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Jenny’s New Training Method

Jason had forgotten about Jenny until she knocked on his door Tuesday evening. She smiled sweetly as he opened his door. “Hi, I’m Jenny. Coach Russel told me to come over here. She said you would give me some special training.”

Jason smiled back at the plump but cute cheerleader and invited her in. He quickly looked the girl over as she stepped through his door and into the living room. He liked her initial appearance. Her long silky black hair formed a dark halo as it hung around her face. It hung smoothly as it flowed down to the middle of her back. Her round face was accented by a button nose and hazel eyes. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she smiled. Jenny was a very cute girl.

He then responded to her statement at his door. “That’s right, Jenny. I can give you some special training. I will be quite blunt with you. You are too heavy to do all you need to do to remain a cheerleader for very long.”

Jenny’s smile disappeared and she hung her head. “I know. I just can’t seem to do anything about it.”

“That’s alright, Jenny.” Jason put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “It will be my job and pleasure to help you slim down and become much more flexible than you are now. Some of my training methods may be rude and crude to you. You will probably be very sore before we are done tonight. However, I will make you a promise. If you do everything I tell you to do, you will be able to stay on the cheer squad. How often you get to cheer on game day is up to you and how hard you work both here and in the gym. Do you understand, Jenny?”

“Yes Sir. Just tell me what you want me to do.” Jenny agreed.

Jason smiled at her and said. “First you will call me Jason, not sir. Now Jenny, tell me all about yourself.”

“I am nineteen-years-old and a university Freshman. I’m five foot three and weigh approximately 225 pounds. My class work is excellent and always has been. Though I tried out every year I was in high school, because of my weight and lack of flexibility, I could never make the cheer squad there. It is my dream to be a cheerleader at this university. I’ll do anything it takes to make and stay on this squad.”

“Anything, Jenny?”

“Yes, anything.”

“Very well. Let’s begin. Jenny, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, the boys don’t want a fatty like me. I have never had a boyfriend.”

“Don’t refer to yourself as a fatty, or any other derogatory term, from now on. It is self defeating. Okay then, you’re a virgin?”

“Yes Jason. I have never done anything like that.”

“That could explain part of your lack of flexibility. We can easily fix that. Now, remove all of your clothes.”

Jenny was frozen and appeared to be in shock.

“Jenny, I must see what we have to work with.” Jason told the girl. When she still didn’t move, he sent her a silent suggestion. ‘Jenny, from now on, you will want to do everything I tell you. You want to start by removing all of your clothes. In a little while you will want to ask me to take your virginity by fucking you. Soon after that, you will want me to fuck your ass.”

“Yes Jason.” Jenny responded. She then began unbuttoning her blouse. In a short time, Jenny stood in front of Jason naked as the day she was born. Her tits were large and drooped onto her belly. Her belly was well rounded and her ass looked like two hams in a bag. Her legs were shapely but large. Like the other girls on the cheer squad, Jenny’s pussy was shaved. Over all, Jenny had the makings of a nice looking Şehremini Escort girl if she lost one hundred or so pounds.

Jenny gasped but did not move when Jason reached out and hefted and squeezed her weighty tits. Her nipples quickly hardened when he fondled her. She gasped again when he rolled both of her stiff nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. “Jenny, it looks like your nipples are quite sensitive and want to come out to play.

Jeny giggled and nodded. “Yes Jason, my nipples are very sensitive.”

Jason then reached down and began petting her bald pubic mound and pussy. She widened her stance, and he found she was getting quite wet between her legs. Her vaginal lubricating juices were flowing freely. Her clit was erect and protruding from its hood. She shuddered and nearly fainted when he pushed a finger partially into her wet hole. He had to hold her tightly to his chest to keep her from falling. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed. Jason tenderly kissed her willing lips.

She eagerly returned the kiss. When they broke the kiss, she breathlessly begged her new trainer. “Oh God Jason, please take me to your bed. I want to give myself to you.”

“Are you sure, Jenny? It will hurt, you know.”

“Yes! I know! Jason, please take me to your bed. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to give myself to you this very moment.”

Jason then passionately kissed her again and slipped his tongue between her lips. Jenny responded in kind and sucked on his tongue as it probed her mouth. He then broke the kiss and took her by the hand.

He then led her to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom, Jenny immediately hopped into bed and laid on her back. She spread her heavy legs as an invitation to Jason. She was eagerly offering herself to her new trainer.

“Very nice Jenny, but please raise and spread your knees. I want to see that fresh young pussy of yours.”

Jenny complied with Jason’s request as best she could. She had very little flexibility in her legs, hips, and back so she was unable to raise her knees very high.

“Okay Jenny. That’s good enough for now.” He removed his clothes and crawled between her legs. He resumed petting her pussy. She was soon writhing on his bed and moaning in pleasure.

Jason laid down with his face nearly in her pussy. Jenny gasped when he gave her one long pussy lip parting lick from just above her asshole to her erect clit. He inhaled deeply and said. “Aaah, Jenny. There’s nothing like the taste and aroma of a fresh young virgin pussy. I love it.”

He continued to lick and suck her pussy and flick his tongue over her clit until she was rocking her hips and begging Jason to fuck her.

“Oh Jason, please fuck me. Please take me now. I want to give myself to you, now.”

“Alright Jenny, I’m going to fuck you, but first we need to get you bending a little more.” She whined a bit as he then pushed her knees up a little higher than she had been able to. “Here’s an exercise you must do at home every night. Give me your hands.” He put her hand on her knees from the outside of her legs. With his hands on hers, he told her, “Now pull!”

She pulled on her knees and he pushed on her hands at the same time. Her pelvis rocked up, her back arched, and her belly was flexed into itself. Jenny groaned at being stretched more than she was used to.

Stretching Jenny like that would help her improve her flexibility. It also gave Jason a good angle to enter her virginal pussy. He pressed his cock forward Escort Şehremini and spread her pussy’s outer lips.

She moaned as his cock burrowed into her horny hole. The next time he helped Jenny rock her pelvis up, he drove eight inches of cock deep into her tight virgin cunt.

Jenny screamed from the pain of her virginity being swept away, but she still remembered to pull her knees toward her chest. She firmly held her knees up as Jason let his cock soak in her tight pussy. He could feel Jenny’s pussy walls trying to adjust to the invader in their midst.

Jason began stroking in and out of Jenny’s tight devirginated pussy. She relaxed her arms and let her her knees down a bit when he pulled his cock out. She pulled them back up when he thrust into her depths again. Jenny’s tight pussy soon had Jason about to let go. “I’m about to cum, Jenny.”

Jenny pulled her knees up as high as she could and smiled up at Jason. “So am I, Jason. Give it to me. Fill me with your cum. I’m safe. I’ve been on the pill since starting college.”

He then slammed deep into Jenny’s cunt and bathed her cervix with its first load of cum. She pulled her knees as tightly as she could to her chest and panted as her body shook in orgasm.

“Oh Jason, I can feel you squirting in me. It feels so warm.” As he lay with his hard cock soaking in her cum drenched cunt, Jenny smiled up at him and asked, “Can we do it again? I want more of you inside me. Please Jason, I want you to fuck me again. Give me more.”

Jason, with his eight inch cock still fully buried in Jenny’s cunt, smiled down at her. “Sure Baby, if you want it again, if you want more, you can have it.” He thought to himself, ‘I need my cock to be nine inches long and have much more cum to pump into this horny hole.

His cock responded immediately and grew another inch. Without moving his cock’s head pressed harder against her cervix.

Jenny’s eyes opened wide and she smiled up at Jason. “Oh my, you are fantastic. Fuck me with that big thing, Jason.”

They instantly began their erotic dance again. As he drove his cock into her cunt, she grunted and pulled her knees up. “Umph, umph, umph.” Jenny grunted each time Jason drove his cock into her depths. She was about to cum again when Jason slammed deep into her tight hole. He began pumping his huge load of cum over her tightly stretched cervix. She screamed again. This time the scream was from the ecstasy of her orgasm and not the pain of loosing her cherry. She pulled on her knees as hard as she could. She held her knees as high as possible while Jason filled her with his cum.

It amazed even Jason when he kept pumping squirt after squirt of cum into Jenny’s pussy. He had soon flooded her depths. His cum was leaking out of her pussy’s lips past his cock and running down the crack of her ass.

Jenny could feel the wetness of Jason’s cum tickling her asshole as it rolled down the crackof her ass. She finally began to relax. She dreamily smiled up at Jason and let her knees go. They fell back to the bed.

Jason slowly pulled his nine inches of cock from Jenny’s cunt. When his cock cleared her hole, a mixture of his cum, a little blood from her torn cherry, and her pussy’s juices flowed out and rolled down the crack of her ass. She giggled when it again tickled her asshole.

Jenny leaned up on her elbows and looked down at the cock that had taken her cherry. “My God Jason, how the hell did you ever get that thing in me, and when will you put it in me again?”

“Jenny, Şehremini Escort Bayan the next time I put it in your pussy, I’ll drive it through your cervix, and pump cum directly into your womb. What do you think of that?”

“Oh wow! It sounds wonderful. But will you fuck my ass with that monster now? I really want it in my asshole too.”

“Okay Baby, flip over and get ready to be butt-fucked. Get up on your knees.”

While Jenny got into position with her ass up and head down. Jason grabbed his bottle of baby oil. Jenny saw the oil and smiled at him over her shoulder. “No Jason, please use our own lubricants. My pussy and your cock seem to have provided enough lube for my virgin pussy, so I think we can lube both of my holes the natural way.”

“Okay Baby, if that’s what you want.” He began fingering her soaked pussy and transferring their juices from her oozing pussy to her ass. When he was able to easily shove two fingers into Jenny’s ass, he dipped his cock into her pussy one more time. He then pressed his cock’s head against the crinkled brown hole that was Jenny’s asshole. He pushed and his cock’s head easily popped into Jenny’s ass.

“Umph!” Jenny grunted with the entrance of Jason’s cock into her virginal asshole. “Oh yeah. Now fuck my ass, Jason!”

Jason slowly and steadily shoved nine inches of thick cock fully into Jenny’s virgin ass.

“Oh my God! Damn that thing is big. It didn’t hurt that much, but it’s got my ass so full I don’t think I can take any more.”

Now, we’ll start to work on your arms and legs. Start pushing your asshole on and off my cock, Jenny. Build the speed and power of your strokes until you’re taking it as fast as you can. You can do this at home too. When at home push back until your butt is sitting on your heels with your belly on the bed. Then go forward until you are pressing those great tits of yours into your bed.”

Jenny did exactly as she had been told. She was soon firmly shoving Jason’s cock deep into her asshole. He held her hips only to guide her thrusts. His cock slid into her asshole with little effort on his part. He loved watching her massive tits sway under her body as she used his cock to fuck her own ass. Jason held his cum until Jenny’s orgasm over took her body. As she rapidly, rhythmically, and forcefully thrust her ass back on Jason’s nine inches of cock, he flooded her ass with as much cum as he had pumped into her pussy.

“Oh yes, Jason! Fill my ass with your hot cum. It feels so good. I’m so glad you agreed to train me. This is a wonderful way to train.”

Jason then gave Jenny another suggestion. ‘Jenny, you will exercise hard and get on a diet. The university medical center can help you with your diet. Do not cheat on the diet. If you work hard and stay on the diet, you will be amazed at how soon you start to slim down and begin to do some of the moves Coach Russel wants you to do. In addition to the exercises I have already shown you, you should do as many sit-ups as you can. That will tighten your belly. Also, some of the cheerleaders are part of a group of girls that come to see me on Friday nights. They get nude as soon as they enter my door and usually end up well fucked. Do you want to be one of my girls?’

Jenny answered excitedly. “Oh yes, Jason. I’d love to be one of your girls if it means you will do to me again what you have done tonight.”

“Good! I think there will be a new girl here this Friday. Sharon is my girlfriend and she can fill you in on when to be here. I hope you have a good time. Maybe you can get in better shape at the same time.

Jenny kissed Jason passionately, dressed and left. Jason thought about making his cock return to its former size, but decided not to. After all, his other girls should enjoy it as much as Jenny had.

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New Year Eve 1961 (in exactly 750 Words)

It was three minutes until midnight. The ball was poised at the top, the crowd was freezing, and the theme of New Year’s Eve was groaning through loudspeakers along the street and in the background.

She was about to come but wanted to start at midnight, so she forced his mouth off of her clitoris and onto her ass.

He did not care where he was eating on her, so she pulled her knees apart and as far toward her shoulders as she could while he repositioned himself to impale her at the second the ball fell.

She was naked, as was he. They had been necking since about five-thirty. At about six o’clock, he had fucked her, and he had come within a couple of minutes. She swung around for a session of mutual oral sex and he licked her clean of the mess they had made of her vagina.

After she came hard, she usually had a seizure. She was epileptic, and they handled it easily. After the last time she’d had a seizure, she told him to fuck her sometime while she was seizing, as Sefaköy Escort she wondered what it would be like. She suspected she would not know he was fucking her during a seizure. At first, he had rejected the idea, but after some consideration, he had decided that the next seizure he would fuck her.

But he had known this was not the time, so they’d rested, necking until the ball-drop sex would start. They had laid on the living room floor for a couple of hours and had forgotten about the rest of the world as New Year approached. Dale was about to enter her cunt when the phone rang.

Helen, her mother called to wish her Happy New Year. But the side effect was that Dale and El missed the ball drop and they were not fucking when New Year occurred.

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They realized, startled, that it had gotten dark. Someone was knocking on the glass door that they were extremely busy fucking directly in front of, as they had not remembered to close the drapes.

They of course, scrambled Escort Sefaköy to get covered, but the flash bulb outside the door had recorded the glassed-in image of the two eighteen year old’s naked and enjoying sexual intercourse.

