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There seems to be a lack of mother-daughter incest, so I thought I would help fill that gap. Mom is convinced her daughter’s roommate wants to seduce her daughter. Mom has misread the situation, but with the best of outcomes. I hope you enjoy!

I didn’t like Rachel, my daughter’s college roommate and new best friend for life. I didn’t like her from the first time I saw how she looked at my daughter and then at me. My daughter, Karen, completely missed the hunger in Rachel’s eyes. No two ways about it, Rachel was an Alpha predator. I recognized it in the way she smiled while her eyes moved up and down my body, checking me out as completely as one of the creepy guys working behind the counter at the convenient store. It was obvious guessing the thoughts in her dirty, filthy little mind.

As Rachel helped us moving Karen into their tiny dorm room. I didn’t miss how often Rachel brought up the rear, following behind us and I knew why. She wanted to check out our asses. And don’t think I missed the way her eyes would try to see down my top or Karen’s every time we bent over, because I saw that, too. No doubt about it, Rachel was a predator, determined to seduce my precious daughter and introduce her to the joys of lesbian sex. And, if she had a chance, Rachel would try to do the same thing to me. How did I know? Because twenty years ago, I was the exact same way.

Rachel followed us back and forth to my car. When I offered to take Karen to the grocery store, my daughter instantly invited Rachel along, too. Of course Karen would do that. I raised her to be a nice girl. Throughout the shopping trip, I suffered through Rachel’s eager-beaver squeals every time Karen picked someone off the shelf. “OMG! You like those, too? I LOVE those!” Yeah, I bet you do, bitch.

Rachel was filled with compliments for me, too. She didn’t aim them directly at me, though. “Your Mom is so hot,” I overheard her telling Karen.

“She’s a yoga instructor,” Karen said with pride. “She’s always been hot. My friends are always checking her out.”

“I can see why,” Rachel said, smiling at me.

With a four hour drive ahead of me, I didn’t have time to linger after stopping at the grocery store. I hugged Karen close, holding her tight against me while Rachel watched and I saw the glimmer in her eyes. I just knew the horny little bitch enjoyed seeing Karen’s tight little body sandwiched against mine. “Be careful with her,” I whispered in Karen’s ear. “She wants you.”

Karen gave me a puzzled look. “I’ll be fine, Mom.”

I stared into Karen’s deep blue eyes, her pretty eyes matched the same eyes I saw reflected in the mirror every day. “I will always love you,” I promised her and kissed her on the cheek. “No matter what.” I couldn’t let go of her. I hugged her close a second time. “And you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know,” Karen said, giving me one more squeeze. “I love you.” She kissed me on the cheek and walked me to the car. Of course Rachel followed.

I said one more good-bye and started my drive with tears in my eyes. Leaving Karen behind felt strange and foreign. I turned up the radio, sang loudly to every song I recognized, and felt better after an hour of driving. Did it really matter if Rachel was going to seduce Karen? She wouldn’t do it on the first night.

I knew that’s not how it had happened for me during my freshman year. It had taken me nearly four weeks before Ginger, my roommate, had decided to risk letting anything happening between us and it wasn’t much. We masturbated together, and not even in the same bed! But we did watch each other and I can still remember the way Ginger stared at me, half embarrassed and half thrilled by the idea.

Two weeks later, I had coaxed my Ginger into letting me touch her, you know, just to see how it felt. That had led to our first kiss and a big orgasm from her. That first kiss is so important. Sex doesn’t mean much for a girl unless there are lots of kisses. Girls love kissing and after we had done it once, it didn’t feel funny doing it again and again. By the end of the next week, we were doing everything together, kissing, going down on each other, and making plans for a lifetime of lesbian love.

Getting Ginger’s Mom to join us had been the challenging part. I guess Ginger never knew how turned on I was by her Mom. I had wanted Ginger’s Mom the first time I saw that skinny aerobics instructor body of hers in a tight-fitting leotard and tights.

I can remember saying Rachel’s words to Ginger, “Your Mom is hot!” Ginger had laughed at me, but she had agreed, too. At Christmas, I went home with Ginger and had gotten my wish. In the shower room at the gym where Ginger’s Mom had worked, I made a pass at Mrs. Donner right in front of her daughter. Ginger had been so pissed at me!

“What?” I had asked so innocently. “Your Mom is gorgeous. Why shouldn’t I want her, too?” Mrs. Donner had been so surprised with how I had worded that. She had caught the way I had said, “too,” orhangazi escort and instantly knew what that meant.

Mrs. Donner smiled as she immediately asked her daughter, “Is that true? Have the two of you been fooling around?” Ginger had been so embarrassed, but I could tell Mrs. Donner hadn’t felt that way. Everything about Mrs. Donner’s smile and the eager look in her eyes had said she approved. “Show me,” she had said and I never hesitated. I walked right over to Ginger and had kissed her shocked mouth right in front of her Mom. “That’s so hot,” Mrs. Donner had moaned, fingering herself as she watched us together.

Trying as hard as I did, I never did make love to Mrs. Donner, but I have never forgotten the thrill of making love to Ginger in front of her. That’s why I recognized the hungry look in Rachel’s eyes. Years ago, I had given my roommate and her Mom the same sort of hungry look.

Glancing at the clock on my dashboard, I groaned as I saw two more hours before I would be home to my bed and my drawer full of toys. I felt so wet remembering Ginger and Mrs. Donner. I never had a reason to suspect they had done anything together, but I had often wondered about it. Mrs. Donner had been so accepting of her daughter’s sexuality. I wonder if Mrs. Donner ever knew how that experience had changed me? She had shaped the messages I gave my daughter, telling Karen it was okay to have sexy thoughts and giving her the privacy she needed to explore.

I never pushed a sexual agenda or orientation on Karen nor had I hidden my own sexuality from her. She knew about my drawer full of toys. Karen knew I dated and what it meant if I spent the night somewhere or if someone had spent the night in my room. Twice, she had come downstairs and found me having coffee with a woman who had spent the night. I’m sure she had figured out that meant I had spent the night doing the same thing with a girl as I might have done with a man.

As I fought against the urge to play with myself while I drove, a new thought suddenly jumped into my head. What if Rachel was more like me than I guessed? What if Rachel wanted both me and Karen? I sat bolt upright behind the wheel as the thought surged through me, both exciting and terrifying me at the same time. No, it couldn’t happen, could it? And what if it did? Could I be like Mrs. Donner and only watch?

Visions of Rachel and Karen together began filling my fevered brain as miles drifted by without notice. At least Rachel was pretty with her dark, curly hair and cute little dimples dotting each cheek. I wonder if she had matching dimples above each of her ass cheeks? I know Rachel had said I was hot, but so was she. Her tight tanktop and sports bra suggested that she worked out, too. I found myself wondering how big her tits might look without being squished by Lycra and Spandex? Probably not any bigger than Karen’s boobs. Like me, Karen was busty enough to show-off some cleavage when she wanted to.

Truthfully, I had no idea how sexual Karen might be. That’s a funny thought, but I could never tell if she was more than just friends with her cheerleading buddies. Probably not. Cheerleaders could be so damn judgemental against girls who fucked around or went both ways. Especially that little Schneider girl. Fuck, I hated her. Yes, she was cute as could be, but I could tell she was uptight and more than anything, she needed a good strap-on shoved up that tight ass.

I was a horny wreck by the time I pulled up to my empty house. I couldn’t get naked fast enough as I ran upstairs to my bedroom. Leaving my door wide open felt funny, but what difference did it make? Karen was gone and wouldn’t be home for months. I had the house to myself. No way would I embarrass her. I got completely naked, sprawled out on my bed, and began fingering my pussy. Midway through the quick climb to my first orgasm, I had a vision of Karen and Rachel standing at the bedroom door and watching me. Gasping, I came without warning, moving from about halfway there to all the way there faster than I thought was possible.

* * * * * * * *

Throughout that first semester, I fished for information about Rachel every time I talked to Karen. “She’s fine,” Karen would say, nearly dismissing the topic as soon as I brought her up. Meanwhile, I listened for stories of the things they did together. Did either of them have a boyfriend? (No one serious.) Did they hang-out together a lot? (They seemed inseparable.)

I waited until two months had passed before I just asked her about it. “Has Rachel tried putting the moves on you yet?”

“Mom!” Karen groaned.

“I’m just saying, she struck me as that sort of girl.”

“Well, she’s not,” Karen insisted. “Not everyone is like you.”

“I know, dear,” I said, unsure how to take that. “But I saw how she looked at you.”

“And you,” Karen pointed out.

“Yeah, I know, and that’s why I’m asking.”

Karen surprised me by taking it in a different direction. “Do nilüfer escort you have a thing for my roommate?”

“No!” I gasped. “I just, well, I know how college can be.”

“She’s a good girl and she won’t even get naked in front of me.”

“Then I guess that’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” Karen said, clearly unhappy with the conversation.

Karen came home alone for Christmas break after that first semester. I fished, but came up without a bite. “Are you sure you’re my daughter?” I asked.

“Why?” she asked, laughing at me before I could even give an answer.

“Because I know how I was my first year at college and I was a little horn dog.”

“Did you do your roommate?”

“Yeah, I did,” I said, leaving off the part about how I had almost done her Mom, too.

“Well, if Rachel wants me, it doesn’t show.”

“What if it did?” I asked, curious if my daughter would even go there.

“Mom!” Karen groaned, clearly exasperated with me. “Why don’t you go play with your toys or something, because I promise you, Rachel is not interested in me in that way.”

“Fine,” I said, more surprised that I had misread Rachel than anything else. I dropped the conversation and headed upstairs.

“Going to play with your toys?” Karen asked, giggling.

“Actually, I was going to grab a load of laundry,” I replied. “But you know what it means if I shut my door.”

“Trust me, I know,” she said, flashing me a big smile.

When I took Karen back to school for her second semester, I still got the same vibe from Rachel. There was something about the way she watched me and looked at my daughter that set off my gaydar. If that hot little piece of ass didn’t want my daughter, then I had to really question my ability to read people.

* * * * * * *

I stopped fishing during the winter semester. I wasn’t sure what I had missed, but it felt unfair to Karen for her Mom to keep asking about her sex life. It was good enough that she had found a friend in her roommate, wasn’t it? It occurred to me that I should be relieved I had it wrong. Who would want their daughter to have a pushy lesbian as a roommate?

Karen asked if Rachel could come to our house for Spring Break and I was all for it. Maybe a week together would help me get a better handle on their relationship. During the four hour drive home, they two of them shared the backseat, laughing and sharing things off their cellphones. They barely talked. Instead, they kept sending each other text messages. Every time I glanced in the rearview mirror, Rachel would catch my eye and smile at me. Damn it, I just knew there was something more behind her smile!

That first night, nothing special happened, except I couldn’t shake feeling that something was up. Was it me? Was I reading into their smiles and the way they stayed so close to each other? I seriously began doubting myself.

The next morning, I found the two of them sleeping in the living room. Karen had fallen asleep in the recliner while Rachel was stretched out on the sofa. I smiled and started a pot of coffee before spying Karen’s cell phone charging on my counter. I’ll admit I snooped, checking her text messages and coming across the chain of messages they had been sharing during our drive.

“Your Mom keeps checking me out,” Rachel had said.

“I’m sorry,” Karen wrote back.

“It’s okay, I think she’s hot.”

“Hotter than me?”

“Hot just like you,” Rachel replied, being very diplomatic.

“OMG, you have a thing for my Mom!”

“No I don’t!” Rachel wrote, adding a frowny face. Before Karen could reply, she wrote, “But she is hot.” That text included a little flame emoticon.

“U want to do my Mom and not me?” Karen asked an angry face emoticon.

“Can I do both of you?” asked Rachel. I couldn’t tell if she negotiating or playing the diplomat.

“At the same time?”

“Yes!”

“Pervert,” Karen wrote, though she added a laughing emoticon. I guess that meant she was kidding? On another line she added, “My Mom goes both ways.”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Rachel wrote, adding a smiley face.

“If you do my Mom, you have to do me, too.”

“Will you do her with me?” Rachel asked. Karen replied with a question mark and Rachel spelled it out. “Would you go down on both of us?”

“I would still kiss you after you went down on Mom.”

“Everyone has to do everything.”

“You are such a pervert!” Karen added a rolling-on-the-floor-laughing emoticon.

“That would be so hot and so wrong at the same time!”

“I would do it if I could be with you” Karen said.

“Would you?”

“Yes!” my daughter replied.

I could see how Rachel was manipulating my daughter and part of me approved. Karen had always been so uptight about sex. I wondered how far I would go and thought about Ginger Donner and her Mom. How far did I want them to go? I knew I wanted them to go türbanlı escort all the way. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, could I do what Mrs. Donner wouldn’t?

There was more, except I heard the girls waking up. “There’s coffee,” I called, quickly blanking Karen’s cell phone screen and putting it back on the counter. Rachel appeared first, offering me a sleepy smile. I caught how her gaze had roamed across my chest before she smiled. I don’t know if I looked as flustered as I felt, but I felt my heart racing and I could feel my nipples aching.

“You and Karen really look alike,” she said with an easy smile.

“Sometimes people think we’re sisters, but I’m sure they’re just being nice.”

“No way,” Rachel insisted. “If I didn’t know you were her Mom, I wouldn’t be able to figure it out. You don’t look old enough to be her Mom.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at her. I wasn’t sure how to reply. Was she hitting on me or just being nice? “So, what’s it like having my daughter as a roommate?”

“Interesting,” she said, blowing across her cup of black coffee before sipping it. “She’s fun, but she always wants to get her way, too.”

“Sorry,” I said. About that time, Karen wandered into the kitchen. She asked what we were doing and I said, “Talking about Rachel’s bossy roommate.”

“Oh, you love it,” Karen said with a big smile. Looking at me, Karen asked, “Are you cold?”

“Why?”

“Because your headlights are on full beams,” she said, nodding at my chest before stepping past me for her coffee.

“Oh-my-God! I can’t believe you just said that!” Rachel cried out with a shocked and surprised laugh. I felt the same way.

“I’m just saying,” Karen said with a shrug. “You can put an eye out with those nips.”

“Jealous much?” I replied, carrying my coffee upstairs. I had no idea what to make of my daughter’s comment and my mind was still reeling from reading the chain of text messages they had swapped during the ride home. I had raised Karen a sex positive attitude environment though she had never expressed much of an interest. Even after I warned her about Rachel, my daughter had shrugged it all away.

Of course, as a parent, you always have blind spots. Your kid is always the best dancer in the group, the prettiest girl at the ball, and smarter everyone else assigned to the group project. A parent’s blind spots extend the opposite direction, too. Kids are master manipulators who know best how to fool their parents. While Karen always appeared uninterested in anything sex related, that didn’t mean she really felt that way, did it?

When I went back downstairs, the girls sat on the couch drinking coffee and working their cell phones. “I need a shopping list,” I said, announcing a trip to the store.

Karen asked if I was heading to the Supercenter and I said I could. “Cool, we’ll text you a list,” she said, not even looking up from her phone.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I wondered what I might find if I suddenly forgot something and went back inside the house. All too well, I could remember being their age. I could remember how desperate I was to be in Ginger’s arms. Every time we had a moment alone, I would try to kiss her or more. By asking where I was going, Karen knew I would be gone close to two hours. If I drove around the block and walked back into the house, what would I find? I smiled. I’m sure Rachel was already on top of my daughter. My phone beeped with a shopping list full of junk and comfort food.

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

I had no idea what they did while I was gone. When I got home, they were showered and helped carry in the groceries. I saw how Rachel kept checking me out.

“Seriously Mom? Again?” Karen asked, looking at my chest. “Why do you even bother wearing a bra?” Rachel gave a naughty snicker, blushing as she noticed the twin points that had managed to make themselves known through my sports bra and tight fitting tank-top. “Do you get like that during your yoga classes, too?”

