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Sally’s 21st Birthday

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It was the worst thing I’ve ever done. Or the best. You decide.

It was my big sister’s 21st birthday party. Our parents made a big thing of it. Hired a nice venue. Got a caterer and a band. Invited all her friends. And it was a great night. I even played my part — for once Sally didn’t get teased by her little brother Mike, which is me.

I was nice. I was polite. I never once called her a fat pig. She’s not really that fat, just a little overweight, but that’s what little brothers call their overweight sisters, right? I didn’t call her an ugly bitch. Of course, she’s not ugly either. She’s no Miss Universe, but she’s not ugly.

So a good night was had by all. Our parent were very pleased. So pleased that they gave me the biggest responsibility of the night — they asked me to drive Sally home. Well, I was the only one sober, so it had to be me. While our parents took a cab, I had the job of driving the family car home, while dropping Sally off at her apartment, which she shared with a friend, along the way.

She had really enjoyed the party. I mean really, really enjoyed it. She was so drunk I could barely get her into the car. I remembered at the last minute that I’d forgotten to ask Melanie, the friend Sally shared her apartment with, if she wanted a lift. But Sally said not to bother — and then she started getting angry.

I know it was because she was drunk, but she started saying some pretty nasty things about Melanie. For a start, Mel was a slut. She wouldn’t need a lift, because she already had a ride — a big cock to ride. That shocked me. Sal never talked that way. But she kept going. Yes, Mel had gone home with one of the guys at the party, and she’d be fucking him right now. She was always fucking guys. All the time. Making so much noise. There was always screaming and squealing and laughing coming from her room.

We were most of the way to Sal’s place by now, and I didn’t know what to say. It was her 21st birthday, the party had been great, and now she was all upset. And then, suddenly, she started crying.

“What’s wrong Sal? It’s been a great night. You’re 21, how cool is that?”

But she didn’t think it was cool.

“Cool? Do you know what. I’m 21 all right. I’m a 21 year old virgin.”

And then she really started crying. Tears were pouring down her face. Wow. Sal was still a virgin? Double wow. Like, I was two years younger than her, but I had seven notches on my belt — that’s seven girls, and multiple times with each of them. Okay, that sounds like boasting, which it’s not, because I think my score is only average. I know heaps of guys — and girls — who get a lot more sex than me.

Well, anyway, there wasn’t much I could say to that. So I should have shut up. Of course, I didn’t.

“Well, maybe you’re just waiting for the right guy.”

She exploded in tears.

“How long will I have to wait. Until I’m 99?!?!”

Okay, say no more. Just shut up. By now we’d reached Sal’s place. Again I had to help her out of the car. She could barely stand. I took her inside and she fell onto the sofa, still weeping. I stood at the door for half a minute, not knowing how to console her, so I didn’t try.

“Um…okay then, I’ll seeya.”

She looked at me angrily.

“I’ll bet you’re not a virgin — not pretty, pretty Mikey!”

Could I leave her like this? The apartment was cold. If she passed out on the sofa, she might get sick — which I’m sure I’d be blamed for. She should be in bed. I leaned down and lifted her up.

“Come on Sal, off to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

She was still sobbing.

“I’m sorry Mikey, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay.”

“Can you help take my dress off? I don’t want to ruin it.”

So I did. It was a long red dress and looked good on her — very slimming, I thought. I lifted it over her shoulders and saw she was only wearing a g-string and one of those low, undercup bras, pendik escort so nothing showed under or outside the dress. Right away, I noticed something.

“Sally, you’ve lost weight – a lot of weight.”

“Thank you little brother, yes I have.”

She smiled. Then fell back on the bed, unconscious. Wow, she was really drunk. I pulled the blankets back and pushed her into the centre of the bed.

And then stopped for a moment.

Yes, she had definitely lost weight. She wasn’t skinny like a model or anything like that, but she looked good. Real good, in fact. I wondered what her boobs looked like under that bra. I couldn’t resist the temptation. Well, she’d be uncomfortable with that tight bra on. So I took it off.

Oh yes. Very nice. Very, very nice. Hadn’t noticed those before. I put a hand under each one. Oh dear. Lovely. Bouncy, but not too big. She moaned lowly, and I pulled my hands away quickly. But she didn’t move. Still dead to the world.

Well, there she was, almost naked, except for a g-string. Gee, those strings must cut into her skin. She’d sleep better without those on. Definitely. So off they came.

Have I said wow yet? A few times. Well triple wow. And throw in an oo-la-la.

My sister had the sweetest looking pussy I’d ever seen. I mean, really sweet. But the first sight of it was a real shock. She was hairless. Bald. Shaved or waxed or whatever. I never would have imagined it. But I couldn’t take my eyes of it.

Or resist touching it — just once.

Carefully, I opened her pussy lips. How many wows am I allowed? Well here’s another one. Wow. Oh my God. She had a beautiful clit. Just beautiful. I just had to look closer. Very close. Within licking distance. And once I’d gotten that close…

Yes, I licked my sister’s clit. She moaned again. Low, but deeper this time. I licked some more, carefully, right around the edge of her pussy, then reaching her clit. Even in her unconscious state, the pleasure zones were still responding. And so were mine. I had a raging hard on.

Without thinking, I pulled down my pants. But then stopped. What was I doing! Was I crazy. This was Sal, my big sister. I couldn’t do this.

Then suddenly there was a hand on my cock. And it wasn’t mine. Sal had rolled over on the bed, and her hand had fallen in the one position it shouldn’t have. It was a one in a million shot.

I don’t know what she was dreaming about, but her hand gripped my cock hard. I was trapped. I didn’t want to pull loose in case I woke her up — though I realised that was unlikely.

Then Sal started sobbing in her sleep.

“21 years old virgin and still a virgin. It’s not fair.”

And with that, she tightened her grip. It seemed to me, the best way to get loose would be to bend her arm a little, encourage her to move, so I started gently moving towards her, getting onto the bed on my knees. It worked. When I’d gotten quite close to her, she loosened her grip and her hand fell away.

But that left me in an interesting position. I was now kneeling next to her face, and she was sleeping with her mouth open. And my rock hard cock was just a few inches from that face.

I did English Literature in High School. My favourite subject. And I always loved that line by Oscar Wilde. “I can resist anything but temptation,” he said.

Well, he said it, but I was living it. Without thinking, I slid my cock into her open mouth. She didn’t move. So I started sliding it in and out, in and out, going a little further in each time. It didn’t seem to bother her at all. In fact, she moaned again. Then I felt her tongue rolling across the head of my cock. And then her lips closed.

Now it was my turn to moan. Sally had started to suck on my cock. And it felt amazing. But I had to take it easy. I’d have loved to cum in her mouth, but that would wake her up. Definitely Maybe. Possibly. It crossed my mind to do it anyway. While I was considering my options, escort pendik I had somehow managed to get my cock most of the way in her mouth — and down her throat. And she was sucking hard. It was too much. I was moments away from cumming.

No! Don’t do it! And I didn’t. I quickly pulled my cock from her mouth.

I was in a cold sweat. What was I doing! Well, I knew what I was doing, but I also knew I shouldn’t be doing it. So I stopped.

I started pulling my pants up. I had to leave before anything else happened. Then something else did happen: Sal rolled and twisted around on the bed, ending up on her stomach. With her ass pointing towards me. And her legs were apart.

This was all too much. Now I was looking directly at that beautiful bald pussy. And her equally sweet asshole — which I hadn’t noticed before. How much temptation can a guy take. Well, in my case, not a lot.

I moved her legs a little further apart. I’m going for my full quota of wows now, because wow is the only word I know that says how I felt. I mean really wow.

Sally was still mumbling in her sleep. I couldn’t make out the words, but they still sounded sad. It wasn’t fair. Why should such a beautiful pussy be sad? And what about my poor hard on? Didn’t he deserve some consideration?

Then it got worse. Sally, still restless, twisted a little more in the bed, and pushed her knees under her belly. So now her wow pussy and wow wow asshole were raised and looking right at me. And then worse got worser. (Not a word, but you get my drift.)

She reached down and slid a finger into her pussy. She was masturbating in her sleep.

The poor girl was so desperate for sex that she even masturbated while she was asleep. I mean, it was awful for her. And awful for me to watch, standing there with a raging hard on, while she slipped a finger — no, now two — into her pussy. A pussy that was getting so wet that it was literally drippng.

I won’t quote Oscar Wilde to you again. I knew what I had to do.

I gently took her hand and pulled her fingers from her pussy. Then placed the head of my cock at the place where the fingers had been. Before I could move, her hips pushed back on me. I was in. Only an inch, but I was in my sister’s pussy. Now it was my turn to push.

Oh yes. That’s nice. Oh yes. Two inches, three inches, four inches…suddenly all seven and a half inches of my cock were in my sleeping sister’s pussy. Then out. Then in. Then out. Then in. And she was pushing her hips back against me just as hard as I was pushing mine in to her. She was wonderfully virgin tight, but still delightfully smooth. I hated to admit it, but Sally was the best pussy I’d ever had. Number eight on my belt was going straight to number one. With a bullet.

This time I wasn’t going to stop. No way. Bang! I exploded deep inside her. She moaned. Loudly. But I didn’t care. I just kept pumping my cum into her. Oh yeah. Oh my God yeah. And she kept moaning, pushing her hips back at me.

Finally, I pulled my cock out of her and admired my handiwork. Her pussy lips were spread wide, her pussy was open wide too, and a stream of cum was dripping out of her. What a lovely sight.

While I was watching, her hand reappeared on the scene. She started rubbing her clit again, masturbating. But then she started rubbing the cum as well, all over her pussy. And then over her asshole. And moaning more. To my utter shock, her fingers found a new place to explore. She slipped one of them, greased up with my cum and hers, deep into her asshole.

Oh dear. That was just too much. This was something to die for.

Now here’s the thing. Those seven notches I mentioned before, now eight, didn’t include a single asshole. Not one. So while sally was — until a few minutes ago — a total virgin, I was an anal virgin. And I was now watching a second finger disappear into the sweetest asshole I’d ever had the pleasure to see up close.

Now pendik escort bayan my cock had fallen out of Sally’s pussy a sloppy, flaccid wreck. Her tight pussy had given him the best work-over he’d ever had. But when I looked down, he was back at attention. So he’d seen what I’d seen.

Is it weird to talk about my cock like it was a separate person? Maybe. But sometimes it has a mind of its own. Like, right now, my real mind — the one in my head — was saying, oh, Mike, this is terrible, go home and hide. But my cock was saying something quite different.

In fact, while that bit of offal between my ears was considering all these issues, I somehow, inexplicably, found myself standing at my sister’s rear. And I was once again gently moving her thrusting fingers away from one of her holes while my cock, seemingly of its own accord, was moving unerringly towards that opening.

So there I was. My hands were on Sally’s hips. My cock was just touching the opening of her asshole. Her fingers were now inside her pussy, from which my cum was still dripping. But surely, if I pressed my cock forward into her tight virgin ass, that would wake her? Wasn’t that too big a risk?

I pressed forward.

Oh! It was tight. Too tight maybe. The first half inch was a struggle. Sally groaned. Was it pleasure or pain. Or the sound of her waking up. I pulled back and pressed forward again. Another half an inch. Another groan from Sally. It was soooo tight. I wasn’t going to be able to get in.

But then I saw it. An open jar of handcream on the bedside table. Just within reach. I dug my fingers in and put a dollop on the head of my cock. Then another dollop on Sally’s asshole. I swirled my cock around. Rubbing the cream in with every twist. Then pushed forward again.

Oh God yes! Two inches! Two of the tightest and most amazing inches you could imagine. Sally moaned even louder. She was going to wake up. No doubt about it. Definitely. So what did I do? I pushed harder of course.

Please Lord, take me now. Life can’t offer anything better than this. Four inches deep in Sally’s ass. Heaven surely can’t have anything better.

I pulled back an inch, ready for another thrust. Then, when I pushed forward, to my joy, Sally pushed her ass back at me hard. My cock slid in all the way — up to the hilt. I groaned like I’d been hit with a hammer. Sally arched her back, pushing even harder back onto me, and matched me groan for groan.

It was too much for me, way too much. I started pounding her ass. I didn’t care if she woke up. This was just utterly unbelievable. Even wow doesn’t come close. And after a very short time, maybe no more that two minutes, I exploded again.

How can I describe it?. Did I hear angels singing? Well, it certainly felt like bells were ringing. In my ears, in my balls. In every part of me. I kept pounding into that wonderful, amazing, sensational and unforgettable ass, pumping my cum deep into her. Finally, I pulled my cock from my darling sister’s ass and let the last drops of cum splash on that delightful opening.

I was so enraptured that I’d totally forgotten about Sally. Surely she was awake now. But no. All she did was sigh. A long, slow, satisfied sigh that seemed to come from deep, deep inside her. Then she slid down flat on her stomach. Her eyes were still closed, but there was now a smile on her face.

I pulled up my pants, put the blankets over Sally, tucked her in, then turned off the bedside light.

Then, quietly stepping out of the room, I looked back at her one last time.

“Happy 21st birthday, Sal.”

But as I slowly started to close the bedroom door, I heard a soft voice from the bed.

“Thanks Mikey.”

I jumped about ten feet in the air and almost ran to the car. Had she just woken up and was thanking me for driving her home and putting her in bed? Or had she been awake the whole time? I’m still not sure. But yesterday she left a message with our mom. She asked if I could come over and bring some of her clothes that she had left at home.

Mom said to take the spare key Sally kept at home. Because Sally had said she might be having a nap when I get there.

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You enter what will be the last room you need to inspect and give the all clear to.

The key turns silently in the lock and you enter what is supposed to be an empty and already made-up room.

At first glance it appears that it is indeed the case and that you need give only a cursory inspection as with all the others.

As you enter and the door falls quietly shut behind you, you see that in fact, this room is still occupied.

In the double bed before you is a naked man absentmindedly stroking his huge penis. You follow the line of his gaze to the silent images on the television screen, which weren’t initially obvious to you when you entered. Your fear gives way to curiosity.

*The adult movie on the TV shows a woman having sex with two men. She is on all fours and is being banged from behind by one man. Her mouth is being abused by the man in front of her whilst others stand to the side and watch.*

You’re frozen to the spot as your eyes go back to meet those of the man in the bed. His face remains expressionless and his eyes distant as he makes no attempt to cover himself or stop what he’s doing.

His eyes close as he continues to stroke his massive erection, which you realise you’ve been staring at intently.

The head of his penis is purple and engorged with blood pendik escort as it glistens with each stroke. It looks as though his hand is gliding over his cock with the aid of oil whist his stroke neither hastens or slows.

You still haven’t moved from your spot just inside the shut door when his eyes once again open to search for your stare. You avert your eyes from his cock to meet his gaze.

*The woman on the screen is now being subjected to a harsh fucking from a third male, having satisfied the lust of the first two.*

The guest’s eyes once again close before you move easily toward him. You know you want his huge member inside you and so reach down to remove your knickers, which are already soaking wet.

You throw them to the side and move toward the man and his massive cock.

You slide two fingers inside your soaking wet pussy before climbing on the bed to straddle the stranger.

You hitch your short skirt up to your waist, subconsciously thanking senior management for wanting to ogle yours and other shapely legs and insisting on its maximum length for all female staff.

Your legs are spread wide on either side of him as you use your hand to guide his rock hard cock to your sopping pussy.

