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Roni’s Delight

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The family had planned this particular vacation for over a year. It was a combination twenty-first birthday and college graduation present from Chad’s father and stepmother. They would spend a full month sailing on their yacht, Roni’s Delight.

Roni’s Delight was a fiberglass sailing yacht his father had bought three years ago after his and Chad’s mother’s divorce had, at long last, become final. The boat was thirty-six feet of pure sailing beauty. She was definitely built for comfort, not speed. The salon and galley were very spacious for a boat her size. Of course, this meant the cabins were somewhat small, especially the forward cabin, which was normally Chad’s.

The main or aft cabin was considerably larger than Chad’s. The beautiful aft stateroom had been the main selling point of the yacht as far as Chad’s stepmother, Roni, had been concerned.

Chad didn’t blame his father for buying the boat for her; Roni was the perfect person for him to hookup with after the messy divorce he had been through with Chad’s mother. The divorce had cost him a ton of money, but he didn’t care, he still had plenty left. His well-known attorney had even managed to keep his prospering company out of his nasty, vindictive wife’s clutches in the settlement.

Roni was a sweet Polynesian woman. Even though she was thirty-six-years old, she was still a beauty, with long, glossy-black, silken hair hanging down to her pretty, little behind. She was built as sleek as a racing yacht and twice as beautiful.

Chad could understand why his dad had married her two years ago. Hell, Chad would have married her if he could, even though she was fifteen years his senior. She was one of the kindest, sweetest, and most beautiful women he had ever met. And she treated his dad like a king.

As usual, with only two days left before their supposed departure, Chad’s father had problems with one of his branch managers and had to fly to Dallas, Texas. He had phoned Roni after he had arrived in Dallas and checked the situation over. He told her that he wasn’t going to be able to go on the sailing trip. There was just too much going on right then for him to be able to be away from his office for any extended length of time.

“What do you mean?” Roni’s spoke softly into the phone.

“I mean, I’m going to be tied up here for at least a week.”

“I can deal with that, but I’m not so sure your son’s going to be overjoyed about it,” she said.

“I know. This is really gonna cut into his time before he goes off to grad-school next month,” he said. “Damn, I hate this! Every time I plan something with him, I screw it up.”

“You don’t screw it up, your company does,” she replied.

“I own the company, that means I screw it up,” he said. “At least, that’s how Chad will see it.”

“He’ll understand. He isn’t going to like it, but he’ll understand,” Roni tried to reassure her husband.

“No! I’ll be dammed if I’m gonna let it happen again! I’m fifty-four years old, I don’t need to be dealing with this kinda crap anymore; it’s somebody else’s turn. What the hell do I pay a branch manager for if I’ve gotta handle every little thing that crops up? Everything’s ready to go, why don’t you two go ahead and get started. I’ll get away from here as quickly as I can and have the company helicopter fly me to wherever you are at that time. I’ll call you on your cell phone before I leave to figure out where I can catch up with you.”

“Sail the boat without you?” she asked in surprise. “Do you think he’ll go for that?”

“Sure, Chad’s a good sailor, he knows more about handling that boat than I do,” he said. “Hell, he’ll love it.”

“You want him to sail the boat by himself?” she asked.

“No, you’ll be there to give him a hand. You know what you’re doing,” he replied. “Just get Chad out on the boat and relax for a few days, I’ll be there before he even realizes that I’m not there.”

“Let me get him on the phone and you tell him what you want to do,” Roni said. “I don’t want to get caught in the middle.”

“There ain’t anything to get caught in the middle of,” he replied. “Put him on.”

Chad got on the phone and his father explained everything to him and the trip was back on. Chad was excited by the idea of being the captain of the Roni’s Delight for a few days. He didn’t have any problems with the plan at all.

Two days later, Chad maneuvered Roni’s Delight out of the harbor and into the Chesapeake Bay using the auxiliary engine. Once he was well clear of the harbor and the usual mass of other boats moving around the harbor entrance, he cut the engine off and raised the sails to let her do what she was designed to do, sail under the power of the wind. Sailing Roni’s Delight was Chad’s favorite pass time. He dreamed of the day when he would own a boat just like her, perhaps one even a little bigger. He wanted one big enough to live on.

The sun blazed warm in the August afternoon sky after they had sailed out of the bay and into the open ocean. A mild breeze blew from astern; the sails bursa escort were set to run on the wind. Everything was beautiful, including Roni sitting next to him in the cockpit wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. The color of the suit accented her smooth dark skin. She glistened with the coconut tanning oil she was slowly, flirtatiously smoothing over her long slender legs.

“Want me to rub some oil on your back?” Chad offered.

“Yeah, thanks,” she replied. “Why don’t we stop here for a while and enjoy the sun? We’re not in any big hurry to go anywhere in particular, are we?”

“Not that I know of,” Chad said, getting up to drop the sails. “We can just let her drift around out here for a while; we’re not in the shipping lanes and there’s no other boats anywhere near around us. It’ll be fun to just relax and maybe swim for a little while too.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Roni agreed, getting up to help Chad lower the sails.

A few minutes later, Roni’s Delight drifted lazily up and down on the rolling waves of a calm Atlantic Ocean. While Chad finished up the few little things he had to do to secure the boat, Roni went below to get a couple of beers from the galley refrigerator. When she came back up topside, she spread a large beach towel out on the foredeck and sat down to await Chad.

Chad could barely keep his eyes off his stepmother while taking care of his boat chores. She had leaned back on her elbows to enjoy the warmth sun as it glistened off her lean, oiled dark body. Her large breasts stuck out like she had two halves of a regulation football glued to her chest. He had often wondered why she hadn’t become a fashion model. She definitely had the body and looks for it. She was 5’7″ with long slow curves. Her breasts were firm and full. At least, Chad figured they were firm because of the way they always stood out so well no matter what she was wearing. He, of course, had no first-hand knowledge of their firmness, other than in his sensual dreams about her and the few times she had accidentally brushed one of her breasts up against him at home. But, boy did he ever yearn to touch those big beautiful puppies.

Her legs were long and slim with nicely defined calves and the most gorgeous thighs he had ever seen. He had often dreamt about having those wonderful thighs wrapped around him. His dad was, in Chad’s opinion, one of the luckiest men on the planet. Chad wondered what a beautiful woman like Roni saw in an old man like his father. He had long ago decided it must be his money. Sure, his dad was a nice enough guy and really didn’t look his age. He was still in decent physical shape too. But God, this woman could have any man she desired just by batting her big almond-shaped, dark-brown eyes at him. One flash of her big, sparkling-white smile could cause any man’s wallet to pop right out of his back pocket and something else to pop up between his front pockets.

Chad knew it was wrong to think about his stepmother in this manner, but he couldn’t help it. He really didn’t know her all that well. He had been away at college through his father’s courtship with her. Even after they had gotten married, Chad hadn’t been around too much.

Finally finished with his tasks, he sat down next to her. “You really enjoy the sun, don’t you,” he said, trying to force himself not to stare at her chest.

“Oh yeah, it’s sunny and warm like this all the time where I’m from. I just love it,” she answered, handing him the bottle of coconut oil and turning over to lie on her stomach. “Do my back for me.”

Chad was delighted to have a chance to touch her, even if it was just to put a little suntan oil on her back. Her warm, flawless skin was as smooth as satin to his touch.

“Oh, that feels wonderful,” she mumbled as his strong hands started massaging the warm oil into her shoulders. She moaned a little when his fingers worked their way down her spine toward the small of her back.

He worked his way slowly over her back, enjoying the moment, savoring the feel of her tender body under his hands, not wanting it to end. He cautiously eased his fingers under the shoulder straps of her bikini top.

“Try not to get too much oil on my straps, it’ll stain ’em,” she mumbled, in a relaxed voice.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, moving his hands away.

“No, don’t stop. Just pull the straps down out of the way,” she replied, reaching up and pulling the straps down over her shoulders. When she tried to put her arms back under her head, the straps bound up against them. She started trying to wiggle her arms out of the straps.

Chad was only too pleased to assist her. His breath caught momentarily when she raised up slightly to slide her arms back under her head and he caught a quick glimpse of just a little of the side of one of her beautiful breasts. His manhood had been growing slowing from the moment he first touched her, but that little glimpse of her breast had really started his blood to flowing.

He had to do something to get her breasts off his mind; he was creating bursa escort bayan quite a problem for himself. He decided talking might get his mind on something else. “Look at that, you’re getting tan lines,” he said.

“Yeah and I hate them,” she replied, turning her head to look down at her shoulders.

“They’re not too bad,” he said.

Roni raised her head up slightly, looking around. “Are there any other boats around us?”

Chad glanced around the area, wondering why she was worried about other boats at the moment. “No, I don’t even see another boat right now. We’re pretty far out.”

“Good, unhook my top in back,” she said nonchalantly.

“What?” he asked with his eyes popping wide open.

“Unhook my bikini top so I can lay here on my stomach for a little while and start working on those tan lines,” she replied. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Ah, um, no, of course not,” he answered, reaching over her to unhook the bikini top.

After undoing the hook, he let the top fall away to her sides. He sat there, nearly breathless, staring at his stepmother’s beautiful naked back.

“That’s better,” she said. “It’s much more comfortable and now you can get the oil nice and even so I can get rid of those ugly lines.”

“Let me move around to the other side; I got this side pretty good,” he said, getting up on his knees to crawl around her.

When he got up by her head, she looked up at him. “Why don’t you stay right there? You can reach all the way up and down my back and around both sides.” She laid her head back down on her folded arms.

Kneeling above her, he filled his nervous hand with the warm, sweet smelling, coconut oil, leaned over her, and gently slid his hands up and down her shapely back.

“Oh, that feels wonderful,” she mumbled.

He said nothing, but slowly worked his way outward from the center of her back towards her sides, paying special attention to the slightly lighter skin where the bikini had been.

Rocking back and forth above her, his strong hands worked their way up and down her curving waist. After several trips up and down, he moved his hands a little bit farther around toward her sides. His fingertips tingled as they lightly glided over the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts that were bulging out from under her as she lay flat against the deck. He held his breath when he thought he heard a soft moan come from her.

He slid his hands up and down her sides again, letting his fingers linger a little longer as they gingerly danced a bit farther down over the sides of her soft breasts. Again, he thought he heard a soft moan.

“Does that feel good?” he asked with a trembling voice, his pulse quickening, and his throat dry.

“Oh yes, it feels absolutely marvelous,” she purred. “You should be a masseur. But you need more oil, especially where your hands are right now. I have some big white areas there.”

Leaning back, Chad filled his shaking hand with the precious oil that was providing him with an excellent excuse to touch Roni’s beautiful body in such a sensuous manner. He carefully spread the warm oil between his trembling palms. Leaning forward again, he placed his hands right against the bulging sides of her breasts. Her soft flesh felt so wonderful against the palms of his oil-laden hands.

This time he was sure he heard a quiet moan escape from her. A chill shot up his back; she was enjoying his attention. Either he was getting braver or he was losing control of himself because he slid his oily hands much farther down the sides of her breasts this time.

“Yeah, right there. That’s good. I need lots of oil there,” she said, her voice sounding sexier than any voice he had ever heard before.

Chad gasped when she raised up slightly on her elbows and his wandering hands slipped under her. He now had both hands full of her soft breasts.

“Um yes, that’s it, cover them completely with the oil,” she moaned, pressing her hard nipples firmly against his palms.

She raised up higher, going from her elbows and tummy to her hands and knees. Chad suddenly held the full glory of her gorgeous breasts in his hands. The feel of the soft, slippery flesh hanging down into his hands was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. He wasn’t a virgin; he’d been with women before; well, girls anyway. He thought about his first sexual encounter, his first piece of ass, when he was fifteen. It had been nowhere near as sensual as this; and he was only feeling Roni’s breasts.

My God, he wondered to himself, if it feels this great just holding her breasts, what on Earth would she be like in bed? He was doing a bit more than just holding her breast now; he was massaging and squeezing them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the body pounding sound of a helicopter ripped Chad’s attention from the matters at hand. It passed a few hundred feet over the boat at very high speed.

“Oh damn, that’s your father!” Roni yelled, grabbing her bikini top, jumping to her feet, and quickly putting the top escort bursa back on.

“Are you sure?” Chad asked, unable to avert his eyes from her naked breasts when she stood up.

“Who the hell else would be trying to scare the crap outta us by blasting overhead like that in a helicopter?” she replied.

“I thought he was gonna call before he left,” Chad said.

“Well, apparently he didn’t,” she replied.

The chopper made a long sweeping turn and headed back toward the yacht at a slower speed. “Is everything okay down there?” a voice boomed from a loudspeaker under the chopper.

Chad and Roni both breathed a heavy sigh of relief and gave an all-is-well wave to the US Coast Guard chopper hovering just off the port bow.

“Sorry for disturbing you, but you appeared to be adrift,” the voice boomed from the chopper.

They both shook their heads “no” to the pilot.

The pilot gave them a wave, turned away from the Roni’s Delight, started climbing, and headed back toward shore.

“Well, that was scary,” Roni said, watching the chopper heading out of sight.

“Yeah, it sure got my heart to pounding,” Chad agreed.

“I think your heart was already pounding,” Roni smiled up into his eyes.

His face turned red. “I’m sorry, Roni. I guess I just got carried away,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. You won’t mention this to Dad will you?”

She stepped closed to him and slipped her arms up around his neck. “I didn’t mean for it to happen either, but I’m not sorry. In fact, I was enjoying it quite a bit.”

He looked at her pretty face, his eyes danced back and forth between her eyes and her delicious looking lips. “And my dad?”

“What about your dad?” she softly asked.

“You’re not going to tell him?” Chad asked.

“Of course not,” she answered. “I may be his wife, but he’s married to that company of his.”

Chad could not resist the urge to taste her beautiful red lips. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her against him. Slowly, their lips met. Her lips eagerly parted at the gentle urging of his young tongue.

Such a kiss he had never known, nor had she in many years. She couldn’t get enough of his exciting tongue. The feel of his manhood growing against her excited her even more. She pressed herself tighter against his hardness.

He moaned into her mouth, then backed his face a few inches away from hers. “You keep that up, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he whispered with a nervous voice.

She smiled, molded her lips back to his and pressed herself against his swollen manhood again. His hands slid over her well-oiled, sensuous back, coming to rest on her firm behind. He cupped a soft globe in each hand and pulled her tighter against himself. He released her behind long enough to slide his hands up her back to get them oily, then slid them gently inside the waistband of her bikini bottom. The smooth skin covering her behind felt like silk in his oily hands.

Her large breasts pressed tight against his muscular chest when she reached behind her back to unhook the bikini top again, their lips still locked and their tongues still exploring. The sensation of her hard, naked, oily nipples against his bare chest when she pulled the top from between them was almost more than his young, excited body could deal with. He began to tremble a little when he felt the bikini bottom slipping down over his hands. She pulled her hips away from him enough to allow the bikini to slide from between them and drop to the deck beside the bikini top.

His heart pounded. His manhood throbbed. His mind raced. Here he was, standing on the bow of his father’s yacht, holding his father’s beautiful, naked wife in his arms, tasting her sweet tongue, and wanting to do more, much more. This gorgeous, sexy woman was his stepmother, his father’s bride. Stepmother, did the word “step” make it okay? Was he breaking some kind of ancient incest rule? What would happen if his advances upset her and she told his father?