“Probably,” I said, trying not to let their lecherous stares get me more worked up. “I’ve been thinking about offering a naked yoga class.”

“Would everyone get naked or just you?” Rachel asked with very wide eyes.

“Everyone.”

“Will it be a coed class?”

“That’s the sticking point,” I said, having already talked to the gym about my idea. “I want to do both genders, but the gym is afraid it will turn into a fuckfest.”

“I don’t know if I could do that,” Rachel said.

“I could,” Karen said and I laughed, which drew a narrowed eyed glare from her. “What?”

“You’ve always been so shy about your body,” I pointed out.

“Oh really?” Rachel asked, looking surprised again.

“I thought you liked seeing me naked,” Karen snapped at her roommate and I was the one who felt surprised. Rachel blushed.

Karen’s defensive tone worried me. “There’s nothing wrong with being naked, is there?” I asked, hoping to diffuse any tension before it grew too big.

“Then why don’t you go for it?” Karen asked in a belligerent tone. “It’s not as if you’re hiding anything.”

Rachel and I both gasped, but unlike Rachel, I wasn’t going to be pushed around my little slip of a daughter. “Because you’d freak out if I did.”

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The Uber driver dropped me in front of a large house on a few acres of land in Cobb County. The house was a McMansion, a new version of a colonial style house setting back from the road and flanked by the greenest grass I’ve ever seen. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and wandered up to front steps and rang the bell.

It was a hot summer Saturday in Georgia; the sun was beaming high in the sky. It was noon and I was hungry after the long flight and then drive from the airport. I was in town for a Conference where I was scheduled to speak, but instead of staying at the convention center hotel, I was at my little sister’s house.

My “little” sister is Jennifer, a 34 year old mother of two, happily married to Jim. They have two kids, 11 year old Karen and 8 year old Missy. They are a very successful couple, Jim is the CEO of a tech company and Jen own a series of boutiques in the metro Atlanta area. I haven’t seen them in 2 ½ years, their lives are very busy, as well as my own. Jim’s family lives in the area, so they tend to stick close to home for holidays. This trip would allow me to catch up with their family.

A few seconds after I answered the door my two nieces opened it and looked at me funny. “I’m your uncle Bob,” I said to two shy girls who ran away from the door. I stepped into the large foyer and shut the door behind me so none of the cool air would escape. The house was grander on the inside than the out, and I stood waiting for one of their parents to arrive.

Jim walked out of a door to my left and came over and shook my hand. He was a handsome guy, 6′ tall, blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a square jaw. He was well built, but not a muscled guy. He was American as apple pie. “Good to see you Bob!” he called out, “Guess the girls left you hanging. Sorry about that, they are a little shy these days.”

We shook hands and walked towards the big living room opposite of the foyer. “Jen,” he called out loudly, “your brother is here.” He offered me a drink and I told him I’d love a cold beer and he excused himself into the large kitchen to grab us a couple of beers. He walked back and handed me a Coors Light and just then I saw a glimpse of my sister coming down the large open staircase. Jennnifer hasn’t seemed to age since she graduated from college, 5’10” tall, maybe 110 pounds, blonde hair with green eyes set perfectly on her face. Although tall, she did have modest curves and her short white shorts and tight tank top revealed a very flat stomach and small B cup breasts as she walked over to give me a huge hug. She could have been a model, but she chose gymnastics instead. She attended UCLA on a full ride gymnastic scholarship, it’s also where she met Jim who was there on a baseball scholarship. They made a very good looking pair.

“It’s been so long Bob,” she said as she pulled back to look at me. “You still look good for an old man,” she joked with me as she took my hand wand walked me into the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, we are just having some cold wraps and chips for lunch, the girls have gymnastics this afternoon and I didn’t want them to get too full.”

We sat and had a great lunch, the girls eventually joining us at the large island in the gourmet kitchen. They had changed into their gymnastic outfits and looked exactly like their mother at their ages. I am almost 10 years older than Jen, so I most remember her about the ages of her daughters.

No sooner than we had finished our lunch we heard a horn honk in front of the house. The girls grabbed their gym bags and headed out, the neighbor had car pool duty for gymnastics it seemed, and their ride was here. The girls rushed out the tall front door and Jen turned to me and said “Let’s get you settled in.”

She took me out through the French doors overlooking their back yard oasis. A huge pool and deck sat just to the rear of the house. It had multiple slides, a lazy river that had stone bridges and a hot tub in a grotto. Off to the side was a poolhouse. Jen and Jim lead the way with me following to the pool house, which was in fact a mother in laws suite. The living/kitchen dining area sat just inside the wall of windows facing the pool and a large master suite was off to one side. Jim’s mother came to live with them in the winter, and they built it when they put in the pool two summers ago they informed me. They laughed and said “We love Anne, but she drives us crazy sometimes, so we gave her this as a place where she can get out from under our feet,” explained Jen.

It was meticulously decorated, all in a beach theme and had a large 100″ TV hanging on the wall. The bedroom was large with a King Size bed and an attached bathroom with a walk in shower large enough for a small party. They spared no expense in this “pool house.”

Jim showed me how to operate the TV and stereo system and Jen laid out fresh towels in the bathroom. She handed me a key and explained that the bedroom had a lock for my privacy, and since they were having a pool party the next day, the kids would be in and out to use escort bayan the bathroom off the living area, and to play video games on the big screen TV.

I slipped the key in my pocket and with that, they told me that they would give me some time to rest up from my long flight. That I could come in the big house anytime, that they had some work to catch up on and to relax and enjoy myself. And that I did, I took a long shower and a short nap on the very soft king sized bed.

The rest of the day was uneventful, I took a swim in the fantastic pool and hung out with my sister and brother in law. We had a few drinks after dinner, and I went to bed thinking my sister had a perfect family and was living the perfect life.

The next morning the kids were up early and Jim was vacuuming the pool when I went out to smoke. He nodded at me and told me Jen had coffee in the kitchen. I walked across the wide patio and went into the large kitchen and found my sister bending over getting something out of the lower cabinet. She was dressed in yoga shorts and a bikini top. Her ass was not wide but it was marvelous stretched into those spandex shorts. I had to avert my eyes from my sisters ass as I moved to get a cup a coffee. She saw me and stood up and smiled brightly and asked how I slept. It was nearly 10:00am, but coming from the west coast it was still early to me. I told her the bed was very soft and I slept like a log.

She informed me the people would be showing up for the pool party around 11:00. It was some of the girl’s friends and some of their neighbors, they seemed to have a regular party to use the pool during the summer months Jen said. They’d be cooking hot dogs and hamburgers, nothing fancy she said, but in the meantime, she made me a bowl of fresh cut fruit.

She and I talked and I noticed her nipples poking through her thin bikini top. I was trying real hard to have a normal conversation and look her in the eye, but between the hard nipple and the camel toe, I was having a very difficult time. After a few minutes, she said she was going to get changed and asked me to start the dishwasher after I finished eating.

It seemed like just a few minutes later the people started to arrive, most were neighbors it seemed, and the girls had a few friends from gymnastics. It was a big mixture of people, seven couples and about ten kids in all. I assisted Jim with the grilling and helped Jen refill the coolers with beer and sodas for the kids. Most of the kids were playing on the slides and floating the lazy river, and even a few of the parents were in the pool by noon.

After lunch I retreated to the porch of the pool house and drank a beer and watched the crowd. I had been introduced to all the people, but it was impossible to remember their names. I watched as more and more of the parents shed their street clothes and hopped in the outdoor oasis that my sister had built. It really was something straight out of a HGTV show (they got the idea watching one of those shows, and when Jim took a large bonus they decided to build the pool rather than buy a cabin in the mountains).

A few of the moms had caught my eye, one in particular was a black woman who was tall and skinny with big round boobs. Her swimsuit was mom approved, but it did little to hide her ebony body and near six pack abs. Her name was Amanda if I remember right, and her husband was the big hulk of a man that was busy throwing around the kids in the pool for fun. Amanda was in the shallow end of the pool talking to another one of Jen’s friends, doing that thing where she was casually scooping up water and having it cascade over her breasts as they stood there and teased all the men watching.

I wasn’t watching, I was staring at this beauty when my sister walked up beside me and snickered at me “You shouldn’t be so obvious.”

I looked up at her like a kid that got caught stealing candy and she laughed loudly at me. “You men, you all stare at her. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your secret.” She winked and handed me a full beer, this time in a can. She then told me the kids were going to use the pool house to play video games and listen to music. That I should get my butt in their expensive pool and enjoy myself. I laughed but followed my younger sister’s orders and striped my t-shirt off and jumped in the pool.

I spent an hour playing around; floating down the lazy river, going down the water slides and talking with their friends. I like to people watch, and watch I did. They had a good looking bunch of friends. Amanda and her husband Titus were the ring leaders it seemed. She was the girl’s gymnastics coach and he ran a local gym. When they called for volunteers to play sand volleyball, nearly everybody volunteered. It was too hot and I was too old to go compete so I pulled myself out of the pool and went to smoke a cigarette and get a cold beer. I sat watching the teams pare off for volleyball and watched as they competed.

One thing was soon obvious to the observant, they were a friendly bunch. altıparmak escort bayan When one teammate made a good shot or play, there was a lot of butt slapping…and squeezing. And lots of hugs. Sweaty, sandy bodies coming in for a hug and a butt squeeze.

I was one of the few not playing, but I wasn’t the only one. There was a young couple with a toddler and they were playing on the slides in the pool and there was Kiko, Jim’s partner’s wife. Tadaaki (or Tad as he was called) and Jim met at UCLA and formed their company soon after graduation. They were best friends and they lived in the same neighborhood. Tad was a handsome man himself, tall for Asian standards and very fit. Kiko was a mystery. I had met her at the wedding, but she was very demure and kept her distance. Maybe 5’1″ tall and very thin and beautiful from what I remember. Jen had told me one time that it was an arranged marriage, but they were happy it seemed.

Today, she was seemingly keeping to herself, dressed in a white knee length mumu type dress and a huge straw hat with large sunglasses. I know Asians don’t like exposing themselves to the sun, they feel that dark skin is a symbol of “working people” and spend thousands of dollars to keep their skin lily white. Tad, on the other hand, was deeply tanned and showed it off his tan in his red speedo. The guys teased him about it and the women seemed to like it, always making suggestive remarks about his package.

While I smoked in the shade, Kiko spent her time picking up half empty soda cans and keeping things tidy around the pool. They didn’t have any children and she would volunteer to watch a kid or make sure they got to the bathroom in the big house, if the one in the mother in law suite was being used.

After a half hour the volleyball game broke up with loud laughter. Seemed Amanda lost her top diving for a ball and didn’t realize it. Damn, I wish I could have seen those round chocolate tits covered in the white sand.

Most of the adults lined up to rinse off in one of the outdoor showers. I went to grab another beer from the cooler and ended up running right into Amanda, she grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into her and whispered, “You missed the show Bob, you should have come and played.” She pulled back and winked at me and bent at the waist showing me her perfect ass in her small white bikini bottom while retrieving me a beer from the cooler. She turned and handed me the beer while staring in my eyes, “It was good to meet you Bob, hopefully we will get to see you again soon,” then leaned over and kissed my cheek, very close to the edge of my mouth. She turned to walk away and I found myself staring at her ass that seemed to have a bigger swing than before. As I was lost in thought watching her ass, my sister walked up to me and tickled my side, “Caught you again,” she whispered as I jumped from her fingers on my ribs. I turned to her and returned the tickle and she jumped and ran away laughing.

Because I was so much older than her, when she was little, we would get into tickle fests. She was very ticklish, and I was a cruel teenager. I tickled her so long one time that she peed her pants. I never did that again, because Dad whipped me so severely that I couldn’t sit for a week.

The party seemed to break up at that point and most of the guests collected their children from the pool house and were in the process of leaving. A few of the men stayed behind and they all were gathering under large pergola to smoke cigars and drink brandy. Jim asked me to join them and I said I would in a few minutes. I had a stash of some Cuban’s that I’d brought back from Asia on my last trip and they were in my suitcase. I walked into the pool house, the music still blaring from when the kids occupied it during the party, I grabbed the key and opened the bedroom door and walked in.

What I saw shocked even me.

My innocent sister was laid over the bed with her feet on the floor and her face buried in the comforter. Behind her, Kiko was impaling her slowly with a flesh colored dildo into her wet pussy. Jen was still fully clothed in her bikini top and her short skirt coverup, her bikini bottom pushed to the side to allow the intrusion. Kiko’s right hand held the dildo and her left was on Jen’s back, pushing her down into the bed covers.

Neither of them heard me come into the room, probably because the music was so loud from the stereo playing in the main room and the fact they both faced away from the door. I stood and watched as Kiko increased the speed of the dildo being plunged into my sister’s wet cunt and watched as her left hand drifted back to Jen’s ass, where Kiko inserted her thumb into her backdoor.

I stood motionless as Kiko began to fuck my sister with the phallus faster and faster. She was talking to her, but over the noise of the stereo and my beating heart I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Jen’s ass was thrusting back into Kiko’s hand and I knew she was about to cum soon. I turned nilüfer eskort and quietly left the way I came back in and escaped to the porch to smoke a cigarette and drink my beer. I could see the guys sitting under the pergola across the pool and waved at them when they motioned me over. I needed to calm down a little as my dick had become hard watching my sister being violated by her Japanese friend.

I slowed my breaths and took a long drag off my cigarette followed by a long pull of the beer. My heart rate slowly dropped along with the hardness of my dick. In a few minutes I had calmed down enough that I was just getting ready to head over to the guys when I heard the music being turned down to a lower decibel and then heard the door open behind me from the pool house. I turned to look and out walked Jen, who looked her normal self except that she was flushed in color. Kiko walked out behind her with her big hat and glasses on and appeared 100% normal.

Jen smiled at me and walked over to where I was sitting, “You should go join the guys and tell lies with them. I feel bad your isolating yourself,” she remarked.

“Yeah, just getting ready to go over there, was just enjoying a little quiet time,” I remarked while looking at my sister in a whole new way. I could feel the blood running back to my dick.

“I’m going to go clean up the kitchen, I’ll be back soon, and I expect you to be having fun mister.”

“I will keep him company,” Kiko said in her accented English.

“Thanks Kiko!” Jen said cheerfully as she walked away towards the big house, my eyes watching her in a totally different perspective. Her legs were long and tanned, her butt, while not wide was built like a Cowboy’s Cheerleader. Her thin waist and long blonde hair. She was incredibly beautiful.

“She is very beautiful Bob,” I heard Kiko say as she sat on the loveseat next to me.

“Yes she is,” I heard myself say in response.

Kiko placed her hand in my lap, just below my hard cock. “You didn’t lock the door.”

I turned to her with a questioning look on my face.

“When you left the room, you forgot to lock the door on your way out,” she smiled as she rubbed my upper thigh with her hand.

“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Jennifer is a very complicated person Bob, she has needs beyond what Jim can give her,” she whispered as she rubbed her hand over my now swollen cock. “I knew you would be big.”

She grabbed my phone from the coffee table in front of us with her left hand and gave it to me. “Unlock it.” I did as she asked and handed it back to her where she typed in her contact information into my address book. She then hit send to call her phone and hung it back up. She put the phone back on the table, withdrew her right hand from my lap and stood up. Walking directly in front of me she took off her oversized sunglasses and looked at me in the eye, “Go smoke cigars Bob, but don’t get drunk with those fools. I will send you a message later. I need to go help Jen clean up from the party.”

She smiled and put her glasses on and turned to walk towards the house. I took another long drink from my beer and let my dick soften before I returned to the bedroom in the pool house and grabbed the cigars from my suitcase.

I walked over to the pergola and handed out the Cubans to the delight of the guys. I sat back and lit my cigar and was handed a small sifter of brandy by Jim. I laid my head back in the chair and closed my eyes, tasting the sweet tobacco.

I let my mind wander, to my sister and to what Kiko had said about her needs. To Kiko, and how she had kept the secret of me walking in on their activities. I had to sort this out before it got out of control.

