The Tangled Web Ch. 07

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Chapter 7: Biological Clocks© JGUK 2004

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

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It is a warm Thursday evening in May 2001, a time when Sara and her brother Sam would normally be either playing tennis or, more usually, making love in Sam’s flat while his beautiful but often cold wife Lynn supervised exercise classes at a local health club.

Lynn, however, is pregnant with Sam’s child and is too big to run classes any more. She still goes to the club to meet her friends on her usual evenings (and to make sure another instructor doesn’t take over her classes permanently). Lynn is having a miserable pregnancy, feeling sick for most of the time, and loathing the way in which her body is changing. She is morbidly afraid of getting fat and of losing her, admittedly wonderful figure. This has made her sporadic sex life with Sam much worse and as a result he has depended more and more on his long-term incestuous relationship with his sister Sara.

Sara’s boyfriend David is now used to her absence on Thursday evenings. Initially resentful, he has gradually come to accept the amount of time she spent with her brother Sam, and now positively welcomes it because it gives him an opportunity to spend his own private time with Paula, an old friend and re-discovered lover who now works in the same school at which he teaches.

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Sara and her brother Sam sat opposite each other at a far corner table in a small Italian restaurant by the river. The food had been good, the wine very good, and they were waiting for their desserts to arrive. Sam was puzzled and more than a little frustrated.

Unusually, Sara had insisted that they should go out that night rather than meet at Sam’s house or her flat because, she said, she had something important to discuss with him. She had told Sam that she wanted both their minds to be clear, and knew that if they stuck to their usual routine they would simply dive into bed together.

Under normal circumstances, Sam enjoyed going out with Sara who was good company over a meal. However tonight he had reached new levels of sexual frustration – over a full month had passed without making love with his wife Lynn, and he and Sara had been unable to make love for the past three weeks – partly because of Sara’s time of the month, but mostly because a series of domestic and business frustrations had foiled all their attempts to be alone.

So far Sara had given no clue as to the nature of the important subject she needed to discuss. They had, as usual talked about many things, especially Sam’s sexual needs and the injustice of his being deprived of sexual satisfaction that evening, but despite this Sam was all the time waiting for Sara to embark on the ‘important’ topic she had promised.

Sam could tell that she was troubled and had been behaving a little strangely for some weeks. He knew Sara’s boyfriend David had put pressure on her to marry him, and deep down Sam feared that she was about to tell him that she had accepted his proposal and consequently their affair must end. Sam tried to dismiss the idea from his mind for the moment.

Their desserts arrived and were eaten enthusiastically. Unlike many women, Sara had no reservations about enjoying herself when out for dinner. Sam sometimes wondered how she kept so slim, but knew better than to mention her appetite. She looked very good that night, Sam thought, in a short, figure-hugging black dress and matching shoes. She wore a gold crucifix at her throat and simple gold earrings. Her face wore the barest minimum of make-up. Her silky brown hair was drawn back and secured with a black band. Sweet and innocent, yet hugely desirable, Sam thought.

At last the waiter brought their coffees and chocolates. Sara fidgeted and Sam sensed that the important subject was approaching. He watched anxiously as she lifted the wide rimmed cup to her lips, looking him deep in the eyes. After a pause, she appeared to take a deep breath, and began.

“Sam, I know you didn’t want to go out to eat tonight. I know how you’re feeling right now – I do too, believe me – but I want to tell you something important and I know in bed we wouldn’t have clear minds.”

“That sounds a bit serious, Midge.” Sam replied, his stomach sinking. Sara had been more distant than ever tonight, obviously with a weighty matter on her mind. Mentally he braced himself for bad news.

“We’ve been together for a long time now, haven’t we?” she began.

“Here it comes!” Thought Sam, but silently nodded as Sara carried on.

“It’s nearly three years since we – ‘got together’. I know some marriages that didn’t last that long.” She leaned forwards and clutched his hand. “Sam, I’ve loved every minute of it….”

“I’ve pendik escort loved it too, Midge.” He paused. “Sometimes I just wish we could…….you know, do more together; be more together.” Sam’s voice faded away.

“I wish so too, I really do, Sam. I’ve been thinking about the future. About where our relationship has come from…and where it’s going.” A further pause.

“About how we can never get married. How we can never even live together as man and wife.” She gazed around the room as if searching for the right words.

“In fact I’ve come to a decision. It’s a big decision.”

She paused, swallowing awkwardly. Sam waited for the axe to fall.

“I need more from you, Sam. You’re married to Lynn and I understand that. I can even accept it – sort of – because I know you and I can never marry. But I do need more from you, Sam. I need something special – really special – a real symbol of our love, if it’s to continue.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, perplexed but relieved that it appeared Sara was not going to end it all right away. Still she went on.

“I’m not doing a ‘jealous mistress’ act, Sam. I know I mean more to you than that. After all, I’ve known you all my life. Being in love with you and making love with you mean more than anything to me.” She paused again, as if contemplating her next move.

“You remember three months ago, I told you David had asked me to marry him and that I had said no?”

“I’m not likely to forget that, am I?”

“No, I suppose not. Anyway, you remember the reason I gave you for saying no?” Sam nodded. “Well, it wasn’t entirely true, Sam.” She paused again.

“Sam, I refused to marry David because …… well, I now know I could only ever love one man enough to marry him. That’s you, Sam …..And if I can’t marry you, I won’t marry anyone.”

A lump formed in Sam’s throat. “Wow, Midge. I’m not going to forget that either.”

“Well, I really feel that Sam. I really do.”

There was a brief silence. Sam felt tears forming in his eyes and definitely saw them forming in Sara’s. But there was more for her to say.

“Sam, David also said that he wanted to have a baby. He said that he was ready for commitment now. He said it would strengthen our relationship and that he thought we were both ready.”

Sam was visibly surprised.

“God! What did you say to that, Midge?”

Sara thought for a while before answering. “I told him I would think carefully about it. He said he understood and would wait for my decision. I left it for two months and thought he had dropped the idea, but then last week and again this week he pressed me for an answer and I said I would give him one very soon.”

“And what have you decided?”

“Oh Sam!” Sara’s eyes fell to the table top. She could not look Sam in the eye. He braced himself again for bad news – but could never have been prepared for the words that followed.

“Sam, I’ve thought about it so much and I’ve decided. I do want a baby. I am ready, but…”. She paused leaving the last word hanging in the air, as if summoning her strength for a final exertion. When she finally spoke, the words came out quickly, without drawing breath, as if her courage might fail her if she hesitated further.

“Sam, I want to have your baby, not David’s. I want us to create a child. You and me! You know how strongly I feel about you. You always say you feel the same about me. Please say yes.”

Sam was speechless. His mouth froze on the lip of his coffee cup.

Sara couldn’t bear his silence.

“Sam! Say something! Please!” She whispered imploringly,

There was another long pause before Sam spoke. When he did speak, his voice was trembling slightly.

“Midge, I don’t know what to say. You’ve knocked me sideways.”

Sara was thunderstruck. Her eyes sought Sam’s, seeking reassurance that she had not just destroyed their relationship. Seeing the look of doubt in his face, she hastily said:

“Then don’t say anything at all now, Sam. We’ll finish our drinks and find somewhere less public. Let’s walk along the river bank for a while.” She suddenly felt nervous, almost frightened, and to Sam’s eyes, incredibly desirable.

“Sam, I’m not mad. I’ve thought it all through very carefully. But I can’t tell you everything…” she looked about her “…in here.”

They finished their coffees in a heavy silence; drinking too quickly; scalding their tongues on the hot liquid. The waiter was painfully slow bringing their bill, so by the time they were walking along the floodlit tow path, Sara could hardly contain herself. She was nervous, excited, but at the same time uncertain of Sam’s reaction.

Once safely out of earshot of the restaurant, she took his hand earnestly in hers.

“Sam. Tell me I’ve not disgusted you. Please tell me that first.” she pleaded.

“God no, Midge!” Sam immediately answered. “I’m just so surprised. It’s such a shock. There’s so much to think about.”

“I’ve done a lot of thinking already. And I’ve maltepe escort done a lot of research.”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you.” He laughed.

“Listen, Sam” she carried on eagerly. “I’ve got a plan. It could really work ….. If you want to hear about it.” She said, her voice questioning.

“Midge, I can’t not listen to you. Tell me. Tell me everything.” He replied, and Sara began.

Her plan was simple, but comprehensive. Sara would have to say yes to David’s desire for a baby to explain her coming off the pill and to make sure that he would think any child was his. But having done so, she would then make sure David only made love to her, if at all, when she was least likely to conceive. In cases of emergency she would have to use a diaphragm without him noticing.

She told Sam how she had been measuring her temperature for a couple of months now, working out her cycle to tell when she would be most fertile; how she could plan when to make love to give her the best chance to get pregnant by Sam and the least chance of being fertilized by David; how she had been taking Folic Acid for a month already; how she had cut back on alcohol; how she had bought several books for him to read.

With a broad smile, she told Sam that on her ‘hot’, most fertile days, he would have to make love to her three or more times if they were to maximise her chances of getting pregnant. She explained that she had now been with the Bank long enough to qualify for their maximum maternity support and could return to work after a few months, how their parents had once said they would to help with childcare if she and David ever did start a family. How it really could work.

Sam felt bewildered. Sara had given him no clue that her mind had been in such turmoil. The whole idea was incredible but, he had to admit, deeply moving and incredibly arousing. He thought of his lovely wife Lynn, already pregnant and physically glowing outside, if unhappy inside, and tried to picture Sara’s face with the same glow.

Through the confusion in his mind, he heard Sara insisting that it would be their deepest, most precious secret. A secret testament to a secret love. Sam ‘s head was spinning.

“Sam! Tell me! What do you think?” Sara was demanding, tugging on his arm again, her sweet round face anxious and pleading.

“I … I’m not sure, Midge. I’ll have to think about it.”

“I thought you’d need some time. But I’ve promised David an answer this week.”

“It’s too big a decision to rush, Midge. There’s so much to consider. There’s Lynn, and David, and Mum and Dad, and…” Sam suddenly had a terrible thought. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Sara.

“Isn’t there a risk that it would have no chin, or a huge nose, or big ears or play the banjo or something?”

Sara laughed.” To be honest, I wondered about that too so I checked up. The risk is tiny, Sam. Tiny. That really only happens after years of in-breeding. Our baby would be …. perfect.”

They walked onwards in silence for a while. Sara held Sam’s hand tightly, feeling the tension in his body. It seemed an age before he spoke.

“If …..if we decided to…well…do it, when would we start?”

“I’d come off the pill tomorrow …. if you wanted me to.”

They walked on again, hand in hand, through moonlit darkness between pools of light thrown onto the tow path by the yellow streetlights. Sara looked up at Sam’s face. He looked incredibly handsome. Tall, dark haired and still lightly tanned, his open necked shirt drew the eye to his athletic upper body and his close fitting pale trousers highlighted taut, firm buttocks. Sara felt her love for him overwhelming her. She looked at the troubled frown on his face which disturbed the large deep-brown eyes that could melt her insides and make her go weak at the knees. Silently she prayed he would agree, or at least not say no forever.

She squeezed Sam’s hand. He squeezed hers back. They strolled onwards.

As the street light’s yellow beam fell across them, Sara saw to her relieved amusement a pronounced bulge in Sam’s trousers. He had not been too badly disgusted by the idea, then. She thought of their conversation over dinner, of his frustration and hers. She thought how much she loved and desired him.

She desired him now and could see how he desired her. The thought of all they had discussed aroused Sara. Suddenly she couldn’t bear his silence any longer.

“Come on, Sam. This way. Quickly.” Sara tugged at Sam’s arm and pulled him down a side path away from the river and into a small copse. The tall trees were black and dense, but the twisting path passing between them was clear. They emerged in a tiny clearing, illuminated by moonlight. Sam looked back towards the river but the wall of trees completely obscured it from view. Obscured them from the view of anyone passing by on the towpath, he realised.

“Where are you taking me?” Sam asked in a hoarse whisper.

In response, Sara laid a finger on his lips and whispered kartal escort “I can’t bear to see you so frustrated. We’ll have to be quick.”

Sam felt temporarily confused as, without hesitation, Sara knelt before him in the gloom. Her hands immediately went to his belt where she deftly unfastened the buckle. Sam ran his fingers through her smooth, glossy brown hair as she lowered his trousers to his ankles. Sam’s cock was bursting out of his tight white boxer shorts, so hard as to be painful. Sara eased the elastic around his erection to let it burst free in front of her face. Her soft, cool hands slipped his pants down on top of his trousers and returned to his rock solid erection.

Sara took his shaft lightly in her right hand and ran her fingers up and down its length. She felt the firm ridges of Sam’s erection against her palm and the roughness of his pubic hair against her wrist as her hand slid towards its base. It felt good to her; strong and virile and she longed to feel its strength inside her. Eagerly she opened her lips and took Sam’s smooth, swelling head into her mouth.

Sam felt the coolness of the night air on his erection suddenly replaced by the warm wetness of Sara’s mouth. He felt her tongue, warm, lithe and slightly rough as it energetically slithered all over the head of his cock, before seeking the sensitive ridge beneath. His breath caught in his throat and he held Sara tightly by the hair, shuddering as her left hand slipped between his thighs to grasp and toy with his testicles and her middle finger stroked the ridge of skin between his sack and his anus.

Sara felt Sam’s body respond to her touch. His buttocks clenched as she touched his anus, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, recovered and let her teeth run along his length as she drew back her head, before bobbing it down gain to take him deeper and deeper into her throat. Her palms now moved to Sam’s buttocks, steadying them both as Sara repeatedly took Sam into and out of her mouth.

Sam felt the very early stirrings of an approaching climax.

“Midge. Not too much!” he croaked.

Sara pulled her head away slowly, lingeringly, running her lips up his shaft and tantalisingly over Sam’s pulsing head, tasting the tiny eruption of precum on its tip.

“Lie down.” She commanded.

Sam’s knees bent and he lowered himself to the ground, lying on his back, his trousers and pants still around his ankles. He looked up at Sara who stood, releasing her hair from its band and shaking it in the moonlight. He watched as she kicked off her shoes and lifted her dress.

Sam watched spellbound as Sara quickly removed her white knickers and threw them at her handbag on the floor. Approaching Sam’s prone figure, she straddled him, her dress gathered high above her waist. Sam could just make out the familiar dark triangle between her thighs before she lowered herself onto him. One leg placed either side of his waist, Sara knelt over her brother Sam, the heat of her vulva tangible on his skin. She reached behind her buttocks and grasped his iron-hard cock, directing it towards her warm, moist entrance. Sam felt his tingling tip parting her outer lips as he began to penetrate her body.

Sara sat back firmly onto Sam’s cock, driving it fully into her; gasping with pleasure as her weight forced his huge erection deep into her body. She felt the pressure high up inside her as his head deep within her, pressed firmly against her cervix, and the roughness of the thick base of his shaft stretched her tight inner lips far apart. She settled slightly, adjusted the position of her legs, then raised herself on her knees and with a croak, began to lower herself again onto him.

Sam felt himself sliding in and out of Sara’s body as she rode him, tiny grunts escaping her mouth with each downward stroke. He felt his tip being pounded within her and the tightness of her vagina gripping his shaft. Sara threw her head back, her hair falling over her pretty face as her own excitement rose with his and her rising and falling quickened. Sam knew with certainty that he was going to cum soon.

“God! Mmmmmmm!” was all he could utter.

He couldn’t tell if Sara had heard this, but her riding immediately became almost frenzied. Time and again she rose high on her knees until his cock almost left her body, her arms held wide to balance the mounting energy of her movements. Time and again she came down powerfully upon him, small wet arousing noises escaping their union with each stroke.

A now familiar wail began to fill the air as Sara’s climax built. She tried to stifle it but the force of her orgasm was too strong. Sam felt a burning in his spine as his cock took over and began to throb uncontrollably. As Sara began to climax, her tingling legs would no longer move to her command and she paused, shaking with the force of her orgasm, her vulva inches from Sam’s pubic hair, his cock bridging the gap between them.

Sam, seizing the moment, thrust his hips powerfully upwards in time with Sara’s rocking, each stroke driving his erection deeper and deeper into his sister’s body. Her legs, wide apart, stretched her labia wide open and in the moonlight he could see, hear and even smell his shaft penetrating the beautiful body he loved so much.

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The Talk Ch. 02

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Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are portrayed as being 18 years of age or older. This work does not, in any way, condone sexual misdeeds conducted by family members and should not be perceived as such.