Slowly, you slide down and impale yourself on him. You wince slightly both out escort pendik of pain and already intense pleasure as he fills you completely.

The stranger groans as you begin to rock back and forth together. He is so deep inside you that already you begin to feel woozy; your pussy stretched in a way no man has ever stretched you before.

His eyes are still closed as he remains in an almost trance-like state.

You offer him the taste of your inner most sex by putting your pussy-soaked fingers to his mouth, which he gently sucks and tastes.

His response is to move his hips upward to meet your strokes and thrust himself even deeper inside you.

Though he doesn’t do so aggressively, the buttons of your blouse pop off as he moves his strong hands to your breasts. He exposes your breasts by simply freeing them from the constrains of your bra rather than try and unhook it.

He squeezes and pinches your breasts and nipples as you go on moving back and forth over his manhood fucking him with a complete abandonment. Sex in its purest form.

For the first time, you glance at the door and wonder almost hopefully in an absentminded way if someone might come in and see you.

His hands then forcefully grab your bare ass and thrust your body back and forth over and against his cock, heightening pendik escort bayan your own sensations.

You clasp your hands to his chest and fuck him hard into the bed, meeting each stroke of his with your own force.

Together, you begin to cum. His cock slides in and out of your pussy, stretching you with each thrust.

*He groans with you as you throw another glance to the TV screen to see the woman getting a shower of cum over her breasts and face from the group of men.*

Both of you close your eyes as you feel his hot shot of cum blast deep inside of your pussy. It’s the final impetuous you need to peak with your climax and let out a near scream of lust.

You eventually collapse with your head on his chest, lying that way for an indeterminable amount of time, perhaps even both drifting in and out of sleep, but once never moving.

Eventually you sit up, still impaled on his withering cock. He looks for the first time to be about to speak but you move your finger to his lips to silence him.

His still long penis snakes out of you as you move off of him.

You pick up your still wet, white cotton knickers and throw them to the naked guest in the bed who you’ve just had sex with and head for the door.

Slightly flushed, you fasten the couple of buttons still intact on your blouse and head out into the corridor.

Now back at the front desk to greet arriving guests only minutes later, you feel the stranger’s cum drip down the inside of your thigh from your spunk-filled pussy.

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Saffron and Sam Ch. 05

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Sam Takes a Ride on the Bus – Tamika Brown

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age unless otherwise noted. All characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence.

It was Sunday morning and I woke up refreshed although there was a lot playing on my mind. I felt such a connection on my date with Barb, but couldn’t help feeling very intimidated by her. Yes, we had an excellent time in bed and I thought she was beautiful. She treated me very well, but the incidents of people commenting on my age, seemed to bother her so much. I thought it would be very hard to continue dating her with that kind of stress on her, as well as me. So I decided I wasn’t going to pursue her. Saffron had given me words of encouragement, but they just didn’t seem to be enough for me. I felt like if I pursued this, I would end up getting my heart broken.

I had a good breakfast with the family and then headed over to Gerald’s house to do some practicing with the band. I had bought a new Boss DR – 880 drum machine, which would allow us to expand some of the songs we played.

I guess now would be a good time to explain my financial situation. My grandfather, George Sanderson, held a doctorate in economics and had published five books. When my father decided to forgo college to attend a culinary school, his father had practically disowned him. He felt that my father should’ve attended college and had not lived up to its fullest potential. My grandfather dearly loved my mother and doted on his grandchildren. To this end, he had set up trust funds for Saffron and myself when we were born from money he had obtained by making a killing in stocks. As an example of the further condemnation of my father he made my mother the executor of the trusts. My father had always disliked the trusts in our names because he felt we should work for things. This leads me to my explanation of my finances.

According to the trust, when I turned 18, I received a check for $10,000 to spend as I saw fit. I put most of the money back into the trust to continue making money, while taking out $500 for my drum machine. When I graduated, I was to receive another $10,000 check, which I instructed mother to keep in the trust as well. If I attended college, I would receive $2500 a month in my living expenses, as well as tuition and books. If I graduated from college with a degree, I would receive the balance of the trust in four separate payments within the first year. If I did not phase college, the money would go to several charities. I’m not sure how much was going to be in the trust, but I do know it was over $1 million. Saffron received the same terms as I did.

Anyway, when I got to Gerald’s, everyone was already there and set up. I got a barely impish smile from Charlie and kind of a disgusted look from Rick, our lead guitarist. Like I said before, he had a thing for Charlie, which was very one-sided. I don’t think he was any too happy with what transpired after we finished playing at the sorority party. Gerald gave us some good news, telling us that word had gotten around and we had received several offers for gigs on the fraternity/sorority circuit. He had accepted most of them, being careful not to schedule any overlap. We worked out two new songs during practice and we thought they sounded perfect.

The rest of Sunday was relatively uneventful. Saffron was out with the mad pack and when she came home I was watching television in the basement family room. She came over and jumped on the couch right beside me and said, “What’s up, bro?”

“I was sitting here watching this television program, until I was so rudely interrupted.”

“Well, kiss my ass, bro. Speaking of asses, boy did you make an impression on Barb. She went on and on about your date and about what a gem when you were to the whole group. I just explained that I had taught you well.”

“Actually if you’d been responsible for it, I’d have hit her in the head with a club. “

“Okay jerk, just for that no popcorn for you.”

“I don’t see any popcorn, I’m just hearing a lot of lip.”

“Well, I was going to make some for myself and included enough for you, but you can forget it now.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I was just joking with you, geez.”

“I’ll still make enough for my favorite brother, don’t worry.”

“I would take this time to remind you, that I’m here only brother, but I’m afraid you’ll renege on the popcorn offer.”

She just laughed and went upstairs to make the popcorn yelling back at me to find a good movie. I found us a good romantic comedy, her taste in movies, not mine. When she came back down with the bowl of popcorn, she saw the movie, sat down beside me, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Sammy, it made me so proud to hear Barb talking that way about you. It’s really hard to make an impression on my friends, but you succeeded. The only one that scoffed a little, when Barb was regaling you as a date, was CC. I don’t know what’s pendik escort gotten up her ass lately, but I’m getting a little tired of it. She’s my best friend, but treats me like a pariah anymore. We’ re going to have to have a little talk.”

“I don’t think you need to get your hopes up, sis, I don’t think anything’s going to come of me and Barb. It was just too awkward between us.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sammy, I think you’re a good fit for her and she really likes you. She did say that you verbally kicked Roxanne’s ass for her, though. That girl needed an attitude adjustment. I think you could handle Barb, Sammy.”

As we watched the movie and ate the popcorn, our parents both opened the door within 5 min. of each other to tell us good night and not to stay up too late. After yelling good night we settled into the movie for the last hour. Saffron started becoming a little affectionate, putting her arm around me, and nibbling lightly on my ear. It was starting to get me turned on and then she really did it. She whispered raggedly into my ear, “Sammy, take me in your bedroom and fuck me, now.”

She wasn’t going to get an argument from me, so I took her by the hand and we walked into the bedroom. When we got door shut with her back to me, she slipped off her robe and removed her white silk négligée. As it dropped to the floor, I took a moment to marvel at her beauty. Her apple sized tits were just big enough for the shape of her body. Her ass, although not able to compete with Barb, was still fine to look at. I slid my right hand around her body and cupped her right breast, while I slid my left hand around and began fondling her wet, soggy snatch.

I knew she was in one need a lot of foreplay, but I enjoyed it. I dropped to my knees and began running my tongue in her salty, sweet depths. I was drinking and her juices while I fondled her ass. As I’m ran my tongue up to her anus I plunged 2 fingers into her leaking quim. She began moaning out her sentences, “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy oh, finger fuck me, make me come. Stick your tongue up my ass, you wonderful, wonderful, man.” She started bucking very hard back into my mouth and face, became stiff leg had and soaked my hand with her pussy.”

“Oh Sammy, you are so fucking good at that I’d let you do me all night. But right now, I need you inside me.”

I turned her around and slid her down to the bed, where she spread her legs as wide as she could. I knelt between her legs and lined up my throbbing, hard spear with her juicy honey pot. As I slid into her she moaned, her cunt muscles squeezing me with all her might. I began the primitive motion of love that she met thrust for thrust. She came again twice, before her gripping pressure on me set me over the edge and I shot a large load of semen into her waiting depths. I pulled out and laid down beside her as we caught our breath.

We began to small talk and I asked her, “Saffron, why don’t you have a guy? I mean your beautiful your intelligent and your great. I don’t understand. “

“Sammy, honey thank you, but this just isn’t my time, I want a career and eventually family, but I don’t want to be tied down right now, I just want to have fun. Besides I can get all the male companionship I need right here. By the Way, Barb was right, you’re a fantastic lover.”

“Thank you very much, that means a lot coming from you, and her. I think we better get some sleep right now.” She just got up got dressed and reached down and kissed me as she left to go up to her own room. I slept like a log, dreaming about, of all things, CC. I dreamed we were married and had kids and she threw me out because I was playing too much in the band and not staying home enough. What a weird dream.

I got up and ate breakfast with the family, which was uneventful, and headed off to school. After the weekend I had, school shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. I ran the Gerald before classes started and he told me it was all over school about Charlie and I and Barb. Even that I was dating her. I just explained to him that I took her out one night and that would probably be the last.

“Sam the man, if I could take Barb Frankel out one time it would be like walking on Jupiter. What the hell are you taking, and where can I get some of it?”

“Where in the hell is all this coming from, anyway?”

“Are you kidding me, where else would it be coming from, Brandi and Mandy Janus.”

“That figures, I swear those girls don’t have a thing better to do then to be the school criers. I’m surprised they don’t go through the hallways ringing bells, chanting, Sammy’s fucked another, Sammy’s fucked another.”

Gerald just laughed loudly at that one and said he had to go to his class. I walked past the Janus sisters Brandi and Mandy on my way to class and they just gave me a big seductive smile each, waved, and said hello. As I walked past them, I remembered what Renaldo Estes, the school janitor called them. He referred to them as” DOS Diablos” (two Devils). The man was obviously escort pendik very wise and insightful.

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The rest of the week went pretty much uneventful until Thursday. Gerald informed me he had turned down an offer for our band to play our prom, in case we wanted to attend. Anyway, even though he turned down the prom, we were going to be very busy through June of the following year. We were going to have a chance to strut our stuff. I was going to be doubly busy, due to the fact I also played in our school’s spirit band, which meant basketball games and special events for school.

The first of these events was at Cedarville high school, our closest rival’ s basketball game with our high school. It was an 80 mile trip by bus, which was literally a pain in the ass. Instead of my usual carrying of a snare drum during the general band events, I had a full drum set to play. We won the game and were getting ready to head back, when we were informed that the van that usually carried the cheerleading squad had broken down. Mr. Clausen graciously volunteered a ride on our bus.

Mr. Clausen’s wife was the cheerleading coach, so they rode back in his private vehicle. He always said he couldn’t stand the din on school buses, so he always chose to drive. He stuck his head in and warned us to be cordial to the cheerleaders, as they were our guests. Believe me, everyone would treat the cheerleaders fine. You have to remember, these were band geeks and were highly intimidated by the cheerleading squad. Other than Barb Frankel, I was pretty much unintimidated by anybody.

The percussion section always left a few instruments out on the bus to quietly go over arrangements and things as a kind of a critique on the way home. So when Tamika Brown, the only black cheerleader, but believe me not the least, got up and said she had an announcement to make. I gave her a drum roll on my a tom-tom. She said, “we’d like to thank you band geeks, for giving us a ride. Now who’s the smart ass drummer boy back there?” She came back and to where we were setting and said, “Which one is it, which one is it?” My steadfast band mates all pointed at me and she came over to get in my face. All of a sudden I heard Brandi Janus, the head cheerleader, whistle and said, “Tamika, he’s the one we told you about.”

“So you’re the drummer boy with a reputation.”

“What reputation?”

“You like to please a woman.”

“A woman yes, but a black whirling dervish, no.”

All of a sudden she motioned for the cheerleaders to come back to block us so that the bus driver couldn’t see. That’s when I knew this was some kind of conspiracy and supposed to be a joke. She grabbed my hand and slipped me into the rear seat on the left side and said, “Come on drummer boy let’s have us a little fun.”

I think she thought that I would be intimidated by her, but I wasn’t, and I said, “What kind of fun do you have in mind?”

“The best kind, white boy. Gonna give you some brown sugar. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I like brown sugar, but only on my cereal. Other times I can take it or leave it.”

“This kind of brown sugar, you’ll take now and like it. Now I’m gonna slap the shit out of you, see these titties?”

Believe me I couldn’t miss them. It was like somebody took a soccer ball and cut it in half and led them on her chest. They shook when she laughed, but they had some heft to them. I could hardly wait to get my hands and mouth on them. I remembered something and said, “I thought you were with Eddie Washington, the football player, that big tight end. I don’t want to begin my ass kicked in school when he hears about this.”

“Don’t matter if he hears about this or not, he left me for one of my sister cheerleaders that skinny ass blonde behind me to the right, my sister cheerleader. I guess he don’t want his chocolate pudding anymore. He like tapioca.” She said this was with such viciousness, that the blonde actually cringed.

“I believe he made a mistake.”

“You know just how to respond. But you still need punished.”

She then grabbed the bottom of her cheerleading sweater, pulled up over her head, and dropped it on the seat beside me I was looking down the double barreled 44’s still encased in their holsters, but locked and loaded. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and they came pushing out, wanting their freedom. She slid the bra off and dropped it on top of her sweater. This woman had the biggest nipples I ever saw all my life, including porn. They were dime size and stuck out about I half an inch. She began swinging them back and forth slapping my face with them. Finally I got tired of it and grabbed them and began chewing on her nipples. I had a good run of windshield wiper going back and forth between her nipples. “That’s pretty nice drummer boy, keep it up.” She began pulling down her skirt along with her cheerleading panties. I got a good look at her big black bush. Her mocha skin contrasting with her pink pussy made her look exotic pendik escort bayan and It made my mouth water, while I was still worshiping at the twin mammary summits in front of me. I finally got bored with this, although not un-aroused. I pulled her down for a deep, passionate, tongue kiss. She could feel me poking into her hot twat. I picked her up and laid her down softly on the seat, burying my mouth on to her hot, wet pussy. “Tell me you’re not doing that, no one is ever eaten my pussy.”

I just raised my head up for a second and said, “Well you’re getting it eaten now, just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

She began moaning while I worked my tongue up and down her juicy slit and attacked her clit with my forefinger in a circular motion. I really had her going crazy after about 5 min. and she finally stiffened and threw her pelvis up as hard as she could into my face while screaming out and shooting a stream of girl cum all over my face and hair. At first I thought she impede on me, and then I realized that she was a female ejaculator. I don’t even think she knew this herself.

“God, white boy, I’ve never come like that before. Now you know what it feels like to get a facial.”

“Well that was a real waste, I’d rather been able to taste it all. If I ever eat you again and you’re going to come, let me know so I can enjoy it.”

“And now I’m going to enjoy you again.” I stood up and drop my drawers and underwear and lined up my hard cock with her pussy. She told me not without a condom. I explained to her that I would pull out and come on those beautiful tits of hers, If she didn’t want the load inside her. I still don’t think she was comfortable with it, but she was too horny to argue by that point. I slid my length into her hard and she made a loud grunt. I really began hammering it to her, more excited with each thrust and her moaning. This girl was a really good piece of ass and Eddie must’ve been a damn fool. She came again, screaming, “Fuck me white boy, fuck me hard.” I was really slamming into her as hard as I could by now as she soaked my dick. I finally started to feel the urge and I pulled out gave it two strokes and shot 5 to 6 ropes of spunk all over her chest. She looked at her covered nipples and began licking my juice off her points.