When they finally opened the door to let her mother in, she was furious. She, Helen, screamed and ranted, she threw her coat, purse and mittens, hat, and scarf on the club chair by the door, and proceeded to sit on the ottoman across from the couch. She quickly stood back up, looking at the palm of her hand and continued screaming about the upholstery being wet and thus probably stained. Then she smelled her hand and started anew with the screaming.

As she screamed, I noticed she was ‘cleaning’ the upholstery, and rinsing the wetness using saliva from her mouth, where she cleaned the evidence by licking it away. Then she smelled her hand and started all over again.

Helen whispered, “You cunt! Eighteen years old and fucking in the doorway. Fucking in front of Sefaköy Escort Bayan the open drapes. You are a slut, Elizabeth. What has happened to my daughter?”

El screeched, “Aargh!”

I struggled to get my erection covered. Both Liz and I were in shock with her Mother wiping and licking repeatedly. Helen became quieter and quieter in the racket she had been raising. It seemed as though her licking our slime and wetness had diverted her brain’s focus from the whole discovery of us naked, and focused on fucking.

We had been oblivious to the world around us but recovered quickly as Helen wound down and became focused on the wetness as she kept scraping it to her mouth.

Liz first caught up with her mother’s focus, and stood, dropped the sweats she was about to wear and put her right foot on the ottoman beside Helen.

When Helen saw Liz’s open crotch, she forgot her rant, her cleaning, and reached for Liz. When Liz felt her Mom licking her hairy vagina and heard her moaning, Liz told Dale, “Help Mom get her clothes off I want to see you eat her while she eats me.”

The time was now midnight plus forty-nine minutes.

Dale said, “Let’s all take our time and have our orgasm at one o’clock. I think we have found out something important tonight, Liz. Let’s close the drapes and pour some bubbly.”

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Ali had just graduated from college and now she was moving home while she started a new chapter in her life. She kept thinking about her past as she drove the 4 hours home: her mom passing away, going off to college, leaving her dad behind, the thrills of making new friends, the heartbreak of relationships. Finally, she had graduated and was returning to all that was familiar.

Her dad, Mark, greeted her in the driveway. As she stepped out of the car, he gave her a hug and said “Welcome home, honey. I’m so glad you’re back.” Tears were in his eyes. She knew that it had been extremely hard for him to let his little girl go, especially after his wife died.

Over the next few days, Ali noticed something different about Mark. The way his eyes lingered on her made her uncomfortable. She attributed most of it to her just being overly paranoid. The guys she had dated had turned out to be bastards so it was no wonder that she was wary about ALL males.

Returning home after a full day of job hunting, Ali decided to lounge for a while in front of the television. Mark walked into the room.

“I started some of your laundry. Seems like you had a ton of it.”

“Thanks Dad,” she said with Silivri Escort a smile.

Mark stared at his daughter as the glow from the t.v. illuminated her. She had been such a scrawny thing when she was little. Now, as he trailed his eyes over her body, all he saw was a beautiful woman. Her dark hair cascaded across her shoulders and the t.v.’s light made her eyes shine. He gazed in wonder as her large breasts moved with her breathing.

“I think I’m going to bed, Ali. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mark walked over to Ali and kissed her cheek.

“Goodnight Dad. I love you.”

Lying in bed, Mark couldn’t help but think about his daughter. She was absolutely gorgeous. After an hour of being lost in thought, he heard Ali turn off the t.v and then close the door to her room. Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes and his mind led him through forbidden dreams.

After a night of torment, Mark arose to the smell of coffee. Entering the kitchen, he found he had just missed Ali as she had gone to search for her dream job. He found it odd that his first thought was his obligation to help Ali by continuing her laundry.

Mark grabbed one of the many bags Escort Silivri full of her dirty laundry and carried it to the laundry room. Dumping it into the washer, he found that it contained Ali’s delicates. A black lace g-string and matching bra lay on top of the pile. He stared at the two items and was slightly appalled to find himself growing hard. Without thinking, he picked up the g-string and felt it gently between his thumb and index finger. Feeling braver, he brought the garment to his face and inhaled deeply. He had been so enthralled in his discovery that he didn’t hear Ali return. When he turned around, Ali was standing behind him, watching him silently.

“Ali….I was just…I…” Mark stumbled over his words. He just couldn’t explain his actions.

Without a word, Ali walked over to her father. She pressed a finger lightly against his lips to quiet him. Any thoughts in her head were suppressed by a voice saying “Fuck it…who cares?”

Closing her eyes, she softly kissed Mark’s lips. Without missing a beat, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and caressed hers, softly sucking it. Ali’s first move was all that it took to set Mark in motion. Silivri Escort Bayan His hands grazed down her sides quickly and then tugged heatedly at the bottom of her shirt. His madness continued until her clothes had disappeared. Ali stood pressed against the washing machine, completely naked, as her dad tore off his clothes. His eyes never left her lightly bouncing breasts.

Mark’s cock was hard and at full attention. He pressed his body against Ali’s, her hardened nipples indenting his chest. He fondled and cradled her succulent breasts before sucking the taunt nipples into his mouth. Soft moans came from Ali’s throat as his tongue whipped over her nipples over and over. She couldn’t stand it any more.

“Fuck me” she blurted out.

Not hesitating, Mark slid his cock into Ali’s slippery pussy. His thrusts were soft at slow. His fixation with Ali’s voloptuous bust turned into delight as he watched them bounce with his thrusts. He began pounding into her…harder, deeper, and faster. He could feel Ali’s pussy grasping his dick tightly as she rubbed viciously at her clit. He was going to cum. Fucking her as hard as he could, he could hear her ass slapping against the side of the washing machine. With a final thrust, Mark’s cum shot into her.

Feeling the warmth of Mark’s cum triggered Ali to orgasm. Her scream of pleasure mixed with Mark’s panting. He caught her as she fell limp. He held her close, his lips brushing her ear.

“I’ve missed you, honey,” he whispered.

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If you read my previous story you know that on a frustrated night my sister and I found something special after a night of frustrating dates. That night was so special to us both, we were both virgins, although I did ask her later because I heard it was sometimes painful for women. She told me that the Doctor broke her hymen during an exam she needed. But no one has done more than touch her there one time.

Anyway, back to the night. We made love, not just fucked, but made love. We both knew we loved one another but never had the nerve to admit to ourselves that we were attracted to the other in more than just a brotherly/sisterly way. When our inhibitions was down from being hurt, horny, and maybe slightly buzzed and a “chance” accident took place our love for one another just took off. When her breast came into view I was amazed, but when we touched it was just earth shattering. When her crotch less panties opened up to receive me I found paradise. I’d never been with a woman that way.

I’m reserving the details of that night, I’m just not ready to share them. The next day was Sunday since neither of us had any plans we spend the night snuggled up in her bedroom in the master bedroom of the house. She got the master room by luck of a coin toss when we moved into the house. My room wasn’t too shabby but her was really nice, it had a hot tub on a little private deck you had to enter from her room only, a 60 inch tv on the wall and a gas fireplace.

When I woke up it was to something I never felt before, here I’d like to say I just lay there and enjoyed it but that’s not what happened. I’d never slept with anyone before, and well it showed. I was dreaming of what I don’t remember, but somehow something was eating me alive. I wasn’t sure what as I came out of sleep into the real world I was screaming bloody murder. I think I scared her as much as she did me. As soon as I settled down, my cock was hiding as far into my body as it could go. We held one another. Both naked as the day we were born, her breast pressed into my side, her hand on my stomach. Well before long, her hand made its way to my cock, and was coaxing it out from hiding. My hands followed suit and begin the exploration of her body. Her ass felt nice in my hand, and I was thinking about her mouth on me again, and then I felt her tongue on the side of my stomach, she was using it to KILL me I think.. IT felt so good, it had me on the peak of cumming for what seemed like hours. I withered and squirmed around the bed, soon she must have felt sorry for me and moved to where her ass was up by my head and she took my cock into her mouth.

I tapped her right leg and she lifted it over my head and I was looking straight at her asshole.. Now I’m not into anal, don’t even like the idea. But I knew if I moved just a little I’d have a perfect view of her pussy, Well I moved and next I knew my nose when in her pussy and her clit was in my mouth. What was a boy to do but suck it. I could feel the hood of her clit with my tongue, The delicate little pearl hidden by its folds. We both sucked and licked for what we was worth, and I was soon rewarded with her stopping sucking on me, and pulling be out of her mouth and then cumming all over my face. Her body clenched and jerked on top of me, and here is where I thought I was going to die for real. I couldn’t breathe, trapped in her pussy. I held on and licked and licked some more. Finally she let the pressure of her thighs relax and lay spent on top of me.

I had still not cum, so I flipped her over, and entered paradise once more, this time with my cock. Her pussy was so wet and tight around me that I knew I would never last another minute. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling Şeyhli Escort me in to her faster and faster. Looking down at her in that moment was something else. Sweat made her body shine, her breast bounced with the motion, Beautiful milky white, with pink/red nipples to top them off. Following down between us I watched as my cock was engulfed by her red pubic hair.. (Yes I like red heads) I pumped faster and faster, closer to the edge and then fireworks went off In my head. I came, and I came, or I think I did, the heat of the orgasm took over my whole body and I couldn’t tell you when I ejaculated, but the orgasm as amazing.

And sometime around the time I was cumming, my sister tensed up and convulsed in her own orgasm. I pulled out, and a stream of our combined juices flowed out.

We got out of bed at some point and showered again, and she cooked breakfast at about 1 in the afternoon. About two, we both our cell phones started ringing. Our dates from the previous night was calling to apologize and believe it or not they wanted to still see us (as in separately, they never met our other sibling or even knew we had one, Actually no one really does in town.) I told Ellen we would see, and she told Jim about the same thing just a little nicer.

We both shared who was on the phone with the other and what they wanted and we snuggled naked on the couch, talking for the better part of the afternoon. We finally got around to the subject of Ellen and Jim. Seems we both thought they were great people, just not for us. We decided to not date them but invite them both over to the house for cards one night.

The next week was amazing, I got used to being woke up with a blow job, and it is amazing. The feeling of just receiving something special from someone, not having to, but in most cases returning the favor. I loved how she tastes, and when her legs clamp down around my head as she cums. WOW! Is all I can say. I noticed that her dress around the house has gotten a lot more casual or can I say tempting. Sure it was nothing to see her running around in an old flannel shirt and panties, but not the shirt might be there but the panties are missing. The week went very well for both of us.

We announced our love to Ellen and Jim, letting them down easy. Neither of us really thought they were bad people, maybe at first, but deep down they were okay. The weekend after that we introduced Ellen and Jim on a blind date, told them we both like them, and after a few drinks they went out they loosened up to one another, and set up another date for the Thursday Karaoke at a little club in town. We couldn’t make it, we were busy, and by busy I mean BUSY! I same in after work and found my sister in the hot tub naked. I was told we missed a hell of a duet by Jim and Ellen.

The next weekend, we wanted to do something special, so we took a little of our savings and went south for the weekend. We invited Jim and Ellen who were not very much a couple. We were in a little beach house in Florida that our parents also left us.(okay they had a little money). The Beach was private unless someone really wanted to walk a good ways over some rocky coast to get to it. We arrived, and two bedooms and Jim being a gentleman took the couch.

Terri and I got up early and took a blanket out to the beach to get some “tanning” in. Next thing you know we were naked soaking in the morning sun. I was woke up by the back door opening, Jim and ellen was coming out to join us. Of course they were wearing suites. They got to us and I tapped Terri and she woke up and say, “Oh.. Hay.. You finally woke up and decided to come join us”

Jim was the first to speak, “Ah… Oh… Escort Şeyhli I.. you sure its okay? We don’t want to interrupt you”

Terri replied, “It’s all good, It’s a private beach really, no one can see us so lose the suits if you like”

Ellen said, “Sure!” as she shucked off her suit. Still as pretty as ever.

Jim wasn’t going so easy, but I told him, “Don’t worry, we are all friends here not like we are doing anything.”

Jim finally said, “Okay but don’t mind the ah..” and pointed to the tent in his shorts.

Terri said, “Don’t worry about it, it happens, and it will go down.”

With that, Jim tugged his shorts down, nothing to write home about, not too small, not to large. They had their own blanket and Ellen spread it out, and they lay next to one another on it. We all hung out naked for a few hours. It was fun, watching Jim and Ellen see how comfortable we were. They soon got comfortable too, and Jims problem finally relaxed it’s self.We swam some in the pool by the house and made lunch, and ate naked on the covered patio.

We talked, at one point Jim said, “You know I never thought I’d get used to being naked around other people but this is kinda nice.”

Ellen chimed in, “The best part is not having to deal with wet swimsuits!”

I chimed in, “I disagree, the best part is having a beautiful woman to admire” and I kissed Terri.

Terri Said, “I think I agree except I like my man” and she kissed me again, “and I see he likes me too!” and she jokingly grabbed my now erect cock.

It was my turn to be embarrassed, but I played it cool, “Wonder how that happened.”

At that point jim chimed in and said, “I agree.. and kissed Ellen on the lips” This was the first time we saw them kiss, and then he had the same issue I did.

Terri said, “I’m kinda full and I think I’m going in for a nap, what about you?”

I said, “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” And followed her inside.

Once through the door, she took me by the cock, and whispered to me, “I NEED this NOW!!

Ellen and Jim were left sitting out on the patio, we did what any good couple would do before going at it with a naked couple out on out patio. We turned on some mood music, and peeked out the window at them. They got playful, really playful, and I think he wanted more, but we say the old “Stop. Right there” motion from her, and he did. Although she did take his cock in her hand and finished him off. We saw him squirt, and believe it or not, it hit her between the boobs. We both laughed, and went to bed and took care of our needs.