If you like where this is going, please let me know in the Public Comments section at the end of this story. And, don’t worry, there IS more to come!

By the time I had made it back to our bedroom, my wife Kathy was already in the process of preparing for bed. As she lifted her dress over her head, she heard me close our bedroom door and immediately began to talk.

“Can you believe those two?” she asked, her voice muffled. Her head appeared as the dress finally came off her body to reveal, and I cannot say this often enough, the most beautiful woman in my life. Her plentiful, large breasts, ensconced in a green lace bra from Victoria’s Secret, jiggled and swayed with the motion of her body as she looked at me with a perplexed expression on her face. “What in the world’s come over them?”

I smirked at her, sinful thoughts already in my mind of she and I rolling around in the sheets, but I forced down the thoughts in order to remain in husband/daddy mode. I shrugged and shook my head with amusement. “Aside from hormones and a burgeoning appreciation of all things sexual, I haven’t a clue.” She stared at me as though I had missed the point of her question. I relented and approached her as I began to unbutton my shirt. “Listen, honey,” I said seriously, “they’re KIDS. Grown kids who’re in the verge of becoming full-fledged adults, but they’re still kids. And they’re going to test boundaries and push limits. It’s what they do. Be thankful that they TALK with us instead of just jumping to their own conclusions, okay? I have no doubt in my mind that if she were dedicated enough, Sue would have absolutely NO problem seducing her brother.” I gazed at my wife’s eyes. “I didn’t see that kind of prevarication in her behavior tonight, did you?”

“In regards to David?” she asked. “No. But you…. I’m not so sure.”

“What?” I asked incredulously. “What in the world are you talking about?”

Kathy’s eyes twinkled mischieviously. “Oh, come on, I was a girl once, too. I know the looks, okay?”

I was totally baffled and took a step back. For the life of me I thought she was about to accuse me of something and I wanted to be prepared for the onslaught, even though I was totally innocent of any wrongdoing. I had patently NOT given any “looks” of any kind to anyone in that room- other than the stern, fatherly looks any good dad would wear when putting his children in their place. “Looks? What looks?”

Kathy sat down on the bed hard, which caused her tits to bounce a little, and bent her panties so that the slightest tuft of pubic hair (of which there was very little to begin with) peeked out. “HER looks,” she said haughtily. “While I was making it clear that I was happy with you as my lover, your attention was still focused on Dave. I don’t know if you caught my glimpse at you, but it was because I’d noticed ‘the look’ on Sue’s face.”

I repeated myself more carefully this time, calmer. “What. Look.”

“All girls get it when they’re looking at a guy they’re thinking about dating or kissing or fucking. It’s the ‘I wonder if he’d give me an orgasm’ look. It looks both cunning and coy at the same time. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it before.”

I arched my eyebrows in surprise. “From you? Plenty of times. From our daughter? Never.” I sat down next to Kathy, stunned at this revelation.

Kathy, however, seemed more annoyed than truly upset. “I played dumb, like I didn’t notice it, but us girls- we have a sixth sense about these kinds of things. We’re very territorial about our men. Especially when the man in question can make me feel the way you do.”

A very noticeable aspect of my ego inflated at hearing that, but I merely smiled appreciatively. “Jealous?” I asked. “Of our daughter?”

Kathy glowered at me. “Not yet. And I’d very much like to keep it that way. Capiche?”

I kissed my wife gently and quickly on her lips. “Honey, of all the people in the world I could cheat with, OUR DAUGHTER is the last on the list. DEAD last.”

Kathy was quiet for several long seconds. When I noticed the silence, I asked what was on her mind NOW. She bit her lip. “Paul? Are you still happy with me? Sexually?”

I paused in the process of unbuttoning my jeans and looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “What in the hell brought THAT on?”

“Well…” she said quietly. “You’ve just admitted to me that, one, you’d cheat on me and, two, our daughter is on a list of people you’d cheat with.”

It took a Herculean act of willpower NOT to roll my eyes. I brought my hand up to her chin and held her so that she could look nowhere else but at me. “Look,” I said, “you are my WIFE. There is no list and I’d have to be the world’s biggest idiot to cheat on you, EVER. You’re the sexiest woman alive. Bar none.”

She actually looked worried. pendik escort “Really?”

I kissed her firmly but lovingly. When our lips parted I said, “Absolutely.”

She pointed down at my crotch. “Then why do you have a hard-on?”

I glanced down at myself. Indeed, I did have a hard-on. I laughed and looked back up at her. “With the world’s sexiest woman sitting next to me in her underwear? I can’t imagine.” I leaned in for a deeper kiss. “Maybe I should explain it to you.”

She visibly relaxed and wrapped her arms around me. “Hmmm… maybe you should,” she kissed just below my earlobe and then added. “A few times, just to be sure that I don’t forget.”

My hands began to roam her back and I felt for the clasp to her bra. “By the time I’m through, sweetheart, you’ll be lucky to remember your name.” The clasp came undone quickly and I helped her slide the garment off her chest. As the fabric slid away, I gracefully traced her left areola with my fingertips and pointedly avoided the actual nipple.

Her head rolled back at the gentle touch and she sighed. “Mmmmm…. I think I might be forgetting it already.”

I pulled back teasingly. “Is that so? Can’t have that. Go on. Tell me your name, woman.”

She looked at me with playful eyes. “Um… Salma Hayek.”

I stifled a laugh. “Be damned,” I said. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for years.”

Then she did laugh as she grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me fiercely. “Come get some,” she said as she pulled me back onto the bed with her. “I’ve got lots to give.”

That night we made love like two crazy teenagers. Not once did our talk with the kids about incest come up in conversation except at the very last, when we were done and about to drift off to sleep.

“Just don’t forget,” Kathy said dreamily. “You’re MY man.”

At first I had no idea what she was talking about except for the obvious fact that I AM her man, so I simply said, “Damn straight,” with a slight mumble. Just before sleep claimed me, my mind burped and reminded me that her statement had been a loaded one and the powerful love-making session had been a message from her, a signal to me that no one can make me feel the way I do like she can.

Three weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, Kathy and I were at the house, just enjoying some quiet solitude for a few hours while Dave was at work and Sue was out with friends. The peace was broken, however, when Sue breezed in. “Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!” She didn’t wait to hear our replies and just headed straight for the bathroom which was adjacent to our living room. “Be right back,” she called over her shoulder, “I’ve been waiting to do this for HOURS!” The bathroom door slammed shut after her.

I looked up at my wife with a bemused expression on my face as we both lowered our books. “Oh well,” I said. “It couldn’t last forever.” I heard the flush of the toilet.

Kathy chuckled and resumed her reading. The room was quiet for a few moments until we heard a shriek come from the bathroom. Kathy and I both set our books down with alarm. She looked at me with concern on her face and stood up. “I better go check it out,” she said. “Might be a girl thing.”

I nodded gravely at her and put my own book down to wait. I had lost all interest in the story when I heard our baby girl scream.

Kathy left quickly and knocked on the bathroom door. “Sue, honey? What’s wrong?”

“Mom?” Sue’s voice came through the door muffled. “Oh, thank God. Um… could you come in here, please?” I heard Kathy open the door and step into the bathroom quickly. Almost as soon as the door was closed I heard her give a small cry of surprise, too, which was quickly followed by an outburst of laughter. “Moooom!” Sue wailed. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!”

Their voices quieted down, too much for me to hear anything but the occasional murmur for endless seconds as they discussed whatever it was that had caused such a stir. Personally, I was damned curious, but stayed where I was out of respect. A few moments later Kathy came back out of the bathroom alone and walked over to me, a smile plastered on her face. She looked like she was about to die of laughter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She looked down at me and collected herself. “A tick,” replied my wife. “She’s got a tick.”

I arched my eyebrows. “So? Did you guys forget where the tweezers are?” I didn’t mean to sound insensitive, but that seemed like a pretty small problem, all things considered.

Kathy shook her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s… well… it’s WHERE the tick is located, that’s the problem. And you know me- I won’t go near a bug if I can help it.” This was true: Kathy had harbored a fear of insects ever since she was a little girl. I tried to counsel her through it, but we never managed to cure her of the phobia. In the grand scheme of things, it was a small and relatively easy fear to live with, so we let it go. Apparently, some fears are inherited, for Susan couldn’t stand the sight of bugs, either.

I stood up, certain maltepe escort of the fact that the responsibility had fallen down to me. “Okay,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll take care of it.”

As I started to head towards the bathroom, my wife grabbed my arm. “No. Wait. The tick… it’s…”

I looked at her, perplexed. “What?”

She looked down at her groin signficantly. I didn’t miss the meaning. “Down there,” she said. Then she looked up at me with wide eyes. I stared at her silently, not sure of how to proceed. “Maybe we should go to a doctor and have him pull it out?” she suggested.

I frowned at that. Insurance wouldn’t cover the doctor’s visit, just for a tick extraction, and even though we weren’t hurting for money, that would be a pretty silly waste.

Kathy, though, quickly reconsidered when she saw the look on my face. “You know what? Screw it. She’s your daughter. You’ve seen her naked lots of times-“

“BEFORE she hit puberty,” I reminded her.

Kathy nodded and then shrugged. “Still, that’s a pretty lousy justification for paying a hundred dollars just to remove a tick.” She paused a moment and then added. “You do it. But I’m watching.”

I was surprised a little by that. “It’s just a tick, honey.”

Kathy frowned. “Screw the tick. That’s our little girl, who’s not so little anymore. I’m watching.” She repeated herself and her tone made it clear that she wouldn’t back down on the matter.

“Daaaaddy!” Susan yelled from the bathroom plaintively.

I shrugged. “Okay,” I said to Kathy. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

Like soldiers on a mission, my wife and I marched to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw Susan. She sat on the toilet seat, her legs wide open, short summer skirt bunched up around her waist and no panties on. Her pussy was completely exposed. In the scant few seconds my eyes took in many interesting details. For starters, my daughter had quite a nice-looking pussy. Second, she shaved her mound (which made sense, seeing as how she was on the cheerleading squad and wouldn’t want stray pubic hairs to accidentally show while doing a kick at a game). Third, she was shaking like a leaf. Fourth, her pussy lips looked a little swollen, like they’d seen some recent activity (out with friends? Or a “FRIEND”?). And, lastly, there was a small speck of black on her left labia majora, which was undoubtedly the infamous tick.

I tried not to let any of this register on my face and forced myself to exude a confident, commanding and calm facade. I looked up at my daughter’s face and saw her wide, fearful eyes. All sexual thoughts about my daughter evaporated when our eyes locked, and my world became nothing but the concern for my Susan’s well-being. “Are you okay, Kitten?” I asked with care.

“No!” she cried. “I’ve got a BUG on my PUSSY! Get it off!!”

“Susan-” Kathy started to say, her tone threatening. I could tell that she was about to read her the riot act for cussing so openly in front of her parents.

I looked at Kathy quickly. “Let’s worry about remonstrations later, hon. More important things demand our attention.”

Kathy looked from me to Susan and back again, sufficiently chagrined. Considering the circumstances, a little cuss word was no big deal and, in fact, totally understandable. “I’ll get the tweezers from the linen closet,” Kathy said brusquely.

I knelt in front of Sue and kept my gaze on her eyes and nowhere else. “Any idea how you got it?” I asked her.

Sue didn’t even stop to think about it and just blurted out the truth. “I was messing around with one of the guys out in a field of grass. Nothing happened. I SWEAR it. We were just kissing and stuff. But our friends wanted to go see a movie, so we hadda stop. I musta got it when we were rolling around in the grass.” She looked a little bashful. “Sorry.”

I fought the urge to laugh at her predicament. Here she was, her legs splayed wide open for her father to see, and SHE was apologizing? What a pickle. I shook my head at her gently. “It’s okay, Kitten. You’re a big girl now and you’re going to do those kinds of things. I fully expect it.” I tried to direct the conversation to safer ground. “So, did you have fun, otherwise?”

“A little,” she said, somewhat relaxed that I didn’t chew her out for making out with some guy. “Mostly, we just shot the breeze and chilled.” She smiled a little more clearly. “The girls asked me to tell them a story while we were out there.” Telling her friends stories was kind of like a favorite past-time for Sue and definitely something her friends enjoyed. Sue, on top of a love for words, had been blessed with a powerful imagination. She could spin a yarn at a moment’s notice and tell it so convincingly that you’d have thought she’d written it years before and recited it from memory. Considering her upbringing, this was no great surprise.

“Really?” I asked. “What was this one about?”

Kathy came back with the tweezers and handed them to me before Sue could answer. “Here,” she kartal escort said. “I dipped them in rubbing alcohol first.” She looked at Sue. “They might be kinda cold. Sorry.”

Sue looked up at her mother with a small smile. “It’s okay, Mom. Thanks.” She looked down at me as I tried valiantly to look anywhere else but the Cause of our Dilemma. Then she looked back at Kathy. “Um… Mom? Are you gonna watch or something?”

I could sense Kathy tense in the doorway. “Do you mind?” she asked tentatively. Her tone wasn’t confrontational, but sweet-sounding.

“Actually,” replied Sue, “I was kinda hoping you’d hold my hand while Dad… um… works on me.”

Kathy walked past me to stand by Susan on the commode and looked down at me with a blank look. She took our daughter’s hand and said, “Sure, honey. I’m here for you.”

Now I DID roll my eyes. This was a tick extraction, not brain surgery. I flexed the tines of the tweezers and said, “Shall we begin or should I go get the portable CD player, put on some classical music to soothe everyone’s nerves?”

Kathy started to object to my tone, but Susan giggled. “No. Go ahead, Daddy. Take it out of me.” She looked down at me, her eyes once again wide with fear. “Will it hurt?” she said in a small voice, sounding for all the world like she was six years old again.

“It shouldn’t, Kitten,” I answered. “But tell me if it does, okay?” She nodded at me and bit her lip in anticipation. I closed my eyes to gather my wits about me and then opened them, returning my focus on my daughter’s vagina. The tick was still there and didn’t seem too intent on coming out on its own. I moved the tweezers in close and grabbed its tiny body with the tines. I pulled a few times and all I managed to do was make Sue’s pussy lips open just a little more on their own. Her pink flesh winked at me a few times and her inner walls glinted briefly in the bathroom’s harsh light. But the tick still did not want to come free. I tried again, but to no avail.

I sat back on my haunches and huffed in exasperation, frustrated that this was more complicated than I would have liked. I glanced around the bathroom and my eyes fell on Sue’s purse. “Kitten,” I asked, “would you happen to have any nail polish in there?”

Susan’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I think so. Why?”

“Nail polish will suffocate the tick, make it want to come out more easily. I’d rather not just yank it out and leave the head in. That might cause an infection and,” I nodded to her pussy, “that has got to be the WORST place to get an itch.”

Susan’s eyes narrowed as her mind clicked into gear quickly. “Wait,” she said with a wry grin crossing her beautiful features. “If you yank, you’ll leave the head in and cause an itch? Dad, in some cultures, that’s a GOOD thing.”

“SUSAN!” Kathy cried. “BAD JOKE!”

Susan batted her eyes innocently at her mother. “Aw, c’mon, Mom. What’s a little bathroom humor between adults?”

At that point, I couldn’t hold in my laughter anymore. I fell back against the wall and bellowed out with glee at the absurdity of the situation. I’m a big fan of a good pun and my daughter, even in her sensitive state, had managed to pull a whopper.

Kathy, however, was not amused at all. She leveled a severe look at me first and then Susan. Without a word, she grabbed Susan’s purse, opened it and withdrew the nail polish. She handed it to me with a stern expression on her face. “The label says it’s quick-drying,” she informed me. “Hop to it.”

I got my bearings and took the bottle of nail polish. I uncapped it and brought the brush close to Susan’s pussy lips. I cast an uncertain look up at both women and saw nothing but juxtaposition: while Kathy looked like she was about to lose her temper, Susan had the most exultant and expectant look on her face. Now that I knew what to look for, I could see The Look that my wife had described writ large upon Susan’s features. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and began to apply the nail polish in the area around where I figure the tick’s head probably was. I used small, gentle strokes of the brush and tried my best to be as clinical about the activity as possible.

Susan’s thighs jumped just the slightest bit when the brush first came into contact with her most sensitive skin, but she otherwise managed to stay completely still while she held firmly onto her mother’s hand. Kathy watched on silently with intense interest. Once the nail polish had been completely applied, I began to blow on it gently, more out of a force of habit than anything- that’s what you do to nail polish once it’s been applied, right?