I handed her my drum towel that I wiped my face off with and she began wiping herself off. I gave her a bottle of water from the cooler that we took with us on trips and she drank it right down.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again, drummer boy, you’re a good lay. “

“Thank you Ms. Brown, us band members aim to please.”

We both got dressed, she kissed me passionately again, and she left, going back to her cheerleading click. I could hear them huddling around with a lot of heavy whispering going on. Believe me, there were quite a few open masturbation’s, hand jobs, and even a couple of blow jobs among band members watching the spectacle. I was really considered a god now by my band mates after the performance and especially for what happened next.

Brandi Janus came up to me and said, “Well drummer boy, when do I get mine?”

“That’s easy, you don’t. I wouldn’t want it plastered all over school by the Brandi and Mandy radio show. You girls can keep your mouths shut.”

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When I got home and went down to the basement, Saffron was waiting for me on the couch wearing her robe, watching some TV.

“Long ride home, where have you been?”

“You know how long the bus ride is from Cedarville. It was a long ride, but interesting.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home, I’m so horny.”

“You’ll have to wait, I need to shower.”

She grabbed my hand, dragging me into the bedroom. “That can wait, I can’t, I get priority.”

“Suit yourself, I warned you.”

She dropped to her knees, loosening my belt, and practically ripped my pants and underwear down. She swallowed my cock and then made a comment, “You had this and somebody’s pussy tonight. That’s what took you so long, you stopped off for a piece of ass.”

“I didn’t stop anywhere, I came straight home.”

“Don’t tell me you fucked someone on the bus.”

“I’m embarrassed to tell you, that yes I did.”

“Who would fuck you on the bus, while the band geeks.” During this question she was removing her clothing and she lay back on the bed and spread out. She looked gorgeous.

“It wasn’t one of the band geeks as you call them.”

“Then who was it, tell me, I’m overwhelmed with curiosity?”

“The cheerleaders Van broke down after the game and Mr. Clauson extended an offer to give them a ride back on the bus.”

“You fucked one of the cheerleaders, which one? Brandi Janus? Renée Flower?”

“Normally, I don’t kiss and tell, but in this case I’ll make an exception. It was Tamika Brown.”

“The black cheerleader, you know what they say, once you go black you’ll never go back.”

“I’m here with you aren’t I?”

“How was she, I want all the details.”

“You’ll hear all about it, I’m sure. I went down on her and she came all over my face, like she was pissing on me. In fact my band mates who are not sexually savvy, probably got the idea that she did piss all over my face.”

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“It’s been a great night,” I said to myself, “a really good night, and I’m just about ready for bed.”

It was one thirty a.m. my sister, my brother and their families had left before midnight as they had small kids to consider, and the last of the guests for my father’s forty sixth birthday celebrations had left a half an hour ago, leaving the back garden looking like a bomb had hit it. I’d spent the past fifteen minutes picking up the rubbish, and was now almost finished.

I picked up the last half eaten plate of food, threw the scraps on the lawn saying, “that’s for you Bozo, and it’s all you’re getting tomorrow since you’ve eaten enough for four dogs tonight.”

Bozo raised his head, showing only mild interest in whatever it was that I’d thrown onto the ground, before falling back down and starting the process of going back to sleep. What a difference to the attack dog that he normally was, who from the first scent of food treated anyone trying to eat it as his sworn enemy, even knocking over a young boy tonight who’d had the audacity to think that the sausage in his hand, was actually his.

Bozo was a Labrador who despite our attempts to put him on diet still seemed to get fatter every day. Now, he just couldn’t even be bothered getting up to look at what it was that had fallen into what was nominally his exclusive territory. Anything that fell into it was his, animal, vegetable or mineral, it didn’t matter to him, he had his reputation to defend, so he’d make a very serious attempt to eat it, or at least bury it

I turned off the outside lights, closed the patio door and the curtains, then turned to see my mother with her elbows on the bench top, her face in her hands, and her eyes closed. She’d had just a little too much to drink, she wasn’t drunk, but she was what you might call, ‘relaxed and mellow.’

I looked across into the lounge room to see the birthday boy asleep on the couch. He was super relaxed and more than just mellow, he’d had more to drink than he should have. He was drunk, and likely to stay on the couch for the next few hours.

Richard Angus Martin the Third, known when he was in the good books as Richard The Third, and when he wasn’t, as Richard The Turd. Mostly he was called Richard The Turd, or simply just, The Turd, and he’d managed to wipe himself out, again.

I looked back at Mum, who still hadn’t opened her eyes, went to the bench top facing her, put my elbows onto it, and softly placed my forehead against hers. She opened her eyes slowly, pulled back to allow them to focus properly, and then seeing that it was me, smiled and returned her forehead to be against mine before closing her eyes again.

What she hadn’t realised was that as she’d moved away from me, I’d put my hands onto her forearms, so that when she’d moved back, her breasts had landed nicely on top of the backs of my hands, she didn’t notice.

“Been a good night Ma.”

“Mmmm, it certainly has, where’s Richard The Turd?”

“Passed out on the couch.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“He won’t annoy me.”

“Doing what?”

“He thinks because it’s his birthday, that he’s going to get sex, but I really am too tired tonight. Normally I’d be good to go, but this party has taken so much to organise, it’s drained me.” Still with her forehead against mine she yawned to prove the point.

“So do you want me to turn everything off so that you can go to bed now?”

“Yes please hun, give your old Mum a goodnight kiss, and I’ll shuffle off.” For all of this time, I’d been quite enjoying the feelings of her nice heavy breasts on my hands. Mum had quite a pretty face, but the thing that attracted men to her was her body, nicely shaped solid breasts, envious women might say they were a little too big, but what would they know? She also had a really tight arse, and killer legs, that is if their eyes got that far south.

Mum inclined her head to the left and my lips lightly brushed against hers, she mustn’t have felt the kiss as she stayed in the same position waiting. So I moved my mouth back onto hers and kissed her again, a little harder this time.

I’d kissed her many times before, but for the first time ever I noticed how soft her lips were. Mum made no attempt to move her mouth away from mine, so I continued to kiss her. After about ten seconds of this, her lips started to move as she responded to mine on them.

Another ten seconds later they were still pressing against mine, neither of us made any attempt to involve the tongue, it was just the lips. I wondered how long she’d allow this to go on for, as she seemed to be in no hurry to bring it to an end. It went on for what must have been at least a full minute when she realised what we were doing. Slowly she pulled her head back a fraction, so that I could still feel her breath against my mouth as she spoke. With her eyes only half opened she said, “this’s nice,” returned her lips to mine, closed her eyes, and recommenced the kiss.

The kiss was slow and languid, like tuzla escort launching a canoe into a slow flowing river that just drifted along at its very own pace through fields of flowers. There was no hurry with the river, and no hurry with our kiss.

It was about a minute later that she again moved back a few inches, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I again could feel her breath on my mouth.

I grinned, shrugged, and with a show of bravado said, “Oh I’ve been seeing an older woman for a little while now, she’s addicted to kissing, and if I don’t get it right the first time, well, she makes me do it over until I do.”

“Wow, an older woman, so who is she, do I know her?”

“That’s our secret, and of course a gentleman never tells.” The reason that I couldn’t tell her was that it was Jane Clarke who lived in the street behind us, and a few doors along. I wasn’t sure what Mums thoughts would be about that, as her husband was off in Antarctica studying penguins, or ice flow, or something like that.

Jane told me that he’d given her permission to be with someone else if she needed to, as she was always ready for sex. According to her anyway, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to go without it for the entire twelve months that he’d be away, and so him telling her not to, would have only been ignored anyway. From the first time that we were together, it was obvious that she was never going to be able to go that long without sex, and I actually convinced myself that I was doing something for him, as at least I wasn’t trying to take her from him permanently.

“Mmmm, you’ll have to introduce me to her, if she kisses that well, I might just try playing for the other team…where’s The Turd?”

“Unconscious, why?”

“You sure?”

I moved my head to see him, nodded yes at her, and moved my face back to be about two inches away from hers.

“Good,” and with that she moved her mouth forward the required two inches so that it once again reconnected with mine. This time she wanted to be in control so that she became much more aggressive, totally outside of the parameters of soft and sensual that had guided our first kisses.

I pulled back, she looked surprised, “what?”

“Mum you need to kiss as if you’re sampling a fine wine, just using your lips and your tongue. At the moment it feels as if you’re eating a Big Mac.”

Her eyes were glazed as she moved her mouth back towards mine, and just before they met, said softly, “it’s been a while since anyone’s eaten my Big Mac.”

Her eyes closed just a split second before our lips touched, but mine didn’t, they were wide open in shock at what I’d just heard her say.

What the hell was I supposed to read into that?

She seemed to slide right back into the soft and sensual very easily, she was obviously affected by alcohol, and most likely wouldn’t remember much in the morning. But if she did, she’d likely be horrified by her actions.

I was enjoying kissing my Mum. I’d never ever considered her as someone who’d actually be good to kiss, or someone who would enjoy being kissed, and certainly not by her son.

She made no attempt to pull away, as we launched another canoe into the river, and allowed it float along with us in it, so I let it go on for as long as she wanted. She was enjoying our shared moment, and so who was I to deny her the pleasure of a simple kiss?

Soon she was pushing her mouth harder against mine and moving her jaw slightly. Nothing outlandish, nothing overt, but soft and sensual seemed to do it for her, now that she’d accepted that that was the way that it had to be.

I pulled away very slightly from her, but she was having none of that, and her mouth followed mine, pushing firmly to ensure that she quickly established contact again. Now I became aware that she was making small sounds of appreciation in the back of her throat.

This was starting to become interesting, very interesting indeed.

As I pushed back at her, I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit it ever so lightly, I felt her tongue slide across my top lip, curl up and run over my teeth. I continued to bite, and then stretch her lip as far as it’d go before letting it go, and then reclaiming it again several times. She seemed to not really be aware of what was happening, as for the whole time she was making those noises in her throat.

Softly at first my father stated to snore, softly, and then louder and louder. Until my mother became aware of it, pulling sharply away from me. I opened my eyes and a second later, she did also. It was as if Dad was protecting his property, right at the moment that she was showing signs of really enjoying it, he’d broken the spell, and once that’d happened, it was going to be hard to rekindle the flame.

She was frozen like a rabbit caught in the spotlight, her face away from mine now. She was blinking her eyes quite wildly, and I think that she was trembling just a little. She shook her head as if to wake herself from a dream. As the snoring got louder, she became more and more aware of her situation, and continued to move away from me.

Mum then became aware that her breasts were resting on tuzla escort bayan the tops of my hands, and that my thumbs had slid up and were resting on her nipples, well not actually resting, more like rubbing them softly…and also pressing them down so that they sprung up hard and erect every time my thumbs released them. Her nipples, buttons that were visible most of the time anyway, had responded to the stimulation, and were showing real signs of being interested.

“No Alex, s’wrong.”

I shook my head, “no it isn’t, you’re enjoying it?”

“No I’m not, you’ve taken advantage of me, I’m very drunk and you shouldn’t have done that.” She was lying of course, it was a classic case of someone refusing to accept responsibility for their actions, and blaming anyone but themselves.

She was lying, but her nipples weren’t.

At this point, Dad let out one of his best snores, which you thought might have even rattled the windows. She moved further away, the moment was clearly over, the mood was lost, and our little escapade had come to a screeching halt.

Mum continued to move backwards still shaking her head, and now nervously wringing her hands. I had no idea what I was supposed to say, and stood quite still, just holding her gaze.

“No,” she said sharply, “it is wrong.” Then turning away, she cast a glance at my father and walked unsteadily to the stairs, supporting herself on any items of furniture as she passed them.

I let her get out of sight before adjusting the erection that seemed to have arrived unannounced. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I knew for sure that mine was racing. What’d happened did so at the speed of light, one moment I was standing there with my forehead against hers, and the next I was kissing my own Mother, stretching her bottom lip with my teeth, and of course, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

I went and sat in a chair with a glass of water, running things over and over in my mind. The whole thing was a blur, and yet it was so clear as to what’d happened. What was also clear was that I wanted it to happen again. As I sat there I could still feel her lips contact on mine, and her nipples under my thumbs. I of course, still had an erection to assist with the memories.

There seemed to be no reason to sit there forever, as it was almost two a.m. so I thought that I should go to bed. I made sure that all the doors were locked, turned out all the lights except one for Dad. Then after standing there looking down at him, wondering what might have happened if he hadn’t disturbed us by snoring as he did. “Bastard,” I shot out, as I threw a rug over him, and followed Mum up the stairs.

When I got to her door it wasn’t quite closed, but the room was in darkness. I walked on to my own room, closed the door and after turning on the light, stripped down to my underwear. After sitting on my bed for about a minute, I said to no one in particular, “no damn it, I won’t let it end like this, she was as involved in it as I was, and I’m not going to wear the blame on my own.”

I walked back to her room, my father was now snoring like a world’s champion, so I thought that he wasn’t going to come up and disturb us anytime soon.

Pushing open the door, with the light from my room behind me I could see that she was facing away. I went around to face her, she could see me, but her face was in the shadows. I knew that she had to be awake, there was too much emotion in what’d happened just moments ago, for her to have gone to sleep so soon.

“Mum.”

“Go away.”

“No, there’s something that you need to know, I never set out to kiss you like that, it just started, and then assumed a life of its own. I know that you may have had a bit to drink, but so have I. You aren’t so drunk though that you didn’t know what we were doing. Be honest with me please, admit that you’re angry at yourself for the way that it developed, and also angry, because you enjoyed my kissing you more than you should have done, isn’t that correct?”

“Go away and leave me alone.”

“I’ll go away and leave you alone, when you admit that there were two of us down there, and we both enjoyed it. Admit that and I’ll go away as you ask, but you did enjoy it didn’t you?”

She was silent, the only sound, that of her breathing.

“Admit it and I’ll go.”

Still she was silent, I waited, but she said nothing.

“Mum I need some honesty from you, I’m not going to take advantage of you now, but you need to accept that what happened tonight is a shared responsibility, we were both there, it wasn’t just my fault.” I moved my mouth to where it just touched her ear, and whispered, “you did enjoy me kissing you didn’t you Mum?”

Still there was silence.

“Didn’t you Mum?”

There was another short silence, and then in a whisper came the word that I wanted to hear.

“Yes.”

“Good, now at least we can accept that it wasn’t something that was wrong.”

“But it was wrong, I’m your mother, we shouldn’t be doing that, and you shouldn’t have touched my breasts as you did.”

I ignored the point about her breasts, as that probably was taking advantage of her, escort tuzla and I couldn’t win an argument on that front anyway. But my thought is that when you’re confronted by temptation, the best way to make it go away, is to give into it and the temptation will go away, and so that’s what I’d done.

“Mum, we did kiss, and we both enjoyed it, so let’s accept what happened. It can’t be wrong when two people who love each other as much as we do, show each other affection, it just can’t be wrong.”

She didn’t answer me.

“You do love me as much as I love you, don’t you Mum?”

There was of course only one answer that she could give. “Yes, of course I love you, but it shouldn’t be in that way though, it just cannot be that way, ever.”

