He would do what ever she commanded and he knew she was doing it for him. The feel of her tongue in his ass was almost more than he could handle without cumming. He knew she would be angry if he came without her permission so he closed his eyes and allowed the feelings to wash over him.

Aphrodite could not believe how wet this was making her. She had always enjoyed it when Ares licked her pussy and then strayed down to tongue her ass but she never really understood the pleasure he took from doing this. Now she did and she wanted it all for herself. She was totally taken over in the moment and she aggressively began to fuck his ass with her tongue. She would stop and bite the insides of his ass and then shove her tongue once more into his dark little hole. She reached around and grabbed his cock pumping him in time with each thrust of her tongue. She was torn between licking his ass and sucking on his marvellous cock. She knew Ares was aching to cum and she wasn’t going to waste a good load on her hand so she stopped and forced Ares around so his cock was in front of her face. Greedily she took him into her mouth and sucked hungrily on his cock. She would fuck his ass later but right now she wanted him to cum in her mouth. It only took a few thrusts before Ares froze with one final push and flooded her mouth with his sticky cum. Aphrodite swallowed as much as she could but some leaked and dribbled down her chin. Ares fell to his knees and leaned forward to lick the cum from Aphrodite’s face. Together they shared his sperm, each tasting the other with their tongues. They fell back against the bed, exhausted but satisfied for the moment. The evening was young and Aphrodite still had plans for Ares’ ass but that would come later.

Zeus and Athena

“So what do you think of Ares and his little secret?” Zeus asked.

Athena had been transfixed and silent as she watched the scene unfold between Aphrodite and Ares. Now she wasn’t sure what to say. What could she say. Ares was the God of War. He would destroy her if he knew his secret life was threatened, or try to anyway. Zeus would never permit things to go that far. But she did not want an enemy in Ares so she replied’ “I don’t really think that this is a big deal. We all do things that we would like to be kept secret. How many of your human concubines or the slaves here are keeping secrets for you father?”

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.

Sia was her mother’s daughter alright. Five seven, big ol’ titties, narrow waist and a big ass. Just like her, built for one thing.

I hadn’t seen her, or anyone at all for years, even before the pandemic. My choice, most people piss me right off. But now she’s here on my doorstep, telling me my ex, her momma, had passed away and she had nowhere to go. She must have been desperate, to make it all the way out here in the boondocks.

I did the math in my head, she was an adult now. So my first impulse was to toss her back into the world. But damn, she was hot, looked just like her mom at that age. Sex on a stick. A bimbo. Built for one thing. And I was horny as hell.

“So, did you soak up your momma’s big city attitudes since I last saw you”? Which was when she was ten or eleven, almost ten years now. “What did she tell you about why she left? I got my version, I’d like to hear hers.”

“She said she had to or she would have gone crazy. Said the same thing every time I asked her about it. Which I took to mean you guys fought all the time.” Sia’s expressions were like her momma’s too which made her easy for me to read.

Her face was telling me she knew she was in a spot and that I had the upper hand. Well well. “That’s true as far as it goes, but that’s not what would have driven her crazy, or more crazy.” I gave my daughter a wicked smile and grabbed the growing bulge in my pants. “This is what was doing the job.”

Sia turned her head away in disgust. The truth can hurt, but the truth will set you free as well. I stepped up to her, grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her gently for a second. “You listen to me, dammit, I listened to you, didn’t I?” She still wouldn’t look at me. I took her hand and placed it on my jeans. She flinched. I could see her thinking; she was miles from any help and phone reception out here was awful, I outweighed her by a good fifty pounds and she was a spoiled city kid. I was in terrific shape from just surviving out here.

“Sia, look at me.” She finally did so, her face still set on ick. “See, your momma and me, we’re the same. You’ve seen how men react to her, she’s always got more than she can handle. Built for one thing.”

“But momma says that about you!” Sia gave me a triumphant look as if I’d made a huge mistake.

“That’s because it’s true.” My cock throbbed under my daughter’s hand. I know she could feel it’s heat, she was tracing the outlines in spite of herself. “And when your momma and I get together, well… imagine the unstoppable cock meets the insatiable cunt. We fuck up a storm but that was about it for our relationship.”

I could see Sia thinking about this new information. My cock was now at full erection, seven and a half inches, she was stroking it over my pants, gazing down on it as if she’d never seen a hard on before. Her breathing was getting fast and shallow. Suddenly she looked up at me as if she just became aware of what her hand had been doing. “Daddy, I…”

“It’s okay baby girl,” I said. “I know, I know. Why do you think I moved way the hell out here? You were starting to look so sexy already, your momma and I both decided it was best. See, when your momma and I got to fucking it was anything goes, and I mean anything.”

I had to look away for a second. “I told her that I’d take the blame, say whatever she wanted. I moved out here, it seemed best. Your momma isn’t the only woman out there who’s like, well, us.”

Sia took my hands off her shoulders and sat in a chair, thinking. Still looked just like her momma, I was getting nostalgic and horny, both. I gave her time, hard on or no hard on she deserved that much.

“Do we know for sure if I’m like momma?” Sia looked up at me. There was some hope in her face, I wished I knew for what? That she wasn’t? Or was?

“Well darling, we can’t know for sure unless we yabancı gaziantep escort try, am I right?” Now my breathing was getting faster, I knew which one I was hoping for.

Sia didn’t answer. She stood up and walked to the door. My heart sank. She locked it and turned to me, a big smile on her face. My heart rose again and so did my cock. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, freeing those magnificent tatas, she wasn’t wearing a bra, didn’t need one.

Her tits were perfect. Full and high on her chest, pink upturned nipples on puffy areolas, incredibly suckable. She’d been tanning. her nips and a tiny area around them was rosy pink in contrast to her caramel skin. I could just picture her ass and pussy, I bet myself she tanned in a thong.

“Daddy, why don’t we both get naked?” Sia asked. She was wiggling out of her tight shorts, rolling them down those generous hips. I don’t need to be asked twice. In a flash I had stripped, my cock waving before me like a banner. Sia couldn’t look away, suddenly I could smell her cunt; she was juicing just from imagining what that dick could do to her.

“Sia, oh my god,” I breathed reverently. My baby girl was an adult goddess. Somehow she was even sexier than her momma had been at that age. She was all curves, everything was high and tight, she was turning herself around to show me. That ass, just magnificent, full and round, like a Georgia peach, and I’d been right about the thong. There was a tiny pale vee over her shaved cunt. Just looking at her was like a shot of lust to the brain.

Sia came to me, plastered that amazing bod against mine and kissed me. Her lips were so soft. Our tongues played with each other, she was crushing those fabulous tits against me, my prick was pressed against her firm belly. I held her tight, my head swimming. We danced clumsily towards the couch, not wanting to let go for even a moment.

Our hands were in each other’s hair, Sia broke our kiss to lick and suck my neck and I crushed her to me, my hips pressing into her, grinding my hardness into her tummy. I moaned and began kissing her neck as well, sucking her earlobes made her grind her pelvis back at me.

I had no idea how we were still upright, our bodies were sliding against each other, hands and mouths everywhere, I cupped her ass and pulled her to me hard. We broke our kisses and looked into each other’s eyes. I don’t know what my adult daughter saw in mine, I saw a woman, all woman, built for one thing. Sex.

Sia lay back on the couch, legs spread for me, arms open, beckoning. She was gorgeous, licking her lips, hair a mess, pussy already wet. God I was in for it now, no escape from this tender trap. I went to her, straddled her lovely form, aching with need, dripping precum onto her tanned belly. We kissed again as I lowered myself onto her, into her, she was hot, so hot and tight.

Her heels dug into my back, pulling me further into her. This was so wrong. But oh god did it feel so good. It was like her cunt was made for my cock, we fit perfectly. She wasn’t a virgin and I was glad, we could get right to fucking like animals. I held myself tight against her womb, made my cock throb once. “Ready, hun?”

She came up and kissed me again, pulling me down against her and fucking her hips up at me. Her hard nipples dug into my chest as I pulled almost all the way out and hung there for a second, teasing my daughter, before slamming it back hard, going fast, pounding the fuck out of her pussy. And she was loving it. Fucking her hips right back at me.