Her gentle hand glided slowly up his thigh and inside the leg of his loose fitting swimsuit. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around his concrete-hard member. She ran her slippery fingers up and down its full swollen length. His breath caught in his lungs when she squeezed its sensitive engorged head. She softly sucked on his eager tongue while slowly stroking him.

He reluctantly broke their kiss. “You’re gonna have a real problem on your hands if you don’t stop,” his voice trembled.

“Maybe I’d like a problem like that,” she purred, reaching back for his mouth with her wet lips.

Inching away from her lips, he said, “Maybe we should go below before someone sees us out in the open like this.”

Without releasing her grip on him, she turned to look all around the boat.

“There’s no one around. Besides, I’m too greasy to go below and I don’t think you’re going have enough time to get there,” she replied, increasing the speed and pressure of her loving strokes on his enraged manhood.

His eyes closed. His head tilted back. Every muscle in his strong body began to vibrate with the rapid increase of sexual tension as his body prepared itself for the eminent release building so powerfully in his burning loins.

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Role-play with the Andersons

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“…And I believe that just about wraps everything, ladies and gentlemen,” announced Elliot Anderson, turning from the display screen inside the company boardroom to face the table in which sat the company’s major stock-holders and the chairman, as he finished his presentation regarding the company’s share-holdings for the remainder of its fiscal year. He took off his glasses to wipe his face with his handkerchief while everyone seated round the table gave him a standing ovation. His glasses back on his face, he gave them a boyish smile, shook hands with them and said ‘thank you’, before taking his exist; he didn’t think it prudent for him to keep being there. Once he stepped out of the large room into the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief and congratulated himself on a job well done before then heading towards the elevator.

Already the news had travelled down to the floor where his office was situated regarding his performance, and several of his colleagues were hovering by to shake his hand just as the elevator doors let him off. The meeting upstairs was over a half hour before lunch break, and his boss called his line to tell him how pleased he and the rest of the board had been pleased with his presentation, and also to let him know that as it was already on the notice board that one of the company’s executives would be retiring in the next couple of months, he’d already submitted Anderson’s name to take the vacated spot when it happens. Elliot was more than elated to hear this.

Lunch break came, though Elliot remained in his office to go through some work files on his computer, though at the same time waiting for his secretary to come knock at his door to let him know she was heading out for lunch, as she almost always does. As expected, she did just that a minute later; he’d left home with some sandwiches which Myra had made for him, thus he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

He looked at his watch, gave himself five more minutes before first going over to lock his door, and then returning to his desk, reaching for his cell phone and dialling his wife’s number — he dared not make use of the office phone; his conversation wasn’t something he’d wish for the company to keep records of. Myra would be at her law firm office located near the city’s Supreme Court building which was about ten blocks from where he worked. He knew she too wouldn’t be going out for lunch, at least not today, and that she was just as anxious to await his call.

Her line rang three times before finally she picked it up. “Hello, darling,” she said.

“Hey there beautiful, he smiled. “How’re you doing?”

“Ah, nothing much,” came her reply. “I was just sitting here at my desk, pretending to do some serious work while just waiting to hear from you.”

“Really? So was I.”

He stood up from his chair and went to stand by the large glass windows of his office. The windows were tinted from the outside so no one could see in. the company, it seems, was generously afflicted with keeping in-house secrets, but Elliot couldn’t have cared less, though it was why whenever he made calls such as this, he preferred his cell phone. He as well came to work with his laptop computer in case he needed to surf the net for some porn, which was something he did on a regular basis. Especially the ones filmed by his wife whenever she was at home in bed with herself, while he was stuck here working late nights. Often she would put on her web-cam and fuck herself with her various dildos … or other times she would let Josh, their twenty-one year old son, come and fuck her. Though Elliot very much enjoyed it when it involved the three of them — Myra, Josh, and Cathy, their eighteen-year old daughter. He would lounge back in his chair, unzip his pants and whip out his cock and be watching while stroking himself to a climax, at the same time wishing he was there to enjoy the fun with them. The urge only south to drive him with yearning anticipation, to want to hurry up and get done for the day so as to get home and have fun with his family.

Yes, fun. That what they enjoyed most, and recently he and Myra had thought up an idea, which was the reason of his calling her right now; she too knew why he was calling. Today was their designated Role-play Day. It was marked out on their calendar; it was a day they’d all be hoping to arrive sooner, and now it has.

“You still in the mood, darling?” she said to him.

“Oh yeah, more than ever. But what about Josh and Cathy, how’re they doing?”

“I spoke with them a half hour before you called. They’ll be getting off school soon. And you don’t have to worry — they both took their role-play clothes with them to school, and they’re just as anxious as you and I are.”

“Good. That was all I wanted to hear.”

“How about you, honey? You going to get set soon?”

“Oh yeah, of course. I’m going to be here at least for another hour, and then I’m going to be off. The boss loved my presentation today, and he’s even promised a job opening bursa escort very soon. Looks like I’m going to be a major player anytime soon.”

“Oh honey! That’s wonder news, I’m so happy for you!”

“Not as happy as you’re going to be when I grab that hot, round ass of yours,” he grinned.

“Hmmm, macho talk,” his wife purred into his ear. Just as he’d expected, talking to her was giving him a boner; she always knew how to work her magic on him even when they’re on the phone with each other. “You’re going to have to do more than just grab my ass, mister. Today, you’re going to be my bitch, and I’m going to make you eat my pussy from start to finish, or else I’m going to be the one doing the spanking.”

Elliot couldn’t help himself. He held unto his phone with one hand while the other hurriedly unzipped his pants and whipped out his already hard cock with pre-cum oozing out of its head. He began stroking it while hearing his wife talk on the other end of the line.

“…I’m going to ram my dildo up your ass till you cum,” she said. “I’m gonna wear that hot strap-on you bought me last time we went to Vegas, and I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours while you suck on Josh’s cock…”

“Oh yeahhhh,” he moaned dreamily. His eyes were half shut as he imagined himself getting fucked by his wife while his mouth choked on his son’s rod.

“…and before you begin to fuck me, I’m going to wrap a belt around your neck and you’re going to fuck me harder than you’ve ever done before. I want every inch of your cock jammed up in my pussy … you’re going to fuck me like a bitch that you are, and then when you’re done, you’re going to do the same thing to Cathy. Hmmm, am I getting you all hot there, darling?”

“Ohh babe, you have no fucking idea. Go on, don’t stop now.”

“You’re such a naughty fellow, darling,” she laughed. “But I love you for it, and that’s why since this week I’m been looking forward to our Role-Playing Day. I want to see you in those panties and leg stockings, you and Josh. I’m going to make you beg to lick my pussy. I’m going to punish both of you not to touch your cocks while Cathy and I get busy with ourselves. And if any of you dares to touch your cock, I’m going to take a whip to both of your asses. You’re going to beg me to come and suck you off. I know you get off that just as much as you love watching Cathy and I eat each other up.”

“Oh yes,” Elliot groaned. “Oh yes, I love watching you both very much. So very much.”

The pressure in his cock was building fast to a hair trigger and his moans got uncontrollably louder (a good thing his office walls were sound-proof, thus no one could possibly hear him even if they had their ears plastered to his door). Still his hand didn’t let go of what it was doing, and just then it turned into a stuttered groan as the first jet stream of cum shot out of his cock and splattered on the surface of his glass window. He kept on jerking his cock, letting the rest of it splatter on the carpet, some of which even stained the leg cuffs of his pants. He was still gasping as he stumbled backwards and slumped on his chair, with his glasses nearly slipping off his nose. He brought the back of his hand to his brow and wiped sweat from there; there were wet stains in the armpits of his shirt as well.

“Shit!” he muttered as he gazed down at his pants leg and saw the stain of cum that was there. His cock by now resembled something like a deflated balloon, with cum still oozing out of it. It was a good think his office had an inner rest room, as he then got up and went into it to wipe off the stain. He returned with some tissue paper and cleaned off the river of cum that had stained his glass window as well as on the carpet — wouldn’t want to leave that up to the cleaning ladies, now would we? We most certainly would not, he thought to himself.

He tuned up the AC unit to the highest so as to get rid of the sweat from his face. By the time his secretary returned to his desk fifteen minutes later he was back to his former unexcited self and back at work. Though he stayed for just another hour as he’d told his wife he would, before switching off his office computer and straightening back his shirt before wearing on his jacket. He told his secretary a lie about not feeling too good, and that he was going to take the rest of the day off. He hurried out of the office before anyone, most especially his boss, would want to come over to check on him.

Down the elevator he rode to the bottom garage where his Sedan was just as faithfully waiting for him. It was his wife’s car — he’d opted for her to take his BMW to work while he took hers for anonymity purposes. A minute later he’d driven out of the company’s gates and rode up Scarsdale Avenue, before taking a right turn. He wasn’t heading for home, at least not yet.

He drove out into the city’s major highway, heading towards its outskirts where houses ended and gave way to untouched landscape. Elliot knew very well where he was heading to as he drove bursa escort bayan off the highway and found a dirt road which led him into a bushy farmland. He had spotted it once when he had nothing better to do than take a lazy drive around the city, and not finding anyone around, he liked the place instantly as a very much discreet zone. He parked the Sedan and got out, went to its boot and took out a knapsack bag from within. He opened the bag and took out the female clothes Myra had long packed for him the previous night as part of their role-playing game: he and Josh were to dress in their clothes while the women — Myra and daughter, Cathy — were to wear theirs.

Elliot first did a quick survey of the bushy area, wanting to make absolutely sure that he was alone, as he figured he couldn’t be the only one in the city who’s used the place for a rest stop. Satisfied that he was alone, he set down to work first by taking off his jacket, followed by his pants and shirt, and then his boxer shorts, stockings and shoes, all of which he folded in the Sedan’s backseat, before taking out first a pair of his wife’s pink panties. He wore on the nylon stockings she’d left for him, then the bra, though it felt rather inconveniencing on his chest, but eventually he figured he would manage it just fine. Myra had visited a shop the previous week and bought herself a skirt similar to one she already has, although this one carried his exact waistline measurements, which he wore on next, followed by her blouse. A pair of low-heeled shoes was inside as well, and they were the exact size as his feet (she’d as well bought one with his shoe size in mind). There was a blonde wig resting in the bag — the final apparel — along with a makeup kit. She had shown him how to apply the lipstick along with the mascara and eye pencils. All these he did while looking at his face with the aid of the rear-view mirror. All in all, it took him about an hour to finish transforming himself into a near image of a woman.

He took a while still checking himself out in the mirror, nearly falling in love with the image his eyes were seeing. He practised walking in the clothes, forcing himself to be comfortable in them. Though the shoes were kind of tough, he reasoned it was only for a short while, at least until he got home. When he felt satisfied with his new makeover, he threw his clothes along with the makeup kit into the knapsack before jumping back into the Sedan. He started the engine and then drove out back onto the highway, this time his destination was home.

He was in traffic when his phone started ringing — it was Josh calling. He told him that he and Cathy were right now at home expecting him. Elliot replied that he would be there within the next twenty minutes. Cathy took the phone from her brother and said to him to hurry up, that Mom’s pussy was waiting and so was hers. Elliot had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel as his cock shot itself to standing at attention through the ladies undergarments he was putting on. There was serious traffic while he drove for home. In a car stuck in the second lane right next to his, the middle-aged man who was behind the wheel winked at him and then blew him a kiss. Elliot felt emboldened and self-assured that the man didn’t mistake him for who he really was, and in response, he flashed his eyes at the man and waved at him as the traffic began to ease along.

He got home just in time as it was almost early evening already. He honked his horn twice as he entered into the driveway and parked his car behind his BMW. His wife was standing by the open doorway waiting for him. She was wearing one of his shirt and his favourite pair of shorts, trying to give the appearance of being the man of the house.

“Get in here, bitch!” she snapped at him with the sharp tone of a Marine drill sergeant and slapped his behind as he went past her into the living room.

Josh and Cathy were there too, though just like him, his son was as well dressed in his sister’s outfit while she was putting on his jeans and Metallica t-shirt, and at the moment he was leaning over the couch holding up his skirt, giving everybody a view of his panties-clad ass, while his sister was smacking a palm against his butt.

“This will teach you to be a good bitch when I need you to be!” Cathy said to him while at the same time administering slaps to his butt. Josh moaned each time she slapped him, and Elliot wasn’t surprised to note his son’s erect cock. Myra noticed his erection too as well as the hungry look that gleamed in her husband’s eyes.

“You want a taste of his cock, don’t you, you silly bitch?”

“Oh yes, yes, I very much do,” Elliot licked his lips.

“Well then go over there and show me just how good a cock-sucker you are then.” She pushed him down to his knees and made him crawl towards the couch to fix his head between his son’s legs.

Josh looked down and saw his father’s face under his crotch. He pushed down his panties to let out his cock. Elliot kissed escort bursa the head of his son’s cock, got a taste of pre-cum oozing out of it and liking it, before stretching his head to take in more of his shaft.

“Yeah,” Myra sneered down at him. “Go on and suck that cock, you big bitch. Suck your son’s cock good.” She slid her feet between the under of his skirt to feel her husband’s throbbing erection pleading to jump out of his panties. “I bet you love this dress I gave you? I’ll bet you enjoy walking in my lacy stockings don’t you?”

Elliot mumbled an answer him his mouth was still enclosed around his son’s cock; he was loving every minute of it even as he reached his hand into his son’s panties to tug at his balls. This furthered more excitement on Josh, forcing him to utter a throaty gasp.

“Tell me Cathy, how was Josh feeling when you wore him your clothes?”

She giggled. “Oh he was just as happy as a stupid bitch that he is, mom. My girlfriends hardly even recognised him as we walked back from school. Though he fretted when we rode the bus, and that’s why I had to punish him for it.”

Myra laughed. “Maybe next time, we’ll dress them both up as hookers and go drop them in a gay bar.” She turned to sneer at her hubby. “How about that, bitches? Would the two of you like for us to do that someday — dress you two up as sluts and then leave you out to get picked up? Answer me, both of you!”

Elliot took his mouth off his son’s erection and both of them answered in near tandem: “Oh yes, we’d love that very much!”

“Good. We’re going to have to set that up for our next Role-Play Day. What do you think, Cathy?”

“Sounds sweet!” she grinned impishly. “I’d really like to see Josh getting fucked. His pussy has been getting quite sore, I know.”

She gave her brother’s ass another slap, making him howl with delight. The soreness of his ass was intermixed with the pleasure he was getting from my dad’s mouth.

While mother and daughter conversed and laughed, Elliot went back to sucking his son’s cock. Josh held his dad’s head and jerked his hips back and forth, heading him with the length of his shaft. A surreal wave of ecstasy coursed through his veins, coupled with his mounting groans. Elliot sensed his son was soon going to cum, and thus speeded his sucking. Josh by now was breathing heavily as he then pulled his cock from his dad’s mouth and jerked his load of cum into his Elliot’s gaping mouth. When he was done, he slid down on the couch, and at that moment, his sister grasped his cock as it was her turn to pounce on him. Myra leaned towards her husband and shared a deep, lingering kiss with him, licking her tongue around his lips so as to get a wanting taste too of her son’s precious seed. Though she was always jealous whenever he fed his semen to either his father or sister and saving her to take up the dregs, still it was a gift for the family.