The effect was immediate. Susan started to get a little more moist and audibly cooed, even while my wife held her hand. Startled, I stopped blowing and looked up at Kathy.

My wife was a study in conflicted interests. On the one hand she was watching her husband blow gently on her daughter’s pussy, while her daughter was clearly enjoying it. On the other hand, that same daughter had a parasite firmly entrenched in that particular area and it needed to be removed. I would swear that my wife looked like she didn’t know if she should shout or pout. After a few seconds she relented and gave me a small nod to continue, her eyes still wary.

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Katie Visits Wichita

Mrs. Jackson felt her cotton panties bunched up against her clit as she drove down Interstate-70 towards Wichita Kansas. Any movements caused a shiver to be sent up her spine. The sexy woman’s pussy was hot and wet. She hated long car rides, especially alone, but this was different. The naughty wife had spent a bit more time in front of the mirror adjusting her make up so it was perfectly applied and her hair was curled past her shoulders. She only wore a plain white t-shirt with no bra and her tan small khaki shorts that rode high up her thighs. Her sandals had been tossed onto the empty passenger seat.

As she traveled down the interstate, her fingers slowly rubbed her legs. Her hand slowly crept up her t-shirt and cupped her perfect round breast as she squeezed it gently. She felt the firmness of her chest. Her nipples were hard and almost painful to the touch. They poked out obscenely from her shirt as the air conditioning blew directly on them. As she passed cars or trucks on the interstate she glanced over and hoped they would look back at her.

For the past week, since the temporary job at Dr. Naz’s, she couldn’t stop thinking about her naughty afternoon. Her libido had been in overdrive since she tasted and swallowed jar after jar of sticky semen.

Her husband hadn’t been any help to her needs as he refused to see her or even talk about what had happened in Los Angeles. In fact her last communication with him was when he hung up on her after her lust filled afternoon at the sperm bank.

As she passed by the cars and trucks on the interstate, she slowed down and paced her SUV next to them. On more than one occasion the driver would gaze at her beauty. Naughty and depraved thoughts filled the married woman’s mind at what she was doing to them.

She loved teasing men and boys for that matter. A few days ago she flirted innocently with her neighbor Joechin in front of his high school and college friends. She saw the way they all stared at her hard body. She couldn’t help but glance at their crotches as she knew she was making them hard. Katie couldn’t help but giggle to herself as Joechin’s new girlfriend tried to pull him away from her. It turned her on the way men and boys stared at her hard body. It reminded her of a time when Fred had taken her to the adult theater in Kansas City.

The sexy mother pulled into a rest stop off of the interstate to use the restroom. She felt the lustful stare of the truck drivers as she walked towards the building. The scantily clad wife spent a little extra time standing outside of her SUV as she stretched and allowed the men to stare at her hard body and legs. She seductively bent over in front of two men who were working on their big rig. She looked out of the corner of her eye as one nudged the other. Her breasts hardened under her t-shirt.

When she glanced at the two men an unthinkable thought had entered her mind about walking over and seducing them. She looked at their rig, “I’m a horrible person,” she told herself as she got back into her SUV and drove back onto the interstate. She had vowed to herself she would never repeat what she had done with Phil or his friends. She wanted nothing more than to reconcile with her husband but sometimes she felt her lustful urges were uncontrollable.

She hoped a visit see her happily married sister would help ground her to what was important in life. Katie couldn’t help the depraved feelings that had erupted inside of her. She played on the website in their chat rooms during the mornings and masturbated in the afternoons and didn’t even look for a new job. She entered fantasy chat rooms and found herself engaged in a cyber-threesome as anonymous men told her how they would tie her up and abuse her body or fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Many times they would send her pictures of their hard cocks and they begged for her to return the favor. The hot wife was scared to reveal anything about herself on the website and politely declined to send any photos. She could only fathom their reaction if they knew who she was and if they discovered her starring role on a popular television reality show.

Even with the naughtiness that clouded her mind; Katie was excited to see her sister Justine. Mrs. Jackson’s nephew Scott was getting married and her sister invited her to the bachelorette party for his new bride. She and Fred obviously were unable to attend the wedding in the Bahamas later in the month because of their strained relationship. Katie had confided to Justine about her marital problems but didn’t divulge her indiscretions instead telling her the they were having a difficult time in their marriage.

By the time she arrived in Wichita; her panties were soaked with excitement. The short trip to Wichita put a strain on Mrs. Jackson’s finances especially since she had used money that was for bills to pay the young man $100.00 for his cum at Dr. Naz’s last week. Katie stayed at a pendik escort very cheap motel just off the Kansas turnpike as Justine’s house was filled with bridesmaids and Scott’s friends. As the hard bodied mother pulled into the Economy Motel parking lot she knew this wasn’t as extravagant as the ones she usually stays at but with money being tight she didn’t have a choice. It looked like a cheap hooker hotel or one that that would see on the Lifetime Channel as paint was chipping off the sides and an abandoned car was parked in the corner.

Once in her room she planned on spending the next hour playing with her aching slit. She tossed her bag on the bed and opened in and quickly realized she had left her toys at home in the dresser drawer, “Damn it!” she sighed. She had used her hand many times for the past week. She had teased herself the past few days and planned on using two toys, one in each hole, on herself. She wanted to spread out on the bed and abuse herself. The fact that she was in a shady hotel only made it more exciting.

Katie sighed in frustration and called her sister to let her know she was in town. Justine answered in a panic as she still had so much to do and begged her sister to come over immediately. She sighed regretfully as she fell back onto the bed and reluctantly agreed. Her hands pulled down her shorts as her fingers darted into her wet cotton panties. They were so wet. Her index finger barely touched her clit and it sent electricity up her spine. The hot wife glanced at the clock and knew she had to get ready.

The temptation to make herself cum was hard to fight but she knew it would only enhance her orgasm when she got back to the room after having a few drinks later in the evening. She pulled out her new aqua Mandalay cocktail dress from her clothing bag. It was one of the most expensive dresses that Macy’s had but it fit her like a glove. It was knee length with a deep v neckline. Two small shoulder straps held it in place so she needed no bra. The pearls and embroidery stood out on her hard body. A pair of her black high heels completed her outfit.

Mrs. Jackson had charged her dress on her MasterCard that was almost maxed out. She justified it to herself in that she would just return it after the party and get a refund so technically she wouldn’t be out the money.

Katie drove across town and helped Justine finish her errands as the bridal party arrived at her house. Both Scott and Taylor’s friends started out at the house with drinks. Katie couldn’t believe that Scott was getting married. He had just finished college with a degree in finance and landed a great job in Denver Colorado. He had met his bride Taylor at the University of Kansas and they had been inseparable ever since. It seemed like yesterday that he was just a boy begging for attention when they came to visit her and Fred but now he was a young adult. Shortly after a few drinks he and his groomsmen were headed out to their own activities leaving the young bridesmaids at Justine’s home.

Even though they only had a couple of martinis apiece, the young bridesmaids started to get a little silly and began talking about their sex lives. Talk filled their table about their bedroom romps with “bad boys” and anonymous pickups at bars. Katie listened intently to their stories as her panties grew moist as she thought about her own indiscretions albeit they happened after she was married to Fred. Taylor reminded Katie of herself as she was very reserved and didn’t add much to the conversations although it was probably because she was sitting next to her future mother in law.

After they finished another round; the matron of honor stood up and demanded the party move to the Circle Cinema to prepare the bride to be for the wedding night. Katie leaned over and whispered into her sister’s ear, “What’s the Circle Cinema?”

Justine cleared her throat and whispered, “It’s an adult store. We can stay here if you don’t want to go,” as her face reddened at the thought of helping pick up a sexual aid for her future daughter in law, “We can stay up and catch up like old times!”

Katie tried to hide her excitement, “No! We should go! It will be fun!” The wedding party quickly separated into their cars and drove down the streets of Wichita.

The Circle Cinema was a large concrete circular building and had been the subject of much controversy in Wichita. It screamed hardcore sex even from the outside. It looked seedier than the Strand in Kansas City. The bridesmaids giggled as they walked through the parking lot and into the front doors. Racks of dildos and vibrators were against the walls. DVD’s and hardcore magazines were everywhere and were divided into straight and gay sections.

The young bridesmaid who had suggested this trip in the first place noticed a curtained doorway with the words ‘Video Booth’ in red neon that hung above the door. In a group, the bachelorette party walked into the back of the store giggling maltepe escort at the thought of what occurred in the back of the business.

After the brightness of the front of the store, they were nearly blinded as they fumbled their way around the hallways that lead to individual booths. A lighted emergency exit door along the wall helped illuminate the hallways. Many of the booths were vacant but they noticed that some of the doors were closed. Sounds of hardcore sex movies could be heard behind the walls. The intoxicated young women whispered to each other as they speculated as to whether the men inside were masturbating or having sex with other men.

Katie peeked in one booth that was between two others. It seemed relatively narrow. There was a padded bench against the back and a slot for tokens. She noticed that the TV screen was secured to the wall that hummed with a blank screen. Her eyes focused on two oblong holes, one on each side wall, opposite each other, about waist level. They were lined with a smooth plastic and at least six inches in diameter. She could see the faint outlines of the benches in the booths on either side but neither was occupied.

Justine, who was right next to Katie, grabbed her arm. “Ohhhh gross!” pointing to the openings, “Holes so they can watch each other get off! Come on let’s go,” she hissed. “This place is disgusting!”

They walked towards the door and one of the bridesmaids purchased a cowboy hat that was draped with condoms that hung down. As she paid, “So..,” she asked casually, “What sort of clientele comes here? Gay or straight?”

The clerk was an older overweight man with numerous tattoos with a thick grey beard that didn’t seem surprised by the question. “Oh, some of each,” he mumbled. “More couples than you might think. Tonight is ladies’ night though,” pointing to a sign next to the register that showed a set of eyes next to a circular hole, “If you get bored later on,” he grinned widely as he looked at the young lady up and down lustfully.

The party froze as they looked at each other and then burst out laughing. The clerk arched his eyebrow and went back to his newspaper. The group of women quickly left the store, occasionally laughing again when one of them would state, “Ladies’ night.” They giggled all the way to back to Justine’s although Katie wasn’t laughing as hard as the others. She kept thinking about those two holes in the opposite walls of the narrow booth and the picture of the eye watching through the hole.

The night continued on as all the women, including Katie, received their fair share of alcohol. The hot married woman watched as the young ladies played silly games. Eventually the bride to be opened her bridal shower gifts and one of which included a huge black dildo. Katie gasped at the sight and diverted her eyes as her mind flashed back to Reggie. Her mouth salivated and her pussy twitched. Justine noticed that Katie covered her eyes with her hand, “I’m sorry. The girls can be a bit obscene!”

“It’s okay,” Katie mumbled as panties grew moist at the thought of Reggie abusing her mouth at the parking garage. Her panties were a moist mess and her body tingled from head to toe.

As the evening started to come to a close; Justine came up to Katie, “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep here? You had quite a bit to drink.”

“I’ll be fine,” as she reached out and gave her sister a hug as her mind raced, “I’m going to be getting up early tomorrow to head home and I don’t want to burden you.” However her thoughts drifted that she will soon be frantically moaning as she fucks her wet slit with her hand and wanted to be as loud as she wanted.

“Okay. I’m sorry you can’t go to the wedding. I’ll make sure to post a bunch of pictures to Facebook!” Justin added.

Katie stumbled out to her SUV and started back to her hotel. Her crotch was a moist mess and couldn’t wait to get off. The married woman was so horny. She saw the neon lights of the Circle Cinema down the street, her stomach lurched and her hands got clammy. Without even thinking she turned into the parking lot.

The hot wife sat for a moment in her car, “Just go back to the hotel,” she whispered to herself. The thought that she could be recognized seeped into her mind. She imagined everyone snapping pictures of her and posting them online. Her family and friends finding out but she justified it that she could tell anyone that she was only there for a bachelorette party, which was true.

Her nipples felt like hard thimbles under her aqua cocktail dress. She squirmed in the seat as she felt her panties rode up against her already wet cunt. “What am I doing?” she asked herself but before she could answer her own question she walked briskly towards the front door.

The clerk looked up at her as she walked in and the sexy wife wondered if he’d remembered her from earlier. A smirk on his face told her that he did. She felt his eyes removing her kartal escort dress as she walked by the counter.

Several men were browsing the shelves and all of them covertly watched her progress along the aisles, and each undoubtedly wondered why she was in the store by herself. The hard bodied wife made it a point to look at each of them and none had their phones out snapping pictures or frantically posting on Facebook or other social media.

A few of the men were nice looking and clean cut. They probably aged from early 20’s to late 60’s. Some of them were overweight and not attractive, and more to the point creepy, but the hot wife didn’t mind at this point. One of the creepier ones had oily hair and thick glasses causing his eyes to look huge. He continued to stare at her and was already breathing heavily. She loved what she was doing to them as she knew they were turned on by the way she looked. A shiver was sent up her spine as she thought about the men racing home and stroking themselves as they thought of her. A couple, probably in their late 30’s by the DVD’s, kept looking over at her.

Besides the couple in the corner; she was the only woman in the store. Roughly eight men milled around browsing over the movie and magazine selection. Katie felt them eyeing her hungrily. It excited her beyond belief.

She imagined the thoughts that must have been going through the men’s minds as they looked at her. She felt exposed, almost nude, on display for them. A tall middle aged black man wearing a designer suit watched her every move intently. He looked like a cross between Denzel Washington and Morgan Freeman and was attractive. Katie felt he looked out of place as much as she did.

The hot wife walked into a corner of the room with the sex toys. A twelve inch black dildo stood out among the other. She pulled it off the display shelf. She wrapped her fingers around it and they couldn’t even come close to touching. It was thick with veins and had a base of two large testicles. As she held it in her hands she imagined forcing it up into her which caused her breath to quicken. She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Her hands shook as she stared at the price of $95.99. She couldn’t afford it and if she charged it Fred would know what she had been doing. As she placed it back on the shelf she saw the black man smiling at her. The married woman suddenly felt embarrassed as her face reddened.

She looked over and the couple that was by the DVD’s had joined her in the corner of the room. Katie glanced over and noticed their wedding rings. From the wife’s posture it was apparent that she didn’t want to be there and immediately cowered behind her husband. Katie watched as his short wife nervously looked out into the store and made eye contact with a few of the men, “Brad,” she whimpered, “Let’s just go home!”

Mrs. Jackson walked behind them as he looked over at his wife, “Demi,” he sighed, “Just give it a minute or two. Let them look at you.” The couple instantly reminded her of her own marriage and how she was so reluctant to try new things with her husband. She remembered the way Fred had acted in the theater and couldn’t help but compare the couple to her and Fred. A feeling of guilt erupted inside of her knowing she was her by herself.

She looked back at the couple as the husband pulled his wife closer. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as he felt up her large breasts in front of everyone. She wore quite a bit of make up with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She looked trashy in her short black skirt and a tight blouse that stretched across her large chest. Katie only imagined it was at her husband’s urging.

Mrs. Jackson glanced over at the drapes that lead to the video booths and strutted up to the cashier. The old man behind the counter had barely taken his eyes off of her or the couple since she had walked in.

“Uhmmmm, could I get,” hushing her voice, “Could I get some tokens?” Katie asked as she slid a ten dollar bill onto the counter towards the big man.

“Sure thing,” he grinned. He took the ten and returned a handful of gold medallions to Katie and winked, “Enjoy yourself.” His hand seemed to linger on hers as he dumped the coins into her hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Mrs. Jackson’s heels clicked across the tiled floor as she disappeared past the makeshift door. Once her eyes adjusted, she quickly found the booth she spied earlier. She walked in and closed the door making sure it was latched and locked. The walls were thin with only a plywood panel between her and the persons on either side. A small condom machine hung on the wall behind the door. The sounds of the movies spilled over as did the movements and moans in the backroom.

Her little room smelled musty and dirty. She felt her heels sticking to the floor as she moved around in the tiny space. It felt so wrong and so naughty but her stomach was in knots with excitement. Katie stood there for a minute as the tokens grew sweaty in her clenched fist. She glanced into each hole but nobody was in either booth. She swallowed nervously as she hung her purse on the back of the door, sat down, and slipped a few tokens in the slot.