I have to admit was routing for him to get past third base, but a handjob beats what I got, but then again I might have settled if I got one that night and never known the true love I have now. Our sex was great after watching them do that. I think we both have a voyeuristic side to us! It Must run in the family.

Anyway as Terri was cumming riding me cowboy style, we hard a splash and a yell for help. Well I was too far gone to stop but Terri got off me and I came all over, soaking my crotch and her boobs.. we rushed out by the pool without thinking.

Ellen, and somehow got stuck in the patio table legs with her head being supported by Jim’s lap.

Terri was brutal, “What the hell, how in the hell.” And then went inside and got her cell and snapped a picture.

Well it took the three of us to get her unstuck. And it we a very personal experience. And I as glad I had just cam or I might have been in trouble with Terri. Anyway, we had to take hold of her by the arms while Jim slid his chair backwards so she didn’t bust her face on the ground. Her hand grabbed Şeyhli Escort Bayan my thigh for support and it slipped on something slick and her face wound up right on top of my still damp crotch. It was like a benny hill skit with cum and naked people. Jim came to our aid when he got free, he had to reach around Terri and his limp cock came up against her ass. Finally we got her out. And we just sorta stood laughing.

I had to ask, “HOW??”

Ellen was not shy, “Well we heard you guys and well Jim got hard hearing it and well I was a little horny, so I slid under the table, well through the table really. You better never tell anyone. Well when he got off I jumped because I wasn’t expecting a mouth full of junk. My leg slipped and then, well you know the rest.”

Terri said, “You have some in your hair, is that, yup, you even have some in your ear?”

Ellen replied, “From the looks of it I think some of this might be from you two.”

Jim, who as quiet until now chimed in, “I’m sorry guys but looks like we all need showers, your backside is a mess Terri from where I had to reach around you.”

Terri said, “Yuck!” and we all laughed and I’m not sure what happened but Terri pulled us all into a group hug, spreading what cum of mine was on her boobs to everyone. Not one person objected, her boob felt cool and slippery on our skin, and well do did Ellen’s. At one point it was one big hug, it was kinda nice really, I’m not into guys, but I didn’t mind when jims cock ran across my leg and got pinned by Ellen’s.

Terri was the one to start this and end it, “Okay lets get cleaned off.” And turned on the outside shower. I’m not sure what changed, but we were all soaping Ellen, up, and then the girls did Jim and we all soaped up Terri, finally I was Getting soaped up by the girls.

Terri, took extra time on my cock, Ellen grabbed my balls and her other hand grabbed my ass and her fingers ran down my crack, and I came.

When I came, I got a group roaring laugh, “No fair, we just got clean and here you go adding more to the mess.” I pulled Terri to me, and said, “I love you” and Kissed her deeply. That’s as close to group sex as I’ve ever had and it wasn’t that bad.

Not to be left out, Jim did the same to Ellen. After being washed by two hot girls his cock was rock hard again, and stuck between her legs. Ellen true form said, “Stop right there Mister, if you want more you have to promise to love me to the end of time and make me your wife.”

We thought Jim had just had enough and was really pissed, he hurried inside, and I whispered to Terri, “Great, there goes a good weekend!”

Jim returned and we were all surprised, he got down on one knee with a ring, and said “Ellen, I’ll love you until the end of time, Will you let me make you my wife. I’d do anything for you my love!”

Ellen put her left hand out, and said, “Yes, yes I will be your wife. Now love me until the end of time.”

I figured they would go inside at that point, but no, she lay on a chase lounge he climbed between her legs and they made love. We watched as they kissed, and she took his cock and guided it to his private paradise. She winced for a second as a small trickle of blood stained the cushion she was laying on. Terri looked at me and smiled, she laid on the other chase lounge and I entered her. Surprised I could get it up again so soon.

The four of us enjoyed the weekend, and we took the next week and stayed in the sun. We never swapped partners, Terri and I talked about it once, that it might be fun, but neither of us wanted to share. We did make love on the bed all together a couple times, and snuggled, but never anything more than lite accidental touching. The kinkiest we got was the shower by the pool I told you about earlier.

When we got back to real life can cold weather, we got a wedding invitation, and 2 tickets to some island in the Philippines for the honeymoon. In two weeks, that is. But I’ll wait to share that until next time.

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This is purely a work of erotic fiction. While this chapter is categorized as incest/taboo, it could have just as easily been filed under Group Sex or, to a somewhat lesser extent, in Erotic Horror. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.

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We had entered the Green Mountain National Forest. It was some of the most beautiful country I had ever seen, with mountains that looked like enormous rolling hills covered with plush, verdant blankets of ancient hardwoods. In some areas we could look out of the windows and see the landscape spread out below us like a beautiful oil painting. I was already enjoying my time in Vermont immensely, and not looking forward to my return to the relatively featureless Mid-West. Gradually, the roads became narrower, curvier, and less well-maintained as ominous billows of dark gray clouds began to form overhead. Visible signs of human habitation became increasingly scarce, and the old trees beside the road seem to be creeping ever closer to the sides of the road as we drove on. Eventually, we rounded a corner on a mountain and saw a clearing in the woods ahead of us. I instinctively knew that we had arrived at our destination.

Long-dead hands had constructed the old church in a style that marked it unmistakably as a relic from a previous century. Compared with many modern churches, the building was relatively small. Still, the weathered stone and timeworn reddish-brown brick lent a quiet and somber dignity to the structure. The arched windows contained ancient glass full of bubbles and swirls set deep in the thick old walls. Lifeless brown vines snaked up towards the roof of a belfry on one side of the structure. The bricks were crumbling in places, and there were dark streaks of algae and thick pads of moss growing on some of the shaded walls. In a circular window over the entryway, the dim sunlight reflected from a stained-glass depiction of Christ on the cross that I judged to be a relatively recent edition. Strange symbols, most of which I did not recognize as traditional Christian imagery, were etched into the border of the stained glass. Beneath this window, some ancient craftsman had carved the image of a scroll into the stone above the doorway. In flowing italic writing that had weathered until it was hardly even visible, I could just make out the words to Isaiah 41:10. “Fear not, for I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” It struck me as a strange and grim verse with which to welcome visitors to a house of worship.

On the sides of the churchyard, the tall, dark shadows of the ancient forest had crept in close to the building. It was as though nature itself resented something that lurked just out of sight here, and the primordial spirits of the ancient forest were attempting a Cannae-style enveloping maneuver in an effort to reclaim their lost territory and eradicate any reminders that the tragic old edifice had ever stood.

A rusted and dilapidated wrought-iron gate surrounded a small cemetery. The grim-looking tombstones within the churchyard were thin wafers of stone that had been cut in the patterns that had been fashionable two centuries ago, long before the more robust modern blocks of granite came into vogue. The crooked headstones had been weathered until the antique italic letters on many of the age-blackened, moss and lichen encrusted relics were illegible. Some tombstones had fallen over entirely or had cracked in half. An apparent effort had been made to keep the old churchyard maintained, but brown, lifeless weeds surrounded the bases of some of the ancient stones. A few of the well-to-do dead were housed in what had perhaps once been expensive, ostentatiously decorated above-ground burial vaults. Long years in the pitiless New England weather had decayed and eroded these monuments into a sardonic commentary on human vanity. A melancholy air hung about the place like an invisible fog.

It was a mournfully beautiful scene, with the old-fashioned house of worship, the ancient forest, and the dim sunlight filtering down between the dark purple clouds that rolled across the gray sky. But here in person, a persistent, brooding sense of death and suffering seemed to hang disconcertingly in the air. I have been on enough paranormal investigations before to be pretty good at instinctively judging whether or not a place is haunted. I felt slightly sick in the pit of my stomach, and I suppressed a shudder. Diana and I exchanged a concerned glance. Something was very definitely here, and Diana didn’t have to say a word for me to know that we both had a very, very bad feeling about it.

Erin’s face didn’t betray much in the way of emotion, whether joy for returning home or fear of the ancient evil that lurked here. Haunted or not, this sad old place Tahtakale Escort was her childhood home. Kim, Sarah, and Heather remained silent and bore grave expressions on their faces. Some primitive part in the back of our minds seemed to be screaming at us that there was something dangerous lurking here that the rest of our senses would be unable to detect. As we drove past the church and up the hill towards the parsonage, the threatening sense of a silent and invisible menace seemed to pass, and I was grateful for our reprieve.

The parsonage where Erin’s parents lived was a large, dignified-looking brick structure constructed in a blocky, formal-looking Edwardian style that I thought might look more appropriate for a funeral home than a private residence. From our research, we knew that it had been built many years after the church building. There was a large brick-and-concrete porch in front of the building that was covered by an extension from the weather-beaten gray roof. As we pulled the van into the shaded driveway that ran to the left of the house, an attractive older woman that had been sitting in a rocking chair on the porch marked her place in the paperback book that she had been reading, placed it on a table beside her, then quickly walked down to greet us.

“That’s fine, just leave the van right there under those trees,” the woman said. Erin’s mother was a very attractive woman for her age, with just a few extra pounds of weight and a few gray hairs revealing that she was in her fifth decade of life.

The six of us dismounted the van, and Erin rushed forward to warmly embrace her mother. “Hey, everyone, this is my mom, Naomi! Mom, that’s Kim, Diane, John, Sarah, and Heather.”

“It’s great to meet you all!” Naomi said with genuine warmth. “My husband will be back later; he is so sorry that he couldn’t be here! A parishioner that David has been spending a lot of time with lately hung himself this morning, and David’s been busy with the family for most of the day. Suicide is always so hard on a family. Dinner is in the oven, and should be ready in about fifteen minutes. Erin, would you mind showing them where their rooms will be and where the bathrooms are?”

We took our personal gear out of the van, and Erin escorted us to the guest rooms. There were three guest rooms located upstairs in the house. Diane got a room to herself, and Sarah and Heather would share a room. Kim would be sleeping in Erin’s bedroom with her. As the only man, I got a room to myself. After we all took turns using the two restrooms that were available, we helped Naomi set the table.

“Lisa!” Naomi called. “Your sister and her friends from school are here, and we’re all sitting down to eat!”

“I’ll be there in just a second, Mom!” a female voice echoed down from the end of the dark wood-paneled hallway. “My boss just sent me a text from work. He has a question about some orders that a client placed last month. I’ll be right out, I promise.” The woman that was speaking had the sort of voice that sounded attractive and almost musical, even when discussing issues as mundane as work.

A moment later, a strikingly beautiful woman with shoulder-length blonde hair appeared in the hallway, her dress shoes clacking on the wooden floor as she walked in a rapid, business-like manner towards the table. When she saw me, she immediately stopped in her tracks and we stared at each other for a long moment. Erin’s sister, Lisa, was the beautiful stranger that had teased me as my own mother had mounted my cock during the dream that I had two nights before.

“Is everything all right?” asked Naomi, noting her daughter’s startled reaction with concern.

Lisa smiled beautifully at her mother. “Oh, yes, everything is just fine. I just thought for a moment that I knew this gentleman from somewhere, but after getting a better look at his face, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him before.” Still, she regarded me with a thoughtful gaze numerous times over the course of dinner.

Naomi was every bit the cook that her daughter had described and I can say without any hesitation that it was among the most delicious meals I have ever eaten. I could have made a meal out of her homemade rolls alone! Glasses of delicious red wine that Erin’s father had skillfully crafted from local grapes complemented the exquisite cooking perfectly. I was concerned that we would have a hard time staying awake to do the investigation with the inevitable drowsiness to which an overly-stuffed stomach invariably leads.

After we had all eaten and were sitting around the table, sipping on freshly brewed coffee and picking at the remnants of the pumpkin pie that Lisa had contributed to the dinner, Diana spoke to Naomi. “So, Naomi, could you please tell us a bit more about the church and what goes on in there? Erin described some of the things that she’s seen to the rest of the club, but she says that you’ve seen some stuff as Escort Tahtakale well, and we would like to hear a bit about your experiences from you if you wouldn’t mind.”

Naomi sat quietly for a long moment with her hands folded quietly on her lap. Every eye in the room was focused on her. She looked at us guardedly, and spoke in a quiet voice that didn’t need volume to fill the room: “When the bishop in charge of the diocese at the time told David to take over the church after the last rector passed away unexpectedly, I was against it from the beginning. I had a bad feeling about the whole place. I suppose that rumors about something unnatural happening to the previous rector are only to be expected, since he had died as such a young man and the diocese made every effort to be respectful of his family’s privacy after he passed. David was fresh out of seminary, though, and didn’t think that an appointment to a church like this was something that he could afford to pass up. Lisa was only a few years old at the time, Erin was on the way, and David said that an appointment at a respectable old church like this would give us a place to live and raise a family, and it would provide us with financial security. The diocese was offering him several thousand dollars more a year to take this position than he could have gotten elsewhere and they were still having a hard time filling the vacancy the last minister had left.”

Naomi poured herself another glass of wine. Her face was a stoic mask, but it was taking visible effort to keep it that way. Her hands trembled slightly as she poured the sweet red liquid from the dusty green bottle. “Almost immediately after we moved in, I would sometimes see lights in the cemetery at night. At first I thought that it was teenagers playing around in the cemetery, and I called the police because I was worried that they would vandalize things and leave beer cans everywhere. When the police came, they never found anything. I noticed that, during the day, when nobody else was in the church, I could hear footsteps. I’m not talking about noises in an old building with a settling foundation and a creaky floor. I grew up in an old house, and I know what that sounds like. I’m talking about clear, regular footsteps taking definite paths through the building. You can literally hear the strike of a heel and then the rest of a foot being set down. Both David and I hear them pretty frequently in broad daylight. It’s usually like someone pacing while they’re waiting for something, but sometimes I’ve heard several footsteps like it’s a group walking around together. Sometimes I hear knocks on the wall. Not like the building settling, but like someone that wants to get someone’s attention hitting the wall with a fist.”