She was wild. She rolled her hips in ways her mother never had, just fucking herself on my hardness, doing what it took to please Sia. And that was driving me insane as well. I was throbbing, pulsing in her cavity as we rutted, our lips locked together, hands clasped, sweat dripping.

Suddenly her back arched and she screamed gaziantep yabancı escort out, “Oh god!” as she came around my still pounding cock. Her legs clamped around me, she was vibrating like a plucked string, eyes screwed shut, face flushed. Her pussy was going insane on my meat, it was squeezing me like no one else’s ever had, the feeling was intense, indescribable. I kept giving it to her, drilling into her hard, her heels still locked around my ass.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” Sia panted, “shoot it in me, I want your cum.” Her hips were rocking me crazy, she stared into my eyes, challenging me. I was fucking her like a machine, it was so good, our bodies slapping, her cunny squishing and smelling like hot sex, those tits of hers wobbling under me, it was finally too much and I came with a roar.

“Take it! Ungh! Yes, yes, take your Daddy’s cum!” I grunted as I splashed my seed into my daughter’s willing cunt. I buried my dick in her to the hilt and held it there as I jetted spunk into her overflowing twat. My ass was clenched tight as a drum, I could feel my thick sperm as it shot up my cock and into my fuck machine of a daughter. She was grinding her pelvis into mine, her cunt was milking me, she was going to get every last drop.

I started pounding her again, fast short strokes and Sia came again. “Oh fuck Fuck FUCK ME! Oh God Daddy!” She was shaking, her orgasm was so intense, she clung to me like a doll as I thrust through the last of my own orgasm, cock still wicked hard. Her mouth was a perfect O as she stared at me, wonder in those pretty eyes. I was willing to bet she’s never been fucked like this before, her Daddy was showing her sides of herself she had no idea existed.

With a last, forceful thrust I finished and pulled out of my twenty year old daughter’s tight cunt. We were a mess; slick bellies, tangled hair, sweaty and panting. I thought she looked gorgeous. I was whipped for the moment but like I said, my cock was still hard, this wasn’t over yet.

“Oh my god, Daddy!” Sia said. Her voice was full of wonder. She was looking at me as if I had invented sex myself. “That was… I never… was it like that for you and momma?” She was reminding me powerfully of her mother after our first encounter; neither of us could believe what had happened then either.

“Sia, love… that was better.” I was having some trouble with this myself. Wanda, Sia’s mom, well I thought we went together like two spoons. Sia and I were like one set of pleasure nerves.

“What if that was just a one time thing?” she asked, sitting up and grabbing my hard on. Her hand fit around me perfectly. She squeezed me, tight. I think she knew, I think we both knew, that this was no one off. She swallowed nervously. “Daddy, that was insanely good sex, first time, right off the bat.”

I was having the same thought. What if we practiced every day, how good could our lovemaking get? I thought about that trout. I was hooked all right, I needed sex with my daughter again already and our sweat hadn’t even dried yet.

“Lay back, little one, let Daddy clean that pussy out.” Sia’s eyes lit up and she slid back, her legs wide open for her Daddy’s tongue. She was smooth as silk, must have just shaved this morning. Her labia were small, her clit huge, throbbing at me. She smelled like us, my cum and her juices were running down the crack of her ass, wetting her butthole, giving me ideas.

Leaning in I breathed on her first, close and hot. Sia moaned and humped her hips up at me. I grabbed her thighs and held her down as I traced the contours of her cunt. Flicking her clit, chewing those sweet labia, fucking her with my tongue as she tried to smash my head between those strong thighs. Finally I put my whole mouth on her clit and sucked, hard, as I shoved two fingers into her sopping pussy.

Sia came again for her Daddy, crying escort gaziantep yabancı out wordlessly, curling into herself as her thighs corded and shook. I rode her cunt like a bronco as she bucked under my chin. My tongue fucked in and out of her spasming snatch, traveled her taint and rimmed her butthole.

“God, Daddy! What are you doing? Oh yes, yes!” my daughter cried, squeezing her tits, pointing her toes, trying to clamp my ears together. I guess none of her previous men had eaten her out properly, I was too busy just them to explain. My cock was digging into the couch cushions, I needed some relief. Once her shaking had stopped I pulled her up for a quick kiss before pushing her head down to my crotch.

I lay back as my little girl knelt on the floor before me. She looked like a little slut, I could tell how eager she was to get me in her mouth. She grabbed the base and gave me another hard squeeze and I throbbed in her hand. I threw my head back and moaned. Sia learns quick, she bathed my cock with her hot breath just as I had done to her pussy. Her tongue darted out and found that one spot and flicked it and I shuddered with delight.

She kept hold of the base as she worked my cock-head, giving me a squeeze every now and then, keeping all the blood in, making me super sensitive. She had sucked just the head into her lips and was running her pointed tongue all over the head and into my cum slit. At last she sucked the first four inches of my dick into her hot mouth and I groaned in ecstasy.

I fought to keep from grabbing her head and just fucking her face, god she was good, I could tell she was wanting my cum in her mouth, she was going after me with everything she had. Her tongue was swirling in ways I would swear were impossible, her head began bobbing up and down, she was fitting more of my shaft in each time.

“Baby, up here, look at me, I want you to ride your Daddy’s cock, understand? Get up on me now, I need that pussy.” She let me go with a plop and climbed into my lap at once, just as eager for another fuck as her Daddy. How could I want her so bad again so soon? She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me as I guided my dick into her sopping puss.

This time I slid in easily, she was still as tight, just more slick from our juices. Her cunt was still incredible, my dick felt like it was in a custom-made pussy every time. Her sweet bottom nestled perfectly in my lap, our mouths were already busy as she squeezed me with her cunt muscles. I throbbed back at her with my cock as we made out, joined at the crotch, hungry for each other’s bodies.

I grabbed those tits and squeezed, pinching her nipples between my fingers, she moaned into my open mouth as we kissed. She lifted her hips and dropped on me, thumping my cock deep inside her, pressing the head against her womb. Once she was where she wanted to be she started shifting those hips around, rolling them like waves around my cock, twitching her hips back and forth, grinding our pelvises together.

God, it was fantastic. My daughter, my little girl, fucking me, fucking me like no one else ever, not even her momma. My cock felt gigantic in her, all my senses were focusing there, I was a throbbing cock being ridden by the best cunt ever, Sia was kissing my neck, holding onto me as she came again and again, sobbing into my chest, I thrust up into her hot hole once, twice, three times and I came again, crushing my daughter to me, holding her dear form as we rode our orgasms together for the first time.

Once we quieted I hugged her tight. We were still joined, I thought it appropriate. Sia’s chin was on my shoulder, I wondered what she was thinking.

“So, Sia. What now? Do you still want to live here with me? Knowing there’s no one else for miles, it’s a difficult life here, and you’re still pretty young.” I wanted her here with all my heart, now, but I was being honest, it’s not easy living where I live.

She pulled back and looked at me, smiling. Gave me a quick kiss and said, “I want to live here, with you, Dad.” Hugged me tight. I admit, I was a bit choked up. Going from being alone at breakfast to having, well it was almost like having her momma back but better. Sia was her own person and I looked forward to reconnecting with her now. In all sorts of ways…

The End

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J’avais été appelé pour une fuite d’eau chez des particuliers et j’eu le souffle coupé quand j’arrivais devant la superbe villa. Les propriétaires avait les moyens visiblement. L’homme qui m’ouvrit la porte avait la soixantaine bien tassé. Il était petit, bedonnant, les cheveux blancs impeccablement coiffés. Il respirait le luxe. Il me désigna la salle de bains à l’étage sans m’accompagner.

— Ma femme est en haut, elle se prépare, nous avons un diner ce soir, si vous pouviez vous dépêcher du reste.

Je lui assurais que j’allais faire le maximum.