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Chapter 1

My free fall into a lifetime of infidelity began two nights before my wedding. After the rehearsal dinner, the wedding party went back to my wife’s brother’s house to party. That’s when the booze really started flowing, the hash and marijuana were broke out and everyone began getting drunk and stoned. My wife’s cousin who wasn’t much of a drinker and had never smoked before got totally wasted and passed out. My brother-in-law carried her upstairs to one of the bedrooms. As the partying continued, either my wife, her brother, his wife or I would venture upstairs to check on Carla. On my second trip to check on her, I almost had a heart attack when I opened the door; Carla had kicked the blanket off and was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and her skirt bunched up around her waist showing off her red panties. Her halter top had also shifted and one of her tiny tits was completely exposed. Quietly I closed the door and walked over to the bed. Kneeling down next to the bed, I began thinking about whether I should just cover her up or take advantage of the situation since she had always teased and flirted with me the whole time I dated my wife. What the fuck, I thought to myself; I may never get this chance again. I reached out and placed my hand on her exposed tit, squeezing it gently and asking, “Carla are you okay? Do you need anything?” All I heard was some mumbling as she grabbed my hand and held it tight to her breast, I could feel the nipple hardening as I continued playing with her little boobs.

Damn, I thought to myself, I better get back downstairs before someone comes looking for me and slowly removed Carla’s hand from mine and after giving her tit one more squeeze, pulled the blankets back over her and left. Returning to the party, I saw that my brother-in-law and his wife were both passed out on the couch while my wife and the rest of the bridal party were playing some stupid drinking game. Not wanting to draw any suspicion, I sat down and started playing the game. After a few minutes, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

“Could you check on Carla while you’re upstairs?” my wife asked as I headed up the steps.

“No problem hon.” I replied.

Re-entering the bedroom, I removed the blanket that was still covering Carla. Fantastic, I thought to myself, nothing has changed, one tit still hanging out of her top and her legs spread still showing off her pretty red panties. Kneeling back down, I leaned forward and captured her puffy pink nipple with my lips. As I started sucking, feeling it get longer and harder the more I sucked, I gently placed my hand on her tummy at the top of her panties and slid it under the waistband of her panties. Slowly I began the trek downward with my fingers past her tuft of pubic hair until my hand was cupping her little pussy. I could feel her getting hotter and wetter as I was sliding my middle finger between her little pussy lips. I heard more incoherent mumbling as I penetrated her tight hole with my finger and started finger fucking her. Man, this is one tight pussy; I thought to myself, I can’t wait to bury my dick inside her.

Releasing her nipple and removing my hand from her panties, I stood up, dropped my pants and underwear and knelt between her wide spread legs. Grabbing her ankles, I lifted her legs up against my chest, slid her panties to the side, lined up my steel hard shaft with her tiny hole and drove my manhood into her tight cunt with one thrust. It was so tight that it felt like my dick was in a vice. I remained still for a moment then slowly began sawing in and out of her hot wet tunnel until I could feel her loosing up a little. I sped up my thrusting as I felt my balls start to tighten up and that familiar tingling that I feel just before I cum. Faster and faster I slammed into her, my balls slapping off her cute little ass until finally with one last thrust, I buried my entire length in Carla and exploded with the most intense orgasm of my entire life. It felt like my balls were going to be sucked up through my shaft along with my semen. After putting her panties back in place, I went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to the drinking game.

“How’s Carla?” my wife asked.

“Still dead to the world.” I answered.

About an hour later, I again excused myself to use the bathroom. When I got to the bedroom where Carla was, I saw the door was slightly open. Quietly opening it more, I stuck my head inside. Lo and behold, there was my younger brother and best man, Joe, fucking Carla who was now semi-conscious.

“Yes, yesssss!” I heard her moan as Joe drove into her one last time. I could tell by the way he was shaking that he was emptying his balls into her tight cunt.

A couple months after returning from the honeymoon, I got a call from my brother Joe.

“I really fucked up big time Mac!” he exclaimed.

“What now bro?” I asked.

“I knocked up Rita’s cousin Carla.” he said.

And then he rambled on about fucking her the night of the party and how she wants to have the baby and get married.

Damn, I thought to myself, I’m most likely the father since I came in her before Joe. pendik escort Luckily we look so much alike, no one will ever know except me.

Chapter 2

I began working in the engineering department of a large design firm soon after I got married. I was told that the group secretary, Kelly, was a real cold bitch. I found out that this wasn’t really the case; I guess that the other engineers in my group were real “male chauvinists” and treated her like shit. When I first started she treated me the same as the other guys but after a couple months started to loosen up toward me after she realized that I wasn’t like the rest of the group and treated her nicely. I guess it all started since both of us usually arrived about 1/2 hour before starting time. I used this time to read the sports section of the newspaper. One day she stopped in my office as I was reading the paper and that’s when I found out that she was a big sports fan. Every day she’d stop in while I was reading the sports and we’d chat about the recent happenings with the local teams, college, pro or high school. As the weeks went on she would stand closer and closer to my chair until one day I felt something smooth pressing against the side of my bare arm. With a quick glance, I noticed that is was her thigh. I didn’t move since I didn’t want to startle or alert her figuring she’d slap me or worse than that report me to the head of the department. Over the next few weeks, she would hold her bare thigh against my arm a little longer each day until her soft smooth thigh was pressed against me from the time she came into my office until she left.

One day I decided to try something different so I raised my chair up and instead of resting my forearm flat on the arm of the chair; my elbow was hanging over the chair arm. This time when she pressed against me, my elbow was pressed right against her pussy. I felt her tense up when she realized something was different but she didn’t pull away over the next few weeks, she even began rocking her pussy back and forth on my elbow and a couple times I think she may have had a small orgasm since she held herself tight against me and moaned ever so lightly. It got to be that I could tell when her period would start, the closer she got the more she rubbed.

After about six months, one of the other engineers got a promotion so it was decided to have a little going away get together at the local pub where a few of us would go each Friday after work. I asked Kelly on the Monday before if she was going and she said she wasn’t. I kept hounding her about coming for the next few days. Friday morning, I could sense by her actions that she’d be starting her period in the next few days. So while she was rubbing my elbow, I kept insisting that she should come to the get together that night and she said she’d think about it.

I was sitting at the end of the bar with my back against the wall when Kelly walked into the pub looking around for our group since it was more crowded than usual. Standing on the rung of the barstool, I began waving my hand to get her attention. After a few seconds she spotted me and worked her way to where our group was gathered. Since there were no more seats at the bar, trying to act like a gentleman, I got up and gave her my stool. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when, as she slowly got up on the stool, her skirt split open, her legs spread and I was staring at the crotch of her deep red panties. Looking up, I could tell she caught me staring and figured she’d give me an earful and embarrass the shit out of me but she just smiled a little and turned to face the bar. After getting the bartenders attention, I ordered her a drink and squeezed myself in between the wall and her stool placing my foot on the bottom rung of the stool. After downing a couple drinks and some general sports talk, the band began to play and Kelly swiveled her stool to watch them and the dance floor causing her ass to rest gently against my crotch. After a couple more drinks and a few more songs, Kelly began swaying back and forth with the music rubbing her fine little ass against my ever hardening dick. Taking a chance, I pushed my hard-on tighter against her butt. She reacted by sliding back and rubbing harder. We continued like this for another couple song then the band announced they were taking a break and put on a tape with slow songs. Turning her head, Kelly asked me to dance. As soon as we got on the dance floor, Kelly threw her arms around my neck, laid her head against my chest and plastered her pussy against my throbbing hard on, grinding against me like there was no tomorrow. About the middle of the third song, Kelly stood on her toes and whispered in my ear that she had to go to the ladies room. Figuring that she had come to her senses, I headed back to the bar, ordered a couple more drinks and waited her return. When Kelly returned and sat back down facing the bar, I noticed the wrap-around skirt she was wearing was hanging down on either side of her legs, exposing her thighs almost up to her crotch. Between the alcohol and the once again throbbing hard-on in my pants, I decided to press my luck and placed my hand maltepe escort midway up her bare thigh, lightly stoking it back and forth as we continued our sports talk.

“It’s getting a little warm in here.” Kelly said as she removed her jacket.

“That’s better.” she exclaimed as she laid her jacket across her lap covering my hand while sliding forward so that my fingers were nearly touching her twat. Close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from her core.

I continued my venture northward on her thigh until my finger gently touched the crotch of her panties all the while continuing talking like nothing was happening. Ever so lightly, I began rubbing my finger back and forth across the crotch of her panties, feeling them getting wetter and wetter. Taking another chance, I slipped my finger under the leg band of her panties and inched my way toward her hot wet slit. I heard her sigh slightly as my finger slid across her blood engorged lips and a sharp intake of air as I slipped my finger into her dripping wet hole. It felt like I had my finger in furnace, she was so hot. We continued talking like there was nothing going on as I slowly slid my finger in and out of her tight twat. I think she almost jumped out of her skin when I touched her clit.

Leaning over, Kelly whispered in my ear, “Mac, I’m too drunk to drive home, would you drive me? It’s only a couple minutes away.”

“No problem, Kelly” I answered as I slid my finger from volcano like hole.

After helping her get in my car, I went around to the driver’s side and got in. No sooner than I pulled out of the parking lot, Kelly slid over next to me and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and stuck her hand inside my boxers and started rubbing my rock hard cock.

“I hope you don’t think I’m a slut, I’ve never done anything like this before, I don’t know what’s come over me.” She rattled on while stroking my aching dick. All I could do was moan as her gentle touch brought me closer and closer to blowing my load. Luckily we got to her place just in time, another 10 seconds and I would have had a pants full of cum. I pulled her hand off my prick, hurriedly zipped up and buckled my pants and ran around to open the door for her. As she was about to get out, she fell backward most unladylike, her legs spreading wide her wet red panties completely exposed. “OOOPPPPPSS.” She giggled as I took her hand and helped her get up and out of the car.

“Hold on tight.” I said, putting her arm on my shoulder and mine around her waist and began walking her up the walk to the front door. As we slowly made our way, Kelly knees started buckling a little causing my hand to slide up from her waist until my had was completely covering her tit while her free hand was latched onto my crotch. I really didn’t realize this until I heard her moan, “MMMMMMMM, feels nice.”

When we reached the porch, I sat her down on the chair next to the door, “Keys?” I asked.

Fumbling through her purse, she pulled out her key chain and handed them to me. After opening the door, and getting her to her feet again, I helped her into her house.

“Where too?” I questioned.

“Straight ahead, shecond door on left.” Kelly slurred.

“Shtop, Bafroom. Quick.” She drunkenly shouted as she pointed to the door right next to me.

Walking her in to the bathroom, I stood her in front of the toilet and started to leave.

“Mac, help please before I pee my panties.” She said.

Turning back, I saw her swaying back and forth, trying to lift her skirt and push down her panties.

Quickly I went back and lifted her skirt.

“Hurry, hurry” she pleaded as I stuck my hands under the waistband and pushed her panties down to her knees and eased her down on the toilet. None too soon, as she let loose with a wicked stream of piss as soon as her butt hit the seat. While she continued relieving herself, I took her panties off her legs and undid the button on her skirt and pulled it out from behind her leaving her totally naked from the waist down. Holy shit, I thought to myself, she’s got one fucking hairy pussy. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, tossing in into the pile with her panties and skirt, lastly off came her bra, now she was totally naked and she still had not stopped me.

When Kelly finally stopped peeing, she opened her eyes and started to reach for the toilet paper.

“Let me do that for you.” I said as I grabbed a couple pieces of paper and wadded them up. Spreading her legs apart, I saw her blood engorged pussy lips come into view. Reaching in, I wiped the few droplets of pee, dropped the paper and slid my finger into her tight hole.

“YESSSSSSSSSS!” she shouted throwing her head back as I began sawing in and out of her love tunnel while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“put your arms around my neck and hold on tight.” I instructed her. Once she had her hand locked around my neck, I pulled my finger out of her pussy, lifted her slightly off the seat, placed my hands under her ass and picked her up so that her legs were wrapped around my waist. From this position, I slipped my finger back inside kartal escort her hot wet hole and proceeded to the bedroom. When I got to her bed, I squatted down and sat her on the bed. Standing up, I removed my clothes, my cock so hard that I think I could have stuck it through a piece of steel, and moved back toward Kelly. She had this blank stare on her face as my dick inched closer and closer to her face until it was bumping up against her lips. She looked up at me questioningly as I began rubbing it back and forth across her lips while pushing slightly forward. She finally got the idea and opened her mouth letting the purple mushroom head slip into her mouth. She remained still, not doing anything. Looking down, I asked quietly, “never done this before huh?”

She shook her head “NO”.

“Just pretend you’re sucking on a lollipop, I’ll do the rest.” I moaned, as I began work my stiff shaft in and out of her suctioning mouth. Since I didn’t want to cum in her mouth with this being her first time giving a blowjob, I only kept it up for a minute or so before pulling out. I gently eased her onto her back on the bed and climbed between her thighs. She had a nervous but excited look on her face a s I leaned over and took one of her eraser sized nipples in between my lips and began sucking like a new born baby while once again slipping a finger into her womanhood. I alternated sucking bot of her nipples while fingering her tight hole until she tightened up and began tossing her head back and forth. Sensing she was about to orgasm, I removed my finger and placed the head of my dick against her pussy lips. I continued sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit waiting for her climax to begin, when her orgasm finally hit, she screamed like a banshee and I thrust my prick into her virgin love tunnel, tearing through her hymen and burying myself completely. Her vaginal walls were contracting so hard that it felt like my prick would be snapped off. I remained still until her orgasm subsided. When she opened her hers, they were sparkling and she had an immense smile, “Thank you” Kelly whispered. I slowly began sliding in and out of her hot little hole until she began to get in rhythm with my motion. Again, I could sense her getting closer and closer to cumming so I picked up my speed. Now I could feel my balls tightening up and knew I was also close. A few more thrusts and she again clamped down on my shaft as her second orgasm rushed through her body causing me to cum so hard that it felt like my balls were being sucked up through my shaft. When I was finished emptying my balls, I collapsed sideways, shaking and breathing hard, my still hard, bloody, cum covered cock exiting her no longer virginal twat with a pop.

Kelly rolled onto her side and leaned over and kissed me lightly. I noticed a tear in her eye as she said, “I don’t know what came over me, I hope you’re not upset. I don’t want to mess up our friendship.”

“I’m fine, this doesn’t change anything.” I said as I wiped away her tear.

“My gosh, it’s still hard as she straddled me and impelled herself on my dick and began riding me like a wild woman until we both screamed out in ecstasy as our orgasms tore through us one last time.

“Thanks for a wonderful evening and I’ll see you bright and early on Monday.” I told Kelly as I left.

While we continued to flirt and play touchy feely for the next couple years, we never ended up screwing again. She did however give me a blowjob at the company picnic and I showed her the pleasure of having her pussy tongue lashed at the company picnic the next 3 years before I moved on to a new company.


I would love to go into the details of my 3rd trip down the road of adultery since this was really an affair that lasted almost 4 years that started when the young lady was a freshman and ended when she graduated and went off to college. All I can say is she became a borderline nymphomaniac after losing her virginity and was open to just about anything.

My cheating life continued after I was transferred to a small town on the east coast. The motel where I stayed had a bar attached that was the hot spot for the surrounding area and was jumping every night except Sunday. The females outnumbered the males by almost 2:1, a virtual meat-market, almost everyone friendly, especially if you bought them a drink or two or three.

There was one young lady that caught my eye the first night I was there, she wasn’t a raving beauty nor was she a dog, just cute in that girl next door way. She wasn’t well endowed in the breast department just barely a B-cup but she had an ass that had to be one of the finest specimens I had seen. Over the next week or so, I figured out that she and her 2 girlfriends were regulars, they’d come in around the same time each night, grab one of the tables that circled the dance floor, nurse a drink for an hour or so and while her friends danced with every swinging dick in the place, she’d only dance with her friends although many guys asked her. Around 1AM they would leave. After about a week of observing and trying to look like a gentleman and not a horn-dog like the other guys, I began send drinks for her and her friends with one of the waitresses who took good care of me because I tipped her very well. I just sat at my table and would smile at them after the waitress delivered the drinks and pointed to who bought the drinks.

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Not long after my conquest of Louise I had an interesting encounter with a girlfriend. After I had gotten with Louise I was frustrated at work pretty much every day and had compensated by hitting the gym hard. I started to notice that when I was there this girl (she must have been like 24/25) was usually there at the same time as me. Initially I just enjoyed looking at her working out as she usually wore those tight black work-out leggings and a nice tight crop top showing of her flat stomach. She was there most days so she was obvious a bit of a work-out bunny. I wondered if I had just missed her before or if she was new.