Naomi paused and sipped her wine. The only sound in the room came from a ticking clock on the wall until she continued. “Then there were these smells. Sometimes, it was like rotting flesh, like- like, death, I suppose. But it comes without any explanation, in places that shouldn’t have smelled like that, and it’s gone just a few hours later so it couldn’t have been a dead animal. Electrical things in that building have always acted funny. The clocks are always having the battery die a just a day or two after you changed it, or being reset to weird times, or sometimes even running backwards. The fire alarms in the church go off for no reason at all. Sometimes you might see something like movement or a shadow that shouldn’t be there, but it’s usually gone before you’re even completely sure you saw it. When you’re alone in the building, you’ll often see someone out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look directly at them, they’re gone. One time I was in the church alone, and I heard someone screaming and crying like they were in the absolute worst kind of pain. They sounded like they were dying. It scared me badly enough that I called the police. Of course, they didn’t find anything and seemed to think that I was just calling them to get attention. There’s something about the whole building that just doesn’t feel right; it’s a scary place. But the feeling that everyone seems to get in the basement is just truly horrible. I don’t know anyone that will go into the basement alone for any length of time. Nobody seems to know of anything that’s actually happened there, but there’s this… this feeling like something evil is down there and watching you. David is the bravest man I’ve ever known, and not even he likes being down there.”

With Naomi’s words, I saw Lisa’s jaw set into a tight grimace that she seemed to be trying to hide, and the color drained from her lovely face. She set down her fork as though she had suddenly lost her appetite, but she didn’t say anything.

Naomi spoke with a voice that was tight with emotion. “After we had lived here for a few years, I thought that Lisa had started spending a lot of time talking in gibberish, and I told her to quit. Tahtakale Escort Bayan But then Erin started talking like that, too, and they seemed to be able to understand each other. I thought that they were just making up a language together. This continued for years when they didn’t think I could hear them until one of the congregation members congratulated me on what a good job my children had done learning French, and he told me to get them some newer textbooks because nobody talks the way that they had learned French anymore. I never taught my kids French. They’ve never been around anyone that spoke French or could teach it to them. It turned out that they were fluent enough in it to have full conversations with people that spoke French, but they didn’t know the names of anything that has been around for less than two hundred years. They said that they learned it from the ‘White Dress Ladies’. I was terrified and asked David to quit his job and move away from here. He said that God would protect us, and the girls said that the ‘White Dress Ladies’ were their friends and they didn’t want to quit talking to them. I was so frightened, but it was impossible to get anyone to believe me and do something! Nobody could help.”

“Oui, c’est vrai,” Lisa responded nonchalantly as she sipped her coffee. Naomi and Erin glared at her.

“Vous devez etre respectueux et de ne pas taquiner notre mere,” Erin admonished her sister. She smiled apologetically to her mother.

Naomi sighed and continued. “The whole time I’ve lived here, I’ve only actually been inside that old church after dark once. That was enough for me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was the secretary and treasurer of the women’s Sunday School, and there was a question about some of our finances. I was in David’s office to get a piece of paper I needed, and I wasn’t planning to leave without it.”

“I went back to the corner of David’s office at the church where I had left the paper, and the lights all went out. All at the same time, like if the power had been cut. But the clock on his desk and the lights on his computer didn’t go out, so it was NOT the power going out.” Naomi’s voice had a defensive tone to it, as though she expected us to not believe her or to challenge her.

We do have to look for possible alternatives to a supernatural cause for things when we investigate a site, and we’re obligated as objective observers to remain open but skeptical of anything that we can’t independently verify. That said, we never treat a client with disrespect, and I am confident that every one of us believed that Naomi was telling us the truth to the best of her ability.

She sat there at the table in the cozy, well-lit kitchen with eyes that were still reflecting terror from almost two decades ago. “There, in the dark, there was just enough light to see. Barely. I was surrounded by these black shapes, like the silhouettes of a bunch of people in colonial costume. They didn’t reflect any light. They were like a group of solid, walking shadows. I screamed and closed my eyes, and believe me I was praying like I had never prayed before. After a minute in the dark, the lights came back on and I was in the room by myself. I thought that everything was over. I swear to you, nobody was there but me. I had shut the door behind myself when I came into the office. I started looking for the paper, and I started getting a really funny feeling. Then, I heard the voice of a man with a British accent yell “GET OUT!”, and then the door to the office slammed open with enough force to knock a crucifix off the wall. I ran out of that building as fast as I could, and didn’t stop running until I got home. I didn’t pick the paper up while I was there, but I found it crumpled and shoved inside of my back pocket later that night. I’ve never been so scared before in my life, and I’m not going there again after dark. Ever.”

I looked at Naomi sympathetically. “Ma’am, if you don’t mind, can we ask you a few questions? When you heard the voice, how loud was it and what did it sound like? Did it sound like the voice came from somewhere in particular, and was this an audible voice, or was it something that sounded like you were just hearing it inside of your own head?”

Naomi’s nostrils flared slightly, and she regarded me with controlled anger. “I am absolutely positive that I wasn’t imagining it! I heard a voice, a loud man’s voice, like he was angry and yelling at me. And he told me to get out, so I did!”

Erin came to my defense. “Mom, I don’t think that John thinks that you’re crazy or that you were imagining anything. Sometimes when ghosts communicate with people, it sounds like they’re speaking directly inside of your mind, and that doesn’t mean that you’re imagining it and I don’t think that John was trying to imply that you were. That’s how the White Dress Ladies used to talk to Lisa and me when we were kids, and it was still clear enough that I never had to study when I took French in High School. But what you’re talking about, with an audible voice that’s loud enough to sound like a loud, clear shout… well, that isn’t common at all.”

Naomi’s anger seemed mollified, but her brows were knitted tightly, and she looked as though she might cry. “Well, that’s what happened.”

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The moment we landed at Tirupati railway station, Raghu remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left.

“You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won’t get even a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.”

They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag, beneath his clothes.

Fortunately for them, there weren’t those long queues to board the bus that took the huge crowds up the hill to Tirumala, one of the most visited pilgrim centers in the country. They were lucky again to get seated in a row that could accommodate all the three of them. As the bus began the journey, most of the pilgrims inside the bus called out aloud,”Govinda..Govinda.”

Honestly, Raghu wasn’t very keen in visiting Tirupati because of his past experiences. He always felt it quite tedious to wait in those never-ending queues to have a very brief glimpse of the deity. Moreover it had always been an ordeal to find a room for staying overnight as more often than not, they made a trip without proper planning. However, he got married just a couple of months ago that was soon followed with a surprise promotion in his office.

Padma, his mother believed that they had something to deserve a thanksgiving to Lord Balaji, who was their family deity. Shreya, his new wife was equally excited as her mother-in-law and hence Raghu had to shelve his reluctance. He was smiling to himself sitting right between his wife and mother as the bus roared through the hill road. The devotees inside the bus called out ‘Govinda..Govinda’ every time the bus took the hairpin turns. Although Raghu was amused, he managed to conceal his funny smile as he knew that both his wife and mother would get offended if they saw him smiling.

Within few minutes after the bus took the hill road, both Padma and Shreya were fast asleep. They kept leaning on Raghu’s shoulders repeatedly as the bus kept turning all through. Raghu couldn’t resist inhaling the fragrance of jasmine that was clipped to Shreya’s long curly hair. His eyes turned to his left to see that Padma’s sari had gone ajar, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. He shook his head and tried closing his eyes so that they don’t stray on his mother but every time they opened, he couldn’t resist the tendency to have a peek inside his mother’s blouse. Within seconds, he realized that he was hardening beneath his pants and struggled hard to control his emotions. The journey seemed like eternal for him as he was increasingly aroused by the dual sensation of his wife and mother tempting him inadvertently.

Finally, the journey came to an end much to the relief of Raghu. The walk from the bus stand to the temple wasn’t easy as thousands of pilgrims kept flocking all the way. They eventually joined a queue that probably was at least a couple of miles long. Padma stood in the front while Shreya closely followed him from behind. The queue kept moving once in five minutes and every time it stopped, Raghu deliberately pushed and grinded his waist against his mother’s ass cheeks. Padma did turn around and glanced at her son a few times but soon she didn’t seem unduly perturbed about her son’s crotch brushing her back. It took more than five hours for them to get the glimpse of the Lord. Raghu felt a sudden guilt as he looked up at the gigantic idol, decorated with plenty of sparkling jewels and flowers in different colors. He closed his eyes and apologized to Lord Balaji to forgive his sexual advances with his mother on the way in. However, once they got themselves pushed out of the sanctum, his eyes began searching for Padma all over again.

His worst fears came true as they began looking for some room. The whole place was buzzing with activity and they couldn’t Seyitnizam Escort find a room even after walking across the length and breadth of the small township. Finally, they managed to find one complex but to their utter disappointment, they were told that only one single room was vacant.

Padma was rather adamant to have another glimpse of the Lord at early morning next day and hence Raghu had to agree. While Padma and Shreya were quite relieved after entering inside the very small room, Raghu looked a bit tentative as he badly needed to smoke. He rushed through the motions letting his mother and wife settle down in the room and walked out of the complex searching for a hideout to smoke his first cigarette in more than 8 hours. After inhaling the first puff, his nerves began cooling down and another couple of puffs brought him back to normalcy. He began cursing himself for whatever he thought about his mother and also for teasing her in the queue. He knew that he had gone out of bounds. His mind was full of humiliation and shame as he returned to the room.

He couldn’t look into Padma’s eyes after his return. He didn’t dare to speak to her while they were having their dinner. Shreya in all probabilities never realized the sudden uneasiness between her husband and his mother as she kept bubbling with enthusiasm all the time. However, it was when they decided to sleep that they realized they had a problem to sort out.

There was only one cot in the room that at best can accommodate two. The room being very small, the cot was positioned so close to the wall. There was sufficient space on the floor for the third person to stretch. Finally, Raghu suggested that Padma and Shreya should sleep on the cot while he would sleep on the floor. Once decided, the switches were soon put off and they began sleeping.

Raghu soon woke up trembling. The floor felt like ice as midnight approached. He tried hard wrapping himself with whatever clothes he could pullout from his bag but of no avail. He sat up and began wondering if he could ever sleep at all. He decided to warm himself up with a cigarette and walked out of the room without making any noise. He used the stairs to reach the terrace of the building where he could see a few people smoking stealthily. He was in a real hurry as he smoked very quickly because it was even colder on the terrace. He was shivering again as he got back inside the room. He managed to creep onto his bed and as he stretched his body, he felt a hand falling on his shoulders. “Where have you been?” Shreya whispered.

“I am not feeling sleepy. It is very cold,” Raghu hushed. “I went out for a fag.”

“There is some space here,” Shreya pushed herself further on the cot. “Come on. Sleep here.”

“No way,” Raghu replied. “Three can’t sleep there.”

“We need to manage,” Shreya said and almost pulled him up. “Get up.”

Padma was almost pressing against the wall as Shreya moved to the center of the cot. Raghu carefully got on the bed and stretched himself to Shreya’s left. He was a bit relieved to feel the warmth of the cushion although it was a bit embarrassing to sleep on the same cot with his wife and mother.

“Let’s cuddle together,” Shreya whispered into his ears. “That might give us more space.”

It didn’t sound a bad idea at all. Raghu readily hugged his wife and felt extremely relieved to feel her warmth. His lips gently pressed against her shoulders while his hands began caressing her back. Shreya’s hand lifted his left leg and placed it on her body.

“Now what is the big idea?” Raghu queried softly. Shreya wasn’t answering. She began pulling the blanket over both of them till they were covered till their necks. He right hand swiftly went down and started rolling her sari and petticoat upwards till they reached just above her waist. Raghu’s dick began swelling within seconds as he felt his wife’s hands pushing down her panties through her legs underneath the carpet.

He was quick to take the clue from Shreya as he hurriedly undid his pant and brief within seconds. He held his Seyitnizam Escort Bayan throbbing dick and started rubbing in between Shreya’s thighs as if he was searching for her mound. He felt her body shudder as the tip of his dick brushed over and across her public hair. Shreya took over his dick and rubbed its tip against her slit. Raghu’s hands itched to grab her young breasts as his fingers began undoing her hooks. His fingers restlessly intruded her bra cup to gently hold and press her breast. She heaved in excitement as his palm brushed over her nipple. She began biting her lips to stop from moaning as she felt his warm lips savoring her nipples.

It was already warm underneath the blanket and Raghu’s fingers began warming up her body further. His lips jumped from one nipple to another, suckling them and his mouth gently sucked and bit her young flesh. He freed his hands rather quickly. Shreya shook in pleasure as his right hand went underneath her body to grab her ass cheek while his left hand gave gentle squeezes to her breasts in alternates. “Give me a quickie,” Shreya whispered into his ears.

Raghu’s dick had grown enough to take on her soaking pussy by now. He gently began grinding his waist against her and with a forceful thrust he made an entry inside her without any fuss. His head was warm and large as it made it’s way a couple of inches inside her. Their naked thighs brushed against each other under the blanket generating a terrific radiation in between. Shreya’s right leg involuntarily rose up in the air before it locked Raghu by pulling the back of his thighs against her body. A few more motions from Raghu ensured that his dick was entirely inside her waiting pussy. He kept sucking her breasts and teasing her nipples letting his mouth and tongue unleash his shameless lust. They began breathing harder as they were soon lost in their whirlwind passion with Raghu pounding her pussy ignoring the fact that his mother was asleep on the same cot.