Feeling satiated, the four of them retired to the master bedroom, with the women pulled their men via their cocks as if they were a pair of house slaves, which at the moment they virtually were.

In the bedroom, the women stripped the men of their clothes, save for their lacy stockings, though in Josh’s case included a garter belt. Myra and Cathy climbed up on the bed and began rubbing their pussies; the men stood there gaping at both lovely women with their cocks nodding their reptile-like heads. Each man was thinking just the same thing — wishing to grab hold of their shaft and start stroking. The women too could sense this.

“No touching your cocks, you bitches!” Myra commanded them.

Thus each man remained at attention by the edge of the bed and watched as the women took out their individual dildos and began fucking themselves with it. The room echoed the lovely sound of their moans; father and son could do nothing but watch in miserable silence. Mother and daughter turned their heads and shared a passionate kiss whilst their hands kept up the momentum of the self-screwing. It wasn’t long before they both achieved orgasm. Myra waited till she’d recovered before signalling the men over to clean them both up.

“Get to work, boys,” she held her legs apart, displaying the richness of her wet, dripping cunt. “You know what to do, so hop to it!”

It was the opportunity father and son had both been waiting for and neither of them wasted any second jumping onto the bed and attacking mother and daughter with their lips and tongue. In no time, the women’s moans were matching each other as the men slurped their gushing juice. Josh finger-fucked his sister’s pussy while sucking on her clit, sending shards of ecstatic daggers up her body.

“Uhhh-Ohhh yeah,” Cathy pinched her nipples, moaning at the same time while rotating her hips under her brother’s questing mouth. “Ohhh Josh, you’re so good with your tongue!”

Her words sounded dreamy; Josh felt invigorated by it to probe her pussy even further.

Myra too was exploding with pleasure from Elliot’s tongue. “Oh yes, yes … Oh God, you’re my favourite bitch!” she writhed and fanned her head left and right, caught in the impounding hotness of ecstasy. Elliot was having as much fun with her as he knew she too was getting.

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Robin’s Travels Pt. 02

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Hello, this is Robin. I share this forum with my husband Jeff. Up to now we have written stories about our lives as subs to another couple.

I spent a large part of my life traveling for business. Stories under the title Robins Travels will be about those travels and experience

First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still very sexually active, bi woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things have moved around a bit, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I’m a perfect 38-28-42. At the beginning I had black hair everywhere, now gray, almost white, hair and only on my head. I am gifted with green eyes.

This took place when I was about 40. Where is not important but it happened when I visited my sister who was having back surgery.

My sister Mary and I were twins. Not identical twins at all, but simply born within minutes of each other. We were so physically different that as children we were often kidded about having different fathers. The truth is that long after Dad died and Mom was getting along in years she admitted to us that we were born nine months after a party at which she had sex with multiple men including our father. When we asked what she meant by multiple men she smiled and said: “Let’s just say I don’t remember after the fourth.” At that time Mary and I were home celebrating our 22nd birthday with mom. We were experienced enough to not judge her.

As bursa escort high school ended Mary and I talked about sex a lot. It was during one of those conversations, home on break from college, that she told me that her roommate had kissed her and touched her under her sweater. I listened carefully. Mary would soon be 20 and was only now experiencing another woman. She said it was very different, very soft and gentle. She told me she was not “gay” but she loved it and would do it again. I remember looking at her and saying: “Show me.”

She hesitated, then moved closer and kissed me. It was just a lips on lips kiss but it was electric and led to more. During her second or third kiss Mary slid her hands up my tee shirt and touched my breasts through my bra and then up my back and unhooked my bra. She then pulled my tee up over my head and my bra went with it.

I was on my back on the bed and she was over me and I pulled her tee shirt over her head and then unhooked her bra. There was something unforgettable about Mary putting her nipples against mine. That first time we kissed and hugged and rubbed breasts with our hands and breast against breast a lot but nothing more.

It took years and lots of experience with men, but eventually Mary and I became lovers. I remember my first real orgasm except for masturbation, was in fact the first time Mary went down on me and her tongue touched my clit. No one had ever gone down on me until then.

The last time I was with Mary was more than a year ago while I was visiting. Early one morning, hearing her husband Mike leave for work, I got up to get coffee. bursa escort bayan Mary was not up. I grabbed a cup and headed into the living room to catch the news on TV. Not two steps out of the kitchen Mary called out and asked if I was up. I went into the bedroom and she pulled back the covers inviting me in. I climbed in and gave her a good morning kiss on the forehead. I reached in and took one of her breasts in my hand. Mary cuddled closer and said: “Oh, I have missed you so much”. When I moved my hand down she grabbed it and said: “No, no, no, Mike was just down there and I’m sure he left behind a big mess.

I remember saying only: “Oh yum” as I threw back the covers and went down on her. I’m sure I am an exception but there is nothing as erotic as the smell and taste of a recently fucked woman.

Mary and I had stayed close over the years and I wanted to be there for this surgery. I arrived on Wednesday, two days before the procedure. Mary had back problems for years but the last six months were very bad and required surgery to hopefully end the nerve pain.

Marys husband Mike picked me up at the airport and we went to their house and planned to visit Mary in the evening at the hospital. Mike was a nice guy. A hot looking man about my age. He was a fitness enthusiast and it showed. Now if only he was not my sisters husband.

Mike reintroduced me to their guest room and we grabbed a pizza on the way to the hospital

We visited Mary that evening. We talked about many things and ended on a happy upbeat note. She would be fine. Mike left the room for a moment and Mary handed me an envelope escort bursa and told me to read it later when I was alone.

Mike and I went back to their house and Mike gave me towels if I wanted to shower. He said he was beat, would shower, hit the sack and see me in the morning. I left my room door open so when he finished his shower i took the chance and took one myself. When I left my room I saw his door was open about a foot giving him a great view of the hall. Always a tease, I was sure to make some noise as I left the bathroom. Sure enough the towel I was wearing came undone and fell off as I walked past his room. I stopped faced away from his door and bent at the waist to pick it up.

I was in my room thinking what a tease I was when I remembered the note. I put on a tee shirt a thong and went into the living room to read it.

The note was short and to the point. Mary said how much she loved me and appreciated my being there. She then went on to say how much she regretted not being able to please Mike for such a long time.

She then said that she wanted to give each of us something for standing by her and had decided to give us each other.

I read the note again and was thinking about it when I looked up and saw Mike standing there. He asked if it was Marys note. I told him it was and asked him if he knew what it said. He said yes, Mary had talked to him about it. I asked him what he thought about it. He came over and sat next to me on the couch and told me that he loved us both and that would not change no matter what we decided.

I thanked him and told him i needed time to think.

We went to bed.

At 2:00 am I left the guest room naked and went into their bedroom and climbed into bed with him. He took me in his arms and said: “I was hoping this is what you would decide.” We kissed very very hesitantly.

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Rob’s Initiation

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Rob Quinn turned eighteen in the middle of his senior year in high school. A perpetual horndog, he constantly had girls on his mind. Tits, preferably big ones. Pussy. He hadn’t gotten any yet, but it was not from a lack of trying.

Sally Smith had been his “steady” for the last two years. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect face, and a body that would stop traffic. She was also a virgin, and planned to stay that way until she got married. Rob’s mission in life was to get her to change her mind.

He constantly fantasized about her. Getting his eyes, his hands, and his mouth on her luscious breasts. He wondered what her nipples looked like? What color were they? Were they puffy? How big were her areolas? Every time he had tried to cop a feel, she would push his hand away.

At night, he dreamed about her naked body and all the things he would do to it. And all the things she would do to him. He imagined what her pussy looked like. Never having seen one, he didn’t know what he’d find if he ever got “down there.” Was her pubic hair blonde too? What did it smell like? Taste like? Could he eat it?

Most everything he knew about sex, he got from the other guys in the locker room. They all bragged about their conquests with their girlfriends. He didn’t realize most of what he heard was bullshit; he thought he must be the only male virgin in his class.

He knew, from checking out the other guys, that his penis was larger than average. Didn’t girls really like a big cock? Sally didn’t know that he had a big one, because she’d never seen it.

One time he rubbed it against her when they were dancing, and she pulled away and left a foot of space between them. She wouldn’t press her breasts against him when they were dancing either. She did, however, really like kissing and making out. No tongues allowed.

He had to satisfy himself with his good right hand. Which he did, several times a day. He’d stroke himself and imagine it was her hand on his cock. He’d lube it up, roll over on his stomach, and pretend his hand was her pussy.

His favorite product was the Astro Glide that he “borrowed” from his sister Kathleen’s bedside table. Kathleen was two years older than Rob and had a collection of vibrators in there too.

Sometimes at night, he could hear a buzzing noise coming from her room, along with moans that got really loud when she came. He imagined watching her use one. He was the Walter Mitty of horny fantasies.

Sometimes, even though he knew it was wrong, he fantasized about Kathleen. She was a stone fox too, with long legs, a terrific ass, and as he knew from checking out her underwear drawer, wore a 34C bra. When she wore one, that is. Her favorite around-the-house attire was a pair of cut-off short shorts and a tee shirt with no bra.

He could tell they were firm, because they hardly moved when she walked. What really drove him crazy was her nipples that were prominently displayed under her shirt. Sometimes, when it was chilly in the house, they really stood out.

One night after going to a movie and a heavy make-out session with Sally, Rob came home and noticed his friend Susie sitting out on her porch swing.

He’d known her since she was five, when the Bakers moved next to the Quinns in the quiet neighborhood where they lived. They had never dated, she was his friend, he never thought of her that way. Susie and Rob could talk about anything, even sex.

He went over and sat next to her on the swing. “What’s up, Rob, you look really bummed out?”

He decided to let it all out. “It’s about Susie. We’ve been going steady for two years, and she won’t let me do anything but kiss her. She won’t even French kiss. I’m probably the only guy in the senior class who’s never even felt up a girl.”

He knew she had gone with several guys during their years in school, and for the first time wondered about her sexual activities. “How far have you gone with a guy?”

“Well, I’ve let them feel my boobs, and I’ve done a hand job,” she answered frankly.

“Feel your bare tits?”

“I’ve never let them do it bare, but I let one guy go under my sweater and feel me over my bra.”

Rob had watched her breasts grow over the years, from little buds to a really nice rack. They had to be at least as big as Kathleen’s. She was wearing short shorts and a tight tee shirt. All of a sudden, he was looking at her in a new light.

Surprising the shit out of him, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. They were so soft and supple. Her lips nibbled at his, and without warning, her tongue snaked out into his mouth. He met her tongue with his and their kisses intensified.

They both breathed heavily as they experienced raw passion. His cock became rock hard; her panties were wet. His hand casually slipped off her shoulder and landed on her breast. He waited for her to push it away, but she didn’t.

Emboldened, he slid his hand under her tee shirt, up to her lacy bra. He cupped each one, then his fingers traced the swell bursa escort of her breasts where they spilled over the top of the bra. God, they felt wonderful!

He remembered her limits, and wondered if he could exceed them. When he tried to get his hand under her bra, she pulled it away. She really wanted him to do it, and a lot more, but she was holding off, waiting for the right guy. If they weren’t good friends, and he wasn’t going steady, he might have been the one. But not now.

Aware of his state of arousal, she reached over, unzipped his pants, and released his swollen penis. “Wow, nice cock, nice big one,” she said, and wrapped her hand around it.

It felt wonderful. It was the first hand, other than his own, that ever touched it. She stroked him slowly, up and down the shaft, pausing to run gentle fingers over its head. A long, low growl escaped from his throat, along with his ragged breath.

The tingle began at the soles of his feet. His toes curled, his balls contracted, and the rush spread through his cock as he came. And came. And came some more. “Oh God, Susie, that was totally awesome.”

“Glad to help,” she said gently, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She was completely wound up and spent a long time that night with her fingers between her legs.

Rob and Sally’s senior prom was coming up soon. Lots of the kids were booking hotel rooms afterwards, but they were not among them. Although her hormones were raging, her parents, and her religious upbringing had drilled keeping her virginity into her head.

Most of her girlfriends had some kind of sexual experience, from going “all the way,” to heavy petting, to mutual masturbation. Her friend Julie told her, in all sincerity, “if you want to hold onto a guy, you’ve got to give him something. If you don’t want let him fuck you, at least jerk him off or give him a blow job.”

Sally winced at the word “fuck,” but thought seriously about what Julie had said. She was, quite naturally, curious. She had no idea what a penis looked like, let alone how it felt. Likewise, she didn’t know how to do either a hand job or a blow job. Julie gave her instructions.

At first she thought the idea was disgusting. My God, he pees out of that thing, and I’m supposed to put it in my mouth?

Thinking about it, however, caused a tingling sensation between her legs, but she had do idea what to do about that either. She finally made up her mind.

They next time she and Rob went on a date she told him, “I’m really looking forward to the prom.” Then she giggled nervously and whispered in his ear, “I’ve got something special for you afterwards.” He was intrigued.

Sally wore a floor length, strapless gown. It was more modest than most, but at least it showed a little bit of cleavage. If he stood on his tiptoes when they danced, he could peek down the top and get a glimpse of her wired, solid white bra and the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of it.

She held him tightly as they danced, and he could feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. And didn’t back up, at least not much, when she felt his erection against her abdomen. He wondered what her “surprise” was going to be. Jesus, he was horny.

They, as usual, parked a block away from her house, under a canopy of elm trees. That way her parents couldn’t see them making out. When they started kissing, Rob was startled when her felt her tongue timidly enter his mouth. He met her with his own, and they did a little tender dance in each other’s mouth.

He could feel her heating up, and his passion grew to match hers. Out of nowhere, she took his hand and pressed it against her breast. He cupped, molded, and stroked, marveling at their size and shape. He couldn’t feel a whole lot through the fabric of her dress and her rigid bra, so he kind of guessed at where her nipples might be.

She couldn’t feel a whole lot through the layers either, but found herself aroused by just the idea. He tried to slide his hand down the front of her dress, but she pulled it away and put it back outside her clothes.

Then, incredulously, he felt her hand unzipping his fly. As she was fumbling with the process, he reached in and pulled it out for her. She let out a gasp and her eyes widened at the sight of her first penis. Half frightened, half titillated she stared at it. So big. So hard. Purple veins lined the shaft, the head look so red and almost angry.

Tentatively, she put her hand around it. So hard, yet soft. So hot and throbbing. She moved her hand, as Julie had instructed her, and felt the skin move with her stroke. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and bent down and took it in her mouth.

Rob was in hog heaven. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good. She bobbed her head up and down about three times and he couldn’t contain the rush that overwhelmed him. He shot an enormous load right in her mouth.

Her teeth wounded the head of his cock as she violently pulled away. Her screams were muffled by the gagging and choking. She bursa escort bayan spit out the volume of semen, then projectile vomited. All over her dress, in her shoes, and all over his pants and his father’s car. She jerked open the car door and ran home as fast as she could, leaving her shoes behind on the sidewalk.

She never spoke to him again.