Anyway didn’t think much of it until one day she took the treadmill next to mine, she was powering her way through a hell of a run and I was enjoying a few glances sideways at her body which was looking great with a nice sheen of sweat on it. With her hair in a ponytail she was a hot sweaty gorgeous sight. I finished my run which gave me a chance to grab some water and watch her run. She had a great body not my usual type she was really skinny, not in an anorexic way, she was definitely towards the lower end of her ideal weight and man she looked good on it. She was probably naturally slender but as I watched her run I couldn’t help but imagine pulling back on her honey blond hair and kissing the sweat off her neck as my other hand roamed over her body. Her legs would feel so bony wrapped round me and her tight little butt suggested she would be tight as fuck.

Had to snap myself out of it, suddenly realised I was just standing there watching her, I’m such a pervert sometimes. Anyway I finished my work-out and left and apart from thinking about her later while jerking off I didn’t really think anything of it. That’s just what it’s like to be a guy right? hot girls everywhere and sometimes the mind just takes off on a flight of fancy.

As it happens I saw her so often in the gym over the next few weeks that we started to smile and gradually say hit to each other and occasionally occupying the equipment next to each other. It wasn’t until one night I was in the Sauna and she came in wearing a bikini that made it almost impossible to not stare at her that we actually spoke.

“Oh hi,” she said. “I just started to use the Sauna everyone says its so good for you after a work-out.”

“Yeah it sure is,” I just about managed to say without sounding like a tongue tied school boy. “Really eases out the muscles.”

As she stretched out opposite me I got a great look at her gorgeous legs and well pretty much every other part of her body, with so little on I could see that while she was skinny she definitely wasn’t too skinny just a very slender young lady. I could feel my cock responding to the amount of skin on show and where my thoughts were going. We didn’t really chat too much just sat and enjoyed the heat and relaxed.

“Right I need to cool down,” I said “Plunge pool time for me”

She laughed and said “Enjoy, I think I’ll take a bit more heat first.”

“No worries, see you tomorrow,” I said as I left.

“Yeah see you then,” she confirmed my suspicion that she was going to be in the gym most nights. Damn that was all the motivation I needed.

I noticed over the next few sessions now that we had spoken the hellos were a bit more genuine, more smiles as our gazes caught from time to time and we were on equipment next to each other a lot more.

I was grabbing a water as I had just finished on the bike when she came over to get a drink, towelling down the sweat on her neck after a good session on the stepper (I hate that machine). “You heading to the sauna?” she asked me.

“Sure am,” I replied “I really need it after that mountain climb session on the bike.”

She laughed and moved away saying “Well I guess I’ll see you in there.”

I doubt I’ve changed so fast. Sliding open the door to the sauna I saw she was indeed stretched out and already enjoying the heat lying on a towel.

“Hi there,” I said taking up a spot opposite here, there were a couple of other people in the sauna so beyond her answered hello there was little conversation. Good thing about sauna is that few people spend too long in it so it wasn’t long ’til we were alone.

“Thought they would never leave,” she suddenly said.

Laughing I replied “yeah, I was beginning to think they were here for the night.” I leaned forward towards her and reached out my hand “By the way my names Rob.”

“Oh yeah, cool,” she said sitting up and shaking my hand “I’m Sally, nice to meet you Rob.”

We exchanged a few of the regular pleasantries and then both lapsed into silence until she got down and said “right, gotta go cool down, see you tomorrow?”

“Hey,” I said, “fancy getting a juice at the bar after a shower?”

I saw her brief hesitation before she said “Yeah sure see you up there.”

I had ordered a juice and selected a nice corner seat when Sally arrived, she waved in my direction and I noticed her genuinely warm smile. As she approached pendik escort I could hardly keep my eyes off her she had changed into an Adidas crop top with the Adidas logo nestled perfectly between her small perky breasts and a pretty standard pair of legging with a sort of puffer vest on top, she looked hot as hell.

“So,” she said sitting down “you invite lots of girls for a juice after the sauna?”

I could tell by her smile that she was having a laugh but I detected a hint of tension behind the question.

“If by lots you mean just you then yeah,” I replied.

She had a pretty amused smile on her face as she considered my response. “Ha well yeah, as long as it’s just me lots then that’s OK I guess.”

“We’ll see,” I replied!

“So what do you do for a living?” I asked her.

She sort of shrugged and answered “I work in PR, so that means I have to go into an office with a bunch of girls trying to outdo each other in the fashion stakes, the skinny stakes and the who can get the best client stakes. It’s kind of competitive,” she said.

“Sounds terrible,” I replied.

“Yeah it sort of is,” she laughed.

I decided I quite liked her laugh and the way she sort of looked at me through her hair as she sucked her juice through a straw. OK I decided I need to know.

“Do you have a boyfriend Sally?” I tried to ask casually.

She sat back and looked at me quite directly before answering “I do Rob, we’ve been together about 2 years, he doesn’t do the gym so you’ll never see him here.” “What about you?”

“Ahhhhh it’s complicated,” I replied she smiled at that “strictly speaking I’m a free man but I did make work more complicated than it should be if you know what I mean?”

“Screwed the boss didn’t you?” she replied.

What could I do other than mock bow in her direction and say “yeah, yeah I did, she’s married as well.”

She threw her head back and laughed at that “naughty boy, you best not get any ideas about me, I’m a good girl,” she said.

Something about the way she said it and the look in her eyes told me this was unlikely to be the case. But game on she is in a relationship I wonder if I will get the same charge and excitement seducing her, probably not but still if I can fuck her it will still be all the sweeter because she is cheating.

At home that night all I could think of was fucking Sally hard, pulling her ponytail back as I took her doggy style and watching her little butt shaking as I ploughed her hard. I’m sure my neighbours heard me cum after having those thoughts.

I didn’t really have a plan for seducing this girl yet I needed to know her a bit better. So off to the gym I go!

Getting to the gym I was disappointed not to see Sally and was almost finished my regular workout when she came in. “Stuck at work?” I asked her.

“Yeah had to come direct as well which means I have heels and a dress stuffed in my locker. Probably have to iron later.”

I almost forgot to answer wondering if she wore tights or stockings with her dress and imagining her legs in high heels.

“Sure they wont be too bad,” I replied. “Enjoy your workout I’m heading for the sauna maybe catch you later?”

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Hey it’s Friday how about a drink?” I countered.

I figured she was going to say no at first but after a pause to think she said “yeah, yeah I’d like that.”

I looked at my training watch and said “45 minutes in the lobby and take it from there?”

“Sure, see you there. I best get working now,” she laughed as she said this and waved as I headed downstairs.

OK Rob OK calm down, take it easy it’s only a drink doesn’t mean a thing. Was what the small voice in the back of my head was telling me. My hardening dick on the other hand was telling me that he was far more positive that this meant he was getting out to play. I liked my dicks optimistic attitude better than that small voice in my head.

I got dressed and hoped that Sally wasn’t too smart that I looked scruffy next to her, but having seen PR girls in their work clothes before I realised this was probably a forlorn hope she was simply going to be stunning and I knew it.

As I waited I was imagining how good her legs would look in heels and stockings and when I turned around I had no need to imagine this any longer. I hadn’t considered bare legs as an option but it was quite mild. Her legs had a sheen to them following her workout and sauna they looked long, slender and silky smooth. I really wanted to touch them. Her dress was amazing a tight bodice showing off her nice slim body and then flaring out over her hips and falling mid-thigh. As she walked towards me her legs flashed from underneath the hem showing off their lovely shape and hinting at a whole lot more.

The thing is having seen her in workout gear I pretty much knew what her legs looked like, almost had their contours burned into my mind for the wank bank but still seeing those hints of thigh as she walked was so sexy.

“Hi,” maltepe escort she smiled at me. “Where we off to then?”

“Assume you’re localish got a favourite bar?” I asked.

Sally just shrugged at me and I laughed and said “alright then lets go to this place I know it’s not too far from here really if you can walk in those heels?”

She just laughed and punched my arm and said “high heels expert level here mate.”

“Alight then lets go.”

As we walked we chatted a bit and of course I was taking any opportunity to look at her. Like a typical guy I’ve gone on about how hot her body was but she really was very pretty with an oval face, big blue eyes and the way her mouth quirked up at the corner when she spoke just made her dimpled smile even more attractive when it broke out on her face. Oh man when she smiled her face really did come alive. I wonder what she looks like when she cums?

Getting to the bar it was busy but not overly packed but little chance of a seat.

“What can I get you?” I asked her and was not surprised at all when she ordered a white wine.

Grabbing myself a cool beer we moved into the crowd to find a place to chat. Taking a sip of my drink I was surprised by her first question.

“So tell me Rob, you fucked your boss, what exactly are your plans for me?”

I could hear her laughing as I spluttered into my beer, “errrr not sure what you mean,” I weakly replied.

“Oh come on Rob!” she exclaimed.

Taking a deep breath I leaned closer to her and replied “I want to fuck you as well, want to feel your body wrapped around mine and hear you moaning my name.”

“I knew it,” she said.

Shit I thought, shit she only asked me that to sucker me out of the I’m your friend line of seduction and I went and fell for it. Well at least she knew I wanted her now. Getting a bit more confident I replied.

“I’m sure you didn’t agree to come for a drink with another guy ’cause we’d just be friends,” I said with more than a hint of sarcasm at the end.

She shook her head laughing and I thought I’d blown it.

“No Rob I’m not some innocent little girl. Did you think I didn’t notice you mentally undressing me every week in the gym? Did you think that bikini was just what I planned to wear to the sauna?”

As she left the question hanging I could feel my cock throb to life reminding me that he knew there was a chance, mental note I should listen to my baser urges more often.

“So Sally,” I said “what’s your plan then it sounds like you actually have one?”

She took her time and took a drink of her wine flashing those baby blues at me over the rim of the glass. “I really don’t have a plan just thought I would cut the bullshit. As I just said I’m not an innocent little girl and I’m not single but as you pointed out I know we aint gonna be friends, well certainly not platonic anyway.”

“OK,” I laughed “a fair point well made”.

“So you want to fuck me Rob? You think I am so easy that a little drink in the bar will have me hanging on your every word and bouncing on your dick before the end of the night do you?”

“Errrrr have you seen yourself?” I replied. “Every guy in this bar has checked you out, even the ones that are with someone.”

“OH I know, I know how fuckin hot I am Rob. I work damn hard to be this fit and to not have the snooty bitches at work calling me a fat, ugly cow behind my back. But you see the thing is Rob I could walk up to that bar and flirt with any of these guys, take them home, fuck their tiny little brains out and have a great time but I don’t.”

I was really starting to like this girl now she was giving me a challenge and attitude and she did know that she could have anyone in the bar. I could hear the challenge, I’m taken Rob, I’m taken and I could fuck anyone in this bar, Rob, so what makes you so special!

“Glad to hear you don’t do that Sally,” I replied, as she arched an eyebrow at me I followed up with “because that would leave me standing here looking like a total prick.”

As she laughed at that she giggled “yeah you would as well.”

“at least we agree on that,” I laughed.

My mind was moving fast now, I had to have this girl I knew it and I was really horny now as well which is when you tend to make a mistake so I knew I had to take a step back, play it calm and not screw up I was pretty certain I was only getting this shot at getting her into the sack. Her challenge to me I felt had been pretty direct and I could feel that rush that I had with Louise come back and consume me.

The first drinks now pretty much done with Sally asked if I wanted the same again and went to the bar. This was good, this gave me thinking time. Given her boldness in challenging me, the sheer confidence of it I reckoned my only plan was to be just as bold. I’d already told her I wanted her. Already told her some of my desire I reckoned I had to lay it out there for her. Paint a picture for her and then see if she would choose to kartal escort take part. If I could get her to sleep with me I knew this was gonna be a great conquest. I had assumed that she would be easier as she wasn’t married but that was just me being arrogant and naïve.

“Here you go,” she said as she returned from the bar. “Figured out how to get me in the sack then?” she said.

I took my drink, straightened up to my full 6 foot height her in the eye and simply said “yes, yes I have,” and took another long slug on my beer. I could see the impact my statement had on her, she looked just a little less sure of herself for a second and then her sardonic smile returned to her face as she simply replied

“oh yes?”

While she had been at the bar I had been thinking and something about the way she had approached this being so up front, highlighting how hot she was and mention yet again the vanity competition she had going on at work had made me think that maybe just maybe she was slightly sexually submissive, that she just wanted to be told what to do. It was a gamble and I was gonna start slowly but confidently but I had decided this was my play. If I was wrong if she liked to be dominant, then I was screwed here and not in the way I wanted to be. But here goes nothing I thought to myself.

Before I said anything, I reached out and grabbed her arm, I could feel her tense as I leaned down to her and said quietly but close to her face so that she could feel my breath on her skin. “Oh yes indeed.”

As a look of surprise went across her face I was pleased to notice my grip on her upper arm was not currently being challenged. Touch is such a powerful thing and this was a power play.

“What I think Sally, is that you know, you really know that you are hot as fuck, you know that everyone wants you. I reckon you get off on the power play at work of being the skinniest hottest PR maven and that sometimes when you fuck your boyfriend you are imagining him actually doing what you want him to.”

She had looked down into her drink as I spoke and when she looked up there was a flush to her cheek. “Oh and what do I want him to do then Rob?” she asked the challenge still remaining but I was sure I was onto the right path now.

I moved my hand off her arm and around her waist and pulled her towards me. With an “Oh,” forming on her lips I could tell I had surprised her.

“You get bored being on top of your boyfriend” I said “get bored of coming in from work after all the power plays and he doesn’t pin you up against a wall and fuck you hard. You spend all the time in the gym releasing that frustration,” I carried on “you’re here tonight because you need a man who will tell you what to do and who will take you hard.” I was almost panting into her ear now and I knew she could feel my cock swelling against her.

As she looked up at me “is that right?” she said

“You know it is,” I said pulling her hard against my erection “you are going to come home with me tonight and once I am finished telling you what to do and when to do it, I am going to spank you for being such a bad girl and doing everything I asked you to do.”

As I said this I lifted my hand and lightly spanked her through her dress. She jumped and melted into me more moulding herself against me more.

I carried on “I’m going to spank you for being such a bad girl and cheating on your boyfriend, then I am going to get you so hot with my tongue and my fingers that you will beg me to fuck you, beg me to let you cum. You are going to be a hot mess of wanting, lust and desire and I am going to be the one that finally lets you discover what you really want.”

OK might have gone too far she could know what she wants but a lot of people just don’t.

She put an arm against my chest and I thought she was going to push me away but she simply looked up into my eyes and said “OK.”

“OK?” I replied

“Yes,” she sighed, “yes make me do all those things you want me to do, all those thing I’d never do for anyone else.”

“Finish your drink then,” I replied “it’s time to head home.”

I took her hand and led her out of the bar, I had chosen somewhere closer to my pad but first I had an urgent need and a submissive girlfriend that I didn’t want the lust glaze to come off of, I needed to keep this moving. I knew just the place as we walked down the street I kept an arm around Sally’s waist keeping her body pressed against me, continuing the physical contact was crucial for the next minute until we got to the spot I had in my head. We were still a good 10 minutes from my place but I had a plan now.

I quickly turned down a side street and moved around the corner a bit where it wasn’t easy for anyone to see us. Sally was looking at me with an air of anticipation. I put my hands on her shoulders and as I applied a downward pressure said “get on your knees.”

As she sunk to her knees I quickly unzipped and got my cock out “suck it,” I commanded.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and for a moment I wasn’t sure if she was going to do what I needed her to do or suddenly refuse! A tension hung in the air with Sally in the gutter on her knees, my hands on her shoulder and my cock bobbing a few inches from her mouth.

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My Fuckdoll

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“If you could create your perfect fuckdoll, what would she look like?” She asked after establishing that I was indeed heterosexual. I was struck by the irony that I was being interviewed by that very ideal for this project in my social studies class. Also, I wasn’t sure how I should feel about her using the word “fuckdoll” in an academic setting. Those two things and the fact that I was fairly certain that it would take a miracle to ever end up in the sack with Natalie Hardin put me in a sour mood.

“Natalie, you are my perfect fuckdoll,” I snapped. “But you can’t use the word ‘fuckdoll’ in an academic paper. Try ‘sexual ideal’ instead.”

Natalie was understandably taken aback. But not for the reason I would have guessed.

“Really? You think I am your perfect fuckdoll?” That is so awesome! I mean, I picked you because I liked you, but I had no idea you felt that way about me!”