I opened my eyes and for the first time since I arrived, I participated in a lively discussion with the guys. We talked Football, Baseball and work. It was good to just let my mind think about anything other than my sister being fucked by her husband’s best friends’ wife. How long had it been going on? Were there others? It was none of my business, but for some reason my cock wanted to know the answers.

Kiko had said she would send me a message and I would press her for answers later.

After we all finished our Cuban Cigars, the guys all got up to leave. It was a work night and it was getting a little past 7:00pm. After they left, I helped Jim clean the pool and back flush the filters. I emptied all the ash trays and we tidied up the areas around the pool. He told me the yard guy would be by tomorrow to rake the sand volleyball area and clean up the bigger stuff. We would have a salad for dinner Jim said.

After we were done outside we went into the big house, the cool air reminded me that all I had on was my swim trunks and flip flops. Jim and I sat at the big island in the kitchen and Jen brought us our salads and each of us a large glass of water. The water tasted like it was made of gold flakes after the long day in the sun and the cigars. I emptied it in short order and Jen brought me a refill. The kids were already upstairs getting their showers and getting ready for bed. Jen was still in her bikini top and short skirt coverup, the cool air-conditioning making her nipples pop in her top. It was the same outfit she was wearing when she was being fucked by Kiko.

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My cousin’s family was visiting mine for a couple of weeks at our Long Island home. Her mother and mine were sisters, and we alternated family visits every year or two. Judy and I were the same age, eighteen. We hadn’t seen each other in two years, and although she clearly had changed physically, I discovered only as time passed that she had also changed dramatically in sexual maturity and experience.

I had a used car, a Ford my uncle sold me for $200, sort of a gift. It had a stick shift, a bench seat, and an AM radio. And it provided Judy and me with the only real privacy available to us. Given our parents, my two sisters, and her three siblings, all in a three bedroom house, there was not much space. Judy and I had some left over business from our last get together at their home and wanted some time without constant oversight. So we took my car and drove aimlessly around town talking and listening to the radio. Judy had immediately moved to the middle of the seat, right up against me, and held my right arm in both her hands against her breast as we drove.

When last together, we had necked a lot and even did some light petting, but this initial contact left me befuddled. I had enjoyed some vague, unfocused fantasies about Judy in the interim, but nothing prepared me for this immediate, brazen contact. I had some trouble concentrating on driving. Looking back, I was incredibly naïve sexually, a virgin in almost every sense. And to be this close to a hot, pretty, seemingly sexually aggressive young woman left me confused. Not that I was complaining. Just not sure how to respond.

We drove around slowly for an hour or so with her head on my shoulder, listening to the radio. Her hands continued to hold and stoke my arm, and continued to press it into her breast. I didn’t know if this was simple cousinly, unconscious contact or deliberate teasing. Then at one point she commented on a male singer, “Oh, his voice just makes me cream my panties.”

I almost lost control of the car, having to jerk it back into our lane. She saw my expression and laughed. Taking my right hand, she stuffed it down between her thighs and clamped it there with my fingers holding her bare thigh just below her shorts. It was the first time I had come this close to touching a girl’s pussy, and I immediately went into a state of pure lust. I was an inexperienced virgin and here was my cute blond cousin making advances to me. At least I thought she was. Could this be another innocent act?

She snuggled up tight against me and pulled my hand as far up into her crotch as it could go, jamming it against her shorts-covered pussy. OK, confusion resolved: not an innocent accident. My cock grew hard and was uncomfortably cramped in my jeans, but I was trapped; I couldn’t just reach down and rearrange myself. She watched my face and continued to giggle. Her head came down onto my shoulder again, and she pressed her breast harder against my arm.

We soon came to a traffic light and I had to stop. When the light turned green I had to retrieve my hand so I could shift gears, but I couldn’t do anything about the condition of my erection without her seeing. She promptly took my hand and put it back into her crotch.

We had now stopped talking and just rode silently. Then, whether she noticed my bulge, or just wanted to flirt some more, she put her hand into my lap and began rubbing me. I must have groaned without knowing it for she laughed again and said, “Looks like you’ve got a bursa escort bayan little problem. Or maybe a big one.”

Her hand on me felt wonderful. My cock had never been touched by anyone but me and this was almost too much to bear. I thought I might explode right inside my jeans.

I said, “Please slow down, Judy. I love what you’re doing but if you don’t stop for a minute I think I’ll come in my pants.” My voice sounded strange to me and I stuttered some as I croaked out this plea.

She giggled a little and reached up to kiss my cheek. “God, I love you Bob. I’ve been dreaming of being with you like this since I heard we were coming to visit. I must have jerked off at least a half dozen times on the long ride down state. I just covered myself with a coat and pretended to doze off, and then I stuck my hand down inside my shorts and panties and rubbed myself to some beautiful orgasms. And now I’m here, and you’re here. I’ve got my hand on your cock and you’ve almost got yours in my cunt. What could be better?”

At her casual admission of her masturbation and the use of the word “cunt” I almost lost control of the car again. And, again, I almost came. I felt feverish and couldn’t talk. I think I was shaking with the strength of my lust and I sure didn’t belong behind the wheel.

At the first opportunity I pulled into a shopping center parking lot and parked well away from any other cars. As soon as I killed the engine I took my hand out of her crotch and turned to hug her. I kissed her and she responded eagerly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue between my lips. I responded in turn and we drank from each other’s mouth and inhaled each other’s breath. With our mouths still together she took my hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing it on her firm mound to show me what she wanted me to do. I think by this time she had figured out just how sexually naive I was, so she took the lead.

“Here, unbutton my blouse,” she said, helping me get the job done. “Pull it down off my shoulders so I can get my bra off. Yeah, that’s it.” She reached behind herself to unclasp the hooks and in a moment she was naked to the waist and back in my arms.

I couldn’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. I was panting and sweaty, and I was stunned by her audacity — and her breasts. They were beautiful; the size of oranges and gloriously firm. And just perfect, in my mind, for her body. Judy was not a tall girl, maybe 5’2″, but she was what today we would call a hardbody. She was a good athlete, what you picture when you hear the term cheerleader, and her musculature showed it.

“Do you like me, Hon?” she asked. She cupped her breasts and massaged the saucy brown nipples. They were swollen, standing tall on her quarter-sized areolas.

“I stuttered something about how beautiful they were and bowed my head to take one into my mouth. I licked it and sucked on it, relishing the rubbery feel of the small erection as my lips and tongue worked on it. She sighed and held my head to her chest, moaning softly in my ear.

“Please bite me, Bob. Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I’m tougher that I look and I like some pain. It makes me hot.”

This inflamed me, like gasoline on a fire. I bit down into her right nipple and felt her jerk in response. I immediately let go and looked up at her with a question on my face.

“Oh, no, Sweetie. Don’t stop. It felt wonderful. Do it some more. If it gets too intense görükle escort I’ll tell you.”

I returned with enthusiasm to my task, biting, gnawing, sucking, squeezing, and in general abusing her beautiful breasts. She moaned continuously, holding my head firmly in place, squeaking at particularly painful events, or mumbling encouragement in small gasps. I left teeth marks in her smooth flesh and turned her nipples into sore stubs. While my mouth and teeth worked on one nipple, I watched her abuse the other. She would take it between her fingers and pinch hard, twisting and pulling the dark flesh harshly, distorting her breast in the process.

We had been double teaming her breasts for only a short while when she began to pant and moan more loudly. Her body tensed and I could feel her trembling. “Harder. Do it harder. I’m going to come. Oh, God, I’m coming!”

She wailed, squeezed my head fiercely against her chest, and began to convulse in short, tight spasms. After about a minute she began to relax. With a long, deep sigh, she sat back, releasing my head. She smiled at me and caressed my face.

“Oh, Bob, that was wonderful. Thank you, Hon. I have never come without someone touching my pussy; a new milestone. I’m going to be sore tonight, but it was worth it.” After a pause, she added, “Now we have to do something for you.”

I was a little shocked at what I had done to her, even if it was at her behest, and at how she had reacted. But I was almost in pain myself, what with my raging lust and my cramped cock. As though reading my mind, she reached for my belt buckle and released it. My zipper came next, and with my help, she pulled my jeans down past my knees. Freed somewhat now, my erection strained against the cloth of my shorts, almost poking out above the elastic waistband. Judy caressed my trapped hard-on through the now wet cloth, giggling as it jumped in response to her touch. Then she pulled the shorts down and released my cock. It slammed up against my belly and lay there oozing precum.

“Oh, that is beautiful, Bob. I want to do so many nasty things to it and with it, but since I’m not on birth control, the one thing we can’t do is fuck.”

At that word my cock jumped involuntarily. This girl just kept surprising me. Judy mock slapped my straining erection and said, “Now you be a good little cock and let me make you happy.” And to me, “Well, if I can’t fuck you, how about if I suck you? It sounds almost the same and you do get to stick it in one of my holes.” Smiling at me she took my straining erection in her hand and waited for my response.

Having run out of breath, and words, again I merely nodded, and then winced as she lightly stroked my ready-to-burst rod.

I pushed the car seat as far back as it would go, which gave my cousin enough room to reach my cock without banging her head on the steering wheel. She bent to my lap, pulling her blond hair back and away so as to not block my view. I caressed her bare back and shoulders, marveling at the silkiness of her skin.

When her lips touched the tip of my cock I jerked. Nothing but my hand had ever touched this part of my body, and the feel of her warm lips sliding over the bulbous head sent shivers up my spine. I tensed from my toes to my scalp as she began to envelop my erection. I heard groaning and realized it was me. After just a minute or two I ran my fingers into her hair and pulled her head up off my cock.

“Judy, bursa escort bayan I am so pent up that I can’t stand much of that. In just a few more strokes of your beautiful mouth I am going to come. I’m sorry, Hon.”

She smiled at me and said, “Don’t be sorry, Bob. I’ve teased you without mercy. Just relax and release.” Looking deep into my eyes she added, “I want you to come. Your eagerness is a wonderful compliment to me. Now, go ahead and come for me. Fill my mouth with your hot cum. Let me taste your cream.”

She bent back to her task, easing my cock slowly into the back of her mouth and part way down her throat. Then she hummed deep in her throat and slowly sucked her way back up my swollen stalk of flesh until she had only the engorged, plum-shaped head in her mouth. I could feel her tongue caress this most sensitive of flesh, swirling around and around it. This was obviously not Judy’s first blow job.

I was unable to hold still. I found myself writhing slowly on the seat, my hands again buried in her hair, this time holding her head in place. I could feel my orgasm building, a sense of impending out-of-control pressure in my groin.

“Judy, I’m going to come. I’m going to come any moment. Here I come!”

I felt her head nod and she sucked the top end of my cock hard, pumping now with her hands.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m coming!”

The pressure in my groin released and I felt the explosion of cum roar up from my balls and spew out the head of my cock. Pulse after pulse of erupting cum burst out of my cock and into my cousin’s hot mouth. It seemed to take forever for the spasms to ease up and finally end. Judy told me later that I bounced all over the place as I came, banging her head into the wheel and making it hard for her to stay on my spurting cock. One blast got away from her and splashed into her hovering face.

I saw this one when she finally raised her head from my lap and grinned at me. It hung there from her eyebrow down the side of her nose, across the edge of her lips, and oozed off her chin onto her breast. I thought that was the sexiest thing I had ever seen until she opened her mouth to show me what she hadn’t yet swallowed. Her tongue and teeth were coated with my whitish, gooey cum, mixed with an abundance of saliva. She smiled at me as she slowly closed her mouth. I realized she was getting ready to swallow.

I said, “No. Please don’t swallow. Kiss me. It’s my cum; share it with me.”

She cocked her head in surprise and paused for a moment. Then she smiled again, a different sort of smile, a little amused, and leaned into me. Her mouth met mine and our lips opened. She pushed her cum-coated tongue into my mouth and let me suck it clean. I tasted the salty, semi-sweet, yet acrid taste of my effluent. I leaned back so that her head was above mine. With our mouths open she was able to use gravity to push more of my fluid from her mouth into mine. I sucked, swirled the gooey stuff around in my mouth, and swallowed. When we finished we sat side by side hugging, quiet in each other’s arms.

We cuddled and kissed gently. She said, “I love you, Bob. I know we don’t have a future together because we’re cousins, but I do love you and being with you.” After a while we pulled our clothes together and dressed. I hated to see her breasts go under cover and told her so.

I said, “Judy, I love you, too. And I want you so badly that I ache with it.”

She said, “Well, we’re not leaving for another week and a half. Until then let’s see how often we can get that sexy cock of yours to rise to the occasion. When I leave I want us to have tried everything we can think of to pleasure each other. And I want your balls to be totally empty. Let’s start tomorrow with you going down on me. Fair’s fair.”

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Chapter 1

It was well past midnight as Mark drove home; once again his girlfriend had left him with a raging case of blue balls. He was after all eighteen; he needed something more then mild petting and a few minutes of making out. Kristen was a beautiful girl, shoulder length blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen, he just seemed to lose himself when he stared deeply into them. But she was also a good Catholic, and wanted to keep her virginity till her wedding night; aside from the obvious problem, her aforementioned good looks only made things worse.

His cock stirred as he remembered when he picked her up, dressed in a tight pair of jeans and her C-cup tits pressing against her sweater. Through the entire movie he kept trying to get a feel of her ass, or breasts, whatever happened to be exposed at the time. Sadly each attempt was met with resistance, after the first hour he simply gave up, and contented himself with watching the movie. This if course was the usual tedium, advance and be repelled. Mark was soon pulling into his driveway, trying to push the vision of his girlfriend from his mind; perhaps it was time the he simply moved on.

Walking into the house he began to wonder about finding someone else, someone that will put out. Of course he was being selfish and shallow, but he was also a teenager filled with hormones and he just wanted to fuck someone. With no one to talk to, his friends and brother asleep decided that a while in the hot tub would help ease his troubles. Pulling of his clothes as he made his way upstairs and into his room, he took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, he had taken great care to eat properly and exercise and the fruits of that labor were clearly visible. He was tall with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes, his strong chin and broad chest of awarded him stares from a number of his female schoolmates.

Mark lived in an upper class suburban neighborhood, the average house costing close to half a million. So it could easily be said that Mark had lived a live of leisure, no doubt this was responsible for his sometimes arrogant demeanor, but he was still rather charming and funny. Much to his own surprise, and no doubt to his friends, despite his money and good looks he was still a virgin, Kristen was in fact his first and only girlfriend. Until tonight he had never even thought about leaving her, or cheating on her, it could be that he even loved her but he was not sure. Trying to push such thoughts out of his mind, he slowly eased himself into the hot water, instantly he began to feel his muscles relax and his strain melt away.

For the next half hour he drifted in and out of sleep, until his attention was drawn to the house next-door. Much like his own, it was an impressive structure, three stories high and for lack of a better word, huge. The Clarks, to whom the house belonged, were well acquainted with his own parents, being of course that they were near the same age. Also they had a daughter, Claire, in her first year of college if his memory serves, escort he had never bothered to talk to her instead he simply would ogle after her. He watched as a number of lights were turned on inside, with no other children or family in the area, it could only be Claire. She was a magnificent specimen, her breasts were average in size but did not droop in the least, and her long red hair and perfect ass were his favorite features. For years he had fantasized about fucking her, and ripping off her clothes and sticking his dick in her ass. But the strange thing was, she was not supposed to be home, she should have been at school. Her parents had gone on vacation, and he knew for a fact that they would never have trusted her to have the house to herself. A number of years ago they had left her home, and she had of course used the opportunity to throw a party. Unfortunately it had gotten out of hand, and her parents found out.