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Aunt Peggy was coming for the weekend. She was their mother, Mary’s, younger sister. All three of the younger Quinns, Rob, Kathleen, and Colleen, loved her. She was childless, and doted on her nieces and nephew. She only came when their father, Mark, was out of town.

Peggy and Mary were best friends, and they talked and laughed until the wee hours. They slept in the same bed, as they did when they were children. Rob and Colleen thought it was “cute.” Kathleen had other suspicions.

Rob thought she was hot, at least for an older woman. She had strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, and a curvy body with nice, high breasts. She wore low-cut tops that showed lots of cleavage.

Peggy and Mary, after sharing a bottle of wine, were undressing for bed. Actually, they were undressing each other, slowly and deliberately. Peggy, at forty, had firm, high breasts without a hint of sag, thanks to her plastic surgeon. She hadn’t had any enhancement, her breasts were already full, he just restructured her muscles a bit to take out any droop.

Mary’s breasts were somewhat elongated, and at 42, had a bit of middle aged sag. She joked that she wore the same sized bra that she did in high school. “But when I take it off, my nipples are three inches closer to the floor.”

They stood naked before each other, then moved together in a passionate embrace. Peggy stroked and fondled her sister’s breasts, then lowered her mouth to her nipples and sucked each one in turn. Mary’s whole body was aflame, her heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest. A low moan, mingled with her ragged breath, escaped from her throat as she came, her juices running down her thighs.

They fell back on the bed. Mary hovered over her sister, running her lips and tongue over her whole body. When she got to that warm, wet place between her legs, she licked and sucked with wild abandon. Peggy writhed and bucked her hips in tune with the tongue that lapped at her pussy. Reaching her peak, she screamed and came hard. Mary’s mouth filled with her spunk.

She moved up her sister’s body until they were lined up, vulva to vulva, then they began to grind against each other, tribbing with abandon, clit to clit, until they came together in a shuddering aura of lust and longing. Satisfied and spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Kathleen had been listening outside their door; her suspicions were now confirmed. What she didn’t anticipate is how turned on she had become while eavesdropping. Her pussy was soaking wet.

She had never experienced another woman, but the idea titillated her. Sex with her fiancé was less than satisfying. He was crude and fast, taking his own pleasure without concern for hers. She had overheard the slow, lingering, loving way her mother and aunt made love to each other.

Returning to her room, she dropped her robe, and stood in front of her full length mirror, examining her image in the glass. She ran her hands over her full, ripe breasts, feeling all the curves and the lovely uplift. Rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she watched them harden and pertly stand out. She could reach them with her tongue, which she did, and wished she could suck on them herself.

She caressed her body, from her breasts, down her abdomen, to her pussy. She pushed two fingers as far as they would go into her hot, wet vagina and frigged herself as fast as she could. Wetting her fingers, she rubbed them over her clit, and watched in the mirror as her juices spewed out of her cunt when she came.

Reclining on her bed, she reached into her bedside table for her favorite sex toy, her purple “rabbit.” Turning it on she watched as the head of the soft vinyl penis revolved and the silver beads further up the shaft spun around and around.

She was wet enough, and didn’t need her AstroGlide. She inserted the vibrator into her vagina, and purred as the head revolved deep inside her, and the beads tantalized her labia. She pressed another button, and the little rubber fingers buzzed against her clitoris.

Rob, passing down the hallway, heard the buzzing, the moaning, and the cries of ecstasy as she exploded in orgasm. He found himself sporting an enormous hard-on that he had to stroke off when he got back to his room. Colleen and her best friend, Nathan, were watching a DVD in her third floor loft, oblivious to what else was going on in the house.

In the morning, they all gathered around the kitchen table, having an after-breakfast cup of coffee and chatting with Aunt Peggy, catching her up on all their activities. School had just ended, and she asked them all what they were going to do.

Kathleen escort bursa was going to intern in her fiancé’s family bank, and Colleen was tutoring students in math at summer school. “What about you, Rob?” she asked.

“I’m still looking,” he said dejectedly.

“Oh great! I’m looking for someone to work for me this summer. I have landscaping to do, some maintenance and painting, and a whole bunch of other chores that need doing. I’ll pay you twelve dollars and hour, plus room and board of course.”

“Wow, that would be great. Thanks, Aunt Peggy.” Twelve dollars an hour was a fortune to him, he had been expecting to earn minimum wage, if he could even find a job. If he saved enough, he could buy a car to drive to the community college he would be attending in the fall.

Peggy lived in a rambling one story house on a fifteen acre lot in a wooded area, about two hours out of town. The house was all redwood and glass, with enormous decks overlooking the valley and the river below. There was a large swimming pool in the back that would provide a refreshing finish to a long day’s work. He was a hard worker, and would definitely give her her money’s worth.

He started early the first morning, digging up the soil along her walkway where she wanted a low hedge. Nearing noon, the sun rose high and hot in the sky. Peggy watched as he peeled off his shirt, the sweat glistening on his body. He stood 6’2″, was well muscled, including six pack abs.

She watched as he swung the pick and spaded the earth. Jesus, what a hunk, she thought to herself. Her eyes narrowed into a feline countenance and her lips curved into a slight smile. It sure would be fun to seduce him. She could teach him a lot. But she’d need to go slow. After all it was a long summer. A long, hot summer?

Peggy had never married. After college, she worked as a computer programmer for a large multi-national corporation. After ten years, she opened her own business, developing industry-specific software programs. Her company took off and she recently sold it to another large corporation for twenty million dollars.

She, since she started college, she lived with her bachelor brother, Jack. There were whispers among some family members that their relationship was more than brother and sister. Jack taught physics at the university, and was on a summer hiatus in Paris, leaving Peggy alone in the house.

Rob knocked off at 4:30, having put in a good eight hours. He was shining with sweat, his muscles all pumped up after a hard day’s work. “Why don’t you take a shower and then have a dip in the pool before dinner. You look hot.” Peggy had more than one definition for hot.

When he finished his shower, he pulled on the Speedos that he wore on his high school swim team. Even flaccid, Peggy noticed that he had quite a bulge in the spandex. She licked her lips.

After they’d finished their dinner, she moved behind his chair and began to massage his shoulders, digging her fingers deep into his muscles. “Ahh, that feels really good, Aunt Peggy.”

“Let’s drop the Aunt, just call me Peggy.” She continued her ministrations. There was a lot more of him that she wanted to get her hands on, but she could be patient; one step at a time.

They moved into the living room to watch a movie, sitting on opposite ends of her long couch. She was wearing an old pair of jeans with frayed knees and a loose fitting tee shirt. Rob couldn’t help ogling her chest when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. She caught him staring at her protruding nipples, and at the thought, they stiffened with her arousal.

Her dog, Goofy, a shaggy haired mixed breed, streaked into the room and flopped down at her feet, thumping his tail on the floor. When she bent over to scratch his ears, her shirt pulled away from her body, and he got a flash of the upper part of her breasts. No nip-slip, but enough to make his penis harden. Peggy’s eyes narrowed as she took in the rise in his pants.

It rained the next day and they moved their chores indoors. Peggy dragged a stepladder into the center of the room; she wanted to dust off the blades on a ceiling fan. “Hold the ladder steady for me, Please.”

She was wearing a pair of shorts, and he noted what great legs she had, long, and well toned. When she reached the top of the ladder, Rob could see up the legs of her shorts. Wow! she was wearing a thong. From his position behind her, he could see both cheeks of her ass, with tiny ribbon of fabric disappearing in the cleft. He scooched around to the front, and he could see the tiny triangle pulled up between the lips of her pussy. A perfect camel toe. She watched him looking at her, and her panties moistened.

Peggy’s friend, Sheila, came to visit that afternoon. It had stopped raining, and Rob got back to his landscaping tasks. He checked her out as she came down the walk. Platinum blonde hair, full lips, dressed in a skin-tight mini skirt and a low cut top that showed lots of cleavage.

Swinging hips, nice ass, and a magnificent rack. He didn’t know about the silicone implants, tummy tuck, liposuction, other nips and tucks, and hours with a personal trainer that kept her looking that way. She got a good look at him, too, and started to drool.

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Road Trip Ch. 03: Rose and Renee

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AUTHOR’s NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem “O Mother Dear”.

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Rose and Renee were in their semi-identical mode, or ‘SIM’ as they called it. Each wore the same outfit consisting of a white polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts with elastic unbelted waist, white crew sock in pink Nikes, and hair loosely pulled back to the nape of the neck with a plastic clip. The only difference was Rose’s clip was bright red and Renee’s was shiny black. Sitting on the back seats, they were, for the most part, quietly absorbed with their phones, playing games or looking at their Facebook pages, and listening to music through their earbuds. Occasionally one or the other would laugh, or poke her sister and whisper something.

Meanwhile, up front, Kent drove and Arthur constantly scanned the Sirius XM, unable to settle on ‘something worth listening to’ for more than a few minutes at a time. Kent laughed inwardly because his dad stll did not seem clear on how the subscription channels worked and thought he might get more or different offerings every hundred miles or so. “Oh well, “Kent thought for the umpteenth time,” he has an i-Phone and uses e-mail, so that’s something.”

North State University was farther away, and in the opposite direction, from Central University where Ross was going to play football, but the twins had earned full-ride basketball scholarships to NSU, so, for the next four years at least, the kids woud be separated for the first time. This would be the beginning of an interesting growth period for all of them.

With evening coming on and still hours to drive to the motel, Kent pulled into a truckstop chain well known for its good food and clean restrooms. Kent claimed a booth and held it while Arthur and the girls used the bathrooms. When they returned, Kent took a walk saying,”Order me a Denver omelette, O.J., and whole wheat toast if the waitress shows up before I do, Dad.”

“Will do, Son,” replied Arthur, to his brother’s disappearing back. To the twins he said, “That sounds good to me, too. What are you girls thinking about?”

“Banana pancakes, link suasages and whipped cream,” they chirped in near unison.

Arthur laughed and said, “I should have guessed. Do you ever order anything else from a breakfast meneu?”

“We like bananas, and sausages, and whipped cream, Uncle Art!” Renee said with a grin.

Yes,” added Rose slyly, but sometimes we mix it up and order that warm sticky syrup with the nuts…”

“…you know, Uncle Art, pecans.” finished Renee.

Arthur, seated to face Renee, with Rose on his left to the outside of the booth bench, could not see Rose’s left eye as she impishly winked at her sister, but he could not help hearing the mrth in her voice when she said, “Yes, that the one. Let’s see if they have any. We’ll get sticky nuts and creamy sausages with our pancakes!”

The waitress was finishing the order as Kent arrived and slid into the booth opposit Rose and beside Renee. “Oh, good, cofee is already here,” he said. “Did you order the usual?” he asked, smiling at Rose and then at Renee.

“Yes,” answered Renee but they didn’t have the really good syrup we like…”

“..but,” added Rose, “Uncle Art noticed they have pecan sweet rolls and we ordered a couple of them.”

“Yep,” said Arthur, “I can’t let my nieces suffer. They need sticky nuts on their sweet buns.”

“No,” agreed Kent, “They deserve to be fully indulged.” Both men laughed and reached arms behind and around the twins and hugged them tight.

Niether girl flinched from the close contact. In fact, each pushed herself sideways to jam up against the man next to her. Arthur and Kent felt the increased body heat along their legs and the warm bulging teen breasts pressing against their ribs. The family dynamic turned and took on new dimensions. Arthur pulled his arm back, looking across to Kent, who did likewise. Renee and Rose also exchanged glances without losing their dimpled smiles.

Renee brought her left hand, under the table top, across her body to drop on her father’s left leg at mid-thigh. Turning and craning her neck, she kissed him on his cheek, enjoying the slight abrasion of his 5 o’clock shadow against her soft lips, and said, “Thank you, Daddy, for always being so good to us!”

Rose twisted on the bench toward Arthur, raised her left hand and laid her palm flat on his chest. Toying absently with his shirt button, she said, “and you, too, Uncle Art! We both love both of you so much ’cause you are always there when we need anything.”

The waitress approached the booth as the brothers said “Thank you” to the twins. Mistaking the words to be directed to her, she said “You’re welcome,” delivered the food and departed. The family burst out laughing at this and then turned to their plates.

While the men ate quietly and steadily, the twins picked pendik escort at, and even played with, their favorite breakfast. Rose carefully extracted all the banana bits she could find in her pancakes, pushed them into a pile and mixed them with the whipped cream. Sticking an index finger into the mess, she twirled it until it was coated and then pulled it up to her mouth and pushed the tip between her lips past her teeth and slurped. When her finger was clean, Rose pulled it from her mouth, scraped errant drops of cream from her chin and licked the finger clean again.

Meanwhile, Renee used a table knife to shave the pecans and caramel topping from her sweet roll and spread the goo thickly along the tops of her link sausages. Picking up the bumpy, sticky sausages with her finger tips, she dunked them in the pitcher of syrup next to her pancakes and stabbed them briefly into the whipped cream topping before she popped them whole into her mouth to chew and swallow.

Kent reminded them there was still a significant drive before they got to their waiting motel and the twins agreed to finish their meals in normal fashion. Soon they were all moving toward the Jeep when Renee broke into a sprint and yelled “SHOTGUN!” to claim the front passenger seat, leaving the back to Rose and a protesting Arthur.

“My long legs will probably cramp up back here,” he complained, to no avail.

“You didn’t call ‘shotgun!’ and I did, so too bad!” retorted Renee with a grin pierced by her pink tongue. “Besides, Uncle Art, “I’ll move the seat up and you’ll have oodles of legroom.”

Rose tugged at his jeans’ hip pocket and said,”It’ll be OK, Uncle Art. If you get a cramp, Coach showed me how to rub it out.”

Kent just shrugged, saying nothing as he got behind the wheel and started the motor. With seating assignments arranged beyond discussion, the quartet moved back onto the highway.

Rose wasted no time snugging up to her uncle in the back seat and asking,”Do you have enough room, Ucle Art? Do you think you’re going to get all stiff and need to be rubbed?”

“Well, Honey, it’s too soon to say,” answered Arthur, “we’l just have to see how it goes. But, tell me, have you been keeping up with your rope jumping?

“Oh, yes, both Renee and I are totally running and jumping. We remember how important you said endurance and leg strength is for perfrmance.”

“Good, that’s good,” Arthur said. He placed his right hand down into the footwell behind Kent’s seat grabbing Rose’s right calf just above her crewsock. “Flex, sweetie, let me feel your muscle.”

Rose tensed her calf and Arthur moved his cupped palm up and down, clucking approvingly, “Nice.” Continuing upward, he paused behind her knee and bent his wrist out encouraging Rose to move her left leg toward the door. As her knees and thighs gapped in response, Arthur’s hand moved up under the loose leg hem of her cargo shorts.

“Now, your hams,” Arthur said, sliding and gripping the back of her thigh as Rose again tensed her leg. “Mmm, yes,” breathed Arthur, rotating his hand over her leg. Rose’s shorts covered her uncle’s hand, wrist and lower forearm. Fascinated, she watched his hidden paw move beneath the cloth like a small animal. “And your quads, sweetie,” Arthur added, splaying his fingers out to squeeze that hard muscle, “Oh, yes, very nice, indeed. I am so pleased you are working out as we have discussed.”