Je grimpais les escaliers et cherchais la salle de bains. J’aperçu une porte entr’ouverte et m’avançais. Je vis une silhouette et je compris qu’il devait s’agir de l’épouse. J’allais signaler ma présence quand je réalisais qu’elle était à moitié nu..Elle déambulait dans sa chambre uniquement vêtu d’un soutien-gorge qui contenait avec peine une volumineuse poitrine. Elle devait avoir dans les 55/60 ans mais avait encore une belle silhouette. Son string moulait ses fesses de façon indécente. J’eu aussitôt une trique d’enfer et ne pus m’empêcher de continuer à jouer les voyeurs. La bourgeoise avait un air très distinguée, très XVIème. Elle était blonde, les lèvres mince, les yeux clairs. Elle fixa autour de sa taille une ceinture porte-jarretelles.Elle s’assit sur son lit et commença à enfiler avec grâce une paire de bas qu’elle fixa au porte-jarretelles ; Je ne salive pas mais presque. J’ai la bouche sèche. Je pose ma main sur mon sexe dur comme l’acier coincé dans mon pantalon. La femme se relève et s’observe un instant dans la glace puis elle enfile une paire de hauts talons. Elle disparut soudain de ma vue et je fus déçu. Je continuais à chercher la salle de bains que je trouvais finalement au bout du couloir. Je posais ma sacoche a terre et commençait à sortir mes outils. Encore perturbé par ce que je venais de voir.

A genoux sous le lavabo, je reparais la fuite quand une exclamation me fit me retourner. C’était l’épouse qui me regardait un peu surprise.

— kumral gaziantep escort Mais…Qui êtes vous ?

Etant donné que j’étais à genoux sous le lavabo, je trouvais la question un peu bête mais enfin.Je lui sortis mon sourire le plus charmeur et lui dis que j’étais le plombier et que je n’avais pas osé la déranger.

— Oh.Vous auriez pu…Me lança t’elle.

Si j’avais su.

Elle était superbe. Elle avait des jambes encore fines malgré son âge. Gainées de bas noirs, elles émergeaient d’une jupe droite en satin. Elle n’était pas très grande malgré la hauteur de ses talons aiguilles.

Elle me demanda si elle pouvait se maquiller et je lui assurais que oui. Je retournais sous mon lavabo pendant qu’elle se positionnait juste a coté de moi.Un vrai supplice de Tantale. Du coin de l’oeil, j’apercevais ses jambes.En me penchant, je pouvais même voire sous sa jupe. Allonger à terre pour être plus à l’aise, je la mate sans vergogne. Elle fit tomber son rouge à lèvres et s’accroupit juste sous mon nez pour le ramasser.me donnant l’occasion, (involontaire ou pas ?) de mater sous sa jupe. J’aperçus la peau blanche au dessus des bas et de nouveau j’eu une érection. Mon sexe est tendue à me faire mal.Elle se relève et se pencha pour attraper je ne sais quoi m’enjambant, ce qui me donna de nouveau l’occasion de mater sous sa jupe.N’en pouvant plus, Je me relevais soudain la dévisageant. Elle me regarda une lueur interrogative dans les yeux.

— Qui a-t-il ?

Sans rien dire, je lui plaquais mes mains sur ses fesses et la collait à moi.

— Mais enfin ! Jeune homme ! protesta-t-elle…

Je lui malaxais son cul à travers sa jupe que je relevais dévoilant le porte-jarretelles. Je la retournais la courbant sur le lavabo. Elle poussa un petit cri mais ne hurla pas pour prévenir son mari qui est en bas. Ce qui m’encouragea à continuer. J’écartais la fragile étoffe du string et lui léchais la vulve avec ma langue.Elle poussa un gémissement. Soufflant gaziantep kumral escort comme un boeuf, je sortis mon sexe épais et m’enfonçais directement dans son ventre.Elle sursauta et balbutia :

— Non… Non… Mon mari va…

Elle poussa un petit cri. Les mains crispées sur ses hanches, je la pilonne avec vigueur…Mon ventre va claquer contre ses fesses. Les yeux hagard, elle me regarde à travers la glace. Je fais des allers-retours dans son con, la besognant comme un fou.Elle halète la bouche ouverte. Ses mains sont crispées sur le lavabo. Elle se mord les lèvres. Je sortais mon sexe luisant et obligeant cette si distinguée bourgeoise à s’agenouiller à mes pieds, je lui présentais ma bite devant sa bouche.Elle se recula, secouant la tête.

— Non…

Je lui agrippais les cheveux et m’enfonçait dans sa bouche.Elle eut un hoquet et commença à me sucer la queue. Sa tête faisant des va et vient. Je regarde, triomphant, ma bite coulisser entre ses lèvres. J’appuie plus fermement sur sa tête pour bien m’enfoncer dans cette bouche si accueillante et elle poussa un gémissement. Elle recula cherchant à reprendre sa respiration et je lui agrippais de nouveau les cheveux la forçant à me reprendre dans sa bouche.

— Chérie, mais qu’est ce que tu fabriques.On va finir par être en retard.

Le mari s’impatiente.Elle voulut se relever, affolée, une lueur de panique dans le regard.

Pervers, je lui pris le bras et l’entrainais malgré ses protestations chuchotées dans le couloir. Je la courbais sur la rambarde de l’escalier qui menait au salon.on entend la télévision, les infos ont commencé et d’où je suis, j’aperçois les pieds du mari cocu sans doute assis dans le canapé. Elle tente de se dégager et je lui donne un petite claque sur les fesses. Je m’enfonce de toute ma longueur en elle. Les mains posées sur la rambarde, elle répond à mes coups de reins en ondulant. Elle pousse des gémissements. Je suis complètement excité par cette situation. gaziantep kumral escort bayan De savoir que le mari peut nous surprendre à tout moments.Je la bourre frénétiquement, la défonçant.

— Petite salope, tu n’attendais que ca…lui lançais-je voulant l’insulter.

Elle se retourna, haletante.

— Oui.Oui.Je vous ai vu quand vous m’observiez.

J’accélérais mes coups de reins, faisant tressauter ses fesses.Elle ouvrit la bouche sur un cri muet…

— Vas-y.Baise moi salaud ! Défonce-moi.

— Qu’est ce que tu dis ma chérie ?

La pistonnant toujours, je lui ordonne de répondre à son époux.

Elle bafouilla, légèrement essoufflée :

— Je suis bientôt prête mon amour.J’arrive.

De nouveau, je l’entrainais ailleurs.Dans sa chambre. Je l’allongeais sur le lit et lui relevais les jambes à la verticale, je la pénétrais de nouveau. Ma queue s’enfonce dans son ventre. Elle secoue la tête de droite à gauche, gémissant. Un orgasme la fit crier et elle mordit sa main pour étouffer ses cris. Je n’en avais pas encore fini avec elle.J’avais envie d’humilier cette superbe bourgeoise salope. Je la positionnais à quatre pattes sur la moquette de sa chambre.Je dégageais ses seins de son soutien-gorge, les malaxant au passage. et pointais mon sexe contre l’ouverture de ses reins. Elle se retourna le regard affolée :

— Non…Non…me supplia t’elle, je ne l’ai jamais fait.

Cet aveu m’excita encore plus. Je m’introduisis dans son anus et elle poussa un cri que j’étouffais en la bâillonnant avec ma main. Je commençais à m’agiter dans ses reins tout doucement pour lui permettre de s’habituer puis de plus en plus rapidement. Ses seins ballottent dans tout les sens, j’accélère la cadence. Mon sexe s’enfonce dans le cul de cette bourgeoise, à quatre pattes par terre, prise comme une chienne. A quelques mètres de son mari.Elle gémit sans discontinuer.N’arrivant plus à me retenir, je dégage mon sexe et éjacule sur le dos de la blonde qui s’affale à terre, respirant lourdement. Elle se releva voulant se diriger vers la salle de bains pour se nettoyer mais je lui interdis de le faire.

— Non ! Tu vas aller comme ca à ta soirée, avec mon foutre sur ton cul. Tu sentiras le sperme.

Elle rougit violemment mais ne dis rien.

— Je reviendrai demain…Invente un truc pour ton mari et tache de l’éloigner.J’emmènerais des potes.Avec une salope comme toi, y faut des renforts…

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If you haven’t read parts 1 and 2 of The Lancaster Twins, please do so before reading this. This is part of a series that I have submitted before. They have been taken down and revamped a bit.

Jennifer awoke thinking about what had happened the day before — she and Jackson had taken one of their infamous walks, he had given her oral sex, she had later given her first blow job, and then, best of all, they had made love — they had fucked! — again. Unlike last time, however, she wasn’t wracked with guilt. The guilt was crowded out by her body’s craving for her brother. It was a new feeling for her. She had been horny, sure, thousands of times, but she had never felt like this. She knew that all of the sexual activity of the day before should have left her sated, but it hadn’t. It was like her inner sexual being had been awakened. She felt sexy. She felt attractive and sensuous – and she liked it.