His curiosity getting the best of him, he gets out of the tub and grabs a towel, deciding to do a bit of investigation. Wrapping the towel around his wait, he walked toward a lighted window; casually peering inside, the possibility of getting a view of her naked had of course crossed his mind. But even in his wildest dreams would he have imagined to find her masturbating, but in fact, there she was. Dressed in bra and panties, his fingers rubbing the black silk covering her slit. The vision of her nude body causes his jaw to drop and his dick to harden, and of course another feature was added to his favorites. A cruel trick of fate is that red heads are often very light skinned, but Claire was more tan and beautiful. He watched in stunned silence as she pushed the material to the side and dipped a finger into her cunt, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he had to capitalize on the situation.

Perhaps he was simply in a state of shock, but he knew what he wanted to do and would not let fear hold him back. Walked to the sliding door and quietly let himself in, Claire seemed too busy to notice, so he began to approach. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The sound of his voice brought her out of her reverie, her heart racing as she lurched to her feet, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same except I think I have a pretty good Idea.”

“I know you, you’re the kid next door.” Surprising she seemed relieved to have identified him, and equally shocking was the way she looked at his exposed body.

“Its Mark, and you look like a slut.” He spoke so coldly, his statement finally causing her to realize her own condition. A blush spreading across her face as she reached for a blanket to cover herself, draping it over her body trying to hide herself from his gaze. “Don’t do that, I want to see your body, you have a very sexy body. I thought sluts like to be looked at, to know they make men’s dicks hard.”

Claire knew she should be offended, but it was turning her on, she was getting excited as he talked to her like this. He spoke so confidently, she felt small as he came closer and closer to her. Suddenly his hand reached out and tore the blanket from her body.

“God, bursa eve gelen escort look how wet you are, you want me to fuck you.”

She could not find the words; she simply stood there stupidly like a deer caught in headlights. But she could not deny the effect he was having on her, her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra, and her cunt was leaking down her thigh. Mark seemed to sense her excitement, he moved in and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and slipping into her mouth. Instinctively Claire found herself reacting, her arms wrapping around him, her fingers tracing out the muscles of his back. Just as she became lost in the passionate kiss, he pushed her back.

“Get on your knees and suck my dick.”

Without thinking she complied, she grabbed his crotch and pulled down his suit. Mark’s cock almost smacking her in the face as it sprang free, curling her fingers around the base she began to kiss the tip and the shaft. Groaning as his dick disappeared into the girl’s mouth, his fingers raked through his hair, wallowing in the feel of her expert mouth. Obviously this was not the first time she had had a cock in her mouth, not once did her teeth scrape the sensitive skin, but her tongue seemed to slide over every inch of his shaft. With her manipulation and the sheer excitement of the situation, Mark knew that he could not hold out much longer. Wishing to test the limits to which he could dominate Claire, he pulled his dick from her mouth and began to jerk off.

“Would you like my cum on your face? Do you want to be my whore?”

Everything she had ever been told said that she should be upset, that she should be angry, but she had never been so turned on in her life, “Yes! I am a slut, I am your slut.”

“God!” he screamed as he shot his load all over her face and tits, load after load splashed over her skin, the night with Kristen having stored up a good deal of semen. Finally his dick began to soften; meanwhile Claire was left drench in his cum, dripping from her hair and chin. The white cream sliding down her stomach and even falling onto the floor, Mark had never seen anything so erotic.

“Oh my God that was so incredible.” A broad smile stretched across her face as she looked up at Mark, he had almost made her orgasm from sucking his dick. She could not believe the effect his words had on her, she was no prude but she never imagined that this was the type of girl she was. It was scary to think that she actually liked to be dominated, that she craved to be abused. Her finger began to collect the gobs of semen, periodically licking her finger clean.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, I will make a slut out of you. Isn’t that what you want? To be my bitch, my fuck-toy?”

“Yes, so long as you fuck me, I need your cock in my pussy.”

Claire smiled before turning around, raising her ass as she waits for what is to come next. Mark was left stunned, her ass was tight and round, he had imagined it so many times but now it was presented before him. He did not care about anything except fucking her, no thought for Kristen or even görükle escort Claire herself, he just wanted to sink his dick in her hot cunt.

Kneeling behind her, his fingers slipping inside the band of her panties, slowly pulling them down her ass and thighs. The smell of her sex filling his nostrils, he could not help but lean in for a lick. A shudder ripped through her as his tongue made contact with the out lips. Her reaction only fueled his lust, his tongue flicked over her lips and his hand moved up to rub her clit.

“Oh God, oh God, that is so good.”

Having enough with that he stood up, taking his cock in hand and pointing it at her tight pink hole. Deciding it might be fun to tease her a little, he begins to rub the tip up and down her slit. The poor girl only whimpers, trying desperately to push her hips back against him.

“Please don’t tease me, I need you so bad.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Oh God, I want your dick in me, I want you to fuck me hard and cum in my pussy.”

Grabbing her hips forcefully, he pushing his dick into her snatch, inch by inch sinking deeper and deeper into her. A mutual groan escaping the pair as he drives his dick into her cunt, slowly his hips begin to move, stretching the walls of her cunt. “God, you are so tight, it feels like you’re squeezing my dick.”

Mark began to lose himself as he fucker her, almost pulling out before shoving the length of his cock back into her pussy. He watched as her muscles tensed, her arms trying to hold herself up as he fucked her harder and harder. Both Mark and Claire seemed to lose all sense of themselves, while in the throws of lust they sensed only the pleasure of their coupling.

“Oh God I’m going to cum!” Unable to hold it back any longer, Mark exploded inside of Claire’s womb, filling her with his sperm. His orgasm triggered her own, her body trembled as the waves of pleasure shot through her. It seemed like eternity, both were in a haze of bliss before slowing coming to Earth. As her climax subsided, Claire found herself unable to support herself and collapsed onto the ground, and Mark went down with her.

“Mark that was the most amazing sex I have ever had.”

“Really, that was my first time.”

“You’re joking?” Claire tries to roll over but is unable, Mark still pins her to the floor. “Do you mind?” Slowly he pushes himself onto his elbows, giving her just enough room to roll over.

“You are so beautiful.”

Laughing softly, Claire runs her fingers through his hair, relishing in the feeling of his warm body pressed against her own. “Your beautiful little fuck toy?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll tell you what, tomorrow you are going to call me and ask me out on a date.” Her fingers grip a handful of his hair, and tugging it playfully, “You’re cute, so you can take me out and show me a good time and treat me respectfully, but when we get in bed I would be more then happy to be your whore.”

A look of disbelief past over Mark’s face, the true nature of what he had just done finally dawning on him, he had just cheated on Kristen. Not only that, but now Claire wanted to date him, and it must be said that he did find the possibility promising. “So you want to date a younger man?”

“Younger? I’m eighteen, and I think you are too. I just happen to be a year ahead of you.”

To be continued….

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I was in my home office with my neighbor, who I had been sexually servicing for about four years in a way that his wife would not. He was sitting, naked, on a chair. I was also naked, on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth. His cock twitched and started unloading my reward. When he started pumping his seed into my mouth I began swallowing. I kept his cock in my mouth sucking on the knob and licking all remnants of his cum being sure I did not miss any.

Just as he finished feeding me his seed I heard the door close. Dropping his cock from my mouth I asked him, “Did you just hear something?”

“No”, he replied as I stood from my kneeling position.

Jim, began putting his clothes on and I slipped my pants and shoes back on. After Jim left I decided to see if anyone was here besides us. I went into the room which I have turned into a bar. I fixed myself a glass of Jack Daniel’s and walked through the sliding doors onto the patio.

Myia, my thirty two year old daughter was sitting on the porch swing. She had a cocktail on the table beside the swing and an amused smile on her face.

Myia just recently split from her husband and she and her four year old son, Brandon, are living with me until she gets back on her feet.

“Hi Myia”, I somewhat nervously greeted her. “How long have you been home? I thought you were working this afternoon.”

“I was supposed to work this afternoon but it was really slow so I decided to take the rest of the day off,” she replied. “Brandon is with his father this weekend and I thought I would just take some time for myself.”

I began to relax a little believing that what I heard was her in the barroom. “It is always good to take time for yourself.”

“Is that what you do? I saw you in the office just now.” Then she continued, “I have wondered if you were bi-sexual and now I guess I know.”

“Yes I have been bi-sexual for many years now. Does it bother you knowing that I like having sex with men?”

“Actually no, it does not. I just wish it was me instead of Jim,” She responded.

Somewhat taken aback I stammered, “Wh…Wh..What did you say?”

She looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and quietly repeated, “I wish it was me you were having sex with instead of Jim.”

After a short silence she continued, “I have wanted you sexually ever since I was about fifteen. I use to fantasize about you slipping into my bed at night..”

“Myia, I am very flattered that you wish to have me in that way, but it cannot be. You are my daughter,” I sternly replied.

Myia said no more she stood up from the swing, picked up her drink and drank it. Then she stopped beside me on her way into the bar and kissed me on the cheek saying, “Okay, I will see you at supper.”

Myia is a beautiful young lady at five feet one inch tall, weighing about one hundred ten pounds, striking blue eyes, a B plus cup size and copper red hair that she wears shoulder length.

I watched her as she walked past the bar, sat her empty glass on the counter and proceeded towards the kitchen.

As I watched her I thought, ‘She probably is a very hot fuck. But she is my daughter and it cannot be.’

Over the next few days neither of us mentioned what we had discussed.

Then one evening just her and I were sitting at the bar having a drink when she asked, “Are you sure?”

I just nodded my head bursa yabancı escort took a sip of my Jack and changed the subject.

About two weeks after Myia had caught me with a cock in my mouth my wife had to go on a business trip and would be gone for at least two weeks. She flew out of town on a Friday afternoon. I always felt there was a little more to her business trips than she talked about. However it did not bother me as we had not been sexually active with each other for a least five years, at that time. At that time she told me that she no longer was interested in sex to which I replied that she can do with out sex but I am not. I am sure that she has a lover, I know I have several.

That evening Myia and I dropped Brandon off at his fathers on our way to the club for dinner. We had a few drinks while there and then went home.

We did not talk about her fantasy of having sex with me again, except the one time she asked me if I was sure.

She had a mysterious smile on her face all evening while we were at the club.

I finally asked, “Are you alright? You seem to be in a strange mood this evening.”

“Yes,” she stated, “It is just that I always enjoy coming here.”

I noted an unfamiliar look in her eyes but said nothing.

Something woke me about three in the morning. I looked down my body and saw Myia, naked, on my bed between my legs and my hard cock in her mouth. At that point all resistance on my part vanished.

She took my cock from her mouth, kissed the head and licked the pre-cum from the slit as it flowed out. She lapped the pre-cum, kissed, licked and nibbled my cock head. Then she slipped the tip of my cock back into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the shaft as she slid it deeper into her throat. She managed to get all of my seven and a half inches into her mouth and my bare balls rested on her chin. She held still for a minute then slowly started bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock.

I felt my cock twitch as my seed started to boil up my cock-shaft. When I started shooting my cum into my daughters mouth she backed up on the shaft until her lips sealed just the head in her mouth. I shot four very large loads of seed into her mouth, she swallowed all she could and the rest dribbled out of her mouth.

After I cum she lay with my cock in her mouth licking the head. When she was satisfied that my cum was all gone she raised her body up next to me and whispered, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“Yes sweetheart, I enjoyed it very much.” I then pulled her into my arms and gave her a deep tongue probing kiss. After we broke the kiss I stated, “You do know, do you not that the genie can never be put back in the bottle.”

“Yes,” she giggled, “I know.”

It was like a breath of fresh air and all barriers were gone. We kissed and caressed each other as we whispered endearments in the others ear.

I started gently massaging her breast and soon had her nipple in my mouth, suckling her. I switched to the other tit and did the same before kissing and nibbling my way down her body.

When I got to her bald mound of heaven I kissed and licked it. I separated her pussy lips with my tongue. I kissed, licked and sucked the gate to her love tunnel. I tongue fucked her and flicked her clit with my tongue. I sucked on her swollen clit as though it was bursa sınırsız escort a small cock.

Myia started mewling as she began having orgasms. She tightened her legs around my head and mewled with each orgasm. Then she would relax until the next one came. She had a crescendo of orgasms with each wave more intense than the one before. As she rode the waves of her orgasms her mewling vocally increased in volume. Her cum rolled out of her like a river and I lapped like a kitten at a saucer of milk.

When I felt that she was nearing her big O I brought my body up hers and as I hovered over her I took my ramrod hard cock in my hand and rubbed the head up and down between the lips that guarded the entrance to her love tunnel.

With my cock positioned over her mound of pleasure and aligned with the entrance to her piece of heaven, I sank into her.

It felt like my cock had been immersed in a ball of fire. I lay still for awhile as we locked lips and our tongues joyfully danced with each others.

I began slowly pumping into my daughter and she thrust her hips back matching my tempo.

We stared into each others eyes as we slowly pumped to meet each other. I pumped into her very hot love tunnel and she rode my cock meeting me thrust for thrust. Her eyes radiated her love and I am sure that mine did as well.

We slowly fucked for several minutes as we enjoyed the bliss of sharing our special father/daughter love. Then with a sense of urgency we increased the tempo of our thrusts into and against each other.

She sensed that I was nearing my climax and started thrusting hard. I could not hold back any longer and I started shooting my seed into her. I pumped five shots of seed, emptying my balls deep into her.

As I started shooting my seed she started having a crescendo of climaxes each gaining in intensity. She cried out with each climax and tightened her sheath around my cock. Each time she cried out it was vocally louder.

Her whole body shook as we consummated our love for each other.

We collapsed onto each other and with my cock still buried in her, our lips locked together and our tongues did a slow dance.

We lay back with her cuddled in my arms as we stroked and petted each other and whispered endearments. I soon realized that she was sleeping.

I arose from the bed and in the dim light I studied the body of my beautiful daughter, she had the look of a woman that not only felt loved but was very sexually satisfied.

An overwhelming feeling of love and a sense of immense pride welled up in me as I watched her peacefully sleeping.

I put on a light robe, slipped out of the room and proceeded to the bar. The grey light of dawn was streaming through the glass doors to the patio. I looked a the clock and it read a quarter past six

Myia and I had been exchanging our love for about three hours.

I brewed a pot of coffee and when it was ready I poured a cup full, carried it onto the patio and sat on the swing sipping it.

As I sipped on the coffee many thoughts of the happenings of the last few hours entered my mind.

First and foremost was, ‘I just fucked my daughter!’… ‘no that isn’t right I made love to my daughter.’

‘or should I say we made love to and with each other.’

‘What happens now, the dynamics of our relationship is forever görükle escort changed.’

‘Will we continue on this path?’

My brain was in a turmoil with these and other thoughts. Over a period of a couple of hours I drained the coffee pot as I sorted through my thoughts and feelings.

I finally came to the conclusion that Myia is certainly old enough to know what her feelings are and what she is doing. Our overwhelming love for each other brought us to this point and it was bound to happen sooner or later.

It was not like just having sex with my daughter but rather the further bonding of father and daughter by the consummation of our love for each other.

As I contemplated on everything I realized that with all of the women I have had an emotional and sexual relationship with, none came close in comparison to the love which Myia and I share.

I prepared another pot of coffee and it was ready just before Myia appeared.

She was wearing a sheer lilac colored baby doll and radiated both an outer and inner beauty. Her striking blue eyes were glistening with love and immense pleasure.

I poured a cup of coffee for her and set it on the counter. She came to me, wrapped herself in my arms and whispered, “You are wonderful.” Then before I could reply she clamped her lips on mine.

We broke our kiss and she picked up her cup and sipped the coffee. We walked onto the patio and sat on the swing.

We sat in silence as we drank our coffee.

I finally spoke, “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“MMMMM”, she replied. “I feel wonderful and I feel loved. I am very happy that we did what we did. The only regret I have is that we did not fully express our love a long time ago.”

I reached over and pulled her into my arms. We kissed as we embraced and were soon exploring each others body with our hands. We somehow managed to remove what clothing the other had on and our exploration continued with the addition of our mouths.