“Alright, but are we ok now mum?”

After another long awkward silence, she gave a sigh of resignation, “ok, yes of course, but that can’t happen again.”

I slipped my hand under the blankets and found hers curled up between her breasts, her fingers grasped mine eagerly, probably so that she was able to control what I could and couldn’t touch.

“Are you sure that we’re ok now mum?”

She nodded, and then realising that in the dark I may not be able to see, softly said, “yes, yes we are.” She seemed slightly happier now.

“Good, then can I get a goodnight kiss before I go?”

“Get out,” she sighed, shaking her head, “you just don’t give up do you?”

Slowly, I moved my mouth down to where I thought hers was, and with my chin, moved her face around so that eventually I found what I was seeking. Her lips were still as soft and warm as I remembered them. I persisted, and she began to respond. Her tongue was the one to break through those lips, and in only a few short seconds, we were back, almost as we’d been downstairs.

Soon she was moaning that soft, soft sound, and she was now the one pushing her face against mine. Somehow one of the fingers being held in her hand found its way to freedom, and wrapped itself around a very hard, erect nipple, which responded to the pressure applied to it.

Then I felt her hands pushing me away, “please stop, you said you wouldn’t take advantage of me if I was honest with you, please keep your word, don’t make me regret my honesty.”

Before I could reply, I became aware of my fathers footsteps on the stairs, he mustn’t have been as drunk, or as asleep, as I’d thought that he was.

I jumped to my feet making for the door, but was too late to get out of the room. Just as the door opened, I was only able to slip behind it hoping that he didn’t turn on the light. Mum for her part didn’t move, just lying there as if asleep. It was silly really, as I could have said that I’d just popped in to say goodnight to Mum, and nothing more would have been thought of it. But I didn’t, feeling guilty about what had happened, and the thoughts that I was having, I hid from him, and it was my guilt that made me do so.

Thankfully he didn’t turn the light on, but pushing the door almost shut staggered in the dark until he found the bed. Sitting on it he commenced to undress whilst mumbling to himself about things only he could understood.

Thankfully, the room was in total darkness so he couldn’t see me, nor I him.

He dropped his shoes noisily onto the floor, and climbed into bed. Just as I thought that I’d try to sneak out, maybe twenty seconds or so later, Mum said, “please Rich, not now I’m very tired.”

“Jesus babe, you’re so wet, you must have been waiting for me to come up, don’t tell me you’re too tired, you must have been thinking about what I was going to do to you.”

Dad’s words told me exactly where his fingers were.

“Please not now.” was her somewhat unconvincing response, which was followed shortly by the sounds that I’d heard coming from her throat just a few short minutes ago, not as loud, but they were there. I wondered if she knew that I was still in the room, maybe she thought that it was better to let him have her, rather than running the risk of him turning on the light.

Other than sticking his finger in her, there didn’t seem to be anything else in the way of foreplay, but she was moaning softly, which said that she was ready for him anyway. So after some rustling of the sheets, it was clear that he was on top and inside her.

The noises which followed had no other interpretation than that they were having sex.

Dad was grunting, Mum was still moaning so softly that I could only just hear her, and I was standing alongside the door with an erection that was starting to burst. As he thrust harder into her it was obvious that both of them were close to coming. Not thinking of the consequences, I brought my cock out of my briefs, and with only a few strokes, fired off streams of goo across the room. It landed with a soft dull sound onto the carpet. At the same time as I came, my mother did also, her sounds were muffled as though she had her face pressed into his shoulder to suppress them, and within a few seconds, Dad fired his load into her. Mums climax was very muted as if to reduce the noise level, as I was sure that she knew I was still in the room. Dad of course made no attempt to hide the sounds of his pleasure, he was just noisy. I’d heard noises in the night before, so this wasn’t new, just louder, and far more stimulating to actually be there in the room, even if I couldn’t see them.

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Barry and Sarah both went home on the east coast. Sarah went to New York and Barry to Massachusetts, different flights and times. The airplane trip was in a word boring. While they had exchanged phone numbers they much preferred to do texting or using the website pm feature which was almost instant like the messaging feature on the phone. It didn’t take long for them to get in touch with each other. Barry chose the pm feature after he was sure Sarah was home and had no problem getting a hold of her.

“Is our plan to wait and see what he plans on doing?” said Sarah in a questioning tone.

“Wade, in my opinion, is more interested in you and not posting a video,” Barry remarked.

“How will he get a hold of us?” she asked.

“Easy enough to get my phone number,” he replied.

“Maybe being so far away will make him forget the whole thing,” Sarah remarked.

“I don’t think so. He doesn’t appear to be the type,” Barry said.

“I miss you already Barry,” said Sarah,

“I miss you too Sarah, said, Barry.

Both stopped their pm’s and went to bed for the night. Barry didn’t sleep well as he was worrying about Wade and what he might do. He did a quick check on Hamster under the amateur section to see if it had been downloaded. He didn’t find anything but all that meant was his search didn’t include it.

Barry went to work and spent a busy day at work, being off for 3 days and his work just piled up on his desk while he was away. People that were expecting a response to arrive yesterday or today and were sitting on his desk. He put in an overtime day and was able to catch up with most of his work. He didn’t get home until 7 PM, a long day for him.

He went to the computer to see if Sarah was on the Lit pm site and sure enough she was waiting for him.

“Did you find anything today on Hamster?” he asked.

“No I looked pretty well for it,” she said.

“I wonder what he is up to?” he said. “Somehow he is waiting for a reason and I don’t like it at all.”

“Do you think he means what he says?” Sarah said with caution.

“I think we’ve not seen the last of Wade. If he doesn’t get his way, which he won’t, he’s going to do the next best thing.”

“Would going to the police do any good?” she said.

“He has committed no crime. There was nothing illegal about the film,” Barry said. “No children, bestiality, torture, or rape.”

“The only thing that I can think of is you only have one arm and it might not fly with the editors. Other than that I can’t think of anything else.”

“I miss you, Barry.” She said

“I miss you, Sarah.” He said.

They hung up on the computer and Barry went and double-checked Hamster again. He went to the new amateur section and saw nothing. He double-checked the newer releases just to see if it hadn’t gotten in with the new films. He found nothing.

Maybe he mailed it and it took longer to get there. He fixed himself something to eat and pondered his next move. He could agree and try to get the film from Wade, He could just let the film go and it would be quiet after a couple of weeks. He didn’t have a whole lot of choices.

He quietly ate his food and decided bursa escort to turn in early tonight and check on this tomorrow. There was nothing he could do tonight.

Tomorrow went the same day as the previous one and there was nothing on the website. He phoned Sarah and let her know there was no film of her. They talked about what they could do and concluded that they would do nothing. Maybe Wade just forgot about the whole thing. He was all talk and no action.

Sarah and Barry made plans to get together this weekend with her taking the train up to Boston. They had gotten off to a pretty rocky start and a weekend together would be nice. The train ride would be fairly easy to do and immediately Barry got excited about what was going to happen. He could already feel something in his loins growing and his mind was drifting toward her pillows and other things. Still, he had his mind on Wade and what he might do.

Friday came and they were both excited about getting together tonight for the weekend. Both Barry and Sarah planned on leaving work early to get ready for their meeting later tonight, Barry to clean his place up and Sarah to do her packing for the weekend trip. A lot had to be done to prepare for a last-minute trip.

Sarah got her packing done and headed off to the train station to catch the 5:45 to Boston while Barry finished his cleaning up the apartment and running to the store to get groceries for the weekend. As Barry was putting away groceries the phone rang.

“Hello,” Barry answered

“Barry this is Wade. Want to give you one last chance before the video goes over to Hamster for publishing.”

“Won’t bother to ask you how you got my phone number because I know,” Barry said.

“Like you said it doesn’t matter,” said Wade. “I want the girl, money, or turn it in for publishing, your choice.”

“How do we arrange to get the tape?” Barry asked.

“In town and will deliver it,” said Wade.

“Can I have until noon tomorrow to get the money together?” said Barry.

“A fair request that I can honor. I’ll talk to you at noon tomorrow.”

Barry hung up the phone and thought about how he was going to get the money. He would have to get up in the morning and go to the bank. For now, there was nothing he could do but wait for Sarah to come.

Barry headed for the train station which was quite a distance from where he lived, taking him 45 minutes in traffic to get there. Sarah was waiting out front for him and greeted him with a big kiss which was returned to Sarah from Barry.

“I missed you, Barry.”

“I missed you too Sarah. Good to be together again.”

“Wade got a hold of me and wanted $10,000.00 for the tape. I told him I needed until noon tomorrow to get the money together. I’ve decided to pay him and take our chances with him.”

“Barry he could have copies and we wouldn’t know it. They can go right on his computer. I think it is risky, but everything is chancy with Wade. What a dumb idea to go out on the balcony.”

“Hindsight is worthless at this point,” said Barry. “What we need is to get something on him, but what?”

“What about the police?” she asked. “That would bursa escort bayan buy us some time.”

“Wade has copies of this well hidden,” he said. “So well hidden that I now think paying him the money is a waste. Let him publish it and he gets nothing out of the deal. Maybe we can get Hamster to not publish it.”

“What would prevent him from going to other sites?” Sarah asked.

“We’d have to go to all the sites and warn them about what might be coming to them. We could threaten a lawsuit, which would probably stop them.”

Barry had other things on his mind and brought his hands to her breasts and bit her earlobe gently. He kissed her neck and then on her lips deeply. This lit a fire in Sarah and she immediately kissed back with even more passion. There was a lot of tongue play involved, very obsessive and deep, lighting a fire in Barry. The short time away from each other had aroused both of them eager for sexual play.

The blouse and the bra soon came off as well as the skirt and panties. Barry quickly took his clothes off and led Sarah to the bed in the bedroom. They laid naked on the quilt and began feeling each other up. Sarah was already wet and Barry’s cock was erect and ready to go. He wasted no time putting it in her pussy and sliding it into her deep and hard.

Sarah gasped with gratification as her clit was stimulated by Barry’s cock and his hands on her big breasts, kneading and pulling on the nipples to make them hard and erect. Her arm and legs were wrapped tight around Barry as he continued to slide his cock in and out.

“It feels so good Barry. Fuck me hard.”

“You feel wonderful Sarah. I can’t get enough of your pussy. It is so wet.”

Barry put his mouth on her nipples and began to suck on them hungrily taking the areola and nipple into his mouth, first one and then the other switching back and forth quickly in a consistent rhythm. The result was another cry of joy from Sarah who was getting plenty of attention in her sexual areas.

“Fuck me harder and faster Barry,” Sarah cried out. “Make it so deep for me, please.”

Sarah wiggled her pussy tighter against Barry rotating her hips. Barry tried to put it in deeper forcing his cock into her slit as far as it would go. He could feel his erection growing even more as he was getting close to his cumming. Barry tried to hold back a little bit longer as Sarah was getting close to cumming. Her drenched pussy was ready to explode with cum as her clit was so sensitive any movement would set it off.

Barry could no longer hold back any longer and came hard deep into her pussy as Sarah also had more than one climax. Cumming together was an extra special treat for them as they both experienced ecstasy and collapsed on the quilt together, both satisfied. They pulled the quilt down and got under the covers and went to sleep.

Barry woke up early and got out of bed without waking Sarah up and went into the bathroom to think things through. Wade held the cards right now and short of murder, there was little he could do to stop him.

After taking a shower and cleaning up Barry decided to go to the police and tell them the story of what happened. He escort bursa got dressed and with Sarah still asleep wrote her a note of what he was going to do and left very quietly.

He arrived at the precinct, asked for help in a blackmail case, and was lead into a small office where a detective invited him in.

“I’m detective Robinson. What can I do to help you?”

“My name is Barry and I’m being blackmailed by someone over a sex film someone took of myself and girlfriend against my knowledge or permission.”

Barry proceeded to explain the entire situation to detective Robinson who carefully listened and made notes as he went along.

“Did you say around noon as the time of the exchange,” Robinson said.

“That’s correct,” said Barry.

“We can be with you when the money is exchanged and arrest him,” said Robinson. “Why don’t we meet at 11:30 at your place and go over the details.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” said Barry.

Barry left for his apartment which was 15 minutes away from the precinct. When he got back Sarah was awake and Barry was quick to fill in Sarah about his visit to the police and the general plan of what they’re planning on doing. Sarah seemed to go along with the whole idea, leaving it in Barry’s hands.

Sarah snooped around in the kitchen and cooked up some eggs, toast, and sausage. Barry didn’t exactly have a well-equipped kitchen but Sarah got the job done and they ate and enjoyed it.

Robinson came by around 11:30 and explained where he was going to be and exactly what to do to both of them.

It was a matter of waiting for Wade to come and sure enough at noon, there was a knock on the door. Barry answered the door and greeted Wade a fat balding man. He had a bag in his hand and there was also a bulge in his jacket pocket.

“Are we ready to do business Barry?” said Wade anxious to get this transaction over with.

“I have the money for you,” said Barry. “Do you have the tape?”

“I have the card of lovemaking.”

Barry reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope with the money in it and handed it to Wade while he handed over the memory card to Barry. While this was going on Robinson came out of the closet.

“You’re under arrest for blackmail. I’ll just take both of those for evidence.”

“Barry, you made a big mistake in doing this,” said Wade. “You think I don’t have copies of these to protect myself.”

“We already have a warrant to search your computer and your apartment, as well as your hotel room,” said Robinson.

“I trust that the police will take care of this situation,” said Barry.

“We’ll do our best Barry,” said Robinson happy it went trouble-free.

Robinson cuffed Wade and took him away leaving Barry and Sarah to themselves.

“I hope this is the end of it,” said Sarah.

“I certainly hope this is the last of it,” Barry added to the conversation.

Barry hugged Sarah trying to assure her it would be okay. They decided to have a drink to take the edge off of the situation and a Manhattan seemed like just the medicine. Barry made the drinks and joined Sarah at the kitchen table. They clinked glasses and each took a healthy sip enjoying the warmth of the whiskey and vermouth as it went down. They smiled at each other with the hope it was over with and that they could go on with there lives. Sarah extended her hand to Barry who grasped it and held it firmly.

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I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula. That night, Paula and I ended up in bed. The next morning Suzy and I ended up in bed. Paula went to work and while she was gone, her son Steve fucked Runt.

*

The ring of the phone brought me out of a deep sleep. I noticed I was alone in the bed as I answered it and heard Paula’s voice.

“Hey Dan. Were you sleeping?”

“Yeah. I had this hot date last night.”

“Me too. He was a great guy and a great fuck, but I still had to get up and go into work.”

Just listening to Paula and thinking about her and our date the night before was making my cock hard.

“I’ll make it up to you,” I said. “Are you still free tonight?”

“Am I free? Is that some kind of a crack about past? I thought you would be more understanding when I told you I used to be a whore..” Paula sternly asked.

I sat upright in bed. “No, No!”

Paula burst out laughing. “Gotcha! Just kidding, lover.”

I laughed, “OK, you got me.”

“So are you available tonight?” I rephrased the question.

“I’m wide open,” she said with a little giggle.

“Wide open, huh? That’s good news. I was thinking that maybe we could go to dinner with my daughter Suzy and her boyfriend. I’d like you to meet her.”

“I’d love to meet her, and don’t worry, I’ll try not to be too wide open until we are alone,” Paula said laughing.