Now I was taken aback. But there was more.

“So, assuming that I would be receptive to all of your desires, tell me what you’d like to do to me. And don’t lie. I’ve read your browser history.”

“You did what?”

“I airdropped your browser history. Very informative. ataşehir escort bayan But just so you know, I’m not judging. I am not exactly proud of my browsing history either, and in the interest of fairness, I would be happy to share it with you if you want.”

“I presume you mean to suggest that you surf the Internet for porn?”

“Yes. And I masturbate, too. Don’t be so naïve. And don’t dodge the question.” She looked at me intently. But now this wasn’t just academic for her. This was personal. “If I were putty in your hands, what would you do with me?”

“Okay, fine.” I acquiesced. I’d already divulged more than I ever dreamed I would by telling her that she was my fantasy fuckdoll. If she didn’t like my answer, I’d be no worse off considering that I never dreamed she would have any interest in me. And if she did like my answer, she might decide to give it a go. “The first thing I would do is kiss you. On the mouth. Slow and sweet until you opened your mouth to receive my tongue. While we were kissing, I would fondle your breasts until they demanded my full attention. I would lick and kiss your nipples, of course, but I would also just escort kadıöy enjoy fondling your breasts.”

“I didn’t know you were going to go porno on me. I thought you were just going to say you wanted to fuck me in the ass. You’re making me wet.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Hell no!” she said. “Do continue. And don’t pay attention to where my hand is.”

“Then I would inspect you. I would sit and you would stand in front of me. I would examine the fall of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the deliciousness of your ass, and of course, I would make you bend over and expose your most private parts to my penetrating gaze. No doubt I would fondle your ass a bit, since I am certain I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of it.”

“Go on,” she said, breathlessly.

“I would have you turn again to face me, and put one foot up on the arm of the chair, and then, with your pussy inches from my face, you would gently spread the lips aside to reveal the wetness within. Then I would make you play with yourself while I watched. Just about the time you were ready to cum, you would press your pussy against my mouth and my tongue could maltepe escort reap the benefits of your hard work.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she hissed quietly

I’m not gonna lie. The notion that she was actually getting off on my little story was a helluva turn-on. So, of course I kept going.

“And after you cum, you’ll lower yourself on to my now rock-hard cock and slowly ride it while we kiss and I fondle your tits. Eventually, I won’t be able to hold back the floodgates and my cum will erupt into you as I experience the best orgasm of my life, so far. The intensity of my orgasm coupled with your own arousal will lead you to have a second orgasm which will leave you gasping for breath.

“After that, you would lie on the bed, face down, ass up, so that I could lick and play with your ass. I would for sure drive my tongue as far up your ass as I could get it, massage your cheeks, and even put a finger or two up your ass for fun.”

“When I get hard again, we fuck missionary style. I impale you with my cock until we both cum and I leave another deposit of my seed deep inside of you.”

“Okay, suck on my fingers and I will be your fuck doll,” Natalie said.

She held out her right hand and it was obvious which two fingers she had been using to masturbate. I did suck on her fingers, right there in class. I don’t know if anyone noticed and I didn’t care. The girl of my dreams had just pledged to be my fuckdoll.

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My Girlfriend’s Best Friend

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We were at the movies with my girlfriend, Tina, and her best friend, Mary. My girlfriend didn’t know it, but I liked Mary. She was so pretty, with her tiny tits and her sweet looking ass.

That night when my girlfriend went to the bathroom, I started flirting with Mary. I started playing with her leg and then I moved on to play with her pussy. It excited her a lot, I could tell. Then after, she let me do almost anything I wanted to. I asked if she wanted to come to my house anytime soon. She said well of course, but I told her not that night because I was going to go to Tina’s house. She had been teasing me all day long.

When I went to Tina’s house that night, I broke her of being a tease alright, I fucked the hell out of her virgin pussy. It was so fucking tight, that it nearly broke my damn penis. The only reason I did that is because I, well I thought I loved her. But actually I didn’t at all, because of that promise I had made with Mary.

Around the next day (after all the love making), I called Mary to see if she wanted to do anything.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Let’s go mudding in my truck.” I suggested, hoping that she would say yes, and surprisingly she did.

The next day I went and picked her up at her house. She was dressed in a very short skirt and a tank top with no bra. She looked so fucking hot. I took her out Mud Lick and pretended to get stuck in a mud hole. We started talking about stuff for awhile, before she skidded over to me and said put out or get out. Then she started laughing. I didn’t think it was very funny, she didn’t have to tell me that I was ready any time she wanted to.

I took her hand. “Now I usually would have got out, but this time, I’m ready to put out. Only if you want to.”

She reached down and started playing with my penis. I’m sorry to say, but I wasn’t thinking of Tina at the time.

I first gave her a French kiss, then I took my hand, reached up under her shirt and started rubbing her luscious virgin breasts. She took off my shirt and told me to do the same, so I took hers off too. I started making out with her and then she showed me that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

I took my face and started eating her nice perfect pussy out. I could tell that she loved it, and that this was her first time. I used my tongue on the inside of her and rubbed her tight lips together it made her so excited I loved it. I was thinking that she needed to get a little loosened up before I stuck my seven inch dick inside of her. After that, she was ready or at least I thought so, but she took my pants off and my boxers, and started sucking my dick. For a virgin, she knew what she was doing. She gave me the best blow job I ever had. She was sucking it and playing with my balls, it felt so damn good. After that little foreplay, we both were ready. I escort ataşehir lifted up her skirt and laid her down on the seat. She told me to wait.


“Do you have a condom?” she replied.

“In the glove compartment.” She had to reach around me to use both hands. She got one but it was to little so she had to get another one. This one fit pretty good she asked if she could put it on.

I told her “Yes.” She told me to take it slow but I wasn’t going to. I love to fuck them tight and hard. Instead of doing what she asked, I rammed my seven inch dick inside of her. She let out a very loud scream, almost like a dang cat when you step on its tail. Then, she dug her fingernails into my back, but I didn’t mind it, actually I kind of liked it. She was the tightest virgin I had ever been with. She started bleeding after the fourth time and she was concerned, but this wasn’t my first time and I knew that it was right for a virgin to bleed like that. She didn’t think that it was very natural though.

I pushed it in farther, breaking her fragile hymen. I pushed into her even farther and reached up for her tits. I squeezed both relentlessly, both tiny breasts. I began a steady rhythm and Mary followed that rhythm. She pushed her hips against my cock. I was getting harder and harder inside her, she could feel it I knew.

She grabbed a hold of the sides of the cab and squinched her eyes in pain. I didn’t notice. I pushed hard and deep and broke through her cervix into her open womb. Her cherry had been popped by me, a kid she didn’t even know that well. I thrusted harder each time until I had all of him inside of Mary. My cock was deep inside her womb. It finally cums , My cock hits the right spot, and she has such a gushing orgasm she shakes for over a minute as she screamed in pleasure. Her vaginal walls contracted and that was all I could take. I shot my sperm into the condom. She felt my cum piling up into her . I didn’t stop for thirty seconds; it felt marvelous. Mary’s cherry had been popped and she loved it.

After that night I thought to myself ‘That was almost as great as the night before.’ We started talking to each other about the future , and that’s when I found out that I really loved Tina. I know, it stunned me just as much as it did you. I got to thinking about her and I started thinking how was I going to tell her about that night. I rushed Mary home after telling her that I don’t know how long Tina and I were going to last, but if anything happened I would look her up.

After dropping Mary off at her house, I took off for Tina’s house to tell her what happened and that I’m very sorry. Yeah I know, it sounds like a stupid move but sometimes it’s smart to be honest.

When I got to her house, I coasted into the drive because her parents were asleep. I creeped kadıköy escort up to her bedroom window, and pecked on it about five times. She moved the curtain to see who or what it was. She saw that it was me and opened the window to see what I wanted

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I really need to talk to you… may I come in?” I said.


I snuck inside her window so I wouldn’t wake up her parents. I’m so sorry, I did a very bad thing.”

“What did you do Ryan?”

“I found out that I love you like I love no other.”

“Now Ryan, that’s not a bad thing, actually that’s a good thing.”

“Yeah that’s what I thought too, but you don’t know how I found out.”

“How did you found out?

“Do you know your friend Mary?”

“Yes, what about her? What did you do?”

“Well, I invited her to go mudding with me.”

“Did anything happen between you two?”

“I could say no, but then I would be lying. Now wait before you get mad.”

“Ryan, why did you go and do that?!”

“I was wanting to see if I really loved you, to control my urges.”

“Well you couldn’t could you?”

“No, but know it wasn’t her fault, o.k.?”

“Now don’t you worry, I’m not mad at her.”

“I’m very sorry, when I figured out that I love you it was to late.”

“Yes Ryan, but that doesn’t make up for what you have done.”

“I know. Well, I at least I thought I should tell you myself.”

“Yes and I thank you for that, but still that doesn’t help much.”

“And if it helps any, Mary already called me and told me what happened.”

“What … I wouldn’t have thought that she would have done that, what did she say about it?”

“That you ate her out, and that she gave you a B.J., that you two made love together.”

“And what else?”

“She also said that it was as much as her fault that it was of yours.”

“She said that?”

“But then she said that she came on to you after you got stuck in a mud hole.”

“Wow she actually said that.”

“And you know that I’m still mad at you.”

“Yes, I know that you are but at least I found out that I really do love you.”

“That’s about the only thing that is good that came out of this.”

“But that still doesn’t erase the fact that I had sex with your best friend.”

“Yes and I think that is why you should leave.”

I didn’t talk to her in a couple of days and was starting to worry. But then I called up Mary to see what she was doing. She told me that she told Tina everything that happened that night. I thanked her. While we were talking, I got a beep. It was Tina. I answered it and said ‘yellow’ she kind of didn’t answer back. Then she said that she loved me but that we would have to break up, because of what maltepe escort bayan I had done. I agreed with her, cause it was a very stupid thing that I did, but I am a guy.

About five minutes after we got off the phone, I called Mary to see what she was doing again and to see if she wanted to do any thing. But of course, she said that she would love to, but she didn’t want to hurt Tina’s feelings. So in other words, I got the FUCKING shaft with both of the girls. I was so damn screwed. I didn’t have anybody to do or to love.

Then when I was going to get so fucked up that I probably would have to go to the hospital, Tina calls and says that she couldn’t help it. I was the first guy that she cried about when we broke up. She asked me all of the questions like “If we ever, I mean ever go back out will you cheat on me?”

“No.” I replied. We went on talking like that for a couple of hours, and that’s when she told me that she still LOVED ME. That’s when everything got quiet and I asked her, so would you ever go back out with me. It took her awhile to answer back, but then she said maybe. So then I asked her back out, but before I did I told her that I really did love her. Surprisingly she said yes.

Almost when we were done talking I asked her if she wanted to go mudding with me. “Well it depends, what are we going to do if we get stuck?”

“I’ll show you a little something I picked up last time I got hung up in a mud hole.”

When I picked her up her mom told me that I had to have her back at her house by one o’clock. I told her that I would. After that I took her to Mud Lick and hit every big ass mud hole to try and get hung up , but I just couldn’t.

She told me to pull over. “Right there! That’s far enough.” So, like a dog I did what I was told. This time she came on to me like stank on shit.

She first told me that she wasn’t really mad at me to begin with, she was just a little pissed off that I would lie to her about it. Then that’s when I realized that she was the most coolest fucking girl that I ever dated.

Then we started to get our freak on. She came over to me and reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and asked me for a light. I happen to have one cause I just did smoke some wacky weed. I lit it up and then she blew it in my face. That dumb bitch knew that I was trying to quit. So I tackled her inside of the truck and started ripping off her clothes, but before we got to far into it, I reached into the glove compartment to get a condom.

“You don’t need one of those.”


“‘Cause I’m on birth control you dumb ass.” She showed me the patch.

“You did this for me?”

“Well kind of, but my mom bought it for me.”

“I love your mom.”

“Yeah, I do too.”

Then I reached down for her pussy.


“Now what?”

“Let me do every thing.”


She threw me down on the seat and told me to just lay back and relax. I popped a Viagra and it gave me a huge boner. She gave it to me straight. “Damn, this is going to hurt in the morning.’

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The Stepfather

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This is an entirely fictional story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else.

My mother married another man in 1985. I was furious. He was everything my father wasn’t. He was nice, caring, let me do what I wanted. You would normally think that this is a great thing, but I wasn’t crazy about him because he never really talked to me. He just watched as I went about my business, silently. Commenting every so often. My mother was crazy about him. Don’t get me wrong, Tony is a nice man, but he looks at me. He watches me in a way sometimes that makes me feel funny. He will look at me if I’m sitting in front of the television, if I’m listening to music in the living room, or when I get out of the shower. I can feel his eyes on me. It makes me hot but I don’t know why. I don’t know whether I’m embarrassed or secretly impressed at his smooth talk, the way he doesn’t seem to care about anything. He was so easygoing it made you feel strange. He wasn’t like you would expect, he didn’t try to tell me what to do, he just observed. He never knew me when I was younger. I had always played the piano and whenever I do ever since he moved in he has sat and watched me play. I once complained to my mother that he never complimented me on anything. “He’s just not very vocal when it comes to telling you how he feels” she would tell me, brushing it off lightly. It’s funny when people just stare at you, though. When you don’t know what someone is thinking.

I’m twenty two now. I work for a law firm but spend a lot of time completing and reviewing my paperwork at home. Tony, my stepfather works at a university but doesn’t have to be in every day. I would sit and work in my room and he would work in his private study. Sometimes he would come in and try to strike up a conversation with me about something relatively benign, like the weather, to which I usually replied with a two word answer. I didn’t exactly give him an easy time, but why should I? He is my mother’s business, not mine.

One day I was working out in my room to my Jane Fonda workout video and he passed by, which went unnoticed by me until I turned round once more to meet his eyes, roving up my legs in my tight outfit. He had been standing there. How long had he been standing there?

“What did you want?” I asked. He shook his head, a slight smile pulling at the side of his mouth, a suppressed smirk creeping across his lips.

“You don’t look much like your mother, you know” he said, leaning against the doorframe.

“Thanks” I replied. What was that supposed to mean? I wondered.

“You’re a funny little thing, really” he paused, as if he was going to say something else, but he didn’t. He turned around on his heel and walked back to his study. I sighed. What was up with this guy?

I’m 5’6, and I’m rather slight. My breasts aren’t very big but I like them. I don’t have to wear a bra all the time which is wonderful. I can wear strappy dresses and clothes which show off my shoulders and I love it. My mother is a beautiful woman, she’s slim like me, but we don’t look the same. She’s more of a natural beauty, whereas people tend to call me “pretty” so I wondered what my stepfather meant by his comment that evening.

About a week later I was coming out of the shower in my towel and I felt his eyes on me. I looked to the right but I saw no one there. It was rather dark and my mother was working late. I walked to my room quickly and shut the door. I was drying off and put on a thin vest and some figure hugging cut offs and went downstairs. He was watching a film on the television and I sat next to him, getting out my nail polish to paint my toenails. He turned to look at me, amused.

“Must you do that next to me?”

“I’m sorry” I went to move but he put his hand on mine.

“No, it’s okay, you might as well stay here now”

I moved my hand from under his and put my nail polish back under the sofa.

“I’ll be right back” he put his hand on my back before he stood up, sauntering off to the kitchen. I got my nail polish back out and painted my nails while he bustled about in the kitchen, putting it away before he came back. He plunked a bottle of beer beside me.

“There you go”

“Thanks” I said absently, watching the film.

We started watching a horror film afterwards, neither of us really talking to each other much. Eventually I began to feel quite tired. I lay back on the sofa, shutting my eyes momentarily. Beer often makes me feel tired.

The next thing I knew I woke up, my head on Tony’s shoulder. I jerked back and he looked at me sharply.

“I’m sorry” I stammered.

“It’s okay. It’s only me” he replied, sipping his beer as he carried on watching the television. “Relax”

“What time is Mum back?” I asked.

“She’s working the night shift. She won’t finish until nine in the morning, she called me”

I went to go back upstairs.


“Yes?” I asked.

“I was going to cook this for your mother but, how about I cook it for you instead? We can escort ataşehir have dinner together” he suggested, looking at me expectantly. I hesitated. I was going to get on with some more work, but then I was up to schedule with my work so I could afford to enjoy the evening.

“Alright then” I told him. I didn’t really have anything outstanding to do at all.

He cooked a delicious meal, I had to grant him that. He was polite and talked to me for once, not like usual. He didn’t look at me strangely, nor offer little comments. We just talked.