Myia slipped to her knees between my legs and took my rapidly hardening cock into her mouth. She sucked as she slid the shaft into her mouth. She slowly moved her mouth up and down my rigid shaft.

Then she swallowed all of my cock… backed off a little then did so again. She dropped my cock out of her mouth, stood and straddled my body.

Myia plunged her body down on my cock burying it deep in her tunnel of love and once again it felt like my cock was in a furnace. She worked her pussy up and down on my hard cock and I thrust my hips meeting her mound of heaven as she came down and pulling back, keeping time with her tempo. She sped the tempo up, plunging her love tunnel rapidly up and down on my cock. Then she slowed the tempo, pumping gently up and down. Then she sped up again, she alternated between slow and frantically pumping on my cock.

With a very loud guttural sound she slammed herself down hard on my cock, squeezed her knees on my hips and spasmed violently as her orgasm overtook her. My cock spewed forth its seed with five squirts. After giving my daughter my seed my cock began to go limp. She gripped my cock in her tunnel of love as she collapsed forward onto me. We basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Myia swung herself off of me and sat beside me. I dropped to my knees between her legs. Cum, both hers and mine, was dribbling out of her sweet pussy. I leaned forward and began lapping our love juices. I sucked on her mound of joy and licked the gateway of the passage to heaven. I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could licking her clean and savoring it all.

Myia and I fucked and made love all weekend, we were like two teen agers that had just discovered sex and just could not get enough.

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You had been staying at my place for 3 days – being a good friend I felt it was the gentlemanly thing to do – providing you with a place to stay while you visited Sydney. After a hard days work I was only interested in having a beer while watching TV and then crashing out for an early night. You had gone out nightclubbing and so after I had finished dinner and a couple of beers in front of the TV I moved to the bathroom for a long cleansing shower to wash the stress of the day away. While standing in the mirror I noticed that my genital area was getting a bit hairy, so I decided to take care of that. After a long and satisfying rinse I took a disposable razor to my cock and balls – gently shaving them to a smooth, hair free finish. While running my hands over both to check for any stray hairs I closed my eyes and imagined a woman’s hand and mouth moving over them. With even thinking my brain snapped to you – even though just good friends – you had always been hot in my eyes and as I fantasised about you pleasuring me – my cock did the inevitable and sprung up to it’s full 7.5 inches.

After several minutes of stroking my cock I decided to stop and rinse myself off – chastising myself for thinking that way about you. I then dried myself off and moved onto my waterbed – sliding underneath the satin sheets on this typically warm late summer evening in Sydney. Within minutes I was asleep – but again the thought of you haunted me – in my dreams we were fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. As a consequence I was writhing on the bed and in doing so brushed the sheet aside to reveal my hard and throbbing cock. As the dream finished I lay flat on my back and collapsed into a deep slumber. After a non event of an evening you decided to come home early. As you entered the door you moved past my bedroom and then you decided to open the door to see if I was there. You were quite shocked when you saw me laying naked on the bed with my cock still fully erect – so much so that you started to feel a tingle course through your body – making you feel flushed – from your neck, to your firm breasts, to your stomach and then finally within the silky folds of your pussy.

Totally unbidden, your hands started to move all over your body – making you feel hotter and hotter – knowing that you were aroused at catching me in the most compromising position. As if you were on auto pilot, you started to remove your clothes bursa eskort in a slow and sensual fashion until finally you were as naked as I was. Still sleeping, I had no idea you were there……or what you were thinking. Moving closer to my cock – you couldn’t help blowing a cool breeze over the head of my cock as you were perched at the side of the bed. As you did so, I let out a low moan in my sleep – instantly making your pussy wet as you realised that even in my sleep you were giving me pleasure. As you saw my cock twitch – you knew you had to wrap your lips around my still throbbing member. So, moving in quietly you gave the thick head a gentle kiss, then moving slowly down the shaft you kept giving little kisses – right down to the base and around my balls – marvelling at how smooth everything was. You hand moved down between your legs and started rubbing your wet slit – slowly sliding a finger inside your pussy lips and rubbing your clit slowly.

As you moved back up and gently take the head of my cock inside your hot mouth – I start to stir in my sleep – but you are beyond caring, slowly sliding your mouth down onto my shaft – taking all of it inside. Still sleeping, my hand moves down and places itself on your head, rubbing and caressing your hair. By this stage you were slowly sliding your mouth up and down – marvelling at how good it felt – you sensually sucking on my cock while rubbing your pussy slowly – plus having me still asleep! Your other hand moved up and your thumb and index finger formed a tight circle – following the movements of your mouth – up and down. It was at this stage that I started to wake up in earnest – at first very confused at the sensation of a hot mouth sucking my cock. I then initially reacted with panic – who the fuck could be inside my house – but as I looked down and saw your trademark hairstyle I relaxed – but still not believing that you were giving me the blowjob of a lifetime.

As this stage you were not aware I was awake – so entranced with the sensation of my cock in your mouth and your pussy on fire. It was only when you sucked hard on the shaft, causing me to instinctively thrust my cock further into your hot mouth that you realised I was awake and raring to go. Without a word you kept sucking – but internally you were so excited that I was awake and ready to give you some pleasure. I also reacted without a word – sitting up slightly and grabbing bursa bayan escort your hips slightly – pulling your body on top of me and positioning your already soaking pussy right over my mouth. Spreading your ass cheeks part ever so slowly I started to blow cool air over your clit – causing you to shudder and start sucking me a little faster. Then I dived in – sliding my tongue slowly up and down your slit – tasting how hot and aroused your were – lapping up your juices. We started to moan in sync with each other as our bodies responded to the pleasure we were giving one another.

I couldn’t help but bury my tongue deep inside you – causing you to run your tongue around the head of my cock and giving the head a playful nip. Then to please you some more I slid my two middle fingers deep inside your snatch and started slowly finger fucking you – causing you to moan even louder and stroke my cock in time with my fingers penetrating you. As your pussy opened up to my fingers I sensed you starting to suck on my cock a little faster – I had a feeling that you were getting close to orgasm so I removed my fingers and then feverishly started licking your clit. Then, with a barely suppressed grin I started to rub my soaked fingers over and around your tight asshole. You moaned out loud and then your body shook as a massive orgasm rocked you. You were beyond caring – your clit and pussy throbbing, your juices flowing and the sensation of two wet fingers dancing around your ass took you right over the top, the waterbed surging with the movement of our bodies.

You were still stroking my cock and licking the precum off the head when the last throes of your orgasm left you. There was only one thing left……………you wanted my cock inside you, and you wanted it right then and there! We lay on the bed next to each other for a couple of minutes – kissing each other softly – still not believing that this was happening. My cock was still raring to go and so you moved onto all fours and looked around and locked eyes with me and said ‘ I want to be fucked senseless on your waterbed – right now!’

Ever being the one to oblige I moved in behind you – moving the head over your tight ass and then down between your soaked inner thighs – rubbing the head against your dripping sex – before slowly burying it inside you – revelling in the heavenly sensation of your pussy gripping bursa ucuz escort my cock as it filled you completely. As I started to thrust my willing cock into you – you noticed that the movement of the water in the mattress was giving your pussy different sensations as my cock explored every inch of you – moving in time with the mattress. I leant forward – holding your shoulders still and then pulling back on them – hard and fast – your pussy being rammed back onto me. You head snapped back in rapture and I could hear you moaning and groaning like the pleasure was going to rip your apart at the seams.

After several minutes of hard fucking my hands slid off your shoulders, moving down to your firms breasts – swaying in time to our love making. After gently squeezing them and tweaking your nipples I felt your were ready for the grand finale. I slowly eased out of you. I said to you that I wanted you to ride me, but facing away from me. With a grin you turned around and showed me your perfect ass and pussy in the moonlight. You held onto the edge of the bed and lowered your soaked pussy onto my cock – slowly using your pussy muscles to control the slide down my cock. I let out a loud moan – gasping in awe while watching your pussy piston up and down on me. Your ass muscles contracting on the upstroke – giving my cock a vice like grip, milking it.

After 5 or so minutes you started to tire so I suggested you lay back on top of me. You slowly lay back on me – moving your legs to the outside of mine – spreading yourself as far as you could. I started to thrust into you deeply – as my hands roamed over your breasts and clit, as I started to kiss your shoulder and neck. Your body was purely at the whim of my cock, fingers and the movement of the waterbed. After some non stop attention to your clit I felt your body tense on top of me – leading to another explosive, soaking orgasm. This time you started to scream a little at the continual pleasure coursing through you.

Your pussy contraction proved to be too much for me. I held your hips still, while thrusting hard – fucking you deep. I started to gasp like I was a marathon runner as the cum surged up my cock – to the point of no return. I reached down and pulled my cock out of you as I shot my hot creamy load – squirting cum over your body in white splashy lines from your pussy – all the way to your heaving and aroused tits. You gasped at the heat of my cum and then you reached down to stroke me dry of cum. the, as we came down from our perspective orgasms – you started to rub my cum all over you – from your breasts to your throbbing pussy. As we fell asleep in each others arms – we knew that our friendship would never be the same again.

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“All right then,” I said. I nodded to Jamie, who leaned forward and grabbed the cross rail of the headboard. He thrust hard into Mom’s mouth, paused withdrew, and thrust again. He gave a strangled cry, and as his cum exploded into the back of her throat, I ripped away her blindfold.

Mom’s eyes were closed as she struggled to swallow the gysering loads of cum Jamie was pumping into her mouth. As Jamie’s convulsions slackened, Mom opened her eyes, saw who was astride her, and gave a strangled cry. Jamie’s cock slid free of her lips and one final spurt of jizz trickled down her chin. Jamie leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on Mom’s cum-soaked mouth, and rolled over.

Mom gave another gurgling cry as she saw Johnny between her shapely thighs pumping his hard dick into her wet pussy. She pulled against the restraints, but her flushing face, throat and breasts told that she having another violent orgasm.

Johnny threw his head backwards, and gave a final mighty thrust that lifted Mom’s ass off the mattress. His climax roared out of his stiff cock inside Mom’s churning pussy. Their cums, hot and milky looking, flowed over Johnny’s tight ballsac and down the crack of Mom’s ass. Johnny supported his heaving torso on his arms, looking down at Mom with a sly grin. Mom’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Johnny gave a few more soft but deep strokes of his cock, then withdrew with a wet slurping sound from Mom’s wet cunt.

Both boys cuddled beside Mom’s heaving form. Four hands began to caress her curvaceous body. Two pairs of lips began to kiss her cum spattered face, and murmur soft endearments. Mom was trembling. Quietly, I climbed over the foot of the bed, and nestled between her legs.

“Pretty Mommy,” I said, my hands gently spreading her double-fucked pussy. Her scent, mixed with Johnny’s generous offering of seed assaulted my nostrils. My own pussy was wet and flowing as I bent my lips. Mom gave a cry as my lips kissed her labia. My tongue darted in, and my head spun with the combined flavors of her and my brothers. I savored her taste. My brothers were kissing Mom and caressing her. Her struggles against the restraints were decreasing in intensity because the fire in her pussy was regaining control.

Slowly and carefully, I licked Mom’s sweet love hole. Her taste was always sweet, but this time it was doubly intoxicating, being commingled with Jamie and Johnny’s cum. Soon, her hips were moving up and down in unison with the tongue fucking I was giving her.

I glanced upwards. Mom was turning her head from side to side, receiving wet deep tongue-dancing kisses from her sons, Johnny on the right and Jamie on the left. I saw lips meet and tongues entwine between and over the V-shaped valley of her breasts. The boys, meanwhile, were caressing her, touching her everywhere, and the effect of their strong gentle hands was raising Mom’s sexual desire to an explosive level.

Resuming my oral ministrations to Mom’s throbbing clit, I felt my own cunny aching. I forced myself to be patient. It was Mom’s coming out to her family, as it were. I found her opening, and her swollen labial lips clenched at my tongue live an eager lover seeking the kiss of her beloved.

Mom began to make bursa sınırsız escort soft cries of passion, her hips bouncing on the mattress. I looked up, and nodded at my brother. Quickly, they turned and released Mom’s arms from the restraints. I turned and unbound her feet.

I scooted upwards, lying atop my mother’s writhing body. Our lips met in a hungry demanding kiss. Mom’s arms went around me, and our legs entwined as mounds meshed and pressed together. On either side of me, I could hear the boys pant for breath as they watched their sister and mother in hot lesbian love.

Our breasts were flattened against one another. Our hips pressed and ground into one another. Our legs entwined, and our kisses were loud and wet as our tongues met, danced, meshed, and parted again. On the edge of a volcanic orgasm, I rolled off Mom.

Johnny was atop me in a wink, as Jamie took his place between Mom’s thighs. Two hard straining cocks sank into two wet holes. I groaned with delight as Johnny’s fat fuck muscle spread and filled me. Next to me, I heard Mom’s ecstatic cry as Jamie did the same for her. I glanced over at her, and saw her expression of hungry lust. I grasped Mom’s hand in mine, as Johnny leaned over me and began to suckle my nips as he began to stroke in and out of my flowing pussy.

“Which is more beautiful?” Johnny gasped to his brother, his face twisted with pleasure as his hips pumped slowly but firmly. “Our pretty sister, or our gorgeous Mom?”

Jamie gave a small grin as he ground his ass against Mom’s upturned hips. Mom squealed happily as Jamie’s pubes rubbed against her throbbing clit. “Can’t tell you, bro,” Jamie gasped. “They look more like sisters to me.”

“Fuck yeah,” Johnny agreed. He speeded his thorough fucking of me, feeling my pussy contract and squeeze tightly on his thrusting pole. I was fast approaching another crisis. Johnny leaned over me and kissed me with lots of tongue, his dick finding new depths inside me.

“Oh god, oh god, Jamie,” Mom began to pant. She’d locked her ankles in the small of Jamie’s back, and her luscious ass was humping upwards. “Take me, baby,” she pleaded. “Oh god, take me hard, son. Oh Jamie, you feel so wonderful baby.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Jamie panted back. “I want you. I love your hot cunt wrapped around my dick. Goddam, I love fucking the hole I came out of.”

“The hole you’re gonna cum into, you mean?” Johnny gasped with a grin.

That did it for me. The sight and sound and smell of my handsome hunk of a brother pounding my lovely voluptuous mother sent me over the edge. My hands found Johnny’s ass and my cunt clutched at him furiously as my orgasm broke over me like a breaker spraying spume over the rocks at the beach.

“She’s cumming,” Johnny yelled, fucking me with fast steady strokes, milking my climax to full intensity and letting my body ride the waves of sensation that were streaking through me. I cried out unintelligibly again and again as I came on Johnny’s savagely probing pole.

I fell back weakly, utterly spent. Johnny gave me a few finishing strokes to bring me down, then withdrew his still turgid tool, sopping and glistening from my cum. He sat back on his haunches, smiling down bursa escort bayan at me, one hand slowly stroking his still engorged cock.

Beside us, Mom was making low moaning noises. Jamie was atop her, raised above her writhing form resting on her arms. Mom’s lascivious ass was humping upwards to meet him on each stroke. Her ankles had locked in the small of his back, and her hands were clutching his upper arms. Jamie’s face was twisted in the lovely expression between utter ecstasy and agony. Mom’s head thrashed from side to side. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and she gave a sharp cry. Her back raised off the bed. The air was filled with the pungent scent of her orgasmic flood.

Jamie’s cock continued to pound in and out of her, with wet gushing sounds. He looked to his brother, Johnny, who was still on his haunches stroking his own engorged cock. Johnny nodded.