I thought about how earlier that morning I had fucked Suzy, but decided not to mention it to Paula. I wasn’t sure how she would react to such a perverted thing.

“Uh Hello?”

I had been drifting. “Sorry about that. How about if I pick you up around 6:00? We can get back here and pick up the kids, then go eat. Let’s go casual tonight.”

“6:00? It’s 3:30 now. Why don’t you just give me the address and I’ll come over.”

“That’d be great,” I said and gave her the address and directions.

I hung up and rolled out of bed. I slipped on some sweat pants and went looking for Suzy. She was in her room doing her nails. “Hi Dad,” she said.

“Did you hear the phone? It was Paula. She’s coming here at around 6:00 so if Brian could be here then we can all go to dinner.”

Suzy smiled. “That’d be great. I told him 5:30 but I can call him back.”

“Leave him at 5:30 that way we’ll be ready whenever Paula gets here.”

“OK,” she said. “Now are you sure he can spend the night? I told him you said it would be OK.”

“Sure I’m sure. Was he surprised?” I asked.

“Actually he wasn’t as excited as I thought he would be, but he was probably just caught by surprise.”

I laughed, “He’s probably counting the minutes right now.”

Like two kids waiting to open presents, Suzy and I were both ready and anxious early. Suzy had dressed in jeans and a knit top. 5:30 passed. At 5:45 the doorbell rang. Suzy rushed to the door and I was surprised to hear Paula’s voice. Paula was early. Brian was late.

As Suzy led her into the living room, they were already talking like friends. Paula asked about Brian and Suzy glanced at me with a worried look on her face.

“Why don’t you take Paula on the tour of the house while I fix a few drinks. Maybe he’ll be here by the time you are done.

I could hear the girls chatting easily while Suzy showed Paula around the house. They took their time, but Brian had still not come when they had returned to the living room. I handed Paula a drink and suggested to Suzy that she call Brian. I was beginning to get a little worried.

Suzy left the room to call and Paula sat next to me on the couch. “Anything wrong?” she asked.

“I hope not. He was supposed to be here. When I got home last night he was fucking her. This morning I told her it was OK and that they didn’t need to sneak around. I thought he would be over early and spend the night with her. I know if I was a kid and had the opportunity like that” –

I stopped in mid sentence as Suzy had returned. I could tell she was upset and was fighting back the tears. “You two go on. Brian’s not coming,” she managed to get out before starting to cry.

“Why? What happened?” I asked.

“He broke up with me.”

“What? Why? What did he say?”

“He said he didn’t want to associate with a bunch of perverts and that any father who would let him spend the night like you said we could was sick.”

Paula looked at me. Later she said she could see me turning red with anger.

“Maybe he’s just a prude,” Paula offered.

“Not bursa escort the way he had Suzy talking last night. He was getting off on having her say she was his nasty little whore,” I said without thinking. I regretted it just as soon as it was out. Suzy was blushing scarlet.

I didn’t know what to say or do, then Paula rescued me. “So he isn’t a prude. He’s a hypocrite.”

“Worse,” I replied, just wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Worse?” she asked.

“Much worse,” I said. “He’s a dick”

“Dicks can be good,” Paula replied.

“Not his, it’s only about this big.” I held up my hand with my thumb and finger about four inches apart.

Paula laughed and Suzy managed a smile.

Paula stood up, walked over and gave Suzy a hug. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said. “You know what makes me feel better whenever this happened to me? I’d go out and get a new dress.”

“I can’t believe it happened to you very often,” Suzy said.

“Are you kidding? I own a dress shop!”

We all laughed.

Paula turned to me. “Did you make reservations?”

“No”

“OK. Change of plans. Suzy and I are going to the shop and to get new dresses. You put on a suit and make some reservations for three at a fancy restaurant. Pick some place where you would like to show off two beautiful women.”

Suzy and Paula were gone for two hours and when they returned they were wearing what I was informed were SBDs -Sexy Black Dresses. Suzy’s had a tight top and flowed down to her four-inch spike heels. It was slit up the sides to her hips. The cut on top showed the tops of her breasts. Suzy is a B cup but the dress was cut to make her look bigger. Wearing it she was showing a lot of cleavage. It’s a fine line between looking sexy and slutty and her dress was right on the line.

Paula’s dress was shorter, ending just a few inches above knees. The top of her dress was gathered at her neck, so it showed no cleavage. I was a bit disappointed but wondered if Paula had chosen that dress because she wanted Suzy to be the center of attention.

We walked to the car and I was surprised when the girls got in the back seat. Laughing they told me that I could chauffeur them. I decided to play along and took them to the restaurant. It was a very classy and expensive place. When we walked in, I think every guy (and a few girls) turned to look at these two beautiful women. We had a great dinner. Everything was cooked to perfection. The only bump occurred when Suzy tried to order a drink. The waiter asked for ID and at eighteen couldn’t serve her. She settled on water.

Suzy mentioned how great the waiters all were. She had noticed that every time she took a sip of water, a waiter very quickly filled her glass again. Paula told her that every time the waiters filled the glass, they were getting a look down into her cleavage. Suzy laughed and started teasing them, stretching and arching her back as they poured to give them a better look each time. Finally she arched her back so far the top of a nipple became exposed. Laughing I called he waiter over and asked for the check. “I better get her out of here before she’s topless,” I told the speechless guy.

The girls climbed back into the back of the car and I drove home. We went into the house. Paula sat on the couch and Suzy sat on the chair. “Would you ladies care for a drink?” I asked.

“I’m in the mood for something strong,” Paula said. “Mix us something strong.”

“How about a Manhattan?” I asked.

“That would be fine,” she answered.

“Suzy? How does a Manhattan sound?”

“Really, Daddy? That would be great,” she answered.

I mixed three Manhattans and returned to the living room. I handed one to Suzy then sat next to Paula on the couch. I watched as Suzy tried hers. She sipped it and gave a little shudder. I wondered if it was too much, but she took another sip before she set it down.

Paula sipped her drink and said to me, “I think Suzy’s dress was a hit with the guys in the restaurant.”

“I think you’re right. You both look stunning tonight.”

“I can’t believe how big my bust looks in this dress,” Suzy said looking down at her cleavage.

“There were even a few girls checking her out,” Paula said giggling.

“Have you ever done a woman?” I asked Paula.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Really, you’ve done a girl?” Suzy asked.

“Sure,” Paula said, “Girls usually are the best pussy eaters, although your Dad ain’t bad.”

“He’s good? He didn’t eat me this morning,” Suzy said.

“Well, he was probably tired out after fucking me last night,” Paula said smiling.

“Wait a minute,” I said to Paula. “You know about me and Suzy this morning?”

“Know what?” Paula asked innocently.

“You know Suzy and I slept together?”

Suzy laughed. “Dad,” she said, bursa escort bayan “Don’t say we slept together when you mean we fucked.”

I didn’t know what to say to Paula, but quickly realized she must have known all along. As it turned out, Suzy had told her everything at the dress shop. I smiled and explained that the “Don’t say we slept together when you mean we fucked,” comment was something I had told Suzy that morning.

“And now I could use a refill. Suzy, put on some music,” I said as I took their glasses. As I made us more drinks I heard mellow jazz come from the living room. When I returned Suzy had moved to the couch and I sat in between them. The slit on the side of Suzy’s dress had moved over enough for a leg to be exposed. Her dress was slit high, but not quite long enough to be able to see if she was wearing panties.

Suzy sipped her drink. “You know what I was just thinking?” She asked, then continued before either of us could answer, “For the life of me, I don’t know why I was upset when Brian dumped me. He and I started fucking 5 months ago and to tell you the truth, until this morning I never thought sex was a big deal. I guess I really don’t know much about sex, but after this morning I know he was a lousy lay. Dad, it’s amazing you even saw him fucking me. It usually only lasted five minutes or so. He was always on top too. Thanks for letting me be on top this morning.”

“I thought about kicking his ass last night. Now I wish I would have,” I said.

“Hush,” Paula said. “From what I’ve heard so far, he and his little dick are in for a lifetime of pretty shitty sex. I’d say that’s bad enough.”

I thought of all the years of shitty sex I had with my ex-wife. “Now I feel kind of sorry for him.”

Paula said, “I can’t believe he was always on top. You need to try some new positions.”

“What are your favorites?” Suzy asked her.

“My absolute favorite is doggy,” Paula replied.

“What’s that?” Suzy asked.

“The girl gets down on her hands and knees and the guy takes her from behind.”

“In her pussy?” Suzy asked.

“Well yes, but it also a nice way to be butt fucked,” Paula said.

“Have you ever been butt fucked? Do you like that?” Suzy asked.

“I have. Do I like it? Sometimes it is just what I need, but not always. I know girls who absolutely love it. They told me that they have orgasms every time they took it in the ass. I’ve had orgasms while being butt fucked, but I could never get off every time that way,” Paula said.

Suzy looked puzzled so Paula continued, “Here’s the thing. There are a lot of people who think the sex organs are below the waist. Of course they are, but the most important sex organ is right here.” Paula was pointing to her head.

She continued, “Sex is a very selfish thing. For good sex you need self-satisfaction. And I’m not talking about masturbation. It means there are more ways to attain sexual satisfaction than pure physicality. If I were in a romantic mood, being butt fucked would not be very satisfying, but if I’m in a nasty mood, I could get off on it. The key is to be honest to yourself and your lover so you can both be satisfied and to build a communication with your lover so you are able to pick up each others signals.”

“What kind of a mood are you in tonight?” I asked.

“I’m feeling generous,” Paula smiled, “Are you feeling generous?”

“I suppose,” I answered, “What’s mine is yours.”

“Does that include your daughter?” Paula asked. “Are you going to share her with me tonight?”

“It’s OK with me if it is OK with her.”

Paula smiled at Suzy, “Do you want to play with us?” she asked.

“More than anything,” Suzy said.

Paula put down her drink, stood and walked over to Suzy. She stood in front of Suzy and reached out her hands. Suzy put her hands into Paula’s and was pulled her to her feet. A slow sensuous song was playing and Paula wrapped her arms around Suzy and they began to dance. Paula was five inches taller than Suzy and as they moved slowly to the music, Suzy put her head on Paula’s shoulder. The song ended and Paula ran a hand up Suzy’s back, around to her chin, lifted her chin up and kissed her deeply. As the kiss continued, Paula reached around to the back of the dress and slid the zipper down until the dress fell in a heap on the floor at Suzy’s feet. As it turned out, the dress was all she was wearing so as the kiss ended, my daughter was now naked except for her shoes.

Paula led Suzy back to the couch and gently pushed her down next to where I was sitting, then she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. In a flash she too was naked. Paula knelt down between Suzy’s legs and began to rub her pussy. I reached around Suzy with one arm and took a tit in each of my hands.

Paula began licking Suzy’s pussy and I continued escort bursa to play with her tits. Suzy reached down and began to rub my hard cock through my pants. She managed to unzip me and pull my cock out. As we continued she began to give me a hand job. Her strokes became more and more frantic as Paula continued to eat her.

Looking down at her I saw a sight I never would have dreamed of just a week ago. My daughter looked like a total slut with a beautiful huge titted girl lapping at her cunt and my big hard cock in her hands. The sight almost made me cum. I saw her clench and knew she was starting to cum. I let go of a tit and turned her face towards mine and kissed her as the orgasm rocked her body. She let out little mewls while she came. Tonight she wasn’t the loud fuck Brian had forced her to be. This was my eighteen-year-old daughter learning a good lesson in love and lust.

After her orgasm had subsided, She relaxed in my arms. Paula sat back smiling; her face still wet from Suzy’s cum. I pulled her up and kissed her. I wanted to taste my daughter on Paula’s lips, but was nervous about it. Suzy’s mom had always had a very nasty smell and taste and I was very relieved when I found that Suzy had neither.

Paula broke the kiss and turned to Suzy, “Your Dad is wearing too many fucking clothes, or should I say to many clothes for fucking?”

Suzy laughed and pounced on me. Quickly I was naked. Paula walked to the middle of the living room and got down on her hands and knees. “Let’s show Suzy the doggy position.

I didn’t have to be asked twice and quickly moved behind her. Faced with two possible openings, I decided on the lower and pushed the tip of my cock against the opening of her cunt. Suzy knelt beside me and watched as I slowly pushed it all the way in. I started slowly fucking Paula.

“I gotta get a better look at this,” Suzy said and moved in front of Paula. She then lay on her back and started scooting under Paula. I watched in the reflection of the glass on the stereo cabinet as Suzy moved. First her face was even with Paula’s and Paula leaned down and kissed her. Suzy kept scooting and soon was in a position where Paula heavy jugs were rocking just above her face. She reached up and squeezed them as Paula leaned in to Kiss Suzy’s nipples. Suzy continued to move until her face was right under the point where my cock was fucking Paula’s cunt. I pulled back until only the tip was still in and looked down. In a sight I never could have imagined, I saw my daughter smiling up at me from around my glistening cock. I thrust back in and felt my balls brush her head. I pulled out and she smiled at me again. “This is fucking amazing,” she said.

I looked in the reflection and saw that Paula was eating her again. This time when I pulled back I let the tip come out. My hard cock was suspended in air, pointing directly at Paula’s gaping cunt. I pushed it down towards Suzy’s mouth and she sucked it in greedily. I pulled it out of her mouth and suck it back into Paula’s hole. Paula’s cunt was so wet it was dripping on Suzy’s face. Then I felt Suzy’s tongue on my cock. She had managed to lift her head and place her tongue on the exact spot where my cock was meeting Paula’s cunt.

This put me over and I started spewing my sperm into Paula’s greedy pussy. She started cumming when I did. I was still hard and kept driving in and out even as my cock continued to pump in its load. There was enough cum so that it started dripping down on Suzy’s face as I continued to fuck Paula. After a while I slowed. I expected Suzy to move but she was waiting. I was still semi hard when I pulled out. My cock fell and slapped down on my daughter’s face. With my cock not plugging the hole, a large glob of cum dropped out of Paula’s cunt. Suzy was ready and waiting and managed to catch it in her mouth. I watched her as she swallowed it down.

I rolled back and lay on the floor. Paula went sideways and rolled on her back and Suzy stayed where she was. We had just all shared a great fuck.

After a bit I propped myself up on my elbows. Paula was smiling at Suzy who was fast asleep. Suzy was smiling and looked like an angel, an angel with drying cum on her face. I lifted her and carried her to bed and Paula pulled the sheet up over her.

We walked to the living room and I was disappointed to see Paula start to get dressed. “Won’t you spend the night?” I asked.

“I can’t. Please forgive me. I still haven’t talked to the kids.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her again. “Nothing to forgive. Hey, I have an idea. Bring the kids over tomorrow.”

“I have a better idea. You and Suzy come over. I’ll cook Sunday dinner for us all. I’d like my kids to meet you and Suzy.”

“That would be great. What time? Do you go to church?” I asked.

“No. I quit. I saw so many ministers at the whorehouse when I was working. I couldn’t stand the hypocrisy,” Paula answered.

The arrangements were made for Suzy and I to be there at 1:30. Paula left and I went and got in bed. I was quickly asleep.

(to be continued)

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Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18.

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Monday, Annie went to school and Mom headed to work, leaving me a “honey do” list of some repairs.

Annie was the first one home, while I was under the sink, disconnecting the garbage disposal to check on a rattling sound Mom said it was making. I didn’t hear Annie come into the kitchen.