“Raghu, I am cumming,” Shreya whispered and took his left ear in between her teeth. Raghu quickened up his pace to match wits with his wife. His fingers tweaked her nipple a few times to deliberately expedite her ecstasy. His dick was swelling inside her pussy as they kept gyrating their hips in equal speed and with similar passion. Shreya squirmed as she reached her climax within the next few seconds, Raghu exploded his stream of semen inside her. They gasped for a while before beginning to breathe normally. They strived hard to look into each other’s eyes through the semi-darkness of the room.

“Give me way,” Shreya sat up gently. “I need to clean myself.”

Raghu sat up and planted his foot on the chill floor, letting Shreya get down from the cot. He couldn’t sit for long as he began stretching on the cot. He had seen a rather tedious day and before he could think of anything else, his eyelids descended at once. He was fast asleep within a couple of seconds, but not for long.

Suddenly, Padma rolled to her left and cuddled into Raghu. Raghu woke up at once and his heart almost stopped realizing that it was his mother who was pressing her body against him. He could hear Shreya washing herself in the bath and began wondering what he should be doing. However, he couldn’t resist the temptation to hug Padma. Although he felt sticky in between his thighs, his dick immediately regained it’s lost vigor within moments after he hugged Padma. He straddled Padma’s legs with his and his hands reached out to her ass cheeks. He suddenly stopped and turned his back to his Padma’s face and began pretending as though he was fast asleep.

Shreya emerged out of the bathroom. Her eyes strained through the darkness to find that her mother-in-law had rolled over to her right close to Raghu. She thought for a moment if she should wake up either of them but decided against it. She knew that they might be terribly exhausted. She managed to crawl onto the bed and stretch herself. She wasn’t suspicious about a mother and son sleeping so close and soon she plunged into a deep slumber.

Raghu Escort Seyitnizam waited for a few minutes to ensure that Shreya was fast asleep. He turned back and hugged Padma again. His lips gently planted a kiss on her lips. Padma woke up almost immediately. Her eyes quickly recovered to find her son’s face menacingly close to hers.

“Raghu?” She tried to whimper. Raghu quickly kept his hand on her mouth as though he did not want her to talk.

“Be quiet mom,” he lowered his voice and spoke into her ears.

“What are you up to?” Padma sounded puzzled.

“You will know,” Raghu whispered and began devouring her lips inside his mouth. His left hand strayed on her chest, held her right breast and pressed it once. Padma groaned inside his mouth. She tried hard pushing his chest with her hands but he proved to be a bit too strong for her.

“Mom, Your nipples are very hard,” Raghu hushed.” It is wonderful feeling them.”

He was right. Padma immediately realized that her nipples felt like piercing through her bra and blouse.

“Son, this is so wrong,” Padma pleaded. “I am your mother.”

“Yes, I know,” Raghu said as he tightened his grip on her breast. “I am proud of it.”

“We are in Tirupati,” Padma whimpered.

“May be we have divine blessings,” Raghu chuckled gently.

“Oh No,” Padma struggled to push him away. “Shame, your wife is sleeping besides.”

“Don’t worry,” Raghu kissed her again briefly. “She hardly wakes up in the night.”

Padma wasn’t allowed to talk any further. Raghu began kissing her cheeks, lips, chin and neck. His hands kept gripping and squeezing her breasts all the time.

“Show me your naked breasts,” Raghu pleaded.

“No I won’t,” Padma quickly refused.

“Please mom,” Raghu’s hands restlessly reached out to her hooks.

“Leave me,” Padma pushed his fingers from her breasts. “You don’t seem to know what you are doing.”

“I certainly do,” Raghu said regaining his grip on her breasts. “I want to take you once.”

“Will you let me sleep if I show you take off my blouse?” Padma asked.

“Blouse?”

“Ok,” Padma corrected herself. ” I mean the blouse and bra..”

“Let me see first,” Raghu said hastily.

Padma reached down and undid her blouse hooks. Raghu impatiently unclasped her bra and began feeling her breasts and nipples. Padma couldn’t stop a moan emanating from her throat as Raghu began playing with her breasts. He used his hands and mouth in alternate to tease both her breasts, making her nipples harder and harder as seconds ticked. Raghu’s hands pulled and pinched her nipples.

Padma was slowly loosing herself as her hands involuntarily went inside her panties and her fingers began teasing up and down her pussy. It wasn’t a moment to be ashamed of as lust was beginning to take over her body and mind. Padma felt the gentle radiation transmitting between their bodies as Raghu snuggled against her. His dick had managed to create some tingling in her moist pussy and he never looked like stopping. She couldn’t resist the temptation to grip and squeeze his head.

She quivered feeling his dick getting larger as it successfully entered inside her pussy. Padma was now simply out of bounds as she began kissing her son. Raghu responded to his mother’s kiss as he reached out to her breasts yet again to pinch her nipples.

Padma shuddered feeling his dick making it look so easy diving inside her. Raghu kept gripping her as he started pushing his waist against her, driving his meat further deep inside her. His hands were relentless on her tits, squeezing them all the time. They occasionally turned around to see if Shreya was still sleeping although that didn’t stop or slowed their bodies mashing against each other.

Padma began feeling the terrific sensation building inside and began biting her lower lips in joy. Raghu tightly held her waist as he kept quickening his thrusts into her. The experienced mother realized that her son was getting close to an explosion while her body stiffened approaching a wonderful orgasm. Raghu began shooting loads of cum inside her letting out a few low groans.

They hugged each other for a while after which Raghu rolled over to her left side, stretching his body on the cot.

He knew that he needed a nice cleaning up act after two consecutive sessions of lovemaking, perhaps the most memorable ones ever in his life.

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Chapter 02: Cumming Home

This is a follow on to the story ‘Night Next Door’ in the Erotic Couplings’ section.

*

Anne couldn’t believe what she had just seen. She had arrived home from work and gone into the spare room to grab a DVD. She glanced out the window and saw a sight that was now burned into her memory. In her best friend Michelle’s house across the street Michelle was sprawled on the bed with a cock deep inside her. Not just any cock, but the cock of Anne’s teenage son Eoin. All Anne had been able to do was watch. She stood behind the curtain with her eyes fixed on the sight of her son plunging in and out of her best friend. Anne was absolutely shocked. She was shocked by what she was seeing, but also by what she was feeling. Her heart was beating and she could feel herself getting wet. She knew it was wrong, but she was enjoying watching. She felt guilty and dirty, she had never imagined her own son in a sexual way but seeing him here like this awoke something inside her.

Eoin’s dad was a heavy drinker and their marriage had been pretty much over for years. They barely spoke and hadn’t had sex in more than a year. Her husband had never been able to satisfy her anyway so Anne didn’t miss fucking him, but she missed being fucked. Now, here she was watching another man she lived with, in the throes of passion. Her hand drifted towards her wet pussy. She chided herself and stopped briefly. Just as she was allowing her hand to wonder again she saw Michelle’s back arch as she came. Seconds later, Eoin stopped thrusting as he came himself. Anne stood there, soaking, not sure if this was really happening. She regained her senses just in time to see her son glance out the window. Instinctively she pulled back, relinquishing her grip of the curtain. She wondered had he seen her? She hoped not and crawled to the door in case he was still looking. She sat in the kitchen with a million things running through her head. She was angry at Eoin, she was angry at Michelle. At the same time she was angry at herself the most. How could she have enjoyed that? Her husband headed for the back door grunting that he would be gone for the weekend. Anne didn’t even notice, she wouldn’t have said anything even if she had. Her mind wandered back to what she had seen. She got up and decided to do some chores to take her mind off it.

** **

After spending an hour talking and assuring Michelle it wouldn’t get weird, and assuring her it would happen again if I got my way, I got dressed and headed home. Mom’s car was in the driveway and dad’s was gone. He was probably gone on business again. I didn’t mind since we never really had much to talk about anyway. Plus, mom was generally happier when he wasn’t around. I walked in the front door and mom was folding laundry watching the TV.

“Hey mom.” I said trying to sound casual.

“Oh…hi honey. How was Michelle? I mean how was she feeling?” Mom stammered, seeming a little uneasy. I guessed maybe she had a fight with dad before he left or something.

“She’s ok. A little upset about the whole anniversary thing but I think she got over it.”

“Oh, ok. I think I’ll just head to bed.” She said as she folded the last item and picked up the basket.

She hurried out of the room and up the stairs. I wondered what was up with her, but guessed it was the stress of working late. I sat on the couch and flicked on the TV. I was still in dream land after what had happened with Michelle and I kept playing things over in my head. I wasn’t sure if Michelle would think it was weird after sleeping on it but hoped we could do it again. After about an hour I decided to go to bed. I went upstairs and headed for my room. Mom’s light was still on which was a little strange. I thought about checking if she was ok but decided to leave it and went to bed.

** **

Anne heard his footsteps as he approached her door, paused briefly, and continued on to his room. She had been lying in bed for more than an hour hoping to fall asleep and forget about what she was feeling. No luck. She had flicked back on her light and thought about going and confronting Eoin when she heard him coming up the stairs. Since he had gone to bed she decided to leave it until the morning. She desperately wanted to sleep but her mind was racing again and the more she thought about it, she noticed herself getting wet again. Her pussy was desperate for attention. Anne wanted to resist but couldn’t. She hopped out of bed and got on her knees. She reached under the bed and slid out the box that contained her constant companion during the last few years of her rocky marriage. She pulled the dildo out of the box and rubbed it with her hand, before lubricating it with her mouth. It was an 8 inch dildo and although that was nearly 3 inches bigger than her husband’s cock, it couldn’t compare to the real thing.

She lay back on the bed and pulled her nightie up above her waist. She gently slid the pink head into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. After about 5 minutes Anne began to relax and then to her shock her subconscious Selimiye Escort thoughts took over. Suddenly she was visualising her son again, only this time he was fucking her. Anne was taken by surprise; she couldn’t believe she was having these thoughts. They were doing the trick though as she started to fuck herself with her dildo faster. She closed her eyes, losing herself in thoughts of her son fucking her wet pussy and within minutes she came. She was satisfied and disgusted at the same time. These thoughts were torture and she knew she had to confront her son about what she had seen to put her mind at rest. After another restless hour she knew she had no chance of getting to sleep. She got out of the bed and threw on her robe. She opened her door and headed down the hall. She hoped Eoin was still watching TV or surfing the web. She knocked on the door. No reply. She opened the door and stepped inside. Eoin was asleep. She moved to his bed and sat on the edge. She shook his shoulder gently to wake him. Then she stopped.

** **

I felt something touching my shoulder and woke up. I didn’t want to be awake. I had been dreaming of my encounter with Michelle again so I kept my eyes closed and tried to drift back to sleep. I had a strange feeling that I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and saw someone sitting on the bed. Luckily she was close enough for me to see it was my mom. I guessed she wanted to talk about whatever her and dad had fought about so I closed my eyes again and hoped she would leave. She didn’t make any effort to get up but didn’t try to wake me again either. After about 30 seconds she whispered my name. Wondering what she was doing I said nothing, wanting to see what exactly she was up to. Another minute passed. She whispered again.

“Eoin? Eoin are you awake?”

I said nothing again. After all, it there was a fire or some kind of emergency she wouldn’t just whisper my name. More time passed. I was properly awake now with no chance of returning to my dream. My cock was fully erect and I was probably going to have to jack off before sleeping as soon as mom left. Finally she got up. She took a step towards the door and paused. I opened my eyes to a squint again and saw her with her fingers on her lower lip, as if she wasn’t sure what to do. She stepped back next to the bed and grabbed the corner of my sheets. Now I was really wondering what she was doing. She slowly lifted the sheets and folded them back to the other side of the bed. I felt the cool air on my exposed legs, and was suddenly very aware of my erection again. It must have been bulging in my boxer shorts. Even though it was still dark, there is no way mom could have not noticed. Then it happened. My own mother sat on the edge of the bed and felt my cock. Yes it was through boxers but she felt it. I froze, not sure whether I should pretend to wake up now or keep up my act. It would have helped if I had a clue what was going on. Where did this come from?

For a few years now I had fantasies about fucking my mom, I’m sure most boys do, but I had never imagined it as anything more than a farfetched fantasy and certainly hadn’t ever seen anything to suggest my mother had them feelings too. She was a pretty average 44 year old woman. If anything she was a little bit overweight but that resulted in a plump ass and a huge pair of DD boobs. She had long black hair and sparkling green eyes. Her hand was just resting on my cock. She started to slowly massage it through the material. Such was the shock of the whole thing I felt as though it might be enough to make me cum. I didn’t want her to know I was awake but I didn’t want to embarrass myself either, so I coughed. My mom nearly fell off the bed. She got up and stood still, silent. She crept slowly to the door and closed it quietly behind her. I lay in bed for about 10 minutes wondering what the hell had just happened. Eventually I crept out of my room and looked for signs of light from mom’s room. There was none so I went back in to my room. My mom touched my cock? Could she possibly want to have sex me? What was already an incredible day had somehow gotten better. I began to stroke my cock thinking of my mom touching me. Before long I was coming all over the towel I kept beside my bed. I crawled back in to bed and went to sleep happy.