“Thanks Tony, that was a really nice meal. Thanks” I said, giving him a hug. I never really hugged my stepdad much.

We sat down to watch a film and he brought some beer and set it down.

I began to get tired again. I closed my eyes momentarily and all of a sudden I felt his lips on mine. Warning signs ran through my brain. I pulled away quickly.

“What are you doing?” I asked angrily.

“I was kissing you, I think. Didn’t you like it?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I didn’t”

“Well I’m sorry”

“No you’re not, you’re drunk” I shouted at him.

I went upstairs, brushed my teeth and turned out the light. I didn’t want to see him again that evening, let alone talk to him about what happened. He was drunk and that’s all there was to it.

I woke up at eight. I went downstairs, made coffee then went back up to my room. When I entered my room upstairs I heard footsteps from my parents’ bedroom. A minute later there was a knock at the door. I groaned inwardly. What did he want now?

“Come in” I sighed.

“Hi, can we talk?” He asked. He sounded breathless.

“Yes, if you want” I said breezily. He walked over to my side of the bed and sat down near my feet.

“I know that I kissed you last night,” he began tentatively “and I know I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad…”

“..I didn’t feel bad” I interrupted. “But you shouldn’t have done it. Don’t drink so much”

“I wasn’t drunk”

I stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I said I wasn’t drunk”

I looked at him. I didn’t get it.

“You must have been to have kissed me like that”

“Haven’t you ever considered the possibility that you are rather attractive, Karen? Look, I messed up, I’m sorry” he conceded.

“But you are with my mother. You shouldn’t be kissing anyone else”

“I haven’t” he argued.

“Well then why did you kiss me?” I put my mug of coffee down and looked at him indignantly. He wasn’t going to leave without explaining what was going on.

“Because I wanted to. I know you are going to hate it but that’s the truth, if you want it. Please don’t tell your mother”

“You know I won’t tell my mother”

“I know”

“Then don’t treat me like a child”

“I’m not treating you like a child, I’m just telling you that she wouldn’t understand”

“Why, because you’re a weirdo?”

“I’m not a weirdo, young lady, and if you are going to give me attitude, you can explain to your mother…”

“Explain to her what? Explain that her husband is hitting on me?”

“I am not hitting on you”

“Yes you are, you’re trying to make me like you. I don’t like you”

“You do like me. I can see it in your eyes”

“I do not!”

“Liar” he whispered. I looked at him wide eyed.

“Come on, Karen. You know it’s true”

“You’re crazy, I do not, I think you are obnoxious, uncaring, uninterested…” Before I could finish he pressed his finger to my lips and I stopped. He moved closer and kissed me passionately, holding my head. I let him kiss me, in shock. When he finally pulled away I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say.

“..Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he said finally, smiling at me. I didn’t reply. “Karen, you are stunning. You are individual, different, refreshing. Believe it or not I do care, I’ve cared about you ever since I moved in. I know you will never truly see me as your Dad, but it doesn’t matter. You are lovely to have around. I love watching you. Can’t you see it? Don’t you see the way I look at you? Think about it” he left, leaving me, worried.

That night Mum was out again, working the night shift. She had slept in during the day and by the time I got back from work she was only just getting up.

“Tony is upstairs in his study” she informed me on her way out.

That evening I retreated up to my room. I thought that he would probably come downstairs and sit in front of the television so I wanted to stay in my room where he wouldn’t talk to me.

He didn’t come to my room. He didn’t even come upstairs. I wondered whether he was ignoring me. Waiting to see what I would do. I became curious. I ventured downstairs noisily, announcing my presence to the empty living room as I passed through to the kitchen. I poured myself a drink, then wandered into the living room. He was sitting reading something or other, I couldn’t make anything out in the dim light. I turned to go back to my room.

“Karen…” I stopped.

I kadıköy escort thought I had heard him whisper my name, but maybe it was just me imagining it. I carried on walking until I reached my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, placing my glass on my nightstand and began to undress, turning around to watch myself in the mirror. I liked my body. I sat down and brushed my long, dark hair, from around my shoulders to down my back, where it trailed to my waist. When I was younger my father used to brush my long hair and I loved it. I wished he was still alive, just to feel someone brushing my hair again with such love and affection. It was the last thing I had that reminded me of my dad. A tear slipped down my cheek as I felt the sorrow wash over me. I wanted to feel loved. My mother was distant, always working, never seemed to be able to sit down and have a conversation with me just to tell me that she loved me. She never held me anymore. She was distant from Tony, distant from me, in her own world almost. I wondered how Tony coped with that. He didn’t seem very touchy feely or sentimental. I think that’s what I didn’t like about him. If something got to him, you would never know it. Why was I contemplating Tony’s feelings again? Why was I even thinking of him? I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep, turning my bedside lamp off.

The next morning I went downstairs to be greeted with my mother’s back to me.

“Mum?” I called. She turned round, her tear stained face told me all I needed to know.

“What happened?” I demanded.

“Tony and I had a fallout, that’s all” she whispered. “I’ll be at work this evening, don’t say anything to Tony” she left without giving me chance to demand a proper explanation. I was livid. I saw Tony venture out from the living room and I caught him, standing in front of him, blocking his entry to the kitchen.

“What did you do to my mother?” I shouted angrily.

“We had an argument, that’s all, you know I would never touch your mother”

“What did you say to her that upset her so much?”

“If you really want to know, it’s about the fact that it seems okay for her to want me one minute and not the next, if you know what I mean. Do you need any more of an explanation?”

He looked hurt. I suddenly realised that he was rather upset.

“I… I’m sorry Tony, I don’t know what to say…” I started.

“You don’t have to say anything” he muttered, walking up to his private study, slamming the door shut.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. My mother would never tell me this, but I was absolutely positive that it was the fact that my mother was working all the time and didn’t spend enough quality time with Tony. To put it bluntly, she wasn’t having sex with him on a regular basis, just when she felt she had the time. This is a problem I actually understood from Tony’s perspective. I don’t like people that turn from fire to ice, and I couldn’t expect him to live with that either.

From then on I saw Tony in a different light. I knew how it felt to feel unloved. I wanted to help him, I really did. If I was my mother… I stopped myself. I wasn’t sure where I was going with that thought. I spent time with him, but I still noticed the way he looked at me, and it still made me just as nervous. Much of the time spent together was without words. We would sit and watch a film, or he would come in and sit and watch me play piano, or we would sit and read quietly in the same room or eat dinner together with minimal conversation. But he stared at me, really stared. Whenever I caught him gazing at me he would just continue doing it. It was blatantly obvious and I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.

One night we were splayed out on the sofa together, and he put his arm around me but all of a sudden it felt strange. I excused myself promptly and went upstairs. He followed me up to my room.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Was I getting too close for you?”

“Nothing is up” I replied simply.

“You may not think so”

“Just leave me alone for a bit, will you Tony?”

I heard him venture downstairs about forty five minutes later, so was glad to have upstairs to myself. I opened my door and went to my mother’s room. I wanted to put back a necklace I had borrowed. I heard footsteps, and heard the door open.

“What are you doing here?” Tony demanded.

I turned around. “I’m putting something back”

“You shouldn’t be in here”

“You’re not my father” he moved closer to me. Too close. He moved past me from where I was standing at my mother’s dresser and sat down on the bed. I could feel his eyes on me.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Just you”

“Well don’t”

“Don’t you like me looking at you?”

“I do see the way you look at me, and it scares me” I whispered.


“I see the want in your eyes”

“Why does that scare you?” he asked once more. I shrugged.

He moved closer to me and kissed me, a kiss that caused butterflies in my stomach. I enjoyed it maltepe escort bayan but pulled away.

“Do you think this is wrong?” I asked him, leaning back on my hands on the bed.

“Well, I am your stepfather, so technically it is, but you are also an adult. You can do what you like” He leaned over me, his breath hot on my face.

“Would you like to experience the forbidden, Tony?” I asked him breathlessly.

“I think I would…” he said, training his eyes on me, on my bustier. He sat there a moment before he spoke again.

“Get that thing off. I’ve wanted to see you naked in ages”

I removed my bustier and my shorts as he watched me silently, stroking himself through his trousers. I stood in front of him in my underwear, which didn’t really leave anything to the imagination. I felt his eyes rove over my body.

“I always thought you’d be beautiful” he told me, lying back on the bed. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. “Come here” he gestured.

I approached him, walking to the edge of the bed until my breasts were just above his mouth. He looked up at me. He slowly brought his hands to my body, moving his hands up my stomach to run his hands over my breasts.

“You’re so soft” he breathed as he cupped my breasts in his hands. I smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks. His hands were gentle, and it made me shiver, goose bumps appearing on my arms as he blew on my skin softly, brushing his lips over my tummy, moving up to kiss my breasts. He licked circles around my nipples, making them hard and wet, bathing them in his warm saliva. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently as I felt the familiar pang of lust deep inside me. I squeezed my thighs together as he sucked on my nipples, holding onto my waist. I felt his hand venture downwards, pressing up against my cunt, stroking me lightly. I really wanted to press myself against his hand, but I waited, concentrating on his hot breath on my skin, his firm tongue as it caressed me. After what seemed like an eternity he took my panties down. I finally felt his hand pressing up against my pussy more insistently,brushing against my trimmed curls. It made me shudder and I opened my legs wider. I felt his fingers part my labia slightly as my wetness gave him entry to me, and he looked up at me. He looked so excited. I wondered how long it had been since my mother had given him a pussy as wet as this. I leant down and kissed him as he touched me. We shared tender, sincere kisses that left us breathless. I looked at him with desire.

“Take your clothes off” I asked him softly. He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, and I took it off his shoulders, admiring his frame as he dropped his trousers. He turned round, completely naked and my breath caught in my throat. My mother was mad to lose this man’s affections. I dropped to my knees in front of him and kissed along his swollen member, pausing to lick the underside of his cock. I could already see precum at the tip of his cock so I ran my tongue over it, my saliva wetting his cock. I brought him into my mouth, sucking on his cock with a passion I didn’t know I had. My pussy was saturated. I loved sucking his cock. It felt so good in my mouth. He was so hard. I knew at that moment how much I wanted him inside me.

“Tony … will you fuck me?” I asked him, looking up at him, the head of his cock still in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop” he answered, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I grinned, jumping onto the bed, pulling him with me. We were both on our knees on the bed, and I kissed him hard. We clung to each other, wanting to make the most of our encounter, I pulled him down with me, kissing him.

“I want you so much” I whispered to him.

“I’ve wanted you for months, Christine” he whispered back, cradling my face in his hands.

I laid back on the bed, parting my thighs, feeling him come between them, pressing his cock up against my pussy, begging to be let in.

“Tony…now” I moaned as I felt him penetrate me, thrusting into my depths. I couldn’t believe that he could feel so perfect inside me, this man that I had never really looked at as a potential lover, looked at even as a threat to my mother’s affections, but found out that he was no more a threat than the neighbour across the street. I ground my hips into his, gripping his strong arms, kissing and nibbling his shoulders and chest as he moved inside me. My insides were tingling, as if with a static electricity, I could feel him touching parts of me which made me feel like no one else had before, making me wetter than I could have ever anticipated. My pleasure built as I suddenly felt my cunt pulsating around his cock, and a wave of pleasure took me like a tidal wave, causing me to cry out.

“Oh yes, sweetie. Come around Daddy’s cock, coat it with your come, baby” he groaned. I could feel my juices flowing inside me as he thrust inside me deeper, approaching his climax.

“Baby, I’m going to come, I’m going to come inside you, oh…” he groaned and I felt him coming inside my pussy, his come flooding my insides, intermingling with my own juices. It felt amazing. We lay there for some time in each other’s arms, not quite being able to put into words what had just happened between us.

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My Fuckdoll

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“If you could create your perfect fuckdoll, what would she look like?” She asked after establishing that I was indeed heterosexual. I was struck by the irony that I was being interviewed by that very ideal for this project in my social studies class. Also, I wasn’t sure how I should feel about her using the word “fuckdoll” in an academic setting. Those two things and the fact that I was fairly certain that it would take a miracle to ever end up in the sack with Natalie Hardin put me in a sour mood.

“Natalie, you are my perfect fuckdoll,” I snapped. “But you can’t use the word ‘fuckdoll’ in an academic paper. Try ‘sexual ideal’ instead.”

Natalie was understandably taken aback. But not for the reason I would have guessed.

“Really? You think I am your perfect fuckdoll?” That is so awesome! I mean, I picked you because I liked you, but I had no idea you felt that way about me!”

Now I was taken aback. But there was more.

“So, assuming that I would be receptive to all of your desires, tell me what you’d like to do to me. And don’t lie. I’ve read your browser history.”

“You did what?”

“I airdropped your browser history. Very informative. ataşehir escort bayan But just so you know, I’m not judging. I am not exactly proud of my browsing history either, and in the interest of fairness, I would be happy to share it with you if you want.”

“I presume you mean to suggest that you surf the Internet for porn?”

“Yes. And I masturbate, too. Don’t be so naïve. And don’t dodge the question.” She looked at me intently. But now this wasn’t just academic for her. This was personal. “If I were putty in your hands, what would you do with me?”

“Okay, fine.” I acquiesced. I’d already divulged more than I ever dreamed I would by telling her that she was my fantasy fuckdoll. If she didn’t like my answer, I’d be no worse off considering that I never dreamed she would have any interest in me. And if she did like my answer, she might decide to give it a go. “The first thing I would do is kiss you. On the mouth. Slow and sweet until you opened your mouth to receive my tongue. While we were kissing, I would fondle your breasts until they demanded my full attention. I would lick and kiss your nipples, of course, but I would also just escort kadıöy enjoy fondling your breasts.”

“I didn’t know you were going to go porno on me. I thought you were just going to say you wanted to fuck me in the ass. You’re making me wet.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Hell no!” she said. “Do continue. And don’t pay attention to where my hand is.”

“Then I would inspect you. I would sit and you would stand in front of me. I would examine the fall of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the deliciousness of your ass, and of course, I would make you bend over and expose your most private parts to my penetrating gaze. No doubt I would fondle your ass a bit, since I am certain I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of it.”

“Go on,” she said, breathlessly.

“I would have you turn again to face me, and put one foot up on the arm of the chair, and then, with your pussy inches from my face, you would gently spread the lips aside to reveal the wetness within. Then I would make you play with yourself while I watched. Just about the time you were ready to cum, you would press your pussy against my mouth and my tongue could maltepe escort reap the benefits of your hard work.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she hissed quietly

I’m not gonna lie. The notion that she was actually getting off on my little story was a helluva turn-on. So, of course I kept going.

“And after you cum, you’ll lower yourself on to my now rock-hard cock and slowly ride it while we kiss and I fondle your tits. Eventually, I won’t be able to hold back the floodgates and my cum will erupt into you as I experience the best orgasm of my life, so far. The intensity of my orgasm coupled with your own arousal will lead you to have a second orgasm which will leave you gasping for breath.

“After that, you would lie on the bed, face down, ass up, so that I could lick and play with your ass. I would for sure drive my tongue as far up your ass as I could get it, massage your cheeks, and even put a finger or two up your ass for fun.”

“When I get hard again, we fuck missionary style. I impale you with my cock until we both cum and I leave another deposit of my seed deep inside of you.”

“Okay, suck on my fingers and I will be your fuck doll,” Natalie said.

She held out her right hand and it was obvious which two fingers she had been using to masturbate. I did suck on her fingers, right there in class. I don’t know if anyone noticed and I didn’t care. The girl of my dreams had just pledged to be my fuckdoll.

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The Soldier Comes Home

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Hi, this is L.A.Wicker. I wrote this story after seeing a bad-ass movie called, ‘Home of the Brave’. But, this is my take on a young lady coming home after being blown up in Iraq. My editor thinks I’m wrong about my comments, but ofw, Oh Fucking Well! I hate that ass-hole in the white house and he has caused so much pain and hurt, over bull-shit! He only has a few months left, them we’ll have a muslem in there. That’ll be a new one. Enjoy!


Jim hurried through the house making sure that everything was perfect for Holly’s return home and he hoped that it was. She had just spent a year in Iraq, thanks to lies from the government and a president that should have been impeached.

“Well shit, I guess that’s all I can do.” Jim said with a long, drawn out sigh, looking at a few of the many things he had done for Holly. “Guess I best get my ass down to City Hall before they start calling me,” he added as he grabbed his car keys and cell-phone from a small table next to the front door and he left.