Increasing and decreaing his grip Arthur kneaded his niece’s leg muscles up, down, over and under from her knee nearly to her buttocks. He was gratified to hear her small sharp intakes and short releases of breath as he rubbed. “Yes, Honey, I think you are definately coming along. What do you think?” Arthur asked.

“Oh, Uncle, yes, mmm…yes!” Rose gasped, then she slid back and away from so she lay flat across the rear seat. Her head was against the driver’s side door and her right leg, with her uncle’s hand still buried in her cargo shorts, extended over Arthur’s lap. Rose’s left leg was off the seat in the passenger side footwell with her foot flat on the floor and her knee at a 45 degree angle. Arthur slid his arm further under her shorts and extended his fingers locating the crease where thigh, pelvis and bottom met. He wiggled his fingertip to get under the right leg seam of Rose’s panties and traced the line along her soft skin with his trimmed fingernail.

When Arthur heard her whimper, he quickly freed himself and brought both his hands to Rose’s waist. Diving them under, and expanding, the elastic waistband, he yanked her shorts to her knees. Even in the dim halflight, Arthur could see a darker shadowed splotch on the front of Rose’s panties, verifying her body’s reaction to his touch was precisely as she had previously described to Renee.

“Hmmm,” Arthur spoke in a low tone, “I noticed your tight glutes when I swatted you this morning, but your PJ’s hid your abs.” Hooking his thumbs under Rose’s polo shirt’s bottom hem, he pushed it up to perch on the bra covering her now heaving escort pendik bosom. Arthur leaned forward and slowly stroked the flat of his right hand along Rose’s stomach while his left hand gripped high on her extended leg, thumb pressed delicately against her soaked panties’ crotch. Arthur paused his movements long enough to plant a quck kiss on Rose’s navel, revelling in her pussy’s scent filling his nostrils.

Rose squirmed and moaned under the attention. From the front of the Jeep, Kent asked, “Hey, is everything OK back there?”

“Oh, yeah, Son,” Arthur said, “We’re in fine shape back here.” Looking up from his niece’s tummy, he smiled, winked, and asked very softly, “Aren’t we, sweetie?”

“y-y-yes, mmm… ooH!” Rose sputtered tremulously.

“Alright,” replied Kent, “But let me know if I need to pull over. I don’t want to clean up any puke!”

Renee, meanwhile, her earbuds in and her music up, was unaware of the outside world.

Arthur continued his progress. Sliding his right hand to Rose’s panties’ waist,he pressed her tummy enough to slip under the elastic. He arched his wrist, tenting the sticky material, and burrowed through her downy snatch to find the hooded button at the top of her pussy’s slippery cleft.

Rose yipped, bucking her hips. “Shush, shush, Honey,” Arthur cooed, his left hand under her ass and his right index finger embedded to the first knuckle in her slit, “we aren’t there yet.”

Bringing his hands out of her drawers, Arthur returned to Rose’s upper pavilion. He pulled her polo until it was bunched under her arms and across her thoat latch. Rose excitely collapsed her arms around her uncle’s neck as he pushed her bra cups above her swollen puffy nippples, releasing her imprisoned breasts to the custody of his palms.

“Rose, your pecs have developed very well, sweetie,” Arthur praised her. His strong hands massaged her tits while he deliberately sucked first her left, and then her right, nipple. She raised her hands to the back of her uncle’s head pulling him down hard, flattening his face on her crushed breast. Arthur’s tongue danced teasing and twirling as his lips tugged her nipples until she bit his shoulder to avoid screaming.

Rose shook in convulsions. She held Arthur so tight her body ached. The delicious intense pleasure passed to become a warm glow allowing her to relax. “Oh, Uncle! That was amazing,” she panted. When her breathing normalized, she asked, “Can we do it again? Soon? will it always be like this?”

Rose, sweetie,” Arthur answered, “we can do it lots and maybe it will be like this or maybe it will feel even better. Who can say? But let’s tidy ourselves up and rest until we get to the motel.”

***

About the time Arthur and Rose drifted into their naps, Renee pulled her earbuds out. Turning off her music, she tugged Kent’s sleeve. “I’m super bored, Dad, are we about there yet?”

“No, not really, Honey,” he replied, turning his head to give her an exaggerated ‘sad face’ look.

“Well, I’ve listened to all my music and I’m not sleepy or anything and it looks like Rose and Uncle Art are out of it,” she said, not noticing the wry grin on her dad’s face when she mentioned her uncle and sister. “Anyway I don’t know what to do and it’s too dark to look out the window!” She engineered her most effective pout and waited.

“Well, Honey,” Kent responded, “I don’tknow what to tell you. I’m driving and I’m awake, so if you want to talk and keep me company, that would be nice.”

“OK, I guess,” Renee said in an uncertain tone. “Can I scoot over and sit on the console beside you? I promise I won’t crowd you or mess with the gears or anything.”

“I don’t know,” Kent objected, “It looks like a benchseat and the console is sturdy enough for sure, but there’s no seatbelt.”

“Oh Daddy! “Don’t be like that!” reproached his daughter. “It’s pitch dark and even if a policeman did see us I could get buckled up fast. Besides, you’re a safe driver, hardly anyone’s on the road and it’s not like you were going to take us over a cliff or something!”

Renee’s logic was not impeccable but her earnestness was implacable. With no more protest from her father she unbuckled and moved over. Renee leaned her upper body on Kent, her left arm along his neck on the seat back below the headrest. Her ass was perched on the console cover and her bent legs directed her knees to the dash, while her calves, ankles and feet were supported by the passenger seat.

True to her words, the “S-shape” of her posture was well clear of the floor mounted automatic transmission, but if she was not crowding him, Kent may have been crowding her. His right arm snaked around her back, along her right side, with his hand resting on her hip. In effect, the two appeared fused like the butter melting on the pancakes back at the truckstop.

Renee began to tell her dad about the latest changes to her Facebook page but, noticing he lacked enthusiasm for this, she changed her tack to engage him in a more pendik escort bayan serious discussion. “Dad,” she started, “we can talk about anything, right? I mean you won’t get stuffy or mad and you’ll give me straight anwsers, right?”

“Sure, Renee,” Kent answered, concerned where this was heading but smart enough not to indicate that concern. “What’s up? Sounds like you have a problem…”

“Not exactly, Daddy,” she continued, “but remember back at the restaurant when we were all laughing and hugging?”

“Yep,” nodded Kent, “I don’t recall what was funny but we were having a good time.”

“Well, you know,” Renee went on, “we were goofing around with our food and you and Uncle Art were talking about ‘sticky nuts’ and ‘sweet buns’ and stuff and I put my hand on your thigh and thanked you for being a Great Dad…”

“Yeah, I remember all of that,” agreed Kent.

“…Well…” Renee paused to take a deep breath, casuing Kent’s cock to twinge as he felt her lungs fill and push her left breast higher and more firmly on his side, “I had a funny feeling just then” she continued to confess, “and then…when I touched your leg, it was like a warm rock. It was hard and warm and it just made my funny feeling more ‘funny’ you know? Plus, I had that same feeling this morning, too, when Uncle Art was in our room helping us pack. He hugged us, like he does sometimes,” Renee went on, “and he patted our bottoms when he left, like he’s done lots of times, but this time was different. I got this ‘funny feeling’ kind of like I had to pee, but not quite.”

Renee sucked in another deep breath and Kent felt another, stronger, twinge. She let out the breath and said, “Anyway, Rose said she felt ‘wet’ and I realized I did too, and that was part of it but not all of it. Then at the table I felt it again when we hugged and even more when I touched your leg. So, what’s wrong with me, Dad? Am I turning into a weirdo or something?”

“Oh sweetie, sweetie, sweetie!” consoled Kent, patting her hip softly and rubbing her bottom in a light circle. “Absolutely nothing is wrong with you or weird. It’s part of growing from a girl into a woman. How do you feel right now? You are cuddled with me. My hand is on your hip and your bottom. Is it weird?”

“No, it feels good,” answered Renee, “Kind of warm all over and nice, but still a little ‘funny’ like I said before. It is a little weird and uncomfortable, too, because I want the feeling to be either stronger or to go away, if that makes any sense.”

“That makes perfect sense, Honey,” Kent acknowledged, “Shall we look into that paradox?”

“OK, Daddy, how?” asked Renee.

“I need more information and it will be important that you trust me, as you always have, and are honest if I ask you questions, even some very personal ones. Nothing bad will happen and it can be a fun game even though it will be serious,too.” Checking back with his daughter, Kent asked “Do you understand and want to experiment and see if that feeling can be made stronger and to go away at the same time?”

“Oh, yes, Dad! Let’s do it!” Renee assented eagerly, “What’s first?”

“Alright, first,” inquired Kent, “you said you felt ‘wet,’ so, what did you mean by that? Were you in a sweat, like after a ballgame? Were you drenched, like standing in a shower or a rainstorm?”

“Oh no, it was more a sensation thing, like, I felt damp or sticky. That kind of wet.” she answered.

“Hmmm… where did you feel this sensation?” he pressed.

“Well, umm, like, between my legs, in my croch,…you know, in my, ummm, vagina,” Renee stumbled bravely over the intimate information and her faced flushed with sudden heat.

“Ah. OK, I think I get it,” Kent replied evenly. “Listen, sweetie, I am your dad, not a bioology book or a doctor, so let’s, between us, use plain, non-technical, common language where we can, OK?”

“Um, OK.” nodded Renee.

“OK then,” continued Kent,”so, what do you call your private crotch area when you talk with Rose or your girlfriends at school?”

“Well, I call it my… ‘pussy’, or sometimes I say ‘cunt’ and so does Rose and my friends do, too.” answered Renee nervously but without stammering.

“Alright, good!” praised Kent. “That’s what I mean about plain talk. So I want to check and see if your pussy is at all ‘wet’ right now. Are you OK with that?”

“Ummm, I guess so,” hazarded Renee. “How are you going to do that?”

“Watch and you will find out,” answered Kent, moving his hand up from her ass to her waist. Tucking first his fingers, then his thumb and finally his whole hand under the elastic at the top of her shorts, he slid it, enjoying the silky texture of her panties, along the curve of her hip, back to its original position. Then, pushing his hand further rearward, he cupped her cheek and laid his fingers along the crack of her ass. Kent extended his reach until his middle and index fingers were parallel to, and rubbing on, her cotton clad cunt and his thumb depressed the cloth slightly into her anus.

Renee gasped. With this pressure on her pussy lips and asshole, her ‘funny feeling’ immediately reasserted itself.

“There, Dad, right…THERE! Unhh!” she panted, “I feel funny and wet right there.”

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Hot Afternoon

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It’s a hot afternoon at the end of June, we have just arrived at our station and can at last get off the stiflingly hot and packed train. We are both really hot as we step off the train and into a cool breeze. The breeze cools us a little but it is almost as hot and humid outside, as it was on the train.

We start walking along the lane, which will take us to our hotel. We can feel the sweat trickling down our backs, and our palms are really sweaty as we walk along hand in hand. As we reach a huge oak tree we rest in its shade for a while. After a few moments a deafening clap of thunder sounds and you jump into my arms and I hold you tight. It starts to rain, just a little at first. We decide to stay under the tree till it passes, drips from the tree cool us and the brisk breeze from the storm is a relief form the constant heat of the day. But the rain just keeps getting heaver and heavier, and the storm grows closer and closer.

The tree is the biggest thing around and is still offering some protection form the rain. Then we see a flash of lighting and thunder sounds almost instantly, so we decide to make a run for it, by this stage the rain is almost torrential. Before we get more than a few yards from under the tree we are dripping, the coolness of the water is refreshing and we run towards our hotel. But by the time we get there we are both completely soaked through and that cool brisk breeze has almost turned into a gale and we are both shaking as the wind cuts through us.

We get into the hotel and go straight to our room I get a couple of towels and start to rub you dry, I can make out your pendik escort nipples pushing against your top, and I feel myself start to stir, I pull you closer to me and kiss you deeply and hold you so that our chests are tight against each other. I can feel the heat from your nipples burning into my chest through the wet tops. You pull away and say that using the towels is not making you warm and so go into the bathroom and turn the shower on, saying you really need a nice hot steamy shower to get you warm again.

While you have gone I start to strip off my clothes, but before I can strip completely, you call me into the bathroom. Which is now starting to fill with steam from the shower, you have striped to down to just your bra and panties. I’m still wearing a t-shirt and my boxers, both of which are soaked have gone see-through and have stuck to me, showing off my chest. I follow your eyes down over my chest and stomach to my groin, where through the tight, wet white material of my boxers you can see my cock slowly growing as it warms back up. I move forward to kiss you and take you in my arms, and you place your hands on my chest and start massaging it through the wet material, we kiss passionately for a while before you pull me in to the heat of the shower.

We still are wearing the few clothes we have on, as they get soaked again I can see the darkness of your bush through the thin fabric of your panties and now clearly see your breasts and nipples hard and erect through your now completely see-through bra. We stand under the hot spray kissing and stroking each other before you slowly remove my top and escort pendik start kissing my chest, while you are doing this I remove your bra and grab the shower gel and start washing your back, before moving round to your front covering every inch of you playing extra attention to your hard little nipples, caressing and lightly pinching them. I turn you round and wash your back again, before jumping down to your feet and ever so slowly working my way back up, when I reach your thighs I bite hold of your panties and pull them down. I soap up my hands then wash your butt and turn you round to wash your pussy, trailing a finger across your lips every so often to get you nice and clean.

By know I’m really hard, and my soaked boxers are struggling to contain me, you take the shower gel from me so you can start to wash me. But before you can get very far, I have an idea, I know that something like what is happening now is likely to have turned you on at least a little and so I decide to play something out. I push you against the cool tiles and hold your arms down while I kiss you hard. You try and push me away from you but I’m much to strong for you and you are still suffering from the cold more than me, and so I hold you easily. I move my hand so I can still hold both of yours and have a hand free to grope u.

By now your lips have stop protesting quite so much and you are really staring to kiss me back hard as you try and force my hot probing tongue out of your mouth. I play with your breasts for a while, making sure that they are nice and sensitive, I take the shower head down and wash all the remaining soap from pendik escort bayan our bodies, and then I turn it on to a more powerful jet and spray it across your body over and over. Then I concentrate the jet on your nipple of a few seconds before moving to the other on again and again until you start to moan with pleasure from the water massaging your erect nipples, you are rubbing your body up against mine, one of your thighs between my legs moving against my now rock hard dick.

I put the shower head back up and let you go your hands start caressing my body and we kiss again this time much more gently but much more passionately, suddenly I grab you and lift you on to the soap shelf, and tease your pussy by running my hard cock up and down its length slowly letting the head inside a little before taking it back out again and doing it over and over before you beg me to enter your aching body, then I thrust all the way into you lifting you off the soap shelf as you take my full length, you rap your legs around my back and start to bite my chest, as I screw you hard.