Quickly, Jamie pulled out of Mom’s flowing cunt, and scuttled up to where he was kneeling on one side of Mom’s still heaving body. Johnny kneeled on the other side. I slid off the bed and went to stand and the foot. The boys pumped their swollen stiff cocks. And then Mom was bathed in two spewing streams of thick hot young cum. It spattered on her bouncing breasts, her heaving belly, and her neck and face. Her hands reached out instinctively, and grabbed her sons’ two spewing members, and milked them, as she writhed under her hot cum shower. I watched breathlessly as my brothers bathed my Mom in their essence. The room was redolent with spunk, the air heavy with the hot humid aroma of sex. The boys collapsed wearily, fully spent. They cuddled on each side of Mom, as they had often cuddled next to me.

The sight was so erotic, and so tender, I felt my eyes filling with tears. The fell quietly down my cheeks, as my brothers’ hands moved over Mom’s body, massaging their cum over her flesh, making her body glisten like burnished gold in the flickering light of the candles. Mom kissed Jamie thoroughly, then turned her head and gave Johnny and equally long tonguing kiss. She let go their softening cocks, and patted their thighs.

“Let me up a moment, boys,” she said smiling.

Mom slid out of bed, and came to me. I looked at her. Her expression was contented, but hard to read. The Mom gave me a dazzling smile, and I was in her arms. My brothers’ cum was sticky between us as we embraced.

We kissed. Our lips parted and our tongues met, entwined, parted, and entwined again. I felt her love for me, for us, flood through me. Still holding each other, after the kiss, she whispered to me, “You brat. You set me up.”

I giggled. “Yes, I did. And I’m not sorry.” We kissed quickly. “And neither are you, so don’t pretend you are.”

Holding each other close, we looked at the bed. The boys were watching us. Their faces were solemn, but their eyes were dancing with laughter and love. They are magnificent specimens, my brothers. Naked as young gods, the dew of my and Mom’s pussy still wet on their dicks and pubes, they looked at us with unabashed admiration and love.

Johnny got up first, and came and joined us. Jamie was right behind him. We all stood in a great group hug, kissing, and crying, and laughing, all at nilüfer escort the same time.

Together, we went downstairs, and out to the pool. The sun had set, but it was still warm, and plenty of light to see by. Naked, we all went swimming. We splashed and ducked each other like rambunctious children. This time, however, the play was generously sprinkled with kisses, and touches, and hugs. After a time, I felt a little winded. I climbed out of the pool (to the appreciative catcalls and whistles of my brothers) the water streaming down my body. I stretched out on a chaise and watched Mom and the boys. Mom came out next, and told the boys that if they wanted food, they had to arrange it. The boys bounced out of the pool, and ran into the house, water flying from their hair and bodes and their wet feet leaving footprints on the deck of the pool.

Mom stretched on a chaise beside me. We reached out and held hands. Mom gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

“That was a dirty trick, Marian,” she said with mock severity.

I smiled. The air was warm, and I’d be sexually sated (well almost anyway, and the night was still young).

“If I had told you,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “That the boys and I were—“

“I would have been shocked and horrified,” Mom said honestly. We heard the boys’ raucous laughter from inside the house. “No, honey. I suppose you did the right thing. If it was all right between you and me, then the boys . . .” She gave me a long look, then giggled. I giggled with her.

“They are very good, aren’t they?” She said laughing.

“You don’t know the half of it, Mom,” I said, laughing with her. “Just wait until they want to take you up the ass! I thought I’d split wide open.”

“Marian!” Mom looked at me. Then she looked down at her own nude body, and apparently the events of the afternoon caught up with her. She smiled, and squeezed my hand again. “I guess,” she said, “I’ll have to tell you how to do that so it doesn’t hurt so.”

“Hey you two!” came a shout from inside the house. “You coming in or what?”

We went in, Mom and I. To our sons, our brothers, and now our lovers. That night was spent in lovemaking. None of us got very much sleep. I had my fantasy realized of seeing Mom get the double-treatment, one of the boys taking her doggie as the other fed his cock to her mouth, and she watched them do the same to me. Then the thrill of a daisy chain, as I sucked Jamie who was eating out Mom who was sucking Johnny who was hungrily licking my clit. Then we put the boys on their backs, side by side, and Mom and I rode those wonderful cocks, changing places. Then Mom and I had some private moments, except the boys were watching gleefully.

At last, we were all tumbled together, a sticky confusion of legs and pussies and arms and torsos. One by one, we drifted into a satisfied and exhausted sleep. I was the last to drift off.

The only thing that had marred the day’s plans had been the arrival of a certified letter, just before the boys had left on their “camping trip.” I’d signed for it, and put it my room to give to mom later. It was from out of state. But I recognized the name of the sender. After an eighteen-year absence, Daddy had written home.

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Once again, thanks to all you faithful readers who enjoyed the “My Hot Brothers” series. There may or may not be more to this story, I don’t know yet. In the meantime, I do have several other stories in the works,if the “Brothers” Parts 3 and 4 are as well received as were the original two installments. As always, comments and criticisms welcomed. Peace, JerryL50

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 1 – Prologue

2:00am, Friday, May 12th.

The dream seemed very real. I was at the home of University President Wellman, and I was fucking Vicki Oldeeds from behind, thrusting into her with deep, brutal strokes. I was feeling the wetness of her violated vagina as I drove into Vicki again and again and again…

Then I realized it was more than a dream… it was a memory. I was reliving the moment where I had raped Vicki Oldeeds. (Author’s note: Case of the Executed Evangelist, Ch. 04. Readers may want to re-read all of that story as well as ‘A Case of Revenge’.) I was dreaming in the most explicit terms of how her cunt had felt as I had slammed into her, the wetness, and the heat, the feel of her hips as my hands gripped them. It seemed so real…

And then, in the blink of an eye, it all changed. I was in my bed at the Mountain Nest, the only light coming through the window, casting everything in an eerie, bluish hue. And when I looked down, feeling the magnificent ass pushing into my groin as I sank deep into her cuntal wetness… was Angela Harlan.

“Ohhhh, Commannndderrrrrrr…” Angela purred, looking over her right shoulder at me, her mane of black hair flowing down over her left shoulder. “Oh yes, that is so good! Fuck me, you bastard!”

I was gripping her hips, pulling her to me as I thrust hard into her, my body seemingly on autopilot, my hips and ass driving my throbbing hard meat into her until my balls slapped her labes.

“Fuck me like you always wanted to, you fucking stud!” Angela hissed. Then she said “You’ll see the answer to the code when you come inside me…”

“You fucking bitch!” I heard myself gasp. “Take it, you bitch!” I was pounding away at the pussy in front of me, feeling my nut rise and a huge climax overtaking me. The bluish light turned gray.

Angela collapsed to the bed and was lying flat on her belly, and I’d followed her down, my cock still buried as far as I could get it into her cunt. As the thick wads of my semen violently spurted into her cunt, I heard her say “The photo… the photo…”

And then, I was awake. The room was dark, but in color now. Underneath me was my wife Laura. I had just filled her wonderful pussy with my huge load. We were both gasping. I kissed her temple above her right ear as she said. “God, darling, that was soooo good!”

I eased off of Laura and rolled onto my back, which hurt as I twisted my spine too fast. She eased herself up over me and kissed me on the mouth, which turned into a long, deep, tongue twining kiss.

“How’s your back?” my wife asked.

“Seems okay, for the moment.” I said, willing the bursa escort bayan pain to go away. That became unnecessary, however, as Laura positioned herself over me and took my half-hard, cum-slimy cock into her warm, wet mouth, fellating me as she cleaned up the frothy mess left by our coupled loins. Then I was shocked to feel my cock getting hard as she sucked it.

“Did you slip me a gray viagra?” I asked. Laura stopped sucking me and turned to look back at me.

“No, you took it yourself before we went to bed.” she said. Now I remembered having done so… but it was too late. Laura was getting off the bed, and getting a kit to take blood from me. Once that was done, she expertly used her mouth to get me hard again, then straddled me and fit my cock into her cum-filled pussy. We began grinding into each other, ‘bumping uglies’ as we fucked passionately. I sucked my wife’s tits, draining one of her udders of milk as she groaned in orgasm, twice…

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At 4:30am, I woke up, as I usually did. As I sat up, I realized I was alone in my bed. As I got up, I saw that Laura was not in the bathroom, which was a good thing because I had to do my business.

After completing the three ‘S’s, I came back into the bedroom to find that Laura had not returned to the bedroom. I got dressed, then went out into the hallway and looked in Carole’s room; she was sleeping peacefully, but Bowser was not in his basket. A check on little Jim found him sleeping, and Buddy looking up at me as I looked in.

I went downstairs and saw the light on in the little office space down the hall from the den. Looking in, I saw Laura at the desk, working on the computer. She was wearing a tight, form-fitting white tee-shirt and black short-shorts. Despite the tremendous climaxes I’d enjoyed a couple of hours before, I felt my loins stirring as I became aroused at the sight of my gorgeous wife.

“Hey, baby.” I said, coming into the room. Bowser looked up at me from the far end of the room; he’d been keeping my wife company. “Everything okay?”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep.” Laura said. “So I came down to do some work. I told the CIA Director that I was going to start looking again into the death of our agent Mike from some time ago. Ever since we’ve found those links to the Oldeeds Group, and with you working on the Sharples code, I’m going to see what I can do to get Vicky Oldeeds for murdering Mike.”

“I don’t blame you a bit.” I said. “Anything so far?”

“Casey B. Walker was hiding some information from me about it… hiding it from the whole Company, really.” Laura said. “Jody Corrigan was covering up the murder, and I’ve finally gotten access to some of that information. Mike had found and documented some possible links to the child trafficking, but they’re cold now.”

“Even cold links can lead to warmer links.” I said. “Okay, I perceive that someone has business to do: Bowser! do you need to go out?”

Bowser quickly got up and started walking out of the room and down the hallway towards the back door. Buddy was already at the back door, patiently waiting. As I took them outside to do their business, I wondered to myself just who had who fully trained, here…”

Part 2 – bursa anal yapan escort Wins and Losses

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!” shouted the lovely redheaded MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Friday, May 12th. “Channel Two News has learned that some Republicans in the State Legislature have joined Democrats in calling for an investigation of Governor Val Jared and his spending of your tax dollars on law enforcement activities cracking down on hardworking immigrant families!”

“State Representative Wilson Hammonds, Chairman of the powerful State House Ways Geiger was okay, but nothing exceptional, and he had been all too willing to work with Captain Malone and Steven Ikea back in the day. Stains like that almost never leave.

“So maybe someone from outside.” continued Coldiron. “Lt. Irwin from Precinct 1 has some experience in Vice.”

“We’ll consider that.” I said. “Meanwhile, here’s a parting gift from me in appreciation for your excellent work for me.” I handed him the box.

He opened it to find a Tilley Hat, similar to mine but a slightly different style… with Airborne wings attached to the top. For the first time within my sight, ‘Coldiron’ Masters looked truly surprised.

“Yes.” I said. “I know. And no matter what happened in the Army, you should always show pride at being a United States Paratrooper. And no matter what anyone says, I know you have the integrity to not only work in City I.A., but to work again with me and Captain Ross at any time.”

Coldiron had never admitted he’d gone through Airborne School, like many young Army Officers do. And despite the injustices done to him and his military career, he exceeded the standard required to wear the Parachutist Badge with pride. I might be biased in my thoughts about that, of course.

“You’re right, sir.” he said, standing up and shaking my hand. “All the way and then some, sir.”

“Airborne!” I replied. “Okay, you’ve got some vacation coming before your official last day of May 31st. Take it all, you’ve earned it. Captain Ross, pick this man’s brain before he gets away from us.”

“I will.” said Cindy. I shook hands with Masters one more time, thanking him for his service, and dismissed him and Cindy.

As I sat down, I contemplated what we were going to do about Vice. But no matter what we did… Cindy Ross’s job just got a lot harder.

Part 3 – Codes and Conspiracies

At 10:30am, I was working on the Sharples code, the blocks of letters in the epistle he’d sent me, which also were found in Braille in Tim Burris’s safe room, when Cindy came in.

“So,” I said as she sat down in a hot chair rather than on the sofa, “you put out an email about Coldiron leaving?”

“Yes.” she said. “I was just going to tell Vice, but rumors were already starting up, so I just nipped all that in the bud and sent the email.”

“Good.” I said. “That was the right thing to do, and you were the right person to do it.”

“Sir, what are we going to do to replace Coldiron?” Cindy asked. I sat back in my Command Chair, letting the lumbar support help the ‘girdle’ take pressure off my back.

“That is, of course, your immediate problem, Captain.” I said with bursa rus escort a half-grin. “What do you want to do about it?”

“I want to apologize for not being prepared for this.” said Cindy. “I should’ve had a contingency plan. Having said that, I did spend the last half hour in consultation with the previous Vice Lieutenant.” That was Teresa Croyle, of course.

“She said that while she was Vice Lieutenant,” Cindy continued, “she was hoping someone would rise up and assert themselves, and show leadership. But Geiger was always a puppy dog, and apologies for the insult to Bowser and Buddy; Grubby Paul doesn’t know what ‘paperwork’ means, much less is; he never gets his own paperwork done, so I have no hopes for him getting all of Vice’s paperwork done.” I nodded in emphatic understanding; it had once taken the Police Commander telling Detective Grubby Paul that he would not be getting paid until his paperwork was caught up to get him to do it.

Cindy went on: “Chris Purvis is pretty good with financial crimes, and might be considered as the next person to go to MCD. McGhillie is also getting up to speed on white-collar crimes, so that could free up Purvis. But the question is if Purvis is Lieutenant-grade? I’d say no; Teresa agrees. And neither McGhillie nor anyone else is anywhere near experienced enough.”

Cindy continued. “Teresa did tell me that if you really want to consider Lt. Irwin, she’ll let you talk to him and it’ll be his choice. But she doesn’t want to lose him, and I personally don’t think he’ll switch.”

“Me neither.” I said. “He took the Precinct Lieutenant position because she was becoming the Captain of Operations. He’s very loyal to her, as are the Spec Ops people. Speaking of them, what about Charles, or Hewitt?”

“Hewitt has that negative action on his record.” Cindy said. (Author’s Note: ‘Case of the Black Widow’) “And I’d say Charles would be great… if he’d spent any amount of time in Vice. But he hasn’t.”

“So we may have to go outside to find a replacement?” I asked.

“I’d rather have someone from the inside,” said Cindy, “but I would look at really good candidates from the outside. Obviously Molly can’t work for me nor you, but maybe she knows some people that might be a good fit.”

“Yeah, talk to her. And you can talk to the Chief directly about it instead of going through me.” I said. “He might have some ideas, too.”

“So if you knew Masters was leaving,” Cindy said, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know, for sure, until the Chief told me this morning.” I said. “The Chief told me some time ago that Wes was being considered for the City I.A. job, along with other people. They contacted Molly, but she politely turned them down flat.”

“She told me that.” said Cindy. “I should’ve realized they might talk to Coldiron, too.”

“Coldiron has the integrity for the job.” I said. “When they came to me for a reference, I gave the best one I could possibly give, and then embellished it some more. I thought they might come to you for a reference, but they if they did, I never heard about it.”

“No, they didn’t.” said Cindy. “I wish they had; I could have started thinking about his replacement long before now.” I knew that was a veiled and indirect criticism of me. I didn’t say that I didn’t tell Cindy because this was a ‘teachable moment’, and because now she would have to think fast and act fast… and probably get a better result in doing so. And besides… Cindy is going to complain that I don’t tell her stuff, anyway. Might as well let it be true one time…

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It would seem this story is incredibly popular, I had intended leaving it where it was, but then continuing with the grandfather.

But I will continue this story in sections; this part is more of my father.

I will get the grandfather, but for now, enjoy part 2 of this story.

For those who have not read the original, “My father my slave”. I can only suggest you do. ……….. I awoke sometime later, I stretched lazily, and realised I was on the front room sofa, and figured my friend had had My slave Father carry me there, after that fantastic orgasm.

I opened my eyes fully as my friend said, “about time you woke up “.

I sat up still naked, seeing my father on the floor on his back, my friend sitting on his face, looking very comfortable leaning back against an armchair, her feet were crossed on my father’s stomach, she’d to was still naked, she had laid the magazine down as she spoke.