She turned over and saw that it was only 6:30. She usually got up around 7, but her parents pretty much let her sleep as long as she wanted, within reason. She knew that her dad was probably already out on the farm tending to the hundreds of daily chores that are part of a farmer’s life. ‘He’s so sexy!’ she thought, and wondered why her mind had gone there. Jackson usually got up before her, but she hadn’t heard him in the bathroom. She needed to shower, so maybe she could get it before he got up.

Entering the bathroom, she noticed that Jackson’s door was open, so she peeked in and saw that he was still asleep. She closed the door quietly, but, unlike usual, did not lock it. After yesterday, why did it even matter? She brushed her teeth and then removed her clothes to shower. As she showered, she heard him come in and take a leak. She heard him brushing his teeth, then he opened the sliding glass shower door and stepped in. Before yesterday, this would have been unthinkable. But today, it excited her. He was gloriously naked and she proudly displayed her young, ripe body to him, knowing how much he loved it.

The twins immediately started kissing and running their hands over each other’s bodies. Jackson’s cock was already fully engorged. It was beautiful! Jackson massaged and kissed his sister’s bountiful breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. He knew that she loved having her breasts massaged and sucked and licked and, besides her face, he found them to be the most gorgeous part of her body. Jennifer soaped his cock and balls as she fed him her tits, moaning and encouraging him the entire time.

Jackson had been more than a little worried that his sister would be having guilt pangs, as she did last time. As much as she obviously enjoyed their incestuous behavior of the day before, she had had the night to think about it. He was surprised when she had welcomed him into the shower and even more surprised that she was taking up where they left off the night before.

Jennifer squatted and took him into her mouth. She loved his cock, now, and was starved for more of his cum. She attacked it so eagerly that Jackson had to warn her about her teeth. She still couldn’t get but a little over half of his swollen cock into her mouth, but she intended to work on that. After a few minutes, Jackson stopped her. They quickly dried off and she led him to her bed.

Jackson knelt to kiss her between her legs, but Jennifer, fearing that she might be closer to her time of the month than she thought, stopped him. She was due to start in 3 or 4 days. She knew she should explain all of this to Jackson. She made a mental note to talk to him later, when she wasn’t so consumed with lust. She urged him to suck her breasts and kiss her mouth. She loved wallowing naked with her twin brother!

“Big brother,” she whispered as she bit his ear, playfully, “Do you want to cum in my mouth or… down there?”

“Both!” he said, eagerly as he kissed her sweet lips again.

“Can you?” she queried.

“I think so. If not, we can save one for later, right?” He couldn’t believe that she was as ardent for this as he was.

“I want to drink your cum, Big Brother,” she said lustily as she stroked his cock while getting on all fours. She kissed his dick all over, then licked his hairy nuts, her saliva wetting them. She was so hungry for her brother’s cock that her mouth was watering copiously. She licked his swollen penis wetly, then swiped her wet tongue around the angry, purple glans, causing Jackson to shudder with pleasure.

As she opened her mouth and allowed several inches of her twin brother’s penis into her mouth, he cried, “Oh, Little Sister, you’re so good to your big brother. Suck that thing!”

Jennifer removed it from her mouth and, continuing to stroke it slowly, she grinned and asked, “That thing? What is it you want me to suck, BIG brother?” She emphasized “big” as she made an expression of awe as she gazed at his cock.

“Suck my cock! Suck your brother’s cock! Oh, Jen, that feels so FUCKING good!”

Jennifer alternately sucked and licked, loving the feel of şahinbey escort her tongue as it swiped around his corona, not to mention the look on his face and the groans of pleasure. “Can I have your cum, Big Brother?” she begged, then slipped her mouth back onto his thick organ.

“Ohhhh, I am about to cum. You’re so gooooooooood!” he cried as streams of white, hot sperm erupted from his balls into his sister’s greedy mouth.

“MMMMMMMM,” she moaned as his warm cum shot onto her tongue. It was a bigger load than last evening, so she took it out and received a long, ropey, wad of cum across her face. “MMMMM!” she moaned again as she licked at his spewing cock, taking as much as she could in her mouth and allowing the rest to shoot on her face.

“I’m sorry, Jen. I didn’t mean to do it in your face!” he apologized.

“Are you kidding?” she gasped, wiping some of it off with her hand, then licking off of her fingers. “I think that’s HOT — as long as it doesn’t get in my eyes,” she laughed. She reached for some Kleenex and wiped the remaining cum from her face. She smiled. “I love that stuff! Isn’t that slutty? And perverse?”

“Well, I don’t know,” he puzzled, as she came to lay on his chest. “I think we like perverse, don’t we? But I’ll never, ever think of you as slutty.”

“I don’t care if you call me slutty,” she teased. “I think I’m a slut for you. I’m a cum-slut, don’t you think?”

“I am not used to you using profanity, but it’s sexy! You little slut!” he laughed as he kissed her again.

She pressed her face into his neck, loving the feeling of lying here naked with him. She whispered, “I need it.”

“Need what, Sis?” he asked, seriously.

“I need you to fucking FUCK me!” she said. “You’ve turned me into a slut and I can’t get enough of it!” she enthused.

Jackson’s cock was content for the moment. As much as he wanted it to spring back to life immediately, his sister had drained him. He knew it wouldn’t take long, though. Not with his gorgeous, naked sister, around. “Lay on your back, Jen,” he urged.

She rolled off of him, as instructed. “Now, play with them while I watch,” he whispered.

Jennifer hefted her boobs, holding them, as if displaying them for him. “Do you like them, Jackie?”

“Fuck!! You’re the sexiest girl on the planet!” he said as she began to massage them and tweak them.

“They love you, Jackie!” she teased. “They think about you all the time. They have for years, but they were too shy to let you know. Now you know, don’t you? Suck them, please?”

Jackson complied. He gently licked and then sucked each nipple as his sexy twin sister moaned and urged him on. He knew that his cock was hardening again, and that soon he would penetrate her sweet pussy and make love to her.

He moved between her legs and rubbed the crown of his cock on her incredibly wet pussy lips, then on her throbbing clit. “Oh, honey, that’s so goooood!” she cried. “Put it in me?”

Jackson guided his thick truncheon to her opening and, as she opened her legs wide and pulled her knees back, he began to glide into her slick, wet, welcoming pussy. She gazed into his face and moaned, “Ohhhhhhhhh I wish you knew how good that feels. Ohhhhhhhhhh I’m cumming already!” She moved her body under him as he pushed himself into her depths. His balls lay on her butt.

Fireworks went off inside Jennifer’s head. How could it be this good? No wonder people got addicted to sex! She knew she couldn’t stop. Not after she had tasted the forbidden fruit. She loved her brother, and she loved sex.

Jackson began to pull his cock out, slowly, and then thrusting it back in. It felt wonderful! He knew that he would soon fill his sister’s eager snatch with more of his seed. He looked down at the lust-inciting sight of his sex-goddess twin sister, spread open for him, her knees pulled back to give him total access to her beautiful body, her swollen, perfect breasts pointing upward, her nipples as hard as diamonds, her face the most beautiful he had ever seen. He picked up his pace as he thought about how delightful it would be to impregnate this beautiful woman, to have his children by her. The thought sent shudders of pure lust through him.

Jennifer wrapped her legs around her brother, pushing herself up at him as he continued to stroke in and out of her wet cunt, every stroke sending bolts of pleasure through her body. This was fucking! She loved it! “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted in a sultry, yet insistent voice. “Ohhhh, Jackson that is SOOO GOOOD. Cum in me! Fuck your little slut sister!”

“I am…” he gasped, “CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGG!!!” He felt his nuts spasm, shooting a surprising amount of his man-seed into her grasping cunt.

“UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried. Her orgasm washed over her as she grasped his ass cheeks and pulled him into her. “Ohhhhhhh, Baby, oh baby, ohhhhhh, it’s sooooo goooood!” she moaned as her climax slowly abated. “Do me again!” she escort şahinbey begged.

“I…” he muttered, “I can’t!” he said, apologetically as his sister reached her hand between them and began to play with her clit.