“We’ve got trouble, Ty,” she said, causing me to jolt and nearly bash my head into the disposal.

“God, sis, you startled me,” I said, looking out at two pairs of legs on either side of my own. The other pair was Marissa’s. “What’s the trouble?”

“Gary,” she answered, as they crouched down so I could see their faces. “He’s spreading a rumor that you and I are having sex.”

“Based on what?” I asked. “He interrupted my date with Riss, so clearly he knows about her and me, but how does he connect me to you?”

“That’s the thing,” Marissa said. “He used my attraction to Annie to get me to have sex with him, by promising a threesome. Now that you’re dating me, he’s assuming I now want a threesome with the two of you, which puts you two together in bed. Even though I said the exact opposite at the restaurant table, Saturday night. He must not have been listening very closely, with you yanking his arm behind him.”

“Yeah, well,” I muttered, before asking, “So, how do we deny a rumor that’s basically true, even if he’s got the sequence of events and motivations wrong? We have had sex with each other, just not as a threesome. Not yet, as your Mom pointed out.”

Annie answered, “We’ve just been telling people Gary doesn’t know what he’s talking about, which is usually true.”

I blew out my breath, before inhaling and saying, “Either we keep denying it, or…”

“Or what?” she demanded.

I responded, “We could have you date Marissa separately, making sure people know that we’re splitting her time, rather than being with her together. Admitting that Gary is right about the attraction between the two of you, while denying the threesome. Let’s see what Mom thinks when she gets home, too. Meanwhile, I still have this disposal to work on.”

The disposal problem turned out to be a small piece of ceramic, a chip from a plate that had been dropped in the sink a month before, that had fallen into the disposal. I was amazed that it hadn’t been ground into dust, but it just kept getting knocked around inside the disposal instead. After shaking it out, I put the disposal back in place, the rattle gone.

When Mom got home, the three of us explained the rumor situation. She responded, “I’ve got a better idea. First, Annie and I need to abstain from further sex with Tyler, in case any people are taking this rumor seriously. If some police officer shows up to investigate us, with a rape kit in hand to take samples, finding any trace of Tyler’s sperm inside either of us is evidence of the crime once it is matched to his DNA.”

“You don’t have to consent to testing,” I said.

Mom said, “Refusing would make us look guilty, though if someone shows up this week, we would have to do it. Better to be safe and be able to submit a sample which shows nothing. Douching should reduce any sperm that’s left in the vagina, but that’s no guarantee. Women get pregnant all the time who try to use that as birth control, usually because the sperm has already gotten into the uterus. Continued abstinence is our best bet, for now. We should wash all of our bedding, too.”

“What next?” I asked.

“Second, you each respond to the rumor by saying that Gary is trying to make trouble, using outdated information about the Annie and Marissa. We go public with the fact that Annie and I became a couple after she broke up with him. We would need to, eventually. Annie, you’ve kept quiet about it because you were concerned some people wouldn’t understand, which is certainly true. Marissa, you can tell people you’ve reconciled with Annie as friends, but you accept that Annie’s involved with me now. Tyler then asked you out, with Annie’s approval, so he’s your focus now. Your sole focus.”

“What if someone then guesses we’re in a foursome?” I asked. “That still is our goal, isn’t it?”

Mom answered, “Our goal is for nobody to know about that but us. If someone makes that leap, it’s much easier to deny that as two couples than publicly being a triad where you and Annie have to insist over and over that you keep your hands off of each other while both being intimate with Marissa, even if you say it’s at different times. Marissa, your mom is nearly reaching that conclusion already, because you admitted to having sex with both of them. Let Annie publicly be my lover, instead of yours, then deny there’s any further connection between the two couples. It’s closer to what people would expect.”

“You’re right, as usual, Mom,” I said.

Mom said, “I hope so. My prediction is that the small-minded people will be too busy bursa escort going nuts about Annie and me being a couple, given the age difference and the almost-stepdaughter relationship, to think past it to the four of us being together. I’d rather give them something legal to go crazy over, in place of rumors about something illegal. Let the smoke from one fire hide the other, until both die down. We also need to face the possibility that it may never be safe for the incest to resume, that Friday night might have been the beginning and end of it and truly be two couples who don’t have sex with each other. I almost wish the two of you hadn’t rented your dad’s house out. Having Tyler move in there for the summer would help show more distance between you.”

Annie asked, “Mom, how about making prom our public reveal? Marissa and I were each planning to go solo until we decided on Friday to go together, but now that only reinforces Gary’s rumor. If the four of us show up on Friday as two couples, everyone at school would know about it by Monday. Wouldn’t that be the fastest way to blow Gary’s rumor apart?”

Mom said, “That’s an excellent idea. You’re going to have to call me Shelby in public to downplay our family connection and Tyler shouldn’t dance with you or me, nor should Marissa slow dance with either of us. Girls fast dancing together is so routine that it would look suspicious if we didn’t. Are you ready to be Marissa’s prom date, Tyler?”

“She only needs to ask me,” I responded, grinning. “It’s her prom, after all.”

In a sing-song voice, Marissa quipped, “Will you go to prom with me, Tyler?” then asked in a normal voice, “Do you have a suit already? It’s probably too late to rent a tux.”

I answered, “Yes, to both questions. I fit into most of Dad’s clothes, so I’ve got his suits and a couple of tuxedos, in addition to a couple suits of my own. I’m sure we can find something that will match your dress and be fashionable. Better than any rental tux I could find now, anyway.”

Annie said, “Marissa and I already have prom gowns. We even both have corsages reserved at Milligan’s. I’m pretty sure Mom… pretty sure Shelby has a dress that will complement my gown. Dang, Mom, I’ve got to get used to calling you by your name, again.”

Mom said, “Just in public, honey. I mean, the plan here is to discourage the idea that you would ever have sex with your brother. Telling people that we’re lovers but that you still call me ‘Mom’ leaves your attitude towards incest in doubt. Even ‘Aunt Shelby’ would raise those suspicions now.”

Annie gave a small shrug. “I get it. You can’t be both things at once if we want to discredit the ‘sex with family’ idea.”

Mom and I went through our closets, finding a dress for her and one of Dad’s tuxedos for me, that went with our dates’ gowns. Marissa had to head home after that, as her parents were expecting her for dinner. She was excited to tell them we were all going to prom and to reveal Annie’s relationship with Mom as a way to curb Angelina’s suspicions. She would explain her night with Annie as a one-time thing.

We also stripped all three beds and threw the dirty sheets in the washer, first. It was time to switch to summer bedding, anyway. The quilts would go to dry cleaning the next day.

As we were eating dinner, I asked, “So, I guess I’m sleeping alone tonight? Even cuddling, we’d have to worry about my DNA winding up on the wrong set of sheets.”

“You’ll survive, bro,” Annie teased. “Just think of it like we both started our periods.”

I shrugged, then said, “It’s not like I was getting laid every day back at school. Or even every week. I actually had more sex this weekend than in the last couple of months, not counting jerking off. I just wish Gary had gotten the message to leave the girls alone.”