** **

Anne sat at her desk staring at the clock. It was 4.30 and she couldn’t wait to get out of the office. She hadn’t got a thing done all day. She was absolutely exhausted. She hadn’t got a wink of sleep last night. Masturbating didn’t help and her plan to discuss what she had seen with Eoin went horribly wrong. How could she have been so stupid? She had actually touched her sons cock! What if he had woken up? She had agonised over her predicament all day. She knew it was disgusting to have sexual thoughts about her son, but since seeing him screwing Michelle yesterday she had thought about nothing else. She was lusting after her own son and she hated herself for it. The clock hit 5 and the drive home was a blur. She walked in the Escort Selimiye front door and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She saw that her son was in the garden mowing the lawn. It was warm outside and Eoin had his top off. Anne stood at the sink admiring his muscular body. After a minute she turned away and left the room. She was doing it again. She headed upstairs not sure what she was going to do or what she could say to her son. She passed his room. The door was open and his laptop was on the bed turned on. Anne stopped and peered inside. She went in to turn it off to save the battery. She looked at the screen and couldn’t believe what she saw. An internet site was open, it was a site called .com. There was a story on the page. Anne read the first few lines. Her heart nearly jumped into her mouth. It was a story from a teenage boy about a sexual encounter he had with his mom. Anne clicked the backup button on the laptop and was taken to her son’s profile page. She clicked the favourite’s button. She read the titles of the stories saved under favourites. Her heart raced even quicker. It seemed they were nearly all mother son stories. Anne was shocked. If she had seen these 24 hours earlier she would have been appalled. But a lot had changed in that 24 hours. Now this page told her that her son had the same feelings that she did.

Anne couldn’t believe it. She had tried to oppress her feelings all day, mainly by telling herself that her son would be sickened by what she was thinking. By what she did last night. Now she was staring at evidence that he might not. That in fact he felt exactly the same way. Anne was worried by this development. Her lust had snowballed over the last day to the point where she desperately wanted her son, no matter how wrong it was. She knew making a move would have massive repercussions though. It would be a life changing action, one that would forever change her relationship with her son, possibly for the worst. Now that she believed he was also interested in her, the voices in her head were screaming that it was much less of a risk. Could she really do this? She wandered towards her bedroom to shower, unsure of what to do. Could she really have sex with her son? If she didn’t how long would she have to put up with this lust, this all encompassing desire burning through her body? Anne undressed and stepped into the shower, hoping that the water would clear her mind and help her to make a decision.

** **

I was coming in from mowing the lawn when I saw mom’s car in the driveway. She was home. I hurried into the house, wondering if my mom had found the little hint I left her. I had opened a mom/son incest story on my laptop and left it on before I went outside. There was no sign of my mom downstairs so I hurried upstairs. I went into my room and found my .com profile page open. She had seen it! And then she had checked my favourites and found many more similar stories. Now she knew that I had sexual feelings towards her. She seemed reluctant the night before and I hoped this might give her more confidence. I had even considered making a move myself and blaming it on her actions last night if she resisted, but this was the best plan I could come up with and now I hoped it would work. I headed back downstairs, hearing my mother’s shower running as I passed her room. I went downstairs and had something to eat before going back upstairs for a shower of my own.

Afterwards I came out and headed for my room with a towel tied loosely around my waist. If I saw my mom I would be easily able to untie it and make it look like an accident. No luck, she must have been downstairs. I threw on some clothes and flipped open my laptop. I spent a couple of hours working on an assignment for college before looking for new mom/son stories on .com. I loved these stories, but the fact that the possibility of being involved in such a relationship myself had moved from wild fantasy to actual possibility made them even hotter. I read a few and eventually decided to head downstairs. Mom was sitting on the couch in the living room, staring at the TV not looking as though she was actually paying attention. She snapped back to life as I walked into the room, looking at me with an even more nervous and confused expression as yesterday.

“Hi…sweetie. Are you, eh, going out tonight or something?” She asked, looking at the TV to avoid making eye contact.

“Nope, think I’ll just stay in. I have something I need to do…for college.” I said, pausing long enough to see a look of fear and excitement in her eyes.

“Oh…ok. Well…let me know if you need anything. You know, to eat…food.” She stuttered.

“Everything ok mom? You’ve been acting kind of strange since yesterday.” I asked.

“No. No, I’m fine. I’ve just had a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“Anything you want to talk about?” I said, sitting down on the couch alongside her.

“No! I mean…no, I don’t want to bother you with my problems.” She answered, more nervous with me alongside her now. All we had Selimiye Escort Bayan done was had a brief, idle conversation and yet I swore that if anyone would have walked in they would have sensed the sexual tension a mile away. I decided to see how she would react to a little contact.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out anyway.” I said in a cheery and breezy voice, planting my hand on her thigh and squeezing it. To my surprise she nearly jumped off the couch at the touch. She calmed herself, probably realising how suspicious a reaction it was to a seemingly innocent gesture.

“Sorry hon. Ya, you’re right, I’ll figure out a way to get over my problem. I’m just worried it might be very hard.” She said calmly. I was taken by surprise. Was that a double entendre? Was she now also testing the waters, wondering if I might take a hint?

“I’m sure you can handle it mom.” I said, wondering how far she was going to go with this.

“It’s not so much something I don’t think I could handle, it’s more what would happen if I handled it the way I want that worries me.”

“Maybe, you’re worrying too much. Maybe you should do what you think best and worry about the rest later,” I reasoned. By now we were on dangerous ground, being far less subtle. I got up to go to my mom. It was just as well I was facing away from her for what she said next, it prevented her from seeing my jaw hit the floor.

“Maybe you’re right. I wouldn’t mind a woman’s opinion though; maybe I’ll give Michelle a call.”

I couldn’t believe it. It all hit me like a bolt of lightning. The reason she was acting strange since yesterday. The reason this sexual attraction seemed so sudden. She saw us. She saw Michelle and I yesterday. Of course. I even remembered noticing the open curtains afterwards and the quick flick of the curtains over here. It was all so obvious. I kept walking, scared to turn and look at my mother.

** **

Anne sat quietly, listening to her son trudge up the stairs. Her heart was beating loud again. For the first time since yesterday now though the queasy feeling in her stomach was replaced by a more satisfied one. She had all but told Eoin about what she saw yesterday and they had both been close to admitting their darkest desires. Anne also felt a bit stupid. The laptop, the open webpage. A coincidence? Of course not. Her awkwardness and lust had been as obvious as it felt and he had noticed. The story was a hint. It was almost a dare. At least now she knew, and she knew that he knew how she felt. She still found it all a bit strange. It was hard to believe she was seriously considering doing this. This was probably the biggest decision she had faced in her life. After 2 full days of torture she was now sure. She was going to fuck her son.

Coming to terms with wanting it was one thing, but Anne didn’t know how to go about it. Yes, she was sure Eoin was as aware of the situation as her. More importantly she was sure he was as willing. Nevertheless it was unlikely to be like a movie, where she would walk into his room, their eyes would meet saying all that needed to be said and it would just happen. She ran over scenarios in her head. Share a few drinks? Try to “accidentally” walk in on him naked? Plan for him to see her naked? She wasn’t sure what approach to take. All she knew was she didn’t want to discuss it too much. Talk opened the door to second thoughts. It allowed for reasoning, logic, and other such things which all screamed that this was wrong. That this was a mistake. Having failed to suppress it though, the loudest voice was the one screaming for attention. The one which told her those years of sexual disappointment and neglect entitled her to this…even if it was with her own son. By then she knew what she was going to do.

** **

I lay in bed as he heard my mother brush her teeth and then heard her mattress springs as she crawled into bed. My heart sank. I was sure the momentum from earlier would lead to something. Maybe not the result I wanted but closure at least. I waited for her to come to my room. Now she was gone to bed. I didn’t want to wait another day but really didn’t want to make the first move either. I just hoped she wasn’t waiting for me to. I waited about 10 minutes and heard nothing. I crawled out of bed and grabbed the nearest towel. I began stroking my cock. Thinking of Michelle, thinking of my own mother, thinking of them both. It wasn’t long before I was cumming hard in the towel again. It was a minor relief but a necessary one. I got back into bed and just lay there thinking.

About an hour and a half had passed before I eventually started to drift off to sleep. Then, all of a sudden, I was wide awake again. I heard a door down the hall. It creaked open slowly. The floorboards creaked too. Slow, careful footsteps. Everything seemed so much louder. The footsteps, my breathing, my heartbeat. They stopped at the door. I heard the handle being opened. I lay down, pretending to sleep, a feeling of déjà vu from last night creeping over me. The door opened in slow motion. I was lying on my back and didn’t dare turn my head. The door closed slowly again. I heard long deep breaths as she crept towards my bed. My eyes were opened ever so slightly again, just like last night. I could just about make out my mother. She stood at the edge of the bed. I saw her untie her robe and let it fall to the floor.

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It was the following day that I went back into his room looking for more of his underwear to sniff and wank into. This time around I wasn’t so lucky as there was absolutely nothing in the wash basket or in the waste paper bin. It appeared that washing three pairs of his underwear the previous day had left him without spare ones to change into. Needless to say I made sure the clean ones were neatly placed on his bed that same afternoon.

That night he went off to bed quite early saying he wanted to play on his Xbox. I was a lot more happier than everyone else about this as I was sure he’d use some of that time to play with himself, something I’d hopefully enjoy the remnants of the following day.

The following day finally arrived and this saw them all head out to visit Cambridge for the day. The moment I received a text saying they had arrived safely I headed for his room. Inside the laundry basket I found a single pair of his black briefs which were more of less clean, as was the waste paper bin. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I had spent the night thinking about nothing more than getting my nose up against more of his cum stained underwear.

It wasn’t until I was leaving did I notice a screwed up t-shirt under his bed. Thinking this might contain another pair of his underwear which was being used as a cum-rag, I carefully pulled it from under the bed. My heart started racing as soon as I opened it up and was faced with a condom. Not only had it been used it had a knot tied at the top sealing in whatever he had pumped inside. Before I picked the condom up I turned around and quickly checked the drawer and counted how many condoms were there. And yes, one of the condoms was missing as there was only fifteen remaining!

Without hesitation I bent down and grabbed the whole condom in the palm of my hand before heading for my office. Once there I placed the condom on my desk and just looked at it. It was quite obvious he had cum in the condom recently given some of the sperm was still quite frothy from his vigorous shafting. Putting my fingers on the rim of the condom I picked it up and put it up to the light of the window. I can’t remember how much sperm I produced at the age of eighteen but I’m sure it wasn’t as much as I was looking at in the bottom of his condom .

Obviously, I wanted to know what it felt like to be close to his load, so I put the bottom end of the condom containing his sperm into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue, all the time knowing only a thin layer of rubber was between me and what had spurted out of his young cock. As I warmed the sperm filled condom in my mouth there was an overwhelming desire to pierce the end and drink it all, but I resisted. Needless to say by this time my cock was throbbing so hard I had no choice except to undo my trousers and pulled them down to my ankles.

After about a minute I took the condom out of my mouth and started to undo the knot. Once it was undone I placed my fingers each side of the condom rim and gently opened it up. Looking inside I could see a large pool of his now warm sperm at the bottom, and this was with sperm juices still dripping down the inside. Sancaktepe Escort

The strong aroma of his sperm was already coming up from inside the condom, but I wanted more, so I placed my nose just inside the rim and inhaled. Although I have smelt my own sperm many times, knowing it was from a eighteen year old virgin was a different story. I could have easily shot my own load just thinking about it, let alone now I had some in front of me. Again I resisted the temptation by taking my right hand out from inside my underpants.

By this time it was obvious I only had one thing left to do which was to taste it! Holding the condom in my left hand I pushed my right index finger inside the condom and into his sperm. Within a second it was back out and into my mouth where my taste buds exploded into life as they came into contact with his young salty load.

So many thoughts came into my head about what I wanted to do with his sperm. The first was to taste a larger amount of it, so I put the rim of the condom into my mouth and gently tipped the condom up. Before I knew it my tongue had become a waterfall of sperm, with it overflowing down all sides. I took the condom out of my mouth and hung it from my desk lamp.

As I watched the rest of his juicy sperm dripping back down the insides of the condom, I used my tongue to circulate his young salty load around the inside of my mouth. I thought the taste of licking the sperm stains from inside his underwear was arousing enough, but nothing compared to having it poured in my mouth from his condom.

There wasn’t a huge amount of his cock juices left in the condom but it was obviously still very wet from his successful wanking session. Opening the condom rim I used the first inch of the inside to lubricate the sides of my cock. Again my cock was throbbing from side to side as I was well aware this was the first time my cock had been in contact with someone else’s sperm. As soon as my cock was fully lubricated I collapsed the condom to get all the air out, before then placing the rim around the top of my helmet and slowly pulled it fully over the rest of my hard veiny cock.

The feel of it sliding over my cock was amazing to say the least. Just seeing my cock fully inside the same condom he had previously worn and pumped his load into was an unforgettable sight. Even as I looked down I could see there was still some of his sperm inside which was more than lubricating my cock. Needless to say it didn’t take long before my cock was close to cumming inside his used condom. Looking down I watched as my warm load spurted out and hit the top of the condom before settling over my helmet.

As I slid the condom off I had a firm grip around my cock to ensure every drip of my cum would be left in the condom. My intention was to put the condom back in the same place I found it, as I was sure he was more likely to reuse it than open another one from the drawer. I realised the only way to know if the condom was reopened would be to put a hair in the knot. This is what I did and placed it back exactly where I found it.

The following day I arrived home early Escort Sancaktepe to an empty house so quickly headed to his room. Under his bed was the first place I looked and it was obvious the t-shirt had been moved slightly from where it was the previous day. Thankfully the condom was still found wrapped inside it, be it with less than a quarter the amount of sperm I left in it the day before. The hair was also gone.