You start digging your nails in to my back and run them up and down, and start screaming at me ‘come on you bastard! Fuck me! Hard! Harder! Harder!! Yeah that’s it make me CUM!!!! Mmmm I like that. THAT’S IT HUN, OHHHH YEAH!!!’ as you come, you drag your nails round to my front and over my stomach, the sensation caused by that makes my loose control and I explode in you. We collapse in the caressing water, and stay there for a while gently kissing before I lead you out of the shower and dry you with my lips and by stroking every part of your body till you are dry and shaking – not from cold now but anticipation. Then you do the same to me until in hard again, you then lead me by my hard dick out of the bathroom and in to the bedroom…but that’s a different story.

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Hospital Sponge Bath

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This is an absolutely true story. As such it doesn’t have exaggerated sexual escapades but rather a description of a sensual experience received at the hands of a hospital nurse.

*

I woke up on my back looking up at a non-descript white acoustic tile ceiling. The tile surfaces were textured rather than punctured with pencil-sized holes. Too bad, I thought, the holey ones would have given me something to count while I lie here. The room was dimly lit by incandescent light, warmer in tone than institutional fluorescent. I noted those details in an attempt to remember where I was and why I was there. When I turned my head to my left to begin a survey of the room I noticed there was a tube inserted into my mouth.

I could hear a rhythmic wheezing past the end of my bed which corresponded to the pace of my breathing. All I could see to my left was a blank, off-white wall, four to six feet away. Then I remembered where I was and why. I had awakened from having open-heart bypass surgery. The last thing I remembered before my sleep was hearing my heart surgeon telling me at the cardiac cath lab that they would be bypassing somewhere between one and six clogged arteries supplying my heart muscle. “I’ll let you know how many when you wake up.” The wheezing was the respirator and the tube into my mouth was the respirator tube reaching into my trachea.

It must be night-time, I thought, since there wasn’t any noise of nurses bustling around outside whatever space I was in or of other hospital personnel or family members talking. I turned my head slowly from left to the right and saw that the wall on the right was no further away than the four to six feet I had seen on the left. I was in some vestibule of a room, likely a recovery room from surgery.

I heard a soft voice back to my left. “Awake now I see. If you are wondering where you are, this is the cardiac intensive care unit. Don’t try to talk, since the breathing tube through your trachea won’t let you. Don’t worry, we are going to take good care of you.” She was very pretty, her fair and flawless skin face framed by very dark brown or black hair, I couldn’t tell which in the dim light, which was either cut short or pinned up to the back of her head. I guessed her age at over 25 but less than 35. Even in the state I was in I tried to assess her body, one of those habits of mine and pendik escort of most men I knew. Slim to athletic was all I could tell with the white jacket she wore over some equally shapeless top. Not big breasted but not a flat chest either, B or C cups I guessed.

“I’ll be sitting at my desk at the foot of your bed for most of my shift tonight, but if you need something, just push this button,” she said as she slipped a small metallic cylinder into my left hand. The cylinder had a wire out of one end and a button the size of a dime on the other end. “Your job now is to get more rest. Assuming all goes well, we’ll take out your breathing tube tomorrow and transfer you to the stepped-down cardiac care unit.” I nodded my head and tried to smile around the tube, acknowledging her information as I fell asleep again.

I woke again suddenly, realizing I was not breathing. Did the machine stop working, I wondered? It was probably just a few seconds, but without breath it seemed like 30 seconds, and then the respirator resumed its rhythmic wheezing. That was scary, I thought, realizing that was the first time in this whole experience of heart attack and surgery that I was actually scared. Being transported to the hospital, examined in the emergency room and then in the catheterization lab before learning from my cardiologist and then from the heart surgeon that emergency bypass surgery would follow had not scared me. I hadn’t had severe chest pains and medical help had arrived quickly after my wife’s 911 call, so even though I had some anxiety along the way, alleviated by i.v. valium in the cath lab, I never feared I would die.

But when the respirator stopped, that scared me. Just a few minutes later it stopped again, as if it seized for a few seconds and again I couldn’t breathe. This time I pushed the button in a panic. I want to shout out, “The machine isn’t working,” but I realized I couldn’t speak. My raven-haired nurse was at my side in a moment. Her face was calm, so I figured she hadn’t noticed the respirator was malfunctioning. I had to let her know. I held up my hands and made a writing motion. She correctly interpreted my meaning, left for a moment and returned with a small pad of paper and a pen. I wrote, “Respirator not working. Can’t breathe.”

“I’m sorry I can’t read that,” she said. Dammit, I thought, you can read doctors’ chicken escort pendik scratching, you ought to be able to read mine. I realized my anxiety and my drugged state might have caused my usually excellent (ha!) handwriting to be illegible. I reached for the pad again and spelled out my message more carefully.

“Oh, no. It’s working OK. It just catches pockets of fluid in your lungs sometimes and sucks it out. That’s what you’re feeling. The respirator is actually doing its job when that happens.”

I lifted my chin and then nodded to convey, “Oh, I see. Okay then,” and tried to smile again.

“Would you like me to give you a sponge bath now? It will help you relax.”

I wanted to say give me a week and I’ll give you a tongue bath, but of course the tube in my throat prevented it. I just nodded yes.

She left my visual field for a minute or two and returned to my right side, carrying a wide plastic bowl with warm water and a soft cotton washcloth. I could hear rather than see what she was doing. She lifted the washcloth out of the water, lathered it with soap and began with my neck, reaching across me gently to scrub the left side, then under my chin, to the right side and then lifting my head to wash the back. She then rinsed her cloth and wiped the soap off my neck, in the same order in which she began.

She then rolled the light cotton blanket and sheet covering my torso, repeated the lathering of the cloth and held my wrist to raise my right arm. I lifted it on my own but she said, “No just relax. Let me move everything.” I gave myself over to her full manipulation and, for me the unprecedented sensual feeling of being washed by a woman. I wasn’t even ticklish when she washed my armpit. After my right arm she washed my right side and belly, with the same ritual of soapy cloth followed by a warm water rinse, avoiding the surgical tape over the staples mending the incision in the middle of my chest.

“Reach over with your right hand to the bed rail on the other side and help me roll you so I can reach your back,” she asked. I rolled just enough that she could wash the right side of my back. When she was finished, she walked around to my left side and repeated her early steps with my arm, ribs and back. Once my torso was done she patted me dry with a fluffy towel, re-covered me and moved to my feet.

As she uncovered pendik escort bayan my legs performed her loving wash of my left foot and leg, I began to wonder how intimate this bath would be and if I would become embarrassingly aroused. I had never had a professional massage so I had no idea what my bodily response might be even in the best of times. I found I didn’t care whether or not I became aroused. The feeling of her caresses as she washed me was sensual and lovely but I wasn’t feeling sexy. Having a tube through your mouth and throat to your lungs and a ten inch gash through your breastbone can take the sexiness out of any experience.

She accomplished washing the underside of my leg by lifting my calf onto her shoulder. This enabled her to scrub my bottom and she was not shy in scrubbing the crack of my ass. The process was repeated for each leg. If this were fiction I would describe how she slipped a soapy finger into my anal ring while engulfing my mammoth rod into her mouth. But that didn’t happen. She did wash my balls, the perineum under them and my mostly flaccid penis, slowly and carefully. I would have hummed or moaned in appreciation if the tube through my vocal chords had not prevented it.

I wasn’t sure whether or not to be grateful I didn’t sport an erection. I had a mix of feelings: happy I didn’t embarrass her or me with a stiffy but sad I didn’t get hard so she might take pity on me and give me a soapy hand job to completion. I mean, that would have relaxed me, right? But I supposed it wouldn’t be good for her resume to have killed a heart attack patient, even with such a kindness. I was happy I had enough circulation in Mr. Happy that he hadn’t shrunk to the size of her thumb when she was handling him. I’m not huge but I’ve got enough ego to be proud of my just-above-average length and girth. At least I wouldn’t be the subject of funny stories nurses tell at drink fests with their colleagues trading stories on the smallest dicks they’ve seen in their work.

When she toweled off my lower half and covered it with the sheet and blanket, she came up to give me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. I bent my elbow to take her hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze. It was the only thing I could do to show my appreciation for a wonderful and sensual, at once stimulating and relaxing experience. I drifted off to sleep again, awakening only momentarily when the blasted respirator tube caught and sucked another blob of fluid out of my lungs during the night. When I awoke fully in the morning my nighttime angel was gone, yielding to the next nursing shift.

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You have broken down and are on a quiet country lane.

I am driving my car along the same road and notice you, a beautiful, well dressed woman, late 20’s, standing by the roadside looking distressed. I pull up just past you and stop. You hesitate for a second but then approach my car.

“Good afternoon madam…..” I start, but stopping me dead in my tracks you snap:

“Nothing fucking good about it, my damn car has just been into the garage and is it fixed?, like fuck it is”.

I stare at you, white faced and completely shocked at your outburst.

Realising straight away how abrupt you’d been, you immediately apologise with a little embarressment.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I’ve just had such a long drive coming from a really important presentation which left my nerves in tatters and now this! You’ve come along to help and I’ve bitten your head off, I’m so very sorry. If I may be so bold”………..you wait for me to speak my name but I’m mesmorised by your sweet voice and beautiful face. Eventually I chirp out: “Dave, my name’s Dave”.

“Dave, may we pretend the last two minutes never happened and start again?”

“Well, I’ll be dammed if I’m driving back down this road again, but the fact I’ve met you is an experience I can relive quite happily!”

I chuckle, hoping to lift your mood.

“Thankyou Dave, ok, so where do we go from here”?

You ask in a much more cheerful manner.

Well, I suppose we’d better call the recovery people.

“Oh to hell with them, I’ve had enough of mechanics to last me years. Leave the damn thing here, hopefully something nasty will happen to it, it’s only the company’s own car so I don’t care”.

“Well hop in then” I smile at you as you make you way around to the passenger side and climb in. I take a mental note of every detail because it’s worth remembering.

You are wearing a long black skirt with a split up the side that travels all the way up to the top of your thigh (as do my eyes), which shows your smooth, silky legs. You have a thin, white shirt on with the top two buttons undone, showing your ample cleavage and your sexy black lace bra. As you climb into the car, your skirt rides up and I get a glimpse of your silky black panties. I gasp, perhaps a little louder than I realise because you pause for a second before settling into your seat, knowing full well I am gazing at your exposed sexyness.

As I drive our route takes us deep into the heart of the English countryside which looks beautiful on this warm, summers day.

Further into our journey, the conversation flowing nicely, you say how lucky it was I was passing. You have noticed I keep looking tuzla escort at you out of the corner of my eye. Staring at the flesh exposed by the split up your skirt and your breasts, gently bouncing as we ride over the bumps in the road. I haven’t seen you notice I’m looking at you and you decide to play a teasing game. You undo a further button on your shirt, showing more cleavage, as you do, you utter the words: “My, isn’t it hot today” I look over to you, immediately noticing your undone button which brings a stammered “Yes it is…….very hot indeed!”

Wanting to tease me further, you hitch your skirt up a few inches so the split now exposes right up your thigh and a small section of your panties. I take another look out of the corner of my eye, almost forgetting I am driving, just remembering in time before we head towards a hedge. I take note of my common sense and decide if I’m going to keep ogling your increasingly naked flesh, I’m gonna have to drive much more slowly, so I decrease my speed to a slow 20.

You giggle a bit because you can see the effect you are having on me, my breath getting shorter as I try to control my heart rate. You decide to go further by undoing another button. I now have full sight of the top of your beautiful breasts and your black, lacy bra.

Trying to keep my mind focused I ask, “So where were you off to dressed all smart and sexy?”

“I’m on my way back from a meeting I had with my boss, I had to try to impress him because I know he’s looking to promote someone in my department and I was hoping it would be me” you answer.

“If I was your boss, I’d give you the job”

I smile at you a cheesy grin.

Changing the subject suddenly you say:

“I’m so grateful for this, if there is anything I could do to repay you, just say so”

As you look at me, your eyes are diverted to my trousers where you can see the bulge very evident as a sign that I am aroused.

You can see my mind must be going crazy with all the thoughts on your repayment, but I keep my answer low key and just say:

“Oh it’s ok, I’m just glad I could be helpful”

You then dart back to our last conversation

“Well lets just say you were my boss and you’d just helped me out, what sort of job would you give me to repay you?” You say with a very dirty smile and lustful voice, licking your lips to add to the effect.

You see me look over at you, my lips open like I want to speak, my eyes wandering all over your body, you can see the want in my eyes but I can’t bring myself to say what I’m feeling.

You continue by saying : “I’m sure there is one job that would satisfy you” as you put your hand on my bulge, finding the tuzla escort bayan zip and freeing my throbbing manhood. You lean down and begin sucking on my cock, I gasp with delight and then let out a sigh of relief, glad that you took matters into your own hands.

I continue driving even slower now, but barely able to concentrate on the road at all with your lips stroking my shaft, so I pull into a gateway in the middle of nowhere and turn the engine off.

You are in full swing, sucking my manhood all the way, then taking it out and teasing the length with your tongue, licking up and down, flicking across the tip before taking it back into your mouth again. I begin to groan loudly, my breath becoming shorter as you continue your oral attack on my hard shaft.

“Mmmmm, yeah, that’s it baby, just the way I like it, …..oh god yes!”

I say in a shaky voice.

You quicken the pace, your head begins to bob up and down much quicker,and sucking harder.

My moans increase and get louder, you can feel I must be close because I grab hold of your head and hold it there as if to tell you not to stop.

Suddenly you feel my legs shudder and I cry out:

“Oh fuck yes…….I’m gonna cum….mmmmmmmm…………aaaararrrrhhh”

My sticky love juice shoots into your throat as you continue to gobble my cock, swallowing every last drop until I’m satisfied.

You lift your head up, tidy your hair then lick your lips and ask

“Was that enough to get me promotion?”

“Hell yes, in fact , as I’m unable to give you a pay rise, I’ll have to pay you in another way.

I get out of the car and come round to your side, I open the door and take your hand then I reach for a blanket I have in the back, then lock the car.

I lead you into some trees and lay the blanket out. I gesture for you to sit on the blanket, which you do, then I lean across and kiss you while sliding my hand up your skirt, along your inner thigh and reaching your panties, which are already wet, I begin stroking your moist pussy through the material.

We continue to kiss as my fingers massage your pussy through the material, in a circular motion, spreading the juices all over your panties. I slide a finger inside and find your slit. I slide my finger down the length of your pussy lips, pushing its way inside, sliding back up again you meet your clit which I gently massage for a few seconds. You start to moan, you tip your head back and I begin to kiss your neck. Reaching around your back, I unclip your bra, then undo the rest of the buttons on your shirt. I toss both items of clothing to one side and begin kneading your breasts. Taking one in my hand, caressing it, pinching escort tuzla and twisting the nipple making it hard. Your arms can’t support you any longer and you lie back. I slide your panties down your legs and off. My hand once again finds your wet, pink folds and begins to massage them carefully. Three fingers spread out, in between your pussy lips, gently rubbing your hot sex, massaging your sweet honey around your pink folds.

Every now and then, I find your clit, using a softer massage, I caress it, bringing moans of erotic pleasure rippling from your mouth as your head rocks side to side, your clit stiffening to my touch. I begin to suck your hard nipples, amplifying your moans, you can feel your climax getting ever closer. I slowly kiss my way from your breasts, down your stomach to where the nectar is flowing. I lick my way around the outside of your pussy. You part your legs even more, inviting my tongue in. I point my tongue and wiggle it between your pink lips then plunge it into your hole. I push it in as far as it will go and begin to wiggle it up and down driving you wild. You surround my head with your hands then pull my face deeper into your pussy and you then begin to gyrate your hips against my face in an attempt to bring yourself off. Your juices are by now, streaming from your pussy as you prepare for your explosion.