Mom said, “I’ve dealt with his type on the dating scene. Some are just too dense to learn that their approach isn’t working, so I wouldn’t get your hopes up too high about changing Gary. Who we really need to convince are the people who have heard him spread the rumor, so they don’t believe a word he’s saying and chalk it up to a vendetta.”

~~~~~

The rest of the week went rather slowly for me with Mom working and Annie and Marissa in school. I spent at least a couple of hours each day with Marissa, including several more dinners with her family, getting treated like royalty as newly discovered family. But since these were school nights, we really didn’t have time for lovemaking.

Angelina said nothing else about Marissa being involved with both Annie and me. Marissa’s revelation that she’d been covering for Annie’s relationship with Shelby helped damp that down, as we had hoped.

The rumor at school seemed to be persistent, but Annie started to tell a few people that she was involved with Shelby and that Gary was only trying to stir up trouble where none existed.

The night of the prom arrived. I picked Marissa up in Dad’s Bronco, bursa escort bayan while Mom and Annie were going in Mom’s car, planning to arrive 10 minutes after Marissa and me.

I’d been gone from the high school for three years, so most of the students had no idea who I was, but several of the teachers who were there as chaperones recognized me but left us alone.

The reaction when Mom and Annie arrived, holding hands, was quite different. Mr. Kimball, one of the math teachers both Annie and I had, immediately walked over to Mom, before they’d even had a chance to greet Marissa and me, but close enough that I could hear them.

“Mrs. Campbell?” he asked. “I didn’t know that you’d volunteered to be a chaperone.”

“I didn’t. I’m here as Annie’s date.” Mom answered, gesturing to Annie, who leaned her head to rest on Mom’s shoulder. You could hear the undercurrent of gossip begin spreading around the room, underneath the music.

“But, you’re her mother,” he said.

Mom smiled, saying, loudly enough that quite a few people could hear, “Actually, I’m not her mother, I’ve been her girlfriend for about a month.” The gossip spread further. “When you and I met for parent-teacher conference last fall, I was there as her legal guardian after her father’s death, but that role mainly expired when Annie turned 18 in March. I am not her biological mother or even her step-mother, because I divorced her father before she was born to his second wife. She’s my son Tyler’s half-sister and continues to live in our home, rather than take over her father’s house. None of that establishes any legal obstacle to the two of us having a romantic relationship.”

“You’re old enough to be her mother, though!” he said, even louder.

Mom laughed. “Obviously, Dan, since I’m Tyler’s mother. Look, we know that we seem like an odd pairing and the route by which we came together is odder still, but our love evolved over the past few months, after Annie turned 18, especially when her last boyfriend cheated on her and she turned to me for comfort. We decided to use tonight to step out of the shadows, in part because of some idiotic rumors that ex-boyfriend is spreading about Annie because we’d kept quiet about our relationship until now.”

“I don’t understand it, but I suppose I don’t have to,” Mr. Kimball said. “Have a good prom, Shelby, Annie.”

As Mom and Annie approached Marissa and me, I caught sight of Gary across the room, standing with Wendy, another friend of Annie and Marissa who had been at Annie’s last birthday party, but was apparently Gary’s date for prom. If he had noticed the four of us, he wasn’t showing it.

My palms started itching, wanting to pound the snot out of the guy. Marissa read me perfectly, whispering, “You can’t go after him here, Ty. Standing up for Annie’s honor right now is only playing into his hand. It was one thing to stand up for mine during our date last weekend, but you can’t afford to act like you’re Annie’s boyfriend, even if you only want to slam him as her brother. Your mom handled Mr. Kimball perfectly, let the rumor mill play out.”

The four of us moved onto the dance floor, each couple distanced from the other.

It wasn’t 10 minutes before I heard Gary scream, at a sudden lull in the music, “You’re kidding me! She’s fucking her own mom?” The whole ballroom went quiet and the DJ didn’t start the next song.

Annie spoke into the silence, with the confidence I’d first seen in the courtroom 10 months earlier. “Gary, you know Shelby’s not my mother! Stop making shit up about me and leave me the fuck alone. You’re not getting me back with your bullshit rumors.”

“You call her ‘Mom’,” he countered.

“I did, for a few months while Shelby was my guardian. But I don’t call her that now, for obvious reasons.” Annie turned and kissed Mom full on the lips, making it as obvious as she could that she was swapping tongues with her.

Parting, she turned back to Gary and said, “Would I really do that and still call her Mom? Good luck with him, Wendy. You’re going to need it.”

“But you and Marissa?” Gary continued challenging.

Marissa stepped forward and said, “Annie and I are only friends, Gary. My admission tonight is that I did want more than friendship with Annie and I let you use that fact, let you manipulate me to have sex with you, so you could hurt her for not wanting to have sex with you. That actually pushed Annie closer to Shelby, okay? But you know what? I’m happy for them. Because that’s what you do when you love someone rather than wanting to own them. Instead of admitting that you were a cheating asshole, you make up disgusting shit about Annie and her brother Tyler because I started dating him, after Annie revealed her relationship with Shelby to me? What are you basing that on? The fact that I said the other night that I could date either one of them?”

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “You even said you could date both escort bursa of them.”

“Emphasis on the word ‘could’. That doesn’t mean I am dating both of them or having sex with both of them, especially at the same time. I also said there wouldn’t be any threesome, if you remember. I’m dating Tyler. Period. Get that straight in your head. I would say ‘eat shit and die’, Gary, but you’re already so full of shit you must be immune to it. Can we all get back to dancing, please? We’re sorry for the interruption, everyone.”

Gary slunk away, with Wendy clearly asking him a bunch of uncomfortable questions about him and Marissa. The DJ resumed the music and we returned to dancing. All eyes were on the four of us for about 15 minutes, but eventually people stopped staring, figuring that the excitement was over.

Over the course of the rest of the night, several female students approached Annie and Marissa during times we weren’t dancing, to discuss the whole situation of Gary’s rumors. I’ll spare the reader the repetitiousness of those conversations, other than to note that Annie and Marissa were consistent in their statements. A few engaged Mom in the conversations, but I was able to just kept quiet. Nobody actually asked if the rumors were true, but the effect was a denial all the same.

About an hour before the prom was scheduled to end, we agreed that we’d had enough dancing, so we headed home.

“So, do you think it worked?” I asked, as we sat around the living room. “Gary couldn’t have played into our hands better. Will this end it, though?”

“It’s too soon to tell, Ty,” Annie answered. “We won’t really know until the coming week at school. We especially don’t know how Gary is going to respond to this, if he does anything at all. Maybe we shamed him into silence, or he might try some other way to make trouble for us. Mom and I need to stay off-limits until we’re sure we’re in the clear.”

I agreed, “Yeah, I agree that we’re nowhere near safe enough for that. In the short term, we’re at increased risk, as parents might start hearing about tonight’s altercation. If any of those parents calls the police, despite our denials, they’re not going to find me anywhere near either of your bedrooms. They might find me naked with Riss in mine, if she wants to spend the night with me…”

“I do,” Marissa said, moving to sit on my lap, while lowering the zipper on her gown. Her boobs popping out almost wrecked my train of thought.

“…and the two of you together in Mom’s room,” I finished. “That’s all they’ll find, though.”

Looking back at me, Marissa said, “Tyler, I do want to be with you tonight. But I also want to be with Shelby and Annie, too. Both because I haven’t been intimate with Shelby yet and because I really want to see the two of them together. It’s not like my having sex with them is illegal, it’s just you. Can we maybe start out with the four of us together, without you touching anyone but me? Or I can come to your room after I’ve been with them for awhile?”

I asked, “What do you think, Mom? Can a foursome where I don’t actually touch you or Annie still get us in trouble? Assuming the cops do show up and see us in action, what can they do, if I’m only touching Marissa? Isn’t penetration a necessary part of the crime of incest, not just being nude or sexual in each other’s presence? If I jerked off in front of you, that’s not incest.”

Mom answered, “It’s true that they have to prove penetration to convict for incest. But… Marissa, we just went to considerable effort to declare that the rumor about Annie and Tyler can’t be true because you aren’t Annie’s lover, I am. Having that exposed as a lie wouldn’t do us any favors right now. Even if Tyler were waiting in his room and it was the three of us who got caught. I would rather we wait until we’re certain the police aren’t going to show up.”

Marissa sighed and I could tell Annie was disappointed as well. Annie asked, “How long do you think that will take?”

Mom said, “Well, you graduate in two weeks. I doubt the rumor could keep spreading, once school is out, unless it gets traction with parents. I figure if nobody challenges us by then, we’ll be in the clear. Besides, we’re headed up to Tahoe for a week after that, to stay at the house that my ex-husband’s parents left him. It’s owned by a trust in Annie and Tyler’s name, rented out most of the year to fund their college educations. We get to stay there a couple weeks per year, off-peak. You’re welcome to come, Marissa. We’d certainly be safe to indulge ourselves there. Meanwhile, you two need to focus on term papers and finals. I know you’ve got your acceptance letters to college, but you still need to graduate and maintain your averages. So, I’ll even declare a moratorium on sex and dating between any partners after tonight so you’ll study. Can you all wait that long and then let our first foursome, with no restrictions, be a graduation present up in Tahoe?”

Annie and Marissa nodded. I said, “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect the three of you, short of joining a monastery.”

Annie laughed. “You and a vow of chastity? Yeah, right.”

“Hard to picture any of you in nun’s habits either, sis.”

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**TUESDAY 1 to 8 P.M.*

The trio moved through the halls onto the campus. “I think we’ll all easily fit in my Taurus,” Carter suggested, “I can run you girls back to campus later, as you like.” He looked at Peri on his left, giving her a wink.

She piped up, “That’s good for me, Dr. Carter, saves gas!” Laughing, she looked past Carter to Trish and asked, “Do you wanna come with us, or drive yourself?”

“I’ll ride with you guys,” Trish said quickly, “LA traffic gets me, like, all nervous!” she confessed.

The Ford’s dash clock indicated 1:12 p.m. when the garage door opened and Carter parked. “OK,” he said, “Here we are.” He got out and led the way into the kitchen. “Are you hungry at all? I’m thinking a sandwich and chips, poolside, would be great… any takers?” he asked.

“Well, I can eat most any time,” Trish admitted, looking at her stomach with chagrin, “But, yes, I am ready for lunch.”

“Me, too, Dr. Carter,” Peri chimed in, “I haven’t eaten a thing since… Gosh! Early this morning!” Her hazel eyes flashed a look at Carter and she pushed her curled tongue out between her puckered, pouty, lips. Its tip looked like a miniature pussy as it darted out and retreated.

“Ah, alright, then,” Carter said, sweeping his left arm expansively in the air, “There are my cupboards. I know I have peanut butter, jelly, tuna, cheese, mayo, bread and chips…why don’t you cobble together sandwiches while I hunt suits and towels?”

“Okie dokie!” Peri agreed, secretly blowing him a kiss. Turning to face her new friend, she said, “C’mon, Trish, let’s see what’s where!”

Carter left them rummaging, walked down the hall and reappeared twenty minutes later in a Grateful Dead T-shirt, boxers and flip-flops, laden with a huge stack of colorful beach towels and three thick, white, terrycloth bathrobes. He set the armload down on the kitchen nook table and looked through the bay window.

Peri was outside, putting a platter of sandwiches on the big, glass-top, round table, beside a bowl of corn chips and a pitcher of iced-tea. He watched her ass, snug beneath her dress, as she bent under the green-and-gray striped umbrella and placed the food. She turned her face toward him, caught him staring and smiled. Lazily, she cupped her right buttock and lifted it slightly, then, straightening up, she walked into the house. “Hey, Trish,” Carter called into the kitchen, where she was putting things away, “Could you come over her for a moment, please?”

The teenagers assembled around the towels. Carter said, “I have good news and bad news.” He laughed artificially at his deliberate use of the tired cliche. Peri and Trish waited, wondering about the punchline. “The good news is: I found a couple of old swim suits. The bad news is: I doubt they will fit either of you very well.” He quickly added, to stop any protest, “although… you are more than welcome to try them on.”

“But…” Trish started “I don’t…”

“..Me neither!” Peri jumped in, supporting Trish’s incomplete protest, “Why don’t we just sit, eat, and enjoy the patio?”

“We’ll do that, for sure,” Carter said, “But listen, there are other options.” Both girls looked at him; Trish with suspicion and Peri with amusement. “Peri,” Carter said, “I laid the suits on my bed. It’s down the hall, on the left. Could you get them, please? It is only fair that you see, and judge, them yourselves.”

“OK, Dr. Carter,” she chuckled. Walking behind Trish, she paused, put her left hand on the her friend’s left shoulder, leaned close to her right ear and said, quietly, “Have a seat, I’ll be right back!” and headed for the master suite which she knew so well.

As soon as Peri stepped away, Carter looked across at Trish and said “SIGMA,” instantly unlocking and opening her secret box with his key. “SIGMA,” he repeated quickly, watching her head loll onto her breasts, billowed under her Nirvana T-shirt. Establishing communication in her programmable state, Carter said, “Trish, you are at my house. Your new friend and tutor, Peri, is here, too. We’re going to have a pool-party and a lot of fun. Peri does not have a key to your box, but, she is a fun, playful, person. Follow her lead. Listen for my voice. Enjoy each moment with no barriers. Do you understand?” He asked, reinforcing her basic instruction set.

“Yes,” Trish replied stonily.

“Perfect. SIGMA,” Carter repeated, toggling her back into performance mode, just as Peri walked up.

“Here they are!” Peri announced, dropping a green one-piece Jantzen suit from the 50’s and a slightly less ancient, mottled, blue, floral print, two-piece Catalina Sportswear suit onto the table. “These are horrid, Dr. Carter,” she commented frankly. “I’d rather not swim at all than wear one of these, even if it did fit!” Trish, wrinkled her nose and squinting, remained silent.

“Right,” agreed Carter, “But at least you see I wasn’t kidding, don’t you?” He checked their faces for validation. bursa escort “So, here’s my thought: I’m only wearing a T-shirt and undershorts, which are hardly much different from swim trunks, right? I have towels, robes, and a couple more T-shirts right here…” he patted the pile, “so, why not go to the bedroom, strip to your panties and throw on T-shirts?”

Peri, surprised when Trish instantly said, “Cool! That sounds like fun to me!” was astonished when Trish abruptly stood, kicked off her tied Reeboks, stripped her crew socks and skinned out of her Levi’s in record time. Her T-shirt hem hung just below her hip points, covering her belly fat but not the lower half of her bright, sheer, pink, nylon panties. Her plump pussy pushed out against their opaque cotton crotch panel while the leg seams tried to hide in her fleshy thighs.

“Wow, Trish!” Carter praised her, “Good for you! What a team player!” Looking to Peri he asked, “What about you? Too bashful to join us?”

“Certainly not!” Peri vehemently denied, pulling the hem of her tan dress up, over her hips, tummy, chest and head. The jersey material grabbed and dragged her ivory, silk, chemise along with it, making her coins puff and her nipples jump. Tossing the inverted, wadded dress into a nearby chair, Peri pulled her chemise back down over her proud breasts, kicked off her sandals and pushed her taupe pantyhose down and off. Standing up tall, she made a pirouette, stepped over beside Trish and laughed. “There! Is everyone happy, now?” she asked, hugging Trish’s shoulders.

Trish turned to Peri and stared at her ‘Hidden Mickey,’ laying veiled, yet clearly visible, above her cunt. Peri followed her eyes. Suddenly reminded she had decided this morning not to wear panties under her tights, she grinned broadly and hiked up her chemise, showing off her trimmed curls. “An artistic friend shaved my pubes for me. Do you like them?” she asked the stunned red-head.

“Oh my god! That is so cute!” Trish burst out, reflexively stretching her right index finger and touching Mickey’s nose.

“Hey! Hey!” Carter exclaimed “I thought we were hungry!” Stepping around the table, he stood between his pets. His right hand lightly rubbed Trish’s bottom through her panties and he slid his left hand up the outside of Peri’s chemise, cupping her full, round, left tit. Idly scratching her nipple, he asked “Are you going to swim in that?”

Peri looked down at his hand, turned her face back to Carter and smiled. “I thought I might,” she said. “Would you like that?” She flounced out to the patio without waiting for an answer.

Trish watched her leave and said, wistfully,”Man, she has a terrific figure.”

Carter pushed his hand further along her ass, squeezing both her globes at their junction between her legs. “So do you, Toots,” he breathed into her ear, “so do you.”

Trish smiled shyly, embarrassed by the compliment, and looked down at Carter’s crotch. “Your pony is rearing its head, Dr. Carter,” she observed, pointing to his erect penis, insisting on its freedom and poking through his vent.

“I know,” he admitted. Carter extended his right middle finger along her crevice. It dredged the fat furrow beneath her panties’ damp, sticky, cotton crotch. Trish see-sawed her hips and legs against the maddening tickle. Carter whispered, “We’ll have to go for another ride later. Let’s eat, now.” Grabbing a robe from the stack, he slipped it on, tied the belt and walked out to the glass table.

Trish stripped off her Nirvana T-shirt and removed her bra. She selected a white, XXL In’n’Out Burger T-shirt, pulling it over her head, boobs and belly. The company logo’s famous, bent yellow, arrow, pointed directly at the hard tip of Trish’s left tit. She hurried out to join the others for lunch.

They sat, choosing among the cheese, PbJ, or tuna salad sandwiches, crunching chips, drinking tea and chatting. Carter agreed, as long as they were alone, or off campus, that it was allowable to call him ‘Bill.’ By 2 p.m. the platter and chip bowl were empty and they were nursing the last of the tea.

Carter stood, removed his robe and walked to the pool. He took a shallow dive into the 6′ deep water and swam lazily to the other end. Standing in 3′ of water, his shirt clung to his body. His flaccid cock and sagging nutsack, moved gently between his legs as waves he had created lapped against his abdomen. “Hey!” he shouted, “Get in here, it’s wonderful!” Surveying his yard, he was glad he had the privacy fence installed last year. With the palms and pampas grass, it made a very peaceful refuge from the rest of crazy Los Angeles, not to mention his nosy neighbors.

Trish stood at Carter’s command. Peri pulled on her arm, said, “Don’t be slow!” then ran and jumped in the pool. Her chemise briefly fluttered in the air, hiding her face and celebrating her splendid, naked, curves. Her toes pierced the liquid plane and she knifed to the floor before breaking the surface again. Gracefully, slowly, the ivory lingerie bursa escort bayan floated up. Harboring air pockets, the chemise surrounded her dimpled face and light-brown hair, making her look like a lotus flower on a pond. She laughed and sculled backward toward Carter, enjoying her sleek, nudity, beneath the wet, creamy flowing silk.

Trish dove headlong and cut the water like an Olympian, beating Peri to Carter. Her chest heaved under her soaked, transparent, white T-shirt, as she stood beside her master, giggling. Pointing at Peri, just arriving, as smooth and slow as a swan-boat, Trish said, “You lose!” and tucked her left arm around Carter’s waist.

Peri stuck her tongue out, made a mock mean face, and splashed water at them. Suddenly laughing, and pushing her chemise down, she waded close and wrapped her right arm around Carter’s waist, holding Trish’s hand. “Not really, girlfriend,” she said, winking, “We can share.” Carter could not have been happier. He turned his head left and right and back again, repeatedly kissing Peri and Trish, while he stretched his arms, over their shoulders, down under their arms and firmly grabbed their outer tits. Reeling them in, he crushed the sides of their inner boobs against his ribs, naturally pulling them a quarter turn.

Peri and Trish completed the rotation on their own and double hugged Carter. He lost his grip on their breasts and ran his hands down their spines to their submerged bottoms. Both girls wiggled, sliding their feet apart on the stipled pool floor. His right hand worked its way to Trish’s cunt where he resumed his deferred tickling, wedging her panties deep into her slit. Carter’s left hand worked in between Peri’s cheeks. He inserted his middle fingertip just inside her rosebud and slowly circumscribed its perimeter. He kissed them, they kissed him and each other.

Peri, meanwhile, fished her left hand under the water until she found and cradled Carter’s eggs. “Mmm,” she murmured between kisses, “guess what I found, Trish.”