“Suck my tits!” she demanded as she continued to diddle herself. “Kiss me!!”

Jackson alternating between sucking and licking her breasts and tongue fucking her mouth until she squealed, “Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!” She arched her back and pulled his hair, pushed his head into her breasts.

Jackson rolled off of her, both of them sweating and gasping and panting for air. Suddenly he noticed the clock. “It’s 9 o’clock, Jen! I’m supposed to be helping Dad!” He quickly jumped up, leaving her floating in the afterglow.

Later that day, Jennifer explained to Jackson about her “rhythm”. She was very regular, she told him, so she knew exactly when she was likely to get pregnant and when she couldn’t. They had done it when she was about to have her period, so she couldn’t get pregnant. She explained to him that she didn’t want to take a risk by having unprotected sex, except during the “safe” days, which were immediately before or after her period. They agreed that they didn’t like the idea of having sex while it was her time of the month. She also told him that he could either buy some protection or they would just have to settle for oral sex. That didn’t sound like a bad bargain to either of them.

Later that week, Jennifer had gone into town to run some errands for her mother. Shana had been weeding her flower beds and had gotten quite dirty, so needed a shower. She could hear the tractor in the distance and knew that Jackson and Tom were working together. She thought nothing of leaving the door open to her bedroom and bathroom to take a shower. Nobody was around and she always thought it a bit naughty, and thrilling, to take a shower with the door open. You never knew for sure! She couldn’t have known that a part had broken on some farm equipment and that Tom had told Jackson to go to the Tractor Supply and get the part.

Jackson hurried to the house to get the keys to his Jeep. As he entered the house he heard the water running in the direction of his parents’ bedroom. His mother was playing her favorite country music radio station, so was unlikely to hear him. Thinking he would tell his mom he was there so he wouldn’t startle her, he walked into their room, realizing by now that the door to the bathroom, which was located inside their bedroom, was ajar. He stealthily peeked around the corner and saw his mother’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was undressing for her shower! She was wearing a soil-stained blouse and shorts, but she was pulling her shorts down.

‘Whoa’, he thought, ‘what a nice ass!’ Then she was removing her blouse, leaving her standing in only her panties and bra. As his cock hardened he thought about how similar in build she was to Jennifer, except that his mother’s breasts were a bit bigger. Before that thought left his mind, she had taken her bra off, revealing her huge, D-cup, breasts. Jackson couldn’t believe how they stood out on her chest — as if they were fake boobs, but they obviously were not. He was now fully hard, and anxious to see her take her panties down, which she immediately did, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. He could see well enough to see her labia and her clit peeking out. She looked good enough to eat. He was dying to suck on her breasts!

His mother then entered the shower and pulled the curtain. He was sure that the show was over, so hastily went upstairs to put a shirt on and to grab his keys. As he came down, he decided to take one more peek. She was still in the shower, so he turned to go, but then heard the water stop. He carefully peeked around and saw his mother draw back the curtain and reveal her mature, but very young looking, body. ‘What a woman!’ he thought as his cock lurched again. He longed to take it out and stroke it as he watched.

Shana had detected his presence as soon as he entered her bedroom, even before she got in the shower. She thought at first that it was Tom, but glancing at the mirror, she realize that it was Jackson. She would give him a show. Later she would masturbate, thinking about how hot it was that her own son was interested enough to watch her. She expected him to be gone when she got back out of the shower, but soon realized that he was still there, or had come back for more. She slowly toweled herself dry, making sure to angle her body so that Jackson would be able to see it well. She hefted her large breasts and examined them in the mirror. She bent over so that her ass would be reflected in the mirror. She carefully examined her trimmed pussy to make sure that it was dry AND to make sure that Jackson got an eyeful! She sincerely hoped that he loved what he saw.

Jackson knew that his dad would be upset if he lingered too long, so he tore himself away from the luscious sight of his gorgeous mother şahinbey escort bayan and ran the errand for his dad. His cock stayed hard the rest of the day, thinking about how he would love to do to her what he had been doing to his twin sister. It would be different, of course. He had no romantic feelings toward his mother, but he knew he was deeply in love with his sister. Still, the taboo of being with his mother in a sexual way was a huge turn on to him.

*****

Jennifer felt like a new person — as if she were possessed. She decided that her wardrobe was entirely too “frumpy” as her mother called it. She was young; she was pretty; she had a great body; what was the harm in showing it off just a little bit? She told her mother one day that she wanted some new clothes before she started to college, which was coming up in just a few weeks. Shana was excited to go with her daughter shopping, so they set a date the following week.

Shana was quite surprised, and happy, at the things that Jennifer picked out. She didn’t pick things that were particularly risqué, but they were more like what most teenagers wore. She bought some blouses and dresses that accentuated her bust, and a couple of them revealed a daring bit of cleavage. She bought a tight “party” dress that was almost scandalous, compared to what Jennifer usually wore. She even bought some sexier underwear and a nightie. Jennifer said that perhaps it was time to wear something other than an old tee shirt to sleep in, particularly since she had outgrown them and they only came down to her crotch.

That night happened to be one of Jackson’s softball games. Jennifer decided she would put on her new nightie and see what her parents thought. It was exceptionally short, not much longer than the tee shirts that she usually wore, and it was translucent. It also showed a great deal of her breasts. She realized that it was probably more revealing than what she had been wearing, but it was very pretty and very sexy. Of course Mom didn’t know, but she was buying it for Jackson’s benefit. She decided that Daddy needed to see it, too. She was sure that he didn’t view her in a sexual way, but she liked the idea of her Daddy realizing how his little girl had grown. He would be proud!

She bounded down stairs in her new nightie. Her mother happened to be in the bathroom when she entered. Her dad looked her over. She knew he was checking her out and she knew it wasn’t totally in a dad-like way. It excited her. “How do you like it, Daddy?” she asked as she jumped in his lap.

Tom saw most of her young, firm, tit-flesh, revealed by the skimpy nightie and felt his daughter’s sexy body wallowing in his lap. His cock began to harden immediately. What he wouldn’t give for an hour with his beloved daughter, alone, and naked. He would teach her some life lessons that she would never forget — and he would do it the right way, not like some old rough, inexperienced boy was likely to do. “It’s adorable,” he managed. “But don’t you dare run around in this when your brother is around. He may be your brother, but he’s a man. It’s a bit revealing, don’t you think?”

Jennifer actually laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Okay, Daddy. It’ll just be for me and you!” she teased, causing Tom to moan under his breath. “You think I look good in it?” She jumped up and turned around, displaying her barely-clad body to him. As Tom gazed at the lust-inciting sight of his daughter, he was already planning for the good time, role-playing, that he and Shana would have later.

“You look nearly as good as your mother!” he gushed. That was the highest praise he could possibly give any woman, he reflected.

She jumped in his lap again and kissed his cheek. She felt shameless and she was getting turned on, knowing that her Dad was loving what he was seeing. She wished she could show him everything — be totally naked and show him her body. She knew he would like it and she knew that it would turn her on to show him. These kinds of thoughts would have never entered her mind a few weeks ago, but now that she was having sex, with her twin brother, no-less, sex never left her mind for long. She had come to realize that she was a very sexy young woman and that she liked male attention. She continued to sit in her dad’s lap, realizing by now that he was hard and she was wishing she could see it, wishing she could suck it, wishing she could lay down and beg him to give her what Jackson had been giving her. That would be delightful! She would so love to get a taste of her Daddy’s cum, too!

Just then Shana walked in. “Well, are you showing Daddy your new nightie, Sweetie? Don’t you love her new nightie, Tom?”

Jennifer jumped up, afraid that her mother might find it inappropriate for her to be sitting in her father’s lap, particularly wearing such a revealing piece of clothing. Much to her surprise, however, Shana asked her if she wanted to watch America’s Got Talent with them. She agreed and flopped down next to her dad.

“You looked so sweet in his lap, Jen. I think he liked it. You’re his little girl. Go ahead and sit in his lap if you want!”

Tom gave Shana a look that would melt butter, but his daughter was already settling herself in his lap, aware that her skimpy panties were quite visible and hoping that her parents wouldn’t detect that she was wet with arousal.