Taking the condom I headed towards his dirty basket and looked inside. There wasn’t much inside apart from the same black pair from yesterday. On reaching in to grab them I noticed they were a lot wetter than they were the day before. This puzzled me. Even so I opened them up and gave the inside a deep sniff. The distinctive smell of wet sperm and sweaty cock once again got my cock throbbing inside my trousers. It wasn’t until I returned to my desk with both items did I think about what had happened to my sperm inside his condom. My thoughts were he had either swallowed my sperm whilst wanking into his dirty black underwear, or he had tipped the sperm out of the condom into his underwear, before putting it back on and pumping his load into it again. Either way, he had enjoyed using my sperm thinking he was enjoying his own. The thought of him doing any of those things was a big turn-on.

Once again I undid my trousers and pulled them down to my knees quickly followed by my underpants. Unknotting the condom I placed the rim in my mouth before putting my tongue deep inside to lick out as much sperm as I could. My tongue wasn’t able to get to the pool of sperm at the bottom so I used my index finger to push the bottom of the condom into my mouth, inverting it as it went. As the remaining sperm drained from the condom onto my tongue I held the ribbed end and slowly pulled the condom out of my mouth, hugging the rubber with my lips so as to remove any remaining sperm. Once out I swallowed the sperm and then turned the condom inside the right way I slid it over my cock ready to catch a fresh warm load. I opened up his underpants and placed my face deep inside them. Once I found the wettest patch I brought the fabric in between my lips and sucked out all the salty juices. After my mouth was filled with more of his salty sperm I started shafting my cock which again didn’t take long before I found myself spurting my load. Knowing he’d notice more sperm in the condom I went into the bathroom and emptied some out. I then returned the knotted condom and underwear to his room fully knowing it was just my sperm inside the condom this time.

I woke up the following morning knowing they were leaving for the airport late that evening. It was going to be a busy last day as they had arranged to go visit Oxford with us. I didn’t want to go as there were far more enjoyable things to do, so I made a few excuses about needing to do some work instead. It was a Saturday so it wasn’t an unusual thing for me to do. This seemed fine to them and they happily got into the car and spent the day there. Once I knew all was clear I again headed straight for his room. I first searched his laundry basket and found a light grey pair I had Sancaktepe escort Bayan seen him wearing that morning before having his shower. Needless to say I didn’t waste time getting my head inside them and taking a deep breath. With his underwear still up against my face I went to the t-shirt and pulled it from under the bed. Not only was it clear the condom had been used again, it had more sperm inside than the first time he used it.

Just looking at the contents of the condom had me realise it was far too much for him alone to have produced so he had obviously put his cock inside the condom whilst my sperm was still inside! Best of all was knowing it hadn’t been long since it had been freshly pumped out of his cock, and given the large amount of froth still in his sperm, it was probably only a matter of hours.

Once at my desk I hung his underwear on the corner of my monitor and then opened a new condom from a packet. There was no way I was going to let him take away all his sperm in that condom so I emptied half of his sperm into the new condom which I then put away in a safe place.

With my trousers and underpants off, I stood up and gently slid his sperm filled condom over my cock, whilst at the same time making sure his sperm was away from my cock and just dangling on its own at the end of the condom. After sitting down I got hold of the sperm filled part of the condom and lifted it up. I sighed with pure pleasure as I felt all his fresh sperm flow over the whole of my helmet. Looking down I could hardly see the helmet of my cock as his milky sperm was covering it from all sides. Although I had had a small amount of his sperm on my cock the last time I played with his condom, to have an entire load sloshing around my cock was pure heaven.

After shafting my cock for a while I grabbed his underwear off my monitor with my left hand started sniffing them. They might not have been the dirtiest but they still had a strong aroma. I kept sniffing and shafting my cock for quite some time before I could feel my balls getting a little wet from his sperm seeping down and out from the bottom of his condom. Reclining my chair I balanced his underwear on my face and then used my left hand to massage his sperm around my balls. Even though my balls and hand got quite wet, there was still lots of sperm in the condom which was sloshing over my cock as I shafted myself. It wasn’t long before I found myself not being able to hold back from cumming. Looking down I watched as my warm load shot up like a fountain through his sperm, hit the top of the condom and dripped down to mix with his. Even after I had spurted my load into his I was still shafting away until it was too sensitive to continue.

It was nice to wave his mother and him goodbye as I thought about how we shared our sperm, be it without his knowledge. Although we still visit them once a year I do wonder if he continued to wank into the condom once he got it back home. There is a part of me which hopes he did as loved the thought of my sperm sloshing around his cock a few more times.

Needless to say the new condom I kept with some of his sperm in was well and truly wanked into many times afterwards.

***

P.S. As unsafe as the above story seems, I am a strong supporter for safe sex. I regularly have blood tests due to a non sexual medical condition and always include a test for STD’s which has always been clear. Being as my nephew-in-law was still a virgin there was no risk involved.

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How We Got Started

I was home for the summer from college and I was hanging around the house. It was blazing hot outside and the sun was beating down. My kid sister, now 19, was at the local pool so I was lounging in my shorts and enjoying the AC.

I’m not gonna say I never thought about my sister in a sexual way because sometimes I did. I watched her grow from a awkward young girl into a beautiful woman. She was in my “spank bank” when I jacked off but I resigned myself to never doing anything with her because she was my sister after all. However I did seek out women who looked like her while I was away at college and if I was lucky enough to bed any of those women then I imagined they were my dear sweet sexy lil’ sis Andi.

I had no idea when my Andi was going to be home that day so I decided to pop a porno DVD in the player and have a mid afternoon jerk session. It was a porn movie that starred a woman who was almost a dead ringer for Andi. She had small tits, B cup but with big nips, just like I imagined Andi had, full lips, a tanned body, a trimmed pussy, long slender legs, and short brown hair. Of course I fast forwarded to the first sex scene and I began to slowly jerk my throbbing cock.

As I lay there beating off watching my “sister” suck, fuck, and do what I dreamed of her doing to me my breathing became ragged. My excitement grew and I came just as the guy in the sex scene was shooting his wad. My hot cum flew up and splattered my stomach and it was all over my hand. I quickly got, turned off the porn movie, and I washed my stomach and hands off. I heard a car pull up outside and I looked out and saw it was my lil sis. I threw on a T shirt and I went down to greet her.

As soon as she opened the door I could see she was badly sunburned. I said, “Yikes sis, did you not have any sunscreen at all?”

She winced as she walked over and sat on the couch where I had just lain jerking off. “No one was awake to rub it on my back when I left this morning so I decided not to use any. Pretty stupid of me huh.”

I sat across from her and tried Tarlabaşı Escort not to stare at her firm sexy young body in that tiny bikini. Even though she was beet red she looked so sexy to me. I could feel my dick growing as we talked. “Well, we all do some dumb stuff. You should be more careful next time though, I’d hate to see my pretty lil sis get skin cancer.”

She smiled. “I didn’t know you cared so much. I’m touched sweetie.”

I smiled back as I shifted to try to hide my stiffening dick.

She asked, “Is mom and dad’s flight due in today or is it tomorrow?” Our folks were away at a realtors convention in Miami.

“It’s not due in until Thursday night.” It was Tuesday as we spoke. “So it’s just me and you for the next few days.”

She nodded. “Ooooooooouuuuuuuchhhhhhhh.,” she said as she struggled to get to her feet. “I better go take a shower to cool off. God I am such an idiot for getting burned this bad.”

“Need any help?” I waited for her answer as she rose unsteadily. I was imagining her and me in that shower together kissing and fondling one another.

She flashed me a cute smile and she shook her head no. “I think I can make it to the shower okay on my own.”

We both gave out a nervous laugh. I was praying she did not notice my stiff dick and that I was eating her alive with my hungry eyes. “Okay then. You go shower and later I’ll take us out for some dinner. Okay?”

“Sure thing hon,” she said. It made my melt inside when she called me hon.

Andi got in the shower and I pulled out my stiff dick and I stroked it thinking of her nubile wet sun burnt body. I came in like ten or fifteen strokes and I shot almost as much cum as I did earlier that day. I quickly cleaned up but my mind was still fixated on my sexy lil sis.

After about twenty minutes I heard the water turn off and Andi called out to me. “Will you do me a favor hon?”

I stood outside the bathroom door weak in the knees. “Sure sis, what do you need?”

“After I get dried off and into some shorts and a loose Escort Tarlabaşı T shirt, will you rub some aloe on my back?”

I tried not to sound so excited when I said, “Uh, sure sis.”

She opened the bathroom door and walked out with a towel covering her cute lil body and one on her wet hair. “Give me a minute then come in my room when I call you. ‘Kay?”

I nodded and said, “Okay.” I went back to my room and I waited for what seemed like hours for her to call me.

Finally I heard those sweet words I wanted to hear, “Okay hon, you can come in now.”

I practically ran into her room. When I got there she was wearing a pair of running shorts and a loose T shirt with no bra. I could see she had already put some aloe on her legs and arms, and I was sure on her perky lil tits too, because her arms and legs glistened now with moisture. She said sweetly, “I’ll pull up the back of my T shirt and you put some on my back okay?”

I grabbed the bottle of aloe and said, “Sure.” My dick was stirring once more.

I squirted some aloe in my hand and I warmed it up before touching her hot red burnt back. My hand trembled as I began rubbing it in. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly rubbed her back. I could barely hear her or my breath as we stood there in the cool house that afternoon.

As I rubbed her my dick became harder. I squirted more aloe in my hand and I rubbed it into her back down lower than before. I was in heaven, so turned on to be finally touching my lil sis. I know she could feel my hot breath on her neck. Her skin was so soft and hot to the touch.

I rubbed slowly savoring every second of being so close to my hot lil sis. I began rubbing lower and lower down her red back.

I heard her sigh as I rubbed lovingly. I squirted more aloe in my hand and I went began rubbing my way towards where no brother should rub his sister, her cute as hell little round ass. I said in a husky voice, “You need some under those shorts sis. I’m gonna pull them down some.”

She said nothing but I heard her whimper Tarlabaşı Escort Bayan like women do when they are too turned on to talk. I worked her shorts down a bit to where they were halfway down her ass. Her butt was so white in comparison to her red skin.

Through my sexual haze I croaked, “God it’s beautiful.”

She pushed it back at me and I heard her breathing become more ragged.

I took the bait and I lowered her shorts down her legs and I told her to step out of them.

She managed to say, “What are you gonna do when they are off me?”

“Nothing if you don’t want me to sis.” I eased the shorts down and she stepped out of them. She pushed her butt in my face and I wrapped my arms around her and I pushed my face into her ass crack. I inhaled her sweet fragrance and I licked and kissed for all I was worth.

When I heard her moan I knew she was as into it as I was. I licked her crack up and down and soaked her butt hole with my spit. I could smell her sweet pussy and it mixed with the musky aroma of her butt. I could have stayed there for days and eaten that rosebud of an ass.

She grabbed my right hand and she put it between her legs. She was as wet as Niagara Falls and twice as slippery. She rubbed her pussy on my hand as she pushed against my eager mouth. Her moans became louder and louder.

My dick was hard as stone as I pleasured my lil princess sister. We stayed locked in that embrace humping and licking and moaning for what seemed like forever. Finally she stiffened and I could feel her pussy pulsate and then she squirted all over my hand. She stepped away from me and she turned to face me. She looked radiant and flushed all at once. “Holy shit, I’m light headed now,” she said and she sat on the edge of the bed. As she did her legs opened up and I got to look at her sweet pussy.

I took my stiff dick in my hand and I jacked it as I stared into her lovely pussy. In no time at all I shot my load. I shot it so hard that it hit her T shirt and it soaked in almost immediately.

She stared at me as I calmed down and as she regained her composure. A look of panic came across her face and she said, “Oh my god hon, what have we done?”

Before I could answer she leapt up and ran out of the room and she ran into our parents room and locked the door behind her.

Find out what happens next in Part 2 of My Sister Andi and I.

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…All characters in this story are at least 18 years old…

*

My sister and I have always been very close, being only 10 months apart in age (I was the younger). Our family moved around a lot due to my father’s job, and we learned early on that if we stuck by one another, it would make things a whole lot simpler, as we were never able to keep any long-term friends due to all the moving. So we spent nearly every afternoon of our adolescence together.

Pam really began to blossom in high school. She turned into quite the looker — she already had a heart-melting smile, beautiful light blue eyes which were wonderfully accented by a smattering of freckles on her face, and long, curly, auburn hair. But what was really becoming quite clear was how special she looked with her strong, muscular legs that found their way up to a very taut ass and her amazing breasts that were really beginning to turn guys’ heads. By our senior year (we were both held back a year, due mostly to bouncing around from school to school because of our father’s job) she was a full C cup, but it was never “too much” the way that large breasts can sometimes be. No, they were absolutely perfect.

By this point, I had also developed a physique that was also garnering some attention. My father had finally settled down about a couple of years prior so we were able to take root in a small New England town. I had joined the baseball team my sophomore year, but wasn’t quite good enough to become a starter until I was a senior By then, I had turned 18 and was really getting quite good at hitting. The captain of the baseball team — Steve, also a senior (who shared the same first name as I, though I usually went by Stephen) — had been dating my sister for awhile and he and I hit it off well.

One thing that had changed somewhat was Pam’s overall demeanor, and the reaction it was having on me. Though she hadn’t allowed herself to get involved with any guys when we were on the move, and now that we’d settled and she had begun dating Steve, she was now far more outgoing and flirtatious. Many of the baseball guys joked about it with both Steve and I, but we took it all in stride. But sometimes it was admittedly frustrating to hear other guys talking about how badly they wanted to fuck my sister. I have to admit, there were times that I’d find myself checking her out and getting a bit aroused. It was hard not to…she had taken to wearing pretty revealing clothing — short mini-skirts, low-cut shirts, sweaters that seemed to be a size too small for her (I still fondly remember one that looked to be made of the same stuff as those strawberry-shortcake ice cream bars. To this day, if I see one of those ice cream treats, I nearly get a hard-on). And her mannerisms around me were different than they used to be too. I think I had done such a good job at becoming “one of the guys” that the same flirtatious behavior she showed around them she had begun to show around me.