The drive downtown, took less than five minutes and the Mayor Tom Johnson greeted Jim. “I was just about to call you. We were about to go out to the airport, but I wanted to wait for you.” The large, overweight man said with a chuckle.

‘That was mighty white of you since she’s my daughter!’ Jim laughed to himself as he looked around and could not believe how many people had shown up for Holly’s return home. Hardly anyone in town even knew her, but they were all here and working really hard to get everything set up.

“I’m glad you did.” Jim said as he got out of his car and lit a quick smoke, before this crazy day got started. “I just wanting to make sure my house was finished and ready for her,” he added and puffed away on the smoke.

“Relax, everything will be fine.” The Mayor said with a big smile. “You’ve been working on your place for three months and all of the people in town are ready to help you.”

Jim shook his head and hoped it was finished and ready for the love of his life. “I hope so. Oh, I’m going to let her get relaxed and used to being home, before anyone comes around. So, if you’d spread the word, I’d be thankful.” he replied with a smile.

“Are you going to be helping her or is someone from the V.A. coming by?” The Mayor asked with a little shock.

“I think that I can handle things just fine. I changed and took care of her when she was a baby!” Jim laughed, but the Mayor did not.

“Only if you’re sure, Jim. She’s a mite bigger now!”

“I’ve got it covered so please tell everyone to stay away!” Jim snapped at the fat man.

The mayor was a little shocked at the way Jim spoke to him, but she was Jim’s daughter and he would know what was best for her. “Ok,” he replied and walked away.

“Fat mother-fucker, you didn’t give a shit about us, until you heard about Holly being on CNN and them coming here for her homecoming. But, I told them to go a suck a dog’s dick too and they won’t be coming!” Jim laughed under his breath, watching the people running around like ants, before it rained on them.


Jim stood waiting at the long set of stairs, waiting for Holly to appear from the small airplane and his heart was pumping so fast, he thought that he was having a heart attack. He hadn’t seen her in three long years and at long last, she was home and back in his life.

He felt someone tap on his shoulder and when Jim turned to see who it was, he saw the Mayor standing there. “So, where are all of the news people? They said that they would be here when her plane landed.” The Mayor asked.

Jim just smiled at him and replied. “They won’t be here. I told them to go fuck off! Nobody cared about Holly when she lived here, so why should they start now?”

“We’ve went through a lot for this and you told them ‘not’ to come?” The Mayor asked as anger rushed through his fat body and hoped that Jim was just fucking with him.

“Why should they be here? Holly has been through enough, without someone trying to shove a fucking camera up her ass! They don’t give a shit about her! They just wanted a quick story about a young girl getting her arms blown off and how her life will never be the same!”

“What am I going to tell these people? They’ve worked so hard on this and I’m going to look like a fool!”

“If the shoe fits.” Jim laughed and his eyes were filled with a beautiful, young lady, standing at the top of the stairs.

She stood tall and so very proud, even with all that she had been through over the last four months. Her dark, brown hair was blowing in the soft, summer breeze and across her pretty face. Her pretty, brown eyes saw her Daddy and they were filled with joy and very large tears of happiness.

Holly tossed her small travel bag aside, ran down the steep stairs and jumped into his arms. “Daddy, I missed you so much!” she cried and hugged him with her ‘new’ rubber arms, that the army had given her to replace her own. How wonderful of them!

He held her tight and Jim knew that she would never, ever leave him pendik escort again. “Oh baby, I’ve missed you too!” Jim whispered as he hugged her wonderful body to his and something crossed his mind. Holly wasn’t wearing her uniform. “Where’s your uniform, baby?” he asked her, but Jim didn’t really care, he loved seeing Holly in her skin-tight jeans.

“In the fuckin’ trash can back at the hospital and I hope that they’re getting burned as we speak!” Holly laughed and noticed all kinds of people cheering and waving at her. “What’s going on?” she asked her Dad and tried to hide her face from all of the people.

“The Mayor heard that CNN was coming to see you and he took it upon himself to set all of this up for you.” Jim said and he quickly saw that Holly did not want any of this. “Try to act like you are having fun. It shouldn’t take very long and then, we’ll go home.” Jim said with a smile and he couldn’t wait to get Holly all to himself.

She smiled at him and couldn’t wait to be in his complete care. Holly and her Daddy were very close to begin with and now, she knew that they were going to be getting, really close.

“I will, Daddy.” Holly whispered to him and she stood up on her toes and lightly kissed him on the lips. “I love you so much, Daddy,” she whispered again, enjoying his massive arms around her back and resting just above her ass.

He hugged her and Jim couldn’t wait to get her home. They had so many things to talk about and it was going to be so nice having her back in his life. “I love you too, baby girl.” Jim whispered to Holly and he couldn’t resist kissing her ear.

Her young body shivered and Holly’s nipples grew hard, when Daddy kissed her ear. ‘I love it when you do that to me! I get so fuckin’ horny!’ she moaned to herself and hoped that her blouse would hide her very erect, nipples from the crowd of people.


After an hour, all of the crap was over and Jim drove towards his house. “I hope we can do this without any help,” he said as Holly rested against his side and it felt so good to hold her.

“I think we can, Daddy, but I’m gunna need a lot of help from you. I can’t do anything for myself.” Holly said as her eyes filled with tears, wishing that the fuck-head in the White House would die for what he did to so many people.

“Baby, I’m here for you and I will take care of my girl.” Jim smiled as he gave Holly’s full, 36-inch ass a few loving pats.

She felt his big, strong hand on her butt and Holly was in heaven. “I know you will, Daddy, but I can’t even…wipe my own ass!” she replied with a sniff, trying to hold back tears of hurt, but Holly broke down.

Jim hugged Holly tighter and wanted to cry with her. “Baby, I’m here for you and I’ll take wonderful care of my girl,” he said as tears started forming in his eyes and he pulled on their road.

Once at home, Jim unloaded Holly’s bags and couldn’t wait to show her all of the things he did to make her life better. “I did some things to the house. I think you’re going to like them.” Jim said as he stood in from of Holly, admiring her very hard nipples and tight, tight jeans.

“How did you get into those jeans?” he asked with a big smile and Jim could not wait to start helping Holly do things like that.

“I had a really cool nurse. She helped me get them on, but I really need to get them off now. I gotta pee so bad, I hurt!” Holly said with pain and she started to squirm.

Jim saw her in pain and he hurried towards the house. “Come on, let’s hurry! We don’t want you peeing in them,” he said with a laugh, threw down her bags and they rushed to the bathroom.

Once there, neither of them knew what to say or do. “So, um…what do I need to do?” Jim asked as he looked to Holly’s beautiful face and her big, brown eyes.

“Unbutton them and pull down, while I wiggle my butt out of them,” she said with a grin, knowing that Daddy was going to love seeing her naked. He always loved it when she wore skimpy things for him and now, she was at his mercy and Holly loved it.

Jim did as instructed and hoped that he could do this, without staring at her too much. “If I stare at you, I’m sorry. You’re a beautiful, young lady and I’m a horny, ol’ man!” he laughed, grabbed the belt loops on her jeans and Holly started to wiggle her gorgeous ass.

“Daddy, I’m not really worried about that. I know how you love to look at me and it doesn’t bother me one bit.” Holly smiled at him as she wiggled her butt and Daddy’s big, handsome eyes were trying their best not to look at her.

Once her jeans and panties were down, Holly quickly sat down and let the warm pee flow from her body. “Oh hell yeah!” she laughed and she felt so good.

“Have you ever wiped a woman off?” Holly asked and loved the look on his rugged face having a good idea that he hadn’t.

“No!” Jim replied as he fought not to look at Holly’s bare, lower body. He did love looking at her but not this way. She was helpless now and needed his help.

Holly held back a laugh and wished that maltepe escort she could run her fingers through his thick, dark hair, but her fingers were somewhere in Iraq. “Daddy, relax, it’s really easy to do. You get some paper, fold it up and gently pat me a few times.” Holly said with a soft voice and she hoped that Daddy would be able to do all that she would need.

“I’m trying baby,” he replied and did as she said.

“See, it was easy as pie!” Holly said with a grin and stood up. “Pull up my panties and then my jeans and we’ll be all done!” she added, making sure that he had a perfect view of her pussy.

He tried not looking at her tiny, blue panties and gently pulled them up Holly’s sexy hips. “You just had to wear that color, didn’t you?” Jim said wide a smile as he enjoyed the soft garment against his fingers.

“Heck yeah I did! I know what my Daddy likes and I got keep you happy.” Holly smiled, watching him trying his best not to look at her.

“Do you mind if I just leave my jeans off and run around in my undies for the rest of the day? It’ll be a lot easier the next time I gotta go.”

He stood up and looked into her dreamy eyes, wishing that she had never gone away. “If you’re ok with it,” he replied with a smile and Jim felt so bad for her.

“Plus, I need to get these stupid, fucking things off my arms, so I can hug my man and feel it!” Holly said as they walked back through the big house to her room.

“I’ve been thinking about how we should do this and here’s my idea. I know you’ve never had to do anything like this before and I want it to go as smoothly as possible.” Holly said as she looked at him and she smiled.

“I’m doing my best and if I do anything wrong or hurt you in any way…you best say something!” Jim replied as he ran his big hands over the sides of her face.

“You’re doing a great job so far, Daddy, and I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“I just want to make sure, baby. I’d die if I hurt you.” Jim said as he looked into her dark and very sexy eyes.

She stepped towards him and pressed her body against his and smiled. “You’d never hurt me, Daddy.” Holly whispered and wished that she could hug him better and really let him know how much she loved him.

He hugged her, making sure his hands were just above her butt and Jim enjoyed the feel of Holly’s sexy body against him. “If I do…you best say something and I mean it, little girl!”

“Oh Daddy…this makes me feel so good to have you hold me like this. Can we do this again later…on the sofa?” Holly purred with a soft, but needful voice as she snuggled her face into his neck and his manly scent, quickly drifted up her nose.

He held Holly close and it did feel so good. “I guess so, but I don’t have any movies you’ll like. Since I’ve been alone I kinda…um…started buying…adult movies to watch.”

“Ahhh, Daddy got himself some of them ‘good’ movies!” Holly giggled. “I’m a big girl, Daddy. I can watch one with you.”

Jim didn’t really know how to tell his very sexy daughter that he had nothing but incest movies, about Dad’s screwing their daughters. “I’m not sure about that. I have real bad ones and it might shock you. I need a good, stiff drink, how about you?” he said giving her another hug and he led her to the kitchen.

“Daddy, I’m a big girl now!” Holly giggled as she watched him making two, rum and cokes. “What are they, people fucking animals or what?”

He opened a drawer and pulled out a box of straws, put one in her glass and they sat at the table. “Nah, not that kind of crap!” Jim said as he sipped his drink and watched his pretty daughter take a small drink of hers. “Is it good?” he asked and she just replied with a little smile.

“Yes, it is very good. Now, are you ever gunna tell me what they are?”

Jim squirmed in his chair and knew there was no getting out of this. “Well, don’t think I’m a pervert, but um…oh boy! They are movies about people acting like…um…”

“Come on, spit it out!” Holly laughed at him and wondered why he was so embarrassed to tell her.

“They are fake movies about a guy and a young girl, acting like they are Dad and daughter.”

“Holy shit, are kidding me?” she giggled and it felt like a bolt of lightening had shot in her lonely pussy.

“No,” he all but whispered.

“I think that’s hot as hell, Daddy. What made you buy movies like that?” she asked with a sexy smile and took a long drink from her straw.

He lifted his glass, downed it in three gulps and replied. “The girl’s on the covers looked good.”

“Cool, but the girl calling a guy ‘Daddy’ while he screws the shit out of her, had nothing to do with it?” Holly asked and wondered if he had ever thought of doing that to her. They were always snuggling, she even felt his stiff dick on her a few times, and Holly loved it too.

He just shook his head, laughed and went to make another drink. “You want another one, baby?”

“Sure thing, but are you gunna answer me?” Holly said as she looked kartal escort at the front of his jeans, wondering if this was turning him on or not, because her blood was starting to boil.

Jim could feel his cock tingle and starting to fill with blood. “Maybe, maybe not!” he laughed and sat back down at the table with the two drinks. “Do you still smoke?” Jim asked as he held up his cigarettes.

“Yeah, I’ll have one, but you’ll have to help me with it.”

He smiled, got his glass and moved to sit next to Holly. “I like this.” Jim said as he held it up to Holly’s lips.

“What do you like?” she asked, blowing out the smoke.

“Helping you do things. It’s the first time in years that I’ve felt needed.”

“You may not feel that way in a week or so!” Holly laughed as she leaned to take another drink from her glass.

Jim gently caressed her back and replied. “Nah, you’re my girl and I’ll always love helping you.”

“Thank you so much, Daddy. I didn’t know if you’d be willing to take this on or not. I was worried that I’d have to move into some crappy nursing home.”

“Yeah, like I’d do that to you! I should stand you up and slap that bare ass!”

“I might like it. I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years.”

“Ouch, you sound like me! I haven’t had any in…let me think…three years!”

“Poor Daddy! As good-looking as you are, you should have a bunch of young babes kicking in the door!”

“Yeah right, young babes?” Jim laughed and wished he did have a young babe to screw.

She laughed, but not at what he said. “Daddy, every girlfriend I had, wanted to fuck you!”

“No way!”

“Uh, yes way and I’m not kidding!” Holly said as she thought back in time and how jealous she would get, when her friends flirted with him.

Jim sat there and after he thought about it, he knew that Holly was telling him the truth. “Truthfully, none of them didn’t do anything for me, they were too damn skinny!” he replied and one sexy girl, did fill his mind.

“Not one of them turned you on?”

He puffed his cigarette and held hers up. “Nope, not a single one of them did.” Jim lied as one of her sexy friends filled his mind.

“Wow, that is a shocker. I thought they drove you nuts.”

Jim smiled as he remembered the teasing and crap Holly’s friends did to him but it was nothing. “No, not at all.”

“Good, the little bitches used to make me so mad!” Holly growled and took another big drink from her glass.

“Why’s that?”

Holly’s face turned red and it felt like her nipples were going to burst under her bra. “I was mad because…you were my guy and I wanted you all to myself.”

“Well, you got your wish now,” he smiled and leaned to kiss Holly’s cheek.

“Yeah I do, but I wish that this shit hadn’t happened to me.” Holly replied and tears started to fill her pretty, dark eyes.

He leaned over and pulled her on his lap. “That doesn’t matter, baby. You’re my girl and that’s all that counts.” Jim smiled and slowly looked down and took her smalls arms in his hands.

“Are you sure, Daddy?” Holly asked with a helpless tone as Jim reached down to hold what was left of her tiny hands and arms.

He kissed each of her stumps as he looked deep into her eyes and Holly cried more, but these were tears of happiness.

“I’m very sure! Now, let’s drink, soldier!” Jim said with a loud and very commanding voice and gave her arms, one last kiss.

Holly laughed and yelled back to him. “YES SIR!”


They continued drinking for an hour or so, when Jim said. “Baby, let’s go sit in the den or somewhere we can relax a little better than this.” He groaned and twisted his upper body until it popped.

“Damn, Daddy, you’re falling apart on me!” Holly giggled as she watched her handsome Daddy stretching out his gorgeous body and she was now on fire.

He gave her a surprised look and laughed, but it wasn’t the same kind of laugh. Jim was laughing because; he still had the stamina of an eighteen-year-old boy. “Little girl, your Dad may be getting a little old, but I bet I could still wear out any of your old friends and come back for seconds!” he said and stuck out his chest to Holly.

She heard him and a very, very dirty thought, filled Holly’s mind. ‘The way I feel right now and as much as I love you Daddy,’ she paused to look down to the front of his jeans, wondering if he was getting hard yet.

He always did when they would just sit together for an hour, sometimes much longer and have a great time just taking. ‘I’d let you fuck me to death!’ Holly laughed to herself as she envisioned Daddy’s remarkably long cock taking her.

“Bragging are we?” Holly said with a low, sexy voice and she winked her left eye.

“Nope, just stating a fact!” Jim replied, reached down and scooped her up in his arms. “I should take you in the other room and um…” Jim paused and he had a dirty thought too. “Spank your ass!” he said, but it wasn’t what he was thinking.

Holly heard him and her clit began to swell up, her nipples were hard and a little fire had begun to burn in Holly’s pussy. “Mmmm, I haven’t had a good spanking in a very long time! I’m sure it would feel awesome!” Holly giggled as she tried to hug him with what was left of her arms.

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