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It was Frank’s first big office party since joining this firm, and he was excited to be in a social setting with his boss and his new co-workers. I could tell it was important to him, so I wanted to dress to impress. I went with a red wrap around dress that ties around the neck, then drapes across the front of my body, with a very low back, and ending about mid-thigh. It was the type of dress you simply can’t wear underwear with, so I didn’t.

I’m reasonably attractive for mid-30’s, and fairly well endowed, with a 34DD bust and narrow waist, which tends to make my tits look even bigger. Wearing this dress allowed them to bob and sway under the sheer material when I walked, which is sexy as hell and definitely makes the room take notice.

We arrived at Frank’s boss’ house and the party was well underway. After initial introductions to his boss, Ben, and several co-workers, Frank began working the room while I stood slightly off the side and enjoyed watching people enjoy themselves and each other at the party.

After about 15 minutes, Ben slid up next to me and began chatting me up with his arm casually draped across my shoulder. As we talked, he let his arm slip down to my waist, and then gradually slide down to my ass. I noticed, but didn’t react, as I wanted to impress Frank’s boss and help his standing in the new firm. Ben took this as encouragement, and began softly squeezing my ass cheeks while we continued our small talk.

About 5 minutes later, Ben unobtrusively slipped his hand back up toward my waist…. But he didn’t stop there. His hand continued up to the side of my dress and slipped inside, caressing the side of my right boob. Again, I didn’t react, and – again, taking this as encouragement – he began massaging my right tit, occasionally pulling on the nipple, which was making it rigid and sensitive, and getting the juices flowing between my legs.

We continued our small talk, chatting about Ben’s firm and Frank’s new role, while Ben’s hand worked its magic on my tit. After a few minutes of this, Ben took his hand out from the side of my dress. I was surprised at my level of disappointment, yaşlı escort but he had definitely gotten my engine running, and removing his hand seemed to be shifting me into a lower gear.

To my surprise, Ben didn’t completely remove his hand, he merely shifted it down to the back of my dress, and while we continued to stand off the side, chatting and watching the party around us, he reached under my dress and found my dripping cun. After rubbing around the edges of my pussy lips for a minute or two, he slid 2 fingers into my wet pussy. He started slowly stroking them in and out of my pussy, which made our small talk much more challenging, and our attempt to appear like two casual party observers almost impossible. But we were pulling it off so far, as no one seemed to pay us any attention while we stood off to the side, smiling and “chatting”.

I searched the party crowd for Frank, and saw him shaking hands and smiling broadly as he continued interacting and laughing with his co-workers. Our eyes met briefly, and we raised our respective glasses in a virtual salute to let each other know that we were good and enjoying ourselves. Frank went quickly back to his socializing, and I went back to enjoying the sensation of Ben’s two fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy.

After 3-4 minutes of this, Ben found my clit with one of his fingers and began rubbing it methodically. I nearly fell over, as the sensation rocked my body, making it hard to stand. But I remained standing, and smiling, and “chatting”, as Ben continued his attention on my clit. Almost imperceptibly, Ben quickened his pace, and within seconds I felt an orgasm rip through my body. Ben’s hand, still busy between my legs, helped hold me up, and I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy the climax. I quickly opened them again, and took another sip of my drink to continue our “chatting” charade, as my pussy juices leaked down the side of my leg and Ben slowed his rubbing, before removing his hand from my drenched cunt.

As I took the final sip of wine left in my glass, Ben suggested we freshen both our drinks at the gaziantep yaşlı escort wet bar sitting off to the side of the room. I agreed, and we walked around the edge of the party crowd – me, on wobbly legs – and stepped behind the wet bar where the wine and other liquor was sitting. The bar was nearly chest high to me. Even with heels on, I was only about 5’6’’, but my tits remained visible to anyone looking in our direction.

We stepped behind the wet bar just as Molly approached it and asked if we could pour her a glass of white wine. Ben said “of course….I’ll grab you a glass from the overhead cupboard”. He was directly behind me, and as he leaned forward and reached just over my head to get the wine glass, I felt an enormous presence between my still dripping pussy lips. With very little effort it slipped easily into my panty-less pussy, and I realized immediately that Ben was using the motion of reaching for the wine glass to impale me on his huge erection. I managed to keep my elbows on the wet bar counter, and my smile in place, although I’m my eyebrows shot up a bit.

Ben took the glass from the overhead cupboard, and handed it to me, and stood quietly behind me, with his massive cock still pushed up inside me, while I poured Molly her glass of wine.

After Molly left we stayed in this relatively benign position while Ben, still slightly behind me, slowly slid his cock into and out of my sopping wet pussy. To the casual observer we were just watching the group of partiers and sipping our drinks. But behind the wet bar Ben’s rigid prick was filling my pussy walls and hitting every spot inside my cunt, including my clit. I could feel an orgasm building, and I had to fight the urge to pick up the pace and push back on his gently thrusts. Within a few seconds, a climax was again exploding through my body, sending tingling sensations up through my torso, and reaching the tips of my nipples. Again, my knees became wobbly, but this time I was held up by Ben’s huge dick, and his continued slow thrusts from behind.

As I was enjoying the ebbing after-effects of gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan my orgasm, I felt Ben gently thrust his massive cock deep into my dripping pussy and hold it there while he shot his hot load of cum inside me. He thrust four more times, holding each thrust for a few seconds, while he emptied his ball sack into my awaiting pussy.

Still we maintained our façade of chatting and people watching, with me leaning my elbows on the wet bar counter, and Ben standing slightly behind me, both sipping our drinks and smiling.

When Ben was finished unloading his cum into me, I could feel his huge cock begin to soften and pull out of my cunt. As it plopped out of me, I could feel our juices dripping out of my pussy onto the floor between my legs. I unobtrusively spilled my drink by my feet, then took some napkins from the bar top, and bent down behind the bar to wipe it up. While I was bent down, I began wiping up the wine, as well as the mess that had dripped out of my pussy. While wiping up, I got my first look at Ben’s massive cock….. it was huge!! Even flaccid, it was easily 9” long and extremely thick. I used my lips and tongue to lick it clean from our juices, then gently stroked it with my hand as I pulled out every last drop of his cum. Finally, I gave it a quick kiss on the mushroom head, and then slipped it back into his slacks and zipped him up.

I tossed the paper towels into the trash can behind the wet bar, and then stood up next to Ben, where we both resumed our natural position of watching the party and “chatting”. The party carried on, not even noticing us, nor the tryst that we had undertaken, and with kisses on cheeks, everyone went home that night none-the-wiser.

The following week, Frank came home from work to tell me he had been assigned to an out of state project that would require him to have a local apartment and to stay there during the week, but he would be able to come home on weekends. It would only be for about 6 months, and it should lead to a nice promotion, once completed.

I was happy for him, and us, but I suspected there was more to this than a simple project assignment. Two days after Frank had left to begin his project, the doorbell rang around dinner time, and I opened it to find Ben in my doorway. I have to admit, I wasn’t surprised, but I was definitely pleased. I opened the door for him to come on in ….. but that’s another story.

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In the comforts of his home, we watched a movie on his couch after spending the day together. I cuddled up next to him, craving physical attention. We’d been friends, but this was the first time we hung out in person, and there seemed to be tension building between us- the good kind- but neither one of us was ready to break it.That is until he wrapped an arm around me and looked into my eyes. Somehow, we were both on the same page because they were welcomed when his lips met mine. I lightly sucked his lower lip and traced my finger along his arm that wasn’t around Porno 64

me. With a slight push from him, I fell back on the couch seat with him on top of me. As our kisses increased with passion, his chest pressed against mine, and his hands held my head and waist. I wrapped a leg around him to pull him tighter against my hips, and I heard his slight gasp in response. He looked down at my chest and moved his hand from my waist up my torso under my shirt until he grabbed my left breast. His thumb lightly teased my nipple to make it stand up Konulu Porno and poke through my shirt when he moved his hand away. He lifted my crop top just over my tits and grabbed one of them once more.I pulled my lips away from his and lightly sucked on his ear. After a second, I blew on it and heard a sigh from him. I brought my leg closer to his body and slightly moved my knee-length skirt upward.As soon as he saw my bare thigh, he squeezed and dug his nails into it, which felt incredible. He lifted his grip and moved his hand Porno İndir closer to my underwear, rubbing up and down gently. He took them off me and laid them on my chest. I grabbed them and immediately noticed the wet spot I’d left from the foreplay, and then I threw them behind me, on my bag. With only the tip of his finger, he slipped between my labia and probed my opening. I sighed with relief from the slight touch. He only kept the fingertip in while he began licking my neck, which made me moan more. But hearing my heavy breathing and moans right next to his ear wasn’t enough. He introduced a second finger and slid both as far as they could go inside me. I bore down with an even louder moan that was music to his ears.“I can’t believe how wet and tight you are. I bet I can’t get more than three fingers in,” he murmured in my ear.