She giggled and blushed, as she farted, and looked at me saying, “I keep doing that today, must have eaten something that doesn’t agree with me “.

Hearing the noise I looked over giggling also, and replied, “well, no matter, as long as he is only breathing through his nose “.

She giggled even more, “oh yes, I often make him breathe in deeply and hold his breath “.

We both laughed, and as she laughed she farted once more.

I saw my father’s chest rise as he breathed in deeply; I smiled, as I stood up, and move forward between my father’s open legs, his balls looked rather red, I said to my friend.

“Have you been kicking his balls? “.

She replied happily, “oh yes, I even had him kneeling on all fours so I could really give him a good kick, he threw up five times, but it was great fun, but my foot hurts, so I stopped “.

I laughed, reached out with my toes, flicking my daddy’s balls, seeing him flinch, I said.

“No point in hurting yourself, you should have him stand, and use your knee “.

She looked up at me brightly, and said, “heck, I didn’t think of that, shall we do it now and take turns eachs again? “.

I said, “maybe later, right now while you’re having fun I want to work more on stretching his balls “.

She blushed, and farted rather noisily, we both broke into peals of laughter, she waved a hand in front of her face, and then said, “Phew, that one really stinks, “.

I caught a whiff wrinkling my nose, then said, “daddy, take a really good deep smell, fill your lungs, then hold it inside “.

My father’s chest seemed to expand a great deal I could hear him sniffing in the smell, I giggled as I held my nose, my friend burst into laughter.

I asked, “how long have you been sitting there?”.

She looked at the clock then answered “I’m not sure, a couple of hours I suppose “.

I laughed, then said, “and farting all the time? “.

She blushed, and said, “NO of course not, only about the last 3/4 “.

I giggled I knew how much by friends asshole expanded, I asked, “is his nose buried in your ass? “.

She laughed, then replied, “but of course, I wanted him to get the full benefit “.

I told my father that he may breath out nice and slowly through his mouth, that way getting the full benefit of the taste as well as smell. And smiled happily as I watched him comply, his cock looked beautiful standing tall and proud, I walked over to the table, picking out the ball distender, plus some thin rope, any expandable spreader bar. I squatted down at my father’s feet, my friend watching me, as I attached my father’s ankles to the bar. I then sat down with my feet on my father’s ankles forcing his legs apart, at the same time expanding the spreader bar, I could see the muscles in my father’s groin straining. I strained a bit more and at last got the spreader bar to maximum, my father’s legs trembling under the strain.

My friend said, “wow, I didn’t think his legs would open that far “.

I smiled at her, then replied, “soon I will have him doing the splits, he will be doing many things, that perhaps now he cannot “.

I moved between his legs and kicked his balls not too hard, but fairly hard. I turned around and sank down, my back to my friend, slowly sinking on my father’s cock as it entered my pussy, a happy smile on my face wondering at my father’s bursa escort emotions of pain and pleasure, wondering which one would take precedence over the other. I sank all the way down and sat on his belly, I just sat there for several minutes, giggling as I heard my friend fart once more, thinking my father would never be the same again. Then laughed, then thinking, well of course he wont, he is mine now, my pet, my toy, to use as I see fit. Then suddenly thinking of my male gay friends giggling out loud as I sat there, having used my mind’s eye seeing my father surrounded by gay men using him as they see fit. I made a mental note to see about that, I would like to see my father kissing other men and having sex, sucking them, and takeing it up the his ass, it should be fun I thought, knowing his thoughts on homosexuality.

My pussy muscles slowly working his cock, as I grew excited at the thought, of having my father gang raped.

My friend quickly jumped up, getting dressed in a hurry, as she said, “I’m late, I should have been gone 30 minutes ago “.

Before putting her knickers on she quickly straddled my father’s face I was pleased to see him openening his mouth wide, thinking good, he is learning fast. I had stood up as my friend spoke, I watched smiling as she peed into his mouth proudly watching as he swallowed everything. She reached down and spread her ass cheeks lowering herself to his nose, letting rip once more telling him to sniff deeply I just laughed, she quickly finished dressing, we kissed tenderly her fingers playing with my pussy.

She said rushing off, “I’ll be back in a day or two “, then waved, then the front door slammed as she rushed off, only living two streets away.

My father laid their, I told him he could carry on breathing, propped his head up on 2 pillows, then stepped between his legs, watching his eyes as my foot toyed with his balls, I said.

“Daddy your balls look kind of sore, did you enjoy, my friend giving them a good kicking? “.

He looked at me I could see the stress in his eyes, but he replied, “my mistress, I am but a slave, if it gives you or your friend pleasure, then, who am I to deny you? “.

I giggled as I looked down at him, watching him clench, and flinch as I was slowly swinging my foot tapping his balls every time, sometimes gently sometimes a bit harder, his cock was still standing proud, and said thoughtfully.

“I really do want to stretch your balls, and skin is extremely stretchable, if given time to adjust, so I guess really, I can stretch them as long as I wish, can’t I? “.

It seemed having things done to his balls excited him greatly, his cock was rigid, and he replied,

“My beautiful mistress, if you desire my balls stretched, however long you wish them, who am I to deny your desire? “.

I laughed happily, then said, “it could give me great pleasure if it was possible, for your balls to be stretched enough, your asshole made to expand enough, so that I could twist your balls making them nice and tight, and inserting them up your asshole “, then burst into peals of giggles at the idea, and his face.

I squatted down between his legs, attaching the ball disstender, then clipping the thin ropes to both rings running the ropes down, around the spreader bar, and backup and laying them beside my father. I knew the way his legs were, being spread farther than ever before; he could not bend his knees. I got the remote control for the TV, happily settled down sitting on my father’s face, making sure his nose was pressed to my asshole, his mouth pressed tight to my pussy having him gently lick my slit breathing through his nose. I giggled wondering if I could fart I tried for a few minutes and realised by bearing down hard my father’s nose had actually entered my ass, I thought perhaps that was better than farting now he could really smell my ass.

I turned on the TV, happy to see the film had just started, I settled back to watch the 1 hour 40 minutes film, I picked up the two ends of the rope, crossing my ankles on my father’s belly. I wrapped the rope around each hand several times, to adjust it. I leaned forward a little bit, taking up more slack, then leaned back seeing the rope go tight, hearing my father’s gasp, then groan deeply, my arms were outstretched, my back leaned very gently against the armchair, meaning my father’s balls had most of my upper bodyweight on them.

I settled back to watch the film, from time to time my father whimpered, but still carried on gently pleasuring my pussy. After about 1/2 without any warning I peed into his mouth, giggling as I thought of him drinking, my arms were not quite straight now, I pulled my elbows further back. Hearing a kind of a gurgle, as my father groaned with a mouthful of my pee, it sounded so funny, I pulled even harder, laughing as he gurgled again. Thinking his balls must be really sore, and reminded myself to remember to give him some really good kicks, before tying his balls really tight to the spreader bar for the night. I wanted his balls stretched quickly, I intended to have them stretched altıparmak escort at least two inches as soon as possible, ideally I was thinking perhaps 4 or maybe 5 inches eventually. I liked the idea me laying on a rug holding his balls and making him pull me around, like my special pony.

I could feel my father sweating, I could trace patterns in his belly with my toe, I enjoyed the smell of his sweat, knowing I was the cause. I wriggled happily on his face, pulling harder on his balls, he cried out against my pussy, I got the rope between my toes and spread my feet tightening the rope even more, he yelled and was begging me to stop,

I said, sternly, “who are you, to ask me to stop? “.

I felt delicious excitement, and he replied, “forgive me my mistress, I was wrong “.

I felt the deep vibration in his chest, as I leaned forward took another wrap around my hand, and leaned back hard, and holding, and holding as he whimpered against my pussy. I held him that way for the last 15 minutes of my film, only releasing him as the last credits disappeared, I got from his face, quickly bend down at the spreader bar pulling the rope tight as I could, and tying them. I then tied another rope at the centre of each rope as it came down, then tied those to each leg giving a greater tension on his balls, smiling as they were stretched. His balls looking red and swollen his cock was still hard, I slipped a cord, through his cock ring and tied it, and fixed the other end to his collar keeping it fairly tight, I smiled down at him, then said.

“Daddy, I’m going to have a long bath, I may come down again or I may go to bed, but you look comfortable for the night, I expect you needed to pee, but it will have to wait, oh by the way your cock, if it goes limp I expect it would get stretched “.

I giggled happily at his expression, turned out the light, and went upstairs, to have a very long and very luxurious bubble bath, leaving my father to concentrate on his balls and cock, and to enjoy the taste of his mouth and no doubt the smell in his nostrils. I settle happily in the bath thinking what a beautiful day it had been, and how far my father had come from this morning, I shivered with excitement thinking of the days and years ahead.

Sometime later I came downstairs, I was hungry, I had been asleep for sometime, I could hear my father groaning in the front room. I slipped into the kitchen and got a large bowl of cereals with warm milk, I turned the light on and entered the front room, crossed to my father, smiled down at him seeing him awake, I sat cross-legged on his chest, happily munching on my cereals.

I said between mouthfuls, “have you been thinking of me daddy?”.

I giggled happily, as he rolled his eyes, and replied, “how could I possibly think of anything else “.

I laid full length on top of him, getting the ropes from his balls between my toes, wriggling my feet around knowing it was pulling, also knowing with me on top of him his cock was being pulled also, I smiled sweetly, then said.

“I hope my daddy is very happy to see his daughter, would daddy like to fuck his daughter? “.

I saw the eagerness in his eyes, I grinned happily, then said, “open your mouth daddy, I will feed you “.

I took a mouthful of cereals and happily munched, but instead of swallowing, I pressed my mouth to my father’s and fed him. I enjoyed the shock in his eyes, but felt excitement as he swallowed then opened his mouth for more, I happily obliged, telling him from now on, I will feed him in this way, from time to time. I was wriggling my hips, rubbing my pussy on his cock, I enjoyed the sensation of his need, I fed him some more cereals, then asked him sweetly.

“Daddy, are you thirsty? “.

He looked at me licking his lips, then said somewhat warily, “yes my mistress “.

I giggled, crossing my arms on his chest, rubbing my pussy on his cock, as I watched him, my chin resting on my hands, then asked.

“What would you like to drink? “.

He looked at me, then smiled, and said, “coffee would be fantastic, but would settle for water “.

I giggled, then said, “water from the tap, or special water from your daughter “.

My pussy juices were coating his cock, I was grinding my hips hard onto him, my feet playing with the ropes on his balls, I pressed down with my feet, pushing my body upwards, letting his balls take the strain, I quickly kissed his mouth, thrilling at the groaning I was causing.

Between gasps, he grunted, “I know it will please my mistress, if I asked for her special water “.

I pressed down with my feet again, and kissed him deeply, holding the position enjoying the mixed tastes from my father’s mouth, loving the vibration as he groaned into my mouth. I eventually relaxed, rubbing my pussy on his cock again, my chin resting on my hands, lifting my feet and bouncing them on the ropes, watching his face each time they hit, sometimes softly sometimes hard.

I answered my head on one side, “are you saying you want me to pee in your mouth daddy? “.

He kept görükle escort closing his eyes as my feet hit, sometimes grunting loudly, sometimes just groaning, he said.

“Yes please, my mistress, my daughter, I would love it if you will always pee in my mouth “.

I pressed my feet on the ropes, levering myself forwards, looking down onto his face, enjoying his expression, at the extra tension on his balls, I replied.

“You wish me to always pee in your mouth from now on? “. I giggled, then continued, “sometimes it is very strong, particularly in the mornings, or “. I giggled happily, “during my cycle “.

His face was sweating, his chest was slippery, I could see he was in pain, I held my position, as I licked his lips, then his nose, then kissed his eyes, before settling back, rubbing my face on his chest, breathing in his smell, finding it exciting.

He finally said, “mistress, I am your slave, if it gives you pleasure in anyway, I will gladly drink your pee always from now on “.

I smiled happily, and simply said, “good, that does make me happy, and no longer have to feel guilty, worrying in case its too strong, as I now know, you want to drink it, I am sure when any of my friends come they will happily let you drink theirs also, I just know you will love that to”.

I rose from his body making sure my feet were on the ropes as I stood, my feet on the floor the ropes beneath them, smiling seeing his balls being stretched, the sweat increased on his body, he cried out quite loudly. I stepped onto his groin first one foot then the other, I stepped onto his belly, going up on my toes, then dropping back to my heels, bouncing a little, I stood on one foot, pulling the string between his cock and collar with my toes. I then slowly walked up his body, I stood on his upper chest, smiling down at him seeing the great need in his eyes, I placed one foot on his face, then the other slowly turning around, then stood there feet together, my toes touching his lips his nose between my feet, feeling him breathing deeply through his nose, enjoying the fact he was smelling my feet.

I said happily, “from now on daddy, you will wash my feet with your tongue, keeping them fresh and clean. I know sometimes certain boots make them sweat and smell, but your tongue can make them fresh again, in fact I think I will have you offer to wash all of my friends feet when they arrive “.

I giggled, feeling excited, looking down at my father’s body, his stretched balls, his tied cock his face under my feet as I stood on him. Knowing he waited patiently to drink my pee, today must be the best of all days, I will make sure my father will be very well used from now on. I stepped from his face, squatting down, laughing as my father opened his mouth wide, and very shortly I started to pee no longer worrying about stopping, leaving it up to him to keep up. After a while I lowered my pussy to his mouth pulling my ass cheeks apart, settling down on his face, enjoying the feel of his tongue at my pussy, I slipped my feet under the string, stretching the string, seeing his cock pulled. I giggled and picked up a cushion, to careful aim, and tossed it onto the ropes on his balls, enjoying his cry against my pussy.

I debated with myself, to leave him for the night, or take him to bed and make use of him, I wriggled on his face as his tongue explored, I really did want his balls stretched quickly as possible, but I suppose I could always retie him upstairs. I thought of the effect of when I had drank his pee of the massive orgasm I had. I had found that extremely exciting, even if very degrading and dirty. I still found it hard to believe I had done that, I looked down at his cock, his tongue was excitingly delicious.

I said, “daddy, do you need to pee? “. Already knowing he must be bursting.

Muffled he said, “yes my mistress, desperately “.

I said almost in a whisper. “I expect you would pee a great deal “.

He grunted, wriggling his hips, his tongue very deep in my tunnel as his mouth sucked at my juices, his voice vibratiing in my pussy, replied, “yes my mistress, your friend used me three times today after you allowed me to pee “.

I wriggled excitedly, and said, “so all you have drunk, is my friends pee, apart from mine just now? “.

He replied, “yes, my mistress “.

The thought excited me; I sat staring at his cock, looking at his belly, thinking of my friend’s pee inside, I wondered at my thoughts. I wondered if I dared, it would be, dirty, degrading, but I couldn’t help the excitement. To be able to drink my friends pee from my father’s body, seemed extremely delicious somehow, I licked my lips, staring fascinated, knowing great excitement was there waiting for my command, I shivered and hugged myself, I suddenly cum in my father’s mouth, leaving me wondering,

Without thinking I reached down, then further down until I was laying on my father’s body, I watched unbelieving as my hands undone the string at his cock ring. I licked my lips and took his cock into my mouth and clamping my lips around his shaft, rubbing my pussy in his mouth urgently, his tongue fucking my pussy, his mouth working to swallow my juices. Several times I almost gave the command, but each time held back, but still with his cock in my mouth, I shook with excitement, I wanted to do this, I had to do this, I wanted my friends pee more than anything right then, I tried again, but hesitated.

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The downside of five years of nearly daily combat is you don’t sleep soundly. I was awoken by Donia as she looked at me scared. She had the covers off and her naked body was apparent. She shook me hard, but it didn’t help as my mind was lost in a firefight. I screamed out and jumped back from the bed then began to frantically look around. She got up and yelled at me. I looked at her in a shell shocked look. I saw her and my mind slowed down enough to get in my head where I was and who was with me. She came up to me and cupped my face with her hands and I shook for a while as she then hugged me. I felt her her soft warm body against me and it made me calm down a bit.