Trish cheated and looked. Carter’s cock, once again hard and insistent, bobbed under the water, outside his boxers and above Peri’s hand. “Up periscope!” Trish cried, closing her right fist loosely on the fat staff below its spearhead. She slid her hand down until her pinkie bumped Peri’s thumb as she pulsed her palm around Carter’s balls. “I know what you found, girl, now, what are we going to do with it?” Trish asked.

Peri looked at Carter. “I’m tired of swimming, Bill,” she said whined in a little girl’s voice. “I wanna go lay down for a while. Can we use that great big bed you had the suits on?” She winked at Trish and squeezed Carter’s nuts, feeling them start to tighten in their bag.

“Yes, Bill,” Trish mimicked, adding a pout and frowning eyes. She pulled her fist up to the top of his cock, then slid it down with tighter pressure. “I want to lie down, too.”

“Uhhnn!” Carter groaned. “A good host… must attend… uhhn!… to the guests’…uhhn!… needs.” he admitted. “Let go and we can… uhhn!… get out of the water.”

Peri dropped his nuts and pushed back into the deeper water. “Goody!” she cried, jubilantly, “That’s what I wanted to hear!” Trish followed suit, leaving Carter standing, rampant and alone. Carter waded to the edge and climbed out of the swimming pool. Peri and Trish had already swum to the deep end and gotten out. By the time Carter walked the pool length, they were in their robes. Their soggy shirt, chemise and coral briefs were in a puddle on the patio bricks at their feet.

Peri and Trish each held an end a large, fluffy, striped, multi-colored beach towel as he approached, dripping water from his shirt and shorts. “Hurry under this towel, Bill,” Peri urged, “You already have goosebumps on your arms!”

“Yes, Bill,” added Trish, “Take that old shirt off. We’ll dry your back!”

Carter peeled the stretched, sagging, tie-dyed, Dead T-shirt off his pot-belly and over his chest and head, throwing the saturated cloth onto the girls’ pile. Stepping into the big towel, he turned to face the pool as Peri and Trish wrapped him like a rainbow burrito and started to vigorously rub his shoulders and back. He bent forward and skinned out of his skivvies, kicking them over near the other discarded underclothes.

“Yay!” cheered Peri, as the shorts plopped on the bricks and Carter stood up straight again. “Now we can work on the legs!”

Trish squatted down and briskly brushed the terrycloth up and down Carter’s lower thighs and calves, while Peri lowered the towel and applied it to his waist, hips and butt. Sneaking her right hand around, covered in the towel, she playfully grabbed his soft, wet, cock. It grew strong in her palm as she squeezed it lightly three times in quick succession. “Oops!” she laughed, “Now what have I done? Is that a puppet, Bill?” she asked.

Trish lifted the towel from the bottom and peered around Carter’s left hip. “Nope!” she said to Peri. “That’s a pony not a puppet!” She giggled escort bursa and pushed her side of the towel between Carter’s legs. Moving rapidly up and down his inner thighs, she ended with her terry-clad palm fondling his nuts in their damp hairy sack. “But I’m not sure what these are. They are big and round and roll in my hand. Bill, does your pony have a cart or something?” Trish asked, giggling out of control.

“Alright, alright!” Carter said, pretending to be annoyed. “Lets go in the house and learn about ponies, carts and riding trails.”

“And about carrots, apricots and milk and cookies, too!” added Peri, mischievously. She let go of the towel, exposing Carter’s full, fierce erection. He picked up his robe from the glass table, dropped it over his left arm and strode into the house, down the hall, with the girls chasing him.

Peri passed him in the hall, ran into the bedroom and had the duvet and topsheet off the king-size bed before Carter got through the door. Trish slipped by his right side, jumped on the bed and knelt, sitting back on her heels. Her untied robe, bulky as it was, did nothing to contain her 40DD boobs, firmly jutting out from her chest.

Peri tossed her bathrobe off and climbed up on the other side of the bed. She sat cross-legged, her triangularly arranged, light-brown pubic tufts pointing directly at the open, inviting slice of her cunt. She patted the mattress between her and Trish. “Get up here, please, Dr. Carter,” she requested urgently. “Lay down on your back, so I can demonstrate how to pet a pony. I can’t tutor Trish without your help.”

Carter nodded he would, but detoured toward the bathroom. “Just a sec, girls,” he spoke, over his shoulder as he walked, “I need to get the tack box and saddles.” Peri looked at Trish quizzically. She shrugged, spreading her hands and consequently her robe. “I think saddles are little tubey things,” she offered, proud to be able to answer Peri’s unasked question.

Carter returned shortly with his silver cardboard box, which, Peri knew, had certain fun toys inside, and a handful of Trojan packets, which she did not recognize. Crawling up on the bed between the teenagers he sat, legs extended, back against the headboard. Once again, his penis was flaccid, nestling its neck against his heavy, replenished, eggs in his loose scrotum. Carter reached his arms behind the young co-eds. He stretched and leaned over Peri, placing the box and condoms on the bedside table, and kissed her sweetly. Re-centering himself, he turned his head left and kissed Trish, equally sweetly, and said to them both, “I’m sorry, it looks like the pony has turned into a puppy and gone to sleep.” He hugged them to his sides, kissed each again, and curled his hands around their nearest breasts, pulling back Trish’s terry robe front for full contact.

Peri put her right hand high on Carter’s sternum and scratched her index fingernail back and forth lightly along his collar bone at the base of his throat. “Hmmm, I think I can work with that, OK,” she said softly, “but, what’s in the little packages?”

Trish was also curious. Her back had been turned and she had not seen Carter deploy the condom he used when he fucked her that morning. “Yes, Bill, and what’s in the silver box?” she added to the list of questions, as she reached and rubbed her left palm over Carter’s relaxed, mounded stomach, digging her pinkie into his navel.

These little touches were remedial and Carter watched as his cock twitched. “All in due time, Trish,” he answered with a smile, “but when Peri has chased the puppy away and the pony is back, I’ll teach you both how to put the saddle on.”

Peri grinned, looked at the fattening dick below Trish’s hand and said, “Doggone! Looks like the dog is gone!” She removed her hand from Carter’s chest and gently stroked his semi-hard, swelling cock. Twisting her body, she bent over his groin and pulled his growing erection up to her lips. Trish stopped rubbing his stomach and watched with amazement. His staff doubled in girth and length. Its head bubbled a glistening gobule of pre-cum. Peri’s tongue darted out, met the thick, welling fluid and pushed it, diluted with her saliva, around the soft, spongy, dark head. “Mmmm, this is almost the best part,” she said, “Taste and see, Trish!”

Rocking forward off her heels, Trish put her right hand on the mattress beside Carter’s right hip for balance as Peri moved away, ceding the ground. Trish held his fully engorged staff in her left hand, automatically sliding it up and down, and tentatively licked the shiny mushroom head. “OH!” she exclaimed in surprise, “It hopped!”

Carter grinned at Peri who, knowingly, flashed her dimples back at him. He moved his left hand under the bathrobe and caressed Trish’s rear thighs, encouraging her to widen her stance. She returned her mouth to his cock, remembering how she cleaned it for Carter earlier, opened her wide, full lips and took him inside. “He is so much bigger than before!” she thought, not fully grokking the physiology. Carter rubbed higher on Trish’s legs, sliding his hand to her pussy, noting how wet and slippery she had become. He pushed two fingers between her plump outer lips and spread them before sliding along to the top of her slot.

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Hot Summer Nights Ch. 01

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Chapter 1 Seduction

We meet at a party that is hosted by a mutual friend, never having met before tonight, but always hearing about one another from our mutual friend, they are constantly begging to introduce us to one another, but we both ask for them to not. Our friend knows us better than we think they do, we see and notice one another immediately as you enter the room, not really knowing that our friend wants to introduce us tonight because they know we will hit it off and will not be able to keep our hands off of one another. As you approach I se our friend grab your hand as he pulls you closer, making sure that we here the introductions over the loud music playing in the background. He introduces you first, “This is Devon, Devon this is Hank.”

We both almost snarl at our friend, but hold it back because we both are interested in who we see standing before us. I quickly notice your beautiful Hazel eyes, shimmering bluish gray in the light. Your face is pretty, a medium length nose that looks like it was chiseled by one of the Masters of art, with full pouty lips underneath, your jaw line is slim and easy to gaze upon, following your jaw line I next see your ears, small and perfect hiding behind your shoulder length brown hair, which is straight and cut so that all the attention is drawn directly to your beautiful face and slender neck.

Our friend leads us away to another room where the music is not so loud, and I stare at your body, your slender shoulders square and even with your hips, with your waist dipping in perfectly like an hourglass. Your ass is round and juts out, making it impossible to not get caught staring at it. As you turn into the room, I notice that your breasts are huge and heavy, someone might say even too large for your frame, but I think they are perfect. Evidently the air conditioning is cranked up, I notice that your nipples are very erect, your padded bra straining to hide them underneath. You have a slight gut that does not show from the front or back, but sexily shows from the side, accentuating the line formed by your chest down your belly as it curves down deep between your legs.

It doesn’t hurt that you are wearing tight jeans that accentuate every delicious bit of your lower body, or that your blouse is cut low over a push up bra that might possibly be too small for you. I hear every step that you take as your cowboy boots clack against the hardwood floors with each and every step.

It appears that you bursa escort may have stared me down as well, approving of what you saw, you stand next to me, and talk to me lightly in my ear, barely loud enough for me to hear anything that you say, but I hear you say, “So you are the infamous Hank that I keep hearing so much about. Carina swears that we would be great together, but I don’t know, it all depends on whether you can seduce me tonight before the party ends.”

I am flabbergasted, you gave in to Carina, you set this up, I am not sure if it was in the hopes that I would be able to seduce you as you almost beg me to do, or if it is to prove Carina wrong in her assumptions of you or I, but I am intent on seducing you. I lean over and whisper back, “So you want me to try and seduce you? Is this no holds barred, or will there be rules?”

You lean back to smile at me, then you lean in and reply, “The only rules are that you can’t say a word, you must have me wanting you by the end of the night, and that no clothes are removed until I admit being seduced.”

I respond quickly, “One question. Do we have to be amongst the heathens here, or can we go be alone?”

You pull back with a huge grin on your face, almost shocked that I asked, by relieved that I had, and then you lean in and answer, “I like how you think, lets go find some privacy.” You grab my hand and direct me out of the room, looking for Carina who disappeared. We find her in the kitchen talking to someone and you nudge me as she gets her attention, and I politely ask Carina, “Is there someplace that Devon and I can go and talk in peace and quiet?”

Carina smiles and answers back, “No one is allowed in the bedroom, and so I guess the two of you can go in there. If I need either of you for anything, I will knock a few times.”

You lead me away towards the bedroom, hurriedly, like there is no time to waste, entering in and closing the door behind us. You sit on the edge of the bed and ask, “Well, how do you plan on seducing me?” Smiling wide the whole while.

Now I know what the game is, you not only want me to seduce you, but you want me to do it quickly, almost urgently. So I sit down next to you and begin to kiss you softly on the lips, first with no tongue, then slowly adding tongue, and finally pulling you in close. You don’t show me whether my advances are doing anything, so I start to pull away and redirect my kissing to your neck and ear, licking and sucking softly. bursa escort bayan Redirecting shortly after to your shoulders and chest, when you lift my head up and say, “No moving the clothes away or removing them till I say so, okay?”

I nod and continue to kiss your exposed chest, then moving my kisses down over your clothed breasts, noticing your breaths growing deeper and faster. I push you down on the bed, kissing you more on your mouth, heavy with passion, as your breaths grow heavier. Soon you say, “Okay, I am seduced, please continue.”

Your response almost cold and calculated, I begin to lift up your shirt, and then I decide not to.

You start to protest, but I place my finger next to your lips and say, “Shih, that was almost too easy, and I sort of feel like you were just trying to make it seem like you were not interested, when you were. So I will continue to seduce you till I think that you are fully seduced.”

You nod your head in approval, even though you want more than seduction right now, but you love to be dominated within reason and are willing to continue just to see what I will do, and how far I will take it.

I lean back down and pull you tight against me as I kiss you passionately, releasing to continue to kiss my way down your body. I pay close attention to your nipples, making sure to kiss them and rub them as much as possible, making you moan and gasp. Then I start to kiss down your exposed belly, licking and sucking and kissing till I hear you moan. Then I start kissing my way down your waist to your covered pubic mound, stopping when I get there to just sit my lips where I think your clit might be, and breath out deeply my hot breath onto it, then breathing deeply the strong perfume of your pussy as it escapes. Stopping this only when your breaths are heavier still then what they were before, moving on to humming hard on your sweet mound, vibrating you clit till you can no longer stand it, then you grab my head and yank me up to you so that we can kiss, and we kiss long hard and passionately for several minutes.

When we release our kiss, I say, “Okay now I have seduced you enough to move on to going under your clothes.”

You nod your approval and nearly rip your blouse trying to pull it up over your heaving heavy breasts, I assist you so that you don’t rip anything, and lower my face down to them, kissing and licking and sucking. Almost getting lost in them, I pull myself free and start to escort bursa kiss my way down your belly and waist, working with the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them away and down to your ankles, stopping only to pull your boots free before pulling your jeans clear from your legs, then I kiss my way up your leg on the inside, up your inner thigh as you shiver from the electricity that is coursing through your body from all of the sensations that you are feeling.

Once I get to the inner most part of your thigh I start to kiss my way over your swollen and restrained lips, still trapped by your lace pink thong panties, which have a moist spot were your lips part all the way down to the dental floss thin thong. I place my mouth over your mound and exhale hard and hot into your pussy, making you squirm, wanting more than just this tease fest that I insist upon giving you. You grab my head pulling it hard against your pelvis, grinding your clit hard on my mouth, prompting me to remove the restrictive garment and pay close attention to the moist hot pungent bud that is beckoning beneath.

I kiss my way back up to your waist, grabbing you panties with my teeth I slowly pull down on them as you lift your hips to assist me in removing your panties. Once I have freed them from you, I twirl them around on one finger and let them fly off across the room, not caring where they went. Then I lower my face to your lap, kissing around your pubic mound, around your lips, then down the center slit between them, slipping my tongue out to taste the sweet dew forming, making you gasp in anticipation, wanting more.

I give you more, I start to lick with a rigid tongue in circles on your erect clit, engorged and angry, it wants to be pleased and you beg me to please it, lifting your hips and grinding your clit on my tongue, pleading with me to give you more. I continue to lick away as your body tenses and begins to shake mildly, your eyes rolling back, your back arching, your hands tugging at the linen on the bed. You cum hard, squirting for the first time ever and not really noticing, and when your orgasm subsides I stop, knowing that you want more, but knowing that the door is not locked and someone could just walk in on us at any time. I climb on top of you and kiss you hard on the lips, passionately, then ask you, “Are you are seduced enough yet, or do I need to continue with trying to seduce you?”

You reply, “Oh I am more than sufficiently seduced. I am ready to have you, I want you, deep inside of me.”

I respond, “What about the door, we did not lock it, should I lock it quickly, or are you not worried?”

You pause for a moment then respond, “Fuck the door! I need you in me now!”

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Rose and Her Father

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Note: The following story is not meant to condemn nor condone Incest but to simply explore sexual arousal from such acts. All characters are of legal ages and completely fictional.

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Rose was 21 with a perfectly curved body giant tits perfect ass gorgeous hair and beautiful chestnut colored eyes. She was of Indian descent and had the characteristics associated with the ethnic group. Rose was adopted after her parents’ mysterious death and her father was more Caucasian in appearance, he was tall compared to her average height with muscles and all with she always found herself staring and aroused by his body but did not make any move even as she got older.

One night it was during the summer in their house in Maine she had been out drinking with friends and wobbled in through the door shitfaced, her father’s image popped into her mind, since he was really the only family she knew she felt close and trusting to him but had never thought about him this way before she felt wet just at the thought of him.

Dad: Rose why are you home so late?

Rose: drinking I’m fine don’t worry.

Dad: alright alright you know I just worry a little bit.

Rose: bursa escort Im just gonna sleep on the couch out here I can’t climb the stairs.

Dad: Alright good night.

In the mourning she felt the biggest shock of her life when she woke up buck naked in her father’s bed with him on top of her! “Had he taken me up and fucked me in my sleep? Holy Shit!”

He woke up to find that she woke up. He felt so ashamed that before she even opened her mouth he fell apart and started crying on her. Dad: Im sorry honey your just so fucking hot I couldn’t take it anymore Im just a stupid retard pervert!

She started rubbing his head Rose: it’s okay dad ill forgive you to be honest there’s been many times where I have been tempted to do the thing to you.

Dad: Really?

Rose: Shit yes I mean look it you you’re in your like fifties and still look hotter than most other guys I’ve seen.

At this point he took his clothes off and took right to eating her pussy. Rose: oh yeah daddy right there.

He kept going faster until she had to cum on his face. To return the favor she started sucking his cock he immediately began to moan. Dad: Oh yeahhh Rosy bursa escort bayan baby yeahhhh take that cock.

This motivated her to go faster and faster until she took it all the way down to his ball and gave deep throat. Soon he shot sperm down her throat and she swallowed it and spit out his dick.

She became so aroused when she finished she pushed him down off guard and rode his cock in a cowgirl position.

Rose: OH GOD! DADDY I LOVE YOUR COCK!! AW FUCK, SHIT!!!

Rose rode her father’s cock like she was on a pogo stick until she cam and collapsed.

Her father sat up and began sucking on her nipples to get her going. Once she was more focused aware he got on top of her ready to go again and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her cunt.

She began to scream as he pumped in and out faster and harder. Dad: Yeah baby you like that cock? He whispered, Rose simply responded with several grunts.

A few minutes he blurted out “I’ve got to cum” two seconds later he pulled out and exploded and all over sexy body.

They both collapsed huffing and puffing all the energy drained, Rose and her father together both said escort bursa “awesome.”

Later that night they were on the couch in the living room watching the tape of Rose being fucked by her father in her sleep because he said that he had filmed it. As she watched the tape some of the feelings from that night came back to her from memory, soon her lust overcame her and she reached down her jeans to masturbate. Her father turned and noticed, so he reached down pulled her hand out and started fingering her pussy this sudden surprise sent her quickly to an orgasm.

Dad: Yeah you like daddy to play with your clit bitch?

Rose: yeahh, fuck yeah.

He got up took her pants off for a better view and began to also finger her ass at the same time.

This extra arousal pushed her to another orgasm. She became so hot she pulled him up to her bedroom took the rest of her clothes off and pleaded for him to fuck her “doggy style.”

He happily agreed and hurriedly shed his clothes and stuck his cock in her ass.

As he pumped his cock more she started screaming.

Rose: YEAH DADDY FUCK MY ASS! YES MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!

He cam in her ass and as he pulled out they deliberately fell to the floor and assumed the position of 69.

The Multiple orgasms expressed then and previously gave them both a sense of relief to be released of the temptation withheld for so long toward the other.

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