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(For an introduction to the characters in this story, please read “When Three Wasn’t A Crowd” in the Loving Wives category.)

Our life went on after our first threesome as if it hadn’t even happened. We continued to make love three or four times a week, and went to the nudist camp or nude beach once or twice a month.

Denise was still willing to show her body in whatever way I asked, keeping me always thinking about how next to let some lucky guy or guys see the natural beauty of her maturing body. When I was a young man in college still looking for my first sexual experience, I had been quite sure I needed to score as soon as possible because sex surely ended at 40 or 45. Now, at the age of 45, I understood how wrong I had been – the anticipation and pleasure were as great, or greater, than ever before.

Our threesome in the pool that night at the campground had satisfied the curiosity of what it would be like to see my woman with another man, and I had let such thoughts slide to the back of my mind . . . that fantasy having been fulfilling and fulfilled.

After our initial discussion of the incident following sex that night, the magic night was not mentioned again for six months or more as we explored other avenues of exciting anticipation and awesome fulfillment.

One night, however, after reading an especially erotic story on a favorite website involving two men and a woman I turned and watched Denise for a while, envisioning again that night in the pool.

She was curled up in her favorite chair reading a book and didn’t notice my stare for several minutes. Then, knowing that my thoughts were on more than just getting her undressed and into bed, she closed her book and moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside her for me, and snuggled up close before opening conversation.

“So, what serious thoughts are on your mind, Sir. Galahad?” she asked, nestling her head against my chest and stroking my arm.

“Have I ever asked you to do something that just totally offended you?” I responded with my own question.

She was thoughtful for a while before responding.

“Yes, that time we were on vacation and stopped at the adult store,” she said softly. “When we went into the video room and you asked me to suck the guy’s dick through the glory hole. I thought that was disgusting . . . the whole place was dirty and creepy. Thank you for not insisting!”

“I would never insist, not even something to do with me,” I assured her, and she nodded her head against my chest saying without words that she trusted me not to.

“That’s not what you were thinking about, I hope,” she said after a quiet pause.

“No,” I answered. “I was thinking about last year at the park when you . . . I guess I should say we . . . let Ron make it with you in the pool.”

She chuckled softly and reached up to pinch me lightly on the nipple through my t-shirt.

“I wondered how long it was going to take for you to get back to that theme,” she said playfully.

“What do you mean?” I was surprised at her words, because I had not really thought about the incident for several months.

“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “You talked about seeing me with another man for two or three years before it actually happened, and then you just shut up. I know you enjoyed it, however, because of the way you made love to me the next few weeks. I just figured eventually something would trigger the desire again.”

She knew me too well.

I stroked her hair and her face for a while, enjoying the way we could make love to each other without even undressing and having sex. That relationship was based on trust, each one knowing that their own pleasure and peace of mind was foremost on the thoughts of the other.

“You never really told me how you felt that night,” I mused.

“Nor you,” she responded, and I heard the gentle smile on her lips as the words passed through them.

“I enjoyed it immensely,” I said truthfully. “I had wondered before that night if I would end up being jealous if you ever gave yourself to another man, but I’ve got to admit, it really turned me on when you opened up and gave yourself to him. I wasn’t jealous at all, but just turned on watching your body as he went in and out of you. And then when you came, and later when he came, I had a ‘thought orgasm’ right with you. If you had stroked me just once or twice right then I would have made a mess all over everything.”

“Hmmm,” she said, lifting the tail of my t-shirt and making little invisible circles around my navel with her index finger. I just hugged her more closely and continued caressing her hair.

“I enjoyed it, too, but it was just physical pleasure,” she began. “As long as I watched his penus entering and leaving me, or his abs or his chest it was okay. Whenever I looked at his face, though, I could no longer pretend it was you and the pleasure went away. That is why I closed my eyes most of the time. I enjoyed the sensation, but in my mind I was replacing the two of you, with you making love to me and him bayan gaziantep escort watching.”

I thought about her response for a while.

“So, you enjoyed it when I was in you and he watched?” I finally asked.

“Yep, in the same way I enjoy exhibiting my body in public. I get a thrill when I see a man look and appreciate my body, I don’t deny that. It is a risqué kind of thrill, though. Not one that makes me want to do them.”

“Would you ever do it again?” I asked.

“If you want me to, and if you get the right kind of guy and the right setting,” she said after a long pause. “You know I trust you to think of my misgivings about being that intimate with another person.”

“Why don’t we go upstairs and go to bed, and then get up later and lounge in the Jacuzzi?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant, but knowing she can always read right through me.

“Okay,” she said, chuckling softly and giving my hard-on a squeeze through my jeans. “But first you have to answer a question for me.”

“Shoot,” I said.

“What would you have done if Annette had come with Ron to the hot tub that night? Would you have tried to make it a foursome?”

She knew I had watched Annette closely that day and had enjoyed myself doing so. She had probably also guessed that I had on occasion fantasized about having sex with the petite brunette. What she didn’t know was that I was unsure of her thoughts along that line and had never allowed myself to play with the thought for very long.

“I don’t think so,” I responded after thinking the question over for a while.

“Why not?”

“Well, it would be hard for me to do it with another woman and watch you at the same time, and the big part of the turn-on is not what he is doing to you, but that I get to see it. This is hard to explain, Babe, but when that was going on I was not looking at his face either. It was like I was a voyeur peeking in our window watching me and you together. . . Or something like that. I just can’t explain it.”

I know I finished lamely, but I am not as in touch with my feelings as she is and cannot as easily express myself.

“Men are born voyeurs,” she mused philosophically. “Women have to be taught the art.”

I pulled back from her holding her at arms length to get a clear view of her eyes. She was laughing at me with them, not in a hurtful way, but in a loving, understanding way.

“I think just once I would like to watch a woman respond to your touch the way I know I do,” she said playfully. “Maybe we should do a different kind of threesome.”

I thought about her words for a moment and then shook my head.

“It wouldn’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would be over too quickly, I can only come two or three times and then I am shot,” I said with a wry grin on my face. “And that might take only a few minutes. What would we do then?”

She laughed warmly, the laughter welling up from deep inside her as she shared this intimate moment with the person she loved. Then she took me by the hand and stood up.

“Come on, Sir Galahad, let’s get upstairs before the first explosion spoils the fun,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Then as an afterthought she threw one last quip over her shoulder as she dragged me to the stairs.

“For me a foursome would be no different than a threesome as long as you were comfortable with it.”

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

Four or five months later, almost a year since we had asked Ron to join us in the pool, we were at the mall and had stopped in Victoria’s Secret to get me a birthday present.

As we wandered through the aisles I saw a young woman with her back to us who seemed familiar. Watching her surreptitiously for a few minutes I finally decided it must be Ron’s wife, Annette – though I was not completely sure since I had only met her one time, and I did not spend a lot of time looking at her face that day.

I finally mentioned my suspicions to Denise and she checked out the young lady as well.

“Yep, that’s her,” she said with a sly smile. “But she does have more clothes on this time.” We grinned at each other and continued shopping.

As we headed for the checkout we almost bumped into Annette as she stepped out of the dressing room area.

“Excuse me,” she said shyly, ducking her head a little as she walked past us.

I hoped Denise would say something, and then knew she wouldn’t. Our connection with Ron and Annette was my fantasy, my desires, not hers. She was perfectly happy to just be with me. If there was to be anything other than that I would need to take the initiative. I made up my mind in an instant.

“Aren’t you Annette?” I asked the retreating lady as I glanced at my wife and saw a quick smile run across her face and disappear.

The woman turned to look at us in astonishment, not recognizing us at all as she mentally ran through her list of acquaintances and friends. Then, almost as an afterthought, she looked bayan escort gaziantep more closely at us again and I saw a blush rising from her neckline to the top of her head, followed more slowly by a shy smile.