It was just after ten in the morning the night after the wildest night in my life. I remembered taking her in my office, then in my truck, and then for the majority of the night. We went to bed at around five in the morning or so and when I awoke to my bi monthly night terror. I was afraid she was not going to be accepting. To my relief she whispered to me softly in Spanish to calm down and relax. I sighed and she led me to the bed laid me back then slid up my body and pulled the blanket over us as she held me tight. I relaxed a little and she fell back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to just relax and enjoy her body on mine.

I was in a happy place when nature decided to make me uncomfortable. I wiggled out from under her and went to the bathroom. I filled the bowl it seemed and had barely flushed when she knocked at the door. I opened it and she was giving me the had to go look. I left her to it and went to the kitchen because I was starving. My arms ached, my back had scratches that may need to be stitched, my chest had a massive hickey and bite marks all over it. I wore them like badges of honor. I made up some simple items for breakfast and looked back to see her as she went to my dress shirt and put it on. She looked sexier in my shirt it seemed than she did the night before. I held out a plate of fruit and boiled eggs to her and she took it then devoured them. She drank some three glasses of water and orange juice. She then had me sit down and she plopped in my lap. She smiled sweetly at me for the meal then began to feed me. It was cute and she knew it.

We got up after eating and she bent over my sink to put the dishes away. I got behind her then slid my hands up her legs causing her to she moan loudly. She was still dripping wet and eager for me. My cock was sadly worn out from the many times I came that night. I needed a little longer to recharge. I instead sank to my knees and licked her from slit to rosebud and she gasped as I did. I hiked her leg on my counter and she balanced gingerly on her foot as I licked and sucked her beautiful pussy. She cried out in pleasure and then her juices ran down my tongue. I savored each drop and she sighed into the morning. She turned around and got me to my feet then kissed me tenderly.

“I love how you taste mami, it’s addicting.” I said with my eyes closed and my nose touching hers. She smiled, bit my lip and purred as she did and we made out for a long while. My cock started to respond to her needs and it soon became hard again. I slid it in her dripping pussy and she moaned out my name. I hiked her up on the counter then leaned her back and undid the buttons of my shirt. She moaned as I sucked her tits as I fucked her slowly. Her hands were back balancing her as I did this and I couldn’t help the feeling in my cock as I neared orgasm. She was just too sexy and I knew I was going to blow soon. So I changed gears and slowly slid in and out. She sighed leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“Si papi, show me how much you want me. Make me cum again and fill me up papi. Andale mi amour. Andale por favor!” she whispered in her sweetest voice.

She then bit my ear and that along with her breathing in my ear drove me on, I grabbed her hips and began to surge forward into her. I went deeper and deeper in each thrust making her moan and groan loudly for more. She was lost in her lusts as she threw her head back and her legs went around my back again. I couldn’t do anything but fill her up again. She moaned and cried out as my seed filled her to the brim. Her hands ripped her nipples as she fell flat on my counter and she came hard. Her muscles clamped and clenched on me so hard I could barely keep my footing. She cooed and sighed as she played with her nipples then she looked up at me through glazed eyes and smiled lazily.

We kissed deeply for a long while and she giggled as I ran my fingers up her thighs. She tapped my arms and I moved back allowing her to hop off the counter. I slapped her ass as she passed me, she moaned and leaned forward suggestively. I ran my hand over her thick ass and squeezed the ample flesh there making her sigh happily.

“You like my ass papi?” she asked me her hair sliding to one side of her face.

“How escort bayan could a living breathing man not? It has to be the nicest one I’ve ever seen, or tasted for that matter.” I said as I gripped both cheeks.

She sighed and thrust it back into my waist getting a groan from me, she then bent all the way forward and I felt her dripping pussy on my cock and she moaned. She got up and stretched all the way up then took my hand to lead me to the shower. She dropped my shirt slowly and stood before me fully nude again and turned on the shower. She got into it then wet her hair, she was so stunning with her hair wet I stood there enthralled. She was so beautiful with her hair slicked back like that I couldn’t breathe. She tilted her head to the side then indicated for me to join her with one finger.

I ,like a machine, walked into the shower and as I did she met me with a savage kiss. She thrashed against me in the shower and we lost all pretenses of civility. I slammed her hard in to the wall as she had her legs on my back and I began to fuck her savagely. I didn’t care how bad my cock hurt the next day I wanted this woman, and I wanted her bad. She howled and screamed then reopened some of the scratches on my shoulders as we fucked like maniacs. I slammed into her hard and fast for what seemed like hours. She howled at me in Spanish to keep it up. She bit me again and the blood came from my skin and I didn’t care. She had awoken the savage beast I was in Iraq. The man who gunned down insurgents and their friends for even thinking of picking up a weapon. The animal that called in devastation from the air without a care. I was a cold monster then and she was loving it now. My mind was not my own, it was the mind of the man who survived hell itself for five years.

I plowed her into her so hard she keened and looked into my eyes. Her own was lost in the throes of a massive violent orgasm. I fucked her like that for as long as I could. As I was about to cum I slammed into her dripping pussy, she then slapped me and I looked up. She got off me then got down on her knees and stroked me hard over her open mouth. I bellowed a savage cry and fired some six ropes of cum on her hungry mouth. My aim wasn’t perfect as three hit her mouth and the rest hit her tits, but hey I could barely stand up. She lapped at my cock and sucked it dry, I almost fell over again. She looked up at me and lost herself to the moment. She licked her fingers then sucked her nipples into her mouth. The sight of her cum drenched nipples being cleaned in her own mouth was too much for me to bear so I leaned back and sat against the edge of the tub. She got up and kissed me deeply. I didn’t care my own cum was on her lips. I just kissed her and she shuddered as she had a last after shock.

The shower turned cool so we washed each other off before it got cold. She saw the marks on my back then looked at me apologetically.

“If I was going to complain mami I would, but I don’t consider it good unless I have marks to prove it so.” I said and she licked the one on my chest getting a moan from me. We washed each other and I got to do something fun, I washed her thick mane and she moaned back into my hands as I did so. I looked down her sexy body as she let the water cascade down her curves. I was too impressed to say anything further. We took turns washing each other, then rinsing each other as well. It was play time really, and we both had fun.

We got out of the shower and I got her some towels. She wrapped her hair in one and her body in another. I went to her clothes and gathered what wasn’t ripped. Her jacket was in my truck and her blouse was still in one piece. Her skirt was as well, but her panties and bra were long gone. She held up her stockings and they smelt of our tryst, the smell alone was a turn on. She bunched them up and put them on her leg and I sat back to watch the show. She slowly slid them up then set them in place.

I was enthralled by it as she walked over to me and whispered, “Did you like that Papi?”

“You know I do Mami.” I said back.

She smiled at me and then got into her heels. I sat in amazement as she left my room in nothing but heels and stockings and my cock throbbed against the towel. I walked to my dresser and got some clothes for myself as she put her skirt and blouse on. I got dressed and we went out to my truck. She found her jacket then fished out her phone. She sighed as she went through her voice mails. One in particular she cursed at then deleted. She then got angry as she saw she was called by her ex some eleven times.

“He cares now that I don’t want him anymore, pinche cabron.” she cursed.

She was so sexy when she cursed it made me smile. I got the truck going and we went to her place. We stopped at the train stop so she could get her car and she called me up to tell me to follow her. I followed her car and it didn’t shock me she drove a new BMW 900 SL. It seemed standard to me that she would have one I thought as I watched the car pull away from the train stop. It must be odd to see my truck following bursa vip escort her beamer down the streets, but I didn’t care.

We pulled into a nice high rise condo and she told me to park in the guest parking. I found a spot and had to walk a distance to get to her. She waited for me as I ran up and she didn’t look happy.

“My ex is here and waiting for me at my condo. Please don’t start anything with him. He is a lawyer and will destroy your life if he can. Please Papi, let me handle him.” she asked me eyes full of concern.

I simply nodded my head then followed her to her building and we got to the elevator. Inside the elevator I couldn’t resist and turned her to me and kissed her hard. She moaned into my mouth and sighed, as the floor sounded we broke the kiss. We were at the eighth floor and we got out. We walked down the hall and it looked nice and modern. She sighed and took out her card key and slid it in. When we got in her place a vase shattered against the wall and a voice yelled at her.

“You fucking whore! I waited for you for hours and then you prance in here with a fucking white boy!” the man shrieked.

He was a five foot eight black man. He was wearing a dress shirt and shoes that made him look loud and annoying. He did have a decent looking face, but something in his eyes made me look at him like the creep he was. He is a lawyer after all. I gave him a once over and to me he looked like the typical annoying lawyer type, the one who is a know it all that wants to fuck everyone just because he could. I saw fear in his eyes as he saw my arms and chest under my shirt. He glared at her and continued on a racist rant directed at me. I ignored it and laughed at him inwardly. The people in Iraq were racist as well, but they were polite enough not to rail against a guest in their home, it was bad form after all. They would smile and be polite to you in their house, even offer you a nice meal as form dictated. But when you left that was another story and I learned that the hard way several times. I sat back and crossed my arms, making sure my tattoos showed clearly. My arms bulged out as I tensed up and he got in her face. I was getting annoyed as he ranted at her calling her vile things. She was just as heated as she got back at him. I listened for as long as I could stomach to do so.

“That’s enough!” I bellowed in my best parade voice. They both stopped dead in their tracks and looked at me. I pointed to the broken items on the floor and then went off in my best sergeant’s voice.

“Listen up asshole, I don’t give a fuck about you or who you are, but if you don’t get the fuck out of her place, and I mean right this fucking second, I’m gonna be forced to remove your sorry limp dicked ass personally. Better believe that you won’t find it a pleasant experience.” I said my voice loud and firm as one my Drill Instructors.

The whole time I was saying this I was advancing on him using my hand as a distraction by pointing in his face. He stared at me with a look of shock and then he realized, I was right up in his face then my eyes went dead. I towered some six inches over him and my body definitely showed it’s rip as my chest heaved under my shirt. It wasn’t that I was standing over him that made him shake, it was the malevolence in my eyes that promised him damnation that did it. He looked at her then went to say something when I stopped him.

“Get the fuck out!” I said, my voice booming.

He glared at her, spit on the floor then stomped out. She called him a worthless fuck as he left and he slammed the door. She stood there and fumed. She looked at her floor and the place was trashed. She then sighed and tears began to come out of her eyes from anger. I took her shoulders then turned her to me and she wrapped her arms around me then let it out.

“Shhhh…Es ta bueno meja. Es ta bueno.” I said soothingly and she started to breathe easier.

I took her face in my hands tilted her face to me and whispered, “It’s OK mami, you have a man now, not some bitch ass punk that doesn’t care about you.” She sobbed out a choked laugh then smiled at me through the tears. I held her face and kissed her tears away. She smiled appreciatively then took my hands down.

She led me through her condo and what wasn’t on the floor was actually very nice. She took pride in her house and it looked modern and chic, just like her. She then sighed and went to her bedroom. I followed her and at least the fuck hadn’t ruined it. The clothes were tossed about, but it was easy to fix. I helped her repair her house and put her clothes away, as I did she ordered out. We cleaned up the broken stuff and put away her clothes. All the things he gave her she threw away. She didn’t call the police as she decided just to be done with him for good. We then had a dinner of take out Chinese and vodka. She got tipsy and recounted of how he was supposed to be the next big shot attorney to the stars. She then laughed at how he couldn’t make her come when they fucked.

She laughed grabbed my crotch bursa elit escort then said, “This has brought me more pleasure in the one day that we’ve known each other than he’s given me in six months.” She giggled and downed the last of her vodka, I then poured her another. The other draw back of heavy combat is you tend to find outlets to get over the shock. Mine for a time was booze and though I still drink, I keep it in check. She on the other hand needed to let it out. I was still sober as a rock but she was getting more and more relaxed She smiled at me then leaned over.

“You said I was beautiful Papi, did you mean it?” she purred at me.

She was tipsy and loving it. She then got up then slowly stalked towards me. She ripped off her blouse sending the buttons to the floor. She was bare chested and her beautiful tits swung into view. I leaned forward and sucked them letting my mouth perform what was in my mind. She sighed and leaned back.

“You didn’t answer me papi. Am I beautiful?” she said holding my face in her hands. The look in her face said she wanted an answer. I felt the answer was apparent, but I decided that I needed to say it for her benefit.

“Si mami. You are not just beautiful, you are perfect. That moron you called your ex was obviously too fucking dumb to see it. So as I said before: His stupidity is my gain. Now come here and let me do something for you no one will or ever will do for you. Let me worship you.” I said with hungry eyes.

She looked at me her eyes filling with tears as I hoisted her in my arms. She sighed happily then leaned into my neck. I carried her to her room and laid her back. I looked down at her and she was breath taking. I leaned down and took her blouse off. I then slid the skirt off her legs and each stocking down her perfect thighs. She smiled at me as I undid my shorts and took them off. I took off my shirt then got down on my knees. She was trembling as I leaned over her and whispered, “May I show you how you should be worshiped now mami?”

She nodded her head and I went to work. I traced my fingers over every inch of her body. I ran the tips of them alone over her. I then leaned down and my tongue followed suit. She shuddered at my touch and allowed me to do as I said I would do. I kissed and licked her body she sighed then began to writhe on the bed. In between my licks and kisses I told her how beautiful she was and how excited she made her servant. This seem to catch her by surprise and she dug her hands in the sheets. I went down her stomach slowly then began to worship her legs. She moaned as I licked and kissed her legs. When I got to where her stocking tops would be I licked the whole line of her leg that they would normally rest upon. She moaned in delight as I did then starting whimpering. I then went down and kissed her toes. She sighed at that. I looked up to her seeing her smile at me. Her arms reached down to me and I crawled up to her waiting lips. She met my lips with hers and tears came from her eyes.

“Make love to me Papi. Por favor. Show me you worship me by making sweet love to me.” she begged me.

“As you wish.” I said softly.

I slid down her lovely body to her slit then licked it and she cried out. Her head thrashed on the pillow and she moaned deep in her throat. When I got her nice and ready I slid up her then slowly inserted my rock hard member into her. I didn’t want to tease her anymore as she was already more than ready to go. She cried out as I bottomed out in her. She thrust her hips up at me and I groaned loudly. She put her arms around my neck and her legs around my back as I got into a groove. I slid in and out of her. She felt like silk against my raging member. She moaned and cried out beneath me as I continued to pump into her. I then felt her legs shake as her body began to convulse. She had a gentle orgasm and she shuddered beneath me then started to plead. I leaned back as she spread her leg good and wide. She let go of my neck then grabbed the backs of her ankles. I sat up so my butt rested on my ankles and began to go harder in her. She screamed out loud and again my cock was flooded with her juices.

I pulled her hips under me then drove into her deep and she cried out. Her body was going limp as I continued my assault. I didn’t relent and proceeded to show her how I worshiped her. She cried out and arched her back under me then sat up. Her face was in front of mine and she looked at me with a longing I had never known before.

“I want it papi. Please come in me and make me feel it.” she was crying as she said it and I could only kissed her lips as she whimpered in my mouth.

“As you wish.” I growled into her mouth.

I laid her flat on her back and raised her legs over my shoulders then leaned in and began to pound her. I felt everything I had built up over my thirty one years of life. I felt all my anger and pain, my rage, my hatred, all the things that made me bitter in life go away. I only felt this woman beneath me convulsing in pleasure and I felt it build up in me. I felt the twinge in my balls and she looked up at me pleading for me to cum. I felt the dam burst and cried out as her legs stiffened on my chest as she had a powerful orgasm. I filled her up to overflowing then I let her legs slip down me. She whimpered as they did and she lifted her hips to let my juices flow into her.

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