I concentrate my tongue on your clit, licking it up and down then side to side and eventually sucking it into my mouth where I give it a personal tongue service. You are writhing around, moaning louder and louder as I eat up your soaked pussy. The pitch in your voice changes, I sense you are close to coming. As best as I can, with one hand I undo my trousers, while supporting myself with the other. I push them as far down my legs as I can, my boxer shorts too. As I feel you about to cum, I get up and so the feeling isn’t lost, I quickly bring myself above you and while placing a kiss upon your lips, I enter you slowly. As our loins meet, I pull out and then back in, suddenly quickening the pace.

“Rub your clit while I fuck you” I say. So you do. With every thrust your fingers frantically circle your clit. Pumping hard and fast your body begins to quiver as you cry out: “I’m ….ccccumming….mmmmmm…….aaaarrrrh!!!!

Your pussy clenches around my cock, heightening my arousal immensely, bringing me off too. I groan then my hips buck and thrust deep within you, pumping my cum inside, filling you full of my warm juices which is enough to make you cum again.

We both collapse on the ground and lay there, stroking each others bodies for a while.

After a few minutes you say “Come on, you better get me to my hotel, that’s if I’ve repaid my debt enough?”

“More than enough, thank you very much” I reply.

“The pleasure was all mine” You smile and begin getting dressed then we get back to the car and drive off to find your hotel……………………….

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Anything could happen tonight, I mused as I drove carefully through Chinatown’s Canal Street traffic.

I drove to my cousin’s big yearly blow out party at his Brooklyn Loft. He lived just off Flat bush Avenue near the Manhattan Bridge.

I hadn’t seen my cousin in quite some time, in fact it seemed as though a whole spring had passed without seeing him. We are close and have been so for many years.

As is my custom, I usually arrive early to these events. It gives me a little time to catch up with my cousin whose name is George.

As I walked in the open front door, I immediately saw George walking down the hall “Oh my God, Steve what’s up man?” said George as he embraced me warmly. “What’s up George?” I said as I returned the embrace. “Man it’s so great to see you again Steve, we’ve not hung out in a minute,” George said sincerely.

“Yeah man word up it’s been a while,” I agreed. “Hey,” I asked, “you have some place to put this six pack.” George led me over to a makeshift drink table in the front of the loft. There was a painted sign taped up on the wall behind the table that read COOL OUT.

“Looks like it’s going to be some blow out man,” I mused as we walked back to the kitchen. “Oh yeah, we’ll have a few people here no doubt,” replied my cousin, “although, I don’t know how many will show up.”

I went to the keg and filled my first of about 4 cups of beer. As I walked around, I saw that in one of the roommate’s rooms they had a ping-pong table set up and a very attractive woman and this other guy were playing. I noticed she wasn’t very good and neither was he so I decided to watch them play for awhile. He eventually tired out; however, she still wanted to keep playing.

“Would you like to play a game?” I asked.

As I picked up my paddle, I introduced myself. “Hi I’m Steve. I’m George’s cousin from New Jersey.”

“It’s nice to meet you Steve, I’m Nicola Ferguson I’m a friend of Kurtis.”

Likewise, Nicola, I replied and then asked, “this is just a friendly game right?”

“Yes, that’s fine Steve, I don’t want to have a serious competition here, and lets keep it fun, she said with a beautiful smile on her lips.

As we played, I noticed her skill lacked just about as much as mine did. I hadn’t played ping-pong in over 15 years. It was a good spirited playful game, however. I made quips about searching for “lost balls.”

Nicola was not stunning but had a natural beauty about her. She was an incredibly sexy brunette with shoulder length hair and a sloped nose that was slightly big. She didn’t have to wear a lot of make up. Her body wasn’t ultra slender but not fat either. Everything about her was well proportioned and a real turn on. Her eyes were deep set and looked almost European. It was as if they gleamed the words “fuck me” at times.

There was a lot of joy and beauty in her laugh also. I loved to hear it as we played and subsequently made countless mistakes and outrageous serves. It made me glad that I took the precaution to have a condom in my wallet.

“Nicola, I don’t know about you but I could use a beer at this moment, could I get you anything from the other room?”

“That would be great Steve, I could use a break from this.”

As we both made our way through the growing throngs of people standing around with drinks in their hands, I filled up my cup and hers at the keg. “Here we are Nicola,” I said as I handed her the cup, “here’s to a great party and equally good company.”

“Cheers Steve,” she said with a grin.

“I never asked where you’re from,” I asked after taking a drink of the weak beer. “San Francisco,” she remarked. I’m here on vacation visiting a friend of mine for two weeks.”

As she drank, the beer left a bit of foam on her top lip. She quickly licked it off her top lip with her long tongue. When I saw this, my cock stirred.

To not gawk and be rude I asked the standard question that most people ask tourists. “How do you like New York”?

“I love New York, she gushed, it’s so fast paced and active, so much different than Frisco.”

“Yes indeed,” I concurred,” New York City is extremely fast and impatient.”

“I totally, agree,” said Nicola as her lovely deep set took on a far away, dream-like appearance. “I also notice that some people look very uptight bursa escort here and they look as though they will explode any second. A comely smile drew across her face as her voice changed a bit; she said in a throaty voice barely audible above the cacophony of the party crowd roar.

“Thanks for the compliment,” I stammered, noticing the direction our conversation took.

“Your welcome Steve, I’m glad to give compliments where they’re due,” she said as she cocked her head to one side and let a single wisp of dark brunette hair fall across her delectable neck.

After some small talk between us, I told her I was going to go find George and ask him when he was going to get on his turntables.

“I look forward to chatting more later Nicola it was great meeting you, I said.”

“Likewise Steve, she replied, “I’ll catch up with some of my friends here. See you later.”

As my cousin took to the tables, I listened for a while to his selections of Hip Hop classics and mixed them together deftly. The party began to get that joyous air of festivity looked for Nicola but could not locate her at that moment.

I went and fetched one of the last bottles of Rolling Rock beer on the drink table and mingled with other people.

When my cousins friend Greg, got on the tables for the house music portion of the evening, it seemed to bring the party up a notch. It helped that by now people were well lubricated enough with alcohol.

The house beat Greg was spinning throbbed and was infectious. There were many people dancing now including, Nicola. Her dancing was much better then her ping pong playing. I watched as her body moved so fluidly with the music as if she were a slave to it’s rhythm.

I couldn’t stand to be a wall flower anymore as I suddenly thought Gene Kelly when he exclaimed in a burst of energy in one of his many films “GOTTA DANCE.” I put down my beer cup and danced as best I could to the beat trying not to look too drunk or lame.

As I hoped she would Nicola, saw me dancing, and broke away from her other partner, and danced her way over to me. She met my every move with one of her own. Soon we both flowed in perfect time with the beat. She had a beautiful sheen of sweat on her head and I took the liberty to wipe off her brow with my t-shirt. When we began to body dance, I felt my cock rapidly harden in my jeans. She felt it also, and it only made her grind into me harder.

By now, the few cups of beer and the bottle I’d had started to kick in. I’d ingested earlier were starting to kick in. I whispered as loud as I could in her ear without hurting her, could we take a break and hang out in my cousin’s room. “If you don’t mind Steve I’d like to dance a bit more, I’ll meet you in a few though, is that ok?”

“Sure,” I said. I didn’t want to push and ruin the mood we’d created minutes earlier on the dance floor.

I must’ve nodded off for a while because heard a woman’s voice and felt a nudge against my sweater. “Hey there Steve, you tired out already?” My eyes took a second to focus. Nicola had sat down next to me.

She took a long drag on a cigarette. Her face was intimately close with mine. She blew the smoke back in my face slowly. “Thank you,” I said dreamily, although, I don’t exactly know why. Generally, I hate smoke in my face. I must’ve been pleasantly drunk.

“How is it out there now?” I asked. I meant the dance floor. My voice resonated a far away aura. Nicola stared right into my eyes and said, “It’s like an explosion of hormones out there.”

As if love’s forces opened up the door, I drew in close and kissed her lips and she didn’t pull away. Our tongues quickly found each other and mingled for quite awhile. She tasted like cigarettes. I didn’t care. My cock rose to the occasion. “Is that so bad honey?” I asked when we finally wanted to both take a mouth breath. “It’s ok when I’m into the guy and thus his hormonal out burst,” she purred seductively

I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Nicola, I want you NOW, so bad,” I said just as we kissed again. “We kissed deeply as my hands explored her tits.

“Ok Steve,” she said in a husky voice, two questions: where can we go, and have you got a condom?” I thought about it for a few beats and then exclaimed, “I’ve got it, the roof of this building, have you bursa escort bayan ever had rooftop sex?”

“Since I live in California, I’ve not yet had the pleasure of rooftop sex. Is it safe,” she asked looking enthusiastic. “To be honest sweetheart I don’t know. I’ve never been up there before. To answer your earlier question, I have a condom. This could be an adventure for both of us.” “Ok,” she said after she pondered it for a moment. “Lets take some risks tonight, I’m game. I’ll just tell the friend I came with what’s going on so she won’t wonder where I gone too.”

“That’s fine honey,” I said reassuringly, “would you like to meet me on the stairs in 10 minutes?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” breathed Nicola, that’ll give me some time to hit the bathroom and freshen up.”

In the meantime, I went up to the door leading outside to the roof to see if the to see if it was indeed open giving us access. I also, to avoid any unnecessary awkwardness, checked around for a few minutes to make sure some other couple didn’t beat us to it.

After I had established that we would have access, I went back down a flight or two, sat on the cold stone steps, and waited in anticipation. I soon heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“We’ll get a great view of Manhattan and the Bridge. The lights are beautiful at night.”

“I just hope we don’t get interrupted sweetheart, that’s what I’m worried about,” said Nicola as we walked up the three flights of stairs.

At the top of the stairs, I pushed the door open, and we both stepped tentatively out onto the roof.

“Oh my God what a fucking awesome view,” Nicola exclaimed.

She didn’t exaggerate. The lights of the city were bursting with colorful magical majesty as though it were an amusement park open 24 hours. Directly in front of us, a sting of lights that were reminiscent of pearls comprised the Manhattan Bridge. It was truly a beautiful sight to see. A mild summer breeze off the east river provided a great relief to us both.

We didn’t waste time. In both our minds, the threat of interruption loomed overhead. Our hands explored each other thoroughly. “Oh god Nicola, I have to taste you,” I moaned as she undid her miniskirt and pulled it down. My cock throbbed as I pulled down my jeans also. It seemed like we were racing to get our underwear off.

“Here, stud you get mine and I’ll get yours,” she said regarding my tented boxers. As she freed my turgid cock from its fabric confines, she moaned her approval. I worked her panties down to where her miniskirt lay and knelt down to her flower petal.

Nicola had a trimmed pussy. I reached out to feel her in my hand, dripping wet. A personal turn-on of mine when I go down on a woman is to inhale her personal fragrance. I was delighted that her aroma was ripe, in a good way, with arousal. “Oh fuck yes, Steve, eat me please, do it now I want your tongue so bad I can scream.” As I took another large snoot-full of her musky aroma I knew I’d better get down to the task before she did actually scream out. I gently parted her folds and let my tongue devour her juicy pussy. She tasted sweet and tart. I lapped at her like a dog at his water bowl after a long tiresome run.

I found her clit; I encased it with my lips and tongue. She went crazy then pushing my head in as deep as it could go.

“Oh god Nicola, you taste so fucking good. I want you to come in my mouth and all over my face,” I said as I looked up at her contorted face. “Give it to me, please let me taste your nectar right now.” I soon heard her cry out. Her body quaked. I had to hold her up to keep her from falling down.

“Ohhhhhhhh fuck I’m comminggggggggg STEVEN DON’T STOP NOW,” she hollered softly, if there is such a thing. It was more of an intense hiss.

I held fast as if my face were super glued to her cunt. I felt her juices flood my mouth and run down my cheeks to my goatee covered chin. As her tidal wave subsided slowly, I drew away and stood up to kiss her mouth letting her taste her cum in my mouth. “MMMM” she breathed, as we kissed “that was so incredible baby, I really came hard.”

Now I wanna taste you too,” she said as she knelt down to my semi hard cock. “Well lookey, here, have we been napping a little bit down here, hum?” She stuck out her tongue and licked escort bursa my pre-cum from my cock head. Then suddenly without warning, she enveloped my whole cock down to its base. As if lighting struck, my cock woke up in an instant and hardened like quick drying cement in her mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s more like it. I love when a cock gets nice and hard for me.” As she wrapped her beautiful lips around my cock, she dragged her tongue down also giving me a wonderful sensation.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I cried, suck it sweetie please your so good. “MMMM thanks honey. I’m glad you approve. Now just sit back and enjoy it sweetheart,” Nicola moaned, just before she deep throated me once again.

“If you keep this up honey I’m going to cum,” I moaned. “That’s fine Steve, she coaxed huskily. I want you to come in my mouth. I said I wanted to taste you. When your ready honey, just tell me so I can get it all and not waste a drop.”

Nicola blessed my ears with a few more dirty words of encouragement. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’M CUMMING NICOLA” is all I said, I looked down at her closed eyes and open mouth. Blasts of come followed quickly. She greedily swallowed all of it. She did not let up and sucked until I became soft. Only then did she release my cock. “Ah yes that’s I wanted. I like a protein snack,” she giggled.

As we cuddled and rested in each other’s arms, thank god the roof surface was smooth. The only draw back was it wasn’t very clean and we both became quite dirty. We took a short break whilst fished around in my wallet for the condom.

“Steven, I want you to take me from the back so I can look at the city lights and more importantly, this floor is really hard. I don’t want to look like a complete wreck when we finally go back downstairs,” she laughed.

My cock was slimy both with her saliva and cum residuals. To my surprise however, I didn’t have to wait for an extended intermission. I quickly hardened again.

As Nicola bent over on the wall facing the Manhattan Bridge, she played with her drenched pussy from that bent over position. That always drives me insane. “Get over here and fuck the shit outta me. I am still so wet and ready. I wanted you from the time our eyes first met my cunt was soaked all evening with need and desire.”

I stepped behind her and reached down to cup her hanging orbs in my hands. With one push I was inside and she gave a beautiful moan of gratitude. Her pussy felt amazing even with my cock wrapped in plastic. “Oh GOD YES STEVEN NOW FUCK ME HARD,” she cried; as she looked back at me her face taut with anticipation.

I got all the way in to my balls, dragged it out again, and pushed in again each time with greater force.

In the zone completely, I could not give a fuck if the whole party or the whole neighborhood watched us.

She was tight as a drum around my cock and with each forceful push, I felt myself drawing closer to comming. We both sweated profusely by our exertions. The only other sound I heard was a squishy sound of hot sex.

As we went into the home stretch, I so wanted us to both come together. “Nicola,” I extrapolated, “I want you to come with me, please tell me when you’re coming so we can go together.”