“You’re Denise,” she said, reaching out for my wife’s hand and holding it for a second before releasing it as she turned to me. “And you’re Cal.” She looked me in the eye briefly, but not in an unfriendly manner.

“We’re here getting Cal a birthday present,” Denise said warmly with a quick wink to the other woman, who looked up, surprised.

“So am I!” she said, and then laughed as she thought about what she had said. “For Ron, that is.”

I couldn’t help but break out in a wide grin at the young lady’s apparent discomfort as she considered her words.

“I forgot that Ron and I were born only a day apart . . . plus ten years, of course,” I said, laughing quietly. “You’ll have to tell him ‘Happy Birthday,’ for us,” I said.

She nodded and gulped, and then reached out and squeezed Denise’s hand again. “Happy Birthday, Cal, maybe we will see you guys out at the club sometime, we went back out a couple of times but you weren’t there. But now that it is warm again and Ron has been promoted to supervisor, he has more time and he will probably want to go out again this summer.”

With that she smiled at both of us and then headed for the checkout. As I watched her go I looked at Denise and raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question. She just smiled back at me and shrugged. It was up to me. I took her hand and headed for the checkout.

“Could we talk with you for a second longer?” I asked just as Annette laid her piece of sexy lingerie on the counter.

“Sure,” she said, looking from me to Denise with a question in her eyes. “I will be right outside.”

Once we had paid for our merchandise we went out into the mall and found Annette sitting on a wooden bench. She was no longer blushing, but had turned quite pale, and I thought I must have overstepped. Nevertheless, I did not want the opportunity to pass without at least giving it a chance.

“I don’t know whether you would be interested or not,” I began hesitantly, watching her eyes closely to see if I was offending her. “But, Denise and I are going to our favorite beach Friday and then out to eat. Maybe Ron and you would like to join us?”

Annette stood up to face us, the blood rushing back to her cheeks in a show of relief. ‘What in the world had she been afraid of?’ I thought.

“Well, it is Ron’s birthday, and we do have that day off, but I don’t know what he has planned . . . I will let him know of your offer, though,” she said quietly, looking timidly at me and then at Denise.

My wonderful wife guessed the problem that I was too blind to see. Scribbling our phone number on a piece of paper she had retrieved from her purse, she placed it in Annette’s hand, closing both of hers softly around the receiving hand of the younger woman. They stood looking each other in the eye as Denise smiled warmly. Then the younger woman nodded and, without another word, smiled shyly at each of us and waved ‘Good-bye,” before almost running from the mall.

“What did I miss?” I asked my wife as we watched Annette’s departure.

“Ron must have told her about that night in the pool, and she wasn’t sure if the air was clear between the two of us,” Denise said matter-of-factly.

“You men are so obtuse sometimes,” she added with a quick squeeze of my hand. “Come on, I can’t wait to try these things on!”

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

The call came while I was at work on Wednesday. Denise told me over dinner that Annette had called that morning to say they would like to join us for a day of sun and sand, followed by dinner.

“She asked what beach we were going to so they could drive their car as well,” Denise reported. “When I told her, she didn’t recognize it and I said it was up in the next county. She asked why so far away and I told her it was usually deserted with a lot of sea grass dunes not far from the surf where we could lay out nude and not bother or be bothered by other people. She just said ‘Okay,” and that they would meet us there about ten.”

I smiled and nodded.

“I suppose there was some girl talk?” I asked with a sidelong glance.

“Actually, not,” Denise said. “We just set the time and place and let it go at that. I guess we will just have to play it by ear when we get there as to what may or may not happen.”

I stood up and took her in my arms, hugging her tightly and then kissing her passionately.

“Do you want anything particular to happen?” I asked her, already knowing the answer.

“I want what you want . . . if it is not too uncomfortable,” she said lightly, and then sensing my disappointment, added a remark that made my heart jump. “However, the last time we got together with these two you’re love making was more energetic and passionate than it has been in a long time; I would escort bayan gaziantep not mind another three or four months of that.”

I kissed her again, telling her thanks with my tongue for understanding me so completely and wanting to please me the way she did.

When we arrived at the beach Ron and Annette were already there, standing on the boardwalk crossover to the dunes and looking out at the sea. Her hair and the thin wrap which covered her bikini-clad body were blowing briskly in the sea air, and I felt a twinge down deep inside that said I would love for today to end as a foursome – but I wasn’t at all sure it would, so I did not allow myself to get my hopes up.

They came back down to the cars when they saw us arrive. Ron and I shook hands like old friends, and he smiled warmly at Denise. She returned the smile and I saw that there was nothing there but gratitude that neither had made too much of their previous encounter.

We men carried coolers filled with ice, picnic supplies and wine coolers for the day while the women brought along blankets to lie on and towels for everyone.

As soon as we picked out a site in the dunes, Denise pulled off the shirt and shorts she had been wearing over her bikini, and Annette removed her wrap. Ron and I pulled off our t-shirts and we all reached for a wine cooler to get through the awkward moment of partially disrobing. Denise’s bikini is not as skimpy as some, but does allow a lot of cleavage to show, as well as a good portion of her lower ass cheeks.

Annette’s bikini was even more brief, though her petite figure was not as ample as Denise’s so I was actually not able to see any more of her than Ron could of Denise.

The girls settled on what music to listen to – an oldies station – and we made small talk for about half an hour, catching up on each other’s lives.

Finally, during a lull in the conversation, Denise stood up and looked out at the sea.

“I’m ready for a swim if anyone else is,” she said, and we all agreed. As we reached the water’s edge, Denise turned to look at me.

“Do you think it is okay to go ahead and get naked,” she asked simply as I looked at my watch and then up and down the beach.

“The local sheriff’s office has to handle complaints all the time about beach nudists, so they have an officer that patrols several miles of this beach with a four-wheeler,” I explained. “He will come around about once ever two hours, but we won’t know his schedule until his first run.” I then turned to Denise.

“Go ahead, we’ll use emergency measures until we are sure of their schedule,” I said as she quickly untied her top and dropped it off her shoulders. She was lowering her bottoms when I saw Annette drop her top as well, and Ron and I were both pulling down our trunks. In a moments time all four of us were nude.

I picked up Denise’s top, strung it through the leg holes of her bottom and my trunks and then tied it around my neck, tossing the two suits over my shoulders to hang down my back.

“Emergency measures,” I said smiling as Ron and Annette watched my actions with amused looks on their faces. “This way, if we see them coming we can get our suits on in the water and walk out so they know we are not flaunting their rules.”

“Good thinking,” Ron said, smiling as he took his own ’emergency measures.’ “We certainly don’t want to get the local constabulary so upset they start running traces on our license plates!” We all laughed in agreement as we began high-stepping into the surf.

We swam for about an hour, with the two men at first swimming all the way out to a submerged reef we could sit on and talk, while the women played in the surf and collected shells. Later, they swam out to us and we cuddled with our respective mates in the water, touching and kissing and enjoying the freedom we had to be nude together in this naturally beautiful environment.

When we saw the officer coming up the beach we all put our suits on and were almost out of the surf when he slowed down to say, “Hello.” He immediately recognized Denise and I as ‘regulars’ who he knew would give him no trouble and gave us his card.

“Call me on you cell phone if you have any problems around here, today,” he said. “We have some late spring breakers who have been getting a little rowdy and, for some reason this year, they have been visiting the secluded beaches the locals like best.” We agreed to let him know if we had any problems.

“There’s a bunch of them two beaches down,” the officer added. “Since it looks like you guys are the only ones up here, I think I will go down and help out there, so the beach is all yours unless I get a call from you,” he concluded with a twinkle in his eyes. Denise amazed me by stepping forward and kissing him lightly on the cheek.

“Thank you, Officer Kelly,” she said sweetly and waved as he sped off back down the beach.

“Was he blushing?” Annette asked, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“I think Denise caught him by surprise,” Ron said, smiling. “That blush just tells you he is an honest man.”

We all then slid out of our suits again and headed up into the dunes for another wine cooler and a light lunch.

Once we had eaten Denise stood up and stretched luxuriously and then straightened our blanket. Rolling up a small hand towel to rest her forehead upon, she lay down on her stomach with both arms out and her legs slightly spread.

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