Both of my parents worked until the early evening, so for a few hours after school she and I were home alone. Pam liked to shower when she first got home from school, and there were many times where she’d come fresh from the bathroom with only a tiny towel wrapped around her. She’d pause in the living room and have a conversation with me, showing off her long, creamy-skinned legs and freckled shoulders. As we’d talk, the top of that towel would drop a little lower…and a little lower…and a little lower, until the tops of her areolas would begin to show. It was always at that point that I would begin to stammer and be unable to look away, and she’d say something like “Ohhh, I guess I better go get dressed…It’s probably embarrassing for you to have to talk to me while I’m practiacally exposing myself like this…look how red you’re getting!” Embarrassed? No. Flustered and incredibly turned on? Yes. And sometimes the towel seemed to shrink in the opposite direction. These were the times that she’d actually come in and sit down to talk to me, with just that towel covering her. Again, the same thing: as we talked, that towel would ride up and up and up until it was just inches away from showing off the Promised Land. She’d get up, say something else about me being embarrassed, and tussle my hair as she walked past.

There were other things, too. Our conversations had turned a lot to relationships. She would ask my opinion a lot on different experiences she was having with Steve. She was very jealous of this other girl that was seemingly trying to catch his eye, and would ask my advice on how to handle the situation. She asked how I was doing with the ladies (not too badly, actually). She’d ask me if the other guys talked about her at all. She really seemed to like their attention.

And then one day, a day in which I was feeling very horny, she had her shower and came out of the bath with the towel wrapped around her. She stopped to talk to me in the living room again, and the towel was Tarabya Escort parted a little higher up her thigh than usual. I can’t even remember what we were talking about when that damn towel accidentally dropped to the floor, landing mostly behind her. She yelped a little, turned around and quickly bent over to pick it up. The whole thing lasted for about 4.2 seconds, but in my mind’s eye it all happened in slow motion. I had a wonderful, yet fleeting, glimpse of her freckle-covered tits, and her reddish-brown patch of hair covering her lower womanhood. I also had a tremendous look at her perfect ass. I had expected her to run off, but she didn’t. She just hastily wrapped it back around her, turned back to face me and continued talking. I was as hard as I’d ever remembered being before, and I knew that from the position I was in, she’d clearly be able to tell (when I’m hard I’m easily a thick 7 inches — tough to conceal in a pair of gym shorts). I didn’t even care that she would see. And yes, she certainly noticed. I could tell by her stuttered speech and her own flushed complexion that she had indeed noticed; and there was also the fact that she couldn’t stop staring at my crotch. Yes, there was all that, and one other tell-tale sign: I could see her nipples harden beneath the fabric of the towel. They looked incredible, and long! She concluded the point she was trying to make about something or other and went up to her room to finish getting dressed. I followed shortly after to go to my own room to jerk off. It was the first time that I had consciously imagined my own sister as I lied in my bed and stoked myself off. I think I saw stars when I finally came. I had just finished cleaning everything up when I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Stephen, can I come in?” If she had been any sooner, I don’t know what I would have done. I quickly hopped back on my bed and told her to come in. She was wearing a pair of pink shorts, and a tight little t-shirt with the name and mascot of our school baseball team on it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Stephen, can I talk to you about something personal?” She came over and sat next to me on the bed. “It’s very personal, are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, Pam.”

“I need your advice on something. Steve wants me to have sex with him. I’ve never had sex before, and I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what to do,” and with that she looked up at me, our eyes locking. I was beginning to feel my cock beginning to stir again. Her face grew a little more red. She was looking me in the eyes when she said, “I mean, I’ve done a lot of stuff already.” She licked her lips and I began feeling a little dizzy. She went on, but looked away again. “Remember the game last week when Steve hit those two home runs? I finally mustered up enough guts to give him a blowjob that night after the game. Before that, I’d only given him handjobs. I’ve let him go down on me before, and oh god, that was amazing.” As she said this, drawing out the syllable of ‘god’ as sort of a low moan, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her nipples were very hard now, and looked to be standing out about a half inch from her mouth-watering tits. I could only see one of her hands, and began to wonder exactly where the other one was. Could she be discreetly playing with herself? She had sort of covered her lap with a little bit of my blanket when she first sat down. “But I don’t know if I want to let him really inside of me yet. I don’t think I love him, but I’m afraid that if I don’t let him fuck me soon…” (hearing my sister say “fuck” for the first time — and mean it — was an incredible turn on) “…I think he might break up with me, and I don’t want to stop dating him…yet. I would like to have sex with him. I mean, he’s so big, and I love the feel of his dick when I’m holding it and when I’m blowing him…”

I couldn’t believe Pam was being this honest and open with me…I mean we’d always been close, but nothing like this. And I wasn’t about to ask her to stop. Once again I was rock hard, and not in a position to conceal it too well. Pam’s eyes were still closed, and her breathing had become somewhat labored. She had stopped talking, and there was definitely movement coming from under the blanket. She was licking her lips. I decided I should try to shift my position now, and as I did so, she opened her eyes and looked right down to the tent in my shorts. She moaned out an “Ohhh god” and quickly got to her feet. “Oh god, Stephen, I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to…” She seemed almost ready to cry. She turned and ran to her room and slammed her door behind her. I couldn’t help but notice the dark spot on the fabric of her shorts over her crotch. I got up, adjusted myself a little and went to go after her to let her know it was all right. When I got outside her door I paused before knocking to try to hear if she was crying. What I heard instead was her headboard lightly hitting up against Escort Tarabya the wall and her voice saying “Oh god…oh fuck…oh god…oh my god…oh fuck…yes…yes…YES!” with a few moans and groans as well. The thought that my sister was masturbating put me over the top, and I dropped my shorts right there and jerked off for the second time in about 20 minutes. I came into my hand and waddled off to the bathroom with my shorts around my ankles. I hadn’t even thought of whether or not Pam could have been aware of my heavy breathing and flesh-pounding outside her door.

I didn’t see Pam again for the rest of the night. Steve had come by to pick her up before dinner, and I was already asleep before she came home. In fact, it seemed Pam was avoiding me for the next week or two, as I really only ser her briefly in passing and even then she didn’t seem to look me in the eye.

I had inadvertantly found out from one of the baseball guys that she had indeed had sex with Steve. I wasn’t upset that he’d let a couple of the guys know — that’s what guys do — but I was glad that he didn’t make a big fuss about it to me, nor did he treat me any differently. Eventually, Pam and I slipped back into our old routine of talking and getting along, and it seemed that at least she had forgotten about the little ‘incident.’ Back were the days of me watching tv or playing video games in the living room and her coming out of the bath with just the towel wrapped around her. Except now the flirting seemed a little more…sexual. She would talk about one of her friends and say things like “I’d bet you’d like to get between her legs!” and “I’ve seen you eyeing her tits, your little horn dog!” and “So-and-so is such a slut. I walked in on her giving her boyfriend a blowjob when I went to her house…I can’t say I blame her, though, he’s hung like a horse.” If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she was trying to get a rise out of me. And, to be fair, she usually did. But nothing out of the ordinary happened after that, really. That is until that summer.

We had both graduated and Pam was planning on going out-of-state for college. She was still dating Steve, who wasn’t planning on going to the same school she was. In fact, Steve and I were planning on staying in-state, and going to the same school, both with baseball scholarships. Pam and I talked a lot about the situation, and she confided in me that she was afraid that they would break up, and that they both avoided talking about their future. She told me that she was planning on having “the talk” with him soon, though because it was really eating away at her.

It was about half-way through the summer when she knocked on my door one early afternoon (I was a late sleeper) to tell me that our parents had explained to her earlier in the morning that one of my father’s uncles had passed away and that they would be gone for a few days to attend the funeral, which was in Florida. Since it was so short-notice, and since she and I had never met the man, they decided just to go by themselves. They told her they’d be back in less than a week.

I finished waking up and went off to take a shower. When I came out, I was only wearing my flannel pajama bottoms, no shirt, and was still toweling off my hair. As I was walking back to my room, Pam was in the hallway, leaning against the wall outside of my bedroom. As I approached, she asked me, very off-the-cuff, “Stephen, how come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I was caught off guard by this and pondered the question as I walked into my room. Pam followed me in.

“I don’t know, really. I haven’t met anyone that I like that much. I mean, after Kelly I just haven’t really found anyone worth the trouble. And plus, with school in the fall…”

Kelly was a girl I had started dating around the start of the school year. On New Years Eve we had gone to a party and got into a bit of an argument on the ride there. I didn’t think much of it. We both had different circles of friends at the party, and I went to hang out with some of the baseball guys. Just before midnight I went looking for her so we could ring in the New Year together. I found her; completely trashed, naked and chock full of two black guys I’d never seen before. I still don’t know if I am over the humiliation. The only person I felt comfortable enough to talk about it to was Pam, of course. She had threatened to beat Kelly up. I told her it wasn’t necessary and that I was planning on breaking up with her anyway.

“I guess I just haven’t found a girl that I really like, or one that really likes me for me.” I put the towel down and was standing in front of my dresser, looking into the mirror and clumsily combing my fingers my hair. Pam was behind me, looking at me in the mirror. She stepped a little closer.

“I don’t understand it. You’re such a great guy. You’re great to talk to, you’re a wonderful listener, and,” she added with a mischievous Tarabya Escort Bayan smile, “you’re not that bad looking.”

With this comically snide remark, I spun around. “Not that bad looking, huh?”

She looked straight ahead, to my hair-kissed chest. “Well, most of my girlfriends think you’re cute, but they’re all sluts anyway. But I know something they don’t know.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“You’re ticklish!” Pam quickly reached out and started tickling my naked chest, going right for my nipples. I was pretty defenseless and tried to block her, but she was menacing. My only defense was to wrap my arms around her, hook my leg behind hers, and drop us both onto the floor. I began to tickle her back in earnest, going for the sides of her stomach and under her arms. Before we knew it, we were rolling around on the floor, laughing and tickling each other all over. I felt my hand accidentally brush by her left boob, and it grazed her nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of air from Pam. She reached down and started to target my most ticklish spot — the backs of my thighs. In doing this, she succeeded in getting me on my back and she quickly and deftly pinned my arms down over my head, in a move that would have made any wrestler proud. She stopped tickling me and was about to say something when we both realized that I was as hard as steel and my fully erect cock was poking into her inner thigh. She looked me in the eyes for a moment longer, licked her lips, and then shut her eyes, drawing her face closer and closer to my own. She shifted her position so that her pussy lips were grinding up against the head of my dick, with only our clothing between us. She started to lightly thrust herself at me, striving to make as much contact with my cock as she could through my flannel pajama bottoms. She continued to inch her face closer and closer to mine and started to part her lips a little. My balls felt incredibly heavy, and I was afraid that any more stimulation and I might have an accident. Her lips tenderly brushed up against my chin and lower lip, and I groaned. It felt so good, it was so erotic and hot.

I wanted so badly to give in and kiss her; to let that kiss be the start of something far more sexual. But I knew that it was so wrong. I knew that I had to stop this before it got completely out of control. I grabbed her wrists and sliding my leg behind hers, flipped her over so that I was now on top and she was pinned down. She squealed and giggled a little and looked up at me, with a devilish smile. I hadn’t separated enough from her though, and my hardon was again pressing up against her crotch. The heat was unbelievable.

“Oh my god, Stephen, ooooooohhhhh that feels so good.” She never broke our eye contact and she began panting very hard, thrusting up at my cock with her pussy. Hearing her moan like that, saying my name, it was having a very dramatic impact on me. She sounded so sexy.

I could have had her right there. I could have done anything I wanted to her. And believe me, I wanted to. But I licked my lips and quietly spoke her name, trying to awaken her from this mad spell she was under. “Pam…come on, we can’t. It’s not right.” She closed her eyes and her face got really flushed.

“Oh god, Stephen…ohhhh, Stephen…I’m cumming.” She opened her eyes again and rolled her head back. The moans that escaped her lips were almost inhuman. They sent a bolt right to my cock. The words ‘Stephen’ and ‘cumming’ in her sexy, sultry voice were ringing in my ears. She had wrapped her legs partially around me and was grinding her pussy hard against me. I wanted to cum so badly, I needed to cum so badly. I wanted to rip her little baby-girl shorts off her and shove my cock as deep inside her hot, wet pussy as I could. I wanted to hear her yelling my name over and over as I brought her again and again to the throes of ecstasy.

But I didn’t. I let her ride out the wave of her orgasm before attempting to regain my own composure. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her saying both my name and ‘cumming’ in the same sentence, and especially with that look on her face. I had never, ever been more aroused in my life. I finally stood up and said, “Pam, I think you’d better go now.” I turned so that she didn’t have to face me. I could only imagine how humiliated she must feel.

As she got up, she whispered “I’m sorry, Stephen” and walked out slowly, shutting my door behind her. As soon as I heard it click I pulled off my pants and hastily started jerking my cock. I had hardly even touched it before the first hot, sticky ropes of cum shot out all over the towel that was lying on the floor. I had never had such an explosive orgasm.

I collapsed onto my bed, my head dizzy with confusion. What did this mean? What lay ahead for us? How were we going to face each other and what would we say?

I heard the shower start up down the hall and decided I would stay in my room for a while, until things calmed down. I fell back asleep, completely spent. When I awoke, I was unsure how much time had passed. The shower wasn’t running anymore and I couldn’t hear any movement in the house. Pam’s bedroom door was open, but she wasn’t in there. I headed downstairs. There was a note for me on the kitchen counter.

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