“FUCK YES BABY OHHHHH SHIT I AM COMMMMMMMMMMING NOW AH CHRIST, CUP MY TITS YESSSS,” Nicola cried out.

Hearing her sweet words of rapture and beautiful sounds emanating from her lips, that was all I needed. Soon after her outburst as I grabbed her tits I yelled out “ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH HERE I GO TOOOOO I’M FILLING YOU UP NICOLAAAAAA.” Come I did, I spurted again what seemed like a ton of come into the condom and didn’t pull out until I had wilted completely. Our bodies were slick with sweat as we sat down with our backs to the wall. We embraced again and kissed for what seemed an eternity.

“Thank you Steven,” she said sincerely as we slowly got up off the ground. “This was truly an experience that I won’t ever forget. Truly awesome indeed.”

“I’m glad we could enjoy each other up here like this. I had a great time with you Nicola thank you so much. I’m glad this hormonal explosion worked out the way it did. I just hope George has some extra towels because I don’t know about you but I’m filthy.”

“Ditto that here” Steve she laughed aloud. She grinned an evil grin as we managed to get on our clothes over our dirty bodies, said “maybe a shower together then?”

“Sounds like a heavenly plan to me sweetheart.” I replied as we made our way back down the stairs. Back to reality and the remains of the party.

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Rhyley’s Summer Ends Ch. 2

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Dean was regretting his decision to go along with Jack and he became angry as he sat in the over stuffed lounger. He had agreed to do what Jack asked because he knew Jack was right in being so irate, but he began to have serious doubts. Jack had tied him to the chair with a white nylon rope and left Dean’s cock still hanging from his shorts. Humiliation, Dean figured. When Jack was satisfied Dean wasn’t going anywhere, he turned to Rhyley sitting on the couch.

“Take your clothes off.” She did as she was told. “Now get on the floor.” She sat at Dean’s feet looking nervously at her father. He didn’t waste any more words on her and dragged to the middle of the carpet. HE grabbed her hair and pulled her so that her open legs were facing Dean. She was scared but her pride kept her from crying out.

Jack locked the door and disrobed. His own cock was impressive, though not quite as large as Dean’s. It was standing out almost diagonal, its purple head throbbing with his heartbeat, the shaft eager to teach a lesson.

Jack leaned down to Dean’s face, putting his hands on Dean’s knees. He looked coldly into his eyes and smiled as Dean began to fidget.

“Your punishment, dear brother, is to do nothing. No matter what I do you are forced to helplessly be an audience. And if you close your eyes I will keep them open with duct tape. Am I clear?” A single tear slid over Dean’s cheek as the reality hit him.

“Don’t hurt her, Jack.”

“She’ll be fine as long as you behave. But for now, I need you quiet.” Dean tried to protest as Jack placed duct tape over his mouth and behind his neck to be secure. It was painful, but to whom would he complain? He was sad that it had come to this. He felt worse for Rhyley. No matter what happened between Jack and him, it would be Rhyley who would suffer. Jack will never forget even if he does forgive. And it would be her who pays the biggest price. Jack would never trust her again.

He watched Jack put his face to Rhyley’s. What he said made her look to Dean. but she relaxed almost immediately.

“Since you like to fuck so much I am going to help you learn all there is. And my lovely daughter, I am going to show you while your lover watches. Would you like that?” To all involved her nod was startling. She raised her hands to her father and beckoned to him.

“I want you to teach me, daddy. I know you want me.” Jack licked his lips as he settled between his little girl’s legs, anticipating her warmth. Her breathing was coming in pants, her breasts wavering with every hearbeat. Jack wa excited with nervous tension, his hands cold to the touch.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She moaned as he pushed her to her back and readied himself. As he entered, he cherished the heat she eminated through her cave. Her walls sucked him, clutched him. He looked to her face and noticed she was smiling, her eyes close with passion. He Pressed himself to her letting her breasts bounce against his chest with every thrust. He adjusted his hips higher so Dean could have a better view of him pounding Rhyley. He fucked her harder, wanting her to feel the pain he felt as his brother watched. He was angry at her deceit. He had kept his lust for her deep inside him and now was his chance.

It occurred to him that it hurt. It hurt that she didn’t come to him. Why wasn’t he as good as Dean?

She shouted at each stab of his strong hips, instinctively wrapping her legs about his waist.

“OOhh, Daddy, fuck mmmeeee,” her voice squealed as he pounded harder with his arousal at her rantings.

“You like it when I fuck you, baby?’

“Yesssss!”

“Is my dick better than Dean’s?”

“No, Daddy.”

“What would be better than Uncle Dean’s cock?’

“Nothing! He’s so good. Uncle Dean fucked me so well and I want more!”

Jack’s jealously and rage led him to extremes. He turned her on her belly and pushed her face into the rough carpet. He lifted her hips until she was on her knees. He took a quick glance at Dean and saw how large His cock had grown. He smirked at the blush that over over Dean’s face as he bursa escort put his finger into Rhyley’s pussy. He coated it with her grease and slid it up to her ass. Jack teased her sphincter, giving it an inch at a time. He watched Dean’s reaction as he finger fucked his daughter’s ass.

Rhyley twitched and moaned as he pumped her ass. It felt so good her pussy began dripping juices to the carpet. She was turned on by the fact that Dean was watching her. Turned on by the fact that it was her father fucking her. She had never thought of him as a sexual being, but the taboo of it al made her want him like the man he was. As her fatherfingered her she was close to coming. She felt the tell tale trembles in her thighs and she gasped her release.

Jack didn’t give her time to enjoy herself, slapping her ass repeatedly. Her skin burned under his fleshy hand and she wept silently. He laughed at her bottom bouncing under his palm. His smile grew wider as he prepared for the next pocket of punishment. He knelt to Rhyley’s ass and lapped at her tiny pink hole, her pucker salting his tongue. Again and again he licked at her his tongue becoming a red serpent. He growled as he got to his feet, her ass still upraised. He gripped her with one hand and squeezed.

“Stay still, baby,” he whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes. She had never been frightened of her father before but she was then and she found it pleasurable. The fear had increased her lust and she was eager to quench it, though she’s never admit it.

Jack placed his prick at her ass and pushed slowly. Her groan of discomfort fell to deaf ears as he inserted his blunt head. Her instinctive grasping made his desire increase, the urge to slam into her almost too great. He worked his staff into her wanting her to adjust to his size. He was slightly pleased knowing the disomfort he caused her.

Dean was struggling against his bindings. He was afraid that Jack was hurting her realising what her father was doing to her. He strained and tried to shout as a tear went gliding down his cheek. He was aroused and ashamed. It was a worse punishment to come to terms with the eroticism and the horror of the situation.

She was excited and frightened and she didn’t quite understand, Dean thought. I am sorry I can’t help you.

“Oh, honey, you are so sweet. I know you love this.” Jack’s steady pumping of his girl’s ass was wind blowing. The sight of his thick cock buried in her was too much to take. He slammed her harder trying to get her to scream.

“Aaahhh, Daddyyy! It hurts so bad! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck, Rhyley, you’re going to make me come!” The severe swelling in his shaft stretched her wider, his balls signalling his release. Rhyley sqeezed her eyes shut as he pummelled her ass. The pain and pleasure were unbearable as she reached to rub her clit. She was consumed by her humiliation. Her father hurting her, punishing her, fucking her. Dean forced to watch. Her conflicted emotions led her to her imminent climax, the shame of it making her a slave to submission by her father. Her guilt to be assuaged by her punishment.

Dean saw her toes clench and her breathing became deeper, heavier, her groans turning to gutteral animal grunts. She came under him, his brother, and the sight of her raging come flowing over her fingers was powerful. He reared back involuntarily thrusting as he emptied his balls into his lap. The rush and sadness in his mind were strong stimulants, his body betraying him once again.

Jack heard his brother’s release. It was perfect. He turned to Dean and laughed while plunging increasingly faster into his daughter’s bum. In his excitement he climaxed quickly, his cream flushing deep into her rectum.

“Ah,ah, mother fucker! Your ass….sweet Jesus, fuck me more, girl!” His rantings incomprehensible with dizzy desire. “I’m coming in you!” Jack’s ass clenched as he filled her. He shuddered with his final spurt, his come oozing from her as he withdrew. It was difficult to stand so he took his time and then sat on the couch. He giggled at Dean’s hurtful stare, the come on his shorts giving him away.

Rhyley bursa escort bayan sank to the floor with an exhausted sigh. Her mind reeled with the confusion in her body. She thanked the earth that it was over and rested her tender hole.

What the hell did I get into, she thought. She had lost a part of herself once her father laid his hand to her body, but inside, her mind was struggling with the lingering doubt that any of it had happened. Her body had loved it and she discovered she wanted more. No matter how insane it was to continue, she would.

She wanted to stretch her aching muscles but did not because she was told to be still. She wanted to share herself with Dean now, but she didn’t want to ruin what would come next. Her father would let her know if it ws going to be. So she was content to lay still and listen to the humming of the central air vibrating the floor. So soothing…..

She awoke to a fire on her ass. In order to wake her, Jack started spanking her again. He was aroused and bobbing with each strike.

“I’m awake, I am sorry!” Her tone became sheepish as she got to her feet.

“Why is Dean still tied up?”

“Yu haven’t been out that long. I also have more to dish out. It is time for Dean’s punishment now that you have had yours.”

“I thought that Dean’s was to be able to do nothing.”

“It’s time for physical punishment, dearest. Be patient.”

She looked to Dean and saw that he was sweating. He had been trying to escape his binding for some time, and to Jack’s delight, all he had managed was chafed wrists. Jack was more than amused at this. It served Dean right in his mind. He was going to enjoy toying with his brother.

Jack came up behind Rhyley and moved her so she was standing between Dean’s legs. Dean stared at her. He believed that he would never see her again after that night was over, his brother to ban him from the family. Dean decided he would leave quietly to avoid a scene. It was better if no one knew what had happened.

So he sat. He felt guilt at what he had done, but only after being found out. His love for Rhyley was real but wrong. He knew that all along.

He noticed Jack hand roamng over Rhyley’s nude glimmering skin. She was holding her wrists over her head as she succumbed to Jack’s grasping fingers. He made her suck his finger into her mouth and fellate it. He was showing Dean how nice it was. His grin becoming devious.

His hands skimmed her body, becoming an interim masseuse. He sucked at her neck while his fingers searched for her nipples. He teased them with quick squeezes and flicks then abandoning them for her clit. Her lips parted as he pinched her button making her knees falter. As she wilted with weakness, Jack slapped her ass.

“You better show more restraint, baby girl. Dean may not like what happens to him if you do that again.” Her father’s words clung to her ears like poisoned monkeys. Each one more menacing than the last. She straightened immediately not wanting to know what would happened if she didn’t.

“Look at her, Dean. She loves it. She feels so good. Tell me, did she whimper like this for you?” He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, the tiny beads standing tall. “She was so wet when I fucked her. Did she soak herself with you? Mmmmm, her ass, too. It was great, brother. She held me tight when I shoved it in.”

Dean wanted to hurt him. Even though he was Jack’s brother, Dean’s ire was raised. Jack had fucked his own daughter like she was some whore. She was his niece and he wanted her for himself. Jack let his feelings toward him get in the way, he thought. Rhyley didn’t have to be in this.

“Tell him how it feels, baby. Be honest.”

“Dean…it’s good. I have you both now and that is all I could ever want.”

“You wanted me, Rhyley,” Jack stammered in disbelief.

” Yes Dad. I never wanted it like this, but I would dream of you coming to me. You were always working and that is all I had. I m issed you so much. I love you, dad.” Jack kept squeezing her clit. As it grew so did his desire to enter her tunnel again.

“And escort bursa Dean?”

“I wanted him longer than I wanted you. Since I was twelve I had dreamt of him.”

“Why?”

“I was so confused. I loved you so much and I thought the only way to show you was to take you into my bed. That’s all I wanted. I just wanted to with you, it didn’t matter how!”

“Dean?”

“I saw the way Dean looked at me. He became what you were too busy to be, but he also wanted me. I gave such subtle hints that he never knew that I wanted him, too.”

“Have you thought of us with you?”

“I wanted the best of both worlds. My lover, my uncle. My love, my father. That’s all I wanted.”

Jack’s mind ticked away. He looked to Dean who was looking at the floor. All she had wanted was for him to be there for her. She wanted them apart and together. She loved Dean and she loved her father. She would have them both.

“This is your lucky day.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor.

“I want you to suck him, girl.”

“Dad..”

“Suck him!” She did as she was told. She got to her knees and took his half hard cock in her hand. She looked at his face and his eyes were riveted to her lips. She leaned into hi, slowly lapping at the head. He grew under her hand, standing full and tall. She couldn’t get her hand around him, but she held tight.

She wrapped her lips over him and stretched her mouth to cavernous proportions. She could feel his thighs quiver as she slid her mouth over his flesh. She savoured the taste of his precome as it dripped onto her tongue. She was grateful to have Dean again. She cherished every millimeter of him knowing that she may never see him again.

Dean received her with relish. He kept half an eye on Jack. It seemed that daddy was enjoying the show. Jack stroked himself as he watch his daughter suck off her uncle.

Jack was too amused to keep it to himself and he went to Dean and took the tape from his face. It was a good thing to see the pained look on his face as the tape pulled at his skin. He stepped back as Dean spit at him.

“No need to be so hateful. Isn’t this what you wanted?” Dean couldn’t speak with Rhyley’s mouth moving on him. Her hums and moans were sending him to heaven as she bobbed on his engorged prick.

“This is too hot. I think I have to help.” Jack knelt behind his daughter and rubbed her slick cunt. “Mmmm, just the way I like it.” He positioned himself at her hole and eased in. She bucked back on him and sucked Dean with renewed vigor. Jack thought about how nice it would be to see her covered in come and decided he was going to make it happen.

“Oh, yessssssss, ungh, daddy, harder, harder,” She jacked Dean furiously as her father pounded at her pussy. It was almost impossible to suck with the force of her dad’s thrusts, but she managed as well as she could.

Dean was close to exploding and he was forced to strain against his ties as he groaned his frustration. “Oh, baby, I am going to fucking come!” She lapped at his balls while jacking him, hoping his load would be large. Jack saw what was happening and he pulled out to loom over her face.

“Come on her face. I want to see her covered in sperm!” Dean could only nod as he rode his climax, the first spurt hitting her nose. The sight of her made his projection more powerful and he hit her dead centre of her face, coating her mouth and eyes with his cream.

Jacks own cock began overheating and he made her sit quietly as he jerked on her also. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open in wait for him. Her gorgeous face covered in man slime turned him on and he felt his balls creep into his belly as he let loose a full blast, catching her mouth. She swallowed quickly as his kept shooting his batter at her. It dripped off her cheeks and on her breasts, slipping between her mounds and dripping to the floor.

Jack sighed as he came down. He took one look at her and Dean and grinned. This was what he had wanted for a long time. This was too hot for him to ignore his feelings. They were both his now and he planned to keep it that way.

He leaned over Dean and ripped his shorts off. He handed them to Rhyley and let her clean her face. The ideas were swimming through his mind to occupy the next few hours til dawn.

To be continued in Part